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Vox is down BADDD for Alastor, hijinks happen.
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A crap ton of StaticMothBookmarked by reddieweeb
14 Jan 2026
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la petite mort – from French: "the little death"; expression that refers to a brief loss of consciousness, a post-orgasm sensation as likened to death
Alastor sucks Vox's tongue into his mouth. Just a brief source of amusement, as far removed from lust as it gets. The experience is curiously enjoyable, the way Vox is clumsily trying to resist, turn his head away. Rubbing glossal muscles against one another feels the same whether the other party is reciprocating eagerly or trying to squirm away.
But, Alastor can sense the ever so slight wave of... not pain. He'd hate to call it pleasure, but it's not entirely wrong, as evident by the distinct shape pressed against Alastor's thigh.
A web of saliva keeps them connected for an additional instance obscenely. "You're enjoying this."
"I'm not– fuck!"
Alastor rocks his leg up.
Vox sucks in air, the thinnest whine caught at the back of his throat. "Al, look, I– I can't control it, I'm sorry!–"
"Shut up."
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Or, Vox is being too showy with his attraction towards Alastor, so Alastor gives Vox exactly what he's been craving, whether Vox likes it or notBookmarked by reddieweeb
14 Jan 2026
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He blamed Vincent. Had the man entered Alastor's home infected, spreading germs as easily as he spat out inane insults? Well, not exactly. Vincent was and remained the picture perfect of a healthy, if aging, man.
Alastor resolved to blame him anyway. It made his foggy head feel slightly better, even as his thoughts slowed like molasses dripping from an overturned jar.
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Vincent takes care of a sick Alastor
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13 Jan 2026
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What if Alastor hadn’t returned to the hotel after his defeat against Adam? And what if, instead, it was Vox who found him and took care of him?
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13 Jan 2026
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He supposes it’s because Vox is just that pathetic. He’s lost it all: the company that bears his own name, the power, the ego. Not his partners, though of course that might change the moment either Velvette or Valentino realize what’s happening right beneath their noses. And as much as Alastor hates the idea of anyone associating him with something as vile as sex, he can’t deny the thrill in the idea of somebody catching them in the act as he graciously allows Vox to rut against him like an animal in heat.
For the entertainment, of course.
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- Part 1 of Folie à deux
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13 Jan 2026
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“You’re staring.”
Vincent, startled, tensed as the voice from the man across him hit his ears. How long was he staring? Couldn’t have been more than, what, 10 minutes?
“No— I wasn’t—"
“What do you want?” Alastor started, stealing the end of his sentence, looking bored.
Vincent Whittman wanted many things. He didn’t advance to the front of every newspaper, his name written in bold black letters on every headline, his name engulfing the atmosphere of every room he walked into, being content with what he's got.
And now, he was looking at Alastor—his curls, his soft parted lips, his smooth dark skin—like a man starved.
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13 Jan 2026
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Vox can recreate voices. One in particular helps him through a few of his lowest moments.
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13 Jan 2026
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Vincent has spent fucking ages chasing an infuriatingly elusive man, tracking him all the way into the bayou.
When he finally gets the drop on Alastor in his twisted cabin, he doesn’t want to kill him or even stop him. He wants a partnership. If Alastor wants to summon demons, he’s game, as long as Alastor helps him keep the network entertaining. But Alastor doesn’t trust easily, and it takes more than ensnaring him to prove any kind of loyalty.
Vincent is obsessed, and he will do anything to prove himself to Alastor. Alastor is very willing to see what “anything” looks like.
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13 Jan 2026
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A private moment between Vox und Alastor after S02E04
Contempt, mockery in the red eyes. But that does not touch Vox. He barely registers it. Because what lies behind it is so much stronger. A cold, endless void. A nothing. Nothing. As if reaching out your hand in the dark for something and never grasping it. It is simply not there. Never was.
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13 Jan 2026
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Based off Hazbin Hotel, Season 2, Episode 4.
The decades of waiting were torturous. Now, Vox finally has Alastor with him. What a great day! Surely, he isn't going to grapple with his own obsessive, confusing thoughts, which keeps tainting his mind....... Yeah, no. He wants a release.
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13 Jan 2026
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► Vox never imagined the night would end like this: with Alastor tied to his bed, shirt torn open, breathing unevenly, ears pinned back against his hair—looking at him with a kind of intimate hatred that burned.
“You two should just fuck already!” Valentino taunted, savouring the spectacle.
And Vox could do it. He had the Radio Demon right there, bound and defiant, trembling with fury under his hands. Exactly where he had wanted him so many times. Exactly how he had fantasised about him, night after night—wanting him, hating him, craving him.
But not like this. Never like this.
Because for the first time, Vox realised that what he’d imagined for years wasn’t dominating him… it was touching him without destroying him.
And that terrified him more than any demon in Hell.
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12 Jan 2026
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Alastor, Ace Icon and Queer Rights Activist by Anonymous
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
09 Jan 2026
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Vox’s partnership proposal to Alastor goes wrong… for Alastor. Somehow, he’s become a symbol of the queer rights movement almost overnight through no fault of his own.
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- Part 3 of Post S2 Hazbin
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09 Jan 2026
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Vox almost kills Alastor with the angelic canon. And freaks out afterwards. Yeaah...typical Vox.
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09 Jan 2026
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Charlie does something weird at the hotel again. She’s always doing something weird at the hotel.
Only this time, Alastor and Vox are victims of such antics – resulting in a universe-warp-bend thing where they both get blasted into a timeline where things suck just a tiny bit less (Heaven and Hell don’t seem as nasty as compared to their original world), jazz music plays from radio in Hell (in this day and age!?), and everyone is somehow able to turn back into their human forms in the afterlife. And not to mention – in this universe, Alastor and Vox are lovers.
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09 Jan 2026
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This is a slice-of-life, married Radiostatic fic where each chapter is a self-contained snapshot of Vox and Alastor learning how to live together. It focuses on the small, everyday moments, breakfasts, work interruptions, petty bickering, quiet tenderness, and how their relationship works
Every chapter is basically them clashing a little, repairing a little, and ending up closer, two control freak demons building a home that’s equal parts neon signal and warm static.
OR every chapter we see more of Alastor and Vox learning how to live together as a couple
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08 Jan 2026
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When Vox finally manages to capture the Radio Demon, he expects drama, threats, and maybe a monologue about “the good old days.”
What he doesn’t expect is for Alastor to be running a fever high enough to fry circuitry.
Too stubborn to admit he’s sick and too proud to accept help, Alastor becomes Vox’s unexpected responsibility, snark, brattiness, coughing fits and all.
Vox wanted victory. Instead, he gets a miserable, feverish rival wrapped in a blanket and refusing to take his medicine.
This is not how the broadcast was supposed to go...or captured Alastor gets sick, Vox tries to help but Alastor is still a brat
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08 Jan 2026
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“I don’t know how to do this,” he said aloud, as if the room might answer. “Of course I don’t.”
I’m never going to be able to do this, Alastor thought. I spent my entire life… pretending. First out of necessity. Then out of habit. Then because there was nothing left besides that.
In the 1930s, omega men didn’t officially exist. Omega men of color, then? That was asking to die. They were erased. Or tortured. Careers destroyed, voices silenced, talents swallowed by a world that only accepted alphas—or something conveniently neutral, betas.
So he had become an alpha.
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Alastor has always been an omega—one who pretended to be an alpha for years and years and years, who never had the permission or the courage to build a nest. He always believed himself to be a mistake of nature, a flaw. One day, he needs—desperately—to build a nest. Vox finally becomes everything he has always needed, doting on him with soft blankets, plush pillows, and skin-to-skin contact to soothe his anxiety surrounding nesting.Bookmarked by reddieweeb
08 Jan 2026
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"It is not common for Vincent to see somebody as an equal. That’s where Alastor Desrosiers comes in.
Vincent managed to refrain himself from running over to Alastor or waving frantically at him, but he could feel his knees shaking and his palms were becoming increasingly clammy.""'Oh, Al…' Vincent wept, his tears falling onto the fabric of Alastor’s dress shirt.
'You’re very drunk—'
'I think I love you'
They both went silent. One second. Two seconds, three, four, ten seconds went by.
'Excuse me?' "Vincent Whittman hosts a party for contemporaries in the entertainment industry and invites Alastor personally.
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07 Jan 2026
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Alastor's Vox's captive, unfortunately, that means he has needs, which Vox needs to deal with.
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07 Jan 2026
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There’s an old bar in Pentagram City that never upgraded, no wall-to-wall screens, no neon sponsorships, no VoxTek branding. Just dust, jazz, and a radio that always seems to hum a little louder when Alastor walks in.
Vox tells himself he’s only there for the nostalgia.
Alastor gets drunk enough to prove him wrong.OR drunk Alastor lets Vox touch his ears (and they're quite sensitive)
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07 Jan 2026