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The sigil lit up.
It worked! Alastor did not actually expect it this time too. It had been many futile attempts, and this newest copy of the summoning guide he managed to acquire after great lengths was damaged. There had been a few diagrams and sentences he had to fill in with some logical guesswork of his own. Now, according to the book, he should start hearing a voice emitting from the radio--
Hm. He may have fucked up slightly.
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In which: Alastor adapts, and Vox tries to keep his chill (unsuccessfully)Inspired by this beautiful artwork!
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The hunger inside him—the need—burned like strong whiskey sliding harshly down his windpipe. The desire to pull Alastor by the waist, to kiss the nape of his neck, to bite that soft, delicate skin… but all of that was forbidden territory.
Finally, Alastor lifted his face slightly, without turning his body, and spoke with that musical, theatrical, gentle voice:
“You’re staring at me again, mon chou?”
Vincent swallowed the honest answer, because it would be far too inconvenient that early in the morning, and he walked toward him.
“I like admiring what’s mine,” he murmured, soft and raspy, pressing his chest against Alastor’s back.
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Living with Alastor should have been simple, but for Vox, every innocent gesture from the man is a sweet torment, capable of setting him ablaze from the inside out. -
Pushing It Down and Praying. (a radiosilence oneshot.) by staticsovereign
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
01 Dec 2025
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pre-canon vox and alastor walk into a bar and things sure do happen!
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Why does anyone do anything? Sheer, absolute, boredom! by BlackBlood1872
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
23 Nov 2025
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Alternative title: "That Fucking Chair…"
It's a double entendre, you see. Because I find it hysterical that he's been tied to a stupid fucking computer chair… and also they're fucking in the chair. 😏
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If the neighbours noticed that Vincent rarely came back from work in the same clothes he left in, they would assume he was having an affair. Guests at their dinner parties reasoned that Alastor’s lavish knife collection was simply a side-effect of living in an East Coast city.
The world could believe everything it wanted to. It was more important for a healthy couple to have things in common.
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OR: A glimpse into the life of Vincent Whittman and his husband, Alastor.