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The More You Change, The More I Stay The Same by myomantic
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
02 Jan 2026
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After Vox’s failed attempt to start a war with heaven, his headless body goes missing. Nobody knows that it is Alastor who has taken the body for himself. Alastor just wants his old friend back.
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Two weirdos in Hell share a bed and talk about their feelings.
Inspired by the comics by ashlikesnow2 on tumblr, links in the fic!
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26 May 2026
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electric desires/have unravelled all my wires by Anonymous
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
25 Jan 2026
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Vox makes the mistake of getting into a game of ‘truth or dare’ with Alastor, who is possibly the worst demon in all of Hell to bet against. Luckily for him, Alastor is in a generous mood.
title is from ‘Cabinet Man’ by Lemon Demon!
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23 May 2026
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At the next lingering glance, Alastor leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. The action clearly makes Vox regret looking, and he snaps his gaze back to Valentino so quickly he may have pulled a muscle. Time to strike.
“Is it working?”
The way Vox tenses at Alastor’s question is gratifying, almost as much as the look of utter confusion on his face when he turns back. “What?”
“Is it working? This little demonstration—is it making you feel powerful?”
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OR: Instead of just sitting in the cuck chair and glowering, Alastor doms the shit out of Vox.
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03 May 2026
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"And they're not yours," Vox added, gaining a bit of confidence. "They're mine. They're on my body. I have them."
The silence that followed was dense, charged with static. Alastor stared at him for several seconds, his red eyes gleaming in the dimness of the apartment. His ears, which had begun to perk up, flattened against his head again.
"Shut up," Alastor said.
His voice was deep, hoarse, and had a hint of danger that Vox knew well. But it wasn't the danger of a threat. It was the danger of someone about to lose something he considered his.
"They're mine," Alastor continued, and he looked down at Vox's breasts with an intensity that made Vox hold his breath. "They only react to me."
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29 Apr 2026
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“I’ve missed you too,” Vincent confesses.
Yeah, this is– they’ve overdone it with the drinks pretty bad.
The warmth from the whiskey churns inside Alastor’s guts, making his fingers feel numb. He tears his gaze away, staring at the whiteness of the ceiling instead of whatever is behind Vincent’s eyes.
The ceiling fan rotates on its axis, not doing much to snuff out the heat of the room. Vincent’s hand is still there, cupping his face, caressing his cheek.
Vincent’s voice cuts in. “Can I kiss you?” Ever so soft.
The fan is still spinning, worthlessly.
“Do you have to ask every time?”
Or: Alastor misses Vincent and they make out. Hard.
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24 Apr 2026