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A one-shot about Alastor fucking around with Vox on a Hellaverse-inspired parody of Twitter (Vitter).
This is pure self-indulgent crack. :)
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"He laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs but it sounds more like he's crying.
'No. No, no, no. I…I own you, just like I own everything else in this shithole city. Your soul is mine, Alastor, it was fucking made for me, you just haven't realized it.'
The energy spewing from Vox's eye increases, and Alastor begins to feel dizzy.
'But don't worry, I'd be happy to show you.'"
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After years of waiting in the dark, Vox has his shot. Alastor, weakened from the holy battle, left susceptible to his hypnosis and free for the taking. But the stag won't go down without a fight, and he's prepared to give Vox Hell in return...if only he could slip these pesky restraints.
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This is the NEW version of How Deep is Your Love, which WILL receive updates. For the old version, please see part two of the series containing this work.
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- Part 1 of How Deep is Your Love (Vers. 1 & 2)
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After years of waiting in the dark, Vox has his shot. Alastor, weakened from the holy battle, left susceptible to his hypnosis and free for the taking. But the stag won't go down without a fight, and he's prepared to give Vox Hell in return... If only he could slip these pesky restraints.
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This is the OLD version of How Deep is Your Love, which is archived and will not receive updates. For the new version, please see part one of the series containing this work.
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- Part 2 of How Deep is Your Love (Vers. 1 & 2)
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“Do you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 your friends to get hurt, Charlie?”
Charlie's assertive demeanor crumbled into something brittle. “What? Of— of course not!”
Alastor smiled gently and placed one hand on her shoulder and the other over his heart. “Then allow me to handle this.”
(Or: Charlie thinks the Hazbin Hotel is looking a little out of date and decides to purchase a public computer for the lobby. Lucifer sees this as an opportunity to win over his daughter's favor, forcing Alastor to make some unpleasant concessions.)
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There is an uncomfortable, growing pit inside of Vox.
Food won't fill it. Neither do clubs nor parties nor alcohol. They're temporary distractions at best, self-destructive behaviors at worst.He doesn't understand, 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙.
What could he need? What could possibly fill the chasm?
Or, to phrase it more accurately, who?
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Hell is other people. Purgatory is being a twenty something weatherman with the memories of a being a media overlord who had the entirety of Hell wrapped around his finger.
Sent back to his mortal life with a chance to "do it right this time", Vox has a problem. The Angels have installed a patch in his soul: the Pacifist Protocol. If he tries to kill a rival, poison a boss, or throw a punch, he is paralyzed by blinding agony.
He cannot claw his way to the top if he can't use his claws. He needs a loophole.
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07 Feb 2026
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Best Radiostatic fic ive read hands down if you don't read youre missing out on peak
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"For what is a man, what has he got? - If not himself, then he has naught - To say the things he truly feels - And not the words of one who kneels - The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way"
Following the finale, the hotel and the Vees decide to forbid the now-free Alastor and the now-subdued Vox from seeing each other after the stunt they’ve pulled, afraid they’d cause more trouble for hell.
But obsessive hatred runs quite deep, and if the two can’t find a way to ruin each other’s lives in hell, they’d risk everything to find another way in another place.
Somewhere out there exists a universe in which Alastor and Vox are as close in every sense as possible. Geographically, temporally, emotionally. An alternative version of Al and Vincent on Earth in the modern times. One day, they begin to get spontaneously possessed by their demon counterparts, whose plan consists of tormenting each other in their bodies.
Their possessions won’t always be timely consistent, leading to a few teeny-tiny... mishaps.
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05 Feb 2026
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Inspired by the comic by @BigTerrence on TikTok: "What If Alastor Woke Up In A World Where He and Vox Were Lovers?". I won't be using the comic shot for shot, this is inspired by it but not trying to recreate it in fic form.
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Alastor was in the middle of executing his master plan when everything changed. He had only shut his eyes for a moment -- trying to rest and recover... but when he opened his eyes, instead of being tied to his favorite spinning chair he found himself in a warm, plush bed with shark themed sheets. At first, he figured Vox had taken pity and laid him there, but as his eyes wandered around the room things were starting to make less and less sense. When had Vox had the time to take several pictures of them together? Happy pictures? And, more importantly, when had Vox put a ring on his finger?Ah, well, the photo of them at an alter on the nightstand answers that question.
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What happens when Canon!Alastor has swapped bodies with Married!Alastor? How will their Voxs react? What will they learn about themselves, and what else could they possibly fuck up?
Title of fic inspired by: Nothing Can Change This Love by Sam Cooke.
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04 Feb 2026
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The Family You Choose (is better?) by number1trashenthusiast
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Feb 2026
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Lilith has returned. She has all the cards in her hands and Alastor's invisible leash wrapped around her perfect fingers - but no one who has played poker with Alastor would suggest counting him out before the game is over.
Alastor has faced some of the greatest evils that have ever existed - has stood firm in back alleys against overlords stronger than him, has several times dodged exorcist spears and even divine guitars.
He is NOT going to be defeated by a fucking HOTEL ROOM and the desperate housewife from HELL.
Alternative summary: Alastor spends a sizeable amount of time locked in single combat with a hotel room door, Vaggie grows as a person, Lucifer Morningstar is Very Concerned that his ex-wife and current-whatever may be getting along too well, Charlie spends a lot of time being confused, Frederick von Eldrich comes out of retirement with style, the Archangel Michael develops a headache, and Vox attempts to de-bug his conscience.
There are also copious musical references for no good reason whatsoever.
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19 Nov 2025
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Freaking uh very well written radiosilence kindaaa also Lilith is scary
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Alastor had the voice of an angel. That's what everyone said before they saw him. It was easy, on the radio, to sing and talk his heart out without the look. The look that people gave him. Usually, it was the white folk. In the booth, they'd look at him with disdain and resentment. How tormenting it must be, to their feeble minds, to be doing work to support a mixed-Creole man with brown skin. Other times, it was other black folk. His skin was too dark to be welcomed by the white man, and too light to be accepted by his own community.
So he found his comfort behind a microphone. Where no one could see him, and everyone would listen.
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Or: An AU where the characters of Hazbin Hotel lived in 1930s New Orleans. Alastor is a singer/entertainer busting his ass off to make himself known. He comes to meet a young, lively man that goes by Vox. An entertainer, too, at least he says he is. Vox has many, many ideas that involved Alastor. Many that Alastor does not take kindly too, or, at least he says he doesn't.----
Author's note: Many, many 1930s music will be mentioned in this fic :) it will be a semi-slow burn. I'm obsessed with S2E4, can you tell?

