Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
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“Ah,” Alastor murmurs, fondness threading his tone. “Poor darling,” he hums against the punctures, sealing them with a slow lick that makes her knees buckle. He pulls back gently, blood staining his smile like wine. “You’re trembling. Shall I stop?”
Or: Rosie raves about her favorite pet, the impeccably mannered Radio Demon, who she claims to be above all fleshly temptation; Lucifer, bored to the marrow, wagers he can shatter any sinner’s composure in a single night, and transforms into the perfect bait.
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Alastair swallowed. The room tasted like spilled liquor and fresh sawdust from the new wall. His pulse was loud in his ears.
“I ain’t a whore, Lou.”
“Didn’t say you were.” Lou’s thumb traced the cut on Alastair’s lower lip, gentle as brushing dust off a record. “I said you’re hungry. I said I like what I see. Two things can be true.”or: On nights he’d rather not count, Alastair finds himself in Lou’s careful hands at the Paradise Lounge.
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- Part 2 of The Paradise Lounge
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“I swear I ain’t a fag, Al,” Vincent whined, the words raw and frantic, soaked in every ugly thing the world had ever taught him about wanting this. “Swear on my mother, it’s just you. Every time I look at you I just wanna—”
or: New Orleans, 1920s; Al loses a bet to his buddy Vincent and has to wear drag. This Better Not Awaken Anything In Vinnie.
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- Part 1 of The Paradise Lounge
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"Vox loved telling him about his favorite movies and, on occasion, subjecting him to them as if he were initiating Alastor into some sacred rite. He especially doted on his Marilyn Monroe—could go positively breathless talking about her. And that evening, Alastor had been just drunk enough to indulge him, wearing the faintest smirk as if he were doing the poor boy a tremendous favor."
or: Vox and Alastor bond over classic films in ways neither of them strictly planned.
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A sharp burst of static escaped Alastor; he had meant it as a warning, but the radio hiss slid unexpectedly into a sultry saxophone riff.
Both froze.
Vox blinked, signal stuttering. “…the hell was that?”
“Ignore that.” Heat rose to his face as he tried to tug free, but Vox’s fingers only tightened, and Alastor felt the pulse in his own wrist jump against that unyielding grip.
A slow, delirious grin spread across his rival’s monitor. “…oh. My. God. You’re not sick. You’re horny.”or: Alastor gets food poisoning from eating a Lust imp; Vox helps him out
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After an embarrassingly stupid incident with bargain-bin TV sets, humiliating props, and way too much sexual frustration, Vox and Alastor launch into an all-out battle for dominance.
Quips, power plays, petty sabotage—it’s all fair game in their endless back-and-forth.Catching feelings? HA! No.
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”You’d call everything off right now, just for this?”
Just for this, he says. As though it’s trivial. As though it isn’t everything that Vox has dreamt of every night for the past several decades. As though the rejection doesn’t sting just as sharply every time he wakes up and reaches to the other side of a cold bed, hands searching for a lover that will never be there, and hears callous laughter echoing in the back of his skull.
Vox sucks in a shaky breath, closing his eyes. He tilts his face downward, unable to look at Alastor when he admits it. He almost can’t bring himself to, sure that Alastor is already certain of the answer.
”Yes,” he whispers.
”You can’t be serious,” Alastor says quietly.
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In which many things come to light, all earth-shattering.
Bookmarked by Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
29 Dec 2025
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The one where Alastor crawls onto Vox’s lap to torment him but discovers he has Feelings™️
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A Scarecrow Stalks Vox and Other Holiday Tales by Doctor_Briarwood
Fandom Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
28 Feb 2026
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Follow along as Tompkins the Unholy Scarecrow slowly stalks Vox through several major, and a handful of minor, holidays.
It's fine, though. Vox will probably be fine.
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Bookmarked by Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
04 Jan 2026
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These are so delightful (festive vibes)
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Alastor, when he was young and alive, a livewire rap-tapping across the heated streets, had occasionally envisioned a proper dance partner. A game of tag, a hide-and-seek, a hunt through the iron whorls of his haunted city. A detective hot on his heels. A rival whose on-air turns of phrase were just exquisite. A victim who fought back hard enough to leave him panting.
Entice me, he felt, thrumming under his body, turning him into something dim and open-mouthed and near-salacious. Entice me, somebody entice me, somebody watch me, watch how I move and narrow your eyes and try for me, try, my dear, to figure out just how to make me bend.
Bookmarked by Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
28 Dec 2025
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What the fuck, I’m drooling over this. Alastor narrating like he was written by Nabokov on steroids is doing unspeakable things to my brain.
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It’s Such An Ancient Pitch by Doctor_Briarwood for Bea_like_beaver
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
31 Oct 2025
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Vox sniffed. “If you say so.”
“Don’t pout, Vox. Your face will stick like that.” Alastor winked and handed him a cupcake covered in blood-red frosting. Something suspiciously like an eyeball rested in the middle and Vox raised the baked good up to really study it. “Here. Have a treat – my treat. Ha!”
Vox scowled at the cupcake. “That’s a nerve, Alastor. There is an optic nerve on my cupcake.”
“Oops.”
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Bookmarked by Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
08 Nov 2025
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LOVELY, the one where it’s Halloween
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Fuck. That was weird. It’s almost like he can hear me. Hey, Alastor? Can you hear me over there?
I hear you, you imbecile, Alastor thought but got no response from Vox, as he’d expected. This appeared to be entirely a one-way broadcast.
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Alastor gets sick with a virus that allows him to hear Vox's inner thoughts, much to his dismay.
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Bookmarked by Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
08 Oct 2025
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This made me snort several times — the one where Alastor catches a cold or something and can suddenly read Vox’s licentious signals.