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“The camera also only shows so much, capturing the world in black and white.” The man tapped the blunt side of the knife against Vincent’s cheek. “Did you know there was a time when those with blue and green eyes were considered clairvoyant? Can you see the future, Vincent Whittman? Perhaps that was what made you a decent weather boy. Are you sure you should have strayed from that path?”
or: Up-and-coming TV personality Vincent Whittman catches the attention of New York's latest serial killer through a fortunate choice of dump site, beginning a dance through the decade of evading police, absolutely killer ratings, and changing the trajectory of Hell itself...if they can manage to muddle through this weird 'I don't know why I don't want to kill you' feeling thing at least. Either way, the 50s aren't even remotely ready for them.
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In Honeysuckle Time (You Said You'd Be Mine) by basilheaps
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
21 Feb 2026
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“Deal’s not a deal till we shake on it, pal.” the boy extended his hand. “The name’s Alastor.”
Vincent looked him up and down warily, but accepted his hand. He gripped it tightly, and gave it a strong tug, just like his father had taught him. “I’m Vincent.” He deepened his voice just a smidge. 'You can always tell a real man apart from a daisy just from his handshake', his father always said.
Alastor gave a slight giggle in response, seemingly amused by the bizarre greeting. Vincent still wasn’t sure if he was laughing at him or if he just laughed at everything. He found he didn’t care that much either way, now that his initial anger had passed. Alastor had a nice laugh.
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Murdermedia AU: Alastor and Vincent meet as children one fateful summer. For years to come, they will cause immutable impact in each others lives, for better and for worse.
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18 Feb 2026
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Cut Out My Heart and Tell Me You Love Me by perpetualwhim
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
05 Feb 2026
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“Yeah, I’m a fucking idiot,” Vox growled. “Sometimes I care about people, okay? That’s normal. That what you do when you’re a person and not just a psychopathic caricature. But I suggest you leave me the fuck alone about it and think about declaring a temporary truce, because we’re both stuck in this room, and your inhibitions are going to be just as lowered as mine.”
“Oh, I’m well aware,” Alastor drawled, and let his legs fall open, revealing that he was every bit as hard as Vox was right now. He dragged his fingers delicately up the thick ridge straining against his pants as Vox’s pulse roared in his ears. “What sort of truce do you have in mind?”
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Or: a deer demon and a guy with a TV for a head get dosed with sex pollen, and then things start getting a little weird.
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Or: two psychopaths fail their way into a mutually satisfying relationship, while the author fails to write a one-shot
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