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Vox and Alastor are perfectly fine on their own, or at least, that’s what they tell themselves.
Control is everything, and neither of them are willing to give it up. But when problems start pressing in from all sides, an unexpected deal forms.
It’s only temporary.
Only practical.
Only a performance.
After all… what could possibly go wrong when two people who refuse to need anyone decide to stand side by side?
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Alastor and Vox fake date
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Late one evening, in a wealthy manor hidden in the wilderness of upstate New York, a man steps forward to announce that there was been...a murder!
Alastor, who just committed a murder, turns to Vincent, who just failed to hide the body, with a look that could kill a second time. And while Vincent is adamant that it's not his fault, he magnanimously offers to be interrogated first and provide believable alibis to the detective. He has the upmost confidence that this will smooth things over.
This does not smooth things over.
And, as per usual, Alastor has to suffer for it.
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Bookmarked by siliencekills
25 Jul 2026
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“Alright, you know what? Fuck it! Yeah! Fuck me if you’re wrong, asshole!”
Alastor’s laughter petered out as he wiped a tear away from his eye. “Pardon me. I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say, old chum?”
“I said,” Vox enunciated, “that if I win, you fuck me.”
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After the battle against Heaven, Vox follows Alastor into a bar. Conversation eventually turns to the Hell's Hottest Poll, and while Vox feels confident in his victory, Alastor isn't so sure.
And a bet is made.
(inspired by Mimi's artwork on Twitter)
Bookmarked by siliencekills
13 Jul 2026
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I’ve read it so many times I might aswell bookmark it.
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"You weren’t in your office.”
Alastor lifted a brow. “This is my office.”
“Uh no it’s not. You have your own private one. It’s right next to mine.” Vincent spoke with a genuine confusion in his tone.
“That’s your assistant’s office.” Alastor clarified.
“You are my assistant.” Vincent said adamantly.
“No, I’m not. You already have one.”
“I can have multiple assistants.”
“Yes but I’m not one of them.” Alastor denied once more to which Vincent groaned. “Yes you are! I hired you as my assistant.”
Alastor was starting to get irritated. “No, you hired me as a book keeper.”
Vincent clicked his tongue. “Same fucking thing.” No it’s not. Alastor said in his head.
Alastor finally decided to look up from his work. “What do you want, Vince―” The sight that greeted him made him pause mid-sentence.
Vincent was wearing makeup.
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MurderMedia office smut
Bookmarked by siliencekills
08 Jul 2026
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Alastor Deserves to be Celebrated on his Day by CrazyFantasy_13
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
23 Jun 2026
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After an ill-timed comment by Alastor, it makes Vincent realizes something important. If his own father is a piece of trash and doesn’t deserve to be celebrated on Father’s Day—there’s someone right in front of him who does! Who better to celebrate than his daddy?
Or: they both have a daddy kink and Vincent gets fucked a lot for it
Bookmarked by siliencekills
07 Jul 2026
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Vox shivered as Alastor touched his calf, walking the tips of his claws up Vox’s leg in a prickling, torturous line. “Why is it that the man who’s always taken everything won’t even try to take this?”
“Don’t,” Vox whispered, panic clawing at his chest as the red claw-tips reached his mid-thigh, even as a wave of desire surged up, desperately urging Alastor to continue.
Alastor cocked his head, regarding him with bright red eyes. “Don’t?”
Vox’s breath was coming faster, his vision swimming. “I—fuck, I—can we talk about this tomorrow? When we’re not drunk?” This wasn’t a conversation he ever wanted to have, but maybe if he delayed and distracted, Alastor was drunk enough to forget all about it in the morning. And if not, maybe with eight hours of sleep and some food, he could actually figure out how to address this without just blurting it out in the stupidest possible way.
“Hmm,” Alastor hummed, rolling his head side to side, then curving his mouth in a wicked smile. “No. We’re talking about it now.”
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OR: Drunk Alastor wants to know why Vox won't make a move. It's because he's built like a Ken doll, but that's not a problem for Alastor.
Bookmarked by siliencekills
19 Jun 2026