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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.

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    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?

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    Vox was frustrated. Extremely sexually frustrated.
    Oh, who was he kidding. His feelings for Alastor ran much deeper than
    simply having the hots for him. But after ignoring it for so long and losing
    their friendship it had simply become too much.

     

    And what better idea to fix your fucked up rivalry than by joining the Hazbin Hotel!?

     


    What could go wrong?

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    13 Jan 2026

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    Vox laughs lightly and ruffles his hand through Alastor's hair, leaning in to kiss his forehead. "So how's that Stockholm Syndrome doin', Bambi? Love me yet?" he teases gently but quickly adds, "Ya know what, don't answer that. You'll probably eat me in my sleep Tuesday night," he says with a laugh and affectionately tugs on one cervine ear. "Not that I'd complain."

    “Ah, but it *can’t* be Stockholm’s! You’ve let me leave~” Alastor teases back, smiling a bit wider at the playful tug.

    “Don’t tempt me~”

    He lifts a forkful of mustard-seasoned rabbit up to Vox. “It’s a shame you haven’t had much of your own dish..~”

    "But tempting you is so fun~" Vox says after swallowing, tracing teal claws up Alastor's throat and lifting his chin, leaning in to claim his lips. "You're my favorite dish..." he mumbles against Alastor's mouth and kisses him again.

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    By the time they came downstairs, the power to the hotel had already been restored. Vaggie, it seemed, was handy enough with a breaker box to get things up and running once more. It wasn’t going to solve the multitude of broken bulbs in Alastor’s rooms – but he didn’t think those warranted a mention.

    Especially considering the fact that Angel had made a beeline towards them the moment they’d stepped into the staff parlour, a broad grin on his face and an oddly U-shaped cushion clutched in his upper pair of hands.

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    07 Jan 2026

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    After watching Alastor fall to The First Man, Vox seeks him out at his crumbling radio tower. He's there to finish the job, but looking down at his oldest friend bleeding out amongst the dust and debris, Vox has another idea. Let all of Hell think Video Killed the Radio Star. Those basement levels in Vee Tower were his little secret. Alastor would either grow to love him, or he would find himself the newest addition to the Media Lord's "Zoo".

    This is an RP collaboration, so apologies if the formatting is a little odd. We've been working on this story for months and love it so much, we figured we would share with all of you lovely heathens! Most of the tags/warnings are for MUCH later in the story, but you'll see why they are there eventually. This is listed as a slow burn simply because the sexual content is far into the story, but actually only a couple days in. If you're a sucker for details, internal monologue, and complex lore/backstories, you've come to the right place! This will be a long-running series with how much we've already got written, so stay tuned and enjoy the show!

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    07 Jan 2026