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"What you need, sweetheart, are people who know sinners, who can set this place up right, who can bring people in!"
Vox has to hand it to him—Charlie is buying it hook, line and sinker, nodding along enthusiastically. "So you believe in our dream?" she asks eagerly, and Alastor doesn't even hesitate.
"Absolutely not!" he says brightly, and Vox chokes down his unbidden laugh and the brief look of utter confusion that flits across the Princess's face. "But that doesn't mean I don't think you should try."
Alastor's back after his mysterious seven year absence with a new pet project, and of course he's about to make it Vox's problem, too.
Sequel to Backup Plan
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Oh, fuck, maybe he was already fucking dead because somehow Alastor was carrying him, arms warm and wiry and gripping him so tightly it hurt, a brief, sharp anchor to the present before everything rapidly faded into oblivion.
There were worse ways to go, Vox supposed.
Written for day 5 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 6 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Vox shot him a bitter look before giving a resigned shrug. "What's your point?"
Admittedly Husk'd had his suspicions, but Alastor was, well… Alastor. Still, it was feeling increasingly like he was giving Hell's most fucked up marriage counselling to a neglected wife. Was that what this was about? Really?
Also written for day 4 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 5 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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It'd been a long time since Husk had bothered to keep track of everyone who came through the casino's doors. Business was booming, and he had better shit to be doing than memorising nobodies. Still, he was always aware of anyone who actually mattered. Overlords, hotshot celebrities, up-and-coming sinners, cheaters looking to fleece him—you name it.
And then there was Alastor's guy.
A familiar face turns up at Husk's casino.
Written for day 4 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 4 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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It would be easier, Vox knew, if Alastor was a complete asshole all of the time.
Unfortunately, he still had his moments. Moments that reminded Vox why he'd ended up in this humiliating situation to begin with; why even now he still put up with all of Alastor's shit.
Vox and Alastor spend an evening together.
Written for Day 3 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 3 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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"I thought you'd just called in a favour, but you…" she trailed off, smile fading a little. "You own Vox, don't you?"
He blinked at her, eyes wide and neck snapping to the side. "I'm an overlord, sweetheart, or had you somehow forgotten?"
Charlie comes to an uncomfortable realisation.
Written for Day 2 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 2 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Alastor still hadn't sent him away. He should; he couldn't stand the way Vox had been looking at him ever since he'd accepted the deal. Expectantly. Hopefully. Like he thought Alastor was actually going to give him what he wanted, when he'd already given more than he ever thought he could.
What to do with a soul you never particularly wanted in the first place?
Written for Day 1 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 1 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Arsehole. She doesn't miss him. She doesn't. Vox can go fuck himself with a rusty angelic steel dildo for all she cares, watching as she takes care of their business. Their fucking empire—or what's left of it.
And Val—no, no—she blinks furiously against the unwelcome sting in her eyes and sets her jaw, whipping around to glare up into the shadows.
"I know you're here," she says sharply, "and I haven't got all night, so if you're only here to babysit the shark then fuck off already and leave me in peace."
In a future where Alastor has turned on the hotel and the Vees have disbanded, Alastor and Velvette have come to an arrangement.
One night, it's rudely interrupted.
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The Offer (Reprise) by issu (Issushaim) for AislinCeivun
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
21 Apr 2026
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When Vox asked Alastor to come up with kinks he'd be willing to try, this wasn't really what he'd had in mind.
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"Quiet," he said curtly, lip curling in a faint sneer as he raised one elbow to rest it on the back of the couch. It took conscious effort not to snap his legs shut again, despite every instinct screaming otherwise. Alastor swallowed, throat tight and dry as he gazed down at Whittman's son on the floor, on his knees looking like he'd been bestowed a gift from fucking heaven. "What on earth did you think you were playing at?"
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- Part 3 of unnatural selection
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All of those desires were driven by a wretchedly vicious insecurity that would either forever hold him back or finally trigger him to snap.
He wanted Alastor, too. It was obvious in the way he'd lean in close after a drink or two, the pink flush climbing high over his pale skin. His gaze would linger distractingly on Alastor's mouth, his neck; would dart down between his thighs as though he didn't quite dare.
And that was a problem. Vincent was no use to him unless he learnt to dare.
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- Part 2 of unnatural selection
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Whittman's boy really was… too easy.
If Alastor had been a better man, he might even have felt a little bad about it. As it was, this was the least the old bastard deserved, and the boy—Vincent, he'd said his name was—seemed an amusing enough means to an end.
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- Part 1 of unnatural selection
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"Of all the things I might want right now, Al," Vox said at last, the familiar smooth richness of his voice raspy and thick with exhaustion, "you're pretty much at the bottom of the fucking list."
It was almost convincing.
An AU in which things went rather differently at the end of s2, in a series of 666 word fics.
[O] Ownership
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- Part 3 of A P O C A L Y P S E 666
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The lights are already on, low and warm and casting a soft, amber glow across gleaming bottles and glasses. The scent of fresh cigarette smoke drifts through the stagnant, musty air of the bar, confirming: he is not alone.
Really, on today of all days? What a cosmic fucking joke.
Another Valentine's Day in Hell, seventy years later.
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“Don’t tell me you want to keep working,” Alastor says with teasing incredulity, mostly to see how long he can drag this facade of ignorance out. “You owe me a song,” he reminds him, though there’s no way Vox has forgotten. He never does. “And a drink.”
A Valentine's Day in Hell.
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It was one thing to choose to be alone; to spurn close connections in a world where everyone sought to use one another in some way. It was quite another to have solitude forced upon you, left to nothing but your own thoughts as they began to clamour relentlessly, maddeningly against the insides of your own skull.
And by fucking god, the bittersweet nostalgia that one murmur of Vox’s signal had sunk deep into his aching chest with familiar claws was irresistible. Alastor hated it, even as he knew he couldn’t let it go.
Vox was hardly in any condition to deny him, in any case.
An AU in which things went rather differently at the end of s2, in a series of 666 word fics.
[P] Perseverance
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- Part 2 of A P O C A L Y P S E 666
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Hell is Other People (except when it's not) by issu (Issushaim)
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
31 Jan 2026
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The Hell he emerged to was nothing like he remembered. No, it was more like the Hell the priest of his childhood had painted melodramatic visions of: a wasteland of desolate fire and brimstone under red skies, of agonising solitude—though it was hardly separation from God he cared about.
An AU in which things went rather differently at the end of s2, in a series of 666 word fics.
[A] Alone
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- Part 1 of A P O C A L Y P S E 666
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“I don’t trust him,” Alastor bites out, because it's true. It’s different. He doesn’t trust anyone, let alone Vox. All the man knows how to do is lie. “I just know him.”
There’s a soft, throaty chuckle as Valentino waves the smoke from his face to take a slow sip of his drink, closing his eyes briefly in pleasure before cracking one open to look at Alastor smugly. “Mm, and you also know that he wants to fuck you, don’t you, baby?” Discomfort crawls down Alastor’s spine, something ugly and hard settling in the pit of his stomach. “That cutesy, flirty shit you were pulling in front of the whole city—even your tits were falling out, which, nice touch by the way—yeah, you know him.”
Alastor has a plan. Then again, so does Valentino.
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The thin line of Vox’s mouth twists. “You have no idea what I want.”
He’s not entirely wrong. The Vox that Alastor had always thought he’d known is shifting, new facets fractured and exposed in the bewildering wretchedness of his breakdown. No, he doesn’t know what Vox wants, and he’s now not sure that he ever did. It itches under his skin like a sick compulsion he wants nothing more than to excise.
And so he shall.
Alastor decides he wants answers, no matter the cost.
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Sometimes the memories still feel like a fuckin’ fever dream. Vivid jeweled colours that are blurring around the edges; muffled voices and music that snap into crisp clarity only in time for him to recall the last few words or notes. The familiar weight of a friendly hand on his shoulder; of hooded ruby eyes gleaming warmly. And now he’s waxing poetic again, like a sentimental fool—but it's hardly the first time, and doesn’t it say it all that he’s still never learned?
The alcohol probably doesn’t help. Or maybe it does—even after several decades the jury’s still out on that one, and he’ll sure as shit never find out otherwise.
Husk reminisces, and Alastor interrupts.