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Static and Lip Gloss by orphan_account
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) RPF, Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
16 Nov 2025
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Velvette stared. Then:
“…You are so weird. I love it.”She straightened, clapped her hands once, decision made.
“Okay, since you're stuck here and I’m awake and bored and dehydrated? We’re hanging out.”
Alastor perked.
“Hanging… out?” -
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Vox grabbed a fistfull of Alastor’s coat and dragged him to the entrance of the alley.
“Let go of me, you insolent picture bo-!” But Vox shoved the matchbook in his face, cutting him off. Alastor’s eyes naturally crossed as he tried to focus on the words. Caesar’s Palace stared back at him. Right under, in gold lettering read Fabulous Las Vegas, Nevada.
“Welcome to Sin City, asshole!” yelled Vox.
In which Lucifer accidentally sends Alastor and Vox on a one way, all expense paid trip to Fabulous Las Vegas!
As living mortals.
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Vincent Whittman dies and wakes up in Cannibal Town with a body that isn’t his and the uncomfortable opportunity to start over. Alastor, twenty years into a deal with Rosie, is supposed to keep the peace, not babysit a mouthy new sinner who keeps breaking rules. He'll protect his privacy, his darkest secrets, at any cost.
While navigating his new reality, Vincent becomes infatuated with a radio show. The host is mysterious, classy and demented. Everything he wants to be. He'll stop at nothing to discover the man's identity, and convince him to show him how he rose to the top.
What begins as reluctant proximity turns into a sadistic friendship and beyond, in a slow-burn story about shame, self-reinvention, and trying very hard not to want the wrong things.
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Charlie had planted herself in front of Vox and was rambling off an impressive myriad of excuses, from busted pipes to bad Wi-Fi, while he stared at her, hands on his hips, with the utmost expression of forced patience. His black, digital brows were set in a line as straight as the glower at the bottom of his screen. He does a single, slow blink, finger tapping against his hip as he debates on how much money he can reasonably make on a Charlie Morningstar-inspired white-noise machine (and whether the guaranteed customer complaints will be worth the cheap buck) when a movement over her shoulder draws his eyes.
He leans to the side, eyebrow quirking. "What's that?" Then promptly chokes on a surprised noise and shoves Charlie aside. "Holy shit, is that a human?"
Lucifer plays a prank on Alastor.
Everyone else has to deal with the consequences.
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Off the Air by theassguardian
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) RPF
02 Jun 2026
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Alastor peels off the glove, then places his bare-knuckled hand just in front of the younger boy’s eyes. Would he…?
This is not the city, nor the era, for a man to get upon his knees before another, for men do not grovel nor beg. And a man of Vincent’s stature, status and complexion does not prostrate himself before a man who looked the way Alastor looked.
Alastor turns his eyes away, feigning nonchalance, and nearly jumps when he feels the warmth of Vincent’s fingers curling to clench his.
And then… a soft ghost of lips upon knuckles.
Alastor grins into the darkness.
Like a moth to a flame, or fish to bait— Vincent is the easiest prey Alastor has ever caught.
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