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As Vox prepares for the debut of Vox's Vittles, Hell's hottest new cooking show, he runs into a small problem: none of his clothes fit.
He hasn't gained weight, though. Sure, Alastor's been cooking him decadent meals every day since they got married, but Vox has a stellar metabolism, thank you very much. Clearly someone left his clothes in the dryer, and whoever's responsible for it is going to pay!
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Vox gains weight and would sooner burst out of his clothes on live television than admit it.
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Are you curious enough to taste it? by MixkaRules18, TrashDemonx for PitFTW
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
19 May 2026
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Lucifer watches as his longtime fanatic practically drapes himself across another man's arms with mixed feelings.
It's his fault. Of course, it's his fault, when is it ever not? But after nearly a decade of attempted summons, surely he hasn't blown his chance by fumbling through an introduction because his summoner just happened to be the prettiest human he's ever seen?!
But perhaps there's more to this encounter now that the man has drawn his counterpart deep into the bayou in the middle of the night.
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All Lucifer wanted to do was gather research for his upcoming novel.
But unfortunately, Mother Nature had different plans for him. Not only was it freezing outside, but a snow storm cropped up, chilling him to his very bones. And on top of that, he was lost in the woods with none other than Alastor, the annoying alpha from his publishing company.
What else could go wrong?
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Shameless omegaverse porn.
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After seven years of being outside of Hell’s politics, Lucifer returns with a sweeping vengeance, passing laws and policies to begin to make the Pride Ring a better place. The only problem? Not everyone is pleased about it.
OR: The five times the denizens of Hell attempt to assassinate Lucifer and the one time they hit him where it really hurts.
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Lucifer is tired. Tired in the way only a millennia-old king of Hell can be—bone-deep, paperwork-poisoned, soul-weary tired. His only real source of joy these days? Touching soft things. Flower petals, feathers, and most recently, the occasional chance encounter with KeeKee—when the demon cat deigns to allow it.
So when he spotted the cat perched on the back of an armchair one evening, Lucifer half-mindedly reached out to stroke her… only for static to rise thick and sharp around him.
Yes, you can probably guess what happens next.
Also, Husk is a reluctant wingman.PS.
I blame that one fanart. You know the one. (And if anyone knows where to find it and can tag it properly—please, for the love of God, do. Save me from scouring the internet like a feral raccoon.)- Language:
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01 Jun 2026
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“So, Rosie.” Alastor straightened himself in his seat, taking his teacup and indulging in a sip. “Now that you’ve heard the tale, I come to you for advice on what to do with our little serpentine king. Please, enlighten me: why is Lucifer Morningstar acting so strangely around me?”
Rosie took a deep breath and set her cup on its saucer. “How’s the tea, darling?” she asked, hands folded on her lap.
Alastor blinked once, then twice. “Why, it’s lovely, as per usual.”
Rosie smiled sweetly. “Good. Not too bitter?”
“Not at all.”
“And how’re the fingers, dear? They taste alright?”
“They’re simply delightful.”
“Is your chair nice and comfortable?”
“The comfiest.”
“You’re all relaxed?”
“I’ve never felt so at home.”
“Lucifer is in love with you.”
Alastor spat out the tea he’d been drinking, which was quickly followed by a round of coughing so harsh you would think he was actively dying.
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Alastor has a chat with Rosie regarding Lucifer’s odd behavior.
Rosie finds it all quite amusing.
Alastor does not.
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It was the shadow’s job to worry. Among duties such as being a companion, the shadow had been created to protect Alastor. They kept a look out for any creeping sinners seeking to get easy power, and when Alastor was injured, they always whisked him away to heal in private. The hows and whys of Alastor’s daily life were nothing that they concerned their head about. They expressed Alastor’s deepest emotions and they assisted their companion with whatever he needed. All that mattered was that Alastor remained safe and happy. If he were safe and happy, they were safe and happy.
At the moment, Alastor was neither.
The shadow needed to change that, and to accomplish such a monumental task, they would need help.
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“I would love to be yours, Vox.”
Vox couldn’t stop himself. He pumped his fist with a silent “yes!” He was ready to walk over and lift Alastor’s thin body into his arms and carry him to the bedroom, dinner forgotten. Just as he was about to get up, he heard the worst word Alastor could possibly utter at that moment.
“However.”
Vox blinked. “However?” His brow furrowed. “What do you mean ‘however’?”
Alastor’s smile seemed more forced than usual, but otherwise his expression was schooled into a more nonplussed look. “It’s not that easy, Vox. You see, I sold my soul many years ago, and now we need permission from my master, Lucifer Morningstar, if I want to be with you.”
Vox blinked. “Huh?”
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What if… Alastor accepted Vox’s deal.
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Vox just wants to come home to his husband, who has cooked him a nice dinner that may or may not contain sinner meat. Lots of Vee trio silliness plus domestic Radiostatic fluff.
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Vincent values order, discipline, and control. Alastor is chaos wrapped in a smile.
When Alastor allows someone else to touch what Vincent already considers his, the fragile balance between them snaps.
A one-shot about jealousy, possession, and the dangerous language they understand better than love.
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Vincent gets invited to a speakeasy after work, meets Alastor performing and falls head over heels from then on.
FEEDER FETISH FIC SO DONT LIKE DONT READDD!!
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- Part 3 of Radiostatic/Murdermedia <3
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Vox is a Media Overlord; he’s supposed to be sleek, electric, and unstoppable. But lately, his frame has softened, and his lungs haven't quite kept pace. When his stamina fails him during a heated moment with Alastor. Vox is left feeling insecure about his body and deeply mortified that he’s too winded to keep up.
Alastor, however, has always been a fan of the finer things. Rather than mock him, Alastor decides to take matters into his own hands—literally.
He’s more than happy to pin Vox to the silk sheets and show him that a plush body is, indeed, a fun body.
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Alastor and Vox had slowly formed quite the friendship over the decades. Quality company was rare these days, and despite his initial standoffishness, Alastor actually now looked forward to the picture-box’s company. Not that he’d ever tell him that.
Vox, for his part, was head over heels in love with the untouchable Radio Demon. No one needed to tell him that telling Alastor was a terrible idea, so on his end, he swore to never tell him that.
They drink, they laugh, they enjoy each other’s company. Vox didn’t know what made him do it, he knew it was a bad idea. Maybe it was the uncharacteristic softness of Alastor’s expression. Maybe it was the way his ears, usually held proudly upright, drooped to either side in his drunkenness. Maybe it was the unfairly musical sound of Alastor’s laugh, at something Vox said, that made the storm in his chest absolutely churn. Maybe it was all of those things, but in a moment of hazy judgment, freer hands, and Alastor’s scent tickling his senses, Vox kisses him.
Alastor, to both of their shock, doesn’t… hate it.
He begins to learn a lot about himself.
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Overlord Vox, established member (read: leader) of the Vees, is kind of obsessed with this guy that's been catching a lot of media attention up top! What can he say? He really appreciates an artist! But when he finds out that his favorite true crime podcaster has been knocked off the mortal coil, the irony is just too much!
He knows what they say about meeting your heroes, but…simping for serial killers, it’s not like the guy ended up in heaven, so what’s truly stopping Vox from rolling out the red carpet and giving a warm welcome to the one newcomer to hell that really deserves it?
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Vox falls into a deal where Alastor’s soul is on the table. It’s more than he could ever have asked for. It's fun at first. Vox can make Alastor do anything he wants. But nothing seems to be working out the way he expected. Alastor can’t ever make things easy, and Vox doesn’t know what he wants anymore.
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Vincent is insecure about all the weight he's put on... and Alastor helps him feel not so insecure with a lil feeding sesh :)
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