#i don’t even mean this in a radiostatic way

[alastorssluttywaist]

has anyone else noticed that his computer screens are red and blue? reminds me of alastor and vox

[bigfatbimbo]

URHRHR MAYBE SOMETHING WITH RIVAL LUTE REALIZING SHES IN LOVE W READER BC SHE KEEPS THINKING ABOUT READER, LIKE EVEN IN HEAVEN?? like reader lives in her mind RENT FREE, even when it isn't even extermination day.

and if u want to make it smutty, maybe something about lute masturbating to the thought of reader and only being able to cum from thinking about reader bc reader is the only one she wants.... 😇

cause in the night I know you burn with feelings —

warnings — weird angsty masturbation, afab reader implied, actually this whole thing is sapphic coded, enemies to lovers, emphasis on enemies

a/n — One-sided radiostatic, who? You and Lute do it better.

summary — While waiting for the next extermination day, Lute gets off at the thought of seeing her sinner rival once again.

DISCLAIMER!!! This is going with my rival!Lute au involving a sinner reader. Basically, if you didn’t read any of the other ones (you don’t need to) there’s basically just a battle dealing of sexual tension every extermination day.

It’s not often Lute gives into temptation. It’s not like she can’t. I mean, the act itself isn’t inherently a sin, so she could any time. But she doesn’t and there’s a simple reason for that.

Tonight specifically, she’s feeling particularly needy. However, she recalls what happened the last time she touched herself. Well, what she was thinking of, more like. But it had worked, hadn’t it? They were just thoughts, it’s not like she was committing a crime.

Breathing a sigh, her hand creeps between her thighs and tugs her panties to the side. She was going to relieve herself, but she wouldn’t let her mind wonder to thoughts of you.

One finger in. You, a sinner from hell who’s incomprehensibly skilled at fighting. You, who drives her mad with anger each extermination day. I mean, she just could never best you. Two fingers. You with your muscular build, and your gracefully purposeful movements. Not to mention your skills in handling a weapon.

Three fingers. And the way your body glistened, slick with sweat in the heat of battle. The way you press up against Lute before delivering a terrible blow.

Four. Your smirk when realizing how well you’re keeping up with an angel, and how it grows into a sinister grin at the look on Lutes face.

And all of a sudden, Lutes struggling to keep up, to block your blows when paired with your flirtatious comments. And then you trip her up and she falls flat on her ass, gazing up at you and your shit eating grin.

Her fingers move faster and her breath gets heavy. Oh, what she would give to wipe that smug smile off your perfect face. What she would give to make you pay for it.

To trip you up. To make you feel like this. Lute let’s out little winces of pleasure as she fucks into herself with her pussy. Yet, her anger rises. You, a pitiful demon, was the reason she was getting off. That’s blasphemous, and vile. But it wasn’t her fault.

Just like it was her fault when whines escaped her throat at the thought of you getting off to her like this. Do you? If your comments were true during battle, improbable but possible, then for all Lute knew, you could be sitting in hell with your legs spread… playing with your pussy as sweat pricks your forehead.

She moans loudly, too loudly. God, she hated you. She hated you so much she’d give anything to beat you into the ground, or into the mattress. To have you begging for mercy, god, what would she give?

Or fuck, even the other way around would work. You were a vile, sinful, hateful little creature, and yet, as her climax drew nearer, it was harder to deny how much she needed you. Every insult, every meaningless attempt to come onto her, every god forsaken smile of victory when another extermination day passes without your defeat, lead Lute to throw her head back into the mattress.

She hated you, she knew that, just as well as you. But, as she released all over her fingers, it was impossible to say she didn’t want you. At least a little bit.

a/n — that song is so my rival!Lute au. Anyways, Lute might be a little real for this.

[justaticklishdeer]

Video Killed The Radio Star (with tickles.)

Dedicated to @aleestor !! (enjoy :> ) Vox notices Alastor seems a bit off and decides to help out in rather unconventional ways.

TW/CW: Tickles (a lil intense,) restraints, a bit of angst at the beginning, fluffy! Somewhat RadioStatic?

Word count: 1.3K!

A certain TV demon was walking down the street. Vox looks around, unimpressed with the flocks of demons murdering each other. He walks up to a meat shop, a certain deer sitting outside it. The demon’s ears pin in mock irritation. ‘Go away,’ Alastor hisses, his grin tightening in annoyance. ‘Hmm, I’d rather not,’ Vox hums, leaning on the table. Alastor leans back, growling. ‘Y’know, I run a rich company. Ya should join me.’ 

‘I am perfectly fine with my radio, Vox,’ Alastor mutters, jumping back as Vox gets closer. ‘Trust us,’ Vox says in a mockingly happy tone. Alastor rolls his eyes, standing up. ‘At least I don’t spend my days in front of a screen. Oh wait, you are the screen.’ 

Vox snorts, ‘oh, the buck finally has a sense of humor!’

Alastor growls back, ‘I’ll show you humor when I devour you in front of your colleagues!’

‘I have a multimillion dollar company with some of the best employees imaginable!’ Vox scoffs back. He had noticed Alastor hadn’t gone for a full on physical fight yet. ‘At least I have a ton of fans and followers who do what I say, as well,’ Vox smirks, leaning close to Alastor who scowls at him. ‘At least I have some creativity when it comes to showing off,’ Alastor sneers, his ears pinning in displeasure. ‘You’re only jealous because people prefer a modern overlord rather than an old timey radio host! Just remember, radio is dying out! And people prefer the modern path nowadays!’ Vox snaps back. Alastor stands up, backing away. As he stalked off, ignoring the television, his smile fades, if only for a minute. Vox stops, staring at him with a confused look.  ‘Al, wait, I didn't mean–are you okay?’ Vox asks, starting towards him. Alastor simply dissipates into the shadows without a response. Vox’s only thought running through his mind?…was Alastor okay?

Alastor’s ears flick at the sound of a small zap and a thud. He turns around, his coat off and slung on a chair. His smile wasn’t even there. The deer looks for the source of the sound, casting an unamused look at the heap on the floor. 

‘Vox, why?’ he growls. ‘You–you seemed upset!’ Vox says as he stands up, brushing himself off. Alastor’s smile comes back, though not nearly as genuine as Vox would’ve liked. ‘I am fine,’ Alastor replies simply, walking across his radio tower and sitting down on the floor, staring blankly out one of the tinted windows.

Vox comes up behind him, holding Alastor’s coat. Alastor goes to grab it, but Vox quickly grabs his wrists and ties them together with the sleeves of the coat. ‘What in the hell are you doing?’ Alastor growls, feeling oddly vulnerable with his arms restrained like this…pride be damned, he wasn't letting this prick gain full control. 

Vox ties his restrained arms to a nearby post on the wall. Alastor growls. ‘I can summon–’ ‘You haven't,’ Vox cuts him off with a smug grin. He walks up to Alastor, gently pushing his shirt up to expose Alastor’s belly, his whole body covered in this downy deer-like fur. Vox curiously traces a claw on the deer fur, earning a screech of microphone feedback from the Radio Demon. ‘No fucking way! You’re ticklish! Oh, this just got a whole lot better.’ 

Alastor struggles and pulls on the ties of his coat, clearly trying to escape. Although, he would have melted into the shadows if he hated it that bad… Vox starts to scritch quicker over Alastor’s belly, and he could see the demon shaking. ‘Oh, come on, let it out. You know you need to. Just let me tickle you silly. You clearly need it, otherwise you would’ve melted into your shadows by now. Yeah?’ Vox inquires, fingers sliding near Alastor’s navel, earning a snort. ‘Oh, so this is a bad spot? Hmm? Is it?’ Vox teases, fingers teasing the tickly fur near Alastor’s navel.

Alastor arches his back, head shaking in an odd mix of defiance and giddiness. ‘And remember, Alastor...this is just the beginning. I'll have you begging for mercy each time I touch your ticklish belly. And if you're a good sport about it, I might just find other spots that make you squirm,’ Vox chuckles darkly, switching to the demon’s ribs, earning a muffled whiny giggle. ‘st..st-ahap–!’ Alastor gasps out, shaking his head again, ears flicking. Vox slowly massages his fingers into the skin, over the ribcage underneath. The deer cackles loudly, unable to hold back his mirth. Alastor kicks his feet and shrieks. 

‘Vohohox, stahahap! Stahahap! Thihihis isn’t–snrk!--neheheccasary!’ He snorts as Vox’s claws slide close to his underarms. ‘Oh, perhaps here? Are you a ticklish little buck? C’mon, laugh it out. All of it. I’ll have you–’ Vox pauses in his ministrations as Alastor bleats like a fawn from Vox’s underarm tickling. 

They both stare at each other for a second or two, gaze unwavering. ‘Did you–’ “No!’ Alastor cuts him off quickly, face starting to flush with embarrassment. Out of all the people who were allowed to tickle him–Vox not even on that list, although, he would admit, Vox wasn’t too bad at it–he had to hear that?

‘Do that again,’ Vox chuckles, resuming the rib tickles. Alastor bleats multiple times–pride be damned, he wasn’t admitting to that!--helplessly and giddily. He had craved this for so long, his–

‘Nohohohahaha, DOHOHOHON’T!’ Alastor’s laughter increased in volume, jumping up on octave as Vox traced fingers up and down his ears. ‘I’m barely touching you,’ Vox muses, scritching behind his ears, making Alastor’s laughter wheeze as he drags in a breath and digs his hooves into the floor, arching his back and shaking his head. 

Vox moves back down to Alastor’s belly, playing with the soft fur. ‘You know, I never took you to be the sofie kinda type. You always act so stuck up and shit, y’know?’ ‘ShuhuhuHUHUT uhuhuHUP!’ he shrieks, snorting and bleating as Vox’s claws dig into his hips. ‘Aw, who’s a pretty tickle baby? Hmm? Is it you? I mean, look at you! Your tail is wagging, you haven’t tried to murder me, and you haven’t melted into the shadows yet! Perhaps you…enjoy this?’

‘If I dihihid–snrk!--wohohuld you shuhut uhup and lehehet me enjohohoy it?!’ Alastor shrieks, static invading his voice fully before he breaks out into true, genuine laughter. No radio filter at all. Vox smiled, teasing, ‘Oh, there’s that voice! Ticklish little fawn, just a helpless deer in the headlights!’ 

‘Stahahap beheheeing an ahahass–eeeeeahaaha!’ he squeals as Vox sits on his shins, facing his hooves. ‘No. Nohoho, plehehease–!’ His laughter goes silent almost instantly as Vox emits small shocks from his claws – not enough to hurt the deer, oh no. Just enough to make Alastor practically scream with pure ticklishness as the claws drag up and down his hooves.

Alastor drags in a breath and bleats loudly through laughter, much to his embarrassment. Vox stands up after a moment, moving back to Alastor’s head, scratching his ears. ‘Okahahha–EEEEAHA! I’m hahaha–hahahappy! Ehehehaha stahhahap!’ Vox slows down the tickles, making Alastor giggle frantically as he tugs on the restraints desperately. Vox reaches down and scratches claws up and down Alastor’s ribcage, the other teasing at his underarm. Alastor gives in fully, slumping as he lets the laughter consume him, filling the room with ease. 

Vox backs off after a couple more minutes, untying him. Alastor rubs his wrists a little, and Vox watches with a fond smile. ‘Are you alright now?’ he asks, coming close to pat Alastor’s shoulder. Alastor’s smile was genuine and happy as he nodded. Surprisingly not shoving Vox away. ‘Thank you…for that. I needed it.’ 

‘What was wrong anyway?’ Vox asks, grabbing Alastor’s coat for him. ‘Oh, nothing important. Just…lost in thoughts, I suppose,’ Alastor hums as he throws his coat back on, pretending his deer tail isn't wagging still. He sighs, looking up at Vox. ‘You should go, before someone wonders where you are.’ 

‘Oh, Right,’ Vox says, and smiles at Alastor before he teleports out of the room with a small zap! 

Alastor sits in his broadcasting chair, looking out the window. Perhaps I should antagonize Vox more often.

[liulith]

Why Vox’ one-sided psychosexual obsession with Alastor is PERFECT for a #radiostatic QPR

This fanwork is an edited version of a comment I wrote for a fic from the 666: Live on Air! Series by @prince-liest You don’t need to know the fic to understand it, though! Just keep in mind that those are headcanons based on a hypothetical established relationship between Alastor and Vox, in which Vox’s obsession for Alastor has changed flavors from hatred to love, and Alastor doesn’t return his feelings but finds his pathetic obsession entertaining, flattering and somewhat cute. (Also, this doesn’t address the past friendship (?) between them that is being hinted at by the photo in S1 finale, since we have zero context for that at the moment)

Why Vox is Like That

My headcanon is that Vox has always been the type to strive for power and recognition, always reaching for the top of the heap. The problem is that he’s too good at it.

Once he gets into whatever position of power he wanted, he gets bored because what he truly likes is fighting his way to the top. Whatever comes after can be enjoyable but it never compares to the “fight” itself – and thus Vox is always left unsatisfied, setting new goals to become even more powerful because *surely*, that’s what will finally bring him the sense of fulfillment he wants.

(We can kinda see it in his introduction. The man looks bored to tears before Alastor waltzes back into his life and turns him into a manic mess! Here’s a tumblr post about it)

This is precisely why I think Hell gave Vox hypnosis powers: the same reason it gave Alastor the body of a prey animal. It’s torture! With those powers, Vox can get almost anything he wants and he hates it. On Earth, people were a challenge; not everyone can be bought, and he had to rely on his skills.

Sure, he still has those skills in Hell; but in Hell, where every sinner is a potential enemy and the exorcists come down once a year, power is key to his survival and he has to take any victory he can get; meaning, he’ll never be able to *not* use his hypnosis powers, not as long as he wants to survive, even if that makes the fight to the top lose its appeal.

[Insert non-existent tangent on how Val not being affected by the hypnosis – because he’s half blind – is a key factor in Vox’ attraction to him]

Why Vox can’t NOT be obsessed with Alastor:

Alastor is powerful enough to resist his mind-control powers. Alastor can’t be swayed by Vox’ influence, his connections, his power, his money. In short, he’s a challenge. Vox needs to earn his attention, needs to work for it.

Thankfully for him, there *is* something Alastor is interested in: his genuine, unguarded, desperate self: the one that has a full manic episode/mental breakdown when he learns Alastor is back in town. The side of him he always hides under layers and layers of confidence, bravado and corporate talk!

And, deep down, that desperate side of him is exactly why he strives for power so hard in the first place. This man is full of insecurities and he NEEDS to be the biggest fish (shark) in the tank.

This means that Alastor is the embodiment of his deepest fears! He sees through all his bullshit, makes him lose all his composure, and is able to destroy him in EVERY WAY that matters. And yet, he doesn’t. Because, he tolerates (likes) him (in the context of this AU) just as he is, patheticness and all :3  I think there’s something very liberating about that.

Plus, Vox is a simp. He’s a manic sado-masochist who gets off on seeing Alastor humiliated and being humiliated himself, he wants Alastor helpless under his claws, wants Alastor to step on him and tear his heart out if that’s the only way Alastor would touch him, wants to have a cutesy dance-off with and make him laugh until his face hurts.

Oh Vox, we’re really in it now

He’s obsessed with Alastor and wants him in any way he can have him – and I think he’d be ready to give himself over to Alastor in any way Alastor wants to have him as well, because as long as it means Alastor wants something *from him*, it’s worth it. Even if it destroys him.

So, in a context where he has experienced Alastor being on friendly terms with him, where Alastor he has seen Alastor’s genuinely smiling at him and handing him the smallest crumb of affection, there’s just no turning back. Yes, he *could* still get off on seeing Alastor hurt because he’s deranged like that, but he doesn’t want it anymore.

or, well. the vicious, demonic part of him does still want to hurt him, but not exactly for the same reasons as before. It’s more of his caged beast of a heart wanting to make its predator pay for ruining it, in a desperate attempt to reduce his pain (at Alastor’s perceived “indifference”), to force Alastor to SEE him (not that he can. Lol).

BUT! he doesn’t need to do that now! Not when there is so much he would have to give up! So many other emotions, reactions he can get out of Alastor, knowing that HE did that!! To Alastor!! Him!! He cares so, so much. He’s the biggest shark in the tank but Alastor is the water around him. I suck at metaphors.

FML: Alastor edition

Hell turned Alastor into a prey animal because he has always felt like one. I think that at his core, he’s never going to get rid of his instinctual mistrust of others and fear of having any exposed vulnerability turned against him, because it’s part of a defense mechanism he developed since childhood.

He grew in Louisiana as a mixed-race* boy (*it's a bit more complicated than that since "Louisiana Creole" is not a racial designation but let's say Alastor is 100% mixed-race with a POC mom in this context), in an era of widespread lynching and racial segregation, at a time where millions of Black Americans migrated to the North because of the horrible socio-economic conditions of the South. Hell, he was alive during the great Mississippi flood of 1927 – the most destructive river flood of the entire history of the US – and he SAW the government refuse to prioritize the safety of the POC who were 75% of the population (literally; “The refugee camps also dealt with extreme racial inequality, as supplies and means of evacuation after flooding were given strictly to white citizens, with Blacks receiving only leftovers. African Americans also did not receive supplies without providing the name of their white employer or voucher from a white person. In order to fully exploit black labor, Blacks were frequently forced to work against their will, and were not permitted to leave the camps.”)

We don’t know if he was white-passing or visibly mixed, or if his white dad was in the picture, but since he only mentions his mother in canon I’m gonna run with the idea that she raised him alone. He seems to have had a positive relationship with her, which may have impacted his relationships with women in general. However, as a Creole woman, his mom couldn’t guarantee his safety in a society that was rigged against her.

So, he grew up learning the world was out to get him, that no one had his back, and that *performance* was key to his continued safety and survival. By performance, I mean learning how to act around white people to appear non-threatening/avoid being reduced to his ancestry/manage to “pass” well enough. But passing too well would also exclude him from his own community, as mixed people often are.

He also learned that despite his best efforts, no matter how competent he could become, some things would always be unfairly inaccessible to him for reasons outside of his control, and he couldn’t stand for it. The quiet rage, the humiliation, he took out on people by becoming a serial killer: permanently excluding “unworthy” people from society, and consuming them to assert his absolute dominance over them.

FML: Alastor edition. Why he would like Vox:

As the Radio Demon, Alastor has more power than he ever craved in his human life. He’s also vulnerable to the exorcists (Adam), to higher demonic powers (Lucifer, etc.) and was put on a leash by a mysterious character (Lilith? Eve? Roo?).

He’s more desperate for control than ever. It’s not that hard in his daily life, since most people (besides Husk and..? idk) don’t know he made a deal, and he can act like his usual confident self. However, it’s a control that is not unconditional, never absolute nor freely given.

And Vox? He’s hopelessly devoted to Alastor. Alastor has the upper hand on him in terms of raw power, but he also has the absolute psychological and emotional upper hand here. Vox is putting his heart and everything he has on the line in a way Alastor would never do in his worst nightmares. Vox is probably the only person who ever *let* Alastor have this much power over them, and Alastor loves to see it.

This, in turn, makes Alastor more willing to show his more vulnerable side, in a way he would never do if he were also in love with Vox imo. Because Vox is “only Vox” to him, and losing Vox wouldn’t destroy him the way it would if he returned Vox’ feelings, he’s paradoxically more likely to get closer to him. Being in love with Vox would make him too vulnerable and I honestly think that if he became that desperately attached, he would kill him in a fit of panicked narcissistic self-preservatory rage, to prove he’s stronger than this. He’d be too scared to have his feelings taken advantage of, and his brained is wired to kill anything that gets in his way.

Having Vox as a friend, however, is just perfect for him! Just the right amount of closeness and connection that enables him to give him his trust, without fearing he’s being blinded by feelings outside of his control. And knowing that Vox wants him *that* desperately but accepts Alastor’s inability and unwillingness to return this love, and is content to be given anything Alastor allows… Well, that’s heartwarming in its own right, isn’t it?

And THIS is why RadioStatic as a qpr/fucked up friendship with benefits has so much potential, to me! <3

[s-creations]

Comes in Waves - 'Date Night'

Entries for the 2024 RadioStatic Week.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audience Relationship: Alastor/Vox Additional Tags: Cursing, Angst, Fluff and Angst, I'll try and write a good mix of both happy and sad, They're both idiots when it comes to love.

It was always a gamble to visit establishments so out in the open when you're an Overlord. Even if you do have the power, that doesn’t mean you want your evening ruined by lesser demons having the audacity to ‘challenge you’. And on those nights, there never seems to be an end to those demons. It was an aggravating issue, whenever Overlords wanted a night on the town. 

Which is why Vox selected a bar near his tower and one that had rooms in the back to hide away in. Solitude with an easy route to his place. The perfect match. 

The Media Overlord had become a bit stir crazy being in his tower for days on end. But that was more often than not the norm for him anymore. Demons wanted bigger, better items. And they wanted them here yesterday. So Vox was always trying to find ways to push the envelope, to improve upon what he’s just created. Gluttony was a Hell of a sin, for sure. 

The partition hiding his table was parted slightly. Vox raised his brow to the Imp server who’d been waiting on him for the past few hours. 

“Yes?” 

“Sorry to bother you sir,” the Imp said quickly to avoid the Overlord’s wrath, “But there’s someone who wishes to share your table.”

“Did you tell them to fuck off?”

“In so many words, yes.”

“And they’re still asking?”

“Yes sir. They also said that…um…”

Vox frowned as the Imp fell quiet. “Spit it out.”

“The buck is looking for some entertainment?”

Well, he took a drink at the wrong time. Vox slammed the glass down so hard, he was surprised it didn’t break in his grip. He took a few deep breaths before spitting out, “Bring him and the entire bottle of whatever the Hell I’m drinking.”

“Y-Yes sir.” The Imp scampered off. Leaving Vox to fester over what the hell was currently happening. 

The partition parted once more. The Imp placed the bottle of whiskey on the table before stepping aside and allowing Alastor to slide into the other side of the booth. 

“Would you care for anything sir?” The Imp asked Alastor. 

“Tea, if you would. And the leg from some sinner, I don’t care which.” Was the quick reply. 

The server looked a little pale with the last request, but eventually squeaked out, “Yes sir.”

They darted away. 

Vox poured himself another glass and stared at it, glaring as if it was somehow at fault for this. 

“I hope you’ve had something to eat before downing all of that. It can’t be good for you.”

“Fuck off, Alastor.” Vox hissed out.

“Temper, temper,” Alastor’s smile tightened, “Is that anyway to treat an old friend.”

“I said, fuck off. What are you even doing here? You don’t seem like someone who would enjoy a place like this.” 

“Trust me, I’d rather not be here. But I just so happened to see you were in the neighborhood and decided to drop by to say hello.”

Vox finally looked up to the Radio Demon, confusion clearly written on his screen. “I’m sorry, what? None of that last part made any sense. How did you see me and when have you ever just wanted to say ‘hello’? And of course I’m ‘in the neighborhood’, my tower’s here!”

“I am unpredictable.” 

“That’s putting it mildly.” Vox muttered before downing his next glass.

“Goodness, you’re not slowing down, are you. What has you so distraught?” Alastor’s smile seemed to widen as Vox started him down. 

The Media Overlord wasn’t able to offer a response before the Imp returned. Her tray laden with the items Alastor had requested. Vox doing his best to not look at the amputated leg that had been placed on a platter. It smelled fresh.

“Ah, wonderful work, I thank you for your quick timing.” Alastor praised before shooing the Imp away. Who looked more than happy to depart from that table. 

“You didn’t answer my question Alastor.” Vox growled out, attempting to steer the conversation back so he could figure out what the Radio Demon wanted.

“Yes I did, you just weren’t listening,” Alastor coolly shot back, “That’s what happens when you allow your mind to be wrapped around your frivolous technology.” 

“Fine, then I’ll just state that your answer was stupid and made no sense. Give me a better one.”

Fork halfway to his mouth, Alastor huffed and glared at the other demon. “Last I checked, I did not have to explain myself to anyone. Least of all you.”

“I feel that I deserve something or a reasonable explanation when you basically interject yourself into my life without my consent.”

“First, I didn’t realize I was crashing a pity party of one this evening.”

“You fucking-”

“Second, I did ask for consent. I had my message passed to you and you agreed to let me join you.” 

Vox felt himself heat up at Alastor’s smug face. Fine, fair, he was truthful on that front. That didn’t mean Vox liked it. But that also meant that he wasn’t going to fight for it. He instead turned back to his drink. Forgoing the glass and instead took giant gulps from the bottle directly. Alastor seemed to decide on not discussing further either as he focused on his meal and brewing tea.

“...Do you know what today is?” Vox suddenly asked.

The Radio Demon looked up from his plate, “Wednesday.”

“No, you fucking- the date, asshole. The date.” 

There was a pause before Alastor sighed and placed his utensils down. “It’s the 16th.”

“When we went on our first date…”

“Yes, I remember that.” 

Silence.

“Is that why you were in the neighborhood?” Vox asked, his voice barely a whisper. But Alastor heard him nonetheless. 

“Yes.” Even if the Radio Demon couldn’t frown, his sorrow was still easily heard. 

“...I’m still mad at you.”

“For the break up?”

“That and for you disappearing on me for 7 years,” Vox took another heavy swig, “I mean, you just… No one could find you and it was right after we- after you decided that this wasn’t working for some reason. Do you know that I was in turmoil for that entire time? I thought I had done something so wrong that you’d rather never be seen again then have the chance of running into me. Then you just pop back up as if nothing happened! You with your smug face and…and perfect voice.”

Okay, maybe he was drinking this a little too fast.

Vox tensed slightly as a hand was gently placed over his. Looking up to find Alastor leaning close. 

“I do think…that our separation was…needed… But I did not take it well either.” 

“Then why did we?”

Alastor suddenly looked unco. “An unforeseen situation that…you shouldn’t have to be a part of.”

“That…sounds worrying,” Vox frowned, “Are you in danger? Are you hurt? Did…something bad happen?”

Alastor’s smile went very thin, the Overlord casting his eyes away and Vox panicked feeling that the other was slipping again.

“Okay, I won’t ask anymore. Sorry…”

“...You have nothing to apologize for.” Alastor shifts his hand so that it could easily wrap around Vox’s. “I have missed this.

“Me too…”

“But, I suppose too much damage has been done for anything to be corrected.”

Vox frowned at that, leaning back into his chair but not letting go of Alastor’s hand. “I don’t know. I mean…the other Vee’s would not take this so well… But that doesn’t mean I don’t want this. It’s just…a lot to take in right now. Maybe we can have another conversation about this when I’m not possibly drunk and it’s on more neutral terms.”

“Darling, you are absolutely drunk,” Alastor laughed, “But that’s not unreasonable thinking.” 

Vox smiled, “I haven’t heard that nickname in awhile.”

“I haven’t used it for a while…” 

There was a sudden shift. Vox blinked a few times before his mind caught up to the fact that Alastor had moved himself to sit right next to the Media Overlord. The other seemed unbothered, instead focusing on eating his meal once more.

“You could warn me next time.” Vox laughed softly.

“But then I would get to see that look of surprise that I’m so fond of seeing.” 

“You’re such an ass.” 

Alastor didn’t put up a fight as Vox leaned against him, laughter dying down slightly as he relaxed. Still using the Radio Demon as support. Not that he was that bothered by it. 

“Suppose I am… But I have a feeling you don’t mind.”

“...No… I don’t.”

[hellsbroadcaster]

I should be sleeping I have to be up in an hour but radiostatic going brrr brrr in my brain

Cuz I still don’t like the assumption people have it only being one persons fault. I think they both played a role in the way things turned out.

But when I look at Vox’s anger. His hate for Alastor that is something that comes from being seriously hurt and betrayed. And maybe it’s my own experiences too that I see it, because yeah, ppl have hurt me deep enough for me to wish for their downfall.

Especially when you see them prancing around like they haven’t done a thing wrong. That shit pisses you off.

And the thing about Vox is he is so overly expressive about his hate meaning to me how much he is not over it. People that continue to dwell on something like that build up a lot of bitterness, a lot of resentment and because he hasn’t properly dealt with it, it’s why he’s so vocal. His actual feelings are eating him upside. He’s scared as shit to see Alastor back.

That little tidbit of Alastor saying ‘he asked me to join his team I said no and now he’s pissy that’s the tea’

The fact that Alastor even said it, and it had Vox standing front of the radio trying to hide it even tho it’s a radio there’s nothing to block it’s for your ears 😭 just has me questioning NDNSKSKS

Notice how Vox’s part is all slander, it’s all assumptions, it’s literally him just trying to taint Alastor’s image. ALASTOR is the one that actually came in with a real tea drop. And that’s when Vox starts getting so mad he starts malfunctioning. Alastor hit a very soft spot and he did it on purpose.

Wouldn’t it be funny that their beef is really just because of how badly they actually wanna be friends but they can’t be of their own issues?

They had to have worked together for some time. Shipping aside, Alastor to me just seems very self orientated. He is out here for himself, everything he does has an angle. He is not here at the hotel simply to help if he wasn’t getting something out of it.

I don’t care what you say he has an alternative motive. And I think that’s what makes it sadder because he probably does end up caring even if it’s just a little.

Hell, his relationships and bonds he makes at the hotel might even be an insight to how things went with Vox.

Because he is very much an avoidant attached person. The moment things get a little too close for comfort, or it interferes with his plans, if it makes him question himself even a little he’s going to ruin it. To maintain what he’s been trying to do since he got to Hell. Being the most powerful, cause chaos. Bonds? Connections? Love? Those things are liabilities. They become weaknesses to someone like Alastor. I don’t think he’s incapable of them, but I do think he puts them at a distance because of what his goals are and doesn’t want to let them interfere with him reaching them.

I feel like Vox, was something he had to break off because of how close he was getting. I think that’s part of what happened. Because even if Vox was with the Vees, he still wanted Alastor to be apart of it. He still wanted Alastor to be around.

People saying Alastor left because Vox changed. Maybe. It’s def a possibility and a reason for a lot of fallouts between friendships. Like I said, I don’t think one person is to blame there’s a lot of factors to this I am sure of it.

I just think, the complicated and sad stems from it actually being kind of simple but because of the two being as they are it’s what complicates things. Ya know what I mean?

[s-creations]

Fluctuates Chapter 2 - Sharing a Meal

One-Shot entries for the #RadioStatic Week 2024.

Yep, I'm doing this again! I'm going to make sure that I can keep track with uploading this time. Also, I will be sticking with the Fluff path, because I need more Fluff with these two.

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Rating: Teen and Up Audiences Relationships: Alastor/Vox (RadioStatic) Warnings/Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Lots of Fluff because I want it, Rosie will be in this, Probably other characters not sure at the moment.

Roise was not used to having visitors in her small section of Hell. None cannibal types gave a wide berth to the town knowing that they’d be high on the list of being the next meal. Even those who were cannibals weren’t known for being the social type. They tended to keep to themselves so there wouldn’t need to be a share of their hunting spoils. 

The bottom line to reach here is the fact that visitors are not a common situation. More so, surprised visitors. Alastor was the only person outside of the commune that would purposefully appear here. But he also announced his arrival before actually appearing.

So, when Rosie had been informed that someone was there to see them and that it was not Alastor, her curiosity was high. Moving as quickly as she could to her front parlor. 

There was a moment of stunned realization upon seeing Vox. Sitting on the plush velvet red loveseat as he attempted to make himself look relaxed. But unable to hide how unease he felt about being here. 

Straightening out her dress and hat, Rosie walked forward with open arms and a joyous cry of, “Vox! What a wonderful surprise!”

The newly appointed Overlord couldn’t hold back the twitch of built up nervousness being released from Rosie’s arrival. Vox stood quickly to greet Rosie properly with a smile that she knew Alastor had trained him to make. “Hello Rosie, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?”

“Nothing that can’t be put off until later. Between you and me, the less paperwork I have to worry about, the happier I am. You’ll be a wonderful distraction!” Rosie laughed while placing a hand on the other’s shoulder. “But enough about me, what are you doing here? I’m assuming it’s something Alastor related?”

“Ah, I hope I’m not that obvious.” 

“Honey, let me be frank. We have nothing in common when it comes to being Overlords. Even if I could help, my tactic wouldn’t work for your building empire. The only point of connection that’s strong enough to bring you here would be Alastor. So, I’m going to assume this is an Alastor related meeting.”

Vox’s shoulders dropped a little. “I mean…yeah.” 

“I knew it! So tell me what’s on that mind of yours?” 

“I was able to make a huge deal for my company that was only created because of Alastor’s connections. I want to celebrate and thank him for what he’s done, and I figured the way to do that would be to make a home cooked meal. Together.”

“Oh, that’s so charming, I love it! I’m confused as to where the problem lies?”

“Because I want to cook a portion that’s specifically sinner meat, because I know Alastor loves it. But I don’t know how to cook! Let alone cook sinner’s meat. Since you’re the only other cannibal that I feel the most comfortable with…and I have less of a chance of being eaten by you, I figured I could ask for help?”

“You bleeding heart. Who says romance is dead in Hell? They clearly haven’t seen you two!” Letting out another laugh, Rosie hooked her arm around one of Vox’s, beaming. “You’ve come to the right place my dear, I’d be more than happy to help. I’ll even let you in on some Alastor secrets. Might prove some use to you.”

“But, let's just focus on getting your cooking skills in check first. We’ll just tackle one thing at a time.” 

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“Now, we’re going to focus on two dishes. Mainly due to that’s all we have time for and they’re Alastor’s favorite. So we’re just going to cut right to the chase.” 

Vox, now finishing the loose knot tying the apron to him, he followed Rosie’s movements as she collected what they needed. Wincing slightly when she slammed down two pieces of meat from the fridge. “Okay, so, what are we making today?” 

“Thigh and breast.”

“He eats breast?”

Rosie raised a brow as she stared the other demon down. “Mind out of that gutter. This is not in the ‘sexy way’.” 

“Oh, right, sorry.” 

“Now, I would recommend that when you’re planning on cooking these, you get them as fresh as you can. Same day would be best.” 

“Do they go bad easily?”

“It depends on the sinner and how far you’re taking it away from the original source. Once that sinner starts to reform, the meat starts to turn. This tends to be the reason why we will just take straight from the bone as soon as we can. It’s a treat when we can cook.”

“So this will be, like, extra special. Right?”

Rosie tilted her head as she thought about it, offering a wide smile after a bit. “Suppose so! Nothing makes a cannibal happier than knowing that someone went out of their way to not only cook for them, but even hunted.” 

Vox perked up a little more at that, eyes wide with interest. “I’ll impress Alastor?”

“You love sick little puppy, you absolutely will. Speaking of, Alastor prefers his meat cooked in a specific way. Only needs a number of spices to allow a nice zing of flavor without pulling away from what the meat already offers.” 

“Do we use different…everything for each piece?”

“The thigh is a tough cut of meat, we can make a rub that helps tenderize while it cooks. Breaks down the tight muscles. The breast is a fattier piece, so all it will need are spices that compliment the flavor it already produces. Now, I would recommend starting with the thigh as it will take the longest.”

“What about temperature?”

“Will be the same for both. Come over here, don’t be shy! If you’re going to learn, you’ll learn by doing and not listening.”

While he wasn’t the biggest fan of eating sinner meat, Vox apparently didn’t have an issue with working with it. He was fully focused on making sure he listened and retained what Rosie was instructing him to do. Brows furrowed in concentration as he tries to do everything as perfectly as possible. Nervously standing by when Rosie decided to taste test his creation. 

Only able to let out a sigh of relief when he received a nod of approval.

“I think you’ll do just fine.” 

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Alastor hummed as he walked into the familiar high end apartment complex. Nodding to the front door security and making his way to the elevator. While traveling up, he took one last look at himself to make sure he was put together in the reflective wall. Ears twitching when the familiar ding sounded. 

His interest perked up when the door opened. Sniffing the air as he took in the familiar scents of species. His eagerness didn’t deter him from acting as a gentleman, making sure to knock before entering the private penthouse. 

Alastor found the small dining table practically dressed to the nines, glassware reflecting the light given off by the three prong candle holder. Vox was in the kitchen, his new outfit protected by an apron (that looked very familiar) as he put on the final touches on the meal he’d been cooking. 

Said demon looked up hearing the door open, beaming as he watched Alastor take it all in. “Right on time, as usual. Hope you’re hungry.”

“Ravenous. But my curiosity is winning over at the moment. Did you cook for me?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?”

“Because we’re celebrating you tonight.” 

“But I wouldn’t be in this position if it wasn’t for you. Let me just spoil you for tonight.” 

Alastor laughed as he approached the kitchen, eyes on the dishes. “I suppose I can allow it… Are these- Did you cook sinner meat?”

“Not only did I cook it, I hunted as well.” Vox stated happily, hands on his hips with a smirk on his face. 

“You hunted. For me?”

“Yep! And, uh, I hope you don’t mind, but I made my own portion. Not interested in trying sinner meat. Maybe later! Just can’t get past that initial-” Vox was cut off when he was gently pulled forward. Screen sparking slightly as Alastor’s lips captured his own in a soft kiss. The Media Overlord let out a small hum as he kissed back. 

He held himself back from following Alastor as the other pulled away. Vox instead licked his lips before his smile returned once more. “I’ll take that as you impressed.”

“That’s a very minimal description of my feelings at the moment. I’ll demonstrate my full appreciation for you later.”

Vox swallowed weakly. “I- Uh- Shall we eat?”

“I love that idea.”