RadioStatic One Shots
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You Want It Rough, You're Out Of Bounds by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
22 Aug 2024
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“We really must stop meeting this way,” Alastor muttered, quickly casting a suspicious look around the hallway before ducking through the door, knowing Vox was already inside the room by the way his signal buzzed in the air, his own reacting to it with an irritating level of enthusiasm.
“What way?” Vox queried, not getting up from the armchair he was seated in, his legs crossed as he made a few more notes on his phone before tucking the thing away.
“Clandestine midnight meetings in seedy hotels. I shall start to think you consider me as – what's the word? – 'Easy',” Alastor clarified wryly, double checking the door was locked.
Vox tilted his head up, raising a brow at the radio demon.
“Okay – first of all, this hotel is the least seedy place in Pentagram city. Do you know how much it's costing me just to book in here? You pay for discretion, after all,” he shot back, unimpressed. Alastor played his canned laughter in the air, sending a pulse of static over the other man's shoulders that made his screen flicker.
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- Part 1 of RadioStatic One Shots
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The simplest way to explain why Alastor was currently, finally, in Vox's bed – as opposed to one in a very expensive hotel – was to say he'd lost a bet.
The slightly more complicated way to explain it would be to elaborate and admit that the bet hadn't even been one he'd been certain he could win – which wasn't a wager he would normally take.
But something about the fervour in Vox's gaze, the way his eyes glinted with excitement over the prospect of what he might get if he won their little game of 'which Overlord will start shit at today's meeting?' had appealed to him. The offer, the way Vox put it out there as though hoping against hope that Alastor would take it – well.
How could a man say 'no' when the only penalty of losing a bet was 'let me tie you down and worship the fuck out of your body'?
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- Part 2 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Vox was in the middle of a board meeting when an internal alert popped up in his systems. He normally glanced at them for a second, then stored the footage away for later examination.
The footage being whatever bullshit Alastor was up to, usually. And fuck anyone who pointed out that having an alert set up to track the Radio Demon's activities came across a bit stalkerish. He was just being careful, okay?
Today, he glanced at it – and his knee hit the bottom of the table so hard, several mugs of coffee toppled over and spilled their contents onto papers that were probably important. But it didn't fucking matter, because his surveillance system had just caught Alastor ducking into a particularly seedy part of town - where Vox knew he still kept a basement level apartment.
He never used it – unless it was that fucking time.
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- Part 3 of RadioStatic One Shots
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I Want Your Drama (And the Touch of Your Hand) by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
24 Nov 2024
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In some ways, finally being with Alastor after years of 'will they, won't they' was like a dream come true.
Of course, more often than not it was the kind of dream where you thought everything was going great, and just when you were about to get your dick sucked, you suddenly found yourself falling off a hundred story building, while a bunch of smaller Alastor's flew around you, cackling at your imminent demise.
Recently, Alastor had been tiptoeing closer and closer to nightmare territory. If Vox had known that the man would end up being so high maintenance, he – yeah, no, okay. He still would have walked into the situation, eyes open and willing.
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- Part 4 of RadioStatic One Shots
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“Those look rather more like medieval torture devices than instruments of sexual pleasure,” Alastor observed drily, looking over the array of items Vox had procured for his perusal.
Vox paused in the middle of untangling a length of silk rope.
“...Would that make you more or less into it?” Vox shot back, one eyebrow raised, his tone as wry as Alastor's had been. As though having the Radio Demon over at his tower, pawing through various straps, harnesses and machines Alastor couldn't begin to fathom the purpose of was just the sort of thing that happened for him, on a Friday.
As it turned out – it was.
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- Part 5 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Vox had always hated getting her period. She figured the one good thing about having died and gone to Hell would be that at least she wouldn't have to deal with that, but no. Whoever it was – if it was a who – that had given her a television in place of her gorgeous face had decided that periods were just something that she got to keep. A little memento from her living years.
Yippee.
Well – it was Hell. It was supposed to suck. The main problem was they weren't even predictable, once a month visitors. And the worst problem of all was that she was horny as shit on her period, always had been – and who the Hell would be up for fucking her when she was on the rag?
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- Part 6 of RadioStatic One Shots
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This Lunch Break is Gonna Take All Afternoon (And Half the Night) by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
26 Feb 2025
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Vox was pretty certain that ‘max usage: 2 cans daily’ was a guideline, definitely not a hard and fast rule.
Anyway, it wasn’t like it mattered – a heart attack would be inconvenient, sure, but it wasn’t going to be taking him out in a more permanent way.
It would hold things up, though, so he’d probably prefer not to have one.
You know. If he had the option.
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- Part 7 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Friday nights had always been fun – what wasn’t there to like about them? The week was done, you were free from the daily grind for an entire weekend – and in Vox’s case, Fridays usually equated to going out to a bar with his work friends, which meant he was spared the catty comments that would inevitably end up getting shot his way when he spent his time at home.
That was when he was alive, of course.
Being in Hell hadn’t really changed his opinion of Fridays, even though the working week was more of a holdover habit from before sinners got down here – it wasn’t like bars or clubs were only open Friday nights or weekends, or anything like that.
No – the main reason Vox still really liked his Fridays was because he got to go out with Alastor on Fridays.
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- Part 8 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Whatever the Reason, You Do it For Me by MothballMilkshake for eternalscout
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
17 May 2025
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Vox was good at his job. Damn good at it, which was why it was so fucking annoying that his superiors had decided he needed to take a 'mandatory wellness break'. They had their panties all in a twist just because they found out he hadn't taken a vacation day in over two years, spewing some garbage about 'occupational health and safety'.
His winning smile and knowing, 'I won't tell if you don't,' hadn't managed to convince them out of this ridiculous idea, which was how he'd found himself being dropped off by a bus – a bus, him, on a bus! – in the town centre of what might as well be called Bumfuck Nowhere.
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- Part 9 of RadioStatic One Shots
- Part 1 of RadioStatic Hallmark Episodes
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When I Think About You I- by MothballMilkshake for PhoenixArising
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
31 May 2025
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There was no arguing the fact that a lot of people treated an orgasm as something that relaxed them. Something that could throw off the tension of the day as the world went briefly white – and the only thing that seemed important was the sound of your own blood thumping in your veins, your breath hissing in your ears.
Vox certainly appreciated them for that reason – among others.
Alastor also liked them for that reason, though he was the only freak Vox had ever met that seemed to get more satisfaction out of watching somebody else come than actually doing it himself.
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- Part 10 of RadioStatic One Shots
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The Rules Are Made for Bending by MothballMilkshake for Zeentya
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
21 Jul 2025
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Alastor could not be called a selfish lover.
To call him that would imply he had sex for his own satisfaction, which more often than not was not the case. Sex was – to him – something he mainly indulged in because Vox seemed to enjoy it; and Alastor liked it when Vox was enjoying himself. He was rather fond of that foolish picture box, and more than willing to put up with his cherished sticky pastimes.
He, could, perhaps, be called a lazy lover – but was that really such an issue? After all, he was indulging Vox in something rather unproductive; it only made sense to him that Vox did all the work.
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Vox asks Alastor to fuck him. It does not go as planned.
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- Part 11 of RadioStatic One Shots
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It looked like it was about to get a whole lot worse, though, his fans whirring as he took in the words scrawled in neat cursive on the paper. It was a matter of seconds to cross-check his database – but he didn't recognise the handwriting.
YOU CANNOT LEAVE THIS ROOM UNLESS YOU FULFIL ONE TASK;
FUCK
OR
DIE
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Vox wakes up in a room with Alastor, with only one way to get out. With their lives on the line, Vox isn't willing to let Alastor's stubborness get them both killed. Besides, it's just a one time thing.
Right?
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- Part 12 of RadioStatic One Shots
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The Wreck You Hide Behind that Mask by MothballMilkshake
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
06 Nov 2025
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You two should just fuck already.
It was all Alastor could do to keep from bursting into laughter, despite the situation he was in. Not one that looked particularly promising for him, of course, but he'd predicted everything correctly so far. Vox's flush at Valentino's catty little remark, though – that had only confirmed everything he'd already suspected, cemented it in his skull.
If only Valentino knew.
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Post S02E04, not much more I can tell you. Vox is a freaky pervert and Alastor can't ever back down.
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- Part 13 of RadioStatic One Shots
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One of Alastor's lesser known personality quirks? He liked to fidget.
Oh, he'd deny it if anybody said anything about it, would claim he wasn't some unruly schoolboy unable to sit still while the teacher gave her lesson – but it was true. Vox had spent long enough with him to know just how true it was, and it was honestly a little endearing.
Sometimes.
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De Bergerac's secret handjob art inspired me, I really can't say much more than that.
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- Part 14 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Broken From the Start by MothballMilkshake for eternalscout
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
30 Dec 2025
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In the late 1920s, television was a bizarre new medium that only the richest of the rich could afford. The footage was grainy, difficult to watch, and extremely limited. That won't stop Vincent, who sees something in television that speaks to him of a brighter future, a spark that could set his career trajectory on a whole new path.
His first goal?
Recruiting some of the most popular radio personalities to lend their fame to his new project. He's young, ambitious, and absolutely certain that this local radio host from New Orleans will be head over heels for the idea as soon as he hears about it.
There's gonna be a new status quo soon - and Vincent plans to be on top.
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- Part 15 of RadioStatic One Shots
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For the last several decades, there has been one constant in Alastor's life: Vox's obsession with him. Oh, he mocks and teases and humiliates the man for it - he cast Vox aside like a worn out overcoat when he stepped too far over the line - but somewhere deep inside, Alastor needs Vox's attention just as much as Vox needs his approval.
It's a cyclical thing - and when Vox shows up to the hotel, focused on his own goals, Alastor is absolutely certain that the old, pathetic, obsessive Picture Box he once held a fondness for is still in there.
He just needs to draw him out.
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- Part 16 of RadioStatic One Shots
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“Double bass,” Vox murmured into Alastor's ear, static darting over his waist where blue claws gripped him tight. Vox's signal was warm, soothing – but filled with a certain restless energy, his good mood buzzing against Alastor's skin.
Alastor nodded, prepared for the strum of strings when they joined the melody of the band as his steps followed Vox's. He was content to let the other man take the lead – for now. Particularly given the fact that Vox was keeping an eye on things for them, smoothing out Alastor's nerves before they even properly managed to twist themselves into a panic.
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Months after the events that saw Alastor's deal broken, Lilith brought low and his freedom secured, Alastor still has some things to deal with. It was bad enough when he couldn't stand to walk into an elevator - but to be afraid of live music? Something must be done.
Luckily, his clever Picture Box has been thinking up a solution.
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- Part 17 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Vox had always known Alastor would be the type to go for 'cruel and unusual' punishment, and he should have figured that same logic would apply to the concept of revenge. He had tried to wipe the guy off the face of Hell, after all. It was hardly any argument that Vox was fully prepared to murder-suicide his way into that success, because he knew Alastor had never seen the merit in Vox's 'if I can't have you, nobody fucking should' argument.
Oh yes, he'd always known Alastor was a fucking psychopath. It was part of what made Vox's heart beat just that little bit faster, just being close to that level of insanity. Somebody who could not only match, but exceed his freak.
He probably should've said 'had made' his heart beat faster – given... you know. The whole 'head without a body' thing. Except Vox had a body. Or, to be more accurate, Alastor had Vox's body, which brought him around full circle to 'cruel and unusual punishment'.
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- Part 18 of RadioStatic One Shots
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Vox has been trying to get an axe in the door of the adventurer's guild for years, but all the best jobs end up going to adventurers with more experience than him, but he's finally found a job. Eliminate the curse in Castle Carmine.
The only problem? Apparently, the job can't be done alone.
Enter Alastor. An egocentric half-elf here on his own mission, and whether he's seeking money or glory, Vox doesn't care. He's the partner Vox apparently needs for this job, and they're going to have to learn to work together if they want to unravel the mystery of this castle. At the very least, Vox figures the guy will be decent canon fodder if it comes down to it - if he doesn't throttle him for his attitude first.
As it turns out, there are some things you can't go through without at least becoming friends. Just friends, right? And watching your life flash before your eyes as you hang over a pit of spikes with only the hand of your unwilling travelling companion wrapped in the back of your shirt to keep you safe - well, that's one of those things.
Vox is pretty sure his heart's only beating so fast because of the whole nearly dying thing.
Probably.
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- Part 19 of RadioStatic One Shots
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You know, there were worse fates than death.
That was one of the thoughts running through Vox's mind as he fiddled with the lapels of his shirt and redid his tie for the seventh time since he'd put his shoes on to leave. His processors whirred, electronics in the back of his head sparking, as though his demonic form were criticising him for being so cavalier about his own demise.
But what choice did he have when he felt like he was walking to his own funeral?
Come to my apartment later, Vincent. I think it's time we discussed a few things.
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Or: Vox thinks Alastor is about to tear his head off - literally - for being too obvious about his crush. The night does not go as he expected.
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- Part 20 of RadioStatic One Shots