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A Screen with Pretty Lashes by CrazyFantasy_13 for joxmym
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
15 Jul 2026
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Many—most—people fear him, but Vivian doesn’t quite understand where all of the fear comes from. He’s a gentleman! Vivian hasn’t ever met a man quite as respectful as him. She’s heard the stories, of course, both from Alastor and other women that she finds herself gossiping with.
Alastor has no empathy, they say. He will kill anyone that he wants to and will broadcast their screams for days while laughing mercilessly before trapping their soul in his pocket dimension for the rest of eternity. There’s no use trying to befriend an overlord like that. He’s using you. Buttering you up. Waiting for the right moment.
They didn’t see the side of Alastor that Vivian saw, though.
Or: I rewrite Hazbin Hotel but Vox is a girl
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He’d been curious for a while, really, whether it was the head or the body that held Vox’s consciousness. It’s a delightful discovery. And what’s a demon to do after finding out his least favorite overlord is helpless and at the mercy of whomever has him in possession? Leave him in the care of his friends? Absurd.
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Alastor fucks Vox's eye and mouth and opens up a hole in the back of his little TV head and fucks that too.
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23 May 2026
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"And they're not yours," Vox added, gaining a bit of confidence. "They're mine. They're on my body. I have them."
The silence that followed was dense, charged with static. Alastor stared at him for several seconds, his red eyes gleaming in the dimness of the apartment. His ears, which had begun to perk up, flattened against his head again.
"Shut up," Alastor said.
His voice was deep, hoarse, and had a hint of danger that Vox knew well. But it wasn't the danger of a threat. It was the danger of someone about to lose something he considered his.
"They're mine," Alastor continued, and he looked down at Vox's breasts with an intensity that made Vox hold his breath. "They only react to me."
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10 Apr 2026
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“Woah, woah,” Vox says. “Hold your horses. What—”
“This isn’t right.” The shadows around him swirl and turn darker and darker, sharpening into points. His eyes are shining red. “What did you do to me?”
“I didn’t do shit!” Vox sits up and crawls forward—Alastor presses himself back against the wall, ears flattened over his head. The hard turn from predator to scared-looking prey is making Vox’s head swim. “How is it my fault you’re rock hard?”
And he really is, Vox’s hindbrain notes. If anything, he seems to have gotten thicker—Vox can see the outline of him perfectly. Alastor curls in on himself when he notices Vox’s eyes.
“I don’t,” he starts, and then stops. That seems to be the end of the sentence.
“Well, you clearly are," Vox spits, frustrated. “I really don’t get the hassle here. I mean, we’ve been. Uh.” Together is a loaded word, but so is dating. Fraternizing? No, that sounds even more sordid. “Companionable. Right? This isn’t out of the, uh. Range of options.”
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31 Mar 2026
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“Are you a demon?” Vincent asked, eyeing the shadow on the wall with more curiosity than fear.
“I’m your benefactor, my dear,” the voice answered. It laughed, a strange, tinny noise that grated on the ears and gave nothing away. “You’re careless, you’re sloppy, and you need someone to help you. That’s where I come in.”
Vincent wasn’t interested in sharing. And yet, with the handcuffs digging into his wrists and the mountain of evidence threatening the success he’d fought and killed for, the demon’s proposition offered a unique opportunity.
“What do you want in return?” he asked.
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Vincent Whittman is a suspect in several murders when Alastor offers him a deal.
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