5 Works in Nerd Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)
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A collection of (mostly NSFW) RadioApple drabbles and short fics depicting the many lives of Alastor and Lucifer.
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Another 1930s AU fic from me, who's surprised?
_Getting rid of a body shouldn't be something Vox is so used to, and yet the steps came naturally. There was something different about himself that he was beginning to realize. Shunned briefly, but now, it sat comfortably in the corners of his mind.
The static electricity around them made Vox deeply aware of the new darkness that made itself at home. He was sure Alastor had become familiar with it too. It felt like they shared it -- as if it was one in the same -- linking them together like the red string of soulmates.
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OR : A fic about Vox and Alastor meeting in the 1930s as kids and growing up together in a world not accepting of them. It time skips through some of their childhood as they develop into the Murder Husbands (and their feelings for each other). But in a world where they only have each other, what will happen when they're torn apart?
AKA I'm terrible at writing summaries... the tags might be more helpful. I also don't want to give the angst away yet
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Shortly after the battle against Adam, Lucifer discovers the deal Charlie made with Alastor. He confronts Alastor, but Alastor refuses to remove the deal. Instead, he offers to transfer Charlie's obligations to Lucifer instead. Unwilling to allow Charlie to be trapped in a deal with the Radio Demon, Lucifer agrees, taking on his daughters deal. The favor Alastor wants? Protection. Lucifer figures it will be simple enough, but as Alastor and the king navigate the constraints of the deal, the realm around them falls under threat and they learn that they might just have to work together beyond the ties that bind them. But what neither of them expects is for desire to draw them closer, a desire that carries with it the hope and freedom they've both been craving all along.
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"Need a hand?”
Angel jumped at least three feet in the air, nearly fumbling the bottle, every curse he knew spilling from his lips.
Alastor grinned at him from the edge of the roof where he had perched himself. He had a whiskey in one hand, the other draped over an old radio, which was playing jazz softly.
“Jesus…FUCK. Al, You scared the shit outta me! What are you doin’ up here?”
“Enjoying the breeze and listening to music, of course!”
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Angel Dust and Alastor have a heart to heart on the roof of the Hazbin Hotel
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A pink, effeminate fellow is roped into the business of selling his body at only 19. A toy. Eye candy. That's all he is to his boss, and to himself. While Angel deals with the struggles of his job and body, Alastor deals with his own confusing feelings. All the while they're growing closer and closer by the day, eventually becoming closer than they ever intended.