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A collection of fics focusing on Vox and Alastor’s early relationship, starting in the 60s
You can honestly read them as stand-alones, but they are in the same timeline, so do what feels the best :3 also in same universe as my other fics, so feel free to check them out if you like these!
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23 May 2026
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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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19 May 2026
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In Honeysuckle Time (You Said You'd Be Mine) by basilheaps
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
04 May 2026
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“Deal’s not a deal till we shake on it, pal.” the boy extended his hand. “The name’s Alastor.”
Vincent looked him up and down warily, but accepted his hand. He gripped it tightly, and gave it a strong tug, just like his father had taught him. “I’m Vincent.” He deepened his voice just a smidge. 'You can always tell a real man apart from a daisy just from his handshake', his father always said.
Alastor gave a slight giggle in response, seemingly amused by the bizarre greeting. Vincent still wasn’t sure if he was laughing at him or if he just laughed at everything. He found he didn’t care that much either way, now that his initial anger had passed. Alastor had a nice laugh.
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Murdermedia AU: Alastor and Vincent meet as children one fateful summer. For years to come, they will cause immutable impact in each others lives, for better and for worse.
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10 May 2026
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Duality of Man (RadioStatic/MurderMedia/VoxAl) by Wink_Wonk_Wank_Wenk
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
04 Dec 2025
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He’s only ever been a fan of himself, that is, until he meets Alastor.
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- Part 1 of Wink's RadioStatic Fics
- Part 3 of Wink's Best Fics
- Part 1 of Wink's "Of Man" Series
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10 May 2026
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"For what is a man, what has he got? - If not himself, then he has naught - To say the things he truly feels - And not the words of one who kneels - The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way"
Following the finale, the hotel and the Vees decide to forbid the now-free Alastor and the now-subdued Vox from seeing each other after the stunt they’ve pulled, afraid they’d cause more trouble for hell.
But obsessive hatred runs quite deep, and if the two can’t find a way to ruin each other’s lives in hell, they’d risk everything to find another way in another place.
Somewhere out there exists a universe in which Alastor and Vox are as close in every sense as possible. Geographically, temporally, emotionally. An alternative version of Al and Vincent on Earth in the modern times. One day, they begin to get spontaneously possessed by their demon counterparts, whose plan consists of tormenting each other in their bodies.
Their possessions won’t always be timely consistent, leading to a few teeny-tiny... mishaps.