Radiostatic Fanfic Rec Pt2
I am BACK and I am the most ecstatic I've been in a LONG time, cause your girl just came back from watching Hazbin Hotel season 2 episode 4!!
Minor spoiler alert for those who haven't
But MY GOD, STATICRADIO FANS, WE FREAKING WON. We won SO HARD, I don't remember experiencing a win with a ship this insane since my south park days with Creek. Anyways! in celebration of this momentous occasion, I have compiled another list of voxal fanfic.
Most of---if not all of these are not rated sexually explicit, so if yall are looking for smut, this aint the list, but there are one or two that do get pretty spicy, but nothing crazy.
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Harlem Sunset Written by: Kyprish_Prophetess
Not rated
Words: 293,453 (Ongoing - Chapters 83/?)
The radio crackled on. Everywhere in Hell, every speaker fizzled with static, before a clear, cheerful voice filtered in.
"Citizens of Hell! You're being graced with a marvelous opportunity! For the next day only, simply shout your song requests into the nearest radio and we will play them! Make sure to get your choices in right away to make sure you live to hear them! After all..."
The crackling deepened, like the roaring of Hellfire and the snapping of bones.
"It isn't everyday this station takes requests."
white noise and devil's bargains Written by: JinxyTwinxyDoo
Rated G
Words: 16,454 (Ongoing - Chapters 3/?)
The radio demon was back, and he was helping Lucifer’s daughter with her tacky hotel. Part of him simply wanted to try and film it for the profits, but part of him merely wanted to watch from the sidelines to see what happened. It was a surprise to see the fight that ensued at the hotel, and he distinctly remembered sneering at what was broadcasted. The night followed with a celebration. Tangled limbs, hushed snarls, and static. He remembered that much from what his memory bank retained. But after that, there was a puff of red smoke and then nothing.
And he woke up.
Echoes of Trust Written by: Obsessed_With_Writing
Rated M
Words: 7,492 (Ongoing - Chapters 2/4)
“You know how to pick a target.” The man commented, humming like he had found a delightful snack.
An alarm blared distantly in the back of Victor’s mind, warring him off from danger, or trying to. Like a predator turned prey, tail between his legs and hackles raised. And yet, he didn’t want to move- or maybe he was still too out of it to get himself to move.
“What?” Victor muttered unintelligently.
“Alastor,” The man answers, leaning in and shoving a hand towards Victor for a shake, “A pleasure, really, a pleasure, Mister…?”
“Vox.”
- A series of events detailing Vox and Alastor's sad and complicated journey of friendship... and maybe more.
Whatever the Reason, You Do it For Me Written by: MothballMilkshake
Rated M
Words: 10,988 (Oneshot)
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.
tell me, do you know what it's like to lose yourself? Written by: thegreatpapaya666
Rated T
Words: 2,244 (Oneshot)
Vox ruins the moment and instantly regrets it.
Stuck with you Written by: PancakeStack
Rated M
Words: 39,536 (Completed - Chapters 6/6)
When Vox gets trapped inside a virtual reality that grants his every desire, Alastor is sent in after him. Forced to play the role of devoted partner, Alastor must figure out how to get them both out of the program while learning how deep Vox's obsession for him goes and how he can use it to his advantage.
some things are not meant to last Written by: cyanidesunday
Rated T
Words: 1,592 (Oneshot)
I’m not going to replace you. I promise.” “You know I don’t trust a promise,” Alastor responds. “I know you don’t,” Vox says, heart panging. He just wants to fix whatever this is. “But I mean it,” he continues.
Vox doesn't remember. Alastor hates to.
cigarettes out the window Written by: cyanidesunday
Rated T
Words: 1,313 (Oneshot)
Vox didn’t give a shit about Alastor, and he still doesn’t. He went to Alastor’s old radio tower just because. He took some of Alastor’s old things so he could gloat over a victory before using them as kindling or spare parts. Not because he misses Alastor. Not because he suddenly feels like the sole survivor of a doomed civilization, left only with smoking ruins and dry monuments.
Alastor's gone, and Vox doesn't know how to file the hole where he once was. But he has Alastor's cigarettes, so there's that.
green with envy Written by: cyanidesunday
Rated T
Words: 1,584 (Oneshot)
Alastor spins her around, letting the fringed hem of her sparkling dress flare around her legs like the spreading wings of a bird. When Alastor pulls her back to him, Mimzy pushes herself flush against him and dips him slightly, teasingly in turn, just enough to earn a few whoops and whistles from the crowd. They both grin and laugh before seamlessly whirling into the next dance. Vox pretends like it doesn’t make his stomach twist.
New Years Eve, 1983. Vox goes out to a 1920s party with Alastor and Mimzy, only to grow increasingly jealous.
A Sunken Ship Sailing Written by: MallowtonMouse
Rated G
Words: 18,944 (Completed - Chapters 5/5)
Charlie Morningstar holds a fundraising raffle for the Hazbin Hotel with an extra special Grand Prize- a dazzling date with the Radio Demon! Alastor receives more than he bargained for, however, when Vox strolls into the hotel with a dastardly grin and reel of raffle tickets. It's dinner for two aboard the RMS Titanic’s unsunken corpse!
TW: Forced date, some light unwanted touches Past Tense, Third Person Objective
OK Boomer Written by: Ki_Ken_Tai_Ichi
Rated G
Words: 5,720 (Completed - Chapters 4/4)
A series of ficlets in which a couple of old geezers maneuver through a Hell that changes far too quickly. Watch as two old queers are faced with viral videos, internet challenges, new terminology, and more.
Chapter 1 - Ketchup Challenge Chapter 2 - Smash or Pass Chapter 3 - Orange Peel Challenge Chapter 4 - Gooning
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Set in an alternate universe, wherein Vox never propositioned Alastor, so Alastor never turned him down. Alastor still fucked off for seven years, but he and Vox are on better terms when he returns to Hell.
Falling Through My Mind with the Leaves on the Trees Written by: StarfallSi
Rated T
Words: 4,620 (Oneshot)
“I couldn’t forget you, Al. Not after everything we’ve been through. All those years. You knew me better than anyone. Longer than anyone up top. And I thought I knew you. Sometimes I still wonder… But I didn’t want you vanishing to be the last thing I could remember about you.” Why the fuck couldn’t he shut up? Why was all of this unloading now after years and years of keeping it bottled up, even before Alastor pulled a disappearing act?
There was a pause, and for a moment Vox thought Alastor was going to laugh at him. He was ready to snarl, ready to lash out at even a hint of a giggle…
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OR! Memories fade with time, some more than others, and when Alastor disappeared for years, Vox got tired of losing his. He might have gone a little overboard on that effort, but he was sure it would be worth it.
When Alastor came back, though, Vox decided it was time to set things straight.
Make it a Double Twist of Fate Written by: MothballMilkshake
Rated M
Words: 8,304 (Oneshot)
Alastor did not want to open his eyes – did not want to see the look of revulsion Vox must surely be wearing. He lifted his chin, slightly, nostrils flaring as he scented the air. The familiar smell of his own rooms drifted to him, wood and leather and shoe polish. Absent of the once familiar scent of rot and swampy water, for his bayou had been gone for a long time – but his, nonetheless.
Something in his mind cracked, a whine creeping from his chest as he rolled onto his side to crawl up the bed. To collapse amongst his pillows and hibernate until his wounds had healed, closing himself off from the world for as long as it took for them to forget all of this had ever happened. He would rebuild his shattered psyche – again – and emerge all the more mysterious for his disappearance.
It had worked once before, after all.
Call it however you want Written by: AniseCandy
Rated T
Words: 1,990 (Oneshot)
It was an unspoken tradition that Vox visited Alastor every Thursday. And yet, he already skipped two weeks, excusing himself with this or that, even though he used to drop everything the moment Alastor invited him to... Anything, really. Today he probably wouldn't have shown up either, if Alastor didn't explicitly insist on his presence. Instinctively, he felt that if he allowed Vox to distance himself from him now, at this equally difficult and delicate time, he might never get him back.
Good Mood Written by: Goofberry
Rated T
Words: 1,027 (Oneshot)
Alastor and Vox unwind after a night of drinking.
Tight-Lipped Tricks Written by: HazbinVixen
Rated T
Words: 2,632 (Oneshot)
“What a fucking loser,” Vox gasped out between laughter. “The great and powerful radio demon silenced by a goddamn mediocre witch.”
Alastor seethed as Vox’s words struck his pride. There were few demons who had access to magic, and fewer who practiced spell casting. It had been a fluke that Alastor had bumped into one who did.
“It’s going to be so amazing not having to hear your voice.” Vox shifted closer to Alastor, unnecessarily close. “Please tell me I won’t have to listen to you for at least a year. Oh, wait. You can’t tell me.” His body quaked against Alastor as he laughed.
It would be so easy to stab Vox.
Too easy.
It would be more fun to reduce Vox to a blubbering mess.
With you right here, everything is oh so clear Written by: ThisAlastorwasmadeforradio
Rated G
Words: 1,479 (Oneshot)
Alastor and Vox wake up and find themselves a bit tangled up in each other. They don’t wish to get out.
Types of Drunk Written by: Quoth_the_raven_Nevermore
Rated M
Words: 1,408 (Oneshot)
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed, Vox,” Alastor slurred, pointing an unsteady finger at his glowing screen. For a moment Vox was terrified his cathode-ray skull had betrayed him—flashing a whole vaudeville reel of everything he wanted, every filthy little way he’d force Alastor to moan his name. And then Alastor leaned in and booped his nonexistent nose, fingertip hot against the cold glass. “Here I am, drinking quite heartily all on my own,” Alastor chuckled, “and you, ever the gentleman, keeping yourself sober on my account. How gallant of you.”
or: Alastor and Vox are different types of drunk
am i still on your mind? Written by: Shattterhearts
Rated T
Words: 5,603 (Completed - Chapters 5/5)
Vox laughs, “ Please, you wouldn’t let me take you on a date.”
Alastor pauses. He looks at Vox on the screen. “ I can’t say no to you about everything .”
“ Yes, you can. You make it look easy.”
Alastor smirks, “ Don’t tell me I’ve already broken your persistent spirit, Vox.”
“ Not yet anyway.” Vox bounces on his heels again, “ You’re getting there though.”
Gorgeous Written by: KP100
Rated T
Words: 1,316 (Oneshot)
“Vox-“
“I don’t think that’s coming out, let’s through it in the wash,” he cut him off, seeming to pay him no mind as he pulled back and unbuttoned his jacket, sliding it off and holding it out to Alastor. “Here, until it’s clean again.”
Like Fire and Rain Written by: KP100
Rated G
Words: 1,504 (Oneshot)
The couch cushions dipped beside him as he sat back down, followed by Alastor’s humming along with the music as he sipped the rest of his water down and set the empty cup atop the table. Outside Vox could spot what looked like the beginning of a sunrise, the sky suspiciously less dark and the rain clearing- they really should be getting to bed if that’s the case, he mused. Opening his mouth, a suggestion of Alastor taking the bed on the tip of his tongue, he was rendered speechless when he felt the other man rest his head against his shoulder.
In the last five years that he had been in Hell, had known Alastor, he had noticed a few things. First off, Alastor wasn’t big on touch. Only a select few in his inner circle could touch him with no consequences or reactions, and he prided himself on being one of them. How he had gotten there he wasn’t sure, but he wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Cheek to Cheek Written by: KP100
Rated G
Words: 997 (Oneshot)
Stepping forward he grinned at Vox as he stepped backward in time, soon leading him into an easy dance around the small space. “Dance with me, I want my arm about you."
Test Signal Written by: Tianren
Rated T
Words: 2,721 (Oneshot)
“How about a night cap?” He said out loud, his voice filled with cheer. He opened up his bar table taking out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. “No ice so you’ll have to take it lean.”
“I have absolutely no qualms with taking my whiskey lean, old pal.” The perfectly replicated voice of Alastor called back to Vox.
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On nights where Vox feels especially lonely he enters a private room in his apartment and indulges in past memories. But this night something rather strange happens. Takes place before the events of the show.
Summer Lovin' (happened so fast) Written by: Ki_Ken_Tai_Ichi
Rated T
Words: 8,314 (Completed - Chapters 3/3)
Vox hates the beach. Thoroughly and viscerally. But then he finds someone who doesn't like the beach all that much either.
The Followed Written by: Rustycookies
Rated M
Words: 3,947 (Oneshot)
One night by the fire, Alastor revealed the truth behind his smile. Years later, Vox is still chasing it.
Altair and Vega Written by: Eskerlator
Rated G
Words: 2,247 (Oneshot)
Vox pads quietly down the corridor, pausing by the door to the outside. He frowns for a moment as he thinks he hears a splash from outside, but he glances out of the window and the pool looks empty. Dismissing it, he adjusts his dressing gown and checks his face in the mirror on the wall. There are noticeable bags under his eyes, but why wouldn't there be, at half past midnight?
He pushes the back door open, wandering silently across the patio to one of the seats.
It is then that he notices the person in his pool.
Sugarcoated Written by: Standbacklucy, TheMelancholicJovian
Rated T
Words: 2,199 (Oneshot)
Vox is being driven mad by a radio program that is invading the late night tv time block. He decides to become a heckler as well as a hater in order to ‘save’ Alastor from the creeps and perverts that are out to be entertained at those hours.
Defanged Written by: Pink_Storm
Rated G
Words: Words: 2,231 (Oneshot)
The Radio Demon loses his memories, and Vox doesn’t destroy him like he probably should, now that he has the perfect opportunity to.
now in color [NEW!! SHINY!! HUMAN??] Written by: clever_name_change
Rated T
Words: 2,455 (Oneshot)
“Oh my god.”
Vox had always known Alastor was attractive; he had even partaken in the act of being attracted to him a time or two, but seeing him like this—transient incarnadine burning his newly realized color receptors back into particulate—left him all but stunned (an insect lured in by the saccharine sweetness of a sundew). Images of saints—perfect, patient frescos made impossibly more brilliant by the sun as it shone through stained glass—popped up behind his eyes as they dragged along the ruby spread of Alastor’s shoulders and chest. He had never realized how religious the angles of them could be until now.
“You ought not to say things like that, you know,” Alastor crooned, the rictus stretch of his smile even more captivating now that it had been given color. “It’s sacrilegious.”
or...
Vox sees in color for the first time and waxes poetic about how attracted he is to Alastor (per the norm).
Kiss Me Better Written by: AislinFics (AislinCeivun)
Rated M
Words: 6,449 (Oneshot)
Alastor strategically presses his hand to Vox’s chest, fingers splaying above that madly beating heart, and he leans in—with an expression that hopefully comes across as seductive rather than desperate. “I want you,” he purrs, “to kiss me.” “I—Um. What brought this on?” “Does it matter?” “It matters to me.” Oh, out of all the times for him to be considerate! Alastor wasn’t expecting such hesitation; frankly, he thought Vox would jump at the slightest indication of permission. Why does he have to rein in his greedy, grabby little hands now? “This isn’t one of those times when I’m indulging you,” Alastor says after a pause. “You are to indulge me—without questioning what I get out of it. This is not a lead up to anything sexual, and you are not to get off. I just want you to kiss me until my lips are bruised and my jaw is sore and my tongue is numb. Can you manage that?”
Alastor is coming apart at the seams after returning from a summons from Lilith. He decides to try purging the taste of her from his mouth with that of Vox’s.
Old Frequency Written by: moemoesuna
Rated: T
Words: 934 (Oneshot)
“Oh, dear Vox.” Alastor laughed, delighted. “You do still care.”
“Don’t-”
“-say it?” Alastor’s smile softened into something dangerous. “But it’s true. You wouldn’t be here otherwise.”
Vox hated how right he was.
Sustained Written by: beneath_oblivion
Rated T
Words: 1,555 (Oneshot)
Alastor decides that Vox needs to learn how to play the piano, so he can better perform his future evil-overlord-victory songs.
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