Tags: Smut, Biting Kink, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Songs, Enemies to Lovers, Based on Season 2 Episode 4
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Summary:
Alastor is Vox's prisoner, both playing a cat and mouse game,
seemingly inevitably dooming themself.
Until something completely shakes the Status Quo.
Vox accidentally seduces Alastor.
Alastor accidentally saves Vox... from himself.
Both involved heavy bickering and making out.
Chapter 1 is out!
C1 - Don't you forget - (You have my Heart!)
Teaser:
However, as much Vox was an asshole, he was also a gentleman, because he immediately leant back to leave him some space to breathe, yet there was a dangerous, aroused sparkle in his eyes.
“Yoōøuū cæan biteè m3êe mœøre…”, he lowered his voice, heavily filled with static and leant closer, “BŪûT I ÆM HUūNGRY TØŒ!”
Alastor almost fainted. Vox’s pupils had become small and a mighty shark tail had materialised behind as he stared at him down like his prey.
If the Radio Demon wasn’t sitting already, his knees would have grown weak. And not just because Vox’s fat ass was cutting off his circulation.
Good old fatback Vox could have NEVER been capable of this. This feral, needy, predatory behaviour. Why did Alastor find it so incredibly attractive and impressive!? And why was he blushing!? Completely speechless and succumbing to his will. He had never known Vox shared the same strange dark obsession as him, aside from the many other things they had in common.
It was a little hard to breathe.
Vox licked his electronic lips and whispered, edging a little closer: “Soooo, will you let me take a bite…?”
Alastor’s throat suddenly went dry, even though he had just drank. It was probably a bad idea, but the mere thought was sending his entire system overdrive. It was unlikely to be something he could share with anyone else… which made it so special.
HERE IS MY SEASON 2 FIX-IT BECAUSE VIVZIE WONT PAY FOR MY EXTENTSIVE THERAPY BILLS
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Lucifer's Lament (3071 words) by TheAdorableShipper
Chapters: 1/1
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It, Vox is mentioned, Post-Season/Series 02, Episode: s02e08 Curtain Call (Hazbin Hotel), Injury, Healing, Fluff, Canon Compliant, Hugs, all the hugs, Tea Parties, Character relationships are open to interpretation, Humor, Lucifer centered, Lucifer Magne | Morningstar Has Mental Health Issues
Summary:
Slight fix-it of the Season 2 Finale.
Alastor and Lucifer NEED A FUCKING BREAK, CHARLIE.
[ Once Emilie could properly stand, Charlie hoisted the Radio Demon up, helping him stand.
"Are you okay, Alastor?"
His arms were bleeding, breathing labored, eyes unfocused. All this time he was protecting them, waiting to strike back. But there was only so much one single man could do against a crazed maniac, a gigantic shark and a huge angelic cannon that had already killed hundreds of sinners.
"Do not mind me. I will stop this once and for all!", his eyes cleared up as determination welled up and overpowered any weakness, fire shining bright.
She had failed to retrieve him, but it was all well because it was the plan. Alastor had never betrayed the hotel, nor had he been a helpless damsel in distress.
"Don't die!"
Yet those words felt meaningless when Vox was ready to blow all of them up for petty revenge.
They felt hollow by the time the Vee's retreated, leaving a malfunctioning cannon ready to blow them up regardless of what they'd do.
This was how it was gonna end... all of them shattered and bloodied, ripped away by a man Alastor once knew.
Yet when she needed him most, he returned. With Rosie by his side.
His staff no longer crooked, clean and collected... singing with full lungs as he joined in saving hell.
As more and more people joined, they succeeded...
And her father climbed out from underneath the wreckage. Bloodied and broken, but alive. Yet he fainted.
By the time Sir Pentious was broadcasting to all of hell Lucifer was standing, albeit dazed in the middle of the crowd, watching it all with tired eyes.
Alastor had been nearly shredded to pieces, yet now he was strutting around like nothing had happened. It was a strange contrast.
Once it was all wrapped up, it was time to head home and recover. Help from Overlords to find survivors and rebuild destroyed regions had already been deployed.
Charlie was shocked that Angel wasn't coming with them, her very first resident and her most promising one. But she had messed up so much with him and put him under so much pressure. Maybe some other time they'd rescue him. Maybe he needed a break from them.
"A-Alastor, are you coming along with us...? Or...," she shyly twirled the rubble away with her foot, "Are you no longer interested now that redemption is possible? ... I wouldn't blame you if you didn't... You got hurt so much because of us and we aren't able to do as much as you..."
Lucifer was staring at him expectantly... probably waiting for him to fuck off.
He tried with a bit of a cheerful tune, yet he sounded a bit hoarse: "Hah! I am staying, don't you worry. SOMEONE needs to protect this place from crazy picture boxes, am I right!?"
Tears gathered in her eyes, making him wonder if he had said something wrong. Her gaze flickered between him and her father.
"I was SO worried about the both of you...", she sniffed through clenched teeth, "Alastor, can I hug you?"
He froze, his shadow inadvertently looking a bit shy.
Then quietly: "I'll allow it."
She hugged them both at the same time, as dusty or bloody as they were, gently holding them.
Her father figures, the lamenting victims and heroes of the tale.
For a moment it looked like Lucifer might pass out, gasping, falling forward, leaning his weight on his daughter, barely able to breathe, eyes wide. Clinging to her like his last lifeline. Alastor sighed and left no comment.
Seemed like they were actually sharing custody now.
No matter how many times Alastor tried to explain, Charlie insisted on checking up on him, while Lucifer was getting patched up by Vaggi right next to them.
His hands were fine, his chest was fine. But she could clearly see the huge scar left from a deep gash. It clearly looked different than the other numerous scars on Alastor. Not like Charlie was brave enough to ask about them. Either of them left her physically sick and she wasn’t even talking about Lucifer.
“Was that… from the Extermination?”
Alastor lifted a brow: “How could you tell?”
Charlie sighed and buttoned up his shirt again.
“It looks fresh in comparison… and I just remembered you were limping the first week. And you just never said anything… And even now. Spying on Vox, making a deal to protect me… nearly dying. And there is barely a scratch on you! Even though I saw you bleeding… I still feel bad though. I just wanted to say I am HAPPY you are safe.”
“Whoa… he did a deal for that!?”, Lucifer commented from the neighboring bed, “OUCH!”
He had turned too quickly and the needle did not go the right way.
“Sir! Please… don’t… squirm.”
Charlie came over to keep him steady, biting her tongue as she saw his injuries.
“Mhhhmm…”, Alastor hummed and put one foot atop another, “I got rid of a couple deals that were greatly limiting me. With my strength regained I could finally take on Vox!”
So many emotions ghosting through Lucifer's head. He was hurt so badly, tired, lightheaded, disoriented, sad.
He had been in such a state when he and Charlie separated and getting kidnapped right after hadn’t done him any favors. While his daughter was fighting everything at once he had gotten himself kidnapped… the same way Alastor did. But in comparison he had been completely useless… again.
Regret. Grief. Disappointment. Shame.
He briefly looked at Alastor, he was smiling at Charlie…
Gratitude.
This was new, very new. And as much as he lamented his position in this spectacle… Alastor had played an important role. And he was too tired for this childish game.
“You did well, Bambi.”
Alastor’s radio laughed… a strangely chilling sound, a chorus of people long bygone.
“Thank you!”, he exuberantly replied.
Charlie beamed and gently cupped her dad’s face: “I am SOOO glad you are okay… Vox has been saying mean things about you and keeping you from me! I am sooo sorry for everything! If we didn’t get in an argument you wouldn’t have even gotten into that trap. I WILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU. I love love love LOOOOVE you dad. You are the BEST dad ever.”
Lucifer chuckled and beamed: “Thank you… for a few short moments… I wondered if the last thing I’ll end up being was a huge disappointment."
Charlie gasped: “NO, NO, NO. I am the disappointment! I didn’t listen to anybody, I did whatever I wanted to. You did nothing wrong! And you are my family. And I will always admire you.”
The man beamed, ignoring the pain from the needle nearly completely.
The only sound that interrupted was suddenly shuffling as Alastor got off the bed.
“Huh? Where are you going?”
“I shouldn’t be interrupting family time, I think…”, he grinned politely.
“Oh, it’s fine!”, Charlie muttered, “Have some food and get some rest! You must be shattered.”
Alastor nodded before dissipating into the shadows. A very tactful retreat.
“Okay dad, listen to me. We are bringing you to your room and preparing a blood transfusion from Vaggi. And bedrest for a week for you! I will bring you food, don’t worry.”
He nodded: “Mhhmm. It’s fine Char-Char. Papa is proud of you!”
That was when the princess started shamelessly bawling.
Charlie did not over-exaggerate on the bedrest. She was checking in on him all the time, making sure he was alright. And if it wasn’t her, it was her girlfriend. All while also showing him affection and gratitude.
And while the hotel was slowly filling up with sinners.
He felt extremely useless. Usually he was the one who’d find a way to keep them at bay, but he was bedridden. Not like he wanted to stand up. He couldn’t remember the last time his angelic body had felt pain… the physical kind at least. Your body feeling like lead, head hazy, like clouded in mist. That was a very familiar feeling. Getting lost in your head, in every of your mistakes.
And while books and ducks were keeping him company… most of what he did all week… was just lamenting. For he had done nothing else after being abandoned.
The hotel was greatly helping though. Never empty, never quiet. Never cold or wide.
Even Cherri came by to see him.
Now he was mostly leaning against the wall. Enough energy to stand and function, but not enough to focus or do anything productive. An awkward in between state with Charlie extremely busy and he could do nothing against it.
Someone was tugging at his pant leg. He turned to see the strange little cyclops.
“Hello Sir… you look like you could benefit… from a tea party!”
He chuckled, actually entertaining that idea and thinking he probably lost it completely.
“What… with tiny chairs for your lil’ bugs?”
“Nuh uh! No bugs this time! Come on, we have biscuits and milk aaaaaaaaand teddy bears.”
With nothing better to do he decided to follow. His legs couldn’t handle too much standing, but he was sick of lying in his bed by now.
The table was indeed tiny. But the biscuit assortment was marvelous. Yet instead of chairs there was a big fluffy carpet.
He just didn’t expect the Radio Demon to sit on it, pinky stretched out with an almost silly expression on his face. He looked so carefree, but when did he not?
“Ah! Your Majesty! Take a seat… I am sure I could magic a duck biscuit of sorts.”
The king’s eyebrows shot up into his hair. That one time he was nice to Alastor got to his head already? He wasn’t about to question it… quite yet.
It would be decided whether he had any energy to argue. But since Niffty already invited him. One warm, healing cup of tea and it wouldn’t be seen as rude if he left.
Once she took his order she went on with it.
“Baxter gifted me this nice tea set! He is SOOO nice to me.”
The deer demon patted her over the head with a gentleness Lucifer had never seen.
“Mhhh, good taste. I approve. He seems like quite the good match for you, little miss’.”
She giggled, before disappearing to fetch sugar and other things.
“Huh… so you already have a daughter then… I shouldn’t be surprised. Your experience speaks for itself.”
The man lifted a questioning eyebrow, letting the strange words settle in the room as he took another warm gulp. Despite enjoying seeing how much he could rattle the man up, he had seemed so piteous and exhausted it would give him no pleasure to do so. Perhaps he could do the opposite of what he usually did: Being civil.
Sounded impossible.
“She’s not mine, but I gladly accepted her.”, he sighed, voice sounding far, far away, “Messed up little thing with cute sparkly eyes… couldn’t leave her. Struck me right into my soft spot.”
Ah, it was welling up again. All the emotions Lucifer had for Charlie. All the things he wished he had done and never did. How he felt never enough. It would probably take him years to accept it all. Accept that things got better, that he was finally doing enough, that he was once again family.
But god, would he have hated himself if something had happened to Charlie… if that god damn thing exploded… even if it had blown them all up, he’d still never forgive himself. Because he was the reason it existed, he had gotten himself kidnapped. Alastor was right to some degree.
“Hey….”, he lowered his gaze, trying to sound casual but his face betrayed his mood, “I know insulting each other is like our thing, but I just. Want to let you know how thankful I am that you were there for Charlie when I couldn’t. Seeing how you treat Niffty just now… and not just that… the girls. I can tell you are genuine. Soo… you did good.”
Alastor was quietly drinking his tea, not sure what to say. Eventually he cleared his throat to say the only thing he could: “Thank you.”
It was very strange for them to share so many pleasantries, but Lucifer didn’t care. He needed to let go of that guilt and dread that had been filling him.
He tried to grin more lightheartedly now: “You seem like an okay guy actually.”
Before it could get any more awkward Niffty stumbled back and served him his tea: “Okay? Sugaaaar, cookies, milk, bones? AAAALL you like!”
“Eh…”, he made a face, “10 cubes of sugar please.”
Once the offensively sugary drink had been made Niffty went to nuzzle her head against Alastor’s chest, wrapping her arms around him.
Nope, Lucifer was not picturing hugging Charlie and listening to ducks quacking. He was a normal member of society with normal interests and attachment issues.
“You look like you could use a hug!”, she beamed, her one gigantic eye glimmering in the light like a strange anime character.
“Ehhh… I am not sure your dad would-WHOOOOA!”
That girl was definitely stronger than she looked because she nearly squeezed all the air out of him in that hug. Once that was done, she sat in between them, sipping on her cup of tea.
The redhaired man was giggling loudly next to them, wiping his face. Strange, yet not unkind amusement on his face.
“Oh, she likes you.”
“Hope thaaaaat doesn’t offend you or anythin’”, Lucifer grumbled as he nipped on tea.
“Hah, why waste my energy on something as silly as jealousy!”
It was obviously a quip in his direction, but he almost didn’t mind.
Niffty was a strange demon. Sitting quietly, giggling to herself, lost to her own little world.
“Soooooo, are you glad to be back in the hotel? I heard you had quite a lot of fun at the Vee tower.”
“Oh, yes, I enjoyed watching Vox being completely pathetic. Same with you. But now that you’re injured it took ALL the fun out of seeing you make a fool out of yourself! Get better again soon, I am getting tired of pitying you.”, Alastor rolled his eyes melodramatically.
Lucifer chuckled now… he couldn’t remember the last time he chuckled. Before he was kidnapped? When the world didn’t look like it was gonna end any moment and he was in excruciating pain?
“Weirdo. I half expected you to just stay there forever. You seemed tired of us.”
Alastor sighed, fondly stroking over the microphone in his lap. He suddenly looked much older: “I was a little nostalgic… But it’s time to move on eventually. Even though I am quite old, the future is here. And the hotel has never been better.”
That was odd. Even for the Radio Demon. It had been more of a joke at first, really. Of course he had been acting a little strange after the Extermination and even stranger once Lucifer joined, but his behavior right now indicated that Alastor was seriously upset about something. Not like he was frowning or something, Lucifer instinctively felt it.
“Did you like him…?”
He left the question hanging in the air, not sure if he should have asked, but felt he owed it to him.
The Radio Demon looked up, caught off guard.
“Who?”
“Vox.”
Silence. Alastor made a face, yet Lucifer caught that very significant wave of pain that had flashed across it.
“The brief time we were on friendly terms does not make up for all he’s done. … I knew he was bad news from the start… but he seemed amusing at least. Had interesting ideas, I respected him. Unfortunately he is a control freak. It was nice seeing him one last time. But now it’s all over… And I can focus on more important things.”
Even though most of hell could only agree, some things were hard to let go off once you were emotionally invested.
“You’re right… dodged a bullet there. Must still suck seeing someone you’ve known for so long sink so low. I imagine Charlie thinks the same about me sometimes.”
He shuddered and shook himself out.
“Oh, believe me you still have a long way to sink!”, Alastor chuckled, “I have a new circus clown to keep me entertained.”
“‘scuse ME!?”, Lucifer almost choked on his tea.
He had been genuinely trying to be nice and this was the price.
“Oh, what can be more entertaining than watching a king who hates sinners redeeming them! The drama, the hypocrisy! And I got front row seats.”
“And you are saying I AM the immature one. That toxic masculinity mindset looks ugly on you.”
Alastor sighed long suffering, but it was acted over the top.
“It wasn’t me who tried digging your nose into YOUR BUSINESS… After all, I-”
The door burst open and in came a very surprised looking Charlie. Eyes wide, blinking confusedly at the scene in front of her. Lucifer and Alastor having a tea party in Niffty’s room was not on her bingo card today.
“Oh, hey Char-Char! Do you want some tea? I think they have your favorite one.”
She shook the surprise off: “Hah… I was worried something happened to you, since Vaggi mentioned you looking all pale. Aaaand Niffty is not the most reeeesponsible person. No hard feelings.”
She came closer, suddenly jumping up and down happily: “But you guys look like you are finally getting along! I am so glad. You both really need a friend after hard times and I both need you a lot.”
Alastor seemed to be glowing from the praise, yet Lucifer looked a little self conscious.
“Ah, I feel like I have been failing on that lately.”
Charlie sunk to her knees and hugged the man so suddenly, she almost faceplanted right into the tea.
“STOOOOP saaaying that daaad. You are gonna maaaake me cry! I was suuuuuuuuuuuch a bad daaaughter lately! I am so sorry, I just have SOOOHOHOOOO much to dooo. We have a million guests AND I BARELY HAVE ANY FREE TIME. Forgiveeee me!”
Alastor rolled his eyes and giggled, magicking another cup onto the table for Charlie.
Lucifer looked very uncomfortable. How do you swallow your self pity and calm down your hysterical spawn?
Illustration for Chapter 3 of my fanfiction Vox in Hazbin Hotel
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This took me two weeks... this is because I usually don't do background and now I know why. Oh. My. God.
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> Chapter 1 > Chapter 2 > Chapter 3 > Chapter 4 > Chapter 5
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Hazbin:
Pilot: The only time alcohol solved all problems (RadioDust)
Season 1:
- Alastor's Masquerade (Gen, Finale Hurt/Comfort)
- 1. A Taste of Mercy (Gen) > 2. A Taste of Friendship (Gen)
(Platonic Alastor & Vox, Hurt/Comfort)
- Get Well Wishes (Gen, Finale Hurt/Comfort)
- Plug and Play (RadioStatic Smut OS)
- Vox in Hazbin Hotel (RadioStatic with Songs)
- The lonely Vigilante (Short Alastor backstory)
Season 2:
- Lucifer's Lament (Gen, Finale Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Alastor & Lucifer)
- Al's rolling little picture box (Queerplatonic RadioStatic, Crack, Vox doesn't have a body, he is a bot. Songs for some reason...)
- Lovebite (RadioStatic with Songs)
Batjokes:
Unconditional Love (Smut)
Fortunate Touch (Smut and Fluff)
Stuck (Extreme Smut)
I also have some Doctor Who, but I am not sure many would read that, lol. I am locked out of my Twitter/X unfortunately and tbh not too unhappy about it, lol.
“What’s wrong!? Charlie???”, Vaggie rushed outside, before gasping and holding onto the doors for support, “What the HELL are YOU doing here!?”
Her girlfriend took more breathing exercises now.
“Eh… you see. Valentino kinda… dropped me here. He said we aaaare over but I am sure he is gonna calm down again and get me! I hope… I mean… you could… be so kind and bring me back…?”
Charlie grasped for Vaggie’s hand with a disturbed looking expression on her face: “I wiiiill have to discuss what to do with you with Alaaaaastor, BE RIGHT BACK!”
She quickly hurried inside, shutting the door into his face.
Whatever could be considered a face.
“AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA.”, Alastor was rolling around on the floor, holding his belly and crying from laughter, before he stood up again and cleared his throat with a polite little expression, “Don’t worry, princess. I have some use for him! Do not worry about a thing.”
