Day twenty one of VVinter Vees 2025: Encouragement! Val is going to propose to Vox, but he's scared Vox will say no 🥺 of course, Velvette has seen how absolutely infatuated they are with each other, and is currently rolling her eyes inside of her mind, but damned if she isn't going to make sure that Val feels confident enough to actually ask Vox after she's dealt with their slowburn romance bullshit for the past forever lmao
LMAO OKAY LISTEN-
I know I’m going out of order atp (and I SWEAR I’m getting to the other days I missed too) but….
HERE IS DAY 5 OF VOX WEEK!!
please don’t ask me what kind of virus he has to make this happen 😭 I doodled this in like, 5 minutes, and it was the first thing that came to my mind 😭 (my sense of humor is so broken but I was actually laughing my ass off at this 😭🙏)
Also I actually remembered to freaking sign it with my @ this time (unlike my drawing for day 2) so yay now I’m not stressing abt that! :D
Don’t ask why the photos are so freaking yellow, my lighting is SHIT !!!
I NEED new lights bro 🙏
Also I forgot to label the last photo with (4) so ppl would know the order, and it’s kinda bugging me but I’m also too lazy to fix it so :/
Anyways, (why do I always sign off with that??)
I hope you enjoy the rest of your day/night and HAPPY FRIDAY!!
as always, feel free to comment stuff, I really love it 🥹
Bye!! ❤️❤️❤️
I had the most hilarious thought of if Valentino wanting attention but due to Allie being a small baby and Vox doing all stops to take care of her and this was twins au or just Allie Au when Allie was a small baby still and Valentino trying to get Vox attention he just dressed up as a baby and saying " I want attention goo goo ga ga". Vox would be dumbfounded and wonder what the hell is happening. I just thought it was a funny thought especially if Allie judges too with her baby eyes.
It's so cute if Allie brought out the more Vincent personality in Vox scenario and oh my god Alastor like having a slow SLOW realization of " what if he wasn't trying to use me all those years ago on that day?" The angst is delicious
Man what if in twin au if ever the other overlords somehow find out about Tori and they already know of Allie and think “ Vox and Alastor have kids, and there bitter rivals, oh my god is it contagious that my bitter rival get a baby soon or me?!” Either they get closer to said rival since baby or do the whole social distancing Covid Style. It’s even funnier of the overlords who knew Vox and Alastor relationship before there fall out and were like “ Do I get baby if I have a friend to enemies relationship?” It was funny in my head
Also tell veto-unable or even hey veto-unable don’t ever stop the Tori adult version drawings! She’s so cute and looks amazing. I love seeing how she look grown up! Love the kid version and her adult I wish I can draw that good right now. Ugh artist block hurts!!!! You keeping us fed like the hungry animals we are for more content.
Ugh, partners who see literal babies and children as competition give me such an ick. I know that this scenario was meant to be humorous but this is genuinely grounds for Vox, a new single father of a baby daughter, to end things with Val immediately. And maybe even keep Allie away from him for a while or even forever because what the fuck.
My interpretation of Valentino is very different from the Valentino in this scenario, so this wouldn’t happen in the fic’s canon or AUs. He’ll have his own barrel of problems but not…that.
The emergence of Vox’s Vincent persona would certainly bring up some complicated feelings from Alastor’s end. Lots of angst.
Funny enough, I had an entire scenario of Tori bringing up this specific issue to Vox and Al. It kinda boils down to: “You two aren’t stable enough to have a second miracle child. Stop fighting with magic recklessly. At least use protection.” And then they both combust on the spot in embarrassment.
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced StaticMoth, Background Relationships, Background StaticMoth, Dialogue, Friendship, Enemies to Friends, Sort Of, One-Sided Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vox's Obsession with Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), it's not mentioned if it's sexual or anything but it can be implied, they just chatting, based on the fact that iirc Viv wanted these three to chat and that's why Al was next to Vel in that one scene, I think they'd talk about Vox being a bitch, Asexual Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Good Friend Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), bc she cares about Val's feelings, and I think that's sweet, Dialogue Heavy, Sorry if that bothers you, Not Beta Read, No beta we die like Adam
Language: English
Chapters: 1/1
Words: 737
Series: Part 7 of 'The 12 Fics of The Holidays (2024/25)'
Summary:
The missing scene of Val, Vel and Al all talking about how much Vox annoys them.
yes I wrote arsehole, I'm sorry but arse isn't spelled A-S-S, it just isn't pronounced like that, Amazon got the lyric wrong :/
Back on my holiday fic writing bullshit! That isn't holiday themed but here we are. I started with a small one to try and avoid burnout like last year, hence why we're starting with number 7 instead of number 1 :)
A quick little drabble I put together after seeing the cutest radiostatic fanart <3 I haven't written for these two disasters before, so please forgive me, and don't be meanies about it ;v;
The post with the fanart can be found here: https://www.tumblr.com/byrdnight/768971048708374529?source=share
Credit for the idea goes to @byrdnight, tagging you so you can read it as well :D
Media: Hazbin Hotel
Pairing: Alastor x Vox
Rating: M for Mature (nothing explicit, only a few references to actual nsfw stuff)
Word count: 2.8k
Tags included but not limited to: Established RadioStatic, implied / referenced Valastor, implied / referenced StaticMoth, light kissing, ice skating, first time ice skating, light angst???, but so much fluff to make up for that
Where else to read: AO3. Username: TheWeirdDane. Title: There's a First Time for Everything
Author's note: First time writing for these two, but I couldn't help myself after seeing the art <3 I hope it's to everybody's liking!
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Dainty, white flakes drifted lazily through the crisp, cold air. Both were, of course, artificially created; things weren’t so fucked that Hell had frozen over yet. That didn’t take away from Vox’s almost childlike wonder at the snow, though. Alastor hummed softly and looked up into the red sky.
“Are you about ready?” he asked with an aura of exasperation before turning his head to Vox, who was busy tying his skates.
“Yeah yeah yeah, give me a moment,” Vox replied, tongue poking slightly out of his mouth, “these shoelaces are being annoying.”
Alastor rolled his eyes.
“Well, you’ve got that in common.”
“Oh ouch,” Vox said flatly as he tied a knot on the skates’ laces and then stood up, turning to Alastor with an outstretched hand.
“Well?” he said, and was surprised to see Alastor’s fluffy ears flatten against his head and Alastor turn a bit away from him. Vox frowned slightly, before figuring that Alastor maybe didn’t want to risk being seen with him in public like this. Well, he really should have thought about that before agreeing to go to the ice rink with him!
“Look,” Vox sighed, “if you changed your mind, you could’ve just told me so.”
“Would it have changed things?”
“Of course not. Now, come on, get on your feet and get out there.”
Alastor scowled up at him, refusing to take his hand. He crossed his legs and his arms, clinging to his microphone stand. Now it was Vox’s time to roll his eyes.
“If you’re going to be a big baby about it, you can sulk in silence,” he muttered and pushed himself away from the rink’s half-walls to glide onto the ice.
The cold air brushed against his face, and Vox took a deep breath in, closed his eyes, and let the breath out just as slowly. Oh, how he had missed this from his childhood! He vividly remembered going to the ice rinks with his mother and father. Remembered the excitement, the way he barely had to put effort into moving, the way his parents looked at him when they thought he wasn’t looking. Beaming, full of admiration.
Like they thought he could get far with his ice skating skills. It was a wonderful memory.
Vox kept his eyes closed for a couple of seconds, leaning full-tilt into the warmth of the memory. It was only him and Alastor here, after all, there was quite literally no risk of bumping into anyone non-important and cutting off their ankles. Unfortunately. It was an ice rink only for the absolute elite. Only for the most powerful of Overlords.
He put one foot in front of the other and pushed the slightest bit, easily and smoothly gliding forward. Rinse and repeat.
When Vox opened his eyes, feeling like all the passion of the Sun was glittering in them, he found Alastor, still sitting on the bench, still with his limbs crossed, still clutching his stupid microphone stand. But, as opposed to before, he was now watching Vox curiously, his ears perked. He caught Vox staring at him, and promptly looked up into the sky again.
Vox rolled his eyes again before nimbly switching course, sliding towards Alastor with his hands behind his back.
“What is it, Bambi? Afraid you’ll slip and fall on the ice?” he grinned and slid to a stop in front of him, shredding a bit of ice that landed on Alastor’s black pants. Alastor looked at him with as much disapproval as he could, which was a lot.
“Oh come on, Alastor,” Vox groaned and grabbed his arm, trying to pull him up. But Alastor was stubborn as a mule and didn’t budge. “What’s your fucking damage? I asked if you wanted to go to the ice rink with me, and you agreed. Now you won’t--- you haven’t even put on the skates?”
Alastor glared up at him, his ears flat against his head once more. He huffed and turned his head away from Vox. Vox groaned loudly and shook his head, both hands on his hips.
“Should’ve fucking guessed,” he grumbled. “You really are just a big coward. You never try anything new and fun.”
“Valentino begs to differ.”
“Fucking excuse me?” Vox hissed between gritted teeth, lifting one leg and slamming the skate’s blade down into the wooden bench so that he could lean down into Alastor’s personal bubble. He didn’t care if the blade got dulled from the action; he needed to know what the fuck Alastor’s problem was.
Alastor growled quietly, pressing himself back against the bench as his ears went completely flat against his head.
“I know Val fucks you regularly, so why are you acting like there’s a massive fucking stick up your ass? If you didn’t want to do ice skating with me, you could’ve just said so!”
“It’s not because it’s with you,” Alastor snapped back, clearly surprised by his own words. Vox blinked in surprise, but the fiery annoyance in his chest wasn’t dying down.
“Then, pray fucking tell, what is it? Because you’re acting like a total prick right now.”
Alastor looked away for so long that Vox was tempted to push away again. Then The Radio Demon mumbled something. Mumbled. Not speaking loud and clear. Vox had to even look at his lips moving to make sure he was speaking.
“I don’t want to look like a fool.”
“There’s no one here but us,” Vox said irritably, gesturing to the completely empty ice rink. Alastor seemed to kind of curl in on himself, as he sat there on the bench. He hid his lower face in his scarf.
“I’m quite aware of that.”
Vox glared at Alastor, about to yell at him some more, when he had an epiphany.
Wait...
“Wait,” he said slowly, drawing out the word and watching how Alastor winced, “are you... afraid of looking stupid in front of... me?”
This got Alastor to glare back at him, ire in his eyes. Vox blinked down at him, utterly perplexed. Well, this was new. Usually, Alastor was so suave and nonchalant, so this came completely from left field.
“But... I’m your boyfriend.”
“I’m quite aware, regrettably,” Alastor scoffed.
Vox rolled his eyes once more.
“I mean, you idiot, that you shouldn’t have to worry about looking stupid in front of me because we’re dating. I don’t care if you look stupid. You’re the prettiest motherfucker around.”
A beat of silence. Alastor blushed slightly. Vox cleared his throat.
“Maybe don’t mention that to Val, though.”
Alastor was quiet, and Vox sighed. Despite the many layers of clothing, he was starting to get a bit chilly.
“Look, Al. Just... I don’t care about looking stupid. Not when it’s you. My brand is perfection, but I’m not working right now, am I?”
“In those clothes? I certainly hope not.”
Vox pretended not to have heard him.
“So just, please, relax. Put on the skates and join me out on the ice, please?”
Alastor glanced up at him as he dug his skate out of the bench.
“I have never done this before,” he then revealed, again in a low mumble.
Somehow, for some reason, this made Vox smile. A genuine, warm smile. The fire that had once been one of annoyance now became one of fondness, but he would be double-damned before he admitted that. Alastor was... willing to do this with him? Something he hadn’t tried before? Even if it made him look ridiculous? As far as Vox was concerned, there was no greater declaration of love.
“That’s okay,” he said softly and cupped Alastor’s cheeks with his hands, the claws gingerly scratching through his hair. “We’ll take it slow. I’m a good teacher.”
Alastor huffed, but couldn’t run from the blush on his face. Vox smirked.
“Now now, no salacious thoughts, young man.”
Alastor’s face went beet red, and Vox laughed gently.
“I’m kidding. Come.”
He pulled back and grabbed Alastor’s skates lying next to him before starting to kneel.
“Please?”
Alastor was quiet for a long moment. Then he sighed deeply, rolling his eyes and putting his usual face back on. His legs uncrossed, and he bent down to take off his shoes.
“Do you even beg this much for Valentino?” he asked jokingly. Vox grinned.
“Only when he’s being extra insidious.” This got a warm and heart-felt chuckle out of Alastor, who proceeded to take off his shoes and replace them with the red-and-black ice skates in Vox’s hands. Vox tied them for him in silence.
When the laces were done up and tied with a pretty knot at the top, Vox stood up without so much as a wobble. He reached his hands out to Alastor, who seemed to regret this whole thing, but nonetheless put his own hands in Vox’s.
“I’m gonna pull now,” Vox warned, and tugged gently. Alastor followed, immediately wobbling and clinging to Vox.
Vox would have been a lying bastard if he said he didn’t like it. Not that he couldn’t live with being accused of being a lying bastard. He had been called much worse, and much more accurate, things through the years.
Alastor was wonderfully warm against him. He smelled nice, too. Well, Vox had to hand it to Valentino, the pimp had an uncanny ability to get people to present themself as nicely as they could. For Alastor, that meant taking actual regular showers and using cologne. He still hadn’t learned how to use a comb or a brush, though.
“This was a mistake,” he hissed, ears flat and eyes closed tightly.
“Calm down,” Vox said soothingly and straightened, putting a hand on the small of his back. “Easy. Easy does it. Stand up straight. You can hold on to me if you need to.”
Alastor did need to hold on to Vox as he slowly, very slowly, stood up straight. His hands had an iron grip on Vox’s arms. In turn, Vox gently held Alastor. They stood like that for a little while.
“There you go, that’s a good posture!” he praised, noting the flush going across Alastor’s face and filing this away for later blackmailing purposes. “Now, I’m going to go backwards, okay? You keep holding on to me.”
“No, no no!” Alastor yelped as Vox slid backwards a bit, forcing Alastor to move.
“It’s okay, you’re doing great. It’s okay.”
He kept his gaze firmly locked on Alastor as he scooted further back. There was something almost akin to panic in Alastor’s eyes as they held Vox’s gaze, but Vox did his best to be calm and reassuring and soothing. Eventually, it had to rub off on Alastor.
“See? You’re doing great!” he praised again after having moved a few feet and Alastor was still standing. Wobbling and uncertain, but standing nonetheless.
“Shut up,” Alastor hissed, looking like someone spending all of his energy focusing on staying standing. His cheeks were burning red, his eyes wide open, his lips pressed together in a tight line. “Don’t patronize me.”
“I’m not. I’m being serious, believe it or not.”
They continued like that for a little while; Vox skating backwards and forcing Alastor to move as well. It was utterly clumsy and without elegance or grace, but Vox didn’t care. He was just happy - thrilled - that he got to do this with Alastor.
As they went, Vox gave him tips and advice on how to move his feet and how to keep his posture. He wasn’t sure how much of it he retained, but he could see improvement after just a couple of rounds on the ice rink. He made sure to let Alastor know that his posture was improving and that his steps seemed to become more confident. Alastor glared at him, but Vox liked to think it was all a façade.
Not that it mattered all that much, though. He got to be close to Alastor, didn’t he? And really, wasn’t that the stuff dreams were made of?
“Okay, Al, you’re doing really great now. I feel confident in letting---”
“You are not letting go,” Alastor hissed immediately, clinging even harder to Vox’s arms, to the point that Vox had to stop himself from wincing.
“You’ll be fine,” he promised.
“Vox, no,” Alastor continued, “you are not letting go so soon, you slimy little---”
“I’ll cut you a deal.”
“...” His ears perked adorably.
“If you fall on your pretty ass, which I know you won’t, I will refrain from being smug and snarky about my superiority for a whole weekend at a time of your choosing.”
“You’re not superior, though.”
Vox rolled his eyes.
“Look, do you want me to hold on or not?”
“Do you want me to bully you around and prove how you’re inferior to me?” Alastor retaliated, even as he hesitantly loosened his grip on Vox's forearms. Now it was Vox’s turn to blush, but he played it cool with a little scoff.
“As if you could.”
They glared at each other for a moment before Alastor let go of Vox’s sleeves. Very slowly, and very hesitantly, until they were only connected by Vox’s fingertips on Alastor’s hands.
“Okay?” Vox asked, looking at Alastor.
He took a shuddering breath but nodded all the same, and Vox was filled with a bizarre kind of glee. Seeing The Radio Demon scared was a sight reserved for... hell, he couldn’t think of anyone who had seen Alastor nervous, let alone scared. Well, seen and lived to tell the tale.
“Okay.”
Vox skated back a few feet, but remained within grabbing distance. Just in case.
Alastor’s knees wobbled, and he flailed wildly with his arms. Vox instinctively reached for him, but he managed to stand upright. Mostly. Well, somewhat. And, when Alastor got his knees under control, and the arm-flailing stopped, and he stood there, completely still, without help, Vox grinned widely at him. Alastor’s eyes were closed tightly.
“See? I told you you could do it!”
Alastor opened his eyes and looked around, then at Vox. His heart swelled with the thrilled surprise in his gaze. For just a moment, in this precise moment, Vox could feel his own childlike excitement at doing something all by himself when he had been but a kid.
“You’re doing great, Al,” he said. Then he gestured to himself, waving a hand. “Now, come on, come to me.”
“Not happening,” Alastor said immediately. “I can’t move ever again.”
“Yes, you can, and yes, you will.”
Alastor shook his head so hard it threatened to disrupt his balance. Vox observed him for a long moment.
“Alright,” he then said and skated back to Alastor who immediately reached out and clung to him. It was a highly unusual feeling. “It’s okay. I’m still really proud of you, Al.”
“Don’t say that,” Alastor mumbled, ducking his head. Vox stroked a few claws through his hair, carefully avoiding his antlers. They were always very sensitive, and he didn’t want to set off Alastor in any way right now. Maybe later, though...
Alastor instantly relaxed against him, even more so when Vox began petting his hair in earnest.
“You did do well, Alastor. I’m not patronizing you or anything. I really am proud of you for the progress you’ve made today.”
Alastor scoffed softly, but didn’t argue any further, so neither did Vox.
They stood like that until Vox started getting chilly. Then he withdrew his hand, gently cupping Alastor’s cheek.
“I’m cold,” he said, “do you want to go home?”
“Please,” Alastor mumbled, but didn’t let go. Vox smiled softly.
“Give me a kiss, and then I’ll get us back.”
Alastor gave a quiet scoff, but nonetheless lifted his head.
They exchanged a quick, yet surprisingly tender kiss, and as promised, Vox led them both back to the bench. They engaged in a bit of small-talk while they removed their skates and put on their own shoes.
“Al.”
“Hmm?” Alastor hummed as he grabbed his microphone stand.
Vox wanted to ask if he had overstepped any boundaries today, but he didn’t want to seem overly concerned. That would ruin his image. Thus, he instead grabbed Alastor’s scarf and hauled him in for another kiss, this one much more like the ones he was used to receiving from Valentino; deep and passionate, verging on being obscene.
Alastor didn’t do or say anything. He just sat there, rigid.
When Vox pulled back, he pulled Alastor’s hat onto his head and down over his eyes, laughing as The Radio Demon yelped and grumbled.
“I love you, Al.”
Alastor snickered as he got his hat - and hair - under control.
“A terrible decision, really.”
“I know,” Vox grinned as they laced their fingers together and started the walk back home.
