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I now have 2 multi-chapter Hazbin fics!

Both of them feature platonic relationships for Alastor although in different ways. The new part of my series “Niffty Distribution System” focuses on his relationship with Niffty and it’s post canon.

Summary:

Alastor doesn't want to see himself as a father figure, yes he may have pretended to get on Lucifer's nerves. He didn't truly mean it. He'd be an awful father...

5 times Alastor refused to see himself as a father and 1 he finally accepted that Niffty is like a daughter to him.

Inspired by DreamsR4Everyone and jennifervantassel comment and ask! Thank you for your amazing ideas. I hope you'll enjoy this fic!

Another is pre-cannon about his relationship with Mimzy, in this fic I’ll go over my fan theories. This one deals with their human lives. I don’t see enough fics focusing on them, so I wrote one!

It’s 3 chapters in and I’ll update this week!

Summary:

After Alastor's death, in search of souls to talk to... he searches for his old friend Mimzy. She must be down there somewhere.

Also known as Alastor is kinda lonely.

Alastor before he became the infamous Radio Demon.

Was everything Mimzy said about him true?

Flashbacks, human lives, and headcannons coming soon!

Both are marked as Mature but for now both are more in Teen!

I am done with this shameless self promotion! Have an amazing day everyone!

Denial of closeness update>

Chapter 3: Threads and Memories

Niffty is making a puppet show!

This time she wants to make it with actual puppets, so Alastor volunteers to make them with her.

3. Don't you hate it when the princess calls you Niffty's dad?

Here is a snippet>>>

As the last notes of her makeshift orchestra faded, Niffty took a bow. The applause was polite but distant. She glanced at Alastor, who sat in the corner, his crimson eyes half-closed. As others left the room she came closer to him. His crimson eyes bore into Niffty’s, curiosity etched on his face. “What’s on your mind, my dear?”

Niffty fidgeted with her sketchbook, her mind racing. “Do they hate my shows?” she blurted out, her voice small.

Alastor chuckled, his smile enigmatic. “Niffty, they wouldn’t watch them if they hated them. Your roaches have their peculiar charm.”

But Niffty wasn’t satisfied. “Maybe I should try something new,” she mused aloud. “What if I made actual puppets? New characters, fresh stories!”

Alastor leaned back. “That could be refreshing,” he conceded. “And you know how to sew, don’t you? You made that beautiful dress!”

Niffty’s eye widened. “Yes, clothes! Mostly with a machine. But dolls? They’re different. How do I even start?”

Alastor hummed and clapped his hands “First, we’ll need fabric. Something sturdy but soft. And a pattern—” “I can draw the pattern! Look!” She flipped her sketchbook to reveal a rough outline of a doll, its limbs elongated, its head oversized.

Alastor examined her drawing. “Not bad. Now, let’s cut the fabric.” He demonstrated, the scissors gliding smoothly through the material. “Remember, precision matters.”

Niffty mimicked his movements, her tongue poking out in concentration. “Precision,” she repeated.

His fingers traced the delicate fabric, guiding Niffty through the art of doll-making. He spoke of seams and stitches, of shaping limbs and faces. Niffty listened, her enthusiasm growing with each whispered instruction.

“Next,” Alastor said, “we stitch the body. A simple running stitch along the edges.”

Niffty threaded the needle, her fingers deftly pulling the thread through the fabric. “Like this?”

...

"Exactly like that sweetie."

Memories of his mother surfaced—the way she’d sit by the window, sunlight streaming through her hair as she sewed. She’d taught him patiently, her voice soft and encouraging.

His father had scoffed, calling it "women's work." Yet, his mother had persisted, her needle weaving magic into every stitch. She had even shared her secret—the voodoo dolls. They were not the dark magic of horror stories but a beautiful connection to the universe.

"Every stitch holds power. Healing and protection," her voice echoed in his mind. Alastor's fingers betrayed him.

He pushed the needle through the fabric, wincing as it pricked his finger. Blood welled up, staining the cloth. “Ouch,” he muttered.

Niffty glanced at him. “Are you okay?”

He chuckled, wiping the blood away. “Fine. Just a little mishap.”

∘◦ ✂ ————–✂ ◦∘

After a month of hiatus >>>

Chapter 4 (bonus): The aftermath of Niffty’s last puppet show! Emotions be damned.

An attempt to write from Niffty’s POV.Later Rosie’s POV. Features confused and angry Niffty, Husk trying to comfort unsuccessfully, and drunk Alastor.

(Platonic)Radiorose fanfiction list>

♥ Most are QPR and the rest are strong friendships.

Sadly they are short, but they are finished.

And the time that they took care of her when she needed it most.

16,467 words.

(QPR)

Includes Al and Rosie basically be parent figures to Niffty.

Alastor uses the Hazbin Hotel’s first ever formal as the perfect opportunity to tell Rosie that he wants to be with her…In a non-romantic way. Things go awry when he gets sick due to angelic poisoning, however.

5,255 words

(QPR)

Rosie reunites with Alastor after the battle both to catch up and to drag the details out of him on how he lost his staff. Question is, will she be able to without getting bitten herself?

2,690 words

(QPR)

Rosie helps Alastor relax after a long week of work…By petting him until he falls asleep on her lap. Pure fluff.

2,191 words

(QPR)

If there was one thing Alastor wouldn't miss for the world, it would be their little cooking dates together.

Includes non-consensual cannibalism

For day one of radiorose week

1,393 words

(QPR)

It’s Alastor’s and Rosie’s annual catch-up of the month, where they drink, talk, gossip and enjoy delicious meals of venison and flesh of other kinds.

(Not QPR just gossip girls)

Alastor has been disappearing from the Hotel's activities ever since his battle with Adam. Charlie resorts to finding out why. What she finds out in the process? She wishes she could forget.

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or sick / hurt alastor but make it freaky with cannibalism and jazz with the staff attempting to help him, but add deals, lilith, lucifer and body horror

also Rosie

Includes Al&Husk&Niffty

(Not QPR but AROACE Al and a strong friendship)

36,023 words

The Hazbin Hotel is celebrating their victory against heaven’s extermination plan, and everyone’s invited. Alastor and Rosie are causing a stir as people confuse the dancing couple as a happy couple.

(Not QPR but friends who would get confused for a couple)

3,278 words

I hope you like some of those! Have fun 💕

(Romantic+Platonic) Radiorose

+ one Al/Rosie/Vox

I didn't make the last list long enough! This time I'll add all of the fics I have saved. I hope you'll enjoy them <3

by Pandoras_Gift (pandorasgiftbox on Tumblur)

Summary:

Rosie and Alastor get married for tax purposes but then actually/accidentally fall in love with each other.

I firmly believe that Radiorose would be the kind of couple to get married for tax benefits or maybe just for fun. They are the kind of people to fake a proposal at a restaurant for a free meal.

Rated Teen

13,552 words and sadly unfinished

Another besties get married for tax benefits>

The murder besties to married-for-tax-benefits pipeline. A radiorose human AU (written for radiorose week.)

QPR with spice (like murder)

Most Radiorose fics on AO3 are platonic I noticed. I wanted this to be only romantic Radiorose but I am lacking in fics that I actually read.

Rated Mature

11,597 words

A Radiorose week fic by wraith17

Day 1: Little habits they have. Day 2: Shared meetings Day 3: Committing horrific crimes Day 4: A smile can mean so much Day 5: Healing might take two Day 6: Marriage Day 7: Alternate Universe

19,988 words

Rated Explicit

Another QPR Radiorose week fic>

This series is underrated, honestly, anyone who finishes a challenge deserves much more attention.

All together 18,132 words, each is around 2k to 3k words.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56400787

pt 1>Rosie and Alastor both enjoyed rather macabre gifts. If it wasn’t collected from a corpse, then it was probably procured from their very own flesh and bone.

pt2>It was like a punch to the gut, all of the air escaping her lungs, and Rosie couldn’t breathe. He was back. Alastor was back.

pt3>It was in these moments that Alastor often found Rosie at her most beautiful. Coated in viscera, her lips curled into a violent grin, and her eyes an endless depth of vile hunger. A predator devouring its prey. Alastor adored her.

Rosie is in hell for a reason is a very rare tag you guys!

pt4>It was easy to piece together that something bad had happened to him while he'd been gone. Something that had left him in shambles that he was desperately trying to keep together and pretend wasn't broken.

pt5>When the shadowed veil was pulled from his eyes, he found himself in Rosie’s emporium—in her living room. He tried to call her name, but all that came out was static and a mouthful of blood.

pt6>To celebrate 50 years of friendship, Alastor and Rosie go on a date and get a little drunk.

pt7>Alastor sighed, “I just… I hate being like this, and I hate seeing you run yourself ragged over me.”

“Alastor, you’re my friend,” Rosie murmured. Her voice was soft, reassuring, and it almost lulled him into a sense of security, “I worry about you because I care about you. I don’t mind taking time out of my day to help you when you need it.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t be friends,” he said, hunching further into himself so he didn’t have to see Rosie’s face.

Teen and Mature Rated

Queerplatonic Alastor/Rosie/Vox

Fluff and Angst with an unreliable narrator.

Rated Teen

Omg a series <3

Pt 1 - In the late fifties, Rosie finds an odd TV-headed fellow trying to take his own face apart on the outskirts of Cannibal Town. Introducing him to Alastor is her first mistake. Falling in love with them both is her second.

15,297 words

Pt 2- While convalescing in Cannibal Town at Rosie and Vox's behest, Alastor misreads several rooms, swallows his pride, and trips backwards into polyamory—in that order.

15,487 words

Also the Series summary is amazing>

Have you ever looked at radiorose and thought, "this needs a voyeur with a tv head?" and have you ever looked at radiostatic and thought, "this needs a cannibal relationship counselor?" well look no further!

Angel Dust notices Alastor going out often and asks him what he was up to during those outings. Alastor declines in answering, but Niffty offers to tail him to get to the bottom of it.

Al and Rosie's secret relationship. I really like the idea behind this fic,I only wish it was longer.

1,679 words

Gen Reted

A joke is all it is, at first, well-intentioned but poorly timed, even more poorly executed. She ought to keep her tongue behind her teeth this late into the evening. Or: Rosie indulges Alastor's curiosity.

First kiss! Alastor is curious.

QPR

2,985 words

Rated Teen

Underneath the Smile (RadioRose Series)

Series with Demi-Romantic Al.

An Alastor-centric storyline where Alastor and Rosie fall in love before he is forced to separate from her for seven years. She tries to unravel the mystery of his disappearance while he does everything he can to try to hide his love for her

Alastor doesn't want to waste his time on silly little team-building activities, but when Niffty catches him eavesdropping on the group, she tries to convince him to join them.

2,520 words

Charlie reveals she has a new strategy for fighting the angel exterminators, but Alastor is less than pleased about it. When Charlie asks him how he and Rosie first met, Alastor tells Charlie the story and she confronts him about something he’s been hiding.

3,103 words

Rated Teen

Hope you like them! If you have a recommendation for me please let me know! 💕

HIII CAN U DO VOX X FEM!READER AND THE ONLY ONE BED TROPE THING?? I LOVE UR WORK BTWW🫂🫂

thank you so much, I’m really glad you do! Thanks for the love guys, I’m so sorry I’ve been falling off writing recently but this was kinda fun to write hehe, hope you don’t mind that I put my own spin to it!

mlist. requests.

             ꩜  ﹒     LOVE     HOTEL.   — vox ×   gender   neutral   reader.

wc. 1k. tags.   suggestive ,   mentions  of  fingers  around  sensitive  areas  ,   vox  is  pro  consent  omg  wow  ,   catching  you  almost  naked  ,   making  out  ,   fluff  ,   both  reader  and  vox  being  adorable

“Are you uncomfortable?”

Truly a strange question to ask.

Though, ‘strange’ and ‘Vox’ were never bound for the same sentence. No one would believe you if you’d ever tried to tie Vox down with such a word. No, not when you both laid in a red—or maybe pink, the colors were ever shifting just as the room had been in your slightly drunken state—tinted room.

Sirens wailed in the muffled distance, hell’s white noise slipping through closed windows as you laid on your back in bed. The room’s air conditioning was just starting to seep into your skin now, and when you touch your arm it’s almost electric how you don’t feel cold but your flesh does.

You can taste the stale air when you dampen your lips with a brief swipe of your tongue.

“No, I just … I didn’t think I’d be checking into a love hotel with, well—you, of all people.”

“Ouch.”

“I’m nobody, Vox. And you’re … you’re whatever your audience wants you to be.”

“Alright. This is getting personal,” Vox grunted as he rose from the bed, almost like a dressed corpse coming to life before he disappeared into the bathroom.

“Showering?”

“Mhmm,” he called from beyond the door he left ajar.

Your clothes clung to your previously sweat-slick skin. It had been your time now to sit up as you got up from your bed to change out of your shirt. The robes would have probably done just fine, at least, it wouldn’t retain the smell and memory of the night you spent with a man you’d just met. Oh god, you heard yourself think that as if the night had ended.

Your pants had completely been kicked off to the floor by now as you wandered over to the closet. You caught the brief second of darkness within before the lights flickered to action, presenting you with a pink robe with furry white lapels with hearts that trailed down them.

“Hey have you—”

You turn to your left and freeze up completely. The alcohol in you made a poor attempt at shooting up your system but it didn’t mean that it hadn’t rattled you just as much as the current situation had … oh god.

Vox’s eyes briefly zip down where they shouldn’t, and god, you thanked whoever had clearly possessed this headache-inducing room that you still had your undergarments on but neither of you had been inclined to move.

Finally, you rolled your eyes, then quickly regretted the motion that took your head for a spin before you scoffed.

“Vox. Please.”

“Please what, dear?”

“A love hotel, really?” You finally let out the question held within the grasp of what withered self restraint you had left.

“I called up Vel and Val, the tit fuckers used my house for their stupid dinner party. Said they had a deal to close and my house was apparently the least trashed. And anyway, this is the best love hotel on this side of the pentagram, and …”

Vox’s hand crawled up the closet door where your hand still rested.

He ran the tip of his index finger down your forearm. The faint yet acute touch of his nail guard had you reeling back a shiver you couldn’t let free. You clenched your jaw.

“We did meet at a bar.”

Vox’s eyes had dropped to half-mast now, and it wasn’t as though you hadn’t seen this coming.

“Vox,” you couldn’t help the smile that overtook your complexion. “You’re a handsome guy—”

“Mhmm—”

“But I’m just … not looking for that right now.”

“I know. But I just find it funny that you should say that because … I’m still looking at your incredibly bare body.”

“Underwear.”

“Doesn’t make you any less sexier.”

And you don’t know what came over you in that moment, but your arms crash landed around his neck as you tasted him on your lips, his tongue quick to lap at your mouth as you opened wide for him too.

Your body was too hot on his, his own hardware whirring so loud that you heard it over the moist sounds of your tongues meeting.

Even if you had really thought this over, really, this might have been the worst and best decision you would ever make—worst because you barely know this man and you knew people who smiled for the press were shells of who they once were. Can’t put your tongue into or around something that’s hollow, that’s just wasting time.

But it was the best, because, oh fuck did his fingers feel so goddamn good where they lingered. And he hasn’t even slipped them into your underwear yet.

But you grabbed his wrist at the highest height of your hastened heart and you smiled at him.

“I’m sorry. I can’t.”

Vox looks down at you for a moment, almost as if he’d needed a moment to part with the view before he gave you a little nod.

“Fuck. Okay.”

After you both untangled yourselves from each other, it hadn’t taken very long for you to settle down on the bed, your arms around him as he draped his arms around you as well, adjusting your duvets to cover you up nicely as he rubbed your shoulders.

“You cold?”

“No. You?”

“I’m just fine. You keep me overheating, you know.”

“Oh, Vox, you have such a way with words!” You dramaticized, and you chuckled almost like a small child but his shoulders shook as he joined you.

“Fuck you. It wouldn’t have been bad if we fucked.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I don’t kiss and tell, sweetheart.”

“Of course not. Vox shooting his load in sinner trash? Oh god, what will the papers say?” You had begun to think you were getting too good at this.

“Oh, darling.”

Vox’s hands left your body only to arrive at your chin as he angled it to face him.

“You’re not sinner trash.”

“Is that so?”

“My dear if the exterminations rained down today, they would have taken you back.”

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