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shadebloopnik · 2 months

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Unrequited/One-sided Radioapple but it isn't treated like an angsty end of the world thing.

Imagine they slowly get closer after all the banters, and eventually becoming close friends. Lucifer ends up catching feelings for him, and after a long while, decides to confess and ask Alastor if he felt the same.

Alastor admittedly does not feel the same.

He's getting uncomfortable, struggling to keep his composure because he's DONE this before. He KNOWS how this ends. He remembers Vox and all his insistent declarations of affection and desperate pleas for Alastor to reciprocate; the possessive entitlement. He remembers how all those sickly sweet words morphed into something venomous when he didn't give the lowlife what he wanted. He remembers the anger, the ridiculous notion that it was Alastor's fault why he was so mad, that Alastor led him on and that he obviously deserved something in payment for it all-

So yes, Alastor knows how this ends.

It doesn't mean he isn't disappointed though, because he actually LIKES Lucifer, far more than he ever did Vox. Perhaps not in the way the king might have wanted, but he did. He treasured their little talks, their drinking sessions, their shared love for their instruments, Lucifers singing, their little duets, the banter, the playful jabs, the sparring.

He'd even slowly grown accustomed to the other's touches, not feeling the same surge of disgust and discomfort whenever the shorter man would grab at his arm in excitement, forgetting his usual thoughtfulness of Alastor's touch aversion for the short moment of whatever distracted him. Alastor even enjoyed it at times, relaxing at the feel of soft feathers beneath his claws, or the sensation of gentle scratches against his ears.

Difficult as it was to admit, Alastor had grown to care for the angel, the same way he had for Rosie orv Mimzy.

But no matter how fond Alastor was of Lucifer, it didn't change the fact that he didn't feel the same way romantically, or even sexually. No way in the 7 rings of Hell was he going to lie to Lucifer about either, not going to even entertain the idea of pretending he reciprocated for Lucifer's sake. He respected his friend too much for that.

So a clear, direct rejection it is. It was a shame, but nothing could be done. He said his piece concisely, and waited, shoulders set, back straight, smile and eyes a careful blank canvas as he prepared for the inevitable.

Lucifer nodded, a normal soft smile still in place, "Thank you for your answer, it means a lot."

Which......what? Alastor expected an outburst, or at the very least sharp words.

What he did NOT expect was....acceptance? And not just that but, a happy one? Contentment?????

"You're....alright with that?", he had to ask, he had to. Lucifer was clearly just very good at masking his upset.

But the damn angel just smiled?? And it didn't even look fake, just as bright and soft as his normal smiles, albeit a little confused?? Lucifer smiled at him, his brows furrowing in a bit of confused disbelief, as though Alastor is being the weird one here.

"Uhh, yeah??? Why wouldn't I be??? Yeah I may have some feelings for you but its not like you're obligated to feel the same. Above anything else, we're friends first and foremost and i'm alright with that..."

Then he seemed to have reached his own little conclusion as his words trailed off, because suddenly Lucifer's eyes widened in realization of something, and his words picking up with a sense of panicked urgency.

Alastor would really like to know what Lucifer's supposed realization was about himself because he had absolutely no clue.

"I mean, we ARE still friends right?? I don't- I- I hope this doesn't like- change your opinion of me. You're not- oh gosh I'm not making you uncomfortable am I? I- I won't mention it! You can even forget this whole confession ever happened! We can just go on as before! I don't feel any different or would act any different! Honest! I mean, I don't regret confessing because you deserve to know and I'm not ashamed of my feelings, but I don't want you to be uncomfortable! It doesn't change the way i'll treat you! Or change any aspect of our relationship! I don't even think I like you more as a lover than as a friend! I really, really do love our friendship, it matters more to me than any thoughts of being in a romantic relationship with you! So please just forget it all-"

Alastor let the word vomit wash over him, every word leaving him more confused by the minute.

Because yes, there's the desperation he expected, but...it was more about, convincing Alastor to remain friends?? Reassuring Alastor that nothing has to change?? That their friendship is the most important thing here??

(If anyone asks, no Alastor's heart didn't swell. Only lesser beings would have had the urge to cry, and Alastor is anything but.)

Lucifer is unknowingly reassuring Alastor of every single one of his insecurities about the situation. Because Alastor DID want to remain friends, he cared too much about the man to let it go so easily. It was rare to find people who treasure friendships above romantic relationships.

"I don't tend to forget easily, nor will I forget this one in particular.", he spoke, finally finding his voice. At Lucifer's defeated, pained expression( is their friendship really that important to him?), he continued. "But....yes. I'd like that.. To remain...friends."

He didn't often say the word out loud, being comfortable enough with each other that it need not be reassured with the label. But with Lucifer brightening up like his namesake, relief and happiness palpable, Alastor felt no qualms at declaring their friendship out loud.

So life went on as usual. True to his word, Lucifer remained basically the same. The following weeks were a bit stilted for Alastor, as he put some rather painful distance between him and the angel; limiting their interactions, their usual touches.

Anytime now, Lucifer would break and show his true colors, Alastor would think, waiting for the boot to drop. Lucifer would end up angry, and dissatisfied, and that was that.

But it never happened. Lucifer never expressed discomfort when Alastor avoided him, seeming to be understanding of the others need for space. He was just as affectionate as before, though initially a bit held back, as though gauging Alastor's comfort.

Months would pass, and the king never faltered. Their friendship remained strong, if not growing ever closer than before. Alastor found himself even growing more comfortable with the man. Affectionate touches were becoming common, hugs and head pats and cuddles being a welcome thing, with the reassurance that the shorter king would never disrespect his boundaries.

Lucifer seemed genuinely happy about it, despite being clearly told that none of Alastor's actions hinted at anything romantic. In fact, he seemed ecstatic that Alastor was getting more affectionate towards him as a friend. The embarrassment the radio demon felt at having Lucifer basically tear up (no really, he was crying so hard, full on drama sobbing) with joy in front of him was intertwined with the sheer incredulous fondness he felt for the man at that moment.

They were sitting at a couch one night, more than a year passing since that confession. Lucifer was leaning back, resting against the cushions, while Alastor had his head on the smaller one's shoulder, nuzzling at the crook of his neck, legs tucked close to his body. Both had a book in hand, two nearly empty cups of tea on the table in front of them. Every so often, Lucifer would flex his fingers that rested on Alastor's head, running a digit against the other's ear, often prompting the demon to lean into the touch. White wings enveloped the two, blanketing them against the chill of the night.

As Alastor turned the page of his own book, relaxing into the touch of his dearest friend, he wondered how he ever got so lucky in hell.

#this may have gotten away from me lmao #this was supposed to be a rlly short prompt of 'Unrequited love but overbrimming friendship' but instead i typed out this word vomit-#i don't know if im labeling things right here??? this may not look platonic tk others but ig im sort of projecting here #bc i want friendships like this soo badd. i mean this is still platonic right??? this is normal friendship behavior like come onnn #I've been teased about being ace bc of this mindset but i always just go RIGHT this is how friendship works y'all blind😭😭😭#bloopnik writing #bloopnik rambles #radioapple #appleradio #platonic radioapple #platonic relationships #aroace alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor #duckiedeer #unrequited feelings #BUT NOT UNREQUITED LOVE HELL YEA #one sided radiostatic #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH AND ITS BEAUTIFUL #queerplatonic #i think #fic #fanfic #radiosilence

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rubra-wav · 21 days

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I just think it's very very painful irony that Vox - who's updating himself constantly in an attempt to try and stay current due to a fear of being left behind in time - got the most left behind by the man who stubbornly refuses to ever change at all

Figured I'd link my Radiosilence fic as this is getting more traction then I have been lately dhjdjd

#im trying to use queue for the first time so if this posts at a weird time that's why #thought abt this while i was writing my radiosilence fic #radiosilence #radiostatic #voxal #hazbin hotel #vox #Alastor #⟡.Queue

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crappywriterfailing · 17 days

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Reaction Sneak Peak

A little look at my rough draft for some episode 3 part 2 banter.

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llserenell · 1 month

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“It starts with sorry”

Summary: Vox slips up, he finally finds himself confessing after all these years of rivalry. But, It starts with sorry, doesn't it?

Notes: this is an au made by me and my friend, @culssi! If you would like more information, please check out our shared blog, @rftvs-au. All the information, that we could think of, is pinned. :)

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Love me dead:

“I gave you SO MUCH" Vox shouted in the other man's direction, an uncontrollable amount of rage coursing within him as he balled his fist and lunged at him, only just missing as Alastor dodged his attack with a well timed sidestep.

Why was he feeling this anger, this rage? What was the reason behind all these emotions? He felt so enraged, so betrayed. Even after all these years, these feelings refused to leave him.

"You gave me nothing." Alastor bit back with a cold expression, eyes narrowing as he sent a tendril towards Vox, only for the TV demon to teleport out of the way. "Nothing?" Vox practically chuckled out, "NOTHING?!" He repeated, his tone turning twisted and violent, "I gave up everything for you! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" He shouted, his voice glitching and full of emotion as he brought his hands to his chest. "I..did everything i could for you, Alastor." Vox said, his voice threatening to break, "But that.." he chuckled, "that was never enough for you, was it?" Vox asked, looking up to meet the other man's gaze, his expression slightly crazed.

Nothing. Alastor said nothing, standing there with an unreadable expression; his smile remained plastered on his face, his eyes were staring coldly into Vox's, his hands were balled into fists. It was like he wanted to say something, but was holding himself back.

"It wasn't, was it?!" Vox snapped, grabbing hold of Alastor's jacket, "WAS IT?" He exclaimed angrily in hopes to get a response, but still, there was no reply.

For a brief moment, there was silence. Though for the few seconds it lasted, it felt like minutes, hours even! It was ample time to collect himself, to think over things, yet he didn't. He couldn't. All he could feel was this anger, this burning rage as he looked into the eyes of a man he once loved, once cared for. For a split second, Vox's gaze almost softened, his eyes wide as they searched Alastor's face.

“You..." Vox peered into Alastor's eyes, hoping to find a trace of regret, dreading to be heartbroken once more, but there was only a chilling, disdainful glare. "You never really cared for me," he realized, his voice betraying confusion, almost transforming the assertion into a plea for affirmation. "Did you?" he added, a bitter chuckle escaping him as he noticed Alastor's gaze soften slightly.

Electricity sparked from his hands, nails digging into his palms enough to draw blood. "After everything I did for you..." his voice was low, spoken through gritted teeth. "You NEVER CARED!!!" Vox glitched out, a hot pink substance leaking down his screen, eye spiraling as he lunged for Alastor, pinning him to the floor.

Looking down at Alastor, seeing him in such a frustrated state, pinned down like this, it filled Vox with pride, an overwhelming heat rushing down to his groin.

“Fuck, you little bitch…” Vox breathed out, chuckling as he wrapped his hands around Alastor’s neck, slowly digging his claws in.

“You never meant anything to me,” Alastor growled, struggling to get him off, eyebrows knitting together with annoyance. “You ARE nothing.”

Static emitted from his screen, glitching and buffering, his face growing cold as he bared his teeth, raising his fist in a blind fit of rage. "YOU FU-FU-FŲCK-CKING PRICK!!" Vox shouted, delivering hard blows to Alastor’s face repeatedly, immediately feeling a rush of satisfaction wash over him.

He loved the sadistic pleasure he derived from it, yet at the same time, he hated how much he enjoyed it—inflicting pain on someone he once cared for, someone he still cares for. But this rage, this hatred, still coursed through him.

“YOU MEANT THE WORLD TO ME!" His voice was filled with raw emotion, his anger escalating with each word.

Hands grabbed hold of Alastor’s jacket, hoisting him up to meet Vox’s enraged gaze, “YOU MEANT E-ÊVERY-EVERYTHING TO ME!” Vox screamed in Alastor’s face, bringing him to his feet and slamming him into a nearby wall. The only thing keeping him up were Vox’s hands, which digged painfully deep into his arms.

His vision looked blurred, and he could feel the blood trickling down his face. His eyes widened and filled with panic as he was met with bright monitors staring down at him, giant claws digging through his sleeves and into his skin. “I LOVED YOU, ALASTOR!!” Vox shouted, “Vox-“ Alastor spoke with a shaky voice, a cough following shortly after, “I LOVE YOU!!” Vox interrupted, breathing heavily, slowly shifting out of his demon form, his grip on Alastor’s arms loosening as he came to a realisation.

He messed up.

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Yayyyy, I finished the first chapterrr!! I’m sorry for the bad and out of character writing, this is my first fanfic in this fandom and I haven’t watched the show (I’ve only seen some scenes)

There may be mistakes, and I apologise for that, you lot. I’m not the best at writing, but I’m hoping to improve so I can give you all the satisfaction of enjoyment.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter, please comment what you think, what you like, and ways I can improve! I’d love to see your thoughts!

Sorry, I’m terrible at writing 🥲

@venusforfran here’s the finished product, I hope you enjoyyy!!❤️❤️

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booz-lose · 1 month

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Eternal Resonance Part Two

(This is part 2!! Go check out part 1 if you haven't already).

A/N: This is a TK fic. If you're not into that, don't read. || This is probably my longest fan fiction I've ever actually posted. I'm sorry it took so long to finish it, I had writers block and really could not think of anything to write. But anyway, I really hope you enjoy this!!

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"Fine." Vox said in defeat. Vox agreed to make a deal with Alastor. As Alastor smiled wider, his tendrils retreated, and Vox fell to the ground. Alastor offered his hand, and after some hesitation, Vox took it. Surprisingly, it was a normal handshake without any green aura or weird creepy stuff. Right at that moment, the doors behind Alastor swung open.

"Hey, Vox, do you-" Valentino dropped his coffee mug as he saw both Alastor and Vox holding hands. "Vox, what actually fuck are you doing!?" Vox tried to pull away, but Alastor kept a tight hold. "Don't worry, Dear. We just made a simple deal." Val nearly lost his mind. "You.. WHAT!?" He walked over to them, pointing to Alastor. "Why the hell would you make a deal with him??" Alastor had a bit a sas, "Oh, calm down. He still owns his soul." Al said as he walked away. "It seems, though, that I need a visit to the Taylor." He laughed as he disappeared into the shadows.

Valentino yanked Vox by the arm and forcefully ushered him into Vee's office. He threw Vox on the chair and pointed an accusing finger at him. "I can't believe you did this! What were you even thinking!?" Velvette entered the room, stretching her arms, "What's happening?"

"This bitch of an idiot box made a deal with Alastor!" She gasped, "Why would you do that!?" Vox was filled with anger and disappointment in himself. "I had to, okay!? I had no choice! If I didn't he would have killed me!" He said as he slammed his fist on the table and stood up. "I'm going to my room." Is the last thing he said before walking away. Valentino and Velvette just looked at each other.

Vox entered his room and threw himself on the bed. He sighed and thought about what he did... but as he thought, he came up with an idea..

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Alastor had just finished his time at the Taylor. As he was walking, he couldn't stop thinking about what happened just 30 minutes ago.. He said Vox was gonna have an unforgettable experience, not himself... His thoughts got interrupted as he ran into someone. Speak of the Devil...

"Hey, Alastor!" Vox said as he stood not even an inch away from Alastor. Alastor backed up. "Why, hello Dear. What is it that you want?" He said as he fixed his bow tie. "I want to talk." He raised an eyebrow and smiled wide. "Well, if you insist." They both walk over to the nearest bench.

"What is it?" Alastor wanted to get this done quick so he could go back to the hotel. "That deal we made.. yea, uh- all my friends hate me now. I don't know why I even made a deal with you. I should've just said no!" Vox raised his voice. "Well, Dear, if you'd said no, I wouldn't have let you go." He had a point, but Vox didn't care. "I don't care! At least my friends wouldn't hate me!" Alastor's grin grew wider than ever.

"Well, whose fault is that?" Vox froze, turning to Al.

"YOURS! You're the one who wanted to make a deal in the first place!" Alastor just loved to piss Vox off. It was one of his favorite things to do. "You're the one who said yes." He shrugged his shoulders. Vox's head was about to explode. "Well, Dear, I guess it's time I start going," Al said while standing up, "I have a hotel to run!" As he started to walk away, Vox mumbled something,

"Speaking of my friends, they wanted to see you." Vox was hoping Alastor heard him. Al turned his head, "What did you say?"

"I said, my friends wanted to see you." Alastor turned his whole body around and walked back over to Vox. "Alright then, take me to them." Vox smiled wickedly as he led Alastor to the Vee's tower. They quickly hurried into Vox's bedroom, Alastor sat on his bed. "I'll be right back, let me go get the others." Vox walked over to his door, but he locked it instead. He started laughing and turned back over to Al.

"Vox, what are you doing..?" Vox walked over to Alastor and towered over him. "I'm getting revenge you smiley cunt!" He said as he lunged himself onto Al, pinning his arms to the bed.

"Ah! W-what are you- doing!?" Alastor was laying face down as Vox was sitting on top of him. "If you thought you could just torture me and not get Karma, you thought wrong!" Alastor struggled. His microphone was leaning against the nightstand, much too far out of reach.

"Vox, Dear, you know I am much more stronger than you. You are just making things worse!" Vox laughed, watching as the Radio Demon struggled to escape underneath of him. "Oh, you won't be so strong when I'm done with you." Even though Vox tried to be intimidating, it never seemed to work on Alastor.. or so he thought.

"How do you like the taste of your own medicine?" Vox said as he suddenly jabbed his fingers into Alastor's sides. Alastor's body jolted as if it was struck by lightning. "Vox wait-" He slammbed his arms to his sides as Vox's fingers danced on them.

"How does it feel? I'm going to do this for hours! Ha-Ha!" Alastor's ears pinned down and he tried to hold in his laughter. "I-I'm not ticklish!"

"You can't lie yourself out of this one, that's not how this works... remember?" Vox moved up near Al's underarms and he kicked his legs. "I-I am not lyihing!" Vox couldn't help but think about his plan working. He knew this also wouldn't help his fantasies, but he didn't care. He enjoyed this so much.

"Was that a little giggle I heard?" Vox teased, moving his hands lower again. Alastor dug his head into the pillows, trying to hide his face from this scene. No one's ever dared to touch Alastor, yet Vox somehow had the courage to. Vox then had another idea.

"Oh, look at those soft-looking ears you have here~..." Alastor's eyes widened as he heard such words. "No! Vox, I swear to god if you-" Vox cut him off by placing his hands on his ears. His legs were kicking more and he grabbed where Vox's hands were, trying to ply them off.

"NO! VOHOHOX! PlehehAse!!!" Vox couldn't help but laugh. "Ohoho! Did I find your weak spot?" He continued to pet Al's ears everywhere. The base, the top, everywhere.

"You bihihiHtch!" Alastor managed to say in between laughs. "You're gonna pay for that!" Vox teased, petting more at the base of Al's ears. Alastor couldn't hide his laugh anymore. He was maniacal. "Hohoholy shihihit!! Let- me gohohoh! HAHA!" He was weak.

Vox was smiling from.. ear to ear? "Aw, has someone had enough?" Vox teased. Alastor knew he was mimicking him from earlier. "Yehehes!!! P-Pleehehease!!!" Alastor begged. Alastor hadn't been tickled or even touched almost at all since he was alive. When he was a kid, his mother used to play games and have little tickle fights with him. But ever since he arrived in Hell, he never wanted to be involved with a lot of touching. Though, he never really minded it with Rosie..

Vox stopped tickling Alastor to let him breathe. Alastor was still laughing, trying to recover. "I.. hahaha.. get ohohof of meheh!"

"How cute, the big, bad Radio Demon weak and unable to move! How could anyone hate this?" Alastor tried to pick himself up, but he was too weak. Vox wished he had those super cool tendrils to lift Al's arms up. If he did, he would be unstoppable! He then took one of Al's arms and lifted it above his head. Alastor shook his head and yelled "No!" as Vox slowly moved his hand towards his side. As his hand reached his side, Alastor started laughing again. He tried to fold to protect himself, but obviously he couldn't.

As Vox's fingers danced across Alastor's ribs, the room was filled with fits of laughter. The playful scene was interrupted by loud knocks at the door. Vox's hands stopped and his head turned towards the sound.

"Al, quick, hide," Vox whispered urgently, getting off of Al. Alastor was confused, but didn't question it and quickly got under the bed. Vox headed towards the door and unlocked it. He opened it to find Valentino, his tall, creepy figure looming in the doorway.

"What's with all the noise? Are you talking to someone?" Valentino's voice seemed calm, but you could still hear the anger. He stepped into the room, looking around while he took a long drag from his cigarette. "No, Val... I was just-"

Alastor couldn't stop giggling. He tried to keep quiet, holding his hands to his mouth.

Vox looked around too, then remembered he left Al's microphone on the nightstand! He quickly hurried to it and pushed it under the bed. Alastor felt something touch him and he gasped. Vox quietly shushed him and quickly walked away. "There's nothing to worry about, Dear. Everything is just fine! I'm just enjoying myself with some alone time." Valentino shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the door. "If you say so. Bye, Darling~." Is the last thing he said before he walked out. Vox locked the door again and walked to the bed.

"Al, you can come out now." Alastor quickly got out from under the bed. "Dear, you look stressed. Allow me to help!" Vox realized the deep shit he was in, especially now that Al has his microphone.

"Shit."

The rest of that evening, Alastor beat Vox's ass once again, leaving him conquered. No matter how hard Vox tries, his plans always backfire on him. I guess that's a sign to never mess with the Radio Demon.

The End.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #fanfiction #fanfic #tickle fic #vox #radiostatic #radiosilence #cute #one sided radiostatic #hazbin hotel vox #tickle community #part two of two #this is probably really bad

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bapple117 · 2 months

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Might just fuck around and write an entire RadioStatic / RadioSilence fic one day idk. Like one where Al gives into what Vox wants just for some entertainment only to turn around and shatter his dreams 👀 AND SET IT IN THE 80s

I definitely want to do the one-shot I have planned, but URGH!!!! I’m just such a sucker for their dynamic and the potential for ANGST!!

#bapple chats #bapple writes #fic plans #one sided radiostatic #radiostatic #radiosilence #Vox #Alastor #ideas #vox x Alastor #Alastor x Vox #WHO GIVES A SHIT?!#salutations good to be back on the air

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nariaein · 2 months

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Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Hazbin Hotel), Original Characters Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Pining, Soft Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Vox is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor is in Hell for a Reason (Hazbin Hotel), One-Sided Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Devotion, Unrequited Love, Minor Character Death, Murder as a Love Language, Cooking, Light Angst, Ambiguous/Open Ending Summary:

Alastor offers a slice to Vox, who readily tries it. Savory and rich, with an underlayer of cognac.

"Thoughts?"

If Vox didn't like it, he wouldn't lie, but he would never be rude. No, instead, he would propose his own liver to perfect the flavor. Anything Alastor wanted.

or: Vox and Alastor share a meal.

#radiostatic #voxal #staticradio #radiosilence #vox #alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel #hellaverse #my fic #bonus chapter!

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lunchtimebedamned1997 · 11 days

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CHAPTER TWO IS LIVE!

If you didn't catch chapter one of my little radiosilence fic, it has a mini-comic here on my page that I did to bring one bit of the ch.1 climax to life!

I had WAY too much fun with this chapter, and I'm so excited to finally get to share it with all of you! Rosie is always such a delight, and writing Val is more fun than it has any right to be hehe

Hope you all enjoy it <3

#my art #ltbd fanfic #hazbin hotel #radiosilence #radiostatic fanfic #radiostatic #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox #voxval #vox the tv demon #staticmoth #alastor #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #radiosilence fic

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lovethatmakingcoffee · 2 months

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A one shot horny pre Alastor disappearing for seven years fic. For those voxal shippers who are really in deep rn (Like myself)

#Hazbin hotel #Alastor #Vox #Voxal #Radiosilence #Radiostatic #Staticradio #My fic #Fic #The feelings for these two in here may be mutual 😳

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vroomvroomwee · 22 days

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Here's the latest travesty, if anyone wants to read about Radiostatic NOT complicated and NOT sad and how they fix their relationship here's the link <3

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fic #alastor #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #radiosilence #radio silencw #radiostatic

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sh4rksp34r3 · 10 days

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Re-Connection: Chapter One

What if Vox and Alastor's falling out was just a misunderstanding? Chapter one of my fic, also on AO3!

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Vox stood by his nightstand, staring down at it with shaky hands. Letting out a sigh, he pulled the drawer open. In it was a rather vintage-looking radio that he had gotten many years ago just because of Alastor. The radio dented and battered. He could still remember why. It was right after Alastor had rejected Vox's romantic feelings, as well as his offer to join the Vees. Vox had been so . . . so fucking angry. He couldn't believe that the damn bastard would have rejected him, that Alastor didn't hold any mutual feelings toward him at all, and worst of all, decided to fucking cut him off?! And Vox could've sworn he saw a surprised, maybe even hurt look in the Radio Demon's eyes. Ridiculous! They had known each other for years! He was the one who'd always be overly physically affectionate with Vox, who'd given Vox those heartfelt looks, and he thought Vox wouldn't develop any feelings from that?! That night, Vox felt disappointed, angry, torn, and so he threw that fucking radio across the room. Admittedly, he regretted it once he did it. The radio ended up useless, but even so, after all those years, he still kept it. Vox ran his hand along the old piece of junk. With a heavy sigh, he picked up the radio and sat on the edge of the bed, placing it in his lap. He stared down at it, his hands shaky.

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It was quite a while ago. Vox hadn’t even met Velvette yet. He had sat down next to Alastor in the pub the two would often frequent. Letting out a quiet, content sigh, he smiled fondly at him as he put his elbow on the table to support his television head he lay in his hand.

“Hey, Al,” the TV-headed demon greeted. “How are you today?”

Alastor gave Vox a soft, perhaps even genuine, smile. “I’m fine, my dear. Though, you are a few minutes later than usual. Typically you’re the one waiting here first.”The tech demon let out a soft, awkward chuckle. He looked down, and Alastor pushed a drink toward him. “Yeah,” said Vox. “Something came up, but I’m here now! Sorry for making you wait.”

“It’s fine, darling,” Alastor said.

Vox looked at Alastor fondly, taking in all of his features. He stared for a few seconds as Alastor took a long sip of his drink. This was going to be the night. The night Vox would ask his dear friend to join his little group. The night Vox would tell his dear friend about his feelings.

“–llo?” the Radio Demon said, waving a gloved hand in front of Vox’s screen, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Are you alright, dear?” “Wha? Oh, uh, yeah,” Vox muttered. “I’m fine. Blanked out a bit there.”

“Is something on your mind, sweetheart?” asked Alastor, smiling sweetly at his dear friend. Other than Rosie and perhaps a few of his closer lady friends, Vox was one of the only people he smiled genuinely around. One of the only people Alastor would look at so fondly. He placed a hand on Vox’s claw. The contact nearly made him shiver as he tried to conceal how flustered he was simply being around the Radio Demon.

“Well . . .” The deer demon raised an eyebrow. “Yes? Come on, honey. Out with it now.”

“Alastor, I . . .” Vox hesitated. “I love you.” He stared at Vox in surprised silence, so shocked he nearly let his smile falter. The TV-headed demon was speaking much quicker now.

“I- I’m in love with you, Al,” he spat out. “I want us to be more than just friends. And . . . I was wondering if you’d like to join me and Val in a kind of business partnership. It could really benefit the three of us as Overlords! I was thinking of a group name like the Vees, or something if you’re willing to change your name. Vixen, maybe? O-or, if you’re not open to a change of name, which is probably the case, I get it, then maybe AVV? A-Double V? VAV? Or something . . . We’ll figure it out.”

Fuck. Dammit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Vox was panicking as soon as he finished talking. Alastor pulled his hand away from Vox. He did not seem pleased at all. Maybe he just needed to think about it? A dry chuckle from Alastor. Vox had a feeling he was fucked. He was regretting this already. Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut. His feelings were bound to pass anyway, right? In that moment, Vox desperately wished that he could die a second time.

“My dear,” said Alastor, his voice suddenly serious, low, and dark. “Did you really think that I would join your silly team? I always wasn’t much a fan of you associating with that . . . Valentino fellow, but I tolerated it. Joining you, however? Ridiculous! Haha, why, no thank you, darling.”

Vox winced. Why was he suddenly being so harsh? He just asked if he’d like to join his group.

“And as for your pathetic little feelings toward me . . .” the Radio Demon added. “Even more ridiculous, quite really! I didn’t think you’d be this foolish.”

The TV-headed demon didn’t have the heart to respond upon hearing those words. It felt like a knife twisting in his throat. He felt angry, miserable . . .

“I think it’s best if we sever ties.”

What?! He was kidding, right? They’ve known each other fpr so long now. They’ve grown so close. Surely he can’t be so sure about ending their friendship just from that? That’d be stupid! What was Alastor thinking? Why did he look hurt? What did Vox do wrong?!

“A-alastor, no. I-”

“It was . . . a pleasure while it lasted, old friend.”

Vox didn’t want to hear any more from him. He stared blankly as Alastor got up to leave. Was he really doing this? It was just one little confession! Nothing to end an entire fucking friendship that had lasted fucking years!

No . . . no, no , nO , NO! N̷̩̳̝̘̗̭̦͉̫̋͊̾͒͐́͊́͌O̸̪͍̬̳͚̐!̸̛̰̺̟̭̳̼̹͚̲͖̋͊̈̍̔͌͊!!!!

This couldn’t be. Alastor was his first and closest friend in the shithole they called Hell! He couldn’t lose him now! Fuck, no, please, he thought, but Alastor had already left. The TV-headed demon sat there, tears starting to drip down his now glitching screen as he felt his throat tighten. Did he just lose his dearest friend so quickly? Vox felt torn. Dammit! Fucking dammit! Stupid Alastor. He- he’s just a coward, thought Vox. Yeah, that’s right. That damned prick is just a coward who can’t deal with other’s feelings. Vox didn’t need him! He shakily rubbed at his eyes, staring down at his lap. Dammit. Dammit. D̷̡̟̗͕́̕͜ą̴̜̘̓̀̓̀̆͝m̶̖̼͕̞̼͈͈͖͆͐m̸̞͑̈̇̇̈́̎͂͝͠î̶̧̳͍͕͒t̵̥̱̰̱͔̦͕͆̾͂̑!!!

Later that same night, when Vox stormed his way back to his apartment, he immediately went to his bedroom. There it was on the table. A radio. A. Stupid. Fucking. Radio. The only reason he got it all those years ago was because it reminded him of Alastor . . . Stupid Alastor. Stupid prick. Damn coward. Vox hastily grabbed the damn thing. Tears in his eyes and hands shaking, he threw the piece of trash against the wall. It made a huge clunk and broke. The thing was still recognizable as a radio of course, all he did was slam it into the wall, but it was definitely unusable now. He choked back a sob and ran over to the radio and picked it up. Letting out a sigh, he shoved it into a drawer. Vox didn’t want to look at it, but he didn’t want to get rid of it either.

. . .

Fuck. It's been years. Why did Vox still feel these things about Alastor? Despite how much Vox hated that stupid old-timey prick now . . . he still missed what he had with him. His heart still raced at the very thought of the bastard. It was torture. Pure, utter torture. The TV-headed demon let out a defeated sigh. He rolled over to the side of his bed and took his laptop, and decided to look through some of the footage from his drones. A customer here and there, and . . . Alastor?! Fucking Alastor? What the fuck was he doing out so near the Vee Tower? Immediately, Vox put his computer away and sat up. Should he confront him? He should confront him after the old-timey prick fucking humiliated him in that duet, right? Yes, Vox would do just that. He stood up and put his tailcoat back on, then ran out the door.

. . .

Vox walked, hands behind his back, in Alastor's area, as if he wasn't there deliberately. He pretended to coincidentally have come across the Radio Demon. The TV-headed demon smiled at Alastor, it didn't reach his eyes. Alastor looked at Vox, his head tilted to the side curiously as he has that stupid fucking smile on his face. “Why, Vox, darling,” he said, almost innocently. “Hello! What brings you here?”

Vox let out a quiet, annoyed scoff. “Really? Alastor, you're barely any far from my building, you know, the Vee Tower. I think I should be the one asking that question.”

The Radio Demon hummed. “Hmm, I suppose,” he said.

“So?”

He flashed Vox a bright grin. “I was merely taking a walk, darling!”

Vox raised an eyebrow. “Around this area?”

“Why not?” Alastor beamed. “Why are you in this area? Are you following me, dear?”

“Are you deaf? I just told you. It’s extremely close to my living-area-slash-working-headquarters, so I should be the one asking you if you’re following me, but whatever,” Vox said, his voice overflowing with passive aggression.

“Aw, dear, I have no reason to follow you around,” said the Radio Demon in an annoyingly singsong voice. God, Vox just hated the damn guy. “I’m not an obsessive freak like you are, anyway . . .”

The television-headed demon scoffed at this, rolling his eyes. “I am not obsessive, and you’re the freak between the two of us, you weirdo.”

“If that’s what you want to think I suppose,” said Alastor slyly. He thought he was so clever, huh? Stupid bitch. “All of Hell knows otherwise, though!”

Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Annoying. Prick, the tech demon thought, seething with rage as he clenched his sharp cyan teeth. Dammit, Vox despised that old man. He wanted to insult him, as he would have otherwise, but for some reason instead . . .

"Why did you leave me, anyway?!" Vox shouted angrily. Truthfully, he didn't mean for that question to slip out, but he had already asked it so he might as well push further. "What did I do to you for you to decide that we shouldn't be friends anymore! F-fucking coward! Was it because I asked you to join the Vees? Is that it? Were you too much of a pussy to deal with the fact someone fell in love with you?”

Alastor couldn't believe how petty and pathetic Vox was. It had been so many years since Alastor rejected the man and he was still hung up on it? He let out a 'tsk' sound from his mouth as he smiled at his rival with clear disdain. He hummed for a few seconds before replying. Did the TV-headed demon truly think he didn't do anything wrong? Alastor already disliked the fact Vox was working with that . . . thing, Valentino, but the night Vox confessed his feelings to Alastor was the last straw. Alastor had quite hoped Vox would've been different, but he proved otherwise . . . All he wanted was a meaningful, purely platonic relationship. Leave it to the men to disappoint, of course.

"My dear," the Radio Demon started, "Do you truly think you didn't do anything wrong, darling? Was it not your goal to also end our friendship via romance? Ah, you might not have been born one, but you're just like any other man, aren't you? Did you not devalue our friendship? I’m quite sure all you wanted was to have sex with me."

“Wh- I’m sorry, what ?” Vox swallowed, and the realisation hit. "That- that's what this is about?" the TV-headed demon asked. "You thought I didn't value our friendship, that I only saw you for sex or a relationship?"

The Radio Demon hummed again. "It seemed so. After all, were you not the one saying that we should be ‘more than friends’? Was our friendship not enough?" he said, tilting his head at Vox curiously. That was what it seemed like to Alastor, that Vox's only end goal was to get Alastor in the bedroom with him. Manic, staticky laughter came from Vox. The moron! He kept laughing for a few moments with Alastor staring at him with a puzzled smile plastered onto his face as he cocked his head to the side. "What's so funny, dear?"

"You're a fuckin' idiot," said Vox. "I'm an idiot.”

“Personally, I think you're the only idiot between the two of us-”

“Alastor,” the TV-headed demon cut him off. “I did . . . and honestly, I still do . . . value our previous friendship. I would've been fine with staying friends if you just fucking told me! Sex or a relationship wasn’t the only option to me. You could've expressed your concerns instead of fucking leaving me in the dust like that!"

"Pardon? But-" Alastor began to say, but Vox cut him off.

"Alastor. We'd be, especially you, physically affectionate all the time,” Vox said. "Of course I was going to start feeling that way! But I would've been fine with staying friends too . . ."

Alastor looked at him with much confusion. "Really, now?" he asked.

Vox let out a loud, exasperated sigh. “Yes! Yes, you idiot. Augh! I can't believe this. We're both fucking idiots. A-and sure, it would take a bit for me to really accept the fact you rejected me, but we still could've remained friends . . .”

“Is this your desperate attempt at making yourself look good here?”

The television-headed demon sighed, rolling his eyes. “No, shithead. I- hm . . .” He took another moment to think.

“. . . You were scared, weren’t you?” said Vox, a tad quietly.

Ridiculous, the Radio Demon was never scared. He let out a thoughtful hum as he stared past Vox and into the distance. He nodded and let out a soft sigh, looking down. Indeed, Alastor was just a little bit scared when Vox had confessed his feelings, as much as he’d hate to admit it. He was scared and had no idea what to do, so he left. He was scared that Vox didn’t actually value him as a friend, that he only saw their friendship as part of the path to a romance or time in the bedroom.

It left him developing quite a disdain for the television-headed demon. The Radio Demon didn’t always hate modern technology, no. Sure, he was a bit reluctant, but overall quite curious at first! After his falling out with Vox, modern technology only served as a reminder. He truly wished to move on, but escaping completely was impossible, wasn’t it? At least pestering Vox and making him mad was fun. It was entertaining to see the pathetic man get so pissy and start tantruming. Alastor thought it could’ve been his one positive relationship with a man, and when Vox confessed to him, he assumed he was like every other man he’d met, only interested in sex and that their whole relationship was just a scheme to get into the bedroom with him. Perhaps his judgment was wrong. Perhaps . . .

“Look, I . . .” Vox sighed. “Sure, sex might’ve been nice, but that wasn’t at all the reason I confessed. I . . . All I wanted was to be loved. I just wanted to feel loved and valued, and for the first time, I felt like that with you. At first, I assumed that it meant we should take it a step further and become ‘more than friends’ like a lot of people say and do, but . . . who says you can’t feel loved and valued the same in a friendship, right?”

Hm.

“I suppose we are quite foolish, hm?” Alastor muttered. “So, you mean it? You really would have been fine without any romance or sex between you and me?” Vox nodded. “And here I was, thinking you were no different than other men.”

“I- I really didn’t mean to degrade the worth of our previous relationship like that and . . .” Another sigh. “I should have known better. Our friendship was just as valuable as any other type of relationship, I promise. I didn’t mean to devalue it and . . . ” Another sigh. “I’m sorry.”

He muttered a quiet, “Fuck.” Alastor looked at the TV demon curiously. Hm. He let a few moments of silence pass between them. Vox let out a breath, looking down. His hands were shaking.

“So,” the TV Overlord muttered, “do you think maybe . . .”

“That . . . ?”

Vox sighed. “Can we try again? With our whole . . . friendship? I-I really didn't want what you and I had to end, and maybe we can try it again.” Alastor hummed in thought, his hand tightly on his microphone cane. Vox looked at him with a desperate look on his face, like a puppy. The Radio Demon took a moment to consider his offer. Vox was being truthful, at least, he hoped. He could give their friendship another shot, but there was one more thing.

“Ah, perhaps,” the Radio Demon finally spoke. “I suppose we could give it another go, but . . .”

“But . . . ?”

“I'm not a fan of that . . . Valentino fellow you associate with,” Alastor explained. “I'd be . . . willing to try things again with you, but the fact you're so close with such a . . . thing makes me . . . uncomfortable, to say the least. Ah, but I suppose I’ll try to tolerate it, for now. We could give our friendship another chance.” He did still hope Vox would cut ties with the pimp eventually.

Vox's mouth made an “O”, but he seemed satisfied nonetheless. Rather eager, actually. He had really missed Alastor. A lot more than he'd like to admit.

“Really?” the TV-headed demon said, perking up. “You mean it? Can we really try and be friends again?”

Alastor nodded. He couldn't help but give the TV-headed Overlord a somewhat fond smile, less smug and demeaning as he used to. Admittedly, starting things over with the tech-headed demon sounded rather . . . nice, actually. Perhaps it could actually work out! Neither of them could believe what had just happened, or how quickly it could have been resolved. It was a little silly, wasn’t it? But they supposed it was for the better. As much as the two of them would never admit it, they still held some sort of attachment to their previous friendship. Especially Alastor, the poor guy tried to keep it off his mind as much as possible and yet, reminders of their falling out and what he thought it meant were everywhere.

“So,” Vox said, fidgeting with his sharp blue claws. “You think we could go out for coffee later this week . . . ? Tomorrow, maybe?”

The Radio Demon chuckled. “Eager, are we? But of course, darling. I do believe we’ve got a bit of catching up to do, hm?”

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crappywriterfailing · 1 month

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Sneak Peak

Just a little look at my reaction fic and how it's coming along. Imagine, everyone is watching Alastor feasting on the 5 day old deer carcass.

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otsmosis · 16 days

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Rating: Teen and up audiences

Archive warning: No archive warnings apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)

Relationship: Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel)

Characters: Vox (Hazbin Hotel), Valentino (Hazbin Hotel), Velvette (Hazbin Hotel), Alastor (Mentioned).

Additional Tags: One-Sided Alastor/Vox (Hazbin Hotel), radiostatic, radiosilence, vox is still trying to win the break-up, valentino is amused and velvette is done, val and velvette teasing vox for his obvious crush on al, Canon Compliant.

Summary:

With Alastor back in town, Vox isn't particularly keen to see him again at the upcoming overlords meeting, so he tries to rope Valentino into going for him instead. Velvette sees right through him.

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Or: the real reason why Velvette was at the overlords meeting in episode 3 instead of Vox.

#give my first hazbin fic a read~#radiostatic #radiosilence #one sided radiostatic #vox #valentino #velvette #alastor #hazbin hotel #my fics

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booz-lose · 2 months

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Eternal Resonance

Author's Note: This is somewhat a tickle fic, if you're not into that, please scroll. Thank you! =) || I didn't realize there were a few spelling mistakes, sorry!! I fixed them though.

Summary: Vox has always been obsessed with Alastor. One day, Alastor came to fight him, and did something Vox would never forget.

Part 2

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"GODDAMN IT!" The TV yelled while hitting his desk, "Why can't he just be dead already!?" Vox was watching over Alastor who was helping with the hotel.

Vox turned off his TVs and walked out of his office, "I'll just go to bed." During the night, the only thing he could dream of is Alastor. He tossed and turned in his bed, waking up Valentino.

"Vox... Vox!.. VOX!" Val yelled. Vox quickly sat up, his breathing was heavy.

"What!" He looked at Val who had a not-so-impressed look. "You woke me up again with your damn movements!" It was obvious Val had to deal with this every night.

"Sorry, sorry- uh, just keep having the same dream over and over. Val rolled his eyes and went back to bed. The next morning, Vox immediately went into his office and turned on his TVs. He watched Alastor once again, just to see he was... heading his way!?

Shit.

Vox freaked out, "Oh my god, oh my god... Is he wanting to fight again?! What could he want??" Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him. He turned around to see Alastor who was only a couple inches away.

"H-heyyy, Buddy... Uh-" Vox was cut off by Al's tendrils wraping around him, holding him in place. "Al! What are you doing!?"

"I'm giving you another unforgettable experience!" Alastor teased. Vox's eyes grew wide, he could feel the bright pink on his face.

"How'd you even get in here??" Alastor's smile grew bigger, "I have my ways, Dear." Vox's blush spread across his face. He tried his best to escape Al's grasp. As he wiggles around, he doesn't realize Alastor getting closer to him until he sees his feet stop infront of him.

Alastor whispered in Vox's ear, "Lets make a deal..." Vox laughed, "You really think I'm that stupid? Nice try, Smiles." Al's grin grew wider than ever, "Very well then." He shrugged his shoulders and snapped his fingers. His tendrils started to attack Vox... but not in the way Vox thought. He started to giggle as the black tendrils attack his sides.

"T-the hell?!" Vox said between giggles, "whahat are you dohohoing!"

"Like I said, I'm giving you another unforgettable experience!" Al paused for a second, "You didn't want to listen to me, so this is your consequence!" His tendrils moved to Vox's underarms, causing him to laugh even harder.

"By tihihickling meheheh!?" He tried his best to get away. The tendrils moved to his neck. "Well, I didn't really feel like killing, so I made you laugh instead." Vox couldn't help it. This whole scene would just make his fantasies worse.

"Don't think I don't notice when you spy on me." Alastor's sudden words made Vox tense up.. He knew all along?!

"I-I don't knohohow what y-you're tahahahlking abOUT!" Al shook his head, "Don't play dumb, lying will just make things worse." He attacked Vox with more tendrils, now attacking his underarms, sides, neck, AND legs! He was glitching a buffering from the overwhelming sensation.

"STOHOHOHP!!! LEHEHEHT ME GOO!!"

"Aww, has someone had enough?" Al teased once more. Vox tried his best to nod his head. "Well, all you have to do is make one simple deal with me... then I'll let you go!" Alastor smiles wider than before, stopping his tendrils, giving Vox a chance to breathe. His breathing was loud and heavy while still laughing, trying to recover.

After a minute, Vox finally responds...

"Fine."

To Be Continued...

#alastor #hazbin hotel #vox #tickle fic #helluva boss #radiostatic #cute #fanfiction #fanfic #one sided staticradio #radiosilence #onewaybroadcast

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