Staticsilence Stories

(ENG) - A story that attempts to reconstruct the past ● to put together the pieces of the puzzle ● all the pieces available ● while remaining as faithful as possible to what we know. ● Hell is loud. Signals never truly die. And some connections refuse to fade-no matter how much you try to cut them. After death, Alastor and Vox carve their names into Pentagram City in very different ways: one through shadows and radio waves, the other through screens and electric control. They are rivals, opposites, disasters waiting to collide. But before the power, before the hatred, there was something else. Something unfinished. A Tale of Waves and Frequencies follows their story across life, death, and everything in between-through ambition, betrayal, obsession, and the kind of bond that refuses to stay buried. As alliances shift and new players enter the game, both of them try to move on, to replace, to forget. They fail. Spectacularly. Because in Hell, you can destroy the evidence. You can drown the signal. You can even convince yourself you've let go. But some frequencies keep bleeding through the static. And when they do... you either answer- or you break. ✨ Slow-burn / friends to enemies to something worse 📻🎥 All shades of RadioStatic 💔 Angst, obsession, messy emotions 🔥 Power dynamics, rivalry, toxic bonds 🎶 Music-driven narrative

The opposite of love is not hate- it's indifference. Up until now, the feeling of absolute hatred for Vox had not caught up with him. How dare he cry after all of his doings. How dare he believe himself deserving of feeling. Alastor could only hope Valentino would hurt him, but if anybody besides himself dared to harm him, would they meet a wrath deeper than death. One thing Alastor couldn't deny was that if indifference was what he felt towards Vox, he would be dead. He hated Vox so much he couldn't bring himself to kill him, sounds about right huh?" Under the pressure of a doomed love story, Vox decides to erase Alastor- literally. He had nothing but time here, and he had a lucky way to forget so easily. And if all of it burns hotter than hell, Vox has more than just a memory card up his sleeve.

staticapple, radiostatic, staticsilence. THIS IS MY AU IT IS NOT CANON IN THE REAL HAZBIN HOTEL !!! PS. I made this out of boredom. Its not like it would get popular. Also theres no smut. Only fluff because fluff makes me scream and roll around my nonexistent carpet. 🤓🙏

basically vox loves his life or so he thinks

Set in the season two flashback, Alastor and Vox have a small conversation about the future. /// Vox has the heterochromia he had when he was alive, refer to the cover! Crossposted on ao3

•_________________________________________• Alastor and Vox were friends back when they first arrived in hell. But if you asked Alastor he would have said otherwise. The two had been crushing on each other. It was obvious to all the demons around them that they had a thing for each other. But when Vox gained up the courage to tell Alastor, to ask him for a 'partnership' Alastor laughed and rudely declined. Ever since then they have had a rivalry that has lasted over seventy years. They seemed to hate each other. But deep down those old feelings of love for one another still burned bright inside. Can these two find love? Why did Alastor reject Vox if he loved him so dearly? Will they find their happiness? And will their rivalry ever end? Read to find out! •_________________________________________•

What if Alastor was the one to ruin his and Vox's friendship? Because of the feelings he wanted to deny. Also I'm not a good writer so expect small changes in chapter because of edits.

A story where Vox gets hacked and rebooted, causing him to lose memory of a certain individual, now with his obsession of the Radio Demon gone, everyone in the pride ring is questioning why the Media overlord has suddenly lost interest in the Radio Demon, now that he had literally no idea who he is, Alastor plans to reclaim Vox's hatred for him, and finds himself more eager for Vox's attention than he originally intended...

Traditional radio does not rely on television to function... does 𝗵𝗲? It's been a few weeks since... well, that incident with Vox, his very serious threat to heaven and since he had been free. He had now no invisible chains around his neck or having to do what was told by his soul old owner, Rosie. He is still a very powerful overlord, things at the hotel with Charlie have been looking great since more people are registering and it's great!.. Is it? Alastor, the radio demon, cannot sleep, dreams, nightmares haunt him each night, all centralized on 𝗵𝗶𝗺, his biggest nemesis, the television that had owned him for a few days and made his days hell, right, hell. Of course, he will not tell anyone about this, but when Charlie notices his slightly off-behaviour, she advices him to talk to someone, someone of his choice. He first takes this as a joke, but then he realizes the seriousness on her tone when telling him this and how much this could afftect 𝗵𝗶𝗺 But who could he talk to? His soul, his pet, Husk, the bartender. He is the most sane person in the hotel afterall, he has been off after Angel Dust's parting but eh, who cares. Plus, it's not like this dreams with Vox are some big deal.

Vox had lost everything, but with the help of The Morningstars and the others, maybe he could learn to love again.However, The path to redemption is not for the cowardly. !This fanfic switches between Vox, Alastor and Lucifer's POVs!

vox x alastor‼️‼️ radiostatic staticsilece? may implicate huskerdust Warnings -Explicit content -valentino -alastor with a heart -vox with a heart -bad writing and grammar hope you like it❤️ The characters are not mine!