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Warning: This fic contains some major Woolhaven spoilers
Narinder is jealous and The Lamb is too dense to realize
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To Vincent Whittman, it was the perfect night for a murder. Unbeknownst to him, another killer had an eye on his target.
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Radiostatic Meet-Cute Extravaganza!!
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06 Dec 2025
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In 1955, a repressed Vincent Whittman has done some thinking and decided he'd like to try sex with a man, just to see how it is. While in San Fransisco, he runs into his old friend Alastor on a "hunting trip." The two agree that it could be mutually beneficial if Vincent's sexual experimentation is killed for sport immediately after, since dead men can't force people out of the closet.
Given Vincent's type in men, Alastor's type in murder, and a penchant the two men share for blood, their plan goes a little off the rails.
“What are you staring at?” Vincent asked.
“The blood,” Alastor said. “It’s— the blood looks very striking against your skin.”Series
- Part 2 of Sharks in the Night
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04 Dec 2025
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Vincent had one job, travel with his stupidly in love co-worker, be nice and get some producers to invest time exhibiting shows from his company in New Orleans, relax at night with some girls and go back to his new small fortune he unapologetically inherited after his father's strangely violent passing.
Nothing could go wrong. Except everything did, and now he was alone in the swamp with this pretty psychopath and he was licking his lips like Vincent was about to become his new supper.
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01 Dec 2025
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It’s Kind Of Making Me Wet (oh!) by starnocean for simpletiefling
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
30 Nov 2025
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“Oh, Alastor…” he purred. “You sayin’ all that like I’m supposed to be ashamed.” A glitch curled the edges of his voice again, soft and silky. “You don’t want me to stop watching you. Don’t wanna be left alone in that pretty little head, do you?”
Alastor’s hands dropped to his lap. His spine stayed straight, ever the proud little puppet he was, but the tension in his shoulders lessened ever so slightly, and his ever-present grin pressed into a thin line as he glanced away from Vox’s stare.
The quiet returned.
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01 Dec 2025