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Trace My Scars and Tell Me How You Got Yours by yaboymadcow
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
26 Jan 2026
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“You,” Vox murmured. “It’s always you, Al. In everything that’s a part of me, there’s always you. In my scars. In my clothes. In my heart. No one else could do that. You wouldn’t let them and I wouldn’t want them to.” The muscles of his back were tense, skin stretched taut over the bones and ligaments. “You’re a parasite I never want to get rid of. I want my blood on your claws. I want the reminders of you in the things I do. I want you to stay, even if it means us fighting like stray cats. I want you to know my heart because I put it on my sleeve for you. I want…you.” He looked up to the ceiling, as if trying to see the stars. As if they would have the answers he so desperately sought. “Is there some part of you that wants me, too?”
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“I wanted to marry you,” he admitted, tipping back his head. “The ring I wanted to give you one day was a gold band with a ruby gemstone. The wedding would’ve been extravagant. But it wasn’t the ring or the wedding that I wanted. It was waking up next to you, seeing that gentle smile that really reached your eyes. It was curling up with you in the dead of night while you read some stupid book I never bothered to learn the title of. It was cooking dinner together with you making fun of my inexperience in the kitchen. It was finally knowing that you were mine and I was yours.”
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A bar rejection re-write. Alastor and Vox come to an agreement. Partners by day, dog and master by night. The ‘partners’ part of the agreement never seems to happen, but Alastor’s growing fondness and possessiveness over his dog and Vox’s obsessive devotion are keeping the relationship afloat, for now.
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"Thank you for hurting me, sir."
“Oh, you’re welcome, pet,” Alastor says. He pets over Vox’s head. “Aren’t you lucky? To have someone so dedicated to caring for you?”
Vox nods eagerly. Sometimes when he gets hurt it’s for correction. When he doesn’t listen or move quickly enough. When he fails to describe the pain properly, or when he doesn’t cry how Alastor wants. But other times it’s just for Alastor’s fun.
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Vox is such a lucky lapdog. He's so grateful Alastor owns his soul.
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- Part 1 of lapdog vox
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Alastor leans forward. “What do we say when we want something?”
“Please, sir?" Vox asks. "Please can I eat?”
“How would you do so with your hands tied? I don’t see a dog bowl for you to eat from, either.”
“Please let me eat from your hand, sir.”
“Oh, alright,” Alastor says. He’s smiling. “I suppose you’ve earned it.”
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Vox gets a reward, but it quickly turns sour when he forgets who's in charge.
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- Part 2 of lapdog vox
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Overlord Vox, established member (read: leader) of the Vees, is kind of obsessed with this guy that's been catching a lot of media attention up top! What can he say? He really appreciates an artist! But when he finds out that his favorite true crime podcaster has been knocked off the mortal coil, the irony is just too much!
He knows what they say about meeting your heroes, but…simping for serial killers, it’s not like the guy ended up in heaven, so what’s truly stopping Vox from rolling out the red carpet and giving a warm welcome to the one newcomer to hell that really deserves it?
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“Oh my God, look who finally decided to pick up! I didn't know you were so busy,” Vincent drawled in a mocking tone as he continued, “You better have a good fucking excuse or you'll see what I'll do to you the next time I see you.”
And when there was no response, only silence, Vincent felt himself losing it.
“So you're gonna keep silent like some idiot?”
Again, no response.
He snorted, “Fine, suit yourself, then! It's not like you ever were anything other than an idiot, after all. Why am I even putting up with you is a fucking mystery in itself. I can't wait to find someone way smarter to replace you. I’ll do it in a fucking jiffy, I promise you this.”
More silence.
Vincent started thinking that maybe, just maybe something was wrong.
But before he could even slightly furrow his brows in concern, he heard a way too calm voice that in no way belonged to his assistant;
“What did you just say to me?”
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Or: Alastor pays Vincent visit at work after a small misunderstanding.