Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Alastor still hadn't sent him away. He should; he couldn't stand the way Vox had been looking at him ever since he'd accepted the deal. Expectantly. Hopefully. Like he thought Alastor was actually going to give him what he wanted, when he'd already given more than he ever thought he could.
What to do with a soul you never particularly wanted in the first place?
Written for Day 1 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 1 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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"I thought you'd just called in a favour, but you…" she trailed off, smile fading a little. "You own Vox, don't you?"
He blinked at her, eyes wide and neck snapping to the side. "I'm an overlord, sweetheart, or had you somehow forgotten?"
Charlie comes to an uncomfortable realisation.
Written for Day 2 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 2 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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It would be easier, Vox knew, if Alastor was a complete asshole all of the time.
Unfortunately, he still had his moments. Moments that reminded Vox why he'd ended up in this humiliating situation to begin with; why even now he still put up with all of Alastor's shit.
Vox and Alastor spend an evening together.
Written for Day 3 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 3 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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It'd been a long time since Husk had bothered to keep track of everyone who came through the casino's doors. Business was booming, and he had better shit to be doing than memorising nobodies. Still, he was always aware of anyone who actually mattered. Overlords, hotshot celebrities, up-and-coming sinners, cheaters looking to fleece him—you name it.
And then there was Alastor's guy.
A familiar face turns up at Husk's casino.
Written for day 4 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 4 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Vox shot him a bitter look before giving a resigned shrug. "What's your point?"
Admittedly Husk'd had his suspicions, but Alastor was, well… Alastor. Still, it was feeling increasingly like he was giving Hell's most fucked up marriage counselling to a neglected wife. Was that what this was about? Really?
Also written for day 4 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 5 of Bartender Vox Week 2026
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Oh, fuck, maybe he was already fucking dead because somehow Alastor was carrying him, arms warm and wiry and gripping him so tightly it hurt, a brief, sharp anchor to the present before everything rapidly faded into oblivion.
There were worse ways to go, Vox supposed.
Written for day 5 of Bartender Vox Week.
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- Part 6 of Bartender Vox Week 2026