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They’re coworkers, kind of. Friends, maybe. Something more? Neither of them’s sure—not yet.
Between the noise, the burnout, and all the things they aren’t ready to talk about, Travis and Ethan stumble into something gentler than either of them expected. It’s not simple. It’s not clean. But it’s real.
A story about healing in small moments, learning how to be safe with someone else, and figuring out what love looks like when nobody taught you how.
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The Hotel attracts attention from surprising places in an unexpected way.
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One anchor’s ego, one eel’s mouth, and ten minutes on the clock. Live at noon.
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Velvette’s falling apart, literally.
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A dumb fight, a stressful shoot, and a make-up gift that shouldn’t exist.
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A small, sepia colored Vox has just arrived in Hell. He’s mute and can only speak through title cards like in silent movies. Alastor is fascinated to meet him, but because Vox can only speak through text on a screen, they have a misunderstanding. Alastor thinks he paid Vox to play the trumpet for him. He actually paid Vox for a blowjob.
Alastor is driven mad when Vox is completely silent the entire time, and not just his voice. Even sound effects— “(Slurp!)” — have to be written out on his screen.
Kind of cracky fic inspired by the newly discovered 2013 “lil guy” “cockroach” “vintage” Vox design. Silly, smutty humor fic.
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26 Aug 2025
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"Well, that's the last of our logistics. I have just one more thing to say, I'll be taking a few personal days at the end of the month-"
"Wait, what?" Velvette piped up. Her face emerged from behind her phone to stare at Vox. Val couldn't blame her, he was feeling a little stupefied himself.
Vox glared back at her and continued on. "-And, Jessica and Will will be taking over for me in the meantime."
"Fucking what? You, Hell's worst control freak, is going on a little 'holiday'," Velvette raised her fingers in little air quotes, "and leaving his assistants in charge of his company?" she snorted derisively and set her phone down. "I call fucking bullshit."
"She's right, Voxxy. We've been partners for forty years and not once have you ever taken a day off," Val chimed in.
Vox sighed and a hand came to rub at his screen between his eyes.
"At most, I will be gone for five days. I am trusting you to not run this company into the ground during that time," he said, taking turns to stare at each of them.
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16 Aug 2025
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“‘Religion is the sigh of the oppressed creature, the heart of a heartless world, and the soul of soulless conditions’,” Angel intoned. “‘It is the opium of the people’.”
Valentino perked up, craning over Angel’s shoulder to peer at the page. “Opium?”
Vox almost screamed. “NO. No opium. There is no opium. Angel, go home.”
Angel snickered, shutting the book. “Alright, big boss. See ya tomorrow, Val.” He gave Val a lingering kiss before hopping to his feet and sauntering out.
As soon as the door clicked shut, Vox whirled on Val. “I spent all day trapped in my office, filling out anger management worksheets with the princess of Hell, and you’re down here letting that whore read you Marxist bedtime stories?!”
Or: Charlie unionizes Voxtek, the fic.
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24 Apr 2025
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Eeliot finds himself drafted into helping Travis with a job for Valentino and Vox. He's reassured that it's nothing too complicated, but he soon finds out that that's not entirely true. Can he keep his cool when he finds himself in over his head?
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24 Oct 2024
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“I will not hook up with Travis tonight.”
Eeliot readjusted his headset as he left the bathroom, breathing in the delicate aroma of Valentino’s smoke as it swirled around the party. Travis was already standing at the bar, one foot tapping against the floor to the music. He collected two shots from the bartender, bringing one to his lips while he cradled the other between his fingers. The alcohol was dark red with a cranberry resting at the bottom of the glass. Travis split the fruit with his teeth, scarlet juice gracing his lips with a slight bloom. Eeliot guessed he’d ordered cranberry cookie shots, desiring a taste of sweetness after a bitter day. Amaretto slipped easily down the throat. There was a gentleness to the way Travis traced the second shot’s rim with his finger as it sat on the bar, his eyes darting across the room in search of a familiar face. Eeliot rushed into the crowd.
He needed a drink, but he refused to take that shot.
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Eeliot and Travis have a situationship that is further complicated by their boss' distaste of them being together. Neither of them know how deep their feelings go or how much they keep hidden from each other.
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07 Oct 2024