The Collectors Edition

𐔌՞. like father like son ⋮ vox x shark!reader .՞𐦯

You jolt upright in bed, blinking hard to clear the weight of sleep from your eyes. You have to get ready for work: drag bodies off the streets of Hell to feed demonic fish. Charming job, really.

Before you can even stretch, an arm tightens like a cable around your waist, sluggishly trying to pull you back into the warm tangle of blankets.

“Down,” Static crackles low against your skin as Vox mumbles, voice dipped in that bassy rumble he only has in the morning, “Come back.”

“Vox,” you groan, rubbing your face. “I have to get ready, Shock.wav—”

A short, irritated yell bursts out of you as he drags you back with more force than necessary. Vox immediately tucks himself against your sternum (i know he cant do that cause of his screen leave me ALONE—) like you’re his personal charging station.

One hand glides down to rub the base of your back where your fin meets your spine, thumb rubbing slow, circular pressure right where he knows it makes you melt.

“Shock.wav can survive his dinner being late for an hour or two,” he grumbles.

“You know he throws a fit if I’m not on time,” You try to sound stern, but you’re already relaxing, tail wrapping around his legs with a mind of its own. “Last time he sent you a whole chain of angry emojis because you kept me late. And that one gif. The dramatic one.”

“He’s spoiled,” Vox declares into your skin, squeezing you tighter. “A complete brat— OW, what the fuck?!”

Your palm smacks his chest with satisfying volume. Your tail uncurls and thumps against the mattress like a reprimand. “You’re exactly the same,” you say, narrowing your eyes. "The exact same brand of dramatic, needy, impossible—”

Vox gasps theatrically. “I take deep offense. I am dignified. Elegant. Revered—”

“You are a grown demon who sulks when I don’t give you attention for five minutes.”

“Oh, look at that,” he says flatly, a crossed sound symbol showing on his screen “Suddenly I’m deaf.”

What he doesn’t expect is shock.wav to be an absolute mamma’s boy, always trying to get your attention and even stealing you away from Vox when he’s back from a long day of work. Any time he addresses it to you, you just chide him because how could he be jealous of ‘our son’.

GUYS!

Look closely at the finale fight scene….

Guess who’s got hooves!?

Yall see the cleft? Not his typical Cap toe Oxfords!

(For comparison) ⬇️

Real.

Genuine.

Hoovsies!!! 💕

Canon confirmed!

I had to draw their human forms too at some point (I keep giving them such a height difference on accident…)