#fashionspear

Royal au/Witch au, where Vox is the royal advisor of the king, Lucifer, and Alastor is a witch. The princess is, of course, Charlie and Lilith is the queen (also secretly a witch).

One sunny day as Vox is prancing around, riding his horse, Shockwave, he sees the head of the guards, Adam, pick up this short twink by the scruff and yell that he found a witch. Something about the man drew him in. He has a bit of back and forth with him ("And how do you know he's a witch?" "No man has a waist that tiny." "Fair."), and then Alastor is thrown into the dungeon. He screams and kicks and spits and ragebaits everyone he comes in contact with, and it only makes the advisor want him more.

Anyway! Because miss sunshine princess believes everyone deserves a chance, she drags her parents down (and Vox, cause hes essential. He does nothing) to meet the new prisoner and maybe find a way to prove his innocence. That goes about as well as you'd expect it to go. Alastor manages to singlehandedly offend both the king and the queen, make Charlie cry, and embarass the guards around them. He has some serious skills.

The royals filter out of the room, determined to execute him, and that leaves Alastor and Vox alone. Vox finally lets out the laugh hes been holding back since Alastor asked Lucifer how tall he wished he was, and Al's attention is suddenly on him, curious. He's easy to ragebait but he shoots right back with a comeback of his own. He talks a lot. Like, a loooot. It's okay, Alastor enjoys hearing his voice for some reason.

Their time is cut short by a guard coming to lead vox back, as he has to close the dungeon cause it's night, and Vox says smth like "See you tomorrow!" And Alastor reminds him he's gonna die unless a big, strong, manly advisor manages to find a way to save him...?

Vox is so fucking stupid, he thinks as he loads Alastor on the back of his horse, tied up with holy rope (cause yk, witch), gagged and glaring daggers at him.

And so their journey starts. Alastor wants to go home, Vincent...isn't sure. He thought he knew what he wanted, but every day this annoying little bastard proves him he doesn't. He talks. A lot. More than Vincent ever thought someone was capable of talking. Voxs helmet is big on him so whenever vox wants to annoy him or make him shut up he places it on his head and watches him struggle to take it off without hands. It's like putting tape on your cat and watching them struggle.