Vox, Valentino, and Angel with Moth! Reader
You were a sunset moth, wings black on the outside with gorgeous rays of rainbows on the inside
Initially he wasn’t the biggest fan of having a constant reminder of Valentino as his right hand assistant
You were pretty calm, and honestly very laid-back with your emotions
You did what you were told and he liked that about you
Look- living in hell was hard and you needed a job, and you planned on keeping it
I like to think that moth demons usually keep their wings concealed in a similar way that Val does
So whether you use it as a coat, cape, skirt, dress? Vox doesn’t think too much of it at first
He was in a relationship with Valentino and even he hadn’t seen them all too much
Though little did he know that was the key to your emotions
One time, you were walking alongside Vox, updating him on his schedule and marking off any meetings he wished to cancel
But this dumb bitch kept interrupting you
It wasn’t uncommon for paparazzi to crowd at Vox- he was an Overlord, it’s to be expected
But this girl was being a real bitch
So you were quick to whip around, wings flaring and antenna unfurling as you seethed to the woman, nearly clawing her face off as she backed away
Then as she finally left, your wings drooped, but kept out, hanging behind you like a cape as you turned back to Vox, and read off the rest of his schedule
However, the TV headed Overlord wasn’t paying much attention, instead he was much more infatuated with the colorful wings perched on your back
They caught attention, his attention
You were useful, and he needed to take advantage of that
Ever since then Vox brought you around everywhere, which brought even more attention to you
Safe to say, you no longer reminded him of Valentino
Instead, you were the pretty little moth that helped bring more attention to his business
“I still don’t understand why you’re using me as a model,” you muttered, quirking an eyebrow as Vox held and observed your wings, handling them very delicately despite his excitement. “I mean- can’t you use Valentino?”
Vox hummed in reply, bringing his hands away to quickly copy down more commands into his computers, modeling out a robot that took the shape of a moth, a spy tool
“Because you’re wings are better than Val’s,” he quipped, coming back over and gently pressing down onto the base of your wings, the sensitive area just behind your shoulder blade. “And he wouldn’t let me.”
You rolled your eyes, leaning back into his feeling touch with a grumble.
Moth demons aren’t by any means completely rare, and Valentino knew that
It was just that most of them were…bland, lacking in color and any kind of beauty that would bring people to his studio
You were a rosy maple moth, colored bright pinks and yellows and attracting attention wherever you went
Valentino was out in a luxury restaurant with Vox and Velvette, discussing business
And then you came by, prancing in your little uniform as you brought them complimentary drinks since they were Overlords, carefully crafted alcohol each handed to him by one of your three free hands
To say Valentino was interested was an understatement
He purposely took a long time to order just so you could stay by for longer
You were quick and efficient, getting all of their orders correct on the first try,
When you came back you showed off your arm strength, each one holding up their plates high and setting them down with utmost caution before the three of them
Your colors were so bright, so eye-catching
How could Valentino not get you fired just so he could hire you as one of his own?
You were quite easy to catch, trapped up in his little web where you now worked for him
Once you did, he made sure you worked in the most populated bar he owned
You still had no idea just how much Valentino manipulated you, but you aren’t to blame for that
He babied you incredibly, broke you down with strung up hands and then built you back up just to make you trust him even more
He struck your deepest insecurities, manipulating you by taking random girls and boys and making you stand nearby as those cruel demons mocked you
And Valentino would then shoo them away, and baby you
You were never in any films as one of the main characters, (the ones who have sex)
But you were always teased as such, and were actually pasted across many posters of said films
You were photogenic, and Valentino took advantage of this
“‘Greetings sir, welcome to the….the…’ shit,” you sighed as you forgot your lines, bringing out your script from the folds of your wings to glance at it. “Sir I don’t think I’m gonna remember this.”
You looked to Valentino, shifting from where you stood, giving the werewolf actor above you a side glance. He drooled like a madman, some of it even dripping down onto your antenna, making you flinch back.
“You’re doing great, baby,” he called from his director's chair, right leg crossed over his left as he looked at you, pink smoke billowing around him as he gave a toothy smile. “Just improv it.”
You shifted, slightly unsure of just how good you’d be able to ‘improv’ your lines.
“Don’t worry about it too much,” he insisted, standing up and slowly striding over to you, resting one of his hands on your shoulder as you followed him with your gaze. “No one’s watching the dialogue, right? They just want to see this.”
He ran one of his free hands down the shape of your wings, making you shudder lightly, antenna unfurling and twitching high up into the air.
“So just say whatever, okay?”
You nodded slowly, blushing hardly as he held your waist and shoulders with his much larger hands, leaning down and pecking a gentle kiss on your cheek before returning to his chair.
Out of the three, he probably took the longest to trust you
Not only did you work for Valentino, but you also happened to be the same species of demon
You were an atlas moth, with colors reminiscent of cinnamon
And you were a camera man/woman
So you and Angel often were in the same room during shoots
He didn’t resent you- it just took him a while to convince him that you weren’t gonna hurt him
In-between takes you would skitter forward and quickly fix up his hair and makeup,
Unlike a lot of the other workers, your touch was gentle and caring, gently running your clawed hands through his hair, and dabbing a brush across his cheekbones to fix up the color
Slowly but surely, you began to hang out outside of work
One time- you spotted him in a bar with Cherri (who wasn’t the fondest of you)
You came over, offering to buy drinks
At first, Angel was very cautious, watching how you handled their drinks,
Then- that one dreadful night, where Valentino was in the same bar
Angel had rushed forward to protect Niffty, where the moth Overlord looked down at Angel with a sickly sadism
But before Valentino could continue his taunting- and getting Angel to snap- you spoke up from the crowd
“Valentino,” you began, catching your boss’ attention. “Leave him alone, he’s off the clock so just drop it
For a long moment, Angel looked at you like you were fucking insane- but you stood your ground
And after a long moment, Valentino sighed- grumbling to himself before finally backing off.
Angel paused for a long moment, before you came over to Angel, taking one of his free hands and helping him to his feet.
“Are you okay?”you asked, voice soft and sweet as you looked to him in concern
Angel took a moment too long to respond, instead looking at you in a mixture of confusion and adoration
“Val’s such an asshole, come on, let’s get back to your friends,” you offered, holding out a hand to him, and yet you didn’t take it by force.
You were lucky Angel didn’t completely malfunction that day
After that one moment, you became Angel’s one and only work friend
He loved Husk, Cherri, and Charlie- but you were different
You knew what it was like
After you two started hanging out more, he began to notice the little things about you
How you would chirp or squeak whenever he ran his hands along the bridge or base of your wings- apparently it felt good because it was hard to scratch and care for back there
Oh- and your antenna, you had special little brushes for them, and Angel loved them to bits- touching them, brushing, petting- all of the above
You were his work friend- his only one
“Ugh-” Angel groaned as he stumbled into your room, plopping down onto your fluffy and thick blankets, rubbing some of his makeup onto your pillows as you followed him inside.
“Just relax Angie,” you eased, crawling onto the bed beside him, fours hands planted on either side as you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his back. “He’s not here.”
Angel whined in reply, to which you picked up Angel by the waist, sitting him upright before using your low set of hands to gently massage the sore areas along his back and sides
Angel let out a low groan, easing into your touch to which you look to him in mild amusement.
“Thanks, dollface, really,” he managed to get out, smiling and reaching back to hold your face affectionately. “This feels amazing.”
“Just relax, Angie, and let go.”
