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vox x male!angel!reader x alastor

synopsis > after first meeting you, vox had only one thought: jackpot. however, he didn't take into account that it would apply to more than just money. (pre-season one - ?)

cw > angst, death, kidnapping, valentino, sexual factors, homophobia, violence, cannibalism mentioned, (will prolly add more idk)

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(1) smooth operator

"curiosity killed the cat" is what they say to angels who ask questions. but after sneaking around and hearing word of the exorcism in hell, that cat meant nothing to you. you manage to get through the portal, and soon realize that curiosity had gifted you a new home : hell.

(2) there was that light

first day on the job: fingers crossed hell doesn't hate you!

(3) not enough shade

vox can already see it. hell, his partners saw it. he needs to do something about it. he can't let this get any more substantial.

(4) yours for the taking

the silence from him is insufferable. luckily, a certain overlord knows just the trick to unzip those lips.

(5) but i'm afraid

vox x male!angel!reader x alastor pt5

vox takes the lyrics "love let me sleep tonight on your couch" a little too seriously.

part four masterlist part six

For the past 5 years, Alastor’s life had been less than pleasant in his eyes. Without his recurring broadcasts, his name had slowly faded away, the fear surrounding it doing the same as well.

So seeing an angel casually walking around Hell was bound to pique some curiosity. 

Especially if that angel appeared to be owned by a certain someone. He almost laughed when he heard how Vox reacted with you being hugged. It seemed like he truly never changed from the inside.

It was clear Vox had found another anchor to keep his position from falling. Except this time, he’d found someone’s wings to carry him. 

Wings that could allow him to rise.

“You’re planning something, aren’t you?” Rosie asked skeptically.

The Radio Demon hummed, “How about the next time he comes along, you take a little break. I  can cover for you.”

Rosie placed her hands on her hips, “I’m not going to let you go ruining that poor boy’s relationship if that’s what you’re implying.”

Alastor barked out a laugh, “Nonsense, I know that fool will manage to wreck it on his own. I simply just want to speak with the boy—perhaps he’ll bring some entertainment.”

Sighing, Rosie waved him off. “Do as you please, but when he does come—I’m going to need an update.”

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“You WHAT?” yelled Vox. He jumped from his chair to face Velvette, who didn’t appear to be fazed at all.

“I told him to go out. Take his mind off you and whatever this is,” she said, motioning to Vox.

Vox scowled. “‘This’? The fuck do you mean by ‘This’??”

Velvette stepped forward, her face contorting into a glare. “I’m talking about you being a big fucking baby and going out of your way to ignore the one that’s—Mind you, the whole reason your ratings are up right now!”

Vox grimaced, “I’m not trying—”

Interrupting, Velvette pulled out her phone. “Save it. You and I both know what's going on here—what I’m saying is that you need to start acting fucking normal.” The shorter demon trudged out of Vox’s office, leaving The Media Overlord to his own thoughts.

Vox clenched his fist, feeling his screen starting to warm up. “You don’t know a fucking thing,” he growled.

To make matters worse, he heard the doors to his office open again. Ready to scream at whoever was there to get out, Vox turned his head—

And froze.

You were standing there. Holding a large bouquet of flowers and smiling warmly at him. You tried to radiate confidence, but your wandering eyes said otherwise. 

“Hey, Vox.” 

Your voice was sweet as usual, a trait of yours that somehow made it so, so hard to ignore.

Vox inhaled sharply before he could stop himself. “Hey..”

You took in a deep breath, “I um, I’m sorry if this is a bad time. I’ve just noticed that it’s been kinda awkward between us. Or at least on my side. I-I’m not saying it's your fault, I just wanted to know if there was anything I did to upset you.”

Vox raised a brow. He leaned against his desk, clearing his throat. “Why would I be upset at you?”

A cold chill ran down your back. “I-I, it just feels like you don’t really enjoy being around me. N-Not that you’re supposed to! But ever since the first night, it just feels like something flipped.”

Vox paused, carefully considering his options on how to respond. Thankfully, a solution came to him fairly quickly.

“I apologize if I’ve come across that way, (Name). I’m a very busy man, and a lot has been happening. I would never ignore you intentionally..”

He cast the bait, all he needed now was for you to take it. 

And you ate it up without hesitation.

The tension in your shoulders vanished instantly, “Gosh, I should’ve guessed that!” 

Vox had to stop himself from smirking. This seriously was too easy. 

You huffed. “My, I can’t imagine how much you have to do! If there’s any way I can help, I’d love to do so.”

Grinning, Vox waved you off. “It’s perfectly alright, I’m sure Velvette will figure out some ways to keep you busy enough,” he thought back to their small ‘conversation’. “I heard about that little trip around the city she made you take, how’d that go?”

You perked up, “It was absolutely wonderful! I met so many beautiful people—especially this one lady in Cannibal Town! She actually gave me these flowers; that are for you! And then—” your voice faded into the background after that. While you rambled on and on about the sinners you met, Vox could only hear the thoughts swirling around his brain. His claws scratched deeply into the wood of his desk. 

You met other sinners. Without any of his own supervision. And yeah, he had completely been ignoring you for the past several weeks, but that never meant he’d stop watching you.

It wasn’t just Velvette that had noticed his odd behavior; all of his employees knew to be careful around you too. 

It became clear to them the morning of your second day. One of the employees: Marc, had been talking about you. Rather loudly, he spoke of seeing Valentino all over you. He mentioned the hug, but threw in other factors to exaggerate. He described the moth pulling you into a deep kiss, wrapping you in his wings. 

“If you ask me, I think he got booted out of heaven. I mean, he’s supposed to be an angel— but the guys’ already hooking up with his boss! Fuckin’ crazy I tell you—like if you’re gonna be a slut you can atleast drop the “I’m so holy and kind” act.”

A separate employee rolled her eyes at him, “Ok and why does this make you so mad?”

Marc scoffed, “Because his whole angel roleplay  somehow managed to get Val in the sheets in less than 24 hours. It just fucking pisses me off.” 

“So you’re just mad that you can't get any dick.” The whole group started to laugh, working him up even more. 

He flipped them all off, “Fuck off, I can get it anytime I want. In fact, after the angels’ done with me tonight—”

None of them realized Vox heard the entire conversation. It wasn’t until Marc got an email from Vox, demanding to see him in his office, that they knew something was wrong. 

They waited, but Marc never came out of Vox’s office. 

But you didn’t know.

You didn’t know anything going on in Vox’s mind. 

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After talking to Vox, everything started to go back to normal. 

Or rather, you stopped obsessing over how you could’ve made him upset, and focused instead on finishing all his work for the day.

During the day, you’d enjoy your time with Velvette and whatever tasks she had you do. But at night, you spent all your time clearing out work that, when combined, would’ve taken forever.

It was boring, and you found yourself dozing off regularly. However, that only motivated you to continue. Once your mind was set on something, it would finish it till the end. So you loaded up on energy drinks, chugging them down whenever you felt slightly tired, ignoring the random twitches you would get while working. 

For the first two days, you acted completely fine. In fact, this had been the most energy you’d felt in a long time. 

And then day three hit. 

You came into the recording studio tumbling, seemingly trying to avoid objects that didn’t exist. A set member asked you a question, and you just stood there staring at him for a minute, before shaking his hand and saying, “Thank you for the TV.”

Vox should’ve been furious—there was no way you’d be able to go on television acting like this.

But internally, he was the opposite. 

From the first night he knew what you were doing. He’d known the moment he’d checked his daily assignments and only saw one. He checked the future days, all having only one assignment.

Did you take him for an idiot? He’d usually have at least ten-plus tasks awaiting him everyday—now all of a sudden he only had one? Most of the time he wouldn’t even do them, his employees would.

And yet, just the thought of confronting you made him recoil. 

Your presence on TV never fell flat, so there was nothing Vox could pick apart to make you stop this rampant workspree. If he were to come up to you, demanding you to stop, it’d look like he’d actually care about your wellbeing.

Something he swore he didn’t care about.

But now he finally got his reason.

Vox stormed up to you. “(Name), what the hell is going on? I can’t have you appearing on TV like this.”

You just stared at Vox, with a set of glazed eyes acting mesmerized by the man, and that stupid smile of yours. “Are you free today?”

Vox was slightly shocked at how you weren't cowering at his fuming presence. “What?” 

You blinked. “Schedule. Check your schedule. You free?”

Vox gripped the sides of his screen. “Are you listening to me at all? For fucks sake, we’re on in five,” he seethed.

“Can I show you something?” you asked, completely deadpan.

Vox grumbled, he knew he wasn’t going to get through to you like this. He was prepared to punch something, but right before he did, he caught another sight of your smile.

Fuck

He shot his director a stern look, “Play some of the backup footage. He can’t go on television like this.”

She nodded and yelled out some orders to the backup crew. 

Vox walked out of the set, not daring to look back. You followed along behind him, and once the two of you were out of anyone’s sight, Vox grabbed your shoulder and forcefully pulled you closer to him. “You can show me whatever it is, but don’t ever think about showing up looking like this ever again. Do you fucking understand?”

Clearly in not your usual headspace, you simply grinned at him. You nodded, and then grabbed Vox’s wrist to lead him towards the roof. 

When you got to the top, a small breeze hit the both of you. From the height of Vox’s tower, you could see almost the entirety of Pentagram City.

“(Name) why are we-”

You shushed him boldly and brought him to the edge of the building. You kept a grip on his wrist while pointing out at a street. “Look.”

Vox rolled his eyes, frustrated from this whole ordeal, and from how his heart sped up at your touch. 

Focusing on what you were pointing at, he saw a simple sinner walking. He was grinning for no apparent reason, just happy to be there.

“I met him yesterday,” you murmured. “Said he was a fan of your broadcasts. He reminds me of when I was alive.”

Further down the street, he noticed someone. He ran to her, and the two embraced each other lovingly.  

“Just…thankfully with a better outcome.”

Vox stayed silent. 

“I’d come up here whenever I couldn’t sleep, it's a nice view—oh, that's adorable.” You pointed at a mother and son walking out of a store. The boy held a toy in his hand, beaming while he examined it. His mom watched him with a tender expression.

“I had someone like that in my life once,” you said, voice softer than before. “He’d always check in with me every week. Shaped me into the man I am today.” 

You frowned for a moment as your eyes started to sting. “So it hurt finding out he never made it to heaven.”

Vox shifted, weren’t you just delirious a few moments ago? He’d much rather have you back to that state, considering the odd feeling he got seeing you this way.

Clearing your throat, you returned to smiling. Except this time it was fainter. 

You gazed out, forgetting to point this time. Vox followed your line of sight. Two men were seated together by a fountain, kissing. 

You unconsciously began to fidget with Vox’s sleeve. “It’s kinda funny. For something I wanted so desperately when I was alive to be everywhere now that I’m dead.”

Vox stiffened.

He hated that he knew what you meant.

“I met a lot of people yesterday. Many of the sinners here are still so worthy of experiencing life. Or whatever it’s called when you’re dead. But holy shit, I never realized how much of a gift it was to connect with them,” you said, letting go of Vox’s wrist.

The warmth vanished immediately. His fingers twitched, urging him to retain that comfort. 

Pathetic.

You continued, “To have influence over them, to lead them towards a brighter path. I can see why speaking to the public matters to you,” your hair blew in the wind, giving him a clearer view of all your features.

“Vox, you’re a truly admirable man.”

For a split second, Vox’s screen flickered. The refreshing breeze from before now felt chilling to his core. He had grown immune to praise, because he knew it always came with another string. But then you came into his life. 

It was so hard when it came to you. Your naivety and faith in others should’ve been infuriating to him. He should’ve hated working with you every morning. He should’ve been excited to throw you away once your money-making limit had capped.

But fuck, even just the thought of that was upsetting. 

Vox still had no clue on what to say.

And thankfully, you didn’t care.

“I’m glad I found you,” you quietly mumbled as you began to wobble back and forth.

Vox was honestly surprised you had made it longer than 72 hours without a lick of sleep. So seeing your condition right now wasn’t any surprise.

He just… didn’t know how to feel when his reflexes moved faster than they ever had before. The moment Vox caught you, his system reacted before anything else could. 

The two of you disappeared in a flicker of electricity.

When Vox realized his surroundings, it was getting harder by the minute to ignore the pounding of his heart. 

Especially now that he sat on his couch with your head on his lap.

Vox bit his lip. He was panicking in his head, while also trying to ignore the heat creeping up his neck. He knew that he was enjoying this, and the only way for this feeling to stop was for him to leave you alone.

But Satan, even if he tried he wouldn’t have been able to.

Vox could only stare. 

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You stayed asleep the entire time Vox had you in his lap. 

Which he shamefully tried to make last as long as possible.

He knew it was wrong. He knew this shouldn’t be him. He knew if he kept this up, it’d just get harder and harder to deny the way you made him feel. He hated it so much. 

And yet, he stayed put.

Time seemed to stay still in this moment. After several hours, he slowly started to doze off. Tired, his hands found themselves brushing through your hair. He envisioned himself on a bed, with the ability to look to his left and see your pretty face. His heart warmed, and for the first time in a while, he genuinely smiled.

That’s when he knew something was wrong.

Vox jolted up, immediately bringing his hands to his face. He wanted to scream; break something; fucking do anything. 

But that’d mean he’d wake you. 

So Vox remained still, frustrated to the point of tears because he could only watch you. If he went any farther there would be no coming back. 

He realized once the sun started to rise that you were bound to wake up soon. You started to shift more and more, eyes twitching as well. Vox knew he had to bring you back to your room, or else he’d risk having to explain himself. 

And worse, have to respond to your past conversation with him.

Vox quickly teleported to your room. Your head was still laying in his lap, except with your body now on your bed. You started to stir, and much to Vox’s horror, slightly opened your eyes.

The two of you made eye contact, and before Vox could teleport away, you weakly muttered out something that almost made Vox’s entire system crash.

“..Cute..”

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vox, it's okay that you killed an employee over some gossip! because that's taking initiative-and honestly? that's showing who's boss 😁

in all seriousness, thank you all so much for the support. i cannot express how happy your interaction, especially in the comments, makes me. i appreciate all of you so so much :)

but new song for pt5 been added to the playlist 🤫 🤫 it fits more of the end but uh once i get the chapter out u can guess who’s pov it fits or u can guess rn ✌️✌️

vox x male!angel!reader x alastor pt4

the silence from him is insufferable. luckily, a certain overlord knows just the trick to unzip those lips.

part three masterlist part five

It had only been one day of living in Vee tower, but you had the route to Velvette’s mapped out in your head.

You smiled at those who looked at you, which oddly felt like almost everyone you passed. Brushing it off as nerves, you stepped into an elevator filled with employees mid-conversation. 

With one look at you, they all instantly shut up.

They’re probably just uncomfortable having a stranger overhear their conversation, you thought, silently praying for the ride to end.

Like a hawk, you watched the numbers climb. 

13…17…20… 

What felt like an eternity finally ceased. You expected some relief with the doors opening, but the moment they did, every pair of eyes in the hallway turned toward you.

Instead of just the elevator, you now had the pleasure of walking through a whole room filled with your silent coworkers.

No amount of assurance could convince you this wasn’t about you.

Speedwalking to Velvette’s office, you double-checked everything. From your shoes to your hair, you looked fine. 

So what about you had everyone stopping dead in their tracks?

The sight of Velvette’s doors felt like a mirage. You threw yourself into her room, immediately catching the overlord’s attention.

Velvette raised an eyebrow, “You look terrible.” 

“Yeah, because everyone I see is acting like I’m from another planet!”

She smirked. “You kinda are.”

Stuffing your face into your hands, you groaned. “I know, I know. But nobody batted an eye at me the entire day yesterday!”

Velvette paused, before her expression lit up. 

She threw her head back and laughed, “Oh V, you are so fucking obvious it’s pathetic.”

Confused, you tilted your head. “Are you talking about Vox or Valentino? And what do they have to do with this?”

Velvette rolled her eyes. “Vox.”

You stayed silent, allowing her to continue.

“Don’t tell me you seriously didn’t notice anything last night!? Oh babe, he’s probably having a little temper tantrum about the fact that he couldn’t have you only for himself,” she grinned.

Your stomach flipped, “No, no, no, that definitely is not the reason why. I don’t even—I don’t know what even made you think of that.”

Velvette’s expression grew snarkier by the second. “Don’t deny it. You saw how he kept his eyes on you the entire time. I knew something would come out of Val hugging you, I just didn’t expect him to be this… dramatic.”

She yawned, snapping her fingers to dress you in your usual outfit. Meanwhile, you were still stuck trying to comprehend what she’d even said.

“Maybe it’s some sort of business thing?” you offered weakly. “He probably just wants to maintain a proper image with me.” 

Velvette stared back at you, dumbfounded.

“Are you fucking shitting me?” she snapped. “Business? Hell. You two are perfect for each other. Bunch of denying idiots!”

Despite the urge to ask further, you knew that it wouldn’t end well. Luckily, Velvette had already moved on. 

“Forget about that twat, we need to take our dailies,” she said, lifting her phone. “My followers are going to love them.”

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Just like yesterday, you showed up a little late. 

Except today, Vox was… different.

He didn’t say a word. Not to you, not even to Velvette. One of his film directors stepped in instead, telling you to hurry up. 

You quickly headed to the familiar desk, hoping you could make a quick conversation with Vox to ease your internal stress. You sat down, expecting him to scold you for your punctuality. 

Vox said nothing.

He didn’t even glance your way.

He remained that way until the cameras started to roll. 

During the interview his words felt automated. He had a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, and the moment the cameras shut off, he left. He acted as if you weren't even there.

The next few days continued with the same routine. You would interview with Vox, he’d leave, you’d go help out Velvette. The only words exchanged between you two were planned, and then you’d never see him for the rest of the day.

It got to a point where you’d go out of your way to try and get Vox’s attention. With Ethan, you worked out ways to help the tower: filtering out mail, cleaning up others' messes, and solving conflict between team members. 

You noticed that Vox was a subject your coworkers avoided. When you’d bring him up, they’d shy away from the topic, and get quieter.

The impact of your presence soon became so prominent, even Vox couldn’t fully ignore it. Days of piled up tasks soon only took several hours to complete. He could sense the slight weight off his employee’s shoulders, and had seen more smiles from them in the past week than they ever had in years.

However, they knew to still keep their guard up around him. Vox would ask a question—knowing the obvious answer had something to do with you—but they’d avoid your name. “It was a team effort from us all,” they’d say. 

Vox knew it was bullshit.

Yet, despite all of your contributions, Vox still continued to distance himself from you.

It had been three weeks of torment with Vox’s silence. You tried so desperately to get any reaction out of him, but he wouldn’t budge. The troubling feeling was becoming obsessive; now, the only free time was used to sleep so that you could still function. It got to a point that Velvette woke you up one morning and dragged you outside. 

“Don’t even think about stepping foot in here until night. Here’s a card, go get laid or something. And tomorrow you’re coming with me to a shoot. Satan, I can’t have the only fun one around here turning into a boring bitch,” said Velvette. Before you could even say a word, she swiftly turned and left.

You huffed dramatically. You knew she was right. And honestly, you found her gesture endearing, even if it was only done for her own benefit. 

Being out in Pentagram City didn’t scare you much. You knew Velvette wasn’t an idiot, and she probably had someone watching the cameras to make sure you didn’t get killed. 

In all transparency, Hell really did excite you. There were endless perspectives to discover here, all in their full nature. It was intriguing. 

However, just because you possessed empathy for the sinners of Hell, you still had your own morals, and would never go against them, no matter your location. 

You believed that not everyone here were irredeemable monsters, and the only way to help someone improve was to show them kindness. 

Half of the day was spent getting to know the community around you. 

In your attempts, many flipped you off.

Or threatened you. 

One even tried stabbing you for “looking too happy.”

But, there were moments where it made all those encounters worth it.

You met a shop’s employee, who was skeptical when you offered to help stock up the store. He figured you’d try stealing a box or two, but at least he’d get to stay off his feet, one of them being broken. So when you returned with an empty pile of broken-down cardboard, it was safe to say that he was… pleased.

A few sinners recognized you from TV, and asked for a picture. You complied without hesitation, and posed with the group. 

Before they left, you made sure to ask them for their opinion on places to visit.

One of them spoke up, “You’d LOVE C-Town! The folks down there are sweethearts.”

Your eyes lit up with excitement, not noticing the group giving each other a look. “That sounds wonderful, thank you!”

“My pleasure, just take the trolley two blocks down and you’ll be there in no time. Bye-bye!” the group member said, waving with a smug smile. 

Hurrying towards the trolley, you unfortunately weren't able to notice how the group burst out into laughter the moment you stepped away.

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You weren't sure what town the sinner was referring to, as the driver had not announced a “C-Town” yet. However, the town you were in right now piqued your interest. Its vintage architecture, and residents that all grinned were a treat to see.

The town felt blissful.

Until you watched a man sucking another's organs out. You turned your head instantly, already sick to your stomach. 

So maybe this isn’t the town he suggested.

“We have entered Cannibal Town folks!”

Oh.

“C-Town”.

It didn’t feel good to suspect the sinner’s suggestion to only be a joke played on you. But as you continued to see multiple bodies lying along the streets, it became apparent that it was.

The trolley stopped. You were hesitating to get off, but you knew that if you didn’t, you’d feel an uncomfortable guilt for the rest of the day, prank or not.

Thankfully the stop had a cute little emporium beside it. 

Walking in, you spotted a dainty vase of lilac flowers that grabbed your attention. While admiring the lilacs, a woman’s voice from behind rang out. 

“Is this your first time here dear?” 

You turned to meet a lady dressed nicely. She smiled like the other townsfolk, but the bold hat she wore allowed her to stand out more. Despite your hesitance about the town, she had a kind voice that matched her smile, making you surprisingly at ease.

“Oh, Hello! But yes. I’m (Name), you have a magnificent shop Ma’am.”

“Thank you sweetie. Rosie, and might I say, your name sounds awfully familiar,” she wondered, tilting her head.

“Perhaps you saw me on TV! I started fairly recently, but every morning I do a segment with Vo—um, with my boss.” Your face flushed.

Rosie snapped her fingers. “Yes! Your cute little face has been the talk of the town these past weeks. I mainly get my info from customers, and from how they talk about you, you’ve caused quite a stir.” She winked, believing you’d understand the memo she was trying to convey.

However, the gesture flew right over you. “I do hope it isn’t too negative. I’m still fairly new to Hell, but I would never want to come off as an unlikeable person on television.” You said, nervously smiling.

Rosie laughed at your naivety. “I wouldn’t worry about it sweetie. But tell me, is there anything in particular you’re looking for here?”

You stood there for a moment, wracking your brain on what to say.

Rosie continued. “I’ve got just about anything; whether it's for you, a friend, or… a special someone?”

It was amusing to see you become so rigid and pale at her words.

She laughed once more. “I’ll get the tea ready, take a seat over there darling.”

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Rosie emitted a warmth that coated the entire room. She listened intently, chuckling at parts, frowning at others. As time passed, the air began to soften. The chair beneath you adjusted to feel as if you were sitting on clouds. Tension fell from your shoulders as you talked. 

When you finished, the elegant sinner set her teacup down and gently smiled. “I think he’s afraid.”

Your heart panged. 

“Why… do you think that?” you asked, fingers twiddling with the fabric of your sleeve.

Rosie chuckled, “I’m afraid that's for you to find out my dear.”

You sat speechless, brain flooding with whatever she could mean.

The sinner demon sat up. “Would you care for my advice?”

“Please,” you said, nodding profusely. 

She walked over to a section of the store. “Talk to him. The only way to get that man to talk to you again is by being upfront."

You lowered your gaze to your cup of tea, “You’re…You’re right. I feel like a fool for not just doing that in the first place. It’s just—Somehow, the idea of it scares me.”

Rosie smirked. “I know dear, I know.” 

She returned, holding a bouquet of purple Hydrangeas. “Take these as well. It’s been trouble finding an owner for them—but, I think that problem has been solved.”

You bowed your head, “Thank you Mrs. Rosie,” you grabbed the flowers. “For these, and for listening. Whatever I owe you, I’d love to pay triple.”

The older woman shook her head, “Nonsense. Your presence was a gift in itself. Just, do come again whenever possible? I would love an update.”

Beaming, you nodded. “I promise. It was a pleasure meeting you Mrs. Rosie.”

She waved you off, “You too dear.”

Rosie watched until your figure disappeared down the street.

She cleared her throat, playfully speaking aloud.

“Alastor, it’s awfully rude to eavesdrop”

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hey guys! thank you so much and sorry about the wait. ik this chapter might've been kinda a snooze-fest so i apologize, but i'm excited to write the next one and thank you all so much again for your support!

vox x male!angel!reader x alastor pt3

vox can already see it. hell, his partners saw it. he needs to do something about it. he can't let this get any more substantial.

part two masterlist part four

Walking into Velvette’s room, you should’ve known to be more mindful.

Your knuckles had barely pulled away from the door before a pair of scissors stabbed straight into the wall. 

Velvette shot her head up with a furious expression. 

“Oh,” she paused. “It’s just you.”

You awkwardly chuckled, “Who did you think I was?”

The fashionista sneered, “Fuckass George, or whatever his useless name is,” she ripped a strip of fabric off a nearby mannequin. “He was supposed to model for today’s meeting—but “oh, my girlfriend’s not feeling well”. Who does that fucking cunt think he is? I swear to Satan, if he shows his face here tomorrow and expects to still have a job, I'll feed his ass to V’s pet.”

She grabbed you by the arm to drag you farther into the room. “Put these on. You’re the only one here who wouldn’t look like a steaming pile of horse shit in them.”

Velvette shoved a pair of clothes into your chest before running off to take care of something else. 

You wasted no time in changing into them—and thank Satan you didn’t—because the moment you placed the finishing accessories, Velvette swept you off your feet once more, pulling you towards the elevator.

As it ascended, she stuck her finger up at you. “I do the talking. You stand there and not look ugly. Don’t fuck this up for me.” Her eyes narrowed. “I don’t care what Vox thinks of you; I won’t hesitate to throw you out a window.”

Despite being quite smaller than her partners, Velvette was still able to hold as much—if not, even more intimidation as them.

You nodded, it was no mystery as to why Velvette was taking this so seriously.

The conference room was packed. 

You straightened your posture, making sure every step you took held elegance and manner, an attempt to amplify Velvette’s work.

The investors listened as Velvette divulged deeper into her plans, the only issue being one client speaking out of turn here and there. Other than that, it was going well—until the man took Velvette’s rare tolerance as an invite.

He laughed at one of Velvette’s points, completely cutting her off. “We’ve got some high expectations coming from you, little lady. Don’t we, boys? Say, you don’t think we could,” his eyes dragged over her, “negotiate alternative incentives for being so generous?” 

A few men laughed along, making the room even louder.

Your stomach twisted.

To be so disrespectful when someone was presenting. Someone who had invited you in, only to insinuate sex without any praise for the hard work shown. It was shameful. 

Hell or not, this type of behavior was not accepted in the presenter’s own room. 

You spoke before anyone else could. “Sir, you do realize that out of everyone in the room, you’re the one who should be paying the most attention?”

The man blinked, caught off guard. 

“Your suit, for example: its top button is a different shade than the bottom, and size aswell; you’ve stained it at the bottom, which baffles me because I can still see its tags attached. That either means you were too lazy to care about appearance, or you intended to return it after this.” You tilted your head. “And judging from how your watch doesn’t function at all, I’d assume the second option is the correct one.”

The room was dead silent.

They’d known only of your television presence from earlier, taking you for a timid and weak person. 

Some were amused by your outburst. Some acted insulted, as if they were the ones being ridiculed.

“However, what amazes me the most is that you thought being cocky was the right way to act as someone in your position. You know if it weren't for this meeting, Velvette wouldn’t allow your vile self to get within 10 feet of her.” You paused to put a finger to your chin. “So by proposing that “humorous” deal of yours, you’ve not only just informed everyone here how you’re a cheapskate—you’ve now flooded everyone’s heads with how unfuckable you are.”

He slammed his hands on the table, directing his voice at Velvette. “You gonna let this little brat talk to me like that!?” 

She sneered, “Get the fuck out of here before I decide to make your punishment worse than a few insults. Like,” she shrugged. “Oh, I don’t know; it's not like I’m able to broadcast to thousands in an instant.”

The man growled before storming out of the room. 

Once again, the room was silent.

“Now,” Velvette grinned, “where was I?”

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Velvette flopped onto her couch and huffed. “Tomorrow.” 

You tilted your head in confusion. 

“Once Vox is done playing “Fame Tycoon” with you, I want you to come back down. You’re gonna help me dig up some good shit on that prick.” She sat up, not bothering to hide her pleased smile. 

You beamed, “It would be my absolute pleasure.” 

The two of you held eye contact for a second before snickering to each other.

Velvette lay back down. “Geez, I hate to admit it, but Vox finally had a good idea that didn’t end in a total bore.”

You didn’t respond; the twinkle in your eyes said enough.

The rest of the afternoon went great. You gave Velvette some time to relax while you filed all the documents piled on her desk. Time flew by while you two conversed, and before you knew it, the workday had officially ended.

Velvette had barely finished fussing over your attire when a knock sounded at the door. An employee entered, informing her it was time to leave. She turned her attention back to you, examining your outfit one last time. She was silent for a moment but then gave a hum of satisfaction, clearly pleased with herself.

Once again, you were dressed in another suit, one that strayed farther from what you wore earlier. The colors mimicked Velvette’s exact palette and style, the pants flaring just enough for the correlation to be unmistakable.

Walking down to the limo, the two of you stepped inside—the other Vees already seated. Vox didn’t bother to look up from his phone, and Valentino was distracted by presumably one of his employees. For a moment, you were worried the drive would be terribly awkward. 

Velvette, however, had other plans. 

She leaned in, scrolling through a barrage of videos, offering commentary on each one. She’d sneer at what she deemed “fashion disasters”, scoffing that some people should be embarrassed to show themselves in public at all. When she found something that wasn’t a total loss, she’d huff and dramatically thank Satan that the fashion world hadn’t fallen entirely to amateurs.

Before you realized it, the limo was slowing to a stop. You fidgeted a bit, nervous but excited for what was to come. Sensing your loss of focus, Velvette grabbed your attention once more, showing you a video that had her cackling. 

Its humor had the same effect on you, and soon the entire limo was filled with laughter. It reached a point where neither of you could breathe, just clinging onto each other for support and wheezing.

Vox finally looked up, irritation clear on his face.

Then he really looked at you.

His eyes widened slightly as he took in your clothes—the details unmistakably from Velvette. His jaw tightened. 

He’d seen you helping her out earlier through the cameras but assumed it was nothing more than Velvette pawning off work. He hadn’t expected her to actually enjoy your presence.

You were an angel, for Hell’s sake. Excellent for business, sure—but he expected Velvette to find you dull and irritating. 

Not…this. 

The limo came to a complete stop, cutting off his thoughts. The driver opened the door, and you stepped out first, followed by Valentino and his employee. Velvette moved to follow—only to feel Vox’s clawed hand catch her arm.

They exited together, trailing behind you and Valentino at a deliberate distance. 

Vox cleared his throat, forcing his expression back into something neutral.

“Don’t dress him to match you,” he said flatly. “I don’t feel like dealing with dating rumors this early.”

Velvette smirked. 

“Dating rumors?” she repeated in amusement. “Please. It’d only help his publicity. And since when do you turn down free attention?”

Vox’s screen flickered for a split second before he stabilized himself.

“This isn’t about publicity,” he snapped.

Velvette’s grin widened. “Oh? Funny. Because it sounds like you just don’t want anyone else being associated with him.”

Vox stopped walking.

“Watch it,” he warned, voice low and slightly distorted.

She leaned in, unfazed. “Relax babe. I’m just saying—if anyone’s getting shipped with the angel, it might as well be you. Wouldn't want people getting the wrong idea, right?”

His jaw clenched. “He’s an asset.”

Velvette laughed. “Sure he is.” 

Meanwhile—much to Vox’s dismay—Valentino had refocused his attention onto you. It only took a few steps outside for him to finally get bored of the girl he was using. He threw her to the side and snuck up beside you. 

He grabbed your hand without notice and planted a kiss onto it. “Such a pleasure to meet you, angel. Valentino—though I’m sure you already knew that.”

Your cheeks heated up at how direct he was. Valentino was definitely an intimidating individual. However, he was different from how Vox or Velvette were. With him, it felt insecure. Like one small mistake would put an end to the affection.

Vox watched the entire interaction, his hands unknowingly curling up into a fist. Velvette noticed, amused at how obvious he could be.

The group found themselves seated at a table with a beautiful view. Throughout the entire process, Valentino had showered you endlessly with an array of compliments. 

Vox stayed silent, his eye twitching at every compliment Valentino directed your way. 

As the dinner continued, Valentino kept you occupied. He told you countless stories, exaggerating them to earn a bigger reaction. 

Vox couldn’t stand it. 

When observing the menu, you asked Valentino what he would recommend. He grinned, praising you for your smart decision of asking the “professional”. He flaunted his knowledge of the food, suddenly acting as if he were the Gordon Ramsay of Hell.

“However, my favorite out of all,” he grabbed your hand, gently guiding it to a corner of the menu. “Is the chicken with a sauce made out of fruit and spices. It beats everything here.”

“Yeah, it’s the only thing you’ve ever tried here,” muttered Vox.

Valentino frowned, furrowing his eyebrows. “I don’t only go to dinner with you.”

You noticed the tension between them and tried to change the subject before it could escalate into more. 

“Well, I’m really happy I got to go to dinner with you three. I admire how you’re able to maintain a shared tower, yet still integrate your own individuality into business! I’m curious, how did you guys come up with such an innovative plan for the tower?”

Valentino opened his mouth to speak, only to immediately get cut off by Vox.

“It was sort of like how we met. I bought them drinks and proposed the idea of becoming a team.” Vox reached across to brush his fingers over yours—they lingered for a second before settling as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 

“I’m sure you can guess what happened after that.”

You smiled. “My, so you’ve always been quite the gentleman, haven’t you?”

Valentino butted in, “Careful, you’ll make him blush.” He sent a forced smile towards Vox. “That’s my job.”

You giggled at that, not noticing how Vox began to grip his glass tighter.

As the time continued with you asking questions, Vox would instantly respond—not giving the other two any chance at answering. Throughout the rest of dinner, Vox only kept his eyes on you. Whenever something in the background would grab your attention, he’d find a way to immediately steal it back. Velvette and Valentino gave each other a look, clearly picking up on what was going on.

It continued to be that way all the way until you arrived back at the Vee tower. 

You held your hand out, planning to thank each Vee directly. You shook Vox’s hand, thanking him for answering your curiosities and expressed how you were delighted to know more about him. 

Holding out your hand for Valentino, the moth completely discarded it and instead gave you a hug. He caressed your back while doing so, then pulled back to hold your chin up. “It was an absolute blessing to meet you, mi amor; you’re always welcome, anytime.”

Utterly flustered, you tried to thank him, only for your attempt to come out in incoherent stutters. He laughed and turned his back to you, making his way back to whatever business he had to deal with.

Vox watched the whole interaction, not moving an inch. 

Velvette had already made her way to the elevator. “I don’t do any of that gooey shit!” she yelled.

You giggled, expecting her reaction to be like that. “Guess I’ll just have to tell you tomorrow then. Goodnight!”

She flipped you off right before the doors shut.

You stayed there for a moment in silence, basking in the mix of emotions and events. So much was going through your head that you completely forgot Vox was still there.

“It’s late. Come on,” he said abruptly. 

Without waiting for your response, he began to start walking towards another elevator.

You nodded and hurried to catch up with him. The ride was quiet—too quiet. He kept his stance straight and confident, barely even acknowledging your presence. 

When he led you to your room, you warmly smiled at him, “Goodnight, Vox.”

He paused, still not meeting your gaze.

“Get some rest,” he said, stepping back and abruptly disappearing.

You frowned, so confused as to why Vox was suddenly acting like that. It gave you an unsettling feeling in your stomach; had you done something he took offense to?

Getting ready for bed, you brushed the odd behavior off as exhaustion. Vox was a busy man; it was easy to lose sleep and stress with his job.

Still, the feeling in your stomach didn’t fade.

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Vox stood in his room, his screen uncontrollably flickering. 

He thought back to the way Valentino held you, how he could so easily make you a blushing mess.

“Fucking Val,” he muttered.

The thought surfaced before he could stop it.

I found him. 

Vox froze. 

He’s mine.

His chest tightened.

The anger hit harder after that—not just at Valentino, but at himself. At the way something so insignificant had lodged itself so deeply under his skin.

To let someone like you affect him.

“Why do I care?” he snarled at the empty room.

His only answer was silence.

Vox lashed out, slamming his fist into the wall. Once. Twice. Again.

Each hit left him feeling worse.

It was barely the second day, and he was acting like this.

He was losing control.

Control over his own feelings—control that he had maintained for years.

He forced his screen to stabilize. He dug his claws into the wall, heavily breathing. 

Whatever was going on—it needed to stop. Immediately.

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so uh my head lowk tired. uh sorry if this poop