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The third time your boss pulled you into his office for “a special assignment” Vox actually held a conversation with you afterwards. He asked if your arrangement was still to your liking, now that the two of you have fooled around a couple times. He wanted to know what you liked, didn’t like, and told you to let him know if you ever felt uncomfortable. It was surprising, to say the least, and the idea of him genuinely caring about you, to some extent, was enough for these pesky feelings to take root.

Now, almost a year later, you were completely in love with a man who didn’t feel the same. His questions, compliments, and praise simultaneously fueled your feelings and broke your heart.

So you need to get out of your apartment, have fun, and meet new people. Maybe even meet someone who could help you move on from your boss. If you don’t, you’re just going to keep yourself stuck in this self made torture forever.

When you walked into The Black Dot you didn’t know what to expect, but Larry definitely wasn’t it.

Larry, a dolphin-like man, came and sat next to you at the bar about a half hour after you sat down. He was charming, funny, attractive and held an engaging conversation with you. He asked questions and, after exchanging numbers and talking for a few days, seemed to remember the answers.

It was nice, exciting even, to have someone be interested in you for more than your body.

And yet, when Vox called, you still came running.

Your arrangement with your boss kept you from accepting Larry’s invitations to dinner, telling him your job was demanding and kept you exhausted. You explained that your night out to the bar was a rare moment of free time. While it wasn’t the full truth, it wasn’t a complete lie either. Vox liked to keep you busy, giving you enough work to make you stay after hours just to complete it.

It was these nights Vox tended to call you into his office.

The last visit, however, was the final nail in the coffin for you. It was close to the end of the day and you were delivering the daily reports. When you walked into your bosses office you didn’t even get a word in before he asked you to stay. Soon enough you were under his desk, his hands in your hair as you worked him over with your mouth. When he finished, Vox cupped your cheek and praised you, making you smile. The look you received in return was almost… fond.

Your heart sped up, hope flaring in your chest for the briefest moment. Then, Vox suddenly cleared his throat and straightened up. He helped you out from under his desk and, without a second glance, dismissed you from his office. “Thank you for the reports and your… help. Now I'm sure there’s more work for you to complete, so you’re free to go.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks once you stepped out, closing the door behind you. It was that night you texted Larry, taking him up on his dinner invitation and hoping beyond all hope that it went well. You desperately needed to be free of these stupid feelings, and if this guy turned out to be worth a second date, maybe you could finally move on.

You meant nothing. You were an employee, nothing more nothing less. Just because he fucked you from time to time doesn’t mean anything. You were just a warm body to wrap around his cock when his job got too stressful. That's. It.

Vox kept repeating this to himself over and over, day after day. To the point where he could almost believe it. But then something always happened to bring him back to reality and forced him to face the truth.

You looked beautiful, dressed fancy with your hair styled perfectly. Vox wanted nothing more than to see your beauty in person, but he couldn’t. Not without admitting to watching you through the multitude of security cameras he has placed around the city, even going so far as to use a drone if need be.

No, he has to keep his head on straight. He has to keep you at a distance, has to stick to watching you through cameras and touching you in the safety of his office.

He cannot, will not, add any more fuel to these pesky feelings for you. He will keep his heart intact this time.

A man approached you, instantly clearing Vox’s thoughts and replacing them with different ones laced with anger. He recognized the man as the one you met at The Black Dot a couple weeks ago. Larry, 32 years old, 6 feet 7 inches, blood type A+, lives in an apartment at the opposite side of the Entertainment District from you, works at a car wash. He has a brother and father here that he’s close to and a handful of friends he seems to care about.

For a sinner, the man’s pretty normal.

It pissed him off.

Why the hell was this dolphin looking fucker here? Vox knows the two of you exchanged numbers but he hadn’t expected it to lead to anything. It’s been weeks for fucks sake, why were you meeting up with him all of a sudden? And why were you dressed up?

Vox watched this nobody take your hand in his and lift it to his lips, kissing your knuckles. Your head dipped, a flustered look bloomed across your face and a little smile pulled at your lips. It was an expression of yours he was familiar with, because it was usually directed at him.

What the hell is happening?

It wasn’t until the two of you began to walk, side by side, hand in fucking hand, that Vox realized this was a date. You were going on a date with this guy.

You were seeing someone else.

An anger Vox hasn’t felt in a long time filled his entire body, clouding his vision with static. He shouldn’t go down there, it’s not his place. The two of you weren’t together, it was strictly pleasure of convenience. There were no feelings-

The sound of your giggle, light and shy and genuine, had him zapping from his chair in an instant.

“-I swear I’ve never laughed so hard in my life!” Larry exclaimed, chuckling at the memory attached to his story.

You giggled, smiling at your date and the story he told you, and the feel of his hand in yours. It was nice, doing something as simple yet romantic as holding hands. In public no less. You felt giddy at the prospect of being wanted instead of just desired.

A flash of teal light blinded you for a second, stopping both you and your date in your tracks, “What the-”

“Why if it isn’t my lovely assistant!” Vox exclaimed, appearing in front of you just after the flicker of light.

Your eyebrows pinched in confusion as you blinked, and then blinked again as you wondered if you’d finally lost it. But he didn’t disappear, your boss stayed visible in front of you, and smiled that fake showmanship smile of his.

“Sir?” You asked, heart pounding. Whether it was from nerves or just the mere sight of him, you weren’t sure.

“Oh no need to be so formal,” Vox replied, and said your name as if to encourage you, “Outside of the office you can call me Vox.”

There was something off about him, and it scared you just a tad, “…Vox. What are you doing here?”

“I was just zipping through the neighborhood and spotted you, so I thought I'd pop in and say hello.” Vox answered, voice overly enthusiastic.

Before you could reply, which was probably for the best since you didn’t even know how to reply, Larry spoke, “Hello, Mr. Vox! It’s nice to meet you, I'm a huge fan of your products!”

Vox’s eyes shifted to your date for the first time, his smile faltered as his gaze shifted to your intertwined hands. Without thinking you pulled your hand away from Larry’s, making him look over at you. He raised a questioning eyebrow that you promptly turned away from.

“I hope I'm not interrupting something,” was Vox’s response, completely ignoring Larry’s compliment which surprised you. He loved praise. “Wouldn’t want to intrude.”

“We were actually on our way to dinner.” Larry turned back to your boss and smiled.

“A date?” Vox asked and Larry nodded, a blush painting his cheeks. The bad feeling that was growing in your gut only grew more when Vox eyed your date up and down.

When the overlords' eyes snapped over to you, there was something dark in his expression, “You’ve never mentioned a boyfriend.”

“Uh,” You said intelligently, trying to find your words. They’ve all seemed to have escaped you at the moment.

“This is actually our first date,” Larry informed him for you, and you were grateful for it.

“I see,” Vox hummed, once again eyeing your date as his expression morphing into something resembling disgust, “Well, Larry, mind if we have a little chat? Someone’s gotta give you the good old shovel talk, and I care about my employees.”

Panic shot down your spine like ice and you quickly shook your head, “There’s no need for that-”

“It’s alright,” Larry smiled at you before turning back to Vox, “Of course, it’s nice how much you care.”

“Yes, it is nice.” Vox said, voice dipping into static as he glanced over at you. Before you could say or do anything, Vox ushered your date to the side, far enough away from you so that you couldn’t hear them.

Your panic kept your heart racing, your hands shook as they grew clammy. It was so bad you’d become nauseous, and it was all because…

Larry never introduced himself.

Vox said his name so casually that even Larry didn’t notice, but you did. That, coupled with his sudden appearance, gave you all the information you needed. Vox had been watching you, for a while now, and he was keeping tabs on who you interacted with.

But why?

And why were you more concerned for Larry than yourself? Weirdly enough, the idea of your boss watching you was almost… thrilling.

Your panic, though, stayed firmly in place as you watched the color slowly drain from Larry’s face. Vox had gotten close to the man, his screen lowered to eye level. You saw the red lines streaked from your boss's mouth as his left eye pulsed with black rings.

Suddenly, Larry turned around and took quick strides toward you, only to say, “Loose my number.” before he all but ran away. You watched your date leave you standing there, worried and confused. And angry, but not at him.

“Well, he scares easily.” Vox said behind you, closer than he previously was.

You whip around with a glare, “What the hell?!”

“No,” Vox said, stepping closer, and kept moving closer until your back was pressed against the brick wall of the closest building, “I think that’s my question to ask, sweetheart.”

Your breath stuttered at his change in demeanor, at the uncomfortable feeling of the brick against your back, at the close proximity. The cold panic you had felt shifted into something warm that settled in your abdomen.

Even so, you were still extremely pissed at him, “I was going on a date. Was being the key word since you scared him off!”

“Why?” Vox snapped, face glitching just a little as he bypassed your angry comment, “Am I not enough for you? Are you so needy that you’d get dicked down by some pathetic nobody?”

Hurt quelled the heat that had been slowly building under your skin, “Fuck you.”

“Excuse me?”

“You were the one that said we weren’t together, insisted on it even.” You snapped, voice starting to raise, “You were the one that said this was nothing more than stress relief! That I should even regard it as just another part of my job!”

“That doesn’t mean you can go around fucking other people!” Vox yelled, his hypnotic eye grew wide and threatening.

You sighed, exasperated, “I didn’t fuck him!”

“And it’s a damn good thing you didn’t,” Vox growled and leaned closer, “Otherwise I’d have to kill him.”

Your eyes widened and a breath stuttered from your chest. There were so many questions that filled your head, so many emotions that clenched your heart. And worst of all, the heat in your abdomen flared again. What the hell did that say about you?

“What did you say to him?” You asked, voice small as you processed everything.

“Oh nothing really,” Vox shrugged with a smug look on his face, “Just that his father, brother and friends all seem like good people.”

You glare at him, “How do you know about his family?”

“I know everything that I need to,” Your boss smirked, voice dipping into static like an emphasis. “I have eyes everywhere.”

“So you have been watching me,” You said, almost like a challenge, “Why?”

Vox’s smirk dropped, and you picked it up for yourself as you watched panic flicker across his screen. It was obvious that he’d said more than he meant to, if his sudden deep breath was anything to go by. Eventually he found an answer, “I keep tabs on all my employees.”

“Oh really?” You questioned, raising your eyebrow.

Vox made a frustrated expression, one that would’ve scrunched his nose if he had one, “Yes, really?”

“So you watch Papermint? What’s his sister’s name?”

Your boss's eyes widened a fraction before his gaze shifted to somewhere over your shoulder, like he was trying to think. You watched as Vox grew even more frustrated, and he looked at you again before he angrily confessed, “I don’t know! Who cares?!”

“He doesn’t have a sister!” You yelled, and leaned closer so you were almost nose to screen, “Why are you watching me?”

“Because you’re mine!” Vox snapped, his face glitching between different pissed off expressions, “It doesn’t matter what you think or what I said, you are mine now!”

“Well it matters to me!” You screamed, the very public street the two of you were currently on, completely forgotten, “And I’m not going to apologize for wanting to find someone who actually cares about me!”

Vox’s angry expression dropped slightly, and you watched as something close to shock colored his screen. He took a short step back, not enough to let you go but enough to let you breathe. His eyes shifted to look at the ground and he said so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him, “I never said I didn’t care about you.”

Your eyes widened at the confession, stunned speechless. Never in a million years did you think this moment, one you’ve imagined an embarrassing amount of times, would actually happen.

Problem is, Vox is known to lie, or “stretch the truth” as he liked to put it. So you tried to keep your expression neutral as you said, “You have a weird way of showing it.”

Vox sighed, his eyes closed and his shoulders slumped. After a moment of silence, he opened his eyes and looked you straight in the eye as he said, “I’m sorry.”

For the second time, Vox has surprised you enough to leave you without words.

“I didn’t mean any of that shit, I just-” Vox cut himself off and groaned in frustration, “I care. I care enough that I need you to not see anyone else, ever, and I need you to stay.”

“Stay? Stay where?” You asked without a second thought, needing to hear him say it in order to believe it. You needed to hear it as much as he, apparently, needed you to stay.

Vox sighed, “You’re really going to make me say it?”

“Yeah, I am.” You nodded, “This is extremely sudden, so I’m sorry if I’m having trouble believing you.”

Vox’s face pinched in anger, “You think this is something I would fucking lie about?”

“Vox-”

“With me!” Vox yelled before flinching at his own volume, quickly looking around the empty street. When he was satisfied, he turned back to you and continued at a normal level, “I need you to stay with me… please.”

The added plea was the thing that snuffed out your anger. Your breath hitched at how genuine the expression he wore was. His eyes were pleading with you, seemingly begging you to believe him.

And, despite everything, you did. You really did.

“Okay.” You mumbled and nodded and hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

Vox looked at you for a moment, like he was gauging you. When he seemed to find, or maybe not find, what he was looking for, he smiled, “Okay.”

You smiled back, and after a moment of the two of you just standing there like that, you asked in a teasing voice, “So are we going to just stand here all night or?”

“Well, we can’t let all your hard work go to waste.” He teased back, his eyes raking up and down your body making you blush, “How does Dante’s Inferno sound?”

Your eyes widened, “Isn’t that place really expensive?”

“Obviously.” Vox said, rolling his eyes as he pulled his phone out and started typing. He pocketed it after a few minutes and looked back at you, “The limo is on its way.”

A smile spread across your face, bigger this time and even you could tell it was fond.

You stepped forward, with only a moment’s hesitation, and lifted yourself onto your tiptoes to kiss him. It was just a chaste kiss, much different from the heated make-outs the two of you would share in his office. It was simple and romantic, in public even.

And when Vox just smiled, a soft genuine smile, and kissed you back just as sweetly, you melted at the feeling of being wanted rather than desired.

Although with the sudden heated look Vox gave you, maybe he felt a bit of both.

well i definitely cooked something up holy fuck

anyway i hope this was good and that you enjoyed it anon and anyone else who read it i’m not fully happy with the ending but i don’t have the energy to rewrite it so oh well

And you truly were the only real thing he loved and cherished with all he had. The overwhelming warmth spreading through his whole body when you cuddled up against him after him coming home from a late night and sneaking into bed, the way Vincent had go suppress the boyish grin threatening to take over his face when watching you do even the most mundane things.

He knew you were his soulmate. would’ve probably killed many men and women if you just asked for it. Vincent was so terribly smitten, it was borderline embarrassing looking back as Vox, the newly invented him.

So, even though he has access to his memories about you, Vox chooses not to. Val grew tired after listening to another ranting session where he went on and on about that one time you made the effort to pack him a shark-themed lunchbox to his work.

“You know, you’re not being very sexy when you’re talking about that again.” Val gestured down to his naked body, posing effortlessly against the many pillows on Vox’s bed. “I’m literally naked right now. On your bed.”

Vox’s shoulders visibly slumped. He doesn’t want to think about you anymore. You were a thing he used to have when human and now he doesn’t. You slipped out from between his fingers and away, somewhere up in heaven stuffing your face with cotton candy or whatever the fuck angels do all day. “Right. Just give me a sec, Val.”

☀︎

You were as heavenly as the day he last saw you.

Vox just finished his grand performance in front of almost all the sinners of the pride ring, cables lifting his body into the air while screens of screens gather around his body to mimic the appearance of that one seraphim that just tried to threaten him. He just declared a war against heaven, yet his eyes and all of his focused was set on you.

Somehow you managed to climb the ranks of the angels as fast as he climbed the ranks of hell, your position being high enough to actually stand, or rather fly, beside the highest ranking angels. Of course you did, you were always this intelligent. Vox almost wanted to chuckle out loud at that.

You were staring at him with horror, not being able to comprehend what happened to the Vincent you thought to know during your time on earth. Who is this man who has the same voice as your husband, same self-assured smirk he had while on live TV, same body language as your Vincent. It couldn’t be him, could it?

“Vincent?” You only managed to press one word out of your mouth at the sight of him or whatever is rest of him that you’re looking at.

Vox couldn’t let his image as great leader of the sinners go now, even if he has to fight the urge to grip you by the ankle and drag you down to hell with him just to have you for one last day with all the might and restraint he could muster.

Just one more day to have you in his arms again, bawl like a baby into your shoulder, stare at your face for hours so he could always recall it in his mind and weave fantasies that lure him to sleep at night. To hear your voice and record it on his servers just to play it again and again until he either goes insane or short-circuits. To have those fingers even trace the frame of his head would probably make Vox shake, fold and break down.

Hell, Vox’ll take it if you’ll just give him an hour of time to talk, to apologise for not being up there with you, for not being what you deserved or just to finish talking his piece and leaving you be. You probably despise him anyway.

Up there. Fuck, Vox needs to be up there in heaven. Not just to have power and godhood shoved up his ass but to have you again, for all eternity. You can be together again and nothing will keep you apart anymore or ever again.

☀︎

Vox: “I think… I miss my wife/husband”

Velvette: “We know.”

It was late at night up in the Vee tower. Vox sat at his desk with a bored expression while you were sat in a chair next to him. You were busy scrolling through sinstagram reels while Vox had been signing off paperwork. You idly chatted with him now and then but it was mostly peacefully quiet. That's when you came upon a video of a girl asking her boyfriend questions that she knew would make him mad. The more you watched the video the more you mischievous smile grew. You switched off your phone and turned to your beloved boyfriend.

"Hey babe?"

"Yes?"

"What would you do if you were rich?"

Vox turned to you and set his pen down. He took a moment to look at you in disbelief. Surely you were joking right?

"I am rich??"

"I'm just saying hypothetically if you were rich-"

"There is no hypothetical??? I AM RICH!!"

Oh you were already enjoying this. Vox's face glitches out of frustration and he fully turns his chair in your direction. He puts his hands together and breaths in and out. He batted his eyes at you as he tries to sweeten his words.

"Baby..my love...darling..why in ever loving HELL would you as me such a stupid question?"

"I was just wondering cause it would be nice to be rich-"

"I AM RICH!! WE ARE RICH. I OWN THE LITERAL BUILDING WE ARE IN. I AM A C.E.O. WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU ASK ME THAT."

It was getting harder to hold in your laugh but you tried your best to blurt out a sentence.

"B-but Hypothetically-"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP."

That pushed you over the edge and you hurt out laughing while pointing at Vox's face. He still stared at you in anger while tears blurred your vision from how hard you were laughing. After calming down you looked up at Vox to see him pouting like a child.

"I was just joking Vox. Of course I know your rich~"

You said before leaning in and pressing a kiss on his screen. Vox crossed his arms as he rolled his eyes at you.

"You fucking better..."

Short little oneshot of Vox! Also I hope you don't mind I added the bf bit!

Vox's taglist : @zyrixal , @yuiicorn , @miauna ,