Vox x Reader

Our first big discussion...

"What are you looking at?-" Vox meets my eyes and I snap out of it. My cheeks instantly feel hot.

"Uh- Where'd you guys find the head?" I avoid his eyes as he pulls out more pictures.

"Out on the street. Near a bar." Vox's voice seemed to still be confused from before but he let it slide. He grabs the photos and puts them back in the folder they came from.

"Oh, by the way, it's just us. Val ditched. The whore-heads are more important than discussing the dead angel on our hands." Vox turns his gaze to me. Just us and my weird ass thoughts...

"That's fine by me" I give him a thumbs up before taking a seat on the couch beside his desk. 

"Oh, I thought you'd be sad Velv wasn't here." He shrugs and goes to typing on his computer, more than likely writing about Alastor or the Angel.

"Why?" I simply ask. Why would it matter so much to me?

"Since you actually like her? Duh, dumbass." He shuffles through some papers and examines it. Not even batting an eye in my direction.

"Yeah? But I like all of you guys." I sit up straighter and narrow my eyes at Vox.

"Reallyyyy? Look, love Val, but that fucker is too sexual for anyone but the porn-whores. And I'm, well, me." He pauses. "You and velv get along well."

"So you think I favorite her?"

"Welllllll, she is probably the favoriteeee so.." Vox looks over to me with a bland expression.

"Sure sure." I roll my eyes and glance at his desk. It was messy yet organized in the weirdest way.

"Is that a yes?"

I shrug back at him knowing it'd irritate the hell out of him.

"Okay. Fine. Damn Bitch." He coops himself up in his work on his desk. I eventually just pull out my phone. Why would he even be concerned about favorites?

***

"Vox take a fucking break." I raise my voice at him. Sparks flashed from his hands as he attempted to do his work. It had been three hours since I came here. He hasn't taken a break once.

"Don't tell me what to do ya fuckin' cunt." He flips me off and picks his pen back up. I glare at his glitching face.

"OH MY FUCKING-" I cut myself off and storm over to his desk. I grab his wrist and pull it away from his paperwork.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He yells at me and pulls away. I take a breath on to calm myself before talking to him. Two angry demons are never better than one.

"Look, you always get so stressed with your work. Or worries. I just want you to take a ten minute break. Away from it all. It'll always be here when you feel like finishing it." Without realizing it my hand slides into his.

"But- there's so much fucking shit going wrong. And it needs to be fixed. And Alastor is b-"

"Vox." I eye him.

"One minute?"

"Ten."

"Two?"

"Seven."

"Two."

"Vox."

"Fine. Seven."

I loosen my grip on his hand and walk over to the couch. He squeezed my hand while we sat. He tapped his leg as if he was counting each millisecond.

"Hm...How about you tell me about your ideas on the Angel?"

"Why?" He snaps at me. His grip on my hand becoming violent. I must've flinched because his grip instantly softened.

"Just go on."

"Well...We've never tried fighting back before...right? It's never been done." I nod to his statement "and this opens so many ideas. If the head was sliced off, it was a bladed weapon. So does that mean they can die just like any other sinner here? Or only die on special occasions...?"

He seemed lost in thought. His eyes flashed as he thought. I gently rubbed my thumb on his hand. I wasn't sure myself. I had tried coming up with many theories. But if they could die like anyone else, why hasn't it been done before?

Vox relaxed next to me. His body finally loosened. I used my magic to cover the clocks in the room. Seven minutes my ass. Whenever he's ready.

I glance out the small window across the room. The sun was setting. I smile and stand up pulling him behind me.

"Where are we going?" Vox quickly skips after me as I drag him by the hand.

I ignore his question and race out the doors and down the steps. I run with him following me chuckling.

When we reach outside I sit down against the building and stare at the sky. The red glowing sunset was beautiful. Like fire in the sky. Like a red ruby burning high. I look over to Vox's face who was in awe. He smiled, facing the sky.

For the next ten minutes we sat in silence. A peaceful silence.

"Vox." I say quietly.

"Hm?" He sounds tired.

"Velv's not my favorite."

He chuckles quietly and holds my hand tighter.

A/n
Such cutie patootiesssss
Hope you enjoy this!
Oh also, that fucking Wattpad author curse shit is coming at me
I busted my elbow
Shaved my entire hand
And bashed my face

How? When I fell off my damn skateboard...
My face looks like I was jumped😭
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