requested by cl0ud_24

pairing: Y/N x Vox

*summary: Vox is walking through Hell, until he accidently bumps into someone named Y/N, though trouble arises when the two of them decide to get to know each other better...*

(Inspiration from this photo)

Vox exhales a soft breath, raising the straw in his espresso up to his lips for another drink. His left hand holds the latest version of a Hellphone made by his company, Voxtech, while he scrolls through a website unamused.

As usual, it's just another day in Hell. Someone across the street just died, someone's car is on fire, there's yelling and carnage going around, but hey, make do with what you have is a motto Vox keeps in mind.

Besides, judging everyone else's situation, he's got his afterlife pretty squared away, minus an old timey tampon soaked prick who just recently showed up after a seven year absence.
He was better off staying gone, Vox says in his head.

But...Vox takes a deep breath in...everything is fine, he'll figure out how to destroy that piece of shit once and for all.
After all, radio is becoming less and less popular now that there's TV shows and Spotify and all the other Streaming sites. 

Who in all of would choose a radio over the latest News and trends?
At least I got Alastor beat there, Vox thinks to himself.

Taking another drink of his coffee, not entirely paying attention to where he's going, he feels the sudden bump into his shoulder which causes his phone to slip out of his hand and hit the paved sidewalk beneath his feet. 

"Hey! What the fuck?!" he grumbles, taking a knee to pick up his now cracked screen phone. Shit and JUST when he got a new one after Valentino broke his other one! What force is keeping him from having a phone?!

A female voice chimes in. "Oh my goodness I'm so sorry!"
"You better be you..." he trails off once his fall upon the one who stands in front of him, a sudden blush forming on his TV screen for a face as he takes in the quite pretty sight.

You stand in front of Vox and stare down at him, your hair decoratively tied up with that of a black rose vine with it's thorns still intact, while you wear a 1920s styled skirt and blouse that match with your H/C and E/C.

Embarrassed, and feeling bad, you bend down to meet Vox's level. "I really am sorry," you stare at the cracked and definitely broken phone in his dark blue colored hand, feeling even worse as you notice how expensive his phone appears.

Phone...what phone?
Oh...the phone. Vox had forgotten about the whole thing when he saw you.
With an awkward clear of his throat and an attempt to form a dashing smile, Vox responds. "It's alright, I uh," he looks at his broken device, trying to keep the hiss from leaving his lips.

"I was probably gonna break it myself at some point," he tosses it in the garbage, fixing the red bowtie at his neck when he stands up straight once more

You follow, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear in a shy and somewhat nervous manner. You clearly know who this man is. Who doesn't know him?
Well...let's just say you know him...a bit more.

After all, he is your older brother's enemy.

A moment of silence passes, and Vox's crimson colored eyes dart around his surroundings, his mind turning at what to do or say next.

"...I'm Vox," he finally responds, helping himself to take and gingerly kiss your hand. A little trick he picked up from Valentino, but he leaves out the part where his tongue runs up your arm.

That's Valentino's kink, and Vox has no desire to ever make it his OWN kink.

You blush suddenly feeling his somewhat cold lips on your skin, and you slowly pull your hand away and tuck it into your pocket.

"A pleasure," you respond, "my name is Y/N."

"Charmed," Vox winks, upon feeling a sudden rush of confidence pulse through his veins.
You glance away, before Vox speaks once more. 

"You know, I was heading for Hell's Café just down the block here..." he places a hand behind his neck. "Uh, would you like to join me? Free desserts."

You giggle softly at his last remark, clearly meaning that he'll pay for everything, and you'd get a free meal of your choice. 
It sounds almost like a date. 
A date that you know deep down is forbidden, and a date that goes against your brother's trust. 

A wave of hesitation comes over you as your eyes glance towards the 1920s styled radio that is placed inside a building, purposely set there next to the wall of TVs.

Your gaze lingers on the radio for a heartbeat, before you look at Vox once more with a gentle smile.

"I'd like that..."

⚡⚡⚡

Hell's Café...a place that only the rich could afford. Quite literally.
No commoner could even afford to breathe in a breath of the café's air....it's that high end, and that expensive.

Vox holds the door open for you, playfully bowing.
"Demoness's first," he winks, and you chuckle, stepping inside the light pink and white colored café with picture frames of painted flowers hanging on the walls as the smells of coffee and sweets fill the air.

Vox pulls your vine designed metallic chair out for you, before sitting down across from you and placing his elbows on the table, settling himself before he begins to make conversation.

"So, are you new here?"

You respond with a shake of your head.
His brow raises. How weird...

"Odd, I would definitely remember a face like yours," he remarks in a teasing manner, which causes your cheeks to grow slightly warmer then usual.

You tuck another piece of hair behind your ear. "I died sometime in the 1940s. Don't ask how," you glare at him, and he raises a hand in defense.

"Alright, but how'd you end up in Hell?" he asks the moment both your orders come to the table.
You raise a fork, your stomach grumbling at you to skip the conversation and get straight to the food, though you respectfully answer Vox's question.

"I helped my brother out with some...well..." you raise a forkful of food in the air, hesitate to say the word.
Vox smirks. "Murder?"

"Yeah."

Vox does a one shoulder shrug, causally crossing his legs over one another as his hands clasp. "Well, I won't judge. This is Hell after all," he chuckles darkly. "I died in the 1950s. I was a TV show host for a while," he smirks, "I got a lot of money scamming people."

"And how did you die?" you ask.
He hisses softly, his blue tipped fingers tapping the table, as this isn't quite the easy answer to give. 

"Well, one day I was in the back of a studio trying to get some supplies for my show and..." he sighs, "a TV above me fell and smashed my head into the floor, electrocuting me to death."

You cant tell what was more unsettling. The story itself, or the fact that he answered it so casually and easily as if it's just something normal for him.

Your fork clatters against your plate on accident, for when you heard the grim and quite horrifying death he went through, all muscles inside of you tensed as your jaw dropped and your hand released your hold on your utensil.

"Oh...oh my gosh," you say, feeling unsettled at the thought of being crushed before getting electrocuted.

...though it makes sense at the same time.
A demon's form has some type of connection to how they died.
For Alastor, he was mistaken as a deer and was shot in the head, and in Hell he's a Deer Demon.

Vox's head is a TV screen, and he's completely electric. So...it does make sense.
You gulp softly, and Vox can't help but chuckle upon noticing your sudden change in demeanor.

"Lost your appetite? Sorry, I should've expected that," he shrugs.
You shake your head, forking some more food into your mouth in a forceful manner, ignoring your stomach's churning from the unsettling story.

Though you're a horrible liar, for he can see right through, and he can't help but notice how adorable it is.
Well, he certainly wasn't expecting to have a lady friend today. It's a nice change from the ordinary, he'll admit.

Deep down, he's a little excited to see where this goes...

⚡⚡⚡

You made a timer for yourself. One hour with Vox and that is it.

Three hours later...you're still with him, simply walking down the cleared out sidewalk and small talking with him about anything and everything.

You didn't expect him to have so many interesting stories from his human life and afterlife. You can't help but find yourself wanting to hear and learn more about him...though such a thing is dangerous...especially since it goes against someone who holds a special place in your heart. Who will always come first and foremost...

After laughing at something hilarious Vox said, you stop walking to look at his face. "This has been...fun," you smile, "thanks for taking me out for lunch."

He smiles. "No problem. I enjoyed it as well...uh," he clears his throat, bracing himself to speak. "If...you don't mind do you wanna...hang out again sometime? Say...this weekend?"

Your heart pounds softly as your cheeks blush. He wants to see you again? Seriously?
As your lips part to respond with yes, you suddenly witness Vox--who was standing in front of you--get tossed into a building to your left, crashing into it hard enough so that the wall shook and Vox's screen cracks, blue blood dripping down his now flopped over face.

You gasp, flipping around to be face to face with the one who knows just what to do to put fear inside of you. And at the same time...the one you love, and the one who is closest to you.

Alastor.

Four black tentacle arms are behind Alastor's back, his eyes shaped into glowing red radio dials, as he speaks in a sharp, hissing voice.

"W̵̧͂̔h̵̡͙͗a̶͖͌t̸̡̛̏ ̶̱̳̑d̴̡͗o̴͉̓ ̷̰͓͘y̶̠͎͐͛ö̵̖͝ǘ̷͇̖̑ ̵̣̈́t̵̜́̆h̴̺́i̸͕̱̍̂n̶̡̠̓͌k̵̺̘̃̊ ̶̜͌ÿ̸̺͕́̎ơ̶̹̑u̷̖͆̈́'̴̻̠͋r̴̮̆͌e̷̝͝ ̷̜̯͒d̵̹̎o̸̱̊į̶͍̏n̶̗̎g̶͓̏,̷̳̞̽ ̸͙̯͊Ṽ̴̦o̶̯̊͝ͅx̷͇͈̿̕?̶̗̂͆"

You leap forward. "Alastor, don't."
He glares at you. "And why shouldn't I? He's been a thorn in my side for years, and now to witness him trying to get close to my sister?"

Vox's eyes widen. Sister? He just said...SISTER?!
You instantly shell up noticing Vox's shocked expression, feeling your big secret exposed to the one person you didn't want it to be exposed to...

A deep sigh escapes your lips, and you glare at Alastor. "I can handle myself, so why don't you just leave, Al?"
Alastor simply growls, his eyes locked on Vox as if it's a lamb out in prairie. 

Slowly, he approaches. "I was able to withstand your useless pathetic existence as long as you made no attempt to step my boundaries. But," Alastor's neck cracks, "you were with my sister...and that is a line you should have NEVER crossed."

Vox growls, holding the side of his bleeding face. "I didn't know she was your sister you fuck for brains."
Alastor scoffs. "You really believe that lying is still in your favor? You're more idiotic than I thought, though I shouldn't be surprised."

Alastor raises his cane, before it suddenly gets yanked out of his hands by you, as you yell.
"Stop this! Right now!"

Alastor growls. "You of all people know why he is my rival," he hisses, "and knowing everything, you still choose to defend HIM?! You are my SISTER!"

"I don't care!" you yell back, throwing Alastor's cane to the ground in a forceful manner, feeling a surge of bravery come over you as you step into Alastor's face.

"I've spent my whole life trying to help YOU and make sure that everything I did was FOR YOU! I put the things I wanted to do and liked second FOR YOU! I gave up things that I didn't want to! My life for one, and now my redemption following in second!"

"So you have no FUCKING right to tell me who I can socialize with! You're not my dad, and I'm not your little sister that you feel you need to protect!" You lower your voice to a growl, "so, leave. Right now."

By now, Alastor's eyes have widened completely. He's never experienced such an out lash from you. You always kept to yourself and spoke in soft voices and gentle words.

Though this, goes against everything Alastor believed.

"Y/N--"

"Don't. Talk. To. Me." You push past Alastor aggressively, hard enough to knock him off balance, as you go to approach Vox, taking a knee beside him and pulling out a cloth from your pocket.

Alastor watches this, watches you try to tend and treat to Vox's wound while speaking to him softly.
It drives Alastor to insanity, seeing his younger sister tending to this TV as if he's someone worth her time.

And as much as Alastor wants to intervene, he doesn't.
Sometimes...the only way to properly learn...is to get burned.
So...Alastor will stand by and allow this to happen, let this sickly sweet little bond between his enemy and you form.

This will be the break of you, though Alastor feels you deserve it now.
With a snap of his fingers, Alastor disappears.

You'll see my dear sister...that man will corrupt you, hurt you, use you...and you'll feel it for yourself.
I won't be there to protect you...

⚡⚡⚡

"Are you okay?" you ask Vox when Alastor disappears, your hand gripping the cloth and hesitantly raising it to his head to damp the blood. 
His hand still covers the wound, but he lowers it slightly for you to have access.

He should be pushing you away, telling you to fuck off because you're Alastor's sister, but at the same time...he doesn't.
Why is he like that?

"I'm...fine," he says through gritted teeth, "you didn't tell me you're that asshole's sister."
You inhale sharply, feeling the malice delivered with those words.

"No...I didn't," you sigh, "I just...I thought I was finally making friends with someone and...I didn't want to ruin it."

"Yeah, right," Vox stands up, "just my fucking luck..." he curses at himself. 
Your eyes stare at the ground. "I'm sorry..." you whisper, "I-I really am sorry. You have to believe me."

Vox rolls his eyes, crossing his arms, not responding.
It feels like there's a wall between the two of you now...and you can't help but feel like its your fault.

You clench fistfuls of your skirt, and you exhale a shaky breath.
"I swear I'm not like my brother," you begin to say, "I'm his family by blood but I'm not...like him. I don't particular enjoy the things he does, and I feel like lately we just keep fighting."

Your eyes shut. "My whole afterlife its been like this. People automatically hate me because my ties to Alastor. It's...been hard to make friends down here...and when I met you, and when you treated me like I was worth someone's time I...I liked it. Maybe I liked it too much, and I fucked up by not being honest with you in the beginning."

You sigh. "Now you probably hate me, which I understand if you do...just know that...I like you," you blurt out, "as a friend."
His eyes widen a little, and you rise to your feet, turning to leave.

"I should be--"

"Wait," his hand places on your shoulder, stopping you completely.
You stare at him over your shoulder nervously, all the while bracing yourself for whatever insult or threat he'll give you.

But...he doesn't speak.

Hesitantly, he bites his lower lip.
He's probably fucking crazy in the head to do and say this, but at the same time, he's willing to take that risk.
You just poured your heart out to him...and he can't help but...accept it. He's not that much of an icy bastard.

"You still wanna go out this Saturday?"

Your eyes widen. "Y-you mean that?"
He chuckles. "Absolutely."
A soft smile forms on your lips. "Yeah, of course but...what about Alastor?"

"Fuck him," he responds with a smile, "you're your own person. You don't have to do everything your brother wants. Besides, despite the circumstances...I can tell that this," he points at you and him, "is something good. And besides, I think we both can agree that we lack in the real friend department."

He laughs softly, before softly caressing your chin.

"And...I like you too," he whispers.

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