The Cutting Room Floor (Vox x f!Reader)

Chapter 1

A/N: In this fic, reader is a fox-like demon (ears and tail), and has features such as increased speed, agility, stealth, sense of hearing and smell. I was reading up on foxes and apparently they can use the magnetic field of the Earth to catch prey, so I decided that reader would have a sort of clairvoyance from that (like movement detection). Also foxes are often associated with illusions, which inspired me to make that reader's main power, as well as part of her character! There are no physical descriptions aside from being shorter than Vox. Everything else is up to you!

Each chapter takes someplace within the span of a few years, leading up to about a about few months before the events of One And The Same.

Do not throw up.

That's all you could tell yourself as you nervously waited backstage for your cue. Crew surrounded you, fixing your hair and doing your makeup in a way that would look best on live television. You sat there, in the dress and heels you bought just for tonight, having powder swept across your face as you told yourself not to throw up. You were surprised by how much your stomach was tightening and churning with nerves, despite how eager you were to accept Vox's invitation to appear on The Vox-2-Nite Show, which you recently learned actually is taped during the late afternoon. The reality of this being your first ever live talk show appearance was sinking in fast. Vox promised you over and over that you would be amazing and everyone would love you, and while you knew that was true, the pre-show jitters were totally affecting you physically.

The stylists finished up on you, which meant the crew was now ushering you over to the curtain by the set, the thin barrier in between you and all of Hell's eyes. You took a deep breath in as someone snapped a mic onto the neckline of your dress, thus hooking you up to the sound system. You were about to go on. You peaked through the sidelines, watching Vox fix his bowtie and mutter something to a crew member before starting up. The set glowed shades of blue and purple, illuminating the cushioned club chair by his desk with Vox-2-Nite written in glowing electric blue along the front. This was all so real.

Cameras rolling in three...two...

"Good evening, Hell, and welcome to Vox-2-Nite!" Vox announced to the live audience, all applauding as per the cue. "I'm your host, Vox, and we've got one hell of a show in store for you tonight, but first let's give a warm welcome to our studio audience!"

The audience erupted in cheers and applause as the cameras panned to them, making it obvious to you how many people were out there. Do not throw up.

"Tonight we have a very special guest! She's been on the rise for a while now, and I gotta say, she's the real deal. You already know her name, but let's give her the Vox-2-Nite welcome she deserves. Please welcome the CEO of Intuition Media, the 'star maker' herself, Y/N!"

Following the pull of your pounding heart like a leash tugging you forwards, you walked into the spotlight, guiding you to Vox at the center of the set. You smiled brightly at the audience as they cheered for you, waving to them as you made your way to Vox. He raised his brows at you in a knowing way, extending his hand to shake yours as if this was the first time you were ever meeting. To think that was only a few months ago, and now you had The Vees on contract, right in your palm.

"Thank you, Vox." You smiled up at him, shaking his hand. There was a warmth to the gesture from him that you felt to be reassuring.

"The pleasure is all mine." He grins, guiding you to the chair by his desk. "Make yourself comfortable!"

Seating yourself in the thick chair, you crossed one leg over the other as you leaned forwards slightly to let your arms rest on your propped up knee. The applause began to die down as Vox took his seat in the high back swivel chair behind his desk. He scooted it closer to the part of his desk near your chair, flashing a wide smile at the audience before turning his attention back to you.