Stories about Y/n creating bonds with characters from series and films.
(I don't own the characters)
PG-13!
1. **Language:** Mild to moderate profanity, but not extreme or pervasive.
2. **Violence:** Some intense or realistic violence may be present...
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In the 3 Vs building, an atmosphere thick with tension and memories hung in the air as Y/n finally stood face to face with Vox. The last time they met had been a chaotic whirlwind of emotions and mischief, and today was no different.
"Y/n, I miss you, motherfucker," Vox greeted, a sly grin spreading across his face, his eyes sparkling with a mix of nostalgia and mischief.
"I missed you too, son of a bitch!" Y/n shot back, the familiar banter igniting a sense of camaraderie that had been absent for far too long.
But the light-heartedness quickly turned serious. Vox leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "If you really were, I would think twice before putting dildos in Lucifer's little daughter, even though you sent me an audio." With a flick of his wrist, he played the audio, a mocking imitation of Y/n's voice echoing through the room, claiming that Y/n order Charlie to go to their room where she will be doing her really bad things.
Y/n rolled their eyes, crossing their arms. "Wow, you really are a piece of shit. You sent an AI to say that? We were just trying to help some students escape that marijuana the director was giving them! You know, so they could stay energized for the championships. And yet, somehow, Angel Dust always managed to swipe the drugs."
Vox chuckled, the sound dark and amused. "Valentino is still busy at the porn studio, which I absolutely hate. It's like a never-ending nightmare."
"Do you have a hard-on because your boyfriend didn't come and give you his ass?"
Vox teased, a smirk on his lips. "Go fuck yourself."
Y/n couldn't help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation washing over them like a wave.
"Now come and help me melt the bodies I killed in acid while trying to assassinate Alastor. One day, I'll even tell Alastor that I'm not as good at trying to kill you as the perfect little Y/n."
"No shit!"
"Oh, please! Alastor adores you! I can just see it now—'Y/n, my sweet little angel, you just need to get on all fours for me.'"
"Ugh, how horrible, Vox!" Y/n exclaimed, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Are you going to tell me that you wouldn't fuck the old man to benefit from your powers?"
"Of course not!"
"Come on, let's take care of the bodies before anyone notices."
Together, they moved to the back room, where the remnants of Vox's chaotic escapades lay waiting. The stench of the past clung to the air, a reminder of the violence that had unfolded. As they prepared the acid, Y/n couldn't help but feel a strange sense of camaraderie with Vox. They were both outcasts in a world that didn't understand them, bound by their shared experiences and the chaos that seemed to follow them wherever they went.
"Sometimes I think we're the only ones who can truly understand each other," Y/n said, their voice softer now as they poured the acid into a large container.
"Yeah, well, that's what makes us a great team," Vox replied, his tone turning serious for a moment. "Just don't forget, I'm still the one who sent that AI to mess with you."
"Touché," Y/n laughed, the tension easing as they worked together. "But next time, I'm sending an AI to mess with you."
As the bodies dissolved into nothingness, Y/n and Vox exchanged knowing glances, the bond between them solidified in the chaos of their lives. They were two misfits navigating a world that often felt hostile, but together, they could face anything—even if it meant dealing with the consequences of their own reckless actions.
