"I AM SO HARD RIGHT NOW!" he yelled, thrusting at the air, eyes locked on the TV in front of them. Velvette shot him a disgusted look, then turned away on the couch.
Vox's grin stretched unnaturally wide as he watched the fight unfold, static crackling across his screen-face. Every time Alastor staggered, Vox leaned forward a little more, hunger glinting in his display. He wanted this—no, he needed this. After years of smug smiles, taunts, and that unforgettable humiliation Alastor left him with, Vox wanted nothing but to see the Radio Demon crushed into silence.
When Adam's blow sent Alastor slamming into the wall, Vox's breath hitched, fingers digging into the arm of the couch. Watching the Radio Demon's chest heave, staff snapped in two, filled him with a satisfaction so sharp it almost hurt.
"YES! FUCK YOU, ALASTOR! THIS IS BETTER THAN SEX!" Vox laughed climbing onto the table , Valentino looked at him unamused smocking his pipe, wrinkling his nose in disapproval.
"Radio not dead... but it is ending this broadcast," Alastor hissed before disappearing into a shadow.
"NOOO! FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, YOU PUSSY!" Vox shouted, collapsing back into the couch with a dramatic, childlike pout.
"Al!" The sudden voice from the screen made him freeze. His eyes snapped back to the TV, landing on a figure he hadn't seen in a long time.
The world around him went silent. He blinked once. Then again. His fingers dug into his thigh as if making sure he wasn't imagining it. His heart stuttered, then began to race; sweat dampened his palms.
''Wait what ?''Velvette first said as she got up to watch the screen suddenly.
"Is that...?" he muttered, unable to believe his eyes. His heart ached. His screen flickered.
"She's not going to... right?" His eyes scrutinized the screen, refusing to miss a detail. She stood there—tight bodysuit clinging to her form, hair pulled back in a high ponytail. She faced Adam without flinching, gaze steady... though there was a glint of worry beneath it.
Worry for Alastor?
He let out a short, sharp laugh—too loud, too brittle—because the feeling twisting inside him was so violent it almost made his circuits glitch. Concern at first made him nauseous and beneath it, something festering. Something rancid.
Resentment.
He hated her. Hated her for what she'd done to him. For ghosting him for months like he meant nothing. For walking out and leaving him with the silence of his own thoughts.
For not trusting him. Not choosing him.
His static spiked, crackling violently across his display.
And now she was here—
with ALASTOR?!
With that smug, vintage, radio-era bastard?!
SINCE WHEN?!
SINCE WHEN WAS SHE WITH HIM?!
His chest felt like it was going to implode from sheer indignation. The idea that she'd run from him only to end up standing beside Alastor—helping him, fighting for him—made something inside Vox snap loud enough he almost heard it.
He wasn't just hurt.
He was insulted.
Humiliated.
Livid.
But, he couldn't tear his eyes off her. A small part of his heart was still soft for her.
"You're gonna end my fucking life? Yeah, yeah, heard that a few minutes ago. And what happened? He's not here anymore," Adam laughed, hurling a bolt of lightning at Y/n.
She dodged it effortlessly.
"That's all you've got?" she smirked, flicking a needle his way—he narrowly avoided it.
Vox shook his head, snapping out of his reverie, yet his eyes refused to leave the screen. He couldn't look away. He couldn't believe she was actually there—with them. With the hotel.
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Mine ( Vox X Reader )
FanfictionY/n was a really famous designer when she was alive. Everyone from her time would proudly wear her brand. When she arrived in hell, she couldn't handle being a nobody, she made her way up to the top making connections everywhere around hell. Making...
