Vox x Reader oneshots (Requests are Closed)

Fem! Human Reader x Vox

(Y/N) was just a regular human girl doing regular human things. She lived alone, no family, no friends, and no pets. She lived alone in the woods, it was like in a horror movie. The hound woman mostly watched TV when the internet worked,which was rarely, or she hunted and did chores and all of that. She never truly felt alone though, there was always something keeping her company and she knew it, and of course she felt the presence leave if she was using the restroom or getting dressed. She both liked and hated the presence. She could never tell what or who it was but then again, she wasn't alone and she did have a fear of being alone, it was very minor but having the presence there made her feel better having lifted another weight off of her shoulders, sometimes some of her chores are done once she wakes up, she found it both creepy and sweet, creepy since there was definitely something or someone in the house watching her and sweet because they had thought of her. Sometimes she would wake to find roses in a vase or a bouquet next to her on the nightstand when she woke or a plate with eggs and bacon or pancakes or even (f/b/f) (favorite breakfast food) ! She felt so happy when she found these things done for her but yet she wanted to know why, was the presence actually nice or was it trying to pull her into a false sense of safety? Was it a person or a thing? Did it have feelings? Did it even know it was doing all of this? She didn't know, but she was still happy, she pushed the negative thoughts out of her mind and focused on the positive side, well, tried to.
'I'm not alone!'
'I'm not alone.'
'It's not my imagination!'
'It's not my imagination.'
'It's like in a movie!'
'It's like in a movie.'
She tried her best, at times she failed but mostly she succeeded in her attempts to stay positive.
After a while she got tired of not knowing what the presence was so then once she felt its presence she asked "What are you?"
After a few minutes a pen and paper floated out of your nightstand, then the pen started moving, writing "a friend".
"What. Are. You. I very much doubt there is a species called "a friend"."
The pen was still, but then it moved once again, writing "I can't tell you".
"Why not?"
"I could put you in danger if I tell you."
"How would I be in danger? Why wont you tell me?"
The pen was still for a minute. "You really want to know? Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure."
The pen went still once again before the pen and the paper was put down on the bed, she waited as she heard a slight static sound behind her, then there was a tap on her shoulder, a sharp object tapping on her flesh, she then turned to see the TV demon Vox in all his glory. She held her breath, waiting for the terrifying creature to move, possibly trying to kill her.
"I'm a demon (Y/N)..."
Then everything went black for her as she fainted and fell into the darkness of her mind.

.   .   .

As she slowly woke again she found she was on her soft and bouncy mattress, she considered that it may have all just been a nightmare and she got up, got dressed then headed to the kitchen to find Vox making (f/b/f).
(Y/N) held her breath, watching the demon cook.
"Morning (Y/N)."
She was surprised, how did he know she was there?
"You hungry?"
She nodded, she may have been shocked but she still had her appetite. The TV head nodded and gave her a large plate piled with (f/b/f) and some other things to balance the meal for (Y/N).
She took the meal and gave him a small smile and walked over to the dining room table then started to dig in. She noticed Vox wasn't eating and he seemed to sense her question before she even asked it. "I can't eat in the mortal world, the food here just doesn't... Sit well."
She nodded, understanding just a bit and continued to eat her breakfast.

~Time skip cuz I'm lazy~

A few years have passed and (Y/N) got used to Vox being a demon, some nights she would get nightmares and Vox would comfort her and always find a way to make her feel better. They became great friends and they always found a way to make eachother feel better.
One night you both got all the chores done and were sitting down watching TV. You had your head on his side and he had one arm wrapped around you, you were both watching (favorite show) and were both happy with how well the day went. Once the commercials started playing you would talk about the years you two spent, the good days and the bad days, once (Y/N) accidently upset a bee hive and Vox got the hose, careful not to get himself wet. She thanked him so many times and let him write "Don't disturb bee hives" on her arm.
Over the years they have had laughed and she cried a bit and Vox started crying because she was crying, it was very emotional for both of them those days, and of course they were both able to sit in silence without getting uncomfortable. After a few more years (Y/N) died in a car accident and ended up in Hell, she and Vox reunited and after a decade they admitted their feelings for eachother and got together.

*I'm too lazy but here ya go I hope its good enough for now cuz my 2 brain cells are dying and I have school so um... Enjoy this I guess?*