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I'll Never Meet Another You - Part 1
📺 【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 】📺
𝐀/𝐍: Is that...? Oh my god- It's the sound of another WIP in my endless void of fanfic ideas that managed to see the light of day!! It also means I've added another demon husband to my ✨cOlLeCtIoN✨
So, I'm definitely doing a continuation of this- I was having WAY too much fun writing it.
Enjoy your yandere, stalking, creepy-ass television man! :)
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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐯, 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴛᴀʟᴋᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴛᴀɴɢᴏ | ᴀᴜᴛᴏʜᴇᴀʀᴛ
. . .
Electricity bounced across clawed, neon-blue fingertips as Vox’s collection of monitors booted up, lining the walls in a cyan-hued excess of the latest tech his company manufactured.
With but a wave of his hand, the devices were slaves to his command.
As Vox sat upon his electronic throne that was centered before it all, he closed every work-related tab within his mental browser, before slumping in his seat within the darkness. The demon rubbed where the bridge of his nose would’ve been with a stressed crease in his brows; a little habit that he had acquired from his life above.
To say it had been a long day would’ve been the understatement of the century. For the first twelve hours since he had emerged from his quarters, Vox had been bombarded with underlings shoving incessant workloads into his lap.
Ensuring the reputation of the Vees, the new VoxTech Angelic Security system that he had been developing, the countless amount of paperwork and maintaining the digital grid, and to top it all off, he had to manage the temper of one pissed-off Valentino.
Ugh... Fuckin' Val and his goddamn runaways... it's not my fucking fault he can't manage his toys.
Dealing with the lustful moth Overlord's temper tantrums were usually the absolute highlights of Vox's day, but this time in particular there was quite the treat in store for the overworked Overlord.
Hm... Maybe that's how the name came to be. Ah, who am I kidding? Velv just sits on her ass all day.
Of course, Vox pushed his indignation aside and swept everything up with a winning smile of pure showmanship, the pinnacle of excellence in front of the public.
And just as everything seemed to fall into place, like any other day of Vox cleaning up the messes of his fellow Overlords, something just had to go fucking wrong.
Imagine being the literal fucking backbone of the Vees, ensuring that their picture-perfect reputation of utmost excellence and being called up by an irritated Velvet to play babysitter and manage the man-child because of fucking Angel Dust-
And then catching wind of ḧ̴͇͕́̍i̷̡̹͋͂̓m̵͈͔̳̭̙̍͝ returning...
A few sparks flew from Vox's antenna as his overheated fans whirred rapidly. That old timey, triangle-assed p̴̲̩̮͙̜̎́̋r̸͓̟͆̀͆i̸̼͕͓̺̹̪̔͛͊̋͗c̸̢̤̐͂͜k̵̻̭̦̣̪͈̕-̸̢̡̪͇̖̈́...
Slowly, he took a deep breath, stretching his knuckles and tilting his head to the side with a deep frown. He had the evening to himself, now. No Radio-Pricks, no need to maintain the perfect facade he had so carefully crafted for himself and his allies, and no Valentino.
Time to unwind...
A cup of coffee materialized in his hand with a spark of electricity that lingered around his hand, dancing upon his fingers. He scooted just a bit closer to the large, main monitor within the center of TVs installed in his office, and his mental request was immediately answered by the large computer screen before him.
A zipped file containing possibly the most sensitive information that you couldn’t fucking torture out of the television demon happened to be the very first result of his search, almost teasing him with the overtness of his little obsession.
Vox clicked on the file quicker than ever before, and he took a long, slow sip of his drink as he focused solely upon the pretty little blessing that had graced his screens since a few months ago.
You were lounging on your couch, scrolling haphazardly on your phone in your less-than ideal apartment, but hey, it worked for you, so who was Vox to judge? Even if he would've placed you in one of the most mind-bogglingly extravagant penthouses that you'd ever seen in your afterlife, he had no qualms as long as you remained untouched.
And luckily, his position and occupation made it more than easy to ensure that you had no one in particular in mind to take his place.
No matter where you were, or what you were doing, nothing about you remained unseen by Vox, and no stone was left unturned when it came to your private life.
And Vox was always there. Watching. Adoring you through digitally enamored eyes without moving an inch from his seat.
Small, pixelated hearts floated across his interface as you looked through your phone, blessing him with a plethora of reactions. Whether it be with a small pout of your lips, to the furrow of your brows, to that cute giggle-snort you made whenever something seemed funny to you, the electronic Overlord drank it up like red wine from a golden cup glorified by gods themselves.
Lord, Vox had it bad.
Every step you took, every breath you inhaled, every purchase you made, every club or restaurant you went to, your exact order at your favorite diner, your taste in fashion and jewelry, he memorized every fact, photo, and video and saved it all in a private file.
It was Vox's most precious possession, the closest he could ever get to you, for now.
Vox’s smile stretched across his flat-screen face; a neon hue of razor-sharp teeth pulled into a fond simper as the sound of your chiming laughter rang out across his office.
How he wished to capture the sound, perhaps place it into a bottle for him, and only him to hear, your smile a treasure of the rarest quality to keep.
There was no doubt about it, Vox was your number one fan.
More monitors across the room lit up, whether it be with your beautiful face or your soft, angelic singing, there was nothing but you, you...
Y̵̼̜̿o̴̝͕̾ṷ̸̇.̶͈͍̎̔ ̵̟̒̚
Vox hated the idea of having to share this with anyone else. Share you with anyone else. Every time he ended the night like this, he had to fight the urge to steal you away and seat you upon your rightful place, a throne beside his, towering above his empire with no unworthy, sinful eyes to look upon you.
“Huh... I’ve actually always wondered what that ‘Vox’ guy is like in real life...” said demon froze at the sound of his name pouring from your lips, and a soft blush mixed with the bright blue glow of his face, coloring it a light lavender pink. You were talking to yourself again, something Vox binged like a talk show whenever he was off work.
He could watch you all day like this. And God knows that he would massacre any number of demons, conquer any area of territory simply for a few minutes in your presence.
A casual conversation, witty banter, fuck, he'd rather talk about the goddamn weather with you than be deprived of your presence any longer. Not behind a screen, but in person.
Vox needed something, anything with you, romantic or platonic, though the former would surely grow an insatiable craving, if you kept teasing him like this.
He needed you to be there for him, to just treat him like a person.
Vox normally wouldn't mind the fact that he was always perfecting himself for others, catering to their every desire. A machine. Meant to serve the masses, and in turn, they'd fall to their feet before him like flies to honey, insatiable, pathetic worms.
But it'd drive anyone to the brink of fucking insanity, to keep up the same, cheery yet suave charade every draining day.
And with you? Even if you never knew about your secret admirer’s ever-prying eyes watching your every step, it felt like Vox didn't need to put on a show for you. He could simply watch and listen as you, sweet, mischievous, lovable you talked his ears off for the rest of his day.
What I'd give to just kiss the hell out of her-
“Heh, he’s actually kind of cute. Y’know, for a TV, I guess...” you giggled at the end of your sentence as you scrolled through more photos of him, drinking up every piece of content that featured the demon that was watching you through your camera.
A little side-menu of exactly what you had been looking through immediately popped up, and an intense zapping noise from above signaled to Vox that, once again, the demon was two seconds away from overheating and having to reboot himself as he nearly spit out his hot drink.
Vox nearly short-circuited in his seat as you smiled warmly down at your phone, directly into his eyes as his cold, mechanical heart pounded in his chest, and bright red spread across his screen like a virus.
“Oh... Ohoho...”
“Now that’s good television...”
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End Notes: Ok, holy SHIT-
I really like this one. Like GODDAMN this was so fun to write!! I'll definitely be doing headcanons for yandere Hazbin Hotel very soon. Also, that A03 shit I just pulled at the end? You're welcome ;)
Btw I'm working on my Masterlist, so if anyone has requests or drabbles that they'd like to enter, don't be afraid to ask! I think I'll make some rules clear later, like no EXTREME asks or kinks or anything like that.
Smut is on the table though don't be afraid lmao. I'll be the one shaking in my boots when I'm about to post it- 😓
Anyway, thanks for reading!! See you next time✨
I'll Never Meet Another You... - Part 2
📺〘 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 〙📺
𝐀/𝐍: Back after popular demand... *drumroll* OUR FAVORITE TV MAN!! 🥰 I just love writing Possessive!Vox, idk what it is about him, he's just so sCrUmPtIoUs-
I lowkey feel like I'm betraying my country of Alastor Nation by simping for this man, but CAN YOU BLAME ME??
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𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟑,𝟎𝟕𝟗 ⚠︎ 𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐖 ⚠︎: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫, 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐕𝐨𝐱 𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜. 𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: ꜱᴏᴍᴇʙᴏᴅʏ'ꜱ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴇ
. . .
The skies of hell that normally shone a bright cherry red had faded into a deep alluring maroon, mock sparkles twinkling down upon the Pride Ring in a beautiful imitation of Earth’s stars when you finally returned home from work.
You slammed your front door behind you, as all of the day’s pent-up frustration from being overworked and criminally underpaid finally weighed down on you, and a few dishes trembled in fear of your wrath as a soft glow of darkness outlined your figure.
The peace of the apartment had been entirely interrupted to make room for your sulking at your shitty living situation, though you knew you should’ve been grateful to have your job, however stressful.
For you, it definitely beat out prostitution or becoming an assassin-for-hire, so, who were you to complain about your mentally taxing job as a waitress? You might’ve been catcalled a handful of times, and maybe it even bordered on harassment here and there, but you weren’t forced to outright fuck them.
And thankfully, after some time, you had realized that for some reason, they never seemed to return to the restaurant, seeming to go missing completely from existence. Even an uncomfortable coworker of yours that you despised being around had been “let go” after a mere day of working at the diner. Maybe they all got the hint? That’s what you’d like to hope.
Though, even if you were safe from such advances, you definitely weren’t spared from the abuse of being burnt out of all your social battery in order to serve people.
The fact that it was Valentine’s Day in a few days didn’t make it any better.
For the entire first week of February, you were forced to sacrifice your sanity to serve people with a dazzling smile and cake a ridiculous amount of concealer on your face to hide your heavy eyebags.
Not to mention the slight jealousy that had boiled over inside of you, fueled by exhaustion and loneliness from cold nights alone and grueling days working at the restaurant, whenever you had to serve those lovey-dovey couples that were all over each other.
You despised them, with their tender Eskimo kisses, and stupid, mushy pet names for each other, and- Oh, great, they’re fucking under the table, now!
You’d had to kick out more than one group for that handful of incidents.
Just once, you’d like for someone to sweep you off your tired feet and bring you to a nice little outing, while shoving your infatuation with each other in everyone’s single-pringle fucking faces.
Oh, well. It wasn’t like finding love in a wretched place like Hell was probable. But you had your delusional fantasies, and more importantly, your playlists.
A familiar bloom of warmth in your chest had your heart ache with relief as you stumbled over to your bedroom. You promptly flopped onto your thin, squeaky mattress and stretched out your arms and legs, popping each stiff joint that had formed that day.
Rolling onto your back, you let your loose hair that had been strained into a bun all day fall onto the bed as you opened Sinstagram, bobbing your head to a song that had been stuck inside your playlist for a while.
It felt like an actual crime to start indulging in your daily stalking admiring of your latest obsession, the television Overlord himself, the founder of the biggest tech company in the Pride Ring, you guessed it, Vox.
Yes, you knew that it was creepy, but this was Hell. Who was anyone to judge you for fangirling – just a little bit – over him? Especially with that face card. You’d had very unsavory relationships in the past, but you’d throw your entire Sacred Rulebook of Relationship Standards out of the proverbial window for Vox.
Besides, anyone would be fucking blind not to fawn over him. Seven feet tall, hotter than hell itself, and more powerful and influential than you could possibly conceive? He was every Wattpad reader’s wet dream. The blueprint, if you were being honest.
As you start scrolling through his Sinstagram – well, the company’s, really – a soft smile spreads across your face, your yearning gaze completely taken with him.
The levels of down bad you had to be, to fall in love with a flat screen...
Unbeknownst to you, a soft whirring that could’ve easily been mistaken for an air conditioner had gotten louder and louder, closer and closer to the familiar stained glass of your bedroom window, tarnished with smoke and pollution. But it was clear enough for someone to look in and see what heinous acts you were doing on that phone of yours, never mind your search history.
Even Val would turn his nose up at some of that shit...
You didn’t even notice the small flash of the lens from its installed camera, or how it hovered just ever so close enough to the window beside you that it could get a proper view of what you were looking at, the contents of your phone on display for its Master to see.
And said Master was currently relaxing into his chair with a self-satisfied simper, his earlier stress from the typical daily jetlag melting away in your presence. The tension in Vox's shoulders loosened as his fingers danced over the keyboard briefly, and a monitor to the right lit up with a close-up of your face.
We meet again, Doll~...
The electronic Overlord had been awaiting this moment for what seemed like an eternity, as he mundanely danced his way through daily routine simply to keep you under his watchful eye, come the evening.
Throughout the day, Vox’s phone had been blowing up, par for the course of the ‘season of love’, as they called it. Of course, dealing with his job daily would’ve been an absolute thrill; cultivating his power and influence to spread across the Pride Ring by the second, watch Sinners fall over themselves to purchase the latest of VoxTech, y’know, the usual everyday experience.
But you were his change in daily routine, an escape from the facade of a showman that he had to keep up for the public, and you were right within Vox's reach.
And he could only restrain himself from up and snatching you away for so long.
Though, recently, the idea of kidnapping you had left a rather sour taste on Vox's tongue. He would've rather lured you in with his persona, and captivate you with all that he could offer, the security, the wealth, whatever you'd desire, Vox would provide.
So, when Vox found out about your "little" infatuation with him, what with the sinful fanart hoarding and the fact that you anonymously followed every account that he or his company managed, it was a game changer.
And the television demon was, above all, a courteous, charismatic demon, despite his... outbursts. And although he didn't have much relationship experience, he'd rather like to learn.
And he was sure that you'd be more than willing to teach him.
Vox’s focus from his fantasies were broken by the sight of your expression souring when a notification pinged on your phone.
It was your new co-worker, who had texted you the details of the new opening times since the restaurant had been getting much more foot traffic.
And it apparently planned to remain that way until the end of the month.
"6 A.M.? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright, might as well get to bed earlier, now," you stood up and begrudgingly over to your bathroom, grumbling a string of curses as your bad mood was freshly revived.
Vox watched as you retreated from your bedroom, throwing articles of clothing from the bathroom onto your bed.
Water began pattering against the marble walls, and steam had gradually seeped into the room.
“I’m just an average man, with an average life...”
“I work from nine to five, hey, hell, I pay the price.”
Oh, you little tease...
With a soft scoff at the irony, Vox started humming along to the little tune you’d started singing as he tapped his fingers against the desk, impatient to be graced with your presence on the live feed of the VoxTech Voyeurscope.
“All I want is to be left alone, in my average home.”
“But why do I always feel, like I’m in the Twilight Zone?”
Vox sat back in his chair and kicked his legs upon the surface of his desk, his mind racing with answers to your predicament.
“I always feel like, somebody’s watchin’ me~!"
He was accustomed to returning to his room, only to bear witness to your mad self-ranting about what a dick your boss was, how your shitty pay was barely supporting you, and the many idiots you had to deal with, ones Vox would personally take care of, of course.
“And I have no privacy, ooh-oh-oh,"
"I always feel like, somebody's watching me!"
But as entertaining as it was, Vox hated seeing you slump into your abode, the eyebags more prominent than ever on your face.
You looked so... tired, so spent. He'd never use you like that, not if he was your boss...
“Tell me is it just a dream?”
Wait...
A pixelated lightbulb flashed against the left side of Vox's interface as he leaned forward against his monitor, frantically searching for whoever he needed to terminate fire so that you could take their place.
And, like a hellish prayer answered, the spot for a personal assistant was gloriously empty.
Heh, there really is a God...
A wave of Vox’s hand ordered the computer to direct him to his personal digital office, showing him forms, emails, and requests waiting for him to green light, all minor cases compared to what he was searching for.
It didn’t take long for Vox to find the form he was looking for, and it seemed that Lucifer had smiled upon him that day, as right when he retrieved the assistant application form, you exited the shower, the patter of water coming to an abrupt stop.
You walked out in nothing but a towel and a sheen of water droplets glistening against your skin. Ever the gentleman, Vox turned away with a small blue-hued blush when you dropped the towel and began to dress yourself, only turning back when he spotted you picking up the towel out of his peripheral.
With a small, triumphant smirk and a short mental request, the Voyeurscope returned promptly to Vox. He handed it the form, manifesting it into a physical piece of paper to insert into its awaiting craned claws.
Vox could get you out of that horrible place, no doubt about it. But he had to make sure that you did your part as well.
"Bring this to her apartment. Be discreet about it."
He handed the drone the empty form, and instantly it zoomed across the Entertainment District to your apartment, which wasn’t even that far from the Vee’s headquarters.
It made a short trip through the ventilation system that led into your bedroom, tucking in on itself to deliver the paper to you.
Thankfully your back was turned to it and braiding your hair, as a shiny metal claw reached out from behind the metal door to the vent just above your bed. It dropped the application form upon your mattress, and Vox waited with bated breath for you to notice.
The form floated precariously down onto your bed, landing gracefully just as you turned around and jumped onto the mattress. You were half-tempted to reach for your phone and end the night with your daily simp-scrolling before bed.
Vox’s heart lurched in his chest once you spotted the form and held up the piece of paper with a questioning expression. You didn’t remember having this anywhere in your bag when you left the restaurant.
“What in the...?”
Then, your eyes caught onto the logo.
VoxTech.
Holy shit.
Apparently, you’d accidentally snatched someone else’s application form to work for VoxTech, an idea that completely slipped your mind for the last miserable months you’d slaved away at the diner you worked at.
It wasn’t like a spontaneous trip to the Entertainment District, of all places, was something that you could afford, let alone tolerate with the skeezes that sauntered about the streets, looking for young little things like you to prey on.
But despite its infamous reputation, Vox definitely wasn’t the worst of the Vees, not by a fucking long shot. And that wasn’t just your obsessive, simping brain talking here.
Sure, he was the embodiment of capitalism and corporate greed at its finest, but an office job with a few tons of workload sounded much better than what you were getting, working at a shabby restaurant and going home every night to your shithole of an apartment.
Not to mention, you’d be working under the Overlord you’d obsessed over for weeks on end.
Hopefully you’d get the chance to be under him, too-
Also, the goddamn paygrade! Your eyes bulged out of your head and your mouth fell slightly agape in surprise, unaware of how the television Overlord was gauging your every reaction and sipping on his coffee with an amused smirk.
Perhaps God had finally taken pity upon your mortal soul and decided that you deserved to catch a break, and for that, you were eternally grateful. You’d be skipping halfway to church, by now, if Hell had one. Maybe even click your heels a couple times on the way, too.
In a flash, you rushed over to your nuclear fallout zone of a desk, sweeping the mess of papers and ‘RENT DUE’ bills off its surface. You quickly took a pen and scribbled down the required information for the application form at lightning speed. Smoke was practically rising off the paper by the time you were done with it.
The form was filled out in record time, and Vox watched as his plan unfolded perfectly before him. The definite click of your desk drawer closed as you placed the form inside for tomorrow, your fate sealed and unknowingly passed into Vox's greedy hands.
“So gullible for me, aren’t you~?” His gaze softened adoringly towards you as he murmured to no one; gentle, placating words meant for your ears hitting only the damned barrier of his computer screen.
A fond, blue-hued grin lined with neon teal teeth spread across Vox’s blue-screen interface as he watched you flop onto your bed. You kicked your feet happily and gushed like a schoolgirl as you lost yourself to your daydreaming.
You knew you weren’t important enough to actually have a meeting with Vox himself, but this was fucking fanfic material, and a gorgeous opportunity that you knew was too good to brush off.
“Ooh! I can’t wait to meet him! If I ever meet him. I wonder what Vox's like when he isn’t working... He’s definitely the Type A kinda guy, super work oriented.” A spot-on observation.
“Ugh... But I’m totally not, though. Eh, doesn’t matter, I’ll be accepted either way, it’s not like anyone else is brave enough to accept the job.” Well, she’s not wrong.
“No, that’s a little cocky. I mean, it’s not exactly a guarantee I’ll be accepted.” Oho, you’d be surprised, my dear...
You pouted doubtfully for a moment, weighing all the variables in your head. This could go horribly wrong for you, maybe even end up with your brains splattering against an aquarium wall, if you played your cards recklessly.
But you'd had enough of this life, and you were far from sick of drowning in the suffocating depressive cycle that you'd been spiraling into for the past couple of months since you'd arrived in Hell.
Who knew your afterlife would be just as dismal and bleak as your human one.
“But it’s worth a shot!” You clenched your fists with a newfound determination, and Vox let out a relieved sigh. You really shouldn’t scare him like that, not when he was so close to having you securely within his grasp. Willingly, that is.
If pushed to it, Vox had no qualms over taking you by force.
“Even though I have no idea what he’s like in person, I’d die to meet him. Double die, that is.”
“Ugh, but should I miss my shift for the interview? Or should I plan to go there whenever Boss gives me a break next?”
It was practically torture, watching you go back and forth between decisions, leaving Vox feeling like he was watching the finale of ‘Yeah, I Fucked Your Girlfriend, So What?’, and it had left him on the cruelest cliffhanger he could’ve possibly manifested in the history of shitty melodramas.
You hadn’t even decided what you were even going to wear, and you were already rethinking your afterlife’s choices.
Oh, shit...
Your once relaxed state was all but diminished when you realized that simply showing up to the interview wasn’t going to cut it. You had to dress to impress to land this job.
After all, Vox's reputation was the peak of excellence, perfection at its finest, and the company's interviewers would probably have you executed on the spot if you dared to show up in tattered sweatpants and your favorite hoodie.
You rushed over to your dresser, throwing out any articles of clothing you deemed inappropriate for the interview.
Finally, you settled on a plain midnight blue form-fitting blouse with a black ascot, and a black pencil skirt that you had bought for your uniform at the diner. You never wore it much, of course, with all the sleazy customers you’d attract, but you thought it was cute, anyway.
With a satisfied hum, you laid out the outfit upon your desk, and with a relieved sigh, fell right back into bed with your phone on the lowest brightness possible.
You then scrolled the endless crimson twilight away with half-lidded eyes until you slowly drifted off to sleep, leaving Vox alone to his thoughts once more.
Upon seeing your dozing form, Vox made the drone hover for just a few more moments to watch you drift off into a blissful sleep.
He promptly called it back, and once again, the poor drone worked overtime to return to its Master, and its battery was nearly completely spent as it landed in Vox's claws.
Sharp, neon-dipped fingers tampered with the device for a moment, searching for the gold mine of footage he had recorded. He tossed the video onto his monitor's screen, and the file loaded and saved instantly into his precious folder.
A warmth crept up his chest as he laid back in his chair, a conniving grin stretching its way onto his features.
The familiar smugness of sure victory, and the honey-sweet bitterness of whatever spell you had put him under had left his heart aching. You may have been prone to your midday daydreaming, but they couldn't compare to Vox's ambitious fantasies of you and him together.
And tomorrow, you'd be all his. His personal assistant, clad in that tight little uniform that had him frothing at the mouth for you.
And speaking of which...
Vox's retinas pulled up different images of uniforms and color-coordinated outfits that perfectly matched his likeness and style.
Indeed, when Vox was done with you, you'd be a spitting image of him, every facet and aspect of you fashioned for him, and him alone.
Every demon in Hell would know exactly who you belonged to, from the marks that would line your shoulders and thighs, to the pleated blue skirt and coattails that he'd have Velvet fashion, just for you.
She'd look stunning in my colors...
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𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: Alright, I promise, I SWEAR WE'RE GETTING THERE-
I needed to use this chapter to build up the plot's structure, since the first chapters tend to be little concepts of what I want the rest of the story to be about. I promise, ON MY MOTHER that next chapter we will be seeing more Vox x Reader content in chapter three, especially since the tv demon brainrot is invading and corrupting my brain cells rn 😓
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I'm taking a little break from my full-length fanfics for now, and I've decided to open up requests and finish the ones that I haven't gotten to yet. Headcanons, drabbles, one-shots, whatever you have in mind, request if you wish ;)
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ALRIGHT. ALRIGHT, IT'S TIME FOR A COMMITTMENT! IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE!
IT'S TIME... TO CONTINUE THE VOX FIC I'VE BEEN PUTTING OFF FOR SO LONG!!
I SWEAR, ON GOD I WILL UPDATE THIS FIC, YOU HAVE MY WORD
I'll Never Meet Another You - Part 3
📺 【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 】📺
𝐀/𝐍: *coryxkenshin ass entrance* Hey! W-Wassup? *sweats uncomfortably* It's been a while...
➺ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: Obsession, stalking, Boss/Favored Employee, manipulation, Vox having no sense of boundaries, but you don't notice because you're too busy fangirling lmao ➺ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏,𝟖𝟔𝟖
. . .
. . .
The commotion of rushing employees, frantic in their pace to their respective workplaces and office buildings nearly dizzied you on your way to the tallest building in the Entertainment District. Neon luxury bathed every street of the promiscuous sector, composed of streets filled with depraved Sinners, and had your wandering eyes widened with awed stars.
You had attempted to put more confidence into your steps as you walked around the district, trusting your phone to lead you to the Vee’s main headquarters, despite being slightly shaken by your surroundings.
But you were determined to keep up the facade of not being too shifty, shy, or ready to bolt. It wasn’t like you even could bolt, anyway. You’d missed your morning shift, and God only knows what would happen to you if you returned to that diner...
The soft whirring of an overheated camera barely caught your attention, as you were so wrapped in your own little world to notice how the lens adjusted to look directly at you, glaring down at you as you walked.
The cameras set above the entire city, unbeknownst to cute, quaint little you, had zeroed in on your form since your arrival, wearing a large overcoat – slightly worn, but suitable – over the delicious little outfit that had one demon in particular frothing at the mouth.
He couldn’t wait to pick out his own little outfits for you to wear, all tailored to match him and his tastes. Just imagining his cute, future wife clad in the dresses that housewives would wear in his time was enough to send the demon into complete overdrive.
Vox was already walking around the halls in a calm frenzy as soon as you slammed the door to your apartment, with your filled-out application in hand. His nerves wouldn't allow him to sit still, not for a moment, not while his dearest was out there, on the streets for any to grab!
He had even watched with growing tension as you debated over whether you should go to the interview, to which he nearly activated his hypnotism to just push you out the door and into his arms already-!
Vox cleared his throat. No need to lose his patience, now. You were here, in his domain. No other unworthy scum of a Sinner could snatch you up, now.
Besides, you put in so much effort to impress your future husband boss, shouldn’t he do the same for you?
. . .
“Are you deaf, or just that fucking ᵾꞩēłēꞩꞩ?” Vox barked to the nearest intern, watching them with pure contempt as they shuddered under his icy glare.
“I-I’m sorry, Sir! I’ll put in an a-appointment with her right away!”
“Good. Clear my schedule of other meetings for now, and have my office prepared for my appointment.”
Shock dawned on the intern’s face, but before another moment passed, he stuttered pitifully, “Uhm, could I get her name, S-Sir?”
Antenna sparking impatiently, Vox allowed your name tumble softly from his lips. No trace of malice from his exhausted frustration poisoning his words.
The tension in his padded shoulders loosened just ever so slightly, before he snapped again at the young trainee, who was blinking dumbly up at him with his mouth agape.
He’d never seen his boss so calm... It set the hairs on his neck to stand on-end.
“You got that?”
The intern jumped, glasses nearly falling off his nose as he frantically jotted down your name. “Got i-it!”
With that, he quickly scampered away to let his other staff members aware of the boss’s new assistant, a shiny toy that innocently wandered the streets of Hell without a care in the world. He prayed for whatever poor soul managed to catch his employer's ever-watching eyes.
Vox rolled his eyes with a disgusted groan before starting again down the hallway. Fluorescent lights bloomed ahead of him, setting a pale, neon path of electric teal and offices stretching literal miles until the nearest elevator.
He probably shouldn’t have left such an important task to some incompetent underling, but there was too much on his plate to deal with it, for now. He had a date meeting with a lovely little doll to prepare for.
For every section of the Vee’s tower, there was a flair completely unique to each member, whether that be Velvet’s more glamourous, chic wardrobe of bone-thin, overworked models, Valentino’s debauched studio simmering with lust around every corner, or the advanced, technologically-inclined office floors where Vox normally dwelled.
Floors that you would rule over, seated comfortably next to him.
Pointed dress shoes, tipped with cyan flared blue sparks against the polished marble floors like the very electricity the Overlord emitted. Had anyone walked past Vox in that moment, the hairs on the back of their necks and arms would have risen in tandem with the crackling energy that tainted the frigid air.
There was very little in Vox’s afterlife that brought him comfort, but he couldn’t help but find solace in the thought of you rushing down the streets of the Entertainment District, simply to make it on time to your appointment with him.
Honestly, it was only a matter of time before he had you in his clutches. Like a naive little lamb to the slaughter, you trusted him with your very soul.
And, no doubt, that would very soon belong to him, too.
Vox nearly blue-screened at the thought of a chain around your neck, emblazoned with his name, electric-blue and sparking against your tender skin. He could feel the light buzzing around his cheeks that flared up in a soft lavender-pink against his interface.
Just then, the equivalent of hairs rising on the back of Vox's neck came in a series of light sparks tickling the outlets on the back of his head.
“Voxxy~!”
Ӻᵾȼҟīꞥꞡ-
Immediately fixing his grimace, Vox swerved around on his heel with the most tooth-grinding smile he could muster, though a twitch of his left eye was a dead giveaway.
Valentino didn't so much as blink at the Overlord's obvious irritation, not at all taking the hint that maybe this wasn't the best time to pester him with whatever the fuck Val was failing to manage now-
"I've been looking for you everywhere, cariño!" The oversized insect said with too wide a smile, too forced a laugh, and Vox knew he was in for an interrogation - either that, or Val was, once again, trying to rope him into bed.
"You've been locked up in that apartment of yours for so long, amour, why don't we relax for a bit~?"
Vox didn't allow Valentino to usher him a single step away from the large window he'd been overlooking the district, wondering which shadow that scurried the streets belonged to you.
And what a sudden appearance, too. If his mind weren't swarming with thoughts of where you could be at the moment, Vox would've been questioning the sudden - and painfully obvious - distraction Valentino was trying to pose.
"I don't have time for that, right now," Vox brushed off his touch with a disgusted glower. "I have a meeting in ten, so it's going to have to wait, Val." He turned to walk away, albeit with his feathers slightly ruffled, but it was nothing that a couple moments spent with you couldn't-
"A meeting?" The moth demon blinked, his eyes adjusting to the blaring lights ahead. Vox was surprised that Valentino had even made an effort to visit him on his floor, since the Overlord was clearly blind out of his wits.
"Hm... Could this have something to do with whatever's been distracting you from your job, recently? Or..." Valentino scowled down at Vox with a narrowed, scrutinizing gaze taking in the sudden tensity in his padded shoulders.
His face curled into a triumphant sneer when Vox stopped dead in his tracks. If there was anything Valentino hated, it was being ignored.
"Or whoever?" Crimson tendrils of smoke blew from the moth's mouth, tainted by his ire. "They're probably a good fuck, if they managed to match up to your standards," with another smokey drag, Val rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. "Since you won't take any of my whores."
"Ɇӿȼᵾꞩē ᵯē?"
White-hot electrical currents climbed up Vox's throat, spreading through his fingertips and zapping at the antenna of his hat. He glared up at Valentino through glitching red eye sockets, daring him to overstep further.
The moth hid a heated shiver underneath Vox's murderous gaze, his glitching eyes sharpened, poisonous blades slitting into his skin at the mention of you.
Oh, you... You were different, weren't you? Not just some cumdump for Vox to use and abuse all in one night, nothing like his dolls that would return to him, bruised and in hysterics because of what Vox did to them.
No. You were special to him. The very thought made Valentino's blood seethe.
"You are certainly one to talk about being distracted."
The porn director took no offense to Vox's insinuation, already as comfortable as he could be with the knowledge that it was the television demon who took reign of the strings.
With overflowing confidence, He simply crossed his arms with a venomous smirk, jutting his hip out beneath one of his lower arms.
Val's way of blowing off steam would one day surely get him brutally murdered. By his own fellow Overlord, no less.
"Aw, did I touch a nerve there, Voxxy~?"
And Vox was two seconds away from ripping the insect apart.
"Don't ӻᵾȼҟīꞥꞡ test me right now-"
"Sir?"
A small, agitating buzz coming from the installed intercom on Vox's face further tipped the overflowing bucket of his impatience. Yet another idiotic distraction from you, another obstruction from his darling's side.
With a final, stinging glower shot towards Valentino, and a non-committal grunt, his claw gave a single tap to the now prominent phone icon on the side of his face.
"Go manage one of your sluts, Val. Maybe actually do your fucking job, for a change."
Vox spared no glance to the moth, but a spiteful scoff and the clicking of back-breaking heels stomping away from him gave enough closure.
"Ӻᵾȼҟīꞥꞡ ⱳħⱥⱦ?" The noxious growl of Vox practically grinding his teeth into the intercom sent jolts of spiking electricity down the employee's spine.
Fuck, this must've really not been a good time to bother him.
The employee huffed as sweat formed at his brow. He mustered up the courage to speak again after feeling as if his tongue would be cut out, should he utter a syllable.
Maybe give Vox the coffee with the sweeter creamer, next time.
"Well, uhm... The lady you wanted me to set up an appointment for... S-She's already here, sir."
Every ounce of bottled-up fury dissipated. Like a sudden, Godsent sunlight bursting through thunderous clouds, the storm in Vox's mind suddenly evaporated into thin air.
Vox tried to grasp his once boiling-hot, downright murderous fury, but the mention of you had stolen every bit of attention he had to spare. Only one emotion - or a muddle of them, really - managed to seep through his voice, into a single syllable.
Shock, surprise, disbelief, jittering excitement, and then...
"What?"
. . .
𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: So, I know its been *checks calendar* (fucking hell- TWO MONTHS??) a while since I've updated this fic, but I swear there is a perfectly reasonable, understandable explanation.
The Vox brainrot has failed me, and I've been indoctrinated into the Welcome Home fandom (do expect some fics about WH btw) ANYWAYS! enough rambling, thank you so much for reading, and I'll see you next time :)
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Your take on Yan!Vox is absolutely fun- it reminds me a lot of the song Obsession by Innerpartysystem
That's all- love your work !
NO BUT ACTUALLY??? IT SOUNDS LITERALLY SOUNDS LIKE VOX STOP RN 😭🤚
Yo the fantasies are FaNtAsYiNg rn- thank you for this, Anon! <3
I'll Never Meet Another You - Part Four
📺 【 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑰𝑰 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑰𝑽 | 𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑽 】📺
𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: Boss x Employee, power imbalance, manipulation, obsession, Yandere!Vox x Reader
𝐀/𝐍: Since I haven't posted anything here for a damn while, I'm gonna catch ya'll up to what's been happening over on A03 😭 And yes, we have a new update schedule, now!
The moment you stepped into the meeting room, directed there by the irritable receptionist – clearly exhausted by whatever tasks higher-ups had shoved onto her plate - that crushing feeling of not belonging, and the weight of all your decisions had crashed down onto your shoulders.
As you were shoved into the waiting room, instructed to take a seat in one of the navy-blue armchairs and wait for him to interview you, you’d scrunched up your nose, wondering whether just everyone working in the Vees’ district was that snide and unbearable.
But a simple glance around the general area at all the tech-themed demons told you that, yes. Yes, they were. And of course they were miserable beyond belief. They – just like you, soon enough – didn't work in just any district, nor could they escape their binding contracts with whichever Overlord they were working for.
That fact cast a grim reality upon the rose-tinted fantasy you somehow managed to build around working at VoxTek, no matter how you attempted to distract yourself as you sat at the interview, fiddling with your nails under the piercing scrutiny of a camera that seemed to never swerve away from you.
But now, in the frigid, monitored silence, you were beginning to ask yourself the sensible questions you should’ve been considering before you even thought about filling out that application.
For starters, what in Hell made you think you were qualified for a job that was bound to be as grueling as that of an Overlord’s assistant? And how did you even expect to land a such prestigious position as that with your criminally unqualified job history? So why the fuck were you still sitting there like a simpering idiot?
You had just been debating rising from your seat, about to abandon the idea of building something new for yourself before you even picked up the tools, when the doors burst open. Cold electricity tickled the air, running pulses of shivers up your spine and down again as you laid your eyes on your future boss.
The door to the meeting room automatically slammed behind Vox, blocking out the crowd of employees. With a soft, irritated exhale, his smile finally dropped, and he laid his eyes on you.
Almost immediately, you stiffened, shooting up from your chair with a hasty greeting. “G-Good morning, sir,” you attempted to keep yourself from squeaking the words out, bowing at the waist before rising to see the Overlord’s dumbstruck expression.
You didn’t notice how Vox’s fingers twitched by his sides as a soft crackle elicited from his claws, how his sensors were on overdrive, nor the way his eyes lavishly caressed each curve of your body as you bent over in a bow.
He almost couldn’t believe that you were right there before him – perfect, beautiful, sweet little you.
Every cell in his being raved at him to snatch you up, that you were right there within his territory, his own little darling ready to be rescued from your terrible situation. He wasn’t a demon prone to letting his own imagination wander from the present, but all he could think of now was your bright future together.
And although you seemed so unsure now, glancing between the door and him with uncertainty, Vox would be sure to correct your hesitation. You had absolutely nothing to fear from him, after all.
“Good morning!” He adopted a warmer expression, unable to help the enthusiasm from brightening his voice. He paused, looking you over one more time, as if he were mentally taking a picture to remember this moment. Before you could question it, however, he swiftly carried on, summoning a device with the VoxTek logo engraved upon the surface.
You relaxed your shoulders and managed a steady smile in return, introducing yourself with a bit more confidence. Although Vox clearly held the power advantage here, if there was anything you picked up from dealing with obtusely powerful men, it was that they respected backbone, more than anything, and the ability to easily placate one was the sharpest tool in your arsenal.
“Welcome to VoxTek. I’m sure you already know my name,” he chuckled, reaching over to shake your hand.
“Well, who doesn’t?” With a small, fake laugh, obvious in how pitched it was, you hesitantly shook his hand. The way his smile widened, and how his hand fit so perfectly against yours, secure and grounding, shot pleasant sparks through you.
“Now, you’re here for an interview for the assistant position, correct?” Vox leveled a stare with you, laying on the most stern, no-nonsense attitude that he could keep up around you.
“I’m eager to begin, Sir.” He shivered. Oh, he liked that, coming from you. What other names would you call him? What expressions would you make while he forced you to choke them from your pretty lips? How would you utter them to him, sweet and submissive, his good little wife?
The entire time that Vox interviewed you, you were unable to look away from his eyes, too intimidated to trail your gaze up and down seven goddamn feet of sharp, pristine attire, skintight and taught around a wall of lean muscle that easily towered over you.
Though, as the questioning went on, what was supposed to be a rigid interview had miraculously evolved into simple banter between you two, and surprisingly, he even managed to make you laugh a few times. And how he reveled in those bursts of joy he elicited from you. Just beautiful.
This was perfect. So far, you didn’t even take notice of how Vox barely glanced at the list of standard questions he was meant to be asking you, nor did he even ask for your application or resume, nothing.
“And why would you want to work here, my dear?” Ah, the first real question that didn’t involve your personal life – or more specifically, your love life.
To his question, you gave an honest shrug that felt rather light on your shoulders. A strange, persistent buzz in your mind told you that you could trust the demon before you, that you could tell him anything. “I’m just tired of the same old routine of being beaten around, being given abysmal pay, before collapsing in some shitty apartment in the worst corner of Hell.”
Vox blinked at you, before bursting into a fit of laughter, a smooth, velvety sound broken only by soft glitches. You didn’t find anything very funny, however, as you raised your hands to your mouth, thinking you’d already blown it. “I-I’m so sorry, sir, I didn’t mean to-”
“Oh, don’t worry about it, Doll,” he interrupted, chuckling softly as he wiped a pixelated tear from his eye. “Nothin’ I haven’t heard before.”
He could’ve melted at the way you relaxed, and how a wobbly smile made its way to your face. Yes, yes, this was ꝑēɍӻēȼⱦ. Everything was going according to plan. All the strings he’d pulled, and here you finally were, at ease with his presence, freely smiling and laughing with him, every fiber of fear and apprehension gone from your expression as you leaned even closer to him.
Temptation gnawed at his wiring, but he held fast. Like a predator circling its prey, Vox would have to observe your every move to figure out just how to ensnare you. If he treaded carefully enough, he’d soon have his prize.
And yet, there he sat, his patience running thin as his claws itched to seize you, mind and heart begging to kiss you with every breath he could possibly offer, to watch you entangle yourself in his web and in his bedsheets.
He wanted to drop to his knees and beg for you not to leave him, ever. But Vox couldn’t afford to scare you away. Not yet, not when you were in his grasp, so close to being captured, being truly his.
And so, he sat back, attempting to relax himself whilst calming the lovesick ideations that he wished to project onto you.
“Now, you must know how we usually do things around here, what with Soul Contracts, and all...” your pulse nearly halted at his words, the air growing just a bit tighter.
You were a bit too attached to your soul to part with it yet, and he could tell from the way you immediately went on the defensive. But that was no matter. Soon, you’d be too attached to him to care for such a silly, mundane aspect of your mortality.
Your soul would inevitably belong to him, sure, but such a venture was insignificant, in the face of possessing something as precious as your heart, something he had only ever dreamed of.
“Don’t worry, I’m not asking for it right now.” You deflated with relief. “But... it is the company policy, my dear.” Vox’s brows furrowed for a moment, almost regarding you with pity. “I’m afraid we don’t manage loose ends, here.”
“Oh...” your eyes flickered to the door once more as you bit your bottom lip in deep thought. So far, he’d being nothing but a gentleman to you, absolutely nothing like the frigid, ambitious, pretentious asshole that both himself and the media portrayed him as.
That pretentious, stilted persona that you’d grown so used to hearing and seeing behind the silver screen was long gone, and such an alarming facade raised several red flags, now that you thought about it. Vox could very well be manipulating you into giving him my soul, for reasons that oblivious little you couldn’t seem to pinpoint.
Overlords, you reasoned to yourself as you gathered your bearings to politely decline the job offer. Perhaps there were other business ventures you could pursue, now that you thought about it. Maybe you cast the line just a bit too far, this time, and it would’ve been in your best interest to draw it in.
“I understand that you’re apprehensive,” Vox quickly amended, keeping desperation seeping through his voice. Though he could’ve easily kept you in his little kingdom through whatever means necessary, however violent or depraved, he’d truly rather not force you into anything.
He knew that if he did force you and wrench you away from all that you once knew rather than letting you slowly leave your old life behind in favor of being with him, your feelings for him would sour and spoil, leaving no place in your heart for him. And that was the only place Vox had ever wanted to be.
It was time to cast out his own line. “Perhaps... we can make an arrangement of sorts. It’s rather unorthodox, but nothing that anyone has to know about,” he offered, and you perked up.
“What kind of arrangement?” Hook.
“Think of it as a trial period! You work here for a few weeks, full time with full pay, and if you like it enough, you’ll stay here in exchange for one small thing.” Line.
You raised an eyebrow. While that did sound rather appealing, it seemed a few stretches too generous. And not even you could bat away your doubts with empty excuses, this time. Little did you know, he could expend any amount of money he wanted with no qualms nor glance at the cost, as long as the gamble had a chance of winning you.
“Excuse me for asking, Sir, but what exactly would you be getting out of this?”
More than you could ever know. “Oh, please. Besides, I can spare a few expenses for a charming little doll like yourself.”
“R-Really?” Sinker.
“Of course!” A row of sharp neon teeth shone in the pale neon lights, gleaming with temptation as you eyed them warily. “Take it or leave it, darling. The choice is yours.”
But it really wasn’t, since there was no way that you’d ever say no, though he didn’t blame you for taking the bait. The strings of manipulation were easy to learn, as long as one wielded them delicately. It was simply pure coincidence that he just happened to mean every word he spun to trap you.
“Well... I suppose I could try it out,” you smiled with an uneven shrug. And finally, finally , Vox relaxed his shoulders for the first time in hours.
“Perfect!” With a snap, a soul-binding contract was summoned – simply a reassurance that Vox would keep his end of the deal, he quickly explained to you – and he signed his name without hesitation, looking over at you with expectant eyes. You blinked, checking over the details of the contract before signing your name. Smart girl, always reading the fine print.
Placing your hands to your cheeks, you squeezed them to make sure you weren’t dreaming. The both of you stood, and he immediately took the opportunity to stand even closer to you. “I-I can’t believe you’d do something like this for me,” you smiled as Vox gripped your shoulders, steering you out of the meeting room.
“Of course, my dear! You’re special.” He grinned, opening the door for you whilst further pulling you against him, being sure to send a venomous glare towards anyone who dared to interrupt this moment with you.
A giggle tickled your lips, and the very depths of Vox’s heart. “Special, huh? You know, I’m getting the distinct feeling that you’re flirting with me.”
He raised an eyebrow, before leaning closer to you, so that you could feel the heat radiating from his interface. One glowing, crimson eye whirred erratically as it stared into yours. “And just what would give you that impression, my dear?”
Almost immediately, you swerved your head away from him, cheeks burning. With a low chuckle, Vox retracted his hand. His claws clenched around your shoulder, tugging you closer towards him as the two of you took tentative steps forward into your future.
And thus, began your shiny new career at VoxTek. An eternity of commitment.
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Headcanon Requests Are Open ❤️🎙️
I'm taking a step back from posting on A03 for a week (which I did consistently for 3 weeks - I have NO idea where I found the strength 😭) and so I'm taking requests for headcanons!!
Fluff, smut, angst, whatever you have in mind, I'll be working on them today and for the rest of next week <3
Also, I'm getting to posting the other headcanons of Soul!Owner Alastor x Reader that I promised, I've just been feeling very drained and this is my way of getting my creative juices flowing again.
