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voxslays · 13 hours ago

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JD vox x Veronica g/n reader? Please. Take your time, 😄❤

A/N: ty for the request anon! i absolutely adore heathers, especially the song i chose for this fic (and also their dynamic??) sorry it took me so long! <3

MEANT TO BE YOURS

Featuring >>> JD-coded! Vox x Veronica! Reader

Vox had gone too far. He had tried to tear down the hotel from its roots—Charlie. He had tried to destroy the only family you had left…and you couldn’t take it anymore. So you did the only rational thing you could think of. You cut Vox off completely. Which in hindsight, was the worst mistake you ever could’ve made.

Vox was outside your room in the hotel, simply standing there menacingly. There were small bolts of blue electricity stemming from his clawed hands. His usually blue and red eyes now in their hypnotic state. You were done for, you thought. Yet, in a demanding but sweet tone, Vox yells, “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed!” He laughs manically. “You're my date to the extermination watch-party tonight!” He says as he zaps into your room via the TV.

Your jaw drops in shock at Vox's bizarre proclamation. The manic gleam in his eyes is unsettling, but there's an undeniable undercurrent of desperation beneath his cruel facade. He reaches out to grab your arm, his grip surprisingly gentle compared to the intimidating aura surrounding him. "You chucked me out like I was trash.” Vox sneers. “And for that you should be dead.” He says, his tone both firey and furious—even more so than the depths of hell that surround you.

His hands tremble slightly as he holds your arm. The electric current pulsing from his fingers seems to hum with an emotion you thought he didn't possess - vulnerability. "Then it hit me like a flash What if the hotel went away instead?" Vox declares harshly. "Those assholes are the key! They're keeping you away from me!” He states, seemingly unaware of how insane he sounds to you. “They made you blind, messed up your mind!” Vox hums. “But I can set you free!” He whispers.

“Vox, I-” His grip tightens slightly, the electric current pulsing through his fingers almost warm. "You left me and I fell apart…I punched the wall and cried." He growls softly, making punching motions with his fists, but there's an underlying plea that makes your heart falter. "Then I found you, changed my heart. And set loose all that truthful shit inside!" Your heart breaks for him. What had you done to this man? “Vox, please.” You beg.

His face contorts into a mix of anger and sorrow, pixelated tears nearly welling up in his hypnotic eyes. "And so I built a bomb!” He shouts, his voice cracking slightly. “Tonight the hotel is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they never see the violence calm!" His voice raises. You gasp.

He pulls you closer, his face inches from yours. The electric current from his hands now a comforting warmth as he looks at you with pleading, crazed eyes. "I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one!” He pauses, gripping your hands tighter. “Don't give up on me now, finish what we've begun!" Before you could even give your answer to the overlord, he speaks again. “So when the hotel goes "boom" with everyone inside.” He makes finger guns with little ‘pkhew!’ sounds, which would’ve been cute in any other situation. “In the rubble of their tomb, we'll plant this note explaining why they died!” Vox hums, his enthusiasm never faltering.

We, the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, will die! Our burned bodies may finally get through to you, Our society churns out slaves and blanks. No, thanks. Signed the residents of the Hazbin Hotel, Goodbye.

“I was meant to be yours, we were meant to be one.” Vox sighs as he sings his heart out to you. “I can't make it alone, help me finish what we've begun!” You were terrified. Vox’s hypnotic eyes had began to spin, and you had almost lost yourself in his trance. You were running out of time. “You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart, can't just leave me to bleed!” While he’s distracted, you take this as your chance to get into your closet, locking the door tightly, and leaning a chair against it.

He listens to the sound of the closet door locking, his grin fading as confusion and a hint of panic, anger, and frustration sets in. "What…?" He mutters, turning around to face the closet door. "Darling, open the, open the door, please…" He begs, his voice slightly shaky. “Sweetheart, open the door.”

He pounds his fists against the closet door, the dark wood creaking under his blows. "Can we not fight anymore, please?” He begs once again, receiving no answer. “Can we not fight anymore?” He repeats, his voice echoing through the room. Suddenly, he stops and presses his ear against the door, listening intently. His voice softens to a whisper. “Sure, you're scared, I've been there, I can set you free!" He taps his long demon-like nails gently on the door.

He steps back from the door, his expression turning cold and calculating. "Don’t make me come in there!” Vox warns, raising his voice. “I'm gonna count to three!” He yells as the static in his voice appears. He reaches for the doorknob, his hand wrapping around it tightly. "One…" He counts, his voice steady and menacing. "Two…" He continues, his voice growing louder. "Fuck it!" He shouts, as he forces open the door. “Found you…”