#the other vees tie vox to his chair to stop him from calling into the show and reading out the velp listings of all the cannibal restaurants

[cupidsncheerios]

the best thing about alastor being a famous radio host on his own is that he can just say shit. stayed gone or not he can just say shit and vox cannot stop him and i guarantee you he abuses that power

"got any recommendations for cannibal spots near the entertainment district?"

"dear listener, there are absolutely zero cannibal chophouses anywhere near vtower, a certain tv-headed overlord made quite sure of that after i gave him his first bite of sinner. even now, he destroys any nearby because the sight reminds him of me. pathetic, isn't it?"

[there are eight cannibal restaurants in the entertainment district]

[beababoobies]

can you write for a vox x fem! reader for an enemies to lovers?

for sure! Sorry this one’s a lil shorter, I have no clue how to write enemies to lovers.. but I tried for y’all! Also, Just for setting purposes, I made Reader the overlord of basically just, hell’s music. Thought that might be a good rivalry dhdkdjsid. :) 

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Vox X Fem!Overlord!Reader. words : 1k warning for slight manipulation.

You let out an impatient sigh as you check your watch. You had been called to this stupid fucking meeting - which you didn’t want to go to, because god knows how much you hate the Vees. But not a single one had shown up - not even the one you could slightly tolerate, 

Velvette. Not even Valentino - god knows he was up to other than torturing Angel - and you hoped to Satan that it would be anyone but Vox. Anyone but Vox would be okay. An assistant telling you that you got your schedules mixed. Maybe even just a flat out no show. That would be fine. 

But just as you thought that - a swing of the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and as you looked up, just to your luck, the flat-screen TV of a man you loved despised more than you’d ever be able to express in a business setting was greeting you with the smuggest, ugliest, most shit-eating grin you’d seen on his face in a while. This meant one of two things. Bad news, you owed him something, or He wanted something from you and was trying to play nice. 

“Good Afternoon, My Friend!” He said as he pulled out a chair opposite to you, resting his clasped hands on the table, putting on that insufferably fake classy act on. Like he didn’t want to shoot a bullet through your dead stare. Because he believed in reputation. Having a reputation in hell is like having a designer bag to carry your groceries. You don’t need it, no one actually cares if you have a one, but it makes you feel more special. You grimaced. 

“You’re already ten minutes late, Vox.” You said with a sigh, putting your feet up on the table lazily, leaning back with a tilt of your head, arms crossed to your chest. “Get on with it. I actually have things to do.” You snarled out, sighing as you leaned your head back on the chair, refusing to actually look him in his digital eyes, opting to stare at the stupid ceiling instead.

“Well, you are quite forward today, aren’t you?” He said with a small chuckle, trying to suck up his own ego for his professional reputation. He may have power, but you hold at least a quarter of his everything under your own music. He swallows thickly before continuing, adjusting his bow tie and straightening out.

“As you know, Alastor is back in town. So we- “ he started with bated breaths, before you promptly interrupted him with a snort. “Okay, I’m gonna stop you right about there.” You said with a chuckle as you let your eyes fall back on him, raising your eyebrows, tilting your head. “I am not getting involved with him. I have records to sell. I have an afterlife to live, until at the very least the next extermination.” You said with a heavy sigh, pulling your feet off the table and standing up, hands still crossed tight over your chest. 

“The reason I’m not dead is because I can recognize when someone can fucking kill me, Vox.” You continued, making your way to the door, turning back to look at him while you spoke. “If you expect me to-“ and it’s your turn to get cut off as he stands up as well, doing his off-putting electricity thing, teleporting from the security camera right in front of the doors, blocking your path. 

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, you’re so quick to assume.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “I don’t want you to go and fight him, darling.” You grimace as he starts with the pet names, rolling your eyes and staring at the floor, refusing to look him in the face again. “I want you to silence out his… propaganda.” He hums as you try to walk away from his bickering and nonsense, only to have him teleport straight back in front of you using the overhead light on the ceiling, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“That’s getting involved. A path to getting my screams played for everyone in this circle of hell to hear? No.” You say flatly, grimacing at him as he chuckles darkly, leaning on one hip as he looks you up and down, smiling. “But there’s so much we could offer you.” He starts as you try to walk away from him again, just to bump straight first into his chest all over again. 

“Maybe you could become one of the Vees. Valentino, Velvette, Vox, Y/N… you just have to think of a new, catchier name.” He says with a small sarcastic giggle, leaning down and looking at you with those stupid droopy eyes he always used when he wanted something out of you. The reason you always refused to look at him properly. You snapped your head away quickly, running for the door.

Running straight back into him. 

“You can’t just try to fucking - seduce me into doing your bidding! Jesus - fuck!” You groaned as you ran straight back into him, starting to fall onto your back, before he grabbed your hand, pulling you up and against him, one hand tightly on the curve of your waist, smiling down at you. 

“I’m not trying to seduce you for this in particular.” He said as you looked up at him with wide eyes and a small panicked expression, trying to think of a way out as blush spread across your cheeks, trying to pull your hand away from his to no avail. “I have much better reasons for seducing you, love.” He hums out, and you shut your eyes tight. 

Don’t fall for his trap. For your own sake. Don’t. 

“C’mon, give me a try, love” he purrs out, and you decide you at the very least have to assert some sort of dominance in this situation - you can’t get your way out of his terrifying grips - you can’t stop looking in his eyes - and so you do the last thing you wanted to - or maybe the thing you’ve been wanting to do ever since he walked in.

You pulled him down by his arm, lips pressed right against his, almost getting shocked by the electricity flowing rapidly though his veins, his own eyes wide - before closing them slowly. That was the absolute last thing he expected you to do - but he isn’t complaining. Tugging your harder again him, smiling against your lips. You pulled back, breathing heavily.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, darling.” 

[poisonedspider]

"Angel Dust!" An ever-cheerful, slightly electric voice called out. And, once Angel turned to look, Vox beamed and waved at him, making his way barefoot across the sand. "Have you seen the lagoon yet?"

He had two frozen margaritas and offered Angel one of them, in a distracted-seeming way; Vox was quite literally humming with excited electricity. "There's a little bridge going over the canal separating it from the sea and when I walked over it, there were sharks! Sharks!" He turned his grin up to Angel, screen automatically adjusting to combat the brightness of the sun. "They were tiny but they were fucking adorable.

"Are you busy? Would you like to go look at the sharks together?" He wasn't exactly pleading, but the hope in his eyes was undeniable. Other denizens of Hell were walking past in their lovely beach-attire, leaving Vox looking maybe a little silly in his short-shorts and open Hawaiian print shirt, but he paid no mind to anyone but Valentino's beautiful spider.

Angel hadn't been doing much other than attempting to get a tan, which was of course absolutely pointless considering he was covered in fur and no one would see it anyways. If anything, being in the sun was just making him hot, and he realized that some sinners bodies were just not meant to enjoy the fucking beach. Didn't stop him from trying though, laying on the beach chair with arms crossed behind his head, sunglasses hiding his main pair of eyes.

He had only broken out of his beach relaxation at hearing his name, pushing himself up onto his elbows to look over at the man approaching him. "Yeh' know yeh' can just call meh' Angel, right? It ain't like ah' didn't live with yeh' guys in the towa' f' years." He sat up fully, swinging his legs over the edge of the chair, still wearing boots up to his knees.

He took the offered margarita, bringing it up to his lips, sipping through the straw as he looked over his sunglasses at Vox, listening to the head of the Vees ramble on about sharks. It was cute. He was used to Vox being incredibly serious, always having a certain presentation about him. This was different. It was nice, seeing people he knew outside of his element. Maybe Charlie had been right in her idea after all.

"Do ah' look busy?" He laughed, gesturing to the beach chair. He knew he was in next to nothing in his little two piece bikini, light pink like his patterns, covered in hearts to tie in his Hell-given body with the design. "Ain't no boys droolin' over meh' yet, so ah' guess that means ah'm less occupied than ah' was expectin'." He smiled, margarita in one of his many hands still, standing up and resting another hand on his hip.

"Ah' don't know what yeh' thing is about sharks, but if yeh' wanna show meh', then let's go."