"How long are you going to refuse to trust me?"
HE’D TRUSTED AN AFTON BEFORE. LEARNED HIS LESSON THE HARD WAY NOT TO BE SO FOOLISH: he’d be the first to steer clear now, knowing what he knows. Hindsight digs its fingers into his skull and laughs at him. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice . . .
He can’t shake the image, despite it all, of Fredbear’s jaw crunching.
Adjusting his glasses shouldn’t tire him as much as it does now. It’s less the action and more what he knows clearer vision will bring him: William’s doppelgänger stands before him, in the flesh, and Henry almost can’t take it. Wants to reach out and hug the kid; wants to move back, conversely, and run in the other direction. He’d thought of the boy as a son once, when things had been crisp and cool and the world had been a little kinder. It’s summer now, not spring, and the hot sun pools in the grief lines of his face and the history between them. It’s not as simple as that, Mike, he debates saying. Glances down instead, face resigned.
“ You’re . . . �� A good kid, Michael. He’d be lying if he said he believed that. Isn’t sure the Aftons have the ability to be good. Henry deliberates, awkward, resigned. “ I don’t trust your father, ” he says instead, which is at least truthful but also code for which means I can’t trust you either. “ I’m not moving away permanently— ” Isn’t he ? “ —but I need time. Away from everything that’s happened here. ” Tired eyes lift up to Michael, seeking absolution. Don’t blame me. I can barely face the sight of you. “ You understand, right ? ”
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##my wife, my wife, my wife, my wife
y!vox x ex!reader / alastor x reader also because he stole vox’s bitch if you squint
part ii
synopsis: from this ask / reader is vox’s ex and he’s not too keen of the separation — you were supposed to come back to him! not run around with his rival and get rid of his only access of looking after you (removing any/all electronics from your life)
beware: DARK THEMES / heavy yandere aspects, obsession (vox’s end), territorial aspects, manipulation, implications of a toxic relationship / let me know if i missed anything!
he’s been watching you. what, did you think you could just leave? no, that will not do for him! you’re his wife, his lover, his other half that he cannot live without! you brought him fame and so much fortune with just your pretty face.
through the camera of your phone, the security cameras that litter hell, he’s been keeping an eye on you. however, you know that.
after a year of maintaining a relationship with one of hells overlords, you finally snapped and broke it off. the press were eating it right up. “y/n, can you tell us why you and vox are no more?” “y/n, who broke it off first?” “y/n, is there a chance you’ll both get together again?” you laughed at the last question
there was only one place in all of hell to hide — a place where no electronic bothered to exist — hazbin hotel
you came tired. hair a mess and a fluffed robe over your shoulders. “i’m begging of you, please take me in, i prefer learning some shit redemption arc than to deal with a crazy ex.” you cried. of course charlie said yes.
since then, vox has been searching for you:
“i swear to FUCK — !! “ vox heaved. when valentino walked in, the tv host seemed to pause on his theatrics. “she couldn’t have gone far.”
“face it, at this rate she’s done with you.” the moth insisted while getting comfortable on the couch.
but those words didn’t sit right with vox. the multiple screens in front of him flicked through different channels, eager just to find a clue of your whereabouts.
to say vox was pissed when finding out where you were was an understatement. a camera zooming in on the sight of you having some fresh air — right outside that stupid hotel
picking at a daisy, someone else came into the frame. alastor knelt to your side with a cup of tea, or so he assumed, sitting down next to you while basking underneath the stars. vox couldn’t hear any audio since the radio demon seemed to mess up the frequency, but he could see that familiar smile that pulled at your lips
you used to smile at him just like that
in less than a day, vox came straight to the hotel. demanding for you to come out. come on home! you both can work through it! this is just another bump in the road, there’s no need to hide!
from the balcony, your gaze settles on vox down below. you almost feel sorrowful and your heart begins to ache. sometimes you miss him, and sometimes you miss the comfort of his arms. he was a hurricane just as he was a summers day, and that was the man you fell in love with. you knew his love was sick, but that was expected from demons… right? not his though, it was far too gone to be considered a daydream.
“doll, we were meant to be!” vox pleaded, his gaze never leaving yours.
you never answered to his pleas.
“it’s that fucking radio demon, right!?” vox accused. here comes a tantrum.
you turned to face away.
“please, we were going to be overlords — together!” back to broken promises you were unsure if it were true.
a yandere is someone who is in love with you, and that’s a dream come true for anyone who wishes for love. but god, do you wish it wasn’t you.
vox never stopped sending gifts to the hotel after that. nor has he stopped coming by to the building just to try and convince you to leave. his heart is aching, and only you are his medicine.
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