Waking up (next to the ones I love)

by TheGreenGuy

Summary:

A morning with Vox and his family.

Notes:

I won't lie, this is just pure fluff. I desperately crave the Vees (plus Alastor) being cute and domestic and soft, so I wrote it. That's literally it.

Though I did want to mention that I kept exactly what their relationship is pretty vague (except for between Vox and Val, because they're horny bastards), so you can interpret it in a variety of ways. Personally, I think they would choose to not worry about defining exactly what they are. They're family, they care about each other, they love each other, it can be complex and that's okay.

I hope you enjoy reading!

Chapter 1: Waking up

Summary:

Vox has a slow morning with his family.

The day started off just like any other: in his bed, surrounded by his three favorite people. 

 

His screen slowly flickered to life, the Voxtek logo bouncing around a dark background disappearing so his half-asleep expression could take over instead. Digital, half-open eyes blinked up at the ceiling, his sleepy mind gradually taking in his current state.

 

Velvette is fully on top of him, curled up on his chest almost like a cat. She’s in her matching pajama set, pink shorts covered in purple hearts and a matching purple tank top, her bonnet pink to go along with the outfit as well. Even in sleep, she had to be stylish. Vel wasn’t exactly warm, but not cold either. Her mix of plastic and organic body, much like Vox’s own mix of machine and organic, made her body temperature, or lack of it, odd but familiar. She was also light, disturbingly light even for how small she is, but he supposes he could chalk that up to her being a doll as well. 

 

He turns his screen to the right and is met with Valentino’s sleeping form next. He’s completely nude besides a pair of skimpy boxers, but his wings are wrapped around himself and the other three in a way that at least gives the illusion of decency. His long limbs are draped over the other figures in the bed, curled around them almost protectively. His antennae flick occasionally, and a little moth-like squeak leaves him with every other breath. It’s a cute sound, one that brings a small smile to Vox’s face. His body is the only one in the bed that's truly warm, fully organic, covered in fluff that makes him like a heated blanket for the others to enjoy. 

 

Lastly, he turns his screen to the left, and there is Alastor. The deer’s long eyelashes flutter against the tan skin of his cheeks, and even in sleep he has a smile on his face, a small, delicate thing, not the full toothy grin he usually wears. His red hair, curly now from a touch of magic from Velvette, is in a bonnet just like the doll’s, though his is red to match the silk pajamas on his body: a short sleeved button up shirt and loose pajama pants. Although his ears are under the bonnet with his hair, he can see how they flick every once in a while, just like Val’s antennae, and under the blankets he can see the subtle movement of his little tail as well. His body is cold, cold like a dead body, a nice contrast to the heat of Valentino on his other side. 

 

Then there's Vox himself. He’s shirtless, with his favorite shark pajama pants covering his lower half. He takes a deep breath, letting his eyes close again as he relaxes into this soft moment, half asleep and not looking to fully wake up just yet.

 

He can smell the sweet vanilla of Velvette's body wash, and the fruity scent of whatever oils she uses in her hair, clinging to the fabric of her head covering. The smell of Val's smoke always sticks to the moth like glue, an odd, but pleasant mix of sugary candy and masculine cologne permeates the air wherever he goes. Although it's been a long while since he's been in, or even seen, a forest, he can recognize that that's the smell always coming from Alastor. Deep and woodsy, with a hint of something almost floral that may be whatever fragrance the deer chooses to wear, or might just be a part of his natural smell. Either way, he loves it.

 

For a while, he just lays there, and takes it all in. He has a family, a family that loves him, that crowds into one bed with him and cuddles him like he deserves the affection. A family that said good night and I love you as they all laid down, and when he said it back to each one, he was met with smiles and soft eyes and so much damn love that made his heart squeeze in the best way. 

 

He doesn't know how much time passes, but eventually he can feel himself starting to get bored. He debates waking up the people around him, but they all work too hard, sleep too little, they deserve their rest and Vox won't disturb it for his own entertainment. He blinks his eyes back open and glances to the TV on the wall, sending a mental command that makes the screen come to life, and the baking show he's been watching recently immediately pops up. He turns the volume low and lets it play, only half paying attention as the contestants scramble to finish their cakes. 

 

More time goes by, and eventually, there's movement in the bed. As he suspected it would be, Velvette is the first one to wake. She's always been an early riser, the only Vee who's a morning person, taking hours to get ready and greeting the other two, who would be just waking up, dolled up and ready for the day. 

 

Vox watches, hoping he doesn't look as soft and mushy as he feels, as her big eyes slowly open. She grumbles softly, a small hand rubbing at her eyes before they glance up and meet Vox’s with that all too familiar and unreasonably lovable attitude.

 

“Fuck you staring at?”

 

She murmurs, grumpy in a way that Vox knows isn't personal, it's just how she is.

 

“Nothing.”

 

Vox shrugs, a blatant lie, but it's not like Vel actually cares that he was admiring her as she woke up. She lifts her head off of his chest for a moment to look at the other two still sleeping, before letting it fall back onto Vox’s navy skin. 

 

“What time is it?”

 

She asks, and because Vox knows her so well, he doesn't answer. Instead, he sends a wire to grab her phone and deposit it in her hand, letting the doll check the time herself.

 

“Mm…how long you been awake?”

 

Vel’s free hand goes under her chin as she looks up at him, her other hand already tapping away on her cell, checking her socials, answering texts, looking at the latest news. 

 

“Uh…not really sure. An hour or two, I think.”

 

Vox hadn't checked the time when he first woke up, too comfy to give a damn about anything that wasn't the warmth of the blankets and the forms surrounding him.

 

“Uggghhh you two should shut upppp…”

 

Welp, looks like Val's awake now, his voice rumbly and deep from just waking up. The moth groans and grumbles as he wakes, rolling onto his back and stretching all his long limbs into the air, before letting them flop back onto the mattress with a huff. His wings flutter under him the movement, ruffling the blankets.

 

“Too damn early…uggghhh.”

 

“Shush you whiny baby, it's literally 10 already, not early at all.”

 

“Of course that doesn't seem early to you, you're always up at the ass crack of dawn, some of us like our beauty sleep.”

 

Just woke up, and the two are already arguing. Vox chuckles lightly at the doll and moth, rolling his eyes.

 

“Will all of you quiet down? I swear, no respect for those still trying to rest…”

 

And there's Alastor, narrowed eyes glaring at the other three, but there's no real anger there, only sleepiness and something that Vox has learned to identify as fondness. 

 

“You're fine, gramps, get over it.”

 

Al growls lightly at the insult from Valentino, but doesn't dignify it with a response. His eyes flit over to the TV on the wall, and narrow even more with distaste.

 

“Really? You have the picture show on already? We all just awoke.”

 

“Plenty of people watch TV when they’re just waking up, not a big deal.”

 

Vox says through a yawn, but to try and appease the deer demon a little, he changes the show to one of the game shows Alastor likes to watch. Al notices and huffs, but does settle back down into Vox's side, head resting against the TV demon's neck.

 

The room descends into quiet once more, but only for a few moments, before Valentino has to interrupt it.

 

“So…morning sex?”

 

Three pairs of eyes give him matching exasperated looks, but he just grins…and is in turn hit in the face by a pillow. He squeaks at the sudden soft smack.

 

“AH- what the hell?!”

 

“Oops~”

 

Vel snickers and tosses the pillow to the side, Alastor chuckling along with her as Val playfully glares, before snatching Velvette off of Vox's chest, ready to get revenge.

 

“Wha- hey! You fucking-”

 

“You started it!”

 

Val cackles, getting Vel under him, looming over the small doll in a way that would look like intimidation to anyone else, but all Vox sees are his best friends being their usual silly selves. Vel pushes and shoves at the bigger moth, but it doesn't stop his four hands from getting to her sides, and starting to tickle her. 

 

“You- No! You piece of shit-!”

 

She says through giggles and laughs, wriggling on the bed like a worm under Val’s bombardment. Alastor and Vox watch with amusement, but don’t interfere, not wanting to get pulled into the tickle attack. Eventually, Val stops and picks Velvette up again, laying on his back once more and letting Vel lay on top of jim, using his fluff as a pillow, as they both try to catch their breaths after laughing like hyenas.

 

“You…you’re an arsehole.” 

 

Val only chuckles at the insult from the breathless doll, running a loving hand over her bonnet covered head.

 

“But you lovveee me~” 

 

He teases, giving her cheek a playful pinch that she quickly shoos away.

 

“Unfortunately.”

 

Velvette grumbles with no heat at all, a smile on her lips that she tries to hide, but there’s no denying the joy in her eyes.

 

“You two are absolutely ridiculous.”

 

Alastor interjects, making the two quickly whip their heads towards him, matching sly grins stretching across their faces. 

 

“Don’t you dare-”

 

But they’re already scrambling across the bed before the deer can finish, climbing over Vox like he’s nothing but a speed bump to get to the radio demon, who tries, and fails, to escape before they can reach him.

 

“Do not-! You fiends, I will- get your hands off of me this instant! This is simply-”

 

Staticky laughter fills the room as they tag team Alastor with tickles, and Vox knows this is a sight he’ll never forget: his family, in their shared bed, all still in their pajamas, being silly and happy and somehow, somehow, finding so much damn love in Hell. Vox feels like his heart might combust from pure joy. 

 

Vel and Val stop when it becomes clear Alastor is getting fed up with all the hands on him, so they back off, settling back down on the bed to catch their breaths once more. This time when Val lays down, he pulls Al on top of him and tucks Velvette into his side, the two of them burying their faces into Val’s fluff. 

 

“That was uncalled for.”

 

Alastor mumbles, looking to the world like a grumpy cat being forced to cuddle, but one thing about Alastor is that he doesn’t settle. If he doesn’t like something, he’ll stop it then and there, but he relaxes on top of Valentino, nuzzling into his fluffy collar, not even caring that the moth is practically naked. That alone says just how comfortable Alastor has truly grown with them.

 

“I’d say it was perfectly called for, actually.”

 

Vox gives his two cents, and feeling a little left out, moves close to curl around Velvette’s back, his arm draped over her waist and hand resting on Valentino’s stomach. Alastor glares at the TV over Velvette’s head, but there’s nothing very scary about the deer when he’s dressed in silk jammies and cuddling with a big moth man. 

 

“Quiet, you. You weren’t a part of any of it, you don’t get to have a say.”

 

Al hisses, pointing an accusing finger at Vox, but Val is quick to grab that hand and intertwine the two’s fingers.

 

“Aww, so mean. Be nicer to Voxxie, Allie. He’s gonna be the one buying us breakfast, after all.”

 

Val coos, earning him a glare from Alastor as well.

 

“Wait, what? Who said anything about me buying breakfast?”

 

Vox raises an eyebrow with confusion, not that he has any problems with buying breakfast, he loves using his wealth to spoil his family, but he’s caught off guard by it being so suddenly brought up.

 

“Uh, me? I just did. You’re buying breakfast, I want my usual.”

 

Val and Vox lock eyes, Val grinning like he already knows he won, and Vox meeting him with a deadpan look that silently says really? The audacity. Yet, he still sends a wire to grab his phone from the night stand and pull up the app for Val’s favorite breakfast place, starting their order.

 

“Thank you, Voxxie!”

 

“Yeah, yeah. You can thank me properly later.”

 

“Gladly~”

 

“Ew, can you guys, like, not discuss your sex plans in front of me? Disgusting.”

 

Vel pretends to gag and Vox pokes her side for it, making the doll squawk and reach behind herself to hit him back.

 

“I must agree with Velvette, I have no interest in hearing about whatever tomfoolery you two do with each other."

 

Alastor agrees, nodding along to Velvette’s statement.

 

“You can just say you’re jealous, old man.”

 

Val teases, and they fall back into playful banter. There’s insults, poking and hitting and teasing, but it’s all laced with a fondness and affection you’d have to be blind to not see. They stay cuddled together until the food arrives, and even when it does, Vox sends a bundle of wires to retrieve it and bring it to the bedroom. They eat in bed, despite Alastor’s protests about it being improper and unclean. They share, taking bites from each other’s containers. Vox steals a piece of Val’s pancakes, Alastor is fed a bite of Vel’s omelet. It’s fun. It’s love. It’s family.

 

Vox has never been happier. 

Chapter 2: The day before

Summary:

The day before that lovely morning, Vox had a not so good time.

Aka, the prequel to the first chapter.

Notes:

HELLOO!! This isn't my favorite, if I'm being honest, but I wanted to expand a bit on this story so here it is. There might be a third chapter as well, but we'll see. Sorry for any mistakes, and I hope you enjoy more fluff (with a hint of barely there angst, but like, I don't even think you could call it that. Vox just has a bad day at work.)

Vox was used to shitty days. Obviously, they're normal in everyday life. Not every day can be amazing, that would be boring, simple, existing rather than actually living. There has to be a point of comparison, something you can look at and go I fucking hate that so you can look at another thing and go I fucking love that. You need bad to have good. Failure to have success. It's a mechanism Vox had become very, very familiar with on his journey to becoming a very, very successful business owner. But even now that he is the filthy rich CEO he was always meant to be, the shit days still persist.

 

Today was one of them. 

 

Firstly, Vox slept like shit last night. He didn't realize how much he had gotten used to sleeping with three…certain people in his bed.

 

It's Valentino, Velvette, and Alastor. Obviously. 

 

He couldn't remember when it first started happening, the three of them gathering in one bed at the end of the night, sharing forehead kisses and I love yous before they drifted off. But now, it was routine. They all go through their individual bedtime rituals before meeting in Vox’s room, climbing on to his oversized mattress, and falling asleep in a tangle of limbs and wings and tails. 

 

Clearly, it had been happening long enough that Vox's body didn't know what the hell to do with itself without the other three around. He tried to get them to join, but Alastor got caught up with something at the hotel, Valentino had to finish a film that night, and Velvette had a handful of dresses that needed to be finished for her upcoming runway show. 

 

So that left Vox, by himself, in his bed. Their scents were on the sheets, but they weren't, and it made Vox feel…empty. Like someone took out his wiring and left it sprawling around him, leaving him desperately trying to put the pieces of himself back together. Every time he tried to shut down, he awoke a few hours, if not a few minutes, later, for no obvious reason. The room was a comfortable temperature, he was wearing what he usually wore to bed, the blankets were arranged perfectly, but his system still knew something was off, something was missing. 

 

Vox got maybe three hours of semi decent sleep, and even that is a stretch.

 

Then the actual day started. The shitty, shitty day.

 

All his assistants were late. All of them. Do you have any idea how many damn assistants Vox has? And by some miracle, they all managed to be late. How. How. Vox was tempted to kill them all for the blatant disrespect, but he was so damn busy he didn’t even have time to zap them all to a crisp. 5 meetings, 3 photoshoots, 4 interviews, piles on piles of paperwork to sign and reports to look over. So much, too much. He worked through lunch time, only consuming coffee, whiskey, and energy drinks, usually all mixed together in a disgusting concoction that truly belonged in hell. 

Evening set in. Janitors put down their mops, secretaries put down their phones, employees grabbed car keys and let out deep sighs, everyone relaxing for the first time that day. 

 

Vox didn’t get to relax. There was still a pile of paperwork on his desk, emails needing to be answered. More work, there was always more work. 

 

So Vox worked. Holographic screens surrounded him, glowing blue, each one typing a different email to a different important person. They slowly revolved around the TV demon in a graceful circle, like sharks, but Vox was the farthest thing from prey. His head was down, pen moving fast against the papers on his desk, reading quickly and signing with confidence. A well oiled machine.

 

Val watched from the doorway, both sets of arms crossed, head tilted against the doorframe. He always thought there was something weirdly attractive about Vox in these types of moments, something that made his stomach and heart do weird things. When he was completely focused, Vox’s eyes narrowed, his mouth did small movements, muttering to himself, small sounds leaving the speakers on either side of his neck. Despite clearly being stressed, overloaded with work, he looked oddly serene, completely in his element. Handsome. Valentino bit his lip, and approached. 

 

“Voxxie…”

 

“Val.”

 

Vox responded without looking up, voice flat, but not cold. 

 

“You’ve been busy today, haven’t you?”

 

“Yep. Still got lot’s to do, so can you-”

 

Valentino didn’t let him finish that sentence. He knew Vox was about to ask him, or more so tell him, to leave. Val didn’t want to leave. The only time he’d seen Vox that day was one time in passing, the two shared a quick kiss before Vox immediately got swept up into something else, and walked away from Val without giving the moth a chance to say bye. He missed his silly TV. He wanted to spend time with him.

 

He walked around Vox’s desk and snatched the pen from his hand. Vox started complaining almost immediately, clearly annoyed at the interruption, but too tired to really fight, so it was easy for Val to slip into his lap and take all the attention he was craving.

 

“Wha- Val! For fuck’s sake, I’m trying to work-”

“Have you eaten at all today?”

 

“...”

 

“Well?”

 

“...No.”

 

Vox reluctantly answered, slowly settling his hands on Valentino’s hips, instinctively relaxing under the moth’s weight and warmth. He had to tilt his head back to meet Val’s disapproving look, and Vox knew that look meant he was getting no more work done tonight. That should make him mad, he really does need to get this shit done, but fucking whatever. It can wait. Vox has done enough today. 

 

“What do you wanna eat?”

 

“I dunno.”

 

“Quit being difficult, Voxxie.”

 

“...That one Mexican place.”

 

“Alright.”

 

With his main pair of arms around Vox’s shoulders, Valentino used the bottom pair to pull out his phone and pull up the app for Vox’s chosen restaurant, putting in the usual orders they all (the Vees, and Alastor) usually get. When the order is set, he puts his phone to the side, and he and Vox lock eyes. 

 

“You okay, baby?”

 

The pet name and sweet tone makes Vox’s gaze soften, a heavy sigh leaving his digital lips as the weight of the day fully sets in. Damn, he really is exhausted. How many times has he even sat down today? His feet hurt, he realizes. And he has a headache.  

 

“I…no. Not really, I guess.”

 

Vox buries his face into the fluff of Valentino’s chest, arms fully wrapping around his slim waist and pulling them flush together. Valentino chuckles at the action, gently plucking Vox’s hat off the top of his head to caress his antennae, feeling little sparks of electricity tingle through his fingers with every soft touch.

 

“But, this is helping.”

 

He murmurs into Val’s fluff, nuzzling in deeper.

 

“Yeah?”

 

“Yeah.” 

 

A few moments of comfortable quiet, before Val speaks up again.

 

“You know what would help even more?”

 

“Uh…a blowjob?”

 

“Well, that wasn’t what I was thinking, but I can make that happen~”

 

Vox snorts slightly with amusement, shaking his head. Sex is actually the last thing he wants right now. He wants closeness, intimacy, touch, but sex would just be…too much.

 

“No, no. What would help even more, Val?”

 

“A shower, nice and hot. Then some water, cause I know you’ve barely drank any today. Some pajamas, shark ones, cause you’re a dork. And then a bed with a pretty doll and a bratty deer.”

 

“And a sexy moth, I hope?”

 

“Ooobbbviously.”

 

“And…maybe that moth could join me in the shower…?”

 

“Of course~”

Nothing more than a, literally, steamy make out, happens in the shower. Vox is too tired, and Val, miraculously, isn’t in the mood either. They wash each other, trade soft kisses that sometimes deepen, and put on their pajamas afterwards. Instead of letting him walk to the bedroom, Valentino carries Vox, ignoring his whining that my legs work ya know and I’m not a damn child. Silly TV. 

 

Vox is surprised to see Velvette and Alastor already in the bedroom when they arrive, the two in their pajamas as well, takeout boxes opened on the bed. They laugh at the sight of Vox in Val’s arms, but it’s lighthearted teasing that Vox just rolls his eyes at, before squirming out of Valentino’s hold despite the moth’s protests. They join Vel and Al on the bed to eat, the four of them getting comfortable. Vox is in the middle, Valentino on one side with Velvette on his lap, and Alastor on the other side. They all lean into each other, sharing blankets, slowly eating. Vox’s favorite movie is on TV, a documentary about marine life. He knows none of the others really find this kind of stuff interesting. They only watch it because Vox likes it, because he pauses at random places and throws out his own facts, rants about the wonders of the ocean with stars in his eyes, and experiencing his passion and joy is worth sitting through two hours of a monotone British man narrating weird underwater creatures. 

 

When they’re finished eating, the empty takeout boxes are set on the floor, the lights are dimmed, and they settle into bed. It’s warm with all the blankets, the four bodies cuddled into one mess of a pile, and Vox falls asleep in the blink of an eye.

“He had a rough day, yeah?”

 

Velvette whispers from her spot in Vox’s arms. They’re tight around her small body even with the TV demon being asleep, but if she minded, she would move. She doesn’t move.

 

“Yeah, the idiot didn’t even get the chance to eat lunch. He’s been non stop all damn day.”

 

Val answers, laying on his side in front of Velvette, arms wrapped around both her and Vox, one hand on top of Alastor’s.

 

“Mm, the consequences of his own poor planning and management, it seems.”

 

Alastor is curled around Vox’s back, one arm over his side where Val’s hand is, their fingers intertwined, and the other carefully playing Vox’s antennae, being soft as to not wake him.

 

“Well, yeah, but still.”

 

“Ridiculous picture box.”

 

“Absolutely. But our stupid ‘picture box’.”

 

“Absolutely.”