Voxval Oneshots~

So I was thinking I'm gonna do some angst because I'm in the mood and the next chapter will be a smut request

The lights dimmed to a low, atmospheric radiance as the dancers stepped onto the stage. Valentino stood on the right wing in the shadows as he watched them start. His eyes glowed a deeper red than the natural pink they normally were, and it sparked fear in the employees scurrying around.

Vox stood on the opposite side of the stage, tablet in hand and laptop on the table in front of him. A series of levers and buttons were stationed on the vinyl platform to his left and a look of furious determination was sketched into his face. 

Valentino cast him a sidelong look from his place on stage, a small and affectionate smile shimmering over his face as he watched his boyfriend masterfully guide the lights and holograms across the stage.

Suddenly the music swelled and diverted Val's attention back to the dancers. The graceful performers took one last bow and twirled back to the shadows of the backstage. 

Vox and Val froze and made eye contact. The club was deathly quiet.

Vox stood and walked to the edge of the stage, peeking his head out at the audience. The hundreds of heads whipped towards him and an uproarious jeer thundered across the room. It practically blew Vox backward, the TV demon panicking as the crowd became violent.

His eyes watered and he stepped back into the shadows as Val stepped out of them. He raised all four hands and called out to the audience.

"Now now sinners. Cool your jets. Yes, that was rather...ahem... lackluster, but I swear it wasn't my idea!" Val began, his eyes still glowing as he reigned control over the whole audience, "It was one of my producers, I thought I'd give him a shot. Clearly...it didn't work out." He shot a murderous look at the empty space behind the curtain.

"But don't worry, we have one more show for you tonight that I think you'll like~" Valentino gave a malicious smile and strutted back to the stage wing, hips swaying.

The crowd erupted into cheers of lustful excitement at the promise of a better show. Vox, however, stood stock still with a shell-shocked look of terror on his screen. Crowds terrified Vox, ever since life and he'd had horrible panic attacks before.

Vox's panic attacks, however, were far from ordinary. His could last for well over an hour if he wasn't careful, especially if he held it back, and tried to grasp onto sanity. However, it was rare that he would let them happen when they needed to happen, often because he was exposed to a large and open social setting and had to keep his public face on.

Telltale panic laced through his mind, cracking his foundation, but the show must go on. Digital sweat dripped down his screen as he sat down at the controls and worked the lights for the last show. This performance got a much better reaction and drew loud whoops and cheers from the audience, money and flowers being thrown onto the stage.

Vox could feel his body shake and he bit back the pain that was growing in his chest. As the show ended and the performers strutted back into the wings, Valentino stepped out and took a bow, his wings flaring in their stylish coat form. 

Tonight, Val had styled his wings not into his normal long, red coat, but into a cropped coat that dropped long in the back and swished around his ankles. He wore a tight dress with spaghetti straps in a deep shade of plum that flared a bit at the end, his legs adorned with his usual fishnets and short, shiny black boots. He strode down to the edge of the stage, doing a twirl and sashaying back. Valentino blew a kiss before entering the left wing where Vox's machines were.

As Val received deafening applause, Vox shut down the control system for stage, leaning heavily on the table and clutching his chest. As the moth walked through the curtains with a large grin on his face, Vox glanced up with a pained look on his face.