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⭐️{Hazbin Hotel} Angel Dust x Vaggie⭐️ // You Can't Let Your Past Define You

Request from S203324: "Can you do platonic Angel and Vaggie? Vaggie starts having unpleasant memories about her past and Angel comforts her"

Warnings: Swearing, Trauma Mentions

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     The subtle scent of alcohol, cigarettes, and weed fills the bar in the hotel as Vaggie had been sitting in one of the stools, her hands pressed against her forehead as her elbows rested on the counter. The lights were dimmer than usual, having been turned down to help with the headache that formed while crying. She wasn't drinking or smoking, rather just too physically tired to get up and go to her and Charlie's shared room. She also didn't want to go back to bed and risk waking up Charlie this early in the morning, especially from the sounds of her crying.

     She was startled, jumping a little as the front door opened. Angel Dust walks in, his bottom two arms resting on his hips as his tall shadow casts along the floor in front of him. It wasn't like Vaggie to be startled by anything, which Angel immediately takes notice to as that was the first thing he sees.

     "Hey Toots, you uh-" Angel starts, making his way over to her, "You okay? You never jump like that."

     Angel isn't the type to show any care for anyone, but what he isn't going to tell her is that he has not been feeling too good, either; he was originally hoping to not see anyone in the lobby. He recognizes that behavior from his own from any time he was almost at his breaking point. Cherri Bomb is still the only one to ever see him like that.

     Vaggie sighs, picking her head up from her hands as she rests them on the counter, turning to him, answering in a quiet, blunt manner, "I'm fine."

     The first thing Angel notices is her bloodshot eyes and blotched face through the dim lighting; a sure sign she had been crying, and crying a lot. He wonders how long she must have been sitting here, alone. Husk wasn't around the bar; he was likely playing poker at one of the many casinos in Pentagram City. It was already 6am, but in Hell, this was still the middle of the night for many.

     His eyes soften at seeing her emotional state, taking a seat next to her, "No you're not, I've never seen you cry like this."

     Vaggie's brows furrow in annoyance, not wanting to be questioned on her emotional state by a man, let alone Angel Dust. The one who is the most sarcastic and rude with her at the hotel.

     "What do you care? All you do is say offensive shit to me and piss me off," she snaps back, not wanting her mood to worsen, but inevitably can't help it.

     "I'm not always a sarcastic, rude asshole, Vags. I have a heart, too," he pauses, fixing his claim, "Sometimes."

     Seeing the soft look on Angel's face makes Vaggie's own expression soften from her seemingly cold shell, just a little. They've never shown each other these emotions. But, Angel knows he'd have to proof himself to her, so he has to let his guard down just enough.

     After a few moments of silence, Vaggie slightly shakes her head, pressing her fingers to her forehead in response to the lingering pain from her headache, "Do you ever get the worst flashbacks from when you were alive? Everything awful you went through but you can't remember anything good? All of the abuse?"

     He nods slowly, "That's part of the reason I'm almost never sober. Because when I am, that's when those memories flood back. But-"

     "Well I'm not going to sit here and do drugs, like you. I'm trying to get out of this place, not be stuck in it," Vaggie interrupts, annoyance still in her eyes, "I don't even know why I'm talking about this with you."