The Night a Sinner Kissed an Angel: A Hazbin Hotel AU, OC x Canon Story ❤️

✨ " Ya gotta impress her, Al." ✨

~ I have legit no idea what to put anymore so here is a meme ~

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December 30th
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"Oh what oh what do I wear?!" Stella asked aloud as she paced around each corner of her room.

Her closet door was wide open, which contained no clothes. All her attire was draped against the surrounding furniture. The bed, the chair, the vanity, anything not to make something graze the floor. Her eyes travelled around faster than her mind could process what she was doing or thinking.

"Goodness," she exclaimed, brushing her wings against the floor as if it would calm her, "This simply won't do!"
Her hands reached out towards the rising pile of clothing, which was a mixture of dresses and fancy blouses with matching skirts, and began to scavenge through in hopes of finding something.

" There is so much- but absolutely nothing to wear!" Then, Stella's gaze fell to her side, where an oddly shaped dress lay crooked on the foot of her bed. She paused, taking a solid minute to look at the dress with a sudden strike of inspiration.

"Unless..."

...

"Ah shit shit shitty shit fuck!" Angel opened the tiny drawer of his vanity, aggressively grabbing hold of a mascara brush and flicking it onto his lashes, "We're leavin' in like 10 minutes and I didn't get to mousse my hair! FUCK!"

The spider frowned, quickly capping the mascara and throwing it carelessly back into the drawer. He walked over to his closet as he closed the drawer with his lower hand, "Hmmmm.."

Feelin' in a pink tux kinda mood today
He extended his arm as he reached for the top of his closet where a large black zip-up bag lay flat. With some slight struggle, he threw it onto his bed, swiping some of the dust from its surface onto the floor,
"and now, let's see how's ya keepin' up,"

...

"Oh goodness. As much as I admire formality, dressing up for an occasion is something I'd rather avoid," Alastor complained to himself as he sat on his bed. He rested his head on his palms, gently bouncing his heel up and down.

You have suits... just put one on and get on with it.

"But," he swiped his hand, effortlessly opening the closet door that stood behind him without physically touching it, "... the suits are all the same."

Blast you and your choice of clothing...

"Why are you getting all feisty?" Alastor stood up, taking a large step to his closet, "You were the one who insisted on the red colour scheme,"

We did, you imbecile

Alastor paused for a moment, "You think she won't mind me wearing the same thing?"

I don't care about her opinion

"I do," he admitted aloud, which brought his thoughts to grow silent. He turned his head to face the closet behind him. With a sulky expression, he rose from the bed and took vague steps towards the closet as if walking was something he instantly regretted doing. As he made his way he paused, feeling a slight knot form in his stomach. A flush of emotion passed him as a thought travelled along with it. It made him nervous, despite nothing happening at the moment, so he brushed it off while keeping the question in the back of his mind.