𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐀𝐙𝐄 ★Alastor x fem! reader★🥀

Ch. XXX ✡What's My Name?✡

LYRICS TO SONG HAVE BEEN SLIGHTLY ALTERED TO BETTER FIT THIS CHAPTER. ALSO, IT IS A MASHUP BETWEEN TWO SONGS.

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FEW DAYS LATER...
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"...GOSH ANGEL, IT'S REALLY NICE THAT YOU wanted to take me somewhere fun but..." you trail off, your gaze quickly averting everyone you see before you, who wear leather and ripped jeans and/ or nothing at all, while they hold colorful drinks high in the air as their bodies dance.

When Charlie went to the Heaven's court months ago, Angel--along with Husker, Sir Pentious, Niffty, and a girl named Cherri Bomb--went to the nightclub called Consent.

A place you'd never dream of stepping inside and enjoying, and a place that if your father found out that you were here...it definitely wouldn't be good. For your reputation, or for you.

And guess whose grand idea it was to bring you here? None other then Angel himself. He claimed he wanted to take you out for a night in Hell, just you and him, as a another thank you for what you did for him.

And with your mindset, you thought he meant something innocent like a dinner, maybe a walk through a park, maybe music or some gifts.
But then again...you shouldn't be surprised, this is Angel you're talking about. This is average to him.

Whereas to you...this is a little too sinful for your standards.

You inhale a sharp breath as you catch a glimpse of something unspeakable happening in the shadowy corner of the small building you're forced to be in. You really don't want to be here--you don't belong in a place like this, but at the same time, you don't want to be rude or hurt Angel's feelings.

So, with your muscles straining, you force a weak smile that Angel can see right through.
She's such a sheltered girl, Angel thinks to himself, amused by it. But, he says to himself, I guess that's why I like her so much.

She's not a product of her environment like everyone else is.

He drapes an arm over your shoulders, pulling you closer into his side, trying to be comforting, though to your point of view, it feels clingy.

"It ain't that bad here, kid--"

"I'm older than you," you remark with a bite in your tone--refusing to be kind to those who refer to you as a kid--though he ignores it and keeps speaking.

"My point is, you don't have to worry. You don't have to do what all these fuckers are doing. Do what stands out, besides," he gives you a playful wink and a bump with his hips, "you're good at standing out."

Your brow furrows in frustration as you force your two feet to walk forward with Angel, taking a hesitant seat beside him on the bar stool, refusing to put your arms or hands on the counter when you noticed dried up liquor splashed on it.

"It almost sounds like you purposely brought me here just to make me stand you," you grumble under your breath distastefully before you notice the drink that's been served to you. Your lips part--you didn't order one.

Angel smirks, his right hand gingerly slipping past you to swipe the drink and keep it for himself. It's a Sex On The Beach--his favorite.

"This is night of celebration baby girl," he responds when he sets the halfway finished drink back down on its thin coaster to the left of him. "I'm my own person now. I can go where I want, when I want, do what I want, and not have to go back to him..."

You notice his hand clench into a tight fist from the unwanted thoughts of Valentino flooding Angel's mind.
A wave of pain floods your chest, your hand reaching out to place on his shoulder for comfort.