"What the-" you go to knock, but the door swings open and Angel stumbles out, followed by a tall man dressed in a big red cloak and heart shaped glasses. "Woah, hey hey, you ok angie?" You ask, helping Angel up. "Im fine... let's just go." Angel mumbles, clutching his cheek.
You're about to ask if he's hurt but the man cuts you off. "Angel. Is fine. He's just a bit tired from working. Right amorcito?" The man says, wrapping his arm around Angel in a playful manner, but you could tell he was being aggressive with it. "Uh, excuse me who are you?" You ask, pulling Angel away from the man's grip.
"Valentino. But you can call me Val. I'm angel's boss." Valentino says, walking closer to you and bending down to observe your face better. "My,my.. you have such a pretty friend Angel. Where have you been hiding HER?" He chuckles, blowing a cloud of red smoke out.
You chuckle nervously a bit, not knowing what to say. What a prick. You think. Angel's attitude suddenly changes as he goes to stand in front of you, almost in a protective manner. "I think we need to go now. It's my time off anyways." Angel says, making Valentino's demeanor shift into a more dark one.
Blowing another cloud of smoke he crosses his arms. "Fine. But if your late, I'll take it out your pay." He growls, storming off in another direction. Asshole. As soon as Val leaves you turn to Angel, who is still clutching his cheek. "Angel let me see." You pressure, trying to make him take his hand off so you can inspect his wound.
"It's fine it's just a scratch." He groans, showing his cheek. "Holy shit, what happened??" You say, looking at his badly scratched cheek, blood was coming out of it. "I fell.but I'm fine, let's just go get lunch." He reassures, trying to change the subject.
"Bullshit. Angel this is bad we need to close it up or put a bandaid at least." You tell him, leading him back to his dressing room. The inside of it left you a bit confused; there were clothes on the ground, it was messy and a broken vase was on the ground next to his vanity.
"Here." You make him sit down and go to a cabinet to look for some kind of bandaid. You rummage and find some cotton for removing makeup. "This should help." You reassure, wetting the cotton and wiping the blood off. "We'll cover it up with some makeup it should hide the scratch."
You dab the remaining blood off and start applying a bit of concealer to cover the scratch up. "Jesus this scratch is huge.. what the hell happened??" You ask, finishing on covering up the scratch. "It's uh.. a long story I just.." he sighs and pauses for a bit. "I just got into a fight with my boss, but don't worry it doesn't really hurt." He reassures with a smile, but there was a hint of sadness behind it.
Fuck. He's more of an asshole than I thought. "Ugh, just forget about that prick. Let's go get takeout. I'm starving." You beg, putting the concealer away. "At this point I don't even want to go clubbing after my shift again. Movie night?" You suggest, changing the plans because Angel doesn't seem like he wants to go out anyways.
"Sure. Movie night." He smiles, taking your hand and getting up. "Thanks a lot y/n your a real one baby." Angel smirks, his flirty demeanor coming back. "Alriight let's go fuck shit up!!" You cheer, pulling Angel by the arm and running out the studio.
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"OH my gosh. YES. I agree, your workplace is fucking IMPOSSIBLE to walk in angie. I literally could NOT take two steps without getting walked over by some greasy business man or reporter." You laugh, slurping your soda. You and Angel had both gotten sushi takeout and come back to the hotel for a movie.
"Yes I KNOW. And all the reporters are ALWAYS on the boss of the company's ass like dogs." He laughs, making you both fold over with laughter. Charlie and Vaggie are both on the couch reading a book together while Alastor is having tea with nifty.
"Hey guys, what'd we miss?" You ask, jumping on one of the bar's chairs. "Where's husk?? i NEED a drink guys, I've been sober for too long today." You complain, Angel taking a seat next to you and placing the sushi bag onto the bar.
"Quit your fuckin yelling I'm here, I'm here." Husk grumbles, walking in with his usual bored face, but it quickly changes into one of slight worry when he sees angel's cheek. "You ok ?" Husk asks, placing the bottle of liquor that's in his hand down, which you gladly take and start chugging it.
"What?" Angel asks confused and touches his cheek, his face turning into one of annoyance. "Shit, some of the makeup came off." Angel says, covering his cheek fully so you couldn't see the wound. Husk reaches his hand out and turns angel's face so he can inspect the wound better.
"Who the fuck did this?" Husk asks, his tone more concerned now, and his hand still clutching angel's face, turning it a bit to inspect the scratch some more. Angel pulls away and covers his cheek again, getting off the chair. "I'm fine, I just need concealer to cover this up."
"You're not fine, you need to take care of it-" husk stretches his hand out but Angel pulls away, his tone getting a bit angrier. "Fuck off husk, I said I'm fine!" Angel yells, making husk back away a little. Tears start forming in angel's eyes, and husk walks out of behind the bar and grabs his hand, taking him by surprise.
"Come on. It'll take two minutes." He deadpans, taking Angel to the nearest bathroom. You watch as he drags Angel away, your face a bit sad, knowing that Angel is going through a tough time, but also thinking it's cute how husk cares, when normally, he's wouldn't give two fucks if anyone else had a scratch.
Taking your order of sushi out of the bag, you go to the little tea table and sit next to Alastor and nifty who are currently having a conversation on who is the most annoying and cocky villain in hell. "It is most definitely Adam." Alastor says. "I know but I killed him so it doesn't count Alastorr!" Nifty retorts.
"HA. I know I saw it on tv, absolutely hilarious nifty." You snort, holding your hand up and high-fiving her. "But I also agree with Alastor, Adam was an assholee.." you say, stuffing some sushi in your mouth. "WORD." Charlie yells from the couch while raising her hand, making you laugh and almost choke on your sushi.
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Chained.
FanfictionA romance story between you and vox. I'll try to make the story accurate, so it feels as if the characters are actually there.
