Hoxton x Wolf [Oneshots]

Drunk Summoning🔥

Summary: Wolf, completely wasted, accidentally summons a demon—Hoxton.

Third Person POV

   After a long heist, the gang had celebrated with a late night party at the local bar. It was fun, everybody filled with mirth, whether it be from having a conversation with others about their successes, or getting absolutely wasted.

Wolf had done verbatim of the latter, drinking so much that he had to stumble over to the washroom, as he felt as though he was going to vomit from all the alcohol he had drank.

As he entered the stall, he couldn't help but notice a strange writing on the far, almost hidden corner of the wall, followed by some symbols that he could not comprehend. Confused, the drunken criminal raised a hand and brushed over the symbols, only for them to start glowing.

Suddenly, a bright flash of light hit Wolf, and the lights in the bathroom flickered as a cold gust of wind that came from seemingly nowhere cause the temperature to drop a few noticeable degrees.

Then, in almost a fairy-book-like fashion, a figure appeared before Wolf. It took a step forwards the drunk man, revealing what looked to be a man, but he had horns, bat-like wings and what appeared to be a spaded tail that ever so often flickered behind him.

"Greetings, human," the demon began to say, his voice cold with a hint of annoyance for being summoned so randomly, "tell me what your dark heart desires, and I shall give it to you... for a price..."

Wolf could only blink in disbelief, having to rub his eyes a few times to see what was before him clear. A devil's advocate. How unexpected.

He just stood by the stall, leaning against it for support, too drunk to give much of a care or thought. But then it occurred to him what the strange being had said.

"Well.." Wolf began, a slight slur from the alcohol on his tongue. He took a few moments to think of something before he spoke.

"Hmmm... I want the alcohol to stay inside my stomach."

Hoxton, the demon standing in front of him, took a second to blink and just process those words. His wings folded slightly, tucking back behind his body as he eyed Wolf's nonchalant demeanour.

"Wait..." he slowly said, just piecing things together. "Are you... inebriated right now?"

Wolf chuckled at the question, the sounds almost hysterical in nature. He raised a finger and jokingly shook it at the demon.

"Noooo~ What makes you say that, devil boy~?" He teased, his lips curled into a stupid half smile.

Unamused, Hoxton raised a brow, giving him a judging look up and down, as if his eyes were saying 'I literally have all the evidence right in front of me'. He wasn't sure how he missed it, but the human in front of him was clearly drunk. And not just tipsy—Wolf was really drunk.

He sighed, crossing his arms across his chest, a bit frustrated that he had gotten brought up to the human realm for something as stupid as this.

"Well, do you at least have a reason for summoning me?"

Wolf hummed in thought for a moment, the man swaying gently, his eyes unfocused. A moment later, he perked up, as if something came to mind.

"Oh! Yeah.." He said, before bursting into small, drunken giggles that filled the small confines of the washroom.

"I wanna-a.. I wanna ask y' something.." He slurred, a grin slowly spreading on his face.

"What is it?" One of the demon's brows raised, almost taking genuine curiosity, though his body language still showed that he was rather irritated at him.