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Busboy || Angel Dust [Hazbin hotel]

The ominous sound of the sirens wailed through Hell, signaling the start of yet another Extermination. It was a day most dreaded in the underworld, where angels descended to cleanse Hell of its demons. At the Hazbin Hotel, the atmosphere was thick with tension as Y/n gathered the group around the common room to explain her plan for survival.

The group consisted of the usual suspects: Alastor, Vaggie, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, and, of course, Angel Dust. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Y/n as she paced in front of the fireplace, her brows furrowed in concentration. This wasn't her first Extermination, but it was the first time she had taken charge in planning their defense.

"Alright, everyone, listen up!" Y/n called out, her voice cutting through the nervous murmurs. "We've survived Exterminations before, but this year, I've come up with something different. If we follow my plan, we can avoid the angels altogether."

Vaggie crossed her arms, leaning against the wall, nodding in agreement. Alastor, the ever-smiling Radio Demon, stood nearby, looking at Y/n with curiosity but remained quiet, letting her take the lead.

Y/n pointed to a crudely drawn map of the hotel she had spread out on the table. "We need to seal off the windows in the main hall first. Niffty, that'll be your job. You're quick—just make sure no one can get in through there."

Niffty, her tiny figure bursting with energy, saluted with enthusiasm. "You got it, Y/n!"

Y/n continued, "Husk, I need you to take the second floor and barricade the hallway. We don't want any angels sneaking up on us from the top."

Husk grumbled, taking a long sip from his flask. "Yeah, yeah, no problem."

"Vaggie, I want you with me. We'll set up traps near the entrance in case they try to break in."

Vaggie gave her a firm nod, always the loyal one in these kinds of situations. "Sounds like a plan."

Everyone seemed focused, except for one person: Angel Dust. He lounged on one of the sofas, looking completely uninterested. His leg was thrown over the armrest, a cigarette dangling from his lips as he smirked. He was always the odd one out when it came to taking things seriously.

"Angel, did you hear anything I just said?" Y/n asked, narrowing her eyes at him.

"Hmm? Yeah, yeah, sure thing, boss," Angel replied nonchalantly, waving her off. "Barricades, traps, blah blah blah."

Y/n sighed. She knew Angel wasn't the most reliable when it came to situations like this, but he had his moments. She decided to let it slide for now.

"Okay, everyone, stick to your jobs, and we should be able to make it through this," Y/n said, trying to sound confident.

As the group dispersed to prepare, Angel Dust stayed behind, lounging on the couch, an almost mischievous look creeping across his face. What Y/n didn't know was that Angel had no intention of sticking to her plan.

Once everyone was focused on the Extermination outside and preparing the hotel for the angels' descent, Angel had other priorities. A few days ago, he had struck up a flirty conversation with one of the busboys who worked at a nearby Hellish diner. The guy was cute, rough around the edges, and totally Angel's type. They had exchanged more than a few suggestive comments, and Angel had promised to meet him during the chaos of the Extermination.

He grinned to himself as he rose from the couch, stretching languidly. No one would miss him for a little while, not when they were all so focused on survival.

"Be right back, darlings," Angel muttered to himself as he sauntered off toward the bathroom, where the busboy was waiting.

The busboy leaned against the cracked tile wall, looking edgy and impatient, a small, rolled-up doobie held between his fingers. He looked up as Angel strutted into the dingy bathroom, his smirk widening.

"Bout time you showed up," the busboy muttered, his eyes running over Angel's figure. "You here for the doobie, or something else?"

Angel grinned wickedly, plucking the doobie from the busboy's hand and lighting it with a flick of his lighter. "Both, sugar."

He took a long drag, the smoke curling from his lips as he handed it back to the busboy. The room reeked of marijuana and the faint stench of grime, but Angel couldn't care less. This was his escape—a distraction from the chaos outside.

The busboy leaned in, his eyes darkening with lust. "And what about that handjob you promised, huh?"

Angel raised a brow, leaning against the sink, his sharp smile never faltering. "What? You think I do freebies? Nah, honey. You gotta earn that."

The busboy's grin faltered for a second, and before he could respond, Angel grabbed him by the collar, pulling him in roughly, their lips crashing together in a heated, angry kiss while his hand entered his underwear moving the contents. The busboy's hands gripped Angel's hips tightly, and for a few moments, the tension from the Extermination was replaced by something far more primal.

But just as things were starting to heat up, a loud banging came from the hallway outside.

"Angel!" It was Y/n's voice, furious and sharp. "What the hell are you doing?! We're under attack, and you're in here doing... that?!"

Angel pulled away from the busboy, groaning. "Damn it, Y/n! Can't a guy get a little fun during the end of the world?"

The bathroom door burst open, and Y/n stood there, arms crossed, eyes blazing with frustration. "Fun? *Fun*?! We're trying not to get obliterated by angels, and you're in here swapping spit with the damn busboy?"

Angel shrugged, completely unbothered. "Hey, you said it yourself—survival's stressful. I'm just blowing off some steam."

Y/n glared at him, then glanced at the busboy, who was awkwardly pulling away, looking mortified to have been caught. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to keep her composure. "Angel, we need you out there, not in here getting high and making out. I swear, if you screw this up..."

Angel waved her off, chuckling. "Relax, sweetheart. I'll be there when it counts. I always am."

Y/n wasn't convinced, but she didn't have time to argue. The sirens outside were growing louder, and they had work to do. "Fine. Just... get your shit together and help us. The angels won't wait for your smoke break to end."

As Y/n stormed off, Angel watched her go, taking one last drag from the doobie before crushing it beneath his heel. He turned to the busboy, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "Duty calls, darling. But don't worry, we'll pick this up later."

With that, Angel sauntered out of the bathroom, back into the chaos of the Extermination, ready to face the angels with a sly grin on his face. Because while Y/n had her plan, Angel always had his own—and, somehow, he always managed to make it work.