Hazbin Hotel x Reader Imagines❤✓

Imagine 15: Saving Me🩷 (Angel)

Pairing: Angel Dust x spider demon! OC! Ophelia Morde

Note: Ophelia Morde belongs to ValerieWinks777

Summary: *angel has had a rough day, so Ophelia comforts him*

"Ugh!" Angel Dust slams the front door to the Hazbin hotel, ignoring Charlie's shouts to be careful and not damage any of the glass in the door.

He doesn't give a damn, he's too sore, too tired, and way too annoyed to think about anyone else's needs before himself.

That's just what happens when you got a loud mouth asshole for a boss like Valentino.
Yeah, the money is good, the stardom is a nice touch, but at the same time he just wishes he could flip him off and walk out.

Hell knows he can't do that.

Angel walks to the couch, slamming himself down face first while his legs stick up in the air, a low groan escaping his lips muffled by the cushions of the furniture.

He would've stayed like that for hours too, if it wasn't for the calm, stoic, gentle voice speaking above him.

"Art thou all right?"

There's only one chick in this hotel that speaks like she's straight out of a medieval book.

Shifting, Angel lays on his back and looks up at the dark hair that drapes over her face like a curtain, her two emerald green eyes glinting like stones against sunlight, the three white freckles under each eye, and her grey skin complexion.

Fucking gorgeous as always.

He forces a half smile. "Hey...there's my angel, even though I'm Angel," he chuckles at his own joke, extending a hand to cup her cheek. "Missed you today."

She can't help the small smile that tugged at her lips. "I missed you too," she replies, though instantly noticing the somewhat down and mopey energy Angel has.

"What's wrong?"

He shrugs. "Just Val babe, don't worry about it, I'll be fine once I sleep for a few hours and take some stuff for this fucking headache from Hell."

He touches the side of his head, sighing deeply.

He'd never tell her how he got this headache, knowing damn well that a headache like this isn't caused by stress or oversleeping.

But rather from a fist.

Ophelia taps on his legs, motioning them to move and make room for her as she climbs over and sits down beside him, hands on her lap.

"Perhaps you'll feel more comfortable upstairs?" She asks.

He chuckles. "And miss spending time with my favorite demon? Fat chance," he wraps an arm around her, "I'm staying right here with you."

"Angel--"

He silences her with a quick kiss on her forehead. "No back talking princess, you ain't gonna change my mind."

It's moments like these that make the bad ones seem distant. Just being here with this gorgeous, hell of a demon girl like Ophelia.

Damn how'd he get so lucky? Especially since he's as fucked up as he is, knowing just how squared away and perfect she is.
He's surprised he even has a chance with her...knowing who her dad is.

Curiously, he glances at you, noticing you softly massaging his shoulder with one hand.

You're still so gentle and hesitant to touch him, as if he's a fragile piece of glass that'll break.

Well, it's better then being tossed around like he's used to.

Smiling, he stretches. "Mmmm that feels nice," he coos, "gosh damn you're turning me on." It's a joke of course
...or is it?

After a moment, her hand falls away, placing itself at her side while she stares into the empty fireplace in front of her.

"Hey...sugar?"

"Hm?"

"What do you think it would be...if I died again?"
Ophelia's head snaps towards Angel's direction, shocked and appauld by the thought of it alone!

"Are you feeling well?" She asks concerned, one hand placed over his forehead.
Angel can't resist a soft chuckle. "I'm fine...it just crossed my mind is all."

He looks away. "When I was human, there wasn't anyone there to mourn, or pray for me. I--I mean, why would they? It was an overdose," he tries to chuckle, but it's clear that this isn't a laughing matter.

"It's just...something I've been thinking about for a few days now, ever since the battle for the hotel..."

Her eyes soften, her hand reaching to hold his.

"I would be sad," she says, meeting his surprised gaze. "Because you're precious to me, so I don't want you to die. I'd miss you a lot too."

Angel's eyes widen. In all his years, human and afterlife, no one has ever claimed he was precious, loved, cared for.

Here he always believed there would be nothing to live for anymore.
But now...there is a reason to live.

And it's her.

Angel cups her face, leaning in and tenderly kissing her, before he whispers.
"You're saving me...you know that right?"

She smiles against his lips, her fingers running down the side of his face. "On the contrary...you, are saving me...my guardian demon."

Angel grins, kissing her a little more firmly this time, only for that familiar sense of heat to flood every cell in his body again.

"How long you have before daddy Zestial wants you back home?"

"Twenty minutes, why?" She asks.
He lifts her up bridal style. "For the next twenty minutes, it's just gonna be you and me in our own world. We ain't answering the door for no one. Not even for a fire."

She laughs. "If you say so."

Angel nods. "Damn right I say so, now come on, let's continue our conversation in private."

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