hazbin hotel chaggie fanfic

Part 20

Life at the hotel had settled into a strange rhythm, but the oddest part of the routine was the frequent display of Angel Dust's rough, flirtatious treatment of Lucifer. It had started after their unexpected encounter, and now it seemed to be happening regularly, much to the discomfort—and in some cases, amusement—of everyone at the hotel.

Whenever Lucifer and Angel Dust were in the same room, it was almost guaranteed that Angel would sidle up to Lucifer, towering over him with that mischievous grin plastered on his face. Lucifer, despite his grand status as the King of Hell, often seemed awkward and flustered around Angel, his usual over-the-top theatrics fading into nervous chuckles and dramatic eye rolls.

"C'mere, short stuff!!" 

Lucifer puffed his chest in a mock display of bravado, attempting to maintain his usual grandeur. "Must you be so... uncouth in public, Angel Dust?" he asked, his voice laced with dramatic annoyance, though he made no move to escape Angel's hold.

Alastor watched the scene with a sly smirk, clearly entertained by the interactions, while Husk rolled his eyes from the bar, muttering under his breath about "freak shows" and "ridiculousness."

Vaggie and Charlie exchanged uncomfortable glances, trying to ignore the spectacle as they attempted to focus on their own tasks. It was hard, though, given how often Angel would pull Lucifer close, often lifting him off his feet or pinning him against a wall with playful force. Lucifer, for all his power and status, seemed oddly compliant—almost like he was embarrassed, yet unable to fully resist Angel's advances.

"Can you not do that here?" Vaggie grumbled one day after seeing Angel casually hoist Lucifer onto his lap while sitting on the couch in the lobby. "It's weird."

"Oh, lighten up.." Angel shot back, grinning as he tightened his grip around Lucifer's waist. "he doesn't seem to mind...."

Lucifer, blushing furiously, looked away. "Angel Dust, must you manhandle me so ...publicly?" he muttered, clearly flustered. Despite his words, there was a hint of reluctance in his attempts to wiggle free.

"Aw, you love it," Angel whispered into Lucifer's ear, making the fallen angel's blush deepen. He effortlessly twirled Lucifer around, his strength on full display, causing a few heads to turn as everyone in the hotel became used to these displays of dominance.

Charlie buried her face in her hands, embarrassed for her father, while Alastor chuckled under his breath. Even Niffty peeked in from the kitchen with a curious wide eye

As time went on, these moments became a frequent occurrence—Angel grabbing Lucifer by the arm, hoisting him onto his hip, or pinning him playfully against a surface whenever the mood struck him. No one really knew what to make of it, but one thing was clear: Angel Dust enjoyed showing off his control, and Lucifer, despite his awkward protests, never truly seemed to mind.