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Club Goers: Angel Dust X Reader

(If you guys haven't checked out the webcomic called Zoophobia, please do! It's an amazing web series drawn and created by Vivziepop, an awesome artist and animator! Anyways, this character is actually not in the comic, he's just one of the many characters that Vivziepop has created, among many others. He is genderfluid, he's a drag queen, and he's...what's called a slutty spider. Heres a picture!)

(But anyways, enjoy the oneshot!)
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After going to a club to get away for the night at the Hazbin Hotel, you meet someone new.
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Sitting at the bar of Hazbin Hotel, you couldn't help but peek at all the strange creatures partying in the room. Some looked like a regular human, but with a little something more. Like Vaggie or Mimzy. Some didn't look human at all. Like Husk or Crymini.
Some really caught your intrest though, no matter what they were.
Like Angel Dust.
You peered across the bar to look at him, who was busy talking to Vaggie and Husk.
You didn't really know exactly who he was, but he most definitely wasn't human. He has six arms, two tall and powerful legs, and a strange hairstyle. But you couldn't help but inspect him. He had one regular eye and one black eye, both pupils were a vibrant pink that sucked just about anyone in who gazed at them long enough, it seemed.
He was wearing a white crop-top with a pink heart on the chest and maroon shorts. His boots and gloves were about the same color as the shorts and they were freckled with white spots.
He looked nice. You almost desperately wanted to go talk to him. But, lucky for you, he glanced your way and saw your awkward gaze among the party lights, causing you to awkwardly shift in your seat.
He gave you a michevious smile, seeming like he made that expression all the time. His teeth were a bright light, but he had one gold tooth that shown from across the room.
You were right about the eyes. He seemed to suck you right into a trance and he held out his hand, or one of them anyway, and beckoned you over.
Seeing his hand, you inhaled sharply, not being able to hear yourself think over the loud music.
You've never been to this hotel before, but you couldn't get too nervous. You already looked out of place enough.
You took the glass in your hand and bravely drunk the rest of the alcohol and hopped off the seat, making your way over to the group of three "monsters."
Angel smirked when he saw you come over, he seemed to loom over you even while he was sitting down on the bar stool.
"Hey there, little lady." He said with a deep voice, holding a bottle of beer in one of his six hands and occasionally taking a swig of it.
Vaggie heard Angel talking to you and she turned to you. Vaggie was the more independent girl, she held herself together and mostly kept to herself too. But she did have a soft spot for a couple friends, for example, Angel.
"Hmm, who's this?" She asked with a snarky demeanor.
Angel wiped his mouth from his last swig of alcohol. "Why, a newcomer. I don't recognize you from here. Where do you come from, little lady?"
You stuttered out as you started to recall why you were here. It was kind of hard to tell it over the loud music and the flashy lights of the club, but you tried anyways.
But Angel and Vaggie didn't seem to catch most of it, because they almost constantly asked what you said.
"Quite the story there, girly." He said after your story was done. "You say this guy left you because you were not talking to him enough? And then he tried to kill himself after he's the one who broke up with you in the first place?"
Vaggie let in a sharp inhale. "That's pretty cold. No wonder you came here."
You let out a small shrug, exhaling softly. It was all true. You wanted to get wasted tonight and hopefully forget this whole thing happened by tomorrow morning with a painful hangover. It's better then remembering.
"Here, girly. Try some of this. I kow exactly what you need." Angel shoved the bottle of beer he's been holding near your face, offering you a swig.
You decided why not, took the bottle, and took a single gulp.
The taste made your mouth curve down, but it tasted sour. Not in a bad way though. Like the cough medicine your mother would always make you take that almost would make you throw up every single time you take it.
But it still tasted good.
So you asked for more.
Gladly, Angel bought the drinks.
After taking a seat beside him, you two were able to get wasted enough to start talking about more personal and embarressing things.
You found out that he participated in porn once, and isn't entirely proud of it.
Also that he's very genderfluid and loves to be a drag queen. You could honestly see that.
You tried to picture him with long locks and a dress, even some eighties style leggings. You chuckled.
"You know (Y/N), you haven't told me anything about you. Quite the shy once, ain't ya?" He teased you.
You smiled up at him shyly and leaned onto his fluffy chest, cheeks red from drunkness.
"What's there to know? I mean, I'm not all that cool or special or something like that." You slurred.
"Oh, come now. That's not true, sweetie. Well...how about your insecurities?" He asked curiously, rubbing your head gently with one of his hands.
You froze up at this question. Then you took a deep breath and spilt your guts.
"Well...I'm not too fond of my horrible acne on my face, or that I'm too skinny, or the fact that and rarely brushed my knotty hair, I almost have no personal hygiene and I feel like a failure because I can't even take care of myself."
You felt tears prick your eyes. Even though it was a short lecture to spill your guts to a stranger you've known for only about two hours, it still felt good to get your feelings out. To someone you think you trust?
Angel Dust didn't say anything. He wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you up, setting you on a bar stool so you could at least be a little more taller.
"Look, (Y/N), I may not be the smartest demon in this damn hotel. But I do know one thing and that's that I think your a beautiful person on the inside." He held your chin up with his hand as he continued.
"I may be drunk as shit right now but I know what I'm seeing in front of me is real." He smirked at you.
Then his lips connected with your cheek, leaving you still a little red and smiling back up at him.
"Well, my dear, I'm afraid I must head up to my room. Getting mighty late." He said, yawning just the slightest.
"I'll walk you there!" You offered, hopping off the stool and regaining your original height.
He smirked and took your hand. "I'd like that."
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(THE END)