The Hazbin Hotel Project

The Laws of Probability (Baxter x Fem!Reader) II

Hello and Happy Labor Day everybody! :) I apologize for the late update, I am still adjusting my new neighborhood and other changes in my life. Here's the final part in Baxter's story, plus an image of what his devil darling looks like, courtesy of Lolbit113. For those who enjoy reading One Piece fanfiction and smut, I've posted a one shot called For All Eternity. I hope you will like it!

Please leave a comment down below and let me know your thoughts on this segment. Have a great week!

Much to Angel's annoyance, Baxter continued to pin for the security guard two weeks after their talk in the lobby bar. It has gotten to the point that the four-handed drug addict was ready to put another fucking hole in the mad scientist when an opportunity literally walked through the door. Jealously. To be more specific, a sinner who had recently checked into the Happy Hotel under the name Cen.

Angel did a small background check on him with help of an 'old friend'. The guy used to be one of the denizens who lived in Heaven but thanks to a certain incident, he'd been stuck in this shithole ever since. Keeps to himself, curious, and innocent to the point where it's laughable. An easy target for hustlers and the perfect candidate in his little scheme to hook up Baxter with his little inky dame. What did this trigger-happy prostitute have in mind, you ask? Well, it's actually simple: persuade Cen to work as a security guard, thereby (First Name) will have no choice but to spend time with the hotel's newest employee and teach him everything he needs to know. Make Baxter sees everything, he gets jealous, and boom. Everyone's happy and Angel can go back to flirting with a certain winged demon at the bar, excluding any interruptions between them.

Can't blame him for wanting a sexy sugar daddy, right?

Anyway, let's resume the story. So far it seemed like Angel's plan was working. the hours that [First Name] spent in the laboratory with Baxter had grown considerably less as she walked the hallways, Cen trailing close behind. But that didn't stop the mad scientist from following them, to make sure that the brute didn't harm the ink demon in any vulgar manner.

Vaggie bluntly told the angler fish that stalking them wasn't going to get anywhere, although she is happy to see that he was taking an interest in something besides his experiments and being cooped up downstairs all day. If he was going to confess how he really felt for [First Name], Baxter had to step up his game and just say it or else someone like Cen would sweep the security guard off of her feet.

Once the former stripper gave Baxter some food for thought, the scientist crawled back to his sanctuary and took refuge to ponder. There was no doubt in his mind that he did feel something for [First Name]. Why else would he feel his heart quicken a few clicks when she got too close to him, or make sure that there wasn't too much sugar in their mid-afternoon beverage?

Baxter sighed heavily, placing a gloved fin on his cheek as he stared blankly at a bubbling beaker. Ah, yes. He was still working on that little project for Angel. Normally he wouldn't accept monetary compensation for the sake of science, but the fish was in dire need of a new test tube set after his spare one had been destroyed a few weeks ago in an explosion.

Just when his train of thought could ponder any further on calculations, the probability that he would muster the courage and ask {First Name] to accept an offer of proper courting, the cellar door to his laboratory opened. He heard it slam shut, followed by his nostrils being assaulted by the strong perfume of ink.

Shit. [First Name] was here. Shitshitshitshit -

"Is...everything...all right...Baxter?" A soft, distorted voice called out to him. "I haven't seen you...in so long...Charlie said...you were skipping meals...again. You know that...it's bad. What...is wrong?" He felt the blood pump rapidly through his webbed ears as the 'sloshing' sound came closer and closer, then stopped upon feeling tiny droplets steep through his lab coat. He looked up, and saw his beloved looking down at him. Even though her face was concealed in a veil of the substance she was created from, it was evident that she was worried about him.

He couldn't muster the nerve to look away nor did he think he ever could; so, did he dare challenge the laws of probability and bite the proverbial bullet...or allow himself to slip further into his despair, pining after [First Name] as Dante Algieri had done for his Beatrice?

Baxter inhaled a shaky breath and stood up from his chair, allowing it to scrap across the tile floor as he maintained eye contact with the ink demon. What was he about it is very improper, especially for someone who had been taught to respect a woman regardless of her status in society, yet...

A melodious gasp echoed across the room as Baxter bravely pulled [First Name] into an embrace, mentally grimacing as the substance began to stain his clothing as well the thought of paying extra money to get it cleaned, or worse, paying for new garments. But...he'll worry about that later.

"[First Name}....I understand that this isn't...what a man should do, though I feel that this impulsive act is the most logical method to convey how I feel towards you. I adore you, I am fascinated with the way you carry yourself, even how you became to be such a beautiful specimen. I am honored to be called your friend, yet I wish for something more," He squeezed the demon's middle. "I...I would like to hold your hand in mine...as a lover. Through a proper courtship, of course!" Baxter quickly added. fearing he may have already frightened [First Name] with his words and actions.

A heavy silence fell the room, and it became thicker as Baxter's heart began to sink. Perhaps...{First Name} doesn't love me...as I love her? He began tp pull away from the ink demon, ready to apologize, when his small frame was coiled again in pungent ink.

The scientist looked up and gasped. It was small section, a sliver through the veil, but he could clearly an {Eye Color] orb staring right back down at him.

"I'd be...honored...sugar. Hope...ya know what you're....getting yourself...into...with this big, scary ink demon."

It took all of his self-control to not croon with joy, shout to all across the nine circles about his newfound joy. Instead, Baxter smiled brightly and stepped back to bow respectfully towards the woman.

"And I assure you, my fair lady, that there is no greater pleasure than courting a demon of your caliber." With another wave of confidence washing over him, Baxter gently [First Name]'s gloved hand and pressed a light kiss upon it. Such an action earned him a giggle from his beloved.

Angel Dust may be an utter disgrace to society, a piece of shit....but perhaps a little something extra could be added to this aphrodisiac he wanted to slip into Husk's drink tonight? It may be proper compensation for his...advice.

Maybe it will earn him another favor to be used in the near future.