The Hazbin Hotel Project

Polar Opposites [Angel Dust x Asexual!Male!Reader]

I'd like to profusely thank Murderluv23 for helping me write out the anticipated sequel to Love in the Studio. If you haven't read it yet, I'd strongly recommend to do so. On another note, I may be taking some time off from writing very soon so as to handle some personal matters. As soon as they are settled, I will return to The Hazbin Hotel Project. All I ask is your patience and support in this decision as well as the possibility of less updates. 

Furthermore I have recently published another collection similar to this series, except the fandom takes place in the highly popular anime known as Boku No Hero Academia, or My Hero Academia. Thus it is titled My Hero Academia Project. Please be sure to check it out and share your thoughts on it via a comment and if it is worth pursuing. 

So without further ado, let's see what kind of mischief will happen! :)

There wasn't a single sinner who did not know or at least aware that someone named Angel Dust existed in Hell. For one, he was a highly regarded, attractive actor with a likeable personality...sort of. If you had the audacity to mess with him for whatever reason, this guy had friends in high places; on this list, we are also including his partner in crime, Cherri Bomb. But recently, the gossip mill has spun out a rumor that Angel Dust has snagged himself a lover from the studio he worked at.

Of course, once that rumor got out, everyone assumed that he found a new play thing to fuck every instance he got. What they didn't know was that this particular "play thing" was an asexual racoon who much preferred to have a decent conversation over rolling around in the sheets any day. That is why Angel Dust neither confirmed nor denied the rumors, because the moment people found out about that little fact, they'd bombard him with annoying questions about how their relationship hadn't fallen apart yet. Or assume he was only using him for some strange benefit. Angel was not here for their shit.

"Something on your mind, Angel?"

The spider demon almost jolted out of his reverie when he heard [First Name]'s voice bring him back to reality. They were at sitting at their usual seats in McSweeney's Pub, enjoying a drink and a 'show' between a husband, his wife, and the young man who happened to be sleeping with the married woman. His mismatched pink eyes met concerned [Eye Color] ones before he shrugged, chugging down the booze in one swoop and slamming it on the bar.

"It's nothin', toots. Just a long day at the studio, that's all. Can't wait to go home and crash for the night. I'm fucking tired."

The raccoon demon raised an eyebrow. "You're more than welcome to come over to my place, door's always open for you." He took a sip of his own beverage, a bushy tail swaying left to right.

Angel resisted the urge to pet his fluffy tail and responded with another shrug, "Nah, don't worry about it. I don't need to bring my shitty problems with me and into your flat. I'll be fine."

[First Name] gave him an unreadable look before peering back down into his glass without a word. Angel felt a bit of a twinge in his chest at his reaction. The entertainment star was always protective of [First Name], there was no way he was bringing that much chaos into his home. Not unless he wanted [First Name] to tear him to shreds or bill him for the damages. Angel sighed and placed a gloved hand on his boyfriend's thigh. Good. He didn't twitch. That's progress.

"Toots, it's not that I don't wanna spend more time with ya, I just...I wanna have somethin' stable for once in my life. I enjoy what we've got and I don't want to fuck it up. Ya get me?"

"I understand," was all [First Name] said to him, leaning against the table without looking at Angel in the eye. "But if you ever need help....just let me know, okay? I'm here for you."