Hazbin Hotel One Shots

(Angel Dust) Addicted

(Avicii Addicted to you, Male!Reader, Human AU, enjoy.)

(Y/N) came out of the building, counting the money he had stolen from the broken down liquor store. Being in Hell was bad, but he made it work. He smiled to himself as he walked down the death infested roads, silently doing the math of what he had earned.

He was about to put the money back in his bag, when he felt something cold on the back of his head and the cock of a gun. "Hey~" The man purred from behind (Y/N). His voice was a higher pitch than most, but it also had a hint of Italian. "How about ya gimme ya loot, and I'll let ya live." The man said, (Y/N) already rolling his eyes.

"Oh yeah? What's my third option?" He asked, turning his head a little. The man gave a sinister chuckle.

"None." He breathed out. (Y/N) tsked, shaking their head.

"Wrong, the answer is," Before the man could react, (Y/N) had leaned down, kicked back, and turned, catching the gun as the man stumbled back, dropping said weapon. "I get the upper hand..." He trailed off, stairing at the man.

The man was really fucking tall, with pale skin, pinkish eyes, freckles under his eyes, and big, fluffy hair. He wore a fancy, pink and white, pinstriped suit, pink gloves, and very long, black boots... Oh wait, he was wearing black booty shorts as well. Oh boy. He also had a golden tooth. Joy.

The tall man growled before looking up, spotting the man who kicked him. They both staired at each other for a moment. (Y/N) gave a wink before racing off with the gun and the money.

He wasn't gonna stick around for whatever the other was gonna do to him. But of course, things dont always stay as planned. He felt a hand over his mouth and arm around his waist as he was pulled into an alleyway.

He was turned around to see the man from before. The man put a finger to his own lips before looking over to the alley exit. The store owner went racing past with a few goons. The two waited a second before the taller man let (Y/N)'a face go. They both sighed, looking at each other.

"Thanks, handsome." (Y/N) flirted, getting a chuckle from the man.

"Hey, sexy. The names Angel Dust. Yours?" Angel asked, leaning his arm on the wall next to the other man's head.

"(Y/N). Pleasure." He smirked, putting his finger under Angel's chin.

"It's all mine, babe. Now, I'm gonna offer you my services for the low, low price of free. This isn't an every day offer." He said, the other pretending to think.

"Oh, I don't know. It seems so expensive." He joked, putting his arms around Angel's neck.

"Isn't it worth it~?" Angel purred. (Y/N), leaning forward as Angel put his free arm around his waist.

"I guess I could make an exception." (Y/N) said before the two's lips connected in passion and lust.

It had been five years since then. They had been dating for all those years and were partners in crime. They were addicted to each other in every sense of the word. They worked as a perfect team.

They had just gotten home from a heist at a museum. They were rich! But Angel knew they would be caught soon. So he devised a plan. They both had agreed that if one of them went down, they both went down. Simple as that. Well Angel wanted to make it official.

He grabbed the fanciest ring they had stolen and went to find (Y/N). (Y/N) was hiding in their bedroom, counting all the money they had taken from the registers and vending machines. Angel stuffed the ring in his pocket before knocking on the door.

"Hey, hot stuff~." He purred, walking up and wrapping his arms around his partners chest.

(Y/N) smiled, leaning into the embrace. "Hey, handsome. What do you need?" He asked, looking up at the taller male. Angel gave a wicked smile, winking.

"I have a surprise on the roof." He told his partner. (Y/N) became curious and let his slutty boyfriend bring him to the roof. He zoned out, looking over the city. He snapped out of it when he felt a hand grab his, but kept staring. "This is all ours. But I want to make it permanent." (Y/N) looked down to see Angel kneeling down with the ring in his hand.

(Y/N) gasped at the sight, covering their mouth with their free hand. "(Y/N), I've been addicted to you since the moment we met. Will you always be mine? Forever and for always?" Angel asked, holding the ring out. (Y/N) pushed the ring away before tackling Angel in a hug, desperately kissing him.

"Yes! A million times yes! You'll always be my drug!" (Y/N) exclaimed before pulling Angel into the deepest kiss they both could muster. Of course, it ended with them in bed.

In the morning, they woke up to the sound of knocking. They got robes on and answered the front door, only to get several guns to their heads.

The last thing they did was hold onto each other for dear life.

They were hidden in a shallow grave as one of the killers held the blood soaked engagement ring, laughing to himself. But the two kept their promise. One goes down, they both go down. Forever and for always. Their addiction killed them.