Hazbin Hotel x Reader

Angel x Fem!Tomboy!Reader

Love on the drunken rocks.

Thank you to WR862Gniht for requesting! Sorry it took so long, taking time for other things and also because I really had no clue what to do lmao. I decided to go for a soft, less serious story because even I need a break from the dark, death there, death over there and wow death here sort of stuff I do regularly.

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Night fell on Hell once again, cursing the denizens with the secrecy of the darkness. Silhouettes of crumbling buildings cast shadows across the street, twisting their forms into ugly, distorted versions. Faint luminosity from the bar up ahead lit up the surrounding area, emphasising the cracks in the pavement and vines creeping from the sewers.

As much as the area around it was rather isolated, the bar was full of life, demons bustling about, a good majority of them drunk, and or high. I cringed slightly at the sheer amount of noise coming from the oddly placed bar, I guess other demons had the same idea to relieve their stress.

I didn't normally come to bars, but I needed a place to relax and drink my worries away, seemingly like most of the people were there to do. Sighing, warm air escaped from my mouth as I pushed open the door to the place, it was now I never, I suppose.

It felt as if the whole of Hell was here, demons of all types drinking, playing foolish card games or getting high off their asses. Loud, obnoxious music was playing, but it soon faded into the static of the background, drowned out by demons cheering and rushing about. The noise made me writhe with awkwardness slightly, shoving my hands into the pockets in my jeans, I went up to the bar. Most of the stools neighbouring the main bar were taken, except for a few in the far corner, which I happily perched myself upon.

I gathered the courage to ask for a beverage, something relatively small to get me going, as the bartender obliged grumpily. Resting my head against my hand, I took in the atmosphere, soaking up my thoughts of this place until some guys approached me.

I didn't heed them too much since they looked drunk out their minds, they started with the normal pick up lines and flirty conversation, up until they realised I was unamused and begrudgingly went to pester some other poor demon. By which this time, my drink had come and was laying idly in front of me while I inspected it.

Taking a hefty swig of it, I seemed fine until a few minutes after when I started feel slightly dizzy, an unfamiliar sensation pooling in my stomach. Finishing up my current drink, I ordered a new one by raising my hand weakly and waving it subtly.

'Put it on my tab'.

A voice spoke next to me, it took me by surprise as I raised an eyebrow at the peculiar fellow. He didn't look drunk, although with the clothes he was wearing, he might as well have been.

Strands of what looked like hair overhung his face, pink dots staining the clump of hair. His eyes were quite peculiar, his irises were pink but his left eye had a dark sclera. The slender demon's attire consisted of a white suit, complete with pink stripes, to show off his prominent chest of fur. A black and pink bow tie hung around his neck with a choker, his multiple hands clad in pink gloves. He also wore what seemed to be a black miniskirt with thigh high boots.

'So, are you just going to keep on staring babe or should we get to the fucking?'

Being slightly taken aback by the obscene comment, I reeled back in my seat.
'W-What?'

'What's your name and what is a handsome beauty like yourself doin' in this dump, eh?' He leaned forward slightly, resting his jaw on his hands.

Following this comment, the bartender narrowed his eyes at the demon, before switching quickly to tend to another drunken bastard.

'I'm Y/N.'

'Oh shit, you're a girl.' He immediately retracted his position and sat bolt upright in his chair.

'Yeah..'

'Oops, thought you were a dude, that's not a man baby.' The stranger said casually, taking a hefty swig from the beverage in front of him.

'I don't normally do formalities with people I'm down to fuck with, even though you're a girl.' He sloshed the liquid in his cup absentmindedly, 'but I'm willing to make an exception for you, sweetheart.'

He extended his arm, I deducted it was probably for me to shake, which I did rather reluctantly.
'I'm Angel Dust, best porn star money can buy.'

In a short moment, I composed myself, ready to initiate conversation again,
'So, Angel, why are you here? Don't you have some overlord to fuck or has business been slow?' I playfully asked.

Angel snapped back at me, feigning offence, 'no, it has not been slow, quite the opposite actually.' He glared at me before sighing, 'I just come here to relax from time to time.'

He gave me a smile before I added on to his comment, 'I understand, work has been stressful lately, I run a small shop downtown: wigs, makeup clothes, stuff like that-'

'Wait, what's it called?'

'Y/N's glossed up shop'. (Sorry just roll with it, it's 4am, I wanted to come up with a good name but my brain said NO.)

This garnered Angel's interest as he leaned forward slightly, 'I shop there all the time, I get all my supplies for drag from there, it's amazing, the wigs are top quality, they feel like, you know, real.'

Feeling a tad bit appreciated, I said, 'thank you, I'm glad you like the place, drag seems cool.'

Angel's eyes started to flicked with excitement, 'we should do a makeover session, just the two of us. Getting kitted out in the hottest clothes we can get our hands on!'

He seemed excited so I went along with the idea gladly, surprisingly we spoke about it for an extended period of time until the conversation went stale, neither of us speaking in the silence. I sipped on my drink before Angel turned to me and said,

'My offer still stands, want to fuck?'

P.S, Y/N may or may not have spat the drink out all over Angel. 👁👄👁