Angel Dust x Female!Reader 💋 Drag King And Queen 👑 * DISCONTINUED *

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I apologize for taking so long to update my story. I just recently got a job that been taking most of my time and I keep having second thoughts/doubting too much on this story.

By the way I draw that picture last year! I draw this in one of my classes before COVID-19. My teacher almost caught me. I can't believe I still have this! I draw it on a piece of scrap paper!

Anyway back to the story! Hopefully it's not too bad and you enjoy it!

Angel Dust POV:

"I-I thought..."

"You thought wrong. I don't ever want to see you again.... Good bye, forever."

"DON'T LEAVE ME!!!!"

"(Y/N)!!!!

"AHHHHHHH!" My eyes snap open, covered in a cold sweat, shaking, heart pounding, looking around the dimly lit room I'm in suspicious. I don't recognize this room.

'Where am I?!'

I'm in a king sized bed with a thin black blanket and two large yellow fluffy pillows. It's very plain room, gray pale walls, concrete floor and two white doors that leads to who to knows what.

The paranoid that the horror may have followed me here, I don't know what I really dream... It was all black and all I heard was mine and (Y/N) voices.... I carefully remove the blanket off of me to see both my legs wrapped securely with gauze bandaids rolls and medical tape. Surprisingly both my legs look clean. No blood was visible.

I cautiously move my legs off the edge so they're hanging off, shivering, rubs my head and eyes and tries to fully awaken. I pushed myself off the bed standing wobbly on my still injured legs. My legs still hurt like hell but not as much as before. I clumsy stumbled to one of the two doors. With a shaking hand I opened it to reveal a bathroom with the lights still on. It's a decent size bathroom, still has the same gray walls and concrete floor, no windows, a toilet, shower with a curtain, small trash can that's overfilled with used napkins/bandaids(?) and some on the floor, small wall mirror and a sink. I enter the bathroom, looks in the mirror slowly, cautiously, as if not sure of what I'll see.

SLAM!!!

I jumped and hissed in pain. In the reflection on the mirror I sees the second door slam open, a shadow enters looked around frantically before spotted me in the bathroom.

Before I could even react the shadow bolted towards me attacking with a hug.

"An Just!" A voice is muffled in my floof.

"(Y/N)?!"

She remove her face off my chest and looked up at me. Tears raced down her cheeks. "I-I was so worried! D-you blending...BLEEDING! Bleeding a lot... the fucking angels. Bombs... Chicken! I didn't want to lose you!" She stuttered, scrambling her words. While trying to explain things she had her arms wrapped tightly around my second pair of arms squeezing me tightly. I usually hate being squeezed but...

"Ya worried about me?..." Tears was forming at the corners of my eyes but I wouldn't let it fall. "Yer okay..."

"Of course Angel! I-fuck!" She slipped on one of those used bandages that on the floor causing her face plant slightly below my floof. (The Picture at the beginning.)