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The Hazbin Hotel towered over you as you set your brown box suitcase down to push up your glasses and fix your bowtie. You took a breath and raised your fist to knock, only to lower it. You did this over and over until Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell, opened the door. She and her girlfriend, Vaggie, stared at you as you stared at them. It was too late to turn back now. You lowered your fist, nervously cleared your throat, and picked up your suitcase.
“Uhh… I’m here for the free room… Also, the redemption… But mostly the free room.”
Charlie’s eyes lit up with excitement, and she grabbed your arm to pull you into the hotel. She then vigorously shook your unoccupied hand while you looked at her wide-eyed.
“Welcome to the Happ— Hazbin Hotel!” Charlie yelled. “We are so, so, so, SO happy that you—”
“Hold on,” Vaggie said, putting her hand on the open door. “If you’re not serious about redemption, you’re not welcome here.”
“I—I’m serious about it!”
Vaggie narrowed her eyes, skeptical, but ultimately shut the door. Charlie pulled you further into the hotel while rambling on about the facility and amenities. You then spotted an effeminate spider demon lying on a couch with one knee up, sucking on a blue popsicle.
“And this is Angel Dust,” Charlie said, gesturing to the spider demon. “One of our two hotel guests. And you’re our third!”
“Angel Dust like— The porn star Angel Dust?”
“The one and only, baby.”
Angel Dust threw up his arm while holding the popsicle, and Vaggie rolled her eyes. He stood up and put a gloved hand on his hip. You felt short compared to him since you were slightly taller than the two women. He looked you over and then leaned down to bring his face close to yours.
“Oh— He’s cute,” Angel commented. “In a dorky sorta way.”
Angel Dust straightened and put the popsicle back into his mouth. You stared up at him in awe of how pretty he was in person.
“So what’ya into?” Angel casually asked. “Girls? Guys? Blow up dolls?”
“I uh… Guys…”
“Ooh… Like suckin’ cock, do ya?”
Angel Dust bent forward slightly with the popsicle in front of your face as if he were offering it. You blushed and averted your gaze while tightening your grip on the handle of your suitcase.
“Angel— Please,” Vaggie said, annoyed. “We finally have another guest; don’t scare him away.”
“I ain’t scarin’ no one. Just tryin’ to get to know em’.”
Angel Dust straightened and put a gloved hand on his hip again. You looked back up at him as he licked his popsicle.
“Top or bottom, four-eyes?”
“Um— What?”
“You know— Are you a dommy daddy or a subby sinner?”
“Don’t answer that,” Vaggie said.
“I… It depends…”
“Ooh, a switch, huh? Love the versatility!”
Angel Dust tilted his head up with a smirk while you continued to look up at him. Vaggie put her hands on Angel and attempted to push him.
“Go do something,” Vaggie ordered. “Anything.”
“Well, I’m thinkin’ ’bout doin’ the new guy.”
Your existing blush deepened as Vaggie gave Angel a hard push. He took a few steps forward before turning around to face the three of you.
“Alright, I’m goin’, I’m goin’, but you know where to find me if you want me.”
Angel Dust winked at you and then walked off toward the bar. You watched him go before turning back toward Charlie and Vaggie.
“Sorry about Angel,” Vaggie said. “He’s… Like that… And he used to be way worse.”
“I—It’s okay…I… I don’t mind…”
“Anyway, let’s continue the tour and then get you settled into a room.”
You nodded and walked up the stairs while Angel Dust sat at the bar with the popsicle in his mouth. Using his second pair of arms, he pushed himself back on the stool to watch you go as Husk cleaned a glass.
“Would you quit showing off for the new kid,” Husk said, annoyed. “He’s gonna learn you’re full of shit eventually.”
Angel Dust leaned forward and put his upper arms on the counter. Husk glanced up at him as he took the popsicle out of his mouth.
“I’d do em’. I wasn’t shittin’ ’bout that.”
“Why don’t you let the poor guy settle in first before you start trying to fuck him.”
“Eh. I’m not makin’ any promises.”
Meanwhile, you followed the two women down a long hallway and met the Radio Demon, Alastor. He held his microphone behind his back and looked at you from head to toe. He approved of your suit with the open jacket and matching dress shoes.
“And who is this dapper young fellow?” Alastor asked.
“A new guest!” Charlie exclaimed. “His name is… Uh… Oh… We forgot to ask, didn’t we?”
You walked between Charlie and Vaggie and extended your hand toward Alastor. You had heard of him and had all the reason to fear and respect him.
“My name is Y/N. A—A pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Alastor stared at your hand, which made you even more nervous. He finally accepted it, giving you a firm but seemingly friendly handshake.
“Oh, the pleasure is all mine! It is nice to finally have a guest with some class and proper manners.”
You let out a relieved breath when he let go but tensed up again when he put an arm around your shoulder. He walked off with you and took over the tour as Charlie and Vaggie followed closely behind. The hotel was full of odd personalities you weren’t entirely prepared to handle.
The following weeks were filled with bonding activities and self-improvement exercises. You had gotten to know everyone at the hotel pretty well except for Angel Dust. He flirted with you almost constantly and propositioned you a few times. Occasionally, when you were reading on the couch, he would put his upper arms on the top of your head and ask what you were doing. When you tried to tell him about the book, he would get bored and walk away. Most recently, the self-improvement exercise was to do something that scared you. Awkward social situations scared you, but you wanted to get to know Angel better since you were starting to feel something for him.
You approached Angel Dust, who was sitting on the couch in front of the bar reading a fashion magazine. He already knew you were there, but you coughed into your loosely clenched fist to get his attention. He lowered his magazine with a smug smirk and looked up at you.
“So um… Angel… I… I was wondering if you’d like to go to Cannibal Town with me— Or we could go somewhere else— Wherever you want.”
“Heh. Are you askin’ me out?”
“I um… Uh… No— Yes— Maybe?”
Angel Dust closed his magazine and set it aside on the couch before getting up. He came close and leaned down to wrap his first pair of gloved arms around your neck. A hand from his second pair of arms was pressed against your upper chest.
“I got a better idea,” he said with a smirk. “You. Me. Your room. How ’bout it?”
You titled your head back with a blush and a nervous chuckle. He leaned in closer as you swallowed your salvia.
“I… I think I’d like to get to know you first… Maybe we can have dinner sometime or—”
Angel Dust immediately let go of you and snapped upright. He placed a hand from his first pair of arms on his hip.
“Look— I’ll suck your dick, but I ain’t datin’ you.”
Your eyes widened, and then you averted your gaze with a hurt expression. Angel Dust felt guilty and instinctively reached toward you with a gloved hand but then pulled it back and averted his gaze.
“I gotta go.”
You remained silent with your head turned away as Angel Dust practically ran out of the hotel. After you knew he was gone, you sighed and approached the bar. Husk was faced away from the counter and then turned around as soon as you sat down on a stool.
“Husk, I need a drink.”
“And you think that’s gonna help?”
Husk watched you reach into your suit jacket and take out a pack of cigarettes. You freed a cigarette and placed it between your lips. After putting the pack back into your jacket’s inner pocket, you took out your square gold lighter. You flicked the sparkwheel several times before it finally produced a flame. You leaned forward with the end of your cigarette in the flame until it caught fire. With a flick of the wrist, you shut the lighter while simultaneously puffing the cigarette. You turned your head to blow the red smoke away from Husk and instantly felt more relaxed.
“Angel rejected me… What else am I supposed to do now?”
Husk silently poured you a drink while you put the gold lighter back into your inner jacket pocket. Your elbow dug into the counter with your cheek in your palm as a thin, swirly line of red smoke wafted from your cigarette. You extended your arm and tapped the cigarette to shake off the ash before taking another puff. You turned your head again to blow the smoke and then attempted to grab your drink. Husk grabbed the glass and pulled it away from you.
“First of all, motherfucker, Angel didn’t reject you. He said he didn’t wanna date you.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?”
“You know, he told me once that unless he’s filming or getting paid, his psycho boss doesn’t like anyone touching him. So what do you think would happen if you two go running all around town together?”
Husk pushed the glass towards you, and you grabbed it. While sipping your drink, you thought about what he said. You vaguely knew of the situation between Angel Dust and his boss, Valentino. Sometimes, when he returned from work, he went straight to his room without talking to anyone. You knocked on his door once to check on him. After a long silence, he opened the door with a confident grin and invited you into his room to have sex, to which you declined.
“Second of all,” Husk continued. “You’re not a total piece of shit, and you’re not bad looking either. You could’ve fucked him already, but you denied him every damn time. And unlike me, you’re into him.”
“I—I’m not against doing um— That— I just— I wanna get to know him first.”
“And that’s the part that scares him. It took him a while to be real with me. It’s gonna take him a while to be real with you.”
You took a drag from your cigarette and turned your head to blow the smoke. Then, you brought the glass to your lips and titled back your head.
“So what do I do?” You asked Husk.
“Do I look like a goddamn relationship expert?”
“You’re a bartender. That’s the closest thing to a relationship expert, right?”
Husk sighed and cleaned the countertop with a rag while thinking it over. You stretched out your arm and tapped the cigarette to shake off the ash again.
“You want my advice?” Husk said, looking directly at you. “Give up. Angel isn’t going out with you.”
“What if we didn’t go out? We could have a date here— at the hotel— I could ask Charlie to use the dining room.”
“Just one problem, genius. He said he doesn’t wanna date you.”
“One date. That’s all I want.”
“Good luck with that.”
You took another drag of your cigarette while thinking it over. The chance of Angel Dust agreeing to have dinner with you was slim, but you wanted to give it another shot. He returned to the hotel later and went up the stairs. He stopped when you said his name but kept his back to you.
“I would really like to have dinner with you,” you said earnestly. “Here, at the hotel. Nothing serious— Just dinner.”
“You don’t give up, do you?”
“Just one date. One dinner. That’s all.”
Angel Dust tilted his head back and took a breath before turning around. He walked down the stairs while you remained in place.
“Lemme ask you a question, why do you wanna go out with me so bad, huh?”
He stopped and looked down at you with his gloved hands on his hips. You looked up at him while trying to muster the courage to tell him the truth.
“Well uh… I like you.”
Angel’s eyes widened with a light blush that matched the one on your face. He straightened and folded all four arms while averting his gaze. He thought it impossible for anyone to make him flustered, but you proved him wrong.
“Fine. You win,” Angel said with a pout. “I’ll have dinner with you.”
Your eyes lit up with excitement as you clutched both fists. Angel Dust glanced down at you with a soft smile and affectionately put a hand in your hair before turning to go upstairs. You ran off to find Charlie and asked if you could use the dining room. She was almost as excited as you were when you told her you had a date with Angel. She also commended you for facing your fears and assured you it would be the best date ever.
On the day of the date, you were a nervous wreck, more so than usual. You entered the dining hall to find that nothing was prepared. You yelled for Charlie, but a shadow of Alastor snuck up behind you, and then he physically manifested.
“What seems to be the issue, hm?”
You jumped and then turned to see Alastor standing behind you with his hands on top of his microphone staff. He snapped his neck to the side while wearing his permanent smile, but in your opinion, there was nothing to smile about right now.
“What happened!?” You yelled, throwing your arm out toward the dining hall. “Where is everything!? Who was in charge of this!? Angel is getting ready, and nothing is here! If he comes down here and sees an empty dining hall, he’ll laugh at me! And— AND—”
Alastor maintained his smile but narrowed his eyes, annoyed. He picked up his microphone and pointed it at the dining hall. Multiple shadows swept past you, blowing your hair. The long table in the center changed into a round table, and a white tablecloth appeared over it. A candelabra appeared as well and then lit up on its own. The lights changed to a chandelier, creating a more intimate mood. Two chairs appeared at your table, along with a few other tables and chairs. The shadows sat down and took the form of demons to give the illusion that you were in a restaurant. Food and wine appeared on their tables as they clinked their glasses. The shadows also took the form of a jazz band, and jazz music filled the room.
“You were saying?” Alastor said.
You closed your mouth that hung open. This wasn’t even the extent of Alastor’s true power.
“O—Oh… Okay… Well… That takes care of that…”
Now that your concerns about the dining hall were quelled, your mind conjured up new worries. You turned toward Alastor and straightened your bowtie before gesturing to your outfit.
“How do I look?”
“Terrible!”
“What!?”
Alastor chuckled softly before tapping the top of your head with his microphone. He bent forward slightly and cocked his head to the side.
“My dear boy, if we’re going to do this, we’re going to do it the right way.”
He straightened and snapped his fingers to change your outfit into a snazzy, pinstriped suit with coattails. He spun his microphone before resting one hand on it and snapping again with the other. A bouquet of thorny, hellish roses appeared in your hand, and you looked down at them before looking at the Radio Demon.
“You’re… Good at this.”
“Ha! An irony, isn’t it?”
Alastor picked up his microphone and then walked out of the dining hall. Charlie and Vaggie walked in, and Charlie clasped her hands together with a gasp.
“This… Is… AMAZING!” Charlie yelled, throwing her arms out. “Angel is going to LOVE it!”
“Y—Yeah? You really think so?”
“Everything is PERFECT!”
Charlie’s positive attitude made you feel more confident going into the date. She gestured for you to sit down and walked out of the room with Vaggie. They waited on either side of the stairs to escort Angel Dust to the dining hall. He appeared on the top of the stairs in a short, tight black dress with a sweetheart neckline, long black gloves on his first pair of arms, and black thigh-high heeled boots. He posed with his first pair of arms in the air before strutting down the stairs. When he got to the last stair, he spread out his gloved hands and bent his wrists. Charlie and Vaggie each took a hand to help him off the stair as if he were the star of the show.
“Angel!” Charlie yelled. “You look so— SO— GOOD!”
“Alright, alright, where’s four-eyes?”
“Right this way!”
Charlie and Vaggie led Angel Dust to the dining hall, where Sir Pentious was waiting near the door. He took a bow with his arm bent, then straightened to look directly at Angel.
“Ahem. May I take your coat, good sir?”
“I ain’t wearing a coat.”
“Well, may I take your hat then?”
“I ain’t wearing a hat.”
“Well, I— They told me I had a very important job!”
“Heh. Tough luck, buddy.”
Angel Dust walked past Sir Pentious and threw open the doors with Charlie and Vaggie following him. Sir Pentious folded his arms and grumbled to himself about the job they gave him to do. You sat in the chair with the hellish roses in your lap, nervously waiting for your date. Charlie led him to your table, and you looked up at him starry-eyed as he stood with his gloved hands on his hips.
“Angel, you look… Nice…”
“I was goin’ for hot.”
“Well— Uh— Yeah— That too.”
Angel Dust grabbed the back of his chair with a gloved hand, and you stood up, leaving the roses on your chair. He paused, unsure what you were doing.
“Wait— I’ll do it.”
You ran over to him, and he stood back with his arms folded to watch you pull out his chair. Then you turned around and gestured for him to sit down.
“Heh. Such a gentleman.”
Angel Dust sat down with all four arms in his lap and a light smile on his face. You pushed his chair in before going back to your chair to grab the roses.
“Here,” you said, holding out your arm. “These are for you.”
Angel’s smile morphed into a surprised expression as he stared at the flowers. He then looked up at your face to check if you were serious. You were very serious.
“Thanks, I guess…”
Angel Dust hesitated before reaching out to take the flowers and put them underneath his chair. A warm, foreign feeling spread throughout his chest, which scared him. He didn’t want to feel anything for you, but you were charming.
“Look at them!” Charlie yelled, gesturing to the table with both hands. “They’re SO cute!”
Angel Dust groaned and hid his face with a gloved hand while looking in the opposite direction of Charlie. You became embarrassed underneath their gaze and looked in the opposite direction as well.
“Alright, hon,” Vaggie said, putting a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Let’s give them some space.”
Vaggie walked out of the dining hall with her girlfriend, leaving you alone with Angel Dust. You turned your head to meet his gaze and then immediately looked away. The existing anxiety you had spiked, and you had a strong urge to reach into your suit for a cigarette. Husk approached the table with a napkin over his arm and handed you both menus. You opened the menu and covered your face with it.
“The special is jambalaya,” Husk said. “Don’t bother lookin’ at anything else. That’s all we got.”
“Uhh… I guess that’s fine,” you said, lowering your menu a little. “What do you think, Angel?”
“Eh. Whatever.”
The spider demon shrugged before closing his menu and handed it back to Husk. You closed your menu to do the same.
“Can we get a bottle of champagne?” You asked.
“All we have is cheap booze.”
“Uh… Can you at least put it in a champagne glass?”
“This might look like a five-star restaurant, but it’s still the same damn hotel, fancy pants.”
“Fine… Cheap booze in a regular glass then…”
“Good choice.”
Husk walked away, and you took a breath before forcing yourself to look at your date with your fingers interlocked. He was holding a spoon and fluffing up the back of his hair.
“So… How was your day, Angel?”
“Eh. The usual.”
“Right…”
You turned your head to the side as Angel Dust continued to look at his reflection in the spoon. It was best to avoid discussing Angel’s work, and you doubted he would be very interested in your work as a writer. The jazz music filled the dead air while the negative voices in your head told you this was a mistake. Angel finally put the spoon down and looked directly at you.
“You sure you don’t wanna skip all this dinner stuff an’ get right to the fucking?”
“No, Angel,” you said, looking at him. “I… I want to do this…”
Angel Dust picked the spoon back up and brushed the front of his hair as if he were disinterested. You took another breath and forced yourself to make a second attempt at a conversation.
“So… What are your hobbies?”
“Fuckin’ and doin’ drugs.”
“Right…”
You stared at Angel Dust, who continued to look into the spoon. It would be a very long night if the whole date was like this.
“I… I like your dress,” you said, desperate for conversation. “Where’d you get it from?”
Angel Dust put the spoon back down and put both his gloved hands on his so-called breasts. You were relieved you finally caught his interest with his love of fashion.
“Oh? This old thing?” Angel Dust said, pushing up his chest fluff. “Dunno— I think Val bought it for me.”
“Right… Of course…”
You lowered your head in defeat as Angel Dust turned his head to the side with his arms folded over his chest. The last thing either of you wanted to discuss was Valentino. Husk came right on time with the drinks and silently put them on the table. As Angel reached for his glass, you shot up from your chair, grabbed Husk’s arm, and pulled him to the side.
“Husk, help me!” You yelled quietly. “I don’t know what to talk about!”
“Hey, this whole date thing was your fucking brilliant idea.”
“Please, tell me what to say. You know Angel better than anyone.”
You held onto Husk’s shoulders with a desperate look in your eye. He sighed and looked over to the side, feeling a little bad for you.
“…Try asking about the damn pig. If that doesn’t work, then I don’t know what to tell you, kid.”
Your expression turned hopeful, and you let go of Husk after thanking him. He brushed off his shoulder and walked away as you sat back down.
“So… Angel… How’s Fat Nuggets?”
“Nuggsie is doin’ good,” he said, taking a sip. “Heh. The other day, he was sleepin’, and I took the cutest picture of em’.”
“Yeah? Tell me about it.”
You sipped your drink as Angel Dust started to prattle on about his beloved pet pig. He smiled when he spoke, and you began feeling more at ease. The jazz band continued to play in the background as you admired Angel underneath the light of the chandler. You were happy to be here with him, even if things weren’t perfect. Niffty then came to the table holding two bowls of steaming jambalaya, interrupting your date.
“Dinner is served!” Niffty exclaimed. “Hehe… I made it extra EXTRA spicy!”
Niffty stretched her body to put both bowls of jambalaya on the table. Angel Dust pushed his bowl forward as you looked down at yours. Niffty put both her hands together, waiting for you to eat. You gathered a spoonful of the jambalaya and looked at Niffty before putting it in your mouth. It took a few seconds for the heat to hit you, but when it did, you clutched your fists as your eyes started to water.
“…It’s… It’s… Good… Niffty…”
“Eat more! MORE! MORE!!!!!”
“Okay, Niff, thanks for the food,” Angel Dust said, slightly annoyed. “You can go now.”
Niffty walked away as you started to cough while holding your throat with both hands. Angel Dust stared at you while you coughed, which made you feel even more embarrassed and uncool.
“You alright?” Angel asked.
You nodded while coughing and took a sip of your drink, which made the burn worse, not better. Angel Dust continued to stare at you as you covered your mouth with your arm to cough.
“Y—Yes… Just fine… Please… You were saying….”
You gestured to Angel Dust so he could resume the story he was telling. He continued to stare at you while you tried to control your cough.
“Hey, Husk!” Angel Dust yelled. “Can we get some water or somethin’? The poor guy is dyin’ here!”
Husk came over with a pitcher of water and poured you a glass. After taking a sip, you were better and pushed your bowl forward. Husk took both bowls of inedible jambalaya and walked away. Angel Dust resumed the story he was telling you about Fat Nuggets, which reminded him of another story and then another.
“And I got these little boots for Nuggsie, but he didn’t like em’ so— I’m talkin’ too much ’bout Fat Nuggets, aren’t I?”
“No— No, I like hearing about Fat Nuggets. You sort of light up when you talk about him…”
“I love my baby Nuggs.”
Angel Dust smiled and hugged himself with his first pair of arms as if he were hugging Fat Nuggets. His sweet smile made you smile, and you took a sip of your liquor while admiring him.
“What else makes you happy? And don’t say sex or drugs because we both know that’s not true.”
Angel Dust lost his smile and put his arms down as you set your glass down. You realized you made a mistake as soon you saw his changed expression.
“What? You’ve been talkin’ to Husk and the others ’bout me behind my back?”
“No. I— It’s obvious you’re not as happy as you pretend to be sometimes…”
“Don’t act like you know me— You don’t fucking know me.”
“I know— That’s why I’m trying to get to know you.”
“What for? I told you I ain’t datin’ you!”
“I know that— I just—”
You felt like things were spiraling out of control, and you lost your ability to think straight. Angel Dust stood up and put his gloved hands on the table, looking down at you with a scowl.
“What the fuck do you want from me, huh? Cuz’ you ain’t interested in fucking, so what the fuck do you want?”
You stared at Angel’s angry eyes and saw the fear behind them. He was afraid of you, afraid of falling for you, afraid you’d hurt him. You had to have some sort of ulterior motive that he just could not comprehend.
“I just… Wanted you to feel… Special…”
Those quiet words turned Angel’s angry expression into one of disbelief and confusion. He became teary-eyed and then turned away with his arm over his eyes. He ran off just before the tears started to fall and pushed past the door to leave the dining hall. You sat back in your chair with an exasperated sigh and reached into your inner suit pocket for your cigarette pack. You pulled out a cigarette and placed it between your lips. After putting the pack away, you took out your gold lighter and lit the cigarette. After flicking it closed with your wrist, you put it back into your inner pocket. You blew the red smoke as everyone approached you with sad expressions except for Alastor.
“So, who else knew this evening would end in tears and soul-crushing heartbreak? Haha! I did!”
Husk and Vaggie glared at Alastor for rubbing in the failure of the date. Suddenly, the jazz music stopped, and all of the shadows disappeared as the room returned to the empty dining hall it was before. You silently took another drag as Alastor walked behind you and lightly tapped your head with his microphone for the second time tonight.
“The date was doomed from the start because you are a hopeless romantic with absolutely no chance of winning the heart of a promiscuous, drug-addicted adult actor with more emotional baggage than your two little arms can carry!”
“Alastor,” Charlie said. “That’s mean...”
“No, he’s right, Charlie,” you said, holding your cigarette between two fingers. “I don’t have a chance in hell with Angel, but that doesn’t really matter anymore, does it?”
You stood up and took one last puff before flicking your cigarette and crushing it with your heel. Alastor snapped his neck to the side as you walked out of the dining hall with a newfound confidence. The snazzy suit returned to your usual suit as you went to Angel Dust’s room. You hesitated for a moment before gently knocking on the door. There was no response, so you opened the door a little to check on him. The room was dark, and Angel was lying on his bed, still in the black dress, with his back to the door. Fat Nuggets was snuggled up against his torso as he loosely held him.
“Angel… Are you okay?” You asked quietly.
“Go away…”
“Okay…”
You closed the door softly, turned around, and walked down the hall. The door then opened, and Angel Dust stood in the doorway.
“Wait—”
You paused and turned around as Fat Nuggets ran out of the room. You watched the pig run past you before approaching Angel Dust. He went back into his room, and you followed him inside, shutting the door behind you. When you turned around, you found Angel sitting on the edge of the bed, looking up at you.
“No one ever done that shit for me— Not without wantin’ me to suck em’ or fuck em’— I don’t get you.”
You came closer and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. You put a hand over his gloved hand to comfort him.
“Angel, I don’t want to use you. I don’t want to hurt you. I really do like you.”
Angel pulled his hand away, still scared and overwhelmed. You were too good to be true— a demon prince charming.
“I can’t do this— I ain’t ready for this.”
Angel folded his arms and hunched over as you touched his shoulder. There was a list of reasons why he couldn’t give his heart to you at the moment. You had your date; that was the deal.
“I get that,” you said softly. “When you’re ready— If you’re ever ready— You know where to find me.”
You stood up and silently walked toward the door. Angel Dust lifted his head and straightened his body.
“Hey— You ain’t gonna at least kiss me goodnight?”
You paused and looked over your shoulder at your date, who had his four arms open. Anxiety ran through you as you averted your gaze and thought it over. Then, after pushing your negative thoughts away, you turned around and returned to Angel. He wrapped his first pair of arms around your neck while his second pair of arms wrapped around your waist. You put your hands on his shoulders and looked into his eyes with a light blush before leaning in to kiss him. The strange, warm feeling Angel felt throughout the night intensified during the sweet kiss. You felt the same warmth in your chest and then pulled back to look at him.
“H—How was that?” You asked.
“Mhm. Not bad, four eyes.”
“Heh. Thanks…”
“Now, let’s try it with some tongue.”
“Hang on a sec—”
Angel pulled you into his lap with his lower arms and then slipped his tongue into your mouth. Your eyes widened, and your grip on his shoulders tightened before you relaxed with a soft moan. Angel pulled back to look at your flustered expression with a sly smirk.
“Good— But it’d be better if you tilt your head a little.”
You gave him a soft nod before cupping his cheeks and tilting your head to the side. You eagerly slipped your tongue into his mouth, which surprised him. Angel let you take control of the kiss and moaned softly. A gloved hand weaved its way into your hair while the other rested on your chest. Angel leaned back as you leaned forward, just a few inches from being on the mattress.
“Alright,” Angel Dust said, breaking the kiss. “Get out of here before we start fuckin’.”
“R-Right— See you tomorrow.”
Angel Dust sat up, and you eased off his lap. He watched you fix your bowtie before walking toward the door. As you opened it, he said your name, making you turn halfway around.
“I had fun.”
You smiled softly at Angel as Fat Nuggets ran through the crack in the door. He went to his owner, who leaned down to pick him up.
“Me too.”
You shut the door and walked down the hall feeling much better about the whole date. Angel Dust fell back against the bed and held the pig above himself while looking up at him.
“What am I gonna do with him, Nuggsie?”
Fat Nuggets squealed, and Angel brought him down to loosely hug him while thinking of the kiss you shared. You were sweet, awkward, and made him feel special, which is why he was falling in love with you. In your room, you sat at your typewriter with your sleeves rolled up and your suit jacket on your bed. You stared at the blank page while also thinking of the kiss. There may never be a second date with Angel, but you were glad you had at least one.