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hellorosie · 9 days

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Infinity, You and Me.

hello everyone!

so a bit of backstory... angel dust is my favorite character from hazbin and i relate to them a lot. i see a lot of myself in them and can relate to their struggles/wants/needs. their relationship with val reminds me a lot of a relationship i had, so i decided to write this quick story of what i think angel's descent into hell and relationship with val was like, based of off my experiences, which is the beauty of fanfiction - a place where you can be honest with yourself with the support of characters that comfort you. tags: drug use, mental distress.

Val wasn’t always…Val. Or maybe he was. I don’t know.

When he looked at me, I felt like he was really looking at me, you know? I’d never had that happen before, or if I had, I was too insecure to notice. Yeah, I got the catcalls and the stares, who hasn’t? But when Val looked at me from across the room, wearing those sunglasses, I knew he was looking at me. My friend had been talking my ear off, but her voice became a distant hum when Val and I locked eyes. The way he smiled at me… I couldn’t help but blush.

“Hey,” my friend said to me, snapping in my ear. “You listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, breaking eye contact with Val and turning to her. “Your piece of shit husband… sleeping on the couch… yada yada.”

“Real good listener, you are,” she laughed, slapping my shoulder. From behind us, the ding of a bell, meaning an order was ready. “That’s you, Anthony.”

I quickly serviced my table and hurried back to the front of the restaurant, where I could clearly see Val sitting in the bar area. He was smoking now, and with two graceful fingers, he motioned me to come toward him. Like an idiot, I looked behind me at first, to see if he really meant me. When I turned back around, he was laughing now. I smiled, wiped my hands on the black apron around my waist, and started walking towards him.

“How can I…” I started like a picture perfect image of customer service. Val held up a hand, stopping me with a smile. He blew smoke out from his teeth as he did so.

“Are you going to give me your number or not?” he asked, the epitome of swagger. “We’ve been eyeing each other all night, it seems.”

“I, um…” I flushed, looking behind me to see my friend tapping her watch. I looked back at Val.

Tapping his watch in return, he said, “I don’t got all night sweetheart, and I don’t chase.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said quickly, checking the pockets on my apron for a pen and paper. I got it out and wrote my number down. “Here,” I said, handing it to him, smiling like an idiot.

“You’ll be hearing from me,” he said after he finished his drink with one gulp. “Anthony,” he seemed to purr. He got up from the table and walked off, leaving me blushing and standing still.

“Anthony!” my friend called. “You got another order!”

I finished the night in the daze, thinking about the way he said my name. The way he talked. The way he walked. Everything. Val occupied every space in my mind for three days. On the third day, I finally heard from him. An unknown number flashed on my phone’s screen and I picked up.

“You know, your handwriting is shit,” he laughed. “I’ve called about a dozen numbers trying to figure out what you wrote.”

“Sorry,” I said with a nervous laugh. I cleared my throat. There was a moment of silence.

“Listen, I want to see you,” he said matter of factly. He gave me his address, which was a motel on the other side of town. “Think you can come over tonight?”

“Yeah, no problem,” I said, too quickly. Val laughed again.

“All you need to do is bring that pretty face of yours,” Val said smoothly. “You ain’t got a thing to worry about, baby.”

That evening as I was getting ready, I didn’t know what the hell I was getting myself into. I was young, a virgin, and completely infatuated with this absolute stranger. Some alarm bells were going off in my head, Daddy didn’t raise no fool, you know? But I ignored them, because even though I was no fool, I was under Val’s spell.

The night I arrived at the motel, Val opened the door, dressed to the nines in my eyes. He was smoking, and blew a cloud to the side when he saw me.

“Damn,” he said, simply. He stepped to the side and I walked into the room. It was a simple motel, nothing extravagant. I stayed standing by the door as Val walked over to the bed. He sat down and patted the space next to him, I followed.

I sat still as he brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. My heart was hammering in my chest; I was sure he could hear it. We’d barely had a conversation, yet here we were, together in some shady motel. I looked over at him and he smiled.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmured. I let out a sigh despite myself, and my heart continued to pound. We laughed. Val turned and scooted back so that his back was against the bed frame. I stayed sitting at his feet. “I think I want to give you the world, Angel. Would you like that?”

“Yes,” I said softly, nodding slowly. The sight of him was almost too much. My legs tightened despite myself.

“Good,” he said, taking another drag of his cigarette. He ran a hand through his hair as he blew out the smoke. “You and I are going to be together for infinity, I already know. Would you want to spend infinity with me, Anthony?”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Infinity, huh?”

Val leaned towards me, his lips centimeters from mine. “Infinity, baby.” Then he kissed me, slow and deep. When the kiss broke, my body was leaning towards him, already wanting more.

“I think I’d like that,” I whispered.

“Then let’s seal the deal,” Val said.

Val was my first, and although it was all new to me, I enjoyed myself. We’d continue to meet at that motel for a month, smoking and talking and having sex. We got close fast, or, I got close to him fast; I don’t know what he was thinking. I like to hope he felt the same way I did, but I’d never really know.

One night, after having sex, while he held me in his arms, and smoked, he kissed my head and said, “I’m leaving soon. Going south.”

“South?” I asked, looking up at him. He kissed my forehead again.

“South, baby,” he repeated. There was love in his eyes, I swear it. “Family and I aren't getting along, you see, they’re paying me to leave.”

“What?” I asked, sitting up a little. “They’re paying you to leave?”

“What can I say?” Val laughed, but I swear I saw pain behind his eyes, “not everyone fucks with Val, baby.”

“And you’re just going to take the money?” I asked curiously, not accusatory. Did I want him to leave? Absolutely not. But I didn’t think he was so broke he’d let his family kick him out of the state.

“What’s a broke boy like me to do?” he said with another laugh.

“I can give you money,” I said gently. “I got real good tips last week, I got some to spare.”

“You’d do that for me?” Val asked.

“Of course,” I said, sitting up. “Hand me my bag over there… I have some with me.”

Over the course of our rendezvous, I ended up giving Val a grand and a half; a hefty sum for a waiter at the time. But I was so blinded by love, I didn’t care.

One night I get a phone call, an unknown number, and sleepily I answer. It was the cops from the local jail, telling me Val had been arrested for having controlled substances. They said he listed me as someone who could bail him out. Did I have the cash? No, but I spat it out anyway. I picked up Val that night from the station; I could tell he was high.

“Let me tell you something,” Val said as we drove away. “I’ve got a business, baby, not a coke business, tonight was just a bad night, but a real business, and I think you’d be perfect for it.”

“You never mentioned you were a businessman,” I said with a smile. I took a right turn, heading for the motel that Val was still staying at.

“Oh, I’m a businessman, baby,” Val said, laughing. He then turned serious. “I could make you a star.”

I tapped lightly on the break as we approached a red light. A star. I had told Val about my dreams of getting out of the restaurant business. I’d never really mentioned wanting to be famous, but nevertheless the statement intrigued me. There was silence between us as I finished the drive.

“A star?” I asked, parking the car in the motel lot. Val looked over at me with what I thought were loving eyes.

“I’ll give you the world and then some,” Val said softly, then he laughed. “I already know what your stage name will be.”

“My stage name?” I repeated, laughing.

“Since you saved my ass tonight,” Val began, “we’ll name you after the thing that got me busted. How do you like Angel Dust, baby?”

“Angel Dust,” I said, the name rolling off my tongue. I couldn’t help but smile. “Sounds like a performer.”

“And performing, you will be,” Val said. “You’re going to be my number one, Angel, I already know it.”

Porn. Val’s business was porn. The first time under the cameras was intimidating, but Val was there, talking me through it. I was a fool in love, needed cash, and just wanted to make Val happy. After a couple of shoots, though, it started to take a toll on me. I was tired in ways I didn’t know exhaustion could hit me. One night, I broke down.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” I cried. “I feel like I don’t own my body.”

That was the first time Val hit me. Right across the face. I tasted copper in my mouth and looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s because you don’t!” he yelled, laughing maniacally. “You belong to me now! And you’re going to do what I say.”

I looked at him, hurt, and then his tone changed. Back then, when he’d lash out at me, I’d say it was the drugs. Val came up to me and held me tightly, kissing my head.

“I’m sorry, Angel,” he murmured into my hair. “Business ain’t good up here. We need to leave.”

“What do you mean?” I asked. I had shot countless videos and took countless pictures. My body felt like business was never ending.

“I mean, we need to dream bigger,” Val said, taking my head in his hands. He wiped the blood from my nose. “Picture this: Angel Dust in California.”

“California?” I asked, sniffling. Val nodded, starting to laugh the way he did only when he was high.

“California!” he exclaimed. “You and me for infinity, remember? California is where infinity is taking us, Angel, you’ll be a superstar!”

“California…” I said, weeping now. I thought of my Dad and my friend, but still found my head nodding. “Yeah, California.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Val yelled, shaking me by the shoulders. I started to laugh. “Get in the car; we’ll start traveling now!”

“Now,” I repeated, letting Val lead me to the car.

I don’t know how far we got. Val was high out of his mind, and I was so fucked up mentally, I couldn’t even tell you what day it was.

Val wrecked the car, and we both died that night. He was going the wrong way on the interstate, and we collided head first with the first car we saw.

When I woke up, I felt different. When I realized I was in Hell, I started to cry.

That was the second time Val hit me, all in one soul devouring night. He grabbed me by the shoulders and picked me up so that I was eye level with him.

“You and me for infinity, Angel,” he said to me. “And infinity took us to Hell.”

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alastor-simp · 3 months

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Caught In The Fluff - Angel Dust X Reader

Its time to write for the hot spider now. Enjoy Everyone!

It was a slow day in hotel today. Compared to the ongoing chaos that usually happens with either fights or Sir Pentious blowing up a portion of the building with his inventions, it was a normal chill day. Laying on the couch in the lobby, your eyes roamed around the room and gazed at the other residents, as staring at your cell phone was not aiding with your boredom. Charlie and Vaggie happened to be constructing more advertisements for the hotel, as the table was covered with glitter and colorful stickers, yep this was definitely all Charlie's idea, but watching her and Vaggie being couple goals was wholesome. Husk was shuffling a bunch of cards in his hands, wearing a smile for once while Niffty was watching him in awe, eye sparkling with amazement. Alastor resided in the chair next to yours, humming a catchy tune as his focus was drawn to the newspaper in his hands. Sir Pentious was in the corner of his room, assembling a puzzle as his Egg Bois were watching and helping him look for the proper pieces. After scanning the room a bit more, there was a lack of a porn-star demon in the room. Odd? Usually Angel would be flamboyantly chatting away, which caused many eyes to roll at his antics, well, mostly Vaggie and Husk. Slowly rising from the couch, you waved your hand in front of the two females in front of you, hoping to draw their attention. "Yes, Y/N? Is something wrong?" Charlie said, looking up at you with a bright smile, while her hair was covered in pink glitter and some traces of crayons on her red-dotted cheeks. "Sorry for bothering you while working on your project, but have you seen Angel since this morning?" Worried eyes stared at Charlies as you saw her smile fall and she shook her head no. Vaggie, on the other hand, was quick to answer your question, clear frustration on her face. "That estúpido is probably still sleeping the day away in his room! UGH! You think he get off his lazy a** and help around a bit!" Vaggie blared out, drawing the attention of the others in the lobby before continuing with their activities.

A cough was heard next to you, as Alastor had folded the newspaper on his lap, before looking at the three of us. "Now my dear Vaggie! While I don't approve of many of Angel's antics! He does work for another employer! So while he may not be pitching in with this ridiculous redemption process! He certainly has his hands full with other business!" Wow, you weren't expecting Alastor to defend Angel a bit. Maybe he does care about the others a bit, despite his enormous ego. Vaggie's eyes glared with rage at Alastor, probably for jumping into the conversation when nobody asked for his opinion, but she relaxed once she felt a soft hand touch her shoulder. Thinking more about it, you remembered that Angel had to work for the gross moth guy, Valentino. That man was so creepy and his actions towards Angel made you sick to your stomach. Honestly if you were as strong as Alastor, that man's head would be mounted on the wall. But, Angel has been in his room since 8 AM. He didn't even have breakfast. "I'll go bring him some food and check on him" You announced, as you got up from the couch and started to head to the kitchen. The sounds of tap shoes appeared from behind you, as you turned and realized Alastor was following behind you! "AH! I will help you my dear!" His smile was outstretched across his face, while he walked with a slight jump in his step and hands folded behind his back. Smiling back at Al, you both headed to the kitchen to make something for Angel.

Angel was Italian from what you recalled during one of your conversations as he was ranting about a client and calling them multiple Italian curse words. Deciding on an Italian dish for him, both you and Alastor agreed to make some Penne Alla Vodka. Alastor was helping with the vodka sauce, adding in the tomato paste and crushed pepper flakes while you were cooking the pasta to al dente. Gazing at the pasta cooking, your thoughts wondered back to what Al said in the lobby. "Um, Alastor?" You asked, while your hands kept stirring the pasta in the pot. Alastor was humming a tune, before he stopped and gazed at you, listening to what you had to say. "Thanks for what you said back there about Angel." Softly gazing at him, Al continued to stare at you, his signature smile dropping down to a soft one. "He is a valuable patron of this establishment! While I don't really care much about him and the others, I prefer him more when he is in a jovial mood then a depressed one!" Alastor answered with an aloff attitude, yet you could see in his red eyes that he somewhat cared about Angel, despite his strong dislike of him always attempting to get touchy with him. Focusing more on Al and leaving the pasta for a minute to continue boiling, your feet carried you over to where Alastor stood. "I assume you say you don't care because of your reputation, yet here you are cooking a meal for Angel Dust with me. Seems like your actions contradict your words Alastor." Silence filled the kitchen as both you and Alastor were having a stare-off, wondering which one would speak first. Crimson eyes gazed into yours, as they glanced down back to the cooking sauce.

Maybe you overstepped it a bit. Stepping back from your position, you eyed the pasta pot that you left unattended. A warm hand had caught your wrist before you could leave, and you turned to see Alastor gazing at you, smile still prominent yet his eyes were stern. "Angel my dear, is under contract with one of the three V's, Valentino! I don't know or care about how he conducts his business! However! His actions towards Angel are something I do not particularly enjoy! While watching the scum of hell suffer through torment and despair is quite enjoyable. Seeing Angel suffering from that p̸̨͎̏͜i̶̛̼͉̚g̵̢̒̓ ̴͓͓̂͊̐m̵̟̔̑̌ỏ̶͎̻͇͝ṭ̵͆̂̈́ḥ̸̱͌ ̷͍̫̰̉ȯ̵̲̙͍͒ü̷̧̗ͅț̸̜̟̆͂r̶̯͌a̴̜͆̽g̵̩̓̍̾ē̴͎̪̚s̴͍͍͇̒ ̷̬̣͊̃̋ḿ̸̦̞̥e̷͕̋!” Radio dials flickered on Alastors face for a split second, then turning back to normal . Observing all of this through your eyes, you apologized to Al if you spoke out of turn, but your apology was cut off when the hand on your wrist made its way to your cheek. Alastor said there was no need for apologies, and gestured back to cooking the meal, as burnt pasta wouldn't be very appetizing for Angel. The both of you stood back at your pasta creation, feeling proud that it looked incredible. With a snap of his fingers, the plate was then transported on a tray and topped with a metal cover. Alastor picked up the tray and handed it to you. "Run along now my dear!" Two hands were placed on your back, as they pushed you out of the kitchen, and leaving you alone with the tray in your hands.

Heading over to Angel's room, you knocked on the door and called out his name. No response was given back, so you tried to open the door. Surprisingly the door was unlocked and you made your way inside. Angel's room was shrouded in a neon pink glow. Numerous posters covered the walls, and various clothes and wigs were scattered all over the room. His room smelled like sweet cotton candy along with smoke that was coming from the ash tray. In the corner of the room was Fat Nuggets, Angels pet pig. It was sleeping on its back, while covered in a soft pink blanket. Next to the small bed was the large queen sized bed that a certain spider was laying on. The blanket was half off the bed, leaving some part of Angels legs uncovered while his back was facing you. Placing the tray near the nightstand, you slowly approached Angel and placed your hand on his shoulder. Calling out his name and giving him a little shake had no effect on him as he continued to sleep. "Angel? Come on. Wake up. Me and Al made you some food." Angel still remained asleep. "Angel. The food will get co-" Your words were interrupted as four pairs of arms grabbed you and pulled you closer. Your face landed in something fluffy, as you realized that Angel had pulled you into his fluffy chest, and his legs began to wrap around you, locking you in place. "Mmph! Angel!" Calling out his name, you tried to remove yourself from the fluffiness, but Angels arms were holding you in place. "Oh~! Do it harder!" Angel was sleep talking, as he squeezed you tighter like a plushie. Great! He's hugging you while having a dirty dream. Wiggling a bit more, you realized that Angel wasn't wearing a shirt. Oh lord! Please tell me hes wearing pants at least. Luckily you looked down and saw that he was thankfully wearing underwear. You couldn't imagine the awkward situation if he was fully naked and hugging you like this.

Trying to move one of your hands, you resorted to poking Angel's belly, seeing if that would be able to wake him up. Angel soon let out a groan and began to slowly wake up. "Ughhhh. Huh?" Angel was slowly beginning to realize he was holding someone. Looking down, he saw you wrapped in his arms, face full of his chest fluff. "Heh~ Heya toots~. Were ya that desperate for my services~?" Angel wiggled his eyebrows at you, as he continued to smirk at you. Moving your head a bit from the fluff, you shook your head no. "I came to see if you were okay? You have been sleeping since the morning and missed breakfast. The others and me were worried. Alastor and I also made you some pasta to eat." Angel's smirk quickly disappeared and he looked at you in shock, before gazing at the clock on the wall, which read 2:34 PM. Damn he slept for that long? Figures after all the services he had to perform at Valentino's club. His body was tired out and his mental state deteriorated a lot yesterday. He was honestly surprised that the others actually gave a f*** about him, and wanted to see how he was doing. He ain't use to all that mushy s***. Still it warmed his heart a bit. Heaving a sigh, Angel slowly released you, allowing you to moved and stand back up next to the bed. The blanket was still covering his lower body as he began to sit up on the bed. "Had a busy day last night toots. Lot of pole dancing and what not." Angel moved his hair fluff with his hands, attempting to soothe the hairs that were out of place. He was still smiling, but the sadness in his eyes was visible. He was exhausted beyond belief and you knew who was to blame for that. Moving your hand towards him, you placed it on his cheek, startling him a bit as he stared at you confused. "Are you really okay?" Your voiced was laced with concern, as you continued to stare at Angel, waiting for him to respond. "Pfft! I'm fine toots! Doing all that dirty stuff is no problem for me given my amazing stamina~. Hell! I could last a whole day and wouldn't break a sweat! HAHAHAHA!" He was putting on an act. You could tell based on how he was smiling that he was forcing it. "Angel. Don't lie to me." Your voice raised a bit higher, letting Angel know you were being serious. Angel caught on to that and removed your hand from his cheek. "What the f*** is your problem, toots? I told ya I'm fine so deal with it." His face turned away from you, as he waved his hands at you, telling you to piss off. That was the last straw.

Grabbing both of his cheeks, you pulled his face to look back at yours, as his eyes were filled with shock. "YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY NOT FINE! STOP LYING TO ME AND TELL ME THE WHOLE TRUTH! Anger filled your eyes as you continued to stare into Angels own. His multicolored irises continued to gaze at you, as his mouth was left agape. Slowly, those eyes staring back at you began to fill with tears. Seeing his tears, you pulled Angel closer to you, and placed his head on your chest, hugging him close to you. His body moved off the bed, to where he was standing on his knees, and his arms wrapped around you tightly, almost as if you would disappear in front of him. He was bawling his eyes out on your chest. You hugged him closer and moved one of your hands to his hair, patting his white floof. The both of you stayed like that for a full 5 minutes before Angel's loud bawls slowly began to turn into soft sobs. Moving from his position, Angel moved his head a bit so he could look you in the eyes. "S-orry toots. I think I got your shirt wet." Chuckling, you patted his head and told him it was alright. Lifting him up from his position, you carried him back to sit on the bed. Grabbing the plate from under the tray, you walked back and sat on the bed and handed Angel the plate. "Its penne al vodka. I remembered that you liked Italian food so me and Al whipped this up for you. Wiping the tears on his face, Angel grabbed the plate and stared at it, before looking back at you with a soft smile. "Heh, if Smiles and you made this together, its going to taste incredible." You continued to watch Angel as he slowly began to eat the pasta, mumbling how good it was with his mouth full. Once he finished, you grabbed the plate and placed it back on the night stand, and returned back to Angel. Grabbing a napkin as well, you cleaned his mouth to help remove the extra sauce that remained there. Angel's face actually turned a shade of red at your actions. Damn, how sweet can you be?

"You feeling a bit better? Want to head down to the lobby?" You asked Angel, as you stood in front of him, smiling kindly at him. His eyes turned to the ceiling in thought, contemplating it. "Hmmm~ Nah~!" Angels arms surrounded you again, as he pulled you back towards him. His back hit the bed while his head was cushioned by the soft pillows while you were placed on top of him, right back into his chest fluff. "What?! Angel?!" Mumbling into this chest floof, you tried to push yourself off, but his arms had you trapped again, and he tangled his legs with yours. His eyes were gazing at with mischievously, and his sharp-tooth smile was in front of your eyes. "Come on, toots. Ya never had a lazy day before? Ain't against the law to sleep all day." Angel squeezed you closer, pushing your face more into his chest fluff. My lord, he was so soft! Not only was he soft, but he smelled amazing. You were going to get addicted to this. Seeing you stop resisting, Angel continued to smile down at you, as he moved one of his arms to pat your head. "Ya should consider yourself lucky! Not everyone gets to experience my chest fluff service~. Ya should enjoy it while it last toots~." Winking down at you, Angel continued to smiled down at you, as you felt your face heat up while laying on his chest. You continued to stare at him, and saw that he actually looked a lot better, as his eyes were a bit brighter and the smile on his face seemed more genuine. Your eyes were slowly beginning to close as the sensation of Angel patting your head and his cozy fluff was making you sleepy. Pretty soon, your eyes drew to a close and you fell into a deep slumber. Angel watched as you had fallen asleep, before bending his head down, to give you a peck on the forehead, before placing his head back on the pillow. "Thanks, y/n." He whispered to himself, as he squeezed you a bit more, and went back to sleep.

Peeping through the crack in the door, Charlie and the others had seen the whole thing. Charlie was hopping up and down, like a rabbit as her eyes were beaming with heart eyes. "Ohh! They are so cute!" Vaggie was shaking Charlie to try to get her to calm down, and also to lower her voice, so she wouldn't wake the both of you up. Husk was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, appearing not to care, but he did smile a bit at both you and Angel on the bed. Niffty was zipping back in forth in glee, matching Charlies energy. Sir Pentious was gazing at the both of you with a soft smile, while his Egg Bois were crying, finding the moment in front of them super sweet and adorable. Alastor was standing with his microphone in hand, smiling as always as he observed both you and Angel. Snapping his fingers, his powers had slowly closed Angels door and locked it. Looking back at the others, he placed his one finger against his mouth, letting out a quiet shush as he gestured for everyone to go back to the lobby and let the both of you rest.

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