Late Night Treats
Here's another small drabble! If you have any ideas for a fic, feel free to ask me. Have a lovely day/night folks :]
Hazbin Hotel x Reader (platonic)
You heard the familiar sounds of clicking footsteps as you pulled out a tray of freshly baked cookies.
“Isn’t it a little too late to be baking?” asked Angel.
You hummed in response and placed it on the counter to cool down. You tugged the oven mitts off your hands. You leaned your back against the counter.
“You came back rather late," you replied.
Angel nodded and walked towards the cookies. You gently slapped his hands away from the tray. “You’re gonna burn yourself. Wait until the cookies cool off."
He frowned at you with heavy bags under his eyes. “But I’m hungry and I had a long ass shift. Val worked me overtime as punishment from the bar,” whined the spider.
You sighed in response. “One of these days I’m gonna jump him,” you warned. Angel snorted.
“Just by yourself?”
“Nah, I think Husk and Pentious would join me,” you conceded.
“It’s cute you think you can take down an Overlord.”
You shrugged. “Anything’s possible in this shithole we live in.”
You moved the cookies onto a plate and stacked them on top of each other. Angel quickly snatched one when you weren’t paying attention. He happily munched on his stolen treat as you nibbled on your own cookie.
You nudged the spider with your elbow. “You should go to sleep.” He looked at you quizzically.
“Says the one who was caught baking before the sun’s even out,” teased Angel.
“I’m sure Nuggets wants to see his dad,” you retorted.
He opened his mouth to argue, but no words left his lips. “I will if you explain why you’re up so damn late.” He crossed his arms.
You pressed your lips together before you threw out the baking sheet and moved the tray into the sink. You pulled out a plastic wrap and rolled it over the plate to keep the treats fresh.
You drew in a deep breath and turned to face Angel. “Just a rough night, I suppose. I needed a distraction, so cookies were a solution.”
“Well, you have a better way to cope than most of Hell’s sinners,” commented Angel. He stretched his arms. He placed his hand on your shoulder and squeezed gently. The spider offered you a tired smile.
“Alright, I’m going to bed.”
You waved him off as he headed upstairs. He paused on the first step and turned his head.
“Just make sure you sleep soon, alright?”
Your eyes softened at his words. “Thanks, Dad,” you joked.
Angel flipped you off with a grin before he disappeared to his room.
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I LIVE FOR BOOK AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY
Apparently in the book, Aziraphale and Crowley are implied to be a gay couple MANY TIMES.
A girl at Warlock’s birthday party calls Aziraphale a faggot.
Anathema automatically assumes that Crowley and Aziraphale are a gay couple after Crowley says “Goodnight miss. Get in, Angel.” to Aziraphale
Also, One scene I wish would’ve been acted out as it is in the book is when they both get shot with the paintball guns. How it happens in the book is Aziraphale ends up FALLING BACKWARDS INTO A RHODODENDRON BUSH and Crowley sinks down on a statue.
Crowley believes he is bleeding YELLOW and DYING and instead of, ya know, helping Aziraphale UP AS HIS ANGEL HAS JUST SAUNTERED VAGUELY DOWNWARDS INTO A BUSH, HE JUST CHOOSES TO CRAWL INTO THE BUSH AS WELL, BELIEVING SOMETHING IS SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH BIOLOGY. Aziraphale tells Crowley it hurt and it hit him under his ribs, which he brushes off TO ASK IF ANGELS BLEED BLUE.
Aziraphale proceeds to the same self examination as Crowley.
Crowley only figures out it is PAINT when he TASTES IT. They conclude it is PAINT.
6000 years on earth, and these idiots don’t know what a paintball gun is.
I LOVE THESE IDIOTS.
(EDIT: how did this post get so many likes???😆)
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