「 Hell On Wheels! 」Alastor x Reader (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter XXII

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Angel Dust would be lying if he said that hearing Charlie ask him to talk didn't scare the living shit out of him.

  Hell, she didn't even ask him. She told him. And he'd be damned if he'd decline. The last thing he wanted was Vaggie was pelt him with even more threats that resulted in even more guilt.

  He didn't let Alastor walk all over him. The bubblegum slut stood his guard even if it was a somewhat flimsily. Even if it's just Charlie, he won't let her tear him down either, but it's still Charlie. She hasn't blamed him for anything nor has she been hostile.

  Even when she requested—demanded they talked when they arrived, she did it in the nicest way possible. And he'd also be lying if he said it didn't soothe his spirits a little, helping him convince himself all she wanted to do was talk.

  But now as Charlie waves off Alastor and Charlie to the rooms of the hotel, leaving Angel seated on the couch, he was slowly losing his composure.

  "Are you sure you want to talk to him?" Vaggie whispered, clearly trying to be discreet. Oh, and Angel heard her, much to his distaste. He resisted the urge to snap at her just as she did to him, but he was in no position to. Not when those two are clearly together and pissing one off means pissing both off.

  Alastor had already gone to one of the rooms as soon as the demon Princess told them to. He didn't need to be told twice. But Vaggie had her doubts. And despite Angel Dust's annoyance, he silently admired how loyal and concerned Vaggie was for the other. It touched him in a way that he couldn't comprehend.

  Maybe because he could never comprehend that kind of love to begin with. The thought made him frown, but he covered it up with a blank, bored face.

  Unfortunately that didn't go unnoticed.

  "You gonna tell me what the fuck happened?" A grumpy, deep voice harrumphed from behind the bar, a fluffy demon seated behind it with clear cut discomfort. "Or do I have to call rainbows for brains over here?"

  "Don't you dare," Angel quipped, responding quicker than he intended. He pressed his lips together, regret building but quickly dying when he saw Husk's eyebrows arch up.

  "It ain't your business so keep your face out of it," He said plainly, but smirked a little at the bartender wih a flirtatious nature. "But I know a few other places where you could put your face, snookums."

  Honestly, Angel wasn't in the mood. But he wanted—no, he needed to distract himself from the guilt eating away at his usually lustful soul. At this point he won't be a pornstar, he'll be a guiltstar.

  Does that make sense? Nah, he shrugged to himself. Whatever.

  Too bad he chose the wrong person to flirt with tonight. Because as soon as those words left him, Husk scoffed as if in disgust. Angel clearly took no offense, but having someone reject was somewhat offputring.

  "Hell no. I came here for booze, not spiders in kinkyboots." He grimaced. Angel offered him a jokingly disappointed smile. "Your loss."

  "Angel?" Oh Satan, no.

  His body tensed upon hearing Charlie's voice rise, and Husk silently snickered at this. The spider demon wanted to whack him, but he knew better to not do that in front of the person who's letting him gallivant around this place rent free.

So begrudgingly, he looked back at the awkwardly fidgeting blonde. "Yeah?" He smiled tightly.

"Let's talk. In my room." Her gaze momentarily strayed to Husk but quickly turned back to Angel Dust. She did a clumsy job of covering it up.

At an attempt to lighten the mood, he grinned and jokingly spoke. "That eager to get into my pants, babe?" He cooed.

Charlie's face scrunched up. "No, I-"

"If you wanted to, you coulda just asked. It'd be real simple, all you gotta do is part those pretty little lips of yours and speak," he chuckled, "but in return, could I ask you as question?"

Clearly not entertained, she stayed silent. Her facial expression was blank.

His mouth curved up further. "Do the curtains match the drapes?"

"Okay," she emphasized, face contorting into disgust. "One, I have Vaggie, and two,"—a confused look crossed her face—"I thought you didn't even like girls?"

"Oh," Angel chuckled. "I didn't exactly swing for your team, and I still don't."

Distract, distract, distract.

"Let's just talk." Charlie's voice strained with exasperation it seemed, sparking Angel Dust's quiet laughter. "In my room, please."

"Fine, fine. Let's chat, babe." Charlie cringed at the crude nickname but regardless, she led the way to her room. Angel got up from the chair, feeling not as tense as before. He exhaled a breath he didn't even realize he was holding in.

"Good luck with that one." Husk grunted from behind him when he started following after Charlie. It caused him to stop in his tracks, reminding him of the unpredictable bullshit that can happen. But he wagged his head dismissively with a chuckle before continuing on his way.

Man, was he nervous.

  As he trailed behind the blonde, he tried to make some conversation. But he was most likely making his grave rather than conversation. "So, how long have you been planning for this whole place?"

There was silence. Angel paused for a moment, worried that he touched a sensitive subject. He opened his mouth to correct himself, but Charlie beat him to it. "Ever since I stumbled into my dad's study and discovered what had been happening."

Shit, right. Her father's Lucifer. The demon blinked, slowly processing the fact for probably the second or third time. Charlie never discusses her parental figures all that much, so hearing her say something that seemed personal to him of all people caused his heart to ache.

He opened his mouth to apologize but came short when Charlie looked behind herself, meeting his gaze with a sad smile that tugged at his heart strings.

"Don't apologize." That was all she said before turning around again and continuing on her way. He pressed his lips together, a negative feeling gnawing on him.

  This talk wasn't going to be like the nightly monitor checks she did every night before today to check for progress. Multiple things and people went down today, and he knew for a fact that Charlie was very sensitive and protective when it came to the citizens of Hell.

  And he also knows if it weren't for her determination in rehabilitating him, he'd be dead twice by her own hands.