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rapunzelbro · 8 days

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Howdy yall so I am starting to get back into the mindset to write the angel fanfic again. Please don’t get your hopes up. I am swamped with homework and work and life. Please bare with me

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A sacrifice for a friend Angel x Reader 6

I’d like to apologize for the cliffhanger, and for discontinuing it after this chapter. This story has been rough to write. Mentally and just in general. Will I probably take it back up in a couple weeks or months, probably. But as of now it’ll be discontinued. I hope you all enjoy this. And thank you for the support

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You exhale a plume of smoke, watching it drift up into the air above you. The alley is empty, safe from the distant hum of hell being well, hell. You can feel the weight of the night pressing down on you, but somehow the cigarette in your hand and the taste of nicotine on your tongue grounded you to the present. It's been a while since you've been alone without Valentino on your ass. Away from the studio. But you didn’t expect to see him. Angel.

You're not sure how he found you, or why he's here, but the relief you feel at the sight of his familiar face is palpable. He approaches you cautiously, as if he's afraid that even being this close will somehow set off an alarm to Valentino. "I know you don't remember anything about me," he says softly, "but I'm here to help. To tell you about a place called the Hazbin Hotel."

You nod, taking another drag on your cigarette as you listen intently. He tells you about this place, a hotel where sinners like you can go to try to correct their sins and go to heaven. It sounds almost too good to be true, but something about the way he says it, the desperation in his eyes, makes you believe him.

The idea of this place, of being able to start fresh, to find redemption, it fills you with hope. You want to believe that it's real, that there's a way out of this nightmare. And as you listen to Angel, you can't help but feel a deeper meaning about this. It’s like he understands what you're going through in a way that no one else can, especially what you’re going through with your contract with Valentino.

Angel smiles at you, a genuine and relieved expression on his face. "I knew you'd understand. The Hazbin Hotel is far from perfect, but it's a chance to start over, to become someone better. And who knows? Maybe along the way, you'll find a way to break free from Valentino's control."

You nod, taking another drag on your cigarette. The thought of leaving Valentino behind, even if it was permanently, fills you with a mixture of hope and fear. But you know deep down that this is what you need to do. You need to take control of your life, at least this one time.

“Alright," you say to Angel, steeling your resolve. "But what about Valentino? He won't just let me go that easily."

Angel's expression grows serious as he considers your questions. "We’ll have to face him together. You have to be strong, because he won't go down without a fight. Hell, he did with me”

“How do you know him, are you under a contract too?” You pondered. He wish we could tell you that he was, until you broke it. He wishes he could just explain it, that he was the reason you’re stuck.

"No, it's... complicated," Angel replies, looking away for a moment. "But trust me, I know him. And I know we can get you out of this." He reaches out, taking your hand in his. "We'll figure it out together, alright? One step at a time."

You nod, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with Angel. In the midst of the city's neon lights and the haze of cigarette smoke, you feel a spark of hope ignite within you. Tomorrow, you'll leave this life behind, well at least have an escape for a little while. Tomorrow, you'll face Valentino and the consequences of your actions. But for tonight, you'll hold onto this small glimmer of hope, this fragile connection to something better.

As you and Angel continue to talk, the hours slip by unnoticed. Your stories intertwine, becoming a patchwork quilt of memories and dreams, fears and regrets. You find yourself confiding in him in a way that you never could with anyone else. He understands the weight of your choices, the burden of your contract with Valentino. He makes you feel seen, heard, and validated.

For once in your life that you’re able to recall.

Until next time

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo @bonkbonkbo

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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To those who have read my work “A sacrifice for a friend” ir if you haven’t feel free to disregard this. I am unfortunately going to most likely discontinue it after I drop chapter 6.

While I know it’s shitty of me to leave you on a cliff hanger, writing this fanfic has honestly effected my mental health for reasons I would rather not get into, a lot of it has to do with my own trauma and getting to that point in my writing just isn’t sitting well. And I just don’t think it’s being seen in the way I had hoped.

Thus being said, I might not completely drop it. But as of now it will be Discontinued. I will release Chapter 6 and after that I will be opening requests and completing them.

Thank you for the support it did get while I was writing. It means the world to me that people were investing in my writing, even if it wasn’t a ton.

Until then, I bid farewell.

#angel dust x reader

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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Yeah I think I’m going to drop the angel dust fanfic after this last chapter I have.

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A sacrifice for a friend Angel Dust x Reader 3.5

Let’s just ignore the fact I forgot this draft. Uh. Yeah anywho enjoy (sorry I low key forgot)

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Angel Dust stands in the middle of his room, eyes wide with disbelief and horror. His hands shake uncontrollably as he watches the video on his phone, unable to tear his gaze away from the screen. It's as if he's watching a scene from a nightmare, unable to process the reality of what he's seeing. The porn film features someone named ‘Vixiepop’ but he knew it was you, alive and well. His heart pounds against his ribcage, threatening to burst out of his chest as he wonders how this could be possible.

He can feel Husk's presence behind him, as the door to his room swung open, but he doesn't dare turn around. He knows that if he looks at the other man, he'll see the same expression of shock and confusion that he feels himself. Instead, he focuses on the video, hoping for it to provide some sort of answer as to why you be alive. The room started to spin, he takes a shaky breath, trying to steady himself, but it does little to help.

Husk gently places a hand on Angel's shoulder, offering what little comfort he can. "Angel, you need to calm down. We need to figure out what's going on here." His voice is calm and reassuring, but it does little to ease the panic that's beginning to claw at Angel's throat.

The room feels like it's spinning out of control, and Angel can't seem to catch his breath. He looks around wildly, tears streaming down his face, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. The only thing he can focus on is the video, the image of you, alive and well.

Husk gently leads him to the bed, helping him sit down before kneeling in front of him. "Angel, look at me. You need to calm down. We're going to figure this out together. Okay?" He holds Angel's shoulders, his grip firm but not painful. The other man's eyes are wild, darting back and forth between Husk and the video.

Angel nods, trying to take in a deep breath, but his chest is still heaving. His vision starts to clear, and he focuses on Husk's face. "But how? How is it possible? they’re supposed to be dead. I saw their contract with my own eyes. How can they be alive?" His voice breaks on the last word, and fresh tears stream down his face.

Husk sighs, rubbing his face with one hand. "I don't know, Angel. I don't know how or why they’re alive. But we have to find out. We have to figure this out together." He looks back up at Angel, his expression solemn.

Angel nods, taking another shaky breath. "Okay. We'll find out. But... what do we do in the meantime? Do we tell anyone? Charlie? " He feels like his world is spinning out of control, and he's desperate for something, anything, to make sense of it.

Husk considers this for a moment. "I don't think we should say anything to Charlie just yet. We don't want to alarm her or make things worse. We should gather more information first. You focus on your breathing, okay? Try to calm down." He pats Angel's knee reassuringly.

As Angel begins to steady his breaths, he nods at Husk's words. "Okay. I'll try. So... what do we do first?" He looks up at Husk, hopeful that the other man has some sort of plan to help them navigate this unimaginable situation.

Husk stands, offering Angel a hand up. "First, I want to go to where you and Y/n used to hang out.." He pauses, his expression softening. "You're sure you're feeling up to it? Because we can wait until you're feeling better if you need more time. It is Valentinos club”

Angel takes Husk's hand, squeezing it gratefully. "I'll be fine. Let's go now." He wipes his face with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. "Maybe we'll find something there that will help us understand what's going on."

As they leave the room and head towards the club, a mixture of emotions swirls through Angel's chest. Part of him is terrified, still struggling to accept the impossible reality before him, while another part is filled with a renewed sense of determination. He can't help but feel like fate has given him a second chance, and he's going to do everything in his power to make the most of it.

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo @bonkbonkbo

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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I’m starting my college classes btw. Less posting will happen. Brain is overloaded as f with info lol

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A Sacrifice For a Friend Angel Dust X reader 5

Extremely long chapter. Disclosure this is uh. Dark lol. Super dark. Valentino being well. Valentino. It’s just dark. That’s the TW.

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Days turned into weeks, and still, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story between you and the demon named Angel. You found yourself searching for him at every party Valentino wanted to show you off at, hoping for another glimpse of his familiar face, hoping to find some way to understand what it was that drew you to him.But Valentino seemed to have a sixth sense about these things, and each time you tried to seek away, you always found yourself pulled away by the Demon's insistent hand.

You spotted Angel standing alone in the shadows, his eyes met yours, and for a moment, you felt a spark of something - hope, perhaps? - flicker between you. "Angel," you breathed, walking towards him him. You were about to speak when a hand clamped down on your shoulder, spinning you around to reveal Valentino. His features were twisted into a mask of anger."I thought I told you to stay by my side" he growled. "What part of 'keep your distance' did you not understand?"

Angel's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't say anything. You could see the tension in his shoulders, the way he was clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides. He knew Valentino. Valentino's grip tightened on your shoulder. "I'm not asking you again," he warned. "If you keep this up, I'll make sure you regret it."You felt the anger rise up inside you, but you forced it down. You couldn't risk it.

You looked at Angel, hoping he understood the danger you were in. His expression softened, and he gave you a small nod. You turned back to Valentino, trying to sound nonchalant. "Fine. I won't see him again." Valentino studied your face for a moment, as if he could see right through your lie. But finally, he seemed to accept it and let go of your shoulder. "Good, it’s time we head back to the studio" He motioned to the limo, idling at the curb, and you knew there would be no escaping him tonight.As you climbed into the car, you caught one last glimpse of Angel, watching you from the shadows. There was something in his eyes that made you feel like he understood what you were going through, that he knew you were trapped in this nightmare.

The ride to the studio was silent, besides the sound of Valentino's harsh breathing and squeal of the limos tires as it swerved through traffic. You tried to prepare yourself for the inevitable verbal assault that awaited you once you arrived, but you couldn't help but feel a tremor of fear run down your spine.

When you finally pulled up to studio, you climbed out of the car and forced yourself to stand tall. You didn't want Valentino to think he could break you, not completely. As you walked up to the door, you could feel his eyes burning into the back of your neck.You pushed the door open and stepped inside, bracing yourself for the onslaught of his rage. The familiar smell of strawberry lube and sex filled your nostrils, in an almost comforting way as Valentino led you to your dressing room. He slammed the door shut behind you instantly, his eyes burning with fury.

"You disobeyed me," he growled. "You lied to my face." His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, and you could feel the anger rolling off him in waves. "Do you have any idea how much I give you , you stupid whore!" He advanced on you, his hand curling into a fist at his side. You couldn't help but take a step back, feeling the wall of the dressing room press against your shoulders. "I've been giving you everything you could ever want," he snarled. "Fame, fortune, a fucking desire most people can only dream of, and this is how you repay me?!" You wanted to defend yourself, to explain that it wasn't like that, but the words caught in your throat. You could feel tears welling up in your eyes, threatening to spill down your cheeks. "I'm sorry," you managed to choke out. "I didn't mean to disobey you." Valentino took a step closer, his face inches from yours. His breath was hot against your skin, his grip on your arm painful. "You know what you have to do," he hissed. "You know what I expect of you."

The anger in his eyes made you feel small, worthless. You didn't dare meet his gaze, instead looking down at the floor as you tried to steady your shaking breath. You could feel the weight of his anger pressing down on you, making it hard to breathe. “You know what you have to do," he repeated, his voice low and threatening. "You know the consequences if you disobey me." His grip tightened on your arm, causing you to wince in pain before he let you go, opening the door harshly, and left.

The exhaustion began to set in after the first couple hours. Your body ached from being used in ways it wasn't meant to be, and your mind felt like it was spinning out of control. Every time you thought you'd reach the end, Valentino would demand one more scene, one more position, one more act of degradation.

It was as if he was trying to break you, to reduce you to nothing more than his personal sex toy. You tried to focus on the money, on the fact that this was what you had signed up for, but the thoughts kept creeping in, filling your head with doubt and self-loathing. The only thing that kept you going was the fear of what would happen if you couldn't meet Valentino's expectations, if you failed to please him.

And the thought of maybe seeing Angel again.

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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Posting part 5 tomorrow

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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Hi guys! I make custom homescreen and icons! They are only $3 and you get everything seen. I blurred so no one can steal but I just made a new Home Screen.

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rapunzelbro · 1 month

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If this fanfic hits 100 I’ll post part 5 :)

I’ll post it regardless but this means it’ll probably be out sooner

A Sacrifice for A friend Angel Dust x Reader Part 4

I really experimented with this fic, it’s no where perfect. Angels pov won’t be for a while. It’s going to be angst hell. TW:Drugs, sex, usual hazbin hotel themes

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The flashing lights, the deafening noise of the music that was playing at Valentino’s club, it was all a blur. Your vision was blurry, your head felt heavy, and your body ached.

One thing was certain, your video was a massive hit and Valentino wanted to celebrate. The world had gone wild for ‘Vixie Stick’, you, the newest porn sensation to grace hell.

The days blurred together into a haze of sex, and drugs. Valentino seemed to enjoy showing you off, parading you around like a prized possession. You didn't mind the attention, really. It made you feel wanted, even if it was only for your body. And as much as you hated to admit it, there was something thrilling about being wanted by so many people.

But there was always a part of you that ached, that felt like something was missing. You couldn't quite place what it was, the feeling of cold, dark loneliness that crept up on you when you were alone in your bed, staring at the ceiling. You tried to ignore it, to focus on the bright lights and endless pleasure that your day brought, but it always found its way back.

One night, at another one of Valentino's parties, you spotted a pink and white Demon across the room. He was familiar, somehow. His face was etched with pain and sadness, but there was also an unmistakable gleam of determination in his eyes as he sat at the bar with another demon. You felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. You excused yourself from the table you were at, making your way through the crowded room until you were standing before him.

"Do I know you?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper. The man flinched before he stared back at you.

"Y/n" he said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and disbelief. "It's me. It's Angel." You searched his features, trying to find some familiarity, some sign that he wasn't just some stranger playing a cruel joke on you. But nothing clicked. You didn't know who he was.

“Who is Y/n? Do I know you?” You responded confused. Angel studied your face, taking in the confusion and uncertainty etched there. "I'm sorry," he said, his voice gentle. "I shouldn't have expected you to remember me toots.. I'm just... I'm so glad you're alive."

You felt a pang in your chest at his words. Something about the way he said it, the way he looked at you, made you believe him. And yet... you still couldn't quite place him. "Angel," you repeated, struggling to find the words. "I wish I could remember. I wish I knew who you were."

He reached out a hand, as if he wanted to touch you, but then pulled it back. "I understand," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I just.. was glad to see you"

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to his story, that there was some connection between the two of you. But for now, you were too busy trying to keep up with everything else that was going on in your life, and the deal that trapped you with Valentino.

The party went on around you, the music getting louder, the people more drunk and rowdy. You found yourself slipping into the background, you turned away, even as your heart ached for the glimpse of familiarity you had been given.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of flashing lights and blurry faces. You danced, you drank, you did whatever Valentino told you to do. But your thoughts kept returning to Angel, and the strange connection you felt with him. It was as if some part of you recognized him, some deeper part that you hadn't known existed until now.

Why did he say Y/n?

Just like Valentino did..

Angel Dust tag list: @vendetta-ari @brithedemonspawn @satansmanager @storydays @saturnhas82moons @zamadness @fizziepopangel @saitisfied @the--rebel--fae @mcueveryday @rainbowbunny15 @molarloo @anxietycomments

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A Sacrifice for A friend Angel Dust x Reader Part 4

I really experimented with this fic, it’s no where perfect. Angels pov won’t be for a while. It’s going to be angst hell. TW:Drugs, sex, usual hazbin hotel themes

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The flashing lights, the deafening noise of the music that was playing at Valentino’s club, it was all a blur. Your vision was blurry, your head felt heavy, and your body ached.

One thing was certain, your video was a massive hit and Valentino wanted to celebrate. Hell had gone wild for ‘Vixie Stick’, you.