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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 months

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when we begin again

I wanted to write something for my little huskerdust babies au! So here's some devastating angst!!

Huge thanks to @minky-for-short for being the first to indulge me in this madness and the general encouragement and huge thanks to @hangsters for putting up with me singing these songs on repeat whenever by brain goes into standby

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cw trans angel dust, male presenting pregnancy

“You have to deal with Angel Dust.”

Husk had been hearing that a lot lately. It made him happier than he’d be willing to admit to anyone with working ears.

Well. Anyone apart from Angel Dust himself.

But that surly voice didn’t belong to his man, it was Vaggie who had appeared against his bar, hands braced on it and interrupting the game of poker Husk had been playing against himself. There wasn’t much to do when you were a bartender who’d promised not to drink for the next six months, two weeks and three days. But who was counting?

Husk didn’t look up, rolling the olives he used as chips from one pile to the other, blatantly cheating and willing himself not to notice, “Let me guess, he made Charlie cry again? Or was it Nifty this time? Ah fuck, did he piss off the radio demon…”

He’d rattled them off in order of likelihood but he wouldn’t put any of them past his spider demon lately. Angel Dust had always been an acquired taste with that sugared armor he put on and the sharp tongue underneath, the teasing smirk he faced the afterlife with. Hell, it had been a while before Husk broke under his charms and that was only after seeing them for what they were, pretty decoration on someone who’d been through a lot and chosen his weapons carefully. He was an asshole, smug and bitchy and vulgar, and Husk had learned to love it.

But for someone who’d actively chased chemical imbalance for years, the guy was not handling pregnancy well.

Tired, aching and hormonal, his time lately was mostly spent sulking on the couch, scowling at anyone who came near, firing off cutting remarks that weren’t so funny without the smile and wink to go along with them. There were very few people in the hotel he hadn’t upset, hitting every square on the bingo sheet, losing his shit over the smallest thing until he deserved some kind of special prize for acidity. He’d be sorry when he calmed down, continually brought to tears by his friends’ patience with him, all of them ready to play the whole scene out the next day.

Hence why Husk was asked to deal with him as often as he was, riding on his baby daddy pass. Being the spider demon’s keeper would lose its shine eventually but it hadn’t happened yet and he didn’t see it on the horizon either.

“Well, no more than usual but…” Vaggie continued, her palm still over his winning hand.

Husk sighed, “Look, I know he’s a lot to deal with right now but you can’t blame the guy. He was a bitch with booze, cigarettes and drugs mixed in, now he’s had to drop all three on short notice, topped off with two spider kittens using his organs as a trampoline and turning his brain into soup.”

“No,” Vaggie’s voice shifted from surly to irritated with an edge of worry that shattered Husk’s warm feeling and pulled his eyes off his cards, “No, it’s not like that, Husk.”

“What’s up with him?” he felt his ears pick up, like if he strained enough, he could hear Angel somewhere upstairs.

When he’d come back from the store, laden with sweet treats that made his teeth ache just looking at them and insane combinations Angel’s cravings had been demanding lately, he’d just assumed the sofa was empty because the spider was upstairs, sleeping. But Vaggie’s expression said something different. Guilt settled over Husk like a wet blanket. Why didn’t he go and check on him…

“That’s the thing, we don’t know,” the former angel folded her arms, “He was sitting in the lounge like usual, watching TV, me and Charlie were setting up for today’s lesson and suddenly he just got up and stormed off. Slammed the door and hasn’t left since. Snaps at anyone who comes knocking to go fuck themselves.”

Husk felt the fur across his shoulders lift. Some of that was normal. Some of that gave him the concrete feeling of knowing the next card you turned would blow your hand or knowing that fist was sailing right for your nose.

“Um…guys?” Charlie’s voice had a tremble that made it sound ready to break, “I think I know what upset him.”

The television was blaring when they ran over to where she sat in the lounge but that had a lot to do with the voice of Katie Killjoy, curdled nastily and accompanied by a dangerous lioness smile.

And a grainy, lopsided paparazzi shot of Angel Dust, pupils wide as silver dollars and a grin so loose it was sliding right off his face, a poisonous looking martini in one of his hands, a rolled up note in another.

“Ah fuck…” Husk groaned softly.

“...with the frankly staggering revelation that the bumbling efforts over at the Hazbin Hotel actually work, somewhat, Hell is left with questions. How did such embarrassing methods actually produce results? Is this the first step on the road to ascension? Is this all an elaborate hoax by the Princess of Hell in a bid to sell us on her hotel? All valid questions in the wake of this news! But we here at Vox Media Productions have another to add to the list.”

The photo of Angel Dust was blown up, becoming footage, bleeding into clips from his more violent pornos. Husk doubted he had a heart anymore but something in his chest ached at the sight of a clear downward spiral. He used to watch Angel like this and tell himself he didn’t care, that the kid was none of his concern, an afterlife imploding to the same tune he’d heard a thousand times, living and dead.

But he was long past lying to himself. Now he had no shield against the pain of watching the man he loved drown in front of him, knowing there was a version of himself just in the wings, too damn stubborn and too damn drunk to help him.

“The well known sinner at the center of this shocking story is no stranger to scandal, though he’s far more used to making a profit from it. Angel Dust, star of many award winning pornographic films, is the supposed father-to-be but close, personal friends of the spider himself have raised their concerns.”

Husk could feel the growl running between his teeth like an electric current. He could take a guess at just who’d fed them this story.

“Sinners, ask yourselves, is this really the person who should be in charge of Hell’s very first children? A known drug addict who makes his living from indecency? And, according to insider reports from Porn Studios, an unreliable, temperamental, unstable individual? There have been a lot of very worrying leaks about his on set behavior and, while we were all willing to turn a blind eye before, there are now young lives at stake. Can we really allow this to continue? Vox Media certainly doesn’t think so.”

A dagger flashed out and crashed through the screen, turning the chatter and flashing images into gurgling pops of static and then silence. Vaggie wrenched her weapon free, eyes flaring enough to burn holes in the wall.

“Someone needs to crush that fucking bug,” she spat, “Pin him to a goddamn corkboard.”

“They said it’s their top story, they must have been talking about it all day…” Charlie flickered between forms, horns phasing in and out, tears welling in her eyes, “Angel must have seen it…”

“We knew Valentino would throw a bitch fit over you keeping the kids out of his hands,” Vaggie spun the dagger between her fingers like there might still be something to throw it at, “But getting Vox to do his dirty work? Fucking coward…”

“They can’t…they can’t actually take the babies from him right? Right?” Charlie shook herself, hands twisting in her hair, “No, no, of course not. Because we’ll do something about it! I’ll…I’ll get them to interview me! We’ll run our own piece! Start our own news station?”

“I’m going to talk to him.”

Husk’s voice, oddly calm and empty of anger, brought his friends up short, stalling their fury and their panic. He wrenched his claws out of the furrows he’d dug in the back of the sofa, keeping his breathing steady and even as he took the stairs two at a time.

The more demonic part of him wanted to howl and break things, smash glass and break his claws against the wall. The part of him that had once been an Overlord wanted to track down Valentino and tear the wings off his back, grind him into the ground until he was as small as he’d ever made Angel feel. The human part of him wanted to find the nearest bottle and drain it dry, rob himself of all feeling, blunt the edges of this pain until he didn’t have to deal with it at all.

But Husk ignored all of them. It took a moment but he managed it eventually, shoving them into the back of his mind where they couldn’t take control of his limbs. There was only one thing that he could let matter right now.

Angel Dust wasn’t the only one who was struggling with the change in their afterlives.

The bedroom behind the door was still his own, technically, but he hadn’t thought of it that way in a while. They hadn’t been an item long before pink started bleeding into the otherwise lifeless space, bright clothes actually making use of the wardrobe, make-up left scattered in front of the mirror, Fat Nuggets snoring on Husk’s side of the bed more often than not. Angel Dust still had his room down the hall, Husk knew he got a lot of reassurance out of having his own space (and he had a lot more shit) but his paws brought him here first.

He knocked lightly, pressing his forehead to the door, “Angel? Baby, it’s me.”

There was a very deliberate pause where Husk knew there was a good chance he’d be told to fuck off, a static weight where lightning might strike or it might not. He held his breath, tail whipping anxiously, not praying, he wasn’t fool enough for that, but hoping pretty damn hard.

Eventually, he heard a soft murmur, the sound of fabric moving, “M’here.”

He took that as permission to gently ease the heavy door open. Their room was dark, almost completely, apart from the sickly blue light flooding out of the phone in Angel’s hands. The spider demon was slumped on the bed, angular limbs folded in like someone had taken a rolled up newspaper to him, the only part of him that moved was the thumb scrolling endlessly through some newsfeed. Husk could hear tinny versions of Angel’s exaggerated moans and squeals from any number of pornos, interspersed with canned commentary from the 666 News broadcast. It seemed like Vox wasn’t the only Vee helping Valentino play dirty.

Husk sighed, closing the door behind him and gently clambering onto the bed, though he gave Angel plenty of room, “Baby, maybe you should stop listening to that…”

Angel’s voice was thin and rough, like it had come through a belt sander, “He’s sending me them. Val. Making sure I don’t miss any.”

Husk swallowed back acidic anger, “Block him. You can put it down, Angel, it’s okay…”

“Used to tell yourself that at the roulette table, huh? Just put it down?” Angel flashed him a bitter look.

Husk couldn’t help it, he flinched. Immediately his boyfriend’s anger cracked and collapsed, horror and shame underneath. The phone slipped from his fingers, landing face down and dropping them into darkness. But the pentagram moon showed Husk more than enough, the tears bleeding down Angel’s face, his mouth twisted miserably as it swallowed him under.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

Husk sighed, holding out his hands, “I know you didn’t, baby, I know. Look, can I touch you? That okay?”

Angel’s two sets of arms seemed to be in disagreement. One set trembled closer to Husk’s, the other hovered over the phone, both pulling against the other and both terrified. Husk found himself doing it again, that thing that wasn’t praying, harder than he’d done over any green-felted table.

The stalemate finally broke and, thank fuck, Husk was the winner. Angel Dust crashed into him with more force than you’d ever think was in that skinny body, clutching him tight enough to hurt, not that Husk could find it in him to care. He felt warm tears soak the fur at the curve of his neck, welcomed them, brought his wings around to shelter the two of them, purred loud and unashamedly, rocked him the way he’d never been rocked himself but it felt right.

“I don’t get it,” the words came waterlogged and painful, “I didn’t ask for them. I didn’t ask for these kids but I’m doing my fucking best and now I have them, all everyone wants to do is take them away from me.”

For a moment, Husk was envious of his lover, two arms didn’t feel like enough to hold him, how was he supposed to compete when the hurt was this big?

“I know,” he rubbed his cheek against Angel’s hair, forgetting to be self conscious of his feline instincts, “It ain’t fair, baby. And…and I need you to know…if it’s too much, if you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to. You have a choice.”

Angel’s breath shuddered, two hands winding from around Husk’s middle, slipping down. He couldn’t see them but he knew where they were going, his own paws met them there. Demons glancing at him in the street would have no idea- well, they would now thanks to the fucking Vees- but Husk spent a good amount of his time staring at Angel Dust. He saw the gentle slope in his stomach, he knew where to press to feel it through the oversized sweatshirt he wore. He threaded his fingers through Angel’s so the two of them cradled it together, this little impossibility, this spark that had fallen through the cracks and somehow landed here in their afterlives.

“I wanna do it,” Angel Dust rasped, “I know it’s dumb and selfish but I can’t help it. I got ditched by my family and this…they feel like a second chance. And I know I don’t deserve it but I can’t let go.”

Husk shook his head gently, shifting so he could rest his forehead against Angel’s, “Listen to me. I don’t know why this happened, I don’t know what asshole is up there above Heaven and Hell and all this mess deciding whose a sinner and whose a saint, whose spunk gets to work and whose don’t. I don’t know why these kids are here but I know there’s only one explanation that makes sense to me.”

Angel sniffled softly, still looking down at their joined hands, “What?”

“You,” Husk breathed, running his thumb over that little knot low inside his lover, “You’re the only person I can think of, in heaven or hell or wherever the fuck else, who’s strong enough to do this. You’ve fought harder than anyone I know to be better than you were. And you’ll keep fighting for our kids, even when assholes like that bitch Val keep throwing punches. I think they’re here because you deserve that second chance, Angel.”

His slitted eyes had adjusted to the darkness, rewarding him with the sight of a small, trembling smile on Angel’s face.

“Well…that means you do too, right?” he whispered.

Husk chuckled softly, “Hell, I already knew I was on the path to redemption. I got you, didn’t I? Must be halfway to a fucking saint.”

Angel’s laugh was a shaky, broken thing but it was the sweetest sound Husk had heard in a long time, a prize he could never have imagined winning. To be trusted so much by someone who, by rights, should never have trusted anyone again, he wouldn’t have traded anything for that.

Angel reached down, fumbling around in the blankets until he found his phone. He held the power button down until the screen went fully dark then tossed it over his shoulder, letting it land in some of the clothes scattered on the floor. He seemed to breathe a little easier after, glowing at the proud grin Husk gave him.

“I love you, baby,” the words still left him quietly, like he was still unsure saying them, they were a trick he hadn’t mastered yet and was terrified to fumble, “You know that, right?”

Angel nods, plucking those words out of the air and clutching them so tight they were tattooed on his palm, “So you keep saying, Whiskers. Though I could stand to hear it a few more times…and I love you too. A whole fucking lot…” his eyes slid over his shoulder where he’d tossed the phone and it’s poisonous chatter, “Enough that it drowns out all that bullshit on most days.”

Husk laid a paw against his cheek, brushing away the tear tracks on his face, “And on the days it doesn't, I’m right here. And soon we’ll have two little brats running around, I hear they’re pretty loud.”

Angel let Husk tumble him gently sideways, their bodies finding a way to comfortably fit together in their nest of blankets, “Not soon enough if you ask me. I could have been just enough of a spider to lay eggs and save myself the hassle but nah, I had to go and fall in love with a mammal…”

“Yeah, sorry about that,” Husk smiled crookedly, purring so Angel would feel it as he pillowed his head on his chest, “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Too fucking right you will,” Angel’s gold tooth flashed as he yawned, the sadness draining away and leaving him empty, “Over and over again, in a wide variety of different positions…”

Husk could feel Angel Dust still shaking, even after he drifted asleep. It wasn’t the end of it, he knew that the tide had just gone out. The next months weren’t going to be easy and hell only knew what would happen after that. He’d certainly had better odds in his time.

But Husk knew one thing for certain. He was all in.

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xlovely-liviix · 1 month

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Remedy: A Huskerdust Fanfiction

Hello and welcome to my new fanfiction: Remedy!

I asked a fellow Tumblr...Tumblree?? I asked @masculinemiracles to borrow their AU because its just so-- it's something that makes me happy to a point where I can't describe it.

So without further ado, please enjoy this Huskerdust fanfiction that holds dangerous amounts of fluffy love.

"I'll see you tomorrow, angel cakes.." Valentino's voice sounded from across the room. "and Angel?" Angel Dust halted his trek towards the door and pivoted around, flashing a fake smile.

"Yes, Val?" Valentino creeped closer to the spider demon. "Don't be late again." the demon moth warned, his voice deepening.

He blew a cloud of blood-red vapor into Angel's face, as the arachnid-demon coughed and faced away from the toxic substance. "Yes, Valentino..." Angel muttered, before turning back around and exiting the studio.

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Angel Dust pressed both flaps of his blazer together as the cold air pressed up against an exposed area of his chest.

It was a cold, dark night in the city. The streets were quiet, with only the occasional car passing by. Angel walked briskly down the street, his hands buried deep in his pockets. He was tired after a long night of work, but he was looking forward to getting home and resting.

He huffed, flicking his lighter multiple times in order to light a cigarette. Once he successfully managed to get a flame, he pressed the fire to the tip of the dart, breathing in a long drag of the chemicals before exhaling.

The spider continued walking, the bottom of his high-heeled boots scuffing against the pavement, that was soaked with rain from the night before. Raindrops coated the sky, falling down in a steady, yet heavy mist.

"Fuckin' Val always-- fuckin' up my life," Angel mumbled a slur of different curses as he recalled his previous interaction with his boss.

He sighed and looked down at his feet, taking another long drag from his cigarette, the orange ember casting a faint glow in the darkness. As he continued making his way down the streets that were covered in a thick layer of fog, he was suddenly snapped out of his stupor at the sound of footsteps behind him.

He quickened his pace, not wanting to get involved in any trouble. The rate of the mysterious persons footsteps only increased as Angel's did. The rhythm of their footsteps, mixed with the light tapping of Angel's purse against his thigh created an ensemble that only further activated Angel's fight or flight instincts.

Angel's heart started to race, and he began to panic.

He turned a corner, and the person behind him turned too. He was getting closer. He was close to running, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the person's heavy breathing behind him. They were gaining on him.

Despite having a near-running pace, the person wouldn't back down, giving Angel one last option. He couldn't take it anymore. Stopping abruptly, he turned to face his pursuer. Reaching into his mountain of chest fluff (?), he pulled out his habitual pistol.

"Alright, the fuck do ya want wit' me?" He growled as a warning, pointing his gun towards the ferreter.

The person, who was a demon with a bat-like appearance, clad in a dark turtleneck, jeans, and an orange fedora, took a small step back, although he never showed any signs of fear. "Easy there, slut. I come in peace."

This only caused Angel to cock (teehee) his gun, inching closer to the man.

"Aw c'mon, baby. I only want ya services. You do anything for money, now don't cha?" he smirked, eyeing the spider-demon. Angel cringed at that, tightening his grip on the weapon before exhaling and lowering it.

"Sorry ta disappoint, but i'm off duty," Angel shrugged, turning around as he began to walk away, turning his back on the demon.

"Oh come on, whore. You'll do anything for a quick buck." The demon's petty smirk only got larger. This statement caused Angel to stop in his tracks, turning back around.

"Listen here ya little desperate fucker," Angel began to approach him, holding out a slim, gloved finger as he pointed at his stalker. He bent down to reach his height. "I said i'm off duty. Niente sesso per stasera. So why don't ya go and choke on ya own cum? That might satisfy ya little fucked up cravings." the arachnid poked him in the chest a few times, causing the demon to lose his grin.

The man remained quiet, as Angel stood back up to his full height, rolling his eyes as he turned around once more and began walking. The stalker growled, stepping forward as he suddenly grabbed Angel's wrist.

Before he could even get a word, Angel instinctively brought his arm around, firing at the demon. His body dropped at Angel's feet. The spider sighed exasperatedly, kicking his limp body to the side as he began walking once more.

Living in a place like this could change a person. He had been living a dangerous and risky life for years, selling his body for money and getting involved in all sorts of illegal activities. He had become numb to the violence and the darkness that surrounded him, and killing someone was just another day in hell.

Even when he was alive, Angel was no stranger to the life of crime. Growing up in an italian mafia, crime was all he knew. But that's a story for another time.

Although he felt no remorse for what he had just done, he couldn't help but think about his previous encounter.

This.

This isn't the life that he wanted. Ever. Not for himself, not for...Whitney.

He flinched at the thought of his daughter, the air becoming significantly colder. Shivering a bit, he rubbed the sides of his arms, creating friction between the two surfaces in hopes of sparking some form of heat.

This wasn't the type of upbringing he wanted his daughter to have. She was an innocent soul, who deserved good parents-- well, a good (other) dad. She deserved someone who didn't suck dick for a living, one who could make money without having to take off his clothes, one who could be there for the important moments of her life.

Angel pulled his phone from his purse, squinting his eyes at the glowing screen. He opened his text conversation with Husk, scrolling through their past messages.

He chuckled softly at an image of Whitney and Husker, where the two sat on a couch, the spider-kitty sitting on her dad's lap as they both drank from bottles. Husk's booze, and Whitney's milk. The image had a caption labeled as: "Drinking Buddies"

He scrolled a little further, looking at all of the pictures and videos sent by Husk to Angel. His giggles slowly turned into waterworks as he shut his phone off, stuffing it back into his purse as he viciously wiped the tears from his face.

It wasn't fair to her. It wasn't fair that his daughter had to be born into this fucked up place.

It wasn't fair that she had to have a shitty papa.

He doesn't deserve her. He doesn't deserve Husk, he doesn't deserve Whitney, he doesn't deserve Charlie...

He doesn't deserve anything.

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"..And they all lived happily ever after...the end.." Husk mumbled, not even bothering to describe the accurate ending to the story as he had stopped looking at the book.

"I wanna noder..." Whitney whined, tugging at Husker's facial fur. The toddler attempted to gain his attention by "climbing" her father, gripping on to his fur and wrapping her hands around his neck. "Nene, please..." Husker groaned, his eyes remaining closed as he leaned his head back against the cushioned armchair.

"No!! I wanna noder...." Whitney continued to wail, smashing her tiny head onto Husker's cheek. "Ten piedad de mi alma…." the feline demon muttered, opening his eyes once again as he shifted in the armchair. "No more books, Nene. It's way beyond time for bed." he said, beginning to stand up, picking up the infant.

"No, no no!!" Whitney shrieked, attempting to free herself from her fathers' grip. "Whitney!" Husker snapped, but then regained composure.

"Whit, if you don't go to bed now, then you'll be tired tomorrow." Husk tried to reason with the small feline, but it didn't seem to be working.

"I want papa...." she wailed, pressing two sets of tiny paws to her eyes.

"Whitney, please, daddy is here now. You don't need to cry for papa," Husk said, trying to soothe her.

But Whitney continued to cry, her little face turning red with frustration. She had been waiting for Angel to come home all day and she wasn't going to sleep until he was home.

As her cries turned into sobs, Husk felt a pain in his heart. He knew how much Whitney adored her papa, and how she always needed him to be there when she went to sleep. But her papa was out at work, working ridiculous hours thanks to that fuckhead.

Valentino. Always messing up Angel's life one way or another. If Husk could ever have the chance, he would skin the moth demon alive and dump his body into a pool of-

Husk's thought train was interrupted by Whitney's screams. She shrieked, making noises that Husk himself thought was physically impossible for a living organism to make.

Desperate to put an end to her cries, he tried negotiating.

"Okay, shh, shh. Hey-- hey, Nene, if you listen, then i'll-" his voice could barely reach her ears due to the screams. "Whitney." he said, this time with a much louder voice, overpowering her screams.

She ceased the nonviable screams for a moment, pausing to listen to her father.

"Listen, if you stop crying, we can go downstairs and wait for papa, okay?" the toddler contemplated her father's proposal for a moment, before wiping her eyes with a singular fuzzy paw, agreeing to his offer.

Husker smiles, grateful that he was able to but a stop to her ruckus.

Shifting the spider-kitty in his arms, he took her downstairs, venturing to the bar, where he usually spent most of his time.

He sat Whitney on the counter as he poured her a glass of warm milk. He pulled out his personal bottle of cheap booze, and began chugging it from the bottle.

As the two sat there, sipping their beverages, they remained silent. Husk was afraid that the slightest movement would set her off and Lord knows that that doesn't need to happen again.

Husker sighed as he continued gulping down the alcohol. He looked up at Whitney, who seemed distracted. He sat up a little bit, hesitating to touch her.

Just as he reached out, the small felines ears (that were way too large for her) twitched, and pointed in the direction of the door.

"I think papa's home.." Husk sighed in relief. Whitney immediately set her milk down, squeaking a little bit as she begged her father to put her on the floor.

Husker chuckled, picking up the spider and placing her on the ground. As soon as her little feet hit the floor, she immediately sped off, running as fast as her little legs could take her.

"Papa~!!"

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Angel sighed, trying to wipe away the remainder of his tears as entered the hotel. He quickly turned to the wall closest to him, sticking his cigarette into his mouth as he disarmed the silent alarm.

"Fuckin'...stupid..." Angel brushed a hand through his hair as he tried his hardest to remember the code the the alarm. He had always been a forgetful person, especially to the more..unimportant things in his life.

His stream of profanity was cut off by a sweet, recognizable voice shouting: "Papa!!" and a force colliding with his lower leg.

"Cupcake!" Angel exclaimed, immediately picking up the small kitty and spinning around with her, quickly putting his cigarette out with the bottom of his foot.

Angel smothered kisses on Whitney's soft, fuzzy face as Husker walked up, disarming the alarm.

"You two waited fa me?" Angel raised an eyebrow, giving Husk a quick kiss as he made his way over to the bar, Whitney still in his upper set of arms.

"More like she waited for you," Husk chuckled, walking back behind the bar counter as he retrieved two glasses, grabbing Angel's favorite bottle of whiskey.

"You stayed up just fa me, cupcake?" the arachnid smiled, lifting Whitney up to his face as he nuzzled her, nose-to-nose.

"Yeah papa...I cried..ce--cebause you weren't here.." her big ears lowered a little as the kitten recalled her behavior. "Awh, snuggle muffin'..." Angel's smile dropped, as he kissed her forehead.

"Ya don't have ta cry fa me...okay? I'll always be wit' you..even if i'm not..physically wit' you...okay?" the spider gave his daughter a small smile. Whitney noded, sniffling a little. Angel was quick to wipe away any other tears that she had.

The arachnid-demon buried his chin into the top of Whitney's head as he sat down on one of the stools. Husker slid Angel's glass towards him.

"Thanks, Husky..." Angel gave his partner a tired smile as he quickly downed the drink, placing it on the counter. Husk poured him a round two, but Angel didn't drink it right away.

"Open, Nene.." he looked down at his daughter, as she opened her mouth, showing a set of barely-there teeth. Angel took off one of his gloves, dipping his bare finger into the small glass, bringing it to his daughter's mouth as he rubbed the alcohol onto her gums.

Husker's eyes widened and he opened his mouth to say something, but closed it once again. He knew that Angel would never intentionally hurt his daughter, and for that reason, he trusted his actions...

....even the more.....questionable ones of the bunch.

Such as this one.

Angel chuckled a little bit to himself as he noted Husk's demeanor. "It's ta help 'er go to sleep and stay asleep." he giggled.

Husk raised an eyebrow. Out of all his years being a bartender and his...out-of-hand relationship with alcohol, he hadn't known this. Despite this, he brushed it off.

"What? Am I making a face? I never said anything!" Husker exclaimed quietly. "Ya body language says it all, baby."

Angel downs the second drink, wiping his mouth before cautiously getting up, shifting Whitney in his arms as he gently, yet firmly, pressed her miniature body to his.

He took the small demon upstairs to her room, gently placing her down in her bed as he planted a kiss to the crown of her head.

"Goodnight, cuddlekins..." Angel whispered, smiling as he slowly walked out of her room, making sure to turn on her projector nightlight before he left.

Once he was back downstairs, he went back over to the bar, where Husker wiped down the counters, closing up for the night.

"Every day.." Angel groaned, carelessly flopping down onto one of the stools. Husk prepares himself for Angel's upcoming rant, hanging up the cloth he used to clean the countertop.

"He's always on my fuckin' ass. In the sexual way, and the "my-boss-is-a-bitch" way. I can't take it anymore!" Husker chuckled at Angel's choice of words, before regaining composure.

"Tell me all about it..." Husker goes over, taking a seat next to Angel as he allows his partner to lean into him, testing his trust with the small stool.

Angel hesitated for a moment before letting out a sigh and launching into his story. He talked about the long hours, the never-ending workload, and the constant pressure from Val.

"You've had a long day, baby..." Husker frowned, caressing Angel's side with his claw.

"Fuckin' tell me about it! I'm exhausted." Angel groaned, slamming his head down onto the bar counter with frustration.

He let out a muffled noise, that caused Husk to take his hand, sliding it in between Angel's chin and the bar counter, lifting his face up. Angel avoided his gaze as Husk spotted shiny tears pooling in his eyes.

"Baby.." Husk started, before he was cut off by Angel.

"I just-- I don't want to drag Whitney into alla this shit.." he wiped at his nose before continuing. "I don't-- I don't deserve ha....she deserves someone so much betta..." he let out another squeak, trying to dab away his tears.

"Baby...you..you do deserve her. I don't care what the fuck Valentino says, or even what you say to yourself. You deserve Whitney as much as you deserve the world." Angel opened his mouth to protest, but Husk was quick to press a finger to his mouth.

"So know....even if things are as fucked up as they are...it doesn't change how much you love her, or your capability of taking care of her." He gives Angel a soft, warm smile.

Angel leans forward, pressing a kiss to his lips.

"I fuckin' love ya, Husky.."

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This took me.....way longer than it should've.

I'm honestly disappointed in the ending but...whatever. I was in a rush, LOL. There's so many things I hate about this, such as the length, but...whatever. (I said that already, I know)

It doesn't really take me long to write fanfiction like this, but for some reason, I decided to be lazy, and write like, two words per day. (silly me!)

Anyways, if you can't tell, I LOVE me some fluff and fem/mpreg! I don't know why..some just say...I was born this way (Ooh, there ain't no other way babyyyyy). ANYWAYS let me stop-

I hope y'all enjoyed this short little fic. As I mentioned before, this is a borrowed AU from @masculinemiracles so...consider checking out their blog!

Also, if you liked this, then consider sticking around, because I have some other Hazbin Hotel (mainly ship and mpreg) fanfictions OTW!

Bye now!!

~xlovely-liviix

Word Count: 2,769

#Hazbin hotel family au #Hazbin hotel family #hazbin hotel fankid #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel angel dust #huskerdust #huskerdust babies au #angel dust #husk #angel husk fankid #stealing their AU because FLUFF #@masculine-miracles #This was a request!!!#GO FOLLOW THEM OR I'LL FIND WHERE YOU LIVE #huskerdust mpreg #huskerdust family #Whitney #xlovely liviix

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TW: IMPLIED MPREG

Istg if this makes you uncomfortable then PLEASE do not read. I warned you. Your mental health is more important!

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Based on @mollymauk-teafleak ‘s AU with the HuskerDust twins! (Sorry for the tag! Just wanted to properly credit!)

I see a lot of posts talking about Husk pawing/kneading/making biscuits at Angel’s chest floof, but consider this: Whenever one or both of the twins are laying on Angel’s chest for whatever reason at all, one or both just start mindlessly kneading at their daddy’s chest while tiny purrs escape the young one’s mouth.

I thought about this on a random Friday at 2 o’clock in the morning and then forgot about it. I am currently typing this on a Sunday turning into Monday at midnight. I was mulling over ways to make brownies, and then the thought came:

✨HUSKERDUST TWINS✨

Anyways, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. I’m an artist. I could draw it. I want to. However, I’m a busy witch. I got shit to do that’s not my own hyper fixations. Sad :( but that’s life for ya’.

Hope y’all enjoy my thoughts. I love this AU, it’s just too precious.

I’d take this AU on a date if were possible. Give the author of it some luv.

K I’m done.

Typing—I’m done typing, not crying.

This’ll be posted when I wake up :) 💛

Edit, for when I wake up:

Damn y’all, I think I was coming down with a case of baby fever last night and I made the upmost smart decision to look in the HuskerDust tag. The good thing is that this doesn’t just sound like me spitting out complete gibberish, I sound sober, yeah. I like the “kitty(s) kneading their daddy’s chest fluff” and I can just imagine Angel noticing it, loading his brain to process what their crotch-spawn(s) [are] doing, then cry about it. He’d later call in Husk and be like: “HUSKY!! I NEED A CAT TRANSLATION TO WHATEVER IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!!”

But like, in a good way :)

#hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #huskerdust #amazon prime #huskerdust babies au #you might make fun of me for the warning #with how serious it looks #but honestly #I feel like it’s needed so I don’t get fussed at #I will not be scolded today #no-sir-ee #I also just want y’all to take care of yourself #please do #💛#sweetingtea: hazbin hotel

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I totally have the safe love of enjoying this show and especially this AU. Totally do... *cough* Any who had to get the brainrot out, so bam! Character © Vivziepop/ Vivienne Medrano Overlord Husker AU © @celestialalpacaron

#hazbin hotel husk #husker hazbin hotel #husker #husky #overlord au #overlord au husker #overlord au husk #gambling man #loser baby #huskerdust

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odeu-m · 6 days

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thing for @celestialalpacaron's overlord husk au

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#hazbin hotel #huskerdust #angel dust #husk #overlord husk au #husker #fanart #based on a leyendecker magazine cover. hence the alt edition lol #fuckign HELL it's DONE #angel baby ur so pretty i love u. he should get 2 wear black lipstick in the show.#the amount of fics i have bookmarked of this au is astonishing lmfaoo

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spooksforfun · 2 months

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Husk Overlord AU Fic

This is the first chapter to my fic based on celestialalpacaron's Overlord Husk au

Husk had been dreading this day for a while now. He knew Valentino wouldn’t give up so easily, but a man could hope. And that’s what led him to the situation he was in now. Sitting at one of the many poker tables in his casino, across from the moth overlord. In between the both, slightly to the side was a contract signed by the both of them, stating that should Husk lose he would give Valentino the deed to his casino. However should Husk win, he would win the partial ownership Valentino has over the pornstar, Angeldust.

Said sinner was sitting right on the overlord’s lap, who had claimed the spider was his good luck charm, already having made him millions through his videos and pimping. It was clear to Husk that Angel was uncomfortable with the situation, clearly he didn't like the thought of his soul being bartered with.

Both overlord’s eyed each other. Valentino had a large grin on his face, which hadn’t faltered throughout the game. A novice would believe the moth had no tells, but Husk was no novice. You don’t get to own Hell’s most profitable casino owner by not being able to read another’s body language.

Just like he could tell the fake personality that the pornstar exudes, he could see straight through his fake confidence, and boasting about Valentino’s skills in and out of the bedroom, that he truly didn’t want to be anywhere near the moth.

Valentino breathed out a puff of his pink smoke from the cigarette he had been smoking from as he laid out his cards. A full house. When it took more than a second for Husk to respond with his own cards his grin widened.

“It’s ok Husk, I’ll make sure to take good care of your casino.” No doubt thinking of all the ways he could use the casino to create another one of his prostitution rings.

Husk let out a small chuckle. Which instantly turned Valentino’s smirk into a frown. “I hate to be the bearer of bad news.” But it was clear there truly was no disdain for the information the casino overlord was about to give. He laid his own cards down on the smooth wooden table. A royal flush.

Immediately Valentino stood from the table. Knocking Angel out of his lap and straight to the floor. His short dress slid up exposing more of his fluffy white legs. The sweetheart neckline of the sparkly pink dress he had on accentuated the curve of his chest fluff. You could see his fear not only in his eyes, but the way he was breathing. It was clear it had not been the first time he saw Valentino this angry.

The tall moth slammed his hands on the table. Now shouting about how Husk must have cheated, there is no way he could have lost. Husk only gave him an annoyed look in return. Not even bothering to get from his seat. “A deal’s a deal. Tino.” He huffed out, holding his hand out to the enraged man. Valentino had no choice but to hand over Angel’s contract, no longer the owner of the spider demon’s soul. Along with it came a set of pink smoky chains which materialised along with the contract. The chains led to a thick collar around the slender white neck of the man on the floor.

With a few more angry swears and a promise of him not giving up so easily, and what sounded like squeaking from the taller man, he began to gather himself and leave the private room Husk had prepared for their game. Angel watched, now on his knees, as his former owner walked out of the room. He looked to the floor for a moment, evening out his breathing before turning to his new owner.

Husk however was not paying attention to him. He was focused on his staff giving out orders. They were all moving with quick purpose, none of them sparing Angel another glance, as if this happened everyday.

The winged cat finally looked down at the pornstar. He stood and walked closer to him, the bright pink chain still in his hand. He never pulled the chain taut, it stayed relaxed, even when he was close to Angel, he didn’t need to pull on it to get his attention, he already had it. Angel looked into his eyes, he couldn’t tell what the man was thinking. The silence was cut between the two as Angel shivered, not having noticed that his furred shawl had slipped past his shoulders, being held in his elbows instead.

“You know, I didn't think Tino would be a dumbass to bet you over my casino.” As he said that, the chains glowed bright and broke, right in front of Angel’s eyes. And Husk held his hand out for the spider to take. He was unsure at first, whether he could trust the gambler or not. Slowly, with a shaky hand he reached out to him. Their hands met, Husk was soft, not as soft as Angel, but still comforting.

“Here’s some ground rules.” Hus’s baritone voice filled the room, making Angel look from his own hand back to the cat’s face. “Ya want cash, dope, a boat. Anything with a tag, I'll give ya it.” Husk’s face seemed uninterested with the topic. “Do what you want, but put that famous face o’ yours to work and bring guests in.”

Husk rubbed his thumb over Angel’s middle finger. The man on the floor looked confused until he felt a slight tightness on the finger. He couldn’t look just yet at what the overlord had done to his finger as he was gently pulled up to his feet. He was almost twice the height of the overlord. Had this been any other situation he would have laughed at their predicament. But he still hadn’t found his voice since Valentino had left.

“No wearing blue. I fucking hate that colour.” Their hands were still connected. “There’s no such thing as ‘free’ in my casino. Everyone’s gotta pay up. Nothing here is cheap so no weapons beyond the doors.” Angel was stuck under the gaze from the smaller sinner. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak. He was amazed he was taking in everything said to him, but it was as if Husk had him under some spell. “If you’re hungry, I'll get ya something for that. Same thing goes if you want some privacy. I’m assuming you have your own place, since Tino only owned you when you were working for him.” Still unable to speak, Angel only nodded. “I’ll make sure you have a room here to destress. And if someone here is treating you like ass, I’ll have them shot.” Husk’s eyes bore deep into Angel’s mismatched ones. “But as long as you’re under me, do your job and hustle the hell out of the lowlifes here.” Husk finally gave him a smirk as he sent Angel out. One of his staff was waiting for him. He was escorted out of the casino as he heard that deep voice once more, calling out that he’ll have his first shift tomorrow. Outside the casino was a car, and the driver opened the door and led him inside. The inside had black leather seats, with red and gold accents. The driver got in the front and asked Angel for his address.

Angel finally found his voice, and gave out his address. He tried to fully understand what had happened. Val no longer owned him, now some other overlord did, and he didn’t know if he should be happy about it or not. So far Husk had not hurt him, but it could all just be a matter of time before his real intentions were shown. The streets blurred past his window as he tried to distract himself. He wrapped his arms around himself and he felt it. He looked at the hand Husk had held. Around his middle finger was a simple gold ring. This must be how the overlord showed his possessions.

The car stopped outside his apartment and the driver hurriedly opened the door for him once more and helped him out of the car. He slowly climbed the stairs up to his apartment. Once inside his home, he beelined for his bed where he met fat nuggets who immediately cuddled up to him. He stared up at the ceiling, his hand raising up as he stared at the ring on his finger. He felt his eyes grow heavy and he decided sleep was for the best. To prepare him for what tomorrow would bring.

@celestialalpacaron

#huskerdust #husker hazbin hotel #husker #hazbin hotel husker #angel dust #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel #overlord husk au #husk x angel dust #angelhusk #loser baby #hazbin angel dust

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goldenamaranthe-blog · 1 month

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Puppy Love / Kid Vaggie Crossover

Thank you, @intrinsicepiphany for the fun idea!

Hazbins: (scrambling around the hotel while carrying cushions and pillows)

Kid Vaggie: (flying around the ceiling, weaving through lights and chandeliers, and giggling) Weeeeee~

Charlie: Vaggie! Vaggie! You've been up there for an hour, sweetheart! Can you please come down before your wings give out?

-KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!! KNOCK!!!-

Emily: (squeaks through the door of the hotel) Hi, Charlie! Sorry for dropping in last minute. Sera wanted to get those reports on-

Kid Vaggie: Yaaaawwwwwn~ (droopy eyes) Nigh-Night.... (slowly coasts down to the ground)

Charlie: I can't believe I'm saying this, but, Emily, catch her! It's Vaggie!

Emily: (looks up and sees a sleeping, curled up Kid Vaggie sucking her thumb and gliding in her direction) Hup! (jumps up with a flap of her wings and catches Vaggie, cradling her in her arms) I got her!

Charlie: Whew! Thank you so much!

Emily: (slowly fluttering back to the ground) Now, what did you say about Vaggie? And who is this adorable little cherub?

Charlie: Her. That's literally Vaggie. For some reason, she transformed into a toddler. First, it was me, and then-

Emily: (blushes brightly as she looks down at the sleeping toddler in her arms. Daydreams suddenly whirl through her mind in rapid succession)

Scene 1: Emily and Vaggie on a moonlit date in heaven.

Scene 2: Vaggie kneeling down on one knee with a ring box and Emily flapping her wings excitedly as she cries.

Scene 3: Wedding in Heaven with Charlie being Emily's Maid of Honor and Vaggie wearing a full suit.

Scene 4: Vaggie wearing slacks and a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and her hands on a prominent baby bump under Emily's dress.

Scene 5: Emily laying in bed with a newborn baby. Baby has dark skin, white freckles, silver hair and wings, and pink eyes. Vaggie is holding Emily's hand while kissing the new mother tenderly on the head.

Emily: (catatonic, blushing, sweating, and wobbly on her feet)

Charlie: Whoa! (takes Kid Vaggie before Emily can faint) Emily, are you okay?!

Emily: (shuffles over to the window, gets on her knees, and prays) Our Holy Father who art in Heaven, hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come-

Charlie: Uhhhhh.... (glances at sleeping Vaggie in her arms and gets similar daydream scenes buzzing through her mind but replaced herself with Emily as she heats up exponentially) Whoooooooooooa.... wobbly...... need to sit down.

Angel: Whoa! I gotcha! (catches Charlie and sits her down in the chair next to where Emily is still praying) I'll take Vags up to her room and put her to bed. (grabs Vaggie and gets similar daydreams but with Husker and having a perfect cat-spider baby) Yikes! Okay, that makes sense. Let's get this little pipsqueak to bed so I can stop daydreaming.

#puppy love #kid vaggie #puppy love au #kid vaggie au #chaggie #emily #charlie #vaggie #angel #huskerdust #baby fever #protective charlie #hazbins #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #daydreams

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animit-y · 3 months

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Angel Dust doodles~

close ups!

#art #sketch #doodles #doodle #Angel dust #hazbin angel dust #Hazbin hotel #HuskerDust #I felt the need to put Angel from the Husk AU in matching suit #animity #I forgot Angels arm stripes #ignore that #sorry Angel baby

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astastories · 3 months

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Angeldust, and Husk in human form . Loved new episodes, I am literally so obsessed with the show and all the ships

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mariyathemagicalcheesewizard · 1 month

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IM FINALLY DONE, im doing little sketches (soon) of the rest of the characters, you guys can choose who i do next

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ultrafangirlishness · 2 months

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Loser, baby!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin husk #hazbin angel dust #huskerdust #human angel dust #human au #human husk #loser baby #human!au #human!angeldust #human!husk #my art #my drawing #digital art #digital drawing #ultrafangirlishness #human!angel dust

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mollymauk-teafleak · 2 months

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with your heart that is bruised but unbeaten

The huskerdust babies are here! In fic form! Huge thanks to the lovely @minky-for-short for creating this little babies au with me and putting up with me not wanting to talk about anything else!

Please reblog and comment over on Ao3 if you enjoyed this!

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Angel Dust doesn't know how but things at the studio have gotten worse. Valentino seems determined to break him completely, with long, punishing shoots that have him stumbling through the Hotel doors early in the morning.

But fortunately Husk is waiting to remind him exactly why he keeps fighting.

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Angel Dust knew he’d told Husk not to wait up.

He’d said it repeatedly, firmly, with both sets of arms folded. He’d told him yesterday as they fell asleep in a tangle of limbs. He’d told him that morning when he’d kissed him goodbye, before letting go and stepping away because Husk never would if the choice was his. He’d texted it to him when the shoot had rolled exhaustingly, relentlessly on, in the five minute break he was able to snatch, missing letters as his fingers trembled.

Angel Dust had told him but when he finally walked into the hotel, aching, dizzy and unable to take a deep breath until the door clicked shut behind him, he was more relieved than words could say that Husk never listened.

The rest of the lobby was in soft darkness, the bar a puddle of warm light off in the corner, the glow of a lantern caught and corked in the many bottles on the shelf, multiplying itself over and over. Husk was humming some soft, slow song Angel would have missed by a decade, his back to the door though one ear was turned his way, shattering his show of indifference.

“Those big ears of yours ain’t working or something?” Angel Dust heard the crack in his voice, where the exhaustion and the ache bled in but he didn’t have to care, “I told you not to wait up, baby.”

It made Husk’s shoulders tighten but nothing more, he knew the game. Angel Dust had to let him in first.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Husk’s attempt at sounding innocent was pretty convincing, probably why he’d been a good magician and an excellent cheat, “Bottles needed dusting, that’s all.”

Angel winced a little as he took a seat, pain flaring down his legs, “You said a good bartender keeps the dust on the bottles. You said it makes the cheap paint thinner look old and expensive.”

“Guess I’m a shitty bartender then,” Husk finally turned, making a heroic effort not to react at the state of him.

He only failed because Angel knew his tells. They’d been through enough together.

“I know,” he sighed, letting the cracks show now, eyes falling, “It was bad today.”

His armor always had to come away in bits and pieces, after a long day of slipping away inside his own body it was hard to come back to it and feel just how battered it had become in his absence. The long, painful process of claiming this hurt used to be blunted by booze and pills, whatever he could get his four hands on, six if it had been a day like today.

And Husk did set a glass in front of him, a martini glass full of a pink liquid that shimmered, a bright red cherry bobbing in it like lips pursed in a kiss. Angel Dust smiled at the sight of it, even the car crash his reflection was right now looked a little better on the drink’s pearly surface. A year ago, anyone asking Husk to make something like this would be given a withering stare and told to fuck off back to whatever cheap strip club they usually drank in. But one night Angel Dust had mentioned some deeply unserious cocktail he’d invented with Cherri one night, listing off ingredients he vaguely remembered, lamenting that he’d never been able to get it tasting quite right since.

And it had appeared the next night in front of him, plucked out of one of his few nice memories of life before Hazbin Hotel and summoned as if by magic, tasting better than he remembered. Just like it did now.

“He’s punishing you,” it wasn’t a question, just an observation made bitterly through gritted teeth.

Angel Dust saw no point in lying. The marks of Valentino’s frustration were all over him, the chafe marks on all four wrists, the black eye, the limp, the scratches, the missing chunk of hair. Every time he was called back to set, Val found new ways to chew him up, letting others get the blood under their nails while he sat back and yanked the strings, all of Angel’s pain pouring money into his pockets. The adverts had gotten bigger, flashier, Angel’s body sprawled across the Doomsday District, Valentino’s studio name splashed across so there was no doubt who owned him. The scripts had gotten more violent, angrier, more often than not he was a cheating spouse, like Val was trying to prove that whatever comfort he found in the hotel, in Husk, wasn’t going to last, pulling insecurities straight out of the dark corners of Angel’s mind and making him act them out over and over.

Until it was so hard not to believe them.

“Sure feels like it,” Angel Dust rasped, eyes still fixed on his own reflection, watching distantly as his eyes filled, “I’ll keep taking it, baby, I promise I will but…but right now I don’t know how.”

He felt like he was in the confessional, admitting to a sin worse than any he’d done before, vomiting the words up then cringing back to wait for the lightning bolt from the clouds.

What came instead was a paw, soft and gentle, resting lightly enough on his cheek that he could pull away if he wanted to.

“Sweetheart,” Husk’s voice was a low rumble through the very bones of him, “Don’t worry about tomorrow. Tell me what you need right now.”

Angel’s voice caught in his throat, just for a moment, trembling on the back of his tongue for a second before remembering it was okay, he was allowed to ask, “I need you. I need you to make me forget all about him, all about that fucking place, about anything that ain’t you and me. I need…I need you to remind me that it don’t always hurt.”

Husk slid the glass to one side, letting Angel crawl up onto the bar, all four hands anchoring themselves somewhere in soft, dark fur, close enough that he inhaled his promise, “I can do that for you, mi amor.”

The kiss was as sweet as the language that rooted Angel in a feeling of home, of safety. Husk kissed messily, devotedly, like he wanted to drown in him, heedless of the spider demon’s pointed teeth but careful of his own. It would look terrible on camera but that was the point, Husk didn’t kiss him for an audience, he didn’t kiss him for any reason at all, other than because he loved him. And he kept kissing him, until moans and gasps spilled from Angel’s mouth whenever they had to pause for air.

“Upstairs?” Husk’s voice got rougher, deeper when he was turned on, until it sounded like something that should be bottled behind the bar.

“Nuh uh,” Angel Dust rasped, shifting from his knees so he could spread his legs, dragging Husk between them, “Don’t let go, you’re the only thing holding me together…”

“I won’t let you fall apart, baby,” he made the promise to the hollow of his throat, to his pulse, “I got you…”

Angel rolled his hips, thrilling at the erection now straining against Husk’s trousers, aching towards the warmth of him, “Then have me. Please.”

It felt so good to say it and really mean it, to beg and whine and moan and really feel the electricity crackling through him, knowing it hadn’t come from a script or a pill or a powder. Having Husk want him enough to stumble as he frantically yanked open his trousers, wanting him back just as hard, it reminded Angel that he was still capable of feeling. That he didn’t have to find it, it could still bloom in his chest all by itself.

Two hands pushed down his skirt, two had come from somewhere else to shrug off his jacket, the others dragged Husk close again. He groaned as the cat demon’s cock pressed between his legs, head resting on the lip of his opening, waiting for permission even now. Angel gave it wordlessly, rocking down onto him. The burn was sweet, a welcome pain, like ice cubes rattling against his teeth from the bottom of a glass or burning lungs after dancing so hard his vision swam.

“Oh, baby…” he nearly sobbed out, tipping his head back so Husk could scatter kisses across his collar, every scratch and bruise and scrape getting one.

“Hurts?” Husk hesitated, one hand braced on the bar, the other on the small of Angel’s back.

He shook his head, trying to wrangle his breathing so he could speak, “Not…not in a bad way…just getting used to you…”

He shifted his hips, slid further down the edge of the bar until it was just Husk holding him up, finding the place where it was only bliss. Husk rolled his hips and Angel thrust down to meet them, finding a perfect harmony, a beat they could follow. It all blurred together, the lines between Angel’s own body and his lover’s becoming smudged and meaningless, watercolors all running into each other.

His heels pressing into Husk’s spine, urging him on. Husk’s rattling, stop-start purr, leaking into his bones until his whole body was thrumming. Husk’s teeth grazing along his throat but it felt like giving rather than taking. His dick hitting that sweet spot inside him with the perfect tempo. Angel’s whole world became these singular points of light, these sensations, all the exhaustion and hurt drowned out and washed away until he could believe it had never been there to begin with.

He knew he was being loud, he’d lost control of his voice from the moment Husk pressed inside him. He knew he was begging, moaning, filth spilling off his tongue but it only drove Husk on, following the sounds he made like a map to more.

Angel Dust couldn’t keep his trap shut but Husk only needed one word to topple him, growled into the spider demon’s ear as his hips snapped and shuddered.

“Anthony…”

The thread snapped and he was gone. He came hard, messy, cock throbbing, a scream ripped out from the very core of him. He raked his nails down Husk’s back and, a second later, felt his love fall too, emptying into him with a salty rush and a muffled moan. It felt so good, so deep, that Angel was pulled under again, crashing right into another orgasm that hollowed him out completely.

The shakes didn’t end when the tide went out. He still couldn’t breathe right, his muscles were still clenched. It was only when he felt Husk sigh contentedly and start rubbing slow, gentle circles on his back that Angel dared let go. He knew he had something worth coming back to.

“I’m here…I’m here, baby, it’s alright…” his voice was raw, rough, but comforting, coaxing him back into himself.

“Fuck…” Angel whimpered as he felt Husk slip out of him, muscles aching at the loss.

But it wouldn’t be the last time, he told himself. Sweetness wasn’t temporary here.

“Did what you needed it to, sweetheart?” he could feel those yellow eyes peering at him anxiously, searchlights through the fog, hands gently pulling his skirt back into place.

Angel smiled, slumping so his forehead was pressed to Husk’s, “You always do, baby…I love you.”

“I love you too,” Husk’s smile turned playful, a showman with another trick up his sleeve, “But I ain’t done with you yet. A shower, some food and some sleep, you’ll be right as rain.”

And ready to do it all again. But even that thought couldn’t crack the blissful haze of being gently lifted into the cat demon’s surprisingly strong arms. Tomorrow meant another call time, more hands on him, more eyes burning holes in him, more words that stung like a slap to the face. He’d end up with more bruises, more aches, more dark shadows scratching at his brain from being surrounded by drugs he couldn’t have anymore.

But it would end. And it would end right here, back in Husk’s arms, knowing he was loved no matter what. It made the thought of tomorrow bearable.

Almost.

“Hey,” Angel murmured, feeling the sway as he was carried up the stairs, “Mind if I add a little amendment to your list there, Husky?”

Husk’s chuckle was a pleasant vibration against his ear, “Always know I rocked your world something fierce when you call me that…and I think I can guess where you want to go.”

Angel grinned up at him, coyly, “Do you mind? I know it must have taken you ages to get them to sleep by yourself…”

They were already at the nursery door, like Husk had known where he’d want to go all along, “You know I got the ladies to lend a hand if I needed it. And besides, I think they’ve been waiting for you.”

Business at the hotel was picking up but Charlie hadn’t minded giving over the room next to Angel’s. It wasn’t exactly the most conventional nursery, Nifty’s homemade mobiles probably used more insect parts than than ones you bought up top, Alastor had gifted them an old radio that looked straight out of the twenties and played haunting lullabies seemingly by itself, there were more rubber ducks than they’d probably ever need in their lives. And there was a demon pig snoring in the rocking chair like he considered himself on babysitting duty.

It was strange but it was all bits and pieces of the people who loved them, that would always matter more to Angel Dust.

They’d built two cribs but one was just turning into Fat Nugget’s, seeing as the twins refused to sleep apart from each other. The sliver of soft light from the hallway fell across two bundles of back fur, so deeply nestled in a crocheted blanket that Angel could only see enormous ears, a few pink feathers, a tail swaying softly in what he hoped was a sweet dream.

He knelt by their crib, almost afraid to approach, like he wasn’t fit to disturb this perfect scene straight out of a life he still didn’t know how he deserved. He was ninety percent of the way to convincing himself just to watch, to reassure himself they were safe and dreaming sweetly and leave them to it. But even though Angel was as quiet as he could be, even though Husk stayed in the doorway, letting his love have however many moments he needed, one black ear stood up straight, one little form shifted and broke away. A pair of mismatched eyes, one red and one gold, flickered open, a tiny mouth opened in a rose pink yawn. And immediately four little arms were reaching up to Angel, a soft keening was calling for him.

“Hey there, cuddle bug,” Angel gathered up his daughter, Bella, feeling her sleepy warmth as she immediately curled close, “Sorry, didn’t mean to wake you…or you…”

Because of course Howie was wriggling, trying to squirm towards his sister, paws opening and closing. Angel’s other set of hands gently untangled him from the blanket, lifted him to burrow against his pops’ jacket too.

Having them both in his arms, Angel felt something click deep inside him, a piece sliding into place. The tears he’d been trying to hold back since he walked through the door spilled hot down his cheeks, making the scratches on his face sting. When he held them, he wondered how he could ever bear to put them down, why he ever bothered looking anywhere else other than their sweet faces.

How he’d survived without them in his life.

“Baby…” Husk wound his arms around Angel’s middle, pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades.

“It’s okay,” Angel murmured, leaning into him, letting them hold their babies together, “Happy tears. Promise.”

Already about to sink back down into sleep, Howie and Bella both purred in perfect, raspy harmony, blinking up at Angel like they were determined to make him the last thing they looked at, like he and Husk were all that was good in the world and nothing else mattered. Here, in the middle of Hell, in the middle of a damnation they’d never earned, his children slept safe and sound because Angel Dust was here.

Valentino was punishing him, he was trying to break him beyond repair. But Angel would go through a lot worse for these two. There was nothing that fucker could come up with that would make him regret his children, this life he had with Husk.

“You wanna sit with them a little while?” Husk murmured, smiling when he felt Angel nod in relief.

Fat Nuggets gave up his seat willingly, curling up at Angel’s feet while he folded his lanky frame into the rocking chair, holding the twins close. Husk leaned against the back of it, his wings coming around to circle them protectively, one hand stroking Angel’s arm like he didn’t think he’d had enough loving contact to make up for what he’d been through that day.

“What do you think they dream about?” Husk rumbled, chuckling lovingly as Howie’s paws flexed in his sleep like he was kneading his favorite blanket, as Bella’s tail twitched like she was about to pounce.

Angel smiled softly, “Dinner time. Chasing dust bunnies. Blankets straight out of the dryer. Hanging off their daddy’s ears.”

He hoped it was all that and more, the small wonders in the life he won for them every single day. He hoped they dreamed about home, the way he did when he was in the studio, trying to get through the day.

Angel Dust would tell Husk not to wait up for him the next night. But he really hoped he wouldn’t listen.

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Just The Way You Are: A Huskerdust Fanfiction

Hello and welcome to a spoiler my new fanfiction: Just the Way You Are! I decided to create my own Huskerdust family AU because...my world revolves around fankids, so without further ado, please enjoy this angsty, fluffy, Huskerdust mpreg fanfiction!!

Coming to A03 soon!!! (....Hopefully)

(DISCLAIMER: This is only a SPOILER! I have yet to finish the actual story!!)

TW: body image issues, emotional/verbal abuse, mental breakdown/isolation, eating disorder(s), etc.

Images are the way one might present themself, whether it's socially, physically, or anything else. Images can be either a desired facade, or maybe something that is forced upon someone. Images can change overtime. Peoples' views of others can and will change. Sometimes that's hard to accept. In this case, Angel Dust is going through this image-change.

Angel Dust takes pride in his image-- or rather, his semblance. He's known as the hot, slutty, irresistible porn demon that everyone wanted to have inside of them. It has been this way since the start of his career as a prostitute working for the infamous lust overlord, Valentino. Nevertheless, his reputation had a change that was quite inevitable for the spider.

Although it was extremely uncommon, the demon found himself tangled in something that both he and society deemed impossible. He had gotten pregnant. This news came as a major shock to both himself and those in whom he told. That was months ago. Two, to be exact.

The arachnid-demon was now in the late stages of his second trimester, at around 26 weeks (6 months). This pregnancy was not treating Angel well by any means. Angel, who was used to a fast-paced, energetic lifestyle, had to either change or leave many things that he used to take part in, behind. Drugs, alcohol, and sex were things that the demon partook in on a daily basis. They were addictions, you could say, and having to drop all three, minus sex due to the nature his job, was nothing short of difficult for Angel.

He also struggled with both the physical and emotional changes that came with the pregnancy. Intense mood swings due to his hormonal levels often times left him in places that even he didn't want to be in himself. Not to mention the changes within his body. In his first trimester, he has developed a mild form of hyperemesis gravidarum, which confined him to the couch most of the time. The lack of activity was absolutely wretched for the demon, since he was used to being active all day.

Although Angel had to engage in these extra precautions due to the pregnancy, he wasn't alone in this. Charlie, Vaggie, Nifty and the others (-Alastor) all did their part in taking care of him. Albeit, Angel thought of Husk to be his biggest help in this whole situation.

Husker, who was also the soon-to-be-father of the little demon spawn, had been Angel's biggest beam of support throughout the entire ordeal. Whether it was giving Angel a soothing back rub in the middle of the night, or waiting up for him on the nights that he worked late, Husk was always there, even in Angel's darkest times. Angel appreciated these gestures beyond something that he could explain in words, and often it prompted him to apologize profusely to Husk, in which was returned by gentle reassurances. Husk always made sure to let Angel know that no matter the circumstances, that he would always be there for him.

However, despite their extremely close relationship and Husker's promises of comfort, protection, and support for Angel, there were some things that Angel struggled with mentally that Husk couldn't realize.

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That's all (teehee!)

This story is taking a while, but i'll try to finish up sometime soon.....I'm lazy though, so sometime soon is probably in like, 1000 years, LOL!

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