#HuskerDust family

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These are so adorable. I’ve been making gifs and couldn’t resist!

This is NOT my art!

Original Art By: @acro_f_noc on TikTok

[xlovely-liviix]

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

[hells-greatest-performers]

[royal-apple-cider-martini]

Angel, you're being a dick. Your dad can only take advantage of Lucy if Lucifer, Husk, and you let him. You are a grown ass adult with two husband's and 3 children of your own. Fuckin act like it

Henrion: *looking around* This place really is something. And you're managing all of this just the two of you?

Husk: *nodding* Yeah, it's a lot, but we're handling it. The kids keep us busy.

Henrion: *squints at Husk* You seem a bit tired. Everything alright?

Husk: *forcing a smile* Yeah, just the usual parenting stuff. Triplets, you know?

Henrion: *nodding slowly* I see. Well, as long as everything's in order.

**Henrion continues to interact with the triplets, seemingly placated for the moment**

Henrion: *after a while, still suspicious* You know, this mansion seems a bit too large for just the five of you. Are you sure there’s no one else here?

Angel Dust: *starting to sweat* Really, Dad, it’s just us. We wanted space for the kids to grow up.

Henrion: *raising an eyebrow* And how are you managing all this financially? You both must be working quite a bit.

Husk: *quickly* We’ve got some investments, and, well, you know how the entertainment business can be.

Henrion: *frowning* unconvinced I suppose...

*Just then, one of the triplets, Star, starts to fuss. Angel Dust picks her up and soothes her, trying to divert Henrion's attention*

Angel Dust: *smiling* Hey, Padre, look at Star. She's really starting to recognize people.

Henrion: *smiling despite himself* She's a darling. You must be so proud.

**As the conversation continues, a noise is heard from the direction of the bedroom where Lucifer is hiding**

Henrion: *suddenly alert* What was that?

Angel Dust: *quickly* Probably just the wind. Old houses like this, you know?

Henrion: *suspicious again* I’d like to take a look around. Just to make sure everything’s alright.

Angel Dust: *panicking internally* Padre, there's really no need—

Henrion: firmly No, I insist *starts to move towards the source of the noise*

[sophie-seokkie]

they are the definition of "found family" :(

[jules-9-7-1]

Trifecta of "ANGEL" talk

Niffty wants to STAB an Angel

Alastor wants to EAT an Angel

Husk wants to... heehee

[chaoticace2005]

Reasons the Mothman should die, collectively written by the residents of the Hazbin Hotel:

Coding for Characters: Vaggie, Charlie, Pentious, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, pretty much everyone

TW: References to abuse

He’s holding back Angel’s progress. (Vaggie, is killing really necessary?) (I am concerned about going after a Vee)

I’m hungry (ALASTOR!)

Ms. Angel gets nervous when on the phone with him.

His coat is tacky.

He’s a bug! And bugs must be DESTROYED!

So Angel stops feeling like he has to be so damn fake. This is getting on my fucking nerves.

HE LICKED CHARLIE!!! (Vaggie, wait it’s okay.)

Color scheme sucks. Purple AND red?!

He makes Angel sad, NOBODY should make Angel sad.

Those obnoxious glasses just make him look stupid.

He’s a manipulative, abusive prick.

ANGEL DIDN'T KNOW BOUNDARIES WERE A THING?!?!?!?!?!? (Honestly that explains a lot.)

NOBODY deserves to be in an abusive relationship.

Too many arms. Nobody needs that many. (...Angel has that many?) (Well maybe he shouldn't.)

Ms. Angel keeps coming home all messy!!

He’s ruining hearts for everyone. Me and Angel already have enough. At least those are on our bodies, what’s his excuse?

Hearts should not even be ASSOCIATED with Valentino, THIS IS NOT LOVE.

I can do without all the sexual depravity. While I am in Hell this is NOT one of the reasons.

If I have to hear that ringtone one more damn time-

The Eggies found some of his films. They should never be exposed to such horrors. Now I have to explain what “a sex” is.

Makes picture shows that are a disgrace to the idea of “entertainment.”

He’s making a bad name for Uncle Ozzie. This is NOT “lust.”

So we don’t have to listen to another one of Angel’s pornos. (Agreed, it’s quite horrifying!!)

So Ms. Angel isn’t tired when she gets home and can save the kinky stuff for then :) (Niff, really?)

So the kid stops coming home with bruises and cuts that I fix up at 3 am. (Husk, what the fuck?)

Because what the FUCK Valentino?

He keeps forcing Angel to do drugs. (HE WHAT?! Like crack??) (That but also I’m pretty sure whatever comes out of him is an aphrodisiac.)

I want to use his antenna as a backscratcher

Has that whole red color thing going on. Only I am allowed to wear red :) (Al, your text isn’t even red.) (My what?)

What is up with his red spit and smoke? Seriously disgusting.

The red stuff from him may be what allows Velvette to create her “Love Potions” which funds Vax’s stupid endeavors (Do you mean Vox?) (Who?)

FOR MY COLLECTION :D (…yeah okay.)

Really is making a bad name for Overlords. And not in the fun way.

Angel’s shown trauma signs of abuse in our meetings. Im pretty sure it’s Valentino.

Make a doll out of his fur so I have a main villain for roach puppet shows!!!

His only purpose is to keep Veks occupied but considering Vixen’s inane attempts to catch my attention it isn’t working.

So Angel can have his soul and he and Husk can run off into the sunset together like in a fanfiction!!! (Ah, yes that would be nice.) (WE WHAT?!) (Oh Husker, denial doesn’t suit you.)

So Angel can get a good boyfriend THAT’S NOT ME to stop these bullshit allegations.

So Angel can admit his feelings to Husker because our cat surely isn’t going to be the first to do it. (ALASTOR I SWEAR TO GOD!)

Who knows how many other people he’s abusing.

Seems to give Vicks confidence. He has enough of that as is. It much more fun to destroy him.

He makes Angel sad which makes Cherri sad!

HE HIT ANGEL!!!

Called my dear Rosie an "old hag" NOBODY CALLS ROSIE AN OLD HAG.

Angel is a good friend and deserves so much better.

I’ve forgotten what moths taste like.

He keeps trying to get Angel to move out :(

Told the kid he had to lose weight. What the actual FUCK. (Ill kill him.)

He’s annoying and looks quite stupid. How has this not been added yet?!

He’s making a bad name for Spanish speakers everywhere. (Yeah it’s embarrassing.) (Wait… what?)

He’s making a bad name for pansexuals everywhere.

He’s making a bad name for wing-holders everywhere. (HE HAS FUCKING WINGS?!) (Oh, yeah, I didn’t tell you?)

Too tall. This is ridiculous.

Won’t admit he’s blind so he’s become even more of a public safety hazard.

If I get one more transmission of him and Box commiting lascivious acts someone will be eaten. I don’t care who. What the purpose of these are I don’t know. Advertisement? (I think it’s to make you jealous boss.) (Ha! Jealous of what? Mediocre sex with a pathetic excuse for a businessman with a TV as a head?)

Because Angel deserves fucking better.

[satan-wishes-he-was-me]

y’know i know everyone loves to write cute stuff w someone (usually husk) calling angel “anthony” and it being all sweet and cute or whatever but hate to break it to you but my boy’s Italian you know his ass never went by anthony that boy was tony from the time he was born until he died

[princessfroslass]

I need a scene where Angel it's like, seen petting KeeKee or some demon cat-like creature and just being adorable with it- and in the very next scene Husk comically kills a spider that was crossing his path as Angel just....stares at him, super offended.

[oatmealdoodles]

“Found Family”

I’m not used to drawing so many people so this took twice as long

[bunny-is-cute]

Angel and husk you guys should not of had kids those poor things will be miserable, my question is will you ever put them up for adoption

Husk: *horrified* EXCUSE YOU?! WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! ANYONE TOUCHES MY KITTENS AND I WILL KILL THEM!

Angel Dust: WE ARE NOIR, VEGAS AND STAR’S PARENTS! NO ONE WILL HAVE OUR KIDS!

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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!

[hells-greatest-performers]

Lucifer, HUSK IS IN LABOR

Husk Gives Birth

Written by @bunny-is-cute

The dimly lit corridors of the hotel echoed with Husk's strained breaths and pained groans as he clung to Lucifer for support. His body was wracked with contractions, each wave of pain more intense than the last. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his grip on Lucifer's arm tightened with each step.

"Hang in there, Husk," Lucifer urged, his voice a rare mix of concern and determination. Despite his usual air of indifference, there was a palpable urgency in his movements as he guided Husk through the twisting halls of the hotel towards the infirmary.

"I don't know if I can do this," Husk gasped, his voice strained. The contractions were relentless, leaving him no time to catch his breath. Every muscle in his body screamed in agony, and fear gnawed at the edges of his consciousness. He'd been through a lot in his life, but nothing had prepared him for this.

"You don't have a choice," Lucifer replied, his tone firm but not unkind. "You're stronger than you think. Just focus on breathing."

Husk's vision blurred, and he stumbled, his legs threatening to give out. Lucifer caught him, his grip steady and reassuring. "We're almost there," Lucifer promised, though Husk could barely process the words through the haze of pain.

Finally, they reached the infirmary. Lucifer helped Husk onto the bed, the soft surface a slight relief from the relentless contractions. The medical staff sprang into action, preparing the necessary equipment and medications.

As another contraction hit, Husk cried out, his back arching off the bed. The pain was all-consuming, a fiery wave that seemed to last forever. Tears streamed down his face, and he clung to the bedrail, his knuckles white.

"Lucifer... I can't..." Husk's voice broke, the words barely a whisper. The fear and pain were overwhelming, threatening to drown him.

Lucifer leaned in close, his eyes locking onto Husk's. "You can. You have to. Focus on me, Husk. Just keep looking at me."

Husk tried to concentrate on anything, but he could only think about how this hike last year he was by Angel’s side as Freya was born.

But Angel wasn’t by his side now.

The contractions were coming faster now, each one more brutal than the last. Time seemed to stretch and blur, a torturous dance of pain and fear.

Hours passed, though it felt like an eternity. Husk was exhausted, his body and spirit pushed to their limits. The medical staff encouraged him, their voices a distant murmur in the background. Lucifer never left his side, his presence a constant anchor.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain reached a crescendo.

“PUSH HUSK! PUSH!” Lucifer cheered in.

Husk screamed, the sound raw and primal, as he bore down with the last of his strength. The world seemed to shatter around him, the pain reaching an unbearable peak before suddenly, blessedly, it broke.

A baby's cry filled the room, sharp and clear. Husk's body went limp, every ounce of energy drained from him. The relief was so profound it brought fresh tears to his eyes.

The medical staff moved quickly, tending to the newborn and Husk with practiced efficiency. Lucifer squeezed Husk's hand, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips. "You did it, Husk."

Husk could barely respond, his body trembling with exhaustion and relief. He watched through half-lidded eyes as the nurse placed the tiny, wailing bundle in his arms. The baby's cries softened as it nestled against him, and for a moment, the world outside the infirmary ceased to exist.

"You did it," Lucifer repeated, softer this time. "Both of you are safe."

Husk looked down at the baby, his heart swelling with a fierce, protective love. Despite the pain, the fear, and the anguish, it was all worth it.

[hazbinheard]

Angel: There's nothing that gays hate more than when people...

Husk & Angel: Treat us like women

Angel: We're not. We don't want to go to your baby shower, we don't have a time of the month, we don't love pink-

Husk: You love pink

Angel: No, pink loves me

[rirudrawsthings]

Angel legit looks good in everything

[zootopiathingz]

Angel: date someone who looks sexy when disappointed.

Husk: *glares at him*

Angel: see?