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TL:DR, local porn star snorts pepper. - 🐈‍⬛/🐕

Word count: 1915

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“Grnngh.. another fuckin’ day with Val I might just fuckin’ kill myself.” Angel whines, getting back to the hotel after work, sitting down in front of the bartender.

He takes the cocktail he always finds made for him on the counter of the bar and starts chugging it before he starts telling the bartender about how shitty Valentino is when he looks over to him and realizes he’s asleep.

“Whiskas?” He pokes and prods at the sleeping chimera-like cat demon before getting his hand swatted away by a half-asleep Husk.

*Sndrff*

“Mmmmhhhhmmm fuck do you want.” The cat says with a slightly congested sounding voice

“You uh- you good?”

Husk groggily looks up at Angel, turns around and inhales comically deeply, quickly realizing that was a bad decision, the sudden rush of cold air irritating his nose. He quickly turns around to stifle a few sneezes.

“hIH-XGNT- TSHH- HEHH-hh.” he internally groans, losing the last one and aggressively rubs his nose before turning back around to the spider.

“Fugck d’you mbeand by thadt.” The bartender says in an extremely agitated tone.

Cringing at the sound of the congestion rapidly seeping into his voice, the spider sheepishly responds “Uh.. nothin’ uh, jus’.. forget I said anything.”

“..glaldy.”

“h-h-*hhHH* *sdnff* fuuuuu… hhHATCHH-uh. Thdere idt is! Mby god!”

The jumping spider looks at him with concern for a moment before quickly looking away, not wanting to get shouted at by a grouchy, sick Husk.

Angel goes back to his room after drinking a few more glasses and lies down on his bed with Fat Nuggets for a few minutes, before a he hears a knock on his door.

“Charlie, I am not doing trust exercises at fucking 12:05 in the morning”

“Uh, itd’s ndot Charlie-.”

“Oh shit- Whiskas, that you?” realizing it’s him, Angel quickly puts on a seductive tone after hearing his voice.

“Come to see me babycakes? Why ya visiting me in my bedroom, hm?~ Wanna come a bit closer?~..”

“Shudt the fuck ubp. Do you have adny tissues ind here or ndot?”

“Uh.. and.. Why do you need them?” He asks, concerned, dropping the seductiveness and remembering the state the bartender was previously in.

“..there was a spbill odn the bar”

“Mm.. uh-huh. Sure kitty, whateva you say” He mumbles handing him the box of tissues, his concern for him rising with every moment.

There’s a short bit of silence after, only the sound of the slight hitching of breath from Husk and the straight radiation of suspicion and worry coming from Angel.

“..thangks.”

“Uh-huh.”

Right as Husk starts walking out of the room, he’s interrupted by a series of sneezes

“hh-.HETSHH-uh- HEPSHH-ehh.. fuckging hell..”

“..bless. D’you- uh- need anything? I think I probably have medicine somewhere around here..”

“..ndo. ‘m fidne, thangks.” He says quietly, speed walking out the door.

After the door slams shut, Angel hears more muffled coughs and sneezes from outside his room.

“Okay, yeah, he is definitely sick.” He mutters to himself.

—

Angel hears knocks on his door.

“Hm?”

“Hey Angel! We’re doing more exercises today!” The puppy-like-princess chirps at his door.

“Alright, fine. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“Okay! See you then!”

Angel slumps down onto his bed before breathing in deeply through his nose and getting out of bed.

After he finished his comically long morning routine, he walked downstairs and instinctively looked at the bar. It was empty. Now he needed to do the trust exercises without getting to even check up on Husk.

…

fuck.

—

After another long day at the studio, Angel came back to the hotel and slumped over at the bar.

“I needa drink.”

…

“Whiskers?”

“Uh, Angel? Are you gonna go to your room or are you just gonna… uh. Sit here?” Vaggie side-eyed him.

“Bitch, don’t you fuckin’ side eye ME.”

“I’m not the one who was fucking slumped at the bar waiting for someone who wasn’t even here for the ENTIRE. DAY.” She said, subconsciously flaring her wings out with her arms.

“Oh shut the fuck up, bitch, it was a long shoot, aight?... hold on, gone for the whole day? Where was he?”

“I don’t know. In his room?”

“Okay. Can I atleast still get a drink?”

Vaggie sighed and walked behind the bar counter and poured him a drink before sliding it over to him.

“Thanks, vagina.”

Just as Angel was about to grab the neck of the glass, Vaggie snatched it away from him and downed it in two seconds flat.

“FUCK YOU. IN THE BAD WAY.”

“Slow.”

“Ugh, whateva. I’m gonna go check up on Husk.” He says walking up the stairs to the chimera’s room.

Vaggie snorted.

“Bitch, what now?”

“Someone’s down bad.”

“FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN’ BITCH, I’LL KILL YOU AND YOUR FUCKIN’ DEMON BITCH, YOU KNOW FUCKIN’ NOTHIN’ ABOUT ME, I WILL FU-

“You never denied it,” Vaggie said with the most smug face known to the Pentagram.

“AGHH.” Angel shouts, storming off.

“Hey, before you go.”“WHAT DO YOU WANT NOW, MY FUCKING GOD.”

“Y’know, you’re not doing a great job of hiding the fact you’re concerned about your little Husky-poo.” Vaggie taunted. (“VAGINA I SWEAR-”) If you want him to take care of himself, you could, I don’t know, also pretend to also be sick?”

”That’s!-... actually a good idea. Damn, bitch, that's a sentence I thought I'd never say to you.”

“Okay, fuck you, now go away”

“fine.”

The spider starts thinking about Vaggie’s words. “How the fuck would I pretend to be sick anyway? Should’ve known vagina couldn’t have an actual good ideaaaa…?” His voice trails of as he walks past the kitchen, spotting a shaker full of pepper.

“Hmmmm.” Angel grins as he walks slowly towards the shaker. He makes a pile of the pepper and mentally prepares himself.

“Eh, I've done this before for my films, how bad could this even be?” He mumbles the last part “haven’t done it in a while though.”

“Whatever, ya only live- uh- die? Once!”

He starts inhaling the pepper.

“*COUGH COUGH* DAMN BITCH HOLY FUCKIN’ SHIT*COUGH*AUUH WHY IS IT SPICY ITS BURNING MY NOSTRILS”

—

“Vaggie, why is Angel running around the lobby screaming?” Charlie concerningly looks at Angel.

“He snorted pepper.”

“HE WHAT”

Vaggie sips her coffee.

“He snorted pepper.”

“Uh- okay.”

“This is so hilarious I’ve been recording him for 30 minutes now”

“…sweetie I really love you but…” Charlie points at Angel

—

Finally composing himself, he puts on some blush to make it look convincing.

“HUSKYYY~” Angel yells obnoxiously 2 octaves higher then his usual voice, making it half-sound like a moan.

“WHADT THE FUGCK DO YOU-” Angel listens to him shouting, before he gets cut off by something, which by what he can hear are muffled coughs.

He starts walking towards Husk’s room and knocks. “Can I come in pleaseee~ I-”

He cuts himself off with a few coughs. (eh, convincing enough.) he thinks to himself.

He hears a quiet growl from inside. “..sure.”

He slumps his shoulders before going in and puts a tired look on his face and goes into Husk’s room. Feathers and used tissues cover the floor, with empty booze bottles stacked in the corner. Oh my satan, the feathers. They were piled up, some in clumps and some in groups of only one or two. Same with the tissues. “sheesh, that’s a lot,”Angel thinks, hiding a sympathetic cringe for the cat.

Husk’s fur is matted and unclean, the fur on his tail is bent and his wings have uneven clumps of feathers. The fur around his nose has thinned, probably from rubbing too hard with tissues.

“Whadt hapbened tdo you? You look like shidt.”

“Ndot pbossible,” Husk says mockingly in a higher octave, wincing at the effort it took.

“Ha-ha. Very fudny. You sure you dond’t need anything? Ya look this close frobm collabpsing.”

“Could say the sabme for you.”

Angel internally cheers. He remembers to maybe thank Vaggie later.

“Adnyways, I feel like shidt. (“you loogk ligke shidt”) cadn I pblease lay dowdn with youu~?”

“..fidne.”

“YESSSS” He internally screams.

He pounces on the cat, launching him onto the bed.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go get Nuggs~!”

Husk pinches his nose and acts annoyed. That is, until Angel leaves. After the spider left his room, he smiled. (Well, the closest thing he could to smile in his current condition)

Angel comes back holding the pig and placing him softly on Husk’s lap

“Ookay! Now I’m gonna go get some medicine for you okay??”

“Arend’t you also *sdnnf* sigck? Where’d all’f this ednergy combe frobm? Odne secgond you’re coughigg nd sdneezing and a segcond away frobm crumbling, and ndow you’re agctig ligke a lil’ *snddddddfff* kid who found a dollar odn the sidewalk.”

“Uhhh. Allergies?” Angel shrugged. “Anyways, you need medicine. Be right back!”

“AW COBME THE FU-” the door slams shut and he hears the quick footsteps of the spider running

The spider comes back, panting. “Huhh.. I got some medicine, here.” He says, laying out all of it and placing 3 full boxes of tissues beside him.

“Here, wear one of these, it’ll be more comfortable.” He says, throwing one of his robes and sweaters at Husk.

“I- whadt- agh, combe odn. Itd’s ndot *SNDDFFFF* that bad.”

“Ah, shut the fuck up and put it on Whiskas, what, you too pussy (pun intended -authors) to be seen in somethin’ a’ mine?”

“Oh fugck you, fidne.”

“Ha.”

“Shudt ubp.” He throws on the robe and Angel overdramatically falls onto the bed next to him

“Now take your medicine. I have water if you need it.

“Mmhfff… thangks..”

“Don’t mention it.”

“…”

“Hey, do your wings normally shed that much?” Angel’s the first to speak.

“I dodn’t kndow, I dond’t really *COUGH COUGH* (Angel winces at the sound) pbay attentiodn to thebm.”

“Aren’t you supposed to like, preen them or sumn’?” He asks, handing a cup of water over to him.

“Yeah I thingk so. Ndever really bothered tdo, though.”

“I don’t know, that looks really uncomfortable to me.”

Husk’s wings subconsciously twitched, scattering some loose feathers on the bed, causing Angel to sharply suck it with his teeth bared at the sight.

“Itd’s ndot thadt bad…”

“Oh, no, no, this is a mess, I gotta fix this up. How, exactly, are you supposed to do this?” The spider mutters, taking out all his 6 arms and grabbing a comb with one hand, running the other through the cat’s fur and using the others to get him into a position that he could work on with that was still comfortable for Husk.

“I dodn’t kndow, just pbick out adny loose feathers, I guess. I thingk you’re also s’pbosed to oil themb.”

“Do you have anything for that?”

“Yeah, I thingk idt’s idn mby drawer.”

Turns out, having 6 hands was pretty convenient for something like this. Angel used the sweater as something to put all the loose feathers and oil his wings, and after a surprisingly short time, other than the occasional interruptions from him having to sneeze (the feathers everywhere weren’t helping), but afterwards, Husk’s wings were practically unrecognizable to the mess of feathers that it was earlier today. Just as Angel was admiring his work, he noticed a slight hitch in the chimera’s breath.

“hh..hHH-”

“..ohh shit.” he mutters, just as the other demon started sneezing again, scattering the feathers everywhere.

#angel dust #huskerdust #hazbin hotel #casinohearts #ao3 fanfic #sicfic

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