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In honor of Angel's Birthday, I present my first official Hazbin Fic 👀 I hope some of you will enjoy! 💗

Pairing: Angel/Husk

Rating: Birthday fluff/smut, Explicit/18+ - Minors DNI

Word Count: 2,895

And if you'd prefer to read it on Ao3, you can do that here!

Angel couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such an amazing birthday. Either in his life or his afterlife. Most years he’d spent the day desperately trying to forget that the day had held any significance at all. Especially once he’d signed his contract with Val, who always seemed intent on making his birthdays even worse than they already were. Last year had been exceptionally awful, with barely a moment's break between all the guys he’d had to service before he was allowed to stumble back to his bedroom to wash the stench of the day off of him. Of course, Val had put the smallest of efforts in to smooth things over, even bringing a stale cupcake with an unlit candle to his room late into the night. As if that would make any difference.

Nope, most birthdays Angel spent the evening crying himself to sleep, holding Fat Nuggets close to his overly used body until he finally drifted off.

But this year, things had started off differently. Though he woke up with the same familiar dread that hung over him every year, the first thing he opened his eyes to was a text from Charlie, telling him that she’d gotten Lucifer to bully Val into giving him the day off - with only a simple message from Val that stated, “Rest up, slut. Tomorrow’s a double load.” Fuck it, Angel thought to himself, he didn’t care. He had the whole day to himself! He could barely contain his excitement, squealing as he hugged his beloved pet pig to his chest and kissed him on the top of the head.

“How ‘bout that, Nug? Guess movin’ in here wasn’t sucha bad idea, huh?”

The small pig licked his face in response and Angel smiled. Of course he knew that. He was well aware that moving into the Hotel was undoubtedly one of the best decisions he’d ever made for himself. And for someone who was almost constantly making the absolute worst decisions possible, that was really saying something.

Angel decided to spend the majority of his morning lounging in bed, just simply enjoying his freedom and replying to some birthday messages from his friends, with Cherri, of course, trying to talk him into going out to the club with her to celebrate. Though, when he came across a message from Husk, his heart fluttered a little and he knew exactly how he'd be spending his evening . ”Happy Birthday, legs. Make sure to come by the bar for a drink later.” He felt a lopsided smile move across his lips that was quickly accompanied by a flush to his cheeks. It was no secret that he held an immense soft spot for the bartender, and from what he could tell, the feeling was mostly mutual. The two had grown incredibly close since the last extermination day, and had even shared a few kisses since then.

In all honesty, he thought about taking things further with Husk on a daily basis, but.. Husk meant much more to him than just a one-night fling or another paying customer. And Angel wanted things to happen naturally between the two of them. He wanted that soft, all encompassing sort of sex that he’d only ever read about or seen in movies. He, for lack of a better term, wanted him and Husk to make love.. not just fuck and be done with it, like everybody else in his life. But, when it came down to it , he wasn’t even sure if a mess like him deserved such a thing. To be loved and cherished in such a way..

Angel sighed, stretching all four of his arms over his head before swinging his legs over the side of his bed and making his way to the shower. If he was actually gonna spend his birthday however he wanted, he was going to smell and look good doing it. Not that he didn’t usually anyways. He’d admittedly spent longer in the shower than he intended to. With his mind wandering to images of Husk every time his fingers traced over certain parts of his body. And he couldn't help but wonder if the bartender ever thought of him in that way. If Husk’s hands ever wandered over his own body to the thought of him - late at night, when the hotel was quiet and fast asleep.

The image alone made the demon-

“Geez, Angel.. get ya mind outtah the guttah.” He chuckled to himself. It was barely noon and he was already horny. Which wasn’t entirely surprising for the porn star, but today wasn’t about that.

He exited the shower and toweled off before selecting a favorite outfit from his closet. A light gray fitted suit jacket with pink and white accents and torn off sleeves, and a pair of bright pink bootie shorts. Taking a moment to blow dry his chest fluff for some extra floof, he threw on a pair of black thigh highs and made his way downstairs.

“Well, hey there, birthday boy!” Charlie exclaimed as she ran over to him and wrapped him in a hug, making Angel chuckle.

“Hiya, dollface. Can’t thank ya enough for gettin’ me a day off from Val.”

Charlie beamed. “My pleasure! Dad was all too happy to help, really!”

“Yeah, Charlie just happened to mention to Lucifer how Valentino licked her arm that one time.” Vaggie added, chuckling.

“Ah, shit, yah. Sorry ‘bout that, Charlie.” Angel replied, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Pssh! Enough about that, it’s your birthdayyy!” Charlie exclaimed, shaking him.

“Yeah. Happy birthday, legs.”

Husk’s voice came quietly from behind the counter, immediately drawing Angel’s gaze that way. The bartender smirking softly at him while cleaning a glass.

“Thanks, whiskahs.”

“Yes. Bonne fête, my effeminate fellow!”Alastor added with a smile while Niffty jumped up and down excitedly next to him, making a sound similar to that of a gremlin.

“Eheh.. can I clean your room for you, Angel? For your birthday?!”

“Uhhh.. sure, Nif.” Angel replied, shaking his head as she happily ran off up the stairs - cleaning supplies in tow. “She’s got issues.”

“Don’t we all?” Husk countered with a smirk.

“Heh.. ya got me there, darlin’.”

Angel gave the bartender a wink but Husk only rolled his eyes at the pet name, though the smile never left his lips.

“Yeah, yeah.. how about that drink?”

“Ya read my mind.”

He took the seat directly across from where Husk was standing and leaned his body over the bar, resting his chin on his hand. A quiet adoration in the spider demon’s eyes as he watched the man expertly make him a drink. His hands moving in slow, smooth motions through each step, stirring the mixture to perfection before placing the silken, pink drink in front of Angel.

“You’re looking good, legs” He added. Angel smirked, taking the drink between two fingers and raised it to his lips.

“Ain’t I always?”

Husk rolled his eyes. “Fuck, just take the compliment.”

The smug smirk on Angel’s lips quickly turned softer as he looked up at the bartender. “... Thanks, Husk.”

The majority of the day went rather similar, with the two enjoying each other’s company over drinks. A myriad of flirtatious quips and soft gazes, the conversation becoming more and more heated as the day went on until finally around dinner time when Charlie insisted on treating Angel to all of his favorite foods, pausing the moment for about an hour or so.

But, even still. Even in those minutes where the hotel was lively with friendship and bristling with laughter - the two men’s eyes never failed to find each other. The energy that flowed between them almost palpable as they caught each other's gaze. Angel’s cheeks were more sore from smiling than they’d been in a long time - warm with flush, each dusted in a soft pink hue.

.. a fact, of course, that Angel would blame simply on the alcohol.

Though, as the evening started to die down, with the hours growing longer and longer into the night, the demon found himself growing more and more eager for everyone else to go to bed. And the moment it did, with everyone hugging the Birthday demon a goodnight, Angel resumed his earlier place at the bar. Watching contently as Husk finished rinsing the last of the glasses.

“Have a good day, legs?”

“Mh.. tha best.”

“Good. You deserve it.”

Angel smiled softly as he twirled a piece of chest fluff between two fingers and blushed.

“Ya?” He asked.

“One hundred percent.” The bartender replied with a wink, making Angel blush even harder.

“Y’know what would just put the absolute cherry on top?”

“Hmm.. let me guess, a kiss?”

Angel had been chuckling prior to Husk’s response, originally planning to say something dripping with innuendos that he honestly could no longer remember, the flush on his cheeks now a dazzling pink against his moonlit fur.

“I- .. oh.. I mean.. ah.. if.. ya wanna?”

Angel played with the same piece of fluff nervously as he looked up, lips ready and slightly parted.

“Heh.. I offered, didn't I?”

“Yah.. o’course.. just.. ah, alright.”

It was still weird for Angel, for someone to disarm him in such a way. Where his normally flirty persona was replaced with an unfamiliar, soft vulnerability - yearning to be loved, to be touched - cherished. He leaned in slowly, his breath hitching in his throat as Husk's lips pressed against his own - gently at first, then quickly burning with heat. A soft whimper as the bartender's hands came to cup his jaw, pulling Angel closer. It was a languid kiss - slow and intent, with their tongues dancing warmly over each other until the two finally pulled apart, panting.

“Ah, woah.” Angel whispered - eyes wide and cheeks flushed.

“Heh. My sentiments exactly.”

Angel cleared his throat before sitting back down. “Well.. uh, happy birthday ta me.”

“You think that was your birthday gift?”

“Yes? N-no? Maybe?”

“Legs, you ain't seen nothin’ yet.”

The spider demon swallowed, watching intently as Husk made his way around the counter and held out his hand to him. The moment he took it Angel found himself being twirled into the lobby, the world spinning around him as Husk gave him a dip, his strong arms holding him securely - closely.

“Oh, Husky! Ya sure know how ta treat a demon-”

The smirk that coated Angel's lips was swiftly replaced by another kiss. This one deeper, hungrier, passionate. The lingering taste of whiskey on Husk’s tongue, the air of desire that surrounded him. It was all Angel could take before his arousal became ever more prominent in his shorts.

He pulled back for a breath, panting in want.

“Husk.. we should probably sto-”

“Fuck, I want you, Angel. Did I not make that clear?”

The bartender's gaze was soft as he looked down upon his dance partner, still holding Angel in a dip.

Angel bit his bottom lip. “Are ya sure?”

Husk grinned. “One hundred percent.”

He kissed him again, even deeper this time but Angel pulled back still, causing Husk to raise an eyebrow.

“Everything alright?”

“Yah, just.. y’know.. I don't want this ta be no one time fling, Husk.” Angel whispered, averting his eyes. His chest aching at the prospect that that might not be what the bartender wanted. But Husk only cupped his cheek gently, bringing his gaze back to him.

“Angie..you could never be a one time fling. Not a hundred time fling. Not a thousand.”

Angel blushed. “Oh yah? What kinda fling am I then?’

“A forever kinda fling.”

Husk's voice was softer than Angel had ever heard it before, the tone of it immediately causing the demon’s heart to do little somersaults in his chest.

“Ya smooth talker, you.” He replied, slapping Husk on the shoulder in deflection.

“I mean it, Angel.”

“O-oh.”

This time it was Angel that initiated the kiss, almost knocking Husk over in the process. Though, it didn't take long before the two had made their way up the stairs, practically clawing at each other's clothes by the time they’d reached Angel’s door.

“Fuck, how are ya sucha good kisser, Husky?”

“Shut up already so I can show you just how good I am.”

Angel moaned as the bartender kissed him even harder, nipping softly at his bottom lip as the two pushed through the bedroom door. The moment Angel’s back hit the bed the world became softer. Warmer. Their clothes discarded in a pile on the floor and their bodies flush against each other. He found that the ex-overlord was much warmer than Angel had expected, with Husk's soft fur pressing against his own. The fiery kisses that had once claimed their lips growing more and more tender with each indulgent sweep of their tongues. Hands roaming over each other in a dance of desire.

Angel couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so comfortable - so safe. His eyes half lidded as he looked up, taking in the sight of Husk's blush-dusted cheeks, gaze filled with want. With adoration. With something much softer that he couldn't quite label yet.

Maybe it was love.

Maybe.

But for now Angel just wanted to enjoy the tender moment without overthinking it. He knew he cared deeply for the bartender, and that he felt safer in his arms than anyone he’d ever encountered before. And for now, that was enough. And more than he thought he’d ever deserved, honestly.

But still, Angel couldn't resist the urge to tease him.. just a bit.

“Oh yes.. take me, daddy.” He whispered into Husk's ear with a smirk.

The bartender growled. “I swear to Satan, Angel.”

The spider demon chuckled before placing soft kisses from the bottom of Husk's ear and down to his jawline and lips. His eyes nothing but sincere as he spoke again, this time wrapping his lower arms around Husk’s hips while his other pair remained placed softly over his head.

“I’m yours for the takin’, Husk.” He whispered.

It was the first time he’d heard Husk's breath grow even a little shaky, his eyes warm as he held the demon’s gaze, placing his hands gently over Angel’s as he framed his face and slowly slid into him.

“Ah-”

Quiet sounds from both men before Husk’s lips were back on his lover's. Angel moaning loudly as he felt himself stretch around the bartender, his manhood filling him out even more than he’d expected.

“F-fuck, Husk.”

His words cut short by another moan as Husk thrusted himself in deeper, stuffing the demon in the most delicious way.

“You're beautiful, Angel, you know that?” The bartender whispered - praise skating across Angel’s ear, making him whimper. His arousal growing firmer by the second between his legs.

Their bodies moved in tangent, writhing against each other. Soft kisses turned passionate and deep, though always remaining gentle in nature. Even when Husk nipped sofly at his neck - it was careful, tender. The moment was exactly like all those romantic sex scenes Angel had read about late into night - when he’d felt alone - when he’d lie awake hoping for just a smidge of softness within his hellscape and his life with Val.

And now he had it, grasped tangibly within his hands and pressed flush against his body. Every meticulous thrust from the bartender's hip sending his pleasure higher and higher while his manhood grew harder against his stomach, twitching with each exquisite movement.

“Mmph.. I dunno how much longer I'm gonna last.” Angel practically whined.

“Mmh.” Husk growled softly, kissing him again as he picked up his pace and brought a hand down to slowly stroke over Angel’s cock - quickly building his pleasure to an all encompassing climax as he screamed out his lover's name into the night. Husk’s own arousal spilling out deliciously into him, filling him. Their bodies entwined in one another, breaths nothing more than pant as they fell against the bed.

“Holy.. fuck.”

“Heh, wasn't nothin’ holy about that, legs.” Husk chuckled, catching his breath.

“Ehh, I dunno .. there was definitely ‘holes’ involved.” Angel replied with a smirk, making Husk shake his head in laughter.

The two laid silent for a moment as they let their breaths settle. Angel fingers stroking softly through Husk's fur to the ebb and flow of his breath as he continues to lay on his chest, the demon's eyes slowly starting to grow heavy until the bartender sat up abruptly, stirring him.

“Eh, hold on. I got something for yah.”

“Oh? Ready ta go again already, whiskahs?

“Pssh, get your mind outtah the gutter, Angie!”

Husk yelled the words playfully from the hallway before quickly making his way back into the dimly lit room, his body framed in candle light by the tiny pink cupcake that sat in his hands - complete with pink frosting and a single lit candle in the middle of it. Angel sat up surprised, his blush swiftly returning to his cheeks.

“Ah.. what's this?”

“Gotta have a birthday wish, don’tcha?”

Angel took the small cupcake into his hands and held it like it was the most precious thing in Hell. A soft smile moving across his lips as he looked up at the bartender, eyes gleaming with unspent tears.

“Well, looks like I already got everythin’ I wanted, tho.” He replied with a smile, blowing out the candle.

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