#petting fat nuggets at the same time

[corpusdiem-seizethedead]

Husk: Angel once texted me "your adorable" so I texted him back "No, YOU'RE adorable".

Charlie: …And?

Husk: And now we're dating, we've been dating for three months.

Husk: All I did was point out a typo, but I like him, so l'm not complaining.

[hazbin-writings-and-musings]

Hey there!! Can I request Angel Dust x reader romance headcanons by chance? Thank you so much!!❤️

Indeed you can, dear anon! Gotta love our dear spider boy!

One of the first big milestones in your relationship is being introduced to Fat Nuggets. That little HellPig means everything to Angel, so it's understandably important to him that the two of you get along, especially if things are going to get serious. Thankfully, the little pig adores you from the moment he meets you; cuddling up for pets, oinking happily, and zooming about with excitement until he tuckers himself out. Angel takes that as a stamp of approval.

- Hope you're up for some PDA, because he rather enjoys being affectionate in front of others, and that includes everything from being sweet and schmoopy to hot and heavy, though he prefers the former when in more familiar company. When out on the town, he's much more inclined to get handsy, and he really wants you to do the same. Just take care not to smudge his makeup. On the softer end of the spectrum, he loves to cuddle up on the couches in the Hotel parlor, laying his long frame over or under yours for a four armed embrace. Depending on who's taller, sitting on each other's lap is also a must, which he'll joke is just a way to conserve available chairs for other guests.

- He knows he's attractive, and he certainly wants to hear you say so, but he's also quite big on compliments that don't focus on his appearance, even if he doesn't say as much. Praising his sense of humor, his combat prowess, or his kindness will always make his day, and it's one of the few things that can still get him flustered. Compliments on his style make him equally happy, as he puts a great deal of effort into choosing outfits and maintaining his appearance, so having that time be appreciated let's him know you respect it.

- He's somewhat wary of gifts, coming from a background where everything has a string attached, but going slow and heeding his boundaries will allow him to see you don't expect anything in return. Little presents actually mean the most to him, especially when you take the time to get something meaningful to him specifically. A new collar for Fat Nuggets, a rare palette from his favorite eyeshadow brand, a pair of sunglasses to compliment an incomplete outfit... He rarely knows how to express his gratitude, but the fierceness with which he protects every item speaks for itself.

- He likes to go on dates, and always wants there to be a bit of variety to keep things fun. Going out to clubs, seeing a show, fancy dinner dates... He wants to do it all, and he's got the cash to make it happen. Even if he's paying though, he'll love it if you show some chivalry. Open his door, escort him to the table, pull out his seat; that sort of thing will turn it from a good evening to a great one in his books, because it shows that you see him as someone to respect and cherish, and he's secretly got quite a thing for classic romance.

[im-just-a-br0adway-baby]

Hazbin Hotel Headcanons

I thought I'd do a couple of my own Hazbin Hotel headcanons that have been stirring in my brain for the last few months. Some of these may have made an appearance in some of my previous fanfictions.

Charlie and Angel Dust both have the biggest stuffed animal collections at the hotel. They like to get into friendly, sibling-like competitions to see who has the bigger stuffed animal collection.

Building onto that, KeeKee and Fat Nuggets love to bury themselves in their respective owner's stuffed animal pile to see if they notice.

Alastor's favorite part of the nighttime routine is telling the everyone else stories about his childhood and when he was alive. Everyone else love his stories.

THIS ONE'S A BIT ON THE DARK SIDE, FAIR WARNING: Vaggie was a victim of the 27 Club

Angel's biggest turn-on is someone who is super passionate. The first time Husk kissed his neck, Angel got an instant nut.

Speaking of, the only reason Angel was acting so sexual around Husk during the first half of the season was because he didn't know how to flirt (or even talk to his crushes) properly. Since he's been working for Valentino for a while, all he knew was over-the-top sexual innuendos.

Angel is the only one that's allowed to pet Husk, but he's only allowed to do it when they're alone. Also, petting Husk behind his left ear knocks him out after a while.

Charlie and Vaggie love to spend time alone in the lobby when everyone else is asleep watching some of Vaggie's favorite telenovelas that she used to watch with her abuela when she was a kid. Vaggie would translate for Charlie so she would understand what was going on.

This version of Heaven and Hell have all the same stores, restaurants, business, etc. that we do here on Earth, however, it can differ quite a bit. For example, there's not a single Chick-Fil-A in Hell, but Heaven has a Chick-Fil-A on every other block.

Lilith, Rosie, and Carmilla all have the stereotypical "mom cackle." They're already super loud apart, but if they were ever together, it would be OVER for Charlie and Vaggie and they would want to hide in a hole forever.

Lilith is just as silly as Lucifer and Charlie, she just doesn't show that side of her in public

Charlie, Lucifer, Niffty, and Sir Pentious are all autistic, however, in the case of Niffty and Sir Pentious, they were never diagnosed when they were alive given the time periods they lived in

The girls and Angel love to do sleepover nights in the lobby every month. Their sleepovers are filled with the most unhinged stuff you can imagine

The sleepover nights were Angel and Cherri Bomb's idea and Charlie loved it so much she followed through

Speaking of bonding, the crew's favorite bonding exercise? Improv nights! Everyone loves to play improv games, and it gets the energy up and everyone is super hilarious!

Although Vaggie is the one that volunteers to host because she's the only one that's not super big on being funny on the spot

[coffeewithcocoa]

HIIIIIII OK SO HERE I AM, I wanna ask if maybe you could write like angel x male reader (trans or not up to you) where the reader comforts him maybe after a hard day of work or smthng? My boy needs love and affection😭💗

HERE YOU GO! 🫡

YES ANGEL NEEDS LOVE AND CARE!! I threw a mental breakdown in here:)

Comforting An Angel

Angel Dust x Male Reader

I put male, hope that’s okay!

Summary: You give him comfort after a hard day of work.

(Look at the precious Ange)

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You were waiting in your lovely boyfriend’s, Angel Dusts, room for his return. He told you that he was going to come back late since Valentino wanted to shoot some more stuff with him. Which you understood but you still felt bad for him, especially since his boss is a creep.

You hated Valentino with all your guts. You hated him so much that you would sell your soul so Angel didn’t have to deal with him. He’s told you countless of times though that everything’s fine and that he’s fine, which didn’t make you feel better at all.

After some time of just zoning out and playing with Angels pig, fat nuggets, you got a text from him saying that he just got back and he’s heading to his room. Though you didn’t want to wait anymore so you hopped out of his bed, grabbed Fat Nuggets, and ran straight to the stairs.

Fat nugget oinked at you. “I’m not slowing down!” You told him as if he could talk. When you got halfway there you saw Angel with a liquor bottle in his hand and a tired expression on his face. Your face turned soft as you approached him, letting fat nuggets go and surprise him.

A small gasp left him as he went on his knees and had Nuggs just into his arms. “Awh hi my fat nuggets! How was your day with your other daddy, huh?” His went to a baby voice making you chuckle.

“How was your day Angel?” You gave him a smile. He sighed, grabbing the liquor bottle and standing up. “Stressful.” Your face changed to a softer one, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go to your room and you can talk about it, okay?” He nodded with a weak smile.

The walk back to his room felt quicker when he was actually with you. You opened his room door for him just as a kind act for him. He took a seat on his bed, placing Fat Nuggets In front of him. The liquor bottle being placed on his nightstand.

You took a seat in front of Fat Nuggets, petting him as you looked at Angel. “Could we maybe…cuddle?” He moved his legs so they were to his chest. You nodded, “Of course.” You grabbed Fat Nuggets carefully and sat closer to Angel.

He moved himself so he could easily grab you. Fat Nuggets was in the middle of you guys. “What did Val do this time?” Your voice came out stern.

“He’s into this water boardin’ shit now. He says it’s a kink..” He shrugs, his attention mostly towards Fat Nuggets. “So he’s been drowning you all day?” You rose an eyebrow at him. He nodded, “he gave me some breaks..only around a few seconds.” He tried defending Valentino.

Angel had told you the shit that he does behind closed doors away from the public. It sickens you. “Why’d you sign the contract?” You looked up at him, him doing the same to you. “‘Cause before then I loved him.” You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Oh Angel.” Tears flooded his eyes, quickly spilling out as he hugged Fat nuggets tightly. You moved behind him so you could lay on his bed. He moved his head to the crook of your neck.

You hugged him towards your body. “I wish I hadn’t signed that fuckin’ contract.” Angel said between sobs. “I know, it’s okay..shhh.” You gently rubbed his back, giving him kisses on his forehead.

A few minutes later the sobs stopped. You moved yourself back to see his sleeping face. He was hugging a sleeping Fat Nuggets that was in between the both of you. You chuckled as you kissed his damp cheek, “Have a nice rest love.”

With that you closed your eyes and fell asleep with a smile on your face.

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ITS A BIT RUSHED AT THE END IM SORRY😭 Hope you like it though.

Who else hates Valentino?:D

•Have a nice day/night!•

[alastorsbookie10228]

HIIIII im returning to help flood your inbox ! 😋

so uhhhhh could you maybe write about Husk like comforting reader (gn again please if you don't mind❤️) about a tough day at school, like the readers a teen and idk it js went rlly bad bc schools going back in and my week hasn't been the greatest 🥲 (I SHOULDVE STAYED SICK FOR LONGER OHMYGOSH KAKEKWJSJ) yeah but and platonic (OBVIOUSLY 💀😭) but like yk like husks their like father figure in a way?? Idk i js love the kitty and want him to comfort me😭

and ps thank u for the angel fic, i loved it and ur sweet as well ! ❤️

and i hope you're doing good:)

oh my goodness, all my friends' first week SUCKED and i've been imagining scenarios like this ALL DAY!!

anyway...now presenting...!

It's okay, kid. it'll be alright

Husk x reader (platonic) x Angel Dust (also platonic)

you sigh as you push open the doors to the Hazbin Hotel, throwing your bookbag to the side with a sigh. you blink back tears as you walk to the bar and slump into the seat beside Angel.

"hey, kid. you alright?" Husk asks, pouring your favorite soda into a glass and sliding it to you.

then it happens.

before you can catch yourself, you're sobbing into Husks chest as you fall to the floor.

"it was horrible! all the teachers are so mean, and that one girl that bullied me last year is in my math class!" you sob into his chest.

he rubs your back comfortingly and looks at Angel, slightly concerned.

"heya toots, ya wanna go watch a movie? make some cookies?" Angel offers with a small smile.

you sniffle and nod, standing up with Husk. you all walk to Angel's room, you reaching the door first as you were ecstatic to see Fat Nuggets. you smile and pick the pig up, snuggling him tightly.

Husk and Angel stand in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"they love that pig, don't they?" Angel says, and Husk nods.

"yeah. i been thinking, and i'm gonna get them a pet. not a dog though, because Alastor doesn't like dogs. maybe a hamster or a bird." Husk says, and they both walk into the room.

"alright, kid. you pick the movie." Angel hands you the remote, and you quickly play your favorite movie, causing them to laugh.

"it's gonna be the same every time, huh?" Husk asks, and you nod.

Angel and Husk lay on either side of you as you hold a snoring Fat Nuggets. your eyes start to droop slightly, and you lean towards Husk.

he looked down at you with a small smile and holds you.

"thank you for everything, dad" you say half asleep, and Husk's eyes widen, along with Angel's.

that sentence alone brought small tears to Husk's eyes, and he swore he'd never been so happy.

[starlightrosa]

Husk's Manicure

With thanks and full credit to @kitselfindulgencefluff for this wonderful idea in a discord server we're both in! I just had to write this, tis too cute!

Pairing: Husk/Angel Dust - or Huskerdust as we know them <3

Summary: Husk allows Angel to do his nails. Husk, however, was not counting on it to tickle so much. But fret not, for our cat pays it back in kind.

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Tickling, lotsa teasing, swearing, romantic Huskerdust, much fluff ahead, tons of cute fluffy pet names they both use, non-English words (in italics, translation list at the bottom haha)

Enjoy!

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“Huskie?”

“Yeah, my dove?” Husk asked, looking from the book he was happily reading, as he looked to his beautiful boyfriend Angel Dust, curled happily on top of him as the two enjoyed each other’s company. From losers to lovers. Husk loved Angel dearly, and he could tell Angel felt the same.

“Can I do your nails? Give my favourite kitty a manicure? Pleeeeease? Pretty pleeeease?” Angel begged.

“I ain’t your damn mannequin.” Husk grumbled in an effort to regain some of his usual grumpy demeanour from this soft scene between the two, though the effect was lost both from the soft voice and the little smile to Angel. He jokingly put his book back up to his face, enjoying the whimper from Angel as his book was lowered back down by one of the spider sinner’s many hands, and he was faced with the biggest puppy eyes (spider eyes?) he’d ever seen.

“Pleaseeee, Huskie! Ya know I love ya, so much.” Angel tried again. Husk chuckled and softly kissed the top of Angel’s head. Damn it, this spider was turning him soft. But how could he ever say no to someone like Angel? The short answer to that question was the fact that it was impossible to ever refuse Angel Dust, because Angel deserved the world. To Husk, Angel was his world.

“For you, mi corazon. For you, I’ll sit through it, because you are my beautiful spider. Just don’t put any pink glittery shit on me. I don’t look good in glitter.” Husk joked.

Angel had a wide grin as he cuddled deeper into Husk’s warm fur. “You’re still beautiful enough for me, Huskie~!”

Husk chuckled, his wings curling around Angel’s body in a protective manner, their hearts beating softly in time with one another. “Oh shut up, you sap.”

“Make me, cutie.” Angel shot back with a wink, his tone sickeningly adoring. “Can I do your nails yet?” the alluring spider asked.

Husk sighed dramatically. “Fine, fine. But no pink glittery shit, you hear me?”

Angel grinned and gently pushed himself off of Husk.

“Got it, babe. I’ll be right back!” he said, running upstairs to his hotel room to go fetch what he needed. His therapy pig, Fat Nuggets was dozing gently in his little pet bed as Angel grabbed his tools of choice. Nail files, hand moisturiser, nail clippers, a buffer, a clear base and top coating for the actual nail painting bit and some cleansing wipes in case Angel made a mistake and needed to quickly correct it.

Angel hurried down the grandeur stairs to the lobby and hurried back into the room, his heeled boots clicking softly. Husk was there waiting, his claws on display. A bit overgrown and a bit dulled, no doubt from lack of care. But Angel would have them looking gorgeous in no time.

Angel knelt down on the floor and took Husk’s left hand, immediately starting to remove the cuticles and buffing each claw carefully. His slender fingers grazed over Husk’s paw pads. Normally, Angel wouldn’t have even noticed, but the choked down giggle and barely repressed squirming from Husk made Angel’s focus break.

“Pfft- Huskie, what was that noise?”

“Shut it, Legs. You know what you’re doin’…” Husk responded grumpily, trying to gently tug his hand out of Angel’s grip. But the spider sinner turned his palms up, letting Angel see the paw pads and the toe beans on both of Husk’s hands.

“Oh my fucking God…” Angel murmured, looking to Husk like he was a precious treasure. “You have fuckin’ BEANS!”

“T-They’re my paw pads, not beans!” Husk tried to explain, but Angel squealed loudly in sheer cuteness overload. His boyfriend just kept on surprising him every damn day, and Angel grinned. A whole new part of his Husk to love, right along with the rest of him.

Now that Angel knew Husk had ticklish little paw pads, he tried his best to continue on with the nail treatment, enjoying Husk’s laughter. Angel didn’t think he’d ever seen Husk so… content, and the domestic scene was sweeter than sugar.

“So this is why ya never let me hold ya hand out in public~! Your little paw pads are so ticklish, ya can’t even handle me holdin’ your hand. That’s adorable, Huskie!” Angel teased, his fuzzy fingers sweeping gently over Husk’s palms.

“Hah, fuck! Angel, thahahat fuckin’ tihihickles! Ya prihihick, cut that ohohout!” Husk demanded, the annoyed effect he wanted completely diminished by the honey-sweet giggles that left the grumpy cat’s lips.

“Ohh, this tickles? Damn, I wonder what’d happen if I just, y’know, did this.”

Before Husk could protest, Angel pressed his lips to the paw pad and blew a gentle raspberry. And I shall throw my hat down and say with the utmost sincerity to you, dear reader, that Husk fucking snorted.

“HAHAHA, JEHEHESUS! FUHUHUCKIN’ STAHAHAP! AHAHAHANGEL, I CAN’T-!” Husk wailed, his tail whacking against the armrest of the sofa where he sat, another loud snort leaving him as Angel simply did the same thing to the other hand this time. And when Angel pulled away, the spider sinner snickered before he fell into laughter himself.

“Hahaha, dihihid you fuckin’ SNORT? You sure you’re a cat, Huskie? Maybe you’re a piggy on Old McDonald’s farm. With a snort-snort here, and a snort-snort there and all.” Angel teased, an almost evil smile on his face.

“E-I-E-I-Oh, go fuck yourself.” Husk joked right back, laughing along with his boyfriend, both from his own response to Angel’s quip as well as the tickling happening on his paw pads. He did not remember his hands ever being this ticklish while he was alive.

Eventually after what felt like literal centuries but was probably only a couple hours, Angel managed to buff Husk’s nails into a better state, and filed the overgrowth away, leaving his nails much more catlike and slender.

Angel pulled away at last, and Husk flexed his new nails. Damn, they were near unrecognisable. They looked… good.

“Do ya like ‘em?” Angel asked. Husk found himself smiling.

“You did great, my dove.” Husk murmured, before he got quite a fun idea. He slowly let his mouth tick upwards into a cheeky grin, looking at Angel.

“U-Uh? Huskie? Why are ya lookin’ at me like that? Unless ya, heh, see somethin’ ya like~?” Angel asked, trying to tease Husk a little more.

“Oh, there’s a lot I like seein’ when it comes to you, little dove. But I think my claws would just looooove to meet those cute little sides of yours.” Husk crooned, his aforementioned claws wriggling slightly.

Angel gulped. Uh oh. He got up and started to back away from Husk, but the cat was quicker and simply tugged Angel back sharply. Angel stumbled over his fashionable boots and Husk caught him, one hand gently guiding the alluring arachnid to the floor, as Husk straddled his waist and smirked.

“H-Huskie, plehehease! Dohohon’t!” Angel begged, already seeing those nails. Oh Christ, that was gonna be crazy ticklish if Husk got his hands on him.

“Aw, why not? My claws just wanna meet the person who took care of them so well~ don’t be shy, little dove. Come say hi to them. There’s only ten of them to say hi to!” Husk responded.

“Ooh, look at this. My claws are sooo close to saying hi! They’re just dyin’ to meet ya, Angel. Just sooooo close to those little sides, and hips. Can’t wait to tickle ‘em all I want, and have ya giggling like the lil cutie you are~!”

Angel whined through his laughter bubbling past his lips. “F-Fuck… Huskie, plehehease! Gehehet it ohohover wihihihith!” Angel begged.

“Your wish is my command, you adorable little arachnid.” Husk crooned, before his claws met Angel’s sides, the tickling finally starting, which was both a blessing and a curse for the poor ticklish spider. Being left in anticipation for so long, Angel had no damn chance to ever resist. He fell apart instantly.

“NOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!” Angel cackled, squirming for all he was worth. Husk snickered at the over-the-top reaction.

“Goddamn, you get more ticklish here or somethin’?” Husk asked, his claws not letting up even once.

“STAHAHAHAP!”

“Stop? Oh hell no, I’ve just gotten started. Tickle, tickle, bellissimo ragno!” Husk cooed, still tickling his sides happily.

Angel’s blush brightened at the Italian words rolling off his lover’s tongue, and Angel responded in kind.

“F-FaHAHAHAHA! F-Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà!” Angel begged, laughter overtaking him as his legs kicked out behind Husk. Husk’s ears twitched as he heard Angel out and snickered.

“Mercy? You want mercy, eh? Is my sweet spider too ticklish? Is he?” Husk enquired, those damn ticklish claws not once letting up. Angel would have lasted much longer… if it were not for the fact that Husk’s claws were scratching gently at his hips, and it basically drove the poor spider over the edge.

“Yes! Yes! I’m too ticklish! Please, Huskie! Enough! I give up!” Angel babbled, his laughter going silent as he went limp.

Husk slowed his claws, settling for just tapping them gently on the spider’s hips, allowing Angel to take a breather. Angel gasped and slumped against Husk, the back of his hand pressing against his mouth to muffle the leftover giggles he still had.

Husk ran his claws through Angel’s hair. Angel sighed and laid in Husk’s lap, enjoying the feeling of Husk fussing with his luscious white and pink locks.

“Feels so nice, Huskie.” Angel murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“Yeah, I know. Go to sleep, little dove. I’m not goin’ anywhere.” Husk murmured, still raking his soft hands through his beloved’s hair.

“G’night, Huskie…” Angel whispered, feeling his eyes close.

“Goodnight, Angel. Ti amo, bellissimo ragno.” Husk murmured. Angel couldn’t help but smile, mumbling the last word as he fell asleep in Husk’s arms.

“Anch'io ti amo, Huskie...”

Husk smiled. Maybe this was what happiness looked like.

The End!

(TRANSLATION LIST HERE)

Mi corazon - my heart (Spanish)

bellissimo ragno - beautiful spider. (Italian)

Fa il solletico, Husk! Per favore! Abbi pietà - It tickles, Husk! Please! Have mercy! (Italian)

Anch'io ti amo - I love you too. (Italian)

[sleepingdeath-light]

relationship hcs ; angel dust

requested by ; sweatpants anon (16/02/24)

fandom(s) ; hazbin hotel

fandom masterlist(s) ; here

character(s) ; angel dust

outline ; “Angel Dust relationship headcanons!

-Sweatpants Anon”

note ; reader is assumed as being masc aligned because angel dust is canonically gay ^^

warning(s) ; some canon typical angsty topics are touched upon, but mostly fluff!

because of just how long he’s spent under valentino’s control and directly in the public eye, it takes a long time and a whole lot of patience to be able to even begin to convince angel that your interest in him is because of more than just his body — and even then he’ll still have his moments of self doubt, regression, and self isolation throughout your time together (though, thankfully, those do become less and less frequent as time goes on and your relationship becomes more solid and serious)

angel dust is by no means afraid of a little pda and loves showing you off whenever and wherever the opportunity arises — be that through more innocent displays like holding hands or pecking you on the lips/cheek, or through something a bit raunchier like explicitly flirting with you or making out with you at whatever bar or club you happen to be in ar the time — but that doesn’t mean he’s not cautious about keeping you and your relationship away from the prying eyes of his boss or anyone who might clue valentino into angel’s private life

he’s happy to be called any and all pet names that you can think of, the cuter the better in his eyes, and for his part he tends to use a mix of more traditional and complimentary terms of endearment for you, alternating between them depending on how much he wants to tease you in the moment — going from calling you ‘babe’ after thanking you for fetching him a drink when he’s too lazy to get up himself, to whining and calling you ‘baby’ when he feels like you’re ignoring him, to jokingly patting you on the backside to make you yelp and calling you something like ‘hot stuff’ or ‘daddy’ just to see you get all flustered

if you wear clothes that are the same size as him (or, even better, a size or a few bigger than him) then you can pretty much guarantee that angel dust will start raiding your closet and wearing your jumpers/shirts/jackets on his days off — and while he does occasionally do it to show off your relationship or to tease you about how good he looks in your clothes, it’s also a comfort thing for him and it helps him stay calm or get to sleep when you’re away from your shared room for one reason or another

dates with angel dust happen about as frequently as his schedule allows — i.e. if neither of you have commitments elsewhere, you’re gonna be spending time together in one way or another (even if it just means staying in bed with fat nuggets in your comfiest pyjamas watching whatever new show you’ve both gotten into lately)

angel dust has a distinct jealous streak that can cause him to act in one of two ways depending on his mood: if he’s in a more comfortable and confident spot in your relationship then he’ll just saunter over to you both and make it abundantly clear that you belong to him and he’s not in the business of sharing, but if he’s in a really bad spot mentally or very intoxicated then he’s much more likely to actually lash out at the person — storming over, grabbing you by the arm and threatening their life before you have to drag him somewhere private to help him calm down and not cause a scene (read: do something that would get him in trouble with either vaggie or his boss depending on who the offending party is)

he’s forever texting you, even when you’re both in the same room, and his messages can be anything from out of context photos (of him, of you, of someone he’s with, or just a post he’s seen on social media that reminded him of you), to random bits of gossip, to reminders of when he’s going to be home (or him asking you when you’ll be home when you’re out and about), to the occasional ‘love you’ or flirtatious message when he’s feeling a bit sentimental — bonus bits: your contact name in his phone is ‘baby’ followed by an ungodly amount of heart emojis, and your contact photo is a picture of the two of you both mid-laugh that he took during one of your many late nights spent in his room at the hotel

his home screen and lock screen on his phone are also silly photos of the two of you — one being from when you visited him during one of his drag shows and another being of the two of you intentionally pulling stupid faces just to make the other laugh (he can’t remember when it was taken all he knows is that it’s one of his favourite pictures and it makes him smile whenever he unlocks his phone)

angel dust is also incredibly protective over you and he isn’t above attacking anyone who tries to cause you harm (or that has succeeded at harming you in the past) — he was part of a gang in life and, rest assured, he’s more than happy to make use of the skills he gained throughout his mortal life to keep you safe (or even just to gain your approval if you have a habit of praising him for being an excellent shot)

while he’s definitely appreciative of words of affirmation as a love language, angel dust mainly resonates with the idea of quality time — being able to be with you as himself without the expectation of acting like something he’s not, or even having to do anything at all, is incredibly important to him and allows him to become more comfortable with being his real self (being ‘anthony’ instead of ‘angel dust’) around you

that’s not to say that he’s not a fan of ‘acts of service’ and ‘gift giving’ if those are your defaults — spoil him rotten, take him on a shopping spree, pamper him after a long day of work, learn how to cook his favourite meals, etc. — and he’ll definitely make it clear just how much he appreciates being taken care of by you, but it just so happens that quality time is the love language that resonates with him the most (beyond physical affection, but that’s just his default with everyone and doesn’t feel as personal to him as spending time together)

he refers to you collectively as fat nuggets’ parents (or ‘daddies’ if you’re comfortable with the term) and will jokingly scold you for neglecting him and your ‘son’ whenever you’re too bus with work or something else to lounge in bed with them

[theinsanefox]

Comfort, Purrs, and Whiskey

(also can be read on AO3)

“Fuck!”

Angel slams the door shut behind him as he storms into the hotel.

Fucking Val. Fucking Val.

There’s a loud crash as Angel kicks over a side table in the lobby of the hotel. He feels a flash of guilt for a moment, but Niffty will clean it up later. Then he feels another wave of guilt but brushes it off as he continues towards his destination.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake! Really, Angel!?” Of course, Vaggie is there. She’s always there when Angel needs a moment of fucking peace.

Angel flips her off as he stomps his way over to the bar. “Fuck off. I had a bad day.”

“You always have a bad day.” Vaggie appears beside him as he stands in front of the empty bar, arms crossed and hip cocked to the side. If he wasn’t aware of her former life as an exorcist angel, he’d almost wonder where her attitude came from.

Where the hell is Husk? He wonders, ignoring Vaggie as she tears into him about the table. The exact words are lost on him.

“Don’t take it out on the hotel. That’s not fair to Charlie. And you don’t want to piss off Alastor.”

Angel doesn’t even respond and instead reaches across the counter to grab the bottle of whiskey he knows Husk keeps there just for him. “I ain’t scared of Alastor. Sorry about the table. I’ll be in my room.”

“Angel, wait—” Vaggie doesn’t get to finish as Angel walks off down the hallway, taking a swig straight from the bottle.

The door to his room is already slightly ajar when he gets there, and Angel wonders if he forgot to close it on his way out. But when he pushes the door open, he finds Husk asleep on the bed, Fat Nuggets curled up at his feet.

Angel can’t help a small smile at the scene. He quickly strips down to his underwear and takes several more swigs of the whiskey before plopping into the chair at his desk.

“Mm—Angel?” Husk is suddenly sitting up, stifling a yawn as he seeks out Angel. “Sorry. Must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you.”

“Don’t worry about it, Whiskers.” Angel waves him off. “Val kept me late again, anyway.”

Husk’s eyes narrow, as if he could pick up on the stress Angel was trying so hard to hide. “What did that fucker do this time?”

“Nothing. Just the same shit he always does.”

Angel knows Husk isn’t buying it.

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.” Angel pops the ‘p’ in the word as he swirls the liquor in the bottle, watching the amber liquid spin until he makes a mini whirlpool in the bottle.

“Okay.”

Several minutes tick by in silence, and now it’s Angel’s turn to stifle a yawn. He’s gotten about a quarter of the way through the bottle of whiskey and is feeling a pleasant buzz, enough that the horrors of the workday are starting to ebb away.

“Come here.” Husk finally says, and Angel goes to him like a sailor to a siren.

Angel crawls under the covers, accidentally kicking Fat Nuggets in the process.

“Sorry, buddy!” he gasps, but Fat Nuggets licks his cheek. Angel takes that as a sign he’s forgiven and kisses his pet on his head before settling back in with Husk.

Just as Angel closes his eyes, he feels a familiar vibration, making the stress of the day melt away bit by bit. Somehow, no matter how awful his day is, Husk’s purrs always manage to calm him down.

“Thanks, Whiskers.” Angel smiles into the fur of Husk’s head as he drifts off to sleep.

“Anytime.”

[scekrex]

HIII🫶🫶🫶🫶💍💍💍

I had an idea for a adam xm!reader and its like reader became in a way a sort of friends with the main cast of the demons (Charlie, Vaggie angel ect.) and adam finds out about it when he finds reader with fat nuggets in hel for funzies idk im not so great at English its absolutely not my first language nor the second so if its a complicated idea you can just scrap it dww!!

Furthermore i hope you have a great rest of you’re day 🫶🫶

Sup hun, I simply assumed you mean angel!reader bc it makes the most sense (and it's what I've written) hope ya like it xoxo/p

Forbidden fruits cause damage

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

You knew you weren't allowed to, you knew that if Sera or the other seraphims were to find out, they wouldn't let you come back, that you would only see Adam once a year during extermination day and it really messed with your head to be constantly reminded of how tight heaven's rules were.

And yet you came back over and over again.

At first it had been to visit Charlie's hotel, to make sure she wasn't violating any rules heaven had made - that had been an order from Sera. But when Charlie had greeted you so warmly as if she was one of your closest friends and Niffty had dubbed you 'totally hot not-badboy' you couldn't resist when it came to visiting these shitheads.

At first your visits had been rare, they had been a once every couple month kinda deal, you needed to be careful not to draw any attention to you after all. But soon every couple months turned into once a month, once a month became once every two weeks and every two weeks quickly switched to every week.

And while heaven seemed to either not notice or not care enough - maybe they thought you were doing business with Lucifer, who knew - Adam noticed. Of course your boyfriend would notice that every week you'd suddenly disappear for an entire day. You always made sure to leave early in the morning to be back for dinner. However, whenever you left during the early morning hours Adam woke up due to the lack of warmth that you took with you when you left. He was a cuddly guy, even if he would never admit it so of course he would notice his beloved boyfriend’s absence.

Today was yet another day to visit hell. So you went down to hell early, you had left Adam a note that stated something along the lines of 'visiting Ma & Pa, see ya tonight, big guy'. He however wasn't buying any of it. You had once lied to him by telling him you were hanging out with a friend of yours and when Adam had left the apartment for a walk he had seen said friend alone. The same thing happened a couple weeks later again.

He crumbled the little note in his hand and threw it onto the bed. He trusted you, he really did, but then there were his insecurities. His first and second wife had both decided to cheat on him and leave him. What prevented you from doing so too? He didn't know and the thoughts of you fucking another guy were eating him alive.

What if you disappeared once a week to enjoy time with someone who was more charming and loving than him? With someone who'd constantly tell you how much he loves you instead of jokingly insulting you? He couldn't stand his mind for fucking him up so badly, he wanted to crash his head against a wall until it would split open, but he didn't.

Instead he snapped his fingers to let a small orb appear in front of him. The scene the orb showed him was fogged up at first but the picture got clearer only seconds later. He felt disgusting for spying on you, wanted to scratch the skin off of his bones and claw out his eyes but it was the only thing that quieted down his mind at least a little bit.

The orb showed you a bright smile on your face as you held a little pig, petting the small animal lovingly. Next to you stood Angel Dust.

Angel Dust?

“Fat Nuggets really loves you, y’know, poor baby always gets sad when you have to leave,” the pornstar explained with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. Adam couldn't believe what he was seeing. You were in hell, even worse: you were in hell to hang out with the demon scum like it was the most normal thing to do for an angel as pure as you were. The brunette was so overwhelmed by his feelings that he didn't even recognize it when the orb disappeared again, the only thing that was on his mind was why you didn't tell him.

You were apparently regularly hanging out in hell and instead of telling him you always made up some sad excuses why you were gone for the day. Did you not feel comfortable sharing such a big secret? Adam's mind went crazy, the wildest trains of thoughts were running through his head and there was not a single thing the first man was able to do about it, the only thing that was possible in a situation such as his was to take it.

-

When you got home that evening Adam was walking up and down in the living room. “You okay, babes?” you casually asked, your voice didn't indicate that you had been lying to him for months, it didn't indicate that you had just gotten back to heaven after spending the entire day with some demon fuck-ups. “You wanna explain me where the fuck you were?” Adam asked instead of answering your question and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes gave away that he was pissed about something yet they were glued onto your body leaning against the door frame. “I wrote you a note, I was-” you were about to explain but the first man to ever be created didn't let you finish, “Fuck you and fuck your lies. You weren't visiting your parents bitch, you were in hell visiting the demon fuck-ups who think redemption is possible.”

You frowned at his words - yes that was true but how the fuck did Adam know about that? “What? So you were spying on me?” you questioned his behavior and stepped towards Adam. The brunette seemed to be close to crying yet his body was ready for a fist fight. “After I figured out you lied to me twice about hanging out with friends? Duh,” he made a hand movement that was supposed to symbolize something along the lines ‘obviously I did’.

You let out a deep sigh. He was right. And that was way too fucking hard to actually admit. But you swallowed your pride and gave in. You walked past him, your hand reached out for him but he flinched away from your touch which resulted in you sitting on the couch alone. He didn't move an inch from the spot he was standing on, the only thing he did was to turn around in order to look at you. “I’m sorry.” A look of surprise washed over the brunette's face and his body language visibly softened. He had expected many things but an apology without a fight hadn't been one of them. “What?” he dumbly asked as he blinked at you in confusion. His wings, which had been fluffed up to make him seem bigger than he already was, dropped until they were pressed against his sides again. His beautiful golden eyes which had been full of anger only moments ago had softened too, they reflected empathy.

You couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes as you continued to speak so you stared at the floor instead, “I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I visited hell without telling you, I know I should have but -” you shook your head as you paused for a moment. “No. No excuses. I was afraid of your reaction to it, I know you hate them, I know you hate their project but they're actually so sweet and caring and- and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about all of it. I should have shared this with you.”

Now it was Adam who sighed as he flopped down onto the couch next to you, he kept his distance though, “I don't fucking like that you're visiting them, what if one day you'll get locked out of heaven? The fuck am I supposed to do without you?” You glanced at him from the corner of your eyes. “I honestly don't fucking care who you're friends with and what they are. That's your fucking life, I won't control that shit, that's yours to decide. Just promise me to be fucking careful ‘n’ stop fucking lying to me about it.” You nodded silently, it was the only response that felt right in that moment.

“N remember, if I have to go to fucking hell just to fuck your juicy little ass, I fucking will. You're not safe from me, not even down there,” the grin in Adam's voice was audible and you peeked up a little only to see the taller man grinning down at you. That made you smile a little.

-

It was the next day that you called Charlie to inform her that you wouldn't be able to visit as regularly anymore. You weren't willing to risk everything, especially Adam. She being the supportive girl she was obviously understood. “Who are we talking to?” Adam asked sleepily as he entered the kitchen, the poor man had just woken up and followed your voice immediately. “Charlie,” you cheered at him, “You wanna say hi?” You held your phone in front of his face, his mimic was a mix between annoyance and sleepiness as he spoke, “Sup, bitch.” Then he went to make himself a coffee. “You want one too, babes?” he offered to you and you nodded before giving him a quick ‘thank you’ kiss. “Was that Adam?” Charlie asked in surprise over the phone. “Yeah, y’know how I told ya that we're dating?” Your words made pride bloom in Adam's chest, you had been talking to your new friends about him and you weren't hiding that he was your boyfriend even though Charlie and Adam weren't exactly on good terms. “Well yeah you mentioned that but I didn't think- nevermind. I hope you two have a wonderful morning, I assume we'll see each other in two months?” Lucifer's daughter seemed eager to get off the phone now that she knew that Adam was with you. You chuckled at that, “Yeah, sure, see ya then.”

Once the call ended Adam turned around with a sharp grin on his lips, “So, how's hell reacting to a pure babes like you dating me?”

[fizziepopangel]

“Sometimes, I kill mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others.”

Despite not coming across as the sharpest crayon in the box, Niffty is actually quite bright.

Along with killing mother bugs in front of their children as a warning to others, she also captures bugs in jars. She jars lined up along her walls in her room. No one will go into her room for this reason.

She would absolutely vibe with the song Dirrty by Christina Aguilera.

Niffty is closest to Husk because their souls are owned by the same overlord, so she often gives him small gifts and cooks/bakes for him.

Oftentimes, Niffty will use her short stature to sneak up on the other hotel residents to scare them since no one ever really looks down considering she’s the only one not normally at eye level. The only one she hasn’t been able to scare by doing this is Alastor.

Unbeknownst to everyone but Alastor, Niffty was a dominatrix in hell before selling her soul to the radio demon.

All of her clothes are hand sewn by her and she often patches clothes for the others. Sometimes she’ll just steal things from everyone else when she notices it needs patching so she can fix it. It drives everyone nuts, but she always returns the items good as new.

She has ADHD and Charlie has tried to get her to take medication for it, but Niffty didn’t like the way it made her feel. Despite being a bit annoying and scary to the others around the hotel, Niffty loves herself the way she is and refuses to change herself drastically for any reason whatsoever.

Her hyperfixation on men is the result of trauma, but Niffty herself doesn’t see it as a bad thing at this point since she has felt more control over the men she’s legitimately let get close to her since she’s been in hell.

While Angel Dust doesn’t trust Niffty to watch Fat Nuggets on her own, she loves to spend time with the little demon pig when Husk babysits him. She can play with the little creature for hours.

Despite being closest to the bartending hell cat, Niffty doesn’t actually drink every often if at all so Husk makes her mocktails so she isn’t left out when the others drink together.

Niffty is the type to wholeheartedly try to fight an angel during the extermination. Charlie has to tie her up to keep her inside during that time…. She enjoys being tied up during this time way more than she should.

After finding out that Alastor was a cannibal, she was curious about it. After trying it herself, Niffty decided that it wasn’t for her taste.

Niffty has mastered the art of “the puppy dog eyes' ' and” and often uses that talent on Charlie and Sir Pentious to get her way.

When she’s not overly sexual and borderline terrifying the others, she enjoys cuddling with anyone who is willing and often cuddles with Fat Nuggets when Angel allows her to.

Keekee won’t allow Niffty to get too close to her because of the small demon's inability to sit still very long. Niffty does her best to move slower and sit still in order to pet and cuddle the cute little creature but she hasn’t mastered the art of being chill yet so it almost never lasts longer than a few moments.

[ang3l-fac33]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Queen Angel Dust. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

angel dust x m!reader.

genre:fluff, a bit of suggestiveness, not proofread.

you were a resident of the hazbin hotel and had your own room, but currently you were in angel dusts room, spread out on his plush pink couch as you watched him dress in drag in front of his mirror. he looked to be gassing himself up, giving his mirror self small winks and grins.

you snorted in amusement and rolled your eyes, moving your hand to gently stroke fat nuggets, who was curled up next to you. the demon pig let out a snort as a response before nesting himself deeper into the soft fabric of the couch to get himself more comfortable.

angel sometimes liked to dress in drag. sometimes for no reason, other times for special occasions. he wanted to try some new make up he found along with a wig, and invited you in while he tried it on, wanting to know your opinions on his new look.

“what’s so funny over there doll?” angel dust asks, his brow raised as he applied more makeup to his face. after a few seconds he paused to turn and look at you, a smirk plastered on his face.

for a moment you just stared at him with slightly wide eyes, captured by all his beauty. you hadn’t really gotten a good look of his front until now, and it was safe to say you were impressed. all of the makeup looked good on him, and not to mention that sparkling dress he wore, it being slightly tight to show off his curves. and the beautiful blonde wig he was wearing.

when you continued to stare for a few seconds without saying anything, angel just laughed. “whaaat? am i really that pretty?” he asked teasingly, placing a hand on his hip.

his cockiness snapped you out of your daze and you scoffed, almost seeming to be embarrassed you got caught staring so hard. “oh shut up..” you mumbled, going to pet fat nuggets to distract yourself from the heat in your cheeks.

angel dust laughed again before putting down the makeup he was using, and made his way over to you. he plopped down next to you, making sure to get real close when he did, that same smug and cocky smirk on his lips. “are you too shy to say anything more?” he asked in a low tone, leaning his face in close to yours.

you swallowed the lump in your throat, your cheeks immediately starting to burn even more. you opened and closed your mouth, unable to find the right words to say. angel dust was just too gorgeous of a demon and he knew it, using it to his full advantage.

angel dust had cupped your cheeks with one set of hands, while the other two rested on your hips. he leaned in even more, your lips almost touching. there was panic and a flustered look in your eyes that made angel dust amused. it was always so easy to get you like this.

“so i’m guessin’ you like what you see?” he asked in a low, flirty tone, wiggling his eyebrows. he scooted closer to you so now that your legs were touching, and that same sultry look was still in his eyes. “y’think i look good in all of this? i guess i can call this look a big success.”

before you could answer he already climbed on top of you and pressed his lips to yours, staining your lips with red lipstick. you melted into it quite easily, as you always did around angel dust. he was just so hard to resist and you loved it.

angel dust hummed into the kiss, teasingly nipping at your bottom lip, causing you to moan slightly. you wrap your arms around him, letting him lean you further against the couch.

the motion disturbed fat nuggets, causing him to snort in irritation before leaping off the couch. neither of you noticed, too busy in your little make out session.

it went on for a bit, getting a bit more spicy as the seconds passed. angel dust really knew how to drive you wild, knew how to make you want so much more. angel was just about to start undoing your belt until a loud knock came from the other side of the rooms door, causing you both to jolt and freeze.

angel seemed a bit annoyed that they were interrupted but slid off you to go answer the door. he was greeted by charlie on the other side, a wide smile on her face. but when she noticed angels new look she squealed in delight.

“oh my goodness! you look absolutely amazing!” she said, her eyes sparkling. though she did notice his lipstick was a bit smudged.. hmm. “anyway.. it’s time for our hotel’s dialy get together! were going to try out some trust falling one more time!”

angel scoffed and groaned, though he knew better than to argue with her. when charlie wanted to do something she was really persistent on it. “be down in a sec, toots.” he replied before shutting the door.

you had sat up on the couch, rubbing the stained lipstick from your lips, looking a bit dazed. you two were lucky that charlie hadn’t noticed you from the doorway or she would’ve definitely caught on to what the two of you were about to do.

“you heard her, doll. we shouldn’t keep the princess waiting. but we’ll definitely continue where we left off afterwards.” he spoke with a smile, sending you a wink. he then sighed. “don’t really feel like changing.. ya mind if i go out like this?”

you blinked and nodded. you two were boyfriends after all. you leaped at the chance to show off how stunning your partner was. “well then let’s get goin’”

angel grabbed your hand and helped you up from the couch, fixing up your hair a bit to make it look less ruffled. he gave you a kiss to your cheek before leading the two of you out of his room.

you were sure that he left another lipstick mark on your cheek, but this time you didn’t care. you wanted all of the hotel to know you were his.

(sorry this took so long but i hope you like it! <3)

[hazshit-hotel-hater]

Does that pig that Angel owns still exist in this rewrite

ABSOLUTELY. Fat Nuggets is a requirement always. I have changed how he got him from canon but it’s a little bit the same?

In canon—I don’t know why they changed it to this—Valentino gave Angel Fat Nuggets and then they gave us no more substance than that. Prior to this Angel supposedly found him behind a grocery store or something which I like a lot more so Ive somewhat combined the two so instead of just one or the other, Valentino still offered Fat Nuggets to Angel but he wasn’t really looking for a pet at the time so he declined which resulted in Valentino throwing Fat Nuggets out behind a dumpster somewhere. Later on in the day Angel ended up passing said dumpster after getting some things at the store and noticed him again and decided to take Fat Nuggets in anyway since originally he assumed Valentino would’ve just given him to someone else instead of throwing him on the street.

This is also somewhere in the 4-5 year gap after Angel made his contract so during this time Valentino was starting to become more abusive which made Angel sort of sympathise with a pig in a dumpster since that was basically how he’d been getting treated recently as well.

Later on I’ll make a post on how contracts work and all that junk but today just the pig

[darkwitch1999]

Wait, what if Violette made Marc play “Can Your Pet?”.

Noelle: (tapping her fingers together with an evil grin on her face) What a delightfully malicious idea....I could use your assistance on this one.

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Anciel Residance: Marc’s Bedroom

(Marc and Violette were sitting alone in Marc’s room as Violette watched her friend download an app onto his tablet. Violette suddenly gets a text notification on her phone which prompts her to pick up her phone and read the message.)

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: Did you do it yet?

(Violette rolls her eyes at the message and starts texting them back.)

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: Yes Noe, you strange psychopath! Marc is downloading “Can Your Pet?” app right now and I will start recording his reaction when he gets to the “best part”. Everything is going according to plan.

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: Excellent! I can’t wait to see the look of sheer traumatizing horror on his face when he gets to the end of the game!!!!! MWA HA HA HA HAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! 😈😈😈😈😈😈

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: ….Noe, have you ever considered seeing a therapist? Hypothetically speaking of course.

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: My old guidance counselor said the same thing…..weird, but nah, I’m good. 😁

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: Riiiigggghhhhhtttt…..anyway, remind me again why you couldn’t do this yourself? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad to get in on the joke….especially if you keep up your end of the bargain, but why do you need my help?

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: Well, I wanted to reuse the “Let’s Play A Game” line with Marc like I have done with previous victims, but I think people are starting to catch on to be wary of when someone sends you that message.

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: Yeah, I think they definitely knew that something was up after that prank you did on Marinette, which by the was brutal so you can hardly blame them.

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: LOL! I know, right? You should’ve seen the look on her face when she opened her locker! It was priceless! That look of absolute horror was definitely worth all the time and effort I put into that prank!

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: How did you manage to pull all that off anyway? I feel like some of the things you did are worth further explanation.

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: It’s a very long story. I’ll tell you later. Right now, just be sure you’re ready to record Marc’s reaction and I’ll keep up my end by keeping you off of my “Horror-Ween Scare List”…..this year at least.

🔪😈HazbinBossFanatic😈🔪: Yeah, I got it. Don’t worry. You’ll get to revel in the sheer terror of your victims.

🎃😈Horror-Ween Maniac🎃😈: Excellent! You’re the best, Vi!

Marc: Okay, the game just finished downloading.

Violette: (puts down her phone and scoots closer to Marc to look at the screen) Alright, let’s fire this game up! Trust me, you are going to love it!

(Unbeknownst to his friend’s ulterior motives, the writer started the game on his tablet, immediately awing at the adorableness of the baby chick on the “START” screen. After pressing start, the screen transitioned to the beginning of the game where players name their baby chicks before they hatch.)

Violette: So what are you going to name your little chick? Might I recommend the name "Fat Nuggets"?

Marc: Fat Nuggets is a pig.

Violette: True, but it also works both ways. You know, "Nuggets" like chicken nuggets?

Marc: (thinks for a moment) Tempting suggestion, but I'm going to pass. (starts typing in a name) Besides, I already have a name in mind. I'm going to name him "Lil' Bold".

Violette: Aww, that's a cute name! What made you come up with it?

Marc: (eyes shift nervously) U-Uh...nothing really...it just came to me...t-that's all...

(Looking for a way to change the subject without drawing suspicion towards himself from Violette, Marc looked at the game and was in awe as Lil' Bold hatched from his egg onscreen.)

Marc: Awwww, look at him! He's so cute!!!! (notices the ribbon icon light up on his screen) Wait, I can dress him up?! Oh hell yes!!

(Violette giggled at her friend's enthusiasm towards the game as Marc immediately clicked the dress-up icon and started dressing up Lil' Bold. Lil' Bold now had emo bangs, half-lidded eyes, a white scarf, and glasses.)

Violette: With emo bangs like those, you should have gone with the name "Nath Jr".

(Marc's face immediately flushed red with embarrassment from Violette's comment. He immediately punched her arm in retaliation while the Scottish girl started laughing her ass off. Afterward, Violette watched as the writer explored the other features of the game as he unlocked them such as feeding, cleaning, and playing with Lil' Bold.)

Marc: (eyes light up with excitement when Lil' Bold starts playing with the soccer ball) No way! He can play soccer, too?! This is the best virtual pet game ever!

(Violette started to feel guilt rise up within her as she watched Marc spend five minutes playing soccer with his virtual baby chicken. She began to have second thoughts about letting the writer go through with the game's ending, but she also knew it was already too late. Telling Marc that his virtual baby was destined to meet a horrific fate may not be as upsetting as witnessing it unfold, but Violette knew that such news would crush Marc nonetheless. Besides, Violette remembers the sheer terror and horror on the faces of Noelle's "Horror-Ween" victims from their pranks well and the Scottish girl preferred to not be on the receiving end of those pranks.)

Marc: (notices a new icon appears on the screen) Is this a bike? You can ride bikes with these chicks?! That's so cool! I got to see what this looks like!

Violette: (nervously pulls out her phone, getting ready to record) Y-Yeah...go for it....

(Violette starts recording Marc as he presses the bicycle icon. The background music suddenly stopped and half of the screen turned black, which greatly confused the writer as Lil' Bold started to fall down the black screen. The screen then transitioned to a pitch-black background with the bicycle icon in the middle. Marc became even more confused and a little concerned as the bicycle icon flipped upside down. The writer then let out a horrified scream as the upside-down bicycle wheels turned into buzzsaws and Lil' Bold was shredded into many bloodied pieces. The end credits soundtrack was the only sound present in the room as both Violette and Marc remained silent. Violette dared not to speak as she was preoccupied with being crushed by the weight of guilt she felt from traumatizing her friend. She noticed the color was completely drained from Marc's face, his eyes were wide open with shock, his mouth was hung open, and his body was trembling in horror. As guilty as she felt, the Scottish girl knew that the deed was already done so she stopped the recording and sent it to Noelle.)

Marc: (slowly turns to face Violette, his voice breaking with horror as he spoke) W-W....Why Vi?

Violette: (looks down in shame) I'm sorry, Marc! They made me do it!

Marc: W-Who....?

(Marc suddenly gets a text message notification on his phone from a blocked number. The writer unlocks his phone and reads the message, becoming even more horrified as he reads the message.)

Unknown Message: HAPPY HORROR-WEEN, Marc Anciel! THANK YOU FOR BEING SUCH A GREAT SPORT! Want to go out for some chicken later? LOL

Marc: (slaps a hand over his mouth as he suddenly begins to feel nauseous) I"M NEVER EATING CHICKEN AGAIN!!!!!

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Thanks for the great idea, @miraculousfan1232! I had a lot of fun writing this! Sorry to everyone that I haven't been posting "Horror-Ween" posts for a while. Real life has been very busy. Hope you all enjoy Marc getting scarred for life. As always please share your opinions on this post and I am still accepting "Horror-Ween" ideas even though October is almost over. If you have a character that you want Noelle to scare the life out of, send me an ask!

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[raikkonenvettels]

Huskerdust pleasee !! 😭 (i just realize they would be perfect for this and im obsessed with them rn)

AAA SOMEONE ASKED ABOUT MY BELOVED BABIES!!! thank you so much this was so cool to do!!! (also it reminded me i have to post the simi x huskerdust pics lol)

who hogs the duvet

i think angel does but it doesn’t really matter bc they sleep basically glued to each other anyway so it doesn’t really matter akdksks

who texts/rings to check how their day is going

HUSK HE ALWAYS WORRIES SO MUCH FOR ANGEL!!! he will make angel tell him his schedule and he WILL call after every client/shoot!!!

who's the most creative when it comes to gifts

i think husk??? he is definitely a big big romantic guy so he gets very meaningful gifts (he also gets gifts for fat nuggets bc he knows how important the baby is to angel and he also loves him (he is the parent that stepped up‼️)

who gets up first in the morning

unfortunately angel because he has to go to work :( and well husk is husk if he didn’t have to say goodbye to angel in the morning he would NOT be up at that hour (just cat things)

who suggests new things in bed

i think we all know this akdnsns (sorry angel i love u so much 😭)

who cries at movies

angel ofc (he drapes himself over husk as he cries and sobs so much. husk is annoying amused and fond all at the same time akdnsn)

who gives unprompted massages

husk. after a long day of work angels definitely deserve them <333

who fusses over the other when they're sick

they both do akdjsn

who gets jealous easiest

most people would say husk (and he does get jealous too, ofc) but to me it’s definitely angel, he is scared husk would want someone whom is easier to be with if it makes sense?

who has the most embarrassing taste in music

i am convinced husk listen to jazz unironically. angels makes so much fun of him

in turn, tho, angel listens to old italian music sometimes and that’s when husk gets his revenge skdjsk

who collects something unusual

angel. he collects sex toys <333 (i’m sorry for this one) no but seriously i am somehow convinced husk loves vinyls so i will say that!!!

who takes the longest to get ready

angel ofc 😩 looking perfect takes time!!!

who is the most tidy and organised

none of them but the more organized i think would be angel because i don’t think he likes messes!!! he just doesn’t have time most of the time to actually tidy stuff

who gets most excited about the holidays

angel!!! christmas is acc pretty important to italians bc of family so yes definitely him (and well, he has a brand new found family in the hotel so yeah. also it’s a time to cheris his siblings as well, esp molly bc he misses her a lot)

who is the big spoon/little spoon

husk is the big spoon and angel is the little spoon but husk is also a backpack bc angel is so much taller than him akdnsn

who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports

both i think akxjsj but esp husk (he is a poker player after all)

who starts the most arguments

i’ll go with angel on this one (mostly bc of his insecurities and stuff, he doesn’t mean to :( )

who suggests that they buy a pet

well they already have one thanks to angel so him ahah

what couple traditions they have

they go flying and they forget the world exists for a little

what tv shows they watch together

ANGEL DEFFO MAKES HUSK WATCH HELL-A-NOVELA AKDJNSNS (husk hates it but also finds it so stupid it’s actually funny)

what other couple they hang out with

chaggie and sir pentious and cherry!!!

how they spend time together as a couple

i personally think they spend most of the time they have together either cuddling or going on dates

who made the first move

i think it was deffo husk, and angel didn’t even think he was serious at first lol

who brings flowers home

husk bc angel deserves all the flowers <333

who is the best cook

ANGEL!!! not to be biased but he is italian i know he is the best

[angelique-of-the-volturi-guard]

Angel Dust Agere Headcanons Part 2!

Since my last list of Angel Dust headcanons was well received, I’m making more! Enjoy all!

Angel Dust’s biggest struggle with Age Regression is with diapers- but not using them. Because of his work with Val he’s done plenty of things other people would find gross or nasty, so that part doesn’t really bother him. It’s being able to trust somebody enough to let them change him that’s the struggle. After a long period of doing it for himself, Alastor finally got him to let down his guard and let him change him. For a long time Alastor was the only one allowed to change him. Since then, Charlie and Husk have been added to the list.

Angel prefers to crawl in his headspace at any age because when he stands up and is taller than everyone else it doesn’t make him feel as little as he wants to feel.

When Angel is very little (5 months and below) and Alastor has to go to the radio station, he has a setup for Angel in the studio. This includes a cradle that uses magic to rock him to sleep, and a playpen that changes what is inside of it to fit Angel’s current needs. Both are soundproofed so that the broadcast isn’t interrupted, but the magic in both objects tells Alastor what his current needs are making it effortless for Alastor to put on some music and attend to him swiftly.

Since Angel can’t die of many of the same consequences human children face, Alastor has adapted a natural consequences philosophy when it comes to dealing with Angel giving trouble at any age in his headspace, and finds it works extremely well for him.

Angel Dust is the most bratty around Husk and Vaggie if he’s having a hard day, because they’ll usually shrug it off and bitch about things with him.

Alastor asks Rosie for a recommendation for a seamstress around the time of Angel’s birthday. She gives it to him, and he pays a pretty penny to give Angel a very special birthday present- a bunch of clothes that match or go with his outfits made for Fat Nuggets. Angel is delighted to dress up Fat Nuggets (who is not as enthused), but Fat Nuggets is delighted when Angel carries him everywhere declaring them twins.

When Angel’s separation anxiety from Alastor is extreme and he’s acutely distressed, Husk will sit beside him and purr, letting Angel pet him to help him calm down.

Angel has regressed on the job exactly one time, and no one talks about it. After filming a scene that triggered him to the point of tears due to it resembling a real experience he’d had in his life of assault, he locked himself in his dressing room with Val pounding on the door barking at him to get back on the set. Angel hurriedly gets his phone and calls Alastor, before hiding in his closet and shutting the door to feel some semblance of safety. Within the next twenty minutes everything goes quiet, and when the closet door is opened, it’s by Alastor, who made sure every single camera in the place was distorted so his breakdown couldn’t be publicized. Alastor walks him out of the studio, before he carries him back to the hotel when he can’t walk anymore. No one who was there on the set ever discusses it, and Alastor made sure of it.

Angel likes to dress in pink footed pajamas, pinafore dresses with a shirt underneath, and anything in soft pastel colors.

Because of Alastor’s abilities and a lot of the hotel residents not liking to say no to him, Angel is extremely spoiled materially. Anything he wants is his within reason.

Angel likes to fall asleep cuddling things- whether those things are blankets, stuffed animals, or fat nuggets. But he will not sleep without something either warm or soft to cuddle.

Angel frequently has nightmares while little as a result of his trauma, and often goes to Alastor in the middle of the night for comfort. But since Alastor values his sleep and definitely can’t handle being cuddled all night, he put a system in place for those nights. There’s a cradle right next to his bed. Alastor sleeps with one arm hanging just over the inside of the cradle. When Angel comes in, he climbs into the cradle and will hold onto Alastor’s hand until he falls asleep.

Everybody at the hotel was pretty suspicious about whether or not Alastor was sincerely attached to Angel or if it was just a manipulation tactic- especially Vaggie and Husk. However, when Val comes to the hotel one day looking for Angel they see his protectiveness first hand. When Angel refuses to go with him, Val gets angry and raises a hand to him (Angel flinches and yes this one made me sad for that visual alone), but Alastor shields him and comes up beside him telling him that as the hotel manager, he’s asking him to leave. When Val asks what will happen if he doesn’t, Alastor doesn’t hesitate to put the fear of God (lol) in him, before swiftly turning around and making sure Angel is okay. Nobody questions it after this.

Angel calls Alastor Papa but doesn’t call anyone Mama or Mom. However, he does call Rosie “Zia”, meaning Aunt.

Angel has a particular fondness for being doted on or fussed over at any age, and often bonds with Alastor that way since they both struggle with touch.

Bonus Material: Angel’s favorite things (by category and starting with infancy and aging up!)

Foods: Milk, banana purée, rice cereal, mashed peas, pain au chocolat, croissants, biscotti, zucchini, spaghetti carbonara, lasagna, pizza, ice cream, cookies.

Toys: Teether, Rattle, toy keys, stacking rings, toy car, toys that light up, toys that sing, stuffed animals, dolls, tea set, dress up clothing.

People: Alastor, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Charlie, Niffty, Vaggie, Sir Pentious, The Egg Boiz

Feelings: Being rocked and held before falling asleep, being read to, nursing his pacifier, being sung to, cuddling Fat Nuggets, playing with his favorite toys, dressing up, making a new friend, being accepted as he is.

Small things that make him happy: Alastor turning off the radio effect of his voice to talk to him, Charlie fussing over him with a smile, Vaggie sneaking him a piece of candy, Sir Pentious and the egg boiz letting him nap in their nest, Niffty playing with him, Husk being softer and gentler with him, whenever Cherri Bomb calls him Darl (short for Darling).

[jacksdinonuggets]

Not So Little Injuries: Chapter 3

Charlie had just come back from doing some detective work and maybe one or two slaughterings of sinners in pentagram city. She was feeling a bit better knowing that the people who injured her baby were now in pain. But she needed to clean up. The blood was starting to dry up and it was getting itchy. Plus, she would no doubt send Vaggie into an episode if she saw blood splatterings (poor traumatized baby).

As she walked through the doors of the hotel, some of the residents spotted her. It was mainly Angel and Husk at the bar. They seemed to have been chatting for a bit until she had walked through.

“Dang, toots, you went on a killing spree?” Angel joked when he saw the blood splatter on her clothes.

“Eh, kind of. But that’s not exactly the point. I have something I need to ask of you guys,” She went over and sat at the bar where Husk and Angel were.

“Can you guys check in on Vaggie? I think she’s getting kind of lonely and bored. I know it's only been about 3 days since she’s been injured but she needs some friends to hang out with,” Charlie explained.

“Sure, why not? I’m down to helping entertain my baby sis,” Angel said, putting his drink down and getting ready to get up.

“Great! Husk, can you visit her later today when you sober up?” She asked.

“Alright, I’ll try,” Husk promised, pouring himself another glass. Charlie gave him a look. He groaned and poured out his drink in the sink.

Back upstairs, Vaggie was pouting. Sure, it wouldn’t get her anywhere or anything, but she still felt like she needed to do it. She hated being inside and bedridden. She wanted to play and have tummy time. But this stupid cast stopped her. All she could do was nap and watch cartoons and movies.

When she was about to rebel and get out of bed in her wheelchair, the door opened. Angel was standing there in the doorway with Fat Nuggets. 

“Heard you were getting lonely, so I brought Nugs,” He said, walking over to her bed, “Can I sit?”

She looked up at him and nodded but still pouted. She didn’t really want him. What she wanted was to be free from this bed! She wanted to actually play.

“You wanna pet him?” Angel asked.He wasn’t very good with these types of things. Husk was way better at providing therapeutic advice. But hopefully, a few Nug pats would be able to solve this upsetti spaghetti mood she was in.

“I guess…” She mumbled as he put Fat Nuggets on her lap. She pet him for a bit as he snuggled into her lap.

“You, uh, feeling big or little, sis?” Angel asked. Vaggie just shrugged. She didn’t really know. She kind of felt little but at the same time kind of felt big.

“Want me to grab your mega bloks?” 

“Umm…okay,” Vaggie replied. Maybe this would help her feel a little better.

Angel went over to the closet and got out Vaggie’s little stuff. Since the nursery was still under construction, everyones little gear was inside their rooms. Charlie made sure to bring all of Vaggie’s the first day she was bedridden, so all of her toys and stuff were in the closet.

Angel pulled the bag out and sat back on the bed with her.

“Ooh! How about we build a pirate ship?” he suggested. He knew Vaggie probably missed her little pirate section that hung off of the building.

“Otay!” Vaggie said excitedly. 

They started to put blocks together and try to form a very colorful looking pirate ship. Vaggie was luckily old enough to put them together without needing a lot of help. Sure, she would get confused at times, but Angel would be patient and show her how to do it.

Once it was done, Vaggie squealed with joy and clapped her hands happily.

“Yay! It done!” 

“Mhm! It sure is!” He ruffled her hair a bit. She grinned and laughed quite a bit.

Charlie was pleased to hear the sound of laughter coming from Vaggie’s room as she stepped out of the shower. The little girl barely got to have fun since she was bedridden. It warmed her heart to know that she was having fun and laughing.

While Angel was looking over her, Charlie decided to get some work done. She hadn’t been doing any work for the hotel within the three days that her baby was bedridden. But now, she didn’t need to worry about Vaggie. However, she did make sure to send Angel Vaggie’s pain med schedule as her next dose was coming up soon. 

Before she knew it, two hours had passed. Setting her pen down, she went to check on the two. On her way to Vaggie’s room, she saw Nifty running up to her door too. She had a basket in her hands.

“Whatcha got there, Nifty?” Charlie crouched down so she could be at her height.

“Heard Miss Vaggie is not feeling well! So I made her some cookies and got her new crayons and a coloring book!” Nifty replied, showing her the basket. There was in fact a couple of chocolate chip cookies wrapped up in plastic wrap next to a coloring book and a large crayola box that had 152 crayons in it. 

“Well, I’m sure Vaggie will love it. Wanna give it to her now?” Charlie asked to which Nifty nodded.

When she opened the door, she saw Angel gently playing with Vaggie’s hair as Vaggie was fast asleep against him. He noticed them there and waved.

“Gave her her meds before she passed out. Those meds are strong, huh?” He whispered.

“Yeah, they make her fall asleep very easily,” Charlie said in a quiet voice.

Nifty looked a little sad that she couldn’t give her present to Vaggie. Charlie noticed the hint of sadness and crouched down.

“Don’t worry Nifty, she’ll open it when she wakes up. You want to just leave it on her nightstand?” She suggested.

“Okay!” Nifty said excitedly. Charlie had to shush her a little because Vaggie was starting to stir. Nifty apologized and put her present on the nightstand before going back downstairs to clean up the kitchen from making the cookies.

Charlie helped Angel wiggle out of Vaggie’s grasp. She could get very clingy and cuddly when asleep. Luckily they were able to do that without waking her up.

Husk did manage to sober up and visit her later that day to bring her some dinner and do a couple of card tricks for her. It made her very excited and happy to see “magic”. Even if it wasn’t real magic, it still made her really happy.

Being bedridden wasn’t that bad. As long as Vaggie had her friends with her, she could survive this week bound to her bed.