Hi! I've read a lot of your Hazbin Hotel stuff, and I have to say, I really adore your writing! You're one of my favorite writers out there! I was wondering if you could maybe write about Husk and Angel Dust as parents with a hyper cat-like child? Something fluffy and silly!
omg! thank you so so much! that means a lot that you’ve even taken the time to read the silly little stories i write! i’ve enjoyed writing though so it makes me happy you’ve enjoyed them!
for the request, hell yes i could! this sounds so cute and fluffy! im gonna do a head canon format but if a full fic is desired that can be worked out! it may just take a bit longer. 😅
angel and husk adopting this little rogue cat child did two things:
1. solidify their relationship
2. and create a whole family filled with adoptive aunts and uncles
which was honestly great because the kiddo LOVED IT.
when they first found kiddo though, the kid was on edge all the time. like would flinch if someone even reached for something close to them.
husk and angel were both pretty understanding and sure that this kiddo had gone through some shit.
and who better to help a kid then two trauma filled guys
they asked the kiddo their name and the kiddo explained that they didn't have one. that floored both angel and husk. so they helped the kiddo choose out a name.
the kiddo chose rori, with an i 'because it was super different!'
angel and husk are actually really great parents though
husk is definitely way more lenient, will get rori anything they want
angel is the one who is more strict, like rori has a bed time because of angel.
love to spend time with aunt charlie and aunt nifty. they put on puppet shows instead of roach shows
uncle alastor scares them, but he once let them in his radio room when they said that they liked the radio shows they hear when he broadcasts. taught them how to be a professional radio host
uncle pentious shows rori how to build different weapons. and rori came down with a very intricate weapon to kill angels! angelic steel and all. angel put a stop to that very quickly.
there was one time that rori had decided that they had seen husk and uncle alastor cook, so they did too!
queue angel walking into the kitchen looking for them and finding themselves covered in flour, happily humming and mixing what looked like was supposed to be pancakes. pan over to the left and there is lucifer nodding.
rori was making pancakes and lucifer totally wanted to help. the batter was too far gone, but he let them happily stir while he had some batter ready.
all in all, rori really livens up the hotel, in a positive way.
Heyyy anon who asked about angel and reader married and have kids with the angst to fluff divorce scenario. From the blog Coming here instead to ask for angel!! Thank you so much!! ❤️❤️
***My imagine requests are still closed so I did it as a HC***
Angel being gone often isn’t unfamiliar
You’re used to having the house more to yourself than sharing it
But it seems like you are seeing him less and less
And it isn’t until your children start to notice that you address it
“Even the kids can see that you’re never home. They deserve to have their dad.”
Its a back and forth that goes on and on, getting louder and louder as you both grow more exasperated
You had always made it a point never to argue when the kids could hear you, knowing that your adult issues were not their problem and they shouldn’t be exposed to it
But with the anger and frustration growing, that promise is left behind, leaving the two of you arguing loudly
He’s giving you the same line he always does about how the club needs him and you knew what you were getting into
Hearing him throw that out is not new, but your response is
“Our kids didn’t agree though. You promised once I found out that I was pregnant that you were going to be home more. If I would’ve known that you weren’t going to keep your word, I-”
You cut yourself off, knowing that some things just can’t be forgotten once you say them
It worries Angel though and hits him right in the heart, him only able to imagine what it was that you were going to say
Both of you simply stare at each other for seconds on end, waiting for the other to say the wrong thing
It’s the sound of soft footsteps that draws both of your attention away from each other
Your kids are standing there, eyes puffy and tired as they rub at them
You’re the first one to go to them, kneeling down in front of them and grabbing onto each of their hands
“Sorry for waking you. Daddy and I were just excited. Let’s get you back to bed.”
It’s your son's voice that makes you both realize how wrong you had been to have this argument where they could hear
“Are you and Daddy gonna get a divorce?”
You’re fumbling over your words, heart-aching that your children are now worrying over something that they should’ve never been exposed to in the first place
Angel’s stepping up then as well, kneeling down beside you to place his hands on their shoulders
“No one’s getting divorced. Me and mommy were just talking. Sometimes we get a little upset and we get loud, but we’re not going to split up. We just have to work through it like we always do. That’s all. We’re still a family and we’re gonna be one forever.”
“Promise?”
Angel doesn’t hesitate, tugging both children as well as you into his chest, hugging all three of you tightly as he presses a kiss to each forehead
Angel looked away from his son as you spoke. His brows knitted while he kept the bottle upright, continuing to feed the 13-month-old.
“What do you mean?”
You chuckled at the slight indignation in his voice.
“I mean he’s already over a year old and we need to start taking the bottle away. We should’ve started sooner but now it’s time. He needs to start learning how to drink from a sippy cup. We can’t let him be on the bottle forever.”
Angel pouted and then looked down at his son as he laid in his arms, big brown eyes peering up at the Mayan while he drank his milk.
“He’s doing fine!”
Shaking your head, you scooted closer to the father-son duo, watching as the child grinned when you came into view. Leaning your head against Angel’s bare arm, you continued to watch your son.
“He is, and he’ll be doing even better when we start getting him to move on from the bottle. He won’t be a baby forever. We can’t treat him like one forever either. It’ll only hurt him in the end.”
Angel nodded reluctantly tilting his head to press a kiss against your temple.
“Ok, mama.”
You smiled and snuggled into your husband further.
“We won’t make him quit cold turkey. That’s why they call it weening. We’ll slowly start introducing the sippy cup more and more until he doesn’t miss the bottle.”
The conversation died off then, both of you simply staring down at the life that you had made. It seemed like just yesterday you had found out that you were pregnant and now here your son was, having just celebrated turning one. Time was flying and you knew that both of you had been pushovers for the first year, just so enamored with your baby that you had been lax.
Now it was time to start getting serious though and you knew you would need Angel’s help and consistency to make it work. Angel had been in love from the moment he had held the ultrasound printout in his hand and as soft as he was with his son, you knew he would stick to it.
Your son sucked up the rest of your milk from the bottle, smiling as Angel pulled it away. He giggled as he looked between the two of you, his love palpable. Angel grinned and placed the bottle down before picking him up to hold him upright, his feet standing on Angel’s thighs.
“That better, mijo? Is your tummy all full now?”
The baby shrieked a laugh, not knowing what he was even being asked but simply loving the sound of his father’s voice. Angel laughed along with him and then raised him up, blowing raspberries on the child’s tummy. The laughter intensified between all three of you, your hand pulling Angel back slightly after the fifth time.
“Remember, your beard.”
Angel nodded then, wincing as he remembered the light beard burn he had left last time.
“Forgot.”
Angel’s stomach growled then, and you looked at him, holding your hands out.
“Let me take him, you go get something to eat.”
Leaving a kiss to his cheek, Angel handed the baby over to you before standing, you now taking the time to kiss his round little tummy while Angel searched for something to eat. The moved around the kitchen, looking around before he settled on a banana. Peeling it as he walked, he started to make his way back into the living room, catching your attention. You looked at him as he walked, the tattoos on his skin stark and accentuating his muscles and the contours of his body. Your eyes trailed down, his sweats sitting low on his hips. Your gaze traveled further south to his belly button, his happy trail leading down into his pants. Him snapping his fingers knocked you out of your lustful trance and when you locked eyes with him you found him smirking, pure arrogance in his walk as he swaggered over to you.
“Keep looking at me like that and I’m gonna put another baby in you.”
Angel plopped back down onto the sofa next to you, smiling as his son’s eyes locked on what was in his hands.
“What are you looking at lil homie? You just had a whole bottle like five minutes ago.”
Licking his lips, your son tried to walk over to his father, or rather what his father held.
“Nana? Anana?”
Both you and Angel’s eyes locked quickly, grins suddenly appearing on your faces as you began to praise your son for saying his newest word.
How do you see angel, ez & Miguel reacting to their lady giving birth while they’re in the room.
Doesn’t matter how many books he’s read or classes he’s been to, he’s shitting bricks as soon as you actually start giving birth. He loves you more than anything and he never wants to see you in pain. Having to sit there helpless while you’re in pain, especially knowing that he played a part in his breaks his heart. He wants to meet his kid and loves them unconditionally of course, but in that moment, he would give anything to take that pain away from you. He hates that you’re hurting and he’s right there by your side, your hand in between his as he holds it to his lips. He leaves kiss after kiss, alternating between sitting beside you to hold your hand and standing by your head, leaning down to rest his head against yours. He whispers to you constantly, telling you how good you’re doing, how proud of you he is, how special and magical you are. He’s right there the entire time. He’s more concerned with comforting you then he is actually watching the birth if that makes sense. He’s nervous, worried, and frustrated at your pain. He’ll get to be with his child for the rest of his life but right then he feels you need him most. So he’ll be right there until the baby is out and its time for him to cut the cord. He doesn’t leave you alone for a second, even if you ask. He’ll just move away slightly and be quiet, but he’s not going anywhere.
He’s like a kid on Christmas morning. He puts his faith in whoever is doing the delivery and is bouncing between watching the birth and looking after you. He gives you his space and is your rock. He’s calm and collected, soothing you and helping you through it. He recites your favorite poems to you quietly to give you something to focus on if you want. He looks after you physically as well, holding a cool cloth to your forehead, putting your hair up for you if you have it long enough to be bothersome, rolling the sleeves of your gown up if you’re hot. He’s fascinated with watching the first as well. He’s in awe of how strong you are and how your body is bringing an entirely new life into the world. He’ll give you space if you ask for it but is still checking in constantly.
He’s relatively calm. He’s got you in the best birthing center that money can reserve. He’s got multiple doctors and midwives there just in case. He’s making sure that you’re as relaxed and peaceful as possible. He’s already made it known that he is not to be disturbed under any circumstances. Any. His full attention is on you for the most part, but he is observant, making sure that everyone is doing their job and looking after you properly. He treats you like absolute royalty the entire time. If you want some space, he’ll go down to watch the actual birth, mesmerized by now your body is giving him this gift. He checks in with the staff as well, cracking jokes to help them calm down as well. Knowing that they’re helping deliver a cartel leader's son, you’re treated as well as they possibly can manage but Miguel wants to make sure that they are still comfortable enough to do their jobs. Probably has Nestor pick up donuts and coffee for them.
Warnings: I included a child in the story that I refer to as your son, but I don’t specify what the kid looks in regards to looking like Angel or anything so it can be a biological child or an adopted child, totally up to the reader. Other than that, none
Word count: 533
“Dude, I’m so bored.”
Angel chuckled as you whined, your lips pouting. He sat up from his leaning back position on the headboard and leaned forward, pressing his lips to your bare shoulder. Wrapping his arms around you from behind, he hugged you into his bare chest and rested his chin on your shoulder.
“Maybe we can go outside. See if there are any birds in the birdbath you bought.”
Angel smiled as your eyes lit up.
“Yeah! Let’s go check.”
You both climbed off of the bed and walked out of the bedroom, heading toward the back sliding door. Looking down you looked at both of your outfits. Angel was in basketball shorts and nothing else while you were in a t-shirt and panties. He saw you looking and shrugged.
“We have a fence. Not like anyone should be creepin’ anyway.”
Satisfied, you pulled the door open and walked outside, a soft breeze moving the tree and making the fallen leaves tumble. You both walked toward the birdbath slowly, your feet quiet so as to not scare the birds if there were any. Once close enough, you looked and saw three blue jays there on the edge, hopping into and out of the water, moving their wings as they played around. One hopped off of the bath and flew a short distance to the bird feeder Angel had hung up for you. He ate a few pieces of the feed and then jumped back into the bath, shaking around in the water once more as they tweeted happily.
You and Angel watched with smiles, your attention focused on the animals. It was the sound of someone knocking on the sliding door that pulled your attention. Both you and Angel turned to see your son standing at the door, one hand rubbing his eye and the other holding his bunny.
“Guess someone’s done with their nap.”
Angel jogged over to the door and pulled it open, scooping his son up into his arms. He held him tightly and then ran back over to you, making it a point to jostle him even more than necessary, the child laughing blissfully. His smile was wide as Angel held him, you reaching over to stroke the mark of the blanket on his cheek.
“Had a good nap, baby boy?”
“Yep.”
Smiling yourself, you pulled your hand back and held your finger up to your lips.
“There’s birds in the bath we bought.”
His eyes widened and he wiggled in Angel’s arm, trying to get a better look. Angel walked with him closer to the birdbath, pointing to the animals.
“You see them, mijo?”
“Yeah!”
His whisper was quiet but harsh and you smiled, walking away from your two most favorite people to go and grab the bottle of bubbles from the patio table. Walking back to them, you smiled and opened the bottle, pushing it in a few times to coat the wand before removing it.
“Hey, look what I’ve got.”
They both turned to face you and got the same excited look on their face, Angel putting him down and brokering a deal.
“Alright, whoever pops the most gets to have a cookie before dinner.”
Angel seeing his child on a sonogram for the first time headcannon ? please love.
He’s in shock.
Like he’s standing there staring at the screen, your hand stuck in his in such a death grip that the tips of your fingers are purple. He’s got every single human emotion running through him. He’s so nervous, irrational fears running through his head. What if it was a mistake? What if the test was a false positive. What if you’ve both gotten worked up and then they don’t see anything? He’s terrified. But seeing a baby there terrifies him still.
What if he’s a shitty dad? What if he can’t learn to move past his own trauma and passes it on. What if you feel that he’s not there with you enough? What if you regret letting him be the one to put a child in you?
Those are all thoughts that are running through his head and they get louder and louder, consuming him to the point where it hurts.
And then he hears the tech.
“There they are.”
And now his head is dead silent and eyes are practically glued to the screen as he sees the shape of his child resting peacefully, sucking their thumb. He looked back at you, seeing the same wonderment in your eyes. You look at him and smile reaching to touch his cheek and it isn’t until then that he ever realizes he’s crying. All he can think about now is that there’s a life in your tummy that he helped with. A perfect, precious little thing that he made. Him. And now the tech is cleaning off your tummy and leaving to give you two privacy as he kisses every square inch of your face.
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Is there any chance of getting a HC of Angel coming home to find his girlfriend in tears because she thinks their baby daughter hates her as she been crying all day.
He’s super excited to get home
He wishes that he could stay home with you but paternity leave isnt exactly customary in the MC
Bishop gave him a a little while but he’s back to the grind and all he has been looking onward to call day is getting home to you and his baby
He barges in, kicking off his boots and listens to see where you’re at
His heart clenches as he hears her crying
He doesn’t know where you are and he’s on high alert right away
He barges into the nursery and looked at the swing, seeing her resting safely, but hysterical
His eyes search the room and find you sitting on the floor by her crib, your lashes soaked with the tears that are gathered there
He picks up the baby first, holding her to his chest and rocking her as he goes over to you
She starts to settle now that he’s holding her and the sight makes you cry even harder
He plops himself down next to you on the floor and pulls you into his chest, the deepest frown on his face at seeing his two favorite people in the world crying
“What’s wrong, mi dulce? What is it?”
You just cuddle into him and shake your head, loss for words
You just start rambling, explaining to him that she had started crying this morning and had barely stopped
She stopped when you would feed her and to take periodic naps, but when she was awake, she was crying constantly and hadn’t stopped all afternoon
She was always such a happy baby and to have her so upset all day was heartbreaking
You had tried everything, singing to her, playing with her, trying to feed her
Holding her and cuddling her had only made her cry harder and that was when your tears had started to join hers
Angel feels bad, understanding how shitty you must feel but his head nearly breaks in two when he hears you whisper against his shoulder
“She hates me. I don’t even now what I did.”
Angel is all shh’s then, holding you and comforting you
He reminds you of all the times you were the only one that she wanted
How she clings to you
How she crawls around to you first before Angel
He reminds you of what an amazing mother you are unti your tears stop too and before long, he has both of his perfect girls smiling again
