Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel One Shots

Chapter One: HuskerDust: A Comforting Night

2:10 am
Hazbin Hotel- Angel's room

It was late. Early morning late. He couldn't sleep, not with what was on his mind at least. He sighed and rubbed his eyes, sniffling. Angel looked down at his hands, shaking in fear. He shoved the heart glasses off of his bedside table, quietly sobbing. He couldn't help it, knocking down a glass, smashing it in the process. He looked over and glanced out the window of his room, looking out the window from his bedroom in the penthouse that also served as VoxTek headquarters. He shivered, rubbing his arms as he dressed in his robe, wiping his eyes a little, sitting on the edge of the bed. He couldn't keep doing this. He didn't have a choice though. He slid down to the floor, crying into his arms. He felt Fat Nuggets push up against his arm. He sniffled, wiping his eyes with his upper hand and jumped a little bit when a knock was heard on his door. He didn't want to answer it, but when he saw the red smoke at the door, he knew he had to answer it. He wiped his eyes and took a slow breath before opening the door, arms crossed over his chest and middle, head bowed down as he averted his eyes away from the moth pimp.

"Angel cakes..." he heard him whisper, walking in and shut the door behind him, tilting his head up with his hand. The moth smirked, red saliva dripping from the corner of his mouth. Angel couldn't help it; that feeling of being pulled into the moth's affection wasn't going away. He sighed softly, still having the look of despise on his face. The moth smirked, kneeling a little to get down Angel's eye level, still keeping his chin in his hand, forcing him into a gentle kiss.

"You put on a good show today, baby," the moth crooned, stroking back Angel's hair from his eyes. The spider didn't say anything except from pulling away from the moth and sat on his bed, looking down at the ground, wiping his eyes subtly. The moth stepped closer to him, reaching out, showing affection. Well, if you even want to call it that at this point. Angel flinched, hissing a little when he was forced into the moth's arms.

"Fuck off, Val," Angel cursed, standing up and getting out of Valentino's arms. The moth glared, blowing smoke from his cigarette towards the spider demon, who looked away, fumbling for the doorknob.

"Baby..." Val chuckled, standing up and snapped his fingers, creating a red chain that looped around his neck. Angel panicked; he knew what it was.

"Do you need a reminder of who you belong to?" Valentino tugged on the chain, pulling the spider demon towards him forcefully. Angel flinched away but knew he couldn't get out of this, at least not yet. He didn't say anything which earned a slap to his jaw, causing him to stumble back and catch himself on all four arms on the floor.

"I asked you a question, Angel," Valentino growled, tugging on the red chain that was in his hand, but around Angel's neck, tugging him up to his feet. The spider demon didn't answer, holding his tongue. He knew it would hurt in the end. The moth growled and pushed the spider against the wall, red drool at the corner of his mouth. Angel hissed in pain when his back collided with the wall of the room, catching himself against the wall with his lower set of arms. He rubbed his arm, knowing there would be a bruise there in the morning. He then quickly realised that he was on the floor. Wait when did-? He wiped his mouth, tasting blood. Valentino was pissed at him. He knew that. He held his hands to his face, bracing for the next impact, knowing it was coming. He hissed in pain when he took a blow to his chest, coughing up blood after a few blows to his stomach and chest; blood sticking to his fur as he tried to sit up a little bit against the wall, but it was no use. He was weak and unstable, unable to hold himself up without falling over again. He was shaking as he took another blow, listening to the words that spewed from his boss's mouth. "Pathetic whore... No one is ever going to love you," was the only thing he could hear correctly from the moth pimp. When the moth finally left him, he broke into sobs, curling up as the blood and tears mixed together in a pool under him. He hurt everywhere, curling up against the wall, the salt from his tears mixed with his wounds and it stung. He wanted out. He wanted to be free...

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3:35 am

Angel woke with a scream, hyperventilating, hands shaking. He took deep breaths, unable to stop the panic attack he was having. He ran his claws through his hair, breathing heavy. He didn't hear the worried voice intensify from the side of him. Nor the fluttering of the bedsheets. He pushed himself against the wall after he stood up from the bed, hands finding the windowsill. He slipped down towards the door, panting and wiping his eyes.

"Fuck, fuck..." he breathed shakily, sitting with his head against his knees and his arms around his legs, years falling. He tried to compass himself as he tried not to show how "weak" he was. He flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder, freaking out even more.

"Angel," said the voice beside him, gentle and smooth. He didn't look up, still hyperventilating as he tried to calm down and not think about the voice being Valentino's that was beside him. He took a shaky breath, hands shaking as he looked up a little, freaking out when he saw Husk's wings opening from behind him. He sighed heavily, still panicking but slowly unravelled himself and let his arms go limp beside him. He wiped his eyes, sobbing quietly. The demon sat beside his lover, gently rubbing his back.

"You wanna talk about it, Ang?" he asked slowly, gently rubbing his arm and taking his upper hand into his own, softly kissing his cheek. Angel calmed down a little bit and his breathing called down a little more. He finally composed himself as he looked up into Husk's eyes, taking a deep and slow breath. He lay his head on his shoulder, still breathing heavily.

"Angel?" he whispered softly, wrapping his arms gently around the spider demon's figure and wrapped his wings around him, holding him close.

"I'm here..." the cat demon promised.

"V-Val... He-," Angel stammered over his own words, taking a deep breath and pulled back from Husk, taking his shirt off to show the latter what had happened that day at work. The demon beside him went wide eyed, lightly tracing the bruise he saw on his chest. He stepped away for a small moment and grabbed the first aid kit from under the bed and tended to his lover's wounds. He kept his tone gentle and smooth when he spoke to the spider demon, gently kissing his forehead.

"I'm here, Angel... c'mon..." he whispered softly, picking up the spider demon and walked over to the bed, laying down with him and allowed the spider to curl up beside him and the cat demon wrapped his wings around Angel, keeping him close to his chest, wanting to keep him protected from whatever was bugging him. He held him close, rubbing his back softly.

"Thank you, Whiskers," Angel whispered tiredly, holding onto the cat demon tightly while they slept. Husk smiled and kissed Angel on his forehead, keeping him close and was by his side the whole night.