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Happy Birthday, Anthony

April 1, 1917.
The day that a beautiful, kind mob wife in Italy gave birth to a pair of blonde twins. A boy and a girl. The day that an only child became an older brother. The day that Anthony and Molly came to life.

April 1, 1924
The first birthday spent in the family's new home in New York City. The first birthday without Mamma. The day Arakniss became estranged from the twins. The day that marked the start of their cruel father's relentless abuse. 9 years old.

April 1, 1933
The birthday when Anthony was indoctrinated into his father's business, next to his older brother. The birthday that Anthony was too drunk to remember. The first birthday Anthony and Molly spent apart. The day that marked the wedge being driven between the once inseperable twins. 18 years old.

April 1, 1938
The birthday that Anthony spent high out of his mind, crying at his mother's grave. The first birthday that he spent completely alone. 23 years old.

April 1, 1940
The birthday that everyone forgot. 25 years old.

April 1, 1947
The last birthday Anthony spent alive. 32 years old.

It had been around seventy years since Anthony had celebrated his birthday. He had no reason to. After all, he was in Hell. He hadn't had a happy memory of his birthday since his mother died. He'd never been allowed to properly grieve her death, thanks to his piece of shit father. It had been so long, he was starting to forget her face.
Every year that he spent in Hell waking up on his birthday, he'd drink himself silly, get stoned out of his mind, and just let the day pass like it was nothing. That was exactly what it had meant to his father and brother after a while. Nothing. He never saw any reason to change this tradition because he never thought he'd have anyone who cared enough to celebrate with him. However, there was one thing he didn't count on. He was a resident of the Hazbin Hotel, run by Princess Charlie Morningstar; a relentless optimist who believes even a soiled soul like Angel's can be saved. At first, the idea of redemption for the drug addicted son of a mob boss seemed entirely impossible. Yet, Charlie has proven time and time again that she's always willing to defy the odds even when they're stacked against her. In the last few months, she took on an angelic exorcist army led by the first human man in creation and his vengeful yes-woman, and managed to drag the slightest bit of goodness out of sinners like Angel who thought he had no capacity left to feel it. It was no small effort on Angel's part either. With Charlie's unwavering support and faith in him, he'd managed to go longer without drugs or sex(outside of his job as a literal pornstar) down here than he ever did when he was alive. He'd even snagged himself a boyfriend, who was, in his personal opinion, Hell's best and cutest bartender.
The morning of his birthday rolled around as usual, and all Angel wanted to do was stay in bed next to Husk. Unfortunately for him, Husk had other plans.
Angel's face was currently buried in Husk's furry chest while the cat himself lay wide awake for the last hour watching Angel sleep peacefully. And now, it was time to disturb that peace like the menace that he was.
He woke the snoozing spider by running his claws down Angel's back with a tenderness that made him giggle in his sleep.
"Anthony", Husk whispered. The spider hummed in response to his birth name being called by his lover, but his pink eyes remained closed. Husk continued tickling Angel with his claws until the spider was awake in a full blown giggle fit.
"Husky, stop it!" Angel laughed, squirming to escape his claws.
"You awake now, Sleepin' Beauty?", Husk teased.
"Yes, yes! I'm awake, stop it! That tickles!" Angel cried out. At his giggly request, Husk ceased his torture on Angel's body and simply held him close. Angel opened his eyes as his laughter slowed to a stop and looked up at his boyfriend with a dreamy daze.
"Well good morning handsome", Angel sang. A lovesick smile spread across the winged feline's face.
"Mornin' gorgeous", Husk replied, planting a delicate kiss on Angel's forehead. Angel let out a content sigh, relishing in the gentle affection.
"Happy birthday", the cat whispered. Angel lifted his head from Husk's shoulder in surprise, pulling his brain out of its sleep-ridden fog.
"How'd you know today's my birthday?", he questioned.
"You told me a few months ago when you were drunk at the bar". Embarrassed, Angel laid his head back on the pillow, suddenly remembering his drunken Italian rant a few months ago about his abusive father. He cursed, and Husk couldn't help but laugh.
"I thought you knew better than to listen to me when I'm drunk", the spider quipped.
"I do, but I also know you well enough by now to know that when you're drunk, you say things that you normally keep bottled up". This was true. Angel could be over talkative, flirty, horny, and a bit emotional when he gets drunk.
"And by the way, è carino quando sbraiti in Italiano". Angel's face turned as red as Husk's bowtie at the sudden language switch. He knew Husk could speak several other languages including his own native tongue, but it still gave him butterflies when he heard it. Husk quietly laughed at his boyfriend's heavy flushed expression, and climbed out of bed.
Before Angel could follow, he was lovingly attacked by his pig, Fat Nuggets. The small pig squealed happily and licked Angel's face numerous times, wishing his beloved owner a happy birthday in his own way.
"Aww, thanks for the birthday love, Nuggs". Angel said as he kissed the pig's snout.
"Alright, come on birthday boy, get dressed. We got shit to do today", Husk ordered as he lifted Fat Nuggets off the bed and placed him on the floor.
"M'kay. What do you got planned, Whiskers?"
"It's a surprise. Go put on somethin' nice and meet me downstairs"
"You got it, babycakes". With that, Angel strolled into the bathroom to shower. Husk scooped up Fat Nuggets and brought him downstairs for his breakfast while Angel got dressed.

Angel made his way down to the lobby wearing one of his favorite dresses; a sleeveless bubblegum pink silk gown with a slit down the right side. The dress had matching gloves that he wore on all four of his arms, and he added his birthstone diamond necklace and earrings. His makeup matched his dress, being soft, glittery, and pink. He kept his usual black boots on and headed downstairs, feeling pretty as ever.
When he set foot into the lobby, everyone jumped up all at once.
"SURPRISE!", they all shouted. Angel was taken aback by the sudden noise, but when he looked around the lobby and parlor, he covered his gaping mouth. Everything was decorated with pink and glitter. His favorite foods were sitting on the table along with a heart shaped strawberry cake, and Husk was behind the bar mixing up pink margaritas with edible glitter.
"Happy birthday, Angel!" Charlie exclaimed as she wrapped him in a hug which he gratefully returned.
"You guys did all this for me?", he asked.
"Yep, you deserve it. After all, you've been doing so well these last few months, so it's the least we could do", Charlie chirped.
"She's right. We all underestimated you, Angel. So, this is all for you. It was Husk and Cherri's idea", Vaggie added.
"You've been depressed on your birthday every year since I've met you, and I'm not letting you get away with that shit anymore. You're my best mate, and I love ya, Angie. You should be happy today", Cherri stated, giving Angel a tight hug.
"Thank you guys so much. I love this", Angel smiled.
"Good. Now come on, let's have some fun!" Cherri cheered. Alastor began playing music from his radio, and everyone gathered in the parlor to start the party.

By the end of the night, Angel had eaten his body weight in Italian food and cake, and drank as many margaritas as he could before Husk inevitably cut him off. Everyone had even gotten Angel a gift. Charlie and Vaggie got him a perfume he'd been eyeing in town for a while, Cherri got him a dress, Niffty made him a super soft pink sweater with white hearts all over it, and forced Alastor to help her make a card for him and sign it, and Lucifer made him an angelfish plushie for his room. The only one left was Husk. He purposely waited until the end of the night when he knew he could be alone with Angel.
Once he helped Angel carry all his new presents to his room and get everything put away, Husk sat down on the pink bed as he watched Angel sit at his vanity to remove his earrings.
"I can feel you watchin' me, Whiskers. Like what you see?" Angel purred seductively. Husk smirked and crossed the room standing directly behind the lanky spider, placing his hands on Angel's shoulders.
"I sure do. And I still have to give you your present", Husk breathed, his warm breath and the faint scent of his whiskey cologne sent shivers down Angel's spine.
"Yeah? What is it?"
"Close your eyes". Angel closed his eyes and felt Husk slip his necklace off. He softly moaned as Husk littered his neck with delicate kisses and a new necklace was clasped onto him. "Alright, open your eyes", Husk mumbled. Angel opened his eyes and looked in the mirror to see a pink rhinestone 'A' hanging from his neck. He softly gasped and turned around to face the cat. Husk smiled down at him.
"What do you think?", he asked. Angel looked down at the necklace and traced the shape of it with his fingertips then back up at Husk.
"It's beautiful, Husky. I love it. Thank you", Angel whispered.
"You're welcome". Angel gently pulled Husk down towards him into a passionate kiss. One kiss became two, two kisses became four, and four turned into a complete makeout session. Angel's top set of arms were wrapped around Husk's neck while the second set roamed his chest as if it was the first time. Husk lifted Angel from the vanity chair, one hand on his lower back, the other on his thigh; and the couple made their way to the bed, never once breaking their kiss. Husk laid Angel down on the bed, allowing Angel to wrap his exposed right leg around the winged cat.
When they finally came up for air, all that could be heard in the room was their heavy breathing; their foreheads pressed against each other.
"Are you sure you want this?" Husk breathed. Angel smiled and ran a hand between Husk's ears, causing him to purr.
"Yes". That was all Husk needed to hear before latching his lips onto Angel's once again. Their clothes became discarded on the floor, and they entangled themselves in each other underneath the pink blankets.

As they lay naked in a tangled pile of limbs, content and comfortable as they could be, Husk stroked Angel's hair with his claws wishing he could stay in that moment forever. Then Angel spoke up from his spot on Husk's chest.
"Thank you"
"For what, Legs?"
"For givin' me the best birthday I've had in a long time". Husk pulled him closer, if it were even possible for the two to be any closer than they were.
"You're welcome. Happy birthday, Anthony".