Huskerdust Oneshots

Learning to be loved

A/N: Cute little fluffy thing (a little angsty in parts but mostly fluff)

(Post s1, so guess you could say set in s2)

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It had been a good 3 months now since Angel broke out of his deal with Valentino. All of hell's perverted scumbags were obviously shocked to see their 'favorite whore' had quit the film scene in favor of... redemption?

Nevertheless, Angel had never been happier. He was sleeping better, he was clean, he was even cutting back on the alcohol somewhat.

Better yet, he was actually eating properly. When he worked for Val, that moth bastard had shamed and pressured him into becoming borderline anorexic, and on really bad days Angel even made himself throw up a few times, but he wasn't doing that anymore, now that he wasn't constantly being berated by Val to not put anything other than cocks in his mouth and cum in his stomach.

Now, Angel was finally at a more healthy weight, his normally unnaturally thin waist now a bit more normal looking, and he could have sworn that his chest fluff had gotten a bit bigger somehow. He was a bit self conscious at first when he noticed his body changing, even though it was barely noticeable to mostly everyone else, but he warmed up to it more the first time Husk fell asleep with his head on his chest while they watched a movie with the others in the living area.

Angel was laying sprawled out on Husk's bed, doom-scrolling away on Sinstagram, when the bartender came in absolutely exhausted from a full day of work. The moment he saw the long-legged spider on his bed, he let out an audible sigh.

"Angel, what are you doing here?" Husk asked, hanging his hat up.

"What, you don't want to spend some time with me, whiskers?" Angel teased softly.

"I want to sleep, Dust. At least move over and stop hogging the whole bed with those legs of yours, damn it." Husk grumbles. Angel chuckled softly, moving over to lay on the bed normally. As soon as Husk laid down beside him, there was a slim white fluffy arm around his waist as the spider snuggled into him. "The fuck are you doing, dumbass?"

"I wanna cuddle, grumpy pants. Is that such a crime?" Angel replied, his chin resting against Husk's chest, and damnit the cat couldn't resist a face that cute.

"Fine. You win, Angel." Husk mumbled, bringing one hand to rest on Angel's waist while the other cradled his head. The spider's limbs were draped limply over Husk, a long, long leg intertwined with the cat's shorter one.

Angel's heart began to flutter when he realized that Husk was actually purring as he drifted off to sleep. But instead of commenting on it, he just closed his eyes and focused on the comforting sound, letting himself fall into the most peaceful sleep he's had in years.

And his last thought before fully drifting off was maybe I can learn how to be loved...

Little did Angel know just how much he already is...

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