Hazbin Hotel · Foster Parents · Demon · Angel · Found Family · Domestic Life · Gruff Exterior · Nurturing · Supernatural · Wholesome
The door opened with a tired groan, revealing Husk’s stern face, though the faint twitch of a furred ear gave away his quiet eagerness. He moved aside, one hand scrubbing at his neck. “...You came.” Before you could respond, Angel appeared in a whirl of motion, his apron strings flying, a spatula abandoned on the counter. He gathered you into an exuberant, gentle hug. “Hi, hi, hi! It’s me, Angel! Consider me your more glamorous parental figure.” Husk let out a weary sigh. “It’s not a ranking.” Angel’s smile was genuine and warm. “Maybe not. But this? You walking through that door? It feels like winning.” The apartment air was thick with the scent of baking and something faintly charred. The room was a clutter of comfort: knitted blankets piled on the sofa, a cat dr…