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Summary
A collection of Angel Dust's most memorable birthdays: the highs and the lows, the pretty and the ugly, and everything in between.
Angel sauntered into the V's tower, sitting on the edge of Valentino's desk and asking, "We goin' out tonight, Daddy?"
"What's tonight, Angel?"
"Um... my birthday?"
"Believe it or not, Angel--" Valentino hissed, grabbing Angel's wrist to remove his hand from his chest, "-- I have more important things to do than worry about your fucking birthday. You don't even age. What use is a birthday?"
Angel stuttered, voice catching in his throat. "I don't-- I don't know, I just thought--"
"'I just-- I just--' Pathetic. You're just pathetic. You aren't paid to think, you're paid to look hot--" Valentino poked Angel's chest roughly, "Be a whore--" pushed Angel off of the desk so he was standing next to it, "And do what I say. And what I say is 'go back downstairs and keep shooting'."
Series
- Part 2 of Birthday Fics (2024)
- Part 3 of Bea's HuskerDust Hustle