The winning streak continues
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cornerofmadnessMet the cousins at Primanti Brother's with Mom and went to the casino. I won a little. She won more so that was a good night. My cousins think I look good. I don't really agree but I'll take it. Also learned from them that Falling Waters (Frank Lloyd Wright's place) actually sold out so mom and I will need to take care of that when we plan to go.
Since it's friday let's do fanfic for my fannish 50
Here's mine
Unintentional Monster
Summary: Husk is far too drunk for all of this and Angel’s small act of kindness is met with the pain and rage Husk tries to keep hidden.
Author Note - Written forfleethare in comment_fic for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust/Husk, Husk accidentally scares or triggers Angel Dust. Also written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Cleave, Ladybug, Cave, Glove, Exultant, & Consecrate and also for the ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
allbingo prompt of acts of kindness.
“I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
He was drunker than he should be. Alastor had been up his ass so far today he could peek out Husk’s mouth. He was probably still somewhere laughing over volunteering Husk to bartend a ‘garden party’ in Cannibal Town. Rosie had wanted to consecrate her new territory with a big bash and god, if it hadn’t been huge; cannibals everywhere eating things Husk couldn’t get drunk enough to forget.
Rosie had been darling as always but some of her people, damn they gave him the cold shivers. Of course, not as shivery as Alastor managed to do. It was risky here in the hotel with Alastor being calm and helpful. It was risky that in the past Alastor would leave him alone without contact for months. The risk was he’d forget in the interim how tight his leash was and how horrible Alastor was deep down. He wish he could warn Charlie enough about trusting the bustard. Husk needed to cleave that relationship before the princess got hurt. Lucifer would appreciate that at least.
All Husk wanted to do was crawl into a cave somewhere and sulk, nurse his battered ego and shattered nerves. What he had to do was make all the glassware sparkle because Alastor thought it was amusing to make him work until the middle of the night. Everyone else was asleep by now except the one who hadn’t come home yet.
Until now. Angel sailed through the front door absolutely exultant. Husk took that as a sign he was higher than the ceiling. “Ooo, look at that grumpy face. Bet I can turn that around, make that cute little heart wiggle.” Angel tapped the spot on his face where his nose should be. “Let me tend bar and you talk to me. Tell me all about it for a change. I’ll be the wise old bartender.”
Husk snorted. “You can’t pull off old, no matter how good of an actor you think you are.”
That was the wrong thing to say. Angel’s expression plummeted. Husk looked him over, noticed something different and decided that was his best path forward. He might be drunk but he didn’t want to purposefully trample his friend’s feelings.
“That’s a new dress.” He gestured to the red dress with the flared but short skirt. Black polka dots rained down the fabric evoking the idea of a Ladybug. He wore red heels instead of his usual boots. Had he known Angel had adorable pink stripes on his lower legs? He was too plastered to be sure. All Angel needed was a garter on his leg and he’d have the Betty Boop look nailed down.
Angel twirled, making the skirt flirt with his upper thighs. Husk caught a hint of lacy panties. “Do you like it, Husky?”
“I do.” Husk tried to pour himself another and got a little on the bar before adjusting. He was having trouble figuring out where the glass was as it swirled around on the bar top which was heaving like oceanic waves. Damn, I’m zozzled!
“Velvette had me modeling half the night, something about a looking good by moonlight shoot. I asked if I could keep this one since it wasn’t one of her favorites. It reminded me of your wings.” Angel came around the bar but didn’t make a grab for his wings like Husk worried. He guessed they were finally past all that sort of barrier-crossing. Angel shooed him out from behind the bar.
“Why would you want anything that looked like that?” Husk asked, fumbling his way onto a stool. Again, entirely the wrong thing to say.
Angel turned his gaze away. “Anyhow, I thought I looked pretty.”
“Yeah, it suits you,” Husk replied more honestly than he intended, in vino veritas. He’d better watch his tongue before too much alcohol-soaked truth slipped out.
Angel brightened and peeled off his gloves, red and black versus his usual pink and white, which Husk never understood how he kept them clean. He pulled down a couple bottles and mixed himself something. He sat on Husk’s usual stool. “So, tell me, what Alastor did this time.”
“Fuck no.”
“You listen to me bitch about Valentino all the time and Charlie complain about Adam and I’m not even sure what Pentious and Vaggie unload on you constantly. Listening to your problems is the least I can do.”
“Wouldn’t understand.” Husk swayed on his seat. Any more to drink and he might black out on the bar top.
Angel arched his eyebrow. He’d managed to get them glittered up. “Me? I’m the same perdente I was when you dragged me out of that bar and told me to let my walls down. I’m the only other one in this hotel who knows what it’s like to have someone own your soul.” He wrinkled up his nose as he dug in his purse. “Maybe Niffty but she doesn’t see Alastor like you do.”
Husk let out a bitter laugh. “Not at all.”
Angel glanced around as if he expected Vaggie or Charlie to appear out of the shadows. It was Alastor he should be worrying about. He pulled his cigarettes out of his purse and tapped the lighter out of the pack. He nudged a cigarette out of the pack, aiming it at Husk who took it. Angel lit them both up. Husk invited the acrid smoke deep inside his lungs, blowing it out again slowly.
“So, tell me what did he do?”
“I said leave it, Angel.”
“Okay, okay but I just think you’d feel better if-”
“Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone? Why are you always such a yapping fucker? You are never quiet!” Husk slammed his fist down on the bar. Instantly he wanted those words back even before he saw what they did to Angel.
Angel flew back off the stool, pressing hard against the bar’s back splash, eyes wide as he tried to make himself small. Oh, so small. God, so small. Why had he yelled at him? Why had he turned Angel’s well meaning kindness into this? Angel quaked, hunching in further, staring at Husk.
Husk spread his fingers wide, trying to convey harmlessness. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry!” He slipped off the stool, walking around the bar but stopped when Angel shrank back further. Husk wasn’t even sure Angel was still seeing him. Was he seeing Valentino ready to beat and rape him? Was he seeing that father of his Angel only mentioned in whispers when he was completely polluted? “Angel, I’m so damn drunk. It’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. All you were trying to do was show me a small kindness and I tore out your throat. I’m a fucker. My wives knew it, that’s why they never stuck around long.”
Angel stayed hunched and shaking. Husk lowered the tenor of his voice. “I never hit them, not once. I wasn’t going to hit you, I swear. It doesn’t make what I did right but I need you to know that.”
Angel slipped down the wall to puddle on the floor. His chest heaved under the dress’s sleek halter top. His pendant – which might actually be a garnet the size of a quail egg making up the body of cat done in silver – swung from his frantic breathing. It penetrated Husk’s pickled gray matter why Angel had the necklace, why he wanted a red and black dress to match his wings.
Oh fuck, tell me the poor fool isn’t infatuated with me. His taste in men is just awful. Husk didn’t want to think about it because then he’d have to face the fact Angel wasn’t the only one falling in love again.
Forcing himself to not think about it, he turned the corner of the bar, slipping behind it with Angel if he was willing. “Angel, I’m sorry I scared you. Can I sit with you?”
Angel only nodded slightly so Husk took advantage of that consent. He sat down on the floor next to Angel, eye to eye with the larger bottles of whiskey he kept under the bar along with the small sink and the little fridge.
“I would never hit you, Angel, not even completely blotto like I am now. That wasn’t the type of man I was or am. I know you probably can’t trust that, not knowing I was an overlord once, not with how I just went after you. I get that I had to remind you of all the men who’ve hurt you.”
“A little,” Angel mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself.
“No, a lot and I regret it. I didn’t mean to lash out but I’m drunk and I not in control.” Husk sighed. “One of the many sins that got me sent down.”
Angel scrubbed a hand over his face. “I know what that’s like. It’s okay, Husk. I’m okay.”
“No, it’s not and no you’re not.”
He leaned against Husk’s shoulder. “You didn’t hurt me, Husk. I’m okay. You simply scared me a little. Even if you did hit me, you’ve seen what I can do. I’d have punched you right back.” Angel smirked. “If I didn’t just shoot you in the tail. You’re not the person I have to obey and can’t fight back.”
Husk snorted even though he wasn’t entirely sure Angel would have fought back. He was too far down the rabbit hole, seeing the men he was powerless against. Still, he needed to let Angel’s ego have something to soothe it. “Point taken. Still, I’m upset with myself for making you go through that.”
“Apology accepted.” Angel covered Husk’s hand with his. “And ya ain’t wrong about me being a blabbermouth.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have said it. It was cruel.”
Angel didn’t meet his eye for a moment but then he looked up. “So…what did Alastor do?”
Husk grimace. “Fuck, kid, you ain’t going to let it go? Okay fine, he had me bartending at a party in Cannibal Town? You can’t imagine what they like to drink.”
“Ah, I can see why that would upset you.”
“You have no idea.”
“But I do. Do you really think Val hasn’t had me dancing down there when he’s mad at me? I have been there, and if you think tending bar is bad, try being surrounded by cannibals while you’re peeling out of your clothes.”
Husk widened his eyes. “I don’t want to imagine that!”
“I’m quick to kick stage-rushers in the face but there.” Angel made a face. “Leave it at I’m quicker. You, at least, had a bar between you and all those teeth. I’m on stage with my cazzo swinging around like a pendulum.”
Biting the inside of his lips so he wouldn’t laugh, Husk shook his head. “You’re lying.”
“Nope. With a bow at the end of it because Val wanted to see me suffer.” Angel hefted himself up on his lower arms so he could rotate his pelvis in demonstration. “I literally told them this is not a gift wrapped salami.”
With that, Husk lost it and burst out laughing. Angel pouted at him. “Someone has…a high opinion…of his endowments!” he cried between guffaws.
“Hey! You’ve seen my pornos! You know it’s a salami.” Angel huffed, the pure definition of indignant.
Husk howled louder, rapping his head back against the wall. “Well, sometimes you have all that tucked away and are smooth around the bend in your movies.”
“Which would have been my choice in Cannibal Town, let me tell you, but Val was having none of it. So, Salami city it was.” Angel rolled his eyes.
“Guess it’s better than only being endowed with a Vienna sausage, and having to do that,” Husk gasped out and that set Angel off.
They were both rolling - literally – on the floor laughing, tangled in each other. When the giggle fits finally quit, they were both lying on their backs staring at the ceiling.
“Feel better now, Husk?”
“Still drunk. Still pretty pissed at Alastor. Pretty happy I didn’t have to do the job with my bowtie on my dick.” Husk grinned. “Yeah, I feel a little better. Thanks Angel.”
“Any time, Whiskers. Hey, I have a proposition for you.”
Husk canted his face so he could look Angel in the eye. “This better not be some offer to see if I have a salami of my own.”
“Fuck no. When I go down on your offerings, you’re gonna be sober so you can enjoy it,” Angel protested. “Nah, this dress needs to be shown off. Velvette made me promise to wear it to the gala opening of her next show. Val said he was going with Vox and if I was so happy living in this hotel, I could bring anyone from the hotel that I want. I’m sure he thinks I’ll bring Charlie and he can hit Lucifer’s daughter up for favors. Want to go with me?”
“You want me to dress up and go to a snooty fashion gala with you? Part of that sounds very much like a just punishment for me scaring you and part of it,” Husk ran a finger along Angel’s jawline. “Sounds pretty damn amazing. You look beautiful in this get up.”
“Thanks, Husk.”
Husk leaned in and kissed him, shocking them both. “Thank you…for forgiving me.”
“You’d do the same for me and that kiss just proves your point. You’re well-lubricated. I’m taking you up to bed.”
“This from someone who’s high as a kite.”
‘Yeah but I’m less high than you are drunk.” Angel rolled up onto his knees and from there jumped up to his heels. He helped Husk get up much less gracefully. Scooping up his purse with one hand, Angel put two others around Husk’s torso and walked him toward the elevator. “I’ll get you all tucked in.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, you’ve done it enough for me.” Angel pressed the button for their floor. “And if you’re really lucky maybe tomorrow you can mix me the most requested drink in Cannibal town that does not have blood or people parts in it.” He wagged a finger under Husk’s nose. “And while you do that, I can recreate my Cannibal Town dance complete with bow.”
“God, can you imagine Vaggie or Charlie walking in on that?”
They had to sit in the elevator for a good two minutes laughing their asses off at that. Husk was way too drunk to figure out his feelings for Angel tonight. All he knew he was happy to have him in his life. The rest could wait for him to sober up. Maybe he’d get the striptease. Maybe he’d die laughing if he did. However, he was definitely going to that gala with Angel and if Valentino took exception to it, he’d learn just how much of his power Husk still had. A few charged dice up his backside might make an impression. Husk went to sleep on that happy image. He’d share it with Angel in the morning. The most important thing was keeping his temper around Angel who had more than enough of men being violent dicks to him. He wouldn’t add to it ever again. That could be his step toward redemption. And that thought made him happier than he’d been in ages.
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Since it's friday let's do fanfic for my fannish 50
Here's mine
Unintentional Monster
Summary: Husk is far too drunk for all of this and Angel’s small act of kindness is met with the pain and rage Husk tries to keep hidden.
Author Note - Written for
fleethare in comment_fic for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel Dust/Husk, Husk accidentally scares or triggers Angel Dust. Also written for spikesgirl58’s six word challenge and the six words were Cleave, Ladybug, Cave, Glove, Exultant, & Consecrate and also for the allbingo prompt of acts of kindness.“I was benevolent and good; misery made me a fiend. Make me happy, and I shall again be virtuous.”― Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
He was drunker than he should be. Alastor had been up his ass so far today he could peek out Husk’s mouth. He was probably still somewhere laughing over volunteering Husk to bartend a ‘garden party’ in Cannibal Town. Rosie had wanted to consecrate her new territory with a big bash and god, if it hadn’t been huge; cannibals everywhere eating things Husk couldn’t get drunk enough to forget.
Rosie had been darling as always but some of her people, damn they gave him the cold shivers. Of course, not as shivery as Alastor managed to do. It was risky here in the hotel with Alastor being calm and helpful. It was risky that in the past Alastor would leave him alone without contact for months. The risk was he’d forget in the interim how tight his leash was and how horrible Alastor was deep down. He wish he could warn Charlie enough about trusting the bustard. Husk needed to cleave that relationship before the princess got hurt. Lucifer would appreciate that at least.
All Husk wanted to do was crawl into a cave somewhere and sulk, nurse his battered ego and shattered nerves. What he had to do was make all the glassware sparkle because Alastor thought it was amusing to make him work until the middle of the night. Everyone else was asleep by now except the one who hadn’t come home yet.
Until now. Angel sailed through the front door absolutely exultant. Husk took that as a sign he was higher than the ceiling. “Ooo, look at that grumpy face. Bet I can turn that around, make that cute little heart wiggle.” Angel tapped the spot on his face where his nose should be. “Let me tend bar and you talk to me. Tell me all about it for a change. I’ll be the wise old bartender.”
Husk snorted. “You can’t pull off old, no matter how good of an actor you think you are.”
That was the wrong thing to say. Angel’s expression plummeted. Husk looked him over, noticed something different and decided that was his best path forward. He might be drunk but he didn’t want to purposefully trample his friend’s feelings.
“That’s a new dress.” He gestured to the red dress with the flared but short skirt. Black polka dots rained down the fabric evoking the idea of a Ladybug. He wore red heels instead of his usual boots. Had he known Angel had adorable pink stripes on his lower legs? He was too plastered to be sure. All Angel needed was a garter on his leg and he’d have the Betty Boop look nailed down.
Angel twirled, making the skirt flirt with his upper thighs. Husk caught a hint of lacy panties. “Do you like it, Husky?”
“I do.” Husk tried to pour himself another and got a little on the bar before adjusting. He was having trouble figuring out where the glass was as it swirled around on the bar top which was heaving like oceanic waves. Damn, I’m zozzled!
“Velvette had me modeling half the night, something about a looking good by moonlight shoot. I asked if I could keep this one since it wasn’t one of her favorites. It reminded me of your wings.” Angel came around the bar but didn’t make a grab for his wings like Husk worried. He guessed they were finally past all that sort of barrier-crossing. Angel shooed him out from behind the bar.
“Why would you want anything that looked like that?” Husk asked, fumbling his way onto a stool. Again, entirely the wrong thing to say.
Angel turned his gaze away. “Anyhow, I thought I looked pretty.”
“Yeah, it suits you,” Husk replied more honestly than he intended, in vino veritas. He’d better watch his tongue before too much alcohol-soaked truth slipped out.
Angel brightened and peeled off his gloves, red and black versus his usual pink and white, which Husk never understood how he kept them clean. He pulled down a couple bottles and mixed himself something. He sat on Husk’s usual stool. “So, tell me, what Alastor did this time.”
“Fuck no.”
“You listen to me bitch about Valentino all the time and Charlie complain about Adam and I’m not even sure what Pentious and Vaggie unload on you constantly. Listening to your problems is the least I can do.”
“Wouldn’t understand.” Husk swayed on his seat. Any more to drink and he might black out on the bar top.
Angel arched his eyebrow. He’d managed to get them glittered up. “Me? I’m the same perdente I was when you dragged me out of that bar and told me to let my walls down. I’m the only other one in this hotel who knows what it’s like to have someone own your soul.” He wrinkled up his nose as he dug in his purse. “Maybe Niffty but she doesn’t see Alastor like you do.”
Husk let out a bitter laugh. “Not at all.”
Angel glanced around as if he expected Vaggie or Charlie to appear out of the shadows. It was Alastor he should be worrying about. He pulled his cigarettes out of his purse and tapped the lighter out of the pack. He nudged a cigarette out of the pack, aiming it at Husk who took it. Angel lit them both up. Husk invited the acrid smoke deep inside his lungs, blowing it out again slowly.
“So, tell me what did he do?”
“I said leave it, Angel.”
“Okay, okay but I just think you’d feel better if-”
“Why can’t you leave me the fuck alone? Why are you always such a yapping fucker? You are never quiet!” Husk slammed his fist down on the bar. Instantly he wanted those words back even before he saw what they did to Angel.
Angel flew back off the stool, pressing hard against the bar’s back splash, eyes wide as he tried to make himself small. Oh, so small. God, so small. Why had he yelled at him? Why had he turned Angel’s well meaning kindness into this? Angel quaked, hunching in further, staring at Husk.
Husk spread his fingers wide, trying to convey harmlessness. “I’m sorry, Angel. I’m sorry!” He slipped off the stool, walking around the bar but stopped when Angel shrank back further. Husk wasn’t even sure Angel was still seeing him. Was he seeing Valentino ready to beat and rape him? Was he seeing that father of his Angel only mentioned in whispers when he was completely polluted? “Angel, I’m so damn drunk. It’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have yelled at you. All you were trying to do was show me a small kindness and I tore out your throat. I’m a fucker. My wives knew it, that’s why they never stuck around long.”
Angel stayed hunched and shaking. Husk lowered the tenor of his voice. “I never hit them, not once. I wasn’t going to hit you, I swear. It doesn’t make what I did right but I need you to know that.”
Angel slipped down the wall to puddle on the floor. His chest heaved under the dress’s sleek halter top. His pendant – which might actually be a garnet the size of a quail egg making up the body of cat done in silver – swung from his frantic breathing. It penetrated Husk’s pickled gray matter why Angel had the necklace, why he wanted a red and black dress to match his wings.
Oh fuck, tell me the poor fool isn’t infatuated with me. His taste in men is just awful. Husk didn’t want to think about it because then he’d have to face the fact Angel wasn’t the only one falling in love again.
Forcing himself to not think about it, he turned the corner of the bar, slipping behind it with Angel if he was willing. “Angel, I’m sorry I scared you. Can I sit with you?”
Angel only nodded slightly so Husk took advantage of that consent. He sat down on the floor next to Angel, eye to eye with the larger bottles of whiskey he kept under the bar along with the small sink and the little fridge.
“I would never hit you, Angel, not even completely blotto like I am now. That wasn’t the type of man I was or am. I know you probably can’t trust that, not knowing I was an overlord once, not with how I just went after you. I get that I had to remind you of all the men who’ve hurt you.”
“A little,” Angel mumbled, wrapping his arms around himself.
“No, a lot and I regret it. I didn’t mean to lash out but I’m drunk and I not in control.” Husk sighed. “One of the many sins that got me sent down.”
Angel scrubbed a hand over his face. “I know what that’s like. It’s okay, Husk. I’m okay.”
“No, it’s not and no you’re not.”
He leaned against Husk’s shoulder. “You didn’t hurt me, Husk. I’m okay. You simply scared me a little. Even if you did hit me, you’ve seen what I can do. I’d have punched you right back.” Angel smirked. “If I didn’t just shoot you in the tail. You’re not the person I have to obey and can’t fight back.”
Husk snorted even though he wasn’t entirely sure Angel would have fought back. He was too far down the rabbit hole, seeing the men he was powerless against. Still, he needed to let Angel’s ego have something to soothe it. “Point taken. Still, I’m upset with myself for making you go through that.”
“Apology accepted.” Angel covered Husk’s hand with his. “And ya ain’t wrong about me being a blabbermouth.”
“Still, I shouldn’t have said it. It was cruel.”
Angel didn’t meet his eye for a moment but then he looked up. “So…what did Alastor do?”
Husk grimace. “Fuck, kid, you ain’t going to let it go? Okay fine, he had me bartending at a party in Cannibal Town? You can’t imagine what they like to drink.”
“Ah, I can see why that would upset you.”
“You have no idea.”
“But I do. Do you really think Val hasn’t had me dancing down there when he’s mad at me? I have been there, and if you think tending bar is bad, try being surrounded by cannibals while you’re peeling out of your clothes.”
Husk widened his eyes. “I don’t want to imagine that!”
“I’m quick to kick stage-rushers in the face but there.” Angel made a face. “Leave it at I’m quicker. You, at least, had a bar between you and all those teeth. I’m on stage with my cazzo swinging around like a pendulum.”
Biting the inside of his lips so he wouldn’t laugh, Husk shook his head. “You’re lying.”
“Nope. With a bow at the end of it because Val wanted to see me suffer.” Angel hefted himself up on his lower arms so he could rotate his pelvis in demonstration. “I literally told them this is not a gift wrapped salami.”
With that, Husk lost it and burst out laughing. Angel pouted at him. “Someone has…a high opinion…of his endowments!” he cried between guffaws.
“Hey! You’ve seen my pornos! You know it’s a salami.” Angel huffed, the pure definition of indignant.
Husk howled louder, rapping his head back against the wall. “Well, sometimes you have all that tucked away and are smooth around the bend in your movies.”
“Which would have been my choice in Cannibal Town, let me tell you, but Val was having none of it. So, Salami city it was.” Angel rolled his eyes.
“Guess it’s better than only being endowed with a Vienna sausage, and having to do that,” Husk gasped out and that set Angel off.
They were both rolling - literally – on the floor laughing, tangled in each other. When the giggle fits finally quit, they were both lying on their backs staring at the ceiling.
“Feel better now, Husk?”
“Still drunk. Still pretty pissed at Alastor. Pretty happy I didn’t have to do the job with my bowtie on my dick.” Husk grinned. “Yeah, I feel a little better. Thanks Angel.”
“Any time, Whiskers. Hey, I have a proposition for you.”
Husk canted his face so he could look Angel in the eye. “This better not be some offer to see if I have a salami of my own.”
“Fuck no. When I go down on your offerings, you’re gonna be sober so you can enjoy it,” Angel protested. “Nah, this dress needs to be shown off. Velvette made me promise to wear it to the gala opening of her next show. Val said he was going with Vox and if I was so happy living in this hotel, I could bring anyone from the hotel that I want. I’m sure he thinks I’ll bring Charlie and he can hit Lucifer’s daughter up for favors. Want to go with me?”
“You want me to dress up and go to a snooty fashion gala with you? Part of that sounds very much like a just punishment for me scaring you and part of it,” Husk ran a finger along Angel’s jawline. “Sounds pretty damn amazing. You look beautiful in this get up.”
“Thanks, Husk.”
Husk leaned in and kissed him, shocking them both. “Thank you…for forgiving me.”
“You’d do the same for me and that kiss just proves your point. You’re well-lubricated. I’m taking you up to bed.”
“This from someone who’s high as a kite.”
‘Yeah but I’m less high than you are drunk.” Angel rolled up onto his knees and from there jumped up to his heels. He helped Husk get up much less gracefully. Scooping up his purse with one hand, Angel put two others around Husk’s torso and walked him toward the elevator. “I’ll get you all tucked in.”
“Thanks.”
“Hey, you’ve done it enough for me.” Angel pressed the button for their floor. “And if you’re really lucky maybe tomorrow you can mix me the most requested drink in Cannibal town that does not have blood or people parts in it.” He wagged a finger under Husk’s nose. “And while you do that, I can recreate my Cannibal Town dance complete with bow.”
“God, can you imagine Vaggie or Charlie walking in on that?”
They had to sit in the elevator for a good two minutes laughing their asses off at that. Husk was way too drunk to figure out his feelings for Angel tonight. All he knew he was happy to have him in his life. The rest could wait for him to sober up. Maybe he’d get the striptease. Maybe he’d die laughing if he did. However, he was definitely going to that gala with Angel and if Valentino took exception to it, he’d learn just how much of his power Husk still had. A few charged dice up his backside might make an impression. Husk went to sleep on that happy image. He’d share it with Angel in the morning. The most important thing was keeping his temper around Angel who had more than enough of men being violent dicks to him. He wouldn’t add to it ever again. That could be his step toward redemption. And that thought made him happier than he’d been in ages.
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Turnabout Teen Wolf
Hot_Chocolate_Kisses Iron Man
Breaking FocusStargate Atlantis
False Alibi FAKE
they're watching you (private eyes) Murder She Wrote
Candlelight The Owl House
Here and Happy L.A. Confidential
Mr Right... next door Star Trek Voyager
Drunkards, Lovers, and Fools The Jacobite Trilogy & The Flight of the Heron Series
Changes Prodigal Son
Angelhusk Oneshots Hazbin Hotel
We Can Make Heaven in Hell Hazbin Hotel
Trust Exercise Hazbin Hotel
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Date: 2024-07-06 11:11 am (UTC)Thank you for including my fic!
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Date: 2024-07-06 01:45 pm (UTC)and you're welcome