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cornerofmadnessYou couldn't find a place to park in Jackson and my coffee house went from no one but me and a few others to people stacking up three deep along the walls waiting for orders. My parents ran into the same thing outside Pittsburgh to Mom's side of the family early Thanksgiving dinner that I missed and it was excessive in food and people so I can't be too mad I missed it.
On the way home I found Schmidt's Sausage Haus' food truck in Jackson. WOO HOO. It's one of the best restaurants (the main one in Germanvillage in Columbus) gimme that saur kraut and onion smothered frankfurter and a cream puff the size of my fist. That'll be 15$? take my money.
I did get some book shuffling done. What I need more than anything is room for one more bookcase or two in this place and it would look 100% better in here.
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comment_fic today. It's fluffy and hopefully fun.
Title: Another Sun That’s Brighter Still
Summary: Hell has frozen over and Husk and Angel are caught out in it. Husk, however, has plans to get nice, warm and snuggly.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for cozy_coffee in comment fic for the prompt Any, any, fuzzy and fluffy socks in winter and for the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of folk song using the Italian folk song Ole Sole Mio sung here by Luciano Pavarotti & Bryan Adams. You can find the song here. It was also written for the allbingo prompt of slippers.
Why did hell have winter? Or rain? Or anything really? Husk couldn’t answer these questions but it seemed rude to corner Lucifer whenever he was actually in the hotel and ask him. Hell was having its cold spell at the moment and it was frigid enough that he’d dug out his boots and squashed his paws into them. Any more, since his soul was no longer his own, Husk didn’t give two fucks about his appearance, not like he had when he was an overlord. He’d worn smart wingtips then. Now he could barely be bothered with clothing, let alone shoes.
His wings should have been under a cloak, which tended to make them ache so he hadn’t put it on before heading to Cannibal Town to pick up a gift Rosie had for Alastor. Husk desperately didn’t want to know what was going to be in that package. He sure as fuck wasn’t opening it up and peeking. Of course, when he’d left the hotel, it had merely been cold. Same thing after he left Rosie’s having purchased a few things for himself at her emporium, all the while trying not to look at the jars of brains in red eye gravy ‘for a quick meal for the tired chef’ that she had prominently displayed in the window. One wrong move in Cannibal Town and it would be his brain in a jar, heading for someone’s dinner plate.
Now as he was trying to get to where he had parked – and seriously why was it so damned crowded out on such a miserable day – an ice storm had blown up. His wings were slicked and were well on their way to being slush piles attached to his back. He’d curled his tail up and jammed the feathery end of it under his jacket against his belly as additional insulation. Too warm to freeze over entirely, his wings still managed to become radiators of ice right into his core.
Husk did something he rarely did: run. With his luck he’d end up on his ass in the icy slush, his packages everywhere. Maybe Lucifer heard him cursing his name because he made it to the man’s limo before an accident happened. He pulled his flask from the center console and downed a healthy swallow of whisky before putting the car in gear. His iced over wings melted between him and the seat, freezing water running down to puddle in the crack of his ass. What were his chances of killing Alastor for making him come out in this? Piss poor. He and Lucifer were going to have a long chat about this weather. Maybe Lucifer couldn’t control this and it was an act from on high, additional punishment for all the sinners in the Pride ring. Maybe he’d finally find out the truth about Hell’s mysterious ways but Husk decided his changes of that were as good as his chances of strangling Alastor.
Driving more cautiously than usual – because if he wrecked he might find the limo stripped when he came to – Husk took the shortest route home until he hit a moron turf war that detoured him all the way into the Entertainment District. Vee Tower loomed and he wondered if Angel was warm under a pile of men. Knowing what a vicious bag of dicks Valentino was, he was probably filming on the roof and titling the porno Horny Shades of Winter.
To his surprise, he spotted his friend walking head down into the ice storm, wearing actual pants and a wooly long jacket. He only knew it was Angel by the number of arms, the height and the fact the wool was pink as a carnations as was his tousle hat. Husk blew the horn and pulled up to the curb.
“Hey babe, want a ride home?” he called through the window, barely able to get the glass down since it was beginning to freeze up.
“I dunno, sweet cheeks. Can you afford me?” Angel leaned in the window and kissed Husk right on the heart-shaped marking on his nose.
“Keep being a smart ass and you can hike in this storm all the way home and I won’t give you the gift I bought you.”
Angel hustled around the limo and jumped in shotgun next to Husk. “Thank Lucifer you’re here. I was going to freeze my balls off by the time I got home.”
Seeing as they were miles from the hotel, that seemed accurate. Husk pulled back into traffic. “Why are you hiking your ass home anyhow?”
“The actors were getting pissy about the storm and it was like herding cats, no offense babe.” Angel smiled at him. “Valentino about burst a blood vessel screaming at us and then decided he was cold too just looking at the storm so let us go. But no taxis wanted to come out in this shit. What are you doing out?”
“Cannibal Town run for Alastor. Whatever you do don’t look in the packages in the back.”
Angel shuddered violently. “Tell me my gift isn’t sitting next to someone’s head in a bag.”
“Please, as if you didn’t put someone’s head in a bag when you were a mob enforcer.”
“That was business. Speaking of which…I need a bath in the worst way. I just finished filming a ten man gang bang when Val pulled the plug. No way I was showering and then stepping out in this weather still damp.”
“I could use one too. My wings damn near froze to my back.” Husk sighed.
“When do I get my gift?”
“After you bathe and you behave yourself.”
“Husky, you can have one or the other but not both. You know how I get in a tub.” Angel pitched his voice down register, warm and sultry as he batted his eyelashes which still had snowflake stuck to them.
Husk pictured the one – and only – time they had shared a bath. One, who knew Angel had that many tub toys. Two, everyone knew Angel was loud in the sack and if they didn’t, they did after that. Three, jumping spiders had strong legs. Husk had hit Angel’s p-spot just right and he’d kicked the spigot straight off the wall, ending the session in an explosion of water from the busted pipe.
“I know you’re a hazard in a tub,” Husk grumbled.
“I’m a hazard everywhere.”
“No argument.” Husk turned his attention to the road because if he kept paying attention to Angel driving in the ice would get that much more difficult with all his blood in his cock instead of his brain.
Once they got home, he didn’t let Angel help with the packages because he’d peek. After giving Alastor Rosie’s gift, he filled up his tub and took a long soak until the cold left his bones. Husk took longer than usual under the heat lamps driving off his fur because hell’s idea of a joke was to make him a cat-bird hybrid and being covered head to toe in fur wasn’t fun or easy. The wings just made it all worse.
He pulled on the fuzzy socks he’d bought for himself and padded down the hall with the gift bags and knocked on Angel’s door. He thought he heard him so he poked his head in. No one was in the bedroom but Fat Nuggets who trotted over. Husk patted the hell pig’s head.
“You alive in there, Tony?” he asked Angel through the bathroom door.
“Almost done. Have a seat.”
Knowing that meant Angel would be at least another half hour because he’d need to dry his spider fuzz off, Husk sat on the bed and picked up the book Angel had on his nightstand. A horror this time. At least his reading choices – though he’d been shocked Angel read at all in the beginning – weren’t as gross as the movies he made. Husk had grown up in Vegas. He’d had other friends and lovers in the sex industry, which was probably why he was so accepting of Angel’s job, but he didn’t like Valentino’s movies or the things he made Angel do in them.
He was deep into Angel’s Ghosts by Edith Wharton, snuggled up on the bed with Fat Nuggets on his lap by the time Angel made an appearance, peering around the bathroom door. He pointed to Husk’s feet and laughed at what was written on the bottom of his new fuzzy socks: If You Can Read This on one foot and Bring Booze Please on the other.
“Husky, I forgot my slippers. Can you wing them to me?” Angel shot him a shockingly shy look. He never wanted Husk to see his feet, even when they made love.
“It’s okay, Anthony,” he replied. Angel loved it when he used his real name in private. It made him feel seen. “I won’t look at them. Come here and get your gift.”
True to his word, he kept his gaze on Angel’s face as he inched into the room and scurried to the bed. He handed him the smaller of the two gift bags first and Angel pulled out fuzzy socks with cat heads at the top and they were covered in paw prints. He squealed and jumped on the bed. To Husk’s utter shock, he swung his long legs into Husk’s lap and tossed him the socks.
“Put them on me! Put them on!” he crowed in delight.
Laughing, Husk lifted his right leg and slipped the sock up Angel’s powerful, pink-striped calf. He gave Angel a sly look and kissed his shin just above the sock. Angel made a happy little sound deep in his throat. Before putting on the other sock, he massaged Angel’s ankle. Angel flexed his little spider paws; the pink toes wiggled. Husk pressed a kiss to the bare pink paw before slipping on the sock. Angel giggled and drew his feet up, stroking the cat faces of his new fuzzy socks.
“I love them, Husky. Why did you ever think to buy these for me?”
“It was fucking freezing out and I was getting some for me and I know you like to keep your feet covered so I thought why not?” He shrugged. “No biggie.”
“Yes, it is. It’s the first gift you’ve ever bought me.”
“Guess it should have been more romantic then.” Husk sighed. He never was much good at relationships.
“Eh, I get a bunch of romantic crap from fans I don’t want to know about. This says you really thought about what I wanted and needed.” Angel pointed to the bigger bag. “What’s in there? Did you get me a toy?”
Husk snorted. “Tony, you need a new sex toy like I need a bottle of booze.”
“Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Fuzzy Sock Messenger.” Angel rolled off the bed and dug a bottle of bourbon out of his dresser drawer. He handed it to Husk as he bounced back on the mattress. Fat Nuggets grunted and cracked open an eye to look at his daddy irritated over being jostled.
Husk traded it for the larger bag. Angel pulled out a set of slippers covered in pink mirrored glass rectangles so they looked like disco balls. They positively glittered under the fuchsia neon hearts and stars Angel had surrounding his bed. Angel stared at them speechless and Husk couldn’t tell if he loved them or hated them.
“They’re probably dumb but you said your slippers were getting worn out and I know you like having some to wear around the hotel on your days off. I just thought…they were flashy like you.”
Angel mobbed him in a hug, squashing poor Fat Nuggets between them. He kissed Husk hard as the pig rescued himself and disgruntledly made his way to his pig bed. Husk held Angel tight as their mouths warred for dominance. He smelled like honey and cream and gingery spices. Where in hell did he find his bath products?
“They’re adorable, Husk,” Angel said when he finally came up for air.
“Glad you like them,” he said, digging his fingers into Angel’s thick hair.
“Love them. They’re perfect for such a gray day.”
“I don’t know. It’s really pretty bright in here.” He brushed Angel’s hair back. “Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te!” Husk crooned.
“Keep singing Italian to me. You know what it does to me.” Angel cuddled closer, all six arms out and wrapped around Husk.
“Oh, I do know. Why do you think I do it?” Husk chuckled. “I’m just glad you like the slippers too.”
“Love ‘em. I’m wearing them to dinner. Charlie will squeal over them.”
Husk snorted. She probably would.
“But until then, I think we have time to get ourselves nice and sleepy and nap away this ice storm.” Angel ran a hand up under Husk’s shirt that he’d put on because he was actually still a little chilled after the ice storm. “Get you all nice and toasty warm first.”
So much for their baths. They’d need a new one.
“You do have good plans from time to time.”
“Mmmm, most of the time,” Angel said, nuzzling Husk’s neck.
“Prove it.” Husk smirked.
Angel absolutely would. What better way to spend a winter’s day than warming up the sheets? Let it ice up outside. They were cozy and comfortable together and that was more than enough for him.
Italian Translation
Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! : But another sun, that’s brighter still. It’s my own sun that’s in your face! (Lyrics to the Italian folk song O Sole Mio)
And here's a fun fandom meme I got fromtrobadora and shipperslist. Can't promise I'd give you these same 5 shows if you asked me tomorrow. I tried to give you a slice from the last 40 odd years
Rules: pick your five favourite TV shows (in no particular order) and answer the following questions. Don't cheat!
1. Star Trek: The Next Generation
2. The X-Files
3. Prodigal Son
4. Emergency!
5. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
1) Who's your favourite character in 2 (The X-Files)?
Dana Scully. She’s exactly who I would have liked to be, a doctor, a woman of power and respect…sort of. I would have liked her to be more accepting of the weird though. It worked with her being a skeptic in season 1. Much less so by S4
2) Who's your least favourite character in 1 (ST:TNG)?
If I’m going with the main characters, I guess it would be Riker. I don’t dislike him per se but he’s bland and judgemental.
3) What's your favourite episode of 4 (Emergency)?
The one where Johnny Gage got bitten by a rattler. This one started my whole whump fascination and the hurt/comfort jones for hurt pretty boys
4) What's your favourite season of 5 (Buffy)?
The second followed closely by the third
5) What's your favourite ship in 3 (Pson)?
Malcolm and Dani, hands down. Finally an easy one (Though Gil and Jessica are a close second0
6) Who is your anti-ship in 2 (XFiles)?
Almost all of them. I’m very content with Scully/Mulder but have zero interest in them with anyone else
7) How long have you watched 1 (St)?
September 28, 1987. My sorority sisters went to one of the sisters’ homes because she had a projection big screen tv? (anyone remember those fuzzy overpriced nightmares?) We were drunk by the time it came on but I was there from the first second to the last.
8) How did you become interested in 3 (Pson)?
I saw the blurb/ads for it. A crime fighting son of a serial killer? Lou Diamond Phillips. I was there for the premiere, first time I’ve ever live tweeted anything
9) Who's your favourite actor in 4 (Emergency)?
Randolph Mantooth (Johnny Gage)
10) Which show do you prefer? 1, 2, or 5 (St, X Files, Buffy)?
This is so hard but I’m going with Star trek because it shows the future I wish we could have where diversity, inclusivity and kindness are prized.
11) Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 (Star Trek or Pson)?
I've seen every episode of both but since Pson was a) cut terribly short and b) not syndicated, it has to be Star Trek
12) If you could be anyone from 4 (Emergency), who would you be?
Dr. Brackett, an ER doc, that would be a dream.
13) How would you kill off your favourite character in 1 (ST)?
Awww, poor Jean-Luc. Better than they actually DID do it. I’d have him pass away in bed with his dog at his side, thank you very much.
14) Give a random quote from 1 (ST).
Seize the time, Meribor. Live now. Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again – Jean-Luc Picard
15) Would a 3 /4 crossover work (Prodigal Son/Emergency)?
No unless you count for the nearly 50 year time difference and that they’re on opposite ends of the country. But…still no
16) Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple (ST).
I am very much not shippy in this fandom. Hell they did one in canon Worf/Troi and I was okay with that. Geordi/Data maybe? I don’t really see it…
17) Has 5 inspired you in any way (Buffy)?
I don’t know about inspired. I’ve always liked this genre (Kolchak and X Files would be more behind me writing a lot of horror/urban fantasy vs it all being on Buffy) However it HAS made me a better writer. This is a fandom I’ve written literally hundred or more stories for. Back in the early days of online fandom people did feel safe pointing out editorial issues and so many jumped at being beta readers. I learned a lot about the craft thanks to Buffy fandom
18) Overall, which show has a better cast? 3 or 5 (Prodigal Son/Buffy)?
With all due respect to Buffy and company, the acting in Prodigal Son was stellar, just amazing all around. Tom Payne did pain and fear better than anyone I’ve ever seen. Michael Sheen took a character who could have been farcical and made him nuanced and charming, he made a serial killing monster charming.
19) Which has better theme music, 2 or 4 (X-Files/Emergency)?
Hands down The X Files
Oddly there were a lot more 1 than any other number and 5 barely made it in….
On the way home I found Schmidt's Sausage Haus' food truck in Jackson. WOO HOO. It's one of the best restaurants (the main one in Germanvillage in Columbus) gimme that saur kraut and onion smothered frankfurter and a cream puff the size of my fist. That'll be 15$? take my money.
I did get some book shuffling done. What I need more than anything is room for one more bookcase or two in this place and it would look 100% better in here.
And I wrote this for
comment_fic today. It's fluffy and hopefully fun.Title: Another Sun That’s Brighter Still
Summary: Hell has frozen over and Husk and Angel are caught out in it. Husk, however, has plans to get nice, warm and snuggly.
Rating: teen
Author Note - Written for cozy_coffee in comment fic for the prompt Any, any, fuzzy and fluffy socks in winter and for the lyrical titles challenge for the prompt of folk song using the Italian folk song Ole Sole Mio sung here by Luciano Pavarotti & Bryan Adams. You can find the song here. It was also written for the allbingo prompt of slippers.
Why did hell have winter? Or rain? Or anything really? Husk couldn’t answer these questions but it seemed rude to corner Lucifer whenever he was actually in the hotel and ask him. Hell was having its cold spell at the moment and it was frigid enough that he’d dug out his boots and squashed his paws into them. Any more, since his soul was no longer his own, Husk didn’t give two fucks about his appearance, not like he had when he was an overlord. He’d worn smart wingtips then. Now he could barely be bothered with clothing, let alone shoes.
His wings should have been under a cloak, which tended to make them ache so he hadn’t put it on before heading to Cannibal Town to pick up a gift Rosie had for Alastor. Husk desperately didn’t want to know what was going to be in that package. He sure as fuck wasn’t opening it up and peeking. Of course, when he’d left the hotel, it had merely been cold. Same thing after he left Rosie’s having purchased a few things for himself at her emporium, all the while trying not to look at the jars of brains in red eye gravy ‘for a quick meal for the tired chef’ that she had prominently displayed in the window. One wrong move in Cannibal Town and it would be his brain in a jar, heading for someone’s dinner plate.
Now as he was trying to get to where he had parked – and seriously why was it so damned crowded out on such a miserable day – an ice storm had blown up. His wings were slicked and were well on their way to being slush piles attached to his back. He’d curled his tail up and jammed the feathery end of it under his jacket against his belly as additional insulation. Too warm to freeze over entirely, his wings still managed to become radiators of ice right into his core.
Husk did something he rarely did: run. With his luck he’d end up on his ass in the icy slush, his packages everywhere. Maybe Lucifer heard him cursing his name because he made it to the man’s limo before an accident happened. He pulled his flask from the center console and downed a healthy swallow of whisky before putting the car in gear. His iced over wings melted between him and the seat, freezing water running down to puddle in the crack of his ass. What were his chances of killing Alastor for making him come out in this? Piss poor. He and Lucifer were going to have a long chat about this weather. Maybe Lucifer couldn’t control this and it was an act from on high, additional punishment for all the sinners in the Pride ring. Maybe he’d finally find out the truth about Hell’s mysterious ways but Husk decided his changes of that were as good as his chances of strangling Alastor.
Driving more cautiously than usual – because if he wrecked he might find the limo stripped when he came to – Husk took the shortest route home until he hit a moron turf war that detoured him all the way into the Entertainment District. Vee Tower loomed and he wondered if Angel was warm under a pile of men. Knowing what a vicious bag of dicks Valentino was, he was probably filming on the roof and titling the porno Horny Shades of Winter.
To his surprise, he spotted his friend walking head down into the ice storm, wearing actual pants and a wooly long jacket. He only knew it was Angel by the number of arms, the height and the fact the wool was pink as a carnations as was his tousle hat. Husk blew the horn and pulled up to the curb.
“Hey babe, want a ride home?” he called through the window, barely able to get the glass down since it was beginning to freeze up.
“I dunno, sweet cheeks. Can you afford me?” Angel leaned in the window and kissed Husk right on the heart-shaped marking on his nose.
“Keep being a smart ass and you can hike in this storm all the way home and I won’t give you the gift I bought you.”
Angel hustled around the limo and jumped in shotgun next to Husk. “Thank Lucifer you’re here. I was going to freeze my balls off by the time I got home.”
Seeing as they were miles from the hotel, that seemed accurate. Husk pulled back into traffic. “Why are you hiking your ass home anyhow?”
“The actors were getting pissy about the storm and it was like herding cats, no offense babe.” Angel smiled at him. “Valentino about burst a blood vessel screaming at us and then decided he was cold too just looking at the storm so let us go. But no taxis wanted to come out in this shit. What are you doing out?”
“Cannibal Town run for Alastor. Whatever you do don’t look in the packages in the back.”
Angel shuddered violently. “Tell me my gift isn’t sitting next to someone’s head in a bag.”
“Please, as if you didn’t put someone’s head in a bag when you were a mob enforcer.”
“That was business. Speaking of which…I need a bath in the worst way. I just finished filming a ten man gang bang when Val pulled the plug. No way I was showering and then stepping out in this weather still damp.”
“I could use one too. My wings damn near froze to my back.” Husk sighed.
“When do I get my gift?”
“After you bathe and you behave yourself.”
“Husky, you can have one or the other but not both. You know how I get in a tub.” Angel pitched his voice down register, warm and sultry as he batted his eyelashes which still had snowflake stuck to them.
Husk pictured the one – and only – time they had shared a bath. One, who knew Angel had that many tub toys. Two, everyone knew Angel was loud in the sack and if they didn’t, they did after that. Three, jumping spiders had strong legs. Husk had hit Angel’s p-spot just right and he’d kicked the spigot straight off the wall, ending the session in an explosion of water from the busted pipe.
“I know you’re a hazard in a tub,” Husk grumbled.
“I’m a hazard everywhere.”
“No argument.” Husk turned his attention to the road because if he kept paying attention to Angel driving in the ice would get that much more difficult with all his blood in his cock instead of his brain.
Once they got home, he didn’t let Angel help with the packages because he’d peek. After giving Alastor Rosie’s gift, he filled up his tub and took a long soak until the cold left his bones. Husk took longer than usual under the heat lamps driving off his fur because hell’s idea of a joke was to make him a cat-bird hybrid and being covered head to toe in fur wasn’t fun or easy. The wings just made it all worse.
He pulled on the fuzzy socks he’d bought for himself and padded down the hall with the gift bags and knocked on Angel’s door. He thought he heard him so he poked his head in. No one was in the bedroom but Fat Nuggets who trotted over. Husk patted the hell pig’s head.
“You alive in there, Tony?” he asked Angel through the bathroom door.
“Almost done. Have a seat.”
Knowing that meant Angel would be at least another half hour because he’d need to dry his spider fuzz off, Husk sat on the bed and picked up the book Angel had on his nightstand. A horror this time. At least his reading choices – though he’d been shocked Angel read at all in the beginning – weren’t as gross as the movies he made. Husk had grown up in Vegas. He’d had other friends and lovers in the sex industry, which was probably why he was so accepting of Angel’s job, but he didn’t like Valentino’s movies or the things he made Angel do in them.
He was deep into Angel’s Ghosts by Edith Wharton, snuggled up on the bed with Fat Nuggets on his lap by the time Angel made an appearance, peering around the bathroom door. He pointed to Husk’s feet and laughed at what was written on the bottom of his new fuzzy socks: If You Can Read This on one foot and Bring Booze Please on the other.
“Husky, I forgot my slippers. Can you wing them to me?” Angel shot him a shockingly shy look. He never wanted Husk to see his feet, even when they made love.
“It’s okay, Anthony,” he replied. Angel loved it when he used his real name in private. It made him feel seen. “I won’t look at them. Come here and get your gift.”
True to his word, he kept his gaze on Angel’s face as he inched into the room and scurried to the bed. He handed him the smaller of the two gift bags first and Angel pulled out fuzzy socks with cat heads at the top and they were covered in paw prints. He squealed and jumped on the bed. To Husk’s utter shock, he swung his long legs into Husk’s lap and tossed him the socks.
“Put them on me! Put them on!” he crowed in delight.
Laughing, Husk lifted his right leg and slipped the sock up Angel’s powerful, pink-striped calf. He gave Angel a sly look and kissed his shin just above the sock. Angel made a happy little sound deep in his throat. Before putting on the other sock, he massaged Angel’s ankle. Angel flexed his little spider paws; the pink toes wiggled. Husk pressed a kiss to the bare pink paw before slipping on the sock. Angel giggled and drew his feet up, stroking the cat faces of his new fuzzy socks.
“I love them, Husky. Why did you ever think to buy these for me?”
“It was fucking freezing out and I was getting some for me and I know you like to keep your feet covered so I thought why not?” He shrugged. “No biggie.”
“Yes, it is. It’s the first gift you’ve ever bought me.”
“Guess it should have been more romantic then.” Husk sighed. He never was much good at relationships.
“Eh, I get a bunch of romantic crap from fans I don’t want to know about. This says you really thought about what I wanted and needed.” Angel pointed to the bigger bag. “What’s in there? Did you get me a toy?”
Husk snorted. “Tony, you need a new sex toy like I need a bottle of booze.”
“Oh, speaking of which, Mr. Fuzzy Sock Messenger.” Angel rolled off the bed and dug a bottle of bourbon out of his dresser drawer. He handed it to Husk as he bounced back on the mattress. Fat Nuggets grunted and cracked open an eye to look at his daddy irritated over being jostled.
Husk traded it for the larger bag. Angel pulled out a set of slippers covered in pink mirrored glass rectangles so they looked like disco balls. They positively glittered under the fuchsia neon hearts and stars Angel had surrounding his bed. Angel stared at them speechless and Husk couldn’t tell if he loved them or hated them.
“They’re probably dumb but you said your slippers were getting worn out and I know you like having some to wear around the hotel on your days off. I just thought…they were flashy like you.”
Angel mobbed him in a hug, squashing poor Fat Nuggets between them. He kissed Husk hard as the pig rescued himself and disgruntledly made his way to his pig bed. Husk held Angel tight as their mouths warred for dominance. He smelled like honey and cream and gingery spices. Where in hell did he find his bath products?
“They’re adorable, Husk,” Angel said when he finally came up for air.
“Glad you like them,” he said, digging his fingers into Angel’s thick hair.
“Love them. They’re perfect for such a gray day.”
“I don’t know. It’s really pretty bright in here.” He brushed Angel’s hair back. “Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te!” Husk crooned.
“Keep singing Italian to me. You know what it does to me.” Angel cuddled closer, all six arms out and wrapped around Husk.
“Oh, I do know. Why do you think I do it?” Husk chuckled. “I’m just glad you like the slippers too.”
“Love ‘em. I’m wearing them to dinner. Charlie will squeal over them.”
Husk snorted. She probably would.
“But until then, I think we have time to get ourselves nice and sleepy and nap away this ice storm.” Angel ran a hand up under Husk’s shirt that he’d put on because he was actually still a little chilled after the ice storm. “Get you all nice and toasty warm first.”
So much for their baths. They’d need a new one.
“You do have good plans from time to time.”
“Mmmm, most of the time,” Angel said, nuzzling Husk’s neck.
“Prove it.” Husk smirked.
Angel absolutely would. What better way to spend a winter’s day than warming up the sheets? Let it ice up outside. They were cozy and comfortable together and that was more than enough for him.
Italian Translation
Ma n'atu sole cchiù bello, oje ne'. O sole mio sta 'nfronte a te! : But another sun, that’s brighter still. It’s my own sun that’s in your face! (Lyrics to the Italian folk song O Sole Mio)
And here's a fun fandom meme I got from
trobadora and shipperslist. Can't promise I'd give you these same 5 shows if you asked me tomorrow. I tried to give you a slice from the last 40 odd yearsRules: pick your five favourite TV shows (in no particular order) and answer the following questions. Don't cheat!
1. Star Trek: The Next Generation
2. The X-Files
3. Prodigal Son
4. Emergency!
5. Buffy the Vampire Slayer
1) Who's your favourite character in 2 (The X-Files)?
Dana Scully. She’s exactly who I would have liked to be, a doctor, a woman of power and respect…sort of. I would have liked her to be more accepting of the weird though. It worked with her being a skeptic in season 1. Much less so by S4
2) Who's your least favourite character in 1 (ST:TNG)?
If I’m going with the main characters, I guess it would be Riker. I don’t dislike him per se but he’s bland and judgemental.
3) What's your favourite episode of 4 (Emergency)?
The one where Johnny Gage got bitten by a rattler. This one started my whole whump fascination and the hurt/comfort jones for hurt pretty boys
4) What's your favourite season of 5 (Buffy)?
The second followed closely by the third
5) What's your favourite ship in 3 (Pson)?
Malcolm and Dani, hands down. Finally an easy one (Though Gil and Jessica are a close second0
6) Who is your anti-ship in 2 (XFiles)?
Almost all of them. I’m very content with Scully/Mulder but have zero interest in them with anyone else
7) How long have you watched 1 (St)?
September 28, 1987. My sorority sisters went to one of the sisters’ homes because she had a projection big screen tv? (anyone remember those fuzzy overpriced nightmares?) We were drunk by the time it came on but I was there from the first second to the last.
8) How did you become interested in 3 (Pson)?
I saw the blurb/ads for it. A crime fighting son of a serial killer? Lou Diamond Phillips. I was there for the premiere, first time I’ve ever live tweeted anything
9) Who's your favourite actor in 4 (Emergency)?
Randolph Mantooth (Johnny Gage)
10) Which show do you prefer? 1, 2, or 5 (St, X Files, Buffy)?
This is so hard but I’m going with Star trek because it shows the future I wish we could have where diversity, inclusivity and kindness are prized.
11) Which show have you seen more episodes of, 1 or 3 (Star Trek or Pson)?
I've seen every episode of both but since Pson was a) cut terribly short and b) not syndicated, it has to be Star Trek
12) If you could be anyone from 4 (Emergency), who would you be?
Dr. Brackett, an ER doc, that would be a dream.
13) How would you kill off your favourite character in 1 (ST)?
Awww, poor Jean-Luc. Better than they actually DID do it. I’d have him pass away in bed with his dog at his side, thank you very much.
14) Give a random quote from 1 (ST).
Seize the time, Meribor. Live now. Make now always the most precious time. Now will never come again – Jean-Luc Picard
15) Would a 3 /4 crossover work (Prodigal Son/Emergency)?
No unless you count for the nearly 50 year time difference and that they’re on opposite ends of the country. But…still no
16) Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple (ST).
I am very much not shippy in this fandom. Hell they did one in canon Worf/Troi and I was okay with that. Geordi/Data maybe? I don’t really see it…
17) Has 5 inspired you in any way (Buffy)?
I don’t know about inspired. I’ve always liked this genre (Kolchak and X Files would be more behind me writing a lot of horror/urban fantasy vs it all being on Buffy) However it HAS made me a better writer. This is a fandom I’ve written literally hundred or more stories for. Back in the early days of online fandom people did feel safe pointing out editorial issues and so many jumped at being beta readers. I learned a lot about the craft thanks to Buffy fandom
18) Overall, which show has a better cast? 3 or 5 (Prodigal Son/Buffy)?
With all due respect to Buffy and company, the acting in Prodigal Son was stellar, just amazing all around. Tom Payne did pain and fear better than anyone I’ve ever seen. Michael Sheen took a character who could have been farcical and made him nuanced and charming, he made a serial killing monster charming.
19) Which has better theme music, 2 or 4 (X-Files/Emergency)?
Hands down The X Files
Oddly there were a lot more 1 than any other number and 5 barely made it in….
