Fannish Friday
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cornerofmadnessAll I did today was fail at the things I wanted to do so let's just do the fannish 50 recs. I did finish a story and I will bbl to share it because it's on my flash in another room and I will get up later to get it.
Oh one other thing, I want to use my 3 day weekend to catch up on like months of comments I owe. I have not been a great friend.
Title: Love Potion.
Summary: Angel’s on the job and to his shock a tremendously drunk and depressed Husk is in the audience. Worse, someone has one of Velvette’s love potions and Angel will be damned harder if he’s going to let some fool use that on his friend.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for sarajayechan in three sentence ficathon for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel/Husk, he knows what date rape drugs look like and he'll be damned if he lets some rando drug a depressed Husk
Also written for Huskerdust week 2026 for the prompt of inhibition/exhibition as well as for the allbingo prompt of ethical sluts and spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The six words are Alluring, Trashy, Adhesive, Vague, Caterwaul & Uncle
Valentino was nothing, if not creative, about his punishments. Was it Angel’s fault that when he kicked one of Vox’s cables away it ended up in Shok.Wav’s tank? It was Vox’s idea to fuck where his sharks could watch, the perv. It was Vox who was planning to shock the fuck out of Angel for shits and giggles. Yeah, he liked electroplay but Vox never played so when he saw that cable sneaking over Valentino’s hip and coming his way, Angel acted instinctively. That ended their threesome real quick. Val had laughed because it was fucking funny the way Vox had caterwauled and twitched but Val also cared about Vox, deeply. Angel wasn’t blind to that.
That’s why he was at this trashy casino on its loser stage covered in adhesive bandages because Vox loved digging his nails in when he beat on Angel. And because they were the ones Val had them use on set, Angel was covered in glow in the dark and glitter bandages. Maybe he could make them alluring as he stripped. Not that he cared. What kind of loser came to this casino anyhow? He much preferred singing and performing in The Jackpot, the one with the kitty on the top that reminded him of someone. This place sucked and since Val had sent him here as a punishment, he had no security guard other than what the casino provided, which was absolutely no one.
So, it was peel a piece of clothing off. Kick a fool in the nuts. Toss a glove into the crowd. Punch a face. By the time two of his fans were literally dog fighting over his stage worn tear-away panties, Angel gratefully hustled his bare ass toward the wings. That’s when he nearly stumbled over his own heels. What in the actual fuck was Husk doing here?
“For fuck’s sake,” he moaned. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t shown everyone at the hotel some of his movies. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t caught Husk watching some of his porn on the sly – not that Husk knew Angel had seen. Husk had definitely seen him naked before but there was just something different about having Husk see him naked live on stage with his balls dangling like fluffy pink tribbles. That’s what Valentino had called them once. Angel had to hunt down Star Trek to find out what the hell that meant. At least Kirk and Sulu were cute, Spock too, and Angel secretly liked science fiction, something he had shared with Val back when Val was wooing him and had been sweet.
Had Husk even actually noticed him? He had his head propped up on one hand, eyes closed. There was a case worth of empty tumblers around him so maybe he was blitzed. His ears and wings were flat and close to his body. His tail wasn’t moving. When Angel had left in the morning Husk and Alastor had been sparring. Alastor was a better master than Val because half the time he didn’t get up in Husk’s face but when he did, he could teach a master class on how to undermine a person. Husk always ended up depressed and bitchy after a confrontation with Al. That was probably why he was in this fleabag casino. Maybe he was actually unconscious right now and hadn’t even seen the exhibition. Angel could hope.
A lanky fool with a head like a die was sitting at the table with Husk so maybe he had helped with the heroic intake of alcohol. Once Angel hunted down his clothing, he’d go rescue Husk and take him home. He’d barely taken another step when the stranger went from some vague sense of unease in Angel’s brain to outright threat. Dice Head tossed something into a tumbler and pushed it to Husk. Angel knew date rape drugs when he saw them and this rando was acting like it was his first time roofie-ing someone.
He’d added Velvette’s Love Potion #69. It was meant for consenting adults who wanted to loosen up and lose their inhibitions. For fuck’s sake, the shit made smoke and turned the drinks pink. It wasn’t like it was subtle. Who the hell used that as a roofie? It would work too. Velvette tried out half her shit on Angel. He knew how loosey-goosey #69 would make you and Husk was three sheets to the wind as it was. Angel never knew exactly where he stood with Husk. He started out as a Dutch Uncle that Angel loved to annoy but they were good friends now. No, we’re more even if we’re two idiots who can’t say we’re in love.
Even if all Husk was to him was a willing ear listening to Angel gripe, Angel was not about to let someone hurt Husk. No fucking way. He jumped off the stage and ran to Husk’s table, all eyes on him in shock. Yep, some fools were already recording this. It would be on the 666 News later: Valentino’s Pet Slut Runs Naked in a Casino, with his cock waggling everywhere. Angel retracted that on the run, one less target when the fight started. Husk was conscious enough to lift a fresh drink to his lips. Angel slapped it out of Husk’s hands, drenching Dice Head.
Husk widened his glazed eyes and he tracked down Angel’s heart marking, following the pink goody trail right down to his heart-shaped pink pubes. Normally Husk would not be eyeing him so openly – oh sure on the sly he had. Hard to sneak that shit past a dude with eight eyes - but drunken fool Husk saw something he liked. His head bobbled as he finally made eye contact. “Angel, why are you nekkid an’ why’dja slap me?” he slurred out.
“Dumb fuck over here was gonna slip you a roofie and take you home.”
Husk turned on his chair to look at Dice Head and fell out. Angel caught him before he hit floor, shoving him back onto his seat.
“And what are you gonna do about it? Like I’m afraid of a naked whore.” Dice Head laughed at him.
Without a word, he slipped back into Anthony circa the 1940s. Angel landed a right cross smack in the middle of the would-be rapist’s face. Dice Head’s eyes rolled up and he fell over backward, taking the chair with him. Angel snorted. “That was anticlimactic. I was spoiling for a fight. Way to have a glass jaw.” He kicked the guy for good measure. “Come on, Husk, I’m getting you out of here.”
He didn’t wait for Husk to protest. He dragged him along, ignoring idiots who cat called him and begged him to take them too. Angel landed several punches on the dude who grabbed his ass as Angel passed, filling his need to vent his rage. Angel managed to get Husk back to the green room where he put on his street clothes. Val had said nothing about waiting for payment so that must have been handled. He hustled Husk outside.
Holding tight to Husk’s suspenders with some chest hair in the mix, Angel flagged down a cab and jammed Husk inside. “To the Happy Hotel,” he said. He so much preferred that to Alastor’s bitchy renaming of it.
“I can handle meself,” Husk grumbled.
“Me too. But you pulled me out of a bar when I nearly got roofied and raped. I’m just returning the favor.”
Husk sighed and blacked out against Angel’s shoulder. He stayed that way until Angel had carried him all the way to his bedroom. He tucked Husk into bed, leaving him in his boxers. Angel set the trash can next to his bed in case he had to vomit and went to leave. Husk roused and grabbed his hand.
“Thanks, Angel. You shoulda left me there. I ain’t worth the bruised knuckles.”
“Would you have left me?”
“Nah.”
“Me either. I’m not a shit friend, not if I can help it. Get some sleep, babe. You’re drunk as hell.”
Husk groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers. “Angel, ya really know how to move on stage.”
Angel beamed at the praise. “Thanks.”
“Your cock has cute little hearts on it.”
Angel’s jaw dropped. Husk knew that before, of course. He’d seen the porn but he never commented on it. He even blushed when he accidentally let things slip but not drunk-ass Husk, apparently. Dice Head hadn’t needed Love Potion #69 to loosen Husk up. All his inhibitions were gone.
“And maybe one night when you’re soberish I’ll let you see those cute little hearts again but you are way too drunk tonight.”
“Might be right,” Husk let out another low long sigh and his eyes shut.
He was snoring before Angel got to the door. It might have been a shit day for them both but Angel was counting this as a good night. His man was safe and make no mistake, Husk was his. He just wasn’t ready to admit it yet. Angel could wait. For Husk, he would have the patience of Job.
A Collared Dog The Owl House
I May Be A Loser, But He Likes Me That Way Hazbin Hotel
Wet And Cold Torchwood
Feeling Down FAKE
Happy St Valentine's Day, Bodie
The Professionals
Undefined Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Not Letting Go Torchwood
beyond the borders. Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Blood Ties Hazbin Hotel
The Star of the Show. Starsky & Hutch
Intruder Alert Stargate SG-1
Wouldn't, Couldn't, Hadn't (Dulce) Hazbin Hotel
14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel
A New Life The Owl House
Zewu-jun’s secret vacation
陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Modao Zushi - Moxiang Tongxiu & Related Fandoms
Toxic Bliss Hazbin Hotel
we're going up (we'll never be denied) Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
To Be Known Merlin
Feeling Their Age Torchwood
perhaps not so incurable Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Eternity (Paz) Hazbin Hotel
untitled Hazbin Hotel
Through The Decades (Hola)
untitled Hazbin Hotel
Oh one other thing, I want to use my 3 day weekend to catch up on like months of comments I owe. I have not been a great friend.
Title: Love Potion.
Summary: Angel’s on the job and to his shock a tremendously drunk and depressed Husk is in the audience. Worse, someone has one of Velvette’s love potions and Angel will be damned harder if he’s going to let some fool use that on his friend.
Rating: teen
Notes:Written for sarajayechan in three sentence ficathon for the prompt Hazbin Hotel, Angel/Husk, he knows what date rape drugs look like and he'll be damned if he lets some rando drug a depressed Husk
Also written for Huskerdust week 2026 for the prompt of inhibition/exhibition as well as for the allbingo prompt of ethical sluts and spikesgirl58’s 6 word challenge. The six words are Alluring, Trashy, Adhesive, Vague, Caterwaul & Uncle
Valentino was nothing, if not creative, about his punishments. Was it Angel’s fault that when he kicked one of Vox’s cables away it ended up in Shok.Wav’s tank? It was Vox’s idea to fuck where his sharks could watch, the perv. It was Vox who was planning to shock the fuck out of Angel for shits and giggles. Yeah, he liked electroplay but Vox never played so when he saw that cable sneaking over Valentino’s hip and coming his way, Angel acted instinctively. That ended their threesome real quick. Val had laughed because it was fucking funny the way Vox had caterwauled and twitched but Val also cared about Vox, deeply. Angel wasn’t blind to that.
That’s why he was at this trashy casino on its loser stage covered in adhesive bandages because Vox loved digging his nails in when he beat on Angel. And because they were the ones Val had them use on set, Angel was covered in glow in the dark and glitter bandages. Maybe he could make them alluring as he stripped. Not that he cared. What kind of loser came to this casino anyhow? He much preferred singing and performing in The Jackpot, the one with the kitty on the top that reminded him of someone. This place sucked and since Val had sent him here as a punishment, he had no security guard other than what the casino provided, which was absolutely no one.
So, it was peel a piece of clothing off. Kick a fool in the nuts. Toss a glove into the crowd. Punch a face. By the time two of his fans were literally dog fighting over his stage worn tear-away panties, Angel gratefully hustled his bare ass toward the wings. That’s when he nearly stumbled over his own heels. What in the actual fuck was Husk doing here?
“For fuck’s sake,” he moaned. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t shown everyone at the hotel some of his movies. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t caught Husk watching some of his porn on the sly – not that Husk knew Angel had seen. Husk had definitely seen him naked before but there was just something different about having Husk see him naked live on stage with his balls dangling like fluffy pink tribbles. That’s what Valentino had called them once. Angel had to hunt down Star Trek to find out what the hell that meant. At least Kirk and Sulu were cute, Spock too, and Angel secretly liked science fiction, something he had shared with Val back when Val was wooing him and had been sweet.
Had Husk even actually noticed him? He had his head propped up on one hand, eyes closed. There was a case worth of empty tumblers around him so maybe he was blitzed. His ears and wings were flat and close to his body. His tail wasn’t moving. When Angel had left in the morning Husk and Alastor had been sparring. Alastor was a better master than Val because half the time he didn’t get up in Husk’s face but when he did, he could teach a master class on how to undermine a person. Husk always ended up depressed and bitchy after a confrontation with Al. That was probably why he was in this fleabag casino. Maybe he was actually unconscious right now and hadn’t even seen the exhibition. Angel could hope.
A lanky fool with a head like a die was sitting at the table with Husk so maybe he had helped with the heroic intake of alcohol. Once Angel hunted down his clothing, he’d go rescue Husk and take him home. He’d barely taken another step when the stranger went from some vague sense of unease in Angel’s brain to outright threat. Dice Head tossed something into a tumbler and pushed it to Husk. Angel knew date rape drugs when he saw them and this rando was acting like it was his first time roofie-ing someone.
He’d added Velvette’s Love Potion #69. It was meant for consenting adults who wanted to loosen up and lose their inhibitions. For fuck’s sake, the shit made smoke and turned the drinks pink. It wasn’t like it was subtle. Who the hell used that as a roofie? It would work too. Velvette tried out half her shit on Angel. He knew how loosey-goosey #69 would make you and Husk was three sheets to the wind as it was. Angel never knew exactly where he stood with Husk. He started out as a Dutch Uncle that Angel loved to annoy but they were good friends now. No, we’re more even if we’re two idiots who can’t say we’re in love.
Even if all Husk was to him was a willing ear listening to Angel gripe, Angel was not about to let someone hurt Husk. No fucking way. He jumped off the stage and ran to Husk’s table, all eyes on him in shock. Yep, some fools were already recording this. It would be on the 666 News later: Valentino’s Pet Slut Runs Naked in a Casino, with his cock waggling everywhere. Angel retracted that on the run, one less target when the fight started. Husk was conscious enough to lift a fresh drink to his lips. Angel slapped it out of Husk’s hands, drenching Dice Head.
Husk widened his glazed eyes and he tracked down Angel’s heart marking, following the pink goody trail right down to his heart-shaped pink pubes. Normally Husk would not be eyeing him so openly – oh sure on the sly he had. Hard to sneak that shit past a dude with eight eyes - but drunken fool Husk saw something he liked. His head bobbled as he finally made eye contact. “Angel, why are you nekkid an’ why’dja slap me?” he slurred out.
“Dumb fuck over here was gonna slip you a roofie and take you home.”
Husk turned on his chair to look at Dice Head and fell out. Angel caught him before he hit floor, shoving him back onto his seat.
“And what are you gonna do about it? Like I’m afraid of a naked whore.” Dice Head laughed at him.
Without a word, he slipped back into Anthony circa the 1940s. Angel landed a right cross smack in the middle of the would-be rapist’s face. Dice Head’s eyes rolled up and he fell over backward, taking the chair with him. Angel snorted. “That was anticlimactic. I was spoiling for a fight. Way to have a glass jaw.” He kicked the guy for good measure. “Come on, Husk, I’m getting you out of here.”
He didn’t wait for Husk to protest. He dragged him along, ignoring idiots who cat called him and begged him to take them too. Angel landed several punches on the dude who grabbed his ass as Angel passed, filling his need to vent his rage. Angel managed to get Husk back to the green room where he put on his street clothes. Val had said nothing about waiting for payment so that must have been handled. He hustled Husk outside.
Holding tight to Husk’s suspenders with some chest hair in the mix, Angel flagged down a cab and jammed Husk inside. “To the Happy Hotel,” he said. He so much preferred that to Alastor’s bitchy renaming of it.
“I can handle meself,” Husk grumbled.
“Me too. But you pulled me out of a bar when I nearly got roofied and raped. I’m just returning the favor.”
Husk sighed and blacked out against Angel’s shoulder. He stayed that way until Angel had carried him all the way to his bedroom. He tucked Husk into bed, leaving him in his boxers. Angel set the trash can next to his bed in case he had to vomit and went to leave. Husk roused and grabbed his hand.
“Thanks, Angel. You shoulda left me there. I ain’t worth the bruised knuckles.”
“Would you have left me?”
“Nah.”
“Me either. I’m not a shit friend, not if I can help it. Get some sleep, babe. You’re drunk as hell.”
Husk groaned and burrowed deeper into the covers. “Angel, ya really know how to move on stage.”
Angel beamed at the praise. “Thanks.”
“Your cock has cute little hearts on it.”
Angel’s jaw dropped. Husk knew that before, of course. He’d seen the porn but he never commented on it. He even blushed when he accidentally let things slip but not drunk-ass Husk, apparently. Dice Head hadn’t needed Love Potion #69 to loosen Husk up. All his inhibitions were gone.
“And maybe one night when you’re soberish I’ll let you see those cute little hearts again but you are way too drunk tonight.”
“Might be right,” Husk let out another low long sigh and his eyes shut.
He was snoring before Angel got to the door. It might have been a shit day for them both but Angel was counting this as a good night. His man was safe and make no mistake, Husk was his. He just wasn’t ready to admit it yet. Angel could wait. For Husk, he would have the patience of Job.
A Collared Dog The Owl House
I May Be A Loser, But He Likes Me That Way Hazbin Hotel
Wet And Cold Torchwood
Feeling Down FAKE
Happy St Valentine's Day, Bodie
The Professionals
Undefined Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Not Letting Go Torchwood
beyond the borders. Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Blood Ties Hazbin Hotel
The Star of the Show. Starsky & Hutch
Intruder Alert Stargate SG-1
Wouldn't, Couldn't, Hadn't (Dulce) Hazbin Hotel
14 Days of Valentine's Day Hazbin Hotel
A New Life The Owl House
Zewu-jun’s secret vacation
陈情令 | The Untamed (TV)魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Modao Zushi - Moxiang Tongxiu & Related Fandoms
Toxic Bliss Hazbin Hotel
we're going up (we'll never be denied) Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
To Be Known Merlin
Feeling Their Age Torchwood
perhaps not so incurable Fire Emblem Musou: Fuukasetsugetsu | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes
Eternity (Paz) Hazbin Hotel
untitled Hazbin Hotel
Through The Decades (Hola)
untitled Hazbin Hotel
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