#huskerdust ficlet

[morganski-19]

Angel gets into Heaven and Husk doesn't. When the seraphims come to pick him up, he can't leave. Not when someone is still stuck here.

Husk smiles at Angel with tears in his eyes. Knowing that this might be the last time they ever see each other. Angel might be free, but Husk isn't. Even if he was, he'd still have a long way to go to redemption. Angel was always going to be the first to leave.

They knew that, but it didn't make this any better.

"Go," he says with a strong voice. "You've earned it."

Earning it means nothing when his biggest support has to stay here. "I can't. Not without you."

Husk tries to laugh like it's all a joke, but it just comes out sad. "If you don't, you might never get another chance."

"I don't care. We'll find a way to go together if we can. Heaven will be shit without you there with me."

"No, it won't. Heaven will be all that it's chalked up to be. And you won't be missing anything, cause you won't remember me."

"You say that like it makes it better." A lump forms in Angel's throat, threatening to make him sob. "I'd rather stay a million years in Hell than a day in Heaven if that means I can still be with you."

Husk takes Angel's hands, gripping them tight. "You don't mean that."

"Yes, I do. How can I leave when the one good thing that ever happened to me is standing right in front of me?"

For a second, Angel thinks that he might have gotten through. Broken Husk's strength to say no. Husk pulls Angel into a hug. holding him close like it's the last time. It can't be. It won't. Angel isn't leaving this.

"I love you, Angel," Husk whispers. "But I could never forgive myself if I'd let you miss the thing you've been working so hard for."

Before he realizes it, Husk pushes Angel away from him. Right into the portal. Angel tries to regain his balance, his third set of arms spawning to try and grab at something, anything.

"Husk, no," Angel yells as he falls through the portal. It closes after him.

Suddenly, Angel's mind goes blank.

[nerdthatsiriuslylovesteaxx]

Anthony

"Angel!" Nothing, "Angel Dust!" Still no fucking response, "ANTHONY!"

"Don't call me that fucker."

"Great so you can hear me."

"What the fuck do you want?"

"You aren't going back to him."

"Leave me the fuck alone on that one Husker." He didn't even react to the Husker part,

"He's a fucked up bitch, he's fucking hurting you, you aren't going anywhere near him Anthony."

"Stop calling me that, and are you forgetting the fact that he fucking owns me?!"

"That doesn't make it any better."

"It's not like I have a choice, leave me the fuck alone Husk." Angel Dust walked straight out, ignoring any and all of the bartenders protest. Husk took a long sip of whiskey, another one who'd sold a soul without knowing what would come with it.

He'd locked himself in his room, there was nothing he could fucking do, he deserved this. He was in Hell for fucks sake he shouldn't be fucking surprised, he cried but it would never do anything, he was fucking helpless. At this point he was a living sex toy.

"One more time." He wanted to run,

"Of course." He said licking his lips. The chains, the lead, the lights. Nothing was new. He didn't feel it anymore, he couldn't fucking care anymore. Angel woke in a cold sweat, it was only a nightmare he told himself, but he knew it would happen tomorrow and every day to come after that. Another taste of those bitter lips, another day of getting used like a sex toy, what the fuck had his death come to?

He took a breath of nicotine in before throwing the cigarette out, he didn't need any more yelling today, he didn't know if he could handle it. He walked inside the hotel, sitting down at the bar.

"What's the strongest thing you got Husk?" Choosing to ignore the last conversation they had, sadly however, Husk didn't.

"We're not finished." He said in a matter of fact voice.

"Just give me something strong Husk, I don't have the energy for this."

"Later." Tears fell from his eyes,

"I- I just don't want to fucking feel right now."

"When you're in deep shit trust me being numb won't make any of your shit work out later."

"It's too much."

"Hey, listen to me Angel. We're going to get your soul back and that bitch away from you okay?"

"How?"

"You're forgetting we know the most powerful demons in Hell." They just sat in silence for a few minutes before they eventually moved on with the day, both hoping that this would be one of the last times Angel had to worry about Valentino. The one thing they had hope in.

[unseelie-courtesan]

It's been a pretty good day at the hotel, all things considered. Charlie wanted to do another round of trust falls, positive that they'd all come up with new and deeper secrets as they grew closer together. And hey, she wasn't wrong, Nifty actually got caught this time! But one thing Angel couldn't help but notice was that after the trust falls, Husk had been acting a little more snarly than usual. He couldn't figure out why at first, it wasn't like he had shared anything personal enough to be a big deal, and he had been caught after grumbling out that he preferred the taste of cheap booze over the expensive stuff, but he was nursing his bottle more intently than usual all through the rest of the day, and even turned in early. That was when Angel noticed it properly. As Husk walked up the stairs, thinking he was out of sight, he went to rub at one of his shoulders, wincing in the process.

So maybe he slinked off to join him. Maybe he just happened to slide into Husk's room before the kitty cat could close the door, needing to let that long tail in behind him doesn't exactly mean he can slam it quick. Husk's gruff "What-?" turned into a falter when he saw Angel, only to turn into a groan as he walked over to the bed. "Listen, I'm not in the mood for your games tonight kid."

"They're only games 'cause you ain't said yes yet." It's automatic, a flirt, a tease. Not even instinct, it's a full on reflex, out of his mouth before he can think about it. Husk's scowl made Angel wince, but he pushed on regardless, holding out his hands in front of him in the universal gesture for surrender. "Besides, that ain't why I'm here. Honest. Just wanted to know what's going on, you doing okay?"

There's a moment where shock crosses that gruff face, and he covers it up quickly enough Angel almost thinks he imagined it, but after a beat or two Husk just gave a shrug as he grumbled that it wasn't anything to worry about, just his back acting up, and why wasn't there a decent fucking chiropractor here in hell? Angel couldn't help his grin as he listened to the complaining, all too aware that just a month ago he definitely wouldn't have gotten an honest answer out of Husk, and as soon as he got the chance he stepped in a little closer.

"Well, luckily for you, you've got the best set a' hands in hell right here to help you out with your little problem." One pair rested on Husk's shoulders as he spoke, the other taking those pawlike hands as he winked. "They don't call my fingers magic for nothing baby."

This time when he's glared at, it's easy to laugh it away. It took a little effort, a little coaxing, but eventually he managed to convince Husk to at least hear him out and go along with his idea. To lay down on his stomach, resting his head on his crossed arms as he let his wings relax out to the sides. It didn't take long at all before Angel was joining him, climbing onto the mattress and climbing onto those thighs.

With Angel straddling Husk's hips from behind, the jokes are just too easy, low hanging fruit, like any time Pentious opens his mouth, and he can ignore it easily. Instead he clapped both sets of hands together and rubbed them together for a few minutes, warming them up with the friction. When he finally got to work properly, the reaction was immediate.

One pair began up at Husk's shoulders, working the heels of his hands deep into the muscle tissue while the other pair began to explore, carefully, at the join where Husk's wings met his back. At first, all Angel got in response was Husk tensing up beneath him. Every muscle in his shoulders knotted up worse, and those wings went so stiff that he began to wonder if this was a bad idea after all. But as Angel worked, keeping his commentary to himself for a change, he slowly started to see the difference as bit by bit, Husk managed to make himself relax into the stead, firm pressure.

One thing that quickly became clear was that while Husk's posture was terrible, there was a reason for it. Those wings of his were heavy. He's slouching forwards at least as much to keep his balance every day as he is because of how he feels beat down by the world. There's knots so stiff and tense under his fingers that Angel is pretty sure they've been there since the guy was alive, and the extra set of complex joints right in the middle of the bastard muscles in his back certainly weren't helping matters. It's no wonder he hasn't seen Husk flying around anywhere, he's not sure how well he can actually move those wings.

Bit by bit, Angel worked on massaging out the stress. The pain. The tension. The noises Husker let out weren't quite moans, and there were more than a few hisses of pain here and there as Angel's deft fingers found an exceptionally stubborn knot of muscle and worked on it until the fibers loosened and it settled into place. But eventually, once Angel had worked his way down Husk's back past his wings, kneading ever closer to the base of his tail, he heard a new noise. Something he's never heard from Husk before.

He heard purring.

It's a low, raspy sound. Deep in the old man's chest, more sensation rumbling through his body than truly audible. It sounded like something Husk hasn't done in a long time, like he's almost forgotten about the concept. It's such a surprise that Angel very nearly blurted out a laugh, but instead he bit his lip as he grinned silently, still silently working his way down that knobbly spine.

He never thought he'd be on top of another guy, straddling their thighs, and not be jumping straight into fucking them. But maybe there's something to be said for a little gentle intimacy too.

[creaturecomfxrts]

wip huskerdust fic ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚

let me know what you think! i want to finish it but…. whos to say….

Angel Dust shifted in the satin bar stool he was currently perched upon. In one of his many hands he swirled an obnoxiously fruity cocktail. In another, he propped his head up, slender fingers curled as his knuckles rested against his cheek, ever conscious of how he looked. If the spider didnt look like a slutty pin up doll from every angle, it wasnt enough. At least its not a floozy nightclub, he thought , sipping the drink as he surveyed the room. The pink liquid burned delightfully on the way down. It wasn’t as good as the custom drinks Husk made him. He missed the little umbrellas.

The place was huge and packed with people, gold studded walls, crystal glasses teeming with whiskey on the rocks and overblown confidence. Poker tables were spread out among the floor and sinners in gaudy outfits cashing in their life savings as the cards, chips, and booze flowed. Casinos weren’t his outing of choice, but he’d decided to join a mission that the radio demon had sent Husk on, if only because he was bored out of his fucking MIND in the hotel. It had nothing to do with the genuine companionship he had begun to feel toward the grumpy old man. Absolutely fucking nothing. Their present goal was to topple a rising new overlord’s empire, or at least begin the process of doing so. The two were here strictly to collect as much information as possible, get as little dirt on their hands as they could. Alastor had said the overlord was “unchivalrously inching closer to his territory”, whatever the hell that meant, and he simply would not allow his power to be contested. Husk, being a former overlord of gambling himself, was perfect for the job, much to his chagrin. Alastor had recruited him for task earlier that day, slinking over to the bar with his signature grin stretching at the edges of his face. Husk grumbled about it as much as one would expect, but largely held his tongue, accepting the assignment. Angel empathized, knowing the cold and sickly pull of the leash just as well as his friend. Alastor kept his cards closely tucked to his chest, no doubt the trait that scored him husks soul, so very few knew the cat’s affiliations with him. They both preferred it that way. now, hours later, they had arrived at the casino, and angel found himself with nothing important to do. Husk had told him as soon as they walked in to simply just “sit and look pretty” over by the bar while he worked the room. With no shortage of innuendos on his end, Angel and Husk parted ways to opposite ends of the joint. It had barely been an hour and the spider already had to fend off multiple overly handsy patrons with gold toothed smiles and flashing eyes, promising to win big just for him, or more likely, for whatever they hoped to get from him in the cheap hotels lining the streets outside the joint. None of them offered good information, not yet, anyway.

With nothing better to do in the moment, he found his gaze utterly drawn to Husk. There was nothing particularly eye catching about the man, at least at first glance. He was short, often rude, and had a prickly personality to match his rough appearance. Angel had originally not given him a second thought, just being glad that the cat kept the booze coming cheap and convenient, but the more time they spent tossing lighthearted animosity over the counter of the dingy bar, the more he found himself genuinely appreciating the bond they’d tediously settled into. He, only in the privacy of his own thoughts, tentatively called the man his friend.

Said man, in the present, was leaning back in a mahogany booth, cigar (where the fuck did he get that? Angel wanted one. The fuck?) lit, the smoke lazily propped between two wickedly sharp claws. Husk’s expression, though not close enough to read poperly, was completely relaxed. His poker face was immaculate. Even from here, he could see the other players tensed shoulders and baited breath, no doubt unnerved. Husk had piles of chips on his side of the table, and it would take a blind and deaf motherfucker to not predict the outcome of this round. Girls in seqiun miniskirts and too tight dresses leaned as close as Husk would allow, enamoured by his expertise. Angel bristled a little, then remembered himself. What the fuck was he jealous of? He could pull anyone in this place. He pushed the feeling down as quickly as it arose, refocusing on the center of his attention. They had barely been an there an hour, and Husk already had half the room wrapped around his finger. He was magnetic. Angel turned, only for a moment, to guesture for a refill when an enraged wail came from the far table of the casino. He whipped around, comically, alongside the bartender, who was just as engrossed in the match as he was. Husk must be somethin’ special if he could get the staff’s attention, Angel mused. The wail had come from a particularly sore loser, an imp in a finely pressed suit with his tail lashing as he forked over his previous winnings. Husk, fittingly, was grinning like a cat who just got the cream. Angel snickered at his own stupid joke. He felt something flutter in his chest at the confident expression gracing the cat’s face. It was so different from his usual tightly wound, brow-perpetually-furrowed, glowering kind of look he seemed to always have. Angel decided pontedly to not dwell on the fact that he paid close attention to the bartenders expressions to be able to even notice that in the first place. He took a rather large sip from his drink.

Snuffing out the cigar on the provided ashtray, Husk rose frim his seat, brushing past his new admirers with a flick of his feathered tail, heqding in Angel’s direction. The smug look had settled into a satisfied grin as he thumbed through the fat stack of cash between his paws. He slid onto the barstool next to Angel, placing his earnings between them with a happy sigh.

“This place is a shithole compared to the casinos I used to run, but by God, its good to be back.” He nearly purred, finishing up his tally of the money.

“You really know ya’ stuff, dontcha kitten?” Angel hummed, beginning to like this new side of Husk. The cat stretched, bones popping, no doubt from staying still so damn long.

“What the hell do you think?” His retort held no bite to it. “I didn’t become an overlord by fucking around, thats how I lost it.” He Paused, lost in thought for a moment. “Anyway, any luck, Legs? I aint got much information on my end, but another few rounds should get them talkin’, I’d say.”

“Nope. Justa bunch of horny freaks. nothin’ useful.”

“Keep workin it baby, your next drinks on me. Holler if you need anything.” He slid a hefty sum of cash to Angel, turning away as the spider retorted that he could buy his own drinks thank you very much.

“Think of it as a thank you for luggin’ your ass out here with me” The cat said over his shoulder, before slinking back into the fray to look for a new game to decimate. Angel watched him leave, the fluttering feeling back with a vengeance in his chest, somewhere underneath all the fluff and heartache.

After that brief yet confusing interaction, Angel drowned himself in cocktail after cocktail, getting comfortably wasted. He flirted with everyone, played his best “you can look but you cant touch” game he could. It was hard. Husk was far too distracting. The cat was drifting from slot machine to roulette table to poker game, round and round, only stopping to drop off his earnings with Angel. With each jackpot his eyes grew brighter. His posture straightened. His honeyed drawl grew smoother. His tail curved at the tip and twitched ever so slightly, a sign of happiness, and perhaps the only emotion he couldn’t mask from his adversaries across the table. Angel would never admit that he’d looked it up (He’d been curious. Could you blame him? The man never talked feelings. Angel had to learn to read body language, that was it.), and worse, found it ridiculously endearing. After not so subtly letting down yet another drunken suitor with no valuable information, he felt a brush of feathers against his back. Husk joined him at the bar, yet again with more winnings. “Making good use of that cash, huh, spider?” He quipped before flagging the bertender for a shot of whiskey.

“You know it Daddy” he cooed with a drunken grin, leaning in to the other demons personal space.

“Shaddup with that shit.” Husk grumbled, pushing Angel back, soft paw shoved into his face. “I aint your client.” Perhaps Angel was too drunk, but he swore he saw a hint of color tinge the other man’s furry cheeks. Husks brow furrowed, and the moment passed. “Wait… Ive got an idea.”

Angel cocked his head, curious.

“Theres a lot of pompous freaks in this casino. More so than many i’ve been to. Its clearly the atmosphere the overlord of this area wants to cultivate.” He continued. “You fit right in—

“Hey! I-“

“Let me finish. You fit right in to these motherfucker’s wettest dreams. You’ve had no shortage of suitors tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah. Unfortunately.”

Wanna be my arm candy?”

Angel felt his face explode with heat.

“What.”

“I- ahm- ‘scuse me. That came out wrong, sorry doll.” Husk coughed. “I mean, will you act as my arm candy for the evening? with your pretty little face on my arm, ive got a feelin’ people are gonna be a lot more loose lipped.”

Angel blinked. He blinked again. “You think thatll work, Husky? really? I mean i know im hot but i dunno…. you seem to be workin the crowd pretty damn well, kitty cat. Wouldnt wanna break yer stride.” He fidgeted with his many hands, not sure what to do with such a polite yet bold proposition. Normally, people dont ask, they just take. If Val wanted arm candy, he grabbed whoever he wanted whenever he wanted, including Angel. Especially Angel. This was different. He was snapped out of his head when Husk replied, kind as ever.

“Trust me, kid. It’ll work wonders. Whaddya say?” He slid off the stool, downing his shot before holding out a hand to Angel.

Angel nearly tripped over himself taking it. They walked shoulder to shoulder like a proper couple, elbows linked. Husk leaned closer, “New place, same job. Sit and look pretty. Do whatever you like. Flirt all ya want. But, if ya dont mind, just let me do the talkin, okay?”

Angel could only nod, butterflies swarming in his stomach so ferociously he felt nauseous for a moment.

[eiirisworkshop]

Between Takes

A Hazbin Hotel ficlet. 364 words. Can be read on Ao3.

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Angel wriggled uncomfortably against his bonds, took a deep breath, and let it out. He and Lupé were tied next to each other to the side of a faux-stone obelisk, hands above their heads, apple boxes stuck under their feet by the grip department, at least for shots that that wouldn’t show them. Or, like now, between shots. 

“So,” Lupé rolled his head boredly toward Angel, “I gather from Vinsta that you are fucking your bodyguard? Or was that staged?”

“Oh, it was staged,” Angel snickered. “But I am totally fucking him. Dating, actually.”

“No fuckin’ way,” Lupé chuckled. 

“Mhm!”

“How’s the sex?”

“Makes me come harder than you do.” Angel lifted a foot to lightly kick Lupé’s ankle. 

Lupé stuck his tongue out at him. Angel returned the same then they both leaned back against the fiberglass stone. They were quiet a moment, half-listening to the assistant camera arguing with a grip. 

“Kitty got the dick barbs?” Lupé asked. 

Angel grinned. “Yup.”

“Nice.” Lupé laughed appreciatively, but then his expression sobered and he lowered his voice.  “Big boss know?”

Angel shrugged best he could.  “Hasn’t said anything, hasn’t interacted with the post, but my schedule sure did spawn a bunch of fourteen-plus hour days all of a sudden.”

Lupé hummed.

Angel snuffled a couple times then manifested his third pair of arms to rub at his face.

“Angel!” the assistant director yelled from the side of the soundstage.  “Put those arms away!”

“My nose itches!” Angel yelled back, holding those hands up indignantly.  “And it’s not like we’re fuckin’ rollin’!  Jorge can go sit ,” he gestured to the mass of translucent teal tentacles sprawled across three folding chairs with an iced coffee and a magazine, “and, I mean, I get that the ropework takes too long to reset but that means we’re stuck up here!  Gimme a fuckin’ break.  I’ll put ‘em away when camera gets their shit together.”

The assistant director glowered but turned to attend to other matters.  Angel huffed.  Lupé grinned to tease, “You have a nose?”

“Loop,” Angel said with a thin veneer of patience, “I’ve snorted coke off your dick.  You know I have a nose.”

Lupé laughed.

[anxious-lee]

Not That Kind of Touching || Hazbin Tickle Fic ||

A/N: ficlet for huskerdust, you know I had to do it

Warnings: brief mention of sex with no details and like 2 swears

Word count: 954

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Angel Dust had many impressive skills, but his two favorites were sex, and making out.

And as Husk would soon come to learn, he was very good at both.

The two hazbins were enjoying a peaceful night in, with no morale-building activities, and taking in the silence that they occupied within Husk's quarters. The only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of Angel kissing Husk gingerly and tenderly, with Husk's back pressed into the wall and Angel towering over him.

The spider's hands were moving everywhere, slowly and surely. Husk had to admit, the man knew how to make a lover feel precious. There was no surge of passion or urgency with their kissing. No showy moves or seductive wiles. Just two souls connecting with each other, and lazily melting into each other.

Angel's face was in Husk's neck, worshipping it. Lost in the throes of his admiration, Angel's hands moved from cupping his lover's face to holding the other's arms above their head. It gave easier access to him that way. Not that Husk minded. He knew Angel would treat him gently.

Another pair of hands popped out and were winding their way down Husk's chest and sliding down his sides.

Husk squirmed only a little, but it was just noticeable enough.

Angel, having seen this reaction many times before, raised his head with a grin.

"You ticklish?" The spider asked, now looking coyly into the cat's eyes.

Nothing Husk could say at this point would make a convincing lie. "A little" he relented quiety.

"I'd say that's more than a little, babe, seein' as how hard ya flinched."

To further prove his point, Angel flexed his fingers into Husk's sides softly.

Husk took in a steady breath. "You always have to... ruin the moment?" he choked, with a slightly embarrassed grimace present on his face, which, unfortunately for him, was directly in front of Angel's.

"Don't worry, sweetie, I'll be delicate~" Angel whispered and continued exploiting this newfound information. With his first pair of hands still keeping Husk's pinned upright, his second set of fingers wiggled up and down the length of his sides at a leisurely pace. He was, after all, not about to disrupt their tender moment. His face returned to his lover's collarbone and went back to its original task.

Husk fought a smile as his lips wanted to open and release a chuckle. The sensation wasn't so intense that he couldn't not-laugh, but intense enough to evoke a snicker now and then.

"You are tense as fuck. C'mon, relax~. I got ya~," Angel encouraged sweetly. His new objective? Get a laugh out of Husk. He moved his hands to crawl over his belly, while two more hands took over brushing his sides.

Husk was really in no position to protect himself, so he surrendered. It was rare times like these when he regretted not wearing a shirt. What started as one or two deep chuckles quickly became quiet laughter. It was all so silly. How quickly an intimate make-out session had turned into him getting tickled was laughable. The tingly touches on his skin were laughable. The fact that Angel was still necking him like nothing was happening was laughable. It was all just so funny. His laughter rose higher as he let himself go, his eyes squeezing shut from just how much mirth was behind them.

It was all worth it. That's all Angel could think. Husk's laugh was happier than he had ever heard it. And he didn't laugh often. But eventually, Angel became enveloped once again in desire for his Husky's lips. He released his hold on the cat's arms and stopped tickling in favor of holding him closer instead. His lips reconnected with Husk's greedily, and Husk found himself doing the same. He wrapped his arms around Angel's back and flipped them both over so that Angel was now against the wall.

Everything that just happened had seemed to be forgotten about, until a few moments later, when Husk suddenly pinned Angel's top two hands above his head with one paw, like Angel had done to him.

The spider instantly panicked and opened his eyes, only to meet Husk's sinister ones.

"Oh, but... you haven't had your turn yet~" Husk drawled with mock sympathy.

Already, Angel was tittering to himself, knowing what scenario he had trapped himself in.

Unlike Angel's hungry method, Husk took his time in tormenting his captive. He wiggled his remaning claws just above, but not yet touching, Angel's armpit. He'd inch it closer and closer, but then pull back at the last second and start again.

This cycle repeated until Angel cried out through giggles, "Would you just doho ihit alreadyhy!"

"Well, since you're askin' for it" Husk purred. He finally lowered his paw onto the skin and scritched at it softly.

Frantic, bubbly sounds filled the room as Angel threw his head back and squirmed under the touch.

This amused Husk, almost incredulously. "How do you make a living selling your body when it's so sensitive?" He laughed.

"Wehehehell my clihients aren't usuhually tickling mehehe, duhuhumbahahass!" Angel retorted.

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you~" Husk uncharacteristicly teased. He quickened the pace of his fingertips.

The reaction was immediate.

"OKAHAHAY OKAHAY ENOHOUGH!" Angel cackled.

Forgivingly, Husk slowed his claws to a stop and released Angel's hands.

Yet, he remained inches away from him.

"How about we call a truce and... get back to what we were doin'?" Husk offered.

"Gladly," Angel agreed. Every one of his wiry limbs wrapped themselves around his lover, and he kissed him with all the breath that he had.

They both slept quite soundly that night, tangled in each other's arms.

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Just something to make the wait for the next episodes easier 👍😉

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!! Edit: Thank you to the anonymous person who told me about the Ragbros and Sumeru Family ship name to avoid misunderstanding / conflict :3

[morganski-19]

How Do I Tell You?

based on the Lizzy McAlpine song (go listen to it I beg you it is so huskerdust coded)

Angel is scared. More than he has been in a long time. At least like this. A real relationship should excite him, make him happy. But he can't get over the fear that all of this is going to end.

Scared that Husk will leave him like everyone else tends to. Even though he assures that it will never happen. Or scared that Angel will be someone Husk is scared to love. Because of his past. Because of his present. The addiction that still pulls at his mind and the chain that is wrapped firmly around his soul.

Angel believes that no one could ever love him the way that he is. That's what everyone he's ever been with said. What his family would say if they really knew about him. Everyone except Molly.

But Husk doesn't talk like the rest of them. Doesn't say the mean shit that crushes Angel's spirit. Doesn't play the games. He does the exact opposite. Makes Angel feel like he might be worth something in the end.

That's the thing that makes Angel so scared. He's used to the pain. To the torment. To the abuse. He doesn't know what it's like to be happy with someone. Doesn't know a damn thing about it. It's what he's come to expect. How is he supposed to tell that to Husk? How is he supposed to tell him where it all started?

Husk is someone that Angel wants to know. Wants to know all of the things that he's never told anyone else. All the secrets and insecurities. Everything that makes Husk the man that he is. But in turn, that would make Angel want to tell him the same. And if he did, what would come of it.

Deep down, Angel is ashamed of what's happened to him. Only a few people have seen into his life, that he's let see into his life. There was still so much more that no one knew. No one needed to know.

Angel's not the person he was when he joined the hotel. When all he was doing was just working for Val. There is so much more to him that he is comfortable to be. Comfortable to share. Most of it is because of Husk. Knowing that there was a person out there who liked Angel for who he was without the contract. He couldn't say that for most people.

He wants to tell Husk. He does. Just doesn't know how. How can Angel tell him what really happened to him? How can he admit that he's been waiting for it to all go bad? How he's so used to the pain that he expects it.

How could people write love songs without them being sad? The love that Ange's experienced has only ever been sad. It's all he's known.