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“Nah,” he admits easily, and he doesn’t know why—liquor must’ve loosened up his lips, sure, but this is different. He doesn’t get this close with the bartender. He pretends, stage-whispers names of whatever sucker he’s kinda gunnin’ for but it’s stupid so don’t tell him alright’. “I don’t wanna get in all those pants. It’s a shitty time all around. They don’t give a crap aboutcha—hell, half the time I don’t even get to cum!”
Surprisingly, for all his usual discomfort with Angel’s innuendos, Husk only nods with a hum, no signs of distress to be found.
“But y’know,” he babbles. “The thing about gettin’ all flirty with people is either they’re either into it ‘cause you’re hot shit or creeped out ‘cause you’re comin’ onto them. Either way’s nice ‘cause you’ve got some say in it, y’know?”
One of the many nights Husk was talking about where Angel spilled all his secrets—and also talks about how he'd like to be wined and dined by the former overlord.
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23 Jan 2026
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"I think you’re the only person in this building who’s actually honest about how broken they are. And I think that’s a hell of a lot more attractive than any 'Angel Dust' act you put on."
He gave Angel’s hand a short, firm squeeze before letting go and turning to grab a bottle of rye. "But yeah, your legs probably hurt 'cause you wear those ridiculous heels. Sit upright for once and maybe your back'll stop seizing."
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23 Jan 2026
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warning signs like neon lights by HearJessRoar for AesopsFabled
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
16 Jan 2026
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He can sense Vox’s wrathful windup coming, but he couldn’t care less about the stink of ozone suddenly filling the air; if Vox could still manage to electrocute him, he’d have done it by now.
Upturning the other sofa, Angel’s phone clatters out from the cushions, dead as a doornail. Good. He can get the fuck outta here, and Angel will have his pictures back.
“Jealous of some drunk-ass, washed-up, has-been Overlord who got his stupid soul yanked out by Al,” Vox spits, and Husk flicks an ear dismissively. “And who spends his fucking sad existence sniffing after Val’s sloppy seconds?”
Husk straightens up.
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16 Jan 2026
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“Noooo,” Angel whines, his arms slipping clumsily around Husk’s neck. “I’m so sober. I’m like a rock. A sober rock.”
“You got that right,” Husk huffs, hoisting Angel up with an arm under his legs. “How many times have I had to carry you to the door now?”
Angel’s face is lightly flushed, the slit along the side of his dress riding up to reveal a pale thigh. He presses his cheek to Husk’s, and it’s so warm, so tender a touch. Husk could get drunk off of him, the lingering scent of vanilla in his hair and the way his throat bobs when he swallows. Every part of him is vivid, gorgeous, delicate. And every time reminds him of the first.
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- Part 7 of ATKF verse
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14 Jan 2026
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“I want it so bad,” Angel whispers against soft flesh.
“Me?” Husk asks.
“Coke,” Angel says apologetically. “But you’ll do for now.”
Husk rolls his eyes and runs thick fingers through Angel’s hair. “I feel so loved.”
“You are.” Angel kisses his stomach. “You really are.”
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Angel doesn't work for Val anymore, doesn't have to answer to empty apologies after Val bleeds him dry in every way. Husk loves him right, but the wounds are still slow to heal.
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14 Jan 2026