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On your way to the hotel, you ran into an old friend of yours. To others, he was this tall, handsome, fearless overlord, but to you, he was a little gremlin that likes radios. Yeah, you admit he's attractive, but you already had yourself a man. A damn good one. He was sweet to you but an asshole to anyone else. Kind of makes you feel special. Don't get it twisted, he will straight up tell you when he doesn't like something you do or if your friends are trash, but it's the honest and loyalty keeping it real and you respect him for that.
"What do you call a cow with no legs?" Alastor snickers when you rolled your eyes and looked up at him. You were now in front of the door to the hotel then pushed them open.
Alastor grins widened as he walked in after you. "Ground beef! Hahaha!" He held his stomach as he laughed historically. "Oh, I am on a roll today! Speaking of rolls, how about we roll to the dance floor. Just you and me, how does that sound?"
Alastor held out a hand to you with a cheerful smile. To the corner of your eye, you spot a wild Husk mumbling over how stupid the red head was. He was more expecting you to decline and walk over to him.
"Sure, I'd love too. After all, it's been such a long time since we last danced with each other." You spoke with a shrug.
Hearing this, the deer demon took your left hand and spun you three times. "As you wish! But let's get you into something more suitable. Not that you aren't ravishing already~" He purred.
Chuckling, you shut your eyes, feeling your hoodie turn into an old dress from the early 1950s, covering down to your knees.
"Hm...knowing you, I'm going to guess you put me in a dress?" You asked, feeling the world slow down and arms wrap around your waist, you opened your beautiful eyes.
"Yes indeed! I'm aware you dislike the fashion from way back then, so I decided to add a bit of pizzazz to the mix." He raised his hand to the hood and pulled it up to your head.
"As I said before, I think the color matches your eyes. Bright with so much light shining through. You know..." He placed a hand on your shoulder, the other holding your free hand as you danced around.
"I was quite surprised when I heard you were in hell. Almost makes me wonder what you did."
Stepping back, you moved forward, being careful not to step on his feet. Or else he would step on yours, and it would be a whole argument.
"Oh, I stabbed a guy 37 times in the chest."
Alastor eyes widened and he grins. "Y/n that kills people."
"Woah hay, I did not know that."
"Y/n." Alastor rolls his eyes feeling a silly smile forming on his lips.
"Killing is my least favorite thing to do."
Alastor burst out laughing and shook his head. "Yeah right and I'm your lover." You snort with raised a brow. "Ha! Oh you wish. You know, I already have a man."
He leaned down to your ear. "Oh, yes, I am fully aware, and must say I wish you picked me. You know we could have been wonderful together. My mother even loved you."
You hummed before raising your right hand to his cheek feeling a grin dress your face. "I know, but you're not my type. Besides, you have more fangirls than Bill Cypher from Gravity falls, and they are insane."
Alastor nodes. "Yes, I'm aware the fangirls get out of control from time to time, but I'll make sure not a soul lays a hand on you. Remember, I can make your heart desire come true with a snap."
With a grin, you patted his head. "Sorry, buddy, but I like my men like I like my wine. Older the better. Call me when you grow up mama's boy~" You danced and turn away, crashing into a fluffy chest. Looking up, you see Husk take a quick glance of concern at you and glares at Alastor.
"What did that son of a bitch say to you? Should I be fucking worried?" Holding you close, he nuzzled his chin on top of your head, making you sigh in relief.
"Kitten, I'm fine really. Just a small chat. We got to catch up, and you do say I need to make friends." The insecure demon grumbled and huffed. "Friends my ass. I never said meet with that shithead. You used to date him, didn't you?"
Alastor raised a brow. "Husker, I believe you are being dramatic. I and Y/n were just getting to catch up after such a long time. I'm not going to take her/him away from you." His ruby eyes glanced at you. He knows you no longer loved him in that way, that's perfectly fine. He just finds it hard to fill that gap in his heart where you once stood.
"Well, I don't like the way you look at my N/n. They are mine. Not yours, mine. I don't care if you still love her/him or if you were just dancing. But if you get too close again, I'll make you eat a pile a dog shit."
Pulling back, you took hold of the angry cat's face and rubbed his fluffy cheeks. "Awe, is my kitty jealous?" You cooed and sighed, seeing him blush. "No, get off me." Husk mumbled lowly in a soft whisper. With a grin, you scratched under his chin. "Aw, you know I love you, right? You want to go upstairs and watch a movie? Maybe take a bath..."
Husk shuts his eyes, purring at the contact, with a precious smile. "Mhm...wait no!" He quickly moved away at the mention of a bath, making you question why every time you gotta fight over this. Guess it was a cat thing. "Husk, the love of my life, you reek of death."
"But I'm perfectly fucking fine. Maybe your nose has been tainted with that fucking ass whip. Smells like garbage." Husk backed up, you grabbed a hold of his hat, held it behind your back while he meets your gaze. "Well, if you do, i'll make sure you smell like lavender~" Husk cringed at the thought and looked away. Why would he want to smell like a wuss? "As if I'd want to smell a pussy."
Angel came out with a bowl of popcorn, over hearing the conversation. "I hate to interrupt- actually, no I love attention, but I would like to point out the fact that you are technically a pussy Husky."
Husk growled and flicked him the double bird. "Shut your fucking mouth, you fucking whore!"
Angel tossed a popcorn in his mouth and waddled away in a sassy moment, swaying his hips. "How about you make me old, man! Better yet, Y/n, you're right Husky smells like a street cat. Fishy. I hope you can wash away his attitude."
"ANGEL!" You tried to sound offended to back up your man but couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "I'm sorry Husky, but you know he is right. If you take a bath maybe I'll get Al to cook you some fish?" Husk rolled his eyes ignoring the question. Instead he went to grab his hat, only for you to run off like a track star.
"Y/n give me back my hat!" He shouted. You let out an evil chackle and ran up the stairs. "Never! If you ain't getting a bath you ain't getting this hat! NIFFTY YOU WANNA DO SOME MAGIC TRICKS?! I GOT THE CAT IN THE HATS HAT!!"
[Author] Here's a picture of Husk purring he's so cute. 😍
He said make sure to keep the toxic people out of your life and live the way you want