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Why is it that Angel, the only character who is actually seen in several outfits,

Decided to walk around in the same outfit from his best porno?

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Accidentally kidnapping the Mafia Boss

For the reverse-trope prompts Radiohusk (Radiohuskerdust if you squint) Might continue this later, IDK 1.9K words

Husk had to resist banging his head on the alley wall. He’d been waiting for over an hour now and the bastard Alastor sent him after still hadn’t appeared.

And, naturally, Husk wasn't allowed to go into the joint and lure the guy out. No. He had to wait for the sinner to take a smoke break and nab him then. 

Fuck Alastor and his stupid-ass plans. 

Husk had already smoked through both his emergency cigars, drank the flask he had brought and his emergency backup flask, and he’d even calculated the odds of breaking his neck if he jumped off either of the buildings lining the alley. 

Just when Husk thought he’d go crazy, the back door opened and someone finally stepped out. Leaping into action, Husk deftly whipped a sack over the sinner’s head. The chemicals in the fabric took over instantly, knocking the spider to his knees before he’d even realized what had happened. 

Husk scooped them up and took off without a sound. Despite how lanky the spider was, they were incredibly light. Husk made good time, reaching the hideout in mere minutes. He landed on the roof and Alastor’s shadows enveloped them instantly. 

Shaking off the cold tingles, Husk quickly got his bearings. The basement of the place looked more like a wine cellar than a torcher chamber, but Alastor had never needed whips and chains to make his victims scream. 

Husk walked over to the only blank section of wall and held the limp spider up against it. Alastor’s shadows emerged, binding the unconscious sinner upright. A radio kicked on somewhere, smooth jazz filling their little section of the labyrinth that was the basement.

Job finished, for now, Husk made his way over to his own designated corner of the cellar. He plopped himself down on his nice cushy recliner—with a thin back and added support right in the middle so as not to crush his wings—and a bottle of the good stuff appeared on the side table next to him. 

Kicking back, Husk settled down to wait. Alastor knew they were here, and he would be down whenever he was done with whatever it was he was currently up to. 

Husk never actually needed to stand—sit—guard over the unconscious sinner, but he always did. He was too paranoid not to.

Reasonably, he knew that the chemicals in the sack would last another 48-ish hours, and Alastor’s shadows were impossible to break out of. Not to mention, even if someone did manage to break loose, they’d have to find a way out of the ever-shifting halls in the dark. 

Even so, there were some things that Husk would never leave to chance. His partner’s safety being first and foremost on that list. The man might be The Big Bad Radio Demon, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t be needlessly reckless when he got excited- especially about a new ‘guest’ for his show.

Husk was only halfway through his bottle of liquor when Alastor materialized beside him. Looking up at the taller demon, Husk saw the excitement lighting the man’s face. With his eyes still fixed on their prisoner, Alastor brought up a hand to scratch behind Husk’s ears. The cat leaned into the touch, accepting the gesture of gratitude with a soft purr. 

The jazz was overtaken by static; Alastor was practically vibrating with anticipation. He pulled away from Husk as his microphone appeared in his opposite hand. The show was about to begin. 

For as marvelous as Alastor’s broadcasts were, Husk loved watching him work. The look on the deer’s face, the way he moved, the way he let himself indulge. 

Alastor quickly approached the sinner and a shadow hand whipped off the sack. It would take a minute for the drugs to leave the spider’s system, so Alastor always took it off before starting his broadcasts. 

But Alastor didn’t start. 

He didn’t greet his listeners, or wave his microphone around, or even connect to the frequency that would carry to every radio in Hell.

Husk tensed, unsure why the deer had frozen in place; clueless as to why the static in the air suddenly sounded angry. Husk’s eyes briefly flicked to the spider’s face, and he flinched. 

Shit.

He’d snagged the wrong guy. 

Al was gonna kill him. 

Normally, it wouldn’t matter. Alastor would just eat the poor, unlucky soul and send Husk back out to get his intended target. 

But this? This was bad. This wasn’t just any sinner. This was the Lust Demon. The Head Mafioso of the Riccioletties. The Angel Dust. 

Husk had snagged another overlord. 

Shit. 

Leaping to his feet, Husk dashed over, needing to fix this NOW.

“He didn’t see me! I’ll just put the sack back on and take him ba—”

Husk was cut off by a screech of feedback; the cat’s ears pressed flat as he flinched. Looking back at Angel Dust, Husk almost groaned; the spider was already awake. 

His two primary eyes might have been shut and his body still limp, but Husk was sharp enough to recognize that the spider’s six smaller eyes were alert and watching. 

Shit.

Husk was gonna be sleeping on the couch for a year after this. 

As Alastor made a step towards the spider, Husk stepped halfway in front of him. If they hadn’t known each other so long and so well, Alastor might have taken a bite out of the cat for that offense. As it was, the deer knew Husk would never get in his way without a good reason.

Of course, that didn’t stop Alastor from baring his teeth at his partner in warning. Where the spider couldn’t see, Husk tapped Alastor on the shoulder, then on the ribs, then on the midsection. Alastor’s eyes slid back to the spider and Husk stepped away. 

As Husk had just warned, Angel Dust’s third set of arms materialized as soon as Alastor stepped within stabbing range. 

Unfortunately for the spider, Alastor had understood Husk’s warning. His shadows caught the new set of arms and disarmed him of the angelic knife that had materialized with them. 

Angel Dust let out an impressive snarl as Alastor clucked his tongue. As the knife dissolved into the shadows and reappeared in his hands, he gave the Overlord of Sex an admonishing smile. “Now, now. Is that any way to treat your host?”

“Is this the way you treat your guests?” Angel fired back. 

Alastor blinked, frozen for a whole two seconds. Then, in an instant, the deer was a completely different person. “Goodness gracious, where are my manners?” he exclaimed. 

The knife vanished along with Angel Dust’s restraints. Clapping, Alastor turned away to conjure a tea table and chairs. Niffty’s little finger sandwiches and a pitcher of sweet tea appeared with delicate china. The wall sconces flared to a less gloomy level, and a chandelier appeared above them. 

While he resigned himself to roll with the abrupt change, Husk didn’t let his eyes leave the Lust Demon as he made his way over to take a seat. From the corner of his eye, Husk saw Alastor pour three glasses and take his seat on Husk’s right side. 

Many people thought it was strange that the Radio Demon’s right-hand man was always on his left. At least, the people who didn’t realize that Alastor was right-handed and Husk had taught himself to be ambidextrous way back when he was learning sleight of hand as a kid. 

Angel Dust, finally breaking from his shock at being released so suddenly, approached the table suspiciously. He sat delicately on the free chair, smoothing the nonexistent wrinkles from his black pinstriped suit. 

This close, it was obvious that the pinstripes were pale pink hearts. Husk didn’t know much about the spider he was supposed to abduct, but there was no way he smelled like vanilla and sugar and something… carnal. 

Alastor was never going to let Husk back in their bedroom, let alone their bed. Damn his impatient ass.

Husk took a long dreg from the bottle he was still holding; then he poured the rest into his sweet tea, knowing Alastor expected him to drink it. 

Despite the deer’s outward hospitality, Husk could still hear the angry edge to the radio static. Angel Dust must have been able to pick up on it as well, as he gingerly took his glass and pretended to take a sip. 

Husk nudged Alastor’s foot with his own as he took a real drink from his own glass, signaling the spider’s wariness. Alastor might hate him right now, but he still expected Husk to do his job.

His ability to read people was one of the main reasons Alastor’d latched onto Husk so quickly in the beginning. The Radio Demon might be powerful, but the intricacies of other people often eluded the deer. 

He nudged Husk’s foot back: Message received. What else?

Husk took the signal and grabbed a sandwich. It was so tiny that he could only put two claws on it, but Niffty’s cooking was always worth it.

He tossed it into his mouth, quickly followed by two more. He took another swig of his tea before turning his full attention back to Angel Dust.

“Sorry for all this. I was supposed to grab somebody else; didn’t expect you to come out instead. Bossman here is a bit upset with me, in case you couldn’t tell.”

Angel Dust followed his nod to where Alastor sat glaring daggers at the cat from behind his glass. The spider visibly relaxed at that, though Husk noted he was still alert. The sinner kept four hands in his lap, ready to grab his cleverly concealed weapons no doubt. 

“Go ahead and eat. You must have an appetite from clearing those drugs so quickly. I should know.” Husk tossed another one into his mouth for good measure before half turning to Alastor. “Gotta tell Niff to lay off the knives. Hav’ta take three or four at once just to get a full bite.” 

Alastor tossed his head back to laugh while nudging Husk’s foot in understanding. “Well, we did just give her a new set for her birthday. Can’t fault a girl for wanting to break them in.” 

Despite Husk using it as a cover, Alastor wasn’t lying about the new knives. Husk just huffed and grumbled in response.

Reassured, Angel Dust gingerly reached for a sandwich, dwarfing it in his long, slender fingers. His eyes lit up the second he bit into it, immediately reaching for two more. Swallowing, “Wow, these got crack in ‘em or somethin?”

Husk chuckled and took two more. 

Alastor, while understanding what Angel Dust meant, didn’t quite catch that it was a joke. “Of course they don’t! Niffty’s never needed to resort to such things. Her cooking has always been the bees knees.” 

Angel chuckled, probably at Alastor’s indignation, before taking a real sip of tea. Throat clear, he asked, “So who was it you were after, if not me?”

Husk shifted as Alastor’s angry static spiked for a second. Scratching at his jaw, the cat tried not to look too embarrassed. “It was some Steven guy. He was supposed to be the only one who used that alley for smoke breaks.” 

Angel Dust smirked and nodded at Alastor. “Yeah, that fucker probably deserved to be on your show.” Then he gave a dramatic sigh. “Too bad I offed him myself this morning. Suppose that makes this my own fault, huh?”

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Radiohusk

Radiohuskweek: You're the Exception/Overlords 700 words

Anyone else would have been eaten on the spot. Thank Satan, Husk had always been an exception when it came to Alastor. 

Even so, the cat was smart enough to keep his limbs tucked close and eyes on the ground. Showing submission to the Radio Demon was the only way through now. 

The massive nightmare snarled—but didn’t attack—as Husk slowly approached. It was only when the cat started humming that deer finally stopped growling, cocking his massive head in interest and decimating the roof of a nearby building with his antlers. 

It was one of Alastor’s favorite tunes, one that never failed to have him dancing Husk around the room, regardless of the time of day. It was also, as Husk had learned, one of the few things that kept the Radio Demon from attacking him on the spot. 

A good few feet away now, Husk slowed to a stop, humming all the while. After a few anxious beats, the Radio Demon finally lowered his head to better inspect this strange morsel. 

Slowly—always slowly—Husk raised his eyes to the monster before him. 

The Radio Demon’s head alone was bigger than Husk's whole body. The cat barely came up to his eyes, rack spreading the width of the street and up over the buildings. Blood and drool dripped from the titan’s mouth, his putrid breath punching Husk in the face on every exhale. The radio dials flickered back and forth as the Radio Demon examined the little kitty cat. 

After a minute, the monster seemed to recognize Husk. Still, it was only when the bar-cat was fairly certain the Radio Demon wasn’t going to swallow him whole, did he finally stop humming.

Making sure to keep his voice light, “Hey there, Big Guy. Ya havin’ fun?”

The monster straightened it’s head, grin splitting wider in agreement.

“Yeah? Did you get all the bad guys?”

The row of massive teeth opened to widen his smile and the deer started panting with excitement. Husk could almost see his tail wagging, but he was more worried about trying not to vomit from the smell.

“Bet they tasted real good too, huh? A real good snack for ya?”

The Radio Demon rumbled happily, bouncing a little in place as he licked his chops.

“Yeah, your such a good Radio Demon, aren’t you?” 

And here was the real test. As Husk kept praising the giant, he slowly reached out to touch it’s cheek. 

When the titan didn’t bite Husk’s arm off or pull away at the touch, the cat knew he was safe. He brought up his other paw, gently rubbing back and forth over the monster’s cheeks.

The Radio Demon slowly—almost imperceptibly—began to shrink.

“You like having a full belly, don't’cha? All filled up with tasty sinners?”

The Radio Demon nodded slightly, extra limbs gradually disappearing as he shrank a bit faster. 

“All full and warm… I bet your getting tired now too, huh?”

The monster closed his eyes slowly, leaning into Husk’s touch.

“Yeah, all tuckered out after cleaning up the city. You deserve a nice nap, don’t you?”

The demon nodded again, and, still on all fours—and still four times Husk’s size—leaned into the cat, tongue coming out to lick at his face and hands.

Husk just rolled his eyes, so long as the beast wasn’t eating him.

“You wanna go home and take a nap, Big Guy?” and a bath?

Another pleased rumble came from deep in the monster’s chest at the idea.

Down to three times Husk’s size, it was finally safe to ask, “Can I have my Alastor back now? So you can fit in the bed?” and the tub?

The monster huffed in annoyance, but opened his eyes once more, radio dials fading away. 

“There you are, Darlin’.” Husk, still holding Alastor’s face in his paws, leaned forward to kiss his dramatic idiot on the nose. 

Alastor shrank the last few feet and Husk scooped him up bridal style. Before any lingering survivors could check if the coast was clear—and witness the Radio Demon’s ‘vulnerable’ state—the shadows swallowed them both.

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Too Many Beds-RadioHusk

Drabble(700w)-Reverse trope writing prompts

They took shelter in a mattress store. This year's extermination had come earlier in the day than normal and caught the pair out and about.

Because, of course, Alastor had waited until the last fucking second to decide he needed a new cable for his transmitting board.

"Of course, it can't wait, Husker. What if the shop is destroyed? What if the owners are killed? What if those lousy picture boxes start reporting the damages before I do?"

And Satan forbid he go by himself.

Husk sighed and flopped down on a mattress. The owners must have gone out of town for the extermination, but at least they'd boarded up the shop beforehand.

With the lights off and the incredibly soft bed, Husk figured it was as good a time as any to take a nap. It wasn't like Alastor could get them out of there.

Using his magic now would only alert the Angels to their presence. So, Alastor laid down a few mattresses away, meditating to lower his magical expenditure.

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At some point, there was an almighty crash just outside the shop. Husk startled awake, just barely managing to stifle his yowl of alarm.

With his heart trying to beat out of his chest, Husk sat frozen, waiting for something else to happen. But nothing ever did. There wasn't even the sound of fighting out on the street.

Sighing, Husk got up in search of a bathroom. By the time he'd stumbled back to the sales floor, he was already half asleep again. Eyes closed, he shuffled over to where he'd been laying. Not really caring if it was the same bed or not, Husk flopped down and promptly fell back asleep.

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"Husker"

"~Husker~"

Husk grumbled. Laying on his stomach, wings spread, he wrapped his arms further underneath his pillow and nuzzled into it. He was too cozy for whatever it was Alastor wanted.

"Husker, wake ~uuup~"

Husk flexed and shifted, gripping his pillow tighter, lest Alastor pull it away like he so often did. "No."

Even with his face all but hidden, Alastor still managed to boop his nose. "Yes!"

"Don't wanna," He mumbled, turning his face the other way.

His bed was so soft, and his wings felt so nice all spread out, and he was all warm and cozy, and his pillow smelled so good. It was like coffee and rain and old pennies and...

Husk froze.

Alastor.

His pillow smelled like Alastor.

Alastor was laying on the bed with him, one leg on either side of Husk's torso.

He had his head on Alastor's stomach; his arms were around Alastor's waist.

He was using Alastor as a pillow.

HOW???

He'd been a few mattresses away when... he'd...

Oh shit.

Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit.

Suddenly, Alastor's hands found his ears. Husk, taunt as a bow string and ready to fly, flinched at the initial contact.

But Alastor didn't pull his ears. Or flick them. Or pinch them. Or any of the other things he usually did to piss Husk off.

No. This time... This time his clawed fingertips were gentle. They scratched around the base of his ears, trailing back and forth.

"Now, now. No need to get all riled up. You were just having a dream is all, and I know how much you hate those."

Alastor trailed scritches down between Husk's eyes, then up and over to the base of his skull. Despite how tense he was, Husk couldn't help but melt under the gentle ministrations.

Before he could think about it, Husk found himself letting out a content sigh and leaning into Alastor's touch.

Objectively, Husk knew that Alastor was capable of softness and affection. He saw the demon interact with Rosie and Niffty, after all. But never before had Husk been on the receiving end of Alastor's gentler touches.

"That's it. Just relax."

With the sense of imminent danger gone, Husk's fatigue came back in full force.

Fuck it. He thought. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts, right? At least he isn't biting my head off for laying on him.

If Alastor randomly waking him up—claiming Husk was dreaming—was payback for falling asleep on the guy, Husk could live with that. He did make a really good pillow, after all.

But Husk didn't dream. He hadn't dreamed since before the war; he only ever had—

...Had...

...Had Alastor woken him up from a nightmare?

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You can't tell me Husk didn't convince Al that this

Was what he needed to do so girls would know he wasn't interested in a relationship...

Husk just conveniently forgot to mention that it meant he was interested in men.

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RadioHusk: I missed this

Look, I know I'm a day behind 😭 but here's my Monday contribution RadioHuskWeek Prompt: Communication Reverse Trope Prompt: Too Much Communication 850words

Alastor had a habit of always saying what was on his mind.

Good. Bad. Disturbing. It didn’t matter. The man would talk until your ears fell off.

As it was, the bar cat had perfected the art of half-listening to Alastor as he rambled on. Most of the time, Husk didn’t want to know what the overlord had spent his days doing, so tuning in and out had become a necessity. 

Husk didn’t mind. If Alastor was talking, it meant he was staying out of trouble. It was usually only when the deer fell silent that you had to worry for your safety. 

And so, when Alastor fell silent one night while sitting at the hotel bar, every alarm bell the cat possessed went off. Husk mentally went through the story Alastor had been telling, searching for the cause of his sudden silence, but he came up empty.

“Husker?”

It took everything in him not to shudder, but Alastor’s tone wasn’t angry. It was… Frustrated? Uncertain?

“Yeah, Boss?” Husk cocked his head, studying the way Alastor was swirling the dregs of his whisky, staring into the glass like it held all the answers in the universe.

The deer didn’t say anything for a long moment, which just made Husk more and more tense. Just when the feline thought he would explode, Alastor looked up at him.

“Would you… like to have a nightcap with me?”

Husk visibly sighed with relief. Not at all what he had been expecting, though he had been wondering if/when Alastor would ask. “Yeah, Al, sure. Just let me close up quick.”

Looking much more at ease himself, Alastor nodded, throwing back the last of his drink and sliding it over. 

Husk took it, washing and drying it quickly, before turning off the lights and locking up the good liquor. He came around the bar and stood beside Alastor as the deer got up from his barstool and straightened his jacket. 

It had always been hard for Alastor to ask for things, which is why they had come up with the code in the first place. Granted, it had been over seven years since they had last done this, but Husk was surprised at Alastor’s hesitancy.

Then again, if he had demanded Husk come up with him, or acted like no time had passed, Husk would have refused outright. It was only because the deer had asked nicely, not assuming he already knew the answer, that the bar-cat accepted. 

The walk was long, but it passed in seconds. Alastor opened his door for Husk, letting the cat enter first. 

As always, Husk went straight to the bathroom to get ready. Opening the medicine cabinet, he found Alastor had put his things right where they’d always been. 

Smiling to himself, Husk went through his routine. Though he was always more thorough on these nights, he still came out in only a few minutes. 

Alastor, already changed, was sitting on the bed, fiddling with the brush. He looked up as Husk came over, clearly waiting for him to back out. 

But he didn’t. The bar-cat just crawled onto the bed, stole a pillow, and laid down. Spreading his wings out, Husk got comfy and gave a content sigh. 

Alastor didn’t move for a long moment. 

Husk was just about to turn and raise an eyebrow at the deer when he finally felt the bed shift. 

Cautiously, Alastor shifted around, gently maneuvering Husk’s wing. Finally, he set to work brushing the feathers.

Husk started purring immediately. 

Despite hating everything about his sinner form, the cat couldn’t deny how good it felt to have Alastor’s claws scritching through his feathers. 

Between brushing, preening, and oiling, the whole process took over an hour. Both of them were silent throughout, leaving the soft music coming from the radio on the nightstand and the crackling of the fire in the hearth to fill the room. And the purring and radio static, of course.

When Alastor finally set the brush and oil down, Husk rolled onto his side. While he rearranged the pillow, Alastor came over to lay in front of him, facing away, just as he always did.

Unlike usual, Alastor left a good foot of space between them. Grunting with annoyance, Husk wrapped his arm around the deer’s middle and pulled him close. Alastor squeaked in surprise but didn’t pull away, even when Husk started licking his ears. 

Alastor would never admit it, but this was what he really wanted. To be cuddled and groomed and safe. And if Alastor needed to preen Husk’s wings before he allowed himself that comfort, that was fine by Husk. 

After a few minutes, Alastor’s voice carried through the dark room, “Husker?”

Husk stopped grooming his ears to nuzzle between his antlers. “Yeah, Al?” 

Sounding like he was already asleep, “I missed this.” 

I missed you

Husk almost couldn’t believe his ears. His old, battered heart tripped over itself as he buried his face in Alastor’s hair. 

Eventually, he managed to mumble, “I missed you too, Bambi.”

Alastor gave a happy hum and promptly fell asleep.