Could you maybe do lee prototype if you're still interested in poppy playtime?
Thanks for reading and ignore if you don't want to bye girl <3
Aaa thank you! 💕 OMIGOSH YES HDHAJDXKLG
ok ok REAL QUICK—still not over that ch. 5 ending so uhhh I declare that THIS is the better ending!!
Spoiler headcanon for Ch. 5 below👇🏻
so uhh do you guys think that if you tkl Prototype and he laughs, his giggles are all glitchy and his voice cracks to his Ollie voice (basically he starts laughing in his Ollie voice) bc yea I think that would be real cute >w<
like, sure he’s the ‘big, scary Prototype that all of Playtime fears’, but he’s also still a hurt child underneath and he just needs all the hugs and comfort TwT
but also, ironic that this scary robo jester spooder can crumble under some tkls cuz he definitely hasn’t felt that in like FOREVER. (Maybe this was the weakness Giblet was talking about hehehe)
tw: swearing, tickling, sexual comments, restraint?? kind of??
note: I have never wrote angel before considering he’s one of my least favorite characters, this is a fic I came up with for @ticklishchar so don’t flame me for mischaracterization I DONT GAF (also sorry for any grammar mistakes I made this on like an hour of sleep bare with me)
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“the fuhuck?!-“
husk had been distracted with his own tasks, focused on getting the bar stocked back up after putting it off for a day or two which was— a terrible idea to say the least. considering how busy the hotel had gotten recently, it was the worst time to put things off. so, once things were calmer, husk pulled his shit together and began doing everything at once. stocking bottles, cleaning glasses, sorting shit, making sure the bar counter didn’t look like a total mess, etc etc the list goes on.
but— being so distracted he hadn’t noticed a certain (and very impatient) spider sitting down at the bar. angel had tried to get husk’s attention atleast a dozen times to no avail, almost like the damn cat had turned off his ears! so, when words and taps against the wood of the counter didn’t work.. angel reached over and prodded at husks back, specifically the spot between his wings. angel didn’t think it’d get anything but husks attention(finally), but it got MUCH more.
the second angel’s finger pressed into that spot, husk immediately jerked into a tense position with a strange mix of a giggle, snort and strangled gasp. husk turned sharply towards angel with tinged cheeks and a look as if angel had cursed his bloodline. “the hell is wrong with you??” husk hissed, more embarrassed than genuinely upset.
angel stared for a moment, taking in how husk looked. ears flat, pupils suspiciously wider, face flushed.. huh. “well ya wouldn’t turn around any other way! I had to get ya attention somehow..” angel shrugged, resting his head on his palms.
husk growled, pinching the bridge of his muzzle and taking a deep breath. more to compose himself than to seem irritated. “right. what’d you want?” husk crossed his arms over his chest.
“a harder daddy, pretty please~!” angel requested with a coy smile.
husk nodded and turned away to make the drink, leaving them both sitting in silence.. boring. angel glanced over husks torso before looking back up at him and speaking. “so.. you that ticklish everywhere orr-“
“I ain’t fuckin’ ticklish.” husk snapped half heartedly, just trying to save his image. which was— far gone by now in angels eyes. “oh don’t be like that, baby. we both know ya ticklish as hell.” angel chuckled teasingly.
husks ears flattened again. “if yknow what good for you, you’ll drop it.” husk warned, hardly. he didn’t mean that shit. but— with that mean ass look, it was hard to tell. husk slid angel his drink
as angel caught the glass, his look turned nervous. he didnt mean to go that far! was husk actually upset?? “y- yeah.. sorry.” angel took a sip of his drink and glanced away.
husk instantly felt guilty, did he really look that bitchy? it wasn’t SUPPOSED to be believable. it was too late to apologies now, his ego wouldn’t let him regardless. “mhm.” he turned back around to resume his stocking.
the room filled with an awkward silence, angel just quietly sipped on his drink as husk did his thing.
husk’s mind however wasn’t the most quiet at the moment, his thoughts lingering around the topic they were on. “are you that ticklish everywhere?” ?? who just ASKS THAT?! Well— it wasn’t that he.. wasn’t. not EVERYWHERE obviously, he wasn’t that ticklish.. hopefully. that’d be embarrassing. this entire thing was embarrassing! ESPECIALLY the fact that he didn’t hate it! why the fuck didn’t he absolutely despise this stupid, childish shit?? this wasn’t like him at ALL! it was ridiculous. the fact that he actually wouldn’t mind if it continued was stupid. now that he was thinking about it, he wanted it to happen again?? oh my fuck this hotel was making him go insane.
or— maybe tickling just wasn’t that bad? no, that can’t be it. he’d have to be batshit crazy to admit to wanting to me pinned down and tickled!.. teased, complimented, actually laugh genuinely for once in his life and oh my shit his face was on fire.
he suddenly felt incredibly hot, like he was overheating. he turned his head towards the front of the bar to notice angel had walked off. thank fucking god. he leaned on the counter and took a long swig out of his whiskey bottle, though— the second he raised his arm to put the bottle to his mouth, the underside of his arm felt tingly which make him clamp his arm back down. ..what the fuck was happening to him?!
moving to later that day, husk was laying on the hotel lobby’s sofa after his shift at the bar ended. those tingles and thoughts had gotten 10 times worse, but thankfully the lobby was empty so he didn’t need to-
“you okay, kitty?”
..shit.
husk tensed at the sound of that familiar nickname and tone. he turned to face the back of the couch so his face couldn’t be seen. “peachy.”
angel sat down beside the bartender, crossing his legs and leaning towards husk slightly. “ehh, ya look more tomato-y ta’ me, whiskers.”
husks wings wrapped around him like a cocoon. “shut the fuck up.” husk snapped.
“what’re you so red for anyway? you hot and bothered? I can help with that..~” angel offered seductively, but it just made husk even more embarrassed about what he was thinking.
“fuck off, angel.” husk grumbled, his ears pinned against his head.
angel went quiet for a moment. yeah.. not the time angel. he put his hand on husks leg/calve, speaking more normally now. “yknow you don’t gotta hide anythin’ from me, right?”
husk thought about it for a moment, his ears perking up slightly.. but he still wasn’t sure. “it’s embarrassin’, you’ll laugh.”
“husk. be real. you really think I have any room to judge? do you know me?” angel chortled with an understanding smile.
..yeah he had a point.
husk huffed and sat up slightly, resting on his elbows and uncovering himself. “fine, but you better not fuckin’ laugh or I swear to satan-“
“I promise, I ain’t gonna laugh.” angel squeezed husks leg reassuringly. “now quit stallin’, I’m nosy.”
husk fought back a smile at angel’s comment, clearing his throat and taking a deep breath. “..okay. yknow uhm- ..yknow the whole thing that you did earlier?”
angel cocked a brow. “what thing?”
“the uhm- the- motherfucker!” husk stammered, groaning and purring his face in his hands which made angel smile. “take ya’ time, sweetheart.” angel reassured.
husk huffed and squeezed his eyes shut. “the- theticklin’shit.” he spoke quickly. ohh, that’s where this was going. “yeah? what about it? ‘getcha excited~?” angel teased.
“what- NO! god- fuck no, I didn’t- it ain’t a sex thing for fucks sake!” husk stuttered once again. god read a room angel.
“sorry! sorry, just guessin’. go on, I’ll shut up.” angel gestured him to continue.
husk growled, glaring up at angel. “I just- ..it hasn’t left my mind- NOT IN A PERVERTED WAY.” husk corrected sternly to make it well known, earning an understanding nod from Angel before continuing. “and- and I keep gettin’ this.. weird, tingly feelin’ in the certain spot I’m thinkin’ about getting.. yknow. in. and it’s fuckin’ driving me batshit crazy, I don’t know what the hell’s wrong with-“
“it’s a lee mood.” angel spoke suddenly, get calmly.
husk gave a confused look. “a- ..a what?”
“a lee mood! it’s when someone’s in the mood ta’ be tickled. “lee” meanin’ the “ticklee”, aka a person being tickled.” angel explained
husk blinked, taking what angel said in before speaking again. “..and you’re sure that ain’t some sexual shit?”
“doesn’t have to be if you don’t think of it that way, no.” angel shrugged.
husk nodded. “..right.” husk laid back down on the couch, just looking at the ceiling now. nothing changed about the thought or tingles, but having a description and name for it was somewhat relieving I guess. still sucked he didn’t have anyone to-
“I can tickle ya’ if it’s that bad?” angel offered like it was nothing.
husks face immediately went bright red. that didn’t help for shit! “you- why would- I- w- shit-!” husk groaned and covered his face again, embarrassed as hell.
angel giggled, gaining a glare from husk who peeked at angel through the creases of his fingers.. but angel couldn’t help it! it was cute! “noho- I’m not laughin’ at you! I swear!”
“you promised!” husk whined like a child, but it was all still adorable. “I know! okay- okay. ehem.” angel took a quick breath. “anyway, I didn’t get a reply?”
husk went quiet for a moment, uncovering his face and looking up at angel. “you- ..you don’t gotta do that for me, I’ll live.”
“I ain’t doin’ it cause you’re practically dyin’ without it,” angel taunted sarcastically “I’m doin’ it because I know how it feels, and if I can help I will!”
“I mean—“ husk paused, his ears lowering slightly from being so flustered and red. “I.. guess if you’re offerin’.”
“also because I just want to! you’re pretty tickleable, it’ll be nice to see you all giggly.” angel smiled coyly once again.
husks eyes widened a little and he narrowed his eyebrows at angel. “..excuse me?”
“you heard me, kitty giggles.” ahh shit here we go. “you’ve got the cutest smile ever, and ya’ laugh is precious. don’t know why I didn’t think ta’ tickle you before.” angel spoke as he moved dangerously close.
husk’s stomach was doing summersaults, his tail lightly thumping against the side of the couch as his wings curled in on himself involuntarily.
angel glanced at husks tail, his smile forming to a smug grin. “aww, your tail wags~? wonder how fast it can go..”
nope. time to go.
husk managed to roll off of the couch and fall onto the floor with a thud, immediately scrambling to his feet and dashing out of the lobby and up the hotels stairs.
angel snickered and watched husk run off, getting up himself and cracking his knuckles as he walked to the steps.”ya’ tryin’ ta’ make this worse for yourself, ticklish? that’s fine, mama’s always up for a chase~!”
husk would make a comment about the horrid nickname angel gave himself, but he was too focused on the nickname angel gave him as he ran. “ticklish”?? BITCH??
husk dashed around every corner, angel barely able to keep up. “fuck-! yknow, for someone your age— you’re quick as hell!” angel panted, leaning against a corner of the walls to catch his breath before hearing a door slam and looking down the hall he hadn’t gone down yet. bingo.
husk had darted for his room, immediately scrambling for a hiding spot the second he ran in. angel strutted over to husks door and leaned up against it to listen to the cat pace. husk huffed and took the safest(most obvious) route and hid under the bed, covering his mouth and hoping for the best/worst
angel opened the door slowly and looked around the room. “d’aaw, what’re ya hidin’ for, babydoll? don’t you want me to tickle you?” angel shut the door behind himself, walking around the messy room. “sheesh, it’ll be a miracle if I can find you in this mess.” husk rolled his eyes, watching as angel paced around the room.
“hmm.. man, if only I knew where you were. it’d be nice for the both o’ us for me to finally get my hands on this ticklish lil kitty.” angel spoke as he searched. “yknow, when I finally get to tickle aaall over that tummy of yours..~”
husk let out an involuntary squeak, immediately holding his breath and squeezing his eyes shut.
angel turned his head towards the noise, smirking and walking over to the bed. “ohh, i wonder where husk could be.. this is sooo tricky!”
husk felt like a child being spoken to like this. he wasn’t 6 years old for crying out loud! yet for some reason, his tail began to sway back and forth which showed from under the bed.
angel glanced down and grinned, crouching down and gently stopping husks tail. holding it by the tip. “well, well, well. look what we have here..” angel traced his nails along the fur of the tip on husks tail, making the bartender bite his lip and hold back his giggles. “ya’ gonna come out? or am i gonna have to make ya?” angel got lower to look at husk’s face.
husk didn’t reply, his eyes still squeezed shut.
“okay! I gave you a chance!” angel shrugged, reaching under the bed and grabbing husks ankle to tug him out from under the bed.
husk yelped and grabbed onto the bed leg out of instinct, shaking his head. “seriously? YOU wanted this!” angel snickered, tugging again.
“noho-“ husk spoke with a breathless giggle, still shaking his head.
angel sighed dramatically. “alright, you give me no choice.” angel used his free upper hand and scritched at husks pawpad, making the grown man shriek like a little girl.
“nOHOHO-!” husk sounded absolutely horrified by the spiders decision, his grip slipping from the bed leg and he was tugged out and into angels lap. angel glared down at husk playfully. “you gotta make things ten times harder than they need to be, huh?”
husk smirked weakly. “it gets me placES-“ husk yelped as he was tossed onto the bed.
“yeheah, deeper shit.” angel hopped onto the bed and straddled husks waist. “alright! where to start first..” angel thought out loud, his eyes scanning over husks body as he pinned husks wrists to the sides of his head with his upper set of hands.
husk wriggled in his grip, grunting and making an “attempt” to escape(not really). “wahait- wait!-“ he let out a nervous giggle. angel looked down at husk with a smug look. “sheesh, I haven’t even done anything yet! why so giggly~?” angel leaned closer to husks face. “y- you- shut up!” husk turned his head away.
“yknow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you stutter this much. if this is something I can get more often, I need to do this more.” angel nodded to himself. “you’re never gettin’ this outta me again.” husk’s voice wavered.
yeah, bullshit.
“bullshit, I 100% will! seein’ you all giggly and cute is somethin’ I don’t wanna miss out on!”
“shuhut uhup!” husk whined through embarrassed titters. angel smiled softly “aaw, gettin’ impatient?” angels fingers crawled up husks sides, making him jerk.
“hehey-! mhmhm-“ husk bit his lip and tilted his head back to try and ignore the feeling, but god damn was it difficult.
angel gently skittered his nails back down husks sides slow yet quick. “cmon, baby. yknow you wanna giggle.”
he did. he really did. but he wasn’t about to make this easy? no way! “f-fuhuck- fuckyou-“ husk spoke in a strained tone.
angel shook his head. “so stubborn. don’t worry, I ain’t the one to give up so easily.” angel moved his wriggling fingers to the cats ribs, earning an involuntary snort that husk couldn’t resist. “you fuckin’ snort?! thihis just gets better!” angel exclaimed, squeezing the poor man’s ribs.
“shIHihit-! shuhut the hell uhup!” husk giggled out, snorting again and attempting to pull his arms back down which he failed to do. “why would I do that? my teasin’ makes your smile wider, and that’s all I’m after.” angel purred, scribbling into husks ribs.
“AHAhahaha!- fuhuhucker-!” husk’s tail swatted at angel’s hands.
“that I am, pretty kitty~” angel winked, skittering his fingers down husks ribs and along his tummy.
husk squealed and kicked his feet out. “fUHUCK-! AHAH!- YOHOU BIHIHITCH!!-“ husk swatted angel in the face with his tail.
angel gasped dramatically. “excuse me?? BITCH?? I’m helpin’ you! yknow what.” angel moved his hands to husks hips and leaned down, blowing a raspberry onto the smaller one’s belly.
husk shrieked “AHAHAHANGEHEHEHEL-!!” husk threw his head back with cackles.
“yyyes?” angel feigned innocence as he lifted his head, letting husk breathe a moment.
husk gasped, panting as he caught his breath. “yohou- ..I fuhuckin’ hate yohOHOOHONOHOHO!!” husk cackled once again as angel blew another raspberry onto his tummy. angel nuzzled his face into husk’s belly, digging into his hips aswell while making husk absolutely shriek with laughter
“yohoHOU’RE SUHUuhuhuch an ahahahasshohohole!!” husk chortled, turning his head away with a squeak.
“oh, you poor baby~!” angel teased when he lifted his head, moving his hands to husks wings. “AAAH! NAHAHAHAOHO-!” husk screamed, kicking his legs out and wriggling in angels grip. “YOHOU SUHUHUHAHAHAHACK!”
angel grinned. “damn right I do, handsome.” he scribbled lightly along the others wings, making sure not to go too rough but enough to get the reaction he wanted.
“ohohokay!- OKAHAHAY! m-mohove-“ husk tried to speak through his laughter. “spots?” angels finished the sentence for the other, moving to husks neck with one hand and his side with the other.
husks laughter died down to pitchy giggles, his head tilting to the side where angels hand was. “yohou’re suhuhuch an ahahass.”
“d’aw, is someone pissy they can’t handle being tickle-tickle-tickled~?” angel cooed mockingly, moving the hand at husks side to one of his ears and gently skittering his nails behind it.
husk snrked and tried to move his head away, his face turning a faint pink as his smiled turned to a bashful grin. “shuhut the hehell uhup!”
“what? can’t handle a little teasing? sheesh, who knew you’d be this easy to fluster.” angel taunted. “I’m nohohot!” husk argued, shaking his head.
angel smirked and cupped husks cheeks, leaning down right next to his ear and whispering at a quick pace “tiiiickle-tickle-tickle-tickle-tickle~!”, which made husk’s ears lower and his shoulders attempt to scrunch up weakly. “stOHohohop!” husk whined, tucking his head with a giggle fit.
angels fingers skittered along husks neck as he continued to whisper. “awh, does that tickle too~? you’re just the most ticklish kitty ever, aren’t you? such a giggly boy!”
husk tossed his head back as he giggled his ass off. “yohou’re soho fuhuckin’ stuhuhupid-“
angel gasped dramatically, moving his head back to look at husk. “stupid?! I’ll show you stupid!” angel stuffed his face into husks neck, taking a deep breath.
“wh- noNONONO WAITWAIT ANGEHEHEHEHEHEL!!-“ husk squealed as angel blew the most ridiculously loud raspberry into his neck.
angel nuzzled his face into husks neck, his lower set of hands scribbling all over husks tummy as his upper set continued to pin husks wrists by his head.
husk shrieked and squealed like a little girl, his face red as hell as he cackled and wheezed. “PLEHEHEHEASE!!- I CAHAHANT- IHIHIT TIHIHICKLES SOHOHO BAHAHAD!!!”
“you can hang on a little longer, kitty giggles. just squeal your grumpy heart out in the mean time, no judgement here!” angel spoke against husks neck, making the poor thing hiccup and snort.
this lasted for atleast a few more minutes before angel finally stopped, leaving husk a gigglly, breathless mess. “fuhuck- hoholy shihit..” husk wheezed out, his wings folding in on himself as angel sat up on his waist. “you okay? I didn’t go to far, right?” angel asked softly, letting go of husks wrists.
“ihim.. I’m fine, you didn’t go too far that was- ..it- itwasprettyniceactually.” husk muttered.
“what was that?” angel cocked a brow.
“I said— it.. was pretty nice.” husk averted his eyes from angels face, feeling foolish admitting it.
“yeah? my pretty kitty enjoys his tickles, huh?” angel smiled coyly. husk growled light heartedly, rolling his eyes. “you just love to run your mouth, huh?” husk mocked angels tone.
angel frowned playfully. “you just wanna be wrecked ta’ shit, don’tcha?
“I- wh- wahait- WAHAHAIT-!” husk squealed when he felt angels fingers dig into the backs of his knees.
“that’s okay, I’ve got all night ta’ watch my giggly kitty wriggle ‘n squirm.” angel cooed.
Okay guys…this is my longest and most intricate audio yet! I’ve got a little bit of everything going on and I really hope that the additional audio is more immersive and not too overwhelming! I absolutely adored this one and I really hope you guys enjoyed it. Please please give me some feedback on it in regards to if you found this to be too much, too little, etc etc! I thrive off of your comments because they help me improve and cater them better to all of your needs! Now enjoy some Huskerdust with a lil wrecked Husker (and if any of you catch my reference in the audio you’ve got to let me know hehe…)
The cover art was made by @giggly-tickles whom I adore, so go send them some love! Below the cut with the script you can find the full version, or go check out their Tumblr! Thank you so much you’re a legend 😭
Script and artwork below the cut!
[Visual Note: Husker is at the bar, finishing up a long shift. He grumbles as he sweeps up his feathers from behind the bar once again, wings twitching in irritation. Angel Dust sits across from him at the bar.]
[Audio Note: Sweeping, various bar sound effects.]
Angel Dust: [eyebrow raised] Damn Husky. What’s goin’ on with ya feathers? Ya sheddin’ ‘em like crazy! I ain’t ever seen you sweep up so many before. You goin’ bald?
Husk: [eye roll] S’ none of yer business, Angie.
Angel Dust: [pouting] Aw, c’mon Whiskers! Ya can’t blame me for noticin’. I mean, it’s hard not to when there’s a whole bird’s nest behind the bar. Seriously, ya sick or somethin’?
Husk: [gruff] I said drop it. It’s nothin’ you need to worry about. And stop calling me Whiskers.
Angel Dust: [mock gasp] Oh, excuse me, Baby Cakes! Didn’t know we were touchy tonight. Now spill. Can’t always be on my ass ‘bout talking feelings and not tell me what’s goin’ on.
Husk: [sighs, rubbing his temples] I’m not touchy, Ang. Just… tired, alright? Look, I’m almost done closing up shop for to night. Why don’t you just go to our room and I’ll meet you there?
Angel Dust: [grumbling] Fine. But I’m gonna figure you out, one way or anotha. And don’t take too long, old man. I get lonely without ya.
[Visual Note: Angel walks away to their shared room, muttering to himself.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, fading bar noise, quietly additional approaching footsteps]
Angel Dust: There’s gotta be somethin’ goin’ on. Sure, he’s grumpy as Hell, but he’s never like this. Maybe I gotta look somethin’ up or-
[Visual Note: Angel, lost in thought, stumbles into Lucifer.]
[Audio Note: Stumble. Footsteps pause.]
Angel Dust: Shit-! [glancing down] Didn’t see ya there Short King. My bad.
Lucifer: [scoff] It’s hard to see where you’re walking when you’re too busy talking to yourself. What’s going on?
Angel Dust: [waving him off] It’s nothin’, okay? Husky is just…actin' weird tonight. Like, extra weird. Feels like there’s somethin’ off with him, y’know?
Lucifer: [slight grin] Eh. Shocker. I get where he’s coming from.
Lucifer: [brow raised] It’s molting season, Angel. It’s a natural process. Happens to demons with avian traits every so often. They shed old feathers to make room for new ones. I thought you two had something going on. Hasn’t he told you? Alastor uh…[clearing throat] helped me out last night.
Angel Dust: [eyes widen, realization dawning] Wait, what? Moltin' season? So that’s what’s been goin' on with him? [pauses] Why the hell didn’t he say anything? I coulda helped!
Lucifer: I mean preening is pretty…[clearing throat] I mean everyone’s wings are different.
Angel Dust: [squinting, smirking] Ohhhh, preenin’, huh? Is that what we’re callin’ it these days? What’d Alastor do, Luce, give ya a little feather massage?
Lucifer: [flustered, clearing throat] Ahem! I’m simply saying molting requires a certain… level of ca re. Especially for demons like Husk. It can be…uncomfortable.
Angel Dust: [laughing, leaning on the wall] Oh, I bet it can be. Don’t worry, Lucifer, your secret’s safe with me. Now I’m just wonderin’ how I’m supposed to handle my grumpy feather duster.
Lucifer: [irritated] I’d suggest you focus on your own partner instead of my affairs, Angel. Husk is stubborn, but I’m sure you’ll figure it out.
Angel Dust: [snickering] Sure, sure. Thanks for the tip, Baby Cakes.
Lucifer: [grimacing] Don’t call me that.
[Visual Note: Angel walks back to his shared room with Husk with a newfound confidence and plan - convincing Husker to let him help. He scoops Fat Nuggets up and lays on the bed with him.]
[Audio Note: Footsteps, door opening, door closing, pig oinking, bed squeaking]
Angel Dust: Fat Nuggets, baby! [leaning down to pet him, babytalking] We’re gonna help out ya daddy…yes we are…gonna get rid of that grumpy lil face-
[Audio Note: Door opening]
[Visual Note: Husk steps into the room still looking disheveled his wings twitching slightly as he glances at Angel and Fat Nuggets on the bed.]
Husk: [gruff] What’re you doin’? You havin’ a one-on-one with the pig about me now?
Angel Dust: [grinning, still petting Fat Nuggets] Maybe. He’s a good listener, y’know? And he doesn’t hide things from me unlike somebody I know.
Husk: [sighs] I ain’t in the mood for jokes, Angie. I’m beat.
Angel Dust: [patting the bed] C’mere, Husky. Sit your feathered ass down.
Husk: [narrowing his eyes] What’re you up to?
Angel Dust: [innocently] Who, me? Nothin’! Just thought we could have some quality time. Y’know, talk about stuff. Like…molting.
[Visual Note: Husk crawls into bed beside Angel]
[Audio Note: Bed squeaking]
Husk: [groaning] Dammit, Angel, I shoulda known you’d get it outta someone. Was it Lucifer?
Angel Dust: [snickering] Maybe. Short King’s got loose lips. [softly] Why didn’t ya just tell me, Husky? You don’t gotta deal with this on your own, y’know.
Husk: [shrugs, avoiding eye contact] Didn’t wanna make a big deal outta it. It’s just molting. Happens every so often, no biggie.
Angel Dust: [crawling over to him, kneeling in front of the chair] No biggie? Babe, you’ve been grumpier than usual, and I’m pretty sure you’ve been hidin’ how bad it’s buggin’ ya. C’mon, let me help.
Husk: [hesitating, wings twitching slightly] I don’t need help, Angie. It’s messy and…kinda embarrassing, alright? I don’t want ya seein’ me like this.
Angel Dust: [softly, reaching out to brush a stray feather off Husk’s shoulder] Husky, you’re actin’ like I haven’t already seen you at your worst. Hell, I practically live for the mess. Besides, isn’t that what we do? Look out for each other? You’ve seen me way past rock bottom before.
Husk: [sighing] You’re not going to let this one go, are ya Legs?
Angel Dust: [smirking] Not a chance. Now, lay down and let me get a closer look at those wings of yours. Trust me, I got magic hands.
[Visual Note: Husk hesitates, then finally gives in, lying down on the bed with his wings slightly spread out. Angel Dust grabs a soft brush from the nightstand and starts inspecting Husk’s feathers.]
[Audio Note: Soft rustling of feathers, gentle brushing sounds]
Angel Dust: [teasing] Damn, Husky, these wings are somethin’ else. Big, strong, and goddamn they need my TLC.
Husk: [gruffly] Shut it, Ang. Just do whatever you’re gonna do and quit yappin’- [few giggles]
[Visual Note: Angel continues gently moving around and picking apart the feathers, though now Husk begins to squirm]
Husk: [gruff, trying to stay composed] No. Obviously not. Just… finish the damn job, Angie.
Angel Dust: [grinning] Uh-huh. Sure. [deliberately brushing the sensitive area of Husk’s wing again] What about here? Oh, wait— there?
Husk: [giggling despite himself] Angie, cut it out.
Angel Dust: [laughing, feigning innocence] Cut what out? Babe, I’m just tryin’ to help you! You’re makin’ it real hard to focus with all that twitchin’.
Husk: [trying not to laugh] You know damn well what you’re doin’!
Angel Dust: [grinning wider] Ohhh, this is too good. The big, bad Husky’s got himself some ticklish lil’ wings! C’mon, Whiskers, just admit it—your tough-guy act’s fallin’ apart over here.
Husk: [gasping through his laughter, squirming away] Angie, shut up! You’re pushin’ it now, I swear to—!
Angel Dust: [laughing triumphantly] Oh, I’ve got you now, Husky! And too bad. I’m not stopping till I get all ya loose feathers out of there.
Husk: Shit! Angel, this is why I didn’t want to tell you, you little- [laughter]
Angel Dust: [grinning] You didn’t want to tell me because ya didn’t want me findin’ out ya just a sensitive lil cutie, huh?
Husk: [half-laughing, trying to stay in control] I'm not cute, and you better quit that before I—
Angel Dust: [giggling] Before you what? I’m just helping preen ya, you ought to be thankin’ me. I dunno what I’d do without these extra arms though, ya squirming like a damn worm!
Husk: [laughing] Thank you?! Angel, I didn’t sign up for this! Okay- okay stop it! This is fucking torture!
Angel Dust: [smirking mischievously] Torture? Babe, this is premium wing care—Angel Dust-style. Now quit wiggling. I’m almost done. Then I gotta remind ya where else ya sensitive-
Husk: [laughing] You fucking wish! No way in Hell am I letting you touch me again- ever! No more touching for you!
Angel Dust: [mock gasp] How dare ya revoke my kitty-pettin’ privileges! That’s it!
[Visual Note: Angel finishes preening - for the most part - and flips Husk onto his back]
[Audio Note: blanket movement and wrestling]
Angel Dust: [grinning] Now you’re really in for it Husky. I didn’t know ‘bout ya wings bein’ sensitive but I do know about-
Husk: [panic] Wait wait wait-!
Angel Dust: [laugh] Your hips.
[Visual Note: Angel moves one hand to squeeze his hips]
Husk: [shrieking] Angie! Angie no! You’re gonna kill me with this shit! I can’t breathe! It tickles! Fuck, it’s not funny!
Angel Dust: [laughing, his voice playful] Oh, but it is funny. Look at you, all grumpy and tough, but when I hit these spots? You’re just a cute witty kitty.
Husk: [managing to grab Angel’s wrist, panting slightly through his laughter] I said I’m not cute! If you don’t quit it right now, I will—!
Angel Dust: [smirking, leaning in close] You’ll what, Baby Cakes? You’re too busy laughin’ to do anything. Face it, I’ve gotcha right where I wantcha. Ya clearly ain’t as grumpy as before so I think I did somethin’. And this tummy is lookin’ like it wants some attention too.
Husk: [hissing through his teeth] Angel, fuck, no, no… I’m gonna—
[Visual Note: Husk tries to push Angel’s hand away, but Angel grins wider and gently presses on his stomach again.]
Angel Dust: [teasing] Oh, what’s this? You’re really not gonna— [pauses as Husk lets out a soft, involuntary purr] Ohhh… wait a minute… did you just… purr?
Husk: [flustered, voice strained] I didn’t… I didn’t purr, you little shit. Knock it off! [still giggling]
Angel Dust: [grinning broadly] Uh-huh. Sure, sure. But you did just purr. So ya lyin’ now. Thats a cute mix. Gigglin’ n’ purrin’ for me. [lightly pressing down on his stomach]
[Audio Note: louder purr slipping in]
Husk: [squirming, purring louder] Stop it! I’m serious, Angel! This is—this is—[laughing] okay, okay, I get it, I get it! I give! Angel-!
Angel Dust: Yeah? Admit it then, Whiskers. You love the attention, you loved me preening ya, you love me-
Husk: [laughing harder, eyes almost closing from how much he's squirming] Okay, okay, fine! I admit it! But you’re the worst!
Angel Dust: [laughing] Now that’s more like it! You’re a good sport, Husky. I knew deep down you liked it when I gave ya some care.
Husk: [gruff but still breathless] Oh, you’re so gonna regret this, Legs. You’re not the only one who can dish it out. Especially after all that bullshit.
Angel Dust: [giggling nervously] Wait, wait—hold on! Husky, we can talk about this—!
[Visual Note: Husk starts tickling Angel back, both of them laughing hysterically.]
[Audio Note: Feathers rustling, bedsprings squeaking, and confused pig noises]
Angel Dust: [gasping between laughter] Stop, stop! Okay, okay, I give! Mercy!
Husk: [laughing victoriously] Oh, no. You started this. You’re gettin’ the full treatment now, Angie!
Angel Dust: [gasping, laughing harder] You— [trying to squirm away, but Husk follows his movements] You’re evil! I didn’t think—! Oh God, please—! Mercy!
Husk: [laughing triumphantly] That’s what you get, Legs! I told you, didn’t I? No mercy.
Angel Dust: [gasping between laughs] I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I swear!
Husk: [stopping] That’s what I thought.
[Visual Note: The laughter fades into softer chuckles as they both collapse onto the bed, catching their breath. Husk’s wings relax, and Angel leans against him, still giggling faintly.]
Husk: [after a moment, quietly] Thanks for the help with these damn feathers, Angie.
Angel Dust: [softly] Anytime, Husky. Just don’t forget – you don’t gotta handle stuff alone. I’m here for ya, sheddin’ feathers and all.
Husk: [softly] Just... don’t tell anyone about this, alright? I’m not about to become the soft-hearted sap of the hotel. And I definitely don’t need anyone other then you using this shit against me.
Angel Dust: [whispering] Cross my heart, Husky. This stays between us... and Fat Nuggets. [laughs softly] He’s our little secret keeper.
[Audio Note: Soft oink]
Husk: [chuckling] That he is, huh? You really do know how to make a guy feel... less miserable.
Angel Dust: [grinning] What can I say? It’s one of my many talents. Love ya, Kitten.
Hey y’all! This is my birthday fic! The Angel and Niffty won! I hope you enjoy it! Enjoy!
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Niffty was doing well… Niffty things. She was currently chasing a roach through the hotel, trying to stab with a sewing needle.
“Stab! Stab! Stab!” She said when she tried, and failed, to stab the roach.
She was not paying attention to her surroundings at all, so of course, she ran face first into a small table with a vase on it. The table broke on top of her, the vase breaking on her head as well.
Angel heard this all the way from his room, so he went to go check what was happening. He, Niffty, and Husk were the only ones in the Hotel at the time.
“Hey Husk. What was that noise?” Angel asked the flying cat demon.
Husk put down the bottle he was drinking out of. “Dunno. I saw Niffty chasing a bug or something.” He said nonchalantly.
Angel was about to say something when both him and Husk heard a scream like cry. Angel, of course, went running towards the sound. When he got there however, he saw a beat up, wet, and crying Niffty.
“Hey… Hey… What’s wrong Nif?” Angel asked as he gently picked up the little demon.
“Ch-Charlie’s going to be mad at me..!” She sniffled, tears running down from her one eye.
“Hey, Charlie ain’t gonna be mad at you. It’s just a table… and a vase… But that doesn’t matter, at least not right now.”
Niffty still kept crying, her tears soaking her skin with the water from the vase.
Angel thought for a moment, thinking of a good way to cheer her up. Then, it hit him.
“Hey Nif, you gotta cheer up! Yeah?” He smiled and shifted her to one of his many arms.
Niffty sniffled.
Angel then started tickling her little stomach, getting a mix of giggles in return.
“Ah! EheheHEHEhe! AhaAHAngehel!” Niffty giggled and squirmed in the spider demon’s grasp.
Angel just held her tighter at that. “Nope! No escaping for you!” He teased, continuing his onslaught of tickles.
Angel holds Husk’s hands with one of his upper hands and pins them to husk’s shoulders, he then takes his other upper hand/arm and wraps it around husk’s chest, then he squeezes husk’s sides and stomach w his lower set of arms
hot take but we CAN use that trope on husk if you picture him wearing a baggy shirt to be comfy when he’s sleeping. sleepy, giggly, slightly delirious husk barely able to complain as angel slips hands under his sleep shirt and runs fingers through his fur and coos about how cute he is when he’s too tired to be a grump. thank you for your time
