Beautiful, an Angel Dust x Husker/Husk One-Shot
Wrote it as a writing prompt – “Beautiful”
Inspired by that romantic scene in Fresh Prince. When Philip was describing how beautiful Vivian (the first one) was, the two standing in front of a body mirror. Such a beautiful scene if you haven’t seen it yet!
Light uses of swearing/cursing
It was the first word that popped in his mind.
He would deny it out loud in avoid embarrassment, but in his mind, the truth was loud and clear.
He looked beautiful — He is beautiful.
A part of him then thought of a funny: how a common drug name, used currently for an adult film stage name, can also be how it was done.
A blessing from an unknown substance that’d be an irritation but actually owned an effect upon physical contact. No allergies, no congestion, no skin damages. He wasn’t sure if the latter would be possible. Decades in the current life and appearance made human skin a shedded layer for a new type to grow and life with. Angel was no different, even with multiple arms and eyes and owning a venom that was rarely exposed through a bite.
It was, as if, an amplification to the actor.
Keeping him as beautiful as he may have been when alive in his new demonic form.
Could he even call him demonic? Is ‘demon’ even a good term to describe? Before it’d be an annoyance – a mask that hid the true spider man’s nature – but now was a new direction: being a proud loser like himself.
Just more beautiful, at that.
Even his voice was beautiful, the thought expressed before blinking a return to reality. The spider sat upon his stool by his multi-lit vanity table. His breath-taking, neon-colored heterochromia eyes gazed with curiosity and humor towards him.
He smirked, the golden tooth sticking out.
Such a skill in teasing and enticing someone to be in his temperate possession was an act Husk would always avoid – in the past. With a soft chuckle, he rose from sitting at the side of the bed to go over.
“Can you blame me?” He returned, not even denying him. Not this time, ever since the new change of relation.
Angel giggled then waved a spared hand. “Nah, I know I’m gorgeous.”
The smirk stayed as he resumed on his powder work at the cheek. Only to waver in further curiosity, his hand slowing to a stop as clawed hands laid and held in a gentle touch on his shoulders.
Golden eyes stared at the pink through the mirror’s reflection, connected as the winged cat lowered his head.
“You’re much more than that,” Husk purred in his ear. Reaction was immediate: the back straightened, his eyes widened, a hint of red came under the furred cheeks, and the powder puff laid correctly in the container without notice.
“I see a young man right before my very eyes, who made it impossible to compare. Sweet fluff of fresh snow, with a gazing of melted pink diamonds to form such hearts. Eyes so breathlessly hypnotic through emotions and appearance. Hands to hold more than expected, feeling the love and care in every grasp. And a smile… Oh, that beautiful smile that brings just a little bit of color into this red, dark world.”
Angel broke away, turning to hide but Husk can easily see behind the covering hand the growth of said smile and redness that became a line over his nose.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
Angel didn’t turn, wanting to lower his head to hide under the table.
One hand released the shoulder to grab the closest cheek, carefully turning until the red and bashful spider made contact to his reflection again.
Husk smiled, and whispered his repeat.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
The request was short-lived when Angel’s eyes shut tight.
It was the only warning before Husk felt slightly winded, then adjusted with a chuckle as the spider pressed his make-up face into his bare, fluffy torso. The four arms wrapped about him as they would when cuddling, only with a grip due to the embarrassment.
“I like grumpy Husk better!” Angel complained into his chest, muffling. “I’m not used to this shit! When did you get all ‘romantified’ or some shit?!”
Husk release a long laugh that vibrated his being. One clawed hand gentle raked through the massive hair, already washed and combed before.
“I think I’ve always had it when alive and all,” he confessed, then shrugged. “Guess there was no reason for me to do it again when dead… until now.”
The arms tightened. Husk smiled.
“Do you want me to stop?” He then asked, the raking at a pause for the answer.
The hand moved towards the chin, lifting Angel’s pouting and red face.
Such a precious gem you are. I’m so lucky.
Angel scrunched up his nose, the red practically burning. “Husky!”
Future complaining was forgotten once Husk sealed their lips for a well-deserved kiss. Relaxation being instant, Angel’s top arms went to wrap around his neck while the bottom two stayed put, but loosened during. With Angel soon getting up, Husk got his own arms to wrap at the small waist, their bodies held close with no desire of letting go.
At a moment of oblivious time, their lips eventually pulled away, but allowed a brushing at contact.
There, Angel whispered with a content smile.
I can’t get enough of these two. Weeks of them and I can’t stop! 😍
