darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈

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Side account of Darkhymns (30+) for Hazbin Hotel. #Fic writer. #Radiohusk / #Radiotrio fanatic. Will contain 18+ up content. No minors. 🔞 (Icon art by @starjunk.bsky.social!) AO3:

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darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· 10d

When Alastor is leashed once again, to the point he can barely move, Husk is asked to keep an eye on him. He quickly understands how fucked up this is. Based off the new art of straitjacket Alastor, but making it angsty #radiohusk instead. 🦌🐈‍⬛ #fic Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/90165846

Fic preview for "for your own good" by Darkhymns

Summary:
There was a rustling of chains and creaking leather in the corner. Accompanied by low growls laced in static that made his ears curl. Husk made the error in giving said corner a quick glance, and met with red eyes that could have seared the very air between them if they could.

Lay low. Don't make it worse. Husk fiddled with the cards. This might all pass.

Alastor, now free of his leash, is brought to heel by the King of Hell. Husk is tasked to watch over him. It's for the good of the hotel, which already has enough problems.

But more chains gets old so fast.

“Ha! Just another trussed up little Bambi! Am I right, or am I right?!” Husk remembered Lucifer turning to him specifically when he said that, pointing at Alastor like he’d won the biggest hunting game of his eternal life. There was Alastor near the shattered fireplace, wrapped in a straitjacket that had suddenly materialized, with shining chains that took every tendril and brought it to heel like a pack of beaten dogs. He had looked small. He had looked wrong.

Lucifer kept grinning wide, then slapped Husk on the shoulder. “Ha, you get me. How about a free round for everyone at the hotel, barkeep? The good stuff!” Then he did double finger guns. For some reason.

Husk hadn't answered. The whole situation just made him feel sick.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· 11d

THE THREE LITTLE CHUBBY CREATURES 😍 saving up money for them aaaa

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· 12d

I'm also weak to Alastor in a straitjacket but making it #radiohusk. I'm still working on this but have a #fic wip of them being trapped with each other. This can only mean good things!

It's for safety reasons, they said. You just need to watch over him, they said. So he doesn't hurt himself! they said.
Alright, it was Charlie who said all that, and Husk, the softie and dumbass that he was, listened to her. “The hell is wrong with me?”
There was a rustling of chains and creaking leather in the corner. Accompanied by low growls laced in static that made his ears curl. Husk made the error in giving said corner a quick glance, and met with red eyes that could have seared the very air between them if they could.
Alastor, threads shining over his stitched mouth, struggled inside the strait jacket, thinking just one more tug, just one more corrupted signal would be enough to get him free. Surrounding him, the end of each of his shadow tendrils were bound manacles, chained to the wall behind him.
Husk, seated on the floor and all the way across the room, flipped another card in front of him. Least he could do was play some solitaire.

A crack of bones, head tilting. “You're so far away, Husker.”
Husk frowned. “Yeah? You can still see the cards.” He held one up. The queen of clubs. “I ain't budging.”
Yet, this hotel room felt so small compared to the rest. And Alastor's eyes, steeped in neon, were disturbingly clear. Even if the threads around his mouth stretched as far as they could go.
He was trying to calm down now. After raging for blood, to tear off Lucifer’s head from his shoulders, to eat his fill of every sinner that tried to break through the hotel’s doors.
After looking very ready to rip open Husk's ribcage apart and leave nothing behind.
Husk stretched out his wings, flipping his chosen card to the table. “Al, we don't have to make this hard. Just tell Charlie what she wants to hear and let's get out of here, alright?”
What he didn't dare say, seeing you all chained up like this fucks with my head too much.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jul 8

For last 🔁, I forgot to share the amazing merch I got from @onyx03.bsky.social earlier this year. I had to have the vees vs. radiotrio keycharms (+ bookmarks!). With everything that's happening, absolutely support your favorite fanmerch creators however you can. 💖

Velvette with connecting Niffty keycharm.

Husk with connecting Valentino keycharm.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jun 2

Okay also tho look at Niffty!!!! She's so happy. (She was supposed to be on the other side with Husk and Alastor but she got too excited 💖).

Niffty balancing herself on Cherri Bomb's head in the Pride merch. Let her be free.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jun 2

Husk being next to Alastor in this merch is foreshadowing their eventual interaction in s3 as well as eventual marriage so radiohusk is real, in this essay I will-

Husk and Alastor in their Pride merch, they're both so thrilled (intense sarcasm)

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· May 14

Radiohusk is so real, I hope Alastor steals more of Husk's cherries, literally and metaphorically 🍒😋 Also loving Alastor's asexual ice cream cookie sandwich.. I need one right now.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· May 2

This makes me question again if Niffty is really a bound soul to Alastor or is just teaming up with him for the fun of it if she's the queen... Also having the trio in Husk's deck, he keeps them with him always 😭 And these two cards? Despite the contrast, they're very good cards to have in a fight

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· May 2

I'm extremely normal about the Husk page 👀 Also seeing these three cards lined up?? These represent the #radiotrio for sure!! Husk being the Jack with his hat design on it, which is the servant to the Queen (Niffty, showing off her eye and smile), and the King (Alastor, a crown with the antlers).

Four playing cards, from left to right: the 10 of Diamonds, the Jack of Diamonds with Husk's hat design, the Queen of Spades with Niffty's eye and smile that is topped with a queen's crown, the King of Clubs with king's crown framed by deer antlers, then the Ace of Hearts.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Apr 20

What's so interesting about this is how Husk is happily dealing cards with the guy who beat him at his own game and took ownership of his soul. He seems pretty satisfied at Alastor -winning- too. Also they're definitely working together to rip off Luci lol. Promo card gives us more #radiohusk ✨

Husk dealing cards with Alastor near him, who has a large amount of poker chips.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Apr 14

I got this little Hazbin chibi acrylic card holder months ago back in Japan but didn't have any cool cards for it... And then I realized the radiotrio card from @datchidatchi.bsky.social was incredibly perfect for it 🥰✨

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Apr 11

I'm eating this I want to pin it on my chaggie hat lol

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Apr 5

I'm late to my own week lol, but last chapter of this fic for #radiotrioweek2026 is up, now with Alastor! Al, Husk, and Niffty all go for a car ride together into town! None of it is forced or anything at all. 🦌 #radiotrio #fic #alastor Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/819936...

“My, if you wanted us to go on a drive around today, you simply could have asked!” Alastor twirled his cane as he sauntered towards the car, slipping into the passenger seat swiftly. Besides, if things ever went awry, he could always just teleport away from the scene.

After Husker slammed the door shut, which he did so with a bit of a temper, Niffty climbed into the backseat through an open window. She propped her head over Alastor’s carseat, the chamber of her gun rattling in her hands. “Good morning, Alastor!”

“Why, good morning, Niffty!” he greeted as he would on any other morning. “I see you’ve gotten yourself a new weapon.”

“Hehe, yeah! Husk has been teaching me how to use it. He said I should learn to be a good shot for today!”

“Oh!” Alastor blinked. “That’s nice!”

Husker got into the driver’s seat, tucking in both wings and tail. “Niff, buckle up. You too, Alastor.” He still held onto the angelic revolver in his right hand, even after he turned on the ignition and started to head down towards the hotel’s gate. It stayed pointed at Alastor’s face, a claw hovering over the trigger.

As they made their way down to the streets, Alastor wondered if he was being kidnapped right now. There was certainly a first time for everything!

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Mar 29

Next chapter of this fic for #radiotrioweek2026 is with Niffty! After their fight with the Vees, Niffty gets a little confused when Alastor leaves her and Husk behind. Maybe a little manic too. 👁️ #radiotrio #fic #niffty Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/819936...

“Niff! Calm down! We can’t go after him.”

“But the boss needs us!” That was her job! To keep him out of trouble!

“The boss doesn’t want us!”

There was something so devastating in his voice when he said it.

And just like that, she stopped. It was as if something else left her tiny body just then. Her feet stopped moving, and the aftereffects of electrical charge had completely evaporated.

Before Husk could set her down, Niffty slid out of his hold like a snake, then crawled up his arms until she was pressing her face against his.

“So that means we have to take Alastor back by force!” She grinned. “I like it!”

Husk’s eyes were so mesmerizing in their glow. She felt the very fluttery touch of his eyebrows furrow over her skin. “...Is this you just completely ignoring me or like, some kind of fucked up trauma response?”

She wasn’t listening, already climbing further up his body to grab his hat. “Use your kitty powers and make Alastor appear! Hurry! Do it! Do it!”

“Yeah, this seems like both.”

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Mar 28

For #radiotrioweek2026, day 6: Friends (or Foes) in Hell! A fic about the trio's complicated friend(?)ship with each other. At some point, they also get guns! This will be three chapters! First is Husk after a certain hallway scene. 🐈 #radiotrio #fic Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/819936...

Fic preview for A Friendship of Dubious Consent by ivypromises (Darkhymns)

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Characters: Husk, Niffty, Alastor

Summary:

“We are gonna have a fucking talk, boss,” Husk said. Bright yellow eyes turned to Alastor. He tightened his grip on his gun. “About all of us.”

Niffty waved her own gun around, still so happy to be here. “It’s a family meeting!”

The static died out immediately. Mischievous shadows retreated, letting in the bright red from both the sky and the dozens of neon lights surrounding them—as well as the fire from the nearby explosion.

Alastor shuddered, hunching away as much as he could. "Just shoot me.”

Or, a story of how each member of the Radio Trio deal with their own complicated feelings about their friendship with each other—except Alastor who'd rather lock up his feelings and throw away the key. And yes, they will get guns.

“Ugh, did I just read him wrong? The hell was that all about…?” The shaking had finally stopped, leaving him exhausted and hollow. “Good talk, my ass.”

“The boss got really mad at you, huh?”

At another time, Husk might have jumped in shock, especially with how close Niffty was. She leaned her head over his left shoulder, her height finally matching his, a big sharp-toothed smile on her face. But with Alastor’s little scarefest from before, he only had enough energy to mildly flinch.

“Niff, how long you’ve been hiding around here?” He eyed the walls, trying to find a vent he must have missed. Sometimes the little bug maid would disappear for half the day crawling through them.

“Not long!” Niffty skittered around to face him, holding onto a small feather duster. It was dusty—as was the rest of her. The vent theory was looking to be true. “Just when you asked Alastor for a talk.”

“...So, you’ve been listening the whole time.”

“Yeah! But it wasn’t very long.”

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Mar 27

Just a small fic for #radiotrioweek2026 for Day 3: In Chains / Freedom! Husk and Niffty make sure to keep their chains close, even when Alastor is gone. 🐈👁️⛓️ #radiotrio #fic #husk #niffty Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/81938886

Fic preview for Phantom Chains by Darkhymns

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Husk, Niffty, Alastor

Summary:

When Husk and Niffty catch up with each other during Alastor's seven-year absence, who's to say if the small tugs of their chains are real or imagined?

Language: English
Words: 870
Chapters: 1/1

When they meet more often, they sit together in the bar Alastor would make Husk work in. A small place downtown, walls etched with curved white spines and skeletal fragments all over the green-lit décor. Yet, when Husk feels the urge, he'd just go behind the counter and start serving up drinks, as natural as walking down the street.

"Is that the boss' old radio?" he asks one night, watching Niffty polish its dials furiously. She had set it on the bar counter, getting dust and oil all over.

"Yeah! Sir always wants to make sure it shines!" She grins wildly. "It gets so dusty."

Alastor has been gone for a year, yet Niffty is still here. She waits like an eager puppy, prepares everything just in case their boss breaks down the door and demands a hug immediately. Because it's something the bastard would do, of course, and it was also like the bastard to play on a joke for way too long, like he expects his little darlings to be right where he last left them.

Husk glances down. He sees his own hands polish a shot glass, and frowns.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Mar 23

Just in time for Day 1: Overworked Staff / I Quit! for #radiotrioweek2026! Niffty quits the hotel because Husk and Alastor got to, so now she wants to join in on the fun. 👁️ #fic #radiotrio #niffty #radiotrioweek Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/81705446

Fic preview for I Quit! by Darkhymns.

Summary:
Niffty spread her arms wide, shouting happily, “I quit!”

From across the lobby, one could hear a certain demon princess do a spit-take of her morning apple juice. “You what?!” Charlie shouted.

She failed to notice a certain sopping wet bartender standing behind the bar counter, who was now doused in lukewarm apple juice. “Come the fuck on.”

Or, just as the title says, Niffty quits the hotel! She can do that?

“I quit!” Niffty said again, shouting louder for all the guests to hear—at least the ones who were interested enough to listen. Most were still busy watching TV or were passed out on the floor. “Alastor and Husk both got to quit their jobs, so now I will! I don’t want to be left out! So here is my two weeks’ notice!”

“Is that seriously why?” Vaggi looked back to the note with its pinkish hue. “Also, Niffty, this…isn’t a two weeks notice. This is a pink slip. That’s only for when you’re fired.”

“Oh.” Niffty blinked owlishly before laughing ecstatically. “So I’m fired! I get to leave right now!”

“What? That’s not what I—?”

“Did you hear that, sir? I’m fired!”

Niffty could have turned in any direction, and her favorite boss would have appeared wherever her gaze landed. This time, it happened to be straight at Husk who was busy wiping his damp face with a bar rag. Alastor appeared from the shadows, making Husk jolt with fright.

“Can all of you people stop?!”

“That’s wonderful, Niffty!” Alastor made extra sure to ignore Husk’s complaints, moving through shadows again to appear right next to the girl. He then gave her a gentle pat on the head, which she leaned into like a happy kitten. “I always knew you could do it. Good job!”

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Mar 13

My merch from @datchidatchi.bsky.social finally made it out of tariff hell and I love all these cuties! 🙏 Also making sure that Alastor has have a very tasty breakfast! 🐈🍽️ #radiotrio

Keycharms of Niffty, Alastor, Husk, and KeeKee from @datchidatchi.bsky.social.

Acrylic standee of Alastor with a table for a confused Husk, by @datchidatchi.bsky.social.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Feb 28

I need to remember to share more of my recent merch, so here's a small #radiotrio / #radiohusk post of fantastic goodies I got! Husk and Alastor stands by @as925.bsky.social. Radiotrio stand by @nyipi.bsky.social. Radiotrio card by @datchidatchi.bsky.social. Thank you for these beauties~ 🦌🐈👁️

Overlord Husk and Alastor acrylic stands.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Feb 23

Husk was just embarrassingly bad at writing poetry. Luckily, Alastor would make sure he'd fix his bartender's literary shortcomings! (I got possessed to write #fic about Husk's Valentine's postcard and made it 'oops all #radiohusk plus #radiotrio') 🦌🐈👁️ Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/80094026

Fic preview for You should be open to constructive criticism by Darkhymns.

Summary:
Husk has been slacking at his bartending duties lately, and Alastor soon learns why. The lousy drunk has been wasting his time writing love poetry! Badly!

So, Alastor takes out the red pen and makes sure to give Husk some very important feedback.

After a half a minute of skimming, Alastor already had some critiques. And that was putting it politely.

For one, this would hardly be called a proper shopping list! He would give points to Husker for having written it plainly in blocky letters, especially for one with such failing eyes as the drunken kitty. The ‘RESTOCK LIST’ was clear and to the point. Underneath that title was the assorted list, with some proper checkboxes for approval. Scotch? Yes, they did need that. More scotch? Now Husker was just being repetitive. Vodka? Husker knew he was banned from such a drink after the last incident.

It was truly a very lacking list—only saved slightly by the addition of the last item, which made Alastor raise a curious eyebrow.

‘Cocktail Cherries (Niff likes ‘em).’

Ah, did she? Niffty liked many things, but he was pleased that Husker made a note of such a preference, even if all of his other talents waned.

Still, I mustn't be lenient! This needs to be a much better list! And that wasn’t even getting into the rest of what the paper was scribbled over with.

Love poetry.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Feb 13

My delusional mind seeing the words in black as Husk's writing with the words in red as Alastor's, because the idea of Alastor critiquing Husk's Valentine's note is so funny to me. Plus the little gremlin Niffty drawing!! Everything can be #radiotrio if you believe. ✨

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Feb 10

Out of everyone, it's Husk who was most ruined by Alastor, losing his status as an Overlord and his freedom. Vox still has his status and the Vees. Lucifer is busy yearning for Lilith. But Alastor has sinned against Husk. So his 'redemption' will be him repairing his relationship with Husk! 🦌🐈

Lyrics excerpt of Criminal by Fiona Apple:

Hey, what I need is a good defense
'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
And I need to be redeemed
To the one I've sinned against
Because he's all I ever knew of love

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Feb 5

Alastor, Husk, and Niffty work independently most of the time. But that doesn't mean they don't think about each other. Sometimes often, sometimes with fondness. Small #fic about the #radiotrio being soft about each other. 🦌🐈👁️ (also #radiohusk hints) Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/78934656

Preview for An Issue of Sentimentality by Darkhymns

Summary:

Alastor, Husk, and Niffty all joined the Hazbin Hotel together, but that is seemingly where their connections to each other end... Until Husk looks for a missing wine bottle that is precious to him besides the alcohol content, and Niffty frantically searches for a handmade scarf that itches just right, and Alastor notices the few gifts he's ever received in the hands of someone else.

Sometimes, the Radio Trio can be sentimental about each other.

He paused, eyes now fixated on Angel who was holding his missing alcohol bottle with the gold foil winking in the light. The spider celebrity narrowed his eyes at the fancy script lettering over the label, then seated himself at the bar counter. He held the bottle daintily in his bottom right hand. “Since when did you stock this type of fancy stuff anyway? Can't even pronounce half these words.”

Before Angel could take a swig, Husk swiped it from his hand. His wings rustled with anger. “The fuck is wrong with you?! Don’t just take shit from my bar!”

Angel blinked all eight of his eyes in confusion. “Huh? This is free hotel stock! And you always tell me to take whatever because you don't feel like bartending anyway!”

Husk growled. Fuck. He did say that. “This one's off limits. I don't want you wasting it, got it?”

Angel’s small, pouty frown almost made Husk feel bad. “Fine, fine… What's so special about that one anyway?”

Husk checked the bottle, examining the still closed cap. Didn't seem like anyone had a chance to drink it just yet, which relieved him. “Nothing. I just like it, that's all.”

“Oh, come off it. No way you got this wine on your own! Gift from an ex or something?”

Husk placed the bottle back on the top shelf, taking another long look. “Alastor gave it to me.”

“...Smiles is your ex?!”

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 30

Seeing someone say Alastor is touch averse with everyone except with Lucifer because of one of the new trading cards with them. First of all, how dare you forget these diamonds of him being touchy with his beautiful faves.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 21

With all this discourse over Alastor's ace journey, I've been thinking back to this pride standee. What I love about it is how Alastor shares his space with Niffty, an ally. It's probably just merch being cute but I think she will be important in his ace discovery, since he's clearly fond of her. 🥰

Alastor and Niffty pride standee. Could be QPR radiomaid if you squint.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 18

Thinking about how season 2 had Husk saying Alastor's name multiple times, even speaking about him when Alastor isn't present, like he's always there on his mind... And then Love in a Bottle showed us that was true. I want to unpack everything about their relationship so bad #radiohusk

Alastor being one of Husk's cares on his mind.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 2

The fact that Husk's wings reach out to both Alastor and Niffty this is foreshadowing the radio trio is real

Husk protecting Niffty and Alastor they are so important to him ok

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 1

2/2

And yet, before he could ask Alastor what was the hold up, he did feel something then. Not on his body, not even on the table near him, but—it was there. A shift in the air. A change in temperature. A sudden drop in the pit of his stomach.

It felt like, at that moment, he was about to die.

The sensation was sudden and paralyzing. Husk couldn’t even think to move. Just the very feeling that there was something menacing above him, with horrible intent. Like eyes that trailed him through the woods and chased him down and down until there was nowhere left to run.

Like he’d soon be gutted open and left with nothing. That something nameless was growing larger with impossibly-made limbs, with rows of bloody teeth, with hunger that couldn’t be sated. And there was such awful fury simmering beneath that any direct look would have scalded one’s eyes to blindness.

It was close, and it would tear out his throat before tearing his very soul next.

And soon, whatever darkness that looked over him had always been there and had just been waiting and waiting—

He couldn’t resist it. He opened his eyes.

There was just Alastor over him, with that same smile—no, slightly different now. A bit of teeth shone through, betraying their hint of sharpness.

“...Al?” Husk asked, surprised to find his voice shaking. He tried clearing his throat, but the tremor stayed. “What are you doing?”

“Hm?” Alastor tilted his head. One ear flicked, making the light above them shutter. “I’m simply admiring the sight before me.”

And just like that, the fear, the flighty feeling inside him, and the dread, evaporated. No, just too much to drink. Or maybe not enough.

He groaned in annoyance. “Do I have to spell it out that I want you to fuck me? I’d rather not keep leading you by the hand.”

Alastor’s eyes brightened, like the sun at dusk before it vanished over the horizon. “Is that why you’re acting in such a way? You should work on your body language.”

Husk frowned. “You know my body language is top tier.” Then he grinned back. “It’s why you can’t keep your eyes off me.”

Alastor leaned in closer, took one of Husk’s hands to pin it to the table. “Bad kitty.”

“Hey, I told you to lay off the cat jokes.” But Husk could barely talk back now, because Alastor was closer now, pressing their bodies together. He could even feel the other’s hot breath. His heart raced.

“But you said you’ll do whatever I want, so maybe you should just take it.”

Alastor’s kiss was hot and rough, and Husk took it gladly like a man dying of thirst, finally finding water at the edge of a desert. It had been weeks of back and forth between them before finally getting something.

“Mm…” Husk moaned into Alastor’s mouth, a little surprised that the Radio Demon was a good kisser. That he knew just how to use his tongue to make Husk’s wings furl, how to make his teeth catch his bottom lip without scratching.

“More,” Husk whispered, the memory of death so close now completely forgotten.

It continued to be buried further and further with every kiss from Alastor, who also made sounds and who also seemed to be as lost in this. Husk used his free arm to wrap it around Alastor’s neck, keeping him close. A leg shifted up, his hips moved.

“You’re still good,” Alastor told him between kisses, his words a mystery as always. Husk didn’t care, and lost himself to that particular dark.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Jan 1

When the Gambling Overlord offers himself to the Radio Demon, he doesn't realize what he's finally gotten himself into. However, the deer is just too pretty to resist. #radiohusk #fic Part of a wip I hope to finish someday 🦌🐈 Happy new year~ 1/2

The casino’s coffers were flowing in, and maybe it was that fact that made Husk just a little bit careless tonight. It was the constant high he was chasing, and that need made him forget about all the rumors swirling around the so-called Radio Demon.

And maybe also the fact that Alastor, sitting at the table, looked as menacing as any fawn out on the brookside.

Husk moved to sit on the craps table’s edge, right in front of Alastor. He swung a leg over the other, his leather shoes just lightly nudging against the other demon’s silly looking mic cane. Wings fanned out slightly before resting by his sides, like drapes.

“Tell you what, partner. I’m feeling pretty generous tonight.” Husk grinned as he looked down at Alastor. The table’s height gave him an edge, and maybe it just felt good to see Alastor just a little below his perch. “For helping out my establishment, I’ll do whatever you want.”

His tail flicked, maybe a little too often with the excitement. It was the thought of not knowing what would happen next.

With Alastor, everything was a mystery.

But he had noticed Alastor’s gaze the past few weeks, whether they were across the room from each other or standing side by side. Always looking, examining, leering at him like he was some bargain sale at a thrift shop. It was a gaze that tore through the surface to find the soul beneath, and Alastor never seemed to stop, even when he spoke about other things or chatted with other people.

Right now, in their privacy, Husk felt that same gaze. Intensifying and eager. Alastor looked up at Husk, with a close-lipped smile of his own. One of those rare times that he didn’t show off his sharp teeth.

“Is this another gamble of yours, Husker?” Alastor asked. He placed his chin against his hand, his other dangerously close to Husk’s leg. Claws that could easily rip the fabric of his suit if he wished.

Husk could see no danger signs, not even in the light of Alastor’s eyes. He’d always been so narrow-minded in his goals, and this was no different.

“We can say that, if you wanna bet along with me.” Hands were placed on the table at his sides, waiting with as much patience as he could. “Or you could say I’m giving you the go-ahead.”

A soft shift of light in Alastor’s eyes. Husk knew he was close.

The demon could be frustrating in his patience, but when Husk felt one hand touch his thigh, he had to do all he could to not chuckle in victory. Alastor slowly lifted up from his chair, gaining back the height as he looked down at Husk—and then gently pushed him down on the table. A hand was carefully placed against Husk’s chest, fingers rubbing against fabric and the stray tufts of fur that snuck out between the shirt’s openings. Alastor continued looking at him with that soft smile.

Husk let his body be as limp as a doll, knocking aside a few chips with his wings. Feathers rustled, along with the wrinkling of his suit. Alastor leaned over him like some tower in the dark, lit up by red.

“If what you say is true, my friend, then you’ll have no trouble listening to me.” A pause, before he leaned in a bit closer, blocking the hanging light in the room with his body. “Close your eyes.”

Husk raised an eyebrow at the command. “Really? You take me for some blushing virgin, kid?”

Alastor shook his head. “Remember what you said.”

Husk rolled his eyes. “Fine then. You’re the boss.” And then he did so, shutting his eyes so that Alastor’s smiling face was the last thing he saw.

He expected much of anything, like the unbuttoning of his shirt or a press of lips at his chest. He expected hands to explore and invade where they could, for these were all things he would have done if the positions were reversed.

Except, he found himself waiting. And waiting. And still waiting so that Husk’s back was aching against the hard table. He didn’t hear much of anything either besides the faint static, which was starting to become annoying when there was literally nothing else to listen to.

darkhymns is feral for radiohusk 🦌🐈@arahusk· Dec 25

After Husk fails to bring Angel back, he goes into a spiral that Alastor can't help notice. But he doesn't want Alastor's comfort—Husk only knows how to give it. #fic Small #radiohusk fic for the holidays! 🦌🐈 (It's not holiday-themed). Read here: archiveofourown.org/works/76392941