Of all the things Husker expected that night, Angel Dust running to him like he was on fire was not one of them.
The spider looked panicked. "Remember that thing- that thing where I joked that Al and Blondie were fucking?!"
"Uh... yeah?" Husk responded, half listening.
"WELL, IT'S NOT A JOKE ANYMORE-" Angel yipped.
"Huh?!"
"Charlie. Alastor. Hot tub. Both topless. Alone."
Husk dropped the bottle he was holding, shattering it.
"Okay, you're on something, right?" The cat shook his head.
"Nope. I'm saying those two were gonna fuck- and probably HAVE been." Angel whimpered. "Also, I'm a dead man because I interrupted them and bugged AL."
Husk was suddenly panicking internally. He's high as a kite right now; gotta be. Because if he's right-
...Was that why Alastor had been so excited about Charlie becoming single? That extra attention he'd been giving her? The overly saccharine nicknames, the random dancing, and singing?
The plot that would make "this little hotel sham all worth it?" Was the Radio Demon going for the gold? The royal family's power?
That wouldn't work; Charlie knew exactly who he was, and what he could do.
Right.
Right?
The... same Charlie that was running a redemption hotel and talked about rainbows and puppy dog kisses. Who... had mentioned not so ironically that her ideal man would be like the fucking Phantom of the Opera.
The romantic, sweet-hearted Charlie- against the master manipulator with almost her exact interests who prided himself on a dashing, gentlemanly appearance.
That would potentially mean that Alastor had gotten weeks to sweep her off her feet, get her on his side, make her adore him to the point she wouldn't listen to anyone else...
Honestly, the only reason Husk refused to entertain that apocalypse scenario was just how repulsed his boss was by anything even remotely non-platonic.
Husker had seen the utter disgust flash across his usually perfectly composed face the few times someone had propositioned him.
Alastor didn't do lust. He didn't even bother trying to mimic it, even if it would give him an edge.
So if Alastor had been in a hot tub, willingly, with a naked person next to him-
There was something in the whole scenario that was completely worth it to him.
And poor Charlie would probably think it was love.
"Husky. Husky, are you listening to me?!" Angel looked frantic, clinging to his arm. "What am I going to do?! He's going to-"
"Angel Dust~" The radio-compressed voice came out velvety and overly sweet.
Husk's fur stood on end.
Angel cowered. "Shit."
"Where are you, little spider?" Alastor called, rounding the corner quickly.
The arachnid made eye contact with the deer.
Alastor folded his hands behind his back, chuckling. "Oh. There you are."
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Mine~ {2022} | 🛑
Fanfiction"Mine." Is all Charlie heard, the deep chuckle that followed giving her goosebumps, "All. Mine. Aren't you, doll?" The grin on his face made her gulp. She was. He had her wrapped around his finger. He knew it, too. "Yes", she managed to breathe...
