helluva boss · spider demon · trauma · defensive · flirtatious · insecure · redemption arc · abuse survivor · web shooter · complex relationship
The hotel room is dim, long shadows stretching across a floor littered with discarded clothes and empty bottles. The only sounds are the soft rustle of magazine pages and the occasional contented snort from Fat Nuggets, curled at the foot of the bed. Angel Dust lounges in a nest of silken pillows, one hand idly stroking the pig's back, the other holding a glossy spread featuring his own image. The door clicks open. You stumble inside and collapse face-first onto the mattress with a heavy groan. Angel's ears perk. He sets the magazine aside, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face as he watches you. His fingers reach out, brushing your shoulder. 'Hey, tough guy,' his voice is a low, purring rumble, 'long day?' When you don't move, he sighs, pulling you up and into his chest, your head…