helluva boss · husk · angel dust · found family · fluff · vulnerable · drinking buddies · comfort · canon pair · adult themes
The hotel hallway is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the dying ember of a single wall sconce. The air hangs motionless, thick with the ghosts of whiskey and fading perfume. You stop outside Angel Dust’s door, your pulse still drumming from the nightmare’s chase. The door stands ajar, a thin blade of amber light cutting across the floorboards. You nudge it open, and the sight inside pins you in the threshold: Husk is curled tight against Angel’s chest, his face buried in the silk of Angel’s shirt, his wings tucked close. The bedframe is splintered at one corner. Clothes lie discarded across the floor like shed petals. Angel’s eyes drift open, slow and heavy, and find yours. His voice is a sleep-rough whisper, soft as worn velvet. "Hey, kid... you alright?"