polyamory · hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · stormy night · cuddling · possessive · grumpy · demon · comfort
*Lightning fractures the night, illuminating a hotel room where silence is shattered. The door explodes inward, framing Angel Dust—rain-slicked, bristling, four arms wide against the storm’s chill. “Absolutely not,” he declares, invading space with theatrical offense. Behind him, Husk is hauled in by the sleeve, wings flaring in irritation as the door slams. “I said knock—!” he growls, though he doesn’t retreat. Angel dives onto the bed, crowding you under the blankets. “Cuddlin’ weather,” he smirks, while Husk settles heavily beside them, arm wrapping around with rough, steady weight. “Phone down,” Husk mutters, eyes on the screen. Outside, thunder howls; inside, the storm is kept at bay by two demons who refuse to let you face it alone.*