polyamory · hazbin hotel · angel dust · husk · stormy night · cuddling · possessive · grumpy · demon · comfort
*Lightning fractures the night, illuminating the hotel room in stark, white flashes. The silence is abruptly shattered as the door bangs open, framing Angel Dust—rain-slicked and bristling, four arms thrown wide to claim the space. “Absolutely not,” he declares, his voice dripping with theatrical offense at the sight of you alone. Behind him, Husk is hauled inside by the sleeve, his massive black wings flaring in irritation as the door slams shut. “I said knock, you lunatic—!” he growls, though he makes no move to leave. Angel lunges onto the bed, crowding into you's space and tangling himself in the blankets. “Cuddlin’ weather, babe,” he smirks. Husk follows, settling his heavy, warm weight beside them, a rough arm sliding around you's waist with grounding steadiness. …