A/N: Prompt by kitsushouten:
Husk and Alastor accidental body swap before a super important hotel event! Hotel event can be a ball to impress investors or something? Or to welcome Charlie's DAD? OMG

This chapter happens after they got together but before they leave the hotel.

Husk fucking knew Alastor was up to mischief. His trouble-making sheik had been in a suspiciously cheerful mood since yesterday, and he had had that fucking Look on his face during the meeting two weeks back when Charlie announced the ridiculous event they were having today. The "I'm going to cause trouble on purpose as soon as I figure out the details" look.

Motherfucker.

Husk had been discreetly double-checking every single thing Alastor had had his hand in when it came to the preparations of the stupid event, but he hadn't found a single evidence of sabotage or any clues indicating a larger scale disaster in the works. Nothing was amiss. That didn't bode well.

It wasn't that he planned to stop him – he wasn't in the habit of ruining Alastor's fun – but he would have liked to be a smug asshole about figuring the plan out before it was enacted. That, and he didn't want to be caught in the crossfire if it was one of those 'fun for everyone" bullshit plans. But it looked like he was going to have to resign himself to a surprise.

He sighed deeply as he set down the punch bowl and left the ballroom. At least now all he had to do was dress sharply and show up in time, and then he could help himself to the punch and consider whether to enjoy the event or be grouchy about it. Both options had their merits.

He spared a glance towards Charlie and Vagatha, who were doing last minute preparations in the lobby, before heading upstairs. However, his ascension slowed when he spotted Alastor further up on a landing, staring intently at the girls with mischief written all over his face and stance.

Okay. So there it was, whatever it was. Not large scale then, and happening right now, so all his sleuthing had been for naught. Now he idly wished he had spent that time on literally anything else instead. Oh well.

He was admittedly still curious and wanted to see this shit first hand, so he opened his wings and crossed the rest of the way with two quick flaps. He dropped gracefully right next to Alastor.

"Hey-"

"Sacré couillon!" Alastor swore as he jumped, eyes wide, and a glowing hand thrust out at Husk in what he assumed was a reflex. It hit him squarely in the chest.

There was a strange ass sensation of someone pouring ice water all over his body, inside and out, and then his vision went out, and he found himself on his knees, one hand holding on to the barrister and the other gripping the side of his head. All he saw were black and white spots, so he closed his eyes to get his bearings

"Geez, what the fuck, Al?" he asked… and paused. That had been Alastor's voice, not his own. He opened his eyes again, and through the slowly diminishing layer of spots he saw himself on the floor a couple of feet away from him. He was sitting on his butt, legs spread ungracefully, hands against the floor to keep his balance, wings a complete mess, and tail flailing about in distress. His eyes were wide open and blinking rapidly, probably to dispel a case of spots of his own. His mouth was curved into a strange grin.

For a moment, Husk questioned his sanity. Another moment was spent in denial. Then his eyes focused on the weird fucking grin, and a hypothesis started forming in his mind.

He looked down at the body he was currently in, and was met with red clothes and lanky limbs. He brought the hand that had been clutching at his hair down and looked at it. Gloves of questionable taste covered Alastor's thin fingers, and said fingers wiggled under his command.

Well then. Fuck everything. He was fucking done. This was the worst damn bullshit Alastor had put him through in their decades of friendship and then some. He didn't particularly like his stupid cat body, but he didn't want to occupy another one without his consent, either. Especially not on the day when he was supposed to socialize and be somewhat presentable.

Honestly, he was somewhat mad on Charlie and Vagatha's behalf as well, since they had clearly been the intended targets.

"Okay, asshole", Husk said, and did his best to ignore the squeaky radio voice coming from his mouth. "Undo this bullshit this fucking instant."

Husk saw himself, or presumably Alastor in his body, look at him, grin straining. Now, reading Alastor's expressions on his own fucking face was hard, but a strained grin never meant anything good. Shit.

"I'm afraid I'm unable to do that, my dear", Alastor said, and did his voice really sound like that? Or was it just hearing it through Alastor's ears that made it sound different from usual? Either way, it was really fucking strange to hear it like this. "I'm relatively certain all my power resides in the body you're currently occupying – that is one of the intended effects in this particular trick. So unless you reverse this, we're stuck like this until midnight."

...What.

"I'm going to murder you first thing in the morning, bastard", Husk growled, pointing a finger at Alastor. "And that is after I spend all of today wanking away with your dick, just to hammer in how messed up this situation is."

Of course he wasn't actually going to do that, but he was mad as fuck and Alastor deserved to have a little panic to compensate. Specifically the kind of panic where he hopefully realized that messing with peoples' bodily autonomy was not fucking okay.

He stood up, holding onto the barrister to balance himself – suddenly no longer having a heavy set of wings on his back after fifty fucking years wasn't doing any favours to his ability to walk in fucking heels. Fucking heels! Why did his bitchass motherfucker of a-

"No!" Alastor yelled, and scrambled to get up with very little success, wings and tail flapping all over the place in a chaotic manner and knocking him off-balance and back down. His eyes were wide in genuine alarm and his ears were turned back, and Husk felt actually bad now, despite this being exactly what he had wanted. Shit. "Don't-"

"For fuck's sake, Al", he said, and ran a hand over his face in exasperation. Even that felt fucking weird, and he almost knocked the ridiculous monocle off in the process. "Of course I'm not really doing that. I'm mad at you, but not the worst person in existence."

He peeked through his fingers at Alastor, who stopped trying to get up and fixed his eyes firmly on the floor instead. His ears perked up high again after a second, but his wings were broadcasting his discomfort very clearly by being ruffled, and his tail was whipping around. The poor bastard had apparently no control over them, which shouldn't have come as a surprise, as it had taken Husk a long time to master that himself.

...This was going to be a long day.

Husk sighed, lifted a foot up, pulled the stupid high-heeled shoe off, and then repeated the process with his other foot. He tossed the shoes wherever, and carefully walked over to Alastor. He may be used to having wings and a long tail nowadays, but he had walked the earth without them for seventy years; he could adapt to doing that again. He stopped in front of Alastor and held out a hand.

"Come on. We got a stupid event to attend, so let's teach you to fucking walk, shall we?"

Today was going to be a very, very long fucking day.