A/N: Prompt by Okadiah:
Maybe Alastor gets comfortable showing Husk his tail and forgets it's out one day, and gets harassed (or something) about it, and Husk gets protective? If you feel up to it, that could be violent and cute :]

I'm kinda just using the very general idea here instead of doing exactly as asked, but well, this is how it wanted to be written.

This chapter happens not long before they leave the hotel.

It was a pleasant morning. Husk had woken up with a cuddly Alastor glued to his side, he didn't have a hangover – or at least it was mild enough to not even count – and now he was watching Alastor brush his adorable ears with Husk's brush, unknowingly mixing a few grey cat hairs into his own red fur. Husk was absolutely not going to inform him of this, of course, because it was so fucking dumb and precious that he wanted it to be an everyday occurrence, please and thank you.

Even Alastor's tail almost paled in comparison to the cuteness of this scene. Almost.

Husk's eyes traveled downwards to look at the red and black tuft of fur that was visible whenever Alastor spent the night in his room nowadays. It was always a captivating sight and he half hoped to never get used to it, while half hoping for Alastor to get so comfortable with him that it'd be out by default whenever they were alone. He wondered if that would be the case once they left the hotel behind and returned to their normal afterlives?

"Husker, you're staring", Alastor said, sounding more amused than annoyed. He put the brush away and looked at Husk with a raised eyebrow.

Husk grinned back at him and wiggled his eyebrows in response to Alastor's raised one. "Just a little. May I touch, too?"

Alastor chuckled, and gave his tail an inviting little wag before stepping closer to Husk. "Yes, but we must go to work, so make it quick."

Husk gave Alastor's cheek a peck and brought a paw down to card his claws through the illegally fluffy little thing. He made sure to not touch the base of it, as Alastor didn't like that, but otherwise he helped himself to the softness. It was quite honestly fucking ridiculous how attracted he was to a tail of all things, but Hell had skewed his sense of what was hot years ago, so what the fuck ever.

He noticed that Alastor was oh-so-casually inching towards the door, so he shuffled along while keeping his paw glued to the tail, trying to hold in his laughter at how silly the entire thing was.

He was so utterly and hopelessly in love with this jackass that it was absolutely fucking ludicrous.

Alastor opened the door and the two of them continued their tomfoolery out into the hallway. Husk could see Alastor's shoulders tremble as his much beloved idiot started snickering while evidently making a valiant effort to follow Husk's example of not laughing.

And then there was a dull 'thud' behind them that made both of them freeze.

Husk turned around and saw Sharon, a porcupine demon and one of the hotel's guests, staring at them with wide eyes, a cell phone laying on the floor in front of her and her hands positioned like she had been holding it and typing something just a second earlier. Her eyes were looking down at-

Husk automatically retreated his paw from Alastor's tail-

Oh.

Shit.

Red sigils at the edge of his vision was the only warning Husk had before Alastor appeared right in front of Sharon, grabbed her by her throat with both hands, and slammed her against the wall. His eyes were radio dials and his visage was murderous.

Fucking hell damn shit bitch motherfucker!

"Al, stop!" Husk said, leaped up to the pair, and grabbed a hold of Alastor's wrist, making him instinctively loosen his hold for about a second before going right back to strangling the poor girl. "I'm serious! Listen! Do not fucking kill her or I swear to fucking God-"

Alastor growled at him, but loosened his hold enough for Sharon to gasp for breath and start coughing while still being held in a grip that could go back to deadly any moment.

"Husker. She cannot live. She has seen too much." Alastor's voice was distorted and Husk could almost see the air around him crackle and glitch. Actually, he wasn't sure if he didn't really see it.

"I get it", Husk said calmly. "But we need to think this through. Take us back to my room, or to yours, or literally anywhere that isn't this hallway where someone else can walk in on us and we'll fucking plan, okay?"

Alastor's grin narrowed, but the next moment they were in…

Fucking hell, they were in Alastor's basement. This was not a pleasant place to be, especially for random demons like Sharon. Shit. Alastor had clearly made up his mind already.

"Now talk", Alastor said, and at least his fucking eyes were back to normal and he looked more composed. He had also released his hold of Sharon, but she was instead trussed up and gagged on the floor.

And this morning had started so well, too.

Husk took a deep, fortifying breath. Fuck, he wished he was drunk.

"Charlie will notice if she disappears without a trace", Husk said, and crossed his arms, giving Alastor a level look. "You are literally the first person on the list of suspects, whether you like it or not. Are you sure you can't just… scare Sharon into never breathing a word? You really don't have any dirt on her that you could hold over her head to ensure her silence? You don't have any memory erasing magic shit or know someone who does?"

Alastor glared at him. "Even if one of your options was viable, I don't trust those solutions. I could threaten or blackmail her into silence, but she could still have the information tortured or drugged out of her. And no, there is no such thing as memory erasing magic, Husker, don't be absurd. If that existed Hell would be quite a different place, don't you think?"

Alastor had a point. A dubious one, but still a point.

Husk sighed, and looked at Sharon, who was giving him the pleading eyes – she was obviously well aware that he was her only ticket out of this. Maybe she was hoping to appeal to his mushy fucking heart by looking cute and innocent and whatnot. Maybe she was hoping to make him feel guilty, because technically this situation was his fault and she honestly bore none of the blame. Obviously she was under the impression that Husk could talk the Radio Demon out of murder if he tried hard enough.

Too fucking bad for her that his loyalties lied elsewhere.

"...Do you still have that hedgehog guy on your list of fools?" Husk asked, turning to look at Alastor again.

"Yes?"

"Make his spines longer, voice higher, and dress him in Sharon's clothes. He can have a cute little cry-fest at the front desk and run the fuck out of the hotel. In case anyone asks anything, I can confirm it was her…"

He was so utterly and hopelessly in love with this jackass that he was willing to cover up a murder just so said jackass could keep a fluffy little secret. He truly belonged in Hell, didn't he?

The beaming smile he got for his efforts made it all fucking worth it.