A/N:
There was not enough room in the summary to say this: the prompts were sent to my writing tumblr as asks. I can't directly link it here, but you can find the link in my profile. Who knows, there may be new chances in the future.
Prompt by Anon:
Alastor and Husk contemplate animal-themed sinners and their respective animal stereotypes, while seeing if Vaggie, a moth demon, is attracted to bright lights.
Also, a reminder: sheik is 20s for approximately "hot boyfriend". The boys are old trolls.
This chapter happens after they got together but before they leave the hotel.
Oh! Husk calls Vaggie Vagatha because while he may refer to people with their nicknames in his speech, he thinks of them with their full names. Because reasons XD; You'll see that Alastor is certainly not on the same boat with that in another chapter.
Having Alastor wait for him to be done with work in order to spend time with him was the best fucking thing in the entire goddamn world in Husk's opinion. It hadn't been that long ago that Husk had been hopelessly pining for him and wishing for the tiniest shred of attention in his general direction, yet here he was now: loading the dishwasher haphazardly while Alastor sat on a bar stool and… apparently idly ate pure salt from the container that Husk kept around for the drinks that required salt in them.
Husk looked away, blinked a couple of times, and then looked again. Yep, Alastor was humming to himself, licking at his index finger, dipping it in the salt, and then licking the salt off before repeating the process.
What the actual fuck?
"Al? What the hell are you doing?" he asked incredulously, which made Alastor pause mid-lick and give Husk a confused look. It was cute as fuck and made Husk want to confess his love for this idiot all over again. But instead he decided to correct his question before Alastor could be a smartass about it. "Actually no, I can see what you're doing. The real question is why the fuck are you eating salt right now?"
Alastor finished the lick and wiped the finger with an embroidered handkerchief like a prissy little princess before putting his glove back on. Husk was beyond questioning any of that by now; he was more than used to it. Unlike the salt eating.
"It's a craving I've occasionally had ever since I died and found myself in the form of a deer", Alastor said, closed the salt container, and pushed it in Husk's direction.
Husk contemplated the now rather unhygienic salt within, but ultimately shrugged and put the container away as it was; what the others didn't know wouldn't hurt them. Alastor didn't have rabies or anything, so what the fuck ever.
"I see", he said, considering the information. Turned out one could still learn new things about their sheik even after knowing the guy for four decades. He had already been aware of a few deer traits, such as Alastor occasionally shredding door frames by rubbing his antlers on them and his adorably idiotic need to jump over fences if he wasn't distracted from their existence quickly enough, but this was a new one.
Husk himself was sick and tired of his own fucking cat habits, to be honest. Fine, he had learned to like his own purring after decades of Alastor being absolutely smitten with said sound and not being shy about letting Husk know. And okay, Alastor's magic made replacing his door frames after he scratched them to splinters easy, especially since they kind of shared that bad habit and he completely understood it. But he loathed how he sometimes automatically licked his paw if it got filthy, or how he would run to a window and fucking chirp at things if they moved past it quickly and triggered his hunting instinct. Alastor had busted a lung laughing the first time he witnessed that, and Husk hadn't talked to him for almost two weeks when he purposefully triggered that soon afterwards.
Being a fucking animal was one of the worst things in his afterlife.
"Husker?" Alastor asked after a moment of silence that had only been broken by the occasional clink of glass as Husk put the last of the dishes in the washer. He hummed questioningly while finishing his job. "Vaggie is a moth, isn't she?"
"Yeah, I believe so", Husk said, and turned the dishwasher on. Finally done and free for the night, he walked over to Alastor. Alastor, who had a mischievous grin on his face and was looking at Husk with positively sparkling eyes.
That could be an extremely bad sign, or a really good one.
"...Why do you ask?"
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"It was right here, in this hallway", Husk said with a bored voice, and led Vagatha around a corner to one of the less used parts of the hotel. He gestured towards a completely randomly picked painting, making her walk over to it with a searching expression. "That's roughly where I smelled it."
"I don't smell anything, but maybe behind the pain-", she started saying, but then jumped in fright as suddenly all of the lights nearby turned off at once, leaving the pair in almost complete darkness. Husk smirked. "Hey! What-"
And then a single, small, bright light appeared at the end of the hallway. Husk squinted at Vagatha, trying to quickly adjust his vision to the rapid changes in light, and… Yes! Her single working eye was glued to the light and her pupil was blown wide as she started walking towards it in a daze.
Husk heard a snicker in the dark, and snorted in amusement.
Alastor waited until Vagatha had reached the light and was just about to touch it with outstretched fingers, before making it disappear and summoning another one on a different spot.
She blinked a few times in confusion, and then turned to walk towards the new light like a zombie.
Alastor started giggling, and Husk tried to stifle his own chuckles. Vagatha was going to murder them both once she snapped out of it, but for now it was completely fucking worth it.
They managed to keep her distracted for two more lights before Alastor made a mistake and summoned the next light on her blind side, which meant she couldn't focus on it fast enough for the ruse to keep working.
Her murderous eye turned to the direction of Husk's laughter, and a spear was summoned.
"Charlie will never find your bodies!"
Alastor grabbed a hold of his paw, and they ran for their afterlives while cackling and dodging weapons from an angry moth.
Now, Alastor could have magicked them away at any time, but that wouldn't have been half as fucking hilarious, now would it?
Completely. Fucking. Worth it.