Here are the awards for the "Winds of Changeâ flash fest. This is the biggest flash fest we have had so far, with 12 submissions!
I am sorry for the delay in posting the awards. The last couple of days have been busy as I, @stars-forever, try to study for my finals.
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The awards for the "Winds of Change" flash fest go to:
The Shifting Skies Award goes to @ReesieReads for "Perception" and @sunflower1me for "Dreamchaser"!
The Rooted in Change Award goes to @EvilToTheCore13 for "Is This Annihilation, Or Metamorphosis?"!
The Whispers on the Wind Award goes to @RynRose4 for "Here to stay"!
The Evolving Echoes Award goes to @MimiHylea for "A Path to Honor"!
The New Horizons Award goes to @EvilToTheCore13 for "Is This Annihilation, Or Metamorphosis?" and @the-sparkling-diamond-satine for "all of me is reeling, shed that sinking feeling (now iâm never letting you go)"!
The Sudden Shift Award goes to @thespyfromconnecticut "The Only Constant"!
The Winds of Change Award goes to @sunflower1me for "Dreamchaser"!
15 different fandoms were represented: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005), Chuck (TV), Endeavour (TV), Glee (TV 2009), Inspector Morse (TV), Moulin Rouge! (2001), Moulin Rouge!: The Musical - Various/Logan, NCIS: Sydney, Persona Series, Persona 2, Savvy Series - Ingrid Law, Shall We Date?: Obey Me! (Video Game), Stardew Valley (Video Game), Sunrise On The Reaping - Suzanne Collins, and Tortall - Tamora Pierce.
The full list of everyone who won awards!
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Also, if you claimed a prompt during this flash fest event and didnât have a chance to post your story you can still post them, the collection is no longer moderated, so it should just let the story be added but if it doesn't, I will make sure that they are added. There is no deadline or time limit when it comes to this.
Congratulations to everyone who won an award, and thank you to everyone who took the time to write and vote for this flash fest!
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SUMMARY | Invited to the annual Overlord ball, Angel has big plans for the night. With his father and brother overlooking his every move as the family business is put in jeopardy, there isn't much room for mistakes. Good thing Angel's target for the night willingly walks straight into his trap.
RATING | Mature
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EVENTS | @eclipsingbingo | First Kiss | Whispering Sweet Nothings | @fandombingo | Repeatedly Checking Their Pulse To Assure Yourself Their Still Alive | @multifandom-flash | Drugged Lipstick | How Many Fingers | Have I Mentioned I Am Sexually Active Today? | @fandom-free-bingo | Curiosity Killed The Cat | @character-a-character-b | Primal Encounters
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The dress that Angel wore hugged every curve of his body, keeping him snug within the black and pink fabrics. As he walked through the Overlord gathering he held himself with poise, playing the part he needed to for tonight.Â
It wasnât often that a gathering such as this was held. The monthly meetings were a bore of politics that Angel never bothered showing up for, sending his brother in his place so he could hear the conversation later on, but this was different. This was an event that only happened once a year, a gathering of everyone important with even the chance of one of the Deadlyâs making an appearance.
Angel had a mission though, one he couldnât afford to mess up while his father and brother were mingling in the crowd keeping Sinnerâs occupied. Recently a chunk of their territory had been stolen, and with it vanished some of their profit all due to a certain Gambling Demon earning more confidence and attempting to reach further across the pentagram.
Though Angel hadnât cared personally for the loss, his family had taken it as a personal attack, sending him to deal with the problem and what better place than the annual gala that he would attend? Thatâs why he was walking around the large hall looking out for the short demon while in the best dress he could find, hoping to catch his attention one way or another.Â
It was a shame it was Angel who had to complete this mission since he would much rather spend the night getting drinks and mingling with some of the crowd but he couldnât blame his family for being picked as he was the best choice for this job. No one could seduce an Overlord like he could, it was how he first started getting his family some recognition before they began climbing the ranks of Hell.
A quick and seamless job is all he could hope for but he wouldnât mind if it got a little bit messy; That just came with the territory.
It wasnât Angel who found the Overlord, instead, Arackniss came towards him, his pace slow as to now raise any alarm bells, simply making it look as if he had something to say to his brother that didnât involve singling out an attending Overlord. Having to end his current conversation with one of the Vees who were trying to strike a fashion deal with him, Angel made room for his brother, waiting to hear the new intel.
âYouâre boy is over by the bar,â Arackniss started, tossing the drink in his hand in a circle as he stared into it, subtly flaunting the liquor that Angel wasnât currently allowed to drink.Â
Though Angel knew better than to look over at the bar immediately, Angel couldnât help but take a glance at who may be seated over there. Upon seeing the workers attending the event, he also caught sight of an overly red Overlord sitting beside his short but well-groomed target.
Beginning the short journey over to the bar while doing his best not to spark any unwanted conversation on the way over, Arackniss snorted from behind him, âDonât fuck it up.â
âIâm not goinâ to,â Angel hissed over his shoulder, shooting his older brother a glare before he focused back in on his target.Â
Making sure to rid himself of any prior annoyance, Angel sauntered his way over to the bar, situating himself on the other side of his small target before feigning as if he hadnât noticed him, instead making a show of pondering what he might get from the drink menu provided.
The ditzy dress may have made him look clueless, or the fact that he was almost unrecognisable as an Overlord since he almost never attended meetings, but the golden eyes of his target turned to his, Alastor turning to shadows as the attention left him. Angel continued to ignore him, waiting for the Overlord to speak up before letting him fall into his trap.
âIf you need help I can see if theyâll let me whip something up for you,â His gruff voice pierced through Angelâs ears, making him slowly turn his gaze towards him. Schooling a drink of his own that was almost empty, the Gambling Demon stared up at him, half a smirk lacing his features. âOf course, Iâm sure anything on their menu will do.â
âI bet youâd be able to make me somethinâ perfect if youâre offerinâ,â Angel took him up, taking a slow seat as he watched the Overlord shoot one of the workers a look, gaining approval which the Sinner wouldâve been foolish to deny before he was rounding the counter and taking a look over the stock that the bar had.Â
Using the time it took the Overlord to place a martini glass in front of him and begin throwing different alcohols in a mixer, Angel took in his appearance. He wore clean black dress pants paired with some slacks, a slightly lighter suit jacket lined with gold covering a simple white shirt, all of it being topped off with a golden bow. Angel couldnât help but admire how his hair was slicked back or how the red of his wings almost glowed in the lighting.
âSo, what brings a guy like you to one of these parties?â The Overlord questioned as he slid the drink over to Angel, not a drop of it spilling as he came to a stop. Bringing the drink to his lips and taking a slow test sip, making sure the glass or the liquid didnât actually touch his lips, Angel felt the eyes of the Overlord on him as he swallowed. âI donât think Iâve seen your face at one of these things before.â
âOh, my brother invited me. Heâs recently started workinâ for one of the Overlords and is apparently ranked high enough for the both of us to turn up here,â Attempting to act as if it were no big deal Angel flapped one of his free hands around, waving off the status he held to lower the Overlords guard. âBut what about you mista? Whatâs a fancy little kitty like yourself doinâ up here?â
âIâm one of the Overlords thatâs meant to be trying to bargain for more territory or some sort of deal,â He acted as if the title was a pain in his ass as if it was more hassle than it was worth as his eyes quickly skittered around the room, easily tracking the other Overlords that were doing just that. Pushing one of his hands forward, he offered it to Angel, waiting for him to take it before bringing it softly to his lips where he placed a delicate kiss on the back of his hand. âWhere are my manners? Iâm Husk, itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
Throughout the whole interaction, Husk kept his golden eyes locked with Angelâs two-toned ones, both an intimidating aura surrounding him that radiated power as well as a comforting glow that wanted to reach out to him. It was almost as intoxicating as the drink Husk had made for him. âAngel, itâs nice meetinâ you.â
âHm, fitting,â Husk hummed, his smirk growing if that was possible. Remaining on the opposite side of the bar, Husk leaned forward, resting his forearms on the countertop as he stared up at Angel through lidded eyes. âWho did you say your brother worked for, again?â
âI didnât,â Angel muses, finishing his drink before he sets it down and leans into one of his hands, resting his head there as he matches Huskâs expression. Doing what he did best, Angel propped his chest fluff up as his dress opened up, one of his fingers toying with the stem of his drink as his lashes fluttered. A quickly raised brow from the Overlord pulled a chuckle out of him, adding, âBut he works for the Mafia Demon I think. I tend to tune him out when he rants about work.â
âMaybe you should start paying attention,â Husk spoke slowly, his deep voice gruff around the edges as the words were almost purred to him. Angel couldnât help but wonder if there was an underlying meaning to Huskâs words. âYou never know when he might say something important.â
âIâll start payinâ attention when he starts talking about somethinâ interestinâ,â Angel responded in a purr of his own, bringing a finger up to trace down the fur that lined Huskâs cheek. It wasnât often an Overlord allowed him to get this close and personal, especially not when they knew who he was. âI ainât got time to worry about which goon he chased after or whose debt heâs out collectinâ. This however is quite interestinâ and seems worthy of my time.â
A huff of laughter snorted its way out of Husk, glee lining his golden eyes as Angel stared into them. He couldnât help but work his charm; If the old sucker fell for it then that was on him.Â
âSay, why donât we get out of here?â Husk offered, one of the corners of his lips ticking up in a smirk. Staring up at Angel with hooded eyes, mischief poorly concealed behind them, Angel knew he had the Overlord right where he wanted him. The way Husk leaned forward before speaking as if sharing a secret, told Angel everything he had to know. âAway from prying eyes. Somewhere it can be just the two of us.â
âI think⌠thatâs a brilliant idea,â Angel paused deliberately, taking a second to think over his next words as if this had all been a spontaneous encounter. Taking a look around the large hall that they were currently in, Angelâs eyes landed on his father's and Aracknissâs, both of them watching him and Huskâs every movement. It hardly did anything to light Angelâs nerves on fire, instead turning back to stare into the warm glow of the Overlord turned bartended in front of him. âToo bad I donât know any places nearby. I wouldnât want to keep a pretty thing like you waitinâ.â
âIâm sure I can figure out something for the two of us,â Husk shrugged off Angelâs feigned worries, his posture remaining confident as he stared up at Angel from where he leaned. âI do after all own the building weâre hosting this in.â
That piece of information had been something Angel missed. He wasnât certain if he wasnât listening close enough when he was being debriefed on the mission or if it had been something his whole family had missed. Regardless, Angel hadnât a clue he was standing on enemy territory until a few seconds, nothing having given away since the building was located on what could be considered neutral turf. âWhy donât you leade the way then, Handsome?â
As Angel spoke to him, a challenging glimmer sparked to life in Huskâs eyes. Chancing a glance over Angelâs shoulders for a few seconds, locking onto something before they flicked back to Angelâs. Leaning up for a kiss, pulling Angel down slightly so he could reach Huskâs elevated height from where he was leaning across the bar counter. Husk made a show of licking his lips, savouring the taste of Angel on them. All Angel could think about was how he had just taken a dose of the poison that laced his lips, the reason he had avoided anything touching his lips all night.
âShall we?â Husk offered Angel his hand as he rounded the bar once more, standing as tall as his short frame would allow. Angel placed one of the hands from his top set of arms in Huskâs, slowly raising himself from the stool. With the additional height of his heels, Angel stood at almost double Huskâs height, towering over him. That however did little to deter Husk as the shorter Overlord began leading the way through the large hall, weaving their way to one of the many exits.Â
As Angel trailed behind them, his eyes locked onto Aracknissâs, giving his brother a clear nod as they passed by one another even if Angel was sure he had witnessed Husk planting a kiss on his lips. The job was done. Whatever happened after this wasnât up to Angel.Â
Husk had led him to a hidden door that blended with the hall's walls. He easily pressed a concealed pressure plate as two doors slid open, revealing an elevator. Holding the door open for Angel, Husk allowed Angel to walk in first before he stepped in moments later, the door shutting behind him. As soon as Angel was sure the two of them were alone, his hands were immediately on Huskâs, trying to smear his lipstick from the Overlordâs lips.
âYou idiot,â Angel hissed. Husk stood stock still as Angel fretted over him, wiping his thumbs over his lips and trying to eliminate any of the remaining pinkish colour. His efforts didnât matter too much as Husk had already tasted the lipstick, making that clear right after they had kissed. âWhy would you kiss me? You knew the lipstick was poisoned.â
âTo make sure your family got off your back,â Huskâs hands fumbled for Angelâs, putting a stop to his frantic attempts to clean his lips. Husk didnât take into account Angelâs other set of arms or even the third set that were kept hidden most of the time. A new pair of hands were instantly on Huskâs face, attempting to do the same thing that the first pair had failed to do. âWe had to make sure they saw you give me the poison so they couldnât blame you for me not dying.âÂ
âYou didnât have to go lickinâ your lips to rub it in their faces though,â Angel almost shouted, panic seeping into his words. Husk stared up at him with a small smile on his face despite it all, only pushing Angel further on edge as he turned frantic. âNow youâve consumed it. Quick, how many fingers am I holdinâ up?â
âStop with that bullshit,â Husk had to drag another one of Angelâs hands away as he attempted to check his pulse to make sure it was still beating smoothly. Rolling his eyes at the low squeak that erupted from Angel as he was dragged around, being pulled out of the elevator doors once they opened as sat on a plush bed after they walked through a long hallway. âIâm the one who gave you that drugged lipstick, donât you think Iâd make sure Iâm immune to it first?â
âOh,â Angel came to a slow end, sitting on the edge of one of Huskâs beds, his two sets of arms being held by Husk, a soothing thumb running over the back of both of them. Angel guesses he should have thought of that. Husk hadnât become an Overlord off of pure luck, even if that was his trademark. Though, now that the worry had fled from Angelâs being, a firey annoyance filled it instead as he glared at Husk. âWhyâd you scare me then? You couldâve said somethinâ sooner so I didnât freak out.â
âIâm sorry Legs,â Husk murmured, finally releasing Angelâs hands so he could use one of his own to cup the spiderâs chin. His hand alone almost dwarfed Angelâs face, just like most things in comparison didâother than his height, of course. âDidnât think youâd work yourself up so much over it. But since weâre up here⌠we might as well put this room to good use.â
A large grin split across Angelâs face as he wound a hand up Huskâs suit, tangling the Gambling Overlordâs tie within his fingers before tugging him forward, bringing their faces within inches of one another. âI like the sound of that Whiskers.â
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This is a fill for todayâs @flashfictionfridayofficial [#FFF291 Stuff of Legends] as well as my  @character-a-character-b  Rair Pair bingo C1 square: A&B pulling a prank on someone together.Â
Fandom: MCU/Marvel
Pairing: Scott Lang/Clint Barton
Rating: General
Tags:Â Avengers Compound, Avengers as Family, Pranks, Pining,, Love Confessions
Summary:Â Clint and Scott plan a prank to get their teammates to confess their attraction to one another - but things donât quite go according to plan.
Word Count: 974 wordsÂ
 âThis would be a lot easier if we were tiny,â Scott muttered, following Clint through the air ducts of the Compound. They were in the process of setting up what Clint claimed would be the most epic Avengers prank ever. âYou know, stuff of legends-level!âÂ
Scott wasnât sure about that, or whether the bruises and dust-bunnies were worth it. And then there was the dubious morality of the prank itself - but getting to spend time with Clint? That was worth all the hassle. Besides, Scott knew he had a habit of doing weird stuff to impress a crush.
âI thought you had to be wearing a suit in order to shrink,â Clint replied over his shoulder, âand I donât think Hopeâs would fit me.â
âTheoretically, the Pym particles donât require the use of a suit. After all, An-tonio got sized up with no ill effects, as best we can tell.âÂ
âYeah - Iâd rather not take my chances,â Clint shot back, a grin in his voice. âHere we go!â He taped a speaker and a can of house blessing spray to the back of the living room air vent, then attached the remote controlled gadget Scott had designed that would trigger the spray, along with the recording theyâd made earlier in the day.  Once everything was set up, they wriggled their way as quickly as possible back to Clintâs room.Â
âMake sure to clean up a bit before dinner,â Clint warned him with a wink. âWouldnât want them to suspect anything.â Â
âWill do - see you in a bit!â Scott made a mock-salute while trying not to fantasize about getting naked and wet with Clint.  He ambled back to his own room and took a quick and unfortunately solitary shower before joining the rest of the team for their weekly pizza and a movie night.  Â
It was Tonyâs turn to choose the movie, so theyâd probably be watching some sci fi action film that he would snark his way through, at least until Steve or Bucky asked him to stop. It was clear that there was some serious UST between the three of them, and hopefully their prank would help clear the air, so to speak.
They waited until everyone had finished eating - no reason to ruin perfectly good pizza, Clint had reasoned - and had settled into their accustomed spots around the room.  As usual, Steve, Bucky and Tony claimed the largest sofa, conveniently located under the air vent Clint and Scott had booby-trapped.  Â
Once the opening credits rolled, Clint glanced over at Scott and gave him a nod. Scott pressed the button of the small remote hidden in his pocket.  Mere moments later, a cloud of mist billowed out from the vent, and a booming voice (actually Scottâs own, with a fake foreign accent and run through a modulator) announced.  âFoolish Avengers - did you think I could be so easily vanquished?  Nay- and now I wreak my revenge - casting a spell that forces you to confess that which you have hidden from one another!â Â
Steve and Bucky had leapt to their feet at the sound of the first word, which meant they both got a face full of the vapor. âWhat theâŚâ Bucky exclaimed, before a coughing fit overtook him. Steve was gagging and hacking as well; apparently super-soldiers were super-sensitive to aerosol sprays.Â
âFriday? Whatâs going on?â Â Tony asked, pulling the collar of his Black Sabbath t-shirt up over his mouth and nose as he pulled his companions back down to the couch.Â
âIâm not sure, Boss.â  Scott was both immensely proud and a little ashamed of having hacked Tonyâs AI so his and Clintâs venture into the HVAC ducts wasnât observed and recorded. âIâm having trouble identifying the makeup of the spray.â  Â
Time to roll out the next part of the prank. Clint took the lead, scrambling to his feet, dramatically placing one hand over his chest. âNatasha - Iâm so sorry! Budapest - that was all my fault!âÂ
âWhat?â Scott didnât know what any of that meant, but he couldnât tell whether the shocked expression on her face meant Natasha was playing along or not. His own declaration hit a little close to home, but Scott figured it might encourage their targets to bare their souls a little as well.Â
âClint - Iâm head over heels in love with you!â Scott announced, throwing his arms wide. The expression of happy surprise that crossed Clintâs face looked almost real, and Scottâs traitorous heart skipped a beat in return. Â
âYou are, huh?â Clint pulled him into an embrace.  âTurns out Iâve kinda been carrying a torch for you as well, handsome.â Â
The blood rushed to Scottâs cheeks even as he reminded himself that this was just part of the prank.  âAnybody else have something they feel compelled to confess?â Â
âUhâŚ.â Steve rubbed the back of his neck. âBucky and Tony and me have been stepping out for awhile.âÂ
âAnd by âstepping outâ,â Tony added, with a hint of a smirk, âhe means screwing like bunnies. Iâm surprised no oneâs asked why Iâve been walking funny lately.â
âI didnât need the sordid details,â Natasha shrugged. Â
Bruce sighed. âAt least youâve kept your amorous activities out of the labâŚ.. right?âÂ
âI can neither confirm or deny.â Tony shrugged apologetically before turning to face Clint and Scott, who were still standing with their arms around each other as they absorbed the results of their prank. âItâs about time you two âfessed up to your feelings - we were ready to lock you in a closet!âÂ
âWhat?â Scott and Clint said practically in unison. Â
âBozhe moyâ Natasha muttered, shaking her head. Â
âItâs like a forestâs worth of pining between you two,â Bucky groaned. âJust go ahead and kiss already.âÂ
âThatâs an order,â Steve added in his Captain America voice.Â
âSir, yes sir!â Scott shot back, just before Clint took his breath away.. Â
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Adoxography- (noun) Fine writing in praise of trivial or base subjects
âElizabethan schoolboys were taught adoxography, the art of eruditely praising worthless thingsâ
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SUMMARY | After the best orgasm Angel has had all week, he is ready to relax for the night when something rough but pleasant starts brushing against his chest.
RATING | Mature
WARNING/TAG(S) | No Archive Warnings Apply
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Angel lay on his back, chest heaving as Husk pulled himself up from where he had previously been buried between Angelâs legs and instead flopped himself onto Angelâs chest, head burying in the fluff that resigned there. Once again, the two of them have had sex. Not just any sex though, sex that pleased Angel more than it did Husk with no want for him to return the favour, Husk was seemingly happy enough just to make Angel cum.
Although his mind was still in a haze, Angelâs top set of arms reached up to curl into the fur on the back of Huskâs head, his fingers pivoting in small circles. A sigh slowly parted its way from Angelâs lips once it seemed like his mind was starting to make sense of his surroundings.
Prepared to lay there in what felt like eternal bliss for hours, Angel couldnât be happier with how his life had taken a serious turn since the latest Extermination and the Hotel being rebuilt. Sure, he still had to lug it over to the Studio every once in a while but it hadnât been as frequent or for as long as before. Either Val finally realised after watching the videos from the Extermination that Angel could actually hold his own or his close relations with the King of Hell has scared him off for a short while.Â
Other than that everything was almost perfect.
He got to spend more time at the Hotel with his friends while working on redemption or he could crash a few nights over at Cherriâs just like before he was roped into Charlieâs ridiculous plan. And, to top everything off, he had finally gotten together with Husk after the cat-owl hybrid got drunk enough to spill his guts to Angel; both metaphorically and literally.Â
So Angel could easily agree that everything had taken a dramatic turn for the best as he laid with Husk on top of him, a soft smile on his face and a glow radiating around him.
Beginning to feel himself slip into a soft slumber, Angel is startled awake when he feels something rough drag along the fluff on his chest. Eyes jumping wide open, Angel stares down at Husk as he runs his tongue along the mound of fluff on his chest with his eyes narrowed in concentration as he spared no glance at Angel.Â
With his own brows pinching in confusion, Angel watched in silence as Husk got to work on the fluff Angel housed, not saying a word as Husk parted and smoothed out the white fur, messing it up before making it neat once more. It was rather enduring, watching it all play out. That didnât take away the rough strokes that danced across Angelâs chest, reminding him of the appendage that was essentially grooming him.
âWhat are you doinâ?â Angel asked, his voice hushed in the quiet room. That didnât seem to matter as Husk jumped the moment Angelâs mouth opened, not expecting a word to come from what he had thought had been the sleeping Sinner. It wasnât that he minded the extra care, his eyes swallowing every action with glee as it played out. He was just confused as to why it was happening.Â
âJesus,â Husk hissed, sitting up and resting over Angel with a hand planted on his chest. Angel couldnât help but smile up at Husk, earning a huff in return as he settled back down, this time laying next to Angel and allowing him to curl into his smaller body. One of Huskâs wings immediately laid itself over Angelâs side. âGive a guy some warning next time.â
âSorry,â Angel found himself whispering, still in a hushed tone. âThat doesnât answer my question though.â
âI was grooming you,â Husk said in a mumbled voice begrudgingly, making it hard for Angel to make out his words. Pondering whether or not to ask Husk to repeat himself so Angel could clearly hear what the Sinner had said, Angel allowed Husk to hold onto his small shred of dignity lest heâd want a grouchy cat on his hand.
âWhy?â He asked, keeping his top set of hands curled into the fur on the back of Huskâs head while his lower set reached for Huskâs hands, lacing their fingers together when Husk clasped his own around Angelâs.
âBecause youâre filthy,â Huskâs nose scrunched as the words left his mouth, eyes locking on Angelâs fluffy chest as if he wanted to reach back in. Angel just wasnât sure if he wanted to bury his head in there again or start grooming him. âAnd sweaty. Iâm just listening to my stupid instincts.â
âYouâre cat ones?â Angel asked, getting a small nod in return as if Husk was embarrassed to admit it. Pondering on that thought for a few seconds, Angelâs hands came to a slow stop on the back of Huskâs head, making him look up with bright golden eyes. âIf you want to continue, you can. I ainât goinâ to stop you. Besides, I kinda like it.â
Huskâs brows slowly pinched together as he studied Angel, taking him all in, âReally?â
Only answering with a nod, Angel shifts back onto his back, giving Husk all the space he needs to get back up and lay himself across Angel so he can once again get back to work and listen to the new instincts he had earned after arriving in Hell. Once again Angel wrapped his arms around Husk as he did so, letting his eyes slip shut as he enjoyed the rough tongue that pulled and prodded at his fluffy chest.