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Husks hands reach toward the zipper on Angel’s boots and Angel freezes. In an instant he’s fully awake, eyes open and mind alert.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
Husk shoots him a confused look.
“Your feet hurt, don’t they?”
For a moment, Angel weighs his options.
Because he’s starred in a scene just like this before. Dozens of them, in fact. He never would’ve guessed that Husk was a foot guy, but he supposes everyone is into a least a little freaky shit.
It always starts as a simple, ostensibly innocent offer, just like this one. Oh, your feet hurt? Here, let me help you. And next thing he knows, Husk’s pupils are blown wide, his breath is coming in sharp, shallow pants, and he’s asking to suck on Angel’s toes or something.
And sure, Angel can turn him down, and Husk’s the rare sort of guy who will take no for an answer. But Angel won’t pretend that the whole situation doesn’t sour his stomach a bit, Husk thinking he’s found some slick, subtle way of getting his hands on Angel. Like he hasn’t seen it all, starred in it all, endured it all before.
Five times it wasn't a sex thing (and one time it was)
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Husk succumbs to an urge to do the unthinkable to his closest friend in an attempt to relive his favorite memories of his overlord days.
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“I want it so bad,” Angel whispers against soft flesh.
“Me?” Husk asks.
“Coke,” Angel says apologetically. “But you’ll do for now.”
Husk rolls his eyes and runs thick fingers through Angel’s hair. “I feel so loved.”
“You are.” Angel kisses his stomach. “You really are.”
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Angel doesn't work for Val anymore, doesn't have to answer to empty apologies after Val bleeds him dry in every way. Husk loves him right, but the wounds are still slow to heal.
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“Have you heard about the big uproar that happened seven years ago?”
“What?”
“I mean the fight between Zestiel and the radio demon.”
“I, wha, no!” Angel shook his head. “I don’t care about overlord politics!”
“Zestiel had found his soulmate!” Husker explained. “But her soul was owned by the radio demon. Enraged Zestiel demanded her soul from the other overord but of course Alastor didn’t want to give his trump card against such a powerful demon away. Do you know how the conflict ended?”
“No,” Angel whispered.
“All overlords, every single one, turned against Alastor demanding from him to give her soul to Zestiel. There was not a single one on his side because if one overlord could use the soulmate of another overlord against him than this could happen to anyone. No overlord could ever know themselves and their loved ones save again.”
“Why,” Angel swallowed already suspecting the answer to his question. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Because I am an overlord and once you tell me who you sold your soul too I will come with every overlord at my back and take what is mine!”
"No!"
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How would a story about Soulmates look in a world where you can sell your soul?
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- Part 4 of Soulmate stories
- Part 1 of I would give you my soul (if I hadn't already sold it)
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Keiji texts Kenma everyday about how horrendously down bad for Bokuto he is. So maybe he should’ve expected this day to come: the day he sent such texts in the wrong chat.
But did it really have to be the cross-school group chat?