Husker X You - Blog Posts

Hi, I was wondering if could you write Husk from Hazbin Hotel and Reader who see him like a father figure or a mentor? The Reader are introvert and they have difficulty about to trust for the next one. But when they meet Husk, they slowly start to see him like a father figure while Husk tries to deal with it.

Thank you and have a nice day

A/n: Ofc! Thanks, I hope you have a nice day too.

The reader is gn.

At first, when you joined the hotel, you didn't want to socialize much. Sure, Charlie was nice and she really wanted to help, but sometimes her exercises were too much. You preferred to sit in a quiet place by yourself such as your room or if you wanted to loosen up a little, you found yourself at the bar accompanied by the grumpy bartender.

To be honest, you were a bit afraid of him at first. The way he yelled at some of the customers made you cringe and it definitely didn't help your anxiety.

To Husk you were nothing unusual, just another lousy sinner to tend to.

As time passed by and you became 'regular' at the bar, he started to recognize you. He started to pick up on how you tried to avoid the crowd and the spotlight. You seemed to come to him every time you tried to run away from society. You were pretty polite and didn't make a mess. Maybe you weren't so bad after all?

When Husk was in a better mood, he'd start a conversation with you to get to know you, to understand you better, to see what's the cause of your behaviour. He knew you were really shy, so he was trying to be slow and patient with you.

At first you didn't want to open up, so he didn't force any interactions. He just tended to you like he would to anybody else. Once you've decided you wanted to give him a chance, he was somewhat glad you took enough liking of him to trust him.

Surprisingly, every conversation you've had with him felt so... Natural. He seemed to understand you and he didn't make fun of you nor try to force you to face your fears.

You spent time with him more often, even outside the bar. You looked at him in a way he couldn't quite picture, in a way that made his 'cold heart' feel a bit warmer.

In your head you pictured his humour, the way he spoke, the way he cared, very fatherly.

At some point, you think he picked up on what you were thinking since his behaviour became somewhat protective over you. He started to ask you in a subtle way to text him once you get to your destination safe and sound, or he wouldn't serve you drinks when he knew you were reaching your limit/wouldn't let you make a habit of drinking away your sorrows- (he doesn't want you to end up like him.) He even tried to lecture you a few times about it (or lecture you about life in general).

He was happy to see that his words influenced you in a way.

On a rare occasion when he is in a good mood (he also might be slightly intoxicated) and barely anybody is around, he'll tell you "I'm proud of you, kid."

Overall: Sometimes your relationship might be a bit rocky, but once you talk through the problems/you let him do his thing, it's wholesome :)

PLEASE

HUSKER IS TWEAKING OVER VAGGIE THROWING ANGEL IM ACTUALLY SOBBING

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Slow Mornings

mornings are slow, even when in Hell

A low purring was the first thing you heard once you woke, that and the shuffling of covers beneath twitching wings and claws. You looked out the window, the red Sun peering through it gently, casting a crimson hue over the hotel room, and over Husker.

He slept with one furry arm draped around your waist, his snout pressed into your shoulder as he breathed in and out softly, in time with his purrs. You smirked at him slightly, bringing an arm up to his head to scratch in between his ears softly, seeing(and feeling) him curl up into your side further whilst his purring increased. Eventually, one of his eyes cracked open gingerly, looking up at you as the morning dawned on him.

"'S Monday, huh?.." He asked groggily, groaning at your silence and pushed his snout further into your shoulder, his ears flattening against his head carefully, just as soft as his arms which came up to hug around your chest drowsily. His wings fluffed up softly, both of them acting as a duvet- a duvet covered in feathers and suits of cards.

"Softy.." You chuckled sleepily, which turned into soft giggles as he growled playfully, if admittedly tired. You could feel his sharp tounge dart out quickly, (literal) kitten licks coming to your collar bone.

Slow mornings were always nice, a gleeful rest from the fast-paced world outside of you both. Through kisses and cuddles, it came slow, even on a Monday.

me and Husker rn

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