Hi! Drunk Husk Confession Please! Maybe He Doesn't Remember The Next Day And His Crush Flirts With Him

Hi! Drunk Husk confession please! Maybe he doesn't remember the next day and his crush flirts with him and he gets all flustered and stutters so she shuts him up with a kiss 😚 and tells him that she feels the same way he does. Thank you!!

Ahh this is so cute! I love this!

Pairing: Husk x Reader

Warnings: Alcohol

Word count: 1910

Authors note: I actually quite like this one, but if you were looking for anything different just message me and let me know! This was very roughly proofread, so apologies for any mistakes.

A Drunk Mind Speaks a Sober Heart - Husk x Reader

Ever since you decided to give redemption a shot and stay at the Hazbin Hotel, you quickly learned which of your fellow roommates (hotel-mates?)  you could have the most fun with. Charlie was always cheery and go-lucky, but good luck trying to get her to do just about anything that would jeopardize the hotel’s reputation of a sin-free environment. Vaggie wasn’t exactly one for going out (or even hanging around with any of you, except for Charlie, of course), so she was off the table. Alastor was… well, Alastor was creepy as Hell, so even if he did want to go out, you would have a sneaking suspicion that he was planning something more sinister. Sir Pentious could go both ways. He always rejected going out, but if you managed to drag him to a bar and he got drunk, it was actually the funniest thing ever. Nobody ever invited Niffty out because… God knows what would happen if she escaped your line of sight.

This left Angel and Husk. Angel always knew how to have a good time, but after learning of the abuse that he has to endure during work, you realized that his constant drinking and partying was just a way for him to cope with his trauma. Feeling awful for him, it left you mostly turning to Husk whenever you wanted to have some fun.

At first glance, Husk was kind of a prick. He always seemed uninterested with anything that anybody had to say, constantly complaining every time he was forced to do one of Charlie’s eccentric “bonding exercises”. But you’ve had enough late nights at the bar to know that if you really got to know him, Husk was a sweetheart. He was fiercely protective of his friends and gave excellent advice, never turning you away when you've had a shitty day and just need to talk.

When you first arrived at the hotel, you were so very grateful for the free lodging, but still felt like you were isolated from the already-established friend circles of the group. At the end of the day, though, Husk, however standoff-ish he wants to appear, never turned you down for a drink and a good conversation. As embarrassing as it is to admit… you think you've developed quite an attraction towards him. Not only was he a great listener and the only person who seemed to give a damn about what you had to say, but he was adorable, too. The way his wings flapped slightly when he laughed, the little ear-twitches he gets when he’s startled, everything. Out of all the sinners in Hell, he seemed like the only guy that still had a bit of humanity left in him.

This is the driving factor that left you sitting at his bar, still striking conversation with him through the early hours of the morning, almost every night. Tonight was no different, either. 

Walking to the bar and taking what you have now claimed as “your stool”, you don't see Husk doing his normal barkeeping chores. In fact, you don't see him at all. That is, until he bursts through the main door of the hotel carrying some crates filled with bottles of a green-looking drink. You rush over to him to lighten his load, a sigh of relief escaping his mouth. As you both reach the bar and set down the crates, you ask, 

“So… what’s this?” 

As he unloads the bottles from the crates to the bar, he responds, 

“Apparently some good shit! I struck a deal with the owner of the club down there, apparently their bar is the only place that sells it, until now! Cost me a pretty penny, but it's supposed to have you seeing stars after only a couple glasses. Wanna give it a try? Shit, I think we’ve got ourselves enough to last until we all get redeemed!”

“Sure, why not.” you reply. 

I mean, it’s not often that anything exciting happens in Hell, and this was the closest to an “exciting” experience that you’ll get for a while. When he finished unloading the crates, he placed two glasses on the bar and filled them to the brim with the green liquid. 

“Absinthe, it looks like. Hopefully Charlie won't be too pissed, at least it'll bring more drunks like you and I into this shithole” he says and laughs. 

While he immediately downs his glass, cringing at the taste, you smell it suspiciously. 

“Are you sure this is safe? I mean, you bought it from a club owner you’ve never met.” you ask. “Doll, what the Hell’s gonna happen? We're gonna double die?” 

Well, he has a point. Plugging your nose, you sip from the glass, suppressing a small gag. This better be worth it. 

While carrying on your normal random conversations, you noticed Husk slowly becoming more unkempt and loud. This was a very odd sight, as he could hold his liquor like nobody's business. To be fair, though, he had downed about 3 glasses in the past hour. You were still working on your first. If this stuff is as strong as he said it was, he may genuinely be wasted right now. You could not only tell this from his progressively increasing volume, but also from the topics that he was talking about. Normally, he preferred being the listening ear, the shoulder to cry on. He did chime in every now and then, but nothing intensely personal. But tonight, he seemed ready to tell you just about anything. While you guys were on the topic of money, you were quickly brought to the topic of gambling.

“So, you've talked about all the gambling you did when you were alive… but I don't think I've ever seen you gamble, or, Hell, even play a card game. What happened?” you ask.

As you ask this question, you can see something change in Husk’s look. Did you say something wrong?

“I- I dont wanna talk about it.” he manages to hiccup out.

“What, didya lose that bad?” you chuckle. “Must've been a ton of money if you're still this upset.” you say. 

He looks into the distance, fixating on anything but the current conversation. You weren't used to him actually avoiding conversation like this.

“Oh, um… Look, I’m sorry if I said something-”

“Don’t apologize.” he cuts you off. “I figure I should tell you anyway.”

“Tell me what?” you ask.

“I quit gambling because, well -” he hesitates, thinking of the right words to say without dropping the entire mood of the room.

“I- I used to be an overlord.”

Huh? What?! Husk? The drunk bartender… used to be an overlord?

“Really?” you ask. “I have - so many questions. But… but why did that force you to quit gambling?”

“Well, you could say that I relied on luck for much of my power. I would collect souls and gamble them away to increase my status among the other overlords. That was until… that was until I met him.” he motions to the Radio Demon’s room. 

“Alastor?” you ask. 

“He made me an offer that was too enticing to refuse. If I won, he would grant me power beyond my wildest dreams - all the souls I could possibly make use of.”

“And if you lost?” you wonder.

“He - He would get my soul.”

Realization hits when you see where this conversation is leading to. So Alastor… owned Husk? No wonder he seemed miserable! Suddenly, you felt bad for all the times you ran to complain to him and ask for advice, poor thing was probably dealing with enough of his own trauma. 

“Oh, Husk. I- I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay Doll. What's done is done, no use in dwelling over it now.” he sighs.

“Besides,” he says, “he can have my soul. I think the only thing that still gets me through every day is knowing I have a heart. That’s what really matters. So, it doesn't matter who has my soul, but who I can trust with my heart.” 

Wow. Wasted Husk is… insightful? Sweet? You had never heard him become so open about his backstory, his emotions. 

“That’s…sweet, Husk. I hope that you know that you can always trust me, with your heart and anything else.”

He blushes at your words, smiling. “Y/N, you already have my heart. You’ve had it since the very first day you walked into this hotel. Ever since you first spoke to me, I’ve had something to look forward to at the end of the day. You give me a reason to actually enjoy this shit hole. Thank you, y’know, for being here.”

There’s no way he just said that! Does Husk… like you too?! Taking this pure honesty as a sign of his obvious inebriation, you take away his fourth glass from him. 

“Alright, mister, I think it’s time we both head to bed. We’ve got a long day of ‘trust exercises’ to look forward you” you say while taking his hand and guiding his stumbling body to his room. As you lead him to his door and part ways from him, you swear you could hear him say something under his breath.

“I love you, Y/N”

********************THE NEXT MORNING…********************

When you awoke from your deep slumber, you could hear the voices of essentially everyone else in the lobby. As you leave your room to greet them, you see everybody but Husk.

“Where’s Husk?” you ask.

“Maybe the bitch finally got up and left like he always says he’s going to!” Angel replies, laughing.

You roll your eyes, going back into the hallway and knocking on Husk’s door. When you hear no reply, you peek into his room. He’s passed out on his bed, not even underneath the covers. Damn, I guess that stuff really is strong. You slowly approach his bed and stroke his head, softly saying,

“Husk! It’s time to get up. If we aren't out for Charlie’s exercises she may just kill us.”

He groans, slowly opening his eyes, clearly flustered that you are in his room and seeing him like this.  

“Oh Satan, uh, yeah, I guess it is that time.” he mumbles.

As you move to leave his room, you turn back.

“Hey, Husk. I really appreciate what you said last night. I don't know if I made it clear, but… I’m glad you told me.”

He blinks slowly at you, clearly confused.

“Wh- What did I say last night?” he says, internally panicking. If he drunkenly confessed to you, he will literally crumble into a ball right here.

“Y’know, that stuff about me being the only one who has your heart, the one who makes ‘this shit hole’ bearable?”

His eyes widened. He could literally die of embarrassment right here, right now. 

“Oh my Satan I didn’t mean to say that - I mean, I did, but just not in that way - you really don't have to say that you feel the sa-” Husk is cut off by your lips meeting with his in a sweet embrace, one that he never wants to leave.

“Husk. It’s okay. I… I feel the same way. I’m so glad you told me, whether in a drunken rant or not.” you giggle, leading him by the hand out of his room. Whatever faced you today would be bearable simply because you knew that at the end of the day, you will always have Husker.

"Grasp of Death" - Alastor x Reader (NSFW)

Once Adam and his army broke the demonic shield that Alastor had placed around the hotel, he knew that the group stood no chance. Even with Lucifer’s daughter on their side, the first man was just too strong. You were panicking in your room, trying to build defense devices when you heard the forcefield shatter.

Alastor then burst in through your door, wasting no time in pinning you against the wall and forcefully making out with you. “Darling, there isn't much time. I promise I would have made this more meaningful if i just had more time. I just need to show you how much you mean to me. Please allow me to love you.” You quickly nodded, and sooner than you could say “Damn!” your shirt was flying off of your head and your bra was being unclipped with the help of Alastor’s shadows. He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he pushed you against the wall, hands roaming every inch of skin that was available to him. The second he felt your hips bucking against his, begging for any kind of sensation, he literally snapped your pants off of your body and kissed every inch of your breasts before forcefully shoving himself into you. He wasn't too big, but filled you up in a way that you had never experienced before. Within a few messy and slow thrusts, you could hear one wing of the hotel crumble to the ground as somebody (could it be Vaggie?) screamed in pain. Fuck. You didn't have much time. His eyes looked panicked as he continued thrusting into you at a speed that you didn't even know was possible. Your moans grew louder, but still could not be heard in the absolute chaos of war happening outside. As he neared his climax, his sharp nails dug into the flesh of your hips and he let out a light groan, his thrusts becoming sloppier and more desperate. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you, and soon his warm fluids were released inside of you. Your climax was delivered not long after, the pleasure somehow intensified by the sheer knowledge that this would never happen again. Alastor lays you down on the floor, his dick softening inside of you, and for the first time, the Radio Demon isn’t smiling. As he grips you tighter to him, you feel a warm tear roll down your back. “Darling, will you please sing with me?” “Yes, baby.” You reply. Alastor starts rocking the two of you, enclosed in an embrace that only two people in the grasp of death can share. His voice soothes your last thoughts as you hear him sing:

“We’ll meet again,

Don't know where,

Don't know when,

But I know we'll meet again,

Some sunny day.”

What if Niffty was a triplet?

Niffty, Shiffty, and Thriffty: Triplet Trouble

A/N: This is such a chaotic and creative request, and it was so fun to write! I can only imagine how crazy it would be if Niffty had two other siblings (ignore their corny names, but i feel like the rhymes are just so fitting lol). I just kind of took creative liberty here, and this one is kind of shorter than my other headcanons. If you were looking for something else or something longer, just send me another request and I’ll be happy to fix it! I hope you enjoy it!

One day, when everyone was just doing their normal hotel duties, a knock sounded on the main door. As the group looks suspiciously at each other, Charlie practically beams with excitement: A new guest seeking redemption! Before she can make it to the door, though, it seems as if somebody had flipped a switch in Niffty. The second the noise was heard, she was already at the door about to open it. 

Charlie would say, “Oh, Nifty, It’s okay, typically I like to greet the gues-” but she is cut off by Niffty’s insanely high pitched and feral scream of excitement. When Charlie looks out the door, she sees… nothing. That is, until she looks about 3 feet down and is met with - two more Niffties? No, that can’t be right. “Uhm… guys?” Charlie calls out.

As the rest of the group comes to the door to see what the fuss is, they are met with two beings, similar in size to Niffty, except it looked like these two were - boys? They shared similar traits to Niffty: pink hair, one eye, fifties style suits.. but who were they?

“Ohmysatanohmysatanohmysatan you’re here!!!” Nifty would say. Before anyone could even blink, the two men would literally scurry like bugs across the hotel. “Uhm.. Niffty? Who.. who are these - things? People? Boys?” 

Nifty would reply, “Oh, I totally forgot to introduce you! Those are my brothers, Shiffty and Thriffty!” Charlie had been stressed enough with the general upkeep of the hotel, and to be honest, two more Niffties was NOT what she needed to lower her stress. “Oh!... why - why didn’t you tell us - me - that they were coming?” she would say through her best forced smile. 

Once Niffty managed to collect them and have them introduce themselves, the group quickly learned what they were dealing with. Similar to how Niffty’s name implied that she was “nifty” around the hotel, Shiffty seemed to be unable to stay in one place for more than 4 seconds, whereas Thriffty was very well-put together, seemingly good with his money. 

After a bit of explaining, it turns out that the triplets were a part of a crime syndicate and died together after commiting a heist. The only reason that the brothers hadn’t joined Niffty sooner was because she was swept away by the Radio Demon to work under his guidance. They had only just seen the commercial for the Hazbin Hotel and noticed that their sister was advertised as the housekeeper. 

Once Charlie had explained in depth the goals, rules, and guests of the hotel, the brothers decided that they would give redemption a try (whether they actually wanted redemption or just to never be separated from their sister again was unknown). 

In all, though their entrance was rather chaotic, Shiffty and Thriffty became useful assets to the hotel - Shiffty running advertisements on the streets outside of the Hotel and Thriffty managing the finances -  and even worked their way to being a beloved part of the Hazbin family.

The one who has alastor on a leash is his barber and he's scared he's gonna get a haircut worse than that fuckass bob if he slips up on the deal

Cursed cat Alastor x Lilo and Stitch

The alternative ending, where Lute died instead of Adam… 🥀