#the threat still stands about Husk telling anyone or making a comment about Alastor being on a leash as well

[dealwithadeer]

Okay, but imagine Alastor indirectly 'apologizing' to Husk by indirectly 'correcting his threat:

It's during one of Charlies 'exercises' (between episode 5 and 6) and she asks everyone to share something about their life before they got down here. And much to the surprise of everyone, it's Alastor who starts.

He talks about how he used to have a stray cat that came by every now and again to his place. Alastor gave him food and shelter in exchange for the cat getting of all the pesky bugs and sometimes the cat would even leave him a half-dead rodents or birds on his porch. Alastor laughs at the memory. Then, the cat stayed longer and loner because he got sick. Alastor at first thought that he would find some form of entertainment in the struggle and the pain of his stray as the sickness and their age started to mix and made everything worse.

But he did not find anything amusing about it.

So he put his cat out of his misery quickly.

Angel looks worried at Husk thinking that Alastor is subtly threatening Husk. But Husk can't help but feel relived.

#this fandom is actually going to make me start drawing/learn how to draw fanart #because I can actually the scene and Alastors flashback #this is Alastor subtly telling Husk that he does not #wannt to kill and torture him #the threat still stands about Husk telling anyone or making a comment about Alastor being on a leash as well #but he is going to make it quick which is not something his victims usually get #radiohusk #kind of #Husk Hazbin Hotel #Alastor Hazbin Hotel

[yourlocalhazbintrash]

I Was In a Writing Mood, So Here

Knock, knock, knock!

Husk sneered at the door as if it was mocking him, eyes narrowed and a growl rising in his chest. Things had been incredibly tense around the Hazbin Hotel as of late, a seemingly required side effect of Angel's success in being redeemed. After all that had happened; the turf wars, the threats from other Overlords, the good times, the bad times, the ups, the downs; none of it seemed to compare to how it felt to watch Angel earn the stereotypical wings and golden halo that signified his change.

Yes, the first five years hurt, and no one knew what to do without Angel around. The lack of chaos, dirty jokes, constant flirting and occasional moments of vulnerability put everyone on edge. After the sixth year, however, things started to officially fall apart.

Charlie smiled less, but kept up her happy charade to keep everyone else in high-ish spirits. Vaggie became much quicker to anger, and she almost always ended up snapping at any demon who dared to mention Angel's name in a degrading manner. Niffty consistently cleaned Angel's room, even going as far as keeping Fat Nuggets with her as if she believed Angel would return. Husk drank more, his rough demeanor becoming rougher.

And as for Alastor?

The Radio Demon spent more time at the hotel, keeping tabs on every patron and giving them scrutinizing looks every time they relapsed. His jokes slowly started to become nothing more than condescending comments, and his smiles becoming tighter and more feral. Charlie had, at some point between the fifth and sixth year, claimed that she thought this was Alastor's way of grieving.

The thought hung in the air, but was never confirmed nor denied.

"Husk? Do you think you can get the door for me, please?" Charlie's voice was small and tired, and Husk sighed at the sight of the tears streaming down her face.

"Another one of those days, huh?" Husk asked, humming when Charlie nodded minutely. "Yeah, same here."

"Oh! Y-you don't have to go if you don't-"

"Hey, it's fine, princess. Goin' and openin' the door is better than sitting on my ass and drinking myself unconscious. Did enough of that yesterday." Husk stretched with a loud yawn, exiting the bar and trudging over to the hotel doors.

The knocking became more insistent as Husk drew closer, driving a sense of annoyance into his mind. Low grumbling accompanied the old cat's movements, even as he opened the door, eyes not meeting the guest's.

"Hello, and welcome to Hazbin Hotel! The place where redemption truly is possible!" Husk droned, having said the mantra enough times to blurt it out at any moment if told to.

"Holy shit, I was only gone for some 20 odd years and you're already this bad? Did you crybabies really miss me that much?"

Husk threw his head up, making eye contact with the guest almost immediately. A smile graced the familiar spider demon's face, stretching wide enough to convey his absolute elation.

"Husk? Who is it?" Charlie asked from inside the hotel, having become concerned when Husk continued to silently stand and look out the door as if he was frozen.

"Yeah Husk! Why don't ya tell 'er who I am?"

"Wait... is that... Angel?"

"In the wingless fur, princess!" Angel took a few steps forward, smirking as Husk took a few steps back, continuing on until both demons were in the safety of the hotel. "Damn, it is good to be back!"

Charlie squealed, racing over to Angel and jumping into his many arms, almost startling him enough to fall onto the ground. Overjoyed laughter mixed with questions asked a mile a minute, distracting the trio from the patrons of the hotel that were slowly gathering around them in disbelief.

"I can't believe it! How?! When?! Why?!" Charlie gripped both sides of Angel's face, running her fingers through the silky fur and doing all she could to make sure she wasn't having a cruel dream.

"I'll answer your questions in order: It took a bit, but after so many years I managed to get to the higher ups and talked to them about how unhappy I was up in the clouds. There was literally nothing to do up there! Plus, I'm woman enough to admit that I missed you guys." Angel shifted so that he was holding Charlie in a more comfortable position, chuckling as her grip tightened.

"You sure waited long enough, ya ass." Husk scoffed, crossing his arms and subtly leaning against Angel. "Pretty big waste o' time getting ya redeemed just for ya to come back."

"I could always just go back."

"NO! YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH, HUSKER!" Charlie screamed, finally taking notice of the guests around them. "Everyone! Come closer! It's really him!"

"Oh no, I'm a star again! Charles, if ya keep this up, I might just get a little high off the praise." Angel teased, finally setting Charlie down. "Sorry toots, even as a demon my arms get tired."

Everyone around the trio laughed quietly, some of them beginning to ask questions. 'How did you manage to get redeemed?' 'How difficult was it to get redeemed?' 'Do you think I could get redeemed?'

Angel answered each question with poise and confidence, not skipping a single demon or considering one question better than the other. Pride was spread along Charlie's face, and just as she was about to say more on the matter, the familiar sound of radio static filled the room. A path was created by the patrons so that Alastor could easily reach Angel Dust, all of them waiting silently to see what was going to happen.

"Hey there shorty. Ya miss me?" Angel smirked, leaning forward to be eye level with Alastor. "Judging by that smile o' yours I'd say y-"

Angel was cut off by a harsh slap, followed directly by an incredibly awkward hug. No one knew what to do, so everyone stayed stock still, watching the odd display play out for a solid two minutes before Alastor let Angel go.

"So... ya missed me?" Angel didn't know what else to say, rubbing his slightly smarted cheek with a light frown. "Jeez Al, ya didn't have t' slap me. I would've understood with the hug alone."

"That's his way of kissing." Niffty chirped, suddenly appearing on Angel's shoulders. After waiting for her friend to get over his sudden shock, Niffty continued, "He picked it up after hearing someone else say that they slap others to show affection because of how uncomfortable it made them to actually kiss anyone. So now he slaps demons he wants to kiss."

"Who else has he slapped?" Angel asked Niffty, finally managing to get over the aforementioned slap.

"No one but you." Charlie replied, snickering at Angel's blush. "I guess that makes you pretty special."

"Hey, you shut up! The all o' youse!" Angel willed his blush away, glaring at Alastor for a few seconds before turning his attention to Charlie. "This ain't over, Al."

"I would hope not." Alastor chimed, turning and walking away without another word. This left Angel alone with a room full of demons looking to be granted freedom from Hell, hopeful smiles on each of their faces.

And to think that all of this hope was because of Angel Dust. The once renowned whore of Hell, who was nothing but property under the thumb of Valentino. The hope shown was present because of what Angel did to turn his life around, to be something different. All of it was because of him, the demon who left Hell, only to come back because of the freedom of choice he was allowed to have.

Something he would honestly do again in a heartbeat.

#Hazbin Hotel #I Think That Angel Would Only Stay In Heaven For a Few Years Before Realizing That He Hates It There #He'd Miss His Family Too Much #No One Separates the Hazbins! #NO ONE! #Not Even God!