Hiiiiii! How about Husk x Skvader (Winged bunny) reader? I think the dynamics would be really interesting, since bunnies are usually prey animals and cats are predators.
Bonus points if they are too sweet for their own good, which got them stuck on a deal with alastor just as he is.
If you need more directions, maybe angst, centered around being trapped together under the same man, and comforting each other in a solidarity kind of way? (Maybe reader comforting him after that scene in season 1 - where he shakes on the ground)
Warning: addiction mention
Husk vaguely knew you for years, decades even. You’d both been contracted for Alastor. You longer than him.
He didn’t get to know you until after Alastor moved himself and his favorite souls into the Hotel.
It’s partially because he didn’t care enough to know you and also because when he was around you, you were either glued to Alastor’s side or Niffty’s. You sort of stayed in the shadows in both their vibrant personalities.
Quickly, he learned why you were one of Alastor’s favorites.
Not only did you make Alastor look more intimidating by contrast but also, you were just so damn kind hearted.
Alastor liked the odd souls among Hell and you were definitely one of them.
You were in charge of event management which meant you worked extra close with Charlie. The two of you got on better than two peas in a pod.
Husk overheard some of Charlie’s frankly awful ideas and praised you silently for making them more bearable.
Still, he didn’t really get to know you until you ended up drunk at the bar. It’s how he got to know everyone.
It tugged on his heartstrings when he learned how you got contracted.
You had been trying to recover from an addiction when you relapsed and ended up in Hell. Then you were suddenly surrounded by your addictions but every time you indulged you felt worse. At your lowest is when Alastor found you. He scooped you up in a contract and provided you with a place to actually recover.
(Which proves that Alastor could actually be doing a hell of a lot more than he was for the Hotel but Husk wasn’t going to say that)
That’s why you were so quiet. Afraid of temptation grabbing hold of you again if you spoke to the regular citizens of hell.
That’s when it clicked why Alastor wanted you clean when he found you and why you always seemed so upset when Husk had been around you previously. Alastor only called upon you for things involving drugs. He called upon you to watch you struggle and Husk to watch him indulge. Sick fuck.
It made since why it took several months for Husk to get to know you the way he knew everyone else. You avoided the bar (and by proxy him) because you were scared of overindulging.
Until that night. Until you came up to the bar with drooping ears and wings, asking Husk to make you something mild. Just enough to forget whatever made you so upset on that phone call you took.
Husk actually made an effort to get out from behind the bar then.
He saw you put so much time and effort into the denizens of the Hotel, someone should put that effort back into you.
He actually put some true sincerity into those exercises you and Charlie came up with and found himself growing found of you.
Of course, he didn’t realize this until you came to the bar again some other night and he told you no. He came out from behind it and grabbed your hand.
“Let’s try something else,” he told you.
He pulled you in for a hug and actually started purring, voluntarily.
You melted into his embrace and pressed your face against his chest. He could feel your ears brush against his face before they relaxed.
When Alastor made his power play, you knew something was wrong when Husk came back downstairs.
You pulled yourself away from Mimzy and discretely made your way to him.
With a wing draw up to give you two privacy, you asked him what happened. He didn’t say anything but his hand was at the base of his neck.
You guided him to his room.
For a moment, you hovered, not sure whether to stay or go. When his breathing finally evened out. You decided to not overstay your welcome.
“Wait,” he said, voice sounded strangled, “can you—?”
You went over to the bed he was sitting on, hunched over, and simply stayed beside him.
Eventually he plopped down on the bed, wings spread out across the mattress.
You looked back at him, using one hand to prop yourself up. He was rubbing at his neck.
“Do you want me to leave now?” “No. “Okay.”
Eventually, you fell asleep. You on top of him, his arms wrapped around you, one between the downy fur of your ears, you face providing a gentle pressure against his neck, your wings tangled together.
You knew better than to ask either Alastor or Husk what happened.
The two of you ended up closer after that night.
After that night, Husk’s hand would ideally go to between your ears.
Angel teased you about it all the time, knowing if he went to Husk it’d stop. Charlie thought it was adorable.
The night before the battle, Husk offered to groom your wings.
It started with his gently prying out any loose feathers. Then his claws carded through your hair. You leaned into his touch, so gentle on your scalp despite the danger of his claws.
“Don’t you die on me tomorrow.” “Well, then you’ll have to do the same. Now turn around.”
Husk was very tense at first. He didn’t even seem to breathe but eventually he calmed. You heard a gentle purr fill the room.
It was the last thing you heard from him before the battle began.
When it was over and everyone was collecting their own, he sought you out.
“See, I didn’t die on you.”
He’d never seen you fight before. He’d never even seen you angry. You always handled things with such kind consideration but now you were drenched in angels’ blood.
“No, no, you didn’t.”
He surprised you by placing his hand between your wings and pulling you close to him. He placed a kiss between your ears and laughed to himself when they fell backwards in shock.
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