Hazbin Hotel Oneshots ✔

People-Pleaser: Husk x Reader

You'd been a resident of the hotel for several months, during this time catching the eye of the resident bartender.

You quietly did as you were told, never raising your voice even when it was obvious you didn't want to do something or didn't agree with something someone was saying. Anything to avoid conflict.

These things not only irritated the bartender about you but also concerned him.

He'd pushed several times intentionally testing the waters with you, and you hadn't done a single thing against it, just going along with his will. A sinner like you would be taken advantage of sooner rather than later in hell, possibly even by certain other residents. On multiple occasions, he had forced more malevolent forces (Alastor) to stay away from you, but it was clear he'd be working himself until the end of time to keep you from falling into someone's clutches if you didn't actually change yourself.

Despite Husk's more apathetic side telling him to stay out of it, he confronted you upon it after a long day of group activities, cornering you to speak with you. You looked up at Husk in slight discomfort as he stood in front of you in the shittily carpet lined hallway looking very serious. Despite being a rather cute looking demon, all things considered, he was still intimidating.

"That whole time you were letting that overly obnoxious bleeding heart push you around like a lost puppy." Husk said bluntly. You jolted like you'd been zapped at his words, going to try and protest that you just didn't mind, really, but you were cut off short.

"You aren't foolin' me with the 'oh it's fine' bullshit. Drop it and be honest." Husk took a step forward towards you, watching you starting to shake slightly, eyes going misty. You shuffled uncomfortably, looking away with clear discomfort, chest aching at being called out. You just wanted to disappear.

"..You're right." Your lip quivered as you fought and failed to keep your voice from quivering like the rest of you. "I hate causing issues. It doesn't matter if I'm uncomfortable as long as there's no negative attention on me, I-"

Husk's hand came to rest on your shoulder, cutting you off from rambling. You looked up to his yellow eyes, clearly a vision of irritation bordered by his bushy eyebrows. "You're naive and fucking stupid." He announced, startling you.

You sighed heavily, a tear slowly sliding down your cheek. You slowly nodded in agreement after a couple of seconds of heavy silence, prompting the demon's ear to twitch. 

"Dont agree! Fight against me! You need to get over this complete avoidance of confrontation!" Husk pat his hand on your shoulder. "This shit in hell is just going to get you either shackled to someone for all eternity like I am or fucking killed!"

You were surprised to watch him go from annoyance to seemingly being extremely concerned for your safety so quickly. Husk was concerned about showing as much as well, forcing his face to be a mask of indifference and taking his hand off of you. He looked back at you coolly as he turned away to leave. "Do what you want, but don't come crying to me when you end up owned. God knows I have enough suckers whining to me in this dump." He grumbled, walking away with heavy steps.

You stood in place, thinking about his words and the actions from him that you now registered as him trying to help you out of the situations you had gotten yourself into. He was right, and you knew it. It wouldn't be easy to get yourself out of being a yes-man, but.. something inside you had the feeling the overly pessimistic bartender would help you through it.

Husk on the other hand, was facepalming about it. He just knew he'd be cursing himself for caring about another one.