Enjoy Your Stay~! (Hazbin Hotel x Reader Onshots)

Husk x female!Reader (Sometimes Kindness is Enough)

It wasn't that Husk disliked people...

Okay, no, it was exactly that. The smug looks on their faces at a poker game, and then the drop jaw shock and simmering rage they sported when he turned over a pair of aces were the only good memories he could surface of people. Over time, he'd just learned to not expect anything but the nastiest of what humanity had to offer.

And this didn't make him a hypocrite. He was well aware that he had just as much ugly to offer as anyone else. Just as much ugly in him for others to hate as he hated in them.

But when someone showed that ugliness patience... gentleness... sincerity... love...

Husk sighed heavily, looking thoughtfully at the bottle of whiskey in his hands and thinking back on the first time he met her. Those simple yet unyielding e/c eyes. Not a very noticeable demon, at least, not at first. Once anyone began to speak with her, it would become clear that Y/n was no normal demon. A normal demon wouldn't offer their hand to help you up after a group of gamblers sore from being cheated out of their money beat you half to death, let alone nurse those wounds like some sort of Good Samaritan.

But she did. And he would never forget it.
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Flashback...

You stood vacantly at the side of the road beside the local casino. Loud noises, a jumbled symphony of laughter, music, and shouting could be heard. You'd already been waiting for at least half an hour, when it became clear that the bus might never come. You sighed to yourself, knowing that this meant you would have to call a cab. And the cab drivers could get a little handsy. But what else was there to do? It would be a greater risk walking that far in the dark of night than if you just called a cab.

Just as you dejectedly reached for your phone, a jostling burst was heard that whirled you around in a startled manner. A sort of cat and owl eyed demon, roughed up and bloodied, was thrown out of the casino doors by a livid looking bunch. Each one of them carried jewelry and other such expensive looking items, an illusion of money that they probably didn't really have.

"You better think twice before you show your thieving rats tail back in this place! Or you'll get more than just an ***ripping!" The burly one in front spat in a disgruntled manner, stuffing the wad of cash that he no doubt snatched back from the cat demon into his pockets.

"Cheating pig." Another demon in the group mumbled before they slammed the door, leaving the winged cat demon broken and beaten on the concrete.

You stood there a moment in silent shock, noting that the cat demon wasn't moving, before hurrying over and checking if he was still conscious. It didn't look so good. He was barely hanging onto that thread of awareness, on the verge of slipping into nothingness. He flinched in pain and grumbled incoherently when you checked the damage.

You sighed, but gained a determined look in your eyes upon finding his wallet in the side coat pocket. The ID gave his chosen name as 'Husk'. Surprisingly, there was still some money in it, but you left it alone and searched for an address. There was none... You frowned, but looking at the hurt being you knew you simply couldn't leave him there...

So you called the cab and half dragged him as carefully as possible into it. By this point, he seemed to have passed out completely, making the process a little difficult. But you managed to get him to your apartment; it was shabby, but comfortable enough in comparison to the streets. You brought him in and laid him on your couch, before gathering the first aid kit and getting to work.

It was going to be a long night.
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Husk felt a surprising warmth. Granted, everything ached like hell, but he was absolutely certain that the concrete outside in the middle of the night shouldn't have been warm. Or soft, for that matter. He groaned, partly out of misery and a little out of confusion, managing to crack his eyes open.

He was in a place that he didn't recognize whatsoever; the wing which had been stomped on and broken by the angry, fat, pompous gambler he'd been up against the night before was mysteriously bandaged. Any large cuts he'd acquired were accommodated in a similar manner, the large bruises on his legs propped and cushioned by pillows or other soft items.

At first, Husk was certain he was losing his mind. There was no way on earth that he could have done this himself, but that would imply someone helped him. And that, in and of itself, was absurd.

The mildly grumpy cat sat up, ignoring the pounding headache against his skull; a hearty mix of both the beating and a hangover. Wonderful.

A cup of still steaming tea and a note leaned carefully against it caught his attention, and with some skepticism, he reached over and took the note.

'Sorry for the mess in the apartment. I've gone out to get groceries, but will be back soon. All I have is tea and a loaf of bread, but you're welcome to them if you get hungry. There's a bottle of ibuprofen in the upper cabinet.'
-Y/n.

Husk stared intently at the note, as if he were somehow reading it wrong. It was so plain. Natural. Polite. What this some kind of elaborate confusing messed up prank he wasn't getting? As soon as the thought crossed his mind, he frowned. Wow... this world really had knocked all the hope out of him. If he couldn't believe in the possibility of one kind gesture. It seemed far fetched and confusing in his mind, but for lack of information, he decided to give it a chance.

He drank a little bit of the tea, put off when he didn't receive that biting alcoholic aftertaste he was so used to. How long had it been since he drank something that wouldn't get him drunk? But, he shook it off and continued until the drink was all gone. It felt warm and soothing against his scratchy throat. Made the soreness in his body just a little more tolerable.

It was more than startling when just a few minutes later, the sound of jingling keys were heard before the door opened and a figure walked into the room. She seemed a little surprised at his now conscious state, and embarrassedly aware of his questioning stare.

"I wasn't actually sure you'd be awake before I came back." She admitted. "I'm Y/n."

It took a moment for him to gather his thoughts, before he responded in a hoarse voice. "Husk."

He watched her come in and set her bags down on the table. It was a little awkward, he realized, as she didn't know who he was yet had brought him into her home and cared for him like he was a cherished friend. It felt odd.

"You... brought me here?" He clarified after a brief silence, just to make sure he wasn't losing it.

She rubbed the back of her neck. "Yeah... I'm sorry. I tried to find an address, but..."

Husk became alerted. She'd been looking through his things? He immediately checked his wallet, expecting what little the brutes hadn't snatched to be gone. It wasn't... his money was still there. Untouched. It was a little sad that he was genuinely surprised by this fact.

"Not that I ain't grateful, but..." He stopped a moment, a small spark of something he couldn't recognize swelling up in his heart. The usual scowl on his face lessened into a simple frown. "Why?"

Y/n lips parted with slight surprise at the inquiry, but her answer came so clearly and without doubt, an empathetic and sad smile gracing her face.

"You looked like you could use a little luck."