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Husk tossed and turned, groaning as his frustration peaked to the point of chucking his pillow at the wall. He had been having trouble sleeping even before he adopted the role of the Hazbin Hotel’s barman.
When you’re an overlord, you get used to the finest things in Hell and its seven rings. The drinks, cigars, women, men, and (in this case) bedding. Describing Husk’s Overlord pillows and sheets as soft and comfortable would be an understatement. They were some of the softest, most smooth things he had ever had the fortune to touch in his life (and unlife).
Husk had won them from an Overlord– whose name had long since been forgotten thanks to numerous drinks – at the height of his Overlord power. Ironically, that was also how he had lost them. Well, not directly. But after losing his Overlord status and power to Alastor, the finer things in life had become nothing more than a memory.
Husk had a lot of trouble sleeping after that. When you’ve lounged on the pillows of Heaven (metaphorical), everything else feels like a brick. It didn’t help that his new ‘master’ kept dragging him along wherever he went.
Things somewhat improved once the two became residents of the Hazbin Hotel… Again, emphasis on “somewhat.” Husk at least had a permanent bed, a job (which gave him access to plenty of booze), and wasn’t being dragged by Alastor wherever he went, but the conditions were far from the former Overlord’s heyday.
He sighed as he finally lay down, the back of his head hitting the mattress. He had stolen and tried every single pillow and cushion in the hotel and not a single one felt comfortable. Even Angel, whose room he had just taken over, and his numerous pillows and cushions never satisfied the cat sinner.
Husk looked over to his partner. He was his complete opposite – peacefully asleep with a sleep mask and buttoned pajama top opened to expose his… chest fluff. Whether this was intended by Angel or the buttons, somehow, wiggled themselves undone during the night was not the first thing to pop into Husk’s head when he saw this.
‘ Oh fuck no ,’ he thought. ‘ I’m not doing that! ’
He tried not to think about it, but he kept thinking about it. Surely, he wouldn’t mind or notice. Again, he was wearing a sleep mask, and if he was awake, he would probably presume it was Fat Nuggets cuddling up to his owner. The pig normally liked to rest by his owner’s feet (which was what he was doing currently), though he assumed he must have curled up on his owner’s fluffy chest once or twice in the past.
Husk let out a soft sigh, hesitating for a moment before giving in to the intrusive thought. Slowly and as quietly as he could manage, he edged closer to his boyfriend, positioning himself gently on top of him, then resting his head on the softness of his fluffy chest.
Holy shit.
The comfort, the softness – it was exactly what Husk had been missing all these years. True, it wasn’t quite the same as what he’d once known, but compared to everything else he’d tried, this felt perfect. The warmth, the steady beat of a heart, the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest—it was all so soothing. Husk could feel his eyes growing heavier, his lids fluttering as sleep began to take him. Just as he was about to slip away—
“You know, Whiskers, if you wanted to sleep on top of me, you only had to ask.”
Husk’s eyes snapped open at Angel’s teasing voice right in his ear. For a moment, he considered bolting—getting up, stumbling out of the room, and settling awkwardly on one of the lounge sofas. But then, Angel’s hand slid down to gently stroke the back of his head, and Husk froze.
Husk hated it when someone treated him like the cat he was cursed to resemble. He didn’t like it when Angel did it either, but maybe it was his comfortable spot, his tiredness, the fluff pillow, or everything above, but he let it slide as his boyfriend’s hand moved up and down his fur.
His eyelids slowly closed and upon closing them, Husk finally achieved what he dreamt of for years: sleep. Pure, blissful sleep .
With his other top arm, Angel lifted up his sleep mask to take a quick peek at Husk, peacefully sleeping on top of him. He let out a small laugh, and kissed him on the top of his head, before returning the mask to its previous spot and following him into a peaceful slumber.