#I'm having so much fun getting into Niffty's head and giving myself feelings about this tiny terror
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Beside her, Husk sags against the bartop. Gruff as anything: "why do you think I'm here?" (So irritated; so unwilling to be left out of the conversation.) "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" "I like being forced!" Double meaning, innuendo. A game that Angel and Husk have been playing since they got here; Niffty plays too. (And oh, it's not entirely a lie. The sexy version — a bad boy, playing a game together, the kind where she's not a bad girl for enjoying it.) (And the unsexy version? Not entirely a lie either. How she's missed Alastor while he's been gone.) Husk scowls at her; she gives him her winning-est, cheekiest smile. "Keep that to yourself, Niff." He rubs the bottle he's been drinking from with a rag, as though it needs cleaning. She drops off her tippy-toes and dangles, half-draped over the countertop so she can watch Vaggie and Angel and Alastor — Alastor most of all. (Does he understand? I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.) (You don't have to force me; I'll go willingly. Just don't leave me behind.) Oh, but she's lost in her thoughts again. All she can make out are the red tips of Vaggie's bow when she stands up. Angel turns back around; now all she sees of him are spikes of pink-spotted fluff. Niffty looks across the room at Alastor instead and for a moment he makes eye contact with her. His smile, all teeth and radio static. Hers, just as sharp but yielding, submissive to his. ('I like being forced.' — Not a lie. He heard her.) (Not sexy, this thing between them. But there is a thing between them.) (It's a chain.)
That Unwanted Animal, Chapter Two: I've made mistakes (they were mine to make) is now on AO3. In this chapter: Alastor gives Niffty a hat, Husk reads schlocky sci-fi, and Niffty cleans up a mess.
Chapter CW: canon-typical drug addiction, some very brief mentions of period-typical racism (Japanese internment camps & related racism)
#hazbin hotel#niffty#hazbin hotel niffty#hazbin niffty#please read my fic#I'm having so much fun getting into Niffty's head and giving myself feelings about this tiny terror#but it's not getting a lot of hits and that's disappointing#I'm gonna keep writing anyway but hey#check it out if you wanna#there's undercurrents of huskerdust ;)
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#please read my fic#I'm having so much fun getting into Niffty's head and giving myself feelings about this tiny terror#but it's not getting a lot of hits and that's disappointing#I'm gonna keep writing anyway but hey#check it out if you wanna#there's undercurrents of huskerdust ;)
Beside her, Husk sags against the bartop. Gruff as anything: "why do you think I'm here?" (So irritated; so unwilling to be left out of the conversation.) "You actually think I'd be cleaning bottles and listening to you fucks bitch and moan all the time if he wasn't forcing me?" "I like being forced!" Double meaning, innuendo. A game that Angel and Husk have been playing since they got here; Niffty plays too. (And oh, it's not entirely a lie. The sexy version — a bad boy, playing a game together, the kind where she's not a bad girl for enjoying it.) (And the unsexy version? Not entirely a lie either. How she's missed Alastor while he's been gone.) Husk scowls at her; she gives him her winning-est, cheekiest smile. "Keep that to yourself, Niff." He rubs the bottle he's been drinking from with a rag, as though it needs cleaning. She drops off her tippy-toes and dangles, half-draped over the countertop so she can watch Vaggie and Angel and Alastor — Alastor most of all. (Does he understand? I missed you, I missed you, I missed you.) (You don't have to force me; I'll go willingly. Just don't leave me behind.) Oh, but she's lost in her thoughts again. All she can make out are the red tips of Vaggie's bow when she stands up. Angel turns back around; now all she sees of him are spikes of pink-spotted fluff. Niffty looks across the room at Alastor instead and for a moment he makes eye contact with her. His smile, all teeth and radio static. Hers, just as sharp but yielding, submissive to his. ('I like being forced.' — Not a lie. He heard her.) (Not sexy, this thing between them. But there is a thing between them.) (It's a chain.)
That Unwanted Animal, Chapter Two: I've made mistakes (they were mine to make) is now on AO3. In this chapter: Alastor gives Niffty a hat, Husk reads schlocky sci-fi, and Niffty cleans up a mess.
Chapter CW: canon-typical drug addiction, some very brief mentions of period-typical racism (Japanese internment camps & related racism)
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