A/N: Prompt by MudTrash:
"Sleep talking Husk" Like It's one of the nights Al and him are laying together and Husk starts mumbling nonsense and like it takes Alastor a second to realize he's still asleep. But then after he realizes he tries to see just how well of a conversation Husk can hold with in his sleep and it's just like Pure grade A fluff

This chapter happens sometime during their stay at the hotel.

Fun fact, my older sister sleep talks all the time and will absolutely hold a short conversation (but also shut up if you tell her to go back to sleep, hehe), so this is partially based on the stuff she has pulled ;)

Alastor hadn't intended to venture out of his own room and into his sheik's tonight. Husker had been drinking rather heavily in the evening, and that tended to result in one of the following: either he passed out and was completely and utterly unresponsive until the morning – which reminded Alastor way too much of the time he died, and made for a very unnerving night of constant paranoia – or he was restless the entire night, tossing and turning and mumbling and snoring. Neither option was optimal for cuddling or sleeping, so spending the night was largely pointless.

However, when Alastor found himself lying in his own bed and discontentedly staring at the ceiling instead of sleeping for closer to two hours, he was more than ready to consider other ways to use his time. He had had a busy day and his mind plain and simply refused to shut down to allow him to relax, so it didn't look like sleep would be coming to him anytime soon if he kept on doing what he had been doing so far; that is, actively trying to sleep. If he was going to spend the night staring at something while not sleeping, that something may as well be Husker instead of the ceiling. He was much nicer to look at and soft to the touch.

Mind made up, Alastor magicked himself into Husker's room, and found that tonight seemed to be the restless kind: the blanket was halfway on its way to the floor and partially tangled around Husker's legs, and Husker had an arm thrown over his eyes and was muttering something unintelligible under his alcohol laced breath.

Alastor looked at the scene with a measure of amusement for a moment, before stepping forward and gently untangling and then folding the blanket over Husker's feet and calves. Finally he climbed into the bed and cuddled up to Husker's fluffy chest, burying his nose into the soft, white fur.

"I do hope you won't flail too much, my dear", Alastor mumbled quietly into the fur, and ran his fingers up and down Husker's side.

"If you take the rats out I won't", Husker replied, and his tail flopped over Alastor's legs and curled loosely around an ankle.

…What?

"Rats?" Alastor asked, and stilled his petting in his bafflement.

"In the drawer", Husker said.

This did not help in having the conversation make any more sense.

Alastor lifted his head from its pleasant resting place to look at Husker's face. The arm thrown over his eyes was still there, which prompted Alastor to prop himself up on one elbow and use his other hand to carefully lift said obstacle away from Husker's face. Husker's eyes were peacefully closed and the arm Alastor was holding up was completely limp.

Husker was very much asleep. Just talking despite the fact.

"I see", Alastor said, and stifled a laugh. He set the arm down by Husker's side and made himself comfortable again. This could be entertaining. "Why are there rats in the drawer?"

Husker's arm draped itself over Alastor's waist. "They were noisy."

That made delightfully little sense.

"They can be", he said, and scratched Husker's side. "So you want me to take them out? Do you mean outdoors or kill them?"

"Yes."

If Husker had been awake, the reply would probably have been purposefully vague and sassy, but as it was Alastor suspected that multiple questions at once had been too difficult for Husker to grasp. He didn't know which question the reply was meant for, but he honestly didn't think it mattered much anyway.

He snickered into Husker's fur. "Consider it done. Anything else?"

Husker made a vague sound and stretched a little in response to the scratching. He gave no actual reply.

"Husker, do you require anything else?"

"Paint, I guess", Husker said, and Alastor couldn't stop the undignified 'pfft' that came from his efforts to stop the laugh that attempted to come out. He buried his face more firmly into Husker's chest and his shoulders shook from quiet laughter.

It took him a moment to regain his bearings – this entire situation was way more amusing than it had any right to be. It was probably because it was in the middle of the night. Everything tended to be funnier in the middle of the night, especially if one was trying to not wake someone else up.

"I-" His voice cracked a little, and he cleared his throat. "I can most certainly provide that. What are you painting?"

He found himself greatly anticipating the answer.

"The floor. Fucking rat prints."

Alastor spent another good moment wheezing into Husker's fur. If Husker wasn't passed out due to alcohol, he would have certainly woken up because of his antics by now.

"I see, damned rodents", Alastor said as soon as he was able. "Which colour do you fancy?"

"Red."

"Oh, that's an unusual choice for a floor. Why red?"

"You can camouflage better."

Alastor lost it completely and no amount of muffling was enough to silence the raucous laughter. Predictably, Husker startled awake, flailed in confusion for a second, and then swore a blue streak at his hysterical companion.

For a few moments, there was glorious pandemonium.

Eventually the chaos wound down to Alastor giggling between catching his breath, and Husker with an arm slung over his eyes giving him tired, nauseous sounding death threats.

"You're so fucking dead, you asshole", Husker muttered. "I'll use your moronic fucking deer skull as a tankard tomorrow."

"I'm sure you will, darling", Alastor said laughter in his tone, propped himself onto his elbows, and dropped a kiss on Husker's nose. He was sure Husker would interpret it as apologetic and feel less inclined to pout later. "For now, try going back to sleep. I promise to be quiet, and tomorrow I might even explain what happened."

With a final chuckle, Alastor lowered himself onto Husker's chest again and nuzzled his face into the soft fur. If Husker sleep talked more during the night, Alastor didn't know – finally feeling relaxed and comfortable, he was lulled to sleep by the mumbled, half-assed swearing in no time at all.