Yet another husk x fem! reader lmao.

This was fun to do. He is my second husband, after all. (IM NOT A FURRY/Z00PHILE OR SOME SHIT I PROMISE I JUST LIKE HIS CHARACTER-)

Anyways, enjoy! Request by River_wcue195!

Backstory: y/n basically lives at the hotel with the rest of the main cast, and is the only one who practically visits Husk everyday. Husk begins to crush on y/n. (As the request said)

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Moonlight filtered into the building, through the windows that seemed taller than me. I could see the huge pentagram that hovered ominously over the city, and hear busy streets from farther away.

As I stared out the window, I barely noticed everyone else had left. Except for Charlie, and Vaggie.

"Y/N? You aren't going to stay up too late, are you?" Charlie asked. She held Vaggie's hand as she stood from the couch, looking at me.

"It is  pretty late." I observed quietly. These people were still a bit new. I'd been at the hotel for what, a couple weeks? But I barely knew them all personally. "I'll go upstairs in an hour or so. I guess. I like staying up."

Charlie just nodded and scurried up the stairs, dragging Vaggie behind her. "Okay! Goodnight!"

Blissful silence followed as the two girls left the parlor. I admired it a little.

"Fuck!" A voice cried out. The sound was followed immediately by the shattering sound of glass on floor.

My head whipped at the sound, mind racing and thinking something had gone terribly wrong.

I turned to see the bartender. I never interacted with him much beforehand. He was a grumpy old cat, that was all.

A bottle was shattered over the ground below him, and he was peering over the bar counter at the broken glass.

He seemed to notice me staring and looked up. "Oh- shit."

I couldn't help but laugh. Snorting lightly, I turned my whole body to face him. "How the fuck did that happen?" I asked, genuinely curious.

The bartender, Husk, flattened his ears to the back of his head, his eyes narrowing at me. "What does it matter to you?" He retorted.

"Nothing. I just wanted to know." I shrugged my shoulders at the feline. He let out a low growl and fluttered his scarlet, feathery wings.

"I just dropped the bottle, okay?" He frowned at me, as if embarrassed.

"Need help cleaning it?" I offered, about to get up. Husk cleared his throat aggressively and crossed around the counter, beginning to bend down and sweep with the bottom of his wings.

"Oh, no. No. I'm fine. I'll get Niff to sweep it up properly tomorrow." Husk mumbled under his breath, tail swishing the floor.

I began twirling my hair slowly. "Why didnt Charlie ask if you were going to bed? Y'know, when she asked me?"

Husk huffed. "She never does. She knows I like staying up. I'm a fucking cat, duh. Nocturnal?" He seemed to be hinting at the fact he wasn't extremely fond of his Hellform.

"Oh. Yeah that makes a lot of sense." I blinked at him, watching him clean up the bottle.

"What about you? You aren't some weird...nocturnal animal too, are ya?" Husk seemed to be engaging with me a bit more now.

"No." I responded softly. "No. I just like staying up later. It's...peaceful."

Husk nodded, as if agreeing with me, as he swept the bottle shards behind the counter and off to the side.

"Do you...drink?" He asked, seeming hesitant. "I could make you something, y'know."

"Really?" I replied sarcastically. "Would have never guessed the bartender makes drinks. Yes, I do drink, by the way." I giggled lightly.

"Good." Husk turned to face the wall of bottles behind him. Some were empty, some were full, some were half-full. "Here, you'll like this one."

He reached up to grab a bottle of tequila before pouring it into shaker with ice. He shook it lightly, pouring the tequila and the ice into a small glass.

Big enough to be a shot glass, but small enough to not be considered a cup.

He slid it down the counter to me as I stood and made my way over. "Thanks." I mumbled, slightly in awe by this talent of his.

"I'm sure you'll like it." He seemed to be reassuring himself. "I can make drinks based on anyone who walks in here, I bet."

"Oh yeah?" I challenged. "What about...Charlie?"

Husk pondered before responding with a smirk. "Princess gets a brandy cocktail, with one of those little umbrellas."

"Vaggie." I continued, stirring the drink he gave me.

"A cosmopolitan." He said nonchalantly.

"Alastor?" I kept going. He seemed like he was warming up to me. "What about him?"

A slight scowl crossed his face. "Um...Alastor only drinks hard liquor, if he drinks any at all. Probably straight vodka."

I racked my brain for the other people I knew here. Angel?"

"A raspberry daiquiri." Husk answered, as if he had the answer at the back of his mind. "If he's not feeling fruity, straight distilled wine."

"Shit. Thought I could trick you." I mumbled. Husk snorted. I took a sip of the drink he had handed me. "What about...Niffty?"

"Um, Niffty barely drinks. But I guess...a grasshopper. That's all I ever make her, and that's all she ever drinks." Husk stumbled over his words a little, grabbing a whole bottle of alcohol.

"You're drinking that straight?" I asked, in awe. I knew you didn't have to worry about alcohol poisoning down here anymore, but jeez.

"Yeah." Husk responded dryly, nearly chugging the whole bottle down in one clean drink. "What's wrong with that?"

"Nothing." I raised my hands in defense. "Just seems a little...strong."

"Not for me, it ain't." Husk shrugged. "Drink that before it melts." He told me, pointing a claw at the drink in front of me.

I drank it down quick, shaking my head from the rush. "Wow. I needed that." I dropped my head into the bar counter.

"Aren't much of a strong drinker, are ya?" Husk observed, staring down at me.

"Not really. I never drink much." I replied, blinking slowly. "Just not something I'm interested in."

"Normally everyone gets a drink and leaves. You've stayed longer than the others." Husk grumbled. "I suppose it's cause you feel bad for me. Don't. I'm used to this shit."

"I'm still here because I like talking to you." I retorted firmly.

Husk's ears twitched. "Really? Ain't that something surprising."

The moon that had filtered through the windows had become brighter, more prominent, now.

"I really should go, though. It was nice. This was nice. I'll be back tomorrow, I promise." I nudged the shotglass back at him and hurried upstairs.

-•-

Charlie had taken the others out to do something fun, some exercise that the others were doing. I was kept back, because I told them I had work.

Now I stood at the bar counter, sipping on whatever Husk had made that day.

"So." I cleared the awkward silence between me and Husk, as he cleaned the counter off with a small towel. "Guess what?"

"What?" Husk's ears pricked up at my words, and I noticed his eyes dilating a little.

"Y'know how I told them I had to go to work? So I couldn't do the exercise? I don't even have a job." I giggled lightly, taking a sip of my drink.

Husk's tail brushed the floor in a wagging motion, swishing dust everywhere. "You really are a jackass." He snorted quietly.

"Of course I am." I responded, placing my hands on my hips. "You aren't the first to notice it."

"You seem like you're more than a jackass, though." The cat mumbled lightly, looking straight down at the counter.

"What?" I couldn't hear him clearly, his words slurring into the next. "What'd you say?"

"Nothin'." Husk whipped his head up to stare at me, ears flattening behind his head. His tail swished timidly, between his legs.

"If you say so."

-•-

I was warming up to these people now. Seeing Husk everyday was almost heart-warming, to say the least.

Husk was heart-warming, to be specific. He was nice one you got to know him, talkative and friendly. Nothing like his first impression on everyone.

"Y'know, Y/N, I-" Husk stumbled on his words, tapping his claws on the bar counter nervously. "I got something to say."

"And what's that?" I rested my head on the counter, staring up at him.

"You- I mean- I, we have so much in common, and we know so much about each other...I just- I don't know, caught...feelings?" He spit out the words like he had just ate something bad.

"Caught feelings?" I echoed. No one else was there, at the moment. It was silent, except foru echoing voice bouncing off the walls. "For me?"

"Yeah." Husk replied sheepishly. "I mean- you don't gotta feel the same way. We can be friends, I don't care-" he stumbled over his words, as if trying to say them as quickly as possible.

"No." I interrupted him. "I do. I feel the same, Husker." I tilted my head slowly.

"Really?"

"Really."

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Sorry that was a little short and cut off at the end. I just kinda rushed it lmao.

Yes all the drinks I mentioned are actually drinks. Even the Grasshopper. (Thought it fit Niffty's hatred for bugs)