"Why didn't you?" husk x reader

Your show's back on

Y/n held onto Husk's chin for a moment longer, her striking eyes locked on his. The song's final note lingered faintly in the air in contrast to the bold tension between the two demons. Her perfume hung heavy in the space between them, gourmand and provocative with a twist of smoke. Husk didn't blink, didn't even breath until she finally pulled away.

She straightened up, turned on her heel- her hair swishing with theatrical grace, and sauntered back into the middle of the room as if nothing had just happened. Applause erupted. Some polite, some enthusiastic, most bordering on inappropriate whistles and catcalls.

But Husk didn't clap

He just sat there, one paw still clenched on the bottle he'd been drinking from, the other twitching slightly on the counter. His ears pinned flat. His tail flicked. His claws dug into the wooden counter slightly.

Then he muttered "That motherfucker..."

He chugged what was left of the liquid inside the bottle, slammed it down and pushed himself off the stool with more forced than needed. He left claw marks in his wake.

Y/n was barely halfway into mingling with the crowd when she felt him. A firm hand wrapping around her wrist. "Husk?" she blinked, caught off-guard by the storm in his eyes but picking up on it quickly. Her lips twitched into a devilish smile, and she was about to speak until he beat her to the punch. "Come." It was a single word, but it stunned her a bit. His voice was low, strained. Not angry, worse. Confused. Unraveled.

He didn't give her the chance to respond, just tugged her firmly toward the bar's side entrance. Gasps and laughs followed them, Angeldust whispering something along the lines of "ooooh, it's finally happening" as the two disappeared off to the back of the bar.

The light flickered overhead, casting long shadows on the dusty shelves lined with half-empty liquor boxes and forgotten clean up supplies that Y/n was slightly surprised Nifty hadn't touched. A mop leaned drunkenly in the corner. It smelled faintly of stale whiskey and lemon cleaner. Y/n leaned casually against a wall, arms folded, one brow arched with a smirk still teasing her lips. "What is this? Seven minutes in heaven? I didn't think you were into these kinds of games, kitty."

"Cut the crap." Husk growled, pacing once before turning back to face her. "What the fuck was that out there?" Y/n innocently tilted her head, batting her eyelashes. "A performance."

"You know damn well it was more than that!" Husk hissed, stepping closer. "You were looking right at me the whole time. Singing that corny-ass song like-like--"

"Like I meant it?" She finished for him, the smile fading just slightly.

Silence.

He didn't answer, but his eyes flicked down, cheeks faintly flushed beneath fur. That unreadable storm in his expression. Y/n exhaled and pushed off the wall, closing the distance between them, slow like a predator. Her voice softened, her eyes searching his. "Did I hit a nerve, kitty?"

Husk didn't retreat. He stiffened, jaw clenched. "You keep playing these games, makin' a fool of me in front of everyone-"

"Oh, please." She interrupted him gently. "I didn't make a fool of you. You were just the only one smart enough to realize who the song was for." He paused. The flickering light buzzed overhead. Husk broke eye contact first, looking off to the side, ears twitching. "You're reckless," he muttered. "Flirting with shit you don't understand. Making deals with Alastor, bringing in weapons like it's nothing. Hell, we're sitting here letting you make a circus out of the hotel, and you're putting on love songs like it's some kinda high school talent show."