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Somethin' Stupid

Pairings: Husker x Fem!Sinner!Reader

Summary: You're the night shift, apparently the only shift for Husker that he cares for, even if you both sold your souls, you somehow warm his up.

Tags: MDNI, explicit language, explicit gore, assault (by others not Husker), vulgar topics, flashbacks, a musical number, fluff!!

Song name: Something Stupid ♬♬♬

Request: Yes/No

Word count: 5.6k

As the hotel came to its quiet stillness for the night, you emerged from your room, in your usual attire. Being a night worker, a creature of the darkness in your boss's words, one of the housekeepers as most would say during the day, it was a perfect time to get your work done, finding joy in bringing a building to a pristine shine in the crimson moonlight. However, one thing you never left your room without was your headphones. Having the easiest job in the hotel, it was annoying to listen to the aimless silence. So to tune that away, you'd engulf yourself in the wonders of music, being lucky enough on your first day of hell to get your hands on an old ipod filled to the brim with old songs from Earth instead of the vulgar profane ones from there in hell.

To you, without music in the world, it seemed void of all happiness. You listened to all kinds, Rap, Rock, Classical, Retro, Swing, Polka, Pop, Jazz, and so many others. But right now, you had seemed to be on a rather wholesome and sweet song kick. Finding an unspoken joy with the way the guitar would play with the violinists hunkering down with great precision to add the melody and bring you back to the softness of the tambourine. Though, most down here would find Sinatra to be too heavy with the sheer affection in his tone, the love that he felt for his family, his daughter, his life, his world.. It was comforting in the realm of depravity and anguish.

As your dainty hands pushed down your uniform, straightening the fabric of your skirt and apron as you neared a closet on the lobby floor containing many different types of cleaning supplies. You grabbed the mop and mop bucket, a bottle of Fizz-uloso, and a few rags from the greed ring that you tucked away into your apron for safe keeping before venturing to the bathroom to situate yourself and your products. You thoughtlessly yet automatically began to get your things together, flipping through your shuffled playlists in search of a song that would start off your night just right.

You settled on Frankie Valli, giggling as you exited the bathroom with your things in either hand, having tucked away your phone into your pocket as soon as the beat had started up. Even though you were in good spirits, a certain bartender was not in the best of moods, but who could have blamed the poor man? He was being forced to work off his debt by playing nice guy at a shitty hotel he had no desire to be at. The two of you had many big interactions as well as the common clumsy moments from you that he saved you from. Husker sat on his stool, opposite side to the lobby while waiting late for customers to wander in, clipboard on the bartop 'incase' some poor soul wanted to redeem themselves for some unruly reason, seven had for boarding up for the night. He doubted some fucked up Crackhead had any intention of becoming a better person, or a murderer for that matter. But he did secretly have hopes for the princess of hells bleeding heart, her kind nature was foreign to hell, the people down here truly not deserving of her hard work whatsoever.

The cat demons ears twitched, flexing while they rotated lightly to the sound of footsteps, initially believing they were from outside but finding comfort that it wasn't some random creature and merely the night crew like himself. He'd always been fond of seeing you around, especially when he'd be doing work for the radio demon, though you never spoke much and always seemed to be ignoring the world unless needed, he considered you good company for the fact you kept to yourself. He'd gotten to see your vulnerable side, when he'd try to think of anything about you the amount of memories that flooded in were almost overwhelming enough to make him drop the glasses hed be cleaning, for you never wanted a drink, nor would you partake in any activities during the day time, he knew that strawberries were something you detested, and the thought of building a garden had always crossed your mind when talking with Nifty. He'd only see you in the night, a translucent pale sinneress, a ghostly creature with only a singular repetitive mission everyday. Now, he'd greet you once or twice if you'd get close enough, always nodding acknowledgably, or perhaps asking how your night was by saying you looked tired due to how much you really slept, but you'd never respond because of that other world you'd submerge yourself in, in your mind. At first he considered it rudeness, or a smug attitude, but it really wasn't when he'd find you suddenly engulfed in a conversation with Sir Pentious or Niff, even if shes a creepy little thing, it seemed you were a rather patient and caring thing despite being down here. Apart from ignoring everything you were probably as nice if not 'nicer' then the princess herself, so gentle and sweet, traits that attracted the fucked up and deprived creeps to the bar so often. You never noticed them, the regulars that would check into the hotel for a few hours just to drink some good brain damage and gawk at you until they made a slip up that he'd have to correct and reprimand. There were many times unbeknownst to you that these lowly creatures would come in and talk about a beautiful demoness that worked here that they'd follow or seen and got some info about, loan sharks often slinking in claiming to have business just cause of your appearance and sweetness, and just as you'd come around the corner they'd make their moves. A cat caller was there the first night Alastor had ordered you to work, a short demon with a sizeable amount of power, though not enough to gain your attention when he'd speak. He had called out to you, calling you a curvy piece of ass as you had bent down to wring out your mophead after just dusting and wiping the pillars to a bleached white shine, your thigh guard peeked from below your skirt just barely. But what really set him off was when he called you over after your blissfully unaware form began to receed to the bathrooms to refill your bucket, he was only a few feet away from the bathroom door when Husk had him pinned onto the floor with a growl of annoyance and disgust. That customer was thrown out after a good thirty seconds of threats and a single slugger to the jaw. You had exited the bathroom with new water just to see some blood on the ground that you'd have to clean up, but thankfully you hadn't seen how it was made and that was good enough for Husk at the time until he learned of your many experiences watching the Radio demon at work.

The one after that was a taller, regal yet idiotic looking demon with a face resembling a mime but could still communicate verbally without the movement of its mouth. Illusion was his trick, appearing near the bar as he actually inched closer to you as you were on a small step ladder, a single leg popped out into the air as you leaned forward to reach the top of a shelf near the bar where Husk was cleaning at the counter. Mischievously the demon snapped one of the legs of the stool to get a rather risqué view of your underwear, your body went tumbling over to the side with a yelp as you tried to grab at the shelf for balance which resulted in bottles to fall aling with you. The warm embrace of fur and a soft grunt made your eyes pry open, finding yourself in the clutches of Husks claws.. They were digging into your plushy legs and the other at your ticklish side, much to the mimes anger at the time. You had given him a supressed noise of automatic laughter while wiggling in his hands to push at his chest, much to his amusement you began to giggle as he tried to put you down, claiming he was doing it on purpose due to his grip tightening at your hand which was gripping onto his tie for support. The mimes face shifted to one that had stared a silent scream at the two of you, a howl leaving it as it made an attempt to knock over the over liquor bottles that were on the wall before vanishing out the main entrance of the hotel with a high pitched screech.

The Demon that had actually had you in his clutches and out of the building was probably the second to last of them that had been hanging around. He was a loan shark, one of those, you owe me one kinda guys that took it to the extremes. With his fedora the guy sauntered in, directly to you, practically dragging you half way out of the hotel with you only blinking in inquiry as you followed behind, innocently watching his lips move but to no avail to you due to your earphones. You had seen Husk worked up but not to this extent at that time, and he had never been so surprised with himself. At that moment he had seen only a filter of red over his gaze, eyes blazing with hatred as he loomed over you and the male demon who turned with a shriek before pulling out a gun to aim at the Cat. Husks cards took easy care to destroy his opponents weapon, pouncing with wings spread full length before he tore the Loan sharks throat clean out of his neck with his fangs and slashed a gash the size of his tail through his body. By that time, all of you were outside, but his friends had been waiting for him so the commotion was seen by them and their gunfire retaliated at Husk. In the end, they were in a heaping mess scattered around. Charlie had walked out the next morning to dead bodies and flipped out on Alastor, who took the fall with grace and little care.

The last one, had made you the most uncomfortable out of the ones you'd remembered, or that Husk had seen you truly scared. He wouldnt have blamed you for it either.. You were such a fragile beauty in the dark pit that hell was. The guy was bulky, ripped to say the least and apparently blessed below the belt because even through your earbuds you could hear his disgusting advances for you and you'd turned off your music to politely decline him and shift over near the bar entrance to keep good distance, but because of how Featherlite you were, even with your curvaceous appearance you were easily tugged over to him by his big arms. "Come on, sweetie, don'tcha want a nice guy like me keepin' the creeps away?" You had never shaken your head so fast, your little body tugging away feverishly. He tried harder, noting how the both of you were alone for that moment, and that had urked you blindly to grip at the bar countertop to rip yourself from his grasp, he didnt like it. "Quit strugglin before I break something toots-" Because of the grip, he'd taken your hand with him, the flesh and bone ripping enough to invoke a groan from the injury and your voice to go from its usual sweet and kind to a fearful and desperate scream of agony. “HUSK!!!” It wouldn't have been the first time your body had been ripped up, but it always, always hurt like no other feeling. The burning sensation of your phantom limb no longer being in place made you tremble, legs shaking as the larger demon barked an insult to your frailness, "Fucking pathetic-"

Husk hadn't ran for someone in years, but your voice being so distraught and desperate made his instincts kick into overdrive and his drunken mind go sober instantly as he rounded the corner from the bathrooms to see you behind the counter backed into the bottles, “Sir, you can't be back here-” The tears that were streaming nervously down your face nearly stopped at seeing him, “Whiskers, there you are!!” eyes widening joyously before realizing that you were still pinned and reverting back to your scared expression, the water works upping yet again as the demon snagged your torn wrist to worsen your pain with a powerful tug forward. And that did it, his wings expanding to full mast as his body grew larger, and he entered his demonic form to the extent that his contract would allow, roaring loudly as he destroyed the bar area of the new hotel, its sleek new design now crumbled to piles of concrete, wood, and various liquids as well as blood. The disgusting pervert crawled out of the rubble somewhat fine, a hurt arm being held by his better one as he turned to stare into the demonic face of the bartender as you popped out from beneath the four legged man above you.

It was gruesome for you, but an eternity for Husker as he completely ruined that monster, pulling entrails out and body parts off with force so strong that it had made you nearly gag at the noises and mere sight of this unrecognizablesize of the bar cat youd came to liking so much. But you had to end it, even if you believed the bastard deserved it. To be, be torn from each joint, ripped from the bone to the soul that he had managed to keep from most over lords. Husks claws scratched and dug, his fangs tearing at his skull and piercing through the socket with that satisfying crunch. Covering yourself in blood as you tackled Husk off the unfortunate little bitch to try to calm him down as his mouth oozed blood and eyes burned with rage, you clung around his thick neck, burying your face in his chest fur while pleading loudly over his howls of rage. He only really stopped seething when you started crying for real, sobbing into his shoulder hard as you held your injured arm against his chest. He had remembered how it felt like a lasso had been wrapped around his mind to be pulled back onto the brink of sanity he had always been at. He shrunk down back to his normal form, wrapping his arm around you as he fell to the blood covered ground to catch his breath with you safely in his hold as footsteps echoed in the creaking silence. Charlie had screamed in horror at the bloodbath spreads across her new walls and began to cry into Vaggies shoulder as they emerged with Alastor to see what all the hullabaloo was about, the radio demon mended your wound while Husk held you in his lap, head on your shoulder heaving as you had stopped crying and the pain went into shock as the glowing black threads stitched you back together perfectly. But as you had tried to get up, Husk moved the two of you around the corner and to the hall so you could go and clean up in the bathroom as he went to the mens. That night had really sealed the deal for the former overlord when it came to you.

As you skipped around the corner, you caught glimpse of the big cat, seeing a nod from him as you found your way to the center of the lobby and dropped your bucket so-so onto the tile with a tiny wave back, watching as water splashed over the side from the force before you dipped and wrung out your mop. The squelch of the mop water was happily drowned out by your tunes, feet moving to the pace in which the music was set as your tentacle-like cleaning utensil glided across the floors. Even with how large the main floor was, it was easier to clean then it looked, your first round being finished by the time about six songs had skimmed by. Your mop found its way near the bartop, Michael Bublé blasting loud in your ears while you used a single hand to lift each barstool as you mopped beneath them, soon gliding with the click of your heels behind the counter you shifted around the big cat and his wings by ducking under them, sweetly and gently brushing them with your free hand and a giggle. You hadn't heard him ask you what your deal was, nor the growl of annoyance as he got up when you spun again and unknowingly dropped your device onto the ground with a light tac as you treaded off. Husks ear flicked again as you disappeared into the hall with your mop after you'd wrung it out again, his cat-like curiosity taking hold of his better judgment as he picked it up and took it back over to the bartop to set it down.

The screen lit as it was sat down, the music name scrolling over the screen as well as the names of the artists, the particular genre was an odd choice. But now he understood why you were constantly unaware of your surroundings as he slid up on the screen to unlock it, sliding down to reach the Bluetooth button so he could turn it off to see what would occur and to his delight, from the darkness of the hallway at the near end of it he heard a confused hum. With this in mind he clicked on the play button of the music icon on your home screen, slipped the phone under the bartop, and music began to ring about the lobby. 'Sha-boom, by The Chords? What a selection..' He concurred as your petite figure emerged from the dark of the hall with a nervous expression. "Uhm?-" Your voice, like always, dripping in an affectionate honey like tone as you scampered over to the bar where Husk made it clear he hadn't cared that she had attempted to gain his attention. 'Let's see how you like it, hm?'

"Husk, where did my phone go?" You inquired, hands reaching behind the thick strands of your hair that hid your headphones so that you could take them out. The music continued, the end of the song coming up as you shifted to look around the countertop and under barstools, a bit around the bars area as well before you attempted to come round the back of it again, only to have Husk stop you with the loud clink of a glass on the solid surface of the counter. It was full of a brownish bourbon, ice clicking together as he reached under the counter to pull out a small, yet big cherry that he dropped in the top with his usual scowl. "Sit down." He grumbled as he watched your obedience slide up and onto a stool with a nervous noise of discomfort. "What's up with these?" He huffed out as he pulled out one of his clawed hands that was tightly closed, unfurling it to show the headphones you'd taken out just moments ago. You blinked, looking to your hand with a surprised but also rather impressed expression, "I- I like to listen to music? Uh- Excessively?" You stated, more like questioned, a tad bit confused by the sudden interrogation. "On full blast? How the hell do you get anything done when you can't hear shit around you?" He huffed, dropping the little items on the ground as the sweet voice of Missus Fitzgerald began to scat herself into song. "Well it's easier when I tune everyone out, I truly don't like interacting with sinners.. So uh, I just turn up the volume and submerge myself?" You began to shrink into yourself as you explained what was going on, simply trying to end the conversation so you could go back to your little world of musicals and dancing at random.

"And if someone were to attack you while this is happening again? The hotel is always open, it's always available for said sinners to enter, what if a serial killer fond of little ladies like yourself ends up wandering in with an adrenaline rush like the last few fucked up dickheads?" His paw slammed on the top of the bar, making you jump slightly and look down with a blush of embarrassment at his skepticism and truth. "Well, I-" He cut you off, seeing how you'd drawled out your words in thought, "Well what? You keep it low enough to hear? Bullshit, I asked you what your deal was a bit ago and you were ignoring me-" You blushed harder, your pearly white skin turning bright pink now as you tried to speak up cause you felt your reason valid to your little situation. "You know what? No, I definitely need to know that actual reason because, however stupid this shit is, I'm gonna end up drinking because of you dipshits." He picked up the drink he'd offered you, taking a swig of it with a straight face, like he'd just drank water when you knew it had to be strong just by the damn smell. "I listen to it loudly because I know I'm safe!" Was your discreet and polite way of speaking, making Husk scoff into the glass as he slammed it down with a clunk. "You're safe? Yeah, about thirty seconds is all someone needs before your ass is on the floor half naked and being taken advantage of before someone else comes out because the commotion is just barely too loud." You gasped and covered your ears with a shriek, head shaking as you began to speak rapidly and more explainitory. "No no no no, Jesus, fuck- No!!" You gasped, burying your head into your little hands with a noise of embarrassment at his miss of what you meant. "God, I mean't that you're out here every night!" He expression faltered, eyebrow raising slightly as he took a swig again, apparently at the reaction you'd had to his bluntness. "And - And since‐ Since you're always watching me while you keep up with who wanders in and out, I assume that you'll spring into action if a danger comes by.." You muffled your words into your hands, a soft noise of embarrassment earning you a scoff yet again from the big winged cat. "Oh, come on, Husk -" You were already embarrassed, his additional noise making it worse than even before he cut you off, "Nah, listen to me. Yes, yes.. I'd help you out in a cinch like that, doll. I always will, but I can't always be there to help-" You butted in with an, "I know-" But he shoved the bourbon into your hands and that hushed you as the liquid sloshed and splattered onto your apron with a strong stinging smell that made you squint a wince out a noise of discomfort "And since I can't always be there to help that means you gotta take care of yourself. So, no more headphones while working. As grotesquely fucking wholesome as your music is, you can play it down here when your here out loud and work.." Your eyes lit up as you subconsciously brought your glass to your lips, sipping at it only to go bug-eyed and cough harshly while setting it down, much to his delight of finally coaxing you to partake in his indulging you in his drinks of fancy. He smiled at your fit of gagging, eyes narrowing knowingly now as he revealed your device to place it on the bar again, but smacked your hand as you went to take both it and your headphones.

So, things went as so. You'd wake around midnight and bring your things out, hesitantly leaving your earphones behind each time as you'd lock your door behind you, then get your cleaning supplies, set up your music whatever genre it may be, get a load of rude-teasing from the bartender, and then start from the bottom up like usual. But through this different change, you noticed that Husk was much more talkative during the night then during the day, mentioning he'd barely talk this much even to Nifty when you'd make your little sweet observations. He'd always greet you, albeit in a moody tone, but nonetheless. He'd see if you'd like a drink half way through your cleaning when you would have to come back down for a refill of supplies or had to run out and back in from the store to get more things, and at the end of your shifts and his, he'd even started walking you back to your room since his was a few floors higher for his hermit-like type of living.

It was all rather refreshing, if you'd say so yourself. Learning that he had been doing most of this the whole time you'd been working here, apart from the walking to your room with you and you had been ignoring it all. So much kindness from a source you would never have thought could be that way since you had sold your soul for your happiness to remain in any situation. At this point you had throughly enjoyed being in his company, finding yourself looking forward to not only cleaning the hotel but getting to chat up the ol' drunk kitty cat who didn't mind your frazzled repetitive music tastes. Even gone as far as to wonder what he'd sound like while singing with you due to hearing him hum along to your same songs you'd listen to on repeat. So deep.. Perhaps a baritone?

You smiled softly as you skipped down the hall with your things in hand, sliding your bucket into the middle of the lobby as you tossed the mophead into it to soak for a moment before you got to work. Approaching the bar countertop, you got your phone out and pulled up the very first playlist you had been listening to when you'd left your headphones in your room and placed your device on the surface full blast, much to Husks distaste. "What's up with you and this? It's like your trying to not so subtly hint at having a kink for soft lovey dovey shit." His way of putting it always made you cringe, 'Why does he have to put it that way..? These were the songs he'd hum to so often..' You sighed inwardly to yourself, slowly wringing the mophead into your bucket as Ella's voice rang for the umpteenth time throughout the main entrance before slapping it down to get to work.

The BarCats eyes narrowed at your ignoring of him, he wasn't upset, nor did he dislike the music. You just played it so fuckin much that he knew all the words to these ancient songs, the tunes, pitches, and tempos. He rolled his eyes when you got to work, almost instantly humming away while mopping and spinning about the floor. You'd gotten so comfortable with his gaze, so carefree when he was around, more so when you both were alone like this and he truly liked this side of you. The glass that he was cleaning with a semi-dirty rag sat on the counter with a light tap as his claw double clicked on your phone screen so he could get into your music app to look through the songs on this playlist. 'Seriously?' He huffed in his mind, 'Would he?'. What kind of a playlist name was that? He shucked his belittling thoughts away and scrolled through them, noting how they were placed in and what days they had been added. "Hey," He barked, eyes still on the device below him as you hummed in response. "Why is this playlist so sappy?" He asked again, toning down his phrasing so that he could get an answer.

You hummed again, twirling and swirling around until you got near the bar counter again to answer. "I like these songs together? It's a lovely ambiance, don't you think? A wonderful feeling that spreads into to make you all warm and fuzzy?" You were chipper, unfazed by his scowl of disbelief. "You actually like this?? Cause I find it hard to believe." You rolled your eyes, Marvin Gaye taking hold of the atmosphere of the lobby which made you immediately start swaying along with the music and lip syncing to the words with a wide shit eating grin on your face. "Yep, it seems like you really do.." He groaned, a clawed paw running down his face as the song continued, ending in your attempt to sing the beginning of Paul's Ankas hit single while pointing at the bartender.

"That was trash-" He scoffed as you stopped half way and kept mopping, watching as your offended figure spun around, skirt fluttering with a graceful anger as your heel clicked the ground in a light sounding smack. "I'd like to see you sing one of these song then, they're hard when you don't have the vocals, huh?" You puffed your cheeks out, obviously joking, you loved to sing this way to throw people off. You really had a wonderful voice, merely shy to sing with your heart in front of others. But the stolen shit eating grin you'd had was now on his toothy smirk, tapping on a song that you hadn't heard in a while. Husk walked around the bar and over to you, starting off Frank Sinatras duet that he had made with his daughter before he had passed on.

"I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me.."

His hand reached out and took yours, making you stop your work to look at him with wide eyes, you were right. Baritone..♡

"And afterwards we'd stop into a tiny place and have a drink or two," The hand he'd used to grab your own, brought it above your head and spun you, sliding behind you to the other side before letting go to move closer to your side so he could sing again, hands and arms wrapping around you in a surprisingly warm hug as he sang further, enchanting you to listen more.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid, like I love you.." He swooned into your ear, teasing as you stiffened and yelped when he took hold of your hands to spin you around to face him, leading you to the music with ease because of your dumbfoundment. You piped in, quieter than him but still there, singing along with him as his moves became looser and more fluent, fun, and improvised yet rather precise. Your skirt fluttered as you were spun with grace, heels soft as they tapped the floor along with his feet. He seemed more than content, loving almost as he dipped you to where his nose brushed against yours, whiskers twitching against his muzzle as he grinned with your bashful smile.

"I practice everyday to find some coverlines to say to make the meaning come true, but then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you." You sang along, a bit louder but not expecting him to go quiet for that moment. "The time is right, your perfume fills my head; the stars get red and oh the nights so blue~" He added, watching your face turn red with a chuckle as he spun you yet again, guiding you through the main entrance and in circles. His wings we're flexing, flapping delightedly at this situation and spreading enough to attempt enticing you.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, I love you..~" You never thought his tone could have deepened, but it did, coaxing you closer in awe with your lips parted ever so slightly. "I love you.." You sang back, "I love you..." He sang, only slower this time, leaning down with slowly flattening ears and half lidded eyes, "I love you..♡" The gap was sealed, but only for a moment before the sound of clapping came from beside you. The two of you disconnected almost instantly. "BRAVO!" A voice, filtered harshly with static spoke aloud, hands softly slapping together as he walked in with a smile like the man always did. "Quite the performance, you two, quite a performance. That was a rather enthralling exchange. Just wait until Charlie hears the glorious news that her worthless hotel is working!" He babbled away proudly, the warbling ghostlike laughter of his shadow singing in the background as it circled the two of your own shadows. Your hand had smacked over your mouth at the distance Husk had so boldly closed with his furry lips, he seemed unfazed yet still agitated by your boss's appearance.

"Jesus fuck- Wow, Al, I didn't see you there!" You giggled out with a shocked yelp after placing a hand over your chest in surprise.

"Now my dear, that's no way for a lady to speak." He tutted, microphone shifting in his hand to gently tap the top of your head in warning as Husk rolled his eyes in annoyance before pulling you back over and behind him so the two of you could get back to work, how you adore this silly demon kitty.

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