Hellbound (Hazbin Hotel x Reader)

Chapter 23: Apologies Aren't Easy

As I stir awake, a dull ache resonates throughout my body, a lingering reminder of the passionate night I spent with Val. Despite the soreness, I feel a sense of warmth and contentment enveloping me as I lay beside him, nestled against his chest. The throbbing in my head seems to echo the rhythm of my heartbeat, pulsing with every breath I take. Slowly, I became aware of the weight of his arm draped over me, his wing enveloping us both like a protective cocoon, providing an extra layer of comfort and security. I can't help but marvel at the sight of his antennas twitching in his sleep. That's actually pretty cute, doesn't seem to match his rough nature. With a gentle exhale, I shift slightly, wincing as sore muscles protest the movement. I reach over for my phone, a slight sense of dread creeping over me, anticipating the fallout from last night's impulsive actions. Sure enough, my inbox is flooded with angry texts from Vox, his anger palpable even through the digital screen. The first message read 'What the hell were you thinking? Do you have any idea what you've done?' followed by a string of expletives that made it clear just how furious he is. I wince reading the next message 'You and Val? Really? I didn't think you were the type!'. A final text appeared, more ominous than the rest, 'I hope it was worth it. You might as well prepare to wake up with your soul sold'. The weight of his words hang heavy in air, a reminder of the consequences of my reckless actions.

I sit up, the room spinning for a moment, and I rub my temples, trying to clear the fog in my mind. Memories of last night were hazy at best, a jumble of sensations and emotions that leave me feeling disorientated. I can't remember much but I'm sure I didn't give him my soul, I couldn't have. I delicately lift up his wing, trying not to wake him and get out of the bed. As I slip into one of Val's oversized T-shirts, the fabric soft against my skin, I make my way to the kitchen, a large ache in my legs. Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I lean against the countertop, the warmth of the mug seeping into my hands. Velvette enters the room, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise as she catches sight of me. "Hey you", she greets me, a curious glint in her eyes. "I didn't think Vox stayed here last night". I chuckle awkwardly, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Uh, yeah, he didn't" I reply, trying to brush off the situation. Velvette's gaze flickers to my neck and her eyes widen in surprise as the realization dawns on her, and she takes a step back, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "No way" she gasps, disbelief written all over her face. "You... you slept with Val?". I nod sheepishly, feeling a flush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks. "Yeah, I... I guess I did" I admit, unable to meet her gaze as I take another sip of my coffee, suddenly feeling self-conscious under her scrutinizing glare. She lets out a low whistle, shaking her head in disbelief. "Well, I gotta say, I didn't see that coming" she remarks, her tone a mix of surprise and amusement. "But hey, who am I to judge? You do you, girl". I offer her a weak smile, grateful for her non-judgemental response. "Thanks" I reply, relieved that she's taking it better than expected.

"I just need to work out how to fix it with Vox. He's pissed". Her expression softens with understanding, and she reaches out to give my arm a reassuring squeeze. "Can you really blame him, though?" she asks gently, her voice tinged with sympathy. "I mean sleeping with Val... that's kind of a big deal". "Yeah, I know" I reply with a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "I just... I didn't mean for things to get so complicated. I was angry, you know? I did it just to prove a point to Vox". She laughs, her eyes widening, "Bloody hell, what point were you trying to prove? Whatever it was, you've definitely made a point, it just might not be the one you were aiming for". "Yeah, I know" I reply with a nervous chuckle, feeling the weight of my own words sinking in. "Maybe I didn't think this through as much as I thought I did". Velvette shakes her head, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, at least you've got guts", she remarks, her tone teasing. "I'll give you that". I grin sheepishly, rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment. "Yeah, I guess so", I admit, feeling a flush of warmth spread across my cheeks. "But now I've got to figure out how to smooth things over with Vox". She nods in agreement, her expression sympathetic. "It might not be easy", she says gently, her tone tinged with concern. "But it's worth a shot. Just be prepared for whatever reaction you get". I take a deep breath, steeling myself for the task ahead. "Thanks, Velvette", I say sincerely, grateful for her support. "I'll need all the luck I can get".