HH/HB Oneshots

Adam x Shy!Angel

Title: Friends
Requested By: @MOODYcrybabyyyy
Type: Romantic; Character x OC
OC: Y/N
A/N: I consider Y/N as an OC insert rather than a reader insert. I will make this OC gender neutral. Thank you so much for this request! I'm thinking about putting this into one of my books...

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"Welcome to Heaven!" A rather enthusiastic voice snapped young Y/N out of their thoughts.

They looked at the angel in front of them standing in front of pearly gates. He was adorned in white clothing with golden rims that accented his holiness even further past his aura.

"I-I'm sorry?" They asked.

"Welcome to Heaven!" He said once more. "Your soul has been chosen worthy of eternal happiness."

Y/N looked down at themselves noticing white robes enhanced with grey rims. Their arms were a pale white almost like they were dead in some sort of way (which, they now realized they were).

The young angel wanted to ask the many questions lingering on their mind. How did they get there? Did they belong in Heaven? Did this mean there was a hell?

They kept their mouth shut, too nervous about speaking to this pietist of angel. The pearly gates opened and an almost saintly light pearled through, reaching its hand and welcoming them inside.

They took the temptation and walked through. The large city was what they saw first. It wasn't a city like New York or Las Vegas, it was something even more beautiful and grand.

Here there was no sin, no corruption, no human error. It was all brainwashing in a way to Y/N, it seemed like it was too perfect and it made them slightly sick to their stomach.

"The fuck are you doing?" Another voice (much harsher this time) snapped them out of their thoughts once again. "Standing in the middle of the fucking road, what the fuck?"

"I-I'm so sorry, sir. I-I didn't realize." They spoke out of anxiety, their voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh." He finally took a good look at them as his eyes trailed down their body. "You're fucking hot, you know that?"

Y/N blushed at the compliment, not because he was flirting with them but because they were embarrassed and quite shy. They didn't know what to respond with and they didn't know if he was being serious or not.

"T-Thank you." They finally stuttered out. "I-I'm Y/N."

"Adam." The angel said and draped a relaxed hand over their shoulders. "But you can call me your babe."

"I-I'm actually not comfortable with that-" Before Y/N could finish, Adam had dragged them along down the road.

"You'll be alright." He said. "Or you can call me dickmaster."

"W-Why can't I just call you A-Adam, sir?" They tensely asked, afraid of the rejection or the immediate backlash of the angel next to them.

"That's fine." He shrugged. "Just don't call me, sir. That's fucking gross"

Y/N, if even for a moment, let a smile grace their pale lips. "Adam it is. D-Does this make us friends?"

Adam stared at them for a moment, taking their looks in and wanting to memorize every part of them. "Sure." He agreed.

But as everyone says, friends often turn to lovers.