[yandere hazbin hotel various x gn. reader]
"𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆..."
---
y/n, an angel with a truly pure soul, damned to an eternity of suffering thanks to their own empathy.
---
ALL IMAGES FROM PINTEREST
submit...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
"WHEN HEAVEN TURNS ITS BACK ON THE DAMNED" •••
You're sat on the sofa in the parlor, Angel Dust seated casually beside you. You're engaged in a thrilling debate about whether coffee deserves to be the top beverage of choice after water or not, when Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer return, with Alastor and Husker having returned just a few minutes prior.
"Y/N..." Charlie grins proudly, stepping forward and wringing her hands together. "How would you like to help us present the hotel to Heaven?"
You perk up, raising your eyebrows. "I'm sorry?"
"Dad can get us a meeting! I think you should come! You're, like, the perfect example of everything that's wrong with the judgement system! Besides, you're fairly close with everyone in the hotel, we could really use you there." Charlie pleads. "Plus, you can give us a tour!"
"Us?" You tilt your head curiously.
"Vaggie is coming!" Charlie smiles excitedly and throws an arm around Vaggie's shoulders, tugging the shorter woman into a firm side hug. "It'll be fun!"
Your heart drops and you wince, placing a hand on your chin. "I don't know... what if I'm not good again yet? I've done my best to be free of sin during my time here but what if I'm not redeemed enough, and then I'll embarrass you!"
"You could never embarrass me! Come on, Y/N! Please? Pretty please?" Charlie grabs your hand and lifts you to your feet, tugging you into what is now a three-way hug.
You smile a bit, your cheeks heating up rapidly. "If you really want me to--"
"Yay!" Charlie cheers, letting go of both you and Vaggie.
Vaggie shoots a nervous smile your way and you reciprocate it. Charlie doesn't seem to pick up on the nervous energy, because she just squeals.
"Pause, hold up." Angel Dust suddenly speaks up, raising his hand. "Are you sure you wanna go up there, Y/N? You're already beatin' yourself up to death thinkin' you did somethin' wrong to get kicked out in the first place. Won't seein' everyone and everything again drive you nuts?"
"Yesss, yesss, good point!" Sir Pentious agrees, looking up from the drink he's been nursing. "What if they hurt you again?"
"No, no, I mean, they were only doing their job." You insist, shaking your head. "And I'll be okay, I know it's only a temporary visit, so I'll be able to detach myself from too much nostalgia by reminding myself of that. Hurting me wasn't their intention."
"No? How 'bout when they ripped your fuckin' wings out!?" Angel Dust argues, angry out of seemingly nowhere. "That's pretty damn intentional. And what about this, huh? Was that them too?" He points at the scar across your throat.
You wince, rubbing your arm uncomfortably. At the mention of your wings, your back involuntarily flexes, and sure enough, there's the familiar dull pain that you've found yourself ignoring more often than not.
