Our Redemption Arc (Hazbin Hotel Adam x Reader)

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Without exaggerating by a single second, Adam has been yelling at you for nearly an hour and a half without a moment of pause. You should've taken the opportunity to return to Hell because the new hell you've found yourself in is un-fucking-bearable. You really pissed him off with that goodbye of yours. Irate would be putting it lightly. You tried to appeal to his raging hormones by kissing him but your distraction fell flat. He shoved you back down before you even got close and continued shouting at you like you set the universe on fire for a laugh.

You're currently sat on the couch with your elbows digging into your knees and your head in your hands, attempting to turn his raging wittering into white noise. Neither of you have slept in the past thirty eight hours and your mind and soul are still reeling from everything that's happened to them during that time. And now you have Adam barking up a storm and screaming about how awful you are. It's been a stellar couple of days, yeah.

"Are you even listenin' to me?!" He roars at you.

"Unfortunately..." You answer tiredly, eyes half lidded and words slurred by sleepiness.

Satisfied by your answer, he continues his ceaseless ranting and raving about the shit you've put him through and how little you deserve all that he provides. You sigh and flop over like a corpse, feet still on the floor with everything above your waist laid on the oh so delightfully soft sofa. Your moment of peace is yanked away from you by him taking hold of the fabric of your shirt and heaving you upright and in front of him.

"No..." You whine childishly. "Please... c'mon, Addison... I've said m'sorry a bajillion times... lemme alone..."

"Ten million, bajillion fuckin' times still wouldn't be enough, y'slimy fuckin' snake! I should send ya to a place a billion, trillion fuckin' times worse than hell for even considerin' throwin' yourself under a goddamn bus like that!"

"Oh my god... just do it then..." You bleat and go boneless, forcing him to hold up all your weight, which he does without thinking.

"Urgh..." He growls, full of loathe for you, then begrudgingly adjusts his grip. With a forearm pressed to the upper back halves of your thighs and the other centred vertically on your back, he picks you up and cradles you quite nicely despite it all. You hug your heavy limbs around him then go limp again, hoping your sweet, sleepy kitten demeanour will rub off on him.

"This ain't over, devil bitch." He grouches way too loudly way too close to your ear, walking you both through the finally quieting apartment towards a bedroom.

You pat his back instead of responding, already half asleep now you're hearing far less insults and slander. He sighs grumpily, using a simple spell to toss open the covers and lays you down gently in his bed. Yes, his bed. Like fuck is he letting you out of his sight after this. You're just lucky he's tired too or else you'd never be allowed to rest again, foolish freakin' beast. He gets in beside you, using the magic to tuck you both in, and lazily tosses most of his body on top of most of yours.

"Mngh... nh..." You complain and protest very coherently using your huge, genius brain but do absolutely nothing to get him off of you. Mainly because he's already started snoring, that idiot. You smooch the top of his head and keep your arms looped around him as you too pass out from exhaustion. Neither of you move a muscle for the next thirteen hours.

When you wake it's bright and sunny and hot outside, the light blinding you and you glance towards a window. You blink, opening your eyes again to see your baby has curled up in the intersection between the bend in your arms and the back of Adam's neck, purring contentedly as it rests. Not wanting to disturb the pair and definitely not wanting to start another tirade from your weighted blanket, you stay still for another handful of minutes, enjoying the tranquility.