Our Redemption Arc (Hazbin Hotel Adam x Reader)

Leash

"Well?"

"What? Y'wanna sticker?" He scoffs with a smirk and a mouth full of pie. He rolls his eyes dramatically when you don't kick your feet and giggle and call him God, then waves his hand and throws you a bone. "Fine, fine. Good job, Doggy. It's serviceable."

"Oh, wow... That just might be the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me. I've always wanted to be... 'serviceable.' You're such a precious gem, darlin.' Thank you." You bow your head and bat your lashes, going way, way overboard with the sarcasm.

"I mean, I gave ya pecans n'shit. No praline?"

"T'fuck is a 'praline?'" You take a chunk of his piece to eat, not your first nor your last. As you reach out for another, he just breaks off a bit and hands it to you.

"Christ, twice in one day? Eva read a book?" He laughs mean-spiritedly. However, he is a little confused. Sinners are, of course, as dumb as they come in his opinion, but even so.

"Think I've thrown more than I've read, honestly." You chuckle and shrug, finding yourself being more open and honest than usual. "Not a lot o'down-time in Hell. Not much when I was alive, either."

You immediately regret your decision to speak without a filter because he immediately pokes and prods at your freshly revealed weak spot. "So you're stupid, is what you're sayin.'"

You slam your fist against the table, whip your hand up and point at him sternly, snarling at him. "I'm 'sayin'' you're a spoilt brat that got everythin' handed to you on a silver fuckin' patter and ya still managed to end up a deadbeat. Drop it."

He widens his eyes then shakes his head slowly in a mock-shocked manner, shoving the rest of his slice in his mouth to hold up his hands. "Easy, easy. Tch. Was jus' jokin' around..."

He widens his eyes for real this time when you groan and flop your head into your arms and mumble. "Ugh- I'm sorry. I'm sorry..."

He snickers at you, but it's not really a taunting or harsh sound this time. You feel him pat your head and thread his fingers through your hair. It comforts you for a moment, but eventually you start feeling suspicious. He's been awfully forgiving lately, and that's the absolute last word you'd use to describe him. You peek an eye out from beneath your forearms and mutter. "...Why're you bein' like this?"

He lets out a long breath, shoves his plate out of the way and mirrors your body language, scratching your scalp gently in a way that only makes you feel slightly condescended, but not as much as you were expecting. You see the edge of his smug smile poking out from behind his arms. "Maybe a break from you is jus' what the doctor ordered?"

"Mmh." You grumble, looking down at nothing in particular, not appreciating the answer at first. You lift your gaze after a few moments of reconsideration. "...Fair enough, I guess... we have been kinda nonstop..."

"Mhm." He agrees, eventually proceeding to make an offer. "I can't let'cha go wherever... but if ya want some space here, instead o'stuck at home, that's 'fair enough,' too."

You consider it for a minute. You didn't really allow yourself to enjoy the time you had to yourself, too preoccupied with scheming and taking out your frustrations on random, inanimate victims. Perhaps it's for the best. But, unfortunately, you don't want what's best for you, and instead you have a different request. You pop your chin on top of your forearms, leaning your cheek into his palm, and tell him in a vulnerably unmasked tone. "No... Actually, can we, um... Can we just pretend we're not... in the positions we're in, n'just hang out? Not do anything?"

He's dying to make a wildly inappropriate joke about your "positions" comment or make a remark about how weird and different you sound with your voice being so tranquil yet emotive. However, he finds enough willpower to not be an asshole for a single second and gives you an equally sincere reply. "Sounds good, cutie."