I love the idea of Vaggie’s original wings not being tickling but her regrown ones are (she finds out when Charlie helps her preen after the season 1 finale). I’d love to read something with that in there if you’re up for writing it :’D
✧ 🍎 Preening Session 🪽 ✧
Summary: Vaggie discovers something new about herself with Charlie. What will be the princess' reaction to all this?
Ship(s): Chaggie
Charlie: Red
Vaggie: Purple
Content Warnings: None! Pure fluffy tickles here!
Word Count: 598
Vaggie rolled out of bed at the ripe time of... 11:00pm... (In her defense, she'd been working all day and NEEDED a nap. She overslept, which is unlike her, but after the recent events, she needed it.) She rolled up her sleeves and sat in front of her vanity mirror and tapped her nails on the desk.
"Here goes."
She took a deep breath and let her wings out for the first time since the battle ended. The debris from the chaos a week ago had shown in the matted appendages. She furrowed her brows in mild frustration before taking some holy preening oil (of which she thanked Lucifer endlessly for) into her hands and started to massage her fingers through the feathers. She sighed. She was rusty... it's been a while.
Just then, Charlie waltzed through the master hotel room door with a spring in her step, as per usual. Vaggie smiled and paused her task. "Hey, babe." She said, turning towards the blonde. The princess danced over and gave her girlfriend an affectionate peck on the forehead. "Hey, you! What are you up to?" Her eyes shifted to the other's wings. "Ooooh! Are you preening now?" Vaggie nodded. "Eh, yeah. It's about time I do this... Been putting it off." "I can help you?" She rolled up her own sleeves. "Huh? No, no, I got it. You rest up." Charlie pouted and crossed her arms, giving Vaggie a pleading stare. She knew she couldn't resist. "...Alright, fine, get over here." "Okay!" The sad puppy-dog act vanished.
Charlie lathered her hands in oil and gently started kneading her fingers into Vaggie's wings. The fallen angel sighed in relaxation, her eyes fluttering closed and her head leaning back against Charlie's chest, to which the other smiled from ear-to-ear.
It was when the blonde reached Vaggie's wing pits that there was a flinch. She sat up, eyes shot wide open. Charlie retracted immediately. "Oh, gosh! Did I hurt you?" Vaggie cleared her throat and shook her head. "No, no, I'm fine, I just uhm-" She looked down. Charlie's concern turned into realization slowly when she saw Vaggie's small smile and even a blush. "Oh?-" She tilted her head. The winged girl was quiet. Charlie slowly reached out to graze her wings again when-
"Snrk!" A snicker. The princess knew what was up. Suddenly, the smile she wore grew mischievous. Charlie hugged Vaggie close to her chest, the smaller one emitting a squeak. "Hey! Ch-- Charlie, no." "What? You said I could help you!" The blonde buried her fingers into the wing pits of her girlfriend, wiggling her fingers. Vaggie yelped, her wings starting to flap from time to time as she squirmed about on the stool. "Bahabe- Chahaharlie! No, d- dohon't--!" "Vaggieee, stay still! You wanna get this done before midnight, don'tcha?" "I-! I dohoho, but if y-eeEHEE!" As the princess' fingers skittered across the middle of Vaggie's shoulder blades, her laughter rose an octave and her head was back onto Charlie's chest. "Tickle, tickle~!" She sang, cooing at her giggly partner. "Noho, no! Mierda! Mehehercy, mihi amohohor!" With that, she went from tickling to massaging Vaggie's shoulders.
"Alright, alright. Sorry, I couldn't help it! You're so cute when you laugh~" She crooned, placing her head atop Vaggie's own. The other sighed, her breath catching up to her. "If you insist, querida." Charlie chuckled and picked up a brush. Why Vaggie hadn't thought of it, she didn't know. Maybe it was the drowsiness. "Now, let's handle these beautiful and very ticklish wings."
"Pfft... I love you."
"I love you more."
Author's Note: Gosh, I'm so sorry for it being ridiculously short. It's been a while since I've written, and my first time writing for such a large audience, so I'm nervous and VERY rusty. Once I get more comfy writing fics and hcs, I think they'll get better in quality (and quantity!) in time. Thanks for reading!
tags/warnings: vaggie worship (at 👏🏼 the 👏🏼 top 👏🏼✨ just in case y’all forgot i love love), demon charlie, fluff, adoration, touching/petting, kissing, smut: praise, breast sucking, and vaginal fingering (yes you read ‘fluff’ right above this so what?)
word count: 2.4k
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author’s note: it was such an honor to join in on this incredible event created and hosted by my dearest friends @hellsgreatestevents! if you haven’t seen the main post, please check it out and share if you are unable to donate — while the event was yesterday, there’s still time to help raise awareness for this extremely important cause! this is my personal contribution and my first foray into writing for chaggie; something i’ve been wanting to do for a long time but felt absolute NEED when @notherpuppet posted this breathtaking art back in january. many, many thanks to mare for giving me her blessing to use this piece as inspo. i hope it does them justice and that you all enjoy it! quote is from ii hands ii heaven by beyoncé 🙏🏼✨
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Eternity had its perks, but that didn’t mean there weren’t days that felt like eons.
It had been a tumultuous one for Vaggie and Charlie, stress racketing up bit-by-bit as they navigated the chaos of the day. They could barely manage to lock eyes with each other to exchange a silent what the fuck before another problem fell into their lap. Alastor had been noticeably absent, leaving them alone to handle mangled pep talks, patching walls, and cleaning up ambiguous fluids in the parlor. So when the aforementioned Overlord finally decided to waltz back into the lobby, there was only a split second of relief before he opened his mouth.
“The hotel seems especially shabby today! Was there a hurricane I didn’t hear about? I didn’t think we had those.”
It didn’t take much for Charlie to bite her tongue, not when she could tell that Vaggie was seeing red — Alastor’s silhouette all she could find in the reflection of her girlfriend’s eye.
“Aaaand I think it’s time for a break!” Charlie said, her voice flirting with mania as she quickly wrapped an arm around Vaggie’s waist to direct her towards the stairs. Turning to give the Hotelier a pointed look before adding, “I’m sure Alastor is more than capable of managing things for a while.”
All she got in return was a slow blink and ambiguous smile, which didn’t leave her with much confidence that Alastor would actually stick around to do his job. Something she might have lectured him over if she wasn’t just as desperate to escape upstairs for a bit.
Charlie did her best to deflate Vaggie’s anger, gently smoothing out her hair as Vaggie muttered to herself in Spanish. They had barely managed to close the bedroom door before crashing into each other, pent up frustration escaping in a steaming hiss of relief as lava meets the ocean.
Vaggie groaned as they clung to each other, with Charlie merely sighing in agreement. Both of them slowly began to relax as their hands mindlessly roamed and petted the other in an effort to soothe. Vaggie shivered as Charlie removed the bow from her hair, the tingle in her scalp traveling all the way down to her toes.
They pulled away from each other after a moment, the exhaustion of the day so evident in both of their faces. But there was softness in their eyes, sprinkled with a glimmer of pride, and they both let out a soft chuckle before Charlie leaned down to rub her nose against Vaggie’s.
“You did a great job today,” she said, bringing a hand up to cup the angel’s face. “No matter what the problem is, you always know what to do. I really couldn’t do this without you, you know.”
Before her mind could even catch up with the action, Charlie kissed Vaggie’s face; her pace heated but intentional as she eagerly made her way to Vaggie’s jaw. She couldn’t help but nip her teeth at the soft skin, humming as felt the angel relax more in her arms; a heady sigh leaving her lungs through her lovely, open mouth.
The Princess really couldn’t help but admire the view. Pride scorched through her veins to see the stoic face she adored melting away into one of pleasure. Vaggie’s eye was closed, her thick eyelashes fluttering against her cheekbones. Showcasing the delicate angles of her face in a way that made Charlie’s heart ache, and she couldn’t help but continue to show her appreciation with each kiss.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Charlie purred, baring her fangs again to gently scrape at Vaggie’s throat, right over her black choker.
She felt her horns begin to sprout as Vaggie cursed in response, relishing the transformation as her eyes glowed gold and sclera went red. Charlie always felt so at ease in this form — her now wild, flowing hair nearly a manifestation of the feeling. Vaggie liked it too, if the sudden roll of her hips was any indication. Charlie took this as her cue to shrug off her jacket, tossing it to the side before she pulled at the bow at her neck. The black slip of fabric and her button up shirt quickly joined their red counterpart on the floor.
“You’re one to talk,” Vaggie chastised, what little edge there was in her tone softened by the timid look on her face before she turned away. The sight of Charlie’s half-naked body making her bashful, despite how much she knew Vaggie admired it.
Charlie loved that she was still shy like this. This sweet vulnerability that no one else got to see but her. Outside of these doors, Vaggie was constantly on high alert. Never allowing herself to be fully relaxed when anything could go wrong in an instant. To those who didn’t know her well, she must seem very stern. And while they may catch glimpses of the softness that hides underneath, it was only Charlie who got to bear witness to this side of her.
No walls, no threats, no guests. Here, it was just the two of them, safe and sound. Where they could completely let go and focus just on each other.
It was only too easy to get lost.
Charlie’s hands never felt like they were touching enough — her desire to caress and grab and hold easily outweighing her physical capability to satisfy her need. But she managed, reminding herself that they had all the time in the world as she pulled away just long enough to take Vaggie’s shirt off. She would pet her pretty angel for eons if that’s what it took, never tiring of how it felt to have Vaggie’s soft skin under her fingers. Unable to resist giving a testing squeeze to feel the lean muscle underneath.
And still, it wasn’t enough.
No matter how many scratches or bruises, bites or kisses Charlie gave, her hunger seemed bottomless. She needed more. More shaking, more heat, more goosebumps, more heaving breaths. More of those beautiful whines and moans, echoing off the walls of their room with the resonance of a bell tower. The fruit of her efforts ringing in her ears was nothing short of devious; a wicked symphony of cursing gasps as Charlie’s hand dipped under the hem of Vaggie’s skirt to palm over her panties.
Charlie chuckled and gave Vaggie a gentle rub, unsurprised to find that she was already wet. “My perfect girl… Have I really made you feel this good already?”
All Vaggie could do was hum and nod, the golden flush under her lavender skin renewing with force. Her eye opened just slightly, and Charlie was thrilled to see that her pupil was blown; a small yellow ring glowing against the surrounding pink. A hot wave of affection coursed through Charlie, dumbstruck again over how ethereal her girlfriend was.
While she hated what Vaggie was subjected to to end up here in Hell, she couldn’t help but be grateful for the twist of fate. God may have created her, but Vaggie was wasted on Heaven. She was always meant to be here with her. And though Charlie wouldn’t consider herself possessive, she was definitely proud.
There were very few things that made Charlie feel confident. A true, albeit sad, admission. And though that list was gradually beginning to grow there was one thing in particular that Charlie could easily say she was truly talented at. Being an excellent lover was an innate gift, a trait that was likely unavoidable given her parentage, and one that so many had to strive for success in, and even then struggled to maintain.
Charlie didn’t take it for granted, though it had been a long and bumpy road in terms of receiving as well as she gave. Awkward and disappointing memories of past relationships flashed through her mind, but she would never regret her efforts. Whether it was giving extravagant presents out of the blue, or rendering her partner speechless in bliss, Charlie was happy to do it. And when the returns began to feel like too much of a deficit she would walk away, left to wonder if she was to be forever burdened with an uneven scale of affection.
Her partnership with Vaggie was recompense.
Charlie was resolved to show her gratitude and slowly sank to her knees, kissing down Vaggie’s neck, an appreciative moan caught in her throat as she reached the top of Vaggie’s breasts. She brought her hand out from between Vaggie’s legs to teasingly rub and pinch at the softness of her thigh; her other hand kneading Vaggie’s left breast as she kissed the right. A wicked smile spread across her face as Charlie felt the angel’s nipple perk up, giving it a hungry lick over the lace of her bra. The roughness of the fabric against her tongue was a pleasure in itself, but nothing could compete with the way Vaggie’s chest heaved, her heart pounding just below.
She couldn’t bring herself to detach her mouth from Vaggie’s skin for even an instant, relishing the taste of it as she made her way to Vaggie’s other breast. Angels didn’t sweat, but seemed to be imbued with a sweetness she couldn’t place — somewhere between amber and honey that only the Divine could have conjured. Charlie swallowed a rush of saliva just thinking of what awaited her a little further down, using the opportunity to take Vaggie’s breast into her mouth. Her left hand massaging the other, while her free hand snuck behind Vaggie to run a mischievous claw down her spine before coming back up to unclasp her bra with ease.
With the give of the garment, Vaggie’s breast settled further into the heat of Charlie’s mouth, and she hummed as she suckled the sensitive flesh. Vaggie’s head fell back, a strangled whine leaving her as Charlie let the bra fall away. The warmth of their bare skin finally making contact, while Charlie’s forked tongue teased at Vaggie’s pert nipple.
“You always take things slow,” Vaggie pouted, writhing under Charlie’s touch in a silent plea for more. “Please, amor, I can’t wait… Not today.”
Charlie cursed around the flesh that was still in her mouth, Vaggie’s words igniting the kerosene in her veins. Her whole body was suddenly hot, the ache of her own need screaming to be sated as she tugged Vaggie’s skirt and panties down. Vaggie moaned at the show of force, quickly stepping out of the garments and peeling off her gloves before resting her hands behind Charlie’s neck.
Vaggie was a vision standing in only her stockings, and Charlie made no secret of her appreciation as her hands roamed the expanse of naked skin. Charlie squeezed Vaggie’s full hips as she pulled the angel closer, straightening herself up enough so that their mouths could find each other to indulge in a deep and languid kiss. Her hands now gliding over Vaggie’s thighs, ass, and waist — kneading and rubbing the suppleness of her body as she drank in every sound and twitch from her love. Vaggie’s impatient grinding against her torso too much to ignore as Charlie’s left hand made its long awaited return to Vaggie’s core, lightly rubbing against her folds before spreading them open to coat her fingers in the ambrosial slick she took such pleasure in inspiring.
“Is this better, Angel?” Charlie teased, licking the underside of Vaggie’s chin as she took in the ruined look on her girlfriend’s face. She couldn’t help the proud smile that tugged at her mouth as Vaggie’s hips rocked against her hand, begging for the fingers that had yet to enter her.
“Charlie,” Vaggie growled, her nails biting into the thin skin of Charlie’s neck in warning. “You know it’s — ah!”
Vaggie’s complaint was cut short with a swipe of Charlie’s thumb over her swollen nub, her hand finally applying a generous force as she massaged Vaggie’s sex. Charlie placed a kiss over Vaggie’s heart as she finally pressed in, unsurprised that she could glide two of her fingers into her core with ease. And while Vaggie had asked for a quicker pace, what good would it do to hurt the one she cherished over all others? Charlie knew the relief of being filled was enough to quell her impatience for now as she slowly worked Vaggie open, allowing her some freedom to grind into the base of Charlie’s hand.
As they found a rhythm, a string of barely-coherent curses tumbled from Vaggie’s mouth, her breath coming in hot puffs of steam against Charlie’s face that refused to look away. Charlie crooked her fingers and angled her hand so that she was passing over the spongy bundle with each motion, her pace fueled by the eager desperation of Vaggie’s body pulling her in. The room was a symphony of moans and heavy breath, underscored by the lewd wetness between Vaggie’s thighs.
Charlie always knew when Vaggie was close. It always started with a flex of her abdomen, a bite to her lip. Her walls squeezed around Charlie’s fingers as if wishing to commit them to memory, arousal pouring down her hand and landing in warm droplets that soaked into Charlie’s pants. If she had been feeling truly devious, Charlie would have pulled her hand away. Leave Vaggie to whine and bemoan the loss and draw out their fun for a while longer.
But it had been such a long day… Vaggie faced every challenge head-on and determined as she always did. And deep down Charlie wanted nothing more than to give back as much of the love and security that Vaggie gave to her, by whatever means were bestowed upon her to do so.
“Let go, baby… Cum for me, please, I’ve got you.”
The words were out of her mouth before she could even register that she had said them, with Vaggie’s orgasm quick to follow. She cried as her muscles and body spasmed while Charlie worked her through it, fingers pressing more than pumping as Vaggie’s hips rocked against her soaked palm. After a moment, Charlie withdrew her hand and brought it to her mouth, their eyes locked on each other as she lapped at the sweet arousal that was too precious to waste. She finished with a salacious grin, and hooked her arms under Vaggie’s thighs before rising off the floor.
Vaggie wrapped herself around Charlie, taking refuge in her strength as she placed soft and reverent kisses wherever Vaggie’s lips could touch as Charlie brought them to the bathroom. All their worries forgotten by the promise of a hot bath and another evening of finding refuge in their loving bed.
Meant to be, like ocean waves against volcanic shores.
Dedicated to my furry little friend @crackrodent because we forged an alliance in the Voxtek Server when I was pelted down by steak and butter rolls emojis. Here's your payment, Rodent. A soft, fluffy Chaggie just like those goddamn butter rolls.
To Vaggie, the thought of meeting someone as eccentric, endlessly cheerful, and impossibly loving as the Princess of Hell had never even crossed her mind. Her existence had been forged in the fires of duty and violence, a life where tenderness and warmth had no place.
The touch of another, gentle and reassuring, had always seemed unreachable. And yet, here she sat, staring into the radiant smile of Charlie – no longer a demon in her eyes, but a flicker of light in this godforsaken realm.
Vaggie had once cursed herself for her mistake, for showing a moment of weakness – of mercy – to a sinner on the day of extermination. It was a mistake that had cost her dearly, as she was now barred forever from the gates of Heaven. Her wings were torn from her back, her halo nothing more than a distant memory. The pain of it still lingered in her bones, a reminder of her fall from grace. But perhaps, deep down, it had been a price worth paying. After all, her reckless decision – this moment of so-called weakness – had led her here, to this place, to Charlie.
Charlie, whose soul was the kindest she had ever met. Charlie, who defied all of Vaggie’s expectations of Hell.
“Oh!” Charlie suddenly exclaimed, bouncing in her seat on the sofa, the fire crackling softly in the background. The flames flickered in the hearth, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. It was cozy here, like a home – an unfamiliar sensation for someone like Vaggie. It was a place that whispered so kindly of belonging, of safety.
“What’s your favourite colour?” Charlie asked out of the blue, her voice bright and filled with the kind of enthusiasm that was hard to resist.
Vaggie’s lips twitched, a reluctant smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. Favourite colour? She hadn’t thought about something so trivial in eons. Up there – in Heaven – things like favourite colours had seemed so unimportant when she was running drills for her team to prepare for the next extermination.
But now…she wasn’t in Heaven anymore, was she? It seemed she still hadn’t fully come to terms with her banishment, the permanence of it all.
“I’m not sure,” she murmured, her voice tinged with quiet contemplation. Then she chuckled softly as Charlie’s eyes widened with exaggerated disbelief, her childish wonder catching Vaggie off guard.
“Well, if you do happen to know your favourite colour, would you tell me?” Charlie leaned forward, her wide, innocent eyes brimming with curiosity. A loose strand of golden hair fell across her flushed cheek, and her face, rosy with excitement, only made her more endearing in the flickering firelight.
Vaggie had spent so long keeping her guard up, but now found her once rigid features softening without her even realizing it. There was something disarming about Charlie – something pure. Without thinking, she reached out, brushing the errant strand away from Charlie’s face. “Sure, but it’ll be a secret,” Vaggie teased, her own lips curving into a smile that echoed Charlie’s bright expression.
Charlie blinked, startled for a brief moment, before her entire face lit up with delight. “Secrets! Oh, I love secrets between friends!” She exclaimed, her excitement bubbling over. She bit her lower lip in a vain attempt to hold in a squeal, her whole body practically vibrating with the effort.
Vaggie couldn’t help but laugh, her usual steely demeanour melting further in the face of Charlie’s uncontainable joy. She was adorable in a way that took Vaggie off guard, and before she knew it, she was swept up in the moment, playing along with the innocent game.
Her favourite deodorant? It was a secret only Charlie would ever know.
Her favourite food? Well, she’d only ever share that with Charlie.
Her favourite shows? Charlie alone would carry those previous tidbits to the grave.
This playful exchange went on for what felt like hours, each “secret” more trivial than the last, but somehow, in the simplicity of it all, Vaggie found her opening up in ways she hadn’t in years. Little by little, she shared pieces of herself, hidden under the guise of playful banter, and with every so-called secret passed between them, she felt her heart inching open.
Somewhere in the midst of their laughter and the warmth of the fire, Vaggie realized that what she felt for Charlie went beyond mere friendship. She didn’t know what to call the emotion yet – it was new, unfamiliar, and it made her chest tighten in the most unexpected way. All she knew for certain was that she would give anything, even her own life, to keep Charlie safe. When another extermination came, and Charlie’s life hung in the balance, Vaggie would protect her without hesitation.
After all, they were two souls bound by the weight of every shared secret, every unspoken promise. And those secrets, small as they were, had become their own kind of magic, weaving them closer together with every passing moment.
But the happy moments were often interrupted, specifically, once every year. When the air was thick with the stench of blood and ash, a brutal extermination had once again ravaged yet another sector of Hell. Angels had descended with their merciless precision, and the screams of the fallen still echoed in Vaggie’s ears. But it wasn’t the screams that haunted her most – it was the sound that came from behind Charlie’s bedroom door.
Charlie’s sobs were quiet, muffled by the heavy wooden barrier between them, but they struck Vaggie harder than any slaughter she’d committed. She stood there, as she had every year, before the unforgiving door that separated them.
It was an unspoken ritual – on the day of extermination, Vaggie would let Charlie retreat into her room to cry until her body gave out to exhaustion. By morning, Charlie would emerge with red, puffy eyes and a forced smile, pretending everything was fine, as if the horrors could be wiped away like a bad dream.
In the beginning, Vaggie understood the need for distance. She knew all too well that when emotions ran high, mistakes were made – and in Hell during extermination day, mistakes meant death. Charlie needed space to fall apart in private, and Vaggie had respected that. After all, she had learned the hard way that vulnerability could be a fatal weakness.
But as the years passed, it became harder and harder to walk away. Each sob from behind that door felt like a wound in Vaggie’s own heart, deeper and more painful with every passing extermination. It was becoming unbearable to hear Charlie’s grief and do nothing but stand on the other side, powerless to comfort her.
But for the first time, after years of multiple extermination had gone and past, Vaggie didn’t walk away from Charlie’s door. Instead, she leaned her back against the cold, unyielding fortress, sliding down until she was sitting on the floor. Her eyes closed, the sound of Charlie’s muffled cries filling the silence between them. The echoes of the day’s carnage had numbed Vaggie to many things, but not this. No matter how many screams she’d heard, no matter how many sorrows she had caused, she could never grow used to the sound of Charlie’s tears.
Though she didn’t breach Charlie’s space, Vaggie hovered close. She stayed by the door, guarding it, as if her presence alone could shield Charlie from the weight of her grief. She wanted to be there, always – ready to catch her, just as Charlie had been there for her on that dark day so many years ago.
This silent dance between them continued, Vaggie always keeping her distance, yet never too far. She gave Charlie the space she asked for but ached to offer more. And so, each year, when the extermination came and the skies turned an even deeper shade of crimson, they fell into this silent ritual – until one day, something within Vaggie changed.
The streets of Hell burned as usual, and the cries of the damned filled the air, but Vaggie’s mind was on the door in front of her. This time, she couldn’t walk away. She couldn’t stand by and do nothing while Charlie suffered alone.
With a deep breath, she raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. It was a small gesture, but it felt monumental. This was the first time she had reached out, just as Charlie had once reached out to her, pulling her from the depths of despair when she had been broken and lost.
“Charlie?” Vaggie called out quietly, her voice barely more than a whisper.
She waited, heart pounding, unsure of what to expect. Maybe Charlie would want to be left alone, maybe the door would continue to stay closed. But Vaggie hoped, with everything she had, that this time would be different – that maybe this time, Charlie wouldn’t have to face her pain in silence.
Charlie’s quiet sobs gradually faded, leaving behind soft sniffles in the heavy silence. She didn’t respond to Vaggie’s first call, and Vaggie already knew what that meant – that she’d spend another night sitting by Charlie’s door, hovering in the same limbo she always did, wanting to reach out but too afraid to step any closer.
But tonight…tonight, it felt harder to accept that distance. Vaggie’s heart clenched painfully as she stood there, the barrier of the door between them feeling more unbearable than ever. Taking a deep breath, she steadied herself and knocked again, this time with a little more resolve.
“Charlie? Can I come in?” Her voice trembled, vulnerability creeping in despite her best efforts to keep it out. After all, Charlie’s heart was something Vaggie guarded closely, perhaps too closely, bound to her own in ways she still hadn’t fully understood.
There was a heartbeat of silence, and then, almost too soft to hear, came a quiet “okay.”
The word slipped through the door like a fragile lifeline, and Vaggie didn’t hesitate. She turned the handle and entered Charlie’s room, her eyes immediately drawn to the curled-up figure on the bed.
Charlie was cocooned in a wine-red blanket, draped over her like a heavy cloak, her body curled into itself trying to hide from the world. Vaggie’s heart ached at the sight. Quietly, she moved to sit at the foot of the bed, tilting her head to get a better look at Charlie’s tear-streaked face.
Charlie kept her eyes tightly shut, her tears marking silent paths down her cheeks, her body shaking with the effort to keep her sobs from escaping. For a long moment, Vaggie just watched, unsure of what to do – unsure of how to offer comfort in a situation that seemed to have no comfort to give. But, tonight, Vaggie wanted a change – she wanted to be the support Charlie needed. For the first time, she reached out, her hand moving with tentative care until it covered Charlie’s fisted grip on the blanket.
The instant their skin touched, Charlie’s eyes flew open, wide and glassy with tears. Her lips trembled as more tears welled up, her voice coming out broken and raw. “V-Vaggie…” she whispered, and then the dam broke. “Vaggie!” She cried, throwing herself into Vaggie’s arms, burying her face in the crook of her neck as her body shook with sobs.
Vaggie froze for a moment, unsure of how to react. She’d never been one to comfort anyone – violence, yes, but not comfort. Yet, as Charlie clung to her, sobbing into her shoulder, something instinctual kicked in. Gently, she wrapped her arms around Charlie, her hand moving in soft, soothing circles on her back, her touch tender despite her uncertainty. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right, but for Charlie, she would try her best.
Charlie’s tears soaked through Vaggie’s shirt as she clutched onto it like a lifeline, her cries spilling out in waves. “I just want to protect my people,” Charlie’s voice cracked between sobs, each word heavy with the weight of her guilt and pain. “I just want to stop the killings.”
The words twisted in Vaggie’s chest like a knife. She had told Charlie countless little secrets, trivial things, things that made her smile. But the real secrets, the ones buried deep in her heart, she had kept locked away. And at this moment, it felt like a betrayal. She had nothing to say that could take Charlie’s pain away – no answers, no reassurances. It felt like she didn’t deserve to. All she could offer was her presence, her touch, and hope that it was enough.
Slowly, Charlie’s sobs began to subside, her harsh breathing slowing as she clung to Vaggie for a little longer, seeking solace in the quiet comfort she found there. Eventually, Charlie pulled back, her face flushed and tear-streaked, her vulnerability laid bare. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know there isn’t anything we can do about it. I just…”
Vaggie looked at her, really looked at her. The sadness radiating from Charlie’s very soul was palpable, a sorrow so deep it seemed to swallow the room whole.
But tonight, Vaggie refused to remain silent.
“Then let’s find a solution, together,” Vaggie said softly, her voice steady, even as her heart thudded in her chest. She leaned forward slightly, meeting Charlie’s tear-filled gaze with a rare, genuine smile. “You always said, where there’s a will, there’s a way, right?”
Charlie blinked, her eyes wide and uncertain, but Vaggie could see the flicker of hope beginning to spark. Vaggie had initiated the touch, and now, she was initiating something more – an unspoken promise, one that they would face the impossible together, side by side.
Charlie’s eyes widened, lips parting slightly as the weight of Vaggie’s words settled between them. For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Instead of her usual exuberant laughter, a single tear escaped down Charlie’s cheek, shimmering in the dim light. “Do you really think so?” Her voice wavered, fragile with uncertainty. “Do you really think there’s a way to stop the extermination?”
Vaggie paused, unsure. She had been raised with the ironclad belief that Sinners were damned forever – that nothing could change that. But looking into Charlie’s hopeful, tear-filled eyes, a flicker of doubt crept into her certainty. Maybe not everything was set in stone. Maybe, against all odds, there was a way.
Vaggie mustered a bright, reassuring smile, channelling the same unwavering optimism that Charlie had always given her in her darkest moments. “I want to believe that there is a way. We should at least try, right?” She said, her voice warm with conviction she wasn’t sure she truly felt.
A strangled laugh escaped from Charlie’s lips, more tears spilling down her cheeks even as she smiled. “With you by my side, Vaggie, I feel like I could do anything.” She sniffled, pulling the blanket tighter around her shoulders as she wiped away her tears with its corner. “No one’s ever listened to me like this before,” she whispered, her laugh turning self-deprecating. “No one’s ever cared about me the way you do.”
The words hit Vaggie like a punch to the chest, knocking the air from her lungs. Without thinking, the truth came spilling out, raw and unfiltered. “It’s because I love you.”
As soon as the words left her mouth, Vaggie froze, heat rushing to her cheeks. She wanted to run, to flee from the intensity of what she’d just admitted. The words had been buried so deep inside her heart that she hadn’t even realized they were there, lingering, waiting to escape. Her mind screamed at her to bolt, to hide from the sudden exposure, but her body remained stationary.
Charlie’s wide eyes softened, her sadness momentarily forgotten as her rosy cheeks grew even pinker. A small, knowing smile crept across her lips. “Was that a secret too?” She teased, her voice light as she nervously fidgeted with the edge of her blanket.
Vaggie realized then that Charlie was giving her an out, a chance to take the words back, to pretend they had never been spoken. But as Vaggie looked at the girl before her – the girl who had once been a stranger, who had become her friend, and now, something so much more – she understood something vital.
This wasn’t a secret she wanted to keep. Not this one.
“No,” Vaggie said, her voice gaining strength as she met Charlie’s gaze. “This… I don’t want this to be a secret.”
The room fell silent, thick with emotion, until Charlie leaned forward, her forehead gently resting against Vaggie’s. The gesture was simple, intimate, and when Charlie spoke, her voice was a soft sigh, filled with quiet reverence. “I don’t want this to be a secret, either.”
They had shared so many secrets – small, silly things, like favourite foods and old habits, whispered between laughs and stolen moments. But this was different. This was a truth that held weight, that carried meaning beyond the frivolous confessions they’d shared before.
As Vaggie wrapped her arms around Charlie, pulling her close, she felt the warmth of their connection settle deep within her chest. She rested her cheek against the top of Charlie’s head, inhaling the familiar scent of her hair. Yet even as she held her tightly, feeling the bond between them solidify, there was still one secret Vaggie couldn’t bring herself to reveal. It sat, heavy and unspoken, lodged in her throat like a stone.
She had killed them – Charlie’s people. She had been the one to wield the weapons during exterminations, to cut down the very souls Charlie so desperately wanted to protect. And every year, when the sky filled with hellfire and Charlie cried for the lost, Vaggie remained silent, the weight of her guilt too heavy to bear.
As they lay there, wrapped in each other’s warmth, Vaggie silently prayed – for the first time since her fall from heaven. She prayed for the strength to one day tell Charlie the truth, to share the secret that haunted her every moment. She prayed that Charlie would still believe her love was real, even when she learned that Vaggie had been part of the very destruction that torn her heart asunder.
Vaggie’s held Charlie closer, her grip tightening with the silent promise she couldn’t yet speak aloud. She prayed that their love would be enough to mend the wounds she had once caused.
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A spear of light shot through Vaggie’s consciousness. With a groan and a hand to her face trying to block the ray of pain away as the too early sun rises through the hastily shut curtains, she rolls over towards her love.
Charlie it seems was already awake, practically vibrating with energy, sitting up in bed staring at the opposite wall.
“M-morning.” Vaggie clears her throat at the obstruction the morning brought and glanced at the clock with a groan, far too early to be awake, but too late to sleep.
“Morning Vaggie! Oh my gosh, I’m so excited for today, I have so many plans, I’m going to have a meeting with Alastor first and then I’m going to take Angel Dust and the others out for some pet therapy and thing we’re go-“
“Charlie... relax,” Vaggie says with a laugh at her enthusiasm, “it’s far to early to go over and entire days itinerary, come here.”
Charlie looks and properly sees her sleep missed girlfriend in her satin white chemise, hugging her curves and melts instantly.
“You’re right, I shouldn’t be so distracted when I’ve got your undivided attention, right here, right now.” Charlie’s voice deepens as she leans over Vaggie and their lips meet for a languid morning kiss, her tongue gliding along Vaggie’s lower lip, a plea for entry that Vaggie early allows with a soft sound of pleasure and peace.
They keep it soft yet it’s still a powerful and intense moment, like every moment with Charlie always is. And Vaggie allows herself to be pulled chest to chest with Charlie while they kiss.
Their tongues tangle and they feel each other fighting for air so part regretfully, foreheads resting together.
“Better?” Charlie asks with a genuine smile.
“Much,” Vaggie says, taking the more needy position this morning, her head lies on Charlie’s chest and she just listens to the thrum of Charlie’s heartbeat, basking in her warmth, her arms a haven, a safe space shed never know before this wonderful woman saved her, in so many ways.
She sighs softly eyes drifting shut as gentle fingertips glide down her back in such feather-light caresses she melts one more, a small shiver running up her spine in pleasure at the action... Maybe an hour longer wouldn’t hurt anyone after all...
Settling down and just enjoying each others company Vaggie let's her mind drift
((First Hazbin fic! Let's gooooo!!! It's a first time fic because did you forget who you're talking to? Okay, enjoy!))
Charlie Morningstar was never the most outgoing hellborn growing up. She would often sit quietly while other children played with their friends. When she tried to make friends as a child, other children would often make fun of her because of how weird she would act towards them. Many have said she got her social awkwardness from her father. She had a couple of friends in her youth, but none of them compared to a girl she met while on her business venture; Vaggie.
Vaggie was not someone anyone would have expected Charlie to eventually fall in love with, but once she laid eyes on her, it was love at first sight; she could not take her eyes off of her. She did not know what to say to her; she just babbled until Vaggie cut her off. While they got to know each other, that was when they knew it was meant to be. But nothing compared to one special night they had together.
Vaggie has lived with Charlie at the Hazbin Hotel for quite a while now. They have been on several dates while also running the hotel together. Everybody else at the hotel figured that they would want their alone time at some points. Even though they have been alone together for quite some time, Charlie was too shy to tell Vaggie what she really wanted.
It was not until one particular day when Charlie and Vaggie were alone together in her bedroom when she finally expressed what she wanted. She sat on her bed, trembling until Vaggie noticed when she leaned on here.
“Is there something wrong, Char?” Vaggie asked as she put a hand on Charlie’s lap.
“I’m okay, Vag; honest,” Charlie replied.
“I can see you trembling. I know something’s bothering you. You don’t have to hide anything from me.”
Charlie hesitated before she responded. “Okay, I’ll tell you; you know that we’ve been dating for four months, and I have… really strong feelings for you.”
Vaggie noticed a wet spot between Charlie’s legs. “Are they as strong as I believe they may be?”
“No! I mean… yes! I mean… how strong do you think they are?”
Vaggie looked at the wet spot, then back at Charlie. “I think you know just as well how strong.”
Charlie looked down, noticed the wet spot, and relaxed her body. “Okay, Vaggie, I’ve… been aroused by you since the day we met. I just never knew how to tell you because… I was too scared. I didn’t think you would feel the same.”
“Why would you think that?”
“Because… I never really thought my body was all that attractive.”
“Charlie, I always thought you were attractive, ever since the day I met you.”
“Yeah, but you’ve never seen me naked before.”
“I know I haven’t, but I don’t have to. I already know how beautiful you are, because it’s you. And that’s all I need. I’d love to see it.”
Charlie blushed before moving closer to Vaggie. She smiled as she took off her pants and threw it to the corner of her room. She briefly looked at her underwear, then looked at Vaggie. Charlie really wanted to get started, but something was stopping her every time she got to another article of clothing.
“You’re insecure about your vagina too, aren’t you?”
“...A little bit.”
“Do you want me to help you?”
Charlie smiled and nodded. Vaggie began to take Charlie’s underwear off and noticed her pussy glistening wet for her. Vaggie smiled and looked at Charlie, then gave her a long kiss on her lips. The kiss lasted for ten seconds before the girl detached lips.
“That’s what you’re insecure about? It’s absolutely beautiful!”
Charlie relaxed and laid on her bed. Vaggie threw Charlie’s underwear in the corner of her room on top of her pants and laid down next to her.
“I just always found it pretty gross down there. It’s not that anyone has ever seen it before, just heard people talk about how gross they are when I was in school. I looked down that day, and never looked down since. I couldn’t even make myself do so.”
Vaggie moved closer to Charlie and gave her a kiss on her cheek. “Well, whoever said that, you shouldn’t have listened to them in the first place. It’s the most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.”
Charlie smiled and Vaggie kissed her again as she started to rub her pussy. Charlie let out a high-pitched squeak before putting her arms around Vaggie and pulling her closer. Vaggie climbed on top of Charlie and continued rubbing her until she found her sweet spot. Charlie dug her fingers into Vaggie’s back and kept kissing her to hold back her screams.
“You don’t need to hold back, love. You’re safe with me. Let it all out.”
“But… what if everyone hears us?”
“Char, you know everyone’s out right now. It’s okay, I promise.”
Vaggie continued kissing and rubbing Charlie until she let all the feelings she was keeping to herself since starting. She never felt a sensation like this before. It was like an explosion that made its way through her entire body. She let out the loudest moan she could as Vaggie pressed harder. She continued until she pushed Charlie to her breaking point. Vaggie was not going to stop until Charlie was completely satisfied. Charlie spent her whole life insecure about expressing her sexuality, despite living in the one place where everyone was free to express their sexualities in any and every way they please, and Vaggie hopes to build her confidence.
Vaggie continued rubbing until Charlie until she let out the biggest orgasm in all of Hell. She grabbed onto her sheets and screamed her little heart out as her girlfriend continued pressing to try and get everything out of her. Both girls were mesmerized and fascinated by the sound that came out of Charlie. No sound has ever come out of her like that before. Once she was finished, Charlie panted continuously as Vaggie laid down next to her and gave her a kiss on her cheek, then on her forehead.
“Do you think I did a good job?” Vaggie asked as she and Charlie put their arms around each other, still laying down.
“I guess you did alright,” Charlie replied jokingly as she smirked slightly at her girlfriend.
Vaggie could not help but laugh. If there was anything that attracted her to Charlie in the first place, it was her sense of humor, and her optimistic nature. Vaggie sat up from the bed and began to take off her pants. She threw her pants and underwear where Charlie’s were and she sat up with her.
“Do you want to try?” Vaggie said as she winked at Charlie.
Charlie looked down and smiled. Vaggie moved closer and grabbed Charlie’s arm to move to her pussy. She helped her begin rubbing and Charlie smiled and blushed. Vaggie continued guiding her girlfriend’s hand until she reached her clitoris.
“You just start with small, gentle circles, okay?” Vaggie said.
Charlie nodded and continued rubbing Vaggie when she took her hand off of her’s. Charlie continued on her own and began to press and rub a little harder. Vaggie started to moan as Charlie’s face began to get red. Since Vaggie gave her her first orgasm, Charlie was feeling more confident in her ability to express her sexuality. As Vaggie continued moaning, she was feeling a mix of pleasure and regret, feeling like she corrupted her innocent girlfriend. But seeing her getting more red in the face showed her how much she was enjoying it.
Charlie kept rubbing faster until Vaggie reached her breaking point. She grabbed Charlie by her back and pulled her against her face to kiss her. As much as Vaggie encouraged Charlie to not hold back her screams, she could not help but hold back herself. Charlie stopped kissing her when she noticed Vaggie pulling her closer and closer as she wanted to scream louder.
“Wait, why are you holding back?” Charlie asked.
Vaggie hesitated before answering. “I don’t know… I know I didn’t want you to hold back, but I thought you’d be too put off. When I was still alive, every girl I ever dated would say that I was too loud. After several girlfriends giving me the same comment, I kind of just… stopped messing around with other girlfriends after that. If enough girls were put off, then I guess every girl would be put off.”
Charlie and Vaggie sat up and hugged each other. “I wouldn’t be put off by it. I’m Lucifer’s daughter, for crying out loud! I’ve seen worse things before. Even if most of them were a little… oh… I see why you’d be scared now. But it would be different for you. We’ve been sharing everything together since the day we met. I’m more comfortable with you than with anyone else in this hotel. You’re my number one.”
Charlie and Vaggie hugged each other once again before Vaggie started taking off her shirt. Charlie decided to help her and the couple did the same with Charlie. The girls threw their tops to the side of their room and hugged each other again before laying on the bed and giggling together. Vaggie and Charlie started to play with each other’s breasts until Vaggie dove down and started kissing Charlie’s.
“They’re small,” Charlie said as Vaggie looked up at her.
“Well, so are mine, what does that have to do with anything?” Vaggie asked.
“Well…”
“Don’t tell me you’re insecure about your boobs too,” Vaggie rolled her eyes playfully at her girlfriend.
Charlie hesitated again. “A little bit; I’ve been insecure about them since I was a teenager when I saw they weren’t getting any bigger. I mean, I look at my boobs and I kind of wish they looked more like yours.”
Vaggie kissed Charlie on the cheek before going back to her breasts. “They’re just as beautiful as everything else about you, mi amor. You never have to feel insecure when you’re around me.”
Charlie smiled as Vaggie continued giving all the kisses she could on her chest until she traced her kisses down her stomach, reaching her pussy once more. She took one small lick and Charlie let out a small moan to express her pleasure. One lick was enough for Vaggie to dig deeper and taste more of it. Charlie could not keep it in any longer. She had to let her moans out because it felt too good.
“Vaggie! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Charlie moaned as she grabbed the sheet of their bed and threw her head back, continuing to moan Vaggie’s name.
“I think I can get you even more,” Vaggie said as she poked her tongue in Charlie’s clitoris to get her to scream as loud as she could.
And, right on cue, Charlie screamed and took her hands off the bed to let herself flop on and lay down. She continued to orgasm until Vaggie moved up, hugged her, and gave her another kiss on her forehead.
“I would have never thought you would have it in you,” Charlie joked as she poked Vaggie’s nose.
“You’d be surprised with what I have in me. I also want to see how you can surprise me,” Vaggie responded as she winked at Charlie.
Charlie sat up and spread her legs on top of Vaggie. She looked at her pussy and smiled before diving down to begin licking. It tasted just as good as Vaggie said about Charlie’s. She smiled and giggled inside Vaggie’s pussy continued to lick deeper until she sharpened her tongue and poked her clitoris. Vaggie let out a high-pitched squeak once Charlie poked her clitoris. The sounds she was making was enough motivation for Charlie to keep going. It was not long until Vaggie let out one of the loudest orgasms Hell has ever heard. Charlie sat up and moved up to give Vaggie a kiss on the cheek, then the forehead, then the lips.
“Did I end up surprising you?” Charlie asked.
“You could say so, yes,” Vaggie joked as she nudged Charlie and she covered her mouth to hold in her laugh.
“And, Vaggie, your moans are beautiful. They did not put me off at all. In fact, they made me want you more.”
Vaggie smiled and began to kiss Charlie’s lips again. She climbed on top of her and the girls started tasting every inch of each other’s mouth. Vaggie started to move her hips against Charlie’s and the both of them moaned in each other’s ear. Charlie wrapped her legs around Vaggie’s waist and pulled her closer to her.
“I stole something from Angel Dust’s room that we can use,” Vaggie pointed out as she got up off of Charlie and reached for their nightstand. It seemed to be a vibrator with the tips on both sides. Charlie stared at the toy and raised one eyebrow in confusion.
“Angel sure has the weirdest toys,” Charlie pointed out.
“Trust me, I was looking through when he left, and he has much weirder shit in his stash,” Vaggie explained.
Charlie shrugged and laid back down on the bed as Vaggie put the vibrator inside her. Vaggie climbed back on top of Charlie and slowly sat onto the other side of the vibrator. She turned it on and let the toy do the work for them. Charlie grabbed Vaggie closer to her by her hair and began to kiss her again. She then pulled her to the side of her shoulder and started to kiss and bite at her neck. The girls grabbed each other’s hair and tensed up even more.
“Are you almost there?” Charlie moaned as she breathed heavily.
“Yes! Are you?” Vaggie replied, her breaths matching Charlie’s.
“Mm-hmm!” Charlie squeaked.
The girls continued kissing each other until they could not take the sensation any longer. They both let out another orgasm each simultaneously, which lasted about a minute, until they took the vibrator out of them and laid back down on their bed. They panted heavily before looking at each other, smiling.
“Well, that was…” Vaggie started.
“Satisfying,” Charlie continued as both girls laughed.
“That’s one way to put it.”
The girls laughed again and kissed each other on the lips. Vaggie gave Charlie one more kiss on the neck before leaning towards her ear.
“Sacas el diablo en mi,” she whispered as she lightly bit Charlie’s ear. Charlie giggled and they kissed again.
Vaggie got up from their bed and picked up their clothes from the floor to put them back on the bed. They started putting their clothes back on and Charlie picked up the vibrator to examine it.
“Do you think we should return this before Angel gets home?” Charlie asked as she gave the vibrator to Vaggie.
“I think we should be okay for now. We should just get dressed before worrying about that,” Vaggie replied.
The girls continued getting dressed until they heard the door shut in the lobby. They looked at each other and quickly continued getting dressed until they heard screaming in another room.
“SON OF A– WHO TOOK MY TWO-IN-ONE VIBRATOR!?”
“Shit! Angel Dust’s home early!” Charlie pointed out, shaking.
“It’s okay, Charlie, we can just wash it and put it back when he goes back downstairs; no big deal,” Vaggie whispered anxiously.
Charlie and Vaggie finished getting dressed before grabbing the vibrator. But before they could leave the room, they heard a knock on their door. They were fucked! The girls sulked in shame before grabbing the vibratorand slowly making their way to the door. They were in for a big-time lecture about not touching Angel Dust’s things.
"Facts about the mysterious creatures of the night. Huh." Vaggie smiled up at the book shelf. It's just one of the many sections in the Morningstars' vast library.
She reached her hand up, her fingertips barely even grazing the third shelf. Even when she stood on the tips of her toes, it hardly made a difference.
Vaggie pulled her spear out from her boot. She reached the spear upwards, the highest her arms length could go. She grunted as she tipped the edge of the book case.
Not even close. That didn't matter. There were surley other ways. Vaggatha firmly planted her spear in the ground. Hopefully, that didn't leave a mark.
Vaggie crawled up the side of her long spear. Wobbling as she attempted to balance herself on the spear head.
She extended her arms for balance. Vaggie lasted about three seconds before she completely toppled over. She let out a small yelp of pain.
Huffing, she brushed a strand of hair out of her face. She could use the books on the lower shelf as a step lader. Now, way! The covers of the books were all so beautiful. She couldn't scuff them with her boots.
"Hey Vaggie? I heard a noise, is everything OK?" The usual cheery tone of the pricness was replaced with concern.
"Oh, I'm fine, hon. Just tripled trying to get this damn book down." Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration.
"Oh, that's pretty high up." Charlie stated as she stared upwards. Even she couldn't reach that on her own. Unless...
"Hey Charlie, what are you- oof!" Vaggie was stunned as Charlie crawled underneath her.
The blonde placed her hands on the small woman's legs. Holding her secure in place so she wouldn't fall.
Vaggie's face turned red. Even though the situation was innocent, her mind went to other places for a moment.
"Can you grab it now, Vaggie?" Charlie asked as she looked up with a smile.
"Yeah- I got it. Thanks hon." She spoke softly. Still a little flustered.
"Yay!" The princess cheered as she shifted her girlfriends position. Allowing her to drop into her open arms so she could catch her bridal style.
Charlie placed Vaggie on the ground and gave her a kiss on the forhead. "Awww, a moth book for my pretty little moth!"
Vaggie giggled at the compliment. "There's a lot of interesting facts about moths. I could read some to you, if you'd like." Vaggie asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.
Charlie's eyes lit up. "Oooh yes! Moths are so cool." She grabbed Vaggie's hand in hers. Running over with her to a little love seat that was next to the roaring fire.
Charlie sat down and patted her lap. Once Vaggie sat down, she wrapped her arm's around her. Drawing her in close.
Vaggie rested her head on Charlie's shoulder as she opened the book. "A male moth can smell a female over 10 miles away."
Charlie, Emily and Vaggie all sitting around playing cards having a fun time, with Vaggie dealing.
Emily loses, but Charlie gives her her bet back anyway.
Emily: "You're really super you know Charlie I have so much fun with you guys when I visit."
Charlie: "Aww, we love seeing you too Em, hey! You guys have sleepovers in heaven right..?"
Emily's face lights up as Vaggie observes fondly, both their energy a soothing balm to her.
Emily: "Omg are you inviting me to stay over, oh my gosh, yes!!! We can make a blanket fort, and have s'mores, and ice cream and tell scary stories, oh you have a scary guy here don't you? Alastor, maybe he could tell us a story? He does radio right? He must love telling stories..."
Charlie joins in enthusiastically and Vaggie just smiles, her newish wings wrapping around them both in a hug as she gathers them in her arms.
Vaggie: "You guys are the best"
At the subtle shift in energy, Emily beams at her and they can't help themselves as they fall into a kiss, all three of the end up entangled that night, the sleepover plans forgotten, but Emily does indeed 'sleep' over.
