waiting..

by DawnisCool

Summary:

Waking up with a high fever and a throbbing headache causes Vaggie to have to take the the day off — Charlie decides to go on another recruiting mission but her precious angel can’t help but want her back home.

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Quick Sickfic out of my AU - enjoy!

Chapter 1

Pain throbbed in Vaggie’s entire body; she was sprawled about in the deep, soft covers of her shared bed with Charlie. A pillow pressed against her head, she had been clutching the soft fabric for the past few hours trying to relieve the tension in her headache to no avail; the girl groaned as that anguish continued to pulse relentlessly.

 

It had been an early morning as usual, like a typical day in the hotel room; she had gotten up, sitting up from the bed with messy hair sticking out in all directions and her white nightgown. Moving out of the covers with a heavy morning body, Vaggie’s feet made contact with the floor. In an instant, a severe amount of pressure knocked the wind out of her, causing her to fall back into bed with a heavy blow to the back of her head.

 

Groggily lifting her head from the hard grip she had on the pillow, she looked at the alarm clock that was on her side of the room. The time being about the age of two in the afternoon blinked in her eye as the angel slammed her head on the pillow. “Charlie…. Where..?” She croaked past the soreness in her throat, rolling around as the blankets embraced her heated-up body; the fabric clung to her sweaty shoulders as she looked at her girlfriend’s side of the bed.

 

Nothing was there, as usual. They were always up and going downtown to campaign their way of rehabilitation for sinners with the idea behind the hotel but with zero success on their usual outings, seeming as yet another useless attempt at bringing up the hope of keeping the sinners safer from the yearly extermination.

 

Vaggie’s blurry vision blinked as she stared down a lone shirt that sprawled on the other side of the bed. Charlie must have been in a rush that morning; leaving her girlfriend to laze around in bed until she had gotten better. The angel sighed heavily, and that throbbing in her head ricocheted off her skull in another pulse of pain hitting her like a semi-truck.

 

The smell of lavender radiated from that article of clothing; the lingering scent of her partner was… intriguing. With a lazy arm, the heavy weight of fatigue clutched on her limb, Vaggie finally reached for the coat, successfully snagging it in her fingers. Thrusting the long-sleeve shirt onto her nose as she whiffed out the stench of the comfort of the princess’s scents. The smell of honey and lemons rushed through the angel's senses as her arms were clutching at the limp fabric.

 

The embracing of the covers engulfed her in an igloo of sheets of blankets and pillows, her body sinking into the mattress as the smell made her breathe in and out with a sigh of relief as the aroma softened her senses.

 

The pain continued to linger at the top of her head as she let out another hiss of her breath through her teeth. When was Charlie getting back from her mission? The scent alone hadn’t fully healed that heartache of being separated from her partner in large steps across one another.

 

Vaggie blinked, groaning at the thought of her lazily laying in bed compared to the lives Charlie is out trying to help every sinner in hell. Going out of her way to seek help for those in need. Putting herself out of her way to help although that danger lingered behind. And here Vaggie was, lying in bed. Risking said danger into her train of thought. Was Charlie okay? Is she out somewhere in an alleyway... possibly hurt? As much as the angel tried to relieve those thoughts of distress with the smells of her partner's lone piece of clothing; guilt crushed her gut as the throbbing in her head thumped against her brain.

 

The angel attempted to close her eye, trying to relieve that pain from her head. She sniffed, her running nose interrupted her thoughts as her snot trickled down her face. Using the back of her hand to wipe at the mucus, lifting her head to look up from where she'd be lying for who knows how long. She groggily growled as the headache turned into a full-blown migraine, Vaggie rolled back to face the nightstand; not even five minutes had passed by. What a terrible way to spend her day, lying down in bed, sick and bedridden. She could be out there, helping Charlie in making a difference, but, here she is. Lying in this glacier of piles of blankets defeated by a measly illness.

 

She tried to rhythmically breathe, but a monstrous cough rumbled in her throat. She lurched forward, hacking, with a wave of nausea hitting her stomach, stuck in the massive crashing weight of her hoarse coughing. Attempting to breathe, clutching against the shirt that she had tightly pressed against her chest, attempting to go back to lying down and enjoying the lingering aroma of her girlfriend's coat, but was unsuccessful. She coughed, hiccuping, then coughing once more. her lungs hurt as she coughed uncontrollably, her body wracking with spasms of sputtering, feeling like a thousand punches were being thrown into her gut.

 

Suddenly, Vaggie jumped as the covers were pulled off her back, she squinted at the light coming in with a hiss, trying to cover her face with an arm as she continued sputtering. "Hey, hey. It's me-- It's me! " She heard a familiar voice, continuing to try to breathe as the scent of the coat and the presence made her senses go haywire, she squirmed. Her heart raced, pumping with adrenaline as she struggled to focus.

 

Feeling a warm hand on her back, she continued coughing. Sputtering, attempting to breathe the hand stroked soothing circles on her back. With a shaking breath, she breathes in and closes her eye. Exhaling, she hears the voice again. "There we go, there we go. You're doing great honey.." They whispered. Slumping her shoulders, Vaggie breathes in a shaky breath. Refocusing, she looked up at the blurry figure; messy blonde hair clung to the milk-white cheeks of the demon she was looking at. Her rosy cheeks fluttered with a soft pink as she worriedly looked into Vaggie's gaze.

 

"Char..." Her voice croaked out before she finished her coughing wretched through her throat. Gagging, and sputter hoarse and heavy coughs, the raw skin in her throat ached as she coughed, "No! No, it's okay. Vaggie, it's Charlie." The angel felt a hand caress her soaked cheek, tears that were rolling down her face were whipped away as she hitched her breathing. The shivering angel lifted her hand, as Charlie warmly grabbed her hand, a purr rumbled through Vaggie's throat as she closed her eye and embraced the warmth. The smells from the day the demon had spent wavered from her body; sweat, anything that clutched to her jacket as she was outside, alongside the same whiffing scent of the coat still clutched against the angel's chest.

 

The princess of hell blinked at her partner's hand, noticing the cloth that was now balled in the girl's fist. Guilt crossed her expression as she used her other hand to continue rubbing soothing circles on Vaggie's back. "Sorry," She started, before lowering her legs to meet the angel's eye level. "I shouldn't have left you behind, huh?" The blonde demon asked as she used her thumb to stroke the angel's soft, gray skin. But despite that sense of dread, it was like that feeling faded once her fire found the moth once again. "At least," Vaggie's voice croaked, "You're.. here now..."

 

Charlie sighed, as a smile crept back upon her face. "You're right," The princess said blinking at her girlfriend sitting up in the bed. "Did you take the medicine I left you?" The demon whispered. Vaggie stopped, blinking up at her girlfriend, opening her eye as she shook her head. Charlie frowned, "Come on now. You have to take it, it'll make you feel better." The angel scrunched her nose, she didn't like the taste of the medication they typically take. Lazily sticking out her tongue in response, she mumbled, "Nasty."

 

"I know, but you need to take it. It'll make you feel so much better.." The princess sighed, leaning over to grab the bottle but paused, "..I need my hand back, sweetie." She whispered, as the moth reluctantly let her hand go with a whimper. Taking the bottle and unscrewing the lid, the demon took the cap upside down; pouring the liquid into the cap as Vaggie grimaced from afar.

 

Charlie carried the cap toward the girl in bed, putting it against her lips, gently. She lifted her girlfriend's head to give her better access to swallowing the medicine. Vaggie dazedly looked with a scrunched nose and a scowl as the liquid touched her tongue, "Great job..." the blonde demon said reassuringly, yet giggling at her girlfriend's reaction. “The taste will be gone before you know it.”

 

She’s right, the angel murmured with a groan as the foul taste remained on her lips, pushing the bottle away in distaste as the demon giggled again as she put it back on the nightstand. Putting a hand on Vaggie's head, she felt it to be warm, Charlie pulled away, "You just need some rest, hon." She pauses before putting her hands on the moth’s chest and back, pushing her slowly towards the soft cushions of the bed.

 

“Here, let me get-“, Charlie started to say as she felt a tug at her shirt cuff. “Don’t go, again…Please.”

 

“—- you a cold towel and close the curtains.” The princess of hell finished. “I am not leaving you.” She whispered, before kissing her girlfriend on her forehead. “I’ll be back.” She paused before adding, “Don’t miss me too much.”

 

Sinking back into the covers, Vaggie continued to clutch her hands around the piece of clothing that remained in her grasp, she pulled a blanket over her head as the princess closed the curtains as promised. The Angel held the cloth against her head for dear life as she closed her heavy eye.

 

She heard steps coming closer to the bed and heard a sigh. “You just proved this useless, huh?” Charlie asked as Vaggie sniffed, "..Sorry." She mustered out through her sore throat before relaxing back into the covers. The princess of hell placed the wet rag onto the nightstand before going over to the bed, leaning toward the lump underneath the sheets. "Anything else?" She had to ask. The angel peeked out from the covers, blinking up. "I'm fine. Quit.. worrying about me, will you?"

 

Charlie gasped dramatically, putting her hand against her chest, "Blasphemy!" She said, moving a strand of hair out of Vaggie's face. "I would never not worry about you." The princess had her nose scrunched, and eyebrows furrowed. "Don't ever think that again."

 

"I won't if you come in here." The moth said with a sly smile, "Please?" She blinked up with pleading eyes. Charlie laughed, rubbing her head with laughter. She looked down with playfulness glittering in her eyes. "Make me!" She said without a thought, "Damn, you.." The angel croaked as she lunged her hand forward, grasping the princess's arm as Charlie landed in the bed awkwardly. "Oh, my satan! Whatever should I do?" She said playfully.

 

The princess still stuck out weirdly, she winced as she rolled her arm into a more comfortable position. Looking down at her feet, she blinks. "Oops, forgot to take off my shoes." She said, sitting up from the bed and putting her feet on the ground. Moving up her leg, she pulled down off heel, revealing a pair of red hooves shaped like hearts. Going for the other one, a creeping presence behind her back made her turn her head after taking her left shoe off, "Hey that's--" She got out before she felt arms tightening around her shoulders, with a thud in being pulled back.

 

The princess burst into laughter, hearing soft giggles from behind. "Come on, come on," She hiccuped from her guffawing laughter, "That's not fair!" The blonde demon had her arm against her head now, trying to hide her flushed face. "I was doing something..."

 

Vaggie kissed her girlfriend's forehead as she dragged her upward, putting a warm, shaking hand on her partner's waist. "You're here now," She said as she moved her head into the crick of Charlie's neck. "I missed you, today." The princess sighed, wrapping her arms around the moth. "I missed you, too." She whispered, placing a soft kiss on the angel's gray forehead. A purr radiating from her throat, Vaggie sniffed at her girlfriend's scent with relief. The coat was now disregarded at the edge of the bed, since she was now in her girlfriend's embrace.

 

And Vaggie wouldn't trade Charlie for the world.

Chapter 2: princess’s hellfire

Summary:

Vaggie wakes up the next morning with her throat’s irritation gone and had already getting over her cold…

Although, a particular Nephilim didn’t seem to like that morning she usually does, striking as… Very odd.

4,340 Words (my longest one-shot fic ever!)

The fanfic is untouched, please excuse any mistakes as for this reason.

Notes:

I realized not many people had noticed that this fanfic’s original chapter had a sequel, so I’m merging them together! (As well as getting back to writing these, I do not support Vivziepop and am only fixated on the show for the characters.)

(You don’t exactly need to read the first one to understand the concept.)

 

This has been at 140 words on my Grammarly library that I wrote exactly the day after the original fic came out and well—- Never got to this until now. A whole year later. Still slowly trying to get back to remembering to write.

Enjoy :]

Her eyes fluttered open as she looked around the room, up and down. Left and right, with a clearer vision than yesterday. Finally, Vaggie thought as she let out a sigh of relief from the loss of her fever from the day prior.

 

The fallen angel woke up in the corner of her side of the bed— surprisingly. Had Charlie moved her off? Odd… how strange. Vaggie brushed the covers off her body as she turned, putting her feet on the ground easily. At last, that headache had cleared up, but she felt a streak of snot roll down her mouth…

 

With a low grumble, she wiped at her face with her arm. The fallen angel let out a long yawn, stretching her arms in the air, and cracked her back… Vaggie was turning the other way, about to hop out of bed—-

 

When she heard the faintest, most pathetic-sounding snorting growl that turned into a whimper shortly after being made. That's... Out of the ordinary.

 

Her eye grows wide…

 

There was only one demon in the hotel that could make that specific sound. Nonetheless so… Sniffly? Vaggie’s head instantly whips toward the opposite side of the bed.
Her heart nearly skips a beat as she watches a large lump underneath the swirled patterned, red velvet sheets of the bed… She overhears rattling as she worriedly speaks up, “…Hon?”

 

A groan comes from the right side of the bed, followed by a mumble that she couldn’t decipher the words of. The fallen angel could tell in confirmation at just that, “Are you feeling okay, darling…?” Damn it, she knew what the answer was yet put the question in the air… Yearning for a reply, the woman scoots back into the bed and crawls on her knees.

 

When she puts a hand atop one part of the lump, “Charlie—-“

 

Surprised, said demoness jolts at the touch. A voice speaks from underneath, “I’m… Fine!” It sounded gruff and was followed by a sniffle, which made her sigh, “…No otra vez…”

 

Vaggie then puts her palm down what she assumes is down the princess of hell’s side — A soft, irritated rattle confirms the result. The princess underneath wriggled closer to the hand with a brief twist of her body, “Vag…” A cough interrupted the words, “…Vaggie…?”

 

…And Vaggie couldn’t help but smile at the action right away. Although she remained to have a worried expression upon her eye and lips, “Come on… Can I see your face darling?”

 

A thump comes from underneath the covers, insinuating a twitch of the demoness’s tail. She growls from behind the crimson fabric, “—-No…!” The fallen angel sighs. Vaggie brings her palm down what she assumes is down the princess’s back as she listens to sharp nails scraping against the fabric of their sheets over the mattress, “Stop that—-!” But the former exorcist continues, “Babe… It’s the only way I can ensure you’re okay.”

 

The demoness grumbles softly with another growl… Slashing her scaly tail again with another rattle of the spikes lining the base, “I…” Being interrupted by a cough, the demoness tries to speak through a croaky throat.

 

She grumbles about how bad she felt that morning under her breath… Until there’s a squeak coming from the back of her throat. The angel chuckles while shifting her body around. Vaggie leans her chin atop the side of Charlie’s waist, “You’re such a stubborn one, sweetie.”

 

Vaggie pauses, then decides to take a slight risk —- Poking the area where Charlie’s horns are assumed to be with her pointer finger.

 

The tip of the red appendage poked against the fallen angel’s digit — Gasping, the princess instantly jerks in place as they shimmied to the edge of the blanket facing Vaggie. Two red-eyed sclerae appear in the darkness underneath the comforter, “Do you… Promise not to laugh?” And the angel softly smiles, “Of course I wouldn’t…” That was half the truth, she gives the princess’s side a few more pats before shifting back as Charlie shuffles around with a snuffle.

 

Watching as the princess shifts between the fabrics, Vaggie watches as said demoness sits up. Her horns get stuck upon the cover sheet as she gives an irritated growl and tries to shake it off with her upper body like a wet dog, which makes the angel giggle at her girlfriend’s antics.

 

Charlotte’s face grew heated further, nearly redder than they’d ever been before. Their tail thumps against the sheets when gray, soft, and cool fingers trace over the surface of the princess’s white, fuzzed face. The owner of the limb softly hums, “…You’re heated up, cariño.” Her cheeks heated up at those words - That earned a slightly-satisfied purr from the princess of hell, “Not like that. You're…”

 

The fallen angel pauses while she registers the sight before her. Pretty, snow-white fur ruffled and their face was fully flushed by the depths of the sickness that was affecting the demoness’s body. Long blonde locks of hair stuck to her sweating face, Vagatha’s eyebrows furrowed with worry after she assessed the sight.

“…You’re not ‘fine’, hon. Look at you!” She crawls to the edge of the bed to put her foot down. Charlie frowns with a frustrated whimper, “But…” The demon’s lips quiver as she narrows her eyes at Vaggie’s pointed finger, “Not on my watch, you aren’t.” She says, pushing her girlfriend back by the shoulder. Said princess frowns while she is being pushed back into the bed, “That hurt!” They growled. The fallen angel sighs as she moves to the nightstand where the medicine she had taken the night before for her own cold, “I don’t think it did. Considering the soft cushions.” She smirks as Charlie growls under her breath, “…Mmph!” Frustratingly, the demoness chomps her sharper teeth with an eager expression as she flopped over against the left side that was Vaggie’s usual spot. “What are you—-“ The latter looks up from her spot at the nightstand to see Charlie wiggling upon the bed’s white sheets. She raises an eyebrow, “…Come on. You need to rest today.” “—-But I don’t want to!” Said with another growl, now twisting her body backward and moving her nose against the covers, before wriggling close to the fabric surface of the mattress. Vaggie listens as the sound of scratching and tearing from the bed comes to her pointed ears. They twitch at the noise, putting down the bottle of liquid medication as quickly as she could before rushing to the bed, she kneels at its center after jumping up.

Swiftly moving her hands to the princess’s side. “Charlota, no!, The fallen angel larches forward and swiftly curls her hand atop the demon’s upper jaw. She presses her finger to the princess’s nose, making Charlie snort as she pulls her mouth away from the sheets, making them sniffle due to the clogginess of the nostrils rings in her ears — Until the demoness starts coughing.

In an instant, Vaggie jerked her head back to avoid the sputtering spit, “Ah— Shit, Charlie…” She watches as her girlfriend chokes on the sudden action, “Blegh!” Said the princess tilting her head before hacking. The fallen angel bites her lip with a hiss as her good eye twitches, “…Honey, I think you should—-“

“I—I can get up!!” The princess wiggles up as she flashes her tail back and forth, “I’m not… Dying or anything! Just let me out of the bed!” Vagatha crosses her arms, rolling her eyes. She softly speaks as calmly as she could, “No.” The angel huffs, “You’re sick. You need to stay.”

Another flick of the black appendage catches her attention, “Don’t…” Putting a finger up to the princess’s nose, the princess gets a rather stubborn look on her face. They scrunch their nose, “…Rrr..” She grumbles with a slight slouch to her shoulders.

Vaggie glares at her girlfriend. “Stay. Unless you want me to force you to stay in bed…” She said with half-lidded eyes, the demoness still didn't look happy about it…

The angel inhales.

 

Ohhh. That face...

She then groans. “…You’re too adorable.” Vaggie puts her hand to her nose to pinch its bridge. “Okay, hon.” The fallen angel brings her hand back down to her side.

The demoness’s eyes seem to beam lighter with an eager gaze in the lids, she tilts their head, lips starting to quiver as if she were about to crack up a smile in mischievous intent.

White hair briefly bristles while assessing, and Vaggie rolls her eyes.

“I’ll make you some soup to help your throat,” Which earns a perk of the head from Charlie. Eyes enlarging as they tilt her head, “Hm??” The tail wags underneath the covers after hearing the plan. It stills when the angel speaks back up, “If you stay in our bed.” The princess frowns with an offended jerk and nose sniffle.

…Vaggie smiles as she crosses her arms. She knew Charlie couldn’t pass up the opportunity for a meal that she didn’t have to make herself —- An eager foodie if you will.

A lash of the tail swishes under the cover’s fabric, her face conveying that of disdain at the unwanted decision-making that they were out upon, thumping. Loudly. A rattle sounds from upon the tip like a rattlesnake.

“Hon…” As the soft-spoken voice comes to the princess, she instantly tilts her head upward while blinking their eyes, an hand slowly inches toward one of the princess’s fingers in a reassuring attempt. “You’ll feel so much better if you rest and take it easy.” The pout was back on Charlie’s lips, “…” She went silent as she watched the princess. Vaggie pulls away.

Shaking their head, the princess growls under her breath, but doing so with a scratchy throat made her eyebrow twitch in response… She looks up at the angel, then to the bed, back to Vaggie —- And huffs. It takes a few moments before the princess mutters, “…Fine.”

Internally saying ‘yes!’ In her mind, Vaggie smirks. “Alright… But first…” She pulls the bottle of medicine from the nightstand, Charlie giving the bottle a type of conscious glare. The princess continues to frown, “….Noooo!” They give a glare toward the moth as a spoonful of the liquid comes up to her nose swiftly, she yelps, startled, and it is shoved in the demon’s mouth.

She gags when the liquid is forced to go down her throat. Sticking her tongue out disgustingly, “Eugh! That’s bitter!!” The angel’s smile widens, “Of course it does. It’s medicine—“ Putting the medicine down, she turns around and walks back to the bed. Vaggie briefly kneels against the bed as the princess scoots back into the covers, now able to see the slithering tail visibly rattling from the edge of the sheets.

“What, do you think that it would taste like bubblegum?”

The demon continues to pout. Her face all puffed up around the cheeks like a stubborn baby, earning another roll of the eye from the fallen angel. Who took a few steps back to grab her bow from her nightstand and bring it to her head to attach the ribbons to her silky long locks. She hums, “I’ll be back,” Before she left after grabbing her eyepatch and keeping it on the center of her palm — Vaggie leaned on the bed as best as she could to reach Charlie, using her knees to crawl up to her girlfriend.

Colder hands are placed on Charlie’s forehead, moving a few golden strands from the spot off fluff. The demon stiffens, feeling a soft and warm touch against the space. Her tail finally wags more to display the pleasure of being given a special gesture. She leans in more, but not before Vaggie has to pull out. “Sorry, hon. I can’t stay in here for long.” Which turns the demoness’s smile back into a frown, “Hmph!”

———

The morning sun, or whatever equals as the source of light, upon the landscape of the unbarring land of Hell’s glory. Rays shimmer through the windows as light squeaks come from the hotel’s floorboards underneath the carpet, showing their ancient-stained history and age.

Ruffling came from the area of culinary arts near the lobby. Pots and pans being moved around, burner being turned on — Cabinets being opened, makes the silent music of the hotel’s aura have some life into it.

A certain spider demon who was woken up from dozens of text messages and calls that kept him awake all night, walks down the stairs. It wasn’t usual for him to be awake at this hour and such an early time of the day compared to his usual schedule —- But the sleep deprivation made it feel so much worse. A yawn escapes the arachnid sinner's lips with a hand to his mouth.

He pulls out his phone while walking down the hallway from his bedroom, chewing a piece of gum that he had found in his jacket pocket from what was assumed to be a few weeks ago…

Until he picks up on a sound.

His head jerks upright when it reaches his ears, “Ehh..??” He looks up instantly with a raised eyebrow, the bubble he was blowing pops alongside his confused expression and chewing…

He listens carefully. He hears an odd sound, that turns into shuffling. The spider exhales calmly, “…Ah,” Bringing the phone back to his face as he recognizes that sound almost instantly.

The princess was already getting impatient.

He instantly grins.

-

After a while of walking and spitting his now nasty gum into a rubbish bin, Angel Dust arrives at the kitchen’s metal downs. So focused on what was happening on his small device screen, endlessly scrolling, he’s shocked when he hears a startled noise coming from in front of himself. It was too late as the mysterious object was nearly ran over.

A swear comes from said person, who say the least looked like a disposed tissue on the ground from the corner of his eye with her white, fluffy hair. “—-¡Ah, bastardo!

”

His eyes pop out of his sockets in surprise as he steps forward while Vaggie stumbles back, spilling the ingredients she was carrying. They clatter to the floor, “¿Qué estás haciendo, idiota?” She sputters out in Spanish, beginning one of her tangents when Angel makes her lose her limit. But this was quick, even for her standards.

Remembering what he had walked by only a few minutes prior, the spider’s mouth opened so he could speak up…. But the rapid angel’s speaking appears to be continuing, “ ¿Por qué no miras por dónde caminas? ¡¿Eh?! ” A poke being put on his chest fluff makes him move his hand up to her wrist — Making the latter flinch at the touch. He was being given a clear death glare.

“‘Ey! Aye.” Angel pushes the former exorcist's hand away with a stare as said actual angel gives a wide look. She coughs. “Didn’t see ya there,” He says with a raised brow look, he looks down at the supplements she had spilled — And back to her, where he views a pan under her arm.

He blinks.

It’s all coming together.

He smiles with mischievous intent. He knew what the occasion was already. As it seems the coast was clear of the moth’s rage, “So…” He speaks up, leaning up against the counter as the angel brings the pot to the stove, ingredients being put onto the counter after being spilled. Vaggie fumbles as she scoffs after realizing it was too much, and settles on warm beef broth and crackers to get something solid down the princess’s throat. She walks away from the cabinet as Angel Dust sets up his inner plan.

After getting another glare from the angel, said Vaggie went up to the stove and turned the pot into the center of the aisle she chose to heat it, and the water started to bubble up as soon as it was placed. The angel brings up the carton of broth’s top to her lips, before tearing the plastic tab off with her teeth… Fuck it. Simple but palatable. Then the sinner speaks up, “As I was sayin’.”

The moth pours the clear dark liquid into the metal pot, using half of its contents. She then brings up a spoon with a furrowed brow, using it to start mixing up and make certain that the water wouldn’t burn.

She gives the other a raised-brow look as he talks, using one of his hands to get a toothpick to bring to his golden tooth. “…What’s this for?”

Vaggie carefully watches the water as it boils in only a few minutes. She pauses as she thinks about the answer while putting the cap back on the broth’s top, walking over to the fridge to lean in, and putting the container back onto its respective shelf, “Uhh… Charlie’s got… Something. I'm making this so she can eat easier.”

Angel Dust nods his head, “Aye, that makes total sense, toots” he laughs as he talks, bringing his phone back to his gaze, still scrolling.

 

As the angel walks over to the pantry in the corner of the large kitchen to grab the crackers she was bringing in the meal… When Angel clicks his tongue on purpose as he realizes the connection from what he had observed that day prior, “…Gave Miss Sunshine and Rainbows the flu, didn't ya?”

The angel’s cheeks grow a light purple, “I… might have.”

“Knew it!” The spider said enthusiastically with a snap of his bottom right’s fingers, “Just couldn't keep ya’ selfs away from each otha’ for five Seconds, eh?” Vaggie’s blush gets darker as she remembers the soft feeling of cuddling with her girlfriend after being away from her the whole prior day, the warm buzz of the princess’s body being more comforting than her illness’ natural heat… Kneading her gray fingers through Charlie’s fluffy blonde locks—-

The boiling water was starting to burn at the bottom. Vaggie’s head bashes against the railing of one of the shelves in the closet in surprise, smelling the scorn scent. She squeaks, “Ah— Shit!”

Grabbing the crackers and putting them into her nightgown’s pocket, she rushed back to the pot to push it off the heated-up aisle… That was close. The next step was to put the steaming broth into a bowl. She growls at the feeling of her now aching spot on the back of her head, her hand going up as she looks around for the correct cabinet.

Angel just stood there, smirking — And starting to snicker. The angel herself has to glare at him to get him laughing, “Woww, and I thought ya’ was smarta’ than this!” Vaggie rolls her eye, “The stoves down he’a can be ratha’ fast at doin’ the job, ya know?” She gives him a never glare, “Oh, yeah! Right, haha!”

He continues to laugh as Vaggie finally finds the cabinet she is looking for. The angel creaks open its door to get a regular deep bowl from the shelf, having to lean against it with her stomach to reach the height as best as she could. She grabs the bowl when…

“Ah, an’ I almost forgot…”

Vaggie pauses completely. That’s while she was finishing up the pour from the plot to the bowl — She instantly gets alarmed as the next words are spoken, “There are some noises comin’ from ya’ bedroom while I was walking by… Coulda sworn I heard a few hoof clops!” The fallen angel is quickly to react, “She’s— What??” Her voice shrunk as she realized what the princess was trying to do. Quickly scrambling to get from the counter and towards the double doors, “Well, well… See ya lata’, Vagatha!”

———

Running up the stairs with a hot bowl of soup was not a good idea. She now has a couple of quick hot flashes on her fingers from the constant waves of warm broth splashing around from the swift movement of her body… Why would Charlie be getting ready after being told to stay in bed??

Of course… She’s Charlie. Charlie is always stubborn to stay still even after a few seconds of being bored out of her mind. Vaggie finally arrived at their shared bedroom door… Being able to clearly hear the shifting around behind the wooden planks.

The angel puts her palm onto the door’s handle, unlocking the knob while swinging it open.

“What are you doing??” She sternly says as a yelp sounds from the corner of the room, and Vaggie squints her eye at the demoness, who is now looking up at her girlfriend, their scaly tail fully stiffening in that surprise. Charlie stammers, “I— I… Uh.”

They were now dressed in the white undershirt that is worn under her red tuxedo jacket, suspenders halfway on her shoulders, black strap on one shoulder, only in the middle of her elbow slipping down the other. Moving up her hand swiftly to cover their nose, rubbing the back of the hand against her runny nose.

Vaggie watches her partner with a furrowing brow, showing the frustration in her expression. But… The sight of the usually bright and bubbly demoness being so miserable makes her heart soften. She inhales and exhales, catching her breath.

They stare at each other’s eyes for several seconds. Watching, both waiting for one another to talk. Say something, anything.

The demoness’s tail droops, thudding with the appendage going limp. Her face grows to a more guilty look of shame as she looks down at the ground. “Come on,” Vaggie says, walking up to the taller demoness with a new look of sorrow. Charlie fidgets with one of the golden buttons on the suspenders. Stuttering with a croaky, snuffy voice, explaining herself. Or… Trying to.

“I— I just… Didn’t want to lay in bed all day! I’m fine, Vaggie!”

Vaggie shakes her head. “No.” She puts her hand on the demon’s shoulder, “Listen, hon. I know you’ve been wanting to get up all morning because…” Charlie looks up with a flicker in their eyes as she listens. “You’ve got a lot to do, don’t you?”

Charlotte nods her head sheepishly, “…I’ve got a list…” She quietly adds with a low tone.

“…A list?” The angel asks, putting the bowl of broth onto the nightstand, “It’s got what needs to be done today.” Walking over to the desk on the other side of the room, she slides open the middle drawer with curiosity. Revealing the bundle of papers that was the notepad the princess was referring to. “Aha.” She then turned back around in the direction her partner was still standing. “I found the—“

Eyes growing wide, she watches as the demon is now leaning over the top of the bowl, tilting her head while sniffing, the exact same curiosity in their gaze as it did for Vaggie. Like opposites.

Until Charlie couldn’t contain her eagerness and started licking at the broth after seeing that there was no spoon. “—Charlie, no!” She says, running over to the demoness with her hands out in surprise. They huff with a scrunch of their nose, smoke coming out through the nostrils, until Vaggie takes hold of her hand… The soft feeling of her girlfriend’s cooler hands compared to her own warm touch makes her calmer. She’s led to the bed, the tip of their spaded tail twitching left to right. Eyes blinking, she looks at the angel with yet another curious head tilt… Which makes the moth break out into a genuine, adoring smile. “You’re so cute, hon.” Watching as the princess’s tail lifts and starts rapidly wagging away at the choice of words. Vaggie carefully pulls Charlie down, helping her sit on the bed.

“You stay here.”

The angel walks backward but is caught by a tug from the edge of her nightgown’s skirt. She looks down, seeing that she the demoness has clung a hand onto the white fabric. Crackers rattled, the plastic wrapper making a crinkle as she was moved. Charlie looks down with a raised brow…

Vaggie’s mouth agape’s, “Oh! I forgot about those…” She says while scratching the back of her neck, watching her partner reach into the pocket with their free hand. The crackers are grabbed almost immediately, “Is that what that was about? You’re nosy?” The demoness nods before taking the packet in her claws. She wriggles back onto the bed, “…Hehehe,” Charlotte giggles softly and in a mischievous tone.

Sighing, Vaggie decides to sit on the edge of the bed to be closer to the nightstand, sliding the bowl in the same direction. Enough to put the spoon in the dish and use it properly, the angel crosses her legs with a soft, melodic hum… And gives the usual cue as she pats the side of her thigh, leaning over to grab their comforter as the sound catches the demon’s attention.

Eagerly, Charlie’s eyes beamed with eagerness as the tail’s wagging goes expectantly highly frequently, moving like a ship’s propeller. She nuzzles close to the moth’s white nightgown with her nose, exhaling as if she were holding it in the whole time.

“So… I think I have time to lay here for a while.” The angel said out loud, though Charlie nodded her head, and then brought up the crinkly paper that contained the crackers… And she starts munching away at the crispy treat, “The usual?” Vaggie asks with the remote in her hand, before realizing where Charlie is staring.. And shifts around to grab the still-warm bowl of ‘soup’, scooping a spoonful of the liquid out of the bowl to the princess’s mouth…

When the cracker goes down easier down the princess’s raw throat, she starts to rumble. Tilting their head back, the demoness sticks her tongue out. She nuzzles against the angel’s leg, close to her lap.

…And Vaggie couldn’t help herself from relaxing to the sound of Charlie’s sudden purrs, although the mini-hectic morning was quite an exhausting experience…

She still feels at peace with her partner lying right beside her and starting to recover from the same flu they had to suffer from together.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of Hazbin Hotel One-Shots