#chaggie fluff

"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."

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.

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“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.   

“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

She hoped she would always have Charlie.

Because Charlie would always have her.