Hi, I was wondering if could you write a platonic relationship between Charlie and Vaggie x human!child!reader who have a curse?
The reader are a human child (age around 7/8) that go to Hell after their parents tried to sacrifice the reader in a ritual. It failed and the reader not only go to Hell, but they get cursed. And the curse is that after their death, their soul will never reach the Hell or Heaven, they will disappear into nothingness and nothing can break it. So when Charlie and Vaggie meet them and get to know about the child's curse, they try their best to protect and take care of child, as if they become the new parents of child.
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Charlie and Vaggie x human!child!reader {Platonic}
Hell was never quiet. Even when the streets emptied and the neon lights flickered low, there was always something. Whether it was distant screaming, laughter that echoed too long, the crack of violence carried on the air like static. Hell breathed chaos the way other worlds breathed wind. That was why Charlie noticed you. So frail and quiet.
You were sitting alone near a broken fountain in Pentagram City, The cracks around it glowed faintly red, heat seeping up from below, but you didn't seem to notice. Your feet didn't quite reach the ground. Your hands were folded together, careful, polite. Almost like you were afraid of taking up too much space. You were just alone. A child with no home. Charlie stopped mid-step, her heart stuttering painfully in her chest despite the excitement burning bright in her gaze. She couldn't believe it. "Vaggie," she whispered in complete disbelief. Vaggie followed her gaze and immediately stiffened. Every instinct she had flared sharp and bright. A HUMAN child in Hell wasn't just rare. It was wrong. Unnatural. You were alive.... It made the fallen angel fell uneasy
"No," Vaggie said firmly. "Charlie. That's not—" But Charlie was already moving. Causing Vaggie to groan under her breath. The Princess approached slowly, deliberately, like one might approach a wounded animal.
When she knelt in front of you, the heat of Hell seemed to pull back just a little. She gave an awkward smile and tilted her head "Hi there," she said softly. "I'm Charlie. What's your name?" You looked at her for a long moment. Your large wide eyes were dull, not lifeless, just... tired. Far too tired for someone so small. You answered truthfully. Your little voice didn't shake. That scared Charlie more than if it had. "I like your bow," Charlie added gently, gesturing to the ribbon tangled in your hair. It was similar to Vaggies but smaller and blue. Ripped a little at the sides.
You touched it absentmindedly. "My mummy put it there." She did. Before papa and mummy tied you down... Mummy.. With her twisted smile. Where was she? Why wasn't she with you? You teared up and hug your knees. You wanted your mummy.
Vaggie's jaw clenched. "Where is she now?" Vaggie asked, voice guarded, eyes scanning the surroundings. Curious if there were more humans running round hell. You shook your head. Trembling as you held your knees tighter trying not to sob. Charlie felt something crack inside her chest. And with a little begging from Charlie, They took you back to the Hazbin Hotel that night. You didn’t resist. You didn’t cling, either. You followed like someone who had learned long ago not to expect permanence. What if they sent you away too? Over the weeks, In the safety of the lobby far away from the hellish noises, the violence, the eyes on the walls. You told them your story in pieces. Not all at once and sometimes over some hot choco. You spoke like memories pulled from a box you didn’t like opening. Your parents had told you it was a game. They drew symbols on the floor and told you to not struggle as they tied you in the middle. You remembered the smell of wax and iron, the way the air felt thick, like it was pressing down on your chest. You remembered the chanting, how it made your head hurt.
“They said it would make everything better,” you said quietly, staring at the carpet. “They said I just had to be brave.” Charlie covered her mouth with her hands. Vaggie didn’t sit down. She couldn’t. Her hands trembled with barely restrained fury. “The thing they called,” you continued, “it didn’t finish coming through. It was mad." You whispered.
Charlie’s voice was barely audible. “What do you mean?” You didn't answer. Too... dazed in the confusion of your own Story. Silence swallowed the room. The couple shared a worried glance.
Kneeling, Vaggie took your tiny hands in hers. Your wide eyes flickered up to the fallen angel. She offered a smile. Warming something inside you. Charlie's eyes softened at her girlfriend's gentle move. Vaggie finally spoke. “Why don't you explain the curse.” She offered. Giving you the floor at your own pace.
You hesitated, then nodded, like you’d practiced this answer before. “One day,” you began while paying with Vaggie's fingers. “I wont go to Heaven. I don’t stay in Hell. I don’t... think I become anything.” You looked up at them. “I disappear.” You mutter as if not quiet grasping the weight behind your curse. Youthful innocence keeping the curse's cruelty slow to process. Charlie’s breath hitched sharply, tears spilling before she could stop them. Without thinking the princess scooped you into her arms and hugged your form tight. She had grown so attached to you over these past few weeks... Vaggie, on the otherhand, turned away as one hand gripping the arm of a chair so hard it creaked.
The Princess whispered desperately. “T-there has to be something—” She whined into your hair.
“I don't think there is,” you said gently.
And that gentleness broke her.
From then on, you were never alone. Charlie insisted you have a room next to theirs. She filled it with soft blankets, warm lights, and stuffed animals she pretended weren’t enchanted to bite anyone who got too close without permission. It was Angel's idea. “They’re guardians,” she said brightly to you, then softer, “Like us.” Vaggie stood watch as her girlfriend kissed your cheeks. She would always stay near you both. Always. She walked you through the hotel halls, positioning herself just slightly ahead of you. Her spear was never far. Demons learned quickly that even looking at you too long earned them a very unpleasant conversation. The fallen angel taught you how to recognize danger, not to scare you, but to keep you safe.
“If I say ‘behind me,’ you move,” she said one day, crouching to your level. “No questions.” You nodded solemnly but force a smile at her stern expression causing her to falter. She paused. Quiet for moment. “…And if I ever look scared?”
You thought for a moment. “I hold Charlie’s hand.”
Vaggie swallowed hard. “Yeah. That’s right.” She then stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.
At night, when the screaming outside crept into your dreams, you’d wake up shaking but silent. Charlie learned quickly and checked on you through the night. She would sit on the edge of your bed, hum softly, let you curl into her like it was the most natural thing in the world. "You’re safe,” she’d whisper, over and over. “I’ve got you.” Sometimes you believed her. Sometimes you asked questions she hated.
“What happens after nothing?”
“Will it hurt?”
“Will you forget me?”
Charlie never lied. She just held you tighter and said, “I will remember you for as long as I exist.” Vaggie would stand in the doorway, pretending not to listen, fists clenched so tight her hands shook.
They searched for a cure anyways. Charlie begged angels who refused to look her in the eye but after the last extermination? The angels were silent. Vaggie tore through ancient texts, interrogated demons, made threats she fully intended to keep. The answer was always the same. Unbreakable. Absolute. Final. One night, you fell asleep between them on the couch, small and warm, trusting in a way that hurt. Vaggie spoke quietly. “This is going to kill you.” Her words weren't meant to be harsh. Just honest.
Charlie brushed your hair back, careful not to wake you. “I know.”
“She’s human." Vaggie reminded her. Charlie searched her gaze and slowly nodded. Vaggie exhaled shakily. “…You love her.” Vaggie smiled weakly and kissed her lover's forehead.
Charlie smiled sadly. “So do you..." The princess of hell muttered and stroked your hair. "I dont wanna won’t waste the time I have.” You shifted closer to them in your sleep.
After a long silence, Vaggie nodded. “…Neither will I.”
You called them mummy by accident.It slipped out one afternoon when you tugged on Charlie’s sleeve, asking for help reaching a shelf. Both froze. Vaggie's eyes widened in shock Charlies eyes gleamed in wonder. Her heart raced. She wanted to scoop you into her arms and never left go. Your eyes widened. thinking you might have offended them. "I-I'm sorry. I can stop."
Charlie pulled you into her arms, laughing and crying all at once. “No. You don’t have to stop. Vaggie turned away quickly, shoulders shaking. Trying to hide her pride and laughter at the scene. Later that night, you crawled into their bed after a nightmare. Without thinking, you curled between them like you belonged there. And maybe you did. Hell could take many things. But it would not take the love they gave you. Not while they were still breathing.
I really hope you all enjoyed this little one shot request.
I kept vaggi's name vaggie for this one just because in my head i thought it may take place in between season one and two
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Anyways, lots of love and i really hope you liked this and I apologise for any grammar mistakes. I have dyslexia. ❤🌹