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Charlie's afair || Charlie [Hazbin hotel]

Charlie sat in her room at the Hazbin Hotel, staring out the window as the flickering lights of Hell's cityscape reflected in her eyes. It was late, but she couldn't sleep. She hadn't been able to for weeks, ever since her heart had begun pulling her in a direction she wasn't prepared for. It wasn't supposed to happen this way—she was the Princess of Hell, the one who was supposed to set an example. But her life had never been hers, and that had led her to make decisions that weighed on her soul.

Her marriage to Vaggie had been arranged by her parents, designed to unite two strong forces in Hell and solidify their positions. On paper, it made sense. Vaggie was loyal, fierce, and had always been there for Charlie. But their relationship lacked something essential—passion, true connection. Over time, the marriage had grown more strained, with Charlie feeling increasingly suffocated by the expectations placed on her. Vaggie wanted more from her emotionally than Charlie felt she could give, especially when she wasn't even sure she wanted the marriage at all.

Charlie sighed, rubbing her temples as memories of the past months swirled in her mind. It hadn't been all bad; Vaggie was a good partner in many ways. But Charlie had always felt like a piece of herself was missing, that no matter how much she tried, she couldn't give herself fully to Vaggie. The pressure of running the hotel, the weight of being Hell's princess, and the growing dissatisfaction with her personal life had all come crashing down at once.

Then Y/n came into her life.

Y/n had appeared at the Hazbin Hotel under mysterious circumstances, seeking redemption like many others. But there was something about her that had drawn Charlie in from the beginning. Y/n was confident, free-spirited, and didn't carry the same weight of expectations that Charlie did. Their connection was instant, though Charlie tried to suppress it at first. She told herself it was just admiration, just a fleeting attraction born out of the emotional distance she felt with Vaggie. But the more time they spent together, the more Charlie realized she was falling for Y/n.

It had started innocently enough—late-night conversations about the hotel, about their lives, about the things that scared them. Y/n had a way of making Charlie feel heard, of listening without judgment, something Charlie rarely experienced. Over time, those talks turned into stolen moments, quiet touches, and eventually, an affair that Charlie couldn't stop, even though she knew it was wrong.

Now, as she sat alone in her room, guilt gnawed at her. She loved Vaggie, or at least she wanted to believe she did. But her love for Y/n was different. It was passionate, consuming, and filled a void she hadn't known was there. She was torn between two worlds—one of duty and expectation, and one of desire and freedom.

The door to her room creaked open, and Vaggie stepped inside, her face hard with concern. "Charlie, are you okay?" she asked, her voice tight. "You've been distant lately. I feel like you're pulling away from me."

Charlie's heart clenched at the sight of Vaggie. She hadn't meant to hurt her, but she couldn't ignore her own feelings any longer. "I... I'm fine, Vaggie," Charlie replied softly, though her voice wavered. "Just... stressed, you know, with the hotel and everything."

Vaggie narrowed her eyes, stepping closer. "It's more than that, isn't it? You've been avoiding me, Charlie. You're not the same. What the fuck is going on?"

Charlie hesitated, her hands trembling as she clenched them in her lap. She couldn't keep lying, not to Vaggie and not to herself. But telling the truth would break everything. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Vaggie's face fell, a mixture of hurt and anger flashing in her eyes. "Sorry for what? Charlie, what's happening?"

Charlie stood up, tears welling in her eyes as she faced Vaggie. "I... I don't know how to say this," she stammered, her heart pounding. "But I haven't been honest with you. I've been... seeing someone else."

The room went silent, Vaggie's breath hitching as she processed Charlie's words. "What?" Vaggie asked, her voice shaking with disbelief. "You've been... what?"

Charlie bit her lip, tears spilling down her cheeks. "It wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't mean for it to. But I've been so lost, Vaggie. I don't know who I am anymore. And Y/n... Y/n made me feel alive again."

Vaggie took a step back, her face contorted in pain. "Y/n?" she spat, her voice filled with venom. "You've been having an affair with Y/n?"

Charlie nodded, unable to meet Vaggie's eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to hurt you. But I haven't been happy for a long time. I've been trying, Vaggie, but I can't keep pretending everything's okay."

Vaggie's fists clenched at her sides, her body trembling with rage and heartbreak. "You... you lied to me," she hissed. "After everything we've been through, you lied to me. And for what? For her?"

Charlie's tears flowed freely now, her heart breaking as she saw the pain in Vaggie's eyes. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she whispered. "I'm so sorry, Vaggie. But I don't know how to fix this. I don't know if I can."

Vaggie stood in silence for a moment, her chest rising and falling with deep, labored breaths. Then, without another word, she turned and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Charlie collapsed onto the bed, sobs wracking her body. She had broken everything—her marriage, her trust with Vaggie, and even the stability of the hotel. And for what? For a love that, while real, had come at the cost of so much.

Her affair with Y/n had started as an escape, a way to feel something in the void of her arranged marriage. But now, it had left her more lost and alone than ever. She didn't know what would happen next, but one thing was certain: nothing would ever be the same.