hazbin hotel chaggie fanfic

Part 9

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The atmosphere in the lobby of the hotel was unusually calm that afternoon. Charlie and Vaggie sat together at a large table, going over some paperwork, while Lucifer busied himself nearby, flipping through a magazine and pretending not to be interested in their work. Vaggie, however, was far from focused. She hadn't been able to concentrate for more than a few minutes all day, her thoughts clouded by an overwhelming need for Charlie's presence.

Vaggie had been feeling increasingly clingy, craving Charlie's touch, her scent, her warmth. It was as if being apart, even for a few seconds, made her uneasy. And with Lucifer's looming presence, that restlessness seemed amplified, pushing her emotions to the surface in ways she couldn't control.

She shifted closer to Charlie, nudging her shoulder gently, her fingers brushing against Charlie's arm. "Hey..," Vaggie murmured, her voice soft but laced with need.

Charlie glanced at her briefly, offering a small, patient smile. "What's up, babe?" she asked, keeping her voice low as she continued to jot down notes.

Vaggie leaned in further, her lips brushing against Charlie's ear. "I can't stop thinking about you," she whispered, her tone more intense than she'd intended. "I need you right now."

Charlie's cheeks flushed pink, her pen pausing mid-stroke. She darted a quick glance at Lucifer, who was lounging on the couch, clearly listening in despite pretending to read. "Vaggie," Charlie muttered under her breath, "not now, we're in the middle of—"

"I don't care," Vaggie interrupted, her voice barely a whisper but tinged with a desperation that made Charlie's heart race. "I can't stop thinking about your hands... your body..."

Lucifer's eyes flicked up from his magazine, and he arched an eyebrow, his interest piqued by the sudden change in Vaggie's tone. Charlie could practically feel her father's amusement radiating across the room, and she groaned inwardly, trying to keep her composure.

"Vaggie," Charlie hissed, her face bright red now. "Lucifer's right there!"

But Vaggie didn't seem to care. The pregnancy hormones had her in their grip, and she couldn't hold back anymore. She leaned even closer, her hand slipping under Charlie's arm, resting possessively on her waist. "I don't care who's here," she said quietly but firmly. "I need you so bad."

Charlie's eyes widened in panic. She could feel Lucifer's smirk without even looking at him. "Vaggie, seriously, not now!" she whispered harshly, trying to gently pull away without making a scene. "We'll talk later, okay?"

"Talk? I don't want to talk," Vaggie muttered, her hand moving slightly lower, and Charlie's eyes went wide with alarm.

"Ahem," came Lucifer's voice, loud and theatrical as always, breaking the tension. "Is there something you two would like to share with the class?"

Vaggie froze, her face going pale as she finally registered Lucifer's smug tone. Her eyes darted to Charlie, who was frantically shaking her head in silent horror.

Lucifer leaned back in his seat, a grin spreading across his face as he watched the two of them squirm. "Oh, don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the show," he said with a dramatic wave of his hand. "Carry on."

Charlie shot him a withering look. "Dad, please."

Vaggie, now fully aware of what she had just said in front of Charlie's father, felt her face burn with embarrassment. She pulled away from Charlie, sinking back into her chair, her eyes wide with mortification.

"I... uh... I wasn't.....s-sorry sir..—" Vaggie stammered, clearly at a loss for words.

"Oh, no need to explain, dear," Lucifer said with a chuckle, clearly enjoying their discomfort. "You two do what you need to do. I'll just pretend I'm not here." He winked, flipping the page of his magazine with a dramatic flourish.

Charlie buried her face in her hands, groaning. "This is so embarrassing," she muttered.

Vaggie, now mortified beyond belief, shot Charlie a pleading look. "I'm sorry charlie..! I don't know what came over me!" she whispered, her voice full of genuine regret.

Charlie peeked at her from behind her hands, trying not to laugh at how ridiculous the situation had become. "It's okay, Vaggie," she whispered back, her face still bright red. "Let's just... never speak of this again."

Lucifer, however, was far from done. "Oh, I think this is definitely something we should speak about," he said with a mischievous grin. "I mean, I've heard of being clingy, but this is a whole new level."

Charlie shot him another glare, her patience thinning. "Dad, seriously. Not now."

Lucifer held up his hands in mock surrender, still chuckling to himself. "Alright, alright. I'll be good. For now."

Vaggie let out a shaky sigh, her hand resting protectively over her stomach. She could feel the anxiety bubbling up inside her, but Charlie's presence, as always, soothed her. Even with Lucifer's teasing, she knew she could get through this as long as Charlie was by her side.

"Come on," Charlie whispered softly, reaching out to take Vaggie's hand. "Let's go somewhere more private. We can talk... or, you know, whatever you need."

Vaggie nodded, her heart swelling with love and gratitude for Charlie's understanding. She gave Lucifer one final apologetic glance before standing up, following Charlie out of the room.

Lucifer watched them leave, a smirk still plastered on his face. "Ah, young love," he said to himself, shaking his head with amusement. "So dramatic."

**To Be Continued...**