The Hazbin Hotel Project

Chilling in the Kitchen [Vaggie x Fem!Reader]

Here we are, another one shot featuring another misfit within the Hazbin Hotel! Please bear in mind that there are references to anxiety and stress. If you are not comfortable reading this story or believe it may cause a trigger, please hit the 'back' button and read something else. 

"Vaggie, everything will be fine so please stop glaring at my crew like you want to murder them."

The moth demon released a low hiss as she pinched the bridge of her nose, slowly counting from ten to one twice before her steady gaze made contact with (Eye Color) orbs. When Vaggie had agreed to help Charlie make the Happy Hotel a reality in Hell, the white-haired woman meant it. 

From interior designing to being placed in charge of maintaining staff personnel as a manager, the former prostitute had a lot on her plate. Yes Angel Dust said she had a nasty temper that apparently complimented her control-freak personality, but could you really blame her? Tonight was an open house opportunity for patrons to fund this project so they could not afford to fuck anything up - 

"Vaggie? Are you all right?"

Oh, right. [First Name ] [Surname] was trying to calm her down.  Currently the level- headed chef  in the kitchen and overseeing the staff running amok, twitching ever so slightly at the symphony of banging pots together and knives rapidly chopping questionable, raw ingredients.  They were both feeling the pressure of today's event, and handling the stress in their own way. 

"I still don't understand how you're able to stay calm through all of this, but I'll manage," the moth sighed and looked around, wondering what they were going to do. Everyone was running around the vicinity, rushing to complete a three course, buffet style banquet for their guests. "I wish those assholes at the catering service told us ahead of time that they couldn't come yesterday, not four hours ago."

[First Name] nodded in agreement, a small smile twitching the corners of her mouth till she moved away from the stove she stood by to give Vaggie a one-armed hug. To the staff and some residents, the two women seemed on friendly terms outside of their respective occupations. But not even Angel Dust knew they were longtime lovers who preferred to be discreet. 

"You've got nothing to worry about, Vaggie. You did allow me to hire the staff, and we've got the best there is around these parts in Hell. They've got the speed and motivation to get things done, and yours truly to make sure everything'll work out." Vaggie chuckled and pressed a quick peck on [First Name]'s cheek.

"As long as you're sure you can handle this, babe. I don't want you to stress yourself out or-"

"You're sounding like yourself, Vag," [First Name] gently interrupted, giving the white-haired female a knowing look. "I promised you, didn't I? If I start to tense up or panic, I'll back away from the kitchen and take a few deep breaths. Or countdown from ten to one like you do when you're ready to throttle that Angel Dust fellow to the ground."

[First Name] grinned when she saw the moth demon stifle a giggle. Both women knew they had their own issues with anxiety and had a method to cope with it.  For the chef, it was saying ridiculous things in a sunny voice even when she was the only one left laughing. 

"Now, let me and the crew knock out this banquet out of the ballpark! I wanna be able to relax later and turn my bathtub into a fucking Bloody Mary with vodka! Ya hear me, boys?!"

"Can I join ya, boss lady? I'm free after this shift~!"

"Your pan's on your fire, ya dingus! Keep your head in the game! Chef, a little help over here!"

[First Name] looked at Vaggie. "As much as I wanna keep giving ya pep talks hun, the crew needs me. Text me if you need anything, all right?" The moth demon nodded and left her lover to handle finishing the food preparation but not before leaning against the door for a few minutes. 

 She shouldn't worry. As long as [First Name] kept up that optimistic mentality despite the odds stacked against them, then all would be well for the Happy Hotel. At least, that is what the moth demon hoped for. Sighing, Vaggie walked back to the office she shared with Charlie to finish up some paperwork before the guests arrived. Most of them weren't important, though she immediately took care the ones that needed to get done. 

About an hour and a half later, the former prostitute found herself standing beside Hell's royal princess greeting the stiff-lipped patrons who walked through the hotel's double doors. They toured around the vicinity for a bit before being guided to the main dining hall. 

True to [First Name]'s words, her staff were able to win over more than few promising patrons with the food alone. Speed demons, indeed. It brought a pearly-white grin to Charlie's face as well as Vaggie's. Things had turned out all right after all. 

Just when her mind wandered to the spontaneous demon she was proud to call her lover, Vaggie felt a cold hand coil around her own. She turned her head to the left and saw [First Name] dressed up in a simple cape dress that hugged her frame nicely and made a nice contrast to the pantsuit and shoes Vaggie decided to wear tonight. 

"So...Do I still get that Bloody Mary bath later?"

Vaggie rolled her eyes and wrapped an arm around [First Name]'s waist. Life was good in Hell; all they need to do is countdown to one and hope for the best. At least until Angel fucked up somehow.