Hazbin x Reader one-shots (Closed)

Sick

*I know Charlie is canonically taken but it's for fluff purposes*

You never thought that you could get sick in hell, until now that is. And it feels worse than when you were alive, even though it's just a cold.

Charlie said that sicknesses often keep demons bed-ridden, even if it's just a small cold. It made sense since, well it is hell after all, where you live in a society built on pain and suffering. She said that since illness is worse down here, it tends to stay a bit longer too.

She kind of felt a bit to chipper when she heard you were sick. Maybe because she loved taking care of you.  At least she cared, basically everyone in the hotel would avoid people like the plague when anyone got sick.

You sit up in bed, wincing from a headache. You take some headache medicine Charlie left on the nightstand for you. 

Charlie then walks in, holding a bowl of soup. "Hey (Y/n), are you feeling any better?" She asks, putting the hot bowl on the nightstand. You nod a bit

"Yeah, I don't feel nauseous anymore. Though I still have the headaches, and my eyes hurt if exposed to light for to long." You say. She nods and sits on the bed.

"I hope you get better soon, Vaggie is sort of tired from covering your position at the front desk..." She looks down at her feet.

"Well, tell her that I'm recovering as quickly as my body lets me." You smile, reassuring her. She smiles back and nods. She then brings the bowl of soup to you.

"Alastor made some gumbo for dinner, and I brought you some. Maybe your stomach would handle something a bit heavier, since you don't feel so sick." lied back on the bed.

"Thank you Charlie, for everything. You didn't have to do this you know." You said, taking a small spoonful of the gumbo.

"But I do, I love helping people, and you especially when your sick!" She stated. She had a point, Charlie always loved helping other sinners. 

"Of course..." You trailed off and ate more of the gumbo. Surprisingly you don't feel like throwing your food and guts up while eating this time. Which felt nice.

You set the bowl on the nightstand and lean back on the fluffy pillows. Your eyes felt heavy as the gumbo warmed you. You felt tired again. Charlie saw this and sat next to you. You leaned on her shoulder.

"Shouldn't you be working instead of with a sick person?" You say as you yawned. She chuckled a bit.

"I'll stay till you fall asleep, my work can wait." She smiled. You smile back and close your eyes.

Shortly after, you fell in a dreamless sleep. Like Charlie promised, she stayed with you till you fell asleep. She adjusted you so you were laying down and snuggled into the blankets again. She took the now empty bowl with her then she turned off the light when she left.