"Vaggie...?"
Charlie stepped into the doorway of the kitchen. A quiet song could be heard playing on a small speaker, a woman and man singing about love flawlessly in Spanish. The sharp smell of spices wandered around the air, seizing anyone with it's captivating aroma. Charlie could see her girlfriend stirring a delicious smelling vegtable purée in a pan.
"Yes hun?" Vaggie responded, not looking away from her mixing.
"Why are you cooking at 3 in the morning?" Charlie rubbed her eyes, her sleepiness challenging her to not collapse then and there.
Vaggie chuckled softly to herself, but just loud enough for Charlie to hear. A warm smile spread onto the princess's face as she heard her girlfriend laugh.
"It's Día de los Muertos, hermosa! I got to make a big banquete for my familia!" Vaggie exclaimed, she was now facing Charlie, her arms extended out excitedly. The blond was taken back by her girlfriends energy. It was usually the other way around, Charlie being the bouncy and excited one, while Vaggie was the sleepless and annoyed one.
Charlie walked over to Vaggie and slipped her tired arms around the moth demons waist. She nuzzled her chin into the crook of her girlfriend's neck.
"What's Dia day loss murtoes?" Charlie asked, butchering the pronunciation of the name. Through her 6 years of dating Vaggie, plus 186 years of being alive, she's never once heard of this name. Maybe it wasn't a big thing in the overworld.
Vaggie shook her head and sighed, a smirk danced it's way onto her face.
"De-ah-deh-los-muertos" The younger repeated slowly, her eyes glued to stirring the sauce in front of her.
A slight blushed painted onto Charlie's white skin. She stammered before she got the words she wanted to say out. "I-I'm sorry babe. Día de los Muertos. Need any help?"
Vaggie got a clean spoon from one of the drawers, thankfully no one ever had to do dishes, thanks to Niffty's insane cleaning disorder and annoying washing . The moth demon took a spoonful of the purée and blew on it, making sure it wouldn't burn her girlfriend's tounge. She almost shoved it into Charlie's mouth, but settled on just feeding her gently. Once the sauce met it's way to the princess's tastebuds, a satisfied hum could be heard from her.
"Oh my god Vaggie! This is so good! What are you cooking?!" Charlie's bubbly energy seemed to find its way back to the girl, despite the bed calling her many times to come back and go to sleep.
Vaggie smiled, a gentle genuine smile that filled Charlie's being with love, happiness and light.
"Muchas gracias. Estoy cocinando un puré entre verduras y carne molida. Creo que voy a hacer pupusas" Vaggie spoke quickly, her Spanish perfect and sharp. The elder could only look confused at her girlfriend, her brows furrowed at the unknown language.
"A hibba da what now?"
Vaggie laughed, a few dry wheezes could be heard from the girl. Everything she was doing felt like she was on earth. The cooking with her mom, the soft Spanish song playing in the background, and the sharp spices filling the air. She felt right at home. So Vaggie didn't really remember that she was talking to her girlfriend, the princess of Hell, who's probably never heard anything other than a few Spanish curses and pet names.
"Sorry, oh jeez you should have seen the look on your face. You looked like that one guy from that meme" Vaggie threw her head back in a fit of laughter. Charlie couldn't resist laughing too, remembering the face of the man.
They were almost done settling down before they heard the kitchen door swing open. Vaggie immediately materialized her spear, stepping in front of Charlie.
The perpetrator was the gatito borracho, as Vaggie liked to call him. He immediately stopped when he'd seen the glowing angel weapon in the moth demons tightened hand. "Woah, calm down bitch." Husk threw his hands up in annoyance. His top hat and bow were discarded, it looked like he was naked and covered up at the same time.
Vaggie sighed in annoyance "What do you want Husk?"
"For you guys to be fucking quiet, it's 4 in the goddamn morning, and you guys are in here singin' kumbaya and cookin' and shit. Jesus fucking christ, tone it down." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he was about to walk out, but the smell latched onto him.
"Since I'm here, what smells so good?" Husk asked, nonchalantly walking towards the pan. Vaggie gave a knowing look towards Charlie, who was trying to stifle her giggles.
She shoved a spoonful of the purée into the cats mouth. He instantly hummed in appreciation. A spark seemed to flicker behind his grey eyes.
"Fuck, that's some good sauce. What did you put into it?"
"Thought you wanted us to be quiet?" The moth demon asked, smug written across her face.
"Shut the fuck up"
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