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Chapter 20: Pillow Talk

For the first time in what felt like forever, Marceline didn't wake up feeling exhausted; either physically or emotionally. In fact, she felt better than she had in months. She felt all warm and safe and snuggly; like a baby kangaroo in its mommy's pouch. Or something that sounds much less embarrassing.

Anyway, as her eyes slowly fluttered open, the Vampire Queen found herself staring into the face of the most beautiful and wonderful person in this or any other universe.

Vaggie~

Her sweet, supportive, emotionally available angel.

Oh~ Last night had been amazing~ They'd kissed and cuddled and snuggled and made love~

Oh~ How she adored that expression. 'Make Love'. So much more romantic than 'fuck' or 'screw'.

To think, just a few short hours ago she'd been crying her eyes out, and now here she was, in the warm and loving embrace of a real-life Angel whom she adored with all her heart and soul.

Just then, Vaggie began to stir. Her one eye slowly fluttered open, and after the grogginess wore off, her gaze fixed upon the Vampire Queen and she smiled warmly.

"Morning, Sleepyhead." Marceline said sweetly to her beloved angel, to which she warmly replied,

"Morning, Priscilla."

And just like that, all her warm and fuzzy feelings were gone.

"Don't call me that." The Vampire Queen said annoyedly as both her tone and her cheeks began to darken slightly.

"Why not? That's your name, isn't it?" the Fallen Angel replied, feigning innocence.

"It's my middle name, and I hate it."

"But why? It's so cute. And it suits you so much better than Marceline."

"No it doesn't. Priscilla is something you name a spoiled little girl who loves tea parties, or a librarian. I am not a Priscilla."

"Too bad, because that's what I'm calling you from now on. My pretty, pretty Priscilla Pussycat~"

"Pussycat? Where's that coming from?"

"You remind me of a cat I used to have when I was six. Her name was Muffin and she used to walk around, acting all grumpy and mean, but all she really wanted was someone to cuddle with. Just like you~"

Vaggie chose to punctuate that last statement by playfully booping Marceline on the nose; much to the latter's chagrin.

"I don't have to take this, you know." The Vampire Queen said confidently. "If you're gonna keep teasing me, I can fight back."

"Oh yeah, and how are you gonna do that?"

"Well… from now on, I think I'm gonna call you… Baby Doll."

"Pfft. That doesn't even make sense."

"Yes it does. With your cute widdle dress and your big pink bow and your missing eye, you look just like a giant ragdoll."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do, but don't worry, because you're my ragdoll now and I love you so much~"

"You are such a dork."

"Look who's talking."

"Yeah, okay, you got me."

And with that, the new couple shared a pleasant laugh.

"Sigh… So here we are. Priscilla Pussycat and Baby Doll." Vaggie said dreamily, before pausing to giggle. "Oh my God, we sound like a bad children's book."

"Yeah…" Marceline replied. "Why do we do it?"

"Do what? Make up dumb pet names?"

"No, I mean why do we both work so hard to convince everyone that we're all tough and cool when all we really wanna do is, you know, be like this?"

"Well, I don't know about you, but I need to look tough for Charlie's sake. Otherwise…"

The words died in the Fallen Angel's throat as her one eye went wide with horror. Likewise, the Vampire Queen felt her heart stop as the sobering reality of their situation finally dawned on her.

They'd forgotten about Charlie.

With their minds finally free from all that saccharine, sentimental fluff, the two… whatever they were, pushed away from each other and sprang into upright positions.

"Oh my God, Oh my God." Vaggie said in a panic as she retracted her wings back into her body. "What have I done? I… I've completely destroyed my relationship with Charlie. Now she'll never take me back."

While the Fallen Angel continued to freak out, Marceline felt an intense wave of guilt wash over her like a tsunami. Once again, her actions had brought nothing but misery and misfortune to the denizens of this reality.

"Seems like all I do is cause trouble." The Vampire Queen muttered sadly, not even realizing she'd said that aloud.

"What? No, Marceline. This is my fault." Vaggie said sympathetically, momentarily forgetting her own problems. "I let Lucifer talk me into this crazy scheme. I came on to you."

"Yeah, but none of that would've happened if I'd just stayed home where I belong. Prismo warned me this was dangerous, but I didn't listen. And now I've completely ruined at least three people's lives. Christ, I suck."

"Don't say that. You didn't mean for any of this to happen. You just wanted someone to share your life with. There's nothing more natural than that. And for what it's worth, Angel's a piece of shit. He was never going to get into Heaven anyway, so he's not worth crying over."

"But what about Charlie? She's already a zombie because of me. When she finds out about this, it'll push her over the edge. She might never smile again."

"Don't worry about her. Charlie's tougher than she looks. She might hurt for a little while, but she'll get over it."

"Maybe… but what if she gets over it, but still won't take you back? What if she never forgives you?"

"That's… possible." Vaggie admitted as some of her confidence began to drain away. "I mean… once Charlie gets an idea in her head, it's damn near impossible to get her to change her mind. And even if she does forgive me, as soon as Lucifer finds out about this I'm screwed."

"Yeah, but… what if he doesn't find out?"

"You can't keep a secret like this from Lucifer forever. It's impossible to lie to him."

"No, I meant… what if, instead of waiting around for Lucifer to find out and kill you, you came back home… with me?" Marceline asked, as her cheeks began to burn a little. "Of course we'd have to tell Charlie. You know, help her understand that we're not doing this to hurt her and make sure she's okay emotionally. But once that's done, we can just, you know, be together."

Naturally, Vaggie didn't respond to this right away; instead she just stared back at her with a strange look on her face. Almost immediately, the Vampire Queen felt ashamed of herself for even suggesting such a proposal. After everything that had happened, why the Hell would she think it would be even remotely okay to ask her something like that? What the fuck was wrong with her?

"Yeah… I guess we could do that." The Fallen Angel replied, much to Marceline's surprise.

"R-R-Really?"

"Sure, I mean, it'd certainly be the smart thing to do. You're much less maintenance than Charlie, and in a weird way we are kind of perfect for each other. And if I went with you I'd never have to worry about hotels, or asshole sinners, or Lucifer ever again. I could just be in a relationship, which is all I've ever really wanted. Yup, being with you would be so much easier for me."

"But if being in love was easy, it wouldn't be worth doing." The Vampire Queen said, finishing the other's train of thought.

"Exactly." Vaggie replied, smiling warmly. "Look, Marceline, last night was something special, and I really do like you, but I'm in love with Charlie and I always will be. So even if it's the harder path. Even if she hates me for this and Lucifer chains me to a mountain and then buries it under a different mountain, I will never stop trying to make things right between us."

"And people think I'm the romantic one." Marceline said jokingly. "I get it. I used to feel that way about Bonnie. Hell, maybe I still do. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe I was just so hurt after she rejected me that I've been forcing myself to fall in love with other people so I wouldn't have to think about it. Maybe…

"Maybe you say maybe too much." The Fallen Angel interrupted teasingly. "Marceline, I can't tell you what you should do next, but I know that someone with a heart as big as yours deserves to find true love. And you're not gonna find it by hanging around this dump."

"I know, but if it's alright with you, I think I'm gonna stick around a little longer. I'd like to at least try to fix some of the mess I've made."

"I understand. But for right now, just stay out of my way. I have to talk to Charlie and I'd prefer to do it alone. Okay?"

"Okay."

And with that, Vaggie climbed out of bed and made her way towards the door. But before she could get too far, Marceline called to her.

"Wait." She said, before her cheeks started to burn again. "Can I… Can I ask you something, real quick?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"It's just… If things had been different, I mean, if you'd met me first, somehow, and you never knew Charlie, do you think…"

"Oh, we'd definitely be married by now." Vaggie interrupted, apparently sensing where the Vampire Queen was going with this. "And I would consider it an honor to be Mrs. Priscilla Pussycat."

As if to emphasize her point, the Fallen Angel walked back over to gently boop Marceline on the nose, before confidently strolling out the door.

Once she was alone, Marceline let out a long, dreamy sigh and said,

"What a woman~"

But alas, the moment was ruined when Vaggie returned a few seconds later; looking much less confident, with her right arm covering her breasts and her left one covering her crotch.

"Have you seen my clothes?"

End Notes:

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Peace.