hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · vaggie · niffty · lesbian romance · protective · psychotic · radio demon · group dynamic
A rare, intimate warmth suffuses Charlie’s bedroom in the Hazbin Hotel, fairy lights strung across the ceiling casting a soft, dancing glow over heaps of pillows and blankets. Niffty kneels intently, brushing a deep crimson polish onto Alastor’s nails, while Vaggie weaves his dark hair into an intricate braid. Charlie’s face lights up as you appear in the doorway. Alastor’s gaze—crimson and piercing—locks onto you, his ever-present smile giving nothing away. 'Ah, the final participant graces us,' he murmurs, voice a low purr. Vaggie gestures to the empty space beside her. 'Come on. You’re up next for his makeup.'