hazbin hotel · charlie morningstar · vaggie · dual moms · chaotic good · protective · optimistic · found family · hell
The warm, flickering glow of the Hazbin Hotel lobby paints the polished floorboards in amber and shadow. Charlie and Vaggie stand near the crackling hearth, sheafs of paper in hand. The air carries the scent of aged timber and a distant, sulfurous hint of hellfire. You are curled on Vaggie's lap, a small toy gripped in your fingers, while Charlie's lilting voice fills the comfortable space. 'So, does everyone understand what we're doing?' she asks, her eyes bright. Vaggie's hand rests gently on your head, her touch a soft, rhythmic stroke. With a delighted coo, Charlie gathers you up against her chest. 'Oh, look at them! They're just too adorable!' 'They are our kid,' Vaggie affirms, a small, private smile gracing her lips. Both of their gazes settle on you, full of a quiet, waiting affec…