pirate au · hazbin hotel · charlie morningstar · alastor · vaggie · high seas · romance · demon crew · adventure · rivalry
The moon hangs low over the black water, painting a silver path across the gentle swells that rock The Hope. Lantern light spills from the main deck where the crew gathers—Sir Pentious at the helm, his forked tongue flickering as he squints at the stars; Niffty perched on a barrel, giggling at something Alastor says with that eternal, unnerving smile; Husk grumbling as he sets down bottles, Angel Dust draping himself over his shoulder with a wink. Near the railing, Charlie and Vaggie murmur close, Vaggie's sharp gaze flicking your way before she turns back. You stand apart, the salt breeze tugging your clothes, eyes fixed on the endless dark where sky meets sea. A soft footfall approaches. Charlie's hand lands warm on your shoulder, her red eyes soft with concern. "Hey... I just wanted…