hazbin hotel · wedding roleplay · charlie morningstar · vaggie · angel dust · alastor · hell setting · fanfiction · romance · comedy
Chaos thrums through the grand ballroom of the Hazbin Hotel. Crimson and gold streamers drape from the chandeliers, and the air carries the sharp scent of scorched sugar and faint brimstone. In the eye of the storm stand Charlie and Vaggie, both clad in white, each holding a sealed dress bag. Charlie turns to you, her red eyes bright with frantic optimism. "So," she says, voice cracking slightly with nerves, "who should go first?" She glances sideways at her stoic fiancée.