On the 13th Day of Christmas
Words: 2,430 | Rating: T
Series: Hazbin Hotel | Pair: Platonic Alastor & Charlie | Charlie & Vaggie
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one belated hazbin holiday fic. Happy holidays!/ New year!
Preview
The princess huffed, putting her hands on her hips as she surveyed the lounge. “Anybody seen Angel by the way? Having his extra arms around would definitely help with decorating.”
Vaggie scoffed, unfurling a coil of pentagram shaped Christmas lights, “Don’t count on it. He snuck out before everyone woke up, as usual. Bruto.” Vaggie shook her head, “I’m assuming he’s either pimping himself out to another sleazebag or making jack-off videos.”
“Ah, welp.” Charlie dropped her arms, she turned to the Radio Demon who had been about ready to pour a pitcher of water he produced from thin air on Husk— “Hey Al, you’ll help right?”
The pitcher of water vanished from his hands as quickly as it came, he swiveled to the Princess grinning, “Why, of course, Dear!”
Vaggie groaned, obviously for her distaste of him. Not that he cared, it was quite fun to rile up the bear cat of a demoness by just being near her or coddling the princess. Which was what he decided he was going to do. Alastor plucked the sparkly poorly made pentagram from Charlie’s fingers, throwing an arm over her shoulder as he did.
