"Let's establish some rules, shall we?"
This blog is a semi-selective, mutuals only RP blog for Alastor and Charlie Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. Here are a few things to know!
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"Let's establish some rules, shall we?"
This blog is a semi-selective, mutuals only RP blog for Alastor and Charlie Morningstar from Hazbin Hotel. Here are a few things to know!
🔥for Charlie from Vaggi & Verosika (but don't tell Vaggi about Verosika. or let those verses touch maybe? lol. )
Send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine!
Vaggi verse-
"Maybe we could do that tonight, if you're interested. My bed or yours?"
Of course, it was the same bed.
Verosika verse-
"Oh! Umm, wow, I'm flattered, really."
She had not been expecting that. Verosika could have her pick of pretty much anyone and she'd pick her? She really was flattered.
Gonna bury my face on the delulu cake🤡
@letsstaytuned
“Tonight is a good night for the other guy, not me, to die.”
Alastor, referring to Charlie's baby daddy. Whoever that may be. But it seems he must step up, and deal with this head on. Oh, he was livid. Not at her, but the situation. The man that abandoned her, the quiver in her voice when thoughts of 'oh god, what if my dad finds out' pass.
So, against his better judgement, Alastor has agreed to be the father. On paper. It seemed like a simple deal: help the princess save face, gave the spawn a comfortable childhood, move on.
But it's never that shrimple, is it?
"I- let's just leave him out of things," Charlie said, really not wanting to drag the baby daddy into this.
It was complicated. Perhaps a bit more complicated than she had led Alastor to believe. But he'd gotten the gist of it. And he was really willing to help her out.
"Are you... are you absolutely sure about this? It's a lot of responsibility... and I know you and my dad don't really get along. This is likely not to going to help that," she said.
"Heeeeey, Vaggi," Charlie approached her a bit nervously. "How are things going today?"
"Something up?" Vaggi felt the nervous energy coming off of Charlie at the moment.
"Well been feeling kind of strange lately. Not going to lie."
"Feeling strange? How so?" Charlie asked, setting aside her reason for initially approaching her, the nervousness fading to concern.
What did she mean strange?
Dominic's flying as he approached the hotel was awkward and unsteady. His clothes were bloody and torn from various slashes, either from a blade or claws. A more severe wound over his abdomen had already healed by his own knowledge of healing magic, one of the few bits of magic he could do.
However, he could not heal his other injuries as he had exhausted his meager magical reserves healing the most dangerous wound. His landing was rough, both because several of his feathers had been ripped out, making flying more difficult, and because a slash to the back of his ankle sliced the tendon that helped him walk. He landed with a grunt and was brought to his knees, panting and bleeding, but alive. (dominicmorningstar)
One of the front doors to the hotel happened to open just seconds after he landed. And there stood Angel Dust, wearing his sunglasses and ready to go out on the town.
His fabulous demeanor dropped immediately, seeing Dominic. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed and rushed over to Dominic. "Kid, what happened?"
He scanned him quickly, picking the side Dominic was less damaged on and put Dominic's arm over his shoulders to help him towards the door. As tall as Angel was, the kid was beefy. He wouldn't be able to lift him but he could help him inside.
@dominicmorningstar
While Dominic absolutely did not want his mother fighting his battles (he could almost hear the voices of his old high school classmates), he did feel a rush of love that she was ready to do so. His mother was a peaceful person who spouted kindness and second chances. Any time she was willing to use violence was something worthy of note, and Dominic felt it was a display of love and care.
"I was at Yuki's Okiya, enjoying some performances, and some young Goetia didn't realize that it wasn't a brothel," Dom said, slowly shrugging out of his jacket to avoid aggravating his wounds.
"Yuki tried to de-escalate the situation because he was a young Goetic Prince instead of just killing him." Likely because Yuki knew she would be unable to win a fight against a Goetic demon even if he was young. "He wasn't backing down, so I stepped in and things heated up real quick."
He leaned down and began to slowly ease the shoe off of his foot that had his sliced Achilles tendon. No matter how much he tried to be gentle, it still pulled on his wound, making him grunt in pain. Once the shoe was off, he sighed and leaned back against the couch. "I managed to fly us away from her place once we started throwing punches. As rough as I look, I'm the one who walked away, so I won." He said, giving his mom a smile.
"Is Yuki okay?" Charlie asked with concern for Dominic's friend.
Angel Dust returned with the med kit which he opened next to Charlie. Immediately, she was digging through it, looking for ways to help her son. Admittedly, her first aid skills were not nearly as good as Alastor's.
Fortunately Angel Dust knew a thing or two.
"I grabbed a wet cloth for ya, too, to wash some of the blood off," Angel told him as he leaned in and used the cloth to wash some of the blood off Dominic's face.
"Your ankle is lookin' uhhhh pretty messed up," he admitted. "I'm thinkin' your dad should be the one ta help with that one. But we can get some a these other injuries taken care of."
"Charlie, can you hand me the disinfectant?" he held out a hand for it. He could have easily gotten it himself but he wanted to give the mother something to do to help.
"Yes!" she declared, digging in the box and handing it over to Angel.
He grabbed a fresh cloth with one hand as another hand opened the bottle. "Now, this is gonna sting a bit," he warned him.
Tackling his boyfriend so fast — “COME HERE YOU!”
Alastor falls over, effectively tackled. The Radio Demon is actually pretty light and while Lucifer is small he is much stronger than he looks.
"Hello there!" he smiled widely up at Lucifer from the floor.
Lucifer just grinned at her a bit strained if only for his nerves about the upcoming conversation — but well he wanted to do this — he had to do this .
And they could enjoy a lovely dinner while doing this — hopefully .
He sat down and tried to work out how to start the convo when Alastor asked him about wine — “of course thank you,” a softer smile on his face as he turned his attention to his beloved .
This is why he was doing this for the people he loved .
“Al’s cooking is really something else~ it’s downright sinful~” he joked .
Alastor poured him a wine glass before pouring one for himself. Charlie giggled at the pun. She'd always loved her dad's 'dad' jokes.
The deer demon sat down in the one remaining chair and put his napkin over his lap before gesturing to the table, indicating that they should take the tray covers off their plates.
"Bon appetit," he said, taking off his own tray cover and revealing the warm delicious smelling jambalaya.
"This looks and smells just as good as I remember," the princess smiled at Alastor and then looked to her dad. "Have you had Alastor's jambalaya before?"
She knew he had obviously had something he'd made before but she wasn't sure what.
"How does someone not like Tears for Fears!?"
"It's elemental!"
Alastor noticed her change in demeanor. His head tilted to the side curiously as he regarded her.
"Did you mean something else?"
Ah, she meant that.
It was Alastor's turn to blush a little.
"I see. Not that I wouldn't but it's a bit vulgar to say that directly to a lady, isn't it? Especially when we haven't even been out on a date yet."
He paused for a small beat.
"Is that something you would enjoy? A date with me?"
Ah, so he did catch on. She wasn't too surprised, and it wasn't an outright rejection, at least!
"That's why I was surprised! Because I didn't expect it coming from you!! Not that it would be a bad thing, if you did, but just...unexpected!!"
Aaaand the blush was back.
"I mean...sure! No pressure, of course! But...you like jazz, right? I know a place downtown that I used to hang out at that had live jazz a few nights a week, if you wanted to go some night!"
"That sounds swell," Alastor agreed, finding himself more relieved that she said yes than he thought he would. And she had even suggested something he would definitely enjoy.
"This Friday then," he added, deciding for them when they would go. "It's a date."
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( for Al )
"Of course you would. Speaking of that though, how do you feel about sharing a room once we tell Charlie?"
He did like having his own space but he also really liked sharing a bed with Lucifer. He would still have his radio tower.
"Well, of course! I'm sure you'd be a swell bed companion. You don't hog the covers or kick, do you?"
Their definitions of sleep with may vary.
Oh. Oh. He meant normal sleep not...well, she's going to try not to be too disappointed and will just play it cool! So cool!
"I don't think I kick, but I do have a tendency to cling to whoever I'm in bed with, but as long as you don't mind that and the fact that I usually run pretty warm, I'm sure we'd be fine!" Because of course she's a koala sleeper. And a human demon furnace.
Alastor noticed her change in demeanor. His head tilted to the side curiously as he regarded her.
"Did you mean something else?"
Ah, she meant that.
It was Alastor's turn to blush a little.
"I see. Not that I wouldn't but it's a bit vulgar to say that directly to a lady, isn't it? Especially when we haven't even been out on a date yet."
He paused for a small beat.
"Is that something you would enjoy? A date with me?"
Send 🔥 if your muse would sleep with mine!
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Charlie is bright red, suddenly, and her voice comes out slightly squeaky as she processes that. "Wait...really? Not that I'd say 'no' but!! I just- I never thought- Really????"
Congrats, Alastor, you've successfully flustered Charlie Morningstar!!
(For the If your muse would sleep with mine meme)
"Well, of course! I'm sure you'd be a swell bed companion. You don't hog the covers or kick, do you?"
Their definitions of sleep with may vary.
Dominic's flying as he approached the hotel was awkward and unsteady. His clothes were bloody and torn from various slashes, either from a blade or claws. A more severe wound over his abdomen had already healed by his own knowledge of healing magic, one of the few bits of magic he could do.
However, he could not heal his other injuries as he had exhausted his meager magical reserves healing the most dangerous wound. His landing was rough, both because several of his feathers had been ripped out, making flying more difficult, and because a slash to the back of his ankle sliced the tendon that helped him walk. He landed with a grunt and was brought to his knees, panting and bleeding, but alive. (dominicmorningstar)
One of the front doors to the hotel happened to open just seconds after he landed. And there stood Angel Dust, wearing his sunglasses and ready to go out on the town.
His fabulous demeanor dropped immediately, seeing Dominic. "Oh shit!" he exclaimed and rushed over to Dominic. "Kid, what happened?"
He scanned him quickly, picking the side Dominic was less damaged on and put Dominic's arm over his shoulders to help him towards the door. As tall as Angel was, the kid was beefy. He wouldn't be able to lift him but he could help him inside.
@dominicmorningstar
Dominic gave his Uncle a smile before he leaned down and removed his right shoe. His left shoe was going to be a pain, as the slice to his ankle was liable to hurt a great deal when he pulled it off.
He turned when he heard his mom yell. Once she was rushing over, he attempted to give her a reassuring smile that was, honestly, half a grimace.
"Hey, Mom, I'm..." he paused, considering his appearance. "I'm not ok, but I am not actively dying." He said, wiping sweat and dried blood from his forehead. "Sorry for worrying you."
"What happened???" Charlie asked worriedly, grabbing his cheeks between her two hands and tilting his head left and right, looking him over.
"Who do I need to–," her eyes switched colors and her horns came out, clearly ready to avenge her child but then she took a deep breath, remembering Dominic was an adult.
He likely didn't want his mother fighting his battles for him. Nor did he need it. He was a perfectly capable demon.
"Never mind," she said, her demonic form receding. "Tell me what happened."
Angel had mentioned in his text he was going to get the med kit so for now she could wait on tending to him.
Tackling his boyfriend so fast — “COME HERE YOU!”
Alastor falls over, effectively tackled. The Radio Demon is actually pretty light and while Lucifer is small he is much stronger than he looks.
"Hello there!" he smiled widely up at Lucifer from the floor.
Meanwhile Lucifer was in his room— pacing back and forth and trying to give himself a pep talk— he knew this needed to be done , it was the right thing to do! — honesty was important!!— just he could lose his daughter — was Alastor worth that ? —-
What if he was being selfish … he knew how much Charlie wanted Lilith back and to have them be a family again but — it’s been years and no contact and their last contact had made everything seem so final they had separated — and Charlie had someone she loved surely he could find someone then too right ?
New beginnings and all that —- he didn’t want to be lonely forever —
“Ok ok ok deep breaths you got this — stick to your guns Lucifer ! -“ he glanced at his watch —“oh shit !” He was gonna be late !
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With a poof of red smoke and magic he appeared in the radio tower — “ta-dah! Here I am! “ he grinned full of confidence he only half felt .
“Hey Char Char! Glad you’re here !”
"Dad!" Charlie turned to him, looking a bit surprised.
"I invited your father to join us," Alastor explained, waving a hand dismissively as if it wasn't a big deal. "Have a seat!" he gestured to the table. "I made jambalaya. My mother's recipe certainly has one hell of a kick to it."
They had both had his jambalaya before separately but if they couldn't bond over a plate of the delicious cajun food, then he didn't know how to help them.
"Right. Uhh good to see you, too, Dad," Charlie gave her dad a smile and walked over to the table to sit down.
Once they were both seated, Alastor held out an open bottle of wine to Charlie first. "Wine? A good Riesling goes best with jambalaya."
"Oh, sure," Charlie agreed and after Alastor poured her a glass he turned to his other guest.
"Lucifer? Wine?" he offered.
He’s chewing on his boyfriend and not letting go— he’s missed him so much he needs to bite him all over .
“Mine mine mine~”
"You do realize that my teeth are just as sharp and I can, and will, bite back, don't you?"
Can't believe Lute is just hanging around like that. Some gall she has!
"It's perfectly fine for her to be here if she's here to apologize. The hotel is about second chances and making amends. I won't exclude anyone."
(reference to @pinklocksoflove)