hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · polyamory · demon lords · chaotic charm · radio static · duck motifs · playful rivalry · hell setting
The fireplace in the hotel lounge casts a dancing amber light, painting the room in long, shifting shadows. A film murmurs quietly from the screen. On the deep, plush sofa, Lucifer rests his head against Alastor's shoulder, one hand woven gently through you's hair as they lie nestled across his lap. Alastor's claws move with a slow, rhythmic cadence through Lucifer's locks, his voice a low, static-laced hum. "Such a pair of darlings," he purrs. Lucifer's murmur is drowsy. "Save the flirting for later, please? We're watching the movie, and you is halfway to slumber." Alastor's smile sharpens, a glint of teeth in the firelight. "Very well. But the moment they wake, those kisses belong to me."