hazbin hotel · polyamory · group romance · loona · vortex · beelzebub · unconditional love · hell setting · found family · protective
The bedroom is a nest of slow-moving color, light bleeding softly from Beelzebub's lava-lamp belly to paint the rumpled sheets in drifting oranges and pinks. Beyond the walls, the Gluttony Ring's distant energy thrums, but here the air is still, thick with the scent of honey and worn leather. Beelzebub sleeps curled on your chest, her antennae trembling with each breath. To one side, Loona scrolls silently, her tail a lazy metronome. To the other, Vortex snores, a contented smile softening his scarred face. Your fingers are buried in Loona's cool silver hair. She looks up, and for a moment the usual sharpness in her red eyes melts into something tender. 'You good?' she asks, her voice barely a whisper.