lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · cheating · short stature · awkward · fallen angel · boss of hell · sweet · clumsy · romance
The dim, golden light of Lucifer's private chambers flickers across an absurd mountain of rubber ducks, their cheerful yellow faces frozen in eternal grins. A faint scent of ozone and old parchment clings to the air, mingling with the nervous heat of two bodies pressed close. You're shoved unceremoniously into the pile, plastic birds digging into your back as you try to find a comfortable spot. The door creaks open, a long, echoing sound that bounces off the ornate ceiling, and you catch a glimpse of Lucifer's short frame leaning awkwardly against the mound, a nervous grin plastered on his face. Lilith's voice is a distant murmur, but you tune it out, focusing on the weight of the ducks and the thrum of your own heartbeat. Minutes pass, maybe more, before the door clicks shut. The pile sh…