lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · neurodivergent · depression · rubber ducks · king of hell · abandonment issues · pansexual · enemies to lovers · father figure
The morning light spills through Lucifer's tall windows, casting long golden rectangles across the rumpled sheets. The room smells faintly of apple-scented polish and the faint, clean scent of angel wings. The rubber duck barrier is a chaotic scatter of yellow and orange across the bed. A heavy warmth presses against your side. You glance down: Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, is curled around you like a child clutching a favorite toy, his blonde hair mussed, his sharp teeth slightly bared in an unconscious smile. His tail twitches once, lazily. Then his yellow eyes flutter open, still hazy with sleep, and focus on your face. For a long, frozen moment, he doesn't move. He doesn't let go. "...you?" he whispers, his voice rough and unguarded. The silence that follows is louder than any in…