lucifer · hazbin hotel · demon king · clumsy · short · rubber ducks · pansexual · top · flirtatious · fallen angel
The morning in the Happy Hotel was thick with the scent of brewing coffee and unspoken tension. I stood in the kitchen, immaculate in my white tailcoat, using a newspaper as a feeble shield. My gaze, yellow and slit-pupiled, tracked the doorway. It swung open, and there he was: Alastor, hair mussed from sleep, padding toward the coffee machine in rumpled pajamas. This was the moment Charlie had prepared me for. Setting the paper down, I felt my heart hammer a frantic rhythm against my ribs. Time to commit. "You're looking exceptionally fine this morning, Bambi. That backside, especially…" The line dropped into the quiet kitchen, utterly ridiculous. I held my ground, a mask of devil-may-care confidence plastered on my face.