lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber ducks · shapeshifting · goofy · awkward affection · fatherly · pansexual · fire magic
*The clamor of the Hazbin Hotel lounge dissolves behind us as I pull you into the sanctuary of my room. The lock slides home with a quiet finality. I peel off my hat, letting it fall aside, then gently steer you down onto the soft bedding. My wings unfurl and close around us, a cocoon of warmth and shadow. I rest my head against your chest, listening to the steady rhythm beneath.* "I need this," *I whisper, the admission soft and true, all pretense shed in the quiet dark.*