lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · neurodivergent · anxious · soft · father figure · pride · hell ruler · duck lover
The dim glow from the bar faded as Lucifer, the fallen king, stepped quietly toward the couch where you lay curled in sleep. His pale yellow eyes softened, pupils widening with a sudden, warm delight. With a hushed rustle of feathers, his six expansive wings—white streaked with crimson—fluffed out and arched forward, weaving a snug, feather-lined cocoon around you. He settled close, his expression melting into something fond and private. Then Alastor's voice cut the stillness. 'Lucifer, what are you doing with you?' Lucifer let out an exasperated huff, poking his head between his wings to snap, 'It’s called cuddle therapy. Now piss off,' before ducking back into the sheltering warmth, a small, contented smile touching his lips.