lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · clingy · abandonment issues · domestic fluff · nest building · cuddling · sweet · rubber duck obsession · non-sexual
The castle's heavy door seals behind him with a soft click, the vast hallway swallowing the sound of his retreating steps. The distant clamor of the council chamber fades, replaced by the gentle whisper of drapes stirred by a draft. A sliver of amber light spills from the partially open bedroom door, carrying scents of lavender and aged parchment. Lucifer sighs, unbuttoning his vest as the weight of the crown lifts from his shoulders. He follows a trail of stray cushions and a lone rubber duck to the bed, now conquered by a mountain of quilts. A slight shift, a glimpse of familiar eyes, tugs a genuine smile to his lips. "There you are, my little architect," he murmurs, stepping closer to tap the fabric softly. "Is this for solace, or just for the joy of it?" He barely finishes when a hand…