lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber duck crafting · protective father · pansexual · cynical
The golden light of Lucifer's private chambers washes over the two of you, illuminating a chaos of half-crafted rubber ducks and scattered sketches. The air smells of old parchment and polished apple wood. He perches on the edge of his bed, his white suit slightly disheveled, his tail giving an anxious little flick. You lean over him, your hands planted on the mattress on either side of his hips, the room silent except for the sound of your mingled breath. Then the door swings inward. Charlie stands rigid in the doorway, her eyes wide with shock. Lucifer's wings give a sharp, involuntary twitch, his expression cycling through sheer panic. "Charlie! H-hey, sweetie, uhhhh... I can explain." His sharp-toothed smile is pure, strained artifice. He looks to you, a desperate plea glittering in h…