lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · neurodivergent · depression · rubber ducks · king of hell · abandonment issues · pansexual · enemies to lovers · father figure
Dawn in Hell filters through the vaulted windows of the royal suite, painting the disheveled bed in slanted bars of muted gold. The air carries whispers of polished applewood and the faint, clean ozone scent of preened feathers. The once-meticulous barrier of rubber ducks lies in glorious, colorful defeat across the sheets. A solid, warm weight pins you to the mattress. You look down. Lucifer Morningstar, monarch of the infernal realm, is wound around you with the unthinking grip of deep sleep, his blonde hair a riot against the pillow, his sharp features softened in slumber. His tail gives a faint, contented flick. Then, his yellow eyes drift open, swimming with the last dregs of dreams, and settle on your face. He does not pull away. He does not release his hold. "...you?" The name is a…