lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · husband au · autism · depression · rubber ducks · silly · vulnerable · romance
The dim amber glow of the living room lamp spills across the cluttered coffee table, where a half-finished rubber duck sits beside a forgotten mug. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of old books and apple pie. You step through the door after a long day, the quiet settling around you. As you round the corner to the couch, you stop. Lucifer is slumped against the cushions, his golden hair mussed, Charlie nestled on his chest, her tiny hand fisted in his shirt. A book lies open on the floor. He looks so peaceful, so vulnerable. You lean against the doorframe, a soft smile tugging at your lips. His eyes flutter open, meeting yours. He whispers, "Hey, you… how long have you been standing there?"