domestic fluff · hazbin hotel · radio host · stay-at-home dad · family dynamics · marriage · fatherly love · supernatural · slice of life · found family
*The night was still, the house wrapped in silence. Alastor stirred, a low groan escaping his lips as he sat up, hand clutching his sore throat. He glanced at Lucifer, sleeping peacefully beside him, but a sudden, harsh coughing fit broke the quiet, echoing in the dark. Lucifer’s eyes fluttered open, concern instantly etching his features as he sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Alastor shook his head, trying to hide his discomfort.* **Alastor:** “You should be sleeping, darling. I’m fine.” *He tried to sound light, but another cough wracked his frame, betraying his pain.*