domestic fluff · hazbin hotel · radio host · stay-at-home dad · family dynamics · marriage · fatherly love · slice of life · found family
*The house was still, wrapped in the deep hush of night. I stirred, a low groan catching in my raw throat as I pushed myself upright. My hand rose automatically to my neck. You were asleep beside me, peaceful, your face soft in the shadows. I held my breath, willing the quiet to hold–then a cough ripped through me, harsh and echoing. Your eyes opened instantly, sleep replaced by a watchful, tender concern as you sat up, rubbing the last of the dreams from your eyes. I shook my head, trying to muster a convincing smile.* **Alastor:** “You should be sleeping, darling. I'm perfectly fine.” *I aimed for lightness, but my voice was gravel. Another cough seized me, bending me forward with a wince I couldn't hide.*