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alastor-simp · 1 month

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Why? - Alastor X Powerful Fem Overlord Reader Part 1

❥Summary:The war with the Heaven was about to begin. The residents of the hotel plus the cannibal colony were ready. Alastor was at the ready, microphone stand in hand, as his eyes targeted his next prey, Adam.

❥Tags: Powerful overlord, Alastor vs Adam, Hazbin Hotel episode 8, spoilers, The Show Must Go On, Grim Reaper Demon, Death Demon, Adam is an a✪✪hole, Hell vs Heaven, Alastor fights adam. Reader is dark and mysterious, Hazbin Hotel Extermination.

❥Notes: This series is probably going to be 2 or 3 parts. I will decide later on. This is also going to my take on how episode 8 was, so don't be confused if some parts are different. Enjoy:)

*Character Background*

Y/N or Overlord name "Raven" is a grim reaper demon, and the only one that existed in Hell. She was human when she lived and worked in a morgue, until she was murdered heading back from work. Her body is shrouded in darkness, resembling a cloak. Her face resembles a skull, yet she still maintains her feminine appearance from when she was alive. She appears very dark and mysterious, but she is a kind soul and only acts when provoked. Her powers extend to necromancy, darkness manipulation, telekinesis, soul manipulation, and immortality. Similar to a grim reaper, her weapon is a large scythe. Her reasons for coming to the hotel were still unknown, but it appears she believes in redemption, as through her time in hell, she is aware some demons have arrived in hell for reasons that don't qualify as sins, so she remains at the hotel and provides support. Everyone at the hotel was unsure about her, but they soon consider her part of the hotel as time went by, including a certain deer demon.

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**The Night before the extermination day- Alastors POV**

Alastor is walking, hands folded behind his back as he moves across the hotel's mezzanine. His crimson eyes gaze down on the other inhabitants of the hotel. Charlie and the others are all chatting amongst themselves, laughing and cheering for whats to come tomorrow. "Ah, the celebratory night before a courageous last stand. It's been a surprising thrill to witness these wayward souls find connection. Almost makes one sentimental, eh, Niffty?" Alastor smiles widely, before his eyes turn to Niffty, who is sitting next to him, smiling sweetly. "I really like them, Alastor. They let me put on roach puppet shows without booing!" Alastor chuckles at that answer, before leaning against the bar of the mezzanine. "Ah, an enjoyable collective to be around. I admit one could get accustomed." Alastor hated to admit it, but he enjoyed everyone's company in the hotel. True, he did clash with some of them, specifically Vaggie, but he slowly grew attached to them, though he prefers that to be kept a secret. A small object was then placed on his head, causing him to look up a bit. Niffty had placed a roach flower crown on his head, smiling while dubbing him "King Roach." Alastor leaned back, laughing at Niffty's antics. "Oh, to understand your twisted little mind! Both him and Niffty then started to maniacally laugh together, and then slowly calming down. Niffty then jumped off and zipped closer to the others, to join in the celebration, leaving Alastor alone.

**Your POV**

"Not going to join them, Alastor?" a soft voice spoke behind Alastor, causing him to turn around. You were standing behind him, clock shrouding your body, but leaving your face to be seen. Your skull like face was drew into a soft smile. "Sadly not, my dear! I fear my presence would dampen the mood!" He saw you give a small chuckle, before walking next to him, copying his position of him leaning against the bar. "You sure about that? You are part of this group, Alastor. Besides, you always try to be the life of the party for things like this." Alastor laughed outloud, before leaning against the bar as well. "Aww, trying to flatter me, my dear?" Alastor leaned a hand on his cheek, smirking at you. You just smiled back at him, stating you were just speaking the truth, before turning your head down to gaze at the others. Alastor copied you, the both of you standing next to each other in silence. Alastor then turned to look at you, eyes widen a bit to see you wearing a melancholic expression. "Something troubling you, my dear?" One of his hands, placed itself on your shoulder, giving you a sense of comfort. "Sigh...I'm just worried for tomorrow. Yes, the angels can be hurt and killed, but I'm still worried. Not only that, Adam possesses strong angelic power, and I know he is bound to be highly troublesome during the fight." Alastor threw his head back in laughter, "There is no need to fret, my dear. I will personally fight that poor excuse for an angel myself." Alastors powers surged for a bit, thinking of how exciting it would be to sink his claws and teeth into Adam. Turning your head, you gave a worried look. "Will you be okay?"

Alastor turned his head back towards you, raising an eyebrow. He noticed the gentle expression you wore, and he gave you a soft smile back. He had gotten close with you after a few weeks of you being in the hotel. He knew the power you possessed, but you never flaunted it or used it for personal gain. The more he spent with you, is when he got to see that behind that cloak and darkness was a soft kind soul. "I will be fine, my dear! I am the radio demon, as you know. No pathetic little angel is going to get the better of me, I assure you." He gave a kind smile, without his teeth showing. You still wore a worried expression before giving a smile back. You extended your hand out to Alastor, causing him to tilt his head at you in confusion. "Gimme your hand." Alastor hesitated a bit, and extended his hand out, appearing as if he was trying to give a handshake. You chuckled and grab his hand, interweaving your fingers together. This caused Alastor to tense a bit, seemingly not use to stuff like this. "I know how strong you are Alastor. But, if worse comes to worst, I will be there to help you. I promise." Alastor felt a tightness in his chest after you said that, he couldn't quite figure out why. He was going to say something again, but you had blended with your shadow and disappeared, leaving him alone.

**Day of the Extermination- Alastor POV**

The fight between Heaven and Hell was about to commence. Everyone was gathered around the entrance of the hotel, wearing battle gear and holding weapons. A portal soon opened up in the sky, with Exorcists flying out of them, including Adam and Lute. Charlie and the other released a war-cry and began to battle the Angels. Alastor was standing on the roof of the hotel, smiling wickedly. "Let the slaughter begin. AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Using his microphone, a large force field began to form around the hotel, providing protection for everyone, and preventing the angels from getting through. It was very effective in halting the angels advances as well as providing damage as the shield was able to sprout tentacles and kill some Exorcists. This, did not last long, as Adam as able to destroy the force field, allowing the hotel to be exposed once again.

Alastor glared at the Adam, as he saw him make his descent to the roof of the hotel and landing on it. "Adam! First man, next to die." Alastor continued to look on at Adam in front of him, looking unimpressed. Adam then asked who the fu✪✪ Alastor was. "Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life." His microphone cane hit the ground, causing black tendrils to arise. Adam just snarked at Alastor: "Nice voice. Don't you know jazz is for PUSSIES!" Adam summons his guitar, and slashes away at the tentacles before approaching Alastor. Alastor stepped back, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah!" Alastor was able to dodge Adams attacks, sending some of his tentacles at him. "You really think you can take me on? A mortal soul is no match for me, edge-lord." Adam yells back at Alastor. "You should know better than anyone what a soul can accomplish when they take charge of their own fate." Extending out his shadow, it formed a crack in the hotel roof, allowing one of Alastor's shadow monsters to punch him. Adam was now getting pissed off as he killed the shadow monster, with Alastor mocking his strength.

Adam kept swinging his guitar, with Alastor dodging them effectively. "You lack discipline, control, and worst-

His demon form had manifested, sending his shadow monsters to attack Adam and crawl all over him. Adam was sent flying upwards, as he stuttered on trying to insult Alastor back, making Alastor to laugh and swing him into the hotel sign with his tentacle "Ha ha ha! Poetry!" Adam was furious that he was getting bested by Alastor, swinging his guitar, causing a shockwave and yelling out, "I'm going to wipe that shit-eating grin off your face, CAUSE RADIO IS F✪✪✪ING DEAD!" Alastor looked around, surprised he was out of his demon form: "What just happened?" He then saw his microphone snapped in two, "Fuck!" Alastor then looked back up, then was sent flying back. Adam had managed to get closer, and swing his weapon at him, causing a large wound to form on Alastor's chest. Alastor was on his hands and knees, trying to get up, but failing to do so. Adam was much stronger then he realized. He needed to get out of there now, before Adam had the chance to hit him again. A heavy kick landed on his stomach, causing him to go flying back, and cough up some blood. Alastor leaned back, grasping on his chest to stop the wound, while staring at Adam with pure hatred in his eyes. "HAHAHA! Not so tough now, huh bit✪✪? Time to die!" Adam raised his guitar again ready to strike at Alastor again. Alastor was trying to manifest his powers to teleport, but he was far too weak! He shut his eyes, bracing for the impact. A loud CLANG was heard, causing Alastor to open his eyes, shocked to see you standing in front of him. Your large scythe was drawn, having swung against Adam's guitar, stopping the attack. "Get away from him!"

*TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 2**

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gedannjackal · 5 months

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Good end Headcanons

Grim glamours a raven whenever he and mc go out. If it's not an animal inclusive space, he opts to be a measly human form to the eyes of others. Mc either teases about him being a 'mortal' or 'pretty bird' when they wander together. Raven grim either perches on their shoulder, or by them somewhere. Sometimes he'll walk if it's a park or something.

If he's reflecting as a human, he's still pretty bashful toward Mc but tries to alter his speech to be more "mortal-like" in public. Mc definitely still teases him about that. Or really, a lot of things But it's all in good fun.

Oh and raven grim totally enjoys scritches even if he never admits it to Mc. He'll grab or take trinkets from various places for Mc and generally be a silly lil guy.

#a date with death #adwd #headcanon #visual novel #two and a half studios #grim reaper

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lover-of-skellies · 2 months

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More handwriting headcanons, but this time it’s for various Papyruses!

Obviously there are more Papyruses that exist, these are just the main ones that came to mind first :P

Font names and reasoning under the cut:

Papyrus: Papyrus (because…. c’mon. we all know why)

Stretch: bRee (he gets lowercase letters because he’s a sleepy guy, and the only reason the Ts look a little sharp is because he was probably thinking about Smart Guy Shit again)

Edge: COLORS OF AUTUMN (upper case letters because loud, and sharp like his personality)

Crooks: kindergarden (his letters are big but not all caps because he’s lost some of the spark that would’ve otherwise made him more like OG Paps, and his handwriting is a little wibbly wobbly because head trauma impairs your motor skills sometimes, making it hard to keep your hand movements, or even just regular movements, smooth and steady)

Mutt: alanis hand (he gets lower case and small because he’s another sleepy guy with no confidence)

Charm (UL Paps): Bigdey Demo (dude gets fancy halfway cursive handwriting because he’s a fancy boy. being fancy and stylish is his whole thing, and he adds little hearts in sometimes if he’s in a particularly good mood)

Jupiter (OT Paps): PIGMENTDEMO (personality wise, I just feel like he’d be very similar to OG Paps, and they probably have a lot of the same habits and things, which could easily carry over into their writing. Their handwriting is similar, but still visually different at the end of the day)

Tango (DT Paps): Rock Salt (big letters and all caps here because he’s a louder, more outgoing guy, and even if he’s not super confident 24/7, that’s still the image that he likes to display to others, so they get the impression that he’s the most confident man on the planet. His handwriting is also a bit fancy in its own way, which kinda reflects his whole thing with dancing)

Phantom (DT Paps): Coffee House (ominous looking, sharp, and all caps, because he is literally the creepy dude who tells Dust to maim people and be homicidal. Sometimes he uses lower case, but when he’s especially worked up about something, he goes back to his all caps ways)

Cider (FT Paps): A Hundred Miles (his letters aren’t the biggest, but he still uses all caps. It’s nice looking, if a little on the messy side sometimes because he does so much with his hands on the farm, and they’re probably sore by the time he finishes)

Grim (RT Paps): Silent Reaction (all caps cursive is a nightmare to look at, and he’s been around long enough that he’s painfully aware of that, so he’s brought it down a few notches and uses proper capitalization. He’s had centuries to make his handwriting nice and neat, and while he does like making it look nice, he’s often more concerned about getting all of his work done. Little bonus is that he unintentionally makes the dot above the i look kinda like a candle flame)

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officialundertakersmoocher · 5 days

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can u do the “being ____’s lover” thing but with grelle pls? sfw and nsfw too. have a nice day/night!!

Being Grelle's Lover may Include...

i feel like it's pretty obvious that Grelle is bisexual and doesn't really care about your gender

as long as you like her she loves you ❤️

Grelle is super hyper all of the time so she will constantly be overjoyed just to be in your presence

she would also be a big fan of playing dress up with you and trying her best to fashion you in all different shades of red

girly activities would be her favorite. you will be having tea with her and playing dress up because you love her!

grelle is always showering you with attention and love and if you can't handle it, bye bye baby!

she would be the type of girlfriend to feed you dessert off of a spoon and if you found this embarrassing, she would continue to be even more dramatic about it to tease you :)

she would love cutesy displays of affection such as swinging your hands as you walk or spinning each other in a make-shift dance

you probably won't be able to escape the inevitable moment where grelle brings you to her office and the teasing ensues

(grelle loves to talk about you to her coworkers)

she would find ways to see you almost every day as long as her work permits it

you could be minding your business and poof! here she is!

she's definitely an eccentric, and i can imagine that she would love to take on many hobbies (even if she doesn't keep them up for long)

she would also love to learn about your hobbies and even try them out (maybe fail a little- but of course you could comfort her your all your might-)

she would really love if you were to plan cute dates for the both of you to enjoy- especially something romantic like a coffee shop or book store!

grelle is also the type of girlfriend to start a small argument with you for the soul purpose off gaining your attention and so that you can both cuddle afterwards

Nsfw

i can imagine that grelle loves the chase

she would be overjoyed if you send her some steamy pictures while she was at work

she would really love make out sessions and the sensual touching that comes before sex

she's a woman, of course, and loves to take it slow

that doesn't mean, though, that she wouldn't be into anything kinky, in fact it's the exact opposite

she loves roleplay and fake scenarios

it would be her dream if you would indulge her and let her play out this kink

she also would love bondage, and she wouldn't care which end receives it

she also would love to experiment with toys and such

she definitely is a crazy girl in the bedroom, and would love to try out anything new

if you really do not want to indulge in any kinky activities, she wouldn't push it but she might make some lighthearted jokes about you being the the more vanilla one 🤍

Grelle is the type to immediately fall asleep after sex, but she would love to cuddle

she also doesn't mind doing casual sexual activities and she loves make out sessions

she could easily get bored of doing the same things in the bedroom, though, but she wouldn't keep it to herself and doesn't mind having healthy conversations about boundaries and what you both want

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xoalin4-xota-linda · 27 days

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NIKTO X READER

A very short story of Nikto as Death/Grim Reaper and the reader as Life

Or how I imagine it.

Forgive me for spelling mistakes or uncharacteristic characters. I am going off how I see them— but do please do tell me if I got the assumption of Death or Life wrong🙏

Death, that is who he was. To bring an end to those whose time have come— a depressing job he has really. Tho he is long used to it now. Seeing the life fade from a creatures eyes— the gruesome ways that he extinguishes one’s life.

He didn’t care much for it anymore, it was as simple as waking up now. Only he wishes he could get the same peace that he delivers to the creatures he kills.

Now, his life wasn’t completely bland or just killing and killing and.. you get it. There was one person who just happens to light his day up, literally.

Life, a pretty woman she was, kind woman. And so, so annoying. Blinding him with her light— he wishes to extinguish it, tho even that seems to be too far for him to do.

He hates her, he really does. Her happy voice, he just wants to be alone in a quiet place— but no, she just happens to come along and make him wish he could tear his own eyes out. He wishes he could slice his ears off, or her head, if only it would stop him from hearing her voice. And plucking out his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see her light.

He hates her, she is so pretty, unlike him. Her smile isn’t crooked, her teeth aren’t yellowish, her face isn’t ruined beyond.. he resents her.

He made it his personal mission to kill everything she gives life too. Whether it be a batch of beautiful flowers she spent weeks on making thrive, the next day they would be nothing but rotten on the ground.

A village she tended to, they lived happily with her watching over them. They got good vegetation, the animals were fat and healthy, the children ran and played. A plague killed half the village and the animals were no longer healthy, the grass was no longer green, the vegetation no longer grew.

A petty thing really, what he does, simply because he hates her. He hates her so much he can’t stop thinking of ways to try and make her stop smiling— to see her cry, to see her in pain, to see her— that’s it, to see her. He hates her so much that he follows her everywhere she goes. That he scoffs and speaks profanities to her it only to make her uncomfortable— if only to try and dim that light that he hates so much.

Yet, no matter what he tries, no matter how rude he is, how he kills everything she gives life too— she still smiles warming at him. She still says hello or good morning to him in that chirpy voice of hers. She still offers his flowers each time she sees him— even tho he kills them every time.

He hates her, because she is opposite of him, opposite of what he wishes he could have. A pretty face, not marred so much by scars that it hurts even him to look at. Hands that have helped more than killed. A life that isn’t bland, blank and boring.

He hates her because she hurts his heart every time he looks at her because no matter what, he will never be able to experience the happiness she gives others.

He hates her because she is everything he wants.

he hates her because she is what he can never have.

#call of duty #call of duty hc #call of duty nikto #cod nikto #nikto #nikto x reader #x reader #mwii nikto #grim reaper!nikto #headcanons

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nicotheghoul · 5 months

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Casper angst hc based off ending 2 <33

Broken. Broken is the only explanation that can tell anybody even a fraction of how Casper feels. They're gone. Gone. His mortal is gone. There wasn't even anything left for him to reap. Azrael can't solve his pain. Nobody can. Empty. Empty is how his heart feels. So heavy, so full, yet...so empty. His heart beats, but he wished it didn't. He's alive, but they're not. He screams and sobs, making other reapers concerned. He isolates himself, starts to only go out for jobs. He can't look at sunflowers the same anymore. He can't look at flowers in general, they remind him of them. "Casper...what's wrong with you? You've been like this ever since that one job..." a fellow reaper asks as they step into his room. He stays silent before his voice shakily replies "It's none of your concern." He pushes others away, something he knew they wouldn't like. But what was he supposed to do? His sunshine...his sunflower...they were gone. And they were never coming back. Why did they have to be so selfless? Why? Why couldn't they have just. Listened. For once. He didn't even have the chance to tell them. To tell them that he loves them.

#a date with death #date with death #headcannons #headcanon #casper #grim reaper #grimmy #angst #angst with a sad ending #angst no comfort

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whole-circus · 10 months

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I loveee your work, I was wondering if you can do hc with Jeff, Toby, and Ben (separate) with a grim reaper s/o who and talk to ghost and help the dead got to the other side thank youu💕💕

Jeff the Killer, ''Ticci'' Toby and Ben Drowned x grim reaper S/O

➥ Hi and thank you, of course I can do that!! Take care love!

Sorry if it came a bit too short!

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☆ Jeff the Killer

Gonna be honest, Jeff never really believed in ghost and paranormal stuff. He was this kind of person, that thought poeple are just overreacting, he always tried to find some logical explaination..but you are here now! He was pretty..skeptical at first..I mean come on, dont play jokes on him! But once he believed you..? Man, you are pretty cool, arent you? Jeff have soft spot for this mysterious and dark people.. aso he is even way more happy to be with you! Like he fall in love again. Well..his bloody hobbies would definitely cause you more work tho..isnt that romantic of him?

☆ Ben Drowned

You are doing gods work..I mean not really, but he admires your work a lot! And he says that as a ghost, that must mean something, huh? And i really mean it, Ben is pretty thankful that you take care of all this more 'sad' stuff. Its adorable how much compassion you show all these souls and ghosts. Ben would gladly help you if he could somehow. All your hard work moves him, like really - he might end up crying. Just the thought that other ghosts will rest in peace, and found their place..ah he loves you so much!

☆ ''Ticci'' Toby

..Please, please.. if you only can do that - find and talk to his sister, even if it's been a long time from tragedy, he still miss her a lot! He could feel at peace finally, just the thought that she is okay..! Also! Toby is a curious boy, be ready for milion questions - one dumber than another. Like you are his s/o and you being grim reaper makes him want to know more about you..! He is this type of person, that literally wants to know everything about you. Toby would also comfort you after a long day, like shit - your job might be stressful and pretty depressing..so no worries, a mug of warm drink, snack and cuddles will wait for you when you come back!

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years

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Supernatural yandere harem x Sick Gn Reader

Word count: 1.1k

(An: hope you feel better soon, anon!)

Baron and Alasdair had set aside their differences as best as possible for one morning as they worked together to make you breakfast. You were still asleep when they woke up, and agreed to the brief peace to surprise you with a meal in bed. Maddox was sitting at the table, waiting for you; the first batch of waffles in front of them. They attempted to pitch in as well, but the thin cloud of smoke still lingering in the kitchen was proof enough that they should sit this one out.

“Has anyone checked on Y/n recently?” Baron asks. “They’re usually up by now.”

Alasdair hums. “I don’t think so. Let them rest, they shouldn’t be too much longer.”

As if on queue, you hobble into the kitchen; blanket wrapped around your shoulders and a grim expression on your face. You woke up feeling groggier than usual, body heavy during the brief walk between your room and the next. You slump down in the chair next to Maddox; the first person to pick up on your off behavior.

Back still turned, Alasdair calls out to you. “Oh, right on time. How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine… but I’m not feeling too well now. Can you close the blinds?”

“Of course. I’m sure you’ll feel better after you get some food into your system.” He closes the blinds over the nearby window and walks to the table, setting a plate before you. Maddox had slid their own slightly in your direction, but you hesitated to take a bite from either. With a limp wrist, you pick up a fork and stab at the waffles; chest tight and breathing restricted. You cover your mouth as you let out a small cough. Baron snaps his head in your direction, immediately on guard and ready to jump into action. Alasdair puts the back of his hand over your forehead; a note of disapproval passing his lips.

“Oh, Y/n maybe you were right.. You’re a tad warm and that didn’t sound too good.. Maybe we should get you back to bed.”

You grumble a small “okay”, sweeping your legs over the side of the chair as you rise. Before you can even stand up all the way, Baron is at your side knelt and arms open to carry you.

“Need a hand?” Without a reply, you fall into his arms; head rested on his shoulders as he supports your back and legs with his limbs. You snuggle into the nape of his neck as he carries you, but he ignores the flutter in his chest in exchange for holding you tighter. Maddox and Alasdair in tow; he brings you back to your room.

Alasdair pulls back the sheets as Baron places you on the mattress; rolling them up to your chest as Maddox sits by the edge of the bed – concern hidden with a blank gaze. Baron makes sure that the pillow beneath your head is adjusted properly, while Alasdair checks your temperature once more.

“I need to pick up some things from the store. Will you be alright until I get back.” You nod, which brings a smile to his face. It falls slightly as he looks at Baron. “ I hope you’ll take good care of them while I’m out?”

“I was doing that before you even showed up.” He remarks, pushing the angel towards the door. “Don’t worry, Y/n. We’ll give you some space so you can rest.”

“Actually, uh, could you just bring me a glass of water, please?”

Baron’s eyes widened. It was a simple request, but you hardly ever asked for those, and in such a meek way to top it off.

Holy fuck are they dying?

“Y-yea. Course. Right on it!” He rushes out of the room, the sound of clashing cabinets and the clink of glass in the distance.

“Is.. there anything I can do.. Y/n?”

You look towards the source of the voice. Maddox twisted the strings of their hoodie with their fingertips, gazing back with a look of uncertainty. They were worried just as much as the others, unable to convey it properly due to lack of experience. Besides the affections they already had for you, you had brought them so many new emotions in the short time you had been together; especially in a moment where your health was jeopardized. Concern, panic - uselessness. They wanted to be of aid in any way possible.

You sit up, patting the space beside you. If they had one thing going for them at that moment, it would be the coolness of their skin. A chill emanated from their body like an open freezer door; the perfect remedy for clammy feeling that wrapped around you.

“Just lay next to me. That’s all I need right now.”

Maddox does as told, fitting into place between the bed and the side of your body. You turn over so you can warm up to better, your breath tickling their cheek and arm draped over their shoulder. This was definitely new, both your affection and the feeling of laying in a bed. The two were nice together; your vulnerable form closed to theirs – cradled by the cushion of the mattress. They could see why the others rested here with you every night.

“I brought the water!” Baron enters the room holding a cup, the glass comical in his large hands. He struggles to bite back the jealousy at seeing Maddox cuddled up to you, but manages to do so in the hopes he’ll get his chance by playing nice. You grab the cup as he hands it to you, taking a few sips before your head crashes to the pillow once more. He leans over the side of the bed, silently watching you. You smile a bit.

“Thank you.” You gently stroke his horn, the demon rumbling with delight as you do so. If you were like this every time you got sick, maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if it happened more often.

For a while, you just rest in the company of your overprotective demon and the reaper acting as your ice pack. If you were to utter any sounds of discomfort, one of the two were quick to ask what you needed. After some time, you hear the front door open with the return of Alasdair. He busies himself in the kitchen as these two kept you occupied with conversation; Baron telling you of his horrific encounter with a local stray cat.

“I’m telling you that thing was trying to eat me.”

“It was just rubbing against your leg.”

“Same thing.”

A fist knocks on the door frame, alerting you all of the angel's arrival. He carries a tray in his arms; topped with a bottle of medicine, a vase of flowers, and a steaming bowl of soup. Maddox helps you upright as he places the tray in your lap.

“We’ll put something in your stomach before you take some medicine. Even if you can’t eat the soup itself, you need to drink a bit of the broth since it’ll be good for you.

You nod, head low. “Thanks…”

Alasdair cocks his head. “Is there a problem?”

“Maybe it’s just the sickness talking, but I feel kinda bad for the way I’ve been treating you all. I know I’m not the best roommate, but-

Alasdair cuts you off. “Y/n. There’s nothing to be down about. Us being here is a lot to handle, and we basically forced our way into your life. It’s because we care for you that we’ve done that, and I think I speak for us all when I say there’s nowhere else we’d rather be.”

Baron exhaled. “Not that I’m saying he’s right, but he does have a point.”

Maddox rests his head on your shoulder. “I agree.”

As hectic as living with the group may be, at the end of the day you’d always be safe at home with them. After finishing your food and downing the medicine, you settle in to take a nap, Baron and Maddox at your sides once more. Alasdair brings a chair from another room, shutting the door and getting comfortable in it as you fall asleep.

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