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A comforting scene with Echo

There's fluff ahead. I hope you like it <3

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Rain falls thunderous outside as you watch it batter the viewport of the Havoc Marauder's cockpit. You don't remember the name of the planet Tech rattled off hours ago before the ship left hyperspace. You've been to so many with them now, you don't always make an effort to keep track.

You do remember him telling you about the nasty weather, though, and you stare at its ferocity now while you tuck your knees up to your chest, stockinged feet braced up on the edge of the chair.

As pretty as it is with the strangely muffled lightning flashes illuminating everything in constant, flickering wash of silver-blue, it's keeping you from being able to take a walk outside and get some fresh air. The ship is stuffy, cramped to begin with and currently resident to seven people, including yourself. After how the mission for Cid went, you've had a particularly hard last few days, even if things ended up turning out alright.

The memories still sit with you, like an uneasy, cold fist of discomfort settled in the pit of your stomach.

Everyone else is asleep, like you should be. Your makeshift hammock hangs limp and empty at the end of the hall, strung just out of the way of Omega's room that takes up the gunner position. You can hear their soft snores and feel the quiet lull of dreaming people that hangs in the air.

One of them turns over in their bunk, judging by the soft creak and shuffle of fabric. When a metalic tink sounds off next, you wonder who got up, and reach out with a finger to push the console's edge and turn the chair.

A pale face immediately looks up at the movement of you peeking down the hall, and you see Echo sitting on the edge of his bunk, feet planted on the floor. The hull is barely illuminated to simulate night, small spots of brightness stationed periodically along the edges of the floor and significant corners. The lights glint dully on the edges of Echo's cybernetic implants.

He looks surprised to see you awake, leaning forward to be able to better see the empty hammock at the other end of the ship with a glance. You offer a tiny wave as Echo looks back, and aren't terribly surprised when the soldier quietly gets up. He takes care to move quietly down the ship, his mechanical limbs inaudible with the background noise of the Marauder's passive electronic systems that remain online even as you all sleep, and the less-so-passive ground security protocol that was engaged before lights out.

"Hey," you greet quietly, barely breathing the words. You know Echo will hear you, and though Hunter sleeps with earplugs, you always do your best to take extra care to not make noise when he's trying to sleep.

"Thought I was the only night-owl, after Tech," Echo answers just as softly, his left hand turning a chair by the backrest towards himself as he takes a seat, still looking at you. "Can't sleep?" he wonders.

You almost forget to vocalize your answer, too distracted studying the lines on his face, the slight stubble that's been growing in since his last shave yesterday, and the bags under his eyes.

"You don't look like you've slept a wink."

Echo's shoulders jump a little, like he's been caught doing something, and your heart tumbles over itself as he looks away. Though he's staring at some point off to the right and down, it doesn't hide the haunted look in his eyes.

Echo turns his elbows and splays his fingers like he's about to steeple his fingers together, only to go stiff when his only hand touches empty air. He straightens in his seat uncomfortably. You're burning to say something, do something, but he looks like he's working out what words to say. You give him all the time he needs to answer.

"A lot of things don't come as easy as they used to," Echo admits when he finds his voice. He doesn't meet your gaze, not even when you quietly say his name, until you stand up and take the few short steps to bring yourself to his side.

Warm, honey-gold eyes turned a pale silver by the flashes of lightning, finally meet yours. He looks so lost, more than you've ever seen let slip through his careful guard. Always keeping so busy, so focused, keeping ahead of his problems until they catch up at the end of the day when the world slows to a stop, and says it's time to sleep.

Your offer is silent; his acceptance is immediate, and Echo practically jumps out of his seat to accommodate.

You say nothing as his mechanical elbow digs into your softer ribs while you wrap your arms around his broad chest, which proves much more comfortable to hold without his armor on. The hard ridge of his artificial respiratory system's access unit presses uncomfortably against your chest, while his natural arm crosses behind your back.

Where his natural body presses against yours, he feels warm and solid. The metal provides a strange contrast of hard, cool ridges.

"Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, rubbing soothing circles on the man's back as he wraps himself around you, burying his face in your shoulder.

You feel his head shake an emphatic 'No,' as his grip tightens.

You make a soft noise of comfort, relaxing against him as you hug. Echo takes a deep, shuddering breath, then surprises you by speaking, after all.

"I saw them," he says in a hoarse whisper.

"Saw who?" you ask tentatively, when he doesn't immediately continue.

"All of them, every one on the field, in the trenches, my-- My brothers, my friends, e-everyone..." he whispers.

He's shaking harder, and something wet plops against your skin before sliding down your neck, raising goosebumps as it goes.

You don't know much about Echo.

You know he was rescued from something pretty awful, and you know it has something to do with his cybernetics, but more than that, you never felt it was proper for you to inquire about it.

You do so now, gently asking him questions, trying to gauge the scope of the issue and put things together in a cohesive story as he rattles off errant details in no particular order. Sometimes, he tells you about the face of a specific cloned brother he recognized before something happened to them.

Other times, Echo tells you something that makes bile rise in your throat, particularly when he says it so off-handedly, it's like he's trying to be flippant about it.

But you're not.

Your confusion of how he could have been in so many battles, so far apart, as you realize he's been naming different war fronts, finally drives you to ask point-blank what this 'Techno-Union' did to him that forced him to experience such awful things.

"They used me as a computer program to predict battle algorithms; they're the ones who installed my hardware."

It's the most clear his quiet voice has been this entire conversation, wrapped up in your arms in the cockpit as he lets his hidden wounds bleed clean, and you have an immediate gut-punching suspicion that the even tone of voice comes less from calm, and more from a fierce detachment of what he's even speaking about. Like saying the words in such a simple, understated way can make what happened less horrific, less raw.

You let him straighten as he suddenly loosens his grip on you to lift his head up. Having assumed that Echo's eyes would be far away and distant like earlier, you're caught off guard by their intensity as he studies your face with concern.

You're not the one who jus--

You jump when his thumb brushes against your cheek, swiping away a tear.

"I'm sorry," he says gently, voice cracking. "I shouldn't have unloaded so much on you, you don't have--"

"Shut up," you whisper, more eloquent words failing you in your hasty need to stop him from withdrawing. "It's okay, Echo. I'm--" you stutter, realizing his hand is still on your cheek.

Echo's eyes drop fractionally, and quite suddenly, the small, private atmosphere of the cockpit you'd been sharing takes on a whole new weight and depth.

"I'm... I'm just so horrified at what they did you you," you finish, but your voice is trailing off as Echo's gaze doesn't shift. He doesn't answer you for several long, agonizing moments, and you feel your cheeks start to warm when he deliberately brushes his thumb against your cheek again, taking his time to trace the features of your face. His hand shifts, scooting a little further over your neck as long, strong fingers cup the shape of you.

"You never told me why you couldn't sleep tonight," Echo murmurs, clearly ready to change the subject. He's standing strong and confident again, a powerful posture you've noticed seems born and bred into him and all his brothers, and your heart does this funny flip. He's been baring his heart to you and unloading his burdens for some time, so you have almost -- almost -- zero inclination to encourage him to keep talking.

It's not something that can all come out in a single sitting.

"I, uh...."

You like the change in his eyes as they practically shine with a slightly deviant gleam to them, and a small smile tugs at Echo's lips, before drawing itself across his handsome features.

"You, uh...?" Echo repeats, his smile growing wider.

"Yeah," you answer on reflex, blushing harder with embarrassment as Echo's eyes dance with laughter.

You can't even be mad about your own squirming; it's so nice to see him looking happy again, especially after the sorrow and grief you just watched him struggle through, and know he still holds heavy on his shoulders.

"I mean," you stammer, just barely remembering to keep your voice hushed for Hunter's sake, "that I, um, yeah, I have trouble sleeping sometimes. I get... cold," you hedge.

Maker, you're not going to try and explain to him that you just have a hard time sleeping alone in bed, when you grew up used to puppy-piling with your four younger siblings and, later, your Vekolves, two over-enthusiastically protective canines you'd raised from puppies. You still miss the weight of their warm, scaley bodies cuddling up to you at night.

"Cold?" the soldier questions, furrowing his brows. The ship is kept at a constant, even temperature.

You have no idea how Echo sorts it out, but maybe something shows on your face as you glance down the hallway towards your lonely hammock, because his eyes suddenly soften.

Or, maybe he's just been overhearing you talk with Omega about your life before joining the Bad Batch, because he nails it right on the head.

"Miss your family?" he asks quietly.

"...yeah," you admit, looking down. You let him tip your chin back up, and take in his breathtaking smile. "I've never been good at sleeping alone."

He just revealed wounds to you that no one should ever have to suffer in the first place, and here he is smiling at you so warm and gently.

"I've got an idea," Echo suggests. Though that earnest warmth remains, you catch a sudden mischievous cast to his expressive features. "Come on."

You think he means 'come closer,' so you step towards him, but he moves at the same time you do, dropping his hand to your shoulder before he slides his fingers down your arm, and wraps them around your wrist. Echo leads you down the narrow aisle, where his brothers sleep on their bunks.

You cast a long glance at Hunter as you slip past, noting with relief the soft, audible snores and his peaceful, sleeping expression.

Echo stops at his bunk, lets go of your arm, then gently places his hand to your back, fingers splayed as he gestures with his scomp-link prosthetic.

"Space enough for two?" he suggests, not quite hiding the hopeful sound in his voice.

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Hunter opens his eyes with a jerk to consciousness that momentarily disorientates him, his gaze immediately looking towards the source of disturbance that yanked him from a rare, good dream.

Something about Omega and Wrecker playing a game in some sunny field, far from the war and strife strewn through the galaxy.

He blinks, not sure he's seeing things right, then nearly sits up with surprise as he registers that, yes, he is seeing right, and that's an Echo curled up in his bunk, sound asleep, with you wrapped in his arms and snoring like an asthmatic bantha on his chest.

Hunter stares at you both.

He's never heard you snore. Not once.

And he's never heard Echo's heartbeat sound so utterly peaceful, a low, gentle thrum that harmonizes with the idle whirr of his prosthetics. More than that, is the way the soldier's face has for the first time since joining their team, relaxed into something truly peaceful.

So peaceful, there's actually a little bit of drool escaping from Echo's slack jaw where his lips part a bit, and Hunter smirks, wondering how you'll react to the wet spot on your hair in -- he frees an arm from the blankets to check his wrist -- less than an hour.

Warm floods his chest as he smiles, taking in the scene for a few moments longer, before he drops his head back onto his pillow and sighs deeply.

With less deliberation that perhaps he should be using, Hunter gives in, and lifts his vambrace up to tap a few buttons.

Two more hours, a generous enough gift as he saves the new alarm setting, then rolls over to go back to sleep.

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Anakin was bright red and he quickly turned away but not before Rex saw tears in his eyes.

Anakin's bell jingle's when he moves his head and Anakin bite's his lip.

Rex slowly moves his hand until it's touching Anakin's chin. Then he softly moves it so Anakin is facing him.

Rex looks at Anakin and smiles softly.

"It's okay, you look beautiful."

"Really."

Rex can see the hope shinning in Anakin's eye's.

"Yes you look beautiful."

They stare at each other for a long moment before Anakin gets embarrassed and ducks his head which causes the bell to ring.

He looks adorable.

Rex gently moves his head again until he is facing him.

Anakin's eye's shine in the light. He looks beautiful all red and Rex can hear his heart pounding. The bell rings a little and Rex kisses him.

At first it's soft and chaste. Anakin kisses him back and opens his mouth a little. Rex takes his chance to explore. They stay that way for what feels like hours but is only minutes.

Eventually they pull away to breathe.

Rex presses his forehead against Anakin before kissing him again.

The next time Rex pulls away he kisses Anakin's nose and then his neck.

Rex gently pushes Anakin until he is laying under him.

Anakin looks beautiful like that.

His eyes shine with love and Rex presses kisses on his neck.

Anakin gives a breathy whisper.

"I love you."

Rex smiles against his neck before leaning back and kissing him again.

"I love you Cyare."

Anakin shivers at the name.

"Sleep with me."

"Of course."

Rex moved them until Anakin is pressed against him. Rex moves his arm so it's slung around his waist.

Anakin nuzzles into his chest and sighs softly.

Rex kisses the top of his head and pulls him closer.

It doesn't take long before they both fall asleep. Safe from the cold and the war.

Alastor x Reader - Sleeping On His Lap

Here is my attempt at a Alastor x reader fanfiction. Took me awhile to kinda get into his character so please don't be mad if Alastor seems a bit off. Enjoy!

Sigh, it was another eventful day at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel as it was now called as a certain deer demon decided to change the name. You had spent all day doing certain tasks around the hotel such as helping Charlie create posters for the hotel, clean the rooms with Nifty, break up the brawl between Vaggie and Angel Dust as he had pissed her off one too many times and organize the bar for Husk as he was passed out drunk. You could have refused to do these things, but you enjoyed helping people, so it made it all worth it.

You had started working at the hotel after you had saw Charlie singing on the 666 news about the hotel and redeeming demons, only for her idea to be made a laughing stock upon everyone who watched the broadcast. You actually had mixed feelings about the whole redeeming thing, seeing as you weren't sure if someone like you could be sent to heaven, despite not being a very big criminal during your time when you were alive, but apparently doing a little shoplifting is enough to send you a one way ticket to hell. Charlie's words did inspire you a little bit, so even if you felt that you couldn't be redeemed, others probably had a better chance, so you decided to head to the hotel and ask for a job after the broadcast was cut off from the brawl with Charlie and Katie Killjoy. You were hired in a split second and immediately pulled into a bear hug by Charlie, and then introduced you to the others.

Back to the present, you began to feel extremely exhausted from moving around everywhere, so you headed over to one of the rooms with the long couches so you could take a rest. Heading into one of the rooms, you peeped around and saw that no one was there, which made it better as you really needed some peace and quiet. Heaving a deep sigh, you sat down on the couch, turning and falling back, as you laid your body down, with your head facing the front of the couch. "What a long day", thinking to yourself as your eyes slowly began to close and you were lulled into a deep sleep.

**2 Hours Later**

As you were sleeping, you felt the sensation of someone petting your head, the soothing feeling had awoken you a bit, but you quickly fell back asleep at the warm touch. You could feel that you were holding something in your dreams, and you assumed it was one of the pillows on the couch, so you brought it closer to your face and nuzzled it. "Mm, smells nice ", as the scent from the pillow was making you more relaxed, as it reminded you of a being in the middle of a deep forest. After sleeping for 30 more minutes, you slowly began to open your eyes, and try to make out what was in front of you. Expecting to see a pillow, you saw red stripes in front of you, "Huh?" As you were still trying to make out what was in front of you, a loud voice interrupted your thoughts: "Ah, awake now are we?", said a static voice above you. Eyes opening wide, you looked up from your position and saw Alastor staring down at you with his trademark smile. Slowly, you began to piece together that you were laying on his lap, and nuzzled into his chest as you were sleeping. "AHHHH", jumping up from your position, you rolled off his lap, and your body fell to the ground as you stared at Alastor in shock, as he continued to look at you with his glowing eyes, amused at your reaction. "Um, h-how long was I sleeping on your lap?", you softly asked, as your face was red, but your eyes were showing fear, as you remembered that Alastor did not like to be touch, and you happened to hug him in your sleep. "HAHA, For quite a while, darling. It was a very busy day, I assume?", Alastor said as he placed his arm on the armrest of the couch, and his hand against his cheek, smiling even wider.

Nodding your head, you slowly got up from your position, and started apologizing to Alastor, eyes aiming towards the ground and fingers twiddling together. Alastor raised an eyebrow and wondered why you were apologizing, to which you answered that you had hugged him in your sleep, and that he made it very aware that he did not enjoy physical contact from someone unless he initiated it, feeling extremely bad if you made him uncomfortable. Listening to you, Alastor's smile relaxed to a small grin as he looked at you with gentle eyes. He did admit that he was not use to being touch by others, and was quite surprised from the sleep hug, but he didn't detest it as much coming from you, which boggled his mind completely. It must be due to your kind and innocent nature that made him react different around you, as he was used to more of the common riff raff being terrified of him or trying to battle in a turf war, but how you were with him, made his black heart melt.

Feeling that Alastor was upset as he didn't respond to your apology, you quickly excused yourself and began to head over to the door to leave. A loud SNAP was heard and before you knew it, you had been teleported back on to the couch, this time being seated on Alastors lap. "A-Al, what are you doing?!", your face began to become as red as his hair, while your eyes stared at Alastor in shock. Smiling at you, Alastor moved his hand to your chin and tilted your face up: "There is no need to apologize, darling. If I had been upset about you hugging me, you possibly w̩͉͍̱̍̂̉̊o̫̼̐̎̋͜u͚͌l̳̓d̠͉̗͋̔͞'̼̳̣̼͊̏̾̾t͜͝ ͕̱͐͠ḇ̅e̙͗ ͍͓͔̱͍͛̔͌͘͞a̝̜̘̎́͒ḽ͒í̱̙̈́v̧̌e̠͠ ̢̹̜́́̈̀ͅr̲͇̳̅̽͌i̩͈̒̅ĝ̲̦̎ẖ̛̳̲͙̀͌̽͘ͅt͉̅ ͖̞͍̞́̋͛͛ň͚̫̦́͂̿͟o̱͌w̡̕" he said, as his eyes flashed for a second into radio dials. "However! I am not opposed to be touched by you. So no need to apologize, my dear.", Alastor said as he continued to smile at you widely, but his glowing eyes were looking at you softly, letting you know that he was not angry with you. Feeling shy, you turned your head away from Alastor, muttering a soft okay, as your heart was beating rapidly. "Smile my dear!" Alastor said as he moved his hand from your chin to your cheek, to have you look at him again. Baring through the embarrassing situation, you gave Al a small smile, which pleased him. "You always over do it, darling. While Charlie and I appreciate your efforts at helping the hotel, it does no good to work yourself to the point of fatigue. If you are ever feeling exhausted and need a break, don't be hesitant to come find me, as my radio tower is open to you. Understand, my dear?" said Alastor, as he leaned closer towards you, making you flustered again.

Nodding your head was enough to let Alastor knew you understood as he chuckled, while sliding you off his lap, and as he stood up from the couch. "Now then, we should probably head back to the lobby before the others get worried about our lack of presence.", He said, as he straighten his coat out, while turning towards you, extending his hand out for you to take it. "Yeah we should", as you grabbed his hand, and made your way with him back to the lobby. You were still trying to process what just happened between you and Alastor, but you feel like you both have become much closer then before, and you didn't mind it one bit.

Horror Movie Night😈 - Alastor x Reader

Charlie wanted to find an activity to bring everyone together, since a lot of the personalities in the hotel would clash. She had made a list of ideas, but majority of them were turn down for being too childish. The last option was a movie night with everyone, and surprisingly everyone agreed. The genre of movie was the real problem. Charlie wanted a musical. Vaggie had a preference for drama. Angel dust preferred either a steamy flick (aka porn) or comedy. Niffty voted for romance. Husk didn't really care, but he wouldn't be upset if it was an action movie. Sir Pentious was interested in historical / documentaries. Alastor was not a big fan of modern technology especially television, but he would give it a try if the movie was a horror. You enjoyed all genres of movies, so it didn't matter which one you saw. Coming up with an idea, you suggested pulling a name out of the hat, to decide the genre of movie that gets picked. Borrowing Husk's hat for a bit, everyone wrote their name on a piece of paper and tossed it in. After a quick shake, you grabbed the first piece of paper and pulled it out.

Yelp, looks like it was going to be a horror movie as Al's was the name you pulled out. Everyone had made their way to the couch, while some of them sat on the floor. They were all dressed in their pajamas. Niffty had made popcorn and drinks for everyone to enjoy during the movie. Charlie was lighting some candles to add some effect when the movie was playing. Next to you on the couch was Alastor. He was wearing a red stripped top, and black lounge pants. He seemed very cozy. "Hey Al. What movie did you pick?" Alastor looked at you, smiling big as always. 'Well my dear, I picked whatever seemed interesting! I hope you will enjoy it!" Giving an awkward smile back, your eyes turned toward the TV as soon as Charlie pressed play. You didn't mind horror movies, but being the scaredy cat that you were, they still made you scream.

The movie that Alastor picked was "The Descent." The start of the film was a bit slow, but it slowly began to build up overtime. It got to the point in the movie where the characters had entered into the large cave, to explore. Yeah, that was already a red flag. Scanning your eyes around the room, you took in everyone's reactions. Charlie and Vaggie were hugging the life out of each other. Niffty was smiling, but she was clutching on to her plushie very tightly. Angel was on edge and tried to cling on to Husk, only to be pushed back by him. Angel huffed and decided to a least grab Husk's hand for comfort, and Husk allowed that at least. Sir Pentious was cowering on the floor, wrapping his whole tail around him. Alastor was just smiling next to you, obviously enjoying where the movie was going. You, on the other hand, was getting a very bad feeling in your stomach as the characters kept exploring the cave. The pillow that you were holding was being used as a shield as you kept hiding behind it, waiting for something to happen.

The climax of the movie had arrived when the grotesque bat-like monster had made an appearance and proceeded to feast on one of the characters. Everyone in the room had screamed and jumped, including you, as you covered your face with the pillow. There was a chuckle to your right as Alastor was laughing, at both the movie and your adorable reactions. From the start of the film, Al was seeking glances at you, wondering what your next reaction would be. The face you made when the dread set in was highly entertaining to him. However, he did pity you a bit, as he could see that the movie was frightening you tremendously. Unbeknownst to you, you felt someone drape their arm behind your shoulders, pulling your body closer towards them. Looking up from the pillow, it was clear that it was Al who had done it. His eyes were still watching the movie, clearly enjoying the gruesome moments. Not saying a word, you continued to watch the movie, but the feelings of fear had diminished a bit due to Alastor's actions. The movie had finally ended, as the credits began to flash on the screen. Everyone gave a sigh of relief, except Al . Clapping with glee, he found the movie quite invigorating. Vaggie rolled her eyes at him, while whispering "creepy weirdo" under her breath. It had gotten super late, so it was time to head for bed.

Wishing everyone a good night sleep, you carried yourself back to your room, despite the prickling sensation that you felt crawling up your back. That movie was still on your mind, but you tried to push the fear away. Alastor was following from behind , since the both of you were next door neighbors. "Feeling alright, my dear? That picture show had you shaking like a leaf!" He was definitely smirking when he said that. "No s✪✪✪, Sherlock." Grumbling your response back at him, you continued to make your way to your cozy abode. Having arrived at the door, you turned to Al, who had just arrived at his door. "Good night, Alastor." "You as well, my dear!" Making over to the bed, you laid down and got under the covers, adjusting yourself to get comfortable. It took a while, but the droopy feeling had taken effect on your eyes, and you fell into a deep sleep. Pitch blackness was all around you. The muscles in your body felt like they had been ripped apart. The air felt heavy, almost dry like you were underground. Something was moving around you, circling you, watching you. The monstrous sounds it made created a haunting echo. You begged your body to respond, it was no use. The sounds were coming closer. No. NO! You bellowed out a scream.

"Y/N!!" Someone was shaking you, causing your eyes to snap open. Your body was shaking and there were tears in your eyes. You slowly realized that you had a nightmare. Alastor was in front of you, hands on top of your shoulders. His glowing eyes eyeing you with concern, yet his smile was still present. "A-Al? W-what's wrong? W-why are you in m-my room?" Struggling out a response, your eyes looked at Al in confusion. "My dear, I had heard your shrieks of terror and rushed over! It appeared you were having a nightmare! A rather horrible one at that!" He was still holding on to you, which gave you some comfort. "Oh, I'm so sorry if I disturbed your sleep." Taking in a few deep breaths, helped tremendously as you were able to talk properly and control the shaking. Shaking his head, Al had let go of your shoulders, and moved his hands to your cheeks. "Darling, there is no need for you to apologize! But, may I ask what were you dreaming about?" Massaging your cheeks like a cat, Al smiled down at you, softness in his eyes. Explaining it in full detail, Al realized that the film you had witness, was the main cause of the night terror. He had known that you were scared, but not to the point it would result in you kicking and screaming in your sleep. He needed to rectify this.

"Come along, my dear!" Your body left the sanctity of your bed, and ended up in Alastors arms. He was carrying you like a bride. "W-what Al?! Where are you taking me?!" Whispering at him, while your brain was trying to wrap around this situation. Cocking his head to the side, he gave you an optimistic smile. "To my room!" There was no time to refute back as the both of you had arrived at his door. Creaking loudly, the door to his room had opened by itself. His room was like something out of a story book. One side was the normal room decor, illuminated with candle light. The walls were plastered with Alastor's personal trinkets and stag heads. The other side was saturated in moss, tall pine trees looming above. Chirps of crickets could be heard and glowing fireflies were flying around. Eyes widening in amazement, you continued to gaze around the room, earning a laugh from Al. In the center of the room, was an enormous bed, covered in satin sheets and black pillows. "How... How were you able to do this?" You breathed out, as Al placed you on the bed. Raising an eyebrow, he smiled down at you, wagging his finger. "Ah ah ah! A magician never reveals his secrets, my dear!" A thought popped in your head: "Where was he going to sleep." Snapping his fingers, Alastor used his powers to snuff out the flames from the candles, leaving only the fireflies as a source of light. Realization hit you, causing you to jump off the bed, leaving Al staring at you in confusion. "Wait Al! Are you okay with this? Sharing a bed?" Alastor looked at you, head crooked to the side. "Why of course! Are you oppose to the idea? Haven't you had your share of sleepovers with the effeminate spider?" Well yes you had, but this situation was different. "I'm not opposed to it, but I don't want you to do something you aren't comfortable with." You told Alastor this, rubbing your arm with your hand.

He was still befuddled by your statement until he began to wrap his head around of what you were saying. How charming you were! Thinking of him and his aversion to physical contact. "Darling, There is no need to worry." His body moved to crawl under the covers, sitting on the bed and looking at you. His finger pointed towards you, beckoning for you to return back to the bed. Still hesitant about the whole situation and observing his body language, it came to your decision that he was really okay with it. Your feet carried you back over, and slowly made its way under the covers, plopping your head on the pillow. Al huffed, a little annoyed that you didn't follow his instructions. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you towards him. Your head was engulfed in his chest, feeling his chin, nuzzling it. "Comfortable, Y/N?" A warm breath whispered into your ear. His voice sent chills down your back, while also causing your heart to skip a beat. "Mmph" was your response, as your mouth was muffled against his chest. Hearing a hum from above, you felt Alastor nestle closer, hooking his leg over yours. The static emanating from him had quieted down and the thumping sound of his heart sounded much clearer. Extending out a yawn, your eyelids began droop while listening to the calming sound of Al's heartbeat. Soon, your eyelids had closed and you fell into a deep sleep.

Managing to stay awake, Al had watched you, making sure you were able to relax. He never in a million years thought he would be doing something like this. He was the radio demon, the most fearsome and all powerful overlord. Everyone trembled in fear from the sight of him, yet here he was now, cuddling you in his bed. He was getting soft, which displeased him greatly, yet he couldn't help but find it comforting as well. Your very-being was changing him, in both a good and bad way. Sighing, he pushed his thoughts away as he had a busy schedule tomorrow and needed to be well rested for his broadcast. Nuzzling closer, Alastor hugged you tighter. His glowing eyes dimmed and he had fallen asleep as well.

This picture says more than a thousand words❤️🐈

We have survived so much together.😢❤️

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sweet nothing | s. gojo x reader

in which gojo satoru and the reader cuddle to sleep. they're so in love. was written as a fem reader but im pretty sure it could also be seen as gender neutral!

Lazy days — like today — were your favourite. Those mid-autumn days where the summer heat finally broke and made way for a chilly breeze, and the sky looked a cool white instead of bright blue. The quiet clicking sound of your typing floated through the air in your otherwise quiet room, and along with the faraway sound of the shower running, aided in the creation of a quaint atmosphere.

Time went by, and just as you were finishing up your work on your laptop, you heard the shower turn off, and the distinct creaking of the hinges on your shower cabin door. With an exhausted groan, you decided you'd worked enough for today, and you stood up from your chair, stretching your sore body. Your head pounded as you turned around and walked towards the king-size bed you shared with your boyfriend, and the moment you were close enough, you let your body fall into the bed.

The relief was so acute you couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped your lips, your whole body melting into the Purple mattress your boyfriend convinced you to buy earlier that year. Gosh, who knew your mattress quality would have that big of an effect on your quality of life? Well, Satoru clearly did.

“Hey.” The sound of his voice pulled you from your thoughts, and you tiredly turned your head to the other side to look at him. Satoru, dressed in nothing but a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and a white towel on his shoulders, was shutting the bathroom door, steam escaping through the small crack. “You done?” he asked, lifting the towel around his neck to his hair and quite aggressively drying it.

You had half a mind to remind him how damaging towel fibers were for his hair, but, remembering the fact that his hair remained silky regardless of anything, you forewent the thought.

You didn't respond to his question immediately, your eyes idly roaming over his body from top to bottom. From the wet, white hair that was falling over those brilliant blue eyes of his, to the wide expanse of pale skin and taut muscles. “Hm?” he prompted, movements lithe as he walked to the vanity and uncapped his leave in conditioner — the only hair maintenance product you could convince him to use.

Your eyes automatically followed his movements, now meeting his in the mirror as you adjusted yourself and climbed into bed properly, albeit with no real intention of falling asleep. He seemed to have that effect on you. Like a sunflower turning towards its namesake, no matter where he went, you always gravitated towards him, both consciously and unconsciously.

“Yeah,” you responded eventually and grabbed the fantasy novel you were in the middle of, “there wasn't too much to do, anyway.”

He hummed in response, raking his product-coated hands into his hair before shaking it out. With effort, your eyes slid away from his and focused onto the open book in your lap, and you let yourself be taken away by the intricate world woven by the words of your favourite author.

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A few hours went by, and despite having ‘no real intention of falling asleep’, you fell asleep. Shocker.

It was now a little later in the day, the sun no longer cresting the sky, but rather melting into the horizon, the priorly pale gray sky turning varying shades of purple, pink and orange.

“Babe, do you think—” Satoru started, turning his gaze away from his phone, where he'd been checking his emails, to you, whom he was laying in bed next to, his (still shirtless) body angled towards yours. He had his phone in one hand, while the other was resting over your shoulder, idly playing with the ends of your hair. His question dissolved on his tongue at the sight of you asleep, eyes shut with your lashes fanning over your cheeks and lips ever so slightly parted, making way for soft breaths.

His own lips stretched into an amused grin, dimples etched into his cheeks. “I'm not gonna fall asleep, ’Toru,” he muttered, repeating your words from earlier. “I'm just gonna lay down!” He grabbed the book you had left open on your stomach and slipped the bookmark — that one the two of you had DIYed a few months ago (yes, he has a matching one) — back into it.

He turned the paperback over in his hand, long fingers splayed over the 500-page behemoth. It was by an author he'd seen you read numerous times, that one you had a whole shelf dedicated to. With a hum, he turned to place the book on his bedside table.

He twisted his torso away from you, that innate need for physical closeness to you keeping the rest of his body fixed in its spot. His defined obliques rippled with the motion, and he released a quiet noise from the back of his throat as he stretched to put the book down.

Straining to push it further with his fingers, as soon as Gojo was sure it was a safe distance away from the edge, he turned back to you, his arm snaking around your waist to pull you closer. Your arms, which were loosely folded in front of your chest, pressed against his hard chest when he pulled you into him, and you instinctively nuzzled closer, drawn by his body heat and the faint smell of his cologne.

He pushed his phone away before resting his hand on your upper back, his thumb rubbing unceasing circles between your shoulder blades, and he reached down to kiss the top of your head. Only lightly, though, he reminded himself, since he didn't want to wake you up.

One kiss turned into two, and he used his unoccupied hand to push away a strand of hair from your face to press his lips to your forehead, before the two kisses turned into three and the three into four.

He pressed another tender kiss to your temple, and you, despite his best efforts at remaining gentle, stirred in his arms, your eyes flitting back and forth underneath your eyelids. He cursed under his breath, mentally chiding himself before brushing a stray curl away from your face and whispering a soft, “Sorry, baby.”

You made a soft humming noise but, thankfully, didn't wake up, only rested your head against his arm. He let himself relax against you, content in watching you sleep while playing with your hair, and eventually, his eyes fell closed and he drifted off with the feeling of your soft, warm skin against his.

Man, lazy days were his favourite.