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Alastor teaches M/n how to hunt – Father!Human!Alastor x Son!Reader

WARNING!: Killing Deer, bathing someone (Don’t you dare make this sexual, eww.), mentions of weapons (rifle to hunt and hunting knife), Angst AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

A/N: If any of you make this one bathing scene sexual so HELP ME THE RADIO DEMON !! *Gets out the rolled up newspaper ready to smack your perverted heads* (Pic belongs to rightful owner)

TAGLIST: @l0liamk @dilucragnvindr-my-beloved @moiravim @meg-giry1 @wen01203

Words: 8 792

If Alastor hated one thing dearly, it was being compared to his Father. That’s why he NEVER acted like that vile man did. His Father forced him to learn how to hunt already when he was an 8 year old kid, for example.

M/n, his Son, was 11 years of age now, but he hated thinking about teaching him how to hunt. He knew it is important. Who knows if M/n will have to use that knowledge one day... But he deemed him way too young still. He loved animals.

Why was Alastor even thinking about this ? Because M/n asked him, for 3 months by now, if he could join him and learn how to hunt.

Alastor had to go today, but he didn’t want to drag M/n along. M/n knew that and with that locked all the doors to get outside and then hid Alastor’s house keys. Without them he can’t go, besides he wants to climb out a window and then be locked out by his Son.

“Please, Papa !”, M/n begged with big eyes.

“Mon petit (My little one), you are way too young for that.”, the Radio Host denied again.

“Why am I too young for it, Papa ? I wanna learn !”

“Cher, do you even know what hunting means ?”

“Umm...that you go out with a gun and look around ?”, M/n said in confusion.

Alastor chuckled and ruffled his Son’s hair.

“Almost, mon petit. But not correct !”

M/n pouted.

“Then TEACH me ! YOU are MY teacher and my FATHER !”, M/n reminded his Father.

The Radio Host eyed his Son for a long while. He was very unsure, he doesn’t want to be like his own Father was... He forced Alastor to learn and witness everything at a very young age. He was glad when he finally died.

“Are you absolutely sure about this, Cher ?”, he asked M/n gently.

His Son held pure determination in his eyes. Something the older male admired.

“I am very sure, Papa. I wanna learn everything you know.”

Alastor gave him a confused smile.

“Why ?”, he asked the kid.

M/n gave him a big smile.

“Because I wanna be just like YOU, when I grow up ! I wanna be as funny as you, skilled as you, nice as you, I even wanna do the same job as you when I grow up !”

The Radio Host was shocked, but felt very touched that his own Son wanted to be just like him. At the same time it was silly. He chuckled and ruffled M/n’s hair.

“Mon petit, you don’t have to be just like me. I want you, to be yourself. But...I would lie, if I wouldn’t say that I would love to teach you everything I know.”, the older male gave in.

His Son’s eyes sparkled.

“Does that mean you’ll teach me ?!”

Alastor sighed and then nodded, smile still present. M/n jumped up and down in happiness and the adult chuckled at his adorable display. He was nothing like his Father, his Father never cared to make Alastor happy. He never gave him time, as a child, to develop an interest in what he did, while his Mother did.

“Alright. So, hunting is not something that is taken lightly.”, Alastor started.

M/n instantly sat down on his Father’s bed, next to Alastor, listening intently. The Radio Host was almost amused by that display.

“Yes, hunting takes part in taking a hunting rifle outside with you and walking around, but you don’t do that to waste your time away. You are on the search of something.”

“And what is that, Papa ?”, M/n asked in curiosity.

“Food.”, Alastor answered and looked at his Son.

“Food ?”, the boy asked in confusion.

“Why yes. You know...the meat we consume, like chicken and fish...are animals. Living things. Our food.”, Alastor explained.

M/n looked at his Dad.

“I mean...I knew that, but why hunt it ? They die by themselves and then we eat them, right ? We find them and they are already dead.”

Alastor shook his head and laughed gently.

“No, no, no, Son. We hunt these animals, kill them and then we take the meat from them. We don’t wait for them to die, god knows if they had diseases that ended them. Some diseases can pass onto us as soon as we consume them, so we hunt them instead.”

M/n’s eyes were wide.

“What ? But what about the babies ?!”

Alastor smiled softly.

“There is a season for that. When the time arrives where babies are supposed to come, you are not allowed to hunt and kill animals. After the hunting season is back on track, you have to watch out and be careful that you don’t take away the Mother from a newborn. That does every hunter worth their salt.”

He looked at his Father worried.

“And the Fathers ?”

Alastor chuckled awkwardly.

“Well, most animal species only mate once and they usually don’t care about their newborns. As sad as that sounds, usually the males then leave and can even hurt the newborn. And when the newborn is a male and grows up, they might fight for dominance.”

“Oh...”

“Hey, don’t be so sad, Son. One animal leaves and three new ones are already there. Animals don’t die out that fast.”

He looked at his Dad.

“What are we hunting, Papa ?”

“I was going for a Deer. You want to tag along ?”

M/n nodded. He was sad about the animals, but first...they tasted good and second he wanted to learn.

“Okay then.”

Alastor got up and then left the room, when he came back he had a small hunting outfit in his hands and handed them to his Son. He took them.

“Put these on. They were formerly mine, when I was 12, but I don’t fit into them anymore and they might fit you.”

M/n nodded and left his Father’s bedroom, went to his own and dressed up. The clothes fit him perfectly.

As he showed up, his Father smiled brightly.

“Splendid ! They fit you perfectly !”, Alastor said happily and then grabbed his Winchester 1898 rifle hunting gun.

Then M/n saw, that his Father had a hunting knife in his belt too, sheathed.

“Papa ?”

“Yes, mon petit ?”

He pointed at the sheathed knife.

“What do we need the knife for ?”, he asked his Dad.

“That is a hunting knife. You never leave the house without it, in case you need it.”

“Oh. Okay !”

He smiled at his Son, then put on his coat and they both left.

“Rule number one, Son: You have to know where they might be.”

“Do you know where the Deers are ?”

“Always near the same location, yes. Just follow me.”

He did as told and after a while, which was 2 hours of walking, they arrived at a small river and saw a Stag, eating grass all alone, the birds were chirping very loudly, perfect. They can use that to their advantage. Alastor crouched down, behind a bush and M/n followed his example.

The Radio Host continued in a whisper, so the Stag won’t be alarmed.

“Rule number two and three: Don’t make any loud noises and never let the prey spot you. They hear you, they run away. They see you and they also run away. Deer are very jumpy and fast.”, he taught his Son.

M/n nodded at that. Then he watched his Father, very carefully, grab and pull his rifle, from his back, to his chest. He silently opened his gun and put two bullets inside it. He looked at M/n.

“Do you want to shoot it ?”, he asked his Son in a whisper.

M/n nodded gently. Alastor came closer and carefully handed M/n the rifle, positioned his hands where they had to be and then gently guided his hands and the rifle through the bush. He looked over the edge of the bush and saw the Stag still eating.

“There is a little hole on the top of the gun, you look through it with your right eye. You will have more focus and aim on the Stag then. Aim for the head.”, Alastor instructed, still in a whisper.

M/n did as he was instructed, with the help of his Father. Alastor was behind his Son, had his head next to his Son’s left side of the head, and focused his eyes too, to see if the front of the rifle lined up with its target. He smiled when M/n had it.

“Perfect, mon petit. Before you pull the trigger, I need to warn you. The rifle will have a strong recoil. Keep your arms relaxed, then the gun will recoil in your hands and your arms will be pushed up and you might fall back, but you won’t get hurt.”

“What if I stiffen my arms ?”, M/n whispered his question.

“Then you will seriously hurt yourself.”

“Oh...Okay.”

“I will be here and support you.”

“Okay.”

“Let’s shoot it together, mon petit.”

M/n nodded and then they both checked again. Everything was still perfect, Alastor took the safety off, then M/n and Alastor pulled the trigger together.

BANG !

M/n’s arms were in the air with the rifle, his ears ringing, the recoil made him fall into his Father’s chest and they heard a heavy drop.

“Oof !”, M/n let out as he collided with his Dad’s chest.

“I told you, I will catch you.”, Alastor said smugly.

M/n giggled and then looked over the bush. His eyes widened in happiness.

“I got it ! I got it, Papa !”, M/n cheered.

On the floor, was the Stag, dead. They got it good. The Radio Host chuckled and got up.

“That you did, Son. Good job. Now let us take it home, so I can skin it and store the meat, for us, away.”

“Okay ! Can I help ?!”

Alastor looked at his Son, his smile a bit tighter. He knew that M/n was definitely NOT ready for that.

“No. When you are older, I promise. Skinning and storing the meat away from an animal...is not a nice sight. For that, you really are still too young. Trust me, mon petit.”

M/n lost his smile and looked at his Dad in concern.

“Oh...okay... You’ll be okay ?”

“Cher, I skinned a lot of Deer, way before you even arrived !”, Alastor chuckled out.

He ruffled the boy’s hair.

“I’ll be okay, Cher.”, he said gently.

Then Alastor went to the Stag and heaved it up, then put his head under it and stood up, his right hand held its hind legs, his left hand held its front legs and behind his neck was its belly. With that he started going back home and M/n followed.

“Isn’t the Stag heavy ?”, M/n asked in concern.

“It is, but I carried a lot of animals and other things, so I have enough muscle to carry it. Don’t worry, Cher.”

“Okay...”

Alastor gave his Son a bright, proud smile.

“Hey, Son ?”

“Yes, Papa ?”, M/n replied.

“I know, I said it already, but...you did a spectacular job today. Your first time hunting and you got a Deer ! Normally kids that start hunting won’t even catch anything ! You caught a Stag. Deer are very hard to catch, without them running away before you can get them ! Congratulations.”, Alastor praised highly.

His Son smiled and it went brighter when he continued to praise him for a job well done.

“Thank you, Papa. It means a lot, coming from you.”, he replied with a big smile.

Alastor wanted to reply and had a warm smile on his face, as he suddenly felt something wet hit his nose. He froze up at that, his smile frozen. M/n got a wet drop on his forehead and they looked at each other, then up, into the sky.

More drops hit them and Alastor muttered under his breath.

“Oh, applesauce...”

They were still far away from home, they walked for like two hours.

“We should speed it up a bit, mon petit ! It is raining !”, Alastor said and fastened his steps, which M/n did too.

-Time skip-

It was raining heavily and it felt like buckets of water was poured over them, when they finally arrived at home. Alastor quickly unlocked the door and M/n rushed in, he took his soaked coat, shoes and socks off, then he opened the basement door, for his Dad.

Alastor brought the Stag into the Basement and then came back up, taking off his own soaking coat, boots and socks, then they both rushed upstairs and decided to dry off with towels, then put on comfortable clothes.

M/n was the first one to be in the living room and he decided to light up the chimney, so they will warm up faster. He wore extra clothes under his hunting clothes, while Alastor didn’t. He was soaked to the bone and came down, rubbing his arms, to warm up. As he saw the chimney lit, he sat down on the couch, in front of the chimney, and warmed up there.

His Son in the meantime was in the kitchen and turned on the stove, warming up the leftovers from their Lunch that day. It was enough for Dinner and they both hated food going to waste.

So while M/n was busy in the kitchen, warming up their Dinner, Alastor sat near the chimney and warmed up. Tomorrow he had to go to work again too. It was Sunday and the Radio Host hasn’t taken a day off ever since M/n turned eight years of age. It was pretty good for his record, after all, his NEW Boss was even stricter with him. Worst ? It was a woman...

A woman, M/n HATED. She couldn’t take a fucking hint.

After a few more minutes M/n dressed the table in the dining area and looked at his Dad.

“Dinner is ready, Papa.”

“Thank you, mon petit. I will be there shortly.”, the Father replied softly, voice sounding weak.

‘Did he get sick ?’, M/n thought worried.

He went to the table and poured his Father already the bowl, then his own. They had Gumbo. It didn’t take long and Alastor arrived too, sat down in his seat and they both ate Dinner.

What worried M/n the most though, was that his Dad immediately went to bed after. He never does that. He usually stayed up an hour longer after Dinner, played a game with M/n and then sent him off to bed. He was VERY worried. He cleaned the dishes and the empty pot, where the Gumbo was inside, and then went to bed himself.

-The next day-

M/n woke up and looked at his clock. He saw the time and sighed, getting up. His Dad should be in the kitchen already, making Breakfast. He got dressed and freshened up for the day at his Dad’s studio and then went down the stairs. He was confused as he saw the kitchen spotless and no smell of food was there.

‘Where is he ? Is he still sleeping ?’

He went back up the stairs and knocked gently at his Father’s door. No response. He opened the door and looked inside.

“Papa ?”, he gently called out.

In the bed was movement and a weak groan came from it too. M/n entered the room and stood next to his Father’s bed. He took a closer look at him and saw a red nose, cheeks flushed and his eyelids were red. M/n put his hand on Alastor’s forehead and pulled it back again. He was burning up.

He let his Father sleep and went to the phone. He called the Radio Station.

“Yes, Alastor ?”, a female replied.

‘Great...the pompous Bitch of a Boss...’

“Hello, Miss Ducasse. I am calling for my Father, Alastor Hazbin.”

“Oh...M/n Hazbin...what do you have to tell me, that your Father can’t, hmm ?”, she asked rudely.

“My Father is sick. He has a very high fever and I wanted to ask if I can call him in sick today, so we can get a doctor and get a look at how long and how serious his fever is. His forehead is burning up, but I don’t have a temperature yet. I would send you the testament and sick leave as soon as I have it.”, M/n promised.

It was silent at the other line, then she sighed, annoyed.

“Fine. But you better keep your word, otherwise your Father will be in big trouble and I won’t let this happen again.”, she threatened.

‘Sure you Bitch... You just want to get into my Father’s pants. Whore..’, he thought, rolling his eyes in anger and disgust.

“I will. I promise. Thank you and have a lovely day, Miss !”, M/n said happily.

She hung up, aggressively. M/n looked at his phone and scoffed.

“Rude.”

Then he dialed a doctor’s number. It was almost instantly answered.

“Hello, this is Dr. Thomas Hugo. How can I help you ?”, a man answered.

“Mr. Hugo ! Just who I needed, do you remember me, Sir ?”, M/n asked, glad it was his Father’s house doc.

“M/n ! What do you need, child ?”, the man asked surprised.

“I need you to come to my Dad’s house. I think Papa caught a very high fever and I need someone to check how bad it is and what I need to do, how long it might take. My Papa’s Boss wants a sick leave and testament as fast as possible. Can you make it ?”, M/n asked in an urgent and pleading tone.

The other line was silent for a bit, then he heard rustling.

“I am on my way, Kid. I’ll be there in 15 minutes, okay ?”, Hugo informed.

M/n smiled brightly.

“Okay ! Thank you so much !”, M/n said.

“Always, Kiddo. See ya in a bit.”

“Be careful !”

Then they both hung up and M/n went back to his Father’s room. Alastor was still in bed, sleeping, looking very sick. The boy made sure that his Father was wrapped in his blanket, then he opened his window, letting fresh air inside.

He stayed by his Father’s side, until the door knocked. M/n jumped up and rushed down the stairs. He opened the door and smiled brightly as he saw Dr. Thomas Hugo standing there. He hugged him tightly and then let him inside.

“Thank you for coming here on such a short notice. My Dad is still asleep. I opened the window for fresh air and he is covered by his blanket, so he shouldn’t get worse.”, M/n explained as he led the Doctor up the stairs.

“That was very good thinking, Kid. Fresh air clears the room of the bad and used air, chasing the bacteria and viruses away, cleansing the room.”, Dr. Hugo praised.

M/n smiled brightly, then he opened his Dad’s bedroom door and let the Doctor enter it before him. They both went inside and M/n closed the door behind himself. The Doctor was already approaching Alastor’s bed on the right side and took a look at his face.

“Puffy eyelids, red swollen nose and red cheeks...”, the man muttered.

He put a hand on Alastor’s forehead and pulled it away.

“Burning forehead...”

M/n waited for the diagnosis. Dr. Hugo pulled his bag next to himself and opened it, pulling out a thermometer. He turned it on and then gently opened Alastor’s lips, then put it into his mouth. The sick adult groaned, but didn’t do anything else.

After a few minutes, Dr. Hugo pulled it out and took a sharp inhale.

“That is serious. Deadly serious.”

“Why ? How high is it ?”, M/n asked.

“Before I tell you...How did he get sick ?”

“I think it was from yesterday. We took a walk and we were two hours away from home as it started to rain and it turned into a heavy one. I was dressed with two layers, Papa wasn’t. He only wore one layer and he was soaked through.”, M/n explained.

Hugo nodded.

“Okay, makes sense... Your dad has a very high fever. His temperature is 41°C. A normal one would be between 36, 5°C – 37,4°C.”

M/n stared at Thomas in shock.

“How do I get it to come down ? What do I have to expect ?”, M/n asked worried.

“He will be sluggish. He might have a cough, a cold, scratchy throat, a headache and stomach pains. He could also feel sick to his stomach, so he might not eat much. You need to go to a Pharmacy and get him something against his pains, stomach and cough. I will write you some recipes. Give him much water and tea, don’t leave him out of your sight, help him to the bathroom and everywhere else, air the room a lot and put a cold rag on his forehead. I will give him a sick leave for 7 days and then I will come back, to check on him.”

“Okay. Can I get the sick leave twice ? Papa’s Boss sometimes let the sick leaves of Dad’s disappear.”

Thomas nodded and made him two sick leaves, signed them and then made a testament twice too, then he wrote M/n the recipes for the medications. He also wrote a few tea kinds down and what food Alastor should be able to consume while he is sick. Then he gave it all to M/n.

“If you run out of the medication too fast, give me a call and I will get more and come over, okay ?”, Thomas told the boy.

“Okay. Thank you so much, Dr. Hugo.”

The Doctor smiled and ruffled the boy’s hair.

“No problem, Kiddo. I hope you know what to do from here on. Do you need money ?”

“No, Sir. I know where Dad has some, that I can use.”

“Good, alright. Be careful when you go shopping and don’t get in trouble, yeah ?”

“I will, I promise.”, M/n swore as he led Thomas out of the house again.

“Good. Good luck, Kid. Take good care of your Dad.”

“I will. Be careful on your way back and I hope you will have a lovely day.”

The Doctor smiled and then left. M/n closed the front door, then he dashed to his own room and dressed up, to go out. He then rushed to his desk and wrote a note for his Dad.

‘I’m shopping and giving the annoying Boss your sick leave. You have very high fever and are written sick, I’ll get the medication. Stay in bed ! Love you, Papa !’

He took the piece of paper and put it next to his nightstand, then left a sick leave and testament from the Doctor there, in case his Dad needs to look it over. He also put his glasses there, so he can reach them better and doesn’t have to move too much, then he went to his Father’s black dress pants and pulled out his wallet.

He took out a 50 dollar bill and three 20 dollar bills. He hoped that was enough. He took the second testament and sick leave from Dr. Hugo after that, with the medication recipes and notes, the Doc made. He snatched his Dad’s house keys, and then left, locking the front door, then left for the town.

His first stop was his Father’s Radio Station. He entered it and got greeted instantly by his Dad’s coworkers, warmly.

“Hello, M/n ! Where is Alastor ?”, a friendly fellow asked.

His name was Francisco Zuft. He was a good friend of Alastor’s.

“Hello, Mr. Zuft. My Father is sick. He caught a high fever. I am here to bring the Boss his sick leave.”, M/n replied friendly.

“Oh dear... Wish him well from me.”

“I will, Sir.”

With that they parted ways and M/n knocked on Miss Ducasse’s door.

“Come in !”, she called.

M/n opened it, after an eye roll of annoyance. He peaked his head inside.

“Miss Ducasse ?”, he called out gently.

She looked up.

“Ah, M/n. What have you gotten for updates for me ?”, she asked rudely.

‘I want her so dead...’

“My Father has a high fever of 41°C. He was written sick for a week, for now. Then he will be checked up on again. Here is the testament and the sick leave from his house Doctor.”, M/n said and gave her the papers.

She took them and read through them. She sighed and nodded.

“Alright. This is serious, your Father is excused. Thank you for bringing the papers to me. You may leave.”, she said with distaste.

‘Bitch.’

“Thank you. Have a lovely day, Miss.”, he politely said and then left.

As he was about to leave, a lot of Alastor’s coworkers swarmed M/n and asked him to send him their get well wishes and they wanted M/n to come back tomorrow. They had something planned for Alastor. He agreed and then left, wishing them all a lovely day.

He rushed to the Pharmacy. A kind, young Lady looked at him.

“Can I help you, little boy ?”, she asked gently.

“Yes...umm...”, he answered and nervously fumbled in his coat pockets.

He pulled out the notes and recipes. He handed her the recipes for the medications he needed.

“I need these medications for my Dad. He has a very high fever and I am taking care of him. Do you have any of these or maybe something that comes close ?”, M/n asked, politely.

She took them and read through them. She smiled at the boy and nodded.

“We do have these medications, wait here for a bit.”

Then she left and came back after a few minutes. She had small and big versions of the medications.

“Do you want the big ones or the smaller ones ?”, she asked.

“Depends on the price, Miss. Can we look how much ?”, M/n asked gently.

“Of course.”, she replied kindly.

She scanned the small ones and they made 26.78 Dollars in total. Then she scanned the big ones and they made 40 Dollars in total. M/n took his chance.

“I will take the big ones.”, he chose.

“That would be 40 Dollars. Do you want a bag, Kiddo ?”, the woman asked.

He gave her a smile.

“That would be nice. Yes, please.”, he said politely, while he pulled out two 20 Dollar bills.

She nodded and pulled out a bag, putting the medications inside the bag, then she took his money and she gave him the bag.

“Have a good day, Kiddo and take good care of your Dad.”, she told him with a warm smile.

He smiled back.

“Thank you, Miss. I hope you will have a lovely day.”

Then he left the Pharmacy and rushed to the store. He took a shopping cart and rushed through the aisles, taking what he needed for the food, his dad can consume, looking at the price tags and calculating the price in his head. Some stuff was lowered in the price, which was positive ! He saved up money.

He needed vegetables A LOT of them, some seasonings they ran low on them, then he bought chicken meat, some crackers without salt, Rusk, eggs, milk, a lot of water and some other small things his Dad can snack on.

For all of that stuff, he had to pay 30 Dollars, then he bagged it all, shoved the cart back into its place and rushed home with the bought goods.

-Time skip-

M/n was home and unlocked the door, he carried the food inside the house and into the kitchen, then he stored it away and rushed up the stairs, while opening his coat. He entered his Father’s room and saw that he was NOT in his bed, but a lot of tissues were on the floor. He looked around the room and then heard the flush of the toilet in his bathroom.

The door opened five minutes later and his Father walked out, looking like death warmed all over him. He knocked on the door and it caught Alastor’s attention. He looked at him and gave him a weak smile.

“Hey, mon petit. Did you get everything ? Have you had any trouble ?”, he asked with a hoarse voice, quietly.

“Hey, mon papa malade (My sick papa). I did get everything and I had no trouble. I got the medication and took the big packs. I took 110 Dollars from you and gave out about 70 Dollars. They had a lot of prices reduced, so I saved a lot. The medications were 40 Dollars, but the small packs would have costed more in the long run. They were all together almost 27 Dollars.”, M/n explained gently, minding his voice.

Alastor sat down on his bed, coughed and nodded. He held his head, his head was pounding horribly.

“I gave your sick leave and the testament to your Boss. I asked Dr. Hugo to make us two, in case she makes your sick leave disappear again.”

“That’s good, Cher.”, Alastor weakly said, proud of his Son.

“I will make you some soup now, lay down and try to get some more sleep. After you ate something, you can take the medications.”

“Of course, mon petit. Thank you.”

“No problem, Papa. Leave it all to me. I will take care of you.”

With that he left the room and went back into the kitchen. He took out a bottle of water, he had to stop a few times to continue and carry the heavy package, but he was proud he got it so far, then he brought the bottle of water to his Father’s room, with the remains of the money he took and a cold, wet rag.

His Father was laying down again, under the covers. M/n put the bottle on his side table next to his bed, then he brushed his Father’s hair back and put the cold rag on his forehead and put the remaining 40 Dollars onto his desk in his room.

“Thank you, Fils (Son).”, Alastor rasped out, sighing in relief at the coolness on his head.

“No problem, Papa.”

Then M/n left and entered the kitchen. He searched through the cupboards for his Grandmother’s recipe book. He found it and opened it, looking for a chicken soup recipe, after he found it, M/n read it.

Then he pulled out a cutting board, knife, a pot, the ingredients he needed and two bowls. Then he got to cutting the vegetables first and put them in the first bowl, after that he cut the chicken meat and put it into the second bowl.

He put butter into the pot and turned on the stove, heating up the pot.

-Time skip-

He loved his Grandma, even though he never got the chance to meet her. Her recipe was perfect, it tasted amazing and he didn’t burn down the kitchen ! The soup was done and he filled a bowl, for his Papa and put a spoon inside it. He brought it to his Father’s room and saw him sleeping.

He seemed to be sleeping better than before. He put the bowl of soup down on the nightstand and then left again, getting the medicine and his own bowl of food. He sat down next to his Dad and took the wet rag off of his forehead.

“Papa...wake up...”, M/n called gently.

“Mmmnnn... Five more minutes...”, Alastor sleepily replied.

The boy giggled.

“Papa, the food is getting cold.”, he informed the adult.

The adult sat up carefully at that, eyes very small from sleep. He yawned.

“Already ?”, he asked his Son.

“Yes, I cooked for a while.”

Alastor put on his glasses and then looked at the clock.

“Huh.”, he said in shock as he saw how late it was.

Then he coughed.

“Barely awake and coughing already.”, M/n said in pity.

Alastor weakly waved it off and then grabbed his own bowl. He smelled it and looked at his Son in shock.

“You...You made Mama’s recipe ?”, he asked with a cough interrupting him.

“I did. I looked through the cabinets and cupboards just to find the cook book of Grandma. She wrote it so detailed, that I had no trouble making it. I hope you will like it. Oh, and your coworkers wish you all a get well soon greeting.”, M/n informed.

Alastor smiled and weakly ruffled his Son’s hair.

“Thank you, mon petit. What would I do without you...”

“Probably be in agony right now.”, M/n replied jokingly.

Alastor let out a raspy chuckle, then a cough.

They dug in together and Alastor had to admit, M/n cooked it exactly like how his Mother used to cook it. Not even Alastor could get the head on the nail, but his Son did it. He remade it and it felt like his Mother made it.

He ate two bowls of it, while M/n ate three, he received his medications after and took them. Cough syrup, something against his cold and stomach and then a painkiller for his head. Then he was back to sleeping, with a new cold rag on his forehead.

As Alastor woke up again, he saw that M/n left him a bag with snacks he should be able to consume. He smiled. His Son knew him too well.

It was nighttime and he needed the bathroom. The sick Radio Host winced as he felt his bladder, almost exploding. His Bedroom door opened and in came his Son, checking on him. He turned the lights on, making Alastor groan and shut his eyes tightly.

“Sorry, Papa. I thought you were still sleeping. I wanted to open your window again, for fresh air. Night air is always the best.”

“It...It’s alright, Cher.”, he replied with a cough.

“Do you need anything ?”, the kid asked.

“Bladder...”, the man got out.

M/n nodded, quickly opened the window and then went over to his Dad. He helped him out of the sheets and the bed, guiding him to the Bathroom door. He could feel how weak his Father was, he could barely hold himself on his own legs...

“Yell if you need my help. I will wait outside of the door and then heat up the soup again, for Dinner, then you get your medications again and then it is back to sleep for you.”, M/n told his Father, like he scheduled it.

Alastor smiled and chuckled weakly in amusement. His Son really was strict with him, so he can recover just fine.

“Alright, Son.”, he agreed and then shut the door into the Bathroom.

While he was in the Bathroom, using the toilet, M/n was worried sick.

‘Am I doing this right until now ? Papa would have been the same with me...The few times I was sick he was very strict, but it helped...Am I cornering him too much ? But he didn’t complain yet...Does this mean that I am doing this right ?’

The boy never had to take care of his Dad, like this, before. Alastor had small colds, small coughs and once or twice a small stomach bug, but he usually could always handle himself and just asked M/n for small things. Like a bucket, new pack of tissues, heating up food, a bottle of water or even paper towels. Alastor never was so weak, that he couldn’t handle himself. This was entirely new to M/n and he was scared that he is fucking it all up...

He was snapped out of his thoughts as he heard his Father retching. The boy instantly opened the door and saw his Dad vomiting into the toilet. It hurt his little heart. He left and started to get the medicine, a bottle of water, a glass and some paper towels, in case he wasn’t fast enough and some was on the floor. When he returned, the toilet was flushed and Alastor leaned against the wall of the Bathroom, looking absolutely miserable.

M/n looked at the toilet and saw that some sick was on the floor and stained his Father’s shirt. He seemed very weak, so he decided to help his Father, as uncomfortable as it was going to be for the both of them...Alastor couldn’t stay in his soiled clothes.

He wiped away the stain on the floor and threw it into the trashcan in the room, then he looked at his Father.

“You need a bath. You look like death warmed all over you, Dad. And that is the nicest way to tell you, how miserable you look. Not even your smile is still there.”

“And who will undress me ? I am far too weak, Son.”

“You are speaking to the answer.”

The man’s eyes widened, in shock and slight worry.

“Absolutely not, M/n.”

“I am supposed to take care of you, Dad. You are my responsibility. You helped me with everything too, when I was sick. Now...it’s my turn to help. This is nothing new to us, just the roles are reversed.”, M/n reasoned with his Father.

He looked at his Son, still not convinced.

“Your body is too weak to handle itself properly. Your shirt is covered in sick, you are sweating terribly too, which causes you to smell bad later. Let me help you wash up and all is well. I won’t be scarred. I admit, it is weird and uncomfortable, but I want to help you feel better. We are both guys. It is nothing we haven’t seen.”

Alastor eyed his Son for a while and then he sighed.

“Alright...BUT, as soon as we feel too uncomfortable, I want us to stop.”, he said with a few coughs in between.

M/n nodded softly, then he let water into the Bathtub and some bath foam, for bubbles. After the water was running he turned to his Father, who still sat on the floor, back leaned against the wall. The boy rolled his own sleeves up and then approached his Father.

“First we get your arms out and then we pull it over your head, so the sick won’t get in your face and you don’t have to hold your arms up for long.”

M/n grabbed his Father’s left arm and maneuvered his arm out of the sleeve, then he did the same with the right arm, then M/n grabbed the front of the shirt, careful to not touch the stain of sick, and pulled the shirt over his Father’s head. After the shirt was off, M/n folded it and put it away, so he can wash it later.

“Now, stretch your legs out and lift your hips, we pull it all off in one go.”, M/n instructed.

Alastor did as told and soon enough he had only socks still on. M/n took them off and then helped his Father up. He guided him to the Bathtub and helped him inside, gently. As he sat in the tub, M/n put the ruined clothes away, while Alastor sighed in comfort at the warm water.

“I’ll be right back. I am going to get you towels and a new set of Night wear.”, M/n informed his Father.

“Alright.”, he replied weakly.

The boy left and started to collect everything, while Alastor relaxed in the bathtub, turning off the faucet. As he returned with the towels, new set of Pyjamas and a measuring cup, for the hair wash, he saw his Father relaxed. That made him happy.

He put everything on the cupboard near the sink and then approached the bathtub again. He took a washing cloth and wettened it. Alastor opened his left eye, lazily.

“Hey, Son.”, he weakly got out.

“Hello again, Papa.”, the kid greeted back.

He took his Father’s favorite soap and gently lifted the parent’s left arm, then he put some soap on it and started to spread it with the cloth, washing him. Alastor felt uncomfortable at first, but he slowly started to relax into it. This was his Son, he wouldn’t do anything perverted to him.

M/n washed his Father everywhere. Arms, back, chest, neck and he washed the armpits twice too. The two of them agreed that Alastor will wash his legs and man parts himself. M/n helped his Father sit up and held his legs up, because his body was too weakened to do that all itself for longer than 10 seconds. He was grateful to have his Son right now.

The Radio Host got cold in the water and M/n turned the hot water on, to fill the tub a bit more, warming up the bath. When Alastor said it was good enough, the kid shut the water off again and he washed his Father’s hair. The grown up would lie, if he said, that he hated having his hair washed.

M/n massaged his head, while he washed his hair. It felt nice and relaxing. He almost fell asleep, but before he could even think about nodding off, M/n washed his hair out and then got the toilet seat ready, for Alastor to sit down on.

“Alright, now you gotta get out, Pa.”, M/n said.

Alastor sighed and carefully got up, then used M/n as support. Even though the child was just 11 years old, he was strong and wise. He carefully got out of the tub and M/n wrapped a towel around his waist, never once looking and seeing his Father’s tool (Quite the achievement), then he guided him to the toilet seat and sat his Father down. He grabbed a smaller towel next and wrapped his Father’s hair in it, then got a bigger one and started to dry his back, chest, neck and arms.

“Do you want to dry the rest ?”, he asked his Dad.

“Yes.”

M/n nodded. He decided to turn his face to the wall next to him and shut his eyes.

“If you need standing support, I am here. I won’t look.”

Alastor did need the support as he got up. He used the towel around his waist and started to dry the rest of himself, always holding onto M/n when he felt unsteady. After he was dry, he held the towel in front of his crotch.

“I’m done, Cher.”

“Okay. I will turn back around and give you, your underwear.”, M/n informed.

“Okay.”

M/n did as he told Alastor and turned away again, letting his Father use him as support, so he can put on his underwear. After that M/n told his Father to sit back down and he put his pants on him and helped him into his shirt, then he put new socks on his Father too. He smiled as they were finished.

“All done now. Look at you. You are sparkling clean, in new clothes and you look way better than you did a few minutes ago, Papa ! Now we need to style your hair.”, M/n said happily.

Alastor smiled and chuckled. M/n instantly got to work, having watched his Dad do his hair multiple times.

-The next day- (Damn is this shot long...)

After M/n helped his Father into the Bathroom and back into his bed, in the morning, made sure he ate, took his medications, had some food in his stomach and a new bottle of water, with a glass, tissues and a bucket filled with water, he decided to leave the house and head back to the Radio Station.

As soon as he arrived, he was swarmed with his Dad’s coworkers. They lead him into a small room and he was confused. He saw nothing changed, so why were they there ?

“Guys...what did you plan on doing ?”, M/n asked them.

“Don’t worry ! We are getting everything ! You’ll love it, M/n ! We hope it will be helpful to you and your Father too.”, Tony said happily.

Tony Justa was another coworker that was close with Alastor. They weren’t friends per say, but they got along very well and acted, most of the times, like Brothers. It was surprising that someone, who was white skinned, liked Alastor so much. But here Tony was, a white skinned man and he had no problems with M/n’s Papa. He found the whole racist stuff absolutely stupid. M/n couldn’t agree more with him.

“Okay then. You better have something good planned for your petit frère platonique (platonic little Brother).”, M/n teased Tony.

Tony chuckled and rubbed his neck with a soft look. No one knew, but Tony was two years older than Alastor and while they never officially called each other Brothers, they behaved like Brothers. There was no term for such a bond yet, so M/n called them platonic Brothers.

Soon enough the other coworkers came inside and all of them had small baskets or bags in their hands. Francisco gave Tony his bag and then he left M/n’s side and stood in – between the small group and M/n, who looked confused.

“We all wanted to help you and Alastor back to health, so we decided to make small gift bags with get well cards !”, Tony announced.

At that M/n’s eyes went wide in surprise. He didn’t expect that. The others just nodded with big smiles.

“Why would you all do that, you saps ?”, M/n asked gently.

Another coworker chuckled, Peter Geraldo.

“Because, silly, you and your Father brighten up the days here and always make us laugh or at least smile. Without you two here...it’s just not the same. You two always gave us something when you were here, so now it’s our turn.”, Peter stated.

The others nodded. M/n smiled at them and chuckled.

“You are such thoughtful good friends and coworkers. Thank you.”, M/n said softly.

The group smiled and then started to give M/n the bags. They always told him what was in them and M/n couldn’t be happier. One of the discs Alastor had his eyes set on for a while, teas, juices, get well cards, fruit in a lunch box, vegetables, teas they made at home themselves, fruit pies, small snacks for Alastor to munch on and more.

Peter, Francisco and Tony were the last ones. They had the biggest bags.

Peter gave M/n his bag first.

“In there are two cards. One is for him and one for you, Kiddo. Some sweets you like and some things your Dad likes. There are two kinds of tea inside too and two big boxes of different juices.”, he told the boy.

He smiled at Peter and hugged him tightly.

“Thank you, Pete.”

“No problem, Kid. You need some appreciation and care too.”, he replied and rubbed the kid’s back.

Peter stepped back and Francisco was next. M/n gently took it from him.

“There are some homemade teas inside, two recipes that Alastor would love to have they will also power up his Immune System, some homemade spices, a small Coupon that holds 30 Dollars, a strong homemade juice, some tissues, a few sweets for you, some cut fruits in a lunchbox and a little something for you to keep around, Kiddo.”, he said, winking at him.

M/n was curious, but decided to wait until he was at home. He smiled brightly and hugged Francisco.

“Thank you, France.”, M/n said.

“No problem, Kiddo. Peter was right, you also need some appreciation and care.”

How did M/n just get so lucky, with Alastor and now his friends and colleagues, become his too ? Just how lucky was he ?

They parted from the hug and Tony was last. He had a big, gentle grin on his face and handed M/n the big bag.

“There are two juices for each of you two. Two are for your Dad and his Immune system and two are for you to just enjoy and stay healthy with, they are all four homemade too. Two of your favorite teas, homemade, are also in there, some sweets and snacks for you and Alastor, I baked you some of your favorite pastries yesterday too, I know how much you love them. Then I bagged two packages of your Dad’s favorite Coffee in there and I gave you, for food shopping, two 50 Dollar Coupons. I also went around and got you and Alastor each a small little surprise. I hope you two will like them.”

M/n had small tears in his eyes with a big smile. He hugged Tony tightly, which he returned.

“Thank you so much, Oncle (Uncle) !”, M/n said happily.

Tony froze for a split second and then tightened his hug, a big, warm smile on his face.

“No problem, Neveu (Nephew).”

They parted and M/n looked at the time, his eyes widened a slight bit.

“Applesauce ! I need to get home, before Papa wakes up ! Whenever he wakes up he needs me to help him around !”, M/n said, cursing. (Yes, he cursed by saying Applesauce, just like Papa.)

“Is he that weakened ?”, Tony asked worried.

M/n sighed and nodded.

“He has a very high fever and it is hard to get it down...His body is not coping very well with it and he can barely move around on his own. He is...pretty weak right now.”, he told the three still in the room.

“He gets his Medicine ?”, Francisco asked.

“Yes, he does. I always give him his medications when he ate something. Even if it was a small piece of bread.”, M/n answered.

Tony hummed in thought, trying to think of something that might help his, platonically claimed, little Brother. Then he came up with a few things.

“You will need Peppermint tea, it will help with his throat and the coughs, it gives him better rest and his body will relax a bit more. Peppermint has also antiviral properties, and can help to relieve pain, reduce inflammation, and clear congestion. It has the trait to warm you from the inside out. Chamomile tea is also good. It reduces cold symptoms, boosts the immune system, and reduces inflammation. Also if his eyes hurt a lot or they even start to fester, just drown a piece of paper towel in the tea and put it over his eyes, it works wonders. I also would recommend Hibiscus Tea. It will give him a lot of Vitamin C, which his body will need.”, Tony listed off.

Francisco, Peter and M/n stared at him in awe at his knowledge.

“What ? I had to take care of my parents a few times and my Sister. I researched where I could.”, Tony defended himself with a small pout.

M/n smiled and hugged him again.

“Can you write it down for me ?”, he asked the adult.

“I will do you one better. After work, I will get it and come visit. I will help you with Alastor. How does that sound ?”, Tony offered.

M/n looked at him with big eyes.

“But I was supposed to take care of him. What if he makes you sick too ?”

“You will still take care of him, but with a bit of help, so you don’t have to stress yourself around, Kiddo. And if I get sick, I have my Family to look after me AND I will get a break from work. It is a win for me.”

M/n put his finger on his chin and hummed in thought, then he looked at him again and nodded. Okay, deal !

Tony smiled brightly.

“Then I’ll see you later. Now rush home, before Al realizes you ran off.”

The boy nodded and then ran off as fast as he could, yelling Goodbye. Tony chuckled.

“This kid is just what Al needed. Now he has someone that will take care of him again.”, he said to Peter and Francisco.

“Yeah. It’s nice to see that Alastor has someone else to care for him now. After all, we all aren’t getting younger.”, Peter replied with a chuckle and a warm smile.

Francisco nodded, smiling brightly. Then they got back to work. While M/n was home in record time, before his Father woke up and even realized he was out.

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A/N: Yes, it is finally out and I am out of the WIP for part two ! ^^ YASSSS !!!

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Patient Alastor – Father!Human!Alastor x Son!Reader

WARNING!: None. Just a LOOOOT of Fluff and some clingy Alastor. Just if you squint.

A/N: This is the second part of Alastor teaches M/n how to hunt. Again, DON’T YOU DARE TO MAKE ANYTHING PERVERTED ! *Holds up the rolled up newspaper, ready to smack perverted heads* (Pic belongs to rightful owner, let us pretend that blush is because he is sick, there are no sick Human!Alastor fanarts *Pout*)

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M/n put all the bags away, took off his jacket and shoes and then went to his Father’s bedroom. Just as he opened the door, he saw his Father waking up.

“Hey, Dad. How are you feeling ?”, M/n asked gently.

He entered the room and closed the door, opening the window again.

“A slight bit...better.”, Alastor replied with a hoarse voice and a cough.

M/n hummed and sat down next to his Father, on his bed.

“Do you need anything ?”, the boy asked.

“...Yes...”

“What is it ?”

“Hug.”, Alastor replied.

M/n looked at his Dad, who lifted his blanket. M/n sighed and got under the covers and into his Father’s arms. Alastor let the blanket back down and snuggled with his Son, close to his chest, humming comfortably. He needed that comfort right now.

“Only for 30 minutes, Dad. I need to cock us some food soon.”, M/n gently told him.

“That is enough time for me, mon petit. (My little one)”, Alastor replied with a few coughs.

M/n hugged the sick Radio Host back, tightly and rubbed his back gently. It had his Father melting slightly and he relaxed into a light sleep soon after. After 25 minutes, M/n started to carefully get out of his Father’s embrace, but he tightened his grip.

“Mine.”, Alastor mumbled out.

“Dad...I have to start cooking.”

“I still have five minutes. Mine.”

“I know, but...”, M/n tried to get out of the hug.

Alastor tightened his grip even more.

“Mine.”

“Papa, I am not a Plushie.”

“Hmmm...you are right now. MY Plushie. Now be a good Son and give me my last four minutes.”, Alastor argued back and made no move in loosening his grip.

M/n huffed and gave up, giving his Father his last four cuddle minutes. He didn’t actually hate it, but he remembered that he had to wash dishes, which will take more cooking time from him.

“Oh, by the way...”

“Hum ?”

“Tony is coming over later, for a visit.”, M/n informed.

Alastor froze.

“Tony ?”, he asked with his voice slightly higher.

“Yes. He wanted to bring over some teas. Your coworkers also wanted to give you something. I collected it already, but...you won’t let me go to get the items.”, M/n said with a slight tease.

He knew that his Dad was now curious. Alastor sighed and slumped.

“I hoped no one will see me in this state...”

“Dad, it’s okay to be sick and ask for help. Also, even though you and Tony never made anything official, you two behave like Brothers around each other. I call you both platonic Brothers. You tease each other like Brothers, you joke around like Brothers, you pull small pranks like Brothers...you two just give off the vibes.”, M/n told his Father with a gently smile.

Alastor was shocked to hear his Son say that.

“I...I never thought...about it like that...You really think so, mon petit?”, Alastor asked with a cough.

“We all think so. Tony has no problem, with me, calling you two platonic Brothers. He likes it especially when I call you his platonically little Brother. Because you are two years younger than him.”

Alastor blushed slightly at that, not in a romantic way, but in slight embarrassment. He never thought about any of that in that way. Yes, Tony and him got along just fine, they understood each other, despite their differences. He also noticed that they were quite close, even though they never said that they were friends. They were very similar and never let a good laugh escape them.

Alastor smiled a bit brighter. Yes, Tony and him can be something like Brothers. It...doesn’t sound as wrong as he would have thought. Alastor always wanted a big sibling, guess now he had an older Brother. He looked at his Son.

“And you...don’t mind it...at all ?”

The boy chuckled.

“Are you kidding, Dad ? No. I don’t mind at all. It is funny and nice to see that you found someone, who could be like a bigger sibling to you. I mean it. Now I have an Uncle.”

Alastor chuckled hoarsely. Then he opened his arms, letting M/n out of his warm embrace.

“Now you got me curious. What did my colleagues send me ?”

“Us, Dad. Wait here, sit up slowly and I will be right back.”, M/n replied and dashed off.

The sick man smiled and slowly sat up. Soon enough M/n returned with bags in his hands. Alastor’s eyes widened in shock, but his smile didn’t drop.

M/n put the bags on the bed and Alastor got to slowly unpack the first one. The little boy decided that he will give his Father Peter’s, Tony’s and Francisco’s bags last.

“In them are things for the both of us. Sweets are mostly for me, considering that you hate them most of the time.”

“I hate sweets all the time, mon ange (My Angel).”, Alastor uttered out.

‘That’s a new pet name...Not bad, even though it sounds more fitting for a girl...’

“Not all the time, you liar.”, M/n denied.

“When did I like sweets, hm ?”, Alastor asked, skeptically.

“You like Tony’s Lemon cupcakes, because they taste a lot like Lemon and barely sweet. Even the glazed sugar is sour and tastes like lemon. It is still a sweet pastry, but you like it. And let us not forget that you eat Beignets too.”, M/n called his Father out on it.

To be honest, Alastor forgot about that entirely. He made a surprised hum and then looked into the bag again.

“Fair enough. I see your point, mon petit.”

“I think you can sort everything from the bags. Most of them have a lot for you, some of it you will immediately know, is just for me. I will be making Lunch until then, any wishes ?”

Alastor looked at his Son and thought about it.

“Chicken Gumbo ?”, he asked his Son.

M/n nodded and left. He can make that. They barely had chicken Gumbo, but it seems his Father had a chicken craving right now, more than venison.

The boy entered the kitchen and sighed gently as he saw the dirty dishes he still had to wash, but he quickly got to it. He filled the sink with hot water, grabbed a sponge and some dish soap, then he went to washing the dishes.

After he was done with that, he started to get everything out, he needed, and started to prep everything for the Gumbo. He cut the vegetables, the meat and then got to making the dish itself.

-Time skip-

The Gumbo was almost done in a few minutes, as suddenly someone knocked on the front door. M/n rushed to the front door, opened it and saw Tony standing there, with a bag in his hand.

“Bonjour (Hello), M/n.”, Tony greeted.

“Bonjour, Uncle Tony.”

The man chuckled as M/n let him enter. He took off his shoes and looked at M/n, sniffing the air.

“Hmm. Smells good in here, what are you cooking ?”, he asked the boy.

“Thank you. I am cooking Chicken Gumbo. Dad asked for it.”, M/n replied.

Tony nodded and then gave the boy a concerned look.

“Where is Alastor ?”

“He is in his bedroom, looking through the gift bags. Yours, Francisco’s and Peter’s he will get at the end.”

“Ah...okay. How is he ?”

“A bit better than yesterday, I would dare to say. He didn’t throw up like yesterday...”

“He threw up ?”

“Yes, he did. I had to give him a bath after that, some of his sick was on his night shirt. He was very much against the idea at first, but we pushed through. I couldn’t let him go back to bed smelling in sweat and with the smell of his own sick.”

“Oh my...”, Tony got out softly, in worry.

“Do you want to eat some Gumbo too, or something else perhaps ?”, M/n offered.

“I will have a bowl, thank you.”

“Okay. You should probably go and say hello to ton petit Frère (your little Brother).”

“If you continue to say that I might call him that on accident.”, Tony said slightly embarrassed.

“So what ? Papa will like it. I talked to him about it today and he didn’t seem to have a problem with it. He even asked if I really don’t have a problem with it.”

“And...do you ?”

“Not at all. I am happy that he has someone who can act like an older sibling to him. He might need a bollocking from time to time.”

Tony chuckled.

“We both know that he needs one from time to time.”, the older man said.

“He sure does. But I am his Son and with that can’t always be the one to scold him.”

“Fair. I’ll take that job for you, gladly.”

“Thank you, Uncle !”

“Anytime. You need something from me, I am here to help. No matter what.”, the man promised.

M/n smiled at him and then they parted ways. Tony went up the stairs and to Alastor’s bedroom, while M/n finished cooking.

When Tony entered the bedroom, he spotted Alastor unpacking the last gift bag already. He had a giant, genuine smile on his face and he sorted everything that was for him and M/n neatly too. He had a small coughing fit and looked to his right, away from the door.

Tony gently knocked at the door frame, smile on his face, after Alastor was finished coughing. Alastor’s head swung around and he looked at the door, surprise was evident on his face and then he showed his teeth.

“Tony ! Bonjour !”, Alastor greeted with a hoarse voice.

Then a coughing fit started.

“You shouldn’t try and force your voice to be louder than needed, petit frère (little Brother).”

Alastor’s eyes widened in surprise as Tony called him his little Brother. A stupid grin formed on his face and he fell on his bed again with his back. That sounded really comforting... Yep, it is decided...Tony is, from now on, the Radio Host’s big Brother.

“Sorry, frère aîné (big Brother)...”, the sick man muttered.

Tony was surprised at his meek response and the title he got from Alastor, but smiled big anyways.

“It’s okay. Just don’t force your voice and body to do too much, you are pretty sick, after all.”, he replied and then sat next to him, while Alastor sat back up, looking at the older man.

Tony was one of the few people that knew how much Alastor hated to be touched, yes, the Radio Host didn’t let many know that, for reasons. So Tony opened his arm, inviting Alastor to come into a side hug.

The sick Radio Host smiled gently at the older male and leaned into the offered embrace. Tony wrapped his arm around him and squeezed him gently. They knew they had to keep this platonic brotherhood a secret. Otherwise Tony would never get a break from some people he was friends with.

“How are you, hmm ?”, Tony asked.

The Radio Host sighed gently.

“I’ve been better, but I think I am better than yesterday.”

“Your Son told me that you threw up yesterday. It didn’t happen today, right ?”

Alastor froze for a second and then shook his head.

“It didn’t happen today. Not yet. Let us not summon that occurrence again. The aftermath was very...nerve wrecking at the beginning.”

Alastor turned his head away and coughed into his arm, then sniffled. Tony reached out for the pack of tissues and handed Alastor one.

“Thank you.”, he said and cleaned his nose.

“You are welcome. M/n told me that he had to give you a bath. You both pulled through, I’ve heard.”

“M/n had the idea to add some bubbles into the water, so I was covered. We even made a small agreement, he washed everything above the water and I wash everything below. So no harm was done.”

Tony nodded, glad, that his little Brother was comfortable enough to talk about it.

“How are your muscles feeling ?”, Tony asked.

“Very weak, to be honest. Very sore too...”, the younger male admitted.

“Oh my... Well I brought ya som’ teas !”, Tony said happily, letting his own accent fall through a bit.

Alastor chuckled a bit and then coughed again.

“Really ? What did ya get ?”, Alastor asked with his own Creole accent.

“Som’ Hibiscus tea, Chamomile tea an’ som’ Peppermint ! They’re all supposed ta help ya get betta !”

Alastor smiled and hugged Tony tightly. The two years older male didn’t expect it, but was quick to hug him back.

“Thank you...”, the Radio Host said gently.

“No prob. Oh, and ta food shall be ready soon.”, Tony informed Alastor.

“Good ta know.”

“Did ya Son eva hear ya accent ?”

“No.”

“Why nah ?”

“I was too embarrassed about it.”

“He won’ judge ya.”

“He might nat understand me.”

“Des conneries. (Bullshit)”

The Radio Host’s eyes widened at what Tony said, he just smiled at Alastor, who slowly parted from him.

“He loves ya. He is prob curious how ya accent sounds.”, Tony told Alastor.

“Ya may be right...”

“I know I’m right. He asked me quite a lot how ya sound an’ talk with ya accent.”

He looked at Tony in surprise.

“I...I neva knew...”

“’Course ya didn’t ! Ta boy neva asked ya ! He was too scared ta ask, in case he made ya uncomfortable !”

Alastor was silent at that. He had no idea that M/n wanted to hear it.

“He was always confused why everyon’ had an accent, an’ ya didn’t.”, Tony threw in.

“He doesn’t have one eitha.”

“That’s ‘cause his Family ain’t from here ! They mighta moved here.”

That explained a lot. M/n had no real accent, at least not an accent that would have said that he belonged here. Alastor never really thought about it.

Then they both heard footsteps and the stairs making noises. Soon enough they saw the 11 year old boy, with two bowls in his hands.

“Lunch is ready you two.”, he said and handed Alastor and Tony their bowls.

“Thank ya, kiddo !”, Tony said.

M/n looked at Tony in surprise, then smiled and left to get his own bowl. He turned to his little Brother.

“See ?! He was beamin’ ! He neva heard my accent eitha !”

Tony tried to encourage Alastor. The Radio Host looked at the doorway, seemingly deep in thought.

“Ya may be right...”, the younger male admitted to Tony.

They both waited for M/n to return with his own bowl. Soon enough the boy did and they started to dig in.

“This is delicious, Kid !”, Tony complimented.

“Thank you, Uncle Tony.”, M/n replied.

That shocked Alastor, but he grew a soft smile soon after, eating another spoonful of his Gumbo.

“This is amazin’, Cher.”, Alastor complimented his Son with his accent.

M/n froze and slowly looked at his Father, then at Tony.

“Did...did he really...?”, he tried to ask Tony in utter shock.

Tony chuckled.

“Yeah, he did !”

M/n looked back at his Father and then a giant smile grew on his shocked face and he started to get very bouncy.

“I heard Papa’s accent ! I heard Papa’s accent !”, he celebrated in excitement.

Tony chuckled, while Alastor’s face went from worry to shock and then to amusement. He chuckled gently and continued to eat his Gumbo, coughing and sniffing here and there.

-Time skip-

The boy was cleaning the dishes as Tony brought Peter’s, Francisco’s and his own bag to Alastor. He put them on the bed between the sick Radio Host and himself. Alastor looked at Tony, puzzled.

“Wha are these ?”

“Pete, Francis’ and my bags ! Ya boy wanted ya ta open them last !”

Alastor was stunned in shock.

“Oh.”, was all he got out.

Tony chuckled and then laughed at how stunned the younger male suddenly was.

“Shall we wait for ya boy ta arrive ?”

Alastor looked at the bags and nodded gently, while he took a sip of water. Together they waited for M/n to return. The boy did, soon after, return with a cup of tea. He handed it gently to his Father, who took the cup from him.

“Thank you, Cher.”, the Radio Host said with a slight cough.

“No problem, Papa. It is Hibiscus tea.”

Alastor nodded gently and took a gentle sip. His eyes widened and he drank more.

“This is good.”, the sick adult said with a weak smile and drank the cup empty.

Tony smiled and then looked at M/n.

“Kiddo, I think ya Pa wants ta unpack his last three bags !”, Tony chirped up.

M/n looked at Tony and nodded after he processed what his Uncle said.

“Okay then. What are we waiting for ?”, the boy said and sat down next to his Father.

Alastor smiled softly and then took Francisco’s bag first. He pulled out three packages and read the labels.

“Homemade Lemon tea, homemade Peppermint tea and homemade fennel tea.”, he read out with a smile.

Alastor put the three teas on the night table and pulled out two sheets of paper next. His smile grew as he read the bold letters in Francisco’s handwriting. Then he chuckled.

“Homemade Chicken Curry from Grandmother and homemade Venison steak, from Father.”, he read out, “He really copied the recipes from his Family just for me ?”

“He said it will also help you quickly back on your feet. The Chicken Curry is spicy and spice is supposed to help recovery faster.”, M/n said gently.

The sick Radio Host smiled at his Son.

“My, wha a smart boy ya are, Cher. Who taught ya that ?”

“You and Uncle Tony did, Pa.”

Alastor ruffled his Son’s hair gently.

“Atta boy.”, he praised and then got out some small bottles from the bag.

Alastor gleamed happily as he read the labels.

“Som’ of Fancis’ own homemade spices ? Tony, tell ‘im a big thank you from me. That is really generous of ‘im.”

“Will do.”, Tony replied with a smile.

He then pulled out a small coupon that said that 30 Dollars are on it. He looked at his Son and gave it to him.

“I have a feelin’ this was for ya, mon petit.”

M/n took the coupon and smiled at his Father.

“It was indeed, so I can buy us everything we need to get you healthy again, without me taking your money all the time. It was really nice of him to do this.”, the boy chirped happily.

Alastor chuckled and then pulled out a glass of juice. There was a label that said that it was a strong Vitamin C juice for him and his Son to share, to get their immune system stronger. A few tissues for Alastor were inside too and then he pulled out a lunch box. He opened it curiously and gave an amused smile.

It held pieces of dragon fruit in it, two oranges and three lemons, with two Kiwis. The next thing he pulled out, he immediately gave his Son. A bag of sweets, which the boy eagerly took.

“Oh ? Wha is this ?”, the Radio Host said in curiosity.

M/n looked at his Father in curiosity.

“Huh ? What is it, Papa ?”

Alastor pulled out a small Plushie of a cat. It seemed to be handmade too. Alastor looked at his Son with an amused grin.

“Looks like Fancis got ya a pal, mon petit.”, Alastor said and gave the boy the Plushie.

M/n took it gently and looked at it in awe for a while, then he hugged it tightly to his chest.

“Whiskers !”, M/n named the Plushie happily.

The Radio Host and Tony were amused. Alastor never minded that M/n still liked Plushies in his age. A small reason for that was probably because his own Father always tore apart Alastor’s Plushies and toys, when he was a kid. Then he pulled out a card, opened it and read it, smiling in earnest.

After he read the card to the end, his smile was big and his eyes held a lot of appreciation. He spotted another one, addressed to M/n. He gave his Son the card and the boy lit up more and more by what he read.

The next one was Peter’s. The first thing Alastor pulled out were two boxes of juice. One was a Vitamin C juice and the other was Blueberry juice. Then he pulled out two cards and he read his own, while M/n read the one that was addressed to him. They were both smiling brightly. The next thing Alastor pulled out was a small bag of candy. He gave it to his Son who happily took it from his Father. The last few things were two different teas. One was M/n’s favorite and the other was a chamomile tea.

Then they went to the last and biggest bag. Tony’s.

There were two juices for each of the two of them. The two for M/n were a passion fruit juice and a peach juice, while for Alastor was a multivitamin juice inside and a cranberry one, all homemade. Then for each of them two of their favorite teas, which were, homemade too, some sweets and snacks for M/n and Alastor were pulled out next, that Alastor quickly sorted for them both. Next the sick Radio Host pulled out of the bag some baked favorite pastries, that both of them enjoyed greatly. Two packages of Alastor’s favorite Coffee was in there too and for M/n to go food shopping, where also two 50 Dollar Coupons inside. Then Alastor’s left brow rose up in curiosity. He pulled out something fluffy and small out of the bag. As he looked at it in his hand, his eyes were wide in awe.

It was a keychain, which held a small Stag. It seemed handmade too. Alastor looked into the bag and saw another small animal, he pulled it out and it was a fawn keychain. Also handmade. He looked at Tony, who chuckled.

“My Ma helped me with ‘em ! One for each of ya !”

Alastor gave Tony a wobbly smile and then he hugged him.

“Thank you, Brotha.”

“Always, Alasta.”

M/n sat there and smiled with absolute happiness. As the two adults parted, the young Radio Host let the boy decide what keychain he wanted.

“I want the big one ! If we are ever apart, we have something with us that reminds us of the other ! A feeling that the other is with us !”, M/n chirped happily.

Alastor liked the idea and put the Stag keychain on his Son’s set of keys, while he put the fawn keychain on his own set of keys. Then they read Tony’s cards and the younger man was close to tears.

“Thank you so much, Tony. Tell the others a thank you as well, yes ?”, Alastor asked gently.

“You are welcome and I will.”, Tony replied gently.

Then the older male looked at Alastor’s Son.

“And you, take good care of him. If you need any help, just come to me. Okay, little man ?”

“Understood, Uncle !”

“Good.”

With that the man excused himself and left the house. Over the next few days, Alastor was sick, M/n took a lot of care of him. He looked after him, cooked for the both of them, went shopping alone, reported to Tony how he was and asked for small favors if needed and he helped Alastor into the bathroom to bathe and all the other things. The boy went above and beyond for his Papa. Alastor felt blessed to have M/n as his child and Tony was very happy and proud of the boy.

He would always help his Father.

As Alastor returned to work, all his coworkers cheered and welcomed him back happily, told him the gossip that he missed while he was sick and looked out for him a bit more than usual. M/n couldn’t be happier and nor could Tony.

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