Alastor X Parker Oneshots

Sick (Pt. 1)

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[Narrator's POV]

Parker woke up before Alastor, which was a bit unusual, but Alastor was known to stay up quite late, either reading, ..overthinking, or something else, so Parker just assumed that Alastor was sleeping in.

Parker got ready, and went downstairs, and started making breakfast, just as a surprise, since Alastor normally made breakfast, lunch, AND dinner for the pair.

After maybe 20-25 minutes, Alastor came downstairs, wrapped in a blanket, and he looked deathly pale (Even if he was already dead); But by some miracle, he managed to get himself ready. Alastor hugged Parker from behind.

"Hi, Hun!" Parker said happily, before noticing how Alastor looked, and his expression turned to worry, "You alright, Al...? You look like death..." Parker Said, as he turned the stove off.

"...I feel like death..." Alastor Mumbled, "...I almost passed out in the shower..." He Mumbled.

"How'd you even manage to get yourself ready when you feel like THAT?!" Parker Said, Worried and Concerned. Alastor didn't respond.

"God...You're so productive that it's bad for you sometimes..." Parker Mumbled.

"Alright; Go back to bed, now" Parker said in a firm tone.

"But I-" Alastor said, but was cut off by Parker.

"No. Go to bed. Now." Parker Said, in an almost scary tone, as he pulled Alastor up the stairs.

"A-Alright, Alright; Just don't kill me, please-.." Alastor Mumbled.

"You're already dead" Parker Commented.

It took a lot of persistence from Parker to get Alastor to get back in bed, due to Alastor's productive nature, but after roughly 20 minutes, Parker managed.

"Now, you stay here; I'll make you breakfast" Parker Said. Alastor whined in annoyance (And he felt bad for having Parker do stuff for him), and he let his wings out and wrapped them around himself, and he grabbed his teddy bear (It was from his childhood).

"You're a child, you know that?" Parker said with a slight laugh, and he then went back downstairs.

For what was minutes for Parker, felt like hours for Alastor, because he was normally extremely productive, and he hated having to just rest all day (He would literally rather be shot again).

After around 10 minutes, Parker came back upstairs with a plate of food.

"Breakfast is done!~" Parker Said, as he put the plate on the bedside table.

"..Thank you.." Alastor Mumbled. Parker could tell he was not feeling okay whatsoever.

"Aww..Are you upset because your sick, or something else?" Parker Asked.

"...Because I'm sick, and I feel bad that you have to take care of me..." Alastor Mumbled.

"Relax, It's fine! Besides, you take care of me all the time, when I'm sick and when I'm not" Parker Said.

"But-" Alastor Started, but was a cut off.

"Nuh-uh. I know how productive you normally are, and I know how much you hate staying in bed, but you need to rest, Hun.." Parker Said.

Alastor didn't respond; He knew Parker was right...

"Also..Out of curiousity...Do you know how you got sick?" Parker Asked. Alastor shook his head.

Parker thought for a moment, before speaking again, "You know...I remember reading in the library that raw blood can get you sick..Have you had blood at all recently..?" He asked.

"No..It's been months.." Alastor Mumbled.

"Okay, uhm...Do you think you caught a cold or something..?" Parker Asked.

"..Probably..." Alastor Mumbled.

"Alright..well...I don't know if a doctor is even possible..Your records will likely show that you were born in 1960, and have been dead for well over 30 years.." Parker Mumbled.

"..I'm aware..." Alastor Mumbled, "..I'll be fine...I'll get over this soon...hopefully..."

"Okay..Well, I'll check on you in a bit, alright..?" Parker Said. Alastor simply nodded.

"Love you, sweetheart..!" Parker Said.

"...Love you too, doll..." Alastor Mumbled. Parker then went back downstairs.

Word Count: 588

This chapter was getting far too long, so I had to cut it short-.. There will be a Part 2, though!