#alastor and adam

[alastor-and-adam]

I’m gonna be safe and just link the Twitter version.

Thanks again to @YoiteArt on Twitter for such a lovely commission! I love it! Need more AngelicRadio in my life!

[alusniper]

• O V E R L O R D •

• A D A M •

💛Isn't this a bad idea? (I'll try to find some time to draw Vox and Adam) I don't think he would join the Vees because it tarnishes the Vees' image because an angel is among them and that Adam doesn't like Valentino and Velvet and they don't, but I think that he would just lend a hand every now and then and that he would probably get along with Vox.

[bunny-is-cute]

Reluctant Dependent

Pregnant Alastor x Caretaker Adam

By: @bunny-is-cute

Chapter 2: The Unwanted Caretaker

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A few weeks passed, and Alastor was returning home from a long shift at the radio station. He hadn’t told anyone about the surprise bun in the oven since his divorce was common knowledge around the station.

When he arrived home, he expected peace and solitude.

Instead, he found chaos.

The front door was wide open—wide open like he had forgotten to close it behind him. He immediately tensed, eyes narrowing. Something was wrong.

A sharp jolt of alarm shot through him. Someone had broken in. His heart pounded as he pulled out his phone, fingers already dialing the police. He had just pressed the call button when his phone buzzed with an incoming call—Rosie.

Gritting his teeth, he answered. "This had better be good."

"Al!" Rosie chirped, far too cheerful for the situation. "Just checking in. Adam should be there by now!"

He froze. "Who?"

"Adam," she repeated like it was obvious. "Your new caretaker. I let him in earlier since you weren’t home yet. You should be nicer to him."

Alastor’s eyes twitched. He inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw. "Rosie. You let a stranger into my house? Without telling me?"

"Oh, don’t be dramatic. He’s from the agency. You needed help, remember?"

Alastor didn’t dignify that with a response. Instead, he ended the call and shoved his phone into his pocket, still expecting an ambush of some kind as he stepped inside. His body was rigid, every muscle tense as he braced for an attack.

Then, he heard it.

Loud rock music blared through the speakers of his pristine kitchen. The sound grated against his ears, an unwelcome invasion in the silence he had worked so hard to cultivate. His immaculate marble countertops, carefully curated décor, and the ordered layout of his home—everything he had built in the aftermath of the divorce—were being violated.

Alastor stormed into the kitchen, eyes locking onto the culprit.

A man.

A messy man, with slightly messy, short cedar-brown hair that looked as if it hadn’t seen a comb in years. His clothes were a mismatched disaster—band t-shirt, ripped jeans, boots caked in dirt. The man was wearing an apron, but it did little to mask his general air of unkempt disarray. He stood at the stove, frying something that smelled suspiciously like burnt toast while singing along to the music with absolutely no rhythm.

Alastor’s jaw tightened. "What. Is. This?" he demanded, voice dangerously calm.

The man turned around, squinting like he was confused by the interruption. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly unfazed. "Uh, this?" He gestured vaguely at the kitchen. "I’m cooking. Looks like you’re gonna need a lot of comfort food, so I’m doing my best here." He turned back to the stove, clearly not worried in the slightest about the murderous gaze Alastor was shooting him. “I make the best sausage and gravy! I hope you like breakfast for dinner!”

Alastor took a step forward, voice like steel. "And you are?"

"Adam," the man said, offering a lazy salute, still stirring whatever was on the pan with an indifferent air. "But you can call me ‘the guy who’s gonna make sure you don’t drop dead while carrying a kid.’" He paused, glancing over his shoulder. "Or ‘asshole with a spatula,’ whatever’s easier for you."

Alastor’s mind raced—who was this idiot? Why was he in his house, cooking on his stove like it was some run-down diner?

His eyes narrowed. "Did Rosie send you?"

"Yup," Adam said with a grin. "I’m your new, hopefully, temporary caretaker. The agency says I’m your guy, so here I am. Thought I’d make myself useful by, y’know, not letting you starve while you’re knocked up." He gestured to the food. "You hungry? It’s not the best but—"

"Not hungry."

Alastor snapped. He had no patience for this.

Adam blinked, unfazed. "Right. So, I guess I should clean up then?" He wasn’t asking—he was just doing it, tossing the burnt toast aside and pulling out a bowl of fruit he’d found in the fridge.

Alastor’s lips pressed into a tight line. "I don’t need help."

"Uh, I think you do." Adam turned to face him fully now, wiping his hands on his apron, finally seeming to register just how pissed Alastor was. "Look, buddy, I know you don’t want me here. I get it. But you’re my last chance, alright? If I screw this up, I’m out of a job. That means I’m back to dumpster diving for food and singing for change in alleyways. So, let’s just try and make this work, yeah?"

The words caught Alastor off guard. He blinked, confusion briefly flickering across his features before he regained his composure.

"...You’re desperate?"

"Pretty much," Adam admitted, his voice surprisingly raw. "I need this gig. If I screw it up, I’m out on my ass." He gave Alastor a shrug like it didn’t bother him, but Alastor could see the subtle tension in his shoulders, the way his hands clenched and unclenched when he wasn’t paying attention.

Alastor’s icy demeanor softened for the briefest moment—then he shoved it down. This was his house, his life. He couldn’t afford distractions, even from someone like Adam.

He forced a tight smile. "You’ll leave once your work here is done."

Adam didn’t flinch. "Yeah, sure, whatever." His voice was casual, but there was a certain edge to it. He had his own demons.

Alastor crossed his arms, glaring as Adam continued ordering food. “If you’re under the impression that you can simply waltz in and take over my kitchen, you are sorely mistaken.”

Adam didn’t even look up from his phone. “Uh-huh. I gotta feed you or are you just difficult for sport?”

Alastor bristled. “I am not difficult.”

Adam shot him a flat look. “Buddy, I’ve been here for ten minutes, and you’re already acting like I spit in your coffee.”

“Because you have invaded my home.”

“Yeah, well, I wouldn’t have to be here if you actually let people help you.” Adam hung up the phone and leaned against the counter. “So, what’s the deal? You just enjoy suffering?”

Alastor’s jaw clenched. “I do not need help. I am perfectly capable of handling myself.”

Adam snorted. “Oh yeah? You passed out at work yet?”

Alastor stiffened. “That’s none of your concern.”

“Uh-huh, I’ll take that as a yes.” Adam stretched his arms over his head, his demeanor irritatingly relaxed. “Look, I get it. You’re used to doing things on your own. But you’re pregnant. And whether you like it or not, you’re stuck with me.”

Alastor’s eye twitched. He hated how casual Adam was about all this. Most people cowered when he got like this, but Adam just stood there, acting like he wasn’t inches away from getting his throat torn out.

Alastor took a slow breath, reigning in his irritation. “Fine. You want to make yourself useful? Clean up your mess.”

Adam grinned. “Now that, I can do.” He turned to the stove and promptly knocked over a pan, sending utensils clattering to the floor.

Alastor groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is going to be unbearable.”

Adam smirked as he crouched to pick up the fallen spatula. “For you or for me?”

Alastor shot him a glare.

Adam only grinned wider.

[etodunya]

lucifer's mood:

[lucdoodle]

thought that one Alastor scene would look cool in comic lettering, so i drew this

[the-irreverend]

You had one job...

...AND YOU FRICKIN' NAILED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[junebug-draws]

Catch me vomiting unrelated doodles onto a canvas as always

[trisiyamoon]

👿🌈😇

Finally it's done T^T

[alastor-and-adam]

Thank you @thew33p1ngang3l for taking this commission and drawing Sinner Adam and Alastor! 😍 I love it! They are so cute together!

[say-sike]

hilarious

[bambitek]

[mybirdis-theradiodemon]

Another one of these bc they are all so silly :)

[raihyeon]

[dirtgrubber]

radioapple but it’s that one seinfeld meme

[xxjustshakeitupxx]

Alastor:

Also Alastor:

And I barely escaped being killed by a hair

"Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends"

Sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends

I'm hungry for freedom like never before

The constraints of my deal surely have a back door

Once I figure out how to unclip my wings

Guess who will be pulling all the strings!

Me: WHICH ONE IS IT, ALASTOR? WHO ARE YOU????

[chaoticace2005]