I honestly loved this so much, and this little bit was so fun to write. Here's the link to the actual fic:
He stumbled slightly, before a set of hands grabbed his shoulders. His chest heaved, the world spinning. He felt lightheaded, and suddenly very hot. Alastor felt his knees buckle, and the hands guided him down to the floor.
He didn’t like the hands on his body; they felt far too hot, burning in fact. He didn’t enjoy touch on a normal day, but this was worse; much, much worse.
Black spots danced in his vision slowly fading in and out until he could make out Lucifer’s face close to his.
“You with me, Bambi?”
Alastor didn’t know why the king called him that. It wasn’t even close to his name.
Lucifer’s head tilted, and his hands were suddenly pressed to Alastor’s cheeks. Alastor flinched, attempting to pull away. They stung, too cold against his prickling skin.
“Shit, you’re burning up. Why didn’t you say you were sick?”
someone say... Codywan cuddles?
the trope "we gotta share a bunk or we'll freeze to death on this icy hellscape of a planet and we can only share with each other because of our rank" is... I live for that, I absolutely LIVE for it
and one of my absolute favorite fics for this trope is glimmerglanger's Make Your Bed (Lie in It), so if you haven't read it yet, DO IT NOW, THERE'RE SO MANY CUDDLES
For me it’s mobius’ look of shock and eventually devastation after he realises what Loki is about to do. Like he can’t quite fathom his love is walking away forever, even if it’s for the greater good. AND from mobius’ perspective he didn’t even get a goodbye 😭
And his little fists too, boo is barely coping with what’s happening in front of him