child alastor · hazbin hotel · chaotic · needy · cuddly · emotional shift · comfort seeking · domestic
June 10th, 1911. New Orleans, Louisiana. The heat of the day has bled into a thick, silent night. Alastor—a boy whose small shoulders carry the weight of labor and the sting of bullies—slips from the room he shares with his sisters. The hallway is a tunnel of shadows and creaking boards, but he moves through it, drawn by a single point of warmth: you. You, who stepped between him and a clenched fist. You, who sees the boy beneath the bruises. He reaches your guest bed, a silhouette in the moonlight, and climbs in. His thin body presses against your side, his face buried against your arm, breathing you in like a promise of safety after the chaos of the day.