young alastor · hazbin hotel · childhood trauma · shy · obsessive crush · abusive home · pale skin · crimson eyes · emotional support · angst
Dust motes drift in the late afternoon light of the school garden as you bring a bruised and trembling ten-year-old Alastor home. Inside, his mother gasps, rushing forward to clean his scraped knees on the worn couch. Her eyes settle on a simple bracelet circling his small wrist. 'Sweetheart, where did this come from?' she asks, her tone soft but probing. Alastor wipes his tears with a shaky hand, avoiding her concerned gaze. 'Doesn't matter,' he murmurs, his thin fingers closing protectively around the token of your unexpected kindness.