📻🍎K E E P S M I L I N G -~ Alastor Angst Short Story

Keep Smiling

So uhhh I know that Alastor is canonically Aro Ace, so the RadioApple is probably going to be mostly platonic. 

This'll be a short story and a one-part thing. It's kind of a one shot, to be honest. I just really wanted to write some angst.

I got inspired to write Alastor angst after finishing the show and watching those comic dubs/reading those fanfictions on Alastor angst. 

Enjoy! 

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Disgusting 

The bitter taste in his mouth that couldn't seem to go away, and the longing pain and anguish it took for him to keep smiling. 

You know what? To keep smiling was a pain in the ass. It was all bullshit. 

His breaths became heavier and heavier, as he collapsed to the ground. Cold sweat dripped down the back of his neck. His entire body felt ten times heavier. Barely making out of the fight alive, he was forced to embarrassingly flee the scene. Flee Adam, the person he was supposed to kill. Not the other way around. 

As he remembered the sheer terror he had experienced only a few minutes ago, he angrily clawed at the floor beside him. A wave of surged strength vibrated through his now weak body. However, that feeling soon disappeared when he reached out to look at his hand. 

Disgusting. It was splattered with disgusting blood. 

He looked disdainfully at his ruined coat, filled with scratch marks and holes. His lower abdomen was slashed through, leaving it to bleed out on the hard, cold floor. 

Fuck, I'm injured. Goddammit. 

He had never felt so weak, so vulnerable in a long time. In fact, he hasn't at all, ever since he died. Ever since he smiled through his tears as he watched his own mother die right in front of his eyes... 

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"Mamma?"

In a small town in Louisiana, a young boy of about 9 years of age kneeled down beside his mother's bed. His mother was bedridden, had been bedridden for days. The warm sun peeked through the pale, thin curtains in soft rays.

"Yes my dear?" The woman smiled like a darling at the boy. The smile spread across her face, to the very tips of her rosy cheeks. She had a doe-like complexion, with big round eyes and a beautiful dull, tan-ish skin. Her beautiful, brown-black hair was short and curled at the ends like a bob. 

"W-will you be okay?" The young boy asked. His brown eyes were pleading, and they looked up at his mother. 

"Yes dear Alastor," The mother smiled, and pat Alastor's head, "It's only a minor sickness, I'll be better in a jiffy!" She closed her eyes, and her lips spread into a smile. "Now, won't you be a dear and go play with Rosie? I'm sure she misses you very much"

"B-but..."

"No buts. I just don't want you to spend all of your days worrying about me, okay?" The woman smiled gently at her beloved son. Her frail hand caressed the left side of the boy's face gently, and the boy smiled and nodded eagerly.

"And do me a favor, okay? 

Always have a smile on your face. It warms my heart to see smiling. You're never fully dressed without one!" 

The boy laughed, as the mother pinched his cheeks playfully. Alastor pushed his round glasses up his nose. 

"Alright Mamma!" The boy smiled and went out to call for Rosie.