Bottom! Alastor one-shots!

☁️Growing Up☁️ StaticLoveTune

FYI: Victor is Vox human in my headcanon don't @ me. I drew the art above, might change it later U-U
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  Alastor was only five when he moved from New Orleans to Colorado. Alastor was very nervous and upset at being in a whole new area with a whole new school. Alastor was terribly skinny and as timid as a rabbit, which certainly didn't help him fit in. What poor little Alastor wouldn't do to be home and cling onto his mother's dress watching her cook. Alastor spent the entire first day of kindergarten doing his school work and minding his own business.

    Eventually, recess rolled around and little Alastor was sitting alone on the swings, since he was able to be alone there. That is, until another boy about his age approached him. The boy was about his height, had black hair, pale skin and blue eyes, a contrast to Alastor's own brown hair, tan skin, and brown eyes. "Hi! My name is Victor! What's your name?" the little boy asked the timid one. Alastor flinched as the other spoke, his father had beaten a fear of people into him-especially those with white skin. He whimpers as he curls up into a ball, soft sobs force themselves from his mouth as cold tears glide down his cheeks.

  Victor was shocked and reasonably worried, why was this boy crying? He didn't know what else to do, so he did the only thing he could think of-he wrapped his arms around him, rubbing his back and whispering soothing words into his ear. Alastor froze, as he was afraid of being touched by most people, but Victor's gentle touch and soothing words worked to calm him in ways only his mother had before. Victor pulled back with a soft smile as he gently wiped the tears from Alastor's face, careful of the purple bruise over his eye. "What happened?" Victor asked concerned, which startled Alastor, as his young mind had thought all white men were similar to his father-perhaps not. "I-I got in a fight" he stuttered, knowing the consequences of telling the truth, he couldn't do that, if he did surely this boy would get hurt too. Victor looks worriedly at him, hugging him again and petting his messy hair, "it's ok, I won't let anyone hurt you, you're safe with me" he reassured. Surprisingly, Alastor believed him, as he clutched his favorite deer plush and looked his new friend in the eyes, "A-Alastor, my name is A-Alastor".

   Elementary school and the two were still attached to one another, Alastor slowly coming out of his shell, but refusing to let anyone but Vox or his mother touch him. Vox had never met Alastor's father, which he found weird, but thought maybe he just wasn't in the picture and didn't want to bring it up, Alastor would tell him when he's comfortable. Middle school and Vox had gotten into his girls phase, he'd flirt with just about every girl he laid eyes on. Alastor thought it was gross, and was a bit worried, he was wondering when he would start liking girls. Vox just kept telling him to be patient, but Alastor was growing restless.

  High school came, and Alastor was the complete opposite of the timid child he was in kindergarten, he was a charismatic loudmouth, everyone knew and loved him and Vox. Of course rumors started that him and Vox were a couple, but neither one acknowledged them. That said, the two were aware of something no one else was aware of, Vox had come of to Alastor back in freshman year, and Alastor realize and confessed to being gay in their junior year.

  They were now in their senior year, and the two were just as close as they'd always been, at least, that's what Alastor had thought. He was walking through the busy halls of the school looking for his childhood friend, when he saw him talking to two of the most popular people in school-Valentino and Velvet. Thinking nothing of it, he ran over and greeted the three, only to be in shock as Vox scoffs and shoved him down. Valentino cackles as he pulls Victor close and starts making out with him. Alastor had never felt so broken, his only friend and long-time crush had not only betrayed him, but completely broke his heart. Alastor didn't cry however, no, he screamed. He screamed his anger, his sadness, and soon enough he became violent as he punched Valentino in the face, his fist lightly coated in blood from Valentino's broken jaw.