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Rekindle Our Spark~

Alastor x reader -Part 1- (NSFW) (MDNI)!!!!!

Warnings: smut, 18+, predator/prey, murder, S&M, bondage, knife play, blood kink, marking, cock worship, pussy worship, body worship, dom/sub, breath play, she/her pronouns, vaginal sex, breeding, creampie, rutting

Other tags: Fluff and Angst

Aftercare always!!!~✨

Welcome to another adventure, my darlings~ This is going to be an interesting one, so hopefully you stay tuned~ 😈✨(I hope you like the dedication art pieces I made for this fic 🥰✨)

-Prologue-

“I saw them go this way!!” shouted one of the men that were “on the hunt” sort of speak. The hunt for a prize that has regrettably ran away. Or in this case, their overdue payment. “UGH! Where did that bitch go?!? That stuck up prick, Alastor was hot on her heels!!!” The three men pointed their guns in each direction; listening for any running footsteps or twigs snapping. “Let’s split up and cover more ground.” They make their ways through the thick vegetation of the forest; trying their best to listen for any sign of life other than themselves. Unfortunately, they had to keep their flashlights off; as to catch their victim off guard more easily. 3 miles ahead of them; panting hard from the constant sprinting while almost on the verge of collapsing. This poor girl with tears blurring her vision; trips over one of the large above ground roots from a nearby tree. Hissing in pain as she rolls on her back, holding her knee from the intense stinging scape; thanks to the root. Her head then snaps to the right; hearing a couple of branches snap. Her breathing quickened as she shimmies her way the lean against the tree; hoping the roots would be enough to hide her long enough from her captor. She focuses on her surroundings; preparing to sprint again when things get too risky to stay. Another snap; this time closer. She places her hand over her mouth to quiet her heavy breathing; legs trembling from adrenaline and mild pain from running for so long.

She turns around the trunk; slowly to see if her captor is not too close by as to quietly book it without anyone noticing. Her eyes darted in every direction, but there was no one in sight. She takes a small sigh of relief as she whispers to herself “Ok, I think I’m safe for now.” She turns back to lean her head against the trunk, only to suddenly gasp as her whole body jumps in shock; pressing against the trunk out of fear. “Not quite, my dear.~” There was no escaping now; she had reached the end of her rope as tears flooded her eyes; streaming down her cheeks. “Please! Let me go! Please don’t take me ba-.” She was cut off as her captor grabs her restraints on her wrists; pulling them hard to make her fall flat on the ground. She turns her body to her side as she tries to shimmy away “You put up quite the chase, little doe.~ But I’m afraid our little cat and mouse game must come to an end. It’s a shame really.” She yelps as her captor pins her to the grassy floor; holding her tied wrists above her head as his waist rests between her thighs. “Things were getting fun for me.~” He pulls out a large hunting knife; placing it against her neck as he slightly cuts her skin; letting a small trail of blood leak down from the knife. “Please….please don’t hurt me…I’ll do anything! Just please, let me go.” The brown hair man chuckled at her offer “Oh my dear, I know you don’t have anything that’s of value to me….” He lightly drags his knife down her neck, until it reached the collar of her battered shirt. She shudders under the cold metal’s touch; trying to think of a way out of going back to those men. “Unless you can convince me otherwise, then your road ends here, darling.~”

She comes up with a conclusion, but she thinks it’s a very long shot due to who her captor is. Before all this, they did know each other due to having similar business partners. But never really had the chance to introduce themselves properly. Couple of her family members were involved in some underground stuff, thus leading to this predicament. Those family members owe a huge amount of money to the guys this man was involved with. Instead of paying, they offered her instead; saying she was worth more than the money, for she was never bedded. Her captor didn’t get involved with this transaction, until she ran out of the building and into the woods. The group of men then contacted her captor; knowing how much he loves a good hunt, thus him accepting the job. Now here she is; being pinned by him against the forest floor; at his mercy like a lion that caught the gazelle. She takes a deep breath as she musters the courage to offer her captor “I might not have anything of value on me….but maybe….something in me will be worth your while?” He arches an eye brow; tilting his head to side in confusion “What?” She looks at him very confused. Did he not know why these men were after her to begin with? “Did….did they not tell you why they want me back?” He shakes his head “Little details like that don’t matter to me, when it comes to “hunting.” It looks like she wasn’t the only one that’s always out of the loop when it comes to certain things too.

“Well….the reason they want me back is because….I’m a form of payment that has been overdue for the past 3 months.” He chuckles; using the tip of knife to tilt her chin up to look at her face “So your own flesh and blood decided you would be a better fit as payment?” She slowly nods; being careful not stab herself with his knife “They knew I was never wed nor courted before, so they thought having those men use me would work; unfortunately it did.” He hums as he takes a moment to scan her body; looking back up at her with a wide grin “Sooo….are you offering yourself for your freedom?” She gulps down hard; slowly nodding as she’s ashamed to go that low just for her to be free. He thinks about it for a bit; soon placing his knife back to the collar of her shirt “Well darling~, you did show an excellent display of the chase for me~…..” He starts to drag his knife into the fabric; slicing it down the middle as her torso is now exposed. The knife had left little knicks here and there, with small trickles of blood; slowly rolling down her stomach and sides. “Perhaps…..I can be the gentleman I am and….return the favor.~” He leans down to her stomach; dragging his tongue up along the knicks his knife made. She knew this man was her captor, and she should be afraid of him; not knowing what he was capable of doing to her. But this voice in the darkest corners of her mind, were screaming at her to give into him. Let him take her like the helpless prey she is. She shudders as he starts to suckle and lick the cut on her neck he made previously.

“M-mister~” she moaned breathlessly as she slightly shifts against her restraints and his hand. “Call me Alastor, my dear.~” She nods “Ok…Alastor….you can call me, (Y/N).” He then tilts her chin with the hand that still held the blade; giving her a hungry, sultry grin “It suits a timid little doe like yourself, darling.~” He begins to lean in; lips almost brushing each other, until faint yelling could be heard from the other men. Alastor turns to the sound; listening to how close they are to approaching their location. He turns back to (Y/N); seeing her giving pleading eyes as he smiles. “To be continued, my dear.~” He hastily takes his knife and slices through her restraints; quickly helping her up to her feet. “Run away now little doe…before I change my mind.~” She nods; thanking him as she takes off in the opposite direction from the faint yelling; disappearing into the vegetation. Alastor watches as she sprints away; eagerly wanting to chase her again, but restrained for he his a man of his word. Then before he could do anything else; his mind went instantly blank as he falls to the ground; blood now pooling around his head.

(Alastor’s P.O.V)

I wake up in a cold sweat; panting hard as I place my face in my palm; trying to collect myself from these flashbacks to that night of my death. This has been happening for 3 weeks now and it never seems to stop. Sometimes I skip sleep altogether to avoid having these flashback dreams. It’s been taking a huge toll on my health lately. I’ve been more irritable than usual around Charlie and the others. Charlie has even noticed the changes in my behavior, but of course I tell her I’m fine and it’s none of her concern. I need to fix these constant dreams from happening ever again. I need a solution! I might take a little walk to Cannibal Town; maybe Rosie might have some herbal remedies to help with this dreaming nuisance. I’ll head out in the morning before anyone has a chance to ask where I’m heading. I do have a reputation to keep after all.

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٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰Down in N'awleans ٠ ˚ ※ ๋࣭ ᯓ⚝ ⋆ .˚✰

✰⋆⁺warnings: alastor(!) ace alastor and reader(!) cussing(!) its hell man idk what to tell u(!) very cultural (!) reader has a strong accent(!) reader is more modern than alastor(!) black reader NOT CAJUN SHE IS NEW ORLEANIAN (!) mentions of gore and blood(!) fem reader(!) angst(!) grieving (!) fluff(!) comfort(!)

✰⋆⁺Im so sad that the only new orleans part of alastor we got to see was a few of his music preferences, and the overused dish jambalaya (as good as it is, its referenced too much when mentioning Louisiana and i sorta hate it-) soooo, as an artist i took matters into my own hands 😈 btw, this is long, so enjoy a piece of my culture!!!

fun fact: did you know that Louisiana has about 400 festivals and events annually? (my favs are strawberry fest, mardi gras, and crawfish fest) btw if anyone is struggling to read it: mardi gras is pronounced madi-grahs. (like ice spice grah 🤪🤪/jj)

✰⋆⁺ Oh what a joy!! Your love Alastor is in hell with you!!! After a whopping 58 years after Alastor's death at 33, with you dying barely at 88 before your birthday, you've finally have found your soulmate!! You're a bit different though, you have a stronger accent, and your tone is..."slangy". Times have changed, but has your love? Of course it does! Alastor couldn't love you more, lovers being apart for too long is straining to one's mental afterall.

"His sister's black, but she is sho'nuff pretty. Her skirt is short, but Lord her legs are sturdy. To walk to school, she's got to get up early. Her clothes are old, but never are they dirty. Living just enough, just enough for the city." You sang, walking along the streets of hell. That song by Stevie Wonder had always brought you comfort...

It gives you a sense of memory, deja vu if you will. Not that you could remember. But you being a young black girl, in the struggles of 1916 brings a comfort to your heart.

...

You closed all eight of your eyes, your afro bouncing as you walked. Walking walking walking. Your dark dress would lift up slightly from the ground, wisping away curiously.

It was pitch black, like your gloves that ran from the tips of your fingers, to the upper part of your arm. If you squint, one could see hints of clear web being shown by light.

People would question why you still wore black even years after your husband's death. Now in hell, you had black skin, and spider appendages on your stomach and hips. How ironic.

You still never answered the question.

Alastor had died at the young age of 33, leaving a 30 year old widow to mourn his passing. That man chiseled his way into your heart and croaked years later. All you could do to keep your emotions in check, was continue your dear husbands work.

The radio station he worked at had begged you to host his morning shows. The town was distraught of his absence. And there's a depression? People were sad, now even more broke, and at the hands of phoney mayors and presidents.

Alastor left a big hole in the role he had as the "Darling of New Orleans". And so did the Bayou Butcher...

What else could you do? Each life you blew off was in honor of your amazing husband. Soon radio was bigger than ever! You'd broadcast the annual 8 killings of casualty due to the new 'Wynoriffic Widow.' This had led on for about 20 years before old age came into play.

You killed 162 people in the name of your love. Never caught, yet never forgotten. You became a big shot, killer and announcer.

While you never had the intrusive thought to do so, you finally understood why Alastor felt a rush of righteousness when he came home after his activities with Mimzy.

Damn Mimzy, the hooch she is. (💀💀)

Let's be honest, the name "Widow" hit too close to home due to recent events, but thats why you only killed eight people per year! And to make things even better, you set 8 things that would happen. 8 games. 8 lines all connecting into a web. And to make things worse for the police, your extermination cravings were sporadic, and not so scheduled.

But it all played out the same.

Something subtle. like a box of rotting spiders at the victim's doorstep.

Next would be a missing, or perhaps "disappearing" passport and driver's license...if they could even afford one.

Now there would be 3 warning letters, the classic "i know what you did". Simple as that.

The second one would be more detailed. Writings of the person's actions would be made for a week before the last and final warning was made.

"Im coming" you wrote in squirrel blood, giggling everytime the person panicked, not knowing it was you all along.

Then nothing....for 2 weeks or so. To lower suspicion per say.

Then its the time to strike. Waiting until exactly midnight to knock out and drag your victim to the very same swamps your beloved died in. You'd take the damned soul, and torture them for as long as you pleased. No matter how many screams, how much blood, their life was in your hands and yours only.

Finally, you'd pray. Pray that this offering of love would suffice for being ripped apart for so long. and as for cleaning up your mess, you'd thank the gators and the wolves for "aiding" with your hobby.

But you began getting old, despite exercising regularly and eating the things your body needed. You couldn't go out and fufill your duties. The one thing that made you happy, second to Alastor. And soon enough you died, welcoming your new fate.

The only thing you questioned was your young appearance. You died of old age, so you didn't understand why you looked like you were 30 again.

You hummed, mimicking a trumpet as you continued your short strides. And here you are now! On the way to reunite with your love once more... it's been far too long.

Welp, it won't be long before you see your life again (despite being dead). Adjusting the big puffs and coils on your head, as well as smoothing down your dress, you knocked onto the hotel door.

Your smile was so big! (You cheeks were starting to hurt from subconsciously doing so much, trying to keep memory of something you once lost).

You looked around yourself as you waited. There was a golden fountain of a majestic dragon creature, with building itself huge yet comfortable. Despite the lights in the front being a bit bright, this place pleased something in your mind.

The door opened for you to see...a short blond man?

"Hello? Is this the Hazbin Hotel?"You asked, restraining and chaining the accent you had, not wanting to be perceived as "ghetto" for the first time.

"Why yes~ Welcome my dear, and what brings you to this place?" The half-pint of a man reached for your arm, kissing it three times before hooking your arm. Your face involuntarily scrunched a bit before coming back to that neutral smile you has once before.

"I would like to see the hotel manager. Alastor, correct?" You asked as the man who tried to pull you forward, even though his head barely surpassed your chest. And surprisingly, for his height i mean, he pulled you along easily.

The lobby was a plethora of shades in red accented with bits of gold, black, and white.

"ugh His office is near the top of the hotel or something Can't miss it. The place sorta looks like a swamp."

"Of course" you mumbled. Thinking about the greenery and fireflies Alastor would take you to see.

"What was that?"

"Oh nothin'!" You smiled, already make your way to the prolonged destination.

Thank god there was an elevator, or you would've screamed. If this place was lavish and beautifully decorated, yet no easy place of transportation for inclusivity, or simply to better convenience of the people living here...

Thought pisses you off.

Hearing the elevator dig, you adjusted yourself again before walking out and looking towards the hallways. Ah, you could see what he meant. While every other door looked like a basic hotel door, the one at the end of the hallway was covered in green glowing floorboards.

It made you tear up, knowing he still had some kind of connection to his home. The fireflies danced around the entrance, enticing you to walk quicker in those heels of yours.

Reaching the door made your body paralyze and vision blur for a second or two. You took a deep breath, and knocked 2 times with a pause, knocking 3 times slower.

It was something you and Alastor did to ensure that the police wasn't at the door, back when you weren't interested in killing.

You hear shuffling, then came a fall and a thump. You hear a woman exclaim in worry. With rushed footsteps came an open door, revealing the one you lost so long ago.

He looked much different, much more red ('to hide the blood' you giggled to yourself'). His skin was more gray than that toned brown, you look up to his head to see...

'is this mf wearing a bob?'

"Alastor! Are you alright?" A doll-like woman came out, in a red suit but the brightest aura.

"Love...?" He ignored her, his knees trembling slightly with his eyes watering.

Next thing you knew you were tackled to the wall, embraced with such longing, infatuation, and a whole new level of care.

"Hello sweetheart..." You combed through his hair, brushing over some antlers, making Alastor shiver in your hold. You smiled, embracing him back with a somber sigh.

"Soooo- The Dappa Demon gotta milf for his troubles?" A white and fluffy man in pink stroller over.

"Um Angel- I dont think now's the time for that-" The Doll woman tried.

"And who is you?" You asked, genuinely curious. Alastor was still hugging you, silent, which is disturbing for a man with a voice like his.

"Da name's Angel Dust sweetpie!" He smirked, looking you up and down. "Why you cuddlin' up to Raspberry Daddy(™) like that?"

"Well, Angel, this raspberry daddy is my husband!" You explained, watching the lanky spider (which you now noticed looked like a spider), blanch before guffawing.

The woman, who you keep on forgetting about, gasped with, which you really hoped wasn't, all of her chest and possibly lungs.

"ALASTOR HAS A WIFE!!! WOW! ITS SUPER NICE TO MEET YOU!!!" She bounced up and down, her blond hair flew up along with it. Speaking of, the short man has blond hair too... welp, aint non of yo business so- "MY NAME IS CHARLIE!! THIS IS THE HAZBIN HOTEL!! AND- AND-"

"Charlie, suga mallow, pause pause! Its nice to meet you too baby!!" You started, "Can we just talk about this, as well as the hotel, in a better setting?- I think doeball needs a moment"

You looked down at Alastor, seeing his ears pinned downwards as well as feeling a small damp puddle on your shoulder.

"Oh! um- okay!! That's completely fine!! Yea! Go do your husband, and uh, wife things!!" Charlie said, pushing you towards Alastor's office once more, prompting you to hold your husband bridal style. You would hate for him to have fallen.

"So we aren't gonna talk about how Alastor isn't an edgy inhuman prince of darkness, gifted to the immunity of normal mortal affection?" Angel asked, still in shock.

The door promptly shut. You looked around his office, which was more of a radio station with shelves and a desk. Everything was in tones of brown, red, and burgundy.

The only thing that set it apart was the glowing green floor, with pale green tree moss around the corners. You smiled as a group of fireflies flew past you two.

You walk towards the chair, sitting down with Alastor's body in your lap, head in your shoulders, like long ago.

You move your hands to his ear, running your fingers through his fur, as well as using your bottom row of arms to turn on the radio, sitting so silently on the desk.

Luckily, for the both of you, calming slow jazz was playing.

"You ready to talk now?" You whispered quietly. His ear twitched before he sat up.

"Yes dear..." He said, his voice barely carrying through the air.

"Well... I wanna start with- where'd you go-?...that night i mean."

The room went silent. You continued to rub his back, feeling his boney spine despite the layers of clothing he dubbed.

Soon words flowed out of him. Like a radio host.

The story he told was one of improv, one he hadn't expected to share for a long time. About his killings, the dogs, his last sight. How his last wish was to kiss you one the lips once more.

And once he finished you told yours.

How much grief you were in. The sudden bloodlust you took after you figured everything out. The way you played with the town's mind. How every body you took was in sacrifice for him. The hope that your love would one day be connected once more, never severed again by dimensions.

The night was filled with silent sobs of two deceased lovers.

In the brief morning, you two caught up with each other. Alastor still liked a lot of the same things he did in the past, but you have changed a lot.

You have an accent. Sometimes you'll replace the word 'are' with 'is' and other times you say 'ain't', or nickname drop people. And when you get angry the accent gets even stronger, humoring him to your irritated dismay.

You can cook now! Before Alastor died, he would cook for the both of you. You managed to burn an expensive pan he got from his mother, he never let you lay a hand on the stove ever again.

You also were more...modern. Luckily not to the point where you were addicted, but it still pissed off Alastor that you had some form of flat screen. You listened to rap occasionally, as well as musicals.

But yet, he couldn't judge you for these new qualities you have. You still have that lovey fro, your beautiful and plump lips, and the way your eyes flow across the room almost brings his rotting heart back to life.

Right now in the kitchen, you two were making beignets in coconut oil. As you rolled the dough out, Alastor questioned your uniqueness of cooking.

"Darling, must you stuff the pastries with dark chocolate? Wouldn't the powdered sugar be enough?"

"Don't worry Baby! m'Made these several times!" You replied. You grabbed the strainer, tossing the raw dough into the hot oil.

"And why coconut oil specifically?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. You rolled your eyes with a loving smile.

"Cuz! It makes it taste better! Not sure how to 'xplain it, but it just does." You flipped the beignets, ensuring they were golden brown before placing them on the brown paper.

"If you say so, my Dear."

You began to hum softly, to a jazz song you heard on the streets, swaying slowly as you worked. Your husband then held you from behind, swinging with you.

His head was buried in you neck, ears flicking with each tickle of your hair. His arms came underneath yours, holding and pressing your hips.

Plating the food, you set it down in favor of dancing with your love. Dancing to the silent song of adoration, fondness, and care.

Behind the kitchen door, which was slightly propped open, you could hear the excited ramblings of the hotel's owner, making Alastor groan quietly.

"WOW!! They're so cute!!! Omg, they are so sweet together!! EEEEK!!" Charlie exclaimed, struggling to keep her voice down. this made you chuckle sweetly, making the woman utter an apology before leaving.

This is all that you wished for. Your husband, loving and dancing with your soul again. Even if it took a couple of bluenoses to accept it. (cough cough Angel and Husk)

All you could think about were those bands, the trumpets, the parades, Alastor, the food and feel of your homeplace. All of it brang you back, and now you have even more to appreciate.

Dreams do come true, down in N'awleans. Even if it takes years to achieve it.

btw i gave her lore

thx to @sharkdukes on Ao3, i now headcannon that you can offer a soul to a demon, which is what reader was unknowingly doing. Which is half of the reason why Alastor is so powerful at the start in hell-

heavily inspired by @drowninnoodles 's Sugar and Sinnamon on ao3.

as well as @pheavampire for this hilarious art

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as for the playlist, if you couldn't read bc of the font, its titled: Wynorrifcly Widowing. (ik i didn't spell it right stfu) Please lemme know if there are any places where i forgot to finish thoughts.

©KAL pls don't steal, repost, trace, or whatever an art theif does. you can inspire yourself! just tag me to let me know<3

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