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Come Over Again

Jason Todd/Robin! x Reader (Flashback), Jason Todd/Red Hood! x Reader

Summary: You think about a different time despite feeling Deja Vu in the moment.

Trigger Warning: Violence and Blood

Word Count: 496

Sleepily I roll over to hear the tapping at my fire escapes window. I know exactly who it is but he always insists I let him in no matter if the window is unlocked.

Silently I walk to the window and open it for him.

"You know you should lock your window, Sweetheart, you never know what will come though"

"The worst thing that has ever come through my window is you, Darling"

Under the helmet I could tell he was smirking. I just went into my bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit from under the sink. Like always he shrugged off his jacket and showed me the wound I could see bleeding a mile away.

"Take your shirt off babe"

"Woah take me out to dinner first"

I rolled my eyes, this was the same song and dance that happened a few times a month.

However this time it brings back stark memories of our adolescence shining through as a patch him up.

~~~

A couple quiet taps on my window woke me up from a deep sleep.

Groggily I made my way over to the window and saw none other than Jason Todd in his Robin costume barely keeping himself up on my windowsill.

Quickly and quietly I unlocked the window and shoved in open. He practically fell into my arms. His eye had a black ring around it, his lip was split, and his nose was bleeding.

"Hey, gorgeous"

"Jason! What happened?" You whisper-yelled at him but he just held me a little closer.

"Oh nothing, just a little fight, you should see the other guy babe"

You rolled your eyes and sat him on your bed. Stealthily you left your room and got ice from the kitchen and bandages from the bathroom. Your parents are still fast asleep in their room.

The door clicked softly behind you and carefully you pressed the ice to his eye and put a little butterfly bandage on his lip. You pressed a few tissues to his still bleeding nose and sighed.

"Is there anything else I should know about Todd?" You grabbed the hem of his shirt and exposed his stomach ever so slightly.

"Hey! Take a guy to dinner first" He laughed and swatted your worried hands away. You smiled and sat down next to him resting you head on his shoulder.

Once you both felt satisfied with his care you both laid down. He wrapped his arms around you, and you snuggled on his chest.

~~~

Despite years of having no contact because to you he had died. The routine still stood firm, even if you had to yell at him a few times before things could be slightly normal between the two of you.

Still you patiently stitched the wound with the utmost care. Disinfecting the needle and wound with rubbing alcohol. Bandaging it with the softest most effective gauze on the market. Even placing a kiss onto the bandage once you were done. 

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Imagine Being a Lady Dimitrescu-esk Overlord and Being in Love With Alastor

Alastor x Overlord! Reader

Summary: What happens when you attend a meeting, and get insulted by Velvette. Spoiler, it doesn't end well for her.

@doe-eyed-fool- this was their idea and I do not want to take credit for it (If you see this I hope you enjoy!)

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Dead Angel, Talk of the Purge

Words Count: 508

Your heels clicked as you strutted your way into the elevator that would take you to the floor the rest of the Overlords were meeting on. Something about the purge leaving territory open potentially. So there you were in an empty meeting room, where you sat down and waited for the rest of them to arrive.

Slowly people arrived with Carmilla and her daughters emerging from behind a curtain. The metallic smell of angelic weaponry permeated the air wherever the trio went and here was no exception. Soon Zestial and Alastor made their appearances, with Zestial sitting by Carmilla and Alastor sitting between you and what will be Rosie's seat.

Before sitting down he took your hand in his and placed a kiss on your knuckles. Sweetly you showed him a smile with sharp fangs that could tear through even the most powerful demons and, although you've never been given the chance to try, possibly powerful hellborn as well. You set your hand back in your lap and he took his seat next to you.

Once everyone had arrived your idle chatter with Alastor and Rosie ceased, and you began to listen to what Carmilla had to say. That was before Velvette, the newest addition to the Vees, slammed the door open and scrolled through her phone as she spoke.

Soon an argument between the most powerful overlord and Velvette took place, and everyone knew whose side they were on. Until an exorcist's head was thrown on the table and Carmilla looked, scared almost.

"Sorry group attendin'. Since when are overlords too scared to fight? You're long past trendin'. Sorry, bae, but I ain't swipin' right. You lost your relevance" Most of this insult was hurled in your direction, and this is when you had enough.

Your clawed hand found its way around Velvette's soft throat, "What did you just say?"

You stood to your full height which was almost to the ceiling, which when you came around a long time ago was raised specifically for you, and Velvette's feet desperately searched for the table which was a good foot below her.

You licked your fangs as you indulged in the fear in Velvette's eyes. She looked utterly terrified, and only when you felt the shadowy hand of Alastor on your forearm, did you shrink down and throw Velvette back on the table.

"Sorry, hon, I just couldn't help myself" You chuckled as you licked the pricks of Velvette's blood from the tips of your claws, and she clambered away from you.

Alastor set his hand on yours, "No, it was absolutely marvelous, darling, but no bloodshed at meetings"

"Oops, I guess I've just been around a long time and must've forgotten. I'm sorry Carmilla," Carmilla smirked in your direction and continued to lecture Velvette on why the Overlords would not be attacking angels on the possibility of someone killing just one.

Velvette's hands still shook and she wouldn't look in your direction, and when she left you gave her a cheery clawed wave and a fanged smile.

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Late-Night Protector

Flashback! Sophie Walton x Flashback! Reader

Summary: What would happen if you saved Edd and Molly from their fate that tragic night? Also what if you were dating Sophie.

*Sophie is aged up a little bit she's around 16 and you are 17, I'm pretty sure in Michigan there are no driving restrictions for people 17 years of age based on my thirty second Google search. Also simply just fluff and angst and can be read as a flashback/ retelling of that night*

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Alcohol, Mention of Car Accident, Emotional Distress, and Mentioned Injury

Word Count: 1270

You started sweeping the floor of the gym, seeing the dust, dirt, and discarded items into a neat little pile. Earlier in the week you had volunteered to monitor the dance for the younger children of the school district.

Almost everyone had gone home except Edd and Molly, who had sat at one of the tables and munched on extra cookies and sipped on leftover punch that you graciously set in front of them. Edd and Molly were two kids you babysat, and then about a year after you started babysitting for them, you became their older sister, Sophie's, girlfriend.

The two kids were your favorite babysitting job and even though recently you quit babysitting a little while ago to focus on school, you never told the Waltens and continued your job babysitting as they needed.

The lights in the gymnasium were dim and a cool draft was coming in from the open doors. A chill went down your spine, and you looked around the room.

When you turned back to check on the two kids they were walking towards the adult zone, where you knew one very drunk Felix Kranken was. You watched as Felix stumbled out of the room following the two children and before they made it to the door, your gut forced you to stop the man and the kids.

"Hey, Mr. Kranken! If you want I can take them home! I live closer to them after all" You cheerfully approached Felix and hoped not to anger him, but he immediately let his guard down and thanked you.

"Thanks, kid, I just really need to get home and lay down. I've had a rough day today..." His sentence dragged off without ever really finishing it.

"Yeah! I'll call the Waltens quickly and take them home right after! I can bring you home as well if you don't feel well Mr. Kranken" Few words were exchanged before he left with his own set of keys.

You turned to Edd and Molly and assured them that you were bringing them home, and just had to call their house and tell your friends you were leaving. They sat back down and continued their conversation.

You talked to your friend about leaving early and about talking to your supervisor for you, and then you made your way to the payphone. Dropping in a couple of coins and dialing the Walten's home phone. Rosemary picked up the phone gleefully, and you explained the situation to her.

You could hear her rustling around like she was nodding her head. You didn't reveal the fact that Felix Kranken was obviously drunk and going to drive her two young children home under the influence.

"Okay! Thank you so much! Drive safe!" She said into the phone, and you assured the kids that they were going to be home soon.

The three of you ventured out into the night and got into the car. You turned the heat up a little to stave off the late-night chills and left the parking lot of the school.

~~~

Upon arriving at the Walten's home you saw Mr. Walten's car parked out front, door open and still running. The front door was cracked, and you were walking in front of the children when you cautiously approached the door.

Rosemary met you at the door, and quickly pulled you into her warm embrace, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for bringing them home... Felix was in an accident on his way home. He's at the hospital" Your eyes widened at her calm words and pulled her a little closer.

"Of course Mrs. Walten, I care about these kids dearly. I wouldn't let anything happen to them if I could stop it," Rosemary released you and then hugged her two youngest children close.

You thought of the years you've babysat the children due to your proximity to their home, and the bond you've created with the youngest Walten children.

You thought about the friendship turned into something more with the oldest Walten child, only a few months younger than yourself.

Recently you've driven the Walten children to their games and practices when their parents were unable to. Edd's baseball games, Molly's dance rehearsals, and dates with Sophie were some of your favorite memories. Sometimes you would have dinner with the whole family, and they welcomed you in like one of their own.

You saw a couple of tears escape from Rosemary's eyes, but you said nothing of it. Jack Walten bustled down the stairs and joined Rosemary in hugging the children.

"Are you sure you don't want to come, Rose?" Jack asked his wife.

"No, I'll stay and watch the kids," Rosemary assured Jack, but you just had to ask.

"Where are you going?"

"The hospital where Felix is, I have to make sure he's okay. Linda didn't pick up when the hospital called her" Jack told you while shaking your hand in the most fatherly way you've ever experienced.

"If you both want to go, I can stay overnight with the kids, it's really no problem" The Waltens looked at each other and nodded their heads.

Rosemary tentatively asked, "Would you?"

"Of course! It's no problem. Go and be with him, he needs you guys" With that Jack shoved a twenty into your hands, and said to use it if you guys were hungry, or if they weren't back by morning.

Another hug from Rosemary, and they were off to see Felix.

You ushered the kids from their place on the couch and helped them get ready for bed. When Edd asked what was going on, you explained it to him to the best of your ability.

"Your Uncle Felix got into a car accident on his way home and is at the hospital where your parents went. Aunt Linda wasn't available and your parents were his only family around" He seemed to accept this answer this late at night, and moved into bed.

Once you were sure everyone was comfortable, you went and knocked on Sophie's door. Her face was a little swollen from the fillings she told you she was getting earlier in the day, and her eyes were scrunched in confusion.

"Y/n?" She asked while rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. With that, you let your emotions out and tears started to fall as you basically collapsed into her arms, "What's wrong, babe?"

She helped you get downstairs and to the couch where you laid your head in her lap. You told her everything that happened.

~~~

"If I hadn't stepped in, Soph, they might not... they might not be here right now," You continued to cry as Sophie ran her fingers through your hair, and gently wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"But you did, you did, now they're here and in bed, home safe, because of you. They're okay because of you," That made your tears slow, but not stop completely. Sophie started to hum.

"Could you tell me about your day, Soph?"

"Of course, today I went to most of my classes, Mr. Barnet's class was awful. He assigned us an essay that's due in a couple of days about the most obscure topic..."

Her quiet voice lulled you to sleep, and pretty soon she heard your soft breathing laid her head back, and fell asleep too.

~~~

When Jack and Molly came home the next day to get some rest they found their oldest daughter asleep with the babysitter asleep in her lap. A knowing smile passed between the two of them and they quietly snuck upstairs to see their other two children.

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Hi! Ok I’m here with my request I was wondering if I can request Rex dating a fem!reader who’s like raven from dc? Like powers and all that and Rex is just so in love with her 😔(May it please be like dating hc’s? Please and thank you🫶🫶🫶)

Rex-Splode Dating Headcanons

Rex-Splode! Rex Sloan x Raven! Reader

Trigger Warnings: Nightmares

Word Count: 925

You met Rex during Guardians of the Globe tryouts. You had also seen him get his ass beat by Monster Girl. Luckily, after this incident, he was less of a douche overall.

However, things changed once the Guardians started to become a team. He would try his best to be around you whenever he could. You would be running on the treadmill, and then all of a sudden he was running next to you. You could be making a sandwich, and he would be making his right next to you. Or you would sit and read your book, and he would scroll on his phone near you, occasionally glancing up at you when he thought you didn't notice. You did.

Then one day when you were pummeling a punching bag, he asked if you would like to get coffee sometime. You knew he had feelings for you, and you felt in your bones you should say yes.

A date to an art gallery and one dinner later, you and Rex made it official and told the team, who seemed shocked. Either you were exceptionally good at hiding your relationship, or they just couldn't believe you would date Rex.

~~~

You love your personal space, Rex also loves your personal space. The two of you could be walking down the street, it would have to be hand-in-hand, or maybe his hand would be in your back pocket. This annoyed you to no end at first but quickly you understood the constant wanting to be close to you was because he wanted to protect you. You would never admit it, but you loved him.

His favorite time to be in your personal space is during a fight. He would bottle the feeling of you guys standing back to back using your powers to protect each other. When you crushed invading aliens who wanted to kill him, he never felt safer. You made him feel safe.

Simply, he loves to make you laugh and smile. Even though you keep a straight face and hard demeanor around other people, you are a totally different person than when you were with Rex. Somehow his silly sarcastic personality leaked through into yours, and he could make you giggle without even trying.

He loves to see you train with the other Guardians, especially Invincible. Being from a demonic bloodline, you could go toe-to-toe with the Viltrumite, without too much damage, and more often than not you would best the newer hero. After all, you could practically tear Mark apart with the darkness you controlled if you wanted to.

Of course, he hated when he had to fight you. Not because he was scared he would hurt you, no, he was scared you would hurt him. Even going easy on him, you would beat Rex easily. Teleporting away from any explosives he threw your way, and wrapping smokey black tendrils of darkness around him or, as gently as possible, throwing him into a wall with your telekinesis.

You would always apologize profusely after taking him down, but he would always reassure you that he loved you and your powers. Maybe you would even explore using your powers in more intimate places in the future.

~~~

However, once in a battle with Machine Head and his goons, you start to be overwhelmed with the other's pain. When Rex saw you fall to your knees all he could see was red. You held your head in your hands and started to feel yourself lose control.

Your eyes glazed over black, and you screamed. At this point, Rex had just taken out Machine Head and started running over to you as objects all around you started to float and shake. Kneeling next to you, he took your hands in his.

"Hey, babe, come back to me, everything is going to be okay. You just need to come back," Everyone who wasn't passed out on the ground looked at the tense scene in front of them.

They all knew what could happen if you truly lost control of yourself. You had once leveled a skyscraper only to rebuild it moments later.

Still, some part of you listened to Rex and allowed yourself to come back to wherever in your mind you retreated to. You allowed yourself a vulnerable moment, letting yourself slump into Rex's arms. He held you tight until the medics arrived, and still held your hand when you were carried away on a stretcher, even though you promised you could walk.

~~~

Rex could never let anything bad happen to his girl. You were his everything and the only person he would let his sarcastic walls down for. You appreciated the black roses, and eventually black dahlias he would get you after telling him it was your favorite flower.

He would bandage your wounds after a battle, once you took care of him because you always insisted on patching him up first. Kiss your bruises whenever he sees them. He would put his arms around you when he saw your eyes unfocus and zone out, and bring you back to reality.

He would tell you he loved you at every chance he got and showed you off every time he got the chance.

"Look at this picture of my girlfriend, she's so hot"

"Did you see her fight? She's just so amazing"

"Ah she just makes me feel, so differently than I ever have before"

He practically drooled every time you walked by him. He loves the way you look. Anything you wear he wants to rip off of you and start to kiss every part of you. It could be your skin-tight leotard and cape, your casual sweater and jeans look, or your silly Rex-Splode pajamas he got you as a joke.

(The pajamas do something to him idk)

~~~

Rex has always helped you with the nightmares that plague you when you sleep. When Rex lost his hand in the fight against the Lizard League, you still regret not being there, you helped him through his nightmares. Soothing his mind and, with his permission, lulled him back to sleep with your powers. He knew that subconsciously you were calming him down to the best of your ability, and he knew why he always slept better when you were around. 

You treated Rex like more than he ever saw himself as, and he didn’t treat you like the monster you felt you were. You each healed something inside the other, and if that’s not love then you don’t know what is.

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Imagine Dating Mark Grayson With Dazzler's Powers Pt. 2

Invincible! Mark Grayson x Dazzler! Reader

Summary: Mark helps you through a panic attack.

Trigger Warnings: Anxiety and Panic Attacks

Word Count: 670

The narrow corridor backstage buzzed with activity, a symphony of hurried footsteps, clattering equipment, and muffled conversations. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting long shadows that danced across the scuffed floor. Equipment cases lined the walls and people rushed past you holding instruments, amplifiers, mics, and everything anyone might possibly need to get onstage. 

As the opening act's drumbeat reverberated backstage, your chest tightened with each thump, and your breaths came in short, rapid bursts. The air was thick with the mingled scents of sweat, adrenaline, and the faint aroma of stage makeup.

You would be going onstage in less than half an hour after a six month hiatus thanks to the Guardians of the Globe needing some extra help after an attack on a few members.

Despite your onstage personality being quite out there and extroverted, you often felt a twinge of fear before going on. Tonight this was amplified because of the rust that accumulated on your voice the past few months.

For the past week, you pushed yourself hard to memorize the songs on your setlist and relearn the electric guitar solos that you could play in your sleep not so long ago.

However, the months of superhero work drained your energy, and you remembered why you put yourself at the end of Cecil's call list.

Every day you were at the tower, you would flop into bed at the end of the day and not wake up until after noon the next day. You rarely were able to practice, and if you did you were often interrupted by some horrible accident that needed your attention.

Your breathing started to become quicker and more shallow. You slid down the wall backstage, put your head into your hands, and tried to focus on taking a breath. The music coming from the stage blurred into static as you continued to sink further into a panic. A knot formed in your stomach, tightening with each passing second. Despite your attempts to steady your breathing, panic threatened to overwhelm you, its icy grip tightening with every heartbeat.

Then two hands rested themselves on your knees, and someone started talking to you. You couldn't focus on every word they were saying.

His voice cut through the static of your racing thoughts, a steady anchor in the storm. 'Just breathe,' Mark's words were a lifeline, guiding you through the darkness with their quiet strength.

You removed your hands from your face and looked at Mark. His hands were rubbing circles into your knees, speaking softly (as softly as he could with you still hearing him over the loud music onstage), and a worried look strewn over his face.

"Keep breathing out, it'll pass sooner if you do that" He moved his hands to your own, and circled his thumbs over your knuckles.

"Mark... thanks," Once you managed those two words you launched yourself into Mark's arms.

"Hey, it's okay, you're okay. I'll always be here for you," Sparkly tears dripped onto his shoulder, and after a long moment, you pushed yourself away to look him in the eyes.

"Sorry I ruined your shirt," You laughed through the tears and Mark laughed with you.

"You didn't ruin anything, I think you made it better," This made you chuckle and Mark moved to help you up.

~~~

He held your hand while your makeup artist touched up your teary eyes. The crowd murmured beyond the stage curtains, an excited chatter building. 

You got into place while your introduction began and the crowd boomed above you.

"You're going to do great! Break a leg, Shimmer," He placed a kiss on your lips and took a step back.

"See you soon, Invincible," With that you flew up through a hole in the stage, and far above the crowd to start your set. 

With a steadying breath, you stepped into the spotlight, the roar of the crowd washing over you like a tidal wave. Beside you, Mark's words echoed in your mind, a reminder of the strength that lay within.

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Hi! I was wondering if you’re taking requests for Rex splode?

Yeah! Feel free to ask!

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Lost and Found

Dick Grayson x Speedster! Reader

Summary: You and your sibling Wally West run to save the world, a trip neither of you return from. That is until you do.

*Gender, race, and sexuality is not specified for the reader, but is referred to as Wally's sibling- can be adopted, biological, or have a different dad or mom since the parents are divorced*

Trigger Warnings: Death, loss, and existential threats

Word Count: 2340

The Bioship was still hovering in the air as you and your team jumped out to witness the disruptor and the havoc it was wreaking on the planet. In a yellow flash, you saw who could only be Wally West running towards the chrysalis, and Artemis in your ear saying something about Wally running off.

With a sudden realization sinking into your stomach, you pulled Dick down to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Back in a flash, Wing," You whispered in his ear.

You let go of Dick's hand and within milliseconds you were running alongside Uncle Barry, Bart, and Wally.

~~~

You never quite left the superhero scene, mostly helping other heroes with their work when need be. It wasn't that you couldn't become a fully fledged superhero in your own right with the action figures and lunch boxes, but that your life had changed.

You helped train the new heroes who lived at Mount. Justice. You helped them with focus and combat exercises, and allowed them to lean on your shoulder when things got difficult because of course things got difficult when you're dealing with hormonal teenagers who just so happen to have super abilities.

Despite the same lightning strike giving you the same powers as your brother, your powers didn't cause you any pain. So it came as a shock to you when Wally announced his retirement. When Wally left the superhero life for good, you felt lost and hurt. The one person you shared everything with decided to leave you behind.

Luckily, Dick Grayson, someone who knew what you were going through with Wally, stepped in. That's how you and Dick became close friends. You were both the leaders of Young Justice in Kaldur's absence. Finding yourselves alone with the only other person you age being Dick, well lets just say it wasn't a surprise to the team when you announced that you were together.

You allowed Wally back into your life, and allowed him to explain his departure. You felt like a jerk for distancing yourself, and turning away when he needed your support the most. Still he forgave you without a second thought. You and Wally would hang out on a near daily basis nowadays.

Then the Reach and the Light showed up. Regardless of how you felt, you participated in the cover up of Artemis' death. Wally didn't take her death well, her actually being alive well, or your or Dick's involvement in the matter well. Eventually reaching better terms once Kaldur and Artemis were able to stop the Reach and the Light.

That's how you made it here. With your relationship with Wally on the mend, you were running to counter the distributor that endangered Earth and all of its inhabitants.

So you kept running.

"Y/n get out of here! It's dangerous" Wally yelled at you, the high speeds distorted his words along with the disruptor.

"No four speedsters are better than three Walls!" Despite the yelling from your brother and uncle, you kept running.

You were a little faster than Wally, but still slower than the Flash and Impulse. You let yourself fall back to Wally's speed, and nodded at him with solidarity. You kept running.

Each pass around the disruptor you looked at Dick. You wanted to run into his arms and let him take the weight off your sore legs, but you couldn't leave. Then a shock was sent down your spine. You stumbled a little bit but kept running nonetheless.

You and Wally looked at each other and with each hit the chrysalis had on you the slower the two of you became. Still you both ran, you ran so that the world wouldn't be destroyed.

Barry looked at the two of you with worry in his eyes, despite being related by marriage he sometimes acted like the two of you were his own kids. Which was only strengthened when you both moved in with him and Iris after your parents divorced. He taught you both how to run.

The chrysalis continued to dispel its energy onto the two of you. You and Wally were fading from existence, and Barry reached out to you, his hand passing through your shoulder. You kept running.

"It's no good Barry" You looked at Wally and took his hand in yours, "Artemis is so gonna kill me, and don't even get me started on Mom and Dad"

You and Wally shared a knowing look. Neither of you were going to make it out of this. The damage had already been done. So you kept running together.

"Just tell them okay," You said to Barry as you and Wally faded from time and space.

~~~

Nightwing could faintly hear Jaime talking, something both him and you knew to be his scarab.

"Cease? Cease what?" He yelled.

Before Nightwing could work up the courage to ask what he was talking about the chrysalis retreated and left behind a cloud of disrupted snow.

Dick started running towards where the chrysalis used to be and allowed the snow to settle.

When it finally did the team could only see two speedsters in the aftermath. Miss. Martian and Kaldur helped them up while both he and Artemis frantically looked around the open space.

"Wait. Where's Wally?" Artemis shouted before Dick could even think to string together a sentence.

"Artemis, Dick, they wanted me to tell you-" Artemis interrupted him with denial, "they loved you both"

Artemis fell to the ground, and Dick swayed a little before falling to his knees as well. He knew he should be crying, but nothing was coming out. All he could do was hold the hand you were holding minutes ago and stare and where you were just running.

~~~

Dick thought about that day a lot. He dreamt about it. He dreamed of everything he could have done to stop you or keep you from seeing Wally risk his life. In every scenario you ran anyway.

Everything reminded him of you, but for some reason places you went to together pulled him close and tortured his proximity with the memory of you.

Nightwing sat on the rooftop of your old apartment building in Blüdhaven where, when you lived there, he ended up spending most of his time. Now it was inhabited by a couple with a baby, and he imagined his life if you hadn't disappeared years earlier.

After a long while, he allowed himself to continue his patrol, and ended on his fire escape and let himself in. Flopping on his bed after shedding his suit and falling asleep immediately. He didn't even hear his Justice League comm going off.

~~~

A loud slamming knock woke him up from his sleep, and a quick glance at his alarm clock let him know he was only asleep for a couple hours.

The knocking on his door got more frantic very quickly and he silently hoped that his neighbors wouldn't report him for the noise.

Tim stood on the other side of the door in his civilian clothes looking a bit out of breath.

"Tim? Is everything okay?" Dick tried to take his arm to pull him inside but Tim's feet stayed planted firmly on the ground.

"No. We've been trying to reach you for hours. You need to come with me" His sentence was interrupted by his gasping for air.

"Okay Tim. Let me just get a shirt on and we'll go"

Soon they were off, and when he got to the ground floor he saw Alfred parked out front.

"Hello Master Dick"

"Hey Alfred, where are we going"

"I think Master Bruce is the better choice for an explanation"

The ride to a zeta tube was quiet with Tim glancing at him several times in the rearview mirror. When in the zeta tube Dick and Tim were transported to the Watchtower, and with still no idea of why he was being brought into space.

Everything that involved someone needing League help was quickly shot down by Tim being the one to get him.

Batman was standing at the zeta tube waiting for them, and for a split second Dick thought he should have been wearing his suit. Bruce took his arm and guided him to the med bay.

"Dick, I wouldn't have called you here if someone else could confirm this, but I think in this case you're the best one to do this"

"Wait, what am I even doing here, no one has explained anything to me" Dick stopped right in front of the emergency doors and made Bruce look at him.

"Dick, we think that Kid Flash and Red Rapid survived the chrysalis, and somehow made it back here. We received a distress call from the North Pole late yesterday, and we brought them back here" Bruce tried to calmly explain this to him without overwhelming him, but he wasn't sure there was a way to do that.

"So you're saying that they are behind those doors. You're saying that my best friend and my partner are behind those doors after we buried them years ago. Mourned them?" His voice cracked by the end of his small speech. Both Tim and Bruce put a hand on his shoulder, and allowed his tears to fall.

After a few minutes Dick wiped his face and prepared himself for seeing the two people he loved most in the world other than his family. A little push of the door revealed two hospital beds, one with the red-head who he called his best friend, and the other with his partner who was sound asleep, surely exhausted from whatever journey they had gone through to get back.

"Dick?" Wally's voice was almost a whisper and Dick walked over to his bed stopping just before he reached out to touch him.

Quickly Wally grabbed Dick's hand and pulled him into a warm embrace, "I missed you so much Wally. I missed you so much" again the tears began to flow.

"I missed you too man, can you call Arty please I miss her too" Dick pulled himself away from him and gave him a nod.

With a squeeze of Wally's shoulder he went out the doors and asked Tim to call Artemis, and was notified that she was already on her way.

Going back to tell Wally he told Dick, "Go to Y/n, they need you more than I do"

The moment he was dreading came. Still this was the moment he hoped for since the day of your death. He sat in the leather chair next to your bed and gently shook your shoulder. Your eyes fluttered open like they would if it was a movie and you looked into his gorgeous icy blue eyes.

"Hey, handsome, you come here often", the joke left your lips and immediately his lips were on yours. Your arms found your place around his neck and pulled him as close as humanly possible.

"Babe", another kiss to your forehead, and you slid over to make room for him on the bed where he happily sat and snuggled up close to you, "Things just haven't been the same without you"

"Tell me all about it honey, I want to know everything about you" You looked into his eyes and allowed your nose to touch his.

"Maybe later, I just want to hold you, and never let you go"

Your forehead pressed against his and you allowed yourself to relax. Soon you would discuss what you both experienced but right now, holding each other was enough.

~~~

After a lot of tests the League let both you and Wally leave the Watchtower as long as Dick and Artemis looked over you. On your way back to his apartment, where you agreed would be the best place for you to be, he wanted to make a quick stop.

You zeta'd to the Mount. Justice where the lights were dark, and Dick took your hand in his.

"Now I wanted to ask you a long time ago, but I figured we could start where we left off, you know with the romance stuff. Hit the lights Gar!"

The lights came on and the mountain came alive. Most everything was the way you left it, only newer appliances and a ton of renovations. Maybe if you squinted a few more holes in the wall.

As the fairy lights illuminated the walls, you couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over you. The faces of the young heroes you trained, now grown into their own, the old Young Justice team, and your mentors were all gathered around. You looked to Dick to ask what was going on, but when you looked over you had to look to the ground where he was kneeling.

"I know we have a lot to talk about and work out, but there is no one who I would rather spend the rest of my life with", He met your eyes and opened the little box in his hands. A small shiny ring glimmered inside the velvet box, "would you do me the honor of being marrying me"

A couple of blinks and a second of silence later, "Yes! Of course I'll marry you", Suddenly Dick stood up and wrapped his arms around your waist and twirled you around in a circle. Once he set you down, he placed the ring on your finger and kissed your lips.

You dashed over to Wally, Bart, and Barry and gave them the biggest hugs. Barry held onto you for a long moment, despite seeing you very soon after you got to the Watchtower emotions were still high and he wanted to make sure you weren't going to dematerialize again.

You hugged all the kids, who were now young adults, and allowed your tears to flow down your cheeks. Though with the huge smile plastered on your face no one was confused about what you felt in this moment. You decided it was time to stand still for a little while.

~~~~~

Author's Note: The ring was in fact his mother's. I've read that some Romani people burn their loved ones belongings once they die but I think that they would give the rings to Dick to use as his own ~If anyone knows if this is true please let me know!

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I Have a Dilemma...

If as many people as possible could let me know what they think that would be amazing! Even if you don't plan on reading the fic your preference is still helpful! Also I might not care what the poll says and change my mind... so keep that in mind.

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Dearie~ Masterlist

Hazbin Hotel Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: What happens when you sacrifice yourself for the Radio Demon.

Part One~ Takin' Care of Business Part Two~ Communication Breakdown Part Three~ We'll Meet Again Part Four~ Puttin' On the Ritz Part Five~ I Heard it Through the Grapevine

Author's Note: The story is completed and here is the masterlist I really hope you enjoyed it!

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Ballet on the Bayou~ Masterlist

Hazbin Hotel Alastor x Ballerina! Reader

Summary: You are the lead in Swan Lake and your troupe is in New Orleans, Louisiana, and you grab the attention of Alastor.

Part 1~ Opening Number Part 2~ Act 1 Part 3~ Intermission Part 4~ Act 2 Part 5~ The Finale

Author's Note: This story is completed but I may come back to it eventually if there's anything else I feel like I can add to this alternate universe. Anyway here is the masterlist for just this story and I hope you enjoy!

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It's Called: Freefall

Hazbin Lucifer x Archangel! Reader

Summary: You freefall...

Trigger Warning: Isolation, rejection, and suicidal themes (listen to the song this is based off of)

Word Count: 1120

When you called your old friend Lucifer, you didn't expect to meet him in a quiet human coffee house with a few humans going in and out. Your heart pounded in your chest as you as across from him. Innocently he pushed a latte towards you with a weak smile.

You reciprocate the gesture with an eager smile, the warmth of the coffee cup seeping through your fingers. As the bitter liquid danced on your taste buds, he seized the moment to pose the first question.

"Why did you ask me here?" After many years, hearing his voice was music to your ears.

"Not sure, maybe I want you to pull me down to Hell with you"

His eyes narrowed, a subtle frown forming on his lips as your words hung in the air. Desperate to diffuse the tension, you forced a laugh, but the weight of his gaze lingered.

"Maybe you would make it easy and offer me cigarettes, dominos, or rum" You teased.

"Not only sundowns, Sundays, Christmas for me" Though a joke no laughter came from him.

"I just needed an old friend. I could never hope to keep the new seraphim as friends. I tried to give them what I thought that they wanted, never could they be such a good friend as you've been"

"Come on, Y/n, don't get me venting on friends that resent you. All I've ever been is a noose to hang onto, reckless I fell into Hell where I hang with nothing and no one"

Your hand found him from across the table, "I could follow you..."

"Even the devil needs time alone sometimes" In a blink he was gone with a puff of smoke.

~~~

When you returned to Heaven you allowed yourself to sink the floor of your bedroom. Allowing tears to flow from your eyes down your cheeks.

Your "friends" never listened to your ideas, and shot them down at every chance they had. Adam had shunned you from the court after his private meeting with Sera about your sympathies with the devil.

Angel's avoided you and human souls steered clear of your wake.

The weight of rejection and isolation pressed on your shoulders, tempting you to abandon the celestial realm that had turned its back on you. The thought of leaving it all behind gained momentum within your conflicted heart.

You could let it all go.

You could let it all go.

It's called freefall.

You started writing to Lucifer about your plans.

It's called freefall

~~~

Days turned into a slow, agonizing wait before a black envelope, delivered with an impatient huff from Sera, found its way into your hands.

Still, the red seal made you giddy with excitement. However, after opening the letter you soon understood that you shouldn't have opened it.

Dearest, Y/n

Stop. Do not talk like that. You shouldn't fall. I can't even be bothered with this, you better handle your shit. Keep about your wits, you know yourself and who I am. The devil isn't a friend to anyone, Y/n.

~Lucifer

Hours turned into agonizing days as you sat amidst the remnants of your torn bedroom, the echo of your screams still reverberating in your ears. Each piece of the room held a memory, a fragment of the friendship that now seemed shattered beyond repair. You scoured your conversations with Lucifer, trying to find the roots of this passive-aggressive letter.

Lucifer was your best friend, and has been for centuries, and never in your life had you imagined him practically disowning you after letting him into your innermost thoughts.

You threw the letter into the burning fireplace in your room stomped your way to Sera, and demanded to be sent to Hell.

Without so much as a trial, which even Lucifer and the other Deadly Sins were allowed, she cursed you and sent you down.

It's called freefall.

It's called freefall.

~~~

As you plummeted, the familiar celestial lights ethereally faded from your view, replaced by a menacing red glow. The once weightless fall morphed into a descent fraught with a hellish heat that seemed to seep into your very bones. The stench of sulfur filled your nose, assaulting your senses with the undeniable reality of your new existence.

You allowed your eyes to close as you imagined your new life. You imagined Lucifer and all the grand ideas you would think up together. The change that you could make in Hell, and maybe eventually Heaven would see. You could see real friendship in your future.

~~~

Despite your continuous knocking at the Devil's door he never bothered to answer. You allowed yourself to curl up near the door, and rest your weary bones.

After a long time you heard the click of boots, and the tumble of a kicked stone growing closer.

A warm hand touched your shoulder, "Hey, what are you doing out this late, it's like 2 am, and nothing's open in Hell, it's a rule I made, anyway" You felt his weight shift as he sat on the stair next to you.

You peered your head above your arms to him. "So, you're still too busy saving everybody else, to save yourself. That's a story to tell"

A surprised look crossed his face when he saw yours. His eyes scanned your body for any injuries, then wrapped his arms around you.

"I told you not to do this, you could've gotten past those feelings. You didn't have to fall", Tears fell his face. He knew the shame and the isolation that came with falling. He knew the sad faces and disappointed looks better than anyone. It was something he never wanted you to experience, and never wanted you to know.

"Hey, let it all out, this is where I'm meant to be, Luci" You pulled his form into yours, and you could feel his shoulders relax in your grip.

His face found solace in the curve of your neck, tears staining your skin as he sought refuge in your embrace. The weight of his remorse hung heavy in the air, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of compassion and confusion. The tears spoke of a shared pain, a vulnerability you hadn't expected from the mighty Lucifer. As his silent sobs echoed in the infernal air, you grappled with the complexity of emotions that his apology unearthed.

"I'm sorry for what I wrote, I thought if I pushed you away, it wouldn't end up like this", Maybe if he just pushed you away, made you feel as though you could live with the pretentious angels that surrounded you. You wouldn't want to fall.

"I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to be here" You promised him. 

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A Helluva Rescue

Fizzarolli x Succubus! Kingpin! Reader x Asmodeus

Summary: Inspired by season 2 episode 6, "Oops". Luckily Ozzie puts his best man/woman on the job to get Fizzie home safe

Trigger Warnings: Violence, guns, abduction, sexual themes, strong language, and general dark themes

Word Count: 1860

Being a famous Hellborn gave you some perks that so many did not have the gull to dream about. It gave you access to powerful people, and you climbed your way to the top of the Hellborn food chain. This is how you met the Sin of Lust, Asmodeus. You often provided protection for his dancers and other employees when they left the Lust Ring. Or when you personally delivered goods from other rings to the sin.

After a few years of this you met Fizzarolli, who's spunky attitude you had come to adore. You found yourself at Ozzie's nightclub more than you'd like to admit, and one night you had a red envelope with gold lettering sitting at your usual seat.

I have a different proposal for you tonight, meet me backstage after the show and we'll discuss

~Ozzie

As anyone who wanted the Sin and his imp could imagine, the rest was history.

Despite your relationship with Fizz and Ozzie you spent most of your days in Greed. Dominating the heart of Greed Ring, your empire sprawled amidst towering skyscrapers that gleamed with the opulence of wealth. The air reeked of ambition and desperation, the constant hum of financial dealings echoing through the crowded streets. You reveled in the cutthroat atmosphere and the relentless pursuit of wealth that defined this particular part of Hell. 

Still many days were spent traveling to other rings. You went to the Pride Ring a couple times a year, and looked after some business dealings there. Though you couldn't own a human soul, it didn't mean you did have proxies to deal in them for you.

The Envy Ring granted you access to different sorts of people who were willing to spend money to get things from unsavory means. You want authentic blood sapphires, you got it. You want real human teeth, it'll be x amount. You want to get your nails done by Pride's top sinner without ever stepping foot there, well you were sure it could be arranged.

Your favorite place however, was the Lust Ring. Not for the slobs who insisted that just because you were a succubus you wanted to bang, but for your loving and doting partners.

~~~

Ozzie large hands massaging your back, "Oh darling, these knots are deep, you simply must come visit more often"

Fizz's jokes at the club, "I know you're jealous, the people I bang are 1000 times hotter than you losers"

The pampering, the caring, and god the sex was amazing.

~~~

This time however, Ozzie called you while you were in a meeting with a new client who was in debt to a loan shark. Quickly you had your assistant take over the meeting and you stepped out into the hall.

"What is it Ozzie-bear"

"Hey Doll, Fizzie had some meeting in Greed today and I was wondering if you could maybe send someone to look after him, ya know, without him knowing"

"Why didn't you send people with him, Ozzie?"

"You know how he gets sugar, he gave me the puppy eyes"

With a little smirk and a roll of your eyes, you told him you would get your best and most discreet people on the job.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"No biggie Ozzie, gotta keep our boy safe and sound"

After a quick good-bye, who are you kidding with either of your boys, good-byes were never short. A long string of I love you's and see you laters was given before eventually the new client and your assistant left the meeting room.

~~~

Seated behind your lavish desk, you sifted through an imposing mountain of meticulously organized papers, each document representing a different facet of your empire. When your phone starts to buzz. 

"Boss, something bad just happened, Fizzarolli got into a fight with some imp then they were both grabbed, me and Hen are going up to find him but-" Two shots could be heard from the other end, and two thuds presumably the two hellborn you hired to protect Fizz.

You growled as you crushed the burner phone in your fist.

"Jazz, get my jacket, I gotta teach some bitches a lesson"

~~~

Fizz started thrashing on the floor of the cage they were put in, and Blitz looked as though he was about to explode. Then you waltzed in the door with your tail swinging in circles from your right hand.

"Hey Crimson, Hey Striker, long time no see boys' ' You jumped on a crate and crossed your legs. "I hear you have somethin' of value"

"Hey, Darlin', I sure missed yer face", Striker walked up to you and took your hand in his and placed a long wet kiss to your knuckles.

Internally you groaned, but you were going to get Fizz out of this no matter what. You pressed your lips together and crossed your legs a little tighter, "Mhm, Could say the same about you, Striker".

Striker chuckled a little and got back to business, discussing prices for Fizz like he was a slab of meat.

"I don't know Striker, we have a pretty lucrative contract on the books" Crimson teased.

Your brows scrunched, who could it be, and how did they get the word out so quickly. It took you less than an hour to get from your office to this dump.

"Hmm, I think I could find a quick buyer for the real deal Fizzarolli, I'll pay double what the other guy is paying" With that everyone in the room looked at you. Their eyebrows raised and a sly grin on their face.

"Double and I get to spend the night with ya, that's offers always on the table for you babe," As Striker propositioned, a flicker of irritation crossed your face – a testament to your aversion to these negotiations 

"How about I see the merchandise first?" You tapped his nose with your fingernail and gave him a smirk.

"Anything for you sug" With a quick nod the cage descended from the ceiling and you hands went to the guns on your hips.

Two goons dragged Fizz and another imp from the cage and tossed them at your feet. You almost let your emotions get the better of you when Fizz hit the floor with a groan.

"Can someone untie them? I want to see the merchandise before I buy it, and I haven't got all day" Again another nod from Striker, and the two were untied.

Fizz had his hands over his eyes and was silently crying to himself. Despite you wanting him to look at you, to give him some reassurance, you also hoped he didn't just in case he revealed your relationship with him. Unlike Fizz and Ozzie, your relationship to them was more discrete. The other imp was still shouting, and you saw a gun holster, minus the gun, on his hip as well.

"I'd take the other imp, off your hands as well, he'll make a delicious snack for whoever buys Fizzarolli" Striker walked up to Crimson and started to discuss pricing on Blitz, with the right numbers Striker would give him to you because, as you learned, everything has a price.

You stalked over to Blitz, though the affiliation with guns was the only thing you knew about him, walked around him for a moment, quickly cutting the tape that still bound his hands with your sharp fingernail. Making eye contact with him you pressed a finger to your lips and shoved a gun in his hand without anyone noticing.

A smile spread across Blitz's face as you grabbed Fizz and threw him over your shoulder and started to make a run for it. You shot everyone you saw on the way down the stairs, while Blitz covered everyone behind you.

Once Fizz was safely in the car you continued to cover Blitz until he made it as well. However, before you could get in the car and signal to the driver to get away Striker pressed the hot barrel of his gun to your temple.

"Well sugar, I guess this is checkmate" But just before he could pull the trigger, Asmodeus appeared, snatching the gun from his hands and throwing it across the street.

"Just what do you think you're doing?" Ozzie growled in Striker's face. Ozzie grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. You just put a hand on his huge forearm, and he threw Striker to the ground.

With a growl the great Asmodeus shrunk and fit himself into the limousine with the two imps and succubus.

The driver peeled out of the place as soon as the door was closed and you collapsed into the nearest seat. Fizz huddled in a dark corner, his breaths coming in rapid gasps as panic gripped him. Your heart sank at the sight, a mix of worry and determination flooding your thoughts. Despite the familiar smell of wherever he was, he couldn't shake the danger of the gunfight or being held captive so quickly. Blitz stood over him leveling the gun at your forehead.

"Does ANYONE want to tell me what the FUCK just happened"

~~~

The screeching tires signaled your escape, but the tension lingered in the air, still adrenaline was high in all parties involved. 

You explained the situation to Blitz while pulling Fizzarolli in between you and Oz who smiled up at the both of you.

"Ah Fizz you could've just told me you were fucking them", Ozzie, sensing Fizz's discomfort, shot Blitz a stern glance, causing him to back off immediately.

Blitz was waiting for the car to stop where he could get out and call someone who's name was Loona.

Once that happened you, Fizz, and Ozzie snuggled up in the backseat with both Fizz and Ozzie tearing up.

"I'm so sorry that happened Froggie, you will be getting a full escort the next time you even leave the mansion" Ozzie coddled Fizz all the way to bed and you tucked him in and told him that you and Ozzie had to talk business for a minute.

"Thanks for the save back there Ozzie, I would've been done for, if it wasn't for you" The slight burn on your head pulsed, a persistent reminder of the close call, but you dismissed it, not wanting Ozzie to worry unnecessarily.

"Sweetheart, you didn't tell me you were hurt" He grabbed your right shoulder and inspected the bullet wound that must've just grazed you, and the small burn on your temple you tried to hide with your fingers.

"I didn't even notice it Ozzie" Still he sat you down on his desk and bandaged you up.

"There, Doll, all better" You smiled as he kissed the white bandages, and picked you up to take you to bed. "By the way, Doll, you did all the heavy lifting".

You snuggled in a little closer to his chest and breathed out content with the moment.

"Breakfast tomorrow?" You mumbled already falling asleep.

"Always, pancakes with extra whipped cream" He set you between him and Fizz where you usually slept.

Your boys tangled their limbs with your and scooched as close as they could to snuggle up with you.

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Dearie~ Part 5

Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: The end of a deal, and a new beginning.

Trigger Warnings: Abusive Relationship, Recovery, Emotional Distress, Trauma, and Captivity

Word Count: 952

Previous

Alastor ascended the stairs to the control room of Vox Tower, watching each TV along the way static and eventually the circuit board go up in flames.

His grin widened with each step and each television went up in flames. It meant that his plan was working. Approaching the door he pulled on his overcoat and straightened his sleeves, and pushed the door open.

In the center of the room Carmilla was smiling over Velvette and Zestial over Valentino. Vox was on the ground, his screen cracked by all the blows to the main frame.

"How bold Alastor, y̴̍ͅo̸͑ͅṳ̵̂ ̴͓̊k̴̳͝n̴͉̏o̶̦̽w̵̖͝ ̵͔̉I̸͉͌ ̵̲͐s̴̤͗t̵̢͑i̵̭̓l̸͎̂l̷͉͝ ̴̢͛ô̸̭ẃ̷̱n̷͖̋ ̵̺̑h̵̯̓ẻ̵͜r̸̘͝ ̶̡̾s̷̱̒o̶̟͊ú̵̫l̸͎̏ ̸̢̀r̴̼͋i̸͓͌g̸̠̎h̵͕͂t̷̨͠?̶̥͗?" Vox's desperate pleas stumbled from his lips, a last-ditch effort to salvage what remained of his crumbling empire.

"Ah yes, that is what I've come here to discuss. Let's make a d̷͓̀e̵̛͇á̴̦l̵͍̑", A triumphant grin spread across Alastor's face as he extended his hand to Vox, offering a deal that echoed with the satisfaction of a well-executed plan, "My Dearie, for the remains of your empire. Sound fair?"

Vox's gaze shifted to Velvette and Val, their cries of pain piercing through the air. The cost of their agony weighed heavily on him, a stark reminder of the consequences he faced, and everything he still had to lose. 

"Yes, Alastor, I'll take it" Vox grabbed Alastor's clawed hand and shook. The contract he made years ago with you burned up into a green flame, and a new contact appeared before him which with a flourish he signed.

"Good, I'll be seeing you old friend" Alastor disappeared into the shadows along with Zestial, and Carmilla stalked out of the room laughing.

~~~

The shaking stopped and after a moment you opened your eyes and removed the hands from your neck. The chains you continuously felt around your wrists and neck vanished from your senses.

You heard light footsteps approach your door, and you summoned any strength left in your bones to get your voice ready.

However, when the door gently opened it revealed Alastor, and not your former captor. A mixture of relief and joy erupted in a cry from your throat as you stumbled to your feet, rushing into Alastor's waiting embrace.

You allowed your body to be lifted from the floor and wrapped your limbs around Alastor. He twirled you around in his arms and took a deep breath.

You allowed Alastor to guide you through the shadows to a place you'd never seen. A bright lobby of a hotel materialized around you and your eyes adjusted to the light.

For the first time in a while you felt perfectly safe, and for Alastor he could feel the weight of the world slip off of his shoulders.

You untangle yourself from his arms and look around and the rundown hotel lobby. A crappy bar, an ugly reception desk, and a small Television surrounded by couches. The lone television in the rundown lobby sent shivers down your spine, but the reassuring presence of Alastor beside you comforted your unease.

~~~

After a couple of day recuperating in Alastor's room, now your bedroom as well, and his recording studio you felt comfortable enough to meet the others who helped you.

Charlie Morningstar, the Princess of Hell, surpassed your expectations. Her infectious joy filled the air as she animatedly spoke about the Hotel and her altruistic aspirations. Alastor was about to interrupt her, but you just put your hand in his. Looking up at him, your eyes conveyed content with the conversation. You could listen to the girl speak all day, just for her passion.

Vaggie tried to be as accommodating as she could. She constantly checked in on you and allowed you to talk to her about anything on your mind. You liked her company and allowed her to talk to you about her past. She talked to you about being used as a weapon, you knew there was something she wasn't telling you, but you wouldn't push.

Husk was wary of you, but understood that his life became much easier and much better when you came about. You convinced Alastor to loosen the chains that held him and Niffy in his service. You couldn't convince him to let them go completely but Husk saw a visible difference in his "employer".

You and Angel became fast friends. Within his contact with Vox, he managed to secure Angel's safety. You allowed yourself to trust him with the worst of the abuse you faced at the hands of the Vees, and he trusted you with his abuse from Valentino. You bonded through the trauma you shared, and through your shared love of performance.

Collaborating with everyone, you transformed the hotel's basement into a haven, a small club that defied the typical Pride Ring establishments. No loud music, no strippers or dancers, no drugs, only a small bar with Husk's expertise behind it.

The stage was the star of the space. You and Angel frequently were the celebrities of the night, singing for hours until eventually the club closed down for the night., out of respect for Charlie and the guests of the hotel.

Your presence and the club allowed more patrons into the hotel, and more and more sinners were given a chance at redemption.

~~~

"Dearie, you have no idea how much I missed you"

"Al, I was gone for an hour to help Angel clean up" You giggled at his remarks, and tucked yourself into bed beside him.

"I am aware, but I would stop at nothing to make you happy"

"I know that dear. Al?"

"Yes, Mon Cherie?"

"I love you"

“I love you too, Dearie," Alastor whispered, his words carrying the weight of their shared struggles and triumphs.

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Dearie~ Pt. 4

Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: A pot left to boil may simmer over at some point, and Vox is about to learn that lesson.

Trigger Warnings: Physical Violence (Against Reader), Abuse, Coercion, Kidnapping, Restraint, and Manipulation

Word Count: 1395

Previous | Next

"Satan! Why are you so difficult! I do e̵̙̕ṽ̶̘͝ė̸͉̼̍ṟ̷͋y̴̥͑t̷̥̝̿̄h̵̛̳ǐ̵͍͈̉n̶̢̋g̴͙͈̐͛ for you and t̵̝̔h̵̘̉ḯ̸͈s̴̫̓ is how you repay me, you b̷̟͝i̶͓͝ṫ̷͉c̸͎̐h̵̼̅" Every buffered word reverberated through the room, each syllable a heavy step that brought Vox closer. He loomed over you, a shadow casting its weight upon your curled-up form in the dimly lit corner. The air crackled with tension as the pungent scent of demon rage filled the confined space.

"If you would just listen," Vox's voice resonated, carrying a mix of frustration and desperation. His plea hung in the air, a haunting echo of a desire for understanding. “I wouldn’t have to do this”

His foot stomped against your temple, and your whole world went dark before you could even make a sound.

~~~

In the end Alastor ended up back at the hotel, right back where he started. His Darling, still trapped, and possibly worse off then she was before, with no way out.

As Alastor pondered the plan he toyed with, a heavy sigh escaped him. The weight of the decision settled in his chest. He hesitated, knowing the gravity of the steps he was about to take. Yet, for the sake of his dear, he knew he had no other choice.

~~~

Alastor asked his old friend Zestial to call a meeting. There stood all of the relevant overlords of the Pride Ring, minus the Vees. Luckily all of them just so happened to be friendly with him, and or loved his Darling. She was a charmer and that did not end with run of the mill demons on the street.

"Why have you called us here, Alastor" Carmilla was straight to the point, and obviously had better things to be doing.

"During my seven-year hiatus," Alastor began, his tone measured, "my Dearie struck a deal with Vox. She's in trouble, and I require your assistance to bring her back." The room fell silent as the overlords absorbed the weight of his words, their expressions shifting from curiosity to concern.

The Overlords scooted in closer and unanimously agreed that they would help, not just for Alastor’s sake but for the sake of their friend.

Alastor supposed it was time to get down to business.

~~~

When you woke up you felt real restraints tying you to a chair. A pair of handcuffs linked each arm to their armrest, and your legs were duct taped together.

"Finally you're up!" Vox jumped from the box he was sitting on, looking up from scrolling on his phone, "Good, I thought I lost you there"

You tried to pull yourself free from the shackles but as you had assumed they were not budging.

You slumped back in your seat. You were well aware that seeing Alastor was a bad idea, and it wasn't going to end well. However, just in case you didn't make it you wanted to see him one last time, and hold him again even if for a moment.

"Now, I assume you're going to be a good girl and do as I say. You are going to hair and makeup to get all dolled up for a special performance on Vox-2-Nite, and you're going to perform the song I wrote for you exactly as written. You are going to show the world how grateful you are for us and then you're going to do it all over again tomorrow. Okay, doll, now you are going to be on your best behavior" He carefully unlocked one of your cuffs.

You circled your sore wrist, and once your other was free made a move to punch him right in his flat face. However, a blue chain wrapped around your wrist, and pulled you to the side.

"Ah, ah, ah, what did I say about being a good girl" He landed a swift kick to your stomach, "Pretty please will you cooperate, wouldn't want to make make-up's job harder than it already is"

He dragged you from the chain, up multiple flights of stairs, and around many hallways until you reached a dressing room.

"Fix her! She's on in an hour" He growled at the nearest make-up artist, who promptly got to work concealing your many bruises and cuts caused by Vox himself.

~~~

"Umm Alastor," Charlie tentatively called to him from the lobby, "I think you're going to want to see this"

He told the hotel about his plans right after his meeting with the other overlords. While Charlie didn't want her people to resort to violence, she knew that this was one of the rare exceptions to that idea. She knew that you were being hurt by Vox and his fellow Vees, and even though she had never met you, she knew you were special by the way Alastor cared about you.

So when Alastor appeared to question what Charlie wanted he was greeted by a horrible sight on the picture-box in front of him.

There you stood, your beautiful face obviously covered in make-up that you didn't usually wear. Your eyes sunken in, and your dress nothing like what you would normally wear. Worse of all were the handprints around your neck, and Alastor knew just who to blame for those.

As the haunting melody filled the room, each note carried the weight of the protagonist's suppressed emotions. With each word, the performance became a silent plea for freedom, the lyrics echoing the depths of a love distorted by Vox's malevolence. The protagonist's eyes, hidden behind layers of makeup, betrayed a profound sadness.

One day, I loved you, the next you were gone, Never looking back, to see if I was okay. Maybe it will be okay, but the shadows grow long, In the afterlife, a cannibal's wife, oh deer, darling, look what we've done. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. Once the apple of your eye, now abandoned and cold, Never to see the light of day, your shining face I can't hold. In this twisted fate, a tragic tale unfolds, I'm tethered to the screen, where our story's been sold.

The lyrics echoed in your mind, a bittersweet reminder of the entwined fate that held you captive. The words became a mantra, a whispered promise that somewhere beyond the screen, a chance for a different ending awaited.

Oh deer, darling, the pain never subsides, In this afterlife, where love painfully hides. A cinematic nightmare, I'm forever confined, To the echoes of our past, lost in rewind. A pity, a shame, how the game was played, A pawn in the king's palm I shall stay. You'll see me on screen, forced to watch, As I spoil and rot, our love left to decay. But maybe in another life, our paths will align, Beyond the screens, where love's star will brightly shine. For now, I'll linger in this haunting reel, A cannibal's wife, trapped in a love surreal.

The melancholy tune continued and reverberated through. Everyone is listening.

Luckily you wouldn't be singing his song much longer.

~~~

As the weeks crawled by, a clandestine plan took shape in the shadows. The air crackled with anticipation, each passing day building toward an inevitable confrontation. Whispers of rebellion lingered in the halls of Vox Tower

 Vox Tower was quite literally shaking on its foundation. A radio crackle came from below your bed, and you rushed to check it.

"Alastor?"

"Get somewhere safe, mon cherie" The static cut off abruptly and the shaking became worse. All you could do was crouch in the corner and cover your neck with your hands.

~~~

"What the f̸̛̱̏̃͛̈́͋̌̍͑́͝͝ừ̴͖͍̯̥̦͔͓̿͛͌͌̽̍̂̅͝c̵̨̟̤̫̺͉̥̓̾͂̿̆̇̇̾̑͗̚k̶͈̼̑̄̋ͅ is going on!" Vox's enraged voice reverberated through Vox Tower. Val and Velvette scrambled to restore order, but Vox's control was slipping. His fortress, once an impenetrable bastion of power, now quivered under the rebellion of overlords.

"Well it seems, that the overlords are fighting back along with those cannibal bitches" Velvette tried to calmly explain the situation, but every word seemed to anger Vox more and more.

The Overlords were turning on them. Led by Alastor they were destroying televisions, VoxSecurity Stores, Billboards, anything they could get their dirty hands on. Their sights were set on Vox Tower, the epicenter of innovation in the Pride Ring. Soon they would descend upon them.

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:0 why is this so sad

that scene from Invincible but it’s Batman and Nightwing

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Dearie~ Part 3

Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: You and Alastor are reunited, that doesn't come without consequences.

Trigger Warnings: Violence, gore, blood, injury, manipulation, emotional distress, abuse, physical restraints

Word Count: 1638

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Vox left you with Velvette to try on outfits for the show and to get ready for the runway you would walk later today. Velvette was not in the mood to take any shit, so Vox knew you would be on your best behavior while you were with her. You had been on the receiving end of Velvette's show day tantrums many times before.

Walking up the stairs to Valentino's room he recognized shouting and many things, most likely expensive things, breaking. Taking a deep breath he opened the doors to see Val seething. The air in Valentino's room hung heavy with the acrid scent of demon rage, shattered glass crunching beneath Vox's shoes as he entered. It turns out Angel Dust was at some hotel, and Val wanted to go after him himself. 

After Valentino was coaxed off that precipice of fury, an uneasy calm settled over the room.

"There's someone else at that hotel, whatever it's called, Hazbin Hotel" A glitch crossed Vox's face when he heard the word. Something he taunted Alastor with a long time ago. He regained his composure quickly.

"What, someone who owes you money?"

"Someone who owes us a lot more than money... the Radio Demon"

In that moment, Vox's composure shattered like glass, a buffering error adorned his screen momentarily before showing off a darkened expression.

"How in the infernal realms is he back? It's impossible." Vox's mind raced, the return of the Radio Demon dredging up memories and fears he thought were buried.

"Maybe not because no one has gotten involved yet"

"What does this mean for us, Val?"

"It means that maybe we SHOULD send a message after all"

~~~

A simmering inferno surged within Alastor, threatening to engulf every fiber of his demonic essence as he inspected his Darling in chains. His Darling was displayed on every single screen across town. Velvette's newest lingerie, a silk veil of temptation, clung to her form. The worst part is the chains around her wrists and throat held by none other than Vox himself.

Vox's smile flickered like a dying ember, a harbinger of the storm that loomed within. Vox knew he was back in town and would do anything to get under his skin. The Radio Demon had to plan his next steps very carefully so as to not get his Darling hurt anymore than this silly picture show campaign already has.

Others have seemed to notice the provocative ads. Lesser demons took pictures like they were in fear that somehow they would never be able to see them again. Little did they know Vox would never allow that to happen.

~~~

"See sweet thing, was that so hard?"

Vox smiled at her place on the ground. Her body was covered in bruises from the hellish chains wrapped around her body. Valentino clapped from his director's chair.

"Look at you! You would look so good in my next movie, Dollface!"

Vox's gaze snapped upward, a storm of anger and defiance brewing in his crimson eyes.

"Valentino, that was not the deal. This is the only public ad campaign that she will do for you and Velvette's line currently. Until I say otherwise! Is that clear Val dearest"

Val nodded, his eyes rolling with a theatrical flourish, "Well, I must be going, other things to do and all that. Tata"

Val left the studio leaving you and Vox alone in the room together. The chains dissipated and you were left to sit up on your own accord.

"What would you say to dinner, Sugar?"

~~~

Alastor did his best to keep tabs on you, but Vox's security made it incredibly difficult. Not impossible however.

"Hello, Angel, how are you on this hellish day?"

"Heaven, Smiles what do you want"

"I was wondering if you had any idea what Vox wants with this dame?"

It took nearly all of his strength not to call you his, in that moment, but nothing could jeopardize getting you home and safe at this point.

"Her? Oh Vox's plaything... all I saw was her leavin' the studio with him. She had this look in her eyes. Nothing good when it comes to the Vees that's for sure"

"Any ideas on where they were going?"

"Vox was talking to some lady about a reservation. Something fancy I assume, Rosie's something"

With that little bit of knowledge Alastor made his way to Cannibal Town.

~~~

"Why did you wanna come here, Sug, this place is not quite your scene"

"Just a place I used to frequent"

You played aloof. Vox didn't know about your ties to Rosie, and if you played your cards right Rosie would understand the dire situation and get Alastor down here swiftly.

"Well I suppose coming here one last time wouldn't hurt, ay"

Your brows furrowed together and you silently wished this wouldn't be your last time here. After all, you and Rosie were practically inseparable before the deal went down.

The server made eye contact with you and recognized you immediately. Quickly the cannibal scurried off, with all the hope in your black heart to find Rosie.

Without a minute going by Rosie made her way over to your table. Luckily Vox was rambling on about some sort of angelic security and hardly noticed your lack of a response.

"Hello Darlings, I don't think I've had such overlords grace one of my tables in quite a while, hm"

Her eyes darted towards you after addressing the first comment to Vox. She scanned your body and quickly found the many dark marks marring your frail flesh.

"Yeah well, Dearest here wanted to see this place again. Must have some good food"

"Yes well, I like to think so, what can I do for you"

"Whatever she'd like, I'll stick with the... atmosphere"

He started to tap away on his phone. Probably firing someone for a poor job. Better that then in person.

"The usual please, Rosie"

"Of course dear, it'll be done in a jiff"

With a swift motion, she darted off to the kitchen. As the door closed, you released a small, relieved sigh.

With Vox's back towards the door he didn't even notice Alastor waltz in. Once he made eye contact with you he made a show of walking into the back. The very lounge that you had shared so many cups of tea and spilled so much more.

"Vox, I really must go use the ladies room"

"Don't be long, don't want to send a search party"

He chuckled but the look on his face told a completely different story. If you try to run away there will be consequences.

Calmly you stood up as Vox went back to his phone furiously tapping away. You rushed to the back room where Alastor had just walked into and closed the door quietly behind you.

"Oh, mi amor, what have they done to you?"

His arms wrapped around you and you allowed yourself a moment of real vulnerability you haven't felt since Alastor left town.

"Oh Darling, how happy I am to see you. I've missed you so"

You knew you only had a few minutes together before you would have to go, but you savored this time.

Words spoken and unspoken drifted between the two of you before a familiar chain wrapped itself around your throat, and pulled you back from Alastor.

Regaining his composure he tried to help you when the door burst open to reveal Vox. Rosie was on the floor behind him, a pink handprint visible across her cheek and an immense look of sadness across her features.

"I should have known. To think I was doing something nice for you, and you t̴͊͜u̷͕̅ȓ̶̠ṅ̷̖ ̶̩̄a̸̼͋g̴̱̓a̶̙̾ḭ̷̓ṅ̴̜s̸̥̐t̷̅͜ ̵͙̉m̵͖͠ē̸͉ ̶̭͝"

The chain shortens until your throat is encased in Vox's fist. Alastor goes to summon his tentacles, but Vox just tuts reminding him of the deal.

"Allie, my dear, she's in capable hands," Vox taunted, his fingers tightening, suffocating breath and igniting tears in your eyes.

Alastor's mind raced, a tempest of thoughts seeking an escape route from this infernal contract. His beloved was caught in the crossfire of their shared history, a pawn in Vox's grand play. The radio waves that once echoed with whimsical tunes now crackled with tension, mirroring the turmoil within the Radio Demon's heart.

Yet, within this maelstrom of despair, a spark of defiance flickered. Alastor's gaze met Vox's with an unwavering intensity, a silent promise that echoed through the tangled threads of their shared past.

"Leave, Al, and I will make the punishment merciful" Vox's voice dripped with disdain, each word carefully enunciated as if savoring the bitterness.

The silence stretched, a taut thread ready to snap, as Alastor and Vox locked eyes. The weight of their shared history hung in the air, a storm waiting to break.

Aware of the impending defeat, Alastor retreated, vengeance echoing in his mind, a dormant storm waiting for the right moment to strike.

~~~

As he walked the dimly lit streets of the damned city, Alastor's steps were heavy with the weight of uncertainty, his once confident stride now faltering with doubt. The neon lights flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows that danced along the cobblestone pavement, mirroring the disarray within his own fractured psyche.

The air hung heavy with the weight of his decision, a silent acknowledgment of defeat that reverberated through the empty streets like a funeral dirge. Yet, amidst the despair, a spark of defiance flickered, a stubborn refusal to surrender to the whims of fate.

For as long as there was breath in his lungs and fire in his soul, Alastor vowed to fight, to defy the shackles of fate and reclaim what was rightfully his. His Darling deserved better than to be a pawn in Vox's twisted game, a mere puppet dancing to the whims of a malevolent puppeteer.

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Dearie~ Part 2

Alastor x Singer! Reader

Summary: Alastor waits for his chance to finally be reunited with you

Trigger Warnings: Violence, blood, exploitation, manipulation, revenge, and overall dark themes

Word Count: 1224

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Alastor woke up on the cold concrete with crimson blood spilled around him. A note lay in front of him but he remembered the conversation quite well.

See you never, Has-Been ~Vox

Swiftly, Alastor conjured inky black tentacles that snatched up and tore apart the note. He let the torn up pieces be carried by the wind into the sky. This would not be the end of the Radio Demon and his love. Nor would this be the last Vox saw of him.

With a sinister resolve, he cloaked himself in shadows, transporting to an old friend.

~~~

As the years rolled on, you found yourself relentlessly passed around by the Vees, each day ensnaring you in a new performance or appearance dictated by their capricious desires.

Under Vox's control, you were forced to guest-star in an array of macabre shows, becoming the centerpiece of his infernal entertainment empire. Many ads starred your shining face and within a year the once all-powerful overlord was replaced by an actor who lived life through others.

For Velvette you modeled at every show and ad campaign she wanted you in. It could range from the ugliest costumes to the skimpiest lingerie Hell has ever seen. You were ripped to shreds in every fashion talk show and magazine only to be built back up to be torn back down.

For Valentino, you took care of his highest profile clients. Avoiding videos or pictures was imperative, safeguarding your image as Hell's coveted poster girl in the twisted realm of infernal celebrity. After all, you were bad but not that bad.

The relentless passage of time bore down on you, the weight of each day settling not just on your shoulders but seeping into the marrow of your bones, a haunting exhaustion. You found yourself wishing for Alastor's return, but alas the cards were not stacked in your deck, only in the Vees.

You worked tirelessly and kept up with Hell's most influential people despite being on a short leash. You talked to many people, and you knew how to get what you wanted. You spoke to talk show hosts about current events and who was most powerful and how Hell changed with each passing day. Fellow models usually gossiped about frivolous things, but sometimes they would slip up useful information like when overlords fell and who died during the extermination. Some wealthy clients talked business when you were around and you became an encyclopedia of who was connected to whom.

Not to mention that you met very important demons through your jobs and gaining allies was becoming a more useful skill with each passing day.

~~~

After dealing with his employer Alastor was finally back in the Pride Ring. New and improved some may say. Screens, like omniscient sentinels, adorned almost every conceivable surface, projecting Vox's influence across the sprawling canvas of the Pride Ring. Clearly time had been good to him.

Alastor on the other hand had used his time to plan. Time for the revenge to simmer and brew into something truly utterly bitter. Seven long years of watching his Darling be used by the demon who managed to best him, allowed him to draw up his sinister plot.

Unbeknownst to Vox, a shadow was casting itself over his dominion. Nothing seemingly stood in Alastor's way, yet the impending storm was invisible, silently gathering its strength.

A sardonic smile tugged at Alastor's lips as he wove the threads of his revenge, exploiting the very vulnerability he had once sought to assist Vox in overcoming during their fleeting acquaintance.

He stood by a screen watching Lucifer's daughter pitch her hotel. Very unsuccessfully.

Amidst the towering screens broadcasting Vox's shows, Alastor sensed the malevolent pieces of his grand design falling into place, each detail a shard in the mosaic of his revenge. Every detail and nuance aligns to bring about the demise of Vox and the liberation of his Darling.

~~~

One part of being so successful is to be able to get things quite easily. Stealing wiring from vanities and circuit boards from old televisions.

Though it was supposed to be hush hush, many of the powerful people couldn't help teasing you that her boyfriend was back in town to get his ass beat again to be saved by another girl, Charlie Morningstar.

That's when you started to assemble a makeshift radio, a desperate attempt to breach the infernal walls that separated you from Alastor.

It took many weeks of stealing small items and talking to Vox about wiring to finally complete a (Semi) working radio.

With the makeshift radio finally assembled, you anxiously tuned through every channel, the urgency in your actions mirroring the desperation to reconnect with Alastor.

~~~

Alastor, with a determined focus, waded through the channels, guided by Angel Dust's cryptic hint that someone sought to reach him. Angel wasn't sure whom, due to the fact that the information had -passed through many to get to him. The static crackle of the radio filled the air.

Nothing was working until he heard the voice of his sweet angel.

"Fools rush in to where angels fear to tread and so I come to you my love my heart above my head"

Your voice was melodic and each note held perfectly in tune. You sang with gusto and a sadness that he knew came from your heart.

"If there's a chance for us then I don't care. Fools rush in where wise men never go, but wise men never fall in love so how are they to know"

His smile became more real. Realer than it had been in all of his seven year absence. He was closer than he was to getting you back yet still through the radio your voice felt so far away.

"When we met I felt my life begin again, so open up your heart and let this fool rush in"

As the song's final notes lingered, Alastor's voice, a lifeline through the radio, faded into a slight crackle. He felt the weight of anticipation, a heartbeat frozen in the ether between separation and reunion

"Dearie, how I have missed your gorgeous voice"

A sharp, audible gasp reverberated through the airwaves, a sound resonating with the weight of revelation. He heard your heels clicking over to meet him.

"Alastor, Darling?, Is that really you"

"Yes my love and do not worry, we will be together again soon"

"Alastor, I've missed you so. I feared the cruel silence would be our only communication, that I'd be forever denied the sight of you."

"Trust me, Dearie, you will be freed soon enough. Nothing can keep us apart"

A frantic tapping could be heard from your side of the radio.

"Alastor, I need to go, I love you Darling"

"I love you too mi amor"

With a slight crackle he stopped broadcasting his voice over the radio and he heard the radio on your end being shoved under something so it could not be seen.

~~~

"Sugar, who were you talking to"

Alastor seethed at Vox's voice. He would pay in due time.

"No one, just fine-tuning my chords for tomorrow's performance."

"Good good, sweetheart, keep those chords moving"

He chuckled but not a single peep came from you. Your conversation with Alastor caused a shift in you. Maybe soon Vox would fall. Maybe there was still hope yet.

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Author's Note:

The song you were singing is called "Fools Rush in Where Angels Fear to Tread" by Ricky Nelson, it is a great song and it is worth a listen. Anyway I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and are enjoying this story so far.