Damian Desmond would go through hell and back for Anya Forger.
ANYA FORGER 's first love was wreckless. Too foolish, too sharp, too rigid. The recipient of her love was a typical player who failed to achieve the decency of learning what true love is at a young age.
Take a look at his social's and you'll feel right at home, but take him home and you'll feel like a stranger in her own place.
"Who the fuck is this?" He furiously throws her phone at her.
"Watch your language," She catches her phone, "And just who are you talking about?" Continued the young girl, keeping her cool at his foul tongue.
"Don't you 'who are you talking about' me," He scoffs, "Who the fuck is Damian Desmond?!" He points out to the contact she had just chatted a while ago.
"Seriously? You don't know Damian? He's my friend! But I guess you wouldn't know since you're too busy paying attention to other shit!"
'He's always like that,' She thinks, 'Maybe it's time I listen to Becky and Damian..'
"Like what, Forger?"
"Like trying to cheat on me with my bestfriend, you jerk," she coldly accuses her boyfriend. However, Becky has been trying to say this to her for a while, she just refuses to listen and tries to continue her perfect fairytale fantasy with this man.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Do you take me for a fool? I see your texts. I see how you go to her whenever I'm not around. God-! I'm such an idiot! I should've done this ages ago.."
"Babe, what are you talking about? Baby, no, please don't-"
"We're done, get out."
"Baby-"
"Out!" She finally tears up. Her boyfriend refuses and instead pushes himself onto her, clinging like his life depended on it. Because of this, she pushes him away. Hard. Landing him on the floor and possibly spraining his wrist. However, this sprain doesn't stop him from getting up and attempting to slap Anya.
She closes her eyes for the impact, but instead, she never ends up feeling it.
"You bastard!" She hears her saviour that just stopped her ass of a boyfriend.
Damian.
"Da- Sy-on!" Anya calls out, trying to prevent any fight from happening. But before she could leap into action, Becky Blackbelle appears on the scene.
"Anya, don't even. Let's go," She says as she drags her bestfriend towards her car.
A few minutes since the incident and Forger could be spotted at Blackbelle's house with her two friends drinking hot cocoa and trying to calm her nerves.
"More?" Damian asked.
"..No, thanks. But what I would like is to know how you two ended up there?" She instead asked back.
"You ended up calling Damian," Becky answered as she sat down and joined the two, "I don't know how, but when he picked up, we were working on our group thesis and overheard everything."
"Ah, I see."
"... Anya, get some rest. I will to. Goodnight. You two know where to find the guests rooms, yeah?" The dark-haired girl bid them farewell.
"Goodnight, Becky," The other two replied in unison.
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...
"So, are you gonna talk or?" The pink-haired female asked her companion, trying to lighten up the mood. To her confusion, he ends up standing up instead and she interprets it as him leaving her, "Oh, okay..!"
But instead of leaving, he walks up to her and hugs her.
"W-what's all this?"
"Please, don't let anyone talk to you like that ever again," he starts, still hugging her, "Don't let anyone step on you like that, don't let anyone curse you like that, and don't settle for someone like that."
"I won't."
"Today was really scary, Fo- Anya."
"But you.. faced him with no fear."
"It was scary because I thought he had already laid a finger on you..
I'd do anything to protect you, Anya."
THIS DRABBLE SUCKS !!! but its been in my drafts since forever hehehe :3 dont mind the errors guys .... i think it was 3am when i wrote this..
I can totally imagine Damian having the fact that Anya can read minds lingering at the back of his head then suddenly popping up when he's in a dire situation like:
'Is there really no way out?!' A young Desmond panics in his thoughts. Damian has been trapped inside the storage room accidentally in hopes of finding a broom and proving that he, himself, is the most responsible student in Cecile hall by sweeping the dirty floors. How inspiring.
'I can't believe this...' Suddenly, he stops and thinks for a moment. The image of Anya Forger confessing her ability to read minds appears. 'I wish that was true. Peanut girl, if you're truly capable of it... do something about this situation!'
As he closed his eyes and wished for his knight in shining armour to appear, the door flung open.
"Ta-da!"
"... Anya?!"
"I was con-tem-play-thing whether or not I shoulda opened that door, Sy-on! But your helpless cries were too much for my herow-ick heart so I opened it!"
synopsis: you make your husband mad on purpose
tags: fem! reader, married couple, blood&injuries, demi alastor, suggestive/steamy, just a short kinda bad drabble to break my writer's block, ooc-ish alastor, soft alastor at first, vox mentioned
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"Cher!"
Alastor greeted you with a smile, his lips curved into a charming yet slightly crooked grin that softened the rugged edges of his appearance.
Leaning against the door frame, he looked every bit the rogue hunter returning from a hunt. His once-neat attire bore tears, burns, and scratches, with both knees of his pants ripped and scuffed thin. His monocle hung loosely on his chest, the glass broken and shards glinting in the light. Tousled strands of crimson hair fell haphazardly across his forehead, framing his rugged features, while a trickle of blood from the cut on his lips dripped down his chin, staining his deathly pale skin.
"Christ!" You jolted off the hotel bed, propelled into action by concern, your heart racing with worry. You began running around, collecting towels, extra clothes, and a first aid kit in a frantic rush.
Alastor moved into the room and stood in the very center, observing your frenzied activity with an amused smirk.
Finally, with all your materials in hand, you rushed to your husband's side, your footsteps echoing against the cold carpet.
"What happened to you?" you asked, filled with concern as you assessed his injuries, your eyes scanning his form for any more signs of distress.
"Just a little scuffle on the hunt, my doe," he replied with a cheer in his tone, spinning his staff in his hand. "Came across a feisty, moronic beast. But nothing I couldn't handle."
"A scuffle?" Disbelief colored your voice as you got on your tiptoes, straining to reach up and dab at the blood on his chin with a damp towel.
Alastor grinned down at you, his eyes tracing your features with tenderness. Always such a pretty view, but seeing you so domestic and sweet for him made him begin to feel hot below the collar. Leaning down, he reached out to sweep a stray strand of hair from your eyes, his long, sharp claws grazing against your skin.
"That can wait," his voice crackled with low static as he pulled you flush against him, chest against chest. "I've missed you dearly."
“Good heavens, Alastor, you’re insatiable,” you chided him playfully with a swat, though the warmth in your tone betrayed your affection. Your fingers lightly brushed against the rough fabric of his torn shirt as you urged him to let you continue tending to his injuries. "Let me fix you up first."
Alastor's ears twitched back as he rolled his eyes at you, but his grip remained firm as he pulled you closer and closer until you were practically dragged towards the bed, falling into his lap with a gentle thud.
"Love," you began to protest, but before you could continue, he silenced you with a deep kiss pressed upon your lips, a low chuckle vibrating against your own, melting any further protest.
He drew back briefly, only to dive back in, his lips tracing a delicate path along your neck. With a familiarity born of passion, his hands roamed, each touch igniting a cascade of sensations that threatened to consume you both.
"Al," you whimpered, unable to resist the intoxicating allure of his touch. As his lips began to trail up your jawline, you found yourself melting into his arms, the tension of the earlier encounter gradually dissipating in the heat of the moment.
He let out a dark chuckle, the sound echoing in the room, as he threw off his ruined coat and loosened the tie around his neck. Gripping onto your hips with a firm hold, he all but threw you off his lap and onto the bed.
The smug bastard. He knew all too well that his affections could smooth over any trouble he found himself in.
"Alastor," you murmured, your senses cutting through the haze of desire, "We really should attend to your wounds first."
Alastor began to move towards you, his claws digging through and tearing the mattress beneath him. "In due time, my heart."
"I am serious," you insisted, ignoring the wide smile you received in return. Alastor merely hummed, a low, melodic sound, as he moved to press himself against you, encasing you in an embrace that felt simultaneously comforting and confining.
You leveled him with a glare. Gritting your teeth, you continued, "What did you even do? I know damn well you didn't get these," you gestured to the charred edges of his shirt, "from an animal."
"Well, dearest, it was from an overlord meeting. You understand how tense politics can become," Alastor countered with a laugh.
"Bushwa," you scowled, jabbing your finger into his chest. "I know a lie when I see one."
"Rather accusatory," Alastor hummed, his tone dismissive.
"Well, I apologize for worrying about my husband, who looks to be on the verge of collapse any moment now," you snapped, frustration seeping into your voice.
"So enough of this," you scolded, your expression hardening. "What did you do?"
"What was necessary," Alastor scoffed, a mirthless chuckle following.
"I'd say he deserved it. You should have seen the way he looks at you," he continued, his voice low and tinged with a hint of warning, the air around him crackling with static.
"Who?" you asked, leaning down to meet his gaze. "There are plenty of people. Plenty of looks."
"Don't act as if you don't notice that pompous television bastard hanging around the hotel nowadays," Alastor's voice crackled with dark intensity, the radio static grew stronger, prickling against your skin and nearly making his words incoherent.
So this is what it's about?
You couldn't help but roll your eyes at Alastor's jealousy, though a small part of you felt a flicker of flattery at his protectiveness.
Your husband's irritation simmered beneath the surface, evident in the subtle set of his jaw and the way his normally smug gaze turned icy. But a mischievous spark ignited within you, tempting you to push his buttons just a bit further, to dance dangerously close to the edge of his patience.
"Are you talking about Vox?" you asked with a smirk playing at your lips. Tilting your head coyly, you met Alastor's gaze with a glint of mischief in your eyes. Your voice was laced with honeyed sarcasm, dripping like molten gold from your lips.
His expression darkened at the mention, a flicker of raw anger crossing his features before he regained his composure.
"You know well who I'm talking about," Alastor's grin was uncanny, his voice carrying the same tone you'd heard the night he faced death. "Don't toy with me."
Despite the seriousness of his tone, you couldn't resist the urge to tease him further. A playful smile danced on your lips as you reached out, gripping onto his tie and pulling him closer, closing the distance between you with a pull.
“What if I found him charming?” you breathed out against his lips, your voice a tantalizing whisper as you ran your hands up the fabric of his undershirt. Your touch was featherlight, fingers smoothing down the wrinkles of his torn button-up with a teasing caress. “I might have let him have me right then and there.”
A sudden sharp pierce of a distorted screech, like a radio malfunctioning, cut through the air, shattering the moment. Claws flying up to grip your face, Alastor broke the kiss and stared down at you with glowing blood-red eyes, their intensity piercing through you. Your breath caught in your chest at the sight, your heart pounding in your ears as you were overcome by a mixture of fear and anticipation.
Alastor called out your name. It was the first time you had heard him utter it in a while. Throughout the years, he had always addressed you by endearing nicknames, leaving you half-convinced that he had forgotten your actual name.
But as the sound of fell from his lips, despite the danger, you found yourself yearning to hear it once more, to feel the weight of your name on his tongue.
"My sweet," Alastor tutted, a screech of radio feedback following him as he cupped your neck in one hand, guiding your gaze back to him. His touch was possessive, firm, and demanding, akin to the control of a puppeteer manipulating his marionette.
"Never utter such words again," he growled softly, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. His grip tightened ever so slightly, sharpened claws a warning of the consequences should you dare to defy him. "No one else shall lay claim to you."
With a defiant tilt of your chin, you met his gaze head-on, refusing to back down in the face of his dominance. "And what if I refuse?" you challenged, your voice steady despite the fear that coiled in your belly.
Alastor's lips curled into a manic grin, his canines shining beneath the lights of the room, his grip tightening ever so slightly as he leaned in closer.
tags: enemies to lovers, no established relationship yet. <more platonic than romantic>
content warning: includes swearing, ooc alastor, ooc everyone really, your regular hazbin hotel content.
series?: <i think?>
START!
. . . "Y/N! Alastor! Please could you put off your bantering for one moment. I really, like, really need to focus and I just can't with all the noise right now!" Charlie raged at the two overlords standing behind her as she was busy planning her next course of action to get the Hazbin Hotel to attract more sinners.
"Of course, sweetie! I wouldn't dare imagine causing you no good!" Y/N, the Library Demon, babied her princess. But not out of pure love, Heav- or more fittingly, Hell no! It was out of spite against the Radio Demon beside her.
However, why were they fighting in the first place? You see...
"Our little princess seems to be quite the hardworker lately! Isn't she, Ali?" Sing-songed Y/N, admiring the heir to the throne of Hell as she researched and scoured all the books gave to her on how to attract more sinners towards the Hotel. (courtesy of her, the Library Demon, obviously!)
"She certainly is, N/N! At this rate she'll gain more knowledge and power than ever before! Power which I can guide..." Voiced out Alastor as static soon took over most of his vocal cords in excitement. Excitement which didn't go unnoticed by his dear overlord buddy.
"Aha... aha... Say that part one more time for me?" She threated which caught his amusement. Y/N had a lot of powers, but controlling her temper when it comes to her possessions? Nope, no, nuh uh! Not one of her traits, that's for sure! But Alastor? He definitely took advantage of this weakness of hers every single chance he got. Like now, actually!
"Hmm? I do believe I've made myself clear, sweetheart, having ear trouble? I know a good otolaryngologist around these parts if you're interested, my dear!" He teased. Y/N wasn't really this easy to be shoved and pushed around, but why could he do it like it's his one true purpose in life? It infuriated the Librarian even more. So much that she'd even attack the little shit right here and now.
She didn't even need Charlie's power, she just wanted it out of boredom. So why was she so affected?
"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU RADIO DEMON!"
Hours past after she apologized to Charlie, and now she was busy taking off her steam at Rosie's side of town. Cannibal town!
"And then he just laughs it off?! He laughs at the sight of ME?!" She rants, demon horns coming out of her head and scaring off other sinners and hell-born alike trying to approach Rosie. Her listener only laughs in amusement at her friend's retelling. It was certainly amusing when she knew both sides to the story. It's like trying to solve a puzzle knowing the end would be a masterpiece to remember!
Her giggles die down as she soon replies, "Deary me, have you tried telling our old friend to stop? Maybe he could if you ask!" She almost choked at her statement. Ask one of the scariest overlords? To stop messing with her? Fuck no! Y/N was prideful of her capabilities, but not too ignorant enough to ask Alastor to just stop.
"If you wanted me to get killed that badly, love, then say so!"
"Well I know for certain you could get something off of asking him!"
"Like what?"
"Maybe... a deal, darling?"
"A deal with the cannibal with shits for brains?"
"Uh-huh! Maybe he's pushing you to your limits so you can have a one on one talk!" She convinces her even further. She does know him better than her... so maybe, it wouldn't hurt to try.
"... If I'm dead by tomorrow you know why," And with that, pages flew around you, enveloping you in their magic and transporting you back to the hotel. Meanwhile with Rosie...
"Alastor, dear, better not blow this thing sideways with her!" She calls out to the shadow hiding behind her. Making his entrance, his smile not faltering, he brushes off the dust he's collected from listening on the two delightful women's conversation.
"Oh don't you worry, my lovely! I wouldn't dream of wasting your opportunity given to me!"
Anya once scored highest in the class by PURE LUCK, she scored full marks on the subject which Damian was weak at. (Math, personal headcannon) He was so dumbfounded when he found out the only way she did it was by rolling a dice.
Becky is a TWICE stan, she found the "What is love?" MV on YouTube once and she related to it so much. She started stanning TWICE ever since that day. ( She even has the entire WiL? choreography memorized. )
Damian fell inlove at first sight and not because of the punch. The reason why I think this is that in his own little bratty way, he was always the first one to come close to her. He notices her gaze and thinks she's fallen in love with him, ( which couldn't be farther from the truth ) he walks up to her and asks her what her parent's do and says that he'll consider adding her to his little clique.
The punch was just what broke the camel's back ( is that how you use the saying? Lol ) The punch made him realize she wasn't like everyone else. She wasn't gonna suck up to him and praise him, she showed to him that she will not take shit from him and that she looks at him as a person and not a literal statue to worship.
Hello people of Spy x Family tumblr. I've come to announce something very very obvious. The 007 movies, also known as the james bond movies, are connected to the Spy x Family plot. Shocking? Not really, but! I've been reading a few of the summaries ( is that what they're called? ) of the movies and I've spotted this.
Agent 007, which is Twilight if we're using Spy x Family terms, along with the help of Tracy, which is probably Yor? I'm not so sure about that part, but it's the best a non-watcher of the 007 movies can do. Anyways, using this summary I've come up with one of the many many possible endings of Spy x Family, basically, it's just that both team up for world peace ( Operation Strix ) even though in the canon, Yor knows nothing about this and is an assassin.
Anyways that's all, this is a very confusing post, so, bye!
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