I know Iâm late as always but here is my only art for the Damianya week. Canât resist a good royalty prompt. My favorite detail is the matching jewels thatâs the same color as the other oneâs eyes đ
Idk click for quality. I donât know why itâs blurry.
@damianyaweek day 3 Storm aged-up characters, high school Au
Anya Forger cringed. âThose clouds look pretty ugly. I hope it doesnât storm until I get home.â They were a dark grey and dense, a far cry from the fluffy white shapes of a childâs daydream.Â
âThen why donât I give you a ride,â Becky Blackbell asked her best friend as they walked to the bus stop fronting the school.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm sure the bus will be here soon.â
âOkay, then Iâll see you at school tomorrow!â Becky waved on her way to the car.
âSee ya!â Anya waved back as she sat on the bus bench.Â
In the distance, a rolling rumbling sound caused Anya to shrink again. This is ridiculous she chided herself. âYouâre 16, too old to be scared of storms!â But as another rumble, this time closer hit, she had to catch herself from whimpering. Sheâd always hated storms ever since those days in the research facility. Alone and locked up in a tiny room with no one to comfort her through the terrible booms and flashing bolts that lit up her darkened room. âNot again, pleaseâŠâÂ
Like dimming a lamp, the sky had gone from light grey to black. All the hairs on her arms stood up as a strange pressure began to build in the air. The trees around campus started to sway as gusts funneled through buildings, creating a horrible whooshing sound. Anya grabbed her cap and held to her cape as the wind picked up even more. The storm was rolling in much faster than she couldâve anticipated! Her eyes started darting around, gauging the best place to run for whenâ
BOOM!Â
Anya screamed and jumped from the enormous clap of thunder. It sounded like it was right above her! Thenâ
CRACKLE, BOOM!Â
Within seconds, a trailing bolt of orange-yellow lightning streaked through the clouds, splintering into hundreds more of rapports and crackling light fingers.Â
The tears flooded through in a deluge as Anya curled her legs up onto the bench in a semi-fetal position. Her pulse raced and heart pounded in her chest, breathing short and sharp in a hyperventilating fashion. And through each thunderous clap and spark of light, the poor girl screamed, covering up her head with her arms, hugging her cape as a shield around her. Utterly alone, all the traumas as 007 rushed back to hold her hostage again. The booms⊠thundering in her ears, a flash of white until the darkness consumed her againâŠ
The only other students left on campus were dormers all rushing for safety too. Damian Desmond and the two amigos were part of this pack as they quickly moved between the classroom building to the dorms.Â
Thatâs when something catches Damianâs attention. He stops to listen, and there it is again. Was that a scream?Â
âYou guys go, Iâll meet you back at the dorms,â Damian tells his buddies before rushing off and not giving them any explanation.Â
He followed the sound towards the front of the school, where he saw a human form curled up under the bus stop. Realizing something was terribly wrong, Damian ran over.Â
âHey, are you okay?â Damian asked as he touched the personâs shoulder.Â
When the person only responded with deeper sobbing, he pulled back the cape off their head and saw pink.Â
âAnya?! You idiot! What are you still doing out here?!â
But above them, the sky continued its otherworldly cacophony of bass and treble, mixed with wind and percussion, leaving Anya too petrified to move. All she could do was cry out and whimper every time something hit. It was so bad; Damian wasnât even sure she could hear him.Â
âAnya?!â
Thatâs when he heard something that made even him weary. It was a different kind of rumble, a smoothly consistent drum roll growing louder by the second. âShit!â
âUgh! Forger, I swear youâll be the death of me!â Damian snapped, though his words were completely contrary to his actions. He quickly knelt and picked Anya up. He then bundled her tightly to his chest for balance and took off running from the wall of water heading their way!Â
âDamn it, where do I take her?!â Damian fretted. The school building was probably locked by now, and the next closest were the dorms. But that was just another dilemma! Boys werenât allowed in the girlâs side, and vice versa. He could get into a lot of trouble for taking her to his dorm, and thatâs if they donât get caught for sneaking in!Â
WHOOSH!Â
They only made it a few feet before the wall of water hit. Now Damian really needed to get to safety! âScrew it,â heâll just have to take his chances because theyâre getting soaked every minute theyâre outside.Â
Damian made it under the eaves of the dorm building, gaining some reprieve from the swirling winds. Now that he had a moment to think clearly, he realized Anya WAS CLINGING TO HIM. Her fingers were tightly gripped to his uniform and face buried into his shoulder.Â
âHey, hey!â Damian hissed at Anya to let go, but she only snuggled closer.Â
His face heated up. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Too close! But he also noticed Anya was still trembling pretty badly. He couldnât be sure if it was from the cold or the seeming panic attack she was experiencing. Nevertheless, he just needed to get to safety, and then heâll figure out where to go from there.Â
Peeking into the front doors glass, Damian doesnât see anyone, so he slipped in as quietly as possible. The students were most likely in their rooms, so he just needed to avoid any adults. At least the thunder provided some cover noise.Â
âWhew!â Damian let out a deep breath after making it to his dorm room. No tonitrus bolt tonight.Â
âCould you get off me now?!â He hissed.Â
But again, Anya was still not answering him.Â
âOi!âÂ
Silence.
He looked closer and, âseriously?!â Anya was completely passed out. Had she cried herself to sleep?! Damian sank to the floor and leaned against the side of his bed. He was tired. He was wet. And now he had a sleeping girl on his lap! A sleeping girl that he⊠His face started heating up again, and now his rapid heartbeat had nothing to do with running. After slipping her soaked cape off and unhooking her messenger bag, he brushed her hair away from her face. âSheâs cute when sheâs asleepâŠâ Damian shook the thought away, then pulled an extra blanket out from under the bed and draped it over to help dry them. âIâll just let her sleep a bit then wake her up.â Or so he thoughtâŠ
Four hours later, Anya slowly begun to stir from the warm dampness surrounding her. She opened her eyes to see Damianâs face next to hers. âOh, myââ her body went stiff, breathing hitched, and heat flared into her cheeks. She was snuggled up in Damian Desmondâs lap! And since heâd fallen asleep too, his head had come to rest against hers. Anyaâs head tilted as she gazed at him, â⊠he was kinda cute when heâs asleepâŠâ
She then started looking around to realize⊠WAS THIS HIS DORM?! Howâd she end up here?! And thatâs when she started remembering the storm and how sheâd started to have a panic attack. It was fuzzy, but she did remember being carried before fully passing out. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Damian saving herâŠÂ
âOh, no!â No time to dream, she needed to get home! âThey must be so worried!â
If Damian woke up now, things would get quite awkward. Anya didnât want to risk that, so she very carefully peeled herself from his armsâŠÂ his arms! She blushed even deeper to know heâd held her like a giâ nope not going there! When he still didnât move, she re-covered him with the blanket, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. Sheâd thank him later.Â
The next day at school, Anya arrived like normal with no plans to bring up the night before unless he did. Not even her parents new the truth, for as far as they knew, she weathered the storm at Beckyâs. She went about her day like normal and the few times sheâd run into Damian in classes, they both acted like nothing happened. It would be a lie if she didnât admit there wasâŠÂ hope⊠but guess it really was just a fluke. And since this was nothing new in their interactions, easy enough to file away in her brain.Â
Anya waved goodbye to Becky and sat down on the bus bench. The bus should be there soon, and yay to blue skies!Â
âOi!âÂ
âYeah?â Anya turned to see Damian standing beside her.Â
Unable to make eye contact, and a blush bloomed on his cheeks, Damian held something out to her. âYou forgot this.â
âMy cape!â Anyaâs eyes sparkled as she grabbed it from him. âI was wondering what happened to it.âÂ
âDidnât know what happened?â Damian flinched internally. âDo you⊠do you really not remember anything then?â He asked with hesitation in his tone. Well, she had just snuck out without waking him, so perhaps it meant nothing. Though heâd hoped it would lead somewhereâŠ
âOh,â now it was Anyaâs turn to blush. âNo, I remember the storm and then waking up in your room,â her voice softened at the end. âIâd been so scared of the storm, I guess I passed out.â
Damian scratched at the back of his neck, âyeah y-you weâre pretty freaked out, soââ
Her telepathy bells were ringing, though she didnât need that to tell her Damian was super nervousâ It made her heart leap. But at that moment, the bus arrived interrupting the pair. Anya stood up with her things. âOh, Iâm sorry I have to go, butââ she placed a quick kiss on Damianâs cheek. âThank you for saving me last night!â She smiled. âWe can talk more tomorrow if youâd like. Goodbye, Damian!âÂ
As he watched Anya get on the bus, Damianâs eyes had grown as wide as saucers and mind gone to mush. His hand reached up to touch the fading heat from her lips. âShe kissed me?!â A grin took over his face. âGuess death by Anya wouldnât be so bad after allâŠâ
Anya Forger needed motivation to study, and he promised her that he would give her whatever she wanted if she put in the effort to study. The one thing Damian Desmond knew Anya always wanted so badly was peanuts, so there would be no problem with keeping that promise, right?
Participant of Damianya week 2022. Day 2: Stella Stars/ Tonitrus bolts
Words: 2288, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Series: Part 4 of Damianya week 2022
Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Itâs rushed and a little late, but here ya go @damianyaweek
How did it come to this?
How?
On this day, Tuesday (Anya couldnât recall the date), Damian Desmond had earned his first tonitrus bolt.
It didnât add up; she and Becky had been hanging up signs for the upcoming open house at Eden Academy, when sheâd lost her balance on the chair she was using, dragging an entire banner covered in wet paint with her and on top of four imperial scholars and a teacher.
By all accounts, she should have gotten a tonitrus bolt.
Except Damian had said he had done it.
It didnât make sense!
He hadnât earned a bolt since they were four! Why would heâŠ?
Wait, what was it Becky had said? âYou donât suppose he couldâŠ?
Could what?
Lie? Lose his balance? Earn a Bolt?
She tried to think back to the thoughts sheâd picked up from the people in the room that didnât add up to âwhat a klutz.â
It came to her in a rush; Damianâs had been âat least she wonât earn a bolt.â
But⊠Damian had been weird to her since they met. It wasnât as bad as it was then, but still why would he take the blame?
If he hadâŠ
WaitâŠ
NoâŠ
It couldnât be!
That didnât make sense either!
All he ever did was avoid her!
Call her âstubby legsâ and âpeanut girlâ (that last one was kind of cute, though).
But still, he never helped her with her notes, they never sat at the same table at lunch, and⊠andâŠ
Itâs too crazy!
What would that even be like!?
Holding his hand? Going on long walks with their dogs (Max was so cute though)? Getting ice cream⊠watching movies together⊠and then dinner⊠watching the sun go down⊠riding home in a limousine⊠kissing goodnightâŠ
But that couldnât happen because Damian Desmond didnât like her!
The very materialization brought back what had been on Beckyâs mind at that moment.
Could it be that⊠Damian likes Anya?
Well, Anya thought, thatâs ridiculous because I donât like Sy-on boy.
Just because he looked like her last five fictional crushes, that didnât mean doodly-squat (she learned that word from cartoons)!
She had to laugh at herself.
Which she did. Very loudly.
Why, if he was here right nowâŠ
In her room. A boy her age. Seeing her in her peanut print pajamasâŠ
Anya felt her eyes widen and gripped the covers of her bed as her heart began to race.
Face feeling flushed. Tingly spine. Shojo manga memories. She had all the symptoms.
Oh noâŠ
The mattress sunk as Bond hopped up onto her bed and crawled up beside her.
âProtect me from my feelings, Bond,â Anya said, hugging her beloved pooch.
It was going to be a long night.
Then she remembered she had school tomorrow. And heâd be there. All handsome and stuff.
My DamiAnya Week 2022 contribution for the prompt : Flowers.
Iâm sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.
Summary :Â It had been several days since Damian had noticed Anyaâs different way of doing her hair. In fact, Becky also had her hair done differently, but as far as she was concerned, Damian did not think anything special about her.
Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.
@damianyaweek
AO3 / FF.NET
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(Theyâre 15)
It had been several days since Damian had noticed Anyaâs different way of doing her hair. In fact, Becky also had her hair done differently, but as far as she was concerned, Damian did not think anything special about her.
Their class had gone on a school trip and during their free time, he had seen Anya and Becky picking flowers. In the evening, Anyaâs hairstyle was both simple and elegant with flowers in her hair. When the girls of their class asked her how she did it, she told them it was thanks to Becky. She had flowers in her hair too. But unlike Anya, Damian did not think she was that pretty. Damian blushed thinking he had just found Anya pretty. It happened more and more frequently. As soon as she walked into the room with those flowers in her hair, Damian had a feeling that everything was lit up. Everything seemed more beautiful and warmer. He only saw her.
âDamian-sama, are you okay ?â Emile asked.
âYouâre making a bit of a face,â Ewen said.
Damian snapped back to reality. He looked at his two friends. They were staring at him curiously.
âIâm fine,â he answered.
When he looked once again at Anya, she was already gone.
Since they had returned from their school trip, Anya had often done her hair with flowers. When he saw her, Damian could not help thinking of spring. A few days later, when she walked into the classroom, Damian noticed right away that she no longer had flowers in her hair. He frowned. At the end of the day, while she was packing her things in her schoolbag, he went up to her.
âHey ! Why donât you put flowers in your hair anymore.â
Anya looked at him, surprised. He thought he might have been a little abrupt.
âBecause itâs not the season anymore,â she answered as if it was obvious.
She left the classroom when Becky called her. Damian felt stupid. He looked at the window, to verify that autumn had indeed arrived. He should have thought of that. An idea crossed his mind and he could not help smiling.
******
The next morning, Damian was sitting at his table waiting impatiently for Anya. He wondered if the surprise he had prepared would please her. Anya arrived in the classroom and walked over to her table. She opened her eyes wide when she saw a bouquet of daisies. She smiled, picked up a daisy and tied it to her hair.
âBeautiful,â Damian thought.
He blushed when Anya looked at him. She was blushing too and she smiled shyly at him. Sometimes, Damian had a feeling that she could read his mind. Anya suddenly looked guilty, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and she looked away. Becky arrived. She took the bouquet and smelled the flowers. Anya looked at him discreetly one last time and turned her attention to her friend. Damain smiled gently. If flowers made her happy, he would give her flowers every day.
Itâs rushed and a little late, but here ya go @damianyaweek
How did it come to this?
How?
On this day, Tuesday (Anya couldnât recall the date), Damian Desmond had earned his first tonitrus bolt.
It didnât add up; she and Becky had been hanging up signs for the upcoming open house at Eden Academy, when sheâd lost her balance on the chair she was using, dragging an entire banner covered in wet paint with her and on top of four imperial scholars and a teacher.
By all accounts, she should have gotten a tonitrus bolt.
Except Damian had said he had done it.
It didnât make sense!
He hadnât earned a bolt since they were four! Why would heâŠ?
Wait, what was it Becky had said? âYou donât suppose he couldâŠ?
Could what?
Lie? Lose his balance? Earn a Bolt?
She tried to think back to the thoughts sheâd picked up from the people in the room that didnât add up to âwhat a klutz.â
It came to her in a rush; Damianâs had been âat least she wonât earn a bolt.â
But⊠Damian had been weird to her since they met. It wasnât as bad as it was then, but still why would he take the blame?
If he hadâŠ
WaitâŠ
NoâŠ
It couldnât be!
That didnât make sense either!
All he ever did was avoid her!
Call her âstubby legsâ and âpeanut girlâ (that last one was kind of cute, though).
But still, he never helped her with her notes, they never sat at the same table at lunch, and⊠andâŠ
Itâs too crazy!
What would that even be like!?
Holding his hand? Going on long walks with their dogs (Max was so cute though)? Getting ice cream⊠watching movies together⊠and then dinner⊠watching the sun go down⊠riding home in a limousine⊠kissing goodnightâŠ
But that couldnât happen because Damian Desmond didnât like her!
The very materialization brought back what had been on Beckyâs mind at that moment.
Could it be that⊠Damian likes Anya?
Well, Anya thought, thatâs ridiculous because I donât like Sy-on boy.
Just because he looked like her last five fictional crushes, that didnât mean doodly-squat (she learned that word from cartoons)!
She had to laugh at herself.
Which she did. Very loudly.
Why, if he was here right nowâŠ
In her room. A boy her age. Seeing her in her peanut print pajamasâŠ
Anya felt her eyes widen and gripped the covers of her bed as her heart began to race.
Face feeling flushed. Tingly spine. Shojo manga memories. She had all the symptoms.
Oh noâŠ
The mattress sunk as Bond hopped up onto her bed and crawled up beside her.
âProtect me from my feelings, Bond,â Anya said, hugging her beloved pooch.
It was going to be a long night.
Then she remembered she had school tomorrow. And heâd be there. All handsome and stuff.
My DamiAnya Week 2022 contribution for the prompt : Flowers.
Iâm sorry for the mistakes, English is not my native language. I hope you like it.
Summary :Â It had been several days since Damian had noticed Anyaâs different way of doing her hair. In fact, Becky also had her hair done differently, but as far as she was concerned, Damian did not think anything special about her.
Disclaimer : Spy x Family belongs to Tatsuya Endo.
@damianyaweek
AO3 / FF.NET
â
(Theyâre 15)
It had been several days since Damian had noticed Anyaâs different way of doing her hair. In fact, Becky also had her hair done differently, but as far as she was concerned, Damian did not think anything special about her.
Their class had gone on a school trip and during their free time, he had seen Anya and Becky picking flowers. In the evening, Anyaâs hairstyle was both simple and elegant with flowers in her hair. When the girls of their class asked her how she did it, she told them it was thanks to Becky. She had flowers in her hair too. But unlike Anya, Damian did not think she was that pretty. Damian blushed thinking he had just found Anya pretty. It happened more and more frequently. As soon as she walked into the room with those flowers in her hair, Damian had a feeling that everything was lit up. Everything seemed more beautiful and warmer. He only saw her.
âDamian-sama, are you okay ?â Emile asked.
âYouâre making a bit of a face,â Ewen said.
Damian snapped back to reality. He looked at his two friends. They were staring at him curiously.
âIâm fine,â he answered.
When he looked once again at Anya, she was already gone.
Since they had returned from their school trip, Anya had often done her hair with flowers. When he saw her, Damian could not help thinking of spring. A few days later, when she walked into the classroom, Damian noticed right away that she no longer had flowers in her hair. He frowned. At the end of the day, while she was packing her things in her schoolbag, he went up to her.
âHey ! Why donât you put flowers in your hair anymore.â
Anya looked at him, surprised. He thought he might have been a little abrupt.
âBecause itâs not the season anymore,â she answered as if it was obvious.
She left the classroom when Becky called her. Damian felt stupid. He looked at the window, to verify that autumn had indeed arrived. He should have thought of that. An idea crossed his mind and he could not help smiling.
******
The next morning, Damian was sitting at his table waiting impatiently for Anya. He wondered if the surprise he had prepared would please her. Anya arrived in the classroom and walked over to her table. She opened her eyes wide when she saw a bouquet of daisies. She smiled, picked up a daisy and tied it to her hair.
âBeautiful,â Damian thought.
He blushed when Anya looked at him. She was blushing too and she smiled shyly at him. Sometimes, Damian had a feeling that she could read his mind. Anya suddenly looked guilty, like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar, and she looked away. Becky arrived. She took the bouquet and smelled the flowers. Anya looked at him discreetly one last time and turned her attention to her friend. Damain smiled gently. If flowers made her happy, he would give her flowers every day.
@damianyaweek day 3 Storm aged-up characters, high school Au
Anya Forger cringed. âThose clouds look pretty ugly. I hope it doesnât storm until I get home.â They were a dark grey and dense, a far cry from the fluffy white shapes of a childâs daydream.Â
âThen why donât I give you a ride,â Becky Blackbell asked her best friend as they walked to the bus stop fronting the school.Â
âItâs okay, Iâm sure the bus will be here soon.â
âOkay, then Iâll see you at school tomorrow!â Becky waved on her way to the car.
âSee ya!â Anya waved back as she sat on the bus bench.Â
In the distance, a rolling rumbling sound caused Anya to shrink again. This is ridiculous she chided herself. âYouâre 16, too old to be scared of storms!â But as another rumble, this time closer hit, she had to catch herself from whimpering. Sheâd always hated storms ever since those days in the research facility. Alone and locked up in a tiny room with no one to comfort her through the terrible booms and flashing bolts that lit up her darkened room. âNot again, pleaseâŠâÂ
Like dimming a lamp, the sky had gone from light grey to black. All the hairs on her arms stood up as a strange pressure began to build in the air. The trees around campus started to sway as gusts funneled through buildings, creating a horrible whooshing sound. Anya grabbed her cap and held to her cape as the wind picked up even more. The storm was rolling in much faster than she couldâve anticipated! Her eyes started darting around, gauging the best place to run for whenâ
BOOM!Â
Anya screamed and jumped from the enormous clap of thunder. It sounded like it was right above her! Thenâ
CRACKLE, BOOM!Â
Within seconds, a trailing bolt of orange-yellow lightning streaked through the clouds, splintering into hundreds more of rapports and crackling light fingers.Â
The tears flooded through in a deluge as Anya curled her legs up onto the bench in a semi-fetal position. Her pulse raced and heart pounded in her chest, breathing short and sharp in a hyperventilating fashion. And through each thunderous clap and spark of light, the poor girl screamed, covering up her head with her arms, hugging her cape as a shield around her. Utterly alone, all the traumas as 007 rushed back to hold her hostage again. The booms⊠thundering in her ears, a flash of white until the darkness consumed her againâŠ
The only other students left on campus were dormers all rushing for safety too. Damian Desmond and the two amigos were part of this pack as they quickly moved between the classroom building to the dorms.Â
Thatâs when something catches Damianâs attention. He stops to listen, and there it is again. Was that a scream?Â
âYou guys go, Iâll meet you back at the dorms,â Damian tells his buddies before rushing off and not giving them any explanation.Â
He followed the sound towards the front of the school, where he saw a human form curled up under the bus stop. Realizing something was terribly wrong, Damian ran over.Â
âHey, are you okay?â Damian asked as he touched the personâs shoulder.Â
When the person only responded with deeper sobbing, he pulled back the cape off their head and saw pink.Â
âAnya?! You idiot! What are you still doing out here?!â
But above them, the sky continued its otherworldly cacophony of bass and treble, mixed with wind and percussion, leaving Anya too petrified to move. All she could do was cry out and whimper every time something hit. It was so bad; Damian wasnât even sure she could hear him.Â
âAnya?!â
Thatâs when he heard something that made even him weary. It was a different kind of rumble, a smoothly consistent drum roll growing louder by the second. âShit!â
âUgh! Forger, I swear youâll be the death of me!â Damian snapped, though his words were completely contrary to his actions. He quickly knelt and picked Anya up. He then bundled her tightly to his chest for balance and took off running from the wall of water heading their way!Â
âDamn it, where do I take her?!â Damian fretted. The school building was probably locked by now, and the next closest were the dorms. But that was just another dilemma! Boys werenât allowed in the girlâs side, and vice versa. He could get into a lot of trouble for taking her to his dorm, and thatâs if they donât get caught for sneaking in!Â
WHOOSH!Â
They only made it a few feet before the wall of water hit. Now Damian really needed to get to safety! âScrew it,â heâll just have to take his chances because theyâre getting soaked every minute theyâre outside.Â
Damian made it under the eaves of the dorm building, gaining some reprieve from the swirling winds. Now that he had a moment to think clearly, he realized Anya WAS CLINGING TO HIM. Her fingers were tightly gripped to his uniform and face buried into his shoulder.Â
âHey, hey!â Damian hissed at Anya to let go, but she only snuggled closer.Â
His face heated up. Damn it! Damn it! Damn it! Too close! But he also noticed Anya was still trembling pretty badly. He couldnât be sure if it was from the cold or the seeming panic attack she was experiencing. Nevertheless, he just needed to get to safety, and then heâll figure out where to go from there.Â
Peeking into the front doors glass, Damian doesnât see anyone, so he slipped in as quietly as possible. The students were most likely in their rooms, so he just needed to avoid any adults. At least the thunder provided some cover noise.Â
âWhew!â Damian let out a deep breath after making it to his dorm room. No tonitrus bolt tonight.Â
âCould you get off me now?!â He hissed.Â
But again, Anya was still not answering him.Â
âOi!âÂ
Silence.
He looked closer and, âseriously?!â Anya was completely passed out. Had she cried herself to sleep?! Damian sank to the floor and leaned against the side of his bed. He was tired. He was wet. And now he had a sleeping girl on his lap! A sleeping girl that he⊠His face started heating up again, and now his rapid heartbeat had nothing to do with running. After slipping her soaked cape off and unhooking her messenger bag, he brushed her hair away from her face. âSheâs cute when sheâs asleepâŠâ Damian shook the thought away, then pulled an extra blanket out from under the bed and draped it over to help dry them. âIâll just let her sleep a bit then wake her up.â Or so he thoughtâŠ
Four hours later, Anya slowly begun to stir from the warm dampness surrounding her. She opened her eyes to see Damianâs face next to hers. âOh, myââ her body went stiff, breathing hitched, and heat flared into her cheeks. She was snuggled up in Damian Desmondâs lap! And since heâd fallen asleep too, his head had come to rest against hers. Anyaâs head tilted as she gazed at him, â⊠he was kinda cute when heâs asleepâŠâ
She then started looking around to realize⊠WAS THIS HIS DORM?! Howâd she end up here?! And thatâs when she started remembering the storm and how sheâd started to have a panic attack. It was fuzzy, but she did remember being carried before fully passing out. Her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Damian saving herâŠÂ
âOh, no!â No time to dream, she needed to get home! âThey must be so worried!â
If Damian woke up now, things would get quite awkward. Anya didnât want to risk that, so she very carefully peeled herself from his armsâŠÂ his arms! She blushed even deeper to know heâd held her like a giâ nope not going there! When he still didnât move, she re-covered him with the blanket, grabbed her bag, and slipped out of the room. Sheâd thank him later.Â
The next day at school, Anya arrived like normal with no plans to bring up the night before unless he did. Not even her parents new the truth, for as far as they knew, she weathered the storm at Beckyâs. She went about her day like normal and the few times sheâd run into Damian in classes, they both acted like nothing happened. It would be a lie if she didnât admit there wasâŠÂ hope⊠but guess it really was just a fluke. And since this was nothing new in their interactions, easy enough to file away in her brain.Â
Anya waved goodbye to Becky and sat down on the bus bench. The bus should be there soon, and yay to blue skies!Â
âOi!âÂ
âYeah?â Anya turned to see Damian standing beside her.Â
Unable to make eye contact, and a blush bloomed on his cheeks, Damian held something out to her. âYou forgot this.â
âMy cape!â Anyaâs eyes sparkled as she grabbed it from him. âI was wondering what happened to it.âÂ
âDidnât know what happened?â Damian flinched internally. âDo you⊠do you really not remember anything then?â He asked with hesitation in his tone. Well, she had just snuck out without waking him, so perhaps it meant nothing. Though heâd hoped it would lead somewhereâŠ
âOh,â now it was Anyaâs turn to blush. âNo, I remember the storm and then waking up in your room,â her voice softened at the end. âIâd been so scared of the storm, I guess I passed out.â
Damian scratched at the back of his neck, âyeah y-you weâre pretty freaked out, soââ
Her telepathy bells were ringing, though she didnât need that to tell her Damian was super nervousâ It made her heart leap. But at that moment, the bus arrived interrupting the pair. Anya stood up with her things. âOh, Iâm sorry I have to go, butââ she placed a quick kiss on Damianâs cheek. âThank you for saving me last night!â She smiled. âWe can talk more tomorrow if youâd like. Goodbye, Damian!âÂ
As he watched Anya get on the bus, Damianâs eyes had grown as wide as saucers and mind gone to mush. His hand reached up to touch the fading heat from her lips. âShe kissed me?!â A grin took over his face. âGuess death by Anya wouldnât be so bad after allâŠâ
Summer is here, and like all Ostanian socialites, Eden students spend it in the luxurious megahotel, Smile Spring Resort. With top-notch facilities and various activities, it is the best place to spend Summer Break with friends. Damian was ready for a good summer, but then he saw the Forger girl, and those plans were thrown and drowned in the pool.
Words: 3297, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English
Fandoms: SPY x FAMILY (Manga), SPY x FAMILY (Anime)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: F/M
Characters: Damian Desmond, Anya Forger, Becky Blackbell, Ewen Egeburg, Emile Elman, George Glooman, Ken (SPY x FAMILY)
Additional Tags: Damianya Week 2022, Simp Damian Desmond, Damian Desmond Loves Anya Forger, George Glooman is gay and sad, Ewen and Emile are the best friends a simp could ask for, Becky and George are here to talk shit and have fun, Lifeguard Anya Forger, Spy Ken (SPY x FAMILY)
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