Hiii, it's been a looong time since I've attempted to write any fanfiction, so I hope I got the characters right! I may update more, and if anyone has any ideas of oneshots, let me know and I'll consider writing them! (I won't write mature stuff or profanity, or gore in extremes) With that, enjoy!
(Damian and Anya are in their freshman year, Eden is having the different highschool classes put on plays. In Cecile Hall, the two main leads just so happens to be Damian Desmond and Anya Forger. One evening, they're practicing by themselves)
This will be written in Damian's POV:
“Oh, Prince Frankfurt,” Anya says, reading unenthusiastically off the script paper, “What took you so long, I've been waiting in this castle for most my life, please…” she squints, “rescue me.”
I roll my eyes, she had so much energy when we were practicing with the others only thirty minutes ago, what gives?
“What is wrong with you, dummy??? We've done this three times already!” I wave my papers around, “It's literally only us practicing with NO audience, don't you want to beat the other classes? We all get Stella Stars if we preform the best play!” I cross my arms and stick my nose up in the air, “But I suppose a commoner like you wouldn't know much about acting.”
Besides, being rich and famous, you have to put on a show to keep up a good reputation. That likely puts me ahead of her. I suppose it's not entirely her fault.
Anya groans, “But I wanted to be the prince, not the damsel in distress!”
“What?! No, you can't do that, you're a girl!” I say incredulously.
“But I like saving people and having a cool mission,” Anya continues, “Just like Bo-”
“Yeah, yeah,” I sigh, “Like your stupid Bondman show. You're not a kid anymore, why do you still like it?”
“Cuz it's the best, and,” her face morphs to display that annoyingly cute smirk she makes, “for the reminiscing!”
“Listen, I don't know how you managed to get the other main lead, but I got the prince role. So maybe quit reminiscing so much and let's practice! I can't have our class passing up an opportunity to win. This only happens once a year for us highschoolers.”
Anya thought for a moment, then grins, “Okay, but on oneeee condition…”
I already got a bad feeling in my stomach, I knew her well enough to know she was up to something, “Well? Spit it out!”
“I'll be your pretty damsel in distress if you let me get to be the prince after and YOU get to be my damsel!”
And there it was- WHAT?! My entire face starts burning and I look away pouting so she couldn't tell how flustered I was, “That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.”
Anya came up behind me out of nowhere, hands hidden behind her back innocently, “Then I guess we don't have a deal.”
I glared at her, “I am not going to be a damsel in distress, I am a Desmond! I protect you, not the other way around!”
I don't want to embarrass myself, though… it would be kinda cool to be saved by Anya—no! What am I thinking?!?!
Anya smiles and pats my shoulder, “Aww how sweet, you wanna protect your pretty princess.”
I jump away from her, freaking out over her touch, Ugh, she's so infuriating! Get a hold of yourself Damian, act cool!
“Y-you're not my princess, and… and YOU'RE NOT PRETTY!” I snap at her.
More like beautiful and adorable. If Anya was mine, I'd treat her like a princess. But I doubt my Father would approve of that, I needed someone of a higher class to try and catch up with Demetrius. Which sucks because Demetrius does everything right in Father's eyes.
Anya’s eyes start to get teary and big, she wipes her eyes and looks away, “Okay okay! I get it, I'm not pretty, you don't gotta be so mean about it!” she began walking away.
My jaw drops, what?! She is crying now??? Crap, what do I say!?!?
I clench my jaw and grab her wrist, “Anya!”
She turns, her green eyes watching me closely.
I let her wrist go, “Uhhhh- ummm,” I swallow, “Sorry, I mean like you're not super ugly…” she didn't seem to like that one, “FINE you're pretty, it was just a stupid joke…” I rub my neck awkwardly, my face getting red like when I was a kid, “Just forget it, alright?”
“I'll forget about it if I get to be the prince,” Anya persists.
“What's with you wanting to be the prince so badly!” I sigh loudly, rolling my eyes.
“Pleaseee, Sy-on boy?” she pleads.
I groan, I'd probably do anything for her, she always knew how to convince me.
Besides, it's only us two here. It's not the end of the world… I suppose.
After a long couple moments of thinking, I resign, “Fine, we can do it once. BUT THIS DOESN'T GET OUT TO ANYONE, GOT IT?” I point at her.
Anya’s face lights up, man she's sickeningly cute, “Thank youuuu!” She pulls me into a hug, squeezing tightly.
I can't move my arms and I certainly didn't know what to say or do, “Yeah… sure. But I'm only doing this so that we can practice how it's SUPPOSED to be! I need to get the Stella Stars, that's it.”
“Sureee, Damian. Juuuust for the Stellas,” She lets go of me, trading script papers with me, and bounces to her position on the set.
“Hey, Sy-on boy?” Anya looks up from the script.
I don't look up from reading, focusing my attention on how to be the damsel in the least humiliating way, “Yeah?”
“Are these doodles on the side of the script drawings of me?” She asks.
My eyes got wide and my heart stutters as I felt panic crawl up my throat, crap I forgot I did that last night! Moron why would you give your script to her even if it was for the prince’s lines! Dangitdangitdangitdangit-
“WHAT NO, THOSE AREN'T YOU- UH THEY'RE—”
“They're really good,” Anya cuts me off.
I put my face in my hands, which is probably getting ridiculously red, “Y-you think so?” I dare to steal a glance at her.
Oh great, is she taunting me with that face again?
Anya laughs in amusement at me, “Yeah! I love how fluffy my hair is and how you drew my eyes! But why would you draw me?”
“Thanks, but shouldn't we be practicing?” I ask, hoping she would not notice the change in conversation.
Acting as a damsel in distress seems way easier than telling her any reason of why I would doodle her on my script… good grief, Damian! What is wrong with you?!
Anya looks at me curiously but seems to drop it, much to my relief, “Okay, so I will run heroically to the castle, and you sit there and look pretty.”
I roll my eyes and climb onto the set, “Whatever.”
Anya holds up three fingers, “Three! Two! One! Action!”
Anya runs up to the base of the castle, where I stood, “My Princess Liora! Are you alright? I have come to rescue you from your captors!”
I wish she could do that, Anya Forger, rescuing me from my family—what would I give to not be Damian Desmond for a day…
Right I gotta respond to her, the quicker I get this over with, the better.
“Oh, Prince Frankfurt, what took you so long!” I said, ignoring Anya’s face, which could have any range of facial expressions now that would make me lose my train of thought, “I've been waiting in this castle for most my life, please rescue me!”
Ha, I can play a better damsel than Anya! I really am a great actor.
Anya pulls out the prop sword, waving it around in determination, “With all my heart and all my strength, I will free you!”
Heh, not bad cutie…
“Hurry! I can see the guards!” I warn.
Anya runs up the staircase of the set, slaying imaginary enemies and then she grabs my hand, I hoped she didn't notice how sweaty mine was. She pulls me down the other side and to the front of the ‘castle’.
“Prince Frankfurt,” I say sucking in a breath, “You saved my life, I thought I'd never be free from them! How can I repay you?”
“With a kiss,” Anya says slyly, then places a hand on my back and tilts me backward.
“HEY-” I then find myself staring up at her, I had reached my hands out to grab around her neck so I wouldn't fall to the ground, “W-wait, this isn't in the script!”
She's strong, I kinda don't mind her… what is this dipping, why is she doing this??? I might die if it were anyone else, or if we had an audience. But Anya probably is just getting carried away. I'm doing this for the Stella… not because I ACTUALLY like it or anything…
“Liar,” Anya says. What was she, reading my mind?!
“No, you're the liar! Dipping the princess and the kissing thing you just said isn't in the script, idiot!”
Anya chuckled and planted a kiss just on my cheek.
I lost my grip on her and apparently she wasn't expecting the shift in weight and I hit the floor with a thud.
SHE JUST GAVE ME A KISS??? ANYA FORGER GAVE ME A KISS, ON THE CHEEK? WHY??? DID SHE LIKE ME OR JUST WANT TO MESS WITH ME?!?! I'M NEVER GOING TO RECOVER
Anya giggles, watching me look at her with the widest eyes and beet red face, I stand up quickly,
“WH-WhAT WAS T-THaT?” I ask, horrified at the way my voice fluctuated.
“I was improvising!” Anya smiles.
“YOU CAN'T DO THAT!”
“So you didn't like it?” She asks calmly.
“Shut up…” I cover my face with my hands, I don't look her in the eye, “Give me my papers back, I think that's enough practice for today.”
I don't think I'll be able to think straight even if we didn't stop anyway, SHE DIPPED ME LIKE IT WAS NOTHING AND THEN KISSED MY CHEEK!!!!!!
Anya shrugs, “Okay, same time tomorrow?”
I start for the door immediately, keeping my voice as calm and indifferent as I could, “Yeah, okay. Cya.”
When I get out I inhale so deeply I feel lightheaded, my heart was still racing, I whisper shout, “WHAT JUST HAPPENED?” I was a complete mess.
Because Anya kissed my cheek, and I'd absolutely never recover.
