Damian x Anya Oneshots

Introducing Her

Author's Note: Anya is 17 years old and Damian is 18 years old.

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Anya's POV:
"YOU'RE MEETING DAMIAN'S PARENTS?!" Becky screamed, jumping and down. I nodded while blushing. "Your boyfriend told me! Are you nervous?"
"Well... Kinda? I mean, his father IS Donovan Desmond. You know... Leader of the Ostania National Unity Party."

The bell starts ringing as we start making our way outside. "Oh yeah, I forgot about that!" We stop at the gate of Eden Academy, exchanging our goodbyes. "Good luck, Anya!" She waves. "Thanks... I'm gonna need it."

A few hours later, I get a phone call from Damian. "Hello?"
"H-hey!" I answer.
"Are you ready yet?" Shit. I look around to see a messy bedroom. Clothes on the floor and on my bed from deciding what would look best for first impressions. "U-uhm y-yeah!" I lied.

"Perfect! I'll be there in a few. See ya." He hangs up.

I'm so screwed.

Damian's POV:
I stand at Anya's family's appartment. Knocking, Anya's father opens the door in a heartbeat. "Nice to see you, Damian!" He smiles.

"Nice to see you too, Mr Forger." I smile, handing him a small gift. "So I'm guessing Anya's going to meet your parents, isn't she?" I sat on their sofa, nodding. "Ah, I see." Just now, Anya steps out of her room. Her pink hair is let down, resting on her shoulders. She's wearing a small dress with daisies on it, as well as a berét. She's so cute. "Wow Anya... You look amazing." Walking up from my seat, I place a kiss on top of her head.

"Thank you, Damian." She blushes. Turning towards Loid, I bow. "Will you excuse us, Mr Forger." Linking arms with Anya, we make our way out of the appartment.

I drove all the way to my mansion. I help Anya out of the car, entwining our hands. "You nervous?" I look down at her. She's holding a bouquet for my family, as a gift."N-no." I chuckle at her braveness.

"C'mon, let's go meet them."

No One's POV:
Anya hesitantly rings the door bell, as a butler opens the door. "Good evening, Lord Damian and..." The servant looks at Anya. "Anya. Anya Forger. My girlfriend." Damian says, a smirk up his face. The servant clears his throat, "Good evening, Miss Forger."

"My Damian and Miss Forger!" A woman runs down the stairs, assuming to be Damian's mother. "Oh how great to see you!" She starts hugging Anya.

"N-nice to meet you, Mrs Desmond." Anya says, handing over a bouquet of white roses. "How kind of you! I'll call down Mr Desmond and we'll join you guys for dinner, how does that sound?"
"That'll be lovely."

Damian's POV:
Me and Anya sit in silence at the dining table, staring at the food. I noticed her being nervous. Grabbing her hand, I squeezed it for reassurance.

"Damian."
"Father."
"How've you been, son. Been a while, hasn't it?" I nod. My parents were sitting right across us. "Father, I'd like to intoduce you to Anya Forger," My father switched his gaze from me to Anya, "My girlfriend." I analyzed his eyes, no interest.

"I see. Nice to meet you, Miss Forger. I'm Damian's father, Donovan Desmo-"
"Enough of that, honey! Let's treat her as family and get eating!" My mother interrupts, grabbing her utencils and digging into a feast. "Let's eat."

Slowly biting her food, Anya takes small bites of her food. She's a really pick eater, but she's doing her best for me. How cute.

"I have a few questions Miss Forger!" My mother cuts the silence; Anya looks up from her plate. "Describe your parents for me. What are their jobs?"
"Well, my mother is a social worker in the city hall. Her name is Yor."
"No way! She's one of my best friends!" My mother slams her fork onto the table excitedly. "Now that I think of it, she kind of looks like you!" Mother doesn't know she's adopted, tsk.

"My father is a psychiatrist in the hospital. He's called Loid."
My father eyes light up at the mention of Anya's father's name. Does he know who he is? "I believe I've met him." My father joins the conversation. "He's a fine young man, I must say."

The conversation continues for a few more hours, eventually getting dark outside.

"Thank you for having me, Mr and Mrs Desmond."
"It's been a pleasure to have you, Anya! Next time, just call me 'mum'. We're family now." My mother smiles, my father standing right next to her. "I'll be taking her home. Later."

Closing the door behind me, me and Anya start walking down the street. It was pitch black and the journey was going to be pretty long. "Let's take a break from walking." I suggest. There was a park nearby so we decided to sit on the swings together.

"So, how was it Anya? Did you like them?"
"They're so polite and welcoming! I'm so grateful and lucky to be your girlfriend, Damian."
Anya leans in towards me, kissing my cheek softly. She rests her head on my shoulder, as we stare at the moon and the starry skies. "I love you, Damian."

"I love you to the moon and back,
my love."