Damianya One-Shots

Jeeves!! (HS)

Jeeves was having a relatively calm evening that day. He had picked up some extra school supplies for the young Desmond, informed Mrs. Melinda on Damian's recent grades and his school life, and packaged some new tea bags the young Desmond had been obsessing over—he was planning on shipping it a bit later that day.

But something had disrupted that pleasant evening.

Jeeves ever-so-slightly flinched as the sound of stomping steps echoed through the halls. Had one of the Desmond's arrived at the manor? They usually informed the house when one of them would be there—had something happened?

Before Jeeves could investigate this dilemma himself, the intruder had sold himself out when he walked in front of the door leading into where Jeeves stood. Damian craned his neck to look at him, a strange look on his face.

"Jeeves," He strained out.

"Master Damian," Jeeves acknowledged.

Damian walked over to his butler—except, it wasn't quite normal. He was walking, but he was so fast, it was as if he was sprinting.

"Anya Forger knows." Damian wheezed when he reached Jeeves. The ravenet furrowed his brows at that statement, tilting his head slightly as he asked, "Knows...?"

"Knows I'm in love with her!!" Damian cried out in a whisper, finally setting in the urgency of this situation for Jeeves. Damian had been in love with Anya since he was six years old—this was a tremendous moment.

"Oh dear." Is all Jeeves responded, making Damian huff. "Yeah, 'oh dear.' Jeeves, this is terrible!!"

Jeeves took in a small breath, his mind running a hundred miles per hour. He had to calm Damian down, that was his top priority. "How did you find out?" He asked—maybe it wasn't that bad.

"She came up to me after class." Damian said, beginning to pace back and forth, his arms going crazy. "She cornered me, that brat. She cornered me, and then she said 'I know you like me.' She said that—to me!! Damian Desmond!!! So obviously, I ran away to my car and drove here."

Jeeves blinked a few times, taking in the information before saying slowly, "...You ran away from her, sir?"

Damian stood there for a moment, giving the man across him a blank stare, until it turned into pure horror. He covered his mouth, his eyes bugging out. "...I ran away from her, Jeeves."

The two stood there for a moment; Damian, with a look of pure disbelief, and Jeeves, with a look not even himself could describe. It was silent for at least ten seconds until Jeeves said, "Do you wish for me to call the Forger household?"

Damian gave him a disgusted glare, making Jeeves nod once. "Yes of course, my apologies."

"I can't go back to school." Damian announced, walking over to a chair. "I'll have to go straight to college. Tomorrow. I'm an excellent student—they'd take me early, right?"

"Maybe this is a good thing." Jeeves said, joining Damian and giving the boy a pat of his shoulder. "Miss Forger may even share your feelings! Why else would she do that?"

"To torture me," Damian gave an example, making Jeeves smile softly. "I'm sure she wouldn't do that."

Damian huffed, looking back to his butler with narrowed eyes. "She's evil, Jeeves."

Jeeves let out a laughish-breath. "Yet you love her, Master Damian?"

Damian blushed and gave Jeeves a loud scoff. "Just... just tell the chefs to make dinner, okay? I need something to help me come up with a plan of how I will confront that evil shrimp tomorrow."