Damianya one shots ❤️

The Midnight Peanut Thief

Hey, I am finally back with some stories again :D. I might be a bit rusty so please forgive me if it's not at the usual standard. Anyways, hope you enjoy it! <3

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This was the third time this week.

Anya was in Damian's dorm again. Damian was now an imperial scholar which meant he got a dorm all to himself. It wasn't big, but it had a combined kitchen and lounge, a bathroom, and two bedrooms (one for guests). 

Officially, Anya was a guest. Unofficially, she practically lived with him. At this point, the guest room was basically Anya's room. She came by so often that it felt off when she wasn't in the lounge, yelling at the TV because "Bondman's following the wrong lead!" She always seemed to love staying there. And Damian would always make sure the guest room was tidy, and that there was always a tiny bag of peanuts next to the bed.

Anya was always honest, so honest Damian couldn't believe they were secretly dating. He was a Desmond after all, and being honest was a weakness. Every smile was calculated, every compliment always had a double meaning - but Anya was the complete opposite. She trusted everyone with ease, always had a warm smile to her face, and laughed freely. Nothing seemed to bother her and he loved her for her raw honesty.

Anyone who knew Anya knew she loved peanuts. She loved them so much she seemed addicted to peanuts at some point. And of course, Becky, her best friend knew this too.

"Anya, you should probably start a diet. If you eat that much you're going to have a heart attack!" Becky said.

Damian knew this too, and it had been bugging him quite a bit. But he didn't think she needed to be on a diet. He just believed Anya had to be aware of how many peanuts she consumed a day. And, although this was her choice, he did feel a bit annoyed. Becky was talking about getting "more models" for ages now, and Damian suspected that this was a new idea she had for her "modelling career". But Becky was also Anya's best friend, so she only said what she thought was best for Anya.

"Ok, Becky. I'll start a diet from tomorrow!" Anya said, with a determined smile.

To be honest, Damian was shocked. Anya willingly saying she'll eat less peanuts was something people would only dream of. He was immediately worried. Was she really sure?

"Anya, you know you don't have to do it, right? It was just a suggestion." he said, his voice laced with slight concern.

"I know, Syon boy. But, I'm gonna be a spy soon, so this'll be easy." Anya replied, a determined look on her face.

"If you say so." he said, relieved that she saw this as a challenge.

That was two weeks ago.

About a week after Anya's announcement, Damian noticed the fridge was a bit emptier than usual. He'd never admit it to Anya, but every week Damian had asked Jeeves, his butler, to deliver his "books". Jeeves would deliver all sorts of peanut desserts, peanut chocolate, peanut cookies, even a cake. And Damian would place them in the fridge every Saturday, without fail. Anya asked once and all he said was "I was out buying groceries and found it on the front shelf." It was a secret he and Jeeves shared.

And he stood in front of the fridge, with the new "delivery" in hand when he noticed the peanut cookies from last week were missing. He'd forgotten to tell Jeeves about Anya's "diet announcement" and decided he'd tell him on the phone this week. He may have known who it was.

By Wednesday, half the peanut cake was missing. He'd forgotten to tell Jeeves to stop after Anya announced her diet.

Or maybe he hadn't forgotten at all.