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A Waltz Between Witches (Demi Bourbon x reader oneshot)

Happy very very late halloween-

Warnings: None Story type: Fluff

Pairings/Characters: Lady Eclectic (Halloween 2022 event/Last dance skin version of Demi Bourbon) x Gender neutral Reader, Quinlan (Halloween 2022 event/Teaparty skin version of Mike Morton)

The ballroom of the castle was full of chatter as the bell on the bell-tower rang for the 12th time. It was rumored that once the bell had rang 12 times, every living being within the castle would turn into inanimate objects to be used by the next group of people inside the castle. However, that never happened. As the counts royal physician you never believed it, though you hadn't been working under the count for awhile you knew all the rumors of his castle like the back of your hand. The rumors about the clock-tower, the rumors about the maze near the castle, all of the strange rumors of this place seemed to never be true and until you could see it for your own eyes you'd never believe it. Music started playing as people started moving to the dance floor, their hand being taken by their dance partner. A familiar form caught your eye, the form of Lady Eclectic, your master. You were her apprentice as she was a fully awakened witch and you had just recently awakened as one, the woman thankfully took you under her wing and was teaching you all about being a witch, including informing you about the immense powers witches use too have and how she plans to bring it back with the tome of Prophecies. Eclectic seemed to be standing all alone, ignoring all the people passing by her to make it too the dance floor. You stood next to her as you greeted her "Hello master- I mean Lady Eclectic." Andd great, you already almost messed up the conversation by calling her your master, the title you'd usually call her if you weren't in such a place right now. "Ah, hello my dear kin, have you been enjoying the ball?" You nodded, "The ball has been great, i'm mostly just wandering around now, i'm quite bored honestly. I'm also quite worried about how the count is doing, he has yet to show his face.." Lady Eclectic smirked, "Cease your worry my apprentice, the count is simply resting, just a tiny spell my dear. He'll awake soon." Her eyes soon travelled away from your form and too the guests around the ballroom. The next few minutes were just spent watching the dancers glide around the ballroom, it felt like such a long time before the end of the song but it soon ended and the guests that were once dancing returned to what they once were doing. You knew it wouldn't be even a few minutes longer until the next dance though, soon a idea came too mind. Too dispel the awkward mood of silently standing next too each other, you sighed and turned to Eclectic.

"Lady Eclectic," she turned her gaze too you now paying attention to what you were saying. "Though this is sudden, before the next dance starts, do you wish to dance with me?" Eclectic seemed shocked and unsure how to respond before a grin showed up on her face again "Oh my dear apprentice, dancing simply isn't this witches specialty, however since i'm quite bored i'll entertain your silly idea of dancing with me for now." You smiled, happy she accepted your invitation. The start of the next song started and you reached your hand out too her. "Shall we head towards the dance floor?" She rolled her eyes with a smirk on her face as she took your hand, "Yes we shall." Magical, simply magical was the words that you could use to describe the few minutes you danced with Eclectic. She said dancing wasn't her specialty but now you suddenly feel like that was a lie, each step felt like you were dancing on a cloud or in a magical realm. It all felt to beautiful, too surreal. And way too soon it ended, you were soon back where you started, standing to the side with everyone else in the ballroom as the song ended. Lady Eclectic chuckled and stared at you. "My my, you are quite the great dancer my apprentice. If it ends up being this fun, i might end up entertaining your silly ideas more often." Your cheeks flushed at her words, "You were quite a great dancer too my lady, maybe you should accept my invitations more often." She chuckled and seemed like she was about to say more before she was interrupted by another voice "Oh dear doctor~" Your attention was soon grabbed by that voice, it was another familiar figure. Quinlan, the editor of the Neuntoter Evening Paper and a well known figure by both witches and vampires alike, and a very old friend of yours. It seems he had also been invited to the ball by the count. "My apologies on interrupting this conversation, I'd just like to ask this lovely doctor here for their hand in the next dance." You smiled, Quinlan was always like this, always attempting to charm those around him. "Very well Quinlan, i'll be your partner for the next dance." You replied back. Lady Eclectic huffed slightly as she walked you walk away, holding Quinlans hand. Somehow she can't help but feel jealous, seeing you walk away to dance with someone else. She guesses that this waltz between two witches impacted her more then she thought it did.

[sea-of-dust]

Alva,Frederick,Edgar,Demi x Rock Vo. GN! Reader

Compared to the way you dress they would have never guessed you knew your way around a ballroom

N: I'm gonna keep thinking of acheron and black swans dances final frame. Also Frederick's new skin, that thing has a grip on me,poppin party,Céline Dion,Mustard service references

Warnings: mentions of drinking, might be ooc

Ugh, you and luca being friends is one thing, him noticing the hunter and saying "ez sweep" is another. Luca would tell you what to do against him you'd do it, he'd get pissed you two would do it everytime you see em. Strangely enough is that you've never seen Alva before and when you asked who the fabled "tall coat guy" luca would answer "litterally a tall coat guy"

As soon as you did see him however you knew why luca didn't want you to ever meet him. His cold gaze, the scar near his eye, the elegance he radiates. "Are you single?" "Excuse me?" Luca would know instantly if you met him when you come back like a children's cartoon protagonist that's just been kissed by their crush. "Wow..." he was mortified.

Luca does get a bit werided out when he thinks too much about you crushing on his teacher, that dosent stop him from giving you heads up tho. "There's a public map" you stop tuning your neck nearly snapping to see him "where? Can I perform? Is the tall coat guy gonna be there?" "Dunno" "I'll take it" So the most delulu person on earth (you/j) decided to perform under the deck of the ship, not paying much mind as you played songs you thought he'd like, trying not to make direct eye contact with this seemingly uninterested man, too focused on his conversation with the clerk. You thought maybe he had tuned you out after the first few chords, until the next match with him where he hummed. A humming a little too similar to the lyrics you sang. While kiting him you could barely believe your ears, you had to have Demi fact check you.

A few more performances and a chair was all it took for him to begin to speak to you. "That voice of yours is wonderful" your eyes widen, looking up at him quickly, he smirks, reminiscing on the concert. "I'm normally not the type to like rock. I'm glad you're an acception" you froze, you could have sworn he could hear you internally scream or atleast see you blush as much as you did

He isn't very social but you've gotten the treat of seeing him smile, and not terror shock you as much. "You've gotten soft" "have I now?" In truth you went from being able to kite at least 3 ciphers to 2.5, he doesn't terror shock you but he makes up for it in actual shocks. Atleast he's friendly enough to show you where the dungeon is before poking you with the staff. There would also be the occasional soft look in his eyes eventually making a bit more physical contact with you. "You're so pretty" you re-wrap his bandages causally mummbling that out, he retracted his hand quickly. "Did I tie something too tight?" "No" you hold out your hand for his arm. "Do you really think im pretty" your eyes widen "I didn't think you heard me but yea, the way your eyes pierce into people is attractive" you blush embrassed you're rambling this much "atleast in my opinion" he looks away before placing his arm into your hand to continue wrapping, you continue on nervously wrapping them. He'd look at them later on in the match, thinking about what you said, it's too distracting for him to just not hear "you're pretty" over and over

He'd ask you out pretty awkwardly, because it would be straight to the point. "I love you, please consider me as a partner" "." He'd stand there like a brick and you would be to, out of pure shock your brain would have just exploded by then. "Sure-" brainfart of an answer, biggest regret of your life. Thank god he didn't seem to mind.

He likes comming out of his office just to see you out there practicing, you'd hear his foot steps and greet him with a smirk. "You've been in there for 15 hours I can't feel my hands" "I'm sure you're fine" "they feel like white noise" "so you feel them" "no" closing his eyes he'd listen to your careful fingers press on strings and strum, whenever he opened his eyes he always looked love struck so you try to block out his face from your mind, but the more you try to shut it out the more clear it gets. You had to stop looking at him when you practice

He'd notice if you've overused your voice during a match. Coughing, trying to relieve strain, pinching the front of your neck. He'd stop you mid kite and tell you about ways to relieve it. "Hopefully you like tea and honey." "?" "For your throat" "oh" he kisses your forehead. "I'll prepare some after this. Go decode for now" you'd have a higher chance of failing ciphers after that, Luca had to supervise. "He's so pretty..." "decode for him" easiest way to get you to lock in and to shut up about Alva

The only pet peeve he has with you is when you're both in a match and a survivor would say something along the lines of "I don't know how to get around this hunter" and you and luca would respond simultaneously "ez sweep" so he started finding loop holes, such as winking at you during kites, flirting with you if he found you first leaving the cipher bare, and just going after Luca first. He was no longer "ez sweep" to you two anymore, you had to tell a new survivor to "follow their gut!" For a while

He didn't care much for your rumors about being an aristocrat, if anything they're an afterthought, and an explanation on why you're able to causally name plants, and almost never use your hands when eating you'd eat fruits with a fork or a toothpick. This did come into play when you asked him to dance. Surely nothing it could be fine? He barely remembers how to do ballroom dance, so you went easy on him. It felt like a roller coaster. You could be able to tell he was embrassed everytime he almost stepped on your feet, the quick turns he wasn't ready for you'd catch his eyes widen. Somehow able to dip someone as tall as him you catch an exhausted smile on his face. "I should do this more often with you" he scoffs "maybe another time"

Ugh, as a musician he respects you knowing your talents after attending a show you did in the lobby, or just hearing it blast a few times but knowing your background you're gonna have to go the extra mile to even get him to associate with you. A person dressed like some local turning out to be an aristocrat, and their family respects that? Ridiculous you must be lying

He'd warm up to you slowly, he was annoyed he could hear you practice? Take these headphones. Then he couldn't hear the piano? Alright you'll change the time you do practice. He'd hate to admit it but when overwhelmed He'd purposely look for you while practicing, chaotic riffs like the ones you play would usually overwhelm him, but there's a difference when you practice, you're humming the lyrics softly while playing watered downed versions of certain bits, sometimes pleasing soft riffs. It's therapeutic, won't let you catch him listening though

That changes when you begin to date him. Now he's in the same room! "Im gonna pratice one i dont think youd like much" "I'm sure I can enjoy it regardless" you hum uncertainly hesitantly placing your fingers where they need to go, and begin to play, the melodies seeming uncertain of themselves as if shy. "With all the times I made mistakes infront of you I never expected you to be so considerate it hurts your performance" he sits closer to you "I'll be alright, play as you see fit regardless of me being in audience" "alright..." You play a bit hesitantly in the beginning, but pretty quickly you practice as usual, you sigh as you complete it. "That was too difficult" "do you want me to not be here when you practice?" You're not very sure how to answer that

He'd enter your room at night. "I know you're awake" "WOAH" you jolt back squinting your eyes to try and get a better look at him. "Why are you here at this hour?" "I got scared" "Sure bud" you embrace him, letting stiff arms return the favor. In truth he was kept awake by the thoughts of things couples usually do, sleeping in the same bed being one of them, imagining you there just wasn't going to cut it for him, to have you near him, to trust him enough to sleep in the same room as him let alone close to his chest, he felt at ease. You would wake up to his grip firmly around you or from him carassing your cheek or playing with your hair.

It feels werid when you two aren't in manor games together, you're like eatchothers lucky charms, he can't really handle if you're in too many games without him in a row. "I gotta get back soon Frederick might sleep on the piano again" Demi raises an eyebrow "he what?" "what if he stares so hard at my guitar it ends up full of sorrow" Demi's heard it all, she's heard of him evaporating, laying on couches, playing piano then sighing pausing and continuing to play a more loudly and harshly (according to Luca) "he thinks about alota things at once you know"

He does feel a bit strange when it comes to physical affection. Hugs and small kisses did feel a icky, when you do show him physical affection you'd try to keep it to a minimum accolading this, he judges you for that. Playing with his hair and stopping he looks up at you with narrowed eyes "what?" "Keep going" he grumbles. He'd start turning around to judge you if you dared to remove your hands from him. Sometimes even initiating, which would confuse and fluster the heck out of you. He does have his limits don't push them and he'll be fine.

He'd invite you to practice with him sometimes. It would always fluster the hell outta you but barely for him. "Are you sure?" You look around a bit frantically "I'm sure" "I'll get my gutair then" as soon as you sit down with him it usually goes with him beginning to play, you joining in after seeming to get the gist, you realize there was sheet music the entire time for you, say that you're "built diffrent" for just knowing what to play automatically "I'm just built like that" "Uh huh..." he disregards it, he knows you forget about the sheet music most of the time. Atleast he doesn't stay there for hours away from most people, that much anymore, now he spends atleast half of that practice session with you.

So to punish you for almost always never paying attention, he decided to make a song, no surprise he'd already think of making you a song, this was just an excuse for if you ever asked him why. "Do you mind if we practice again today" "you can't get enough of me can you" teasing him, you go with him hearing the unfamiliar song he began to play, you get behind him and begin to read the sheet music. "This one has alot of emotion to it" you continue to listen, wrapping your arms around his neck. "I think I got this" letting go of him, you play along with the emotional tone of the song. Test magically passed

You'd tease him with some song choices, letting him recognize the songs he wrote played on your gutair, or singing a lyric he just can't pass over for some reason "you haven't found everything you've been searching. Find it with me then we'll lose it and find it again" he blushes you could tell he was thinking too much on it. he turned away closing his eyes as you continued on singing, was your voice always this hypnotizing? Why are these chords so flustering now of all times? "Please stick to rock" "this is rock" "oh" you could barely hear that, getting closer to him you whisper in his ear "pleasantries-" "something I say to you, love" "so you know this" he tries to hide his flustered face. "The lyrics are pretty tame I'm surprised a song you've heard for a while now flustered you" you hug him kissing his cheek. You look foward to his reaction whenever you play songs like that near him, or just him paying too much attention to the lyrics and drifting into his imagination

Now imagine him finding out those you being an aristocrat rumors were real. You had him thinking you were normal until you ate a grape with a toothpick and knew how to tie his aggressively fancy bows. As soon as a partner dance came along you quite litterally swept him off his feet. A style of partner dance that was unique full of dramatic turns it almost felt like you were just dragging him along a bit, a weightless, graceful dance that would have been unexpected if you weren't accustomed to it. A dip is where you two make eye contact. "Did I tuker you out too much?" You smile uncertainly,him huffing to catch his breath, his mind racing with thoughts. "I'm fine" "would you like to do for another then?" "I'd rather not"

Ugh, pretty loud and he just hears the mumbles, he'll think it's incoherent metal, disrupts painting when you hear a sudden yell no matter how pretty it is

He dosent dislike you personally, after all you gave him your spare ear muffs when he brought this up to you. He becomes a good ally after that, you could go for a rescue and he'd be able to cover you. Those ear muffs come in handy, so handy that hunters try to take them. Unfortunately, you or him are always the first to yank them off or knock It out the hand of the hunter

He would slowly become apart of you Demi and Lucas crew. That one guy in a group that's never there but when he is it makes that day better, he's that guy. It gets so hype over there the hunter would turn their head wondering about the noise. "we got it guys!!" "YEA" "were getting a 4 escape!!" The hunters oprea singer

He'd grow super attached to you after you say something positive about his art. "Youve made this in a day?" "Yea?" "I find that hard to believe, the layering in this, the way they don't just lay ontop of eatchother but blend, not to mention accurate shadows" you take a pause dazed at the fine work. "It's beautiful" he doesn't speak, shocked that you knew the beauty and worth of his art something that most he met didn't understand, he fell for you hard over those comments, exactly why he shows you his pieces more often

You two would start dating rather quickly, you dropping signs the most aggressive way possible, causally holding hands when alone, sharing a cipher and really bad ideas "we should rescue luca" "no" "?" "He told me I should cut my canvas in half so I had four drawings instead of two" "...I mean in concept it's good but it might set ya off" "it already did" "after half then?" "Yea" thankfully Demi swooped in

You do try to sit down and paint with him. It was like a toddler following along a Bob Ross tutorial, but atleast Bob didn't stare at your painting for long periods of time. "Are you familiar with aristocrats?" "Yea?" He narrows his eyes "are you one?" "Are my drawings that bad?" "No these strokes are just ones nobility usually do" "crazy" he knew you were an aristocrat, and one that appreciated his art is even better. "Consider me your biggest fan in the art world" he giggles going back to his piece

He's run out of paintings during a match? Suddenly this isn't a match it's a rock show. "Find something in the item boxes nearby I'll distract them for you" distract them the loudest way possible how did you even bring an amp to a match?! "Why do you keep playing poppin party songs" "1) they're loud enough to cover the sound of us moving 2) they're more focused on me, the source of the music and 3) if you actually noticed" you point at Joseph "I found out he in particular has a real liking for Arisa he's not just gonna ignore her out of all people" Sure enough a familiar photographer appeared in the distance. "You mind opening the exit gate"

Despite him being sarcastic as hell he tries to sing along when you practice or perform. "You look like someone just sucked the life outta you" "how do you do this on the regular?" "Vocal practice wait till you have to scream in matches to save people" "." This stuff isn't for him but listening to you do it sounds alot better, and its nice to hum. You've caught him humming more times than you can count, and whenever you tell him he gets embrassed. "It's cute tho" "I'm sure the hunter could catch us if I continued" "They're across the map"

He hates the way you kiss whenever you're rushing somewhere. You do this thing he calls the entertainer's peck. Where you'd wave or acknowledge him, kiss his cheek and continue walking. He hates it because of how it lingers, you can't just take his hand to turn him toward you only to kiss him on the cheek and leave to a concert area or to decode. You're making him lose focus, one of those kisses that make you want another. You'd have him mummbling like a fool, espically if he could chase after you he'd give you his own peck, which led to the part he hated the most, the soft "I'll cherish this" expression on your face when you look back at him. He's giving you another until you stop looking at him like that!

He knew you were an aristocrat and he was thankful for it there was a higher chance you realized his talents. Hed ask you to dance first. "Shall we dance?" "Sure" informal way of accepting but formal style of dance. The way you both were able to be in sync no matter what move you threw at him, it turned out to be more of a test of skill than a friendly dance, as soon as you dipped him you could see all of the energy he lost hit him at once as he could barely keep himself up, you giggled at his predicament. "We should do this more often, you're alot more used to this than I thought" "we should, maybe I could try tossing you" his face straightens "nevermind"

Party! She's litterally with you all the time, with Luca as a carry on. You three would basically host rock concerts in the manor. You'd sing about freedom and living on, who cares for the noise complaint invest in ear plugs!!

You'd always be with her or luca during the games, though you do prefer Demi a bit more, she dosent laugh so hard it alerts the hunter. She's also more aware than Luca making running away alot easier. Though after games you prefer Luca, Luca doesn't cling to you so much you have to sleep in the same bed as him to make him feel better, he just calls you his hero

Does help when you're rescuing her, Naiad could be dashing toward you yet all be stopped by a simple ear spliting shreak from you, you had her seeing double. "I didn't know you could also do metal" "it's useful with the amount of commissions I get"

She'd randomly get an idea to try and wing along while you play. "I got it I got it" reasuring herself you begin to play familiar chords as she opens her mouth you change them to diffrent ones "I DONT KNOW THE LYRICS TO TEAR DROPS" "you got it!" She indeed barely had it, barely able to say of the lyrics correctly. Her revenge? "You mind playing this" she shows you probably the most confusing sheet music you've seen in your career a Frederick special if you will. "Alright-" and so the manor wondered what happened to the music they randomly heard when passing your room for the next 2 days

She'd fall asleep If you two weren't summoned for a round that day leaving you and her alone to explore the manor or practice guitar. People would come and go to you twos makeshift karoke. Espically Norton apparently. "IT WAS LOST LONG AGO BUT ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" those two would sing with their hearts out the whole manor could tell you the lyrics by heart. You could play a cord to a song she'd accidently "ITS ALL COMMING BACK TO ME" "." "That wasn't the right song?" "No"

Almost scream royality. Random bug? "AHHHHHH" small spoke? "AUHHHHHHH" you and luca pretending to be possessing eatchothers bodies "NOOOOOO" surprisingly she doesn't scream like this when a giant nun lady jumps at her, except when she did and found out why you're scream royality. "So how'd ya get chaired?" "Rescue me first" "you're way too far from half" she pouts "so I tried screaming to burst her ear drums like you do..." "and?" "And she looked me straight in the eyes, then the cat screamed louder I swear it was like one of yours and then I was here" ".pft" "not cool!"

She gets tipsy during rounds, leading to some fun confessions of love. "Y/n...I love youu" she leans onto you, puckered lips to an exaggerated degree. "I gotta decode Demi" sighing you let her cling onto you tighter "did any person tell you how cute you are? Am I the first?" "You aren't" she gasps dramatically "reallllyyyy?" "Yea, a barmaid got to me before you" she blows a raspberry

She leads you away for rounds, asking for help setting up a kiting area. "Thanks for the help" she lands a kiss on your cheek. "Demi" "what?" "I appreciate it but Luca might vomit over this again" "he forced himself to" she wraps her arms around your waist, leaning in to be closer to you "he'll be fine" he wasn't fine. "You two really gotta get a room" "wadya mean?" "You keep looking with these lovey dovey eyes, were all on the same cipher and that poor guys probably single handedly evading that rock guy. "Arent they the same person" "yea they both got that same scar" "now you're tag teaming me?" "Yea" you both make the same look.

If she were ever to escape the hunter injured she'll run to you near instantly. "I think you should kiss me and all my injuries will heal" "that's not how it works Demi" you continue your healing "you're so warm..." "I know" "hehe" you kiss her forehead, finishing up. "I'm still injured" she dramatically places her hand on her forehead, both of you hearing a cipher being popped. "Oh look you're at full health" she sighs "worth a shot"

You being an aristocrat? She didn't care much but it did affect how you did certain things, and explained why you knew how to take care of plants,paint, and piano...barely the gutairs more fitting. When you asked her to dance, she got flustered, such a formal request, but comming from you it should have been a bit obvious it was comming. She didn't expect how graceful you were, it felt like an instructor dancing with their student for a test, the turns focused eyes turning to soft looks whenever you made eye contact with her. It was a flustering the hell outta of her she couldn't think for more than two secounds with you suddenly invading her thoughts with the shift in demeanor. When she took the lead by the end and dipped you, you seemed to snap out of it. "You're really good at improv" "how sweet of you" she huffs bringing you up to stand. "Would you like to dance again later?" "You sound like an old noble"

[lririx]

so, hypothetically, demi with a lady dimitrescu like hunter partner? i love both these women and i think the worlds should collide, my sapphic ass is hella WEAK for them

I love Demi so much I can't😭 My lesbian loving heart can't handle a ship like this it's so cute😭I hope you enjoy it!

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•Low and behold a new hunter has come to the Manor with no sign of wanting to show any mercy towards anyone.

•A terrifying yet beautiful woman who is about 10 foot tall. No one knows her story. All they know is that if they end up in a match with her they're done for.

•Due to her condition she needs blood to stay alive and somehow the Manor provides the blood needed.

•She was a Nobel before she came to the Manor so she's used to ordering people around. She sees herself above all the other hunters but devotes herself to Miss. Nightingale.

•She obeys her every word and does nothing that might anger her. The hunters in the Manor were intimidated by her. Her demeanour was what caused it. No one thought she'd open up to anyone.

•So how in the world did this happen? Is she plotting something? Why is she dating a survivor? And that survivors is Demi?

•No one knows how this relationship came to be. Even Miss. Nightingale is confused about it. The hunter who showed no mercy even to the hunters is in love?

•Demi and The lady are quite different. Demi is a sweet ball of sunshine who wants to help everyone and bring joy to the Manor while the hunter wants to go on a murder spree.

•Well, their hobbies might have made them get closer. Both of them love to drink and listen to jazz all day. They adore dancing too.

•Sometimes music can be heard in one of the rooms and when people go and check on it they see two drunk love birds happily dancing to the song.

•The lady protects Demi all the time. She’s not overprotective, but deals with the trouble if Demi’s not capable of doing it.

•She never hits Demi during matches. Not even in a playful way. While she’s obliterating the survivors, Demi just stands there drinking and lovingly looking at her lover.

•If Demi asks The lady to not hurt anyone during the match, she will obey her instantly. Everyone sighs of relief whenever she does this.

•She can turn into a dragon like monster aswell and let's Demi get on top of her and she just flies away.

•Demi is around 5’6 and the lady is like 10 foot so the height differences is quite something. The lady has to kneel for Demi to be able to kiss her. Demi sometimes gets a chair or a stool or ever gets on the table to kiss her.

•Demi is a switch but The lady is a dom. Though she will be a bottom from time to time to make Demi happy.

•Sex with The lady is quite an experience. BDSM is something that will constantly happen during it. Good thing Demi enjoys it.

•Drinks and alcohol are always on the bedside table next to candles and incenses.

•Remember how I said the lady needs blood? Well yeah she bites Demi's neck and drinks it during sex and makeouts.

•Both of them will have visible bite marks and hickies the next day.

•And on a daily basis she takes Demi’s hand and drinks her blood.

•They call eachother mommy on the bed.

•If she’s talking to Demi and someone interrupts her she’ll bite their head off.

•Pet names. They will constantly use Pet names on eachother like “Sweetheart” “Dear” “Love”.

•They love showering together. They go in the bath and brush eachothers hair while kissing eqchothers neck. It gets steamy sometimes.

•Both of them wear red lipstick and they kiss eachother on the lips, cheeks and neck before a match and neither of them wipes it off.

•They wander around the Manor together while laughing and drinking. They just look like the sweetest couple during those times.

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— I SMILE A LOT WHEN I'M IN FRONT OF YOU ; I FEEL LOVE, AFFECTION

⋄ Surprising each other on Valentine's Day

Characters: Andrew Kreiss, Demi Bourbon, Norton Campbell

▭ self indulg. ▭ genderneutral ▭ fluff ▭ not proofread ▭

— ANDREW

Being with you feels like a dream. Andrew hadn't realized that it's almost Valentine's day.

Just kidding, he's actually been thinking about it since December. What? You're so special to him. It's only right he does something special for you too.

He noted every small detail that gives a clue about what you're fond of. And despite his dislike for social situations, he approached Emma to help him set up a gift for you.

Actually, he tried to approach her. It was the gardener that confronted him after she noticed that he's been following her while staring at her as if wanting to ask her something. Much to the grave keeper's relief, Emma was happy to help.

But he can't help but get worried. The gardener kept giggling and snickering whenever he was with you. She might give away the surprise! But for some reason, you were also fidgety. Do you already know? Maybe you don't like it? Oh god, he's even more uneasy now.

He thought of dropping the surprise but then that means he won't have anything for you at valentine's day. No, he loves you. And he trusts you.

The day of the much awaited Valentine's day finally arrived. After lunchtime, he planned to ask you to meet him in the garden while trying not to be obvious as possible.

"Can you meet me at the garden later, dear? I-it's nothing serious. I just...have something to show you."

"What? That's funny, I was going to ask you the same thing." You said to him.

What a coincidence, he merely thought.

Meanwhile, you were feeling antsy. Andrew did say that it's nothing serious. But you hoped it wouldn't ruin what you want to do for him today.

After you both parted, Andrew immediately went to his room to quickly get his presents and arrive first at the garden. It'd be ugly if he arrived last, he thought.

The albino waits at the garden with trepidation, as he stands there holding your presents—a bouquet of your favorite flowers, and a present wrapped in a wrapper of your favorite color.

"Ah! Andrew, you're already here..."

He hears your voice and footsteps approach him. But why do you sound slightly disappointed? Oh no. No, it's too late to back out!

He feels your figure behind him and he preps himself. His hands slightly trembling from nervousness. He inhales, gathering up courage before turning around to face you, almost losing his balance.

"Y/N, Happy Valentine's Day!" Andrew shouts. Oh Lord, he didn't mean to be that loud. The grave keeper flushes in embarrassment while hanging his head low, and his eyes closed.

"Oh...I..."

He knew it. You're embarrassed for him, aren't you? He trembles in his stance, scared of what you'll say next.

But only your laughter was heard.

Andrew gulped. Were you making fun of him now? He looked up at you, confused and mortified.

But there you were in front of him, bathed in the sunlight peeking from the clouds. You were holding a bouquet of his favorite purple irises wrapped in a light pink wrapper and a gift wrapped Ina wrapper with heart patterns. You were laughing heartily.

To him, you looked breathtaking. It doesn't matter if you say you look like a mess or you're only wearing casual clothes. You looked beautiful.

"Ahaha! I was planning to surprise you first."

His mouth falls agape in shock and his blush deepens. What? "I–...those are for me?"

"Of course! Did you think I wasn't going to do anything for you today?" You asked, walking closer to him.

"I didn't think...well..." The grave keeper fumbles over his words.

You take the present you were carrying to your other arm so you could caress his cheek.

"Andrew, you mean the world to me. And I'd do anything to prove to you just how special you are." You say before pulling him down/tilting his head up to meet your lips–taking him in a sweet kiss.

The two of you part, breathless.

"I love you."

— DEMI

February 14th isn't just about Valentine's Day, it's also Demi's birthday! It's twice the celebration!

That is why you've been wracking up your brain trying to think of something to do for the lovely barmaid of the manor.

Perhaps you've been too stressed trying to come up with something since Demi kept trying to ask you what was wrong despite telling her that you're fine.

"You sure? Don't work yourself up too much, okay?" Demi says, combing her fingers through your hair.

If you didn't stop yourself, you might've fallen asleep from the gesture with the help of her voice that sounded like a lullaby to you after going through a frustration.

Really, what can you do for this beautiful woman?

What can you do?

That question never left you. Even as you wrote a newfound idea. The reason why your mind stays awake even though your eyes wanted to close that night.

The day after that, you started planning and preparing furiously. It almost intimidated the others around you. It was like you had grown another pair of arms as they witnessed you feverishly prepare something in the kitchen.

Demi had taught you how to mix drinks before. She was so passionate about teaching it to you that she even expressed that she anticipates your progress. In fact, in the future, once the both of you find Demi's brother, you plan to set up a bar run by Demi and you.

So you thought, why not mix a drink to show her how much you've improved? Paired up with a romantic dinner or lunch (whatever you prefer) date, prepared by your own hands.

That is what you've been trying to achieve in the kitchen. A mix that you could impress her with.

You felt giddy and nervous while making it. And those feelings never leave you even as you look at your own work on the special day.

A white table embroidered with floral patterns, two seats–that you made sure was comfortable to sit on, in front of it are the meals you've prepared, and in the middle of the table was a vase containing a few roses. The drink you've especially made was lying in your hands. You were still unsure, even after the million taste tests you did. It tasted fine but will it be good enough?

Demi was going to arrive here sooner or later. There's no time to panic or to alter things. You'll just have to make sure it goes well, and if it doesn't–you leave it up to date and hope for the best.

"Well, my. Is this all for me?"

You almost jumped out of your skin. The bottle in your hands almost shattered from your grip. But the presence behind you merely laughed.

"Yes–! Demi! Happy Birthday! …And Happy Valentine's day too!" You greeted, facing her sheepishly.

The barmaid chuckled once again. How precious you are, she thinks.

"And what's that?"She points at the porcelain bottle in your hands.

"Ah, well...I made it for you. It's a mix I made on my own. I hope you like it."

Demi grins wider. She rushed up to hug you and kissed your cheek. "Aw, geez. You've certainly outdone yourself. How can my present be as amazing as yours?"

What? You break away from her embrace. "What do you mean?"

Demi pulls a small red box adorned with a white ribbon from her pockets. You could smell the faint scent of chocolates and roses from it.

"I have something for you too." She says while handing it to you.

You shook your head, "But Demi, it's your special day today! You shouldn't have…"

"Ha! That's right. It's my birthday and I get to do what I want. And I chose to give you a gift." She declared, urging you to take the gift.

Her eyes narrowed and she gave you a sly grin, "You'll do anything for the birthday girl, right?"

You could only sigh as you gave up attempting to argue with her. Cradling the bottle on one of your arms carefully while you use your vacant hand to take her gift.

"Now let's dine in! I can't wait to try what you've made!" Demi grabbed your arm and pulled you with her as she rushed to the table.

"Ah–hold on!" You exclaim.

The rest of the time was filled with smiles and laughter as the two of you enjoyed your time together.

— NORTON

Look, he's broke. That is no secret. He would have never thought that a holiday, something he hardly think about, turns into a day he'll stress himself out on.

Everyone could see that the prospector is working harder to earn money than usual. That says a lot, because Norton has always been a hardworking individual. Others regarded this change as just desperation to conquer poverty quick.

Perhaps the said motive still stays true. It's what the prospector claims to the few people that asked him to atleast take a break. But what he's not telling is that it's always you that appears in his head as he works. How badly he wants to use his money to get you the riches you deserve to be pampered with. But dear, he needs that money to eat, that's why he's trying to earn more.

Actually, You and Norton aren't a thing yet. He's planning to confess to you this valentine's day—as cheesy as that may sound.

He wish he could give you more, really. But he hopes that these three red roses and chocolates in a heart shaped box is enough. It was the most popular gifts—and the cheapest.

Beneath the moody exterior that shouts "I don't care!" Is a heart that is nervous and wishing to love. He does in fact care, he does in fact love you.

Norton may not be able to afford certain things, but he could prove to you that he can give you all the love in the world. He just hopes that you'd give this poor man a chance.

Please? The plead repeats on his head as the pen writes an invitation for you to meet him at the garden on the day of valentine's.

Please? The word repeats on his head, his heart starts to beat faster as he approaches you with the gifts at hand.

"...I love you. I mean it." Please. Let me love you.

In front of him, you stand surprised. But what you did next shocked him even more.

You pulled your very own gifts and a love letter addressed to him from behind you.

You smiled warmly at him, something that felt like a comforting blanket after being in the cold for too long.

"I wanted to tell you the same thing! I–...I love you too." You confess, face flushing.

Norton stands, face blank but cheeks turning noticeably red. His eyes softened, and he let out an eased sigh.

"I have one more thing to give to you, actually." He says, moving closer to you.

"Wha–really? Norton that's–" You couldn't finish your sentence. Taken aback when he took your hands in his and put it in his chest. Where you could feel his heart racing despite his unbothered expression.

"My heart. It's yours." He says and captured your lips in his.

[ Happy Valentine's Day, Everyone! (*˘︶˘*).｡*♡ ]

[fishermanshook]

SEE YOU AGAIN (barmaid x gn!reader)

# HAPPY (early) BDAY DEMI! , day 10 of @philomena-propellente ‘a valentines event , C4L , grammar and spelling warning

INTRO

Once a customer, always a customer, even if your journey ends here. Care for a drink?

꒰wc꒱ 711

The sound of chatter and drinks clinking fills the Bourbon's tavern down the main street. Except for a lone seat at the bar, every chair has been occupied in just the first hour since the bar opened for the night. The drink orders have been coming in at rapid speed this night, and the duo can only try to keep up. Demi busies herself by getting out more ingredients for her brother, Sam, as he preps their secret to success: Dovlin. The next hit in the industry has people coming in from every corner of the world trying to get a sip.

But alas, her eyes refuse to leave her brother as he mixes and shakes the unknown ingredients together to make Dovlin's recognizable color. A deep, penetrating red that looks as if it's been pulled from humans itself. While she isn't entirely sure what lies in the drink, she trusts that her brother knows what he's doing.

Unfortunately for her, a bell near the front indicates that a new customer has arrived. Neither of them can take another drink order, but Demi reassures Sam that she's got this. The Barmaid takes a deep breath in before plastering on her best-serving smile and-

And she's greeted with you. Your eyes widen at the site of her, and a big smile graces your face as you almost leap to hug her. Demi laughs into your shoulder as she spins you around. "Hi hun, how are you?" she squeals. Demi takes your light giggle as 'good' and takes you to your unofficial seat in the tavern.

You've already been stripped of your coat and spot Demi hanging it up in the back so it doesn't get stolen. Immediately, the Barmaid's attention goes directly to you. You've been gone for some time now, guess all you can do is play catch up at this point. You're distracted by the magic that Demi performs, as she does all sorts of bartender tricks with your glass. Even earn some stares from the surrounding tables as they watch the Barmaid flip the glass and pour the wine. (Low clapping can be heard in the background of the tavern. For you, Demi would practice that trick during the time you were gone. Hoping to impress you by the time you arrive.)

After she's finished, Demi has produced your favorite drink. A purple, grape-flavored juice that invades your veins with excitement. The drink itself is familiar as well and makes you feel more at home in the tavern.

"You've been gone for a month [name] now just where did you run off to?" Demi questions you as she jabs you in the shoulder. She's more than happy to see you, but that still doesn't excuse the time that's passed since your unannounced departure. You take a sip from your drink. It's cold and fizz sending your stomach in a spiral. You wipe your mouth before speaking again.

"I apologize for going AWOL on you, I promise it won't happen again," You say with an apologetic look on your face. "I got caught up on a business trip and was forced to leave as soon as possible." You can't deny that your job doesn't pay you well, which forces you to go back and forth between different departments. That's why you've been coming to this bar for god knows how long. The leather seats have ripped with age, but the nostalgia grows stronger the longer you're separated from the tavern.

You take another sip from your glass. This time, the fizzy feeling became less prominent. "I also have received a rather... interesting letter. The sender is anonymous, and I couldn't pull any more information from it besides the fact that it's offering a large sum of money in exchange for my presence in a game." You hand Demi the letter. It feels smooth in her hands, like a ticket. A ticket to freedom. To a better life. "It's a promise to something greater in this little life of ours, and I'm contemplating taking them up on the offer. Do you or Sam perhaps know anything about Oletus Manor? Hello? Demi I-"

The memory ends there, and the Barmaid wakes up in a cold sweat with dried tears on her face.

note: like 5 months latter and I still can’t write Demi properly 😞 older readers do we recognize the purple drink???

(2024)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

[avinwrites]

When they sing to you ♫ 

A headcanon/short fic mix of Demi, Melly, Norton, and Naib when you ask your significant other to comfort you with a song.

Demi

-Demi likes to hum when she’s working hard

-whether she’s mixing drinks or decoding

-it’s not unusual to hear a tune come from the depths of her throat

-but you’ve never heard her sing

-of course, sometimes, if she’s drunk, she’ll belt out whatever song she may have stuck in her head, but that’s different

-the day you actually did hear her sing for the first time, you almost missed it

You had returned from a rough match. It did more than just roughen up your body, your mental psyche was near destroyed. No one escaped, there were still three ciphers left, and you had already been downed two times previous to your state. It didn’t help that the Hunter finally got you by terror-shocking you. To put it lightly, you were beat.

You sought comfort, and your heart pulled you towards her. Demi was your epitome of contentment. Anything you need, she’ll be there. And while you tried not to ask for too much, in this case, you need her, no way around it. When you finally found Demi, conversing with a few others, you silently pulled her away and to your place of comfort. 

“You look rough.” She comments, understanding that all you need at the moment is her, and accepts this fact. without saying anything, you have her lay on your bed, your face finding the perfect space nestled in her chest, her arms around you, stroking your hair softly. In this position, you aren’t far from sleep, but an ethereal voice floating in the air keeps you from fully slipping into the realm of dreams.

It was Demi’s voice, singing a lullaby you don’t recognize, but you find solace in the words and the melody. You can’t stop yourself from drifting off, finding yourself in the same indulgence in your dreams.

Melly

-she’s not very vocal

-you like to ask her to tell you about bugs

-because even if you’re disgusted by them

-she’ll make even the most hideous creature sound like a genuine grace from the heavens with her words

-she’ll even tell you stories if you’d like

-but she gets very uncomfortable with the idea of singing

-and you’re ok with that, you’d never force her to do something she’s uncomfortable with

-but one day, as a gift to you, she surprises you

“I’d like you to meet me in my room tonight after dinner.” She says to you out of the blue. This was earlier in the afternoon. Now, it’s dark, and everyone has gone to their respective places of rest. Melly had practically locked herself in her room when she said that to you. By this point, you were worried sick. So, as soon as possible, you made your way to her room.

You open the door to find her sitting on the floor of her room, mask sitting neatly next to her, face reddened.

“You’ve expressed your desire to hear my voice before…” she starts, unable to make eye contact with you. 

“Oh, Melly, it really is ok, I don’t mean to push! I-” before you can argue further, she stops you.

“This is something I want to do for you. I recently learned a song I wish to share.”

So, you mimic her sitting position in front of her. She clears her throat and shakily serenades you, though gains confidence the longer she goes on. You’re awestruck; as if you’ve never heard a melodious note in your life, her voice changes you. You have to admit, of course she doesn’t have the voice of a professional singer, but it’s her. Not only are the words coming from her entrusted to you, you’re the only person to hear this, and it’s beautiful. When she finishes, face vibrantly embarrassed, she looks to you for your reaction. 

Your mouth opens and closes a few times, unable to form proper sentences. So, you do the only thing you can think of to properly express your feelings. Leaning forward, you gently press your lips to hers in gratitude, thankfully for you, she accepts, leaning in as well.

“Thank you, it was perfect.”

Norton

-Norton has never sung a day in his life

-maybe, possibly, in the mines with what used to be his friends

-but he usually left the tunes to them

-just silently listening

-now, he couldn’t even imagine warbling out a tune

-both from his unfamiliarity with the action and the memories it would bring

-he’s also never considered himself a protective person

-until he met you

-your kindness motivates him more than money could

-he values you so much

-so, for you, he’d try anything

This certainly isn’t the first time you and Norton have laid together in an attempt to sleep, but it is still new to you both. It took quite a while to get here, him holding you loosely, and you, careful not to constrict him. 

“You can’t sleep, can you?” He asks, after feeling you shift for the umpteenth time.

“Sorry, I’ll try to be still.”

“No, it’s ok, that’s not what I meant.”

Tentatively, he pulled you closer, resting his chin on the top of your head, and just as carefully, you adjusted your soft grip on him.

“This is nice.” You whisper, closing your eyes and trying, still, to fall asleep.

“Listen, I’m going to try something, just… stop me if it gets unbearable.” You’re awfully worried about what he’s going to do before you’re met with a deep, rumbling voice singing lyrics, something similar to what he would’ve heard in his mining days, and it's soothing coming from him. As he murmurs his tune, the deep rolling in his chest lulling you to sleep, he too seems to be falling deeper. Though you don’t dream, you feel a keen sense of warmth throughout the night.

Naib

-also not a singer

-he considers his singing voice “terrible”

-and that's the excuse he uses to get out of any situation where he’d have to sing

-but you, you wanna hear it

-you don’t care how bad it is

-but no matter how much you beg

-he gets that bashful blush on his face and refuses to comply with your request

-so, you let it go

He does feel kind of bad when you give up, sullen, but what is he supposed to do? He’s never sung before. Well, he can almost remember one time, drunkenly yelling some raunchy song while linking arms with his comrades, swaying about. When that memory fades from the forefront of his mind, he knows what to do for you. Despite his stoic outward demeanor, once you’re behind closed doors, he’s as affectionate as can be. You don’t blame him at all, and indulge him frequently in his request for physical closeness. This was one of those nights. After fondly remembering parts of his past and his family, he wanted to spend time with you, now considering you his family. As usual, you laid together, preparing for a long night’s rest, and he suddenly started to hum. His lips moved as he began to whisper comforting words in a language you couldn’t understand. 

“You remind me of my mother’s lullaby.” He finally says to you. “I had trouble remembering the words, but I’d like to entrust you with its melody.”

“I’d be honored.”

And the night continues. His voice becomes shaky, both from lack of use, and the emotions that come with the subject, but he sings for you in his mother tongue the same tune that would comfort him as a child. 

“Naib,” you start, sleep evident in your quiet voice.

“Yes?” He whispers, just as silent.

“Can you sing to me again?”

This time, he doesn't deny your request.

[abandonedbun]

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 ♡︎

Content notes:Afab reader (can be read as gender neutral though! :3)

Bun’s little note:Bunny had writers block and wrote this in hopes of it going away… writers block sucks TwT Also, what do ya think of the picture? Bun thinks it’s pretty cute! :3

Fandom(s):Identity V

Characters for identity v:Margaretha Zelle, Andrew Kreiss

Next will be Aesop and Demi! :3

These are super short, sorry TvT

Margaretha Zelle

She likes the sexy and cute bras

The ones made of soft fabric and that have some lace

It looks so pretty on you! She loves it whenever you wear those soft lace bras she picks out for you <3

Also picks out soft lace panties for you but that’s a discussion for another day :3

She likes pink and purple ones on you, not neon of course and not dark, the perfect shade or pastel is what she prefers since it matches her

Or plain black will do, plain black is also very hot in her opinion

Andrew Kreiss

He thinks his lover looks good in anything tbh

In his eyes, any bra looks good on you <33

Lace? Beautiful dear

Bras that have a little bow or two? Looks pretty and cute on you!

No bra? He doesn’t mind, you still look beautiful, he loves your body

He’s too in love to pick a favorite from the ones you wear

[rosemaze-reveries]

IDV women of your choice: preferred places to kiss and to be kissed. Go. 🔫

😇😇 oops my hand slipped

💉🩰🔫🍾🪞👘🐍

💉 Emily - Forehead kisses are her favorite. She loves their warmth and intimacy, especially if you cup her face while soothingly rubbing her temples. But while she enjoys your slow kisses, she tends to only give quick, haphazard ones herself.

🩰 Margaretha - Blows kisses at you regularly. It’s part of her gimmick. Loves to sit on your lap and let you brush your lips over her chest/collarbone area. She has conflicting feelings of shame and solace when you kiss her scars, but in the end she trusts you enough - it's very validating for her.

🔫 Martha - Often leaves casual kisses on the back of your hand. It’s a way to give you reassurance when words can’t. In private, your neck is her preferred place ♡ She isn’t fond of muffling your mouth as it detracts all the fun 😇

🍾 Demi - A sloppy kisser, tugs you close by your collar or your belt loop - whatever is the first within her reach. Likes to swing her arms around you and wind up shoved against a corner somewhere. Not picky at all about where you kiss her!

🪞 Mary - Kisses from her are always a reward. She tilts up your chin with her mirror shard and smirks at you before capturing your lips. On your end, she prefers it when you kiss the back of her hand .. or even the tip of her pointed shoe.

👘 Michiko - Rather vanilla. Still feels flustered just by staring at your lips for too long. She prefers to take it slow - a simple kiss on the lips is the most she will do for you. But she wouldn’t mind if you took it further, she has always dreamed of those elaborate, lingering sessions with someone <3

🐍 Yidhra - Very demanding with what she expects from you - she picked you out of everyone in the universe, after all. It’s almost like kissing the universe, or maybe a ghost. She leaves distinct marks all over you so you can’t forget her time with you by the next morning.

[dentiststoothfairy]

tׁׅᨵׁׅׅᨵׁׅׅtׁׅhׁׅ֮'ׅ꯱ ꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅ݊ꪀtׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ꭈׁׅɑׁׅᝯׁ֒tׁׅꪱׁׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ᥎ׁׅꫀׁׅܻ݊ ᝯׁ֒hׁׅ֮ꭈׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱tׁׅꩇׁׅ֪݊ ɑׁׅׅ꯱ ƙׁׅꪱׁׁׁׅׅׅׅ꯱ׅ꯱

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ᴄʜʀɪsᴛᴍᴀs ᴛɪᴍᴇ ɪɴ ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ ɪs ᴀ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀ. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ғᴇᴇʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇ ɪɴ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴏғ sɴᴏᴡ ғᴀʟʟɪɴɢ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴅᴇsᴄᴇɴᴅᴇᴅ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟɪᴘ-ᴄʟᴏᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴏғ ʀᴇɪɴᴅᴇᴇʀ ʜᴏᴏᴠᴇs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴛᴏ ʜᴇᴀʀ.

ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏ ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ. ʙʏ ʜᴇʟᴘɪɴɢ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴᴏʀ, ʙʏ ᴠᴏᴛɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴅᴇᴄɪsɪᴏɴs ᴀɴᴅ ʙʏ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴄᴀsᴛ ᴏғ ɪᴅᴇɴᴛɪᴛʏ ᴠ, ᴘᴇʀʜᴀᴘs ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ғɪɴᴅ sᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴀ ᴍɪsᴛʟᴇᴛᴏᴇ ᴋɪss ᴡɪᴛʜ.

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"Well, since you are the winner and if you are so fine.. I'll take Ganji to Emily then." I announced, wriggling free from Naib's grip. Aesop pleaded with me to stay with his large panicked eyes but I shook my head with a soft smile.

"I'm fine. I don't need Emily." Ganji was also wincing like Naib. These two could be so similar sometimes. I insisted by tugging gently on his sleeve.

"You won't be the one that's aching in the morning if you do come." I bargained, before Ganji gave a nod.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with. See you guys in like.. Ten minutes... अगर मैं भाग्यशाली हूँ.." Ganji muttered under his breath as he began to walk off, rubbing his wrist. I followed quickly after him.

As he ran a hand through his curly hair which was held above his face by dark blue bandana.. I couldn't help but admire him for a small minute.

"What?" He snapped at me, returning to his Ganji-ness. I looked away, having shamelessly been caught.

"I just think it's cool how you bet Naib last year. I mean... He's a literal mercenary who's been in the army! Drunk or not. You held your own out there and that's... That's super impressive, Ganji." The words spilt from my mouth as they entered my brain. No room for censoring as I spoke.

"And the fact you barely lost, making it a tie through until the end.. You're very cool, to me at least." I commented with a roll of my shoulder. The silence that hit me after didn't shock me.

Ganji's eyes darted away from mine as we walked. "That's.. Uh.." He cleared his throat.

"Not what I was expecting to hear.." I got the feeling he also wasn't too used to it either.

"Well.. What were you expecting to hear?" The sounds of our soles hitting the floor was barely audible over the chatter of everyone in the halls. Ada and Emil holding hands through the hallway, munching on some gingerbread. I'd have to ask some where they got that later...

"Well." He cleared his throat once again. "I dunno... Something a little more honest?" His voice fell flat and bitter, my brows furrowed.

".. That.. That-.. That is honesty.." I replied flatly as well. Did he really not believe me?

The rest of the walk was decently silent, not that it was an issue for the two of us.

And soon, we walked ahead and to against an office door. Miss Dyer's medical office.

Ganji didn't knock before walking in, to which I trailed behind him. An interesting sight greeted us inside.

Emily was leaning down on her small desk, mindlessly chatting away with Demi who hid her giggling smile behind her hand. I didn't expect Emily to be the type of person to drink. But.. I suppose it is the holidays. The tiled floor was pristine and crystal white... Cupboards of supplies and supplements lined the wall as other medical equipment lined the walls.

Emily's face fell when she spotted Ganji, nearly spilling her drink as she stared.

".. Don't."

"Hi miss Dyer." Ganji muttered, scratching his bruised cheek. Demi gave a friendly wave.

"Heyy!"

I gave a light laugh as I waved back to the ever tipsy Demi.

Emily stood up and pointed at a small bed that laid in the corner of the room. Her expression was anything other than pleased.

"Sit."

Ganji heaved a tense breath as he trudged off obediently. The sense that he hated this part of the Christmas Crunch was evident..

"If I ask you what happened.. And you tell me those two words that you and Mister Subedar tell me every year... Forcing me to waste my limited supplies on you two... I'm not going to be very happy." The sharpness in her voice was uncharacteristic of the usually quiet and quant Emily.

"Would it make any difference?" Ganji murmured, not meeting Emily's deep eyes. His response left the Doctor exasperated. She clutched her arm slightly as she piled supplies on top of each other.

"Is.. This a common issue with you, Em?" Demi asked with an amused smile, leaning back on the chair she sat upon.

"Annual." Emily frowned. "Mister DeRoss only gives me so many items a year and if I'm not using them in a match.. I'm using it to patch up the survivors after their games... So I'd rather not be spending my resources on meaningless fights." She placed the stacks of items besides the beg Ganji sat upon. Her softness had returned as she asked him to sit up straight.

"Ahh, well. It's the end of the year. You'll stock up soon." Demi's smile was a bit loppy as she watched happily. "Such a hard worker..- Oh! [Name]!" Demi either just remembered I was there, or just noticed me... Which made my earlier wave useless.

"Wanna drink?" She smiled, digging through a small cooler box she had taken with her that was filled with Dovlin and some sort of red wine, which Emily was probably drinking.

[heartshapedbubble]

IM CRYINH I HOPE I MADE IT

I go by all pronouns (i just default to they/them), im pansexual with innattentive ADHD (aka ADD) and an anxiety disorder. My MBTI type is INTP-T, and I'm a scorpio - rising taurus. I'm very outgoing and funny with my friend group, however i get anxious and very quiet if im in public without someone else i know being there. i've been told im a perfectonist and that i set high standards for myself, when i dont meet those standards i tend to break down. i have a hard time asking for help in general and tend to bottle up how i feel which has cause people to get angry at me because i do not know how describe how im feeling. i have been told i'm very observant and tend to notice little things in stuff like movie scenes.

im very pale with a lot of freckles everywhere with dark brown hair that goes to a dark ginger at the ends. i tend to bruise and scratch myself easily as well. i speak english, german, and spanish (english is my mother tongue) !!

my aesthetics in terms of clothing range from street fashion to sanriocore to indie…. although my usual fit will have a grey/dark red hoodie i got from a friend a while back. i like going out from time to time to shop or picking up food from local food shops!! on terms of food, i have fast metabolism so im hungry for most of the day…my favorite kind of food is texas bbq aaaaaaaa

i like to listen to popular sped up songs, phonk, and loud rap…i like to cook, read and play video games. A few of my favorite artists are Alec Benjamin, blackbear, Doja Cat, XANAKIN SKYWOK, and DVRST. im in a few competitive groups for some of my fav video games <333 i can handle shit talk and normally respond to shit talk with shit talk LMAOO

YOU MADE IT 👏👏👏👏 CONGRATS

i match you with...

demi bourbon! 🍾

you two are a perfect match ok ok

demi is an estp and a whole lot of fun!! if there's awkward silence between you two at first she's gonna break the ice quickly and get you talking

this woman is the literal embodiment of "mom friend" everyone around her feels at ease and she cares about them lots

she loves pda sm HEEHEEEE when you two go out she's gonna wrap her arm around your waist 100%

NO BOTTLING UP EMOTIONS WITH HER NUH HUH she's gonna get you two 2 glasses of dovlin (or juice for you if you can't drink yet/don't like to drink) and give you a little therapy session she's amazing

if you're feeling down or too shy to do something/ask for help she's gonna do it for you 100%

she would compliment you ALL the time like "you look like a god/goddess" "your hair is so soft and silky" "you smell really nice" "your outfit is so beautiful today" HHHH

french pet names (explodes)

LENDS YOU HER CLOTHES AND ACCESSORIES!! would absolutely be into matching fits with you and thrifting/buying clothes together

if you're into makeup and such she volunteers to do it for you! she's skilled w skincare, all styles of makeup and can even make a bomb ass set of acrylic nails/nail art

demi cooks such god tier food. my god. gordon ramsey has nothing on her

always ready to make whatever you're craving - pad thai? she's on it. something light? she already has a charcuterie board ready. brownies? you bet. something simple but really tasty? her fried chicken is heavenly. bbq? autism be damned my girl can work a grill!!!!!!

she canonically loves music and would probably invite you to some concerts and regularly suprise you with tickets and albums😈😈

your no1 fan and supporter even when you're shit talking someone she's gonna shit talk them along with you‼️

she's not the best w videogames and technology tho😭 she would love it if you could teach her how to play so you two could play together <3

[chuuyasfanboy]

Masterlist

Ummmmm just for convenience for you guys really LOL

I'm starting to get a bunch of requests and I'm very very thankful!!!!!

Bungo Stray Dogs

Dazai Osamu

"I'll fuck you into next year."

Parent hcs

Smut Drabble

Dazai x Reader: Reverse Comfort

You cry during an argument

Shtwt hcs

Smut Drabble

Beast!Dazai x Reader: Your his s/o in every world

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Chuuya Nakahara

Parent hcs

Smut Drabble

You cry during an argument

Shtwt hcs

Smut Drabble

Shotgun kisses

How they wrap your Christmas present

Doppo Kunikida

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ranpo Edogawa

You cry during an argument

How they wrap your Christmas present

Edgar Allen Poe

How they wrap your Christmas present

Fyodor Dostoevsky

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Nikolai Gogol

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Oda Sakunosuke

How they wrap your Christmas present

Yukichi Fukuzawa

How they wrap your Christmas present

Akiko Yosano

How they wrap your Christmas present

Atsushi Nakajima

Shtwt headcanons

How they wrap your Christmas present

Kenji Miyazawa

How they wrap your Christmas present

Junichiro Tanizaki

How they wrap your Christmas present

Kyoka Izumi

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ichiyo Higuchi

How they wrap your Christmas present

Gin Akutagawa

How they wrap your Christmas present

Kyusaku Yumeno

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ango Sakaguchi

How they wrap your Christmas present

Genshin Impact

Albedo

How they wrap your Christmas present

Diluc

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Kaedehara Kazuha

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Shikanoin Heizou

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Thoma

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Venti

How they wrap your Christmas present

Wanderer/Scaramouche

How they wrap your Christmas present

Xiao

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Dainsleif

How they wrap your Christmas present

Aether

How they wrap your Christmas present

Kaeya

Kaeya x Reader: You come home from a long day

Bennett

How they wrap your Christmas present

Chongyun

How they wrap your Christmas present

Diona

How they wrap your Christmas present

Fischl

How they wrap your Christmas present

Razor

How they wrap your Christmas present

Xingqiu

How they wrap your Christmas present

Identity V

Victor Grantz

Paperboy general hcs

How they wrap your Christmas present

Aesop Carl

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Norton Campbell

How they wrap your Christmas present

Luca Balsa

Smut Drabble

How they wrap your Christmas present

Andrew Kriess

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ithaqua

How they wrap your Christmas present

Demi Bourban

How they wrap your Christmas present

Edgar Valden

How they wrap your Christmas present

Ada Mesmer

How they wrap your Christmas present

Emil

How they wrap your Christmas present

Michiko

How they wrap your Christmas present

Joseph Desaulnier

How they wrap your Christmas present

Xie Bi'an

How they wrap your Christmas present

Fan Wujiu

How they wrap your Christmas present

Robbie White

How they wrap your Christmas present

[maninthemiroh]

About my Criminal Minds DR

Full name: Gagak (Yes, that's it. I was born in Java, Indonesia, in this DR)

My nicknames: Corvid/ae/ (most of the team), Raden Mas (most of the world), Bird boy (Luke), The Crow (film fans)

My faceclaim: LØREN

Gender identity: Cis-male

Orientation: Demi-romantic/sexual

Age upon first shift: 20

More about me and changes I made below the cut <3

My style:

I wasn't going to have this kind of style, as evidenced by my previous post about this DR, but I read through one (1!) fanfiction series about cowboy!reader x Criminal Minds yesterday and… Also, for some reason, black, red, and white were thee colors when I was making the wardrobe section on this Pinterest board? I blame my top #6 video game characters: Ash (King of Fighters), Iori (KOF), Rock (also, KOF), Shadow (Sonic), Skarlet (MK), and Vice (KOF, again). Ahaha, guess what my favorite video game is 🤔 Anyway, RDR2 outfit pic creds to user @/kaddishaun on Pinterest!

Fun facts about me and my life:

Youngest FBI informant a month after moving to the US (subsequently also a month after I turned 10), I'm sort of replacing White Boy Rick in a sense, but without the bad ending and horrible father figure.

Officially joined the FBI at age 11 once I got dual citizenship for the US and Indonesia (yes, I know that's not possible in this reality).

IQ of 304 because I'm an attention whore 😀.

Tallest person ever, as per usual, "only" 9'3 this time, though.

Youngest person to graduate high school, age five at SMA Taruna Nusantara

Youngest person to ever graduate college, age six, via an accelerated course thanks to a 127-page dissertation on serial killers that earned me my first PhD, one in Criminal Justice, at the University of Indonesia.

Besides my first PhD, I have twelve others, one in Chemistry, another in Computer and Information Sciences, then Cybersecurity, Engineering, Mathematics, Pharmacology, Philosophy, Physics, Political Science, Psychology, Public Administration, and Statistics.

Took the CTY entry exam, after it was mailed to me, and aced it, but they originally said I would have to move to Maryland, which I simply refused to do, so I almost turned it down before my parents mailed them a letter back asking if I could do dual enrollment and they'd, as rich people, pay for the transport of my schoolwork to and from our estate in Java, and it was not a surprise when the school board agreed.

When I first opened my eyes in the emergency room, my dad was holding me, and he was wearing a jade necklace, one long enough for me to reach out and grab—I did so, though, my grip wasn't very strong. As such, my mother suggested I be named after the jewel, but my grandfather, who recently visited Banggai, suggested the name Gagak, meaning crow, and my parents liked that better.

I spoke for the first time at 4 weeks and four days, simply said the word "shiny," and grabbed at my great aunt's pearl earring. This further reinforced for my family that my name was meant to be.

It's rude to call an Indonesian person by their full first name, so most have nicknames, and, my first name being what it is, my nickname wasn't hard for Spencer the team to think up.

Unit chief of the BAU since Hotch and Jack went into Witness Protection

I can speak, write, and comprehend all 700+ languages used in Indonesia.

I can read 30,000 words per minute and write 15,000.

Autodidact with an eidetic memory.

I played Eric Draven in the 1994 action fantasy film, The Crow (I will go on to play the same role in the 2024 remake)

From ages 14-19, I was the lead singer and backup guitarist in a faceless V-Kei trio called Birds Dig Us under the stage name, Rook, and we were actually the number one boy band at the time 😭. We haven't released music since 2001, but we didn't break up either [Insider info: things are cooking].

My other bandmates were Miyavi (Dué le Quartz, Skin, The Last Rockstars) on guitar and backup vocals, stage name Tsubasa, and Kai (the GazettE) on drums, stage name Torrio, by the way.

Also, Birds Dig Us made all the songs for The Crow's soundtrack.

I have a southern accent because, after moving to the US and before joining the BAU, I lived in Texas.

Reid's autism and mine feed off of one another, if you couldn't tell…

Some other things I changed:

I scripted that Austin the Bartender, Beth Clemmons, Elle Greenaway, Jason Gideon, Jordan Todd, Kevin Lynch, Maeve Donovan, Maxine Brenner, Stephen Walker, and Tyler Green don't exist, as well as that Aaron Hotchner, Alex Blake, Derek Morgan, and Kate Callahan never leave the BAU (for good, at least).

After Scratch dies, Hotch comes back to the BAU, but I keep my new position as unit chief, and Hotch just becomes a regular member of the team.

Reid and I both get actual diagnoses 😓

It takes longer for the team to go through the motions of Rossi's past because it felt far too quickly done in canon for me. Rearranged a bunch of episodes in the timeline for this and other reasons.

Morgan has lessened trust issues.

JJ didn't emotionally cheat on Will, her fucking baby daddy, because what the fuck was that??

Also, Haley and Hotch were less toxic because WOAH and Strauss and Rossi aren't hunching.

To sum things up: As of now, the BAU consists of its legal expert and former Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner; Alex Blake, a linguist who assists with nuances in communication; David Rossi, one of the first BAU agents and a specialist in hostage negotiation; Derek Morgan, an ex-Chicago policeman with proficiency in obsessional crimes and explosives; Emily Prentiss, a master at child advocacy and counter-terrorism; Jennifer Jareau, the communications liaison and a standard profiler; John Blackwolf, a standard profiler; Kate Callahan, an experienced undercover agent; Luke Alvez, an adept fugitive tracker; Matt Simmons, a skilled profiler from the FBI International Response Team; Penelope Garcia, the technical analyst; Spencer Reid, an elite geographic profiler and chirography analyst; Tara Lewis, a forensic psychologist; and myself, the squad's current Unit Chief and sex crime expert.

PS: My voice claim is Corpse Husband because when given the choice to become my ideal self, why wouldn't I? Before anyone comes at me, I did use to have GERD! I didn't script myself having any disorders I don't or didn't have in this reality.

Taglist: @amiivrse @the-badass-penguin

Divider credits: @/i-mmaculatus and @/v6quE

[sea-of-dust]

Tokyo Revengers

Mikey, Banji, Chifuyu, Draken, Takemichi acting like collab counterparts

Rizz Lord reader x Mikey, Kazutora, Baji

Genshin Impact

You think i'm possessed- Scaramouche

Halloween Event 2023-Lyney,Venti,Hu tao

5wirl x Reader

Tamaki s/o x Wanderer, Xiao, Wriothesley

Flirting with lyney

Making chocolate for Lyney!

Honkai Star Rail

Relationship headcannons- Himeko, Juan Yuan, Seelie, Yang Jing

Unexpected Affection- Kafka, Blade, Stelle

Unexpected Affection evil twin-Aventurine,Acheron,Boothill

Soulmates can hear you from across the universe-Jing Yuan

Yandere Acheron

Bandori/BanG Dream

When RAS acts like the TR cast

You think im possessed?-LAYER

HHW Relationship Headcanons

Wakana Rei oneshot-Birthday

Hagumi and Hina-Cute things!

Clingy Reader x Hina and Kaoru

Wakana Rei Birthday 2024

Yu-Gi-Oh

Skye/Blue Angel x GN!Reader-meeting up for valintines day

Bracelet Girls with a Reader that dosent duel seriously

Aigami Gen headcannons

Guilty Gear Strive

So your not gonna give me any?-HC, Bridget, Gio, and Sin

Elphelt x GN! Reader

Bedman, Baiken, Asuka x injured gn! Reader

Twisted Wonderland

You think I'm possessed?-Azul

Identity V

Rock vocalist Reader x Alva, Frederick, Edgar, Demi

Persona 3/5

When you're on your period- Akira/Joker and Ryuji x Fem! Reader

Phantom Theif girls x Reader

Male Phantom Theives x Reader

Ann and Haru x Reader whos not as well known

Makoto Yuki x GN! Reader

Yukari giving chocolates to GN! Reader

Doll of ur soul!!-Joker,Akechi,Haru,Futaba

Dont usually write for/ only select few

Grusha and Rika x Vocalist! Reader

Male Reader x Ranpo, Atsushi, and Chuuya

Birthday hcs Sasuke x reader

You think im possessed- Teru

Tamaki like reader x Yuta, Maki and Inumaki

[sandwichfordinner]

Saw your requests where open so can I request Luca,Naib,Andrew,Norton,Demi,and Emma (separately) having a female s/o who is protective and loving towards Memory(the little girl) becoming a mother figure to the little girl

I don’t know if you meant romantically or platonically… I guess you meant romantically

had to remove norton cause it was too much characters for me

Luca , Naib , Andrew , Demi and Emma with a FEM!! s/o who acts like a mother figure towards Memory

Luca

His heart melts when he sees you taking care of the others.

Especially children.

He can only imagine , when you both get married and have your own kid you will be taking such a good care as you did with Memory. But who knows when will this happen.

He sometimes joins you from time to time to keep you and Memory company.

He even shows Memory how his machines work. (She tries to act like it’s interesting to her)

He has only 1 toy made from him and it’s a jumping little frog with a controller. She really liked it though , and when Luca showed her how it works she started jumping up and down excitedly and giggling , which made Luca chuckle.

And Luca gave it to her as a gift.

Naib

He’s not found with kids.

Not even a big fan of them.

But seeing you taking care of her makes him smile , but when you both make an eye contact he immediately looks the other way with a blank face.

,,Naib , darling? Is there something wrong?’’

,,It’s nothing.’’

,,Hm. Hey Memory let’s keep mister Naib some company?’’

,,But mister Naib is a little bit scary…’’ she pulled your pants/dress.

,,Don’t worry! At first he seems grumpy and scary but if you talk and play with him he will like you!’’

,,Hmmm okay!’’

As you went where he was sitting , you gave him a surprise kiss , but he didn’t flinch because he heard your steps.

,,Naib! Mind if we stay with you?’’ You smiled at him.

He sighed. ,,Sure , I don’t.’’

,,Mister Naib , want to play princess and prince with me?? Here I have my Orphy doll but pretend that he is the prince and I will have this doll with the dress!’’ She placed her doll on his hands.

,,Oh I umm.. what am I supposed to do?..’’

,,You have to say something romantically to the princess, if he doesn’t they won’t get married!’’

,,Oh geez, alright..’’

You chuckled, seeing them play dolls together was a cute sign.

Andrew

He loves you so much, such an angel taking care for a little child.

He really likes seeing you being the mother figure.

Such kindness showing to the little kid.

He can’t say anything about kids. He doesn’t like the loud , bratty and disrespectful kids. He likes the respectful , calm and kind kids (not romantically).

,,Hey Memory?’’

,,Yea?’’

You picked a flower and handed it to Memory.

,,Give this to Andrew, say it’s from me and you.’’ You smiled at her.

She nodded happily and took the flower from your hand.

She went up to Andrew who was sitting on a bench - tired from all this work.

,,For.. me?’’ He said embarrassed.

,,Mhm! It’s from me and Y/N , they also said that they really love you and you are doing an amazing job!’’

His breath hitched and looked at you flustered. You waved at him and giggled. He quickly looked away blushing furiously.

,,I uhm.. she really.. said that??’’

Memory nodded.

,,Yes! But now I have to go to take care of my doll , bye mister Andrew!’’ She hugged his leg and went off.

,,So?’’ ,,His face is red! I don’t really know why , maybe it’s because I said that you love him and he was doing such a great jo-‘’

,,Wait wait Memory? You said what??!’’ You said flustered.

,,Oh! So that’s why his face was red! Yours too now!’’

Suddenly someone spoke.

,,Hey uh Y/N?..’’

It was Andrew.

,,Do you.. Really meant it?’’ He said quietly, avoiding eye contact.

With a blushed face you started stuttering.

,,W-well! I uhm , yes! Yes I do!’’ You finally confessed.

You both stayed silent , both of your faces red.

Memory was looking the both of you confused but later she spoke.

,,Kiss already!’’ She said annoyed and went off.

Both of your eyes widened and your faces got more redder.

…

…

,,I uhm.. Do you like me back..?’’ You said nervously. Geez that was awkward.

He started tearing up, remembering what Memory said to him when she handed him the flower.

,,Oh please don’t c-cry! Im sorry , I’m so sorry-‘’

,,N-no it’s not that…’’

You stopped panicking and looked at him confused.

,,It’s just.. I.. I don’t really remember someone praising me for doing such a good job lately.. I think it has been years..’’

He started to hiccup.

,,I’m s-sorry’’

You looked at him sadly.

,,Aw Andrew , it’s not a big deal. You’re a really hardworking person.’’

He flinched when you hugged him tightly.

,,….’’he was blushing and didn’t know what to say or do.

,,Yipee! You both love each other!’’ Memory said happily.

,,Memory!’’

Demi

Thinks you’re a total sweetheart

Loves spending time with the both of you

Since Demi wears lipstick, Memory wanted to try some too

After non stop begging to put some lipstick, Demi finally gave up and said ,,Fine , get your little butt here and choose a colour.’’

She chose the same one Demi wears

,,Okay Memory , stay still..’’ Demi said focused

,,YN YN!! Look!! I look pretty right???’’

,,Yeah you do…’’

Makes lemonade for Memory.

Or any kind non alcoholic drinks.

Memory likes mostly apple juice.

She thinks it’s the best drink that lives in this planet.

Memory is her little assistant and helps her making drinks.

,,Memory dont drink that..’’

,,Memory thats enough, wait I said that’s enough!’’

It’s a mess..

Emma

Honestly the both of you will make great mothers.

Emma is really careful with what she is doing with kids.

Okay I lied not really.

It’s ‘not really’ because sometimes she does dumb things, and forgets Memory is here.

Like that one time she was showing her how to make fire.

Dumb isn’t it?

And Annie just gave Memory a new toy to play with and went to the fire on accident. She tripped near to the fire when Emma went for some water.

The moment she was back she saw Memory , sobbing in front of the fire place where the doll burned.

She won’t forget that moment.

But sometimes they have really cute moments.

Like planting!

The little girl isn’t a big fan of making herself dirty, but the most interesting part for her is when a bee appears for pollen , or when a butterfly appears. She likes some insects. But she hates the spiders and other creepy insects.

When she sees a spider she screams for dear help.

Comes to you crying telling you to kill it.

,,Y/NNN!! T-there’s a spider at miss Woods garden! Please kill it !! It’s eating the little bugs! I just made home for them *sobs*’’

When you both got out to see the spider you can see Emma using a stick moving it somewhere.

,,Why didn’t you kill it?!’’ Memory said terrified.

,,Well I let the spider live because it’s like us! They eat too, they can’t starve to death, so they eat little insects to keep going.’’

,,B-but the spider ate my citizens!!’’

,,Don’t worry sweet pie. There will appear new ones pretty soon! There are a lot of insects around here.’’

She patted her head.

,,O-okay..’’

The three of you went to search for more to make her happy.

[super-mikisenapi-blog]

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐱 𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐔 [𝐘/𝐧]

Demi and her Gyaru girlfriend 

[euryd-ce]

❁ HOW ENDEARING

PAIRING: Demi Bourbon x GN! Reader (+ platonic interactions with other characters)

CW: None(?)

NOTE: Demi may be closer to fanon depictions rather than lore

Disclaimer: Painting Nudes does not exist nor was it written by Edgar Valden.

You liked Demi, maybe had a little crush on her, and she probably knew. Something she liked to advantage of for her own amusement, much to your dismay.

Demi liked teasing you just to see how you'd react. She found it cute, and maybe a little funny, mostly because she didn't even have to try. In fact, standing near you was probably enough to make something happen. This day in particular, the barmaid seemed to step up her game.

It started when you two decided to have breakfast together with Kevin and Jose. No, there was anything wrong with the meal, but you couldn't help but notice Demi's eyes lingering around you for a little while. Maybe a little too long. Hell, she hasn't even touched her food. She's been staring at you the whole time.

You didn't know why she was looking at you this time. That's right, this time. It wasn't the first time this has happened. Maybe you had something on your face... You weren't a messy eater, but that didn't stop little crumbs of bread from sticking on your lips.

'Or maybe my peripheral vision is making me imagine things...' you thought before slowly looking up from your plate and toward Demi's direction... only to make eye contact with her.

"...oh-" you accidentally say out loud before quickly looking back down and covering your mouth. Now you were the one leaving your food untouched, not that there was any left to begin with.

You wondered if your two male companions noticed the tension, or if there was even tension to notice in the first place. On one hand it could be there, on the other you could have been overthinking. You wondered so much and for so long that you didn't notice it was just you and Kevin left on the table.

He gave you a look, the look someone would give when they wanted to say, 'you put too much thought about the entire situation again didn't you?'.

You sighed, and turned to look at the cowboy, "No, I didn't."

"Huh?" Kevin raised a brow, "You didn't what?"

"Ah-" you put your hand on your forehead, realizing your mistake. "Nevermind..."

He chuckled, "Well, alright then darlin'. I better get going."

"Oh," you stood and tidied yourself up. "Well in that case, so will I!" You said before walking away from the dining room in a rather robotic manner, and making your way to the library.

Where you somehow bumped into Demi... Literally.

"Hey~" she said, leaning against a book shelf - awaiting response that would never come.

Now you were looking at each other, making eye contact, the very last thing you wanted from anyone in general. You almost wanted to just jump through the window and run into the woods, but you didn't want the harsh winter cold to seep into one of your only comfort places in the manor nor did you feel like becoming the next meal of a pack of wolves.

You were starting to wonder why she was even in the library. As someone who has never ceased visiting the realm of books daily, this is the first time you've seen her. Maybe she was looking for a book, a cook book, perhaps. Or maybe she was looking for you, '...no, that's ridiculous.' You thought. You thought for so long that you didn't realize you've been staring at her for three minutes. Your eyes widened at that realization.

Suddenly, Demi started grinning. Grinning a little too much. If the white streaks on her hair had faces, those would probably be grinning too. At this point she was probably trying to hold out a laugh, but was doing a terrible job at concealing it.

"Ah-" you covered your mouth. You needed to think of an excuse, quick.

"Ummm.... My apologies, I just came here to get-" You cut yourself off, grabbed the nearest book and looked at the title, but it instinctively brought an unsavory look on your face, as if you ate bread soaked in water.

You cleared your throat, "...Painting Nudes... by- Edgar Valden?!?!"

She snorted, then started laughing. You could have sworn you saw a tear fall at some point, but you had to focus. Focus on running away, with the rather indecent book still in your hands. You quickly left the library, only to bump into someone once again, but this time it was the man. The myth. The legend. The one and only author of the book in your hands.

He looked startled at first, then terrified after seeing what you were holding. Out of instinct, he snatched it, muttering a, "so that's where it went..." before hiding the book behind him.

"We take this secret to the grave," he pleaded- no, he demanded.

"...sure," you turned around intending to return to your room, but the painter stopped you again.

"Also, the match today," he cleared his throat. "The little girl's gotten the colds, so she can't make it. The rest of us were either busy or tired, so we were wondering if you'd be willing to take her place?"

You thought about it for a bit - or pretended to, at least - before finally saying, "sure, I guess."

Perhaps this was your chance to get your well deserved break from the barmaid, you thought as you made your way to the lobby.

"It'd be nice if I could just decode for now..." You sleepily yawned and opened the doors, and suddenly you weren't sleepy. Seated by the small dining table were none other than your breakfast buddies: Kevin, Jose, and Demi. Demi. So much for avoiding her antics.

You looked at the trio, then looked back, then looked at the trio again. You knew you brought this upon yourself, and there was no escaping now. Only gods - and maybe Demi - could tell what would happen this time around.

"Are you..." José started, and slowly raised a brow. "Going to take a seat...?" He pointed toward the only chair left.

"Ah-" you flinched a little, realizing you trapped yourself in your thoughts again. "Right... A seat... Right next to Demi... Yes."

You sat down, next to Demi, just as you said. You started to wonder if she was behind all this. Perhaps all of this was carefully prepared. Like she knew someone wouldn't make it, that you'd be the last one to arrive, and that you'd have to sit next to her. But you also wondered if Demi would even go that far in the first place.

Suddenly you felt a hand on yours. Demi's hand, on yours. It was soft - very soft. You wanted to grasp it, but you were busy being embarrassed about the fact that you both were somewhat holding hands.

"How was it?" She asked.

"How was what?"

"The book?"

You paused, "what book?"

"Painting...Nudes...?" She questioned with a smile. "By Edgar Valden?!?!" She added, imitating the way you said it in the library.

"Ah-" Edgar was going to kill you. He knew you knew about the book, but didn't know about your little outburst in the library.

"It was... nice." You looked away from her, "maybe a little scrumptious..."

"Oh?" She started grinning.

"Just- nevermind..." You blushed and closed your eyes.

Suddenly she was rubbing your hand, sensually, "I should join you sometime, yeah? If you'd allow me, of course."

You gulped, "...you want to paint nudes with me?!"

She chuckled and brought your hand to her cheek, "What? No? I meant reading? We could read together someday, if you'd like?"

"Oh..."

The two men who were with you also let out laughs from hearing your conversation. You could have sworn you heard something heavy and metallic drop past the curtains where the hunter usually waited. Was the hunter laughing at you too?

Yes, the hunter was in fact laughing at you. Not out loud. You couldn't see it though, but you didn't need to know that. Grace liked listening to the idle chatter the survivors held before the match, and hearing you even bring up painting nudes brought her the feeling of second-hand embarrassment. She almost felt like comforting you after the match, for your loss. Loss of dignity that is.

Alas, after what seemed like eternity, the match started. You suddenly missed the feeling of Demi's hands on yours, more than you'd like to admit. But you quickly suppressed the feeling, and quickly made your way toward the machine inside of the hospital to begin decoding.

Surprisingly, you weren't chased. You were finally able to do your job as a decoder and, well, decode. Kevin had unfortunately been sent back to the manor, but he and José bought your team enough time to reach a primed cipher machine.

Now all you had to do was wait. Wait with Demi, who was staring at you. Again... You sighed and looked at her, mustering the courage to ask, "do you... want something?"

"Hm..." She brought her hand up to her chin, pondering. "Would it be too much to say... I wanted you?"

"Ah-" 'What a tease,' you thought, covering your mouth like you always did when you found yourself feeling a little embarrassed.

The familiar feeling of her hands on yours suddenly came back, as if she heard your longing from afar. As if you were thinking out loud. As if she could read your mind. As if... She already knew what you would say, but was aware you were too shy to let it out.

You were so deep in thought that you didn't realize the match had ended. That while you were wandering around the depths of your mind, Demi had popped the machine at José's command, carried you to the gate, and secured a draw for the team.

And here you were, back at the manor. With Demi trying to snap you out of your thoughts. "Hello? Earth to (name)? Ah! There you are. I was getting a little worried there..."

"Hm?" You blinked, and looked at your surroundings. Trying to safely land back into reality. The reality that was you being in Demi's embrace. You didn't know how long you were thinking, but you hoped it wasn't for too long.

Suddenly, you felt the woman plant a kiss on your cheek, and the warmth from her body leave you. She grinned and turned toward the manor, but gave you one last look and a wave "think about it, but maybe not too much, yeah?"

'Think about what?' you wondered, and suddenly remembered the cause of your ascension to your headspace. The memory only made heat arise to your cheeks. 'She confessed', you thought, covering your mouth again.

You felt a rather moist hand on your head. It was Grace, giving you headpats, you presumed. She gave you a thumbs up, and a comforting look. A look which for some reason told you, 'Don't let painting nudes haunt you forever. I'll be here if you need someone to talk to'.

The interpretation startled you, making you raise a brow at the thought of it. But you nodded and brushed it off as overthinking. Brushed it off until you heard the familiar voice of the painter angrily screaming your name.

"(NAME)! GET BACK HERE!"

Perhaps thinking about what Demi said could wait later.