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

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.

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Embracing Sin

Fandom — Identity V

Pairing — Barmaid | Demi Bourbon/Reader

Content Warnings — body worship, face sitting, smothering (with fem genitals) oral (fem receiving)

Word Count — ~500

Author's note — based on a private request from months ago, warm up piece Also please send in opinions on my new banners since I threw them together myself

Demi really was a goddess.

Her curves were perfect to hold, her voice was angelic, and to have her fingers running through your hair as your lips and tongue ran up and down her slick folds was like heaven in your mind.

To see her sweaty, to see her pant and whimper your name with pleasure, to feel her legs tremble under the palms of your hands as she hovered over you, just enough to taste the sweetness that flowed from her, that flowed for you.

You could see every bead of sweat roll down her body, from her neck to her chest, feel as it slicked and stuck to her skin in the low light, making her almost glow like a holy being within the confines of such sin; on her knees, over your face, letting her be worshipped as she should be. She did everything to make others happy, and letting two fingers come away from her thigh and gently pinch her near neglected clit, you could hear the squeal that came from her as her head threw back, brown and silver hair bouncing with the movement.

She didn’t notice the fact that she had put her entire weight on your face, your eyes widening for a moment as you took time to register the fact all you could smell was her. She engulfed you, surrounded you, yet you didn’t panic nor push her off, instead, you kept eating her out with as much vigour as before. Having her surround you thrilled you, and knowing that she was all around you excited you.

Your hands braced themselves on her thighs again, fingernails digging into the plush flesh as you licked, kissed and suckled your lover’s fluttering cunt.

The moment her head had lolled down to look back at you once more, you could see the panic in those sweetly green eyes, feeling as she tried to pull herself off your face, but yet you didn’t care, keeping her braced against your lips as you allowed your tongue to push against that fluttering entrance, watching as her face went from concerned to blissed.

“Go-goodness…” Demi was barely able to breathe past her lips, “keep going.”

Her fingers tightened themselves in your hair, feeling those nails scratch at your scalp so deliciously as you allowed yourself to drink in every scrunch of her nose, every flutter of eyes, every pant that came from her lips with your name — you took them all to memory, saving them forever more as she finally bent over your head, feeling her thighs clamp down on your head as she finally reached that high you had been chasing.

Her hips gyrated against your face, your scalp hurt from how hard she gripped, but even as she shuddered and groaned as you prolonged her high, you couldn’t help but smile up at her as she shakily pulled herself off your face, knowing full well it glittered because of her.

“Your turn, darling.”

Hot as Sin pt. 3

;) As always, spice below the cut, and minors dni with this post. There is an extra note at the beginning of Demi's entry, as she is the first female character I've written full smut with.

Demi

Note: Part of the reason I've put off writing smut for the fem characters is that it's much harder to keep the reader gender neutral. That is, everyone has at least one hole...but not everyone has something to fill a hole with. But I've decided to go ahead anyway and simply use "cock/dick" for the reader, and just ask you to suspend your disbelief. If you don't have those parts, please just take those words to be a swap of "strap" which imo isn't a very sexy word anyway.... Thanks!

Warnings: alcohol consumption

You know she’s a little buzzed, but it hardly shows. Demi’s such a laid back and good-spirited lady that her current posture doesn’t seem all that odd; leaned back on top of you, rocking her hips up and down with a blissed-out look on her face. Maybe she was drunk off your cock moreso than the liquor. She opens one eye to look back at you, and a teasing little smirk crosses her painted lips.

“Paint a picture of me, sweetie, it’ll last longer,” she coos.

“I think I’ll just paint on you,” you tease back, grunting when she presses down and grinds against you as ‘punishment.’

“Come on,” she says. Her words come between cute little huffs of effort. “You might as well help me out while you enjoy the show. Touch me some more.” She massages one of her full breasts to make a point, rolling a nipple between her fingers and biting her plump lip. You’d almost rather make her beg, but you can tell she’s already close by how her legs quiver and her rhythm falters. And who could deny this beauty?

Your hands slide up her body, pressing into the plush of her stomach before finding her other breast and her clit respectively. She gives you a wonderful giggle-moan when your fingers circle both of the nubs, and promptly comes crashing down with a clenching, shivering bliss.

“Good girl,” you sigh at her when she relaxes again. She doesn’t stop your moving hands, so you keep rubbing her, massaging her while she leans over to the bedside table and scoops up her glass of wine. She downs the last mouthful, swallows half, and then captures your face in her dainty hands and gives you a wine-wet tongue kiss that just about boils your mind to numbness.

“I am a good girl,” she says when she pulls away, panting. “Now why don’t you be good too and do the work this time?” Her hands encircle your neck, and suddenly she throws herself backwards onto the mattress, dragging you with her. Though you would have thought it impossible, Demi looks even better like this: tipsy, sweaty, and well-fucked beneath you. Just not quite well-fucked enough, evidently, if her pulling her own legs up into a mating press was anything to go by.

“Sure,” you say, lacing your fingers over where hers rest against her thighs and pushing her further into the mattress. “I think I can do that.”

Antonio

Warnings: size difference, sappy shit, devil possession at the end

Ever the songbird, Antonio sighs sweetly into the rhythm of your hips.

“You feel so good, darling,” he whispers, grinning softer than normal down at you. “Sweet, supple thing you are.” Loving praise falls from his lips in that entrancing hum of his. His large hands caress your curves, running the length of your back, thighs, the swell of your ass. He’s considerably larger than you, like most of the hunters, but so unbearably gentle. He sinks a little further into his chair, melting from the heat of your body because you’ve managed to fit a little more of his cock inside you.

You’re weak, sweaty, and the work has only barely begun. The stretch his cock gives you is as exhausting as it is exhilarating and you can’t guess how much longer you’ll last. You brace one hand on his forearm and the other on his chest, fingers idly tracing the stitched seams there to distract you from the burning stimulation.

“You’re shaking, petal. Do you need some help?” Antonio asks reverently. You shake your head, desperate to do this yourself, to let him relax, but you only manage three quicker hops on his lap before you’re gasping for air. Antonio chuckles and slowly hugs you to his cold chest. “No need for such pride, my love, I can take over for a bit.”

When you finally relax into his shoulder, his hands grab your hips, soft but firm. He effortlessly moves you up, down, around in a tantalizing circle on his cock, then all over again to a steady rhythm. It’s a slow process; Antonio is in no rush at all, enjoying the harmonization of your hums and moans, the warmth and give of your overheated body against his hard, cold one. His lips dance all around your head, kissing you, whispering sweet nothings to you. You don’t know how long it takes for you to find the edge into pleasure’s abyss, but you’re hanging over it when Antonio suddenly lurches to a stop.

“My dear,” he warns, and lifts you entirely off of him. “I know this is a bad time, but I’m feeling myself slip.” Even in your fog, you know he’s not warning you about an impending orgasm.

“Do you want me to leave?” You ask. It doesn’t matter though, you think, because tendrils of his hair are already coiling around your waist, replacing his drooping hands. “I’m not afraid.”

“I’m glad to hear that…but I think you’re going to be a lot more haggard tomorrow than you bargained for,” he says, grin growing wide and stiff. You’d almost call it malicious, if you didn’t already know that lust was perfectly fine for the devil to feed on, instead of violence. Proving your point, Antonio’s living hair forces you down onto the full length of his cock and leaves you next to no time to adjust.

With your last spare moments before he wrecks you, you kiss his chin and whisper, “I guess we both like a good gamble.”

Orpheus

Warnings: “knife play” adjacence, forced positivity??? idk

The golden tip of Orpheus’s quill was sharp on the spank-tender flesh of your ass. Not quite sharp enough to break skin, mind you, but certainly enough to leave angry red lines under the ink he was putting down. His hips rutted slowly against you, keeping his thrusts shallow and unsatisfying.

“Voluptuous,” Orpheus drawls behind you. He writes the word out in slow, intentioned cursive. Then he returns the quill to its nearby inkwell for a moment, running his free hand tauntingly slow up your spine. “Now your turn. How else would you describe yourself? Try for something eloquent.”

Your face is pressed into one of his luxurious pillows, fingers clutching his sheets in a death grip. All your focus is put into not fucking yourself back on Orpheus’s cock—you can’t think of any words besides his name, let alone something ‘eloquent’. He huffs out a not-laugh in response to the drawn-out groan you give him.

“Come now—” god, you wished you could— “you can do better than that. Just two more rounds and I’ll wreck you like you want.” You know he’s good for his word, at least. There is a very real finish line at the end of this particular game.

“Huuuhhh,” you moan in thought. “C-cute.” Orpheus suddenly delivers a harsh slap to your ass, and you’re sure it’s smeared some of the sprawling ink. He sighs disapprovingly.

“You can do better than that, dear. It’s like you’re not even trying. Do you want me to fuck the daylights out of you or not?” He grinds himself further into you, but still refuses any other stimulation. “Try again. Be generous, describe yourself highly.”

You wrack your brain for what you’ve read of Orpheus’s work, straining for moments where he narrated a love interest or a lovers’ tryst, how he spoke of the people in those intimate moments. But everything is blurred by lust now and thinking of those scenes only makes you more desperate for him, for the powerful, alluring writer—

“Alluring!” you gasp into the pillow.

“That’s perfect,” Orpheus praises. That gentle hand on your spine slides up, up, and grabs the back of your neck in a vice. He pushes you down with sudden ferocity and fucks you hard 1-2-3-4-5 delicious times, and then relaxes again. You choke and whine from the rough preview as he picks up the quill and writes that word in the very middle of your back. “You’re almost there, I need one more.”

“Irresistable.” That one comes easy, now that you’re just describing him. Orpheus tosses the quill over his shoulder, and grabs your hips with a growl that sends electric shocks of arousal to all your most sensitive places.

“Yes. You. Are.”

Ganji

Warnings: just a bit of dirty talk

He didn’t entirely know what he was doing, and it showed. But damn was his flushed face cute.

Ganji had wanted to wait a bit to be intimate. Inexperience, insecurities, shyness and all that. But something about the last match had really gotten him wound up and he’d looked just about ready to get on his hands and knees when he asked you to come back to his room for some ‘alone time.’ You didn’t make him beg, but this was pretty good compensation anyway, getting to ride him to exhaustion while he moans like he’s in heat.

He clutches at you a bit, blunt nails biting into the meat of your thighs, but he makes no efforts to stop or slow you. He just takes it, takes it, takes it. He takes everything you give him and holds none of his enjoyment back. He’s desperate for you, and unsatisfiable.

“Take this off,” you say, flicking the fabric of his baggy shirt, not stopping. In the rush and excitement, neither of you took much clothing off before you made it to his bed. He does as you say, holding eye contact the entire time.

“I like that expression you have,” he says after pulling his shirt over his head with one arm. You could say the same to him, you think. His eyes are intense, mouth open slightly while he pants, lips wet. You move your hands from where they were braced on the headboard, to his now-exposed torso, and run your fingers all along his toned muscles. He hums approvingly and returns the favor by sliding his hands under your shirt to push it off. “Do you like it…? Do you like how I feel?”

He's playing coy, you know, digging for more praise. But fuck is it hot in his voice. You pause only long enough for him to take your top off. Once it’s gone, he leans hesitantly closer and licks your chest. Whatever you taste like, Ganji seems to like it. His mouth latches to your collarbone the next second, sucking and biting your skin while his hands grab your waist and help your tired legs keep bouncing on his cock.

“Be a little louder for me,” you sigh, “and I’ll tell you all about how much I like you.”

Ganji doesn’t hesitate to provide. He releases the hickey he was working on in favor of singing his praises, moaning and whining and whimpering without shame. Clearly, he doesn’t care about being heard by his neighbors or passersby. He shifts a bit beneath you, and you only realize he’s braced his legs when he starts thrusting up to meet you.

“You feel so good, baby,” you coo. His eyes lock to yours again, drinking up your expression and any sweet words that fall from your lips. “You’re so sexy…You feel so good inside me, I want you to fill me up. I wanna come on your cock, honey.” Ganji’s face twists with mounting pleasure as you talk to him. He moans for you to stop, to give him a moment, but you don’t and suddenly he’s sucking air through his bared teeth and seizing up beneath you. He scrambles to make you finish with him, fumbling, stroking with one hand and bracing you for his upward thrusts with the other. And his desperation is so hot that it works. “That’s it, that’s it!”

You’re still coming down from the high when Ganji flips you both over, placing himself on top of you on his bed. His lips find your cheek, sweet and soft.

“Can you take a little more?”

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"

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?

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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???

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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.

Where the hunter is forced to dance

Based off IDV

Requested by anon

Miss Nightangle was told to arrange a ball/party by the owner of the mansion. It was a bit surprising since no one ever heard from whoever he is, but, nonetheless, the party was scheduled, prepared, and started all within a few days. Secretly, you thought something was fishy with how fast she prepared the party.

Yet, everyone dressed up and arrived to the designated venue. I mean, you all knew better than to go against the owner's words. But... it was really awkward. None of the hunters or the survivors wished to mingle with the other group, and the tension was so thick that one could hardly breathe.

You had done your best cleaning up the survivor's youngest member or your sister: Memory. She looked beautiful in her pale green dress, and her hair was pulled up into a basket with strands of curled hair framing her face.

You, on the other hand, had decided to wear your recently received costume. You wore a sleeveless chiton which reached your feet. It seemed like it was a two piece because the top which flowed freely was an off white color, but the dress, a light blue, was fastened by a cord around the waist. Your hair was pulled into a braid that hung down your back, while atop your head a circlet nestled.

You and Demi had a pair costume, and the two of you decided to match for the party.

Demi wore a gentle-pink one-piece chiton. Her sleeves were slit open and cuffed around her wrist in gold bands. The skirt was cut asymmetrically slightly above the knee line. Her curled hair bounced around her face as she jovially chattered with the other survivors.

You grabbed a glass of champagne and sipped the alcohol. Your eyes drifted over to the hunters who stood far away from your group. Your eyes fell on a peculiar hunter who had isolated himself completely. You had never seen him before in a match, so you walked over to Martha, tugging the sleeve of her dress.

"Who's that?" You whispered nodding at the hunter. Martha squinted, before frowning.

"I don't know," she answered before slowly smirking. "Why don't you find out?"

"What? I c-can't walk up to him!" You balked cheeks on fire.

"Why not?"

"He's a guy! I don't know how to talk to men!" You waved your free hand. Martha rolled her eyes.

"Demi!" At the call of her name, the barmaid stumbled over alcohol on her breath. "We need to get [Name] to talk to our new hunter."

Demi nodded and grabbed your hand, dragging her to the hunters. Martha trailed behind just in case the girl in the pink chiton collapsed. You tried to wrench your hand out of your friend's grip, but she was really strong. You shot a glance at Memory.

"We're family, right Memory?" You nervously laughed. Memory smiled and waved at you. Traitor.

All eyes were on you as you were pushed forward to the flame-haired hunter who sat behind the table fingers steeple together. As soon as he saw you approaching, his eyes widened, and he clutched his hand to his chest. It was then you realized that your and Demi's outfits matched his. He wore a loose dark grey tunic under a black toga.

Suddenly, you tripped on your chiton and grabbed the table, trying to stable yourself.

"Nice, first impression of a surv." It was so quiet you almost didn't hear it. You looked up and locked eyes with his golden ones.

"We match!" Yes. Great first words to a guy you found attractive and interesting. "Oh! Sorry, I'm [Name]." You stuck out your hand to shake. Behind you, you heard Philip snickered.

"Why does everyone think I want to shake hands with normies like them?" The deathly pale hunter sighed, rolling his eyes.

You, however, weren't giving up. When music began to play, you with whatever remaining confidence grabbed his hand and dragged him out to dance. He was clearly as shocked as you, and even his hair turned pink. It was awkward seemingly as neither of you could dance, but it was the bridge for the others.

Out of the corner your eye, you saw Demi grab the closest dude next to her, who happened to be Joseph, and stumble out onto the floor. Joseph's nose twitched in a bit of disgust as the girl messed up and bumped into him. He looked pleadingly at his friends who just waved and laughed.

You turned your attention back to the hunter in front of you.

"Say, you haven't told me your name," you demanded, and the blue-haired guy jumped back.

"Idia."

You thought for a moment before giving him a wide grin, "I love it."

You froze when he fainted.

hiiii could i have an idv match up please :3

i’m an extrovert but i find myself to be very shy & awkward in unfamiliar situations.

i love to hear about other people’s lives, & find out things like what makes them tick, their motivations, & their interests. if i know most of the people around me, i have no issue with just waltzing up to people & starting a conversation with them. my pronouns are he/they & i’m greyromantic & pansexual!! my mbti is entp-t 4w3.

when i’m excited or talking about something that interests me, i tend to be a bit of a chatterbox, but if i’m speaking to someone who tends to be quiet i’ll try to be quieter. i really like people who listen to me & remember things for me due to my poor memory 😞 i also tend to prefer people who are passionate about their work. my interests are a bit all over the place but all seem to be connected to the arts with the only exception being history. currently i am very into classical composers & fashion!! i have no pref between survs or hunters so either is good 💪 that’s all, thank you!!

𝙸 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑..

🍾 𝙳𝙴𝙼𝙸 𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚁𝙱𝙾𝙽 🍾

Demi is absolutely passionate about her work. She literally runs a whole bar by herself. I'd argue she's one of the most passionate.

In the sense that her passion came from a pure place. The love of her older brother. Can't say the same many for the rest of the others-

not to mention she's a natural social butterfly because of that. You two would interact so easily and so you two could bounce off each other very easily!!

And honestly? I feel like if someone put you two in a room. No one would be able to stop the chatter. Help.

And don't worry. This girl has memorized everyone's regular drinks so she'll remember anything you tell her!

She may not be as interested in arts as you, but God damn she's absolutely enamored by your talent. And if you doodle her a good luck drawing on a little napkin, god-. She'd hold that so dear to her heart.

I also feel like she could handle you when you're at your more shy. Since she's pretty adaptable to most environments she could help you out.

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

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈 𝐱 𝐆𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐔 [𝐘/𝐧]

Demi and her Gyaru girlfriend 

Could I get some hand holding headcanons for Demi and/or Eli :0 they’re my comfort characters and I’d really appreciate it 🥺

demi and eli hand holding hcs (gn reader)

absolutely shawty. sorry I'm going out of order for my asks, I'm trying to do the ones I have the most I guess inspiration for first.

demi

this woman is literally the queen of physical affection, which absolutely includes hand holding

she loves holding your hand, and she will do it as much as she can. sometimes she even does it subconsciously

like you guys could just be at dinner and you'll feel her grab your free hand and rest it on the table or across your laps, interlocking your fingers.

if you're shy about it, that's ok too! she's chill with dialing it back and only doing it in private. but if you let her, she would probably even run with you while holding your hand in matches.

if she's feeling frisky, she'll place a gentle kiss on the top of your palm and leave a nice dark lipstick stain on your skin. (goodluck getting it off)

when you hold her hand, she will gently stroke her thumb across the top of yours.

if you're nervous, she'll grab your hand and do the same thing to, but she always locks your fingers together so you feel tethered to her and she can keep you with her.

she likes sharing these types of things because it's the intimacy of being close to you without being on top of you and in your personal space

if you subconsciously stroke your thumb over her hand or whatnot, she will melt

also she loves comparing your hand sizes!!

if your hands are larger than hers, she thinks it's super cool and loves how your hand basically covers hers

if yours are the same size, she measures your fingers then sneakily locks them together and pulls you to her and she tells you how cute your hands are

if they're smaller, expect her to coo about how cute and small your hands are, and if you get embarrassed easily I am sorry

demi also probably got you matching rings to wear on the hands that you hold together. she absolutely adores you and everything about you, and she loves being close in every way with you :)

eli

this man is a little shy, so you'll have to give him some time. he's also nervous to hold hands because the last person he was close to like this didn't end up treating him so well.

once he feels comfortable though, he absolutely loves holding your hand!

he thinks it's super romantic and gentle when you walk with him and grasp his hand in yours.

he can be shy about pda, so holding hands is really nice for him because he sees it as sweet and innocent, yet it is a perfect way to be close with you

when he gets the courage (and you two are alone) he kisses your hand and calls you his prince/princess/darling etc. he is a gentleman after all

if he is wearing a costume with some type of claws, he takes them off because he would never want to hurt you. even if it's just a little scratch.

if you're shy to hold hands with him, he will be super understanding and patient with you, and give you all the time you need.

when you do hold hands with him though, he really values it and sees it as you trusting him and being close to him.

he secretly loves it when you take his hand and take the lead too. if you gently pull him by his hand to go somewhere, he will go anywhere with you. makes him feel special.

likes to hold your hand during matches. especially stressful ones if you guys end up decoding together.

if the exit gate is opening really slowly, he will definitely grasp your free hand tightly and pray that it opens faster, ready to take a hit for you if the hunter were to teleport.

if you can, he likes holding your hand while running out of the gate or to another cipher. makes him feel like he is in some type of teen romance novel running through flower fields with his lover.

eli absolutely adores you and really likes any intimacy with you, and holding your hand is one of his favorites!!

A Wilted Rose (Prologue)

Warnings: Mentions of a military background Link to the next chapter

Story type: Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairings/Characters: Various golden rose theatre characters x Gender neutral reader

(Welp folks here you go more in-essence universe stuff, Banner art from idv's official twitter)

Cheers roared in response as the actors onstage took their bows, the red curtains closing Infront of them as the audience vanished from their view. You sighed in relief as the forced stage smile vanished from your face, slightly slouching your back to relax the tensed up muscles. As soon as the curtains fully fell people were already moving around, getting the stage ready for the next show, moving props, and making sure the actors get places. The golden rose theatre, a theatre known by many as the theatre responsible for the once famous performance of the coin of Lachesis, a stage of beauty, glitz, glamour. Well, at least that's what the public believes. Behind all the beautiful music and acting was just a manifestation of greed and lies. Only those who are in too deep in this theatre would know the truth of it, almost every actor was at odds with one another and tension ran rampant. Even the leading actors such as Ronald and Lady Bella couldn't go a day without getting into a fight. You moved around backstage as you went towards the dressing rooms and suites. Thankfully, you were an influential enough member of the theatre to have a suite all to yourself. Though you weren't one of the leading actors and instead were a supporting one similar to another support actress named Kroto, your history with this theatre and your work earned you the spot. Using the key you have on you, you unlocked your suite and stepped inside. Closing and locking the door behind you as you took a deep breath, relieved you were finally alone and in your own quarters. Your eyes looked around the room and soon made eye contact with the clock on the wall. The time reading 10:30 PM, with the last show being prepared it's almost time to clock out. Remembering you were still in the same outfit you've been in for hours during performances you shook your head to regain focus and grabbed some clean clothes from the drawers in the night-tables next to the bed in the suite. You still had a few hours before the theatre closed so you could use all the time to take a shower and set up everything for when you clock in tomorrow. Unless you told everyone in advance, you weren't allowed to stay the night in your suites for safety reasons. However, as long 3 or more other people stay the nights with you in their own suites, it is allowed. Normally the suites would just be places where you could take a quick shower or quickly change clothes in privacy but in the situation where needed they could act like hotel rooms with all the essentials other then food. You finished your shower and changed into some more casual clothes. Not having much to do you grabbed a book and sat down at the desk in your suite, being careful to not knock the ink and quill over. You wouldn't want the letter you were writing before curtain call happened to be ruined. You soon heard a knock on your suites door, though reluctant to get up you groaned in slight frustration and got up too open the door anyway.

You opened and unlocked the door to see one of the theatres many maids. This one however, you have a close connection with. Her familiar outfit with a polka-dotted apron made you instantly recognize her. Phonograph, is what she went by. Most people in this theatre have a sort of codename, however you know her by Demi Bourbon. "Hey Y/n. Got some stuff for you. I would also like to chit chat a bit." Though slightly surprised at her presence as Phonograph can't normally visit or deliver stuff for you due to constantly being busy with her other duties you smiled and stepped out of the way of the door, pleased to have her visit you. "Thanks Demi, what did you get?" Demi walked into the room, setting the bags she was carrying down on the bed and starting to take the items out. "Just some general stuff like shampoo, soap, and other essentials. Scrooge wanted me too restock everything for all the performers because Kroto somehow already ran out of a lot of things." Demi walked back and fourth in your room, placing most things in your bathrooms storage closet. You sat back down on the chair and continued reading while she ran around and did her duties, also making sure the bed was set and all dirty clothes were picked up from the suites. Phonograph stepped outside the room for a second to pull in a basket of dirty laundry in and added your used clothes to the pile. She soon set the basket to the side of the room and sat down on your bed, waiting for you to come over. Setting the book down you strolled over and sat beside her, starting the conversation. "So, what was it you wanted to talk about?" Demi had a look of reluctance on her face before she started speaking but opened her mouth anyway. "I think Scrooge is planning to fire Lady Bella and make you take her spot as one of the leading actors... I don't know why but i'm assuming it's due to Bellas lack of attention during performances and her trying to avoid her fans." You were completely shocked at her words, struggling to come up with a response all you could reply with was a quiet confused "What?.." You? The leading role? Replacing Lady Bella?! Hell no! Not in this theatre, you'd die to pressure before even getting the role. Demi nodded and continue talking, "From what I know, Scrooge and a lot of the others have been disappointed with Bellas performances recently and are blaming her bad performances on the strange letters from a unknown sender she's been getting recently. All i heard in the conversation was something about 'removing' Bella. But i know to hell it's not just the letters! They've been pressuring her to be more like Lachesis all this time and haven't been letting up on it! They just keep mentioning Lachesis over and over whenever they talk to her about her bad performances recently and it's getting on my nerves!" You stared at your friend worriedly and put your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it, attempting to help calm her down. "Calm down Demi it'll be alright. They're just still stuck in their idolization of Lachesis. After tonights act and tomorrows we don't have anymore shows for a month, though I'm not extremely close to Bella we're still somewhat friends. I can make sure she's getting the break she needs."

Demi sighs then nods, "If Scrooge does end up firing Bella and making you take her place... will you be okay?" She asked you, worried. Not wanting you to have to go through any mental anguish. As much as you wanted to say yes to her you truly didn't know. You know it wouldn't go well, it would be very mentally painful, but will you be okay if you take Lady Bellas place? "I.. will be okay. I promise." You responded to Demi, smiling the best you can. Though Demi knows the smile is forced she nods and gives you a sad frown. "Well, I have to get going. I just know Kroto is gonna be pissy that i didn't deliver her stuff first. See ya!" Demi stood up and walked across the room, grabbing the laundry basket once again and walked out of your suite. The ticking of a grandfather clock you previously were ignoring caught your attention as you looked at the time it read, 11:28 PM. You eyes widened as you realized if you didn't get out of the building by 12:00 PM there was a very high chance you were gonna be locked in. You quickly got up from your bed and did a quick checkover to make sure you didn't leave anything important behind, once you finished you headed out the door quickly locking it behind you. You rushed too the lobby, legs slightly hurting from running down the theatres many stairs and another familiar figure soon came into your sights.

Standing at the theatres entrance was one of the security guards known as jingle bells. However, he was Victor Grantz to you. The security guard who helped you get to know your surroundings and help you feel safe when you had first gotten a job at the theatre. The security guard was anti-social and selectively mute so until you learned ASL you and him always interacted through writing things in a notebook and passing it back and fourth. That could be inefficient at times though so you're glad he taught you ASL. You continued walking down the stairs of the lobby, clearing your throat to let your presence be known to Victor. Victor looked up and waved at you, motioning for you to come closer. You came over to his side and handed you two letters. You were confused but grabbed the letters anyway and looked back up at him for a explanation. The security guard quickly signed to you that "Commander was given these letters addressed to you and was told to give them too you, we're not really sure what it is. If it's a threat remember to report it to the police and inform me and the rest of the theatre." You nodded in response to this and signed a quick "Thank you." To the man and put a mental note in your head to thank Commander, the logistics officer later. You said your goodbyes to the security guard and walked out the door. As you walked towards your home which thankfully wasn't too far from the theatre you examined the letters. One was very neatly put together with a fancy wax seal, while the other seemed a bit more sloppy and quickly put together. Thunder roared in the sky as you picked up the pace in walking, your shoes clicking against the cobblestone path of the city.

Rain poured outside as you sat at the dinning room table. Reading the contents of the letters one by one. Strangely enough, both of the letters were from old friends you knew. One letter was from a man named Desire Melodis, the other from a man named Naib Subedar. Both were your teammates and friends from back when you were enlisted in the military. Desire was inviting you to watch the show of Atropos' ropes, the exact show the golden rose theatre was putting on tomorrow. Though being apart of the theatre it didn't get you free tickets and you were never casted as a support for this specific show. He had apparently rented out the second floor of the theatres stage viewing section. Though you were confused at the sudden invitation, you didn't want to turn down the chance of meeting him again. Naib's letter on the other hand was simply a check in letter, updating you about life, and saying hello. Naib had joined a detective agency and told him about the strange commission he received and how he planned to head to the golden rose theatre tomorrow at the clients request. It weirdly had something to do with Lady Bella. Though you were slightly confused at this you assumed as long as it's nothing dangerous and was a harmless look into things of the theatre via the clients request it would be fine. But strangely, you have a very bad feeling about this.

Hello! I don't know if you write this kind of stuff, but is it okay to request some Demi Bourbon crushing/pining hcs?

Demi Bourbon pinning headcanons

given that you didn’t specify who’s pinning after who, let’s write for Demi :)

Demi is one usually confident gal when it comes to being a romantic person, as usually she flirts as a joke to those that she considers friends or allies, had had even the occasional sexual fling here and there given that she was the type to think she wouldn’t find someone she likes, however, when she is down bad, you know she is down bad — badder than a horse and carriage riding down a hill at full speed ahead sort of bad.

Now, to fluster Demi Bourbon was a feat in herself, as her face barely cracks even a drunken blush when she has finally drunken herself under the table, but to watch her stumble over her words as she trips over her tongue, it’s a sight to behold.

A woman with her heart on her sleeve just for you, she’ll do anything to spend as much time with you as she can — folding laundry (even if it looks sloppy), cleaning up around the manor with you, even having you sample drinks (both alcoholic and non alcoholic) in flavours that you enjoy, and maybe even some you’re interested to try.

Flirt, flirt, flirt, even if Demi may trip over her words sometimes when talking to you, she wants to make you as flustered as her, as red as her, as giddy as her — she wants to show you exactly how she’s feeling.

I have a feeling that she’s a tall woman, so lots of underarm hugs, the type where the nape of your neck is underneath her arm pit and she has her hand rubbing your arm because she wants to have as much skin to skin as possible.

LOTS of picking you up from the floor and spinning you around — she likes to hear you laugh.

José and Kevin do want to tease her for how she acts around you, but for now, let her have this moment.

hello!! can i request demi teaching her S/O how to bartend? thanks and have a great day ^^

you too nonnie! take care <3

demi bourbon x [gn] s/o - teaching s/o to bartend

cw: many mentions of alcohol and drinking in general

i feel like regardless if you ask demi for lessons or not you're going to end up learning at least a little bit about bartending. if you don't ask, or before you finally give in, demi is Constantly looking over your shoulder every time you make any sort of drink. lowkey nags, but she's just very particular about the things she has experience with. she thinks she's being helpful, but if it annoys you, say something and demi'll knock that shit right off.

during the teaching, demi will def try and keep lessons focused around your interests! this is just me but i know she makes fuckin bomb daquiris and passes that skill onto you. she also tries to get you to give mary a bloody mary. its been three hours and she's still complaining about the perfectly good drink that got smashed on the ground.

by the time you finish, you've both got at least a buzz. all in all, demi is super touched by the fact that you're interested in something that she is. i feel like all the attention she's gotten in the past has been about her body, and having someone actually sit down and be genuine with her is super important. quality time is one of her love languages, and you want to hear about her interests? now darlin', she'll be damned if she ever lets you go.

Demi Bourbon Romantic Headcannons

TW: mentions of alcohol

•VERY confident and very bold.

•She’s a fan of PDA and isnt afraid of giving you a big ol’ smooch in public.

•She loves romantic touches, be it passionate kisses, hugs, or even high-fives she is all for it.

•Her favorite date idea is to bar hop, she loves it.

•watch out if she gets too tipsy at the bar, hold her back because she will try and make that cocktail 10x better.

•not a fan of wine, drinking wine to her reminds her too much of her brother’s Dovlin wine.

•That being said, make sure to tell her when you’re going out, when you’ll be back, and who you’re going out with.

•She doesn’t seem the type to care but she’s worried you’ll disappear just like her brother

•So if you’re gonna be away from a long time, doesn’t matter if you’re across the globe or visiting your parents, you HAVE to call her daily so she knows you’re still there.

•Her favorite kiss to give you is on the lips and forehead.

•She is MORE THAN HAPPY to make you an alcoholic drink if you need a pick me up.

•If you are underage though, that is ok!

•She would use food dye to color your favorite drinks to make it look like alcohol, so that way you don’t feel left out when she drinks. =]

•If you don’t like alcohol then she’ll try her best not to drink around you, but it comes with the territory.

•Doesn’t matter how much you ask, she will not make you a drink if you’re sad.

•if you’re having one super awful bad day then yes she’ll make you something, but never over and over again. She doesn’t want to lose you to addiction.

•She is all for drinks and party but not for being an alcoholic.

•She is always prepared if you’re about to get drunk/puke.

•Just has super fun and comforting vibes.

•All in all demi is a super fun lover and super good to be around. (´∀｀)