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fishermanshook · 8 months

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a new usual (yan!barmaid x reader)

content warnings: implied forced relationship, drug usage, shitty writing /hj, second person POV most of the time I think LMAO, also there are some spelling errors probably

INTRO

It was an utter surprise to the residents of the Oletus Manor when they uncovered a secret tavern inside the estate. Surely with the amount of time they’ve been trapped in the place they would have found it by now, right? If it weren’t for their newest citizen, Lilly B, the bar would have stayed hidden, covered in cobwebs and dust. But maybe, just maybe, that would have been a good thing. Because now you’ve got a certain Barmaid who can’t stop dragging you away to the place.

No one was more ecstatic about the hidden bar than Demi Bourbon, the manor's one and only Barmaid.

And why would she not be? It had felt like ages since she had been in her brother's tavern, that she soon had to take care of. So by the end of the week, the bar was in tip top shape. With its polished bar and an extravagant amount of expensive wine (which the Barmaid doesn’t even know where it came from herself.). The bar really looked like one you would find back in regular civilization. Which is where one of her favorite people came from, you!

Demi had a regular curiosity to anyone new in the manor, but it would usually leave after learning more about the person. But for some reason, you never left her mind, even when you’d been here for more than 3 months now.

Demi dismissed these thoughts, thinking that you and her had just been closer friends now. After all, she was the first person you came in contact with after your first game. Which, despite winning, was still stuck here.

Demi soon came to the realization that this, these feelings, were nowhere close to how she felt about anyone else. These feelings grew stronger with every touch, every glance, every word you two had spoken to each other.

But these feelings grew outside of the lines that separated love and like. No, they hurdled over the one that had deemed these feelings were borderline obsession.

Demi felt as if she needed to have you, or else her heart would explode into tiny little pieces before being blown away in the wind. So, Demi did what she had to do.

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The barstools had been whipped down and put away, and the expensive wine had been corked and locked up behind a glass barrier. The only person left in the room was Demi herself; and you too of course. She couldn’t let you leave her sight, not with such dangerous beings out and about!

But they wouldn’t be, for them as well as the other Survivors have fallen fast asleep, exhausted from their matches. They slept peacefully in their spectate dorm rooms, not daring to look for you. As everyone knew where you were and more importantly, knew who you were with.

The Barmaid was busy wiping the inside of a wine glass with a dish rag that has most definitely seen better days. She’s humming an unfamiliar tune as she sways her hips, that’s surely going to be a tune you won’t forget.

You rest your head in your arms as you look around at the empty tavern. The bar used to be full to the brim, a new place to explore and become familiar with, a place to party and forget about the scars that still sting and itch from the day's matches. But the room has become empty (at least when the Barmaid isn’t in it, which you don’t know because you're always around her. And most certainly not by choice.).

You’ve tried to help her, by taking a broom and starting to sweep, but Demi always complains.

“Oh darling! Please, you'll hurt yourself! Don’t you see the (nonexistent) wooden splinters in this broom? Just go back by the bar and sit pretty for me doll face.”

You’ve tried to wipe down the counter, the pairing protected by their own glass barrier, varnish the bar, but you’d usually get responses similar to this.

So as you stare off into space, you’ve yet to realize the bottles and other ingredients the Barmaid has pulled from different drawers in the room, how she keeps locking and unlocking the wine cabinet, and how she hasn’t stopped turning around and looking at you.

You're about to doze off into a well needed slumber, but Demi slams down a wine cup. It’s filled with ice cubes and the liquid looks like a grapey purple.

“Drink up hun.” Demi says, but not before going back and opening up another drawer and producing a matching purple umbrella and plopping it into your drink.

You’ve done this before, this isn’t something out of the ordinary. But this drink pulls you in. It’s different, it’s brand new, and acts like a breath of fresh air from this stale empty manor.

You know you should be careful, but you’ve got a strong desire to take a sip. You can’t help yourself but reach for the glass and put it to your lips.

The drink is cold, and like its color, tastes grapey and sweet. It’s delicious and something you drink up in mere seconds. All while Demi looks at you with her head in her hands. She’s wearing a small smile, like she’s looking at a child playing with their toys.

When you finish your sip, you can’t ignore the warm bubbly feeling in your stomach that dares to increase with every breath you take. All of a sudden, the room looks like it’s getting darker. Like a play was about to finish its final act. Before everything goes black, you watch as the Barmaid swiftly makes her way behind you and catches your falling body in her arms.

“Sleep well, princess.” She says as she places a chaste kiss on your lips.

And with that, the act was finished.

— End

note: hey guys! i'm here with my first piece and i really hope you guys like it <3 it’s total ass and I hate it just as much as the next guy but I needed to get something out there so 😭

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