Royale High Butlers x Reader (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Demetrius x Reader

I said no NSFW and I still stand by that.
Not that I'm mad or anything, just don't get any ideas-
@onearmcat
Idk if you even care about Royale high or the butlers now but I wanted to complete it anyway.
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Demetrius only ever cared about his work because he didn't really have anything else to do, to care about.

But when you were around that would change.

You were one of his old friends. You both also went to Royale High when you were teens. You met in your baking class. You seemed very skilled at cooking and baking. He admired your skills. Sometimes he still thought about your cooking.

"Demetrius! Try this little snack I made! I wanna know if anyone likes it."

He remembers gladly taking the snack and eating it. It was wonderful. He offered a snack to you as well.

"It's so good! Here. Try these things that I'm experimenting with. Cheesy Mac and Cheese Balls!"

He clearly remembers you enjoying them. They've gotten so much better since then. He wishes he could give you one again to impress you. He really, really liked you then. Unfortunately, you both went different ways after high school. He got his current job and he doesn't know what happened to you.

He snaps out of his thoughts and finishes cleaning the dishes from the ball. He walks out of the back door. Once he returns to his apartment, he immediately changes out of his work outfit and jumped into bed. 

For some reason, he couldn't shake the memories he had of you. Your pastries and other little snacks always tasted like a heavenly treat. He also remembers having every single class with you during your junior year. Such a bond both of you had.

Such a bond...

Such a bond...

Such... Such a...

He drifts to sleep with pleasant dreams awaiting him.

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Of course you had to work the weekend.

It was inconvenient for you but you needed to pay for the huge accident you caused in Divina Park. It was going to cost a huge amount of diamonds to fix. As for what you did... you didn't like talking about it.

Your boss was fond of you because of how well you baked and how much you impressed customers, so he gave you a raise anyway. It made the process a little faster.

After high-school, you slowly made your way up to being a proud and (locally) famous baker. You wouldn't and didn't really want to become really famous, you just wanted to make people happy and make a good amount of money.

Weekends were always slow. Not business wise, just time wise. You hated working on the weekends, obviously.

You walk into work early in the morning to get started on all of your popular pastries. Small cakes, pies, and some other smaller things were customer favorites. After their meal at the fancy restaurant you worked at, they just had to top it off with your work as a dessert.

As previously mentioned, Saturday went by very slow. Once you finally caught a break that night, about an hour before closing, you could hear cheering and other exclamations of excitement in the dining room. You peek outside the kitchen and there stood the beloved butlers of Royale High. You didn't know any of them well. One of them was Brandon... He was the youngest, right? There was Adam too. He had far too many jobs in your opinion. At the ball, the Pageant, and at some point some part-times? And how could you possibly forget Ashe, the 'hottest of them all' as many said. There were two more, you just didn't really know who they were.

Someone rushes from behind you. A waitress. You could see the excitement by how she speed-walked to their table. You lean back into the kitchen and against the wall and keep waiting until someone orders your pastries.

Perhaps 30 or 40 minutes later, you get an order. 5 desserts. You make the order. When you place the plates on a bigger plate for a food runner to get, you realize that all the runners and waitresses are busy. You'd have to run this yourself before you could continue with your orders. 

You walk out of the kitchen, trying to hide your sluggish behavior while you get to the table. Once you get to the table, you recognize four faces. Adam, Ashe, Brandon...

Wait... four?

You have to hold in a "DEMETRIUS?" while you serve them their food. 

"I hope you enjoy my pastries!" You say with a cheerful tone. Your sluggishness has been replaced by shock, so at least you don't have to hide a negative emotion. Somehow, it's easier to hide shock. 

When you walk away, you peek behind your shoulder to look at them again.

Demetrius is looking right at you in shock and you think he can see you looking at him.

You can't tell if that night went faster or slower due to your shock and unrepressing feelings.

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Your shift is finally over. You glance at your watch. 10:30pm. The moment you'd been waiting for. When you exit the building and walk down the sidewalk, you notice someone pacing in front of the apartment building. Despite it being dangerous to approach a stranger in the dark, you walk to them anyway.

"Hey, are... are you okay?"

The man looks at you and you recognize him immediately.

"Demetrius!"

"Y/N!"

You run to him and give him a tight hug.

"I missed you so, so much." You say.

"I missed you too."

"I couldn't believe it was actually you!" You say, face still buried in his chest. You then realize you're still hugging him.

"You really made it high up in the culinary world, huh? Your desserts have improved so much. they're even more heavenly than they used to be." He says, patting your head.

You scratch the back of your head and smile sheepishly. "Yeah."

You are both silent for a moment.

"Have your Mac & Cheese balls improved, or do you not make those anymore?"

"Of course I still make them! Would you like to come back to my apartment and have some? I have the ingredients there too."

"Yes! I'd love to try them again."

You both return to his apartment and talk about your current lives. Yes, his cheese balls had improved. This meet-up was just the beginning of a long, lovely relationship.