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🥭Your Beauty Never Ever Scared Me : Demoman x Faun Reader🥭

[Content Rating: Citrus]
[Extras: Mythical Creature]
[POV: 2nd]
[Warnings: None]
[Length: ]
[Y/N Gender: ♀️ (Female)]

(Authour's Note: So, if you don't know what a faun is, I would recommend looking it up. They're really cool mythical creatures, a lot like satyrs.)

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The sound of drunken laughter echoed throughout the base. As normal, the mercs, besides you, had taken to drinking after a glorious victory today. Everyone was slightly tipsy, except for Demo who was absolutely smashed as is typical for the Scottish man.

"ACH, LASSIECOMEJOINUS!"

His words were extremely slurred, but you could still understand them.

"No thanks, Demo."

You kept your voice soft and calm. Engineer, knowing that Demo would be insanely drunk, asked you to be Demo's drunk nanny, which means you would be tasked with watching over the intoxicated man and keeping him out of trouble while he sobered up.

"AWWWW, WHY?"

"Because I have duties to fulfill."

The laughter and slightly suggestive comments coming from the mercs started to die down as they all filtered out of the room, leaving to their rooms.

They had all left, except for you and Demo. Demo was passed out drunk at the table, snoring softly. You walked over and wrapped your arm around his shoulder, holding him up.

"C'mon, Demo. Time for bed."

His voice was softer now.

"Ach, why, lassie?"

"Because sleep is important, especially for drunken Scottish men."

You both trudged to his room, him stumbling occasionally due to his drunkenness.

Reaching his room, you opened the door and stepped in, laying him down in his bed. You were about to leave when you felt a large soft, but calloused, hand grab your arm.

"Stay with me, lassie. Please."

His words were still slurred, but less so, and they were soft with a deep sentimental meaning. You stood there, flustered and conflicted while he laid there, a strange sorrow on his face while you contemplated cuddling with a drunkard.

Your sentimentality won as you nodded and said in a soft voice, "Of course."

He lifted the covers for you as you slid in the bed, placing your hips under his back. His head rested on your chest as his eyelids started to flutter shut.

"Oh, I love ya, ya wee lassie."

You played with his hair as he drifted off to sleep, kissing his head softly.

"Goodnight, Demo."

You felt a tugging at your neck for a split second, then it just went away. You brushed it off as you fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up, feeling that something wasn't right. Sure, you had fallen asleep with a Scottish drunkard in your arms, but that didn't seem to be the case. You reached up to your chest, lightly brushing Demo's head with your fingers as you realized something was missing. Something important. Fuck.

The amulet.

The amulet was gifted to you by a certain magician after he learned of your predicament. You wouldn't admit this to any of the mercs, especially Soldier, but you and him were best friends.

You couldn't go out looking like this. You had to find the amulet. You swiveled your head around in a panic, frantically scanning the room for the small necklace. Then you spotted it.

In the hands of the Scottish man, a small necklace with a green stone was draped through his fingers. Oh. It clicked in your head now. During his drunken state last night, his fingers had somehow found the stone, grabbing it subconsciously and pulling it towards him, causing the chain to snap.

You pulled off the covers in a rush, and saw exactly what you thought you would and dreaded to see. Under your (shorts/skirt), the skin had turned to a brown-red fur with white spots on the sides. Small hooves stuck out at the bottom of your folded legs, almost as a reminder of what a freak you are. You brought your hands up to the sides of your face, feeling two soft ears where your normal ears would be. Dammit. There was nothing you could do now.

You had joined Mann Co as an attempt to find a decent job in human society. You kept your identity anonymous, largely surprised when Saxton accepted you onto the team. After that, though, you got to panicking. What would happen now? You had to conceal your freakish features, and fast. You had trudged down the street, ignoring the screams of little children and adults alike as you passed by, that is, until you bumped into Merasmus. He had noticed the grim look on your face and your unhuman features. Somehow this magician had compassion and gave you an amulet to wear. When you wore it, your legs and ears would be human, but when you removed it, the facade would melt away.

You felt Demo stirring on top of you, mumbling to himself as his eyelids fluttered open. You whispered obscenities to yourself as you covered your face with the nearest pillow.

"What the- Lassie?"

His voice sounded confused as he looked up at you with the pillow over your face. He grabbed the top of the pillow gingerly, gently pulling it down, revealing your flustered expression and the soft ears jutting out at the side of your head.

His expression changed from one of confusion to empathy as he cradled the side of your face. You couldn't hold it in anymore, and started to sob.

"I'm a fucking freak!"

He stared at you with a soft look on his face. He was definitely a lot sober now.

"You're not a freak, love. Different, yes. But not a freak. In fact, you're still just as beautiful as you were before, but I do have to ask, how did this happen? Did Medic experiment on you?"

You explained the whole situation as he realized the necklace in his hand. His face turned to one of utter embarrassment as you finished your story.

"I'm sorry, lassie. That was my fault, but now I know the real you, and I love it."

"But, I'm ugly! I'm a freak!"

"You are about as ugly as the rolling hills of Scotland, (Y/N), and if you're a freak, then I'm a bigger one, and we should stick together lass."

You avoided his eyes as he put his hand under your chin, lifting it up gently.

"You're not ugly, love. You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and I won't let anyone ridicule you for your beautiful and unique features."

He pecked your cheek softly.

"Now, whaddaya say we get up now?"

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