#Claude x gender neutral reader

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Valentine's Day Special!

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In Valentine's Day rears its head around the corner once again and you spend the entirety of the day pampering your contracted demon lover. Or; In which Claude Faustus is spoiled with affection and love for the first time in his demonic life; all because of a weird mortal tradition. Feb. 14th, 2024

Warnings -> One sided-ish relationship? Short!

                                                                                                   

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"I love you, Claude."

You sweetly cooed into the top of his head as you ran your fingers through his coal-colored tresses.

His head lies on your naked chest as you mutter sweet nothings to him. How much you love him, how much he means to you, how much you appreciate everything he does for you. You tell him how beautiful he is even when he never smiles, how lovely his voice is even if it's stuck in a permanent monotone, how you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you didn't have him in your life.

It's days like this one, this Valentine's Day, that Claude wishes he could feel something for you. That his unholy heart could race whenever you smile at him and his frigid cheeks could warm at your fleeting touches. In the depths of his mind, he wonders what it would be like to be a human and have relationships that weren't contracted. To be with you until you grow old and die with him by your side following not long after.

"Don't cry, My Love. I'll start to think that you don't like it when I hold you like this."

Your hand enters his blurry vision and wipes his tears away as you speak gently into his soft hair.

But.

It's also on days like this one, when you hold Claude close and steep him in your love, that his body betrays him. That his eyes begin to burn and moisten and tears begin to bead onto his lower lashes. On these days, in these times; he can ever so faintly feel something warm in the very depths of himself.

Claude's arms close tightly around your waist; shutting his leaking eyes and taking in your scent through a deep inhale. Soon. Just as it happened to that Phantomhive boy, it will happen to you. Just like him, you'll become a demon as well.

Claude will just have to be patient until then.

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[youandmedead]

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Warnings: Claude may be out of character, suggestive (?)

Requested by: No one

Synopsis: During one of Alois Trancy’s many parties, you have been asked to dance with an upperclassman and asked a pressing question in which you must decline, Claude then catches on and confronts you on the matter

Notes: I was going to make Sebastian the man who asked y/n to dance but I thought that was a bit of a cliché. Also look! It’s my first piece of writing without swearing in it!

The room was glowing with radiance and bliss, men and women laughing and smiling discussing matters of which were deemed as ‘unimportant’ or ‘improper’ for a person of your status. Whilst standing in the corner you glanced around, your eyes landed upon Earl Trancy and his ever so stoic butler. The Earl was most likely rambling about some preposterous or monotonous story, condescension and disparaging comments dripping off of his tongue as his guests either laugh along or simply stand stone still with an awkward, forced smile plastered across their faces. Meanwhile, his butler (and so called right hand man as Trancy proclaims) was standing their simply spectating the scene that played out before them…how tedious that must be for the man.

The young master, in your eyes, always seemed cumbersome and spoil. The rumours you have heard about his past should not excuse his abusive nature, nor his status…the rules in which society was built upon should not be the way that they are, they should be rewritten. Alas nothing can be done, society seems to be too rich in it’s preposterous ways.

As you delved deeper into your thoughts, you didn’t seem to acknowledge the tall figure that approached you. “Excuse me?” The voice spoke. You broke out of your imaginary cage and looked up towards the owner of the voice, “My apologies sir. May I ask what it is that you require?”

The man smirked, “A dance with you, is what I require.”

You simply nodded and grasped his had that he held out. He lead you out onto the bustling dance floor, where the grandest music was played upon the piano. You spun around the dance floor as the music mesmerised and dazed the man in front of you leading him to make a bold claim, “You are rather attractive my dear.” At the statement you blushed, “I appreciate the compliment sir, but surely your mistress has much more beauty to her than I.” The man chuckled once more and the grip he had on your hand and waist tightened. He dipped you down slightly and gazed into your eyes, “I’m afraid I don’t have one. Perhaps you could fill that role for me? It would certainly attended to matters in which have been faced with, how should I say…difficulty. We could both get something out of it, No?”

You shook your head and tried to get out of the man’s grip, “I’m sorry to say this sir but I belong to another. Please do not pertain this as an act of rudeness or such towards you but my heart has already been stolen.”

The man simply stared at you with a mix of emotions being spread on his face, so much so that he was becoming increasingly difficult to read. He ripped his hands away from you and stormed away, heading over towards the refreshments section of the room ready to douse his failure in alcohol and grumble about his outrage to his associates.

Crossing your arms and covering your smirk on your lips with your fingers, trying to stifle the snicker that was trying to escape you, you made contact with the Head Butler of the Trancy manner. He pushed his glasses up and gave a slight nod. Nodding back, you checked round the room to make sure nobody was focusing on you so you could leave the party and head towards the manors front garden.

The garden was always a tranquil environment, it allowed one to escape the chaotic nature that Alois Trancy and the inside of his manor brought. The air was fresh and a tad bitter but pleasant none the less, at least it beat a stuffy room filled with superior ladies and gentlemen. The flowers seemed to dance as the gentle wind carried them, rogue petals littered the stone clad floor. Walking further throughout the garden you found the fountain that’s water is always crystal clear and an area you always witnessed Claude visit. You gave a heavy sigh gazing into and dipping your hand in the water to see if the bitter temperature of it would help you ground yourself back into the true reality of things.

“I see you noticed my little signal.”

You turned your head and nodded sheepishly drying of your hand on your clothing, “Ah yes…I needed to get out of their anyway so I-“

“I sensed your discomfort. Was that man doing anything improper towards you?”

Claude began to circle your form, “Or perhaps you were maybe enjoying his advances? Thinking of all sorts of things you could get away with?”

Waving him off you replied, “No, no nothing of the sort occurred. I turned down his so called offer. Why would I accept such a thing? Beside’s I-”

Claude’s interest was piqued and before you could finish your sentence, the tall male stepped behind you and then lowered himself in order to whisper in your ear, “Is that so? Please do enlighten me. What was it that you said to him exactly?”

Your cheeks grew warmer and a tinted rosy shade of red appeared as you felt his hot breathe against your ear, alongside a shiver down your spine from his voice. A sense of jealousy could be deduced from him. “I-I said that me and my heart belonged to another.”

The Trancy butler stood fully up once more and a smug smirk appeared on his face, “Hm, rightfully so my darling.”

He spun you around and took a hold of your right hand and your waist, dipping you down whilst gazing deeply into your eyes his smirk never fading, “Because you’re belong to me. You’re mine, nothing can change that.”

Your breathe hitched and grabbed tightly onto his waist coat, “Of course. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And with that declaration, the demon chuckled kissing you deeply with deep passion and greed.

[loveundrwrld]

Yan artists x artist.. reader

(One is a painter the other is a singer make up your mind)

hi anon! i hope that this lined up to what you were thinking of re: your request- you didn't specify a gender for the yans, so i made it a female painter yan, and a male vocalist yan. i also have the reader as someone who both is an artist as well a singer. i hope that that's alright with you!

poly yans- female artist yan x hobbyist gn reader x male vocalist yan

(cw: implied stalking, implied sabotage, dubiously consensual kissing, gaslighting (kinda?))

- eva goes to your college, and she’s an art major. she’s a painter, and quite a good one.

- she’s a very serious, cold type of person. a straight-A student who acts better than others.

- in her eyes… it’s justified that she acts like she’s above all the rest. she knows her paintings will be shown in galleries, after all.

- her future is all planned out for her, with thanks to her parents. a wonderful childhood friend who’s become her wonderful boyfriend will become the perfect husband. the perfect internship she got will become the perfect first job.

- even though she’s assured a great future, she’s still very careful. she doesn’t want to risk her perfect plan, after all! so she's going to make sure that she does well in college too, so everything lines up well.

- she had seen you a few times around campus. you were bouncing around, talking to friends, not seeming to be taking anything seriously. you were in so many different clubs, with none of them having anything to do with your major. they were clearly just an excuse to spend more time around your friends, she thought.

- she didn't think you were the type of person that she would get along with. the opposite, in fact. you seemed too silly, too carefree. she couldn't imagine spending so much time out of classes just hanging out and not studying- it was like you weren't being careful about your future.

- then, she saw you in one of her classes- drawing 101. by chance, you were also taking it as one of your electives.

- she first internally scoffed at you for taking it as a non-art major. she pegged you in her head as someone she didn’t need to remember- someone who just thinks of art as a fun little side project, not as something worth consideration.

- in your class together she watched you draw from time to time, looking over to your sketch pad. you seemed to be struggling a bit with some things like perspective, but to her surprise, you showed clear potential. your artwork was really good for a non-art major. and you were improving fast.

- when the teacher said that the class was doing portraits for the next class assignment, eva picked you. it was out of curiousity, at the time. she wanted to see what you were like, and this was a good opportunity.

- you were to draw her, and she was to draw you. you both were to spend all of class staring at each other, basically. it was the best scenario for one to get to know each other better.

- and she did indeed get to know you better. she saw that, staring at you while you were looking at her to study her features. you were studying her intensely, and kept erasing what you drew to redraw it, perfecting your details- you really cared about improving your work.

- it changed her opinion of you completely. you put your all into learning things, she realized, and didn’t see art as some little casual thing on the side. rather, you were earnest in your efforts to improve yourself.

- and of course… she also realized at the same time, that you were rather attractive. every minute she spent looking at you to memorize the details of your face, she realized how lovely each little part of your face really was.

- she felt a strange feeling, deep in her stomach... something she had only ever felt for her boyfriend. and yet, now, she was feeling it for you...

- without thinking, she presses too hard on her sketch pad with her pencil.

- after you two are done with the portrait assignment, eva feels like she still can't let you go. even though she knows it's wrong to enable herself in doing this when she has a boyfriend... she feels too strongly about you.

- she wants to know everything about you. she's scoured all of your social media accounts that she can find but... it just isn't enough. she needs more.

- instead of using her time between classes to study like she used to, she instead uses it to go around campus, looking for you...

- when she ends up finding you frequently "by coincidence" you just figure that she's lonely, and you don't think much of it.

- even if the accuracy to which she's predicting your locations and moods is becoming... a little worrisome. it seems like she knows when you’ve skipped lunch, when you’ve spent an all-nighter, when you have a big test you’re preparing for in one of your classes…

- she'll often spend a lot of time waiting for you. too often for someone who already has a partner, you think.

- you think you maybe should tell her boyfriend, but you think better of it. you feel bad for claude- you know that he really loves his girlfriend.

- claude, her boyfriend, was the shining star of the music department. he was a former child prodigy at the piano, and still plays it beautifully. but what he's really known for is his angelic, soothing voice.

- he’s a very handsome, polite man, someone who is able to charm both teachers and students alike.

- and yet, although he could get with anyone he wanted, he was steadfast in his devotion to eva. constantly keeping an arm on her while at social events and always doing favors for her to make her happy.

- but right now, little did you know... claude himself wasn’t feeling too loved.

- he had been noticing that his girlfriend had been spending even less time with him, and was evasive when she was asked who she was with.

- she already didn’t spend much time together with him, as she was studying and painting for most of her time out of her classes. now, it was like he barely saw her at all. and when she did, she seemed different, distracted even.

- she was smiling and blushing to herself while she was thinking. far moreso than she normally would than she was around him. it made his heart hurt, seeing his normally stoic girlfriend act like this about someone else.

- clearly, she was starting to have feelings for someone else. but he didn’t feel that he had the right to say anything about it right now. after all, he too was falling for someone else.

- he’d met someone in one of his basic singing classes. they’d been taking it so they could get better at singing, since they liked doing so as a hobby.

- he’d fallen in love with their voice, thinking it was beautiful. an amateur sound, sure, but it sounded so lovely alongside his own.

- he’d try to convince them to let him tutor them. after all, it would be a waste for them to not perfect this talent of theirs, no?

- even though he had a girlfriend, he insisted on spending more time with them. he felt like he needed to spend as much time with them as he could, savoring the lovely sound of their voice.

- he had thoughts about them that he had only had for eva, before. his head swarmed with an obsessive need to just have them, keep them to himself. even though, he already had a love of his own already…

- he felt guilty, thinking he was betraying one love for another by holding both in his heart. he has started to follow eva, wanting to remind himself that she was his love, and not them.

- to his surprise, though, the mystery person that eva was meeting behind his back turned out to be you. you, the person that he fell for as well.

- and then, the gears started turning in his head.

- maybe it wasn't a problem that his girlfriend had a crush after all... after all, it's good to share in a relationship, isn't it?

- once the two of them decide to work together to gain your affection, your life becomes very different. though you don’t know why, both seem to be acting more open and friendly with you in public. they’re both very touchy with you, gently putting their hands on you often.

- when you’re singing or drawing with them in private, you don't feel creeped out or surprised when they put their hands on your arm or back to correct your posture... though, you do feel like they are touching for longer than they should. aren't you already in the right position by now?

- the two of them end up being very supportive of your interests, urging you to do duets with claude, draw eva while she's posing for you, and show the two of them your sketchbook.

- they give you a lot of special things, too- including making you special tea for your voice, expensive art supplies, sheet music, etc.

- you end up being signed on as the understudy for a role in a musical a lot, and the two of them say that they'll watch you perform. you shake your head saying that you probably won't get on stage. but oddly enough, accidents happen frequently enough that you often do.

- you feel a bit overwhelmed by their attention, and all the odd occurrences happening around them are starting to creep you out... but, both of them are in the clubs and classes that you want to join, so you also feel that you can't avoid them.

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claude put his fingers gently on your throat. you weren't sure that this was really necessary, but his cool fingers felt good on you. you gulped a bit as he pressed his fingers up near your jaw, and uneasily you looked towards eva sitting on the other side of the room.

she was looking at the two of you with an unreadable expression. you flitted your eyes away, worrying that she was (understandably) jealous about the close contact you were having with her boyfriend.

she seemed mad earlier too, when you had said that you were auditioning in the role of one of the leads in the next musical the theater department was holding. you didn't understand why she was upset with you for that, but you had hoped that she wouldn't be mad at you for long- she was a little frightening when she was upset, and you would really like to get on her good graces.

you had just come over since claude had offered to tutor you a bit in the song you chose for your audition. you had no idea that eva would even be here, let alone that claude's lesson would be so... hands on. you blushed slightly, unused to the strange situation.

"mm, your tonsils are a bit swollen. that's not good for someone who's supposed to sing on stage, you know," he said to you softly, giving you a sympathetic smile.

"really? you think i got sick?" you say, surprised. “i feel just fine, though. are you sure?”

claude nodded.

"mhm, trust me, i've been singing for a long time- i know tonsillitis when i see it."

you look at eva to see if she'll say anything, but she nods in agreement.

"well, you shouldn't audition if there's any chance of you being sick, right? after all, doesn't this play have a kissing scene? you wouldn't want to pass on your germs to them during rehearsal."

"eva's right, you shouldn't do it."

you frown a bit. you really feel fine... doesn't tonsilitis feel much worse than this? your throat doesn't even feel sore.

"well... okay," you say, grumbling slightly. "i guess you do know better."

he seems to preen a bit at this, standing up straighter. he smiles at you widely.

"just stay here, you'll be fine soon. you can just get some medicine here and rest up. we'll take care of you," claude says, patting the top of your head gently. to your surprise, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips. you make a sound of surprise, and look at eva and then back at him. your eyes are wide with shock, but they're both acting like this was just a handshake.

"wait, hang on, what was that about-" you start saying, but he's already off to another room. you turn to eva, frowning slightly in confusion.

"eva, i'm sorry, i don't know why he would-"

before you finish your sentence though, she's already walked up to you and placed a kiss on you as well.

"don't worry about it.”

[anxiteyandsleep]

((Funny little idea I had when painting my nails. Headcanons of Claude and Sebastian when they learn their gender neutral darling painted their nails black because they noticed they and other servants had them or just because they wanted to match with them?))

This is so sweet hhh ❤ unfortunately I can't get much writing done so they're a little short😞 thank you for requesting🙏

° Sebastian was just going to check on you, he does so very often whenever he got a second away from his duties

° he immediately smells nail polish as he gets closer to your room, A bit curious as he's never seen you with your nails painted before.

° he politely knocks before walking in, watching you with a slightly amused expression as he sees what color you're painting your nails

° Sebastian finds it endearing, he might tease you a little for it though cause he just can't resist. "Oh dear, you've got some on your skin, how sloppy"

° Of course he'll offer to help you tidy up or even paint them if you'd like him to do so.

° truthfully this guy does not notice your nails at first, even though you've been painting them black for a week

° but one time when you're holding his hand, he looks down and notices. "hm? You painted your nails... Why?"

° Claude does like seeing you with painted nails though he doesn't understand why you do it at first.

° he rarely ever takes his gloves off so he's a little surprised you even noticed his nails were black, though Claude thinks it's cute that you wanted to match

° he will also point out if you get paint on your finger but not in a playful teasing way like Sebastian, he is fully judging you for messing up.

°Claude will possibly do your nails if you ask, it fully depends on his mood and how much Alois is having him do that day.

[sleepingdeath-light]

autistic s/o hcs ; claude

requested by ; add-a-little-neurospice (30/04/23)

fandom(s) ; black butler

fandom masterlist(s) ; hub | anime-only cast

character(s) ; claude faustus

outline ; “Hello!!! I want to start by saying that I rlly love your page, and I seriously love how you write the Black Butler beans!!!

As for my request, I was wondering if you could maybe write a Claude x autistic reader where the reader has a huge interest in birds and crochet?

I seriously will start flapping my hands and repeating the name of whatever bird I see over and over, and I have legit made a set of gloves in two days with how much I’ll focus on it.

Thank you for reading, and I hope I can get a response! Lol”

warning(s) ; none, just fluff!

whilst he is an outwardly stoic and apathetic individual — cruel, even — this idea tends to be flipped on its head when he’s dealing with his spouse (or, as he would say, mate)

he’s aware of you being neurologically divergent even if the terminology didn’t necessarily exist at the time — he is a demon and they’re more observant by default

and he’s also keenly aware of how other mortals treat and perceive you — and willing to deal with them accordingly

being protective and territorial is in his nature, after all

he will indulge you in your hyperfixations and interests — for example buying you a book on ornithology or fetching you the materials you need to crotchet from the market

he does find it incredibly endearing when you stim, particularly when you flap your hands, but due to his stoic demeanour it’s incredibly hard to tell

he’ll ask you about the birds you see on your daily walks about the trancy estate — questions he already knows the answer to — just to indulge you

and he encourages (threatens) the other demons into following suit

if you crochet anything for him to wear he’ll also indulge you there, but only privately

like if you made him a scarf or a pair of gloves then he’ll wear them in your rooms and let you divulge him about how they were made (techniques, material, time, etc.)

but as he doesn’t want to damage these gifts or his reputation he’ll usually leave them in that private space

a butler needs to look a certain way and as wonderful as your gifts are, they aren’t in keeping with his uniform

he’s trying his best okay he’s just not good with the whole intimate relationship thing

he does make sure that you’re taking care of yourself when you’re fixated on something, though — bringing you food and water and making sure you sleep (or having hannah do so for him if he’s too busy elsewhere)

if anyone mocks you for your passions then they’re as good as dead — either claude will seek them out directly or he’ll send hannah/the triplets out to deal with them whilst he does the human thing and comforts you

[ballad-of-birdy-lamb]

This was already requested but I accidentally posted it 😭

Billy Taupe Claude x Shy! Gender neutral! Reader x Lucy Gray Baird (romantic headcanons, together)

Summary: basic romantic headcanons (together) of Billy Taupe and Lucy Gray with a shy reader. __ Warning: reference to Lucy Gray having to commit sex work, Billy Claude lowkey being a bitch, kind of angsty at the end...?

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It's honestly odd seeing a really shy person in a relationship with two outgoing performers. Two people that need attention drawn to them with someone that wants nothing to do with such attention. Weird.

But nonetheless, they're kind and try keeping you out of their spotlight if you want to be (which is mostly what you want).

Though, Lucy Gray is very specific and quiet about romance including herself and being in relationships (especially with her possible sex work), she loved the idea of being with you.

It was most likely that you met her during a show and caught her eye. Not much more happened before you both hit it off and fell in love.

Lucy Gray is the one that probably initiated the idea of the relationship, she's a very smooth person and great with awkward people.

Billy Taupe wasn't too excited about the idea at first since he views Lucy Gray as only his girlfriend, so sharing with someone else wasn't exciting for him.

It does take a long time before Billy Taupe is up to the idea. He was still on the fence about it, but Lucy Gray was very persistent about it. She would go on about how he would love you and think about you like she did.

At some point, that does come true.

It's not only because Billy Taupe truly gains feelings for you but because a third income for the Covey is good too (mainly the feelings part).

Lucy Gray is still very kind, being just as sweet as she was before the relationship.

Billy Taupe grows to be just as possessive over you as he is over Lucy Gray, claiming you're both his. You think he's joking but he never is, he means it.

Going to their shows is a must, especially if you don't sing or do performances for any talents you may have. You'd have a special seat backstage or in the front, closest to the stage.

They would write songs for you only they would perform. Love ballads going on about how kind you are and how much they adore you. But they won't tell anyone if you don't want anyone to know (outside of the Covey, they're special).

It's extremely rare to be around one without the other. Lucy Gray is rarely found around you without Billy Taupe nearby. It's only during shows or you have work that they're not around.

Part of the reason for Billy Taupe's wanting to be around you even with Lucy Gray around is because his possessiveness doesn't always stop at her. Maybe you both are doing something without him! He'd doesn't always share, even with his girlfriend.

The relationship between Lucy Gray and Billy Taupe does get bad when Mayfair comes along, causing Billy Taupe to cheat on her and you.

As much as he adores you and Lucy Gray, sometimes he'd get a little too worked up about the charms Lucy Gray used with others (whether that be for money or not).

But it's most likely you end up with Lucy Gray only, you are her only lover now and her only comfort for the rest of the Covey and possible stressors in the future.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

BYLETH EISNER is a man best kept alone to his devices. As a student, Claude didn’t know much about the enigmatic professor who could cleave mountains with his sheer might. As a man after your affections, he only knew that he was an obstacle to his goals. The Ashen Demon wasn’t that discreet when it came to his . . . attraction.

Opening up his journal to find out more on his rival, he knew what kind of horrors he’d find. But it still didn’t prepare him for the lunacy written upon yellowed parchment.

this D I A R Y belongs to . . .

↳ ❝ PLAYER 00 : BYLETH EISNER ¡! ❞ — please destroy return if found !

(:̲̅:̲̅:[̲̅: ❝IF YOU DON’T LOVE ME, WHO WILL?❞ :]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅)

ENTRY 00 — ALWAYS & FOREVER

Why was it that you always, always landed out of my arm’s reach? Wasn’t this a game? A game made to fulfill my desires? A game made to help me escape reality and the agonizing lack of romance in my life?

So why did you always end up with someone else? No matter how many true resets I’ve made, no matter the different ways I’ve approached you and even the extent I’ve isolated you from the other house leaders, you always, always, ended up with one of them.

Hell, it didn’t matter that you assisted Edelgard with her acquisition of Fodlan one time. You still somehow found yourself in the bed of none other than Dimitri himself. The fool always took you in no matter what horrors you caused on him or his allies.

I stared at your old, frail body. Thanks to the Goddess’s aid in this timeline, I’ve never aged a day. I stayed youthful and spry as you and Edelgard grew to rule the new land I had acquired for her.

Your wrinkly skin still felt heavenly to caress. Each second of continuous contact filled me with more and more pleasure; less and less self-control.

Maybe if I were bolder, more radical with my approaches. Maybe if I had just eliminated them all before they stand a chance.

Maybe then I won’t have to just sit and stare but hold you close and cage you within my arms. My snowbird that always deserted me during spring, a being so allergic to sunlight that you ran away from him endlessly despite the warmth he devotedly provided.

I am the Sun. There was no room to argue with that fact.

And I will always be there, shining my unbearably powerful rays of scorching hot light upon you.

1155 It seems that were born as snow and ice. The closest one might get to the term brigid. Quite fitting since you are set to rule a nation by such a name when your father, the current ruler, passes away.

You weren’t supposed to take the throne at all. Your older brother was a fit heir. He had spares in the form of his children as well. But, as your eldest niece Petra is too young, you had to take responsibility of an entire nation even though you weren’t much older.

1175 After the death of your brother, you were sent to Adrestia as a symbol of newfound trust. However shaky it might be, you had no choice but to fulfill your duties. It seems even from a young age you were already cold, as accounts of you described a mature, straight laced girl. You knew, much earlier than everyone else that despite your high stature in society, you were only but a pawn to time and destiny.

All this came in useful when it was discovered that all Adrestian royal children were kidnapped. So you did not only have to fulfill the role of heir apparent to a country but a country and an Empire. Those who slithered in the dark made your authenticity as new royal kin solid far too quickly. No one even got to question it as you replaced Edelgard’s older siblings in meetings and formal events.

A simple story of your own albeit feigned kidnapping years ago, plus a few spells here in there to change your eye color to purple, guaranteed you a spot next to the Emperor. You lost everything: your identity, your brother, your friends back home; only to have gained a small chance to even take the throne that oppressed you. The Emperor, in turn, also got to keep his position. His luxurious, heavy crown and clothing in exchange for continuing the façade and perpetuating the play.

After Edelgard’s return to the stage, a lot changed. Factions formed left and right on who should take the throne next. Would it be the bastard child that proved to be a worthy heir, or the true child of Adrestia who’s yet to prove herself? But in beyond the glitz and glamor of the stage, you two shared quite a strong bond. You taught Edelgard many of your secrets when it came to the act. How one would stay calm under pressure, and to keep an air of confidence when all you can think of is self-doubt. In exchange, the Agarthans saw you fulfilling your duty as their spy diligently. You rose in the ranks of both areas in the speed of light.

You were determined to free yourself from the shackles, a consequence of the ichor you were blessed with.

Everything had been set.

An escape cometh Spring.

1180 You, Edelgard, and your niece Petra are sent to be the representatives of the Empire in the Officer’s Academy.

I have already planned out what to do for this timeline.

And this time? You won’t be getting away.

A/N: I couldn’t for the life of me find a Fire Emblem 3H fic that included both the three house leaders and Byleth as romantic interests so I decided to take one out of Thanos’s books and do it (make one) myself.

There will be other yanderes as well but the House Leaders + Byleth are the main ones.

Reader will be the horniest aro, just watch.

I already had a FE3H concept I could have gone to in my Quotev account but was like NAHHHH I WANT REVERSE SAGAU(ish) BUT FIRE EMBLEM. So here we are.

Unfortunately because of how this is formatted I’m not able to make individual chapter warnings but I’ll be making a masterpost where everything is listed.

Fun Fact: In Japanese, Fire Emblem 3H is called 風花雪月 literally translating to Wind (Claude), Flower (Edelgard), Snow (Rhea or in this case, [Y/N]) and Moon (Dimitri). So the white theme is based off of that. I’ve been working on this for so long and wanted to make a house named Ashen Scales to contrast Edelgard BUT NOPE WE GOT THE DLC AND AS MUCH AS I LOVE YURI- AAAAA.

This will be the first and last A/N so don’t worry about these long ass paragraphs happening again.

[s4tan1st-v1v1an]

This SFW enough right? Because this is fluff

What would be the Disney villains (Hades,Captain Hook,Claude frollo,Clayton,Gaston,Dr facilier,Jafar and villains of your choice.) reaction to their s/o sleeping bare

I was gonna put in Ursula but I couldn’t decide a merperson reader insert of a human reader insert...sigh Oh well, enjoy!

Hades

He’ll stare for a moment trying to process the image of you naked in your bed, sound asleep, looking lovely as always. He’s trying to decide if he should wake you up and start sexy time or cuddle beside you and relax. Either way, he’s taking off his robe and spending time with you instead of doing work.

Captain Hook

He blushes and stutters, not expecting this display at all. He’s a gentleman so he’ll tuck the covers over your body good enough to keep you warm. He’ll leave the room shaking his head because you’re going to get sick if you keep sleeping like that. Smee sees his flushed face and asks if he has a fever.

Claude Frollo

The second he sees you, he has a heart attack. He denies he yelped but he did, you heard it in your slumber. Frollo throws the sheet on top of you and leaves to handle his erratic heart. Then he’ll come back in, glare at you, shake his head, give an exhausted sigh, glare at you again. He has inner turmoil and demons he’s battling in that moment, give him time. 

Clayton

He’s a bit surprised, didn’t think he'd catch a lovely person such as yourself doing that. But you’re distracting. He came into your shared room to get a special mix of tranquilizing vail he forgot for his next trip to hunt, but your beautiful body and innocent sleeping face is pulling at his heart. He’ll give a hearty chuckle to himself and kiss you on your forehead before leaving. So this is how you sleep when he leaves for his trips? He’ll tease you when he comes back

Gaston

Gaton chuckles rather loudly which abruptly wakes you up. Seeing you sleeping bare - he takes that as an invitation to start something y’know. But if you’re up for it well he’s willing to put his needs aside. BUT he will get naked and so you’re both in your living space, naked, as it’s just a normal day. He’s pleased he gets to see your body.

Dr. Facilier

His shadow teases Facilier by snuggling with your own shadow which is underneath your body. Facilier glare at his shadow. He scoffs at the shadow’s playful antics and gets in bed with you successfully squashing his own shadow (if that is even possible) and cuddling with you. You leech unto Facilier to take his warmth.

Jafar

He made the mistake of entering your shared bedroom and finding your sleeping bare form with Iago. The parrot squawks in surprise. Jafar slaps his beak shut and throws him out of the room. He can hear the poor parrot nervously laugh before it gets quiet, Jafar sighs, tired from the day. He looks at you, so tempting, but he’s tired and you look so cute asleep, so he disrobes and lies next to you.

[ctheathy]

The Claim of an Operational Sin

Claude Frollo x Reader

Suggestive Oneshot

Is this damn priest dilf energy or nah

Author's note: Have you ever disliked a villain so much you wanted to hate breed them and make them your bitch? Read this, cuz you can :)

You're one of the few ladies the tyrannical man has taken interest in. Something he'd refer to as being bewitched by those who are innocent. Intrigue driven by his own lustful desires similar to his captivation by the beautiful dancer, Esmeralda. But unlike her, you were certainly not as lucky preventing your imprisonment and attempting to escape the minister's grasp.

Frollo/Reader [Romantic Tendencies(???)]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

!Female Reader! • Seductive/“Succubus” reader • Imprisoned reader • We're basically gonna be assaulting him WOOHOO • Threats • Reader is unfearful of death • Arousal • Teasing, but it's bordering on degradation • Desperation • Drooling/Salivating • Kissing • ...Leaking...iykyk • He's an old man who's never satisfied his primal desires, what did you expect • This entire fic and concept in general is TW worthy tbh-

I REGRET NOTHING ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“...You are a bloody!” Frollo spoke sharply. Taking a deep breath as he looked at you with a bitter gaze. His eyes were cold now, a sour expression on his face. His eyebrows were raised, as if he was trying to control his anger. He was currently in front of you in one of the many dungeon cells underneath the Notre Dame. “... How long do you think you're going to be alive? If you keep acting like this.” He said, sounding almost like he was threatening you.

And despite his subtle warnings, you kept your time in the cell undisturbed, paying no mind to his little hissy fit. To the point it looked like you were straight up ignoring him, which only fueled his already angered state. Demanding you to not even think of not listening to him whenever he spoke. But in all honesty, his constant irritation was just getting you more entertained by the man. It was like watching a child throw a tantrum. Well. You were more than ready to show him that he picked the wrong lady. That your abduction was an easily regrettable decision for him. He was stuck here with you, not the other way around.

Grinning with anticipation, you leaned against the wall with a careless posture. You couldn't care less about what series of threats he had to offer. “Mhmm? Won't that something you should be worrying about as well? Lusting after women and harassing them for centuries can cause for quite the revolution, if I may” you were sneering with sarcasm. “The most recent victim has certainly been influential. Miss Esmeralda, was it? It’s difficult to control yourself, isn’t it~?” you mocked

“... Silence yourself!” He yelled in a half-angry, half-desperately demanding tone, something that noticeably made you laugh out loud. Frollo felt a hit of shame and embarrassment by the fact that you've taken note of him lusting after her. It was a sin ...he wasn't supposed to feel this way. And it was that gypsy who has bewitched him! Tainting his purity with her alluring words and movements. At least, in the minister's head it was, blaming a fairly innocent soul for his own shameful and unholy impulses.

“Many peasants have faced the consequences of the witches’ actions through either custody or death. So choose your words carefully.” trying to warn you and keep you in line, but your reaction would be ...unexpected. “So what? Everybody will die one day.” You glanced back up to the priest and cocked your head to the side. “Perhaps nature shall take its course in the next future for me too. Who knows? Which would be beyond fine with me” you murmured with yet another chuckle, raising an eyebrow. “But atleast now you still have somebody to turn to, wouldn't you say?” He noticed you sending him a wink of mockery, but was too baffled by your sudden statement.

The eyes of the minister widened, as he heard you say that. “You... You don't value your people's freedom. You... You don't care about your own existence." He gritted his teeth. You could practically see his temper exploding. He never understood how somebody could be so unflappable towards the idea of their own very demise. He felt like he had no control over you, which infuriated him greatly. Though you remained in a calm posture, a look of disinterest in your eyes as he felt the need to mention it. “Look," you began with a bit of attitude, unconcerned about how far you might be pushing him over the edge with your next few words.

“Don't treat your lustful motives as superior over what I lack. Eventually, natural selection shall take its course for all of us anyway. And I'll greet it with open arms as soon as the time comes” you half assed with a small smirk. But Frollo? He did not like that one bit, seething with rage as he snapped

“You don't care if nature takes its course, huh!? Well, I will be the one to take its course, if you will not! I am going to give it my best to make you suffer. I shall tear you down with my own hands.”

You took in his words, as your grin slowly started to expand a little the more he went into detail about his description of how exactly he was gonna take your life. You softly chuckled at his threat, hanging your head down as your hair was resting over your eyes, covering them up as you continued to giggle with pure amusement. “Awh..~” you glanced up at the man once again, some of your teeth exposed with your grin as your eyes were smugly half lid. You readjusted your hand as you gently, yet firmly grabbed him by the jawline, placing your thumb right under his chin as you pressed his skin. “It is truly adorable how undeniably obsessed you are with me. Do you clop to the idea of hurting me too?”

You curled up your index finger as it caressed Frollo on his cheek, your little smirk becoming smaller, but still being very visible nonetheless. “I'm quite flattered, my sweet~” your prying eyes were full of glee as you fluttered your lashes, attracting the man even further if that was even possible. You took a step even closer towards him, your chest almost pressed onto him as you got further into his personal space, so inviting...

And oh dear God. Everything you just said... Your smirk, your stance. It didn't take a genius to figure out that you were attempting to seduce him. You were trying to provoke him. And it was working. “H-hngh..!?” Frollo's breathing grew shallow. Every muscle in his body was starting to tighten in exasperation. He was shaking in anger. That's right. He was angry- so unbelievably, extraordinarily angry. But, he was also... Tempted.

And though his body was noticeably still somewhat stiff, you did not miss him beginning to melt into your touch, despite the obvious death stare in his eyes. He was so easily affected and getting worked up by your shenanigans, it was almost cute. Almost. You smirked to yourself as your soft fingers continued to tease his facial features. You were completely leaning into him at this point, both breasts squished onto him as you kept the eye contact with assertion.

Your free hand even wandered over towards the back of his neck, your fingers gently digging into his spine as you rubbed them up and down, but slowly beginning to add more pressure. “You seem to be making yourself comfortable with me quite swiftly, minister...” you stood on your toes to add on height and match his level, “Is that something you enjoy? Making quick development instead of taking things slowly~?” Frollo's heart literally started beating faster. The way you were saying these things. It was so very seductive. And your finger that was caressing him? You... A-Ah...

“H-How dare you!” His tone sounded so frustrated, like he was trying to hide something. Something he wouldn't want you to find out. You could practically see the rage in his eyes, but the way you spoke? And the way you got so close to him, you could practically feel his anger, his resentment, slowly melt away. His head started to turn red, as he gritted his teeth. He really couldn't take it, you had completely caught him in your trap. And you did that so... effortlessly.

It made him feel weak and submissive, a foreign feeling to the priest. You were completely dominating him. Not just physically, but emotionally as well. You made him vulnerable. You got into his... frozen and rock cold heart. You were in control now, and he was just so very powerless to your charms. His entire body was beginning to tremble. His breathing, it was slowly getting quicker and more shallow. It almost felt- the way you touched him, with such delicate care. The way you were teasing him like this. His entire body was starting to feel so hot. He felt the blood surging, pumping him up, preparing him for something he didn't dare to acknowledge.

And being less vigilant, he admitted to his thoughts much more easily. “It... astonishes me... when you... make me lose control” He said, the tone in his voice being a mix of anger and lust. Of desire. Of passion. Words that you hadn't really expected. You'd never guessed for a response like this. It was so sensual. He was clearly losing control now. The way he had just admitted to you that he was enjoying this? It felt as if he was a man on a chain. And you were the one holding it.

This was not supposed to be happening. Not like this. Frollo was... He was tempted. He was extremely tempted. He did not want to be tempted! He did not want to be lured by your feminine allure and your seducing gestures! Why. Why were you seducing him!? He was supposed to kill you, not fall for your antics dammit! He was literally getting flustered now, much to his embarrassment. And the way you pressed your body against his, as if trying to get as close as physically possible? It was really, REALLY making him nervous.

“Don't... you even DARE ...think that I am enjoying this! I... I am simply attempting to ...to” he began to trail off, unable to even think straight. And the more he was trying to desperately deny your claims, the more amused you became with the show. Without warning, you took another step forward and pressed your hips against him... pinning him with one of your thighs. Both of your bodies rubbing on one another as you adjusted your position again. Wanting to see just how hollow his words actually were.

And now he was definitely flustered. And you could tell. His breathing hastened, and he was literally going bright red. Frollo was trembling. And the fact that you could sense just how aroused he was, just made it worse. Because... Your intimate areas were rubbing against his, and there was not a single inch of space between the two of you. “S-Stop... this, you... Y-You witch..!”

His eyes widened as soon as you stepped into him further. You were just getting as intimate as could be. Your thighs and hips were rubbing against him. And it was making him... He was literally drooling now. Frollo was speechless. And he literally was making a mess out of himself. Like... He looked like a fool! One of the most dangerous people in the country, was... drooling... His mouth was open slightly, looking like he was going to say something. But instead, he closed his mouth shut again, and looked almost ashamed. As if he had been caught doing something humiliating.

Your eyes just lit up at the sight while you showed off your teeth with a shit-eating grin, confirming how amused you were by the situation. You tried making yourself even taller than before, as if trying to take away his confidence height-wise as well. You were having this heart-to-heart exchange with him face to face. Your face now literal millimetres away from his, intimidating.

But then you did something that caught him off guard, as you licked off the saliva that was dribbling down his mouth. Your tongue firstly stroking his spit-covered chin before seductively brushing it up to the crook of his mouth where the running drool started. But your tongue quickly wandered to his upper lip, sending a shock right through his veins. Your warm and sweet tongue began teasingly brushing left and right over the entrance of his lips, attempting to pry them open for a good three seconds before pulling back. You glanced at him right in the eye again, a cheeky glint in your eyes. “Aww, you poor man~ He almost spilled..~ Are you actually gonna soil yourself in front of me?” you purred with a tease.

As soon as you started licking the drool off of his lips, He got an electrical shock. A wave of pure nervousness and tingles running down his veins. The blush on his cheeks was getting redder, and you could hear his heartbeat. The saliva that was dropped, got licked up by you. You were staring at him so seductively. A warm, sweet feeling, of just pure ecstasy was flowing through his body.

And the way you were so close to him. You really were an actual princess. Or the queen of sin, rather. He looked like he was about to just collapse. Frollo... His wide eyes were now looking at your lips when you pulled back, and you could see the desire in them. And when you licked the saliva from his lips... He almost- almost let out a moan. He was literally about to melt away.

The priest's entire face flushed a deep, deep red. His blush was... it was so obvious to you, along with the fact that he was salivating at this. But the fact that you licked it off...? You could practically see his entire world begin to break down, right after that. You didn't just break his walls down. You obliterated them. He didn't know what to say. You were just... Ah, God. so, so cruel.

The way you did just that. The way you licked it. It was... Oh, heavens. You would be an absolute demon in bed. He blinked, shaking his head and basically still drooling all over himself. Damn it. What in the world.

“You... You b-bitc-... Yo-... wh-” He couldn't get a word out. He was too stunned. All of the blood in his body seemed to be rushing down to his cheeks at once. And he could feel a warm liquid start to soak into his undergarments. Yes. That thing, the thing that he desperately didn't want to get hard. He clenched his jaws shut, as he started to sweat. He didn't know how to react or respond. You were playing with him at this point. You could practically see the steam rising off of his head. And he could feel the liquid seeping into his cloth.

This whole situation was just mortifying to Frollo, both for his reputation and pride. He tried to take a step back, but he was getting too caught up in his own... reaction, to realize he had his back pressed against the wall in here. He could feel his breathing getting heavier. And just his reaction of shock was more than enough to keep you going, as your hand clung to the back of his neck, your fingertips digging into his flesh again. “I can’t help but wonder what other places are getting hot and moist for me” you purred with a mischievous chuckle, leaning in close to his face once again.

“I recommend you stay in line” you murmured with a sense of warning as you took his bottom lip between your teeth, the tip of your canine pressing into it. Your hot and damp tongue came in contact with it as you pressed it against his parted lips, teasingly tracing it against the entrance of his lips but never actually going inside his mouth... Smearing your saliva over the base of his lips, while you seductively sucked his bottom lip, just watching how long he could keep it up before losing his sense of self control

His body was quaking. His frame was like a leaf in the wind. He was being absolutely manhandled. The way you nibbled his lip, you were making his legs go weak. There were no words. There were just... sounds. Sounds coming from his throat, as the heat and moisture inside him really began to build up. The way you continued to use your tongue. The way you continued to play with his lip like a cat with a ball of yarn. It felt like this was never going to end. And he... his moans. You could hear his voice. Those soft moans, that were only for you to hear. He was losing focus, and he did not care. His body getting wet. And it was all your fault. You were doing this to him. You were teasing him, playing with him like a puppeteer.

His lips were now opening up for you. His mouth inviting. Something which made your eyes darken with glee as you got the ultimate invitation from him. Not hesitating for any second thoughts. Your tongue slowly wandered in and began brushing against his inner lip, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of having your tongue deep into the back of his mouth. You pressed it in further, going slightly deeper as you rubbed your tongue against his gum tissue. Before reaching the inferior labial frenulum, as you teasingly slid your tongue over it. And that... that was an especially loud moan, coming from a person like Frollo, who's usually calculated and reserved. Reserved on that level, as it was clear he was enjoying this right now.

He was being completely seduced and he didn't care. His vocal groans were beginning to fill the room. The way your tongue was exploring his mouth... It was sending shivers down his spine. His eyes widening as he felt himself start to become damp. Your hand, wrapped around the back of his neck with your fingers pressing into his flesh. He liked how you were being so rough and so dominating at the moment. But your comment, about his other... moistened areas. He felt a hot liquid rushing through his body as he thought about it, as if he was being cooked alive.

He was just completely, utterly, and miserably lost in you. His eyes were staring at yours, with that warm glaze of lustful desire. And he was letting his inner demons play with his soul. They weren't being suppressed anymore. They were getting out, completely free. He was struggling to keep himself from just giving into you. He was almost tempted to just... get on the bed, and invite you on top of him. His lips were now completely split apart. His mouth was inviting you to go in deeper. To do whatever you pleased. The tip of his tongue was inviting you. And you could practically taste his wet tongue. His breath was starting to falter. The way you rubbed against his gums, the movement was so perfect and experienced. Frollo's entire body felt hot and wet. And it was making him want more. So much more.....

You could definitely tell he was getting desperate. His tongue eagerly and impatiently begging for it to intertwine with yours. He wanted your tongue at the back of his throat... And feeling eager, he desperately began to lick at you, desperate to taste you. And wanting to feed into that desperation, you began moving your tongue up and down, making the tip of his tongue rub over yours. Right before your tongue began wandering, slipping it flat on top of his. You slowly began pressing your tongue to the back of his throat, using his tongue as a guide as you slid it down to his tonsils, rubbing them. Sometimes pulling back for just a few seconds before teasingly sliding it down again, keeping him needy for more.

He was practically begging for it by now. His mouth was literally begging for your tongue to get deeper. But you were just teasing him so hard, and that's what was making this so hot. The way your tongue was moving, it was like a damn tongue dance. And you were playing the damn instrument that was his mouth perfectly. Teasing his tongue, nibbing at it and just being absolutely filthy with him. His mouth was just yours now.

You were literally eating him, was the only thing Frollo could think. He couldn't help but groan out as soon as your tongue went deeper inside his mouth, sliding alongside his own tongue. Your warm, wet tongue was rubbing against the sensitive skin in there, and you were teasing his mouth. You were making him melt. You were... making him weak. His neck and back started to arch involuntarily. The way you slid it down his throat as it touched his tonsils... The priest's body was starting to jerk. His eyes went blank, as he let out moans and gasps. It felt like you were controlling his mind and body, and that only made him feel even more desperate and in need of you.

Frollo was in a trance, practically. You were just so tempting. So delicious. His voice was turning into pure moans as he opened his mouth, letting out the sound of a beg. It was as if he was trying to say he wanted it. That this was what he wanted. His jaw was opened, his hands were hanging limp besides his body, behaving so submissively. The minister, who had been feared by everybody around him, was just completely done for.

You pulled back for a bit, as he moaned out in relief. A string of saliva now connecting your tongue with his mouth. “Don't go rabid on me now. You've been wanting this for a long, long time, hmm?” you teased him as one of your hands travelled towards his chin, before you started pressing your thumb into his mouth. You pressed your finger on his tongue, sliding it further to the back of his throat, threatening to make him gag if he disobeyed and forcing his jaw open even further. “Be a big boy and open up wide for me..~” you purred with a sadistic giggle, tempting him by sticking out your tongue.

There was no way out of this. His expression now completely rearranged from frustrated, to a look which was flaring with excitement. He was literally sweating. In one move, you had basically turned him from an egotistical man, into your own personal toy at your disposal. You owned him. Even when he got some of his control back when you moved your mouth away from him, he didn't wanna stop what you were doing. He was just hopelessly addicted to you, His brain was you. Nothing BUT you.

“You're playing under my rules now, minister.”

And he was just another piece of your collection to satisfy your needs.

[brisquad-unit-4402]

claude x reader au where clawmino are stoners

hear me out

tags: gender neutral reader, pre-relationship, significant lack of claude in the claude x reader fic, au where everything is the same but nijisanji en is just a giant smoke circle, weed as described by someone that doesn’t do weed, other liver mentions

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The air goes rich with cocoa as Shu skims the surface of the bowl. Ribbons of instant brownie batter unfurl from the mixing spatula as he raises it, then slaps the surface of the bowl again.

His phone rests on the counter. No matter how hard he wills it the screen remains blank with zero notifications. How long does it take to meet up with your plug, anyway?

Still, there’s not much else he can do while he waits for you to return. Folding the batter would be fun, but you told him over-mixing is a one-way ticket to tough brownies, so that has to wait. Especially since he hasn’t added the chocolate chips yet. The best brownies have an obscene chip-batter ratio but that requires folding, so… waiting.

In a rare moment of impatience Shu stabs the spatula into the batter and picks up his phone, just as the door clicks open.

“Got it?” He asks as you step inside, noticeably sans weed. “You got it, right?” He repeats even though he thinks he knows the answer and your empty hands confirm it.

You bitterly shovel a handful of chocolate chips in your mouth. “He’s not selling.”

“But Finana just bought from him the other day.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not Finana.”

Shu peers at you. When you invited him over to take the piss out of a crappy movie you were in a good mood, but now your eyes were pointed and narrow. Not to mention they weren’t red at all, which was going to be a problem. Sober commentary is fine, but zooted commentary goes way harder.

You flicked on your phone, unaware of Shu’s observations. “You think I could I.O.U. Feesh for some of her stash right now?”

“She’s out of town.”

“Fuck, you’re right.” You grimaced at the screen, then met his eye. “Hey, you wanna see something stupid?”

“Yeah?”

Without a word, you handed your phone to Shu. He took it gingerly and held it to his face. “From Claude: Find another weed guy I can’t [frick] with you?” Shu glanced back at you with all the understanding of a gerbil lost in a quantum physics seminar. You gestured for him to go on. “Uhhhhmm nothing personal, I can’t—“

Shu’s jaw dropped as he scrolled down. “—I can’t fall in love right now?!”

“It gets worse,” you said.

“You’re Everthing (with a big E and no y, huh) I love so if I ever see you again I’ll never let go of your hand sooo yeah.”

“Yeah.”

“Woa,” Shu said.

“So no weed.”

“Infinite weed glitch.”

“No, I just said he’s done selling to me.”

“Reader, he’s asking you out,” Shu said. “So if you stay together you have access to like his entire stash.”

You furrowed your brow. “I know he’s your friend, Shu, but are you seriously telling me to take advantage of him ‘cause he’s a dealer?”

Shu didn’t say anything.

“You’re an awful liar.”

When caught in a lie Shu always reacts childishly, a far cry from his usual laidback attitude. Guilt paints his face. “Okay, maybe he’s trying his best and doesn’t know what to do!” He cries. “This is the guy that routinely says he’s afraid of women, of course he doesn’t know how to ask anyone out!”

“He does that?” You bury your face in your hands. Surely you’re turning a deeper shade of red, too. “Oh, no. We’re both clueless.”

You slump down into the couch and groan for a while. Shu follows, brownies forgotten in favor of patting you on the back and occasionally, awkwardly giggling.

“It’s not that bad. You can get to know each other,” he tries. “I guess you’ve talked with him a little but not enough to be a friend instead of weed guy? So you could, uh, try being friends?”

“Shu, he professed his love to me and I don’t even know his last name.”

“Clawmark.” He rethought what you said. “He’s really bad with romance.”

You groan some more. Shu pats you on the back again, albeit even more awkwardly.

“You knew he liked me, didn’t you?”

He hesitated, but mustered up the words before you could call him out on it again. He sheepishly laughs. “I didn’t not know… he wanted to talk to you more.”

“Wait, did he keep cutting me deals because he liked me? I thought it was because I was a regular!”

“He gives you deals?”

“Yes?”

Shu buries his head in his hands just like you. “I didn’t realize he had it that bad.”

You both sit on the couch, unaware of how identical you look, until Shu grips your sleeve. “You don’t have to be cool with it, and he won’t be weird if you aren’t cool.”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t cool.”

“Oh.”

“He’s kind of cute.”

“Okay.”

“In a lost dog type of way.”

“Huh.”

You exhale as you rub your fingers through your hair. “You have to tell me if I’m about to make an awful decision in my dating life.”

“I don’t think it’s bad, no.” Shu giggles again, but this time relief colors his words. “He’s a good guy but you should think about it before telling him anything.”

You set your phone on the table, lean back into the couch, and stare into the ceiling with laser vision. “Great. Now I need to get high and we don’t even have weed for the weed brownies.”

Shu sighs, resigned. He picks up his own phone. “I’ll go ask for Kunai’s prices.”

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi ✧. ┊ sorry i can only find this meme on ifunny

[fiction-box]

Hello there ^^

Are your requests still open ? If yes I’d like to request a character x reader scenario or headcanons (which ever is better for you) for Dimitri and Claude (separately pls) with a female or gender neutral reader (not Byleth) who is asexual ?(When someone identifies as asexual that means that they don’t feel any sexual attraction towards any gender)

Scenario for orientation/inspiration : They just confessed to each other, but the reader wants them to know that they’re asexual before they get official, since it can be a potential dealbreaker. So the reader tells them that they don’t plan on ever having s”x with them, will also not do any compromises (not even for children/heirs) and tells them that they should search for another partner if they’re not happy/accept it, since the reader will not step over their boundaries for a partner or their partners pleasure.

If you don’t want to write both, then please just for Claude. I hope you are well and have a great day/night ^^

Happy Thursday, my lovely! I finally got some free time to put my writing into an online sheet, so you can imagine this work has been crafted over the course of several weeks. I'm going to attempt to post much more often (as I have wanted to for so long now), but life happens and I tend to be busy.

In any case, I hope you enjoy this work despite my tardiness. Have a wonderful weekend.

To everyone, please feel free to fill my inbox! My rules are pinned to the top of my blog, so request as much as you'd like after reading those!

The story will be continued under the cut.

“What are you doing out here so late?”

You whipped your head around in shock, getting a good look at the man that had snuck up on you.

“Goodness, Dimitri,” you sighed, placing a hand over your chest in an attempt to quell your racing heartbeat, “a little more warning next time? You almost scared me right off the bridge!”

The moon shone high in the sky, illuminating the bridge to Garreg Mach’s cathedral in a faint, white glow. You found yourself stopped at the center of it, taking in the way the trees created long shadows in the night.

But now your eyes were trained on the new King of Fodlan. His appearance here, in the middle of the night, ran almost too coincidental with where your thoughts had been headed.

“Ah, my apologies,” he returned with a chuckle, “You never did answer my question, though.”

At this, you ducked your head, “I…just…”

How were you meant to communicate the reason without scaring him off? You were hopeful, yet fear engulfed you. That was why you were here tonight. You wanted to sort out your feelings…about him.

“Was that…too intrusive? I do not mean to bother you.”

You wished you could find the courage to speak, or even just to look at him.

“Perhaps I ought to leave you here, for tonight. Know that I am here to talk if you wish.”

Hearing him shift to move finally prompted you to return his gaze, “No, that’s not what I want. It’s just…hard for me to find the words. The easiest way to put it would be to say that my thoughts were keeping me from sleep. I figured a walk might help me work through some things, but I’ve had no such luck, so far.”

“I see,” he nodded once, stepping forward to your side, staring out at the view that had held your attention for so long tonight. “I could say I came out here for a similar reason, myself.”

You kept your eyes on him, “If you wouldn’t mind sharing, may I ask what it is that has kept you up so late?”

He turned to you slowly, his face turning darker, “I suppose you will find out, eventually. I might as well tell you now.”

“Oh, well, if I’m going to find out anyway, there’s no reason for you to say it.” 

Perhaps it was some plan or strategy for the Kingdom to rebuild, you reasoned.

“You can deliver the news to me alongside everyone else.”

Dimitri gave a light chuckle, “No, I’m afraid that wouldn’t be proper.”

Propriety? You wondered. There must be another matter on his mind, then.

Lightly, the blond reached out for your left hand, placing it in his own and bringing it to his lips. The action made your eyes widen and your heart skip a beat.

“Dimitri…”

“I believe I have fallen in love with you.”

Involuntarily, you took a step back.

You weren’t ready for this conversation, yet. That was part of the real reason you came out here. Yes, you were in love with Dimitri, but things weren’t that simple. You loved yourself, too, and you would never betray yourself. Not even for the love of another.

In truth, it was your love for him that made you hesitate. You weren’t interested in…copulation…but for stability reasons, Fodlan’s throne would need an heir. Seeing how the Kingdom had taken over Fodlan, it would be safest to keep the rule within the current royal bloodline. Namely, Dimitri’s.

That wasn’t even considering his crest. The crest of Blaiddyd had been a symbol of great power for generations. How selfish would it be for you to cause its end all because you weren’t interested in sex?

So, though you loved Dimitri, you weren’t planning on ever making your feelings known to him. The world would be better off with the two of you apart.

And yet you had found yourself coming here for a walk, anyway. You had questioned whether or not to ruin everything if only to save your bleeding heart.

And somehow, you wound up in this position; Dimitri coming to you with his heart in his hands while all you could do was step back.

Selfish and selfless. A fool all the same.

“...I see…” the royal waivered, lowering your hand, “Forgive me, I believe I have read all this terribly wrong.”

Say something, you idiot! Don’t let it end like this!

“I can’t.”

He stopped himself just before releasing your hand.

“...what?”

“I want to say it back. Truly, I do,” you began to explain softly, “but, thinking of the future, I know that I could never.”

“Why not?” he questioned, stepping in towards you, “Is there something wrong with me? Are you unable to forgive the sins of my past?”

He looked down to the side, “If that is the case, I do not blame you.”

“No, that isn’t what I meant at all!”

“You are a noble, so that cannot be what you are worried about. You are kind, beautiful, compassionate, patient…no doubt the people would love you.”

“Please, stop,” you begged under your breath, shutting your eyes.

Dimitri lifted your hand once more, grasping it in both of his own, this time, “You would make a wonderful mother. I have always dreamt of having a large fami-”

“That!” you almost sobbed, pulling your hand out of his. Even just hearing him say such things made your head spin and your stomach swirl, “That is the reason I cannot…we cannot…”

“You���do not wish to have a family?”

Why is this so hard? I wish it didn’t have to be this hard.

“I don’t want to…to have sex.”

“But…”

“Please, don’t try to change my mind,” your eyes met his, “If I thought I could manage it, even just for an heir, I would have done so in a heartbeat for you. But I have thought about it, and I have tried to change my mind.”

Your arms wrapped around yourself. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and your throat was beginning to tighten, “I love you, Dimitri. I love you so much that it hurts, but I just…I can’t do that. I could never betray myself.”

For a moment, there was nothing. You closed your eyes, and a droplet made its way from the corner of your eye down your cheek.

Suddenly, your tears were being wiped away. Dimitri had taken off his gloves and was cupping your face with his hands. His thumb swiped under your eyes, and the prince let his forehead rest against yours.

“That is all I would ask of you. Just knowing that you return my feelings is enough,” his eyes never left yours, “I love you. Not for what you can or cannot do, but because of who you are. We can work together to find the solution for that issue, but know that you are worth so much more than your desire to have children.”

He made you feel so foolish for even worrying. Of course you could work it out together. So long as you had one another, the rest could fall into place.

Separating his forehead from yours, Dimitri wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest. Though his armor was cold and unforgiving, his hands were warm. Kind, just as you had known them to be.

No matter what would happen next, you would always have Dimitri. He was all you needed to trust that everything would turn out for the best.

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“So, this is where you ran off to?”

“Woah! Who-?” your heart practically leapt into your throat as you spun around, quickly backing into the railing.

Claude laughed, though his gaze darted between you and the railing for a moment.

“Hey, take it easy! I just didn’t think you were the type to come to the Goddess Tower when you’re worried, is all. Don’t, uh…don’t throw yourself over the railing about it.”

Your eyes widened further than they had already once you realized how dangerous that could have been.

“Oh my-!” swiftly, you put distance between yourself and the rail. “N-No! That wasn’t my intention at all!”

A bit of tension left the royal’s body, at that. The release was visible.

“Good.”

A sigh turned into a breathy laugh from Claude, “Seriously, don’t scare me like that. I don’t know what I would have done if that encounter went differently.”

Like this, you could see just how shaken your leader actually was. It seemed to have quite the impact on you, too.

“Well…don’t follow people into towers only to scare them at the top! You scared me!”

“Okay, okay! It’s my fault, I’m sorry. Can we just…move past this now?”

You nodded, and a beat of silence passed between the two of you.

“...how did you know I was worried?”

“Intuition,” the wyvern rider smirked. “Come on, you don’t really think I see you as the type to ditch an informal celebration, right? One in your honor, no less?”

“It’s for all the Golden Deer, not just me.”

“I’m not hearing any argument on that first part.”

You paused, clenching your teeth behind your closed lips the slightest amount and looking to the side.

“Yeah, not really helping your case, there. You know you can trust me with anything, don’t you?”

He looked so lucid, and yet…timid? Sheepish?

…Afraid…?

Well, so were you.

“It’s…my mother. I just needed to get away from everyone; I didn’t want to ruin the celebration by forcing everyone to put up with me when…my heart really isn’t in it.”

“Oh,” that strange emotion from before left his eyes. Almost like he was…disappointed? “Is she sick?”

“That’s not it,” you turned away from him a little, shifting in the same direction as your gaze. “She sent me a letter. Now that the war is over, she’s going to force me to get married.”

Claude’s expression grew pensive, “...To force you…Do you not want to get married at all?”

You looked at him, then, “No…yes?” you took a breath, trying to start over, “It’s, um…I…”

“Take your time. You don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

He says that, but he seems to be more interested in this topic than the last…

Glancing aside again, you took a breath and released it.

“I’m afraid. I’m completely fine with marriage, but I can’t…” another deep breath as you lowered your voice, “I refuse to have children. Even the thought of sex makes me sick. Of course, there’s the matter of promising to spend my life with a stranger or someone I don’t love…though I wouldn’t hesitate to do that if it meant…”

Your eyes found Claude’s, only to see his expression frozen in what you believed was shock.

“Ah,” you recoiled slightly, “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have unloaded all that on you!” You blushed more than you knew capable, ducking your head out of his sight and covering your face with your hands, for good measure, “Just…forget I even said anything!”

“No, you’re completely fine! I’m just surprised this is the first time I’ve heard about any of this!” he reassured you, “I was just thinking,”

Well, that could have gone worse, at least.

“Let me get this straight,” you calmed yourself down enough to look at your house leader, noticing that expression from before returning to his face. “You would rather marry a complete stranger than someone you loved, just so long as you knew you wouldn’t have to have sex with them?”

You nodded, afraid he was judging you.

Instead, Claude let out a breath of air through his nose, “In that case, I think I have a solution to both of those problems.”

He crossed the short distance between you, taking both your hands in his own and lifting them before you could process what was happening.

“Marry me.”

“-! Claude…” you breathed.

“I love you. I love you enough to respect your boundaries because what matters to me is that I get to spend my life at your side. The thought of you marrying some stranger just to be true to yourself…Even if you don’t love me-”

“I do!” you cried, beginning to tear up. “I do love you, Claude, this is just…I didn’t want to force any of this onto you. A lot of people see this sort of thing as a deal-breaker, and I…I couldn’t do that to you-!”

Claude let go of your hands, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. He felt you shake as you took a breath, tears now flowing freely from your eyes.

“You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I love you, just like this.”

Your tears came even faster as you outright sobbed into his chest. Not even your own mother had said such words to you. At home, you were more of a nuisance than a noble; a pawn that was reluctant to be played.

Pulling away slightly, you wiped your eyes and looked into Claude’s green ones.

“I…I have to be sure. You’re really okay with spending your entire life with me without…a-and you won’t with anyone else, either? Is that really what you choose?”

The Almyran King chuckled, “Well, I can’t say it’s a path I anticipated for myself, but I can’t say I anticipated you having this preference, either.” He smiled at you, “It just goes to show I have so much more to look forward to learning about you, and I can’t imagine letting anyone else get ahead of me, there,” Claude winked.

You didn’t move, waiting.

“Just like I said, though, a large part of my happiness comes from being near you. There’s no way I’m giving any part of it up just so I can bed someone each night. You’re the one I fell in love with, not your body or what you could have offered in the bedroom.”

Finally, you sighed and felt something in your chest relax.

“Don’t get me wrong, though! I still expect you to have a pillow and a blanket waiting in there! This isn’t gonna work if I wake up with my back stiff each morning.”

Giggling, you stepped back into him, the two of you holding one another with silly grins on your faces.

The future looked brighter with someone who loved you at your side.

[vilhelios]

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[veranda-larkspur]

Hi! Can I request Joseph x Gender neutral s/o Headcanons where he’s sick and the reader takes care of him? Like trying to take his mind off Claude, ect. <3 some hurt comfort. Thanks

Oh yeah, I got this <3

Hopefully i do your idea justice.

You immediately knew something was wrong.

He's always the first person to your room, waking you up with small snacks and morning kisses. Perhaps cuddling for an hour or two if neither of you have anything to do that day.

He always said it's because he wants to be the first person you see that day, and also the last.

It's become a ritual for you both.

So when you wake up, without the rhythmic knocking of your beloved on your door, you immediately sought him out.

It didn't take you long at all to arrive at Joseph's room.

Though, you give credit to the fact you shoved Jack down the stairs for more speed. His feelings were more hurt hatn anything.

You'll apologize later.

Your knocking is rapid and worrisome as you call out to Joseph.

It's silent for a moment.

You try again.

Still nothing.

It's only when you threaten to knock down the door that you get a shake answer

It's Joseph! But his voice sounds odd...

It's when he coughs that you understand what's going on

You didnt know that dead people can get sick.

As you open the door, you see Joseph hide under his blankets.

Also abnormal behavior for him.

You sit on the bed, trying to coax him out of his soft shell, yet he refuses.

You ask him why.

Joseph debates with himself at first, but then relents.

"I... don't wish to get you ill."

Oh. That's it?

Joseph seems taken aback from your reaction.

And a little offended.

Joseph started going on and on about his illness.

He isn't a living person! That means that if he had gotten sick, it must be bad!

Illness spreads easily! Any breath of his may kill you!

And that's when you understand. He doesn't think your immune system is weak in the slightest, but if you get sick like Claude had...

He doesn't want to entertain the thought.

So the two of you come to an agreement.

You can't be near him for the duration of his illness. And instead, must have Emily take care of him.

And Joseph will get Victor to deliver the letters that he'll write you while he's in his room.

After that, Joseph will have an "extended recovery period" after Emily gives him the ok.

(He's fine, it's just a way for you to play nurse without the risk of getting sick since you missed out on it before.)

In short, Joseph has too much anxiety about you getting sick to let you near him. But that doesn't mean that he'll stay away from you completely. Just give him some time.

Besides, his letters are quite cute. You suppose you can wait a few days before getting a chance to doctor him around if you can receive the cute drawings he sends you.

[lovelyfaustus]

Hey! Hope you're doing well and I hope you'll be okay soon!! Stay healthy! May I request a Claude x Reader(Gender-Neutral) where reader is insecure and doesn't sleep due to overthinking about their insecurities?

It's okay if not, take your time too! Hoping for your speedy recovery!💙💙💙

Hey hun! i deeply apologize for such a late reply, i checked your tumblr just to make sure you’re still active and that you’ll see this. please enjoy!

Claude Faustus with an insecure reader

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omg this gonna be so cute!!!

🕸️ Claude does not care for human aesthetics

🕷️ he never has and probably never will

🕸️ when you told him you were insecure, he straight up would just ask, “Why?”

🕷️ Claude knows that humans tend to be insecure, even if it’s only about one thing, he just cannot understand why

🕸️ Claude can truthfully say he has never met a creature he considered ugly (besides sebastian ofc), simply because humans will be humans. He knows humans are all physically unique compared to each other

🕷️ For comfort, Claude would sit at the end of your bed and tell you the things he likes about you and why he likes those things

🕸️ If you started crying because of an insecurity, i see Claude as the type to blankly stare at you and tell you that your insecurities do not matter and you are stuck in your body forever until you die

here’s a little scenario so i can better paint the picture loll

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It was a slow day. The clouds drifted across the sky as the sun rays bled into a deep red and faded yellow, and you were already in bed. Claude had been downstairs tidying up, placing things where they were originally before moved and admiring the webs woven into the corners of the houses windows in particulate order. It was quiet inside, and Claude had just washed the dishes and put them away after dinner.

He made his way upstairs, in an almost ghostly manner, with how faint his foot steps were. You laid your head upon your pillow with the covers over your head. The curtains were closed and the lights were off, the only light entering the room from the purple skies through the windowpane. Claude peered into the room before slowly making his way toward your silhouette. “Are you alright?” Claude asked in a whisper, but you did not reply and only slightly shifted your body away from his. “You are human, and that’s as good as it is going to get for you.” Claude turned to face the direction of your upper body, expecting an actual response, but to no avail.

a low sigh escaped Claude’s mouth as he stood up and walked to the door, “I cannot give you the proper advice on how being human should be, so please excuse my ignorance. Your insecurities are not of importance as you think they are. What you are insecure of is what builds your character. Dare I say, you are beautifully human, and that is a gift. Please do not throw that away.”

A click was heard signifying the door was closed and footsteps faded away, proof that Claude had left the room. About an hour later, Claude would call for you downstairs and ask if you’d like to go on a midnight walk to clear your head if you did not feel comfortable enough speaking about earlier. He would drape his coat over your shoulders and tell you the names of flowers as you passed them by. In modern times he would probably treat you to a 2am mcdonald’s adventure. When you got back home, he would stay up as late as you, probably a little after you’ve fallen asleep to make sure you are safe and okay.

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he cares bby

[sleepingdeath-light]

can u do a claud x sesbation x gender fluid chubby black y/n pls nsfw to

Smut Headcanons | Claude & Sebastian (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being genderfluid, black and chubby - but as only one of the above criteria applies to me, please let me know if i accidentally misrepresent the reader’s identity in anyway!

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

whilst claude tends to be more staunchly dominant, sebastian is open to being either dominant or submissive depending on what the situation calls for

both are happy to ravish and ruin you — with sebastian focusing on pleasure from behind whilst claude tends to prefer pleasuring you face-to-face

both men enjoy marking you with bite marks and cuts and brands — though they also enjoy bruising pain play even if those marks aren’t as visible on you after the fact

sebastian also enjoys being marked due to his masochistic streak, so feel free to bite/smack/cut/bruise/burn/brand him to your heart’s content

claude uses non-gendered terminology when referring to you in the bedroom, though all of it leans degrading (“pathetic human”, “desperate play thing”, “weak”, “cock sleeve” and so on)

sebastian will ask for your preference in the moment (usually before you start foreplay) and will adjust his language appropriately based on that and what role he’s filling (��master” -> “mistress” or “lord/lady” -> something neutral, if bottoming, for example)

due to his dominant streak, claude is more than happy to rough both you and the other demon around a bit — manhandling you with ease and scrapping with sebastian until both are bleeding and panting

claude prefers to fuck you in positions like the mating press or anything that has you contorted in some way that shows off your curves for him

sebastian, meanwhile, prefers to fuck you in doggy style or reverse cowgirl as both allow him ample access to your ass, hips and thighs

threesomes will usually involve sebastian fucking you from below whilst claude takes you from behind — or something like the spit-roast position

if you enjoy fighting for dominance then both will indulge you (the bratty sebastian more so), but the best you’ll get is a secondary dominant position over sebastian as claude is very attached to his role

they bicker and fight over who pleases you the best and will actively compete to gain favour with you by going down on you at various points

in short; good luck walking after a night with these two possessive, sadistic demons

[suvidrache]

I would like to request if that's okay. Could you write for Claude Faustus x wife! demon! reader where they head to bed at the end of the day to breathe and just be cuddly with each other?

here you go. and for future reference, you can find my rules in my pinned. very rarely do I deviate from gender neutral pronouns. so your request is not written with a female reader.