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If it's not difficult for you, then can I request Claude frollo x a witch!fem!reader? The fact is that the reader is a witch with a beautiful and gorgeous voice, and she earns her living by singing. And during her street performance, Frollo falls in love with her. But after he finds out that she is a witch, a dilemma begins inside him between burning her or accepting and coming to terms with his feelings.

Singing of the untouched rose

warning : obsession, ambiguous fantasies, mention of witch burning, implied torture, no use of Y/n

Summary : The witch or just a pretty woman with flowers and a voice that made people happy. The judge who saw the streets full of sins laid his eyes on her it was clear for such a pretty flower there was only his strangulation on her or death by fire.

Info : Ahhh i missed writing for my favorite thank you anon for the request and i'm sorry it's so late but i just didn't have time so have fun with it ;)

cover from me ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Summer descended on Europe, the continent was bathed in green and every flower blossomed, the forests turned their splendid leaves to the sunshine and the atmosphere brightened.

A mood that commanded the people, commanded the children who played in the fields of flowers, the adults who treasured and sold the flowers and the old people who told stories of even more colorful times. A time that Paris also remembered, a time in the Middle Ages when people feared demons, werewolves and witches.

Demonic women with crooked backs and black, ugly teeth or wondrous shapes that lured men and children into their huts with lust and sweets. But there could be no such thing in Paris, not under the watchful eye of Judge Claude Frollo, who could see the whole of Paris from his presence, from Notre Dame Cathedral to the filthy slums where the filth gathered.

He had seen it all and soon he would be visiting the Festival of Flowers at dawn, the official start of summer. A festival that was too festive, too cheerfully euphoric and a festival where you could no longer rely on your senses.

A festival where jesters and jugglers could be seen making puppets dance, couples adorned with flowers and where every merchant suddenly showed his finest, ,,A festival of colorful hypocrisy," he had mumbled when morning came and he had left his balko after a cup of wine.

He could already hear the cheerful bells and other musicians from his front door, who had already begun to make music while Paris was decorated with colors. But he had to go there, it was his heavy burden to go to the sinners and sinners' houses to wave and smile when he blessed a child.

Hiding his face as often as he could behind the dark curtain of the carriage that drove through the city from the poorest neighborhoods to the richest, arriving to his life in the main square where most of the flowers were.

He smelled the sweetness, the fresh food, the laughter and the colorful surroundings and was about to raise his hand to make the carriage go faster…before he heard it. It was a song as bright and clear as the chirping of birds, heralding the dawn and hope of the seasons.

,,Stop the carriage at once!" he hissed and pulled aside the dark purple curtain to try to recognize this temptation, this bewitchment. His dark eyes swept across the square, searching for the source past the people, the old, the children and the sinful adults as he caught sight of it.

He saw her in a circle of flowers, her body moving sinuously like a flower, revealing herself in her colorful dress, her lips, her exposed neck making those beautiful sounds.

Opening the carriage door, he walked towards her slowly as if taken in, his guards simply pushed the guards aside until Frollo stood a few meters in front of her. ,,The singing flower fairy!" he heard the cries of a gauger juggling and throwing more flowers into the circle, a circle of beauty, a circle of his greed like hands that wanted to reach for her, his hands wanted to lay their hands on her.

Walking up her legs, which flashed every now and then under her dress in a drift, her arms and hands gripping her to see if this pretty creature would fight back up to her neck around which he wanted to put his hands.

The judge heard her singing, heard that sweet voice and in his conviction she heard her voice already haunting him at night full of unprotection.

He recognized the song recognized the song about summer the flowers but also recognized her true side suddenly saw the flash of the knowing smile on her lips as she came towards him and almost playfully seductively let her hands wander lightly over her body.

A closed rose, a hint of the devil's grasp on her body, he saw the witch's mark on her forearm. It had to be cauterized and he drew in his breath almost sharply and closed his hands into a fist as he imagined the screams from the dungeon from the torturer.

,,A performance that makes the summer chill from your beautiful, enchanting voice…Fairy," he said, choosing his last word as he reached into his pocket for his wallet, pulling himself together to keep the goaty hands that were being pushed back by the guards.

He let the gold coin that flashed in the light twist slightly between his fingers and held it in front of him, ,,Take the gold," he said and watched with a smile as she climbed over the flowers and came towards him.

The sweet smell surrounded him in an instant and he was sure it must be a witch, he had read the witches' hammer hundreds of times, he knew how to recognize a witch.

She had him, wanted him there was no doubt that he had to live out his power as a judge he should have spackled her on the hla so sweetly and gently she should have dragged her tears away with his fingers kissed away in the dark at night.

Before he put the torches to her body and saw her fall apart, her screams would fade away and he would free her soul from the devil…but now he had her in front of him.

Saw how she was in danger of being caught by the witch and wanted to take the golden coin as he held her tightly and pulled her back to him, his form crouching over her, his black cloak seeming to cover everything as he whispered to her, ,,You witch have sin in you. If you love your pretty neck you need only come to me…repent on your knees before God, show me you mean no harm and you will survive".

Words that brought fear and uncertainty into her pretty eyes as she tore herself away and picked up her things, not wanting to know if he would chase her, if he would hunt her like a hunter hunts his prey.

But the judge let her go, a satisfied smile on his lips as he took the closed rose she had left behind and, coat billowing in the wind, got back into the carriage, which returned to his residence at a cracking pace.

But his eyes had long since settled on the rose, ignoring the shouts and noises from outside, instead his fingers were already opening the unopened rose, forcibly separating the petals to have the inside untouched for himself, he would be the first to touch this pretty flower…he would touch it either in the darkness of his own righteousness or kissed by the fire burning before him.

Whichever it was with the violent severing of the pretty petals that flew from the carriage and were blown by the wind, fate decided the judge and his witch.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 3 months

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Rising of the moon and the revenant

Frollo x nuns! readers

warning : obsession, manipulation, drinking blood, murder happened (getting rid of a corpse), Frollo is a creep, no use of Y/n, fluff/comfort (as far as you can call it fluff)

Summary : The evening is over the night is here new prayers and the devil have laid on him. He wasn't punished he was promoted he got something he deserved for a long time. Her chaste heart doesn't know what shadow has fallen on her this night. Something that will become her dreadful nightmare.

info : The second chapter of the Frollo mini series i'm glad you liked the first part (thanks for any support) i had fun writing it and hope you enjoy reading it ;)

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Part.1, Part.3, Part.4, Part.5

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Faith makes you strong. Faith can mean many things: faith in oneself, in one's family and friends, faith in humanity, in the king and queen of the throne. Or faith goes into the writings of the great philosophers who changed the world with their words, the deeds of heroes who made the world hold its breath.

Or it was the belief in heaven and hell in which both God and the devil ruled and reigned. They were places of infinite redemption and infinite pain.

On the clouds dressed in pure white singing with the angels and being at peace or in hell burning in the stages of hell, bleeding and being torn apart by demons, devils and other creatures that overcame human understanding and knowledge. But faith gives and takes. It can give you strength by simply praying or faith can take everything away if you go against God's plans.

But while God seemed to be everywhere in every life he had created, even the earth itself, the devil was all the darker. In the shadows, in the sins, in the sins of the seventh death, in the bodies of whores and drunken men. In the shadows of the streets pervaded by murder and lust.

The cats, bats, wolves and rats dark creatures who obeyed him who obeyed his demons who obeyed a revenant.

Revenants, the once living humans who could not help it until a certain time when they let sin into their hearts. The bite of evil was enough to poison people's hearts and make them scratch the inside of the coffin after their death.

Scratching and screaming could be heard until the revenants were dug up and set free or, better still, left to rot in the ground. But there was always someone who could escape from their coffin, a creature, a monster, a creature that had to be wiped out, a revenant like the ones in the church books. But it was just such a creature that got free, which Paris chose as his hunting ground for a while.

For a world of decades and centuries he saw the construction, the wars, the royal families rise and fall. Until his time came and he grew tired of it all...but there was one last thing he wanted to do.

He wanted a successor, he wanted a monster, a creature that would carry on his deeds with even greater bloodlust. A bloodlust that he had found in someone who would not be more perfect.

The judge Claude Frollo, a man of power and duty for the entire city. But above all, it was a man who represented the other side of his coin. He was the side of the living and the monster was the side of the dead.

He had been given many names, but when he gave him the kiss of death, his teeth drew blood and the poison of his own blood spilled into his youth, it was done and the dark shadows continued to move across the lands.

But now he had it, Frollo had it all back, he had life, he had strength and he had power. More power than he could ever have.

This bite of his faith that had been his back then when he had taken Quasimodo in because he was in awe of God, of the holy ones and still had something on the word of the Archdeacon. But now, when he had tasted the blood after coming home, something was completely different.

It was more aromatic and more intense than any alcohol or food he had ever tasted. Everything seemed more intense, the creaking of the wooden floorboards of his house all the louder, the sounds of the night ringing in his ears and his own voice strange.

It was unusual, like waking up from a trance after satisfying his bloodlust. ,,What fascinating powers the devil can give," he murmured and wanted to look at himself in the mirror in his room to see if he looked like the creature himself, but instead he backed away.

The mirror, the large gilded mirror, didn't show him...or didn't seem to show an image. Putting his hand to the cool material he saw only what his eyes saw he could look down and see that he was not a mass of bats but perhaps it was time, the record of the revenants was old but he must still have it somewhere.

,,Like years before by the power of blood" he whispered his thoughts to himself as he saw how he didn't look the same as two decades ago but the traces of age seemed to fade slightly as he searched through the books in the private library.

His eyes flew over the pages at a speed that almost made him dizzy everything seemed different and yet pleasantly different. It was the gift of the devil, the demon who had heard his prayers and voices...he had heard his demands for her.

His beloved, his nun, his one and only, whom he had craved and wanted ever since he had laid his eyes on her. It was natural that someone so good as he had been doing his duties and his job as judge of the city for decades was rewarded with things beyond materialistic coins and other objects.

It was his reward from the god of the underworld, the hell that controlled everything dark and negative, who heard him because God was already in his heart. ,,He wants me to bring you to me, to ruin your sins," he wandered on with his thoughts, not realizing how he was almost effortlessly emerging into the shadows of his house without realizing it.

It was a power he had yet to realize, a power he had yet to harness, a power he had yet to use after he had gained it through work and his righteousness. He continued to teleport through the house in the dark until the cold smell hit his nose.

The stable boy. He had killed him just as the Judge saw it as he walked out of his house into the shadows still not quite sure what his power was but when he saw the bath the body parts scattered in the straw and the dark red looking black without the moonlight he wrinkled his nose at the smell of what he had done. Well, I'll take care of that later, he thought, but left Snowbald in the stable and let his hand wander over the animal.

The stallion was warm and full of life he listened to the quiet heartbeat even though Snowbaldd realized that something was wrong and nudged him which made Frollo smile, ,,You felt it, didn't you?" he asked the animal who just snorted and waited to see if an owner would come up. But why go up at night when he could do something much better, when he could do what he could only do during the day...he could finally get to her.

Turning away from his house, he looked around him, his neighborhood was a little further away from the common people anyway, from the rich only a few streets away, he was relatively alone. No one would see him, not even if he walked with the darkness, he knew exactly where he had to go. Where she lived. Where she slept.

Focusing on her location and a blink of an eye later he found her in the darkness neither it seemed like a simple shift but it was longer but before you realize it and the tingle appeared it was over. ,,Fascinating," he murmured and continued through the darkness, running and teleporting further and further, spared even by the light of the moon.

He was the darkness, he was the horror, he was now the evil Paris had to fear and he would use his new power to get it. His figure flitted through the night, sneaking from the streets to the alleys and houses until he arrived at the attic apartment below, where there was a flower store, pretty and colorful by day and dark by night. But he knew that she lived upstairs under the roof with the iron balcony that gave her a view of the cathedral.

Standing below, he concentrated on the balcony, knowing that he was coming up there. Concentrating again on the dark, he dissolved for a moment into the dark shadows and arrived at the top of the balcony. Looking behind him, he had to suppress a grin as he realized how strong he was, how good he would be, how powerful he was.

But his attention went to the room when he heard her heartbeat he was quiet she seemed to be sleeping maybe dreaming but most of all he didn't notice her when he went into her room and emerged from the darkness behind her curtains. ,,So innocent...blood-rich...heartfelt...so desired" Frollo mumbled as he saw her nun's robe folded on the chair but not the rosary that went to her bed a simple but sufficient for her he saw that she was holding something under the covers.

She was lying on her side, her eyes closed and her hair visible, which was usually hidden under the dark fabric. Feeling this newness in him, he wanted her even more than before, this time he wanted her completely from her body to her mind to her blood and her soul. He wanted her completely for himself.

Leaning over her, he placed his deathly cold hand on her cheek for the first time. He touched an angel for the first time, he seemed to feel the holy scripture, what he always wanted.

He had faith in his hand, the heaven he prayed for, he had her. Moving over her cheek he slowly traced the shape of her lips came closer to her his body moved to her bed quietly inaudible.

She slept in her sweet head, probably things were going on that would soon be filled by him. She smelled sweet not surrounded by incense or the scent of wax from the candles, no old beeb sides no she smelled sweet when she was not surrounded by the house of god. It was a sweet smell that radiated from her heart.

It was beguilingly captivating and he wanted it he seemed to want to hold it in his hands felt his fangs forming like when he had attacked the stable boy.

He could have her here and now, he could take her here and now, and yet as he came closer to her neck his hand held her even if she was asleep and didn't notice him, he wouldn't allow a disturbance. It would be easy to take her, to bite her, to drink the sweetness that attracted him next to her.

He came closer to her neck, his teeth scraping the skin, drawing blood slightly, but then he felt a sting. His hand, which had lifted the blanket, revealed her beautiful body adorned with a light white nightgown.

Her body so accessible he would have wanted to know when she was standing how she looked moving slightly back and forth in the moonlight when the wind blew around her.

But as beautiful as she was, the feel in his hand as he gripped her hand was real, it was something like it reminded him of his old life as if he had lived in this new existence forever.

Incredulous, he pulled himself back into the shadowed window and looked down at his hand in disbelief, a burn mark was visible but already healing. The rosary flashed through his mind as he approached her again and saw with a consumed smile that bared his sweet teeth that he was healing away from her.

In her hand was the rose cross, his gift of holiness before he engaged with the devil, it was pure irony. ,,You didn't know, dear?" he asked the sleeping woman and let his hands wander over her body once more, coming closer to her but shaking himself from the rosary, it was uncomfortable, it still seemed to burn slightly but it taught him lessons like a little boy, he had to start to understand it all.

Before he left her with a kiss on her lips, holding back his desire and unable to taste it, he would. He disappeared from her room, the street and the houses and went back to his own house.

He disappeared from the dark into his home again and spent the last hours of the night reading and writing things down in books and writings.

The hours went by and it seemed as if everything was passing all the more quickly, as if all life was passing all the more quickly. He was still lying in his room when the rooster's cry and the people's voices slowly became louder and more present.

,,The people are waking up again without knowing what has happened," he murmured as he looked out, his eyes having to adjust a little to the brightness, but as he held his hand in the light, not knowing whether it would burn or crumble to dust, it was extinguishable.

It was much warmer than usual on a late spring day but he could stand it as he didn't have to go outside that often. But something came to his mind when he saw the town guards patrolling and taking up their positions again, the stable boy.

The light one who happened to be lying brutally murdered with him, ,,It's a tragedy such a young life someone must be held responsible...search the wagons of the traveling people, search the bars and strengthen the guards in the poor parts of the city...I want honesty!" he told the commander of the city guard and saw that the blond felt sorry and uncomfortable as they stood in front of the judge's stable.

Froll had waited a few moments before running to the guard post, out of breath and shaken, he had told them what had happened, fearing for himself and his horse that someone was after him.

It was a simple matter for the guard to take the body and only a few hours later his stable looked like a new stable boy had been found and Phoebus was dealing with the case.

Once again his position of power proved to bring him more than just influence it was his control over the entire city. But he didn't have control over it much to his chagrin because after still having to deal with all the paperwork of his job he got on Snowball and rode to the church knowing she was gone knowing she came to the church from her job at the orphanage to help out where she could.

The church he called into his head on the stairs it was only hours ago was almost unbelievable if he didn't feel the bites himself. As he left Snowball and stepped into the church, a shudder came over him.

It was fear, discomfort and danger that told him he shouldn't be here it was completely different and yet....there she stood by the candles feeling them so that the people could mourn their dead.

He walked over to her, leaning on the benches and pillars every now and then when his body stopped in fear, the gazes of the angels and holy figures seemed to judge him. It was a shock, but she was his angel when he came to her, she revealed herself to him and came over to him.

But as soon as he came to him, he saw her wearing a second layer of fabric around her neck, ,,Good morning my dear, I hope you slept well...if I may, you look a little tired," he said and pointed to the bench to sit down, which she did, folding her hands in her lap.

He saw her pondering as her gaze went over the colors and finally to him, even though she always lowered her gaze, almost not noticing how formal and from she was.

Before she finally admitted, ,,Yes, I had a nightmare, nothing serious it seemed like shadows were plaguing me," she admitted and clasped her rosary that hung around her neck tighter around the expensive materials and prayed in silence.

It was the same tool that healed him from her and perhaps this was good for a moment, ,,I think the food at my place will give you a good night's sleep, can I expect you tonight?" he asked and slowly rose from the bench again, not only did he feel the fear leave him but his desire for his new food was gone and he had to strike again.

He saw the young nun stand up, let go of her rosary and move slightly, answering him with a ,,I'll be there at eight o'clock, Judge Frollo." She set a time that suited him, so he had plenty of time to prepare everything and feast on a new victim, blaming it on another accident or fugitive.

He turned away with a nod and said to her last, ,,Shadows are only shadows my dear they always surround us" before he left her back in the church and hurried out of the sacred building faster than he wanted to and was glad to be back with Snowbald on whom he mounted and took the reins.

The sun is getting too hot, he thought and ran his hand over his forehead as he looked up at the sky and steered his stallion back towards his house.

His new body had advantages, very good advantages, advantages that made him even more of what he was meant to be. The judge of the world a world full of sins.

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