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temporaryrose200 · 8 months

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✩My Soon-to-be husband✩

✟pairing: Claude X Fem Reader

✟genre: Yandere

✟warning: Yandere, mention of murder, keeping someone under their own will.

✟scenario

✟fandom: Who Made Me A Princess

✟summary: Weeks of searching for a way back to you world was becoming was becoming slimmer and slimmer. A week before your wedding day, Claude calls for you.

✟a/n: This is another part to this headcanon I made a while back. If you haven’t read part one, you should!:)

Narrow eyes scanned the bookshelves of the palace library, desperately trying to find a book. A book of magic to be precise. Having only been staying at the palace for a month now, you had been desperately trying to find some way back to your world. In only a week, you would married to that demon man, Claude. As soon as you arrived to the palace that day, Claude had wanted the wedding to take place the next day, obviously scared about this information, you begged the emperor to wait a month or so to at least let you settle. After a bit of persuading, he finally agreed, unknowingly giving you time to find a way out of this nightmare. But as days passed, escaping began to feel hopeless.

Picking up one of the many books on the shelf, you quickly skimmed through, eyes searching for certain words. Like many other times though, nothing came up and with a frustrated sigh, you closed the book and stuffed it back onto the shelf. Having been in this library every chance you got, you had nearly been through every single spell book the palace had to offer and nothing came up!

Hearing the sound of the door opening, heavy footsteps followed suit, you had a slight inkling feeling who it was. “What is it now Felix?” You questioned, eyes continuing to scan the dark oak shelf. The tall crimson red-haired guard was either here for two reasons. Reason one: To check up on you and see if you haven’t escaped or planning an escape, and then reason two: To call for you…

A shudder went down your spine at the thought of seeing that cold-hearted emperor, praying to the gods for it to be the first option. “I apologise for disturbing you Miss [name], but his highness has summoned you” Felix spoke softly. Glaring down at your clenched fist, you didn’t have a choice in the matter. Claude didn’t care if he had to order someone to drag you to him, as long as you’re brought to him without a single scratch on your body. And he will check. So not wanting to put another poor guard through what happened the last time you refused, you obligated. Carefully stepping down the ladder steps, Felix under you making sure you don’t accidentally fall. Reaching the final step, the redheaded guard with a firm grip on your wrist, guided you down. Feet now on the ground, you and the Royal guard made your way out of the comfort of the library to the vicious lion’s den.

Following slowly behind with Felix leading the way, you could feel the eyes of passing servants go by, pity filled in their eyes. You tried to ignore them, but soon it became impossible when they began mumbling to one another. Muttering softly about the “disappearance” of your maid. But you know, everyone knows that she didn’t disappear! It was Claude who murdered that poor girl…

Finally stopping in front of a pair of white doors, Felix stepped forward and knocked lightly but still louder enough for someone to hear. It was dead quiet, nobody answered and you let out a relieved sigh. Felix knocked again, this time louder, waiting for some kind of response. You tried hiding your excitement, you really did but it was too damn hard. You didn’t have to see that monster. Backing away from Felix, you gave the redhead a shrug with a fake pout. “Aww, looks like he’s not in.” The pout then morphed into a giddy expression and you waved over to the confused guard. “Well, see you.”

About to dash off, Felix grabbed your wrist, lightly pulling you toward him. “He could just be sleeping” Felix reminded. Placing a hand on the door handle, the man opened it. Your breath hitched and you cringed watching the door eerily open, reminding you of the horror movie you used to watch before you were trapped in this nightmare of a world. Eyes pleaded for Felix to let you go back to the library, you would have got on your hands and knees if it wasn’t for the royal guard pushing you into the dimly lit room. “You’re his fiancée, I don’t think he would mind if you woke him up and anyway, he did ask for you.” And with that the oblivious man closed the door, leaving you all alone inside the lion’s den.

Thoughts plagued your head, eyes scanning the room for any sign of Claude. Checking the comfy plush bed of your soon-to-be husband, you see no Claude. Wanting to believe that he had more pressing matters to attend to, you knew that hope was just a pipe dream. Even if his kingdom was on the brink of war, the emperor would still make time for you, and probably (definitely) even start a war for you. It horrifies you to the core to think a man like him could be that obsessed with someone. A man who killed his own flesh and blood…

E/C eyes landed on a nearby figure laying peacefully on an elegant white and golden couch. Approaching the man you would find yourself captivated by the sight. Even if he was a horrible man, you do have to admit that Claude was breathtaking to look at, though you would never say that out loud. A bit of his golden locks lay against his face, covering his soft smooth face. You don’t know what compelled you to do this next thing, moving a hand towards him, you push a few locks of hair away from his face and behind his ear. In this state, he looks peaceful. You found it weirdly cute, making you forget all the bad stuff he’s done to you and the people around him. An emperor that would kill thousands in your name now reminded you of a sleeping child. But soon that would change. Not wanting to disturb him, you pushed yourself up and as you were about to move away, a hand grabbed your arm with a tight squeeze. “Where do you think you’re going?” A chill went down your spine and you mentally cursed at yourself. How long had he been awake, was he really asleep or was it some sort of trick?!

The tight grip on your wrist would surely leave a bruise. Stuttering out a response, you tried coming up with something to get you got off this shitty situation. “Umm, W-well you see…I um-“ Becoming pissed with all this stuttering and stumping, Claude rolled his diamond eyes pulling you onto him. Falling onto his chest, an arm slithered around your waist. You knew fighting him would be futile and it would only anger him, so you stayed, your head resting against his chest, hearing the light thumps of the emperor’s heartbeat. Tears welling up In your beautiful E/C eyes, sobs escaped from your mouth and salty tears stained the blonde clothes. Was this your life, to be the wife of this monster? You had a second chance at life, which not many people had and it was already going down the gutter.

Claude on the other hand ignored your cries, instead, he imagined a perfect life with you. Just the two of you together forever, maybe even a child, if Claude was kind enough to share you. Who knows what the future will hold…

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married-to-google-translater · 8 months

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Can you do yandere Claude faustus and Sebastian Michaels with pregnant reader if you haven't already done that (also I'm new to your blog so I don't know if you do any yandere/dark thing if not just ignore my request)

Hey I hope you like this <3

Yandere Claude Faustus

Well, this wouldn't be a surprise

Claude thought this would be the perfect way to tie you to him.

This would also be a sign to all outsiders who you belong to.

Claude would already be really possessive.

And this is accentuated during your pregnancy.

You really can't do anything alone.

Claude is always close by to watch over you.

You really couldn't escape him.

Say goodbye to all your privacy.

He loves you and your soul very much.

And he doesn't want anything to happen.

Because you can always hurt yourself by accident…or "accidentally"

The pregnancy was not necessarily very wanted.

Claude doesn't want to take any risks.

He thinks you are really valuable.

Probably Claude doesn't care that much about the kid.

It doesn't bother him that the child exists.

But Claude cares more about you.

You should also behave well during your pregnancy.

Claude would easily take away comforts if you misbehaved.

Yandere Sebastian Michaels

This demon must have planned this.

Sebastian is good with mental manipulation.

At this time, social pressures would be great.

Now you surely couldn't leave him.

You want a good life for your child, don't you?

Although it is admitted that Sebastian would have preferred a cat.

But the child is also doing really well.

Sebastian would be proud of himself.

This would be a sign to everyone else that you were taken.

This idea could work if Sebastian would let you leave the house during your pregnancy.

But he really doesn't.

The outside world is already too dangerous.

And when you're pregnant it's even more dangerous.

Sebastian won't let anyone or anything hurt you.

So you really stay inside.

He would probably kidnap you as soon as he finds out about your pregnancy.

Sebastian would do everything to make your time pregnant as comfortable as possible.

Almost every wish of yours will be fulfilled.

There are no punishments either.

However, don't overuse it.

Sebastian remembers these actions even after your pregnancy.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 4 months

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Idk if ur taking asks or not but could i ask yandere sebastian and claude from black butler with a gn angel reader who basically sees them impure and is disgusted by the fact theyre demons and will make snark insults towards them before and after the kidnapping. Thank you!

This characterization sounds a lot like Ash If I remember correctly he's a fallen angel I'd honestly hope the not-fallen ones aren't so bad 🖤🖤🖤

Fallen Angel Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You hate all of those impure and tainted (in your warped vision). So naturally being defeated and subdued by any of those categories is already your worst nightmare. Too bad they’re doing it with a smile:

Sebastian Michaelis

“Ah, it seems your words are as violent as ever. Why don’t we expand your vocabulary?”

Thinks it nothing more than your weak little protests

He hardly takes you seriously to begin with

You are a fallen angel after all

if you couldn’t handle your birthright he doubts you really know anything at all

So he considers you a clumsy stupid idiot

A clumsy stupid idiot that belongs to him now

He doesn’t take it to heart it's just your defense mechanism anyway

He’s sure you’ll change your tune once you become as tainted and impure as he

Claude Faustus

“....We’ll have to work on that.”

Is actually very offended

What do you know about being impure when you are nowhere near pure yourself

And you’re so sure of yourself

There are a lot of people he can’t attack or punish outright

You are not one of them

He’s going to make sure you never say those things about him again

You’ll learn to respect him

One way or another

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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Those Who Live by the Sword.

Yan Claude von Riegan x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

Warnings: Yandere themes, unhealthy relationships and imbalanced power dynamics. Word count: 3k.

There comes a time in everyone’s life when they must test the boundaries of what they can and cannot get away with.

This has been your personal creed as of late. Though you now fight under the Leicester Alliance’s banner, the lack of a shared history with your fellow alma mater is tangible. It isn’t intentional on behalf of your comrades-in-arms, not that you can tell, but an inadvertent consequence of joining the ranks when you did.

The time in between battles and skirmishes stretches on seemingly forever. You adhere to a mundane routine: training, ensuring the integrity of your equipment, and wandering aimlessly like some specter in the night. No one troubles you and you trouble no one. You may share the same ambition, meager war rations, and thin tents that can barely keep the night’s chill at bay, yet your common ground ends there.

You thought this would be enough. Perhaps it will be, if you keep trying, so that’s what you’ve resolved yourself to do.

Sparks fly off the whetstone as you manipulate a chipped blade against it. You repeat the motion without reprieve, your muscles crying out their protests and your body heavier than the rock this stone was chiseled from. Raising the sword by the hilt, you inspect the fruits of your labor, then frown. A weapon incapable of striking down the enemy is as useless as it is potentially deadly for the wielder. And so you carry on your thankless task, seeing to the repair once more.

There’s a change in the breeze. A slight course correction that some may chalk up to nature’s design; inconsequential, unworthy of granting a second thought.

The hairs stand on the back of your neck. Firmly, you anchor yourself to the foreign soil, finding that it swallows your boot’s heels rather than spitting it back out. This wouldn’t be an ideal landscape to fight on. That’s why Claude chose to establish camp with this mire acting as a perimeter, deterring potential ambushes and conflicts without a drop of blood being spilled. It’s also why you ventured off here beneath the moon’s looming presence, not wanting to wake your fellow soldiers who often must go days without rest. If there’s anyone who deserves uninterrupted sleep, it’s them, and you eventually, when your goal has been achieved.

Unblinkingly, you study the thickets where you sense a presence to be staring back.

You hold your breath and consider your options. Vantage points, escape paths, where the terrain may prove a boon or a bane—

“Nothing dampens your senses, hm?” A feminine voice that rings familiar asks. From the verdure emerges a lone figure, whose once sky-colored hair is now a frosty mint. Your posture relaxes.

“Not if I want to live, no.”

She advances forward. Her eyes go from you to the whetstone, indiscernible in their intent.

“While being proactive is admirable, it isn’t a good idea to go off by yourself in hostile territory.”

Byleth no longer officially holds the title of professor, though she still acts the part. It’s never felt unwelcome, this inclination of hers to guide those under her command, but you’re no longer a child worrying over her next grade. You’re a cog in the machine of war. Those who steer said machine needn’t worry themselves with the specifics, so long as you can keep playing your part.

Yet for some reason, Byleth has often sought you out when you’re certain there are other, more pressing matters to attend to.

She jerks her head in the direction of the camp. “Let’s head back.”

You wipe the sweat accumulating on your brow.

“I’ll be right behind you. This shouldn’t take much longer.”

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t appear convinced.

“... You’re upset,” she reasons. The two words come out slow, cautious. Not caring for the pitying gaze that’s being directed toward you, you return to your previous task. “I get why. Still, Claude never issues orders without reason, you know that. He sees what we don’t even know to look for.”

Byleth has undergone a metamorphosis since she first walked the cobblestone avenues of the monastery, distant from everyone and everything. Her perception extends far past the battlefield. In many ways, Claude served as a sharpening stone for her, allowing qualities that had rusted over to shine through.

“I know.”

“Do you?” She challenges. Her voice slices clean through the air, though it’s not without tenderness. “Lately, you’ve been looking to prove yourself, right? It isn’t worth overexerting yourself.”

You gulp down the rest of what’s in your waterskin. “I’m not ‘overexerting myself’, I’m just trying to do my part.”

You glance down at the offending sword that dragged you into this conversation. The condition has greatly improved since when you started. It’s your hope that the owner will live longer thanks to your handiwork. The thought makes your mouth go dry, as if you hadn’t just been chugging water.

“Don’t you think it’s strange?” You murmur. In the distance, an owl warbles its song. “We need every fighting body we can get, we’re even outsourcing to mercenaries. What reason does he have for taking me off the battlefield ‘indefinitely’?”

Byleth places her hand on your shoulder. It weighs on you heavily. “There’s no one who knows how to use what’s at their disposal better than Claude. You’ve placed your trust in him before, don’t take it back now.”

“I’m not,” you respond, a hint too fast, like you were retracting your hand after almost being burnt. “I trust him, really, I do, but— I don’t know. First, it was removing me from the vanguard, then putting me in the safest part of the formation, and now this? I’ve become just another mouth to feed. A burden.”

Whether you intended to say this much, you don’t know, but it all comes tumbling out regardless. The fatigue, stress, and confusion have been building and building to a boiling point. It was only a matter of time before you’d get scalded.

Dead silence occupies the air, thick and potent. Neither wind nor animal stirs. You have company, and still, you’ve never felt more alone.

Eventually, Byleth gives your shoulders a squeeze. You think she intends to reassure you. “There is a reason. It’s an important one, too.”

“And what would that be?”

Momentarily, the composed countenance Byleth usually maintains cracks, showing an emotion you can’t quite identify.

In the blink of an eye, it’s gone.

“I think we both know that isn’t a question for me.”

As per Byleth’s request, you’ve allowed Claude to be the sole holder of your trust.

She didn’t need to convince you with lofty words and promises. The respect she’s accumulated from you sufficed. You convinced yourself that even if you felt like a deadweight, so long as the golden banner advanced, you’d swallow down your pride and accept Claude’s decision.

This personal covenant found itself tested within a few weeks.

The tides of war are a finicky thing. Momentum can be with your cause, almost to the point you’re convinced some divine power is on your side, then it all comes to a screeching halt. One stalemate and one loss — that will be what a historian one day will write in this bloody chapter of Fódlan’s history.

The groans of the wounded and silence left in the place of those who perished form a haunting symphony.

You find yourself in the tent Claude occupies. Understandably, he’s been busy as of late, unable to hold an audience with you. Bypassing common courtesy felt like the only way to get through to him, even if this is a breach of privacy. Any other ruler could have you sentenced for life if you tried pulling this stunt, but sticking to strict tradition has never been Claude’s philosophy. You’re confident the scaffold doesn’t await.

While awaiting his return, your eyes take to wandering. To the left stands a cot, a bow, and various quivers beside it in case of a surprise attack. In the middle is a crudely outfitted table, a map of Fódlan the centerpiece, scribbled with notes that are updated every time a scout comes back. His personal belongings are few and far between.

There is a single thing that catches your attention. A leaf that doesn’t match the flora of this area — one species found in Garreg Mach Monastery and nowhere else. You know this item well, for you’re the one who gave it to him, five years prior. On the eve of the White Heron Cup, you’d pressed leaves and gave them to your fellow students, regardless of class affiliation. You wanted to ‘preserve your bonds’, or whatever the naive dream was.

Considering the current state of the country, it’d seem your wishes fell on deaf ears.

He kept something silly like this for so long…?

“Are you here to assassinate me, by any chance?”

You almost jump out of your skin at the abrupt appearance of Claude. The man you’ve been seeking out all this time certainly knows how to make an entrance. The world itself takes a secondary role when he enters, fading away into an unidentifiable blur. His presence commands attention without him doing anything. There’s this magnetic aura surrounding Claude, a quiet brilliance, dazzling as a crystal.

“Of course not,” you reply. It’s terribly tempting to fall into a trap of lighthearted banter when he’s around, so you must remain vigilant. “I was only hoping to take a few minutes of your time.”

He frowns and visibly deflates. “There isn’t any requirement saying you have to speak so formally with me. You didn’t used to.”

“Wouldn’t you say that times have changed?”

“Times have changed, yes,” Claude relents. The twinkle in his eye tells you he’s far from finished. “That doesn’t mean you have to. I’ve always appreciated your candid nature, it’s refreshing. Even more so when you enter the convoluted world of politics like I have.”

“I think breaking into your tent is rather candid.”

“That it is. So,” he pulls out a rickety chair and sits, his posture open. “Let me guess. You’re here to challenge my order for you to remain off the frontlines?”

It’s always amazed you how he goes from beating around the bush to addressing a point directly. In every discussion, whether it be subtly or overtly, he finds a way to take the reins. His boldness temporarily takes you aback. You prepared an opening statement that’d help ease into your dissent, but that slips your mind like sand through your fingers.

“I don’t want to question your judgment. It’s just… I think I’d be better utilized out on the field. I came here to help, to fight.”

“For me, correct?”

You pause, gauging if he’s joking or not. It’s difficult to tell.

“I suppose that’s a way of putting it?”

Claude leans back in his chair and folds his legs. “You did your fair share of snooping around on me back then and even now. That assassin jibe really was a potential theory of mine at one point. I wasn’t sure what to make of you. Coming from me, that’s quite the compliment.”

He steeples his fingers.

“The solution was so simple that I hadn’t considered it. Maybe you weren’t aware of it yourself, maybe you were. You found me intriguing, to the point you’d be willing to leave your country of birth behind. This level of dedication, when we’d hardly exchanged words back in our academy days… let’s just say it endeared you to me.”

Heat rises to your cheeks.

“You shouldn’t joke around about stuff like that.”

“I’m not joking,” he flashes a handsome smile. “Knowing how tenacious you are, I thought it’d be best to give proper context to my decision. I don’t want you in harm’s way. This is what I get for trying to delay this conversation until after the war. A tent is the furthest thing from a romantic backdrop, but… beggars can’t be choosers, hm?”

Endeared you to me. Don’t want you in harm’s way. Romantic backdrop.

Your legs almost go out beneath you. “W-Wait, this isn’t— it can’t be— a confession?”

He puts his hands up as if in surrender. “Ah, you caught me. Is it all starting to make sense now?”

You scrutinize him without trying to hide it in the least. He might be using the casual language that’s typical of him, but his physiognomy is serious. His lips ease into a closed-mouth smile, his eyes contain a certain gentleness, and the tone of his voice is unlike any you’ve heard him use before. A tempest of thoughts and emotions encircles you. It’s stupefying, this situation you’ve stumbled into, almost dreamlike. While you aren’t certain if you reciprocate in full, his charm is undeniable.

You’re about to explain as much to him when a realization hits.

So much emphasis has been put on this revelation that the true reason for your meeting here was almost covered, sitting elsewhere and collecting dust.

The traps he sets are tempting indeed.

“So that’s the reason,” you say, almost breathless, “I can’t just sit back and watch everyone else put their lives on the line, knowing I’m not doing the same, because of favoritism.”

Claude sighs. The oil lamp sitting atop the wooden table flickers, casting shadows over his face. Green eyes take in your discontent through thick eyelashes. The undulating shadows become one with the bags forming beneath his eyes, a testimony to the relentless pursuit of his dream. The sheer exhaustion staring back at you pokes and prods at your heart. You don’t want to add to his stress, you want to help, but this isn’t something you can concede on.

“It’s only going to get more dangerous as we advance on the capital.”

“Which is why I—”

“I won’t allow it, simple as that,” Claude cuts you off. There’s a dangerous edge to his voice he rarely ever uses with others. He wants this conversation over with, that much is evident. “Why do you think I kept that gift from you, hm? It always appealed to me, that optimism of yours, so willing to overlook what everyone else in this land and the ones beyond it fixates on. I’d look at it and remember I wasn’t the only one who aimed for something better.”

You know the expression that etches itself onto his face. That’s the look of a man willing to do anything, give everything, to obtain what he wants.

“So. You can huff, glare at me, do anything you please really, but I won’t be changing my mind. Not on this. I’d prefer not to gamble more than I care to lose, for once.”

It’s as if a spirit possesses you. Your legs stride toward him, magma flowing hot through your veins, searing you from the inside out. He remains unwavering upon your approach, silently testing to see what it is you may do next. You grasp at his collar with hands that are calloused from a lifetime of training. Your height overtakes his while he remains sitting, and yet, you feel he’s the one looking down on you from an unreachable podium.

“And what about what I want?”

“You should want to live.”

“I want to fight.”

“There are more ways to help than shedding blood.”

“Are we at a point where that’s true?”

“We will be,” Claude places the palm of his hand over your clenched fist. “Is it so bad that I want to keep you safe?”

The expression you regard him with speaks louder than words.

“Alright, alright, I expected as much. You aren’t one to be convinced by words alone, which is truly a shame, because talking is my whole thing… that leaves taking action then. Are you going to let this play out without raising a fuss, or am I going to have to get creative here?”

This enigmatic phrasing does not sit well with you. He could already foresee that you weren’t planning on hanging back now that you know the true reason for his command, further narrowing your options of retaliation. It isn’t like he’d be in a position to do anything if you were out on the field, his attention would be forced elsewhere.

Claude’s serious about this. He’d truly have you twiddling your thumbs and wallowing in idleness while you watch faces leave that you might never see again.

You try retracting your hand. He doesn’t let you.

“What exactly does ‘get creative’ mean?”

“Well, since you asked,” he closes his eyes and hums, as if in deep thought, “Posting guards to keep an eye on you, physically restricting your movements, or even sending you back to the monastery with an escort. There are plenty of options, really.”

Eyes narrowing, you dare to call his bluff. “You can’t spare the manpower it’d take to escort me back.”

“Ah, I think you’re mixing the phrases ‘can’t’ and ‘would prefer not to’. Trust me — I’d love to keep you close to keep a better eye on you — but we can’t always get what we want. If I think you’re preparing to pull a stunt that’d put your life in danger, I’ll act accordingly. That’s a promise.”

It isn’t often you’re faced with such an immovable force. His relaxed posture belies his serious intent, the discordance is further unsettling you.

Then you’re struck with an epiphany.

“If you won’t listen to me, you’ll listen to the Professor, right?” If there’s a hint of haughtiness to your tone, no one can blame you. “There’s no way she won’t think you’re overstepping your boundaries by acting like this.”

Your threat doesn’t phase him in the least. If anything, there’s a hint of amusement on his visage, as if you told him a joke in good fun. He has the decency not to laugh, but from the crinkling of the skin beneath his eyes, he might as well be.

“You’re more than welcome to try. I should warn you, though…”

Hues of piercing green bore through you.

“Half of this was her idea.”

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random-yandere-fandom · 2 years

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Hi! Your requests are open, right? Right..?👉👈

Please! Please, i'm begging you! I really need the second part, about yandere Claude and Sebastian with their mother! When our demon boys have already grown up up, but mama still loves them, and they love mama.

Maybe even in the time span of Alois and Ciel..? Or if you don't like it, then i have another idea. Like mama is very sick, and she didn't tell them about it. And the boys will have to, somehow, fulfill contracts and take care of her? OR! Or this. A man (a human, a demon, a reaper, no matter who) became romantically insistently interested in mama, and the boys do not like it very much.

Or if you don't like my ideas, i'll be very happy to read yours! If you, in general, are not interested in this idea, then everything is fine! Just say: "no". I love you so much, no matter what.

Thank you so much! Love you!

Yep, requests are open! And thanks so much for the kind words and I like all of these ideas, so guess what? It's gonna get really chaotic with all three scenarios happening at once! (I did focus on the being sick part though)

Part one

Platonic yandere Sebastian with his mother

This contract was really taking up a lot of time. Not only had the brat named him after a dog, but he had been unable to visit his mother (how he insisted on calling her, as it was the proper thing to do, ignoring the mama that sometimes slipped past his lips and made your smile shine so wonderfully bright), their only correspondence happening through the many letters he had managed to send and receive. Sebastian couldn't help but wait for this contract to end, even though, admittedly, it was one of the most eventful he ever had and therefore quite entertaining. You know what, scratch the former thought, the pact could go on longer so his meal would be more delicious, but he at least wanted to visit home once.

The opportunity to leave for a bit presented itself and he did not waste even one second to rush of, making his way through the familiar forest and reaching the cottage in record time. Before he could even open the door he felt a strange presence, one not belonging to his dear mother and without further ado he basically ripped the door of its hinges, barging in in a rather unpleasant way that he was sure you would later on scold him for.

That did not matter however as he took in the picture before him. There was you, a thick shawl covering your shoulders and hunched position, a cup with steaming tea risen to your pale face. Your eyes, tired but wide open from surprise, stared at him. So was the guy standing next to you, long brown hair tied in a low ponytail and blue eyes portraying even more shock than yours did not looking away from his, though despite this he did not budge from his position of supporting your sitting position.

You were sick, that much he could tell and from the looks of it you had been for a while, never mentioning it to him. You also never thought to bring up this new guest of yours. Sebastian could feel his human form detoriating, black whisps angrily swishing around him as he glared at the man at your side, anger quick to overtake most of his senses.

Before he could do anything he watched as you quickly did your best to stand up, shawl and tea discarded to the table as you took an unsure step towards him, clearly having trouble with keeping you balance, and calling out to him in a hoarse voice. His aggravation was immediately replaced with worry as he was beside you in a moment's notice, wrapping his arms around you to steady you, eyebrows furrowed as he assessed your current state further.

His thoughts were interrupted by the stranger calling out to you, the distressed voice of the pest annoying him to no end as he glared at him, ready to fling one of his knives before you shook your head, once again catching his attention. You gently took the weapon from him, letting it fall to the ground and asked him, your plea disturbed by yourself as you took deep and raspy breathes, to not harm your old friend.

Deciding that you were more important right now, Sebastian glared at the stranger one last time, causing him to freeze up, before aiding you to your room, quietly asking you how long you had been sick and why you hadn’t told him. You only chuckled, telling him that you did not wish to worry him, he had seemed to have much fun with his new contract and even with the friends he made (even if he never called them such in his many letters). Besides, you were strong enough to help yourself and then an old friend visited and offered to take care of you, further diminishing the need to write him about your small troubles.

Once you were finished your son couldn’t help but scold you gently, voice strict despite his warm eyes. You had always told him to rely on you, and he hoped that you would do the same. He might even start to guilt trip you until you promise to inform him the next time, immediately.

As soon as you’ve fallen asleep in the freshly made bed, content under the warm covers as you can currently be, Sebastian checks over you once more before leaving the room, focusing on the next problem at hand. The man is still there, patiently waiting and your son can’t help but feel an ounce of what you had taught him was sympathy, seeing as he had not further disturbed you, although his sudden appearance must have come as a shock. There is a small... talk between the both of him, the attempted friendly atmosphere the stranger tried to create by mentioning how you had praised your son in front of him destroyed by Sebastian’s simple command to leave.

There isn’t even time to exchange names before he is basically thrown out of your home, brought to leave by the dozens of shadows moving threatengly towards him. Afterwards, the demon was quick to repair the damages caused by himself before going on to take care of any work you might have neglected, occasionally checking in on you. As soon as he noticed the telling signs of you soon waking up, a quicker breathing pattern and heartbeat, he began to brew herbal tea and preparing an easy to digest meal.

Upon you waking up you are presented with all this. You can’t help but praise and thank your son, admiring the way his cooking had improved, even though his behavior before was less than well-behaved and you even let go of the traces of his demonic presence that tell you of what had happened while you were unconscious. You fought back a tired sigh, it seems like that dear friend wouldn’t make an appearance again anytime soon. At least you knew you would be well taken care of for now, even if Sebastian would have to leave soon again. Seeing as there was once again not much time to be spent with him you really couldn’t stay angry as he looked at you, worry clearly swimming in that deep red that had always fascinated you (and was so incredibly adorable that you couldn’t help but pinch his cheek a bit).

You are grateful as you receive his care and once you feel better, which happens quite quickly, you say your goodbyes again, playfully ruffling up his hair as your son informs you of the tea that he has left for you as well as the meals that you will only need to heat up. You can’t help but feel bittersweet as you watch him dash of, the image of his small self still fresh in your mind and now he was old enough and independent, going out into the world and experiencing adventures that you would love to aid him with if ever needed. For now, all you could was give your thanks to those making your son’s life a little more entertaining and colorful.

Ciel adornes a confused look as Sebastian hands him home made cookies. That in itself wasn’t out of the ordinary, however, the following words of it being a gift from his butler’s mother out of all things was enough to shock him into silence. Now, after the demon had left, he currently found himself staring at the small package. It was something that Sebastian had handed him, so it wouldn’t harm him, right? Hesitantly taking a bite he couldn’t help but smile. Maybe if he could get the recipe and sell these sweets his business might boom even more?

Platonic Yandere Claude with his mother

Claude was in a hurry. He was moving at a pace he was sure would leave traces, bits and pieces of him being caught up along the way, unable to keep up with his speed which even he was surprised at achieving. But there was no time to think such silly and insignificant thoughts. One of the spiders he had placed in your garden to keep watch (never in your home, he still winced when he remembered your scolding upon doing so) had reported to him. Apparently, you had not left the house in some time now.

Normally, you were outside on the regular. You took care of the garden, walked around the forest for one reason or another, sat outside to read a book or cleaned up anything you deemed untidy. Regularly you would put out the laundry to dry and he couldn’t help but remember the times he hid between them only to jump out and scare you. You always let out a small scream before laughing and catching him in your arms, your warmth and smell mixing with those of the strung up clothing and flowers and sunshine and even he smiled, even if it was only small and of short time. Now that he thought back on it, your shriek must have been nothing more than your attempt to amuse him, causing him some embarrassment, not that he would express such emotion in any way. But once again, that was nothing he should be thinking about now.

He merely sensed that he was getting closer, his eyes long since not perceiving his surroundings as they simply changed too fast. He came to a screeching halt before your door to your, to his, home. There was an eery silence, one that he was sure he himself was responsible for, no animal daring to make a sound close to his troubled presence. He took a moment longer to listen, noticing the smaller sounds, fur brushing against trees and little tipping sounds as all small life forms were running away, careful and desperate to not catch his attention when he had appeared out of the blue. On the other side of the door he could hear your breathing and the rustling of clothing as you stood up, making your way to him despite him not even having had the chance to knock yet. The pattern was entirely wrong though, you seemed to fight for each puff of air and your movements were slow, sluggish, missing any of the elegance you carried with normally.

Before you could open the door he had already done so, refusing to let you walk any further when you did not feel well. One look only confirmed his suspicions, glassy eyes peering at him, struggling to stay open as some sort of surprise flashed through them at his sudden entrance. Before you could even utter a greeting he had swept you off your feet, quickly carrying you to bed before covering you with one of his many self made blankets before adding some more as he noticed how could this place was. It was clear that you had not made any fire in the chimney, that you had not prepared any of the bitter tea you would usual down at any signs of sickness or taken care off the home.

Claude simply muttered that he would be taking care of you now as he kept you from pushing off the blankets, a sigh escaping as he gently scolded you for not calling him. He was quick to prepare anything you needed, pressed wet cloths against your heated forehead, forced you to drink the medicine and the potion he had to search for. It had been surprisingly hard to find, maybe you misplaced it or had simply forgotten about it in your fever but now you should finally recover, if only slowly.

Your son was quick to take care of everything in the house before sitting beside your sleeping form, crotcheting something that he was unsure of what it would end up as. It kept his mind from wandering though, the guilt of not noticing your state sooner, of not being there for you, laying heavily on his mind. His latest master, an annoying brat that was more cruel and greedy than the foulest, well, maybe not demon, but close. Claude was lucky he had managed to get some other demons to do the most work though, ignoring the way you tried to push him to befriend them. He did not need friends, he had you and your little, ironic as it may be, paradise.

The more regrettable it was that he had not managed to visit you sooner and he promised to himself to check up on you more often. He could already hear your nagging that he should concentrate more on the contract, especially if he also has his eyes on a second soul but could at the same time feel your hands guiding him to sit down all the same before you would sit across from him, asking him about his time away.

It was then that a knock shocked him out of his thoughts, irritating him. Who would dare to come here? Especially now, that his mother laid weak and defenseless. He could feel anger forming in the pit of his stomach as he smelt some measly human standing were he did only hours before, quietly moving so that this person wouldn’t wake you with another knock.

Claude opened the door just in time, a man with dark hair standing just slightly shorter before him, clearly surprised to see him in the the door frame. So he knew who he was expecting, meaning he knew his mother. What made the situation even more painfully obvious and unfortunate for the daring human was the bouquet of wild flowers he was carrying. It was wrapped up beautifully, truly, and the flowers spread a decently sweet smell, not too much to be sickening but just enough to be noticeable.

It was a shame that you wouldn’t be able to receive them. Claude stood in silence as the guy introduced himself before asking for your whereabouts. The silent glare he sent made the guy take a step back, fumbling with his free hand which looked out of place on the grown adult. He then proceeded to give a try at explaining himself, telling him how you had come to the village some time ago to buy some ingredients and how the two of you had a nice chat and he just wanted to check up on how you were doing.

The lie was so obvious that Claude couldn’t help the sinister chuckle, glowering at the scum that tried so pathetically to court you. The thought that this man might have met you, sick and frail, instead of him made him sick. With how desperate this guy appeared (what else would he be, searching for your home in a big forest after one small chat), he might have even offered to take care of you. Your son might have only been reported that too late and he wouldn’t have been able to prevent it. He didn’t even notice how his appearance began to shift, shadows darkening, stretching and twitching around him as the human stumbles back before taking of running, never getting too far and not even managing to make a simple sound as Claude practiced his effectiveness.

Before you awake your son will leave the house for a while, returning shortly after. You will wake up to a bright arrangement of flowers, the blossoms in full bloom and carefully and delicately arranged, bringing the smell of the forest with them. As you send your son a questioning look, voice still too hoarse to speak, he simply smiles, telling you it’s a small gift he got for you. After you drank something to calm your burning throat you can’t help but praise him, gratefully squeezing his hand and returning his grin with your own.

It doesn’t take long for you to recover from then on and soon you send your son back, knowing how hard he has been working to receive his next meal and not wanting him to lose it. You gently place a kiss to his forehead as goodbye, telling him to take care as he promises to come back again soon.

Once back Claude tells Alois some lie for his absence, as if he would ever tell him about his mother. With his luck, the kid might start clinging to you and even though you probably wouldn’t mind and would also go as far as to befriend him, you were his mother and Alois was his meal, no need for the both of you to get aquainted. He couldn’t wait for this contract to end and finally return to you for a longer period of time.

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yanderehsr · 6 months

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Hello, sadly yesterday a very loved member of my family passed away due to incurable illness and mournfully there wouldn't be a moment allowed to grieve any soon.

If it would it be alright to make a request with yan Claude and yan Dimitri (FE3H) offering comfort or trying to get closer to us using "I relate to this to" move.

The reason of why my mind comes to them is that when it comes to Claude his support conversation with Hilda, show him to have actually good bonds with his parents.The separate quest with Nader talking about the kid's father (Almyran king) not being himself (overworking till passing out) since Claude disappeared from home, like the comfort of family bonds that humans are fighting for.

And when it comes to Dimitri, him keeping to grieve over the loved ones at the same pace as making steps to overcome the hard past toward the future, its the relatable circumstances that makes him endearing to so many.

Losing someone is something that will always hurt, I wont pretend like I know how that feels but I want you to know that you have my condolences😔

Hope you'll enjoy

P.S: Both of these are pre-timeskip

Trigger Warning: Yandere, Obsessive behaviour, Possessive behaviour, Isolation

Claude: He will act like he's saddened by it, he really isn't but he wants to keep up appearences for you. He wants you all for himself, he wants to be the only one in your life, the only one to protect you, and he will manipulate and trick you into making this a thing.

Claude is greedy, really greedy when it comes to you and he isn't afraid to use his own past to connect with you or to guilt trip you. He will go to the funeral with you, rubbing your back and comforting you, all while smiling at knowing that you will grow closer with him after this.

"I am terribly sorry for your loss, if you want to you can come to my room, we can have a cup of tea and chat a bit, what do you say"

Dimitri: In contrast to Claude, he actually feels sympathy here, he knows better than anyone the pain of losing someone, he will comfort you and act like the perfect gentleman towards you, don't take this wrong tho, there is no way he wouldn't try to score a few brownie points with you.

Dimitri will tell you stories about when his own parents died, it isn't something he likes talking about but if it's to get something to connect with you, he wouldn't mind telling the story over and over again, hope you like cuddles cus he will give lot's of them when he is comforting you.

"I am truly sorry for your loss, I know how it feels like... if you want to, we can talk about it, maybe you'll feel better if you get it off your chest"

#yandere #yandere fire emblem: three houses #yandere fe3h #yandere male #yandere claude #yandere claude x reader #yandere dimitri #yandere dimitri x reader

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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J is for Jealousy prompt 2 “Shouldn’t you be spending more time with me?” For Claude Von Riegan. He’d def be the type to let you go out and then shame you for not being present

It's hard to concentrate when the feeling that you're being watched is ever-present, the skin on the back of your neck tingling unpleasantly. The fact that you're aware of it at all is a sign Claude is doing it purposefully - if he wanted to keep an eye on you without you knowing, it'd be more than easy for him to accomplish. He was being exceedingly obvious, though, the corners of his bright eyes always crinkled with fake mirth whenever you caught his gaze for the nth time tonight.

It was ridiculous, honestly. Claude had been the one to invite you out in the first place, even providing you with a new outfit for the occasion. Sure, it had been tailored to his tastes, but you weren't going to turn down one of the newly-crowned leaders in the kingdom at large. It's not like you and Claude hadn't been flirting over the years, playing a game of cat-and-mouse that never seemed to find the right time to conclude.

But here you were at a fancy Leicester gala in order to celebrate the dawn of a new era, having arrived on Claude's arm to more than a few stares and cheers. Being on Claude's arm meant you were a hot topic of discussion, and even more sought after was the chance to steal a dance with you in hopes to glean any information about him.

You really hadn't expected Claude to be so... Jealous? Upset? It was hard to tell as you were whisked from person to person, Claude himself stuck in endless conversation with the lords and ladies who'd come to ask for his favor in some way. They didn't know Claude at all. They didn't know that keeping him away from you, the one thing he truly wanted tonight, was doing them no favors.

His eyes hadn't left your form for an instant, and his patience was growing thin with the meaningless drivel being spoken at him. Claude watches as you're spun around by your dance partner, and when they attempt to dip you, Claude breaks.

"Excuse me," he says, brusk. It's still polite, but it's enough to get the small crowd around him to instantly part as he beelines toward you. You let out a gasp when you're spun around again only to see Claude stalking toward you, determined gaze on his face. It only takes a moment for him to clear the distance. Without hesitating, he pries your dance partner off of you and shoots them a grin that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "I'd like a dance with my date if you don't mind."

The person you'd been dancing with practically stumbles over themselves to apologize, scurrying away as fast as they can. You huff as Claude pulls you into position, his expression showing that he wasn't sorry in the least bit.

"Really, Claude? You could have at least let that poor man finish his dance with me." Claude raises an eyebrow at your words as he begins to move in time with the music, forcing you to follow his steps.

"Shouldn't you be spending more time with me?" Claude's gaze darkens, and your throat suddenly feels very dry. He pulls you closer so that you're chest-to-chest, the action inappropriate in such a formal setting. He doesn't seem to care, though. "I've spent long enough playing this game with you," Claude murmurs, swaying with you in time to the music. His gaze, like it had all night, never leaves yours. "Don't you know that you belong to me?"

request from this set of ask prompts!

#my writing #ask prompt #yandere cw #claude von riegan x reader #yandere claude von reigan x reader #yandere claude x reader #fe3h.txt #yandere fire emblem #fire emblem three houses x reader

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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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.

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theyanderespecialist · 10 months

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Trapped In His Web (Black Butler) Yandere Claude X Listener

#Yandere #YandereClaude #YandereBlackButler #YandereHeadcanons #Headcanons #BlackButler #Blackbutlerclaude #claude #claudexreader #ClaudeXListener

Base Yandere Claude Headcanons: Trapped In His Web (Black Butler)

[Hello, My Sexy Muffins! I am back with another update, this one from a poll on my youtube channel! Claude is up as the yandere of the day and I hope that you all enjoy this!]

(Disclaimer: Claude Faustus from black butler is not a yandere in canon. This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously. Simping for fictional characters and yanderes is fine! Just do not be gross or illegal about it. You know who you are! Also, remember to separate fiction from reality and headcanon from canon! Yanderes and demons are not ideal partners to have in real life. No not even if they are hot like Lucifer Morningstar (Fuck you, lucifer being a sexy man that is too hot for his shirt! tho tbh he is a fallen angel..... hmmmmm... later....)

(Once again Enjoy this!)

-Base Yandere Headcanons With Claude Faustus From Black Butler-

.Now if there is one demon in this show that could be a yandere so far. It would be Claude.

.He seems to be emotionless until he becomes obsessed with someone.

.So when he does meet you he is a typical yandere.

.He is going to have a shrine of you, make dolls of you, steal your undergarments, and dance out of pure joy.

.With you his obsession goes for more than just your soul.

.He desires you as a mate.

.He needs to have you as his and he will have you as his.

.Being the classic yandere type of killing for you and killing his rivals.

.He would be the type to slaughter everyone in his path.

.Also he will take advantage of things like if you lose your memory.

.He is going to use anything and everything to his advantage.

.He will threaten your loved ones.

.He will blackmail you into being his.

.He will be also willing to kidnap you and make you his.

.But he is not totally rash.

.He can at times be patient and wait for you to step into his web.

.Where he will trap you and bind your soul to his.

.Trapped as his prey, darling, and mate.

.He is not above manipulation either.

.Tricking you and even gaslighting you to get what he wants.

.He is a crafty bastard and he will do whatever it takes to have you.

.Again with rivals he does not care who they are. They will be dead so fast.

.He will confess to you in one to two ways!

.One he going to manipulate you where you are tricked into loving him so he knows you are going to say yes.

. Another way is killing people you love or blackmailing you with their lives or a little of both.

.That way he knows you cannot turn him down.

.Actually, you could turn him down, their blood would just be on your hands now.

.Then he would end up kidnapping you after it all.

.So really you will be his, it just matters how many lives you can hold on your conscious and how much you want to test him.

.Because you are now in his web and he is not letting you go ever.

[YASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS Another chapter is done, I said I would not make this a video but fuck it! I am going to do it! Let's do this! This will be in video format on my youtube channel either is on now or sometime soon!]

#youtube #yandere #yandere claude #yandere claude x reader #yandere claude x listener #yandere black butler #black butler #black butler claude #claude x reader #cluade x listener #headcanons #yandere headcanons #listener #reader

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ragazza-whintigale · 2 years

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Hola! Me acabo de encontrar con tu blog, bueno estoy escribiéndote en español así que espero puedas entender algo. Si no, puedes traducir mi mensaje. Bueno, realmente me gusto tu yandere de princesa encantadora o en inglés who made me a princess, así que ¿puedes hacer un yandere platónico de claude x hija lector? Donde ella no quiera su atención y prefiere vivir en las sombras, pero el emperador no la deja hacer eso. Y como dije, si no entiendes mucho esta bien, lamento incomodar

𝔜𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢 ℭ𝔩𝔞𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔇𝔢 𝔄𝔩𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔒𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔞 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔒𝔭𝔢𝔯𝔞 ➵ Who Made Me a Princess

𝔄𝔳𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔷𝔢 ➵ Comportamento Yandere, Relazioni platonica,

𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔩𝔢 ➵ 1437

Era quasi elettrizzante in un certo senso, far finta che quelle piccole stelle bianche, fossero solo un effetto ottico e qualche sorta di visione, alle guardie che ancora sospettose analizzavano le punte delle due dita per cercare qualche segno che avrebbe dimostrato la tua palese bugia. I bambini e le principesse non mentono, avevano detto prima di andarsene mentre tu te ne andavi trionfante e vicente tornavi dalla tua balia. Era sempre più stato facile ingannare quei soldati occasionali, ma ancora non avevi mai compreso la differenza tra i soldati di Élite e quelli semplici, non li avessi mai visti i primi. Potevi dedurre che erano riservati alla protezione delle imperatore, ma non sapevi se avessi potuto mentire anche a loro. Non ci avevi mai provato. Tutto questo agli occhi di un bambino normale, come ai tuoi, era come una favola, un gioco. Dovevi nascondere le tue capacità ai loro occhi, come avrebbero fatto le fate dei libri che ti leggeva la tua balia.

Ma non avevi mai preso tutto questo molto seriamente. Da questo dipendeva la tua tranquillità e la tua salvezza, eppure spesso ti capita di dimenticarlo. Anche quel giorno lo avevi fatto;

Era una bella giornata, era primavera e il sole forniva un calore quasi piacevole. Non suonava strano quel pensiero di provare qualche trucchetto all’aria aperta, troppo esposta per non essere notata, ma non c’era nessuno nei dintorni quindi non sarebbe stato male provare qualcosa. Qualcosa di semplice, non avrebbe dovuto attirare attenzioni indesiderate e poi era un punto abbastanza profondo della foresta. Nessuno avrebbe dovuto notarlo mentre i fiori iniziavano a crescere in quella porzione di terreno sotto le tue mani, abbaglianti e delicati. Nessuno, ripeto nessuno avrebbe dovuto notarlo,eppure l’imperatore era dietro di te.

❝ Chi sei?❞ Ti volti e il tuo sguardo si posa su di lui. Non ti aveva riconosciuto, se no non avrebbe chiesto chi fossi. Eppure le tue gambe tremavano come mai avevano fatto. Tutto ciò che era distinguibile nella tua mente era la paura di quello che avrebbe potuto farti, se non lo sapessi quei racconti gloriosi ti erano bastati. ❝ Lei è (nome), vostra figlia, sua altezza. ❞ Un altro cavaliere con i capelli rossi. Lui ti conosceva e tuo padre non sapeva neanche che esistessi.

Non era quello che ti aspettavi e ti sentivi a disagio. Quando avevi incontrato per la prima volta l’Imperatore avevi in qualche modo preparato la tua mente a qualsiasi tortura avrebbe potuto pensare per punirti, e non sapevi se meritavi di essere punita o meno ma ti eri preparata ugualemente. Quindi quando aveva chiesto a quel gentile cavaliere di riportarti al palazzo Rubino, ne eri rimasta sorpresa, e lo stesso quando aveva inviato un invito ufficiale per prendere un thè insieme a lui. Era ovvio non fossi preparata per tutto questo, eri stata ignorata fino a poco fa e ora, tutto ad un tratto, si comportava come se gli fosse sempre importato, come se non avessi passato la tua vita a nasconderti da lui. ❝ Mangia quello che vuoi.❞ Se non lo conoscessi diresti che era un ordine, e non lo facevi. Non avevi fame, però hai mangiato ugualmente. ❝ Com'è andata la tua giornata?❞ ❝ Stai Studiando? ❞ ❝ Sei sicura che di non voler venire a vivere al palazzo imperiale.❞ Di tutte le frasi che lui possa mai dirti, questa era quella che più di tutti temevi di rispondere. E sarebbe stato facile farlo se non fosse la domanda che ti veniva posta più di una volta. Non solo da lui, sarebbe bastato un sorriso carino e deviare discorso mostrando quanto potevi essere brava a far levitare un qualche oggetto o semplicemente far sbocciare quel fiore appassito che gli avevi regalato giorni prima. Ma se fosse stato Felix non saresti stata così fortunata. Non c’erano sorrisi innocenti, o frasi fuori contesto che avrebbero portato il cavaliere a non rimanere in quel argomento.

❝ Principessa, dovrebbe dare una possibilità a Sua Maestà- ❞ Non era disposta, ma avrebbe finto che ci avrebbe provato. ❝ -Si sta impegnando molto per recuperare il tempo con voi. ❞ Non ne sentivi la necessità, fin dal principio non avevi mai desiderato essere al centro delle sue attenzione. Era qualcosa di dannatamente pericoloso per te, e tutte quelle domestiche che si erano occupate di te fin dalla morte di tua madre. ❝ E ne sono grata. ❞ Hai detto tenendo la mano del cavaliere, e guardando altrove come se tutto quello che luccica attirasse la tua attenzione, come avrebbe dovuto fare una bambina. Felix sorrise, sembrava averti creduto e questo andava bene, almeno non avrebbe chiesto oltre come faceva solitamente.

Una di quelle cose che aveva cambiato la tua vita, se in meglio o in peggio non lo sapevi, era stata tua sorella. Una piccola bambina, viveva anche lei al palazzo Rubino, anche se non vi eravate mai incontrate. Una ribelle massa di biondi capelli e occhi gioiello, come quelli dell’imperatore, ma che tu non possedevi, ma non ti importava così tanto.

Era successo per caso, era entrata con impertinenza nella stanza mentre stavi pranzando con l'Imperatore, e semplicemente si era fermata a fare domande sull’uscio della porta rivolgendosi al biondo più anziano. Non avevi posto molte domande, ne avevi cercato risposte a domande non poste. ❝ Athanasia, Lei è tua sorella (Nome).❞ I vostri occhi si incontrarono per qualche minuto, dopo che Claude vi aveva brevemente presentate ❝ Spero andrete d’accordo.❞ Non ci tenevi a farlo, anzi speravi di non doverla più incontrare, il palazzo Rubino era abbastanza esteso da concedere entrambe una esistenza separata.

Ma se proprio avessi dovuto ammetterlo con sincerità, quella piccola principessa ti era entrata nel cuore. Un po’ per la situazione simile e un po’ per l'insistenza della tua sorellina avete iniziato ad andare d’accordo, non come lei avrebbe voluto, ma più vicine di quanto avresti pensato. Ed devi dire che è stato un ottimo modo per allontanarti dall’imperatore e non rimanerci insieme troppo a lungo, o semplicemente di non rimanere da sola con lui. Avresti sbattuto gli occhi e avrebbe chiamato anche Athanasia, avresti parlato di come sarebbe bello se anche lei potesse passeggiare insieme a te e all’imperatore, e semplicemente lui la mandava a chiamare. Era stato semplice le prime volte, poi aveva iniziato a diventare più difficile.

Ma non fu così, i cavalieri hanno ucciso tutte quelle donne, che per così tanto tempo ti avevano accudita e cresciuta. La loro vita scivolò dagli occhi lasciandoli opachi e vitrei. Eri inorridita, ma a lui non sembrava importare. Hai cercato con lo sguardo qualcuno che potesse fermare la pazzia di quell'Imperatore. Ne Felix ne Athanasia erano intervenuti, non eri sicura se quest’ultima sapesse di quello che stava succedendo. Era al Palazzo Smeraldo infondo come mai avrebbe potuto saperlo.

❝ Felix fai prendere le cose di (nome), e portale al palazzo imperiale. ❞ Volevi gridargli contro e dirgli che non lo avresti fatto, non eri sicura se ti fosse capitata la stessa sorte ma eri quasi certa di no. Non avrebbe mai posto fine alla tua vita quando c’erano modi migliori per ricordare il tuo posto. Felix si mosse, disciplinò i cavalieri verso le tue stanze, secondo gli ordini che gli erano stati dati, poi ti condusse al palazzo imperiale.

Lì non avresti avuto possibilità di fuggire o comportarti in modo cosi sconsiderato, ne lo avresti allontanato più in qualche modo.

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temporaryrose200 · 6 months

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✩Just A Little Accident✩

✟pairing: Yan Claude X Fem Reader

✟genre: Yandere

✟warning: Yandere, mention of murder, reader being drugged.

✟one-short

✟fandom: Who Made Me A Princess

✟summary: After your maid spilled tea all over your lap, Claude knew she had gone…

✟a/n: This I meant to be a side story. Check out my other Yan Claude for this story to make sense if you haven’t. Also sorry I haven't been updated much but a lot has been going on. Going to try and update now.

Hissing in pain as the boiling liquid spilt all over your lap and in the process staining your dress. In the pain, you drop your cup and it landed on the soft glass, breaking its fall “I am so sorry my lady!” Annie your maid exclaimed, snatching up a nearby napkin and tried to remove the stain. Keyword, tried. All the maid was doing was making it worse.

Claude who was sat beside you, watching intensely, glaring dagger at the poor worker. The murderous glint in his diamond eyes sent chills down everyone including yours if you had noticed. You were much more occupied with Annie and the burning pain to even notice the emperor. Oh how Claude wanted to strangle that maid for putting her dirty hands on you, even worse hurt your fragile skin. The woman was a nuisance in the eyes of the emperor, a clumsy and idiotic person to be assigned to serve someone as graceful and perfect as you. The maid needed to go…

Placing a gloved hand over Annie’s hand, you gave the woman a reassuring smile. “If you keep rubbing it in like that, it’s just going to make it worse” you spoke softly. Eyes focusing on the large stain, you noticed how the woman began tearing up. Before you could get a single word out to calm her, apology after apology began spilling from her lips. She bowed her head in shame and her voice trembled. With a sigh, you stood up from your seat, placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and gently patted it. “I’m fine, calm yourself Annie,” You said, trying to soothe her, but she remained in her apologetic bow, her hands balled into fists and still trembling like leaf. “I’m going to just go change” you explained to the teary-eyed maid. Turning towards Claude you saw the murderous glare focused towards the maid and you felt something deep within you, telling, no yelling at you to stay. But of course, you didn’t listen. “I’ll only be 10 minutes” you timidly told the emperor. Eyes landed on you, the deathly glare that the emperor held had now vanished and had been replaced with a soft loving gaze. It made you sick.

Picking up your cream-coloured dress, you began walking towards the palace leaving poor Annie all alone with Claude. Diamond blue eyes watched you, his gaze not leaving your figure until you were out of sight. Now that his lover had gone, there’s no one to stop him for what he’s about to do next. Placing the half-empty tea cup on the garden table, Claude stood up with a dead expression. He towered over the quivering woman, who knew her life was soon about to end. The only witness to horrid scenes was a young guard, who just stood there watching.

Coming back with a freshly clean dress, you were about to open your mouth to tell Annie a funny story to cheer her up, but when you saw no sign of the maid, you were left confused. E/C eyes darted around the garden, searching for the missing maid. ‘Where is she?’ You question to yourself. “My dear, what seems to be the matter?” a familiar voice asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. Claude sat there, sipping away at his chamomile tea, he held this sickening smirk which was hidden under his cup. Stepping towards the garden table, you griped the top of your seat, feeling uneasy at the missing maid. You had an extremely bad feeling. You questioned to your fiancé to where your maid had gone off to, but there was silence after that. No excuse came from his lips.

It wasn't until you looked over at the other side of the table, a guard. He’s been here all along, maybe he might know! Opening your mouth, you stopped yourself as you finally noticed the frightened expression painted on the young guard’s face. The colour had drained from his face, his eyes widened with fear, his hand gripping tightly at the hilt of his sword, and his breathing unsteady. And that was all you needed to know and the whereabouts of Annie.

Your blood ran cold, you felt yourself shaking like a leaf. A million scenarios ran through your mind at what kind of horrible things Claude had done to her. Falling to the fall, hands covering your face, you sob. Not caring that you were ruining your makeup. The sound of the chair hitting the grass, signalled to you that Claude had gotten up from his seat. Feeling him wrap his strong arms around you, pulling you into a hug. You screamed, kicked and struggled for the blonde to let go of you, yelling insults left and right. “WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, YOU BASTARD!? TELL ME!”

Out of nowhere, you felt a piece of cloth be placed over your mouth and noises quickly shutting you up. You breathed in the fumes, feeling your eyelids began closing on their own. To struggled to gain consciousness, but it was futile. The drug was too strong. Before slipping into unconscious you heard Claude’s voice echo in your mind. “You are mine understand. I will not let anyone hurt what is mine, only I can.”

Oh [Name], what did you do wrong to this story…

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married-to-google-translater · 2 years

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Yandere Carla Tsukinami is here

Yandere William James moriarty is here

Yandere Claude Faustus

Aluski Claude would try to get close in the "normal way."

But the normal way did not know the result.

Because Claude is as good at the feelings as an icicle.

And he’s just as cold to everyone near you.

He could be kinder.

But he really hates the people around you.

So interception is a more expensive option.

However, you are his.

No one else can touch you.

Claude can be possessive.

However, he didn't assume you thought he was hurting you.

Is it because he's a demon?

Claude promises to protect you.

And no, he's not going to kill you.

However, Claude loves how you make things easier.

Another reminder of why he loves you.

Someone else would shout and try to throw him stuff.

But not you.

Claude explains the rules and what he expects from you.

He can also try to explain why he loves you.

But he is not good with it.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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If it’s not too much of a bother could I request a Yan! Vincent, undertaker, Sebastian, Claude, (and maybe Joker) with a Neytiri! Reader from Avatar (2009) if you have not watched the first or second movie then you can decline this request if you wish.

Neytiri Reader | Yandere Black Butler

Well if being 3 meters tall wasn’t enough to make you an oddity it’d be the blue skin and carrying a respirator around. You’re either the attraction of some side circus show or living as an outcast struggling to grasp the English language and bizarre culture:

Vincent Phantomhive

“Oh, oh my–you’re a vision of beauty.”

He doesn’t fall immediately

Its a matter of interest

Of course, a blue sentient creature walking around is something The Queen most certainly has a problem with

And he most certainly can’t leave you to the whim of ill-fitted criminals

“How about you stay with me…you understand me, don’t you? I’ll give you a home.”

Eventually, fascination will turn into obsession as you continue to amaze him with every passing day

It kills him when he can no longer keep your existence a secret

But he’s going to try his hardest

“You’ll stay with me, won’t you? Even if it means burning with me, right?”

Undertaker

“My my! Never ‘ve i seen a bean like you before. It be a feat to fit you for a coffin!”

You’re his latest case study

Even when threatened by your makeshift arrows he laughs

“My my! The rose has thorns!”

He does so enjoy seeing how you do things

Your inclination to nature and just all the nuances unfamiliar to him

But he finds the most enjoyment when you begin to be pursued

Either by avid mobs or determined showmen

He finds a newfound pleasure in eliminating them

“You all must be interested in coffins for yerselves. Its a shame I’m using all my wood for someone else.”

Sebastian Michaelis

“Well young Master, you’ve already invited a giant demon hound into your home I doubt whatever they are will be that much of a stretch.”

Your anomaly status garners his interest as it does anyone

But he relishes in the knowledge he has of you

Especially beyond your basic respiratory needs

Your habits, the English words you understand, your inclination to nature

“I for one quite enjoy their presence. They're almost better behaved than you, young Master.”

It just the cherry on top that you happen to attract the perfect dredge to defeat feast upon

“Come on then, we must be done by dinner.”

Claude Faustus

“Oh dear, must I care for another than your highness.”

It’ll be Alois’ interest rather than his own

Set to watch you learn the world as Alois presents it

Not on his watch

“Here when you drink, hold it like this…saying this now I realize that you’re hands dwarf the silverware. My apologies.”

You become an outlet

A blank slate he can enjoy be in the company of

When his plans are set in motion he’ll be sure to put you in a role he appreciates

“Now all you have to is stand still and play your part. The one I want for you”

Joker

“...Don’t I know just the place for you!”

He’s thrilled to add you to his circus

Only realizing that you're not as animalistic when threatened

“H-hey! Don’t get cross with me, this is just a precaution!”

When you two find a rhythm he discovers his hatred

His hatred of others wonder

He wanted to be the only one to give you that

So as long as you’re still oblivious he’ll begin restricting you

Locking you away as soon as the curtains close

“Come now Sapphire, we need your rest. Most of all.”

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