My snail pace of yandere young Frollo x female reader teaser fic~!
(wheres young Frollo gif at???)
You tried to look for work…except you got rejected. Again.
You sighed in defeat. How are you going to survive here, in this new life?
You slumped down onto nearby steps, feeling defeated when someone approaches you. You look up to see the judge looking down on you.
“Dear girl, you look like you haven’t eaten properly. Do you have some money?” he asked. You shake your head slowly.
“I understand how you feel. Running away from home can be hard.” he spoke as he knelt down to your level. “Unlike a certain someone, who has everything fed to him by hand.” Claude rolled his eyes when his mind showed his dumb little brother, Jehan grinning at him and he took his bag of coins, hands it over to you. “Here, buy yourself some bread.”
You blinked your eyes a few times before you spoke. “Umm…is this too much?” you hesitated to accept his bag. You remembered how rude he was to you the other day he saved you. Of course you’re going to feel uneasy at his offer.
“No, I am a righteous man. My purpose in this world was to help the weak and helpless people like you, dear (Y/n).” He gestures to you to accept it and you take it with a forced smile. “It’s my duty to lead anyone to the path of God and save you from commiting a sin.” He added, his eyes slowly averted on your breasts.
You noticed his glance and quickly brought your left hand to cover yourself. “Thank you, Your Honor. I…appreciate your help.” You can feel your face reddened and quickly get up to your feet, which he does the same. “Err…I will…buy some b–bread and…you know…” you stuttered as you tried to walk away from his gaze.
“Ah!” you yelped in surprise as he suddenly gripped one of your arms and dragged you to the nearest dark alley, so nobody could see you both.
“W–What are you doing?!” you yelped as Claude hugged you from the back, trapping you. “Frollo, I swear to God–!!”
Your words cut short as you felt his warm breath fanning against your neck. He grabbed both of your arms and your face was red as he spoke. “You look so beautiful, my dear.” Claude trailed off as he slid one of his arms to hold you closer. “You’re different from everyone around here, as if…you were not from this world.” You felt your heart stop for a moment when he did the unthinkable.
‘It smells nice…’, he thought to himself as he kissed it a few times. You shuddered in disgust and struggled to let go. “S–Stop…” you weakly said as you’re trying to pry his arms away. “Frollo, please…no…” Claude ignored your pleas, “You took my money, so I should have something in return, no?” He muttered as he kept inhaling your scent, caressing your stomach and whispering to your ear, “If you’re my wife, I’ll make sure you’re well-fed…figuratively.”
…Did I mention he was sexually repressed? So much of being celibate.
Your stomach churned, “Your Honor, please…” you begged as you furrowed your brows, hoping he would listen. “People might see us…” you tried to pry yourself away from him again. Claude groaned in annoyance before he rolled his eyes, lightly nibbling your earlobe before letting you go. You immediately backed away a few distances from him.
He crossed his arms with a frown, “Playing hard, I suppose.” The judge pointed out as he walked, circling around you. “Look at you, a beauty that’s so rare to see here. Can’t you blame me?” Claude stopped his tracks, smirking slightly as he stared at your breasts, humming on how beautiful it looks. He thoughts that those ample bosom will look so delicious if has milk—
“Your Honor, please...” You rubbed your neck, feeling uncomfortable. The audacity of this man… “I come here to find work to support myself.” you replied with the most confident look you could muster. “And my eyes up here.” You noticed he was staring at your chest.
Claude clicked his tongue as his eyes met yours. “Harlot. Such a bewitching form.” He called you names and scoffed as he clasped his hands together. “How can a girl like you find a job here, let alone survive on these streets? How naïve of you, dear (Y/n).” He came closer to you and grabbed your chin, lifting your head up to meet him. “I could offer you one, but I’m not sure if you want it…” His eyes were hooded with a devilish smile, waiting for your answer.
If you were a big fan of his, you would melt down to your knees because his voice is deep and hypnotizing. Not to mention how tall he is, towering everyone in this city. But he was an intimidating figure and massive creep in the movies, you grab his hand, yanking it away. “I’m not interested. I’m sure it might have something to do with that action of yours just now.” You narrowed your eyes in anger and Claude was slightly livid.
“You look so pretty, of course I couldn’t resist! You dirty whore!” He shouted as you began to walk away from him. “I hope that the Lord will give you the misfortune that you deserve!” Claude snarled and clenched his hands into fists.
“Then, I will give this back to you! I’d rather starve!” You turned around, fished the bag out of your pocket and threw it at him, landing at his feet. “I don’t want a creep like you helping me anymore!” you yelled and ran off.
He gasped in disappointment when he saw you throwing away his bag and he gritted his teeth in anger. “Just you wait, woman! You’ll be mine in no time…!” he promised to himself, collecting his bag and storming back to his place, fuming.
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