can i ask a yandere (reaction) ofcalisto regulus,dion agriche,Claude de obelia with a reader who look and act like miesa esquilir of beneath the surviving princess joyful facade:
Context:when reader learn that she will be married with (dion/claude/calisto) and learn that they are already obssesed with her,reader decided to act like miesa esquilir,à crazy and uncotroled girl ,so she think that (calisto/claude/dion) will divorced of her and lost their obsesion with her but...IT'S QUITE THE OPPOSITE!
(I don't know Miesa Esquilir, so I'm not sure how to write for her. So I just wrote for a reader who acts almost irrational and far too possessive, almost red flag, hoping they'd end the engagement.)
(Warnings: red-flag!reader? But that's a façade, so.. Uhh, mentions of cheating, accusations, killing, etc. OOC Claude..? reader being a bitch to Penelope, but it's out of desperation and Siyeon understands but also Penelope dies, decapitated head, implications of yandere! Athy? If you squint, that is..)
Claude sighed softly, as you sat across from him, sipping tea silently as he watched you scoff, arms crossed and attempting to ignore him. He wondered what he did wrong now—
He softly spoke up, his voice cut off, "Dea-", "You dare talk to me after spending your time flirting with those wretched concubines of yours!? What type of fiancée are you!?" you cut him off, anger visible on your face and very much irrational and a demand to annoy your to-be-husband.
Your behaviour wasn't something Claude had initially expected, you were sweet. Sure, yes..But you also assume he was constantly flirting with other women, leaving few exceptions such as Lily, the maid who you just couldn't bare to be a nightmare to internally.
You had genuinely hoped he would be annoyed enough to annul the engagement if you kept being irrationally upset and mad and jealous. You didn't want this, not really.
You had learned the emperor had his eyes on you or something, the main reason why he got this engagement established in the first place..But also, it ruined with what assumptions those ladies put you under.
"Do you have ANY idea how horrible it is to watch you just..just-just EYE-FUCK women you walk around?!" you said, channeling your inner toxic side. Words falling alongside nervousness, hoping you weren't crossing boundaries,
"It's like I cannot be with the emperor because he's such a sleaze, always looking at women who aren't his to-be-wife! Am I THAT disgusting!? Tell me!" you said, banging your tea-cup down and spilling some of the tea as Claude looked at you with his stoic face, eyes slightly wide.
"My concubines..? They're whats making you mad?" he asked, voice firm as you inwardly grinned. Your face was burning with rage, but inside you hoped this would cause him to annul the engagement, like-
What type of man would like a woman who just called him a sleaze and womaniser even though he wasn't doing anything?!
"Of-course, your concubines make me mad. Aren't they solely your fuck toys? What use do you have of them? You have a fiancée" you said, even if you felt apologetic for throwing those women under the bus, they lived in the palace in the eastern wing, fair few atleast, meant for his personal pleasure since he was yet to have a wife.
But you barred Claude from seeing them too from your first meeting itself. Hoping it would make him hesitate in marrying you.
"And do you seriously believe I like them? i haven't visited them in ages." Claude said silently, but also trying to console your irrational outrage—
"What do I know?! For all i care, you may as well be going behind my back and rendezvousing with one of them!" you said, disgust and filth adorning your words more than it should have.
"Alright then. I'm sorry...I-I promise. I haven't been doing anything with anyone. What can I do to make you less mad?" he asked, slightly exasperated which you could tell, but also desperation to please. He clearly thought you were going a bit too far, but he couldn't happen to leave.
"Maybe LEAVE. You clearly have no idea how to treat your to-be-wife." you said, unusually harsh that even you yourself seemed surprised by your outburst, and started to regret it hoping it wouldn't offend him. You wanted him to annul the engagement, but you did not want to be executed.
But you hoped none of it showed on your face as Claude put his own cup down, nodding silently and standing up and walking out without a word, but with a final look.
That conversation passed with a few days and limited contact with Claude, which you were all too glad for. You seriously were already packing because you had an idea on what was coming, when he called for you to talk to him.
As you sat down, smile soft but polite enough and you hoped to hear the words you wanted, "Dear..first of all, I-I'm sorry. Okay? I'm so sorry you think I'm..to say the least, eye-fucking those women. I'm not." he said, his hands holding one of yours, cradling it reverently.
You scoffed, but a smile was there "Of-course you are." as Claude nodded silently. "I am..I'm so sorry." he mumbled as you silently preened, waiting for those words—
"The concubines have been moved to another palace on the eastern outskirts."
..What? You looked up at him, eyes widened in surprise, mouth open as if to say something but nothing came out except, "What?" you asked as he sighed,
"I know..I'm sorry, I shouldn't have concubines if you're to be here. I want the empress to settle down comfortably. Athy..she suggested this, so I moved them all." he said, looking down, still holding your hand and stroking your knuckles, admiring your hand as if it was art.
"I-I didn'-..huh?" you paused, voice stuttering as Claude silently took a sip of his tea, legs crossed as he looked at you, his blue crystalline eyes admiring you like you were a god. And a soft smile graces his stoic face, a rare one—
"You should settle in well if you're going to settle in." he said simply, shifting to be closer to you and gently kissing the back of your hand. Seemingly, your demands were answered, but not in the way you wanted.
Dion Agriche
Dion sighed, gently rubbing your back as your eyes glared at some woman. Gods, she was some noble's girl, Lant Agriche liked her somewhat and had initially gotten his marriage done to her before breaking it and letting him take you in.
And Dion seemed to somewhat tolerate her company at most, and you wondered if you got upset at her, made her mad, etc. Would Dion let Lant break your engagement..?
It was a worth a somewhat try, as you scoffed, gently pushing his hand off, "I told you— Either you choose me or her. How can you still own her gifts and all that?!" you demanded him to answer as he looked down at you with his stoic eyes.
His blood-red eyes stared back at you, his hand pulled back as others silently gossiped. The banquet Black Agriches were invited to, Lant was already off and Roxanna and Jeremy on the other side of the hall. You had to stick to the wall due your stupid fiancée—
"You keep going off about her without even realising with your actions, do you think I like being compared to her by your father or your mother or anyone!?" you said, crossing your arms and fanning your face with the lace fan.
"Is that it..? You don't like her?" he asked stoically, as always. Barely ANY emotions on this cold-hearted and jaded man's face and it seemed to just piss you off even more.
"Of-course, I don't! If she'd marry you..I would have to be here.. God, I just have rotten luck.. And now I'm here and it's all about her." You grumbled silently, removing your gloves as Dion gently took them, shoving them in his coat's pockets as you fanned your face.
Your anger placed upon the girl. Dion's obsession, it was horrendous, constantly treating you in ways, hoping to see emotions the way he wants to see them with Roxanna.
You hoped with desperation that if you acted wrong and badly, he might just let you go...But you also hoped you wouldn't die at his hands, the Black Agriche was obviously known for his bloodthirsty they all were, they killed their own kids if they weren't upto their mark.
But you just seemed to have wrong luck as you silently held Dion's hand so tight, you swear you'd leave bruises on his pale skin and leaned against him.
He swears, his days are gone with you complaining how everyone mistreated you by comparing you to his ex-fiancée or keeping him beside you when he duties to get to. He can never tell what mood he'd going to find you in, you're always nagging and complaining, like a little burden he just can't seem to let go of.
"Can't you be calm for once..? It's a banquet. Manners." It was all that Dion said as you scoffed, looking away as he hoped you wouldn't storm off or something. He didn't want to look for you in someone else's estate.
Dion sighs softly, holding your hand in his tightly as you kept muttering complaints about everything. And you still sleep better than anyone that night. Dion, on the contrary, didn't sleep, as usual.
By the next morning, you admired yourself in the mirror, looking at your cheeks and wiping anything weird form the banquet last night. Your maids silently working to remove your clothes, applying oils and whatnot when the door to your bath-house opened gently as the maids froze.
"..Hey." he called softly, as you turned to face him, freezing as your eyes widened, stomach lurching and bile rising in your throat. Dion was soaked in blood, that wasn't what scared you..No, he looked like that almost everyday..
That wasn't the troublesome or gruesome sight..It was the thing he held, a decapitated head spilling blood and bodily fluids alongside sticky flesh down onto the pristine tiled floor as the maids stood aside.
The head belonged to that innocent girl, Dion's ex fiancée, of-course it did.. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, you had a realisation that you'd never get your engagement annulled with Dion Agriche and it was an evidence to your face. Despite it, Dion extended the head to you as if offering a gift with a somewhat smile on his stoic face and expecting your dear and beloved praise on him.
Dion saw you being upset and he took it upon himself to make you happy again. You're his burden. His troublesome perfect burden. No one should compare to you, as is.
Callisto Regulus
You grumbled, you had no qualms on doing what you did to Penelope Eckhart. Your hand gripping her prior-pristine magenta hair, as you sighed. You inwardly apologised, not wanting her to face your wrath, not really, you weren't even mad at her. She had just said,
'My lady, the crown prince seems awfully invested in other ladies.'
She had not even throwing herself as an example of said ladies Callisto was interested in, yet you happened to order her to bend down to get your fallen bracelet and dropped wine on her hair..
You wanted to be seen as so irrational, people would mutiny that their crown prince wanted to marry you, so he'd have no choice but to annul your engagement with him. You felt bad for her and other women you treated like this on the daily basis, constant guilt inlaid in you.
But you will do whatever it took to get the blood-hound of a crown prince of Eorka off your back.
"Lady Eckhart, I see you still haven't learnt etiquette about how to treat other women's fiancée." you hummed, covering your mouth with your fan.
Penelope sighed, looking down from her position on her knees on you, wine dripping from her hair onto the floor and her clothes, dirties by shoes and dress stained by the fermented drink.
Siyeon read about you and your struggles to be away from the crown prince, she knew what you were doing was out of desperation, so she allowed it. Everyone watched silently, even Derrick, Duke and Reynold Eckhart watched you, the crown princess treating Penelope as if grime below your feet.
Penelope looked down, her hands clasped as your grip on her hair tightened, messing it up even more, "I apologise, my lady..I just-...I forgot my place." she mumbled, feebly and measly as Reynold and Duke Eckhart stepped forward right as you let go of her.
"Please forgive her, crown princess. We'll discipline this wild animal." The duke said sincerely, bowing to you as you sighed, nodding while Reynold gritted his teeth, not really appreciating your behaviour to Penelope.
"Of-course, I only do want the best for the young lady, she just debuted after all." you said, fanning your face, letting go of Penelope as Reynold helped her stand up as she nodded to your words, submissively and you felt guilt pool in your stomach again, but you simply fanned your face to make sure it didn't show on your face.
You were fine being painted as some cruel witch of a woman if it meant Callisto would leave you be. You WANTED people to demand you be rid of him..You NEEDED to be away from Callisto.
And as if speaking of him—
"My crown princess, what are you doing?!" Cedric asked, rushing over with Callisto in tow. Cedric seemed concerned, while Callisto had a look of indifference. Cedric bowed and apologised profusely for your actions to Duke and Derrick Eckhart, as Callisto wrapped his arm around your waist, making your back tense up before you attempted to relax—
"Just what was this? What made you take this course of action, princess?" Callisto asked, a small smile on your lips as you sighed, spreading open your fan and fanning your face.
"She just happened to speak out of line about your attention dwindling to other women, nothing more." you whispered back as Callisto raised an eyebrow as Cedric offered Penelope a maid to help her clean up, handing her a napkin.
"Did she..? Hm." Callisto smiled, "I apologise, Duke Eckhart." he said, guiding you by his hand on your back to your chambers in the imperial palace.
You couldn't even handle being around him these days, but you let him gently pick the front of your dress to help you walk, one hand tightly in his as he pressed a kiss to your jaw as you gritted your teeth, jaw subtly flexing.
You sighed, not wanting to play the cruel, bimbo, spoiled crown princess for longer than it's necessary as you sighed. The guilt pooled in you for treating Penelope the way you did when others already don't like her for not being the legitimate Eckhart daughter.
Days spent in your room, of-course people are STILL desperate to be close to you. Who wouldn't be? But unfortunately for you, you have to attend some of them, one being a particular tea party. You sat there silently, smiling and thanking the women around as you sipped the tea gotten specially for you.
You knew tricks people did to suck up to you, you always felt people wouldn't give two damns if you weren't Callisto's beloved fiancé–
"Did you hear..? Eckhart's wild animal, that Penelope. Found dead."
Your blood ran cold..—
"..What?-"
"Yes, your highness! Wasn't she the one who disrespected you!? Seems like people didn't approve of it. Apparently her father got very mad at her."
The lady speaking shook her head while another clicked her tongue in disapproval as panic and guilt alongside devastation pooled in you while you attempted desperately to keep your composure, to not break down crying.
"Well, then she was found dead...Who would have known..?"
May I ask for turned yandere Claude from who made me a princess he did not give a fu- about his predetermined fiancé when he fell for Diana, ending their engagement. Reader who is 5 years younger than him took it with full grace understanding that he had fallen in love and moved out of the way. Opting to traveling around the world and studying other cultures like how she always wanted to as a child. And I say turned because when reader returns finally back home she is in attendance for one of young Anthy’s birthday parties and she took a shine to her which piqued Claude’s interest when Anthy mentioned that she was everything that she feels a mom would be like to Felix. The reader is not at all interested in Claude other than showing her due diligence as nobility but now Claude is and he is not about to let her go or let a Diana 2.0 happen again?
STUCK. ( yandere! claude de alger obelia x ex fiancee! reader x platonic yandere! athanasia de alger obelia )
summary : whether you like it or not, you are stuck with them now.
during your teenage years, your whole life revolves around him.
it's not like you loved this guy or anything. but as his fiancee, the whole empire practically ingrained into your mind that your duty is to make claude happy.
that was what you were trying to do. but alas, it was no avail because the imperial prince (claude) seemed to not care about your presence at all.
did you let that affect you? of course not. if anything, you prefer claude that way. because if he continues to acts like that- then, you won't have to force yourself to smile in front of him or beg for his affection. just your presence as his fiancee next to him was more than enough.
but it all changes when claude met diana. for the first time in your life, despite of being a high ranking noble lady. you found yourself flabbergasted at the sight of your supposed to be fiancee, smiling and being soft around a lady.
it's not like you were jealous or anything. frankly, you didn't care about who claude would fall in love with. but the sight of claude, blushing a little while getting fed by diana was an amusing sight.
honestly speaking, despite of the people calling you "stupid" for letting the now emperor, claude, taken away from you by a dancer from the neighboring kingdom. you and diana were really close with each other.
but atleast, that was until claude casually told you about breaking the engagement while you were drinking a tea. you swore, you almost choked as you looked at him in disbelief. who is in the right mind to tell something so serious like that in a tea party?!
well, claude had to admit. the only reason why he kept you around after meeting diana was because you were a useful shield. but seeing you getting all chummy with diana pisses him off. so now, this happened.
diana and claude expected you to get angry. they both knew that despite of not having any romantic feelings for claude. you spent your childhood studying how to become an empress. and claude just threw away all of your efforts as if it didn't mean anything
but no, you were all smiley when you finally processed everything. then, you proceeds on excusing yourself with a bright smile.
yes! finally! you're finally free! you started making a mental notes of the things that you wanted to do now that you don't have any responsibilities as the emperor's fiancee.
and that was the time that you had remembered that childhood dream of yours. the next day, ignoring your father's demands of the reason why claude ended the engagement. you left the obelian empire to travel around the world.
your life became full of joy and excitement. unlike before, you can now do what you wanted, eat and wear what you liked, and more importantly, study the cultures that is useless on your tutors' perspective. because according to them, an empress duty is to remain pretty and stand next to the emperor.
while you were in a restaurant, you heard a rumor about diana's death and how claude massacred everyone in the ruby palace.
you hums under your breath. you already knew that claude had some few loose screws. but you didn't expected that he was this crazy.
now, timeskip. after a few years, you found yourself again in the obelian empire because of two things.
first, is because your father's whining about how he wanted to see your face before he die (don't worry, he's healthy. he just used it as a reason to make you go back home) and the next is the imperial princess, athanasia's birthday.
so now, a few weeks after going home. you were currently stuck inside a banquet hall alone. because your father happily went to his business partners to discuss something about their business. while he ushered you about how you should find a suitable potential husband tonight in this party.
so, while you were drinking your champagne and internally cursing your father to lose all his hair. you noticed a pair of eyes staring at you. it was athanasia.
you tilts your head, awkwardly smiling at her. but then, the little girl shyly averted her gaze.
now that it was the time to present the gifts for athanasia. as your family's representative that night. you carried yourself with the same confidence that was familiar to claude.
he only stares at you as you looked at his daughter with a bright smile. showing her your family's gift, which is some books that you got during your travel. and surprisingly, athanasia liked it very much.
as you were about to excuse yourself from the father-daughter duo. claude spoke.
“ you're back? ”
his voice still had its same indifference. but the way he looked at you were pretty intense. you swallowed, smiling awkwardly as you nodded. but then, what he added surprised you.
“ for good? ”
okay, what's up with him? is this really the same claude that you knew? the same claude who looks at you as if you were some kind of insignificant being who doesn't deserve any ounce of his attention?
but despite of your feelings and thoughts. you smiled, just like what you always did.
“ yes, your majesty. for good. ”
you looked up at him and flinched at the sight of his smile. then, he dismissed you as if nothing had happened.
you were completely unaware that day, your whole life would change.
because after that day, claude started to summon you to the palace. the reason? because athanasia wanted to spend time with you. and who are you to refuse anyway?
it's just a good thing that whenever you visit the palace, claude was always busy. so you didn't have to deal with him.
your tea parties with athanasia were really fun. maybe because athanasia reminded you of diana that you are really comfortable around her.
even athanasia herself loves to spend time with you. hey, it's not everyday you will have a chance to spend time with your favorite character right? but after noticing that you seemed to not like having claude around. she decided to ask you.
but your answer that it's not like you hate her father, you were just uncomfortable around him had sparked her mischievous side. so, on your next visit. athanasia decided to make claude attend your tea parties.
despite of the awkwardness between you and claude. athanasia really enjoyed the time she spends with the two of you. maybe because it was the only time she feels like a normal child who have a complete family? athanasia didn't know.
but there was one thing she was sure of. she didn't liked seeing you talking about another child that is not her. just like that one particular time when you told her about your friend's daughter.
athanasia's smile disappeared and she spoke with a pout.
" don't talk about another people when you are spending time with me, miss ( name )."
you honestly thought that it was cute- but you're completely unaware of how deep athanasia's obsession towards you.
now, during that time when athanasia and felix were waiting for claude outside the throne room. felix commented on how athanasia seemed to be close with you.
then athanasia replied with a melancholic smile.
" hmm, miss ( name ) is really kind and pretty! and i wish she was my mother. "
athanasia didn't meant anything by that statement. it was just a simple statement from a child who was missing her mother.
but that statement had became the trigger for claude who overheard that.
after that, the summons that you were getting from the palace had doubled. you didn't know what was going on. why are this father-daughter duo had became extremely clingy?
claude who always sits next to athanasia whenever the three of you had tea parties, started sitting next to you. saying that it was much better for him to sit there since he can clearly see his daughter's face (when the truth is he is just finding excuse to get close with you)
and claude, who didn't even bother to send you any flowers back when the two of you were still engaged. started to send you countless gifts everyday. what was the reason? he just wants to "thank" you for spending time with athanasia.
but what made you confuse was when you told athanasia about how you will meet your potential fiance tomorrow. and the next day, at the exact place and time where you and your potential fiance will meet. claude had showed up, casually putting his arms around your waist and resting his chin on the top of your head.
he glared at the guy. his presence were practically oozing with murderous intent as he spoke.
" this one is taken. go find your own. "
their actions were confusing you. what was going on? why does this guy who never cared about you started to act like some possessive boyfriend from a novel that you once read?
so, to escape from their clutches. you had decided to travel again- this time, not for fun but for a peace of mind.
but on the day that you were about to leave. some imperial knights had stopped your carriage, and before you knew it. you were back in the imperial palace were athanasia and claude were waiting.
when athanasia saw you, she immediately ran and hugged you tightly. meanwhile, claude smirked at the sight of your glare.
just accept your fate, ( name ). because this time, claude and athanasia won't let you go. you were stuck with them, whether you like it or not.
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"you shouldn't even think about traveling anymore now that we’re a complete family, so just stay here and look only at me—unless you want me to tell daddy that you’re being 'uncomfortable' again."
"i have already burned your travel permits and stationed my knights at every exits, so do not force me to choose between watching you smile at athanasia or personally executing anyone who dares to help you leave me again."
Yandere Black Butler characters (Sebastian, Ciel, Alois, Claude, Grell, William, undertaker, Agni and Soma) reaction to a s/o who hides a moth tattoo on the front of her neck but she covers it up with makeup to avoid discrimination from the public.
(Ignore this if you want. it's a bit of a weird ask, but I had this in my head for a while)
☕Well, both of you have to cover up a part of your body to avoid unwanted attention. In Ciel's case that's his eyes embedded with the contract and in your case it is your neck on which your tattoo is inked on. Tattoos are still looked down upon in society and as someone who has to uphold the reputation of the Earl of Phantomhive, Ciel certainly has some expectations. When both of you attend high social gatherings he always sees it through that you were dresses and clothes that cover your neck or that makeup covers the moth tattoo. It's a small thing to hide though so it doesn't bother him too much as it barely takes any time. In the mansion itself though you are free to walk around without any makeup hiding your tattoo- as long as there are no guests over of course. Overall Ciel doesn't mind the tattoo as it is only one small one. In fact probably everyone in the mansion knows soon about the tattoo and no one really discriminates you for it though he still prefers if otherwise the secret stays within those walls. His "tattoo" though will remain a secret from everyone- including yours. After all it would be much harder to explain a tattoo embedded in his eyes.
Sebastian Michaelis
🐈⬛As a demon silly, little human discriminations and costums are of little to no meaning for Sebastian. He is merely playing the part until he gets to devour the soul of his master. To him your tattoo is nothing that has to be hidden as he is in fact rather endeared by it. Moths are widely associated with death after all so it is fascinating that you chose the nocturnal insect to be displayed on your neck. If you really insist on covering it up in public though Sebastian will merely sigh before helping you with makeup and clothes to hide it from the eyes of everyone. When both of you are alone though, he's quick to reveal your neck and remove the makeup covering the ink on your skin. It's such a pretty, little tattoo after all and you chose such a gorgeous part of your body for it to be inked upon. Due to your tattoo being on your neck, Sebastian certainly feels more inclined to kiss your neck all the time. If you have second thoughts at time about your decision to ever get this tattoo, Sebastian is quick to reassure you. Humans are fickle with their customs and decisions. He's confident that in a few decades- for him equal to the blink of an eye- the shame around tattoos will have faded away. You'll get to witness it for yourself.
Alois Trancy
👅Alois has little shame of anything. He is indeed a spoiled brat who does whatever he wants and is backed by four demon servants who obey him, no matter how crude and cruel he may act. He all but adores your tattoo. It's skillfully inked upon your skin and it helps you to stand out amongst the crowd. With him as your lover, you also don't have to worry about covering up the spot on your neck. Even if you would want to, Alois doesn't let you. No one from his servants could care less about your tattoo as all of them are demons anyways. Even during social gatherings though with influential guests Alois doesn't even let you touch your neck with any makeup or collars to hide the moth from the eyes of others. Instead he forces you to wear dresses that expose your neck fully and your tattoo with it. If anyone dares to make a discriminating comment or look at your neck in disgust, Alois covers for you with his explosive temper. It may be extreme but he doesn't allow anyone to shame you. In fact he probably ends up insulting the as blant and boring. He might just get a matching tattoo over time in the same spot as you even if Claude would advice him against it.
Claude Faustus
🕷️How ironically fitting your tattoo seems to be considering the situation you find yourself in. After all are you not a little moth who flew too close to the perceived light only to end up trapped in the spider's web? Generally speaking, your tattoo doesn't matter to Claude. He won't discriminate you over some ink on your skin. After all it is well crafted and he likes the animal you chose as moths are usually connected to darker parts of the world. However, he is also more adamant that you cover it up as you have to fit in with society for now. Maybe then he sometimes thinks that you perhaps could have chosen a less obvious spot for it but as it doesn't take more than a minute to cover up the math tattoo, he never complains to you about it. When you are simply staying in the house he prepared for you, you don't have to cover up at all. It's only him there with you after all and he won't bother to complain and discriminate like humans would over your tattoo. He'd probably be inclined to complain more if it wouldn't be well done in his eyes as Claude is a painful perfectionist in which case he would probably insist to redo it because he could do it better.
Grell Sutcliff
🟥Darling, don't worry. All problems can be solved with a chainsaw and luckily she is in possession of one. If you want to, she could simply silence anyone who has ever dared to look down on you for having a tattoo. Or remove their tongue at least. As a woman who is fire and flame for you, Grell would gladly spill blood for you. It is her love language after all. However, she will show restraint if you ask her to and additionally because William tends to be suspicious of her all the time. She is obsessed with your tattoo though. It suits you so well and it looks so gorgeous on you and she has made countless photos of it fully visible. Strongly objects to the notion of you covering it up with clothes and makeup. It does break her heart to witness how the world boxes you into a place where you have to hide your full beauty. As a lady who is going to abduct you sooner or later though those days are numbered. The moment you are in her company you will never have to feel ashamed about your tattoo. Until then though she will encourage you with anonymous love letters and will threaten all those who made you feel like you have to hide your tattoo with death threats written in actual blood.
William T. Spears
📒Well, let's just say that William isn't necessarily thrilled with the decision that you made. You should have known better after all that in the current society a tattoo would do more harm than it would do good. If you hope for any sympathy from his side, just don't. In fact do yourself the favor and keep any frustration about your situation a secret. In William's opinion you don't have any right to complain about your situation and the shame you might feel as you should have known what you got yourself into when you received the tattoo. This is your fault so you shouldn't have to be surprised by the consequences that now follow. There could have been worse motives but it has to be said that moths symbolising death is an ironic tattoo considering that he is a grim reaper. He is already surrounded by enough death during work yet your tattoo continues to remind him of it even when he isn't working- a rare occurrence in itself. Now, he may not specifically tell you verbally to cover up but you are still aware of the way his gaze often drifts to your neck. He may just prefer for you to cover it up initially as he isn't used to seeing a lot of people with tattoos even if he would never tell you this.
Undertaker
⚰️Undertaker has always been someone who defied even the traditions of the grim reapers and so it's no wonder that your tattoo fascinates him so much. After all there is still such a stigma around the practice of inking symbols on one's skin and it is such a shame that you feel the need to cover it up when you are under people. Especially since you chose a moth of all possible animals which fits in rather well with his aesthetic. Whenever you visit his humble shop he gets usually is quick to rub away any makeup covering your tattoo with his sleeves. No reason to hide such a pretty tattoo when you are with him. As someone who likes to act like he is more silly than he in reality is, he probably ends up sketching ideas for potential other tattoos if you should be interested- all connected to death and the afterlife. You may even one day enter to find out that he has doodled something similar on himself to match you. Who knows, one day he may even get something permanent to match your tattoo. He likes to think of his shop as your safe heaven where you can just be your wonderful weird self without having to worry about being judged. He is no small-minded individual after all.
Soma Asman Kadar
🍛What a culture shock this is indeed. Poor Soma is so confused on your insistence to cover up your tattoo in makeup and put on clothes that conceal your neck. It isn't until Agni pulls him aside to explain to him that differently from India where tattoos have a history of ancient practice, in England having any is still frowned upon. To Soma who fiercely adores you and loves everything about you, this quickly becomes unacceptable. He doesn't see the need for you to feel ashamed enough to feel like you have to hide parts of your beauty. Good intentions are certainly there but the way he applies them into practice often comes over as far too rash and insensitive. Whenever you dress up to attend events he often bursts into the room without knocking to grab your makeup and run away or help you choose clothes which allow your tattoo to be visible. It's especially distressing if the two of you are already under people and he tries to wipe your makeup off. Agni has to do damage control and often has to cover Soma's mouth when he is about to tell someone that you have a tattoo as you don't want others to know. Agni also has to hold him back when someone says something bad about your tattoo.
Agni
🤜As someone who holds reverent affection for you, it does pain Agni whenever he has to watch how you see yourself forced to hide a part of you to appease the public. It is an unfortunate part of the time and the region that you live in and he hopes that you do not think less of yourself due to the moth tattoo. The symbolism of the moth may be a bit more malevolent due to the insect's connection to death but as a former criminal he has no right to judge you for something that hasn't harmed anyone- differently than he has. He complies with your wishes though, offers to apply the foundation on your neck to cover the tattoo and helps to choose your dresses with high collars. In private space though, he assures you that you can make yourself comfortable by not concealing your neck in any way as he considers your tattoo to be a very beautiful piece of art that you don't have to hide from his eyes. He deals with criticism of your decision to get a tattoo far better than his younger master though as he doesn't let his temper get the better of him. Usually he stirs you quietly away from such people instead to avoid a confrontation unless it can't be avoided.
Hello! I'm new here, I don't know if you're still taking requests, but if so, I'd like to request headcanons or scenario (whichever you think is best), from Dimitri or Claude in the post-timeskip, with a reader who has a crush on them, but who is extremely shy, like Komi-san's personality (I don't know if you know her 😅). People often think the reader is cold, but in reality she just can't talk because she's too shy.
I haven't written for fire emblem in a while but so I hope I'm not rusty
nav.
When you both were students, Claude had been unable to figure you out like he had with his other peers. At first, it had piqued his curiosity, as he didn't like to brag, but Claude would like to think that he could get a good read on people at least.
When he had offered you a chance to join him years later, he was much more surprised to learn of your unique personality. Many thought you were outright rude, even still, as you often kept to yourself. Conversations were most often one-sided, with you providing short answers or only nodding your head. Of course, Claude knew people would assume regardless on if you truly meant it or not.
They didn't see how your eyes lit up whenever he snuck you an extra serving of your favorite dish, nor how you cracked a bit of a smile when he set a swindling merchant on his way when they tried to scam you, only for the merchant to lose out on the deal in the end. A part of Claude couldn't help but feel a little proud that only he was privy to such things. Even so, the heir to the alliance knew that you didn't purposefully do things to seem standoffish.
But you had your moments of hidden kindness. If Leonie needed new wire to restring her bow, it would be conveniently left in a spot you knew she'd be in. If Ignatz needed paints that would've been harder to get due to the conflict, then somehow he had fresh pots of them.
Upon confrontation one day, you had all but fled the scene. Claude, of course, never knowing when to leave well enough alone, followed you. And the rest was history.
"Claude, stop it!" You hiss as he simply smiles knowingly at you. Onlookers watched in shock as he took you by hand to stand in the middle of the freshly restored hall. It was a celebratory scene, the alliance having won and whatnot. He had bowed before you, kissing your knuckles. All but announcing who you were to him without saying it out loud. A melodic sounding laugh leaves him, as he stands now, pulling you as close as propriety allows.
Strings of instruments are plucked, music begins again. Claude leads in the dance, despite your chagrin. Other couples begin to join, prompted by your unofficial lead.
Your heated face does not deter Claude's advances either. If anything, it goads him on, his watchful eyes careful as you follow him in a waltz. For once you're relieved your two left feet do not seem to make an appearance.
Of course, that’s quickly rectified when Claude, rather unceremoniously, dips you and presses a kiss to your lips in front of the other attendees.
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When it came to your silence, Dimitri understood it was more than you thought he would. When you’d sit on a nearby bench, or rather it could have been rubble for all he knew, you were not perturbed by his ramblings.
In a way, he almost thought it was a way to show him that, in your own way, you too saw him.
Once, he had seen you standing in the back of the group, as Hanneman went on his current lecture of magic and their relativity to crests. You were quietly taking notes, and your current table partner had all but given up at making any kind of conversation, as you simply stared, nodded or shook your head at any questions.
It was a small thing, how your solemnity spoke over your voice. Although he flushed at remembering Hanneman’s clipped tone when asking what the then Prince found so interesting that he was interrupting the lesson.
He had found a note in messy scrawl, first an apology, then the next, a small diagram of the lesson’s more complex equations. He’d seen you quickly leaving the scene, leaving him to ponder.
Now, years later, you were sitting beside him. Dimitri’s cold silence was a bitter thing. But you had remained. Something like guilt twists inside of him, but he cannot find the words to properly convey his feelings.
His mouth opens and closes, but no words come out. Instead, you take the first words.
“Annette made you these,” Your voice is a soft thing. Raspy almost, most likely from a lack of use. So quiet that if it was not just the two of you in this dilapidated chapel, he’d have to strain himself to hear it.
A bundled cloth is placed in his hands, he felt warmth, as he’d removed his gloves, while you got to work mending them. As he carefully untied it, he saw steaming bread rolls. Despite himself, hunger rumbled in his gut.
You make no sound that is laughter or derision. As you simply thread the needle to sew. You watch as he tears into the rolls, few bits of steam that make you blink in surprise more than anything.
The napkin is folded neatly when he’s done. As though he’s remembered himself being with present company. You trade him for newly mended gloves.
“Thank you,” He finally mumbles.
You only nod, placing the folded napkin in a bag that you had with you. The small box of needles and thread had been placed away there too. You’re all packed and ready to go.
But you don’t leave.
You don’t pull away when Dimitri’s fingers brush against yours either. A tap then two, as you both sit quietly. The moon is hidden by the clouds for a moment as you look up at the sky. Then your expression softens when the clouds finally clear up.
Anyone mind if I request the Yandere demon butlers with a fem darling who has a history of knee problems? My kneecap has mostly recovered but going down the stairs still hurts.
I hope u likey this :3
Yandere Sebastian Michaelis
Oooooh Sebatsian would be such a manipulative piece of shit :3
There's really no other way to describe it…
You really couldn't survive without him in this world.
Sebastian would make himself very useful.
He would have you genuinely believe so.
This man has had a lot of time to learn the art of manipulation.
This would also be the perfect way to isolate you from others.
You don't want your knee to break again, do you?
It's just better to stay inside and rest.
You could also help him with some housework.
Sebastian loves spending time with you.
Could he make your knee heal quickly with his demon powers? Likely yes.
Is he going to heal your knee with his demon abilities?
Absolutely not :3
Once Sebastian had you isolated from the others he would "kidnap" you.
This would be the best way to keep you safe from others.
However, you don't really consider it a kidnapping anymore.
Yandere Claude Faustus
You better behave yourself because Claude won't hesitate to use this against you.
Claude would like to know all your weaknesses and strengths.
Unfortunately, your knee can't really be called a strength.
Claude would take this into account in his plans.
However, only he could use this against you.
After all, he is your partner.
You belong to him and he belongs to you.
If anyone else tried to act like this they would be dead.
Claude is definitely not the best with verbal affection.
He would make you feel weak sometimes…
However, Claude would always have painkillers for you.
Sometimes actions speak louder than words.
Claude would also be overprotective.
However, that would be more possessiveness than concern.
Eventually, Claude would use this to isolate you from others.
You knew them both from Heaven. Back then, when wings were a matter of course and the world was flooded with light, laughter, and promises that were never broken.
Sebastian and Claude were different from the others. They were always brilliant, proud, possessing razor-sharp minds and a gaze that could read between the lines of fate.
You were the bridge between them. You laughed with them, argued with them, soared high above the clouds, and believed that nothing could ever shatter such a friendship. But then came the Fall. One day, they simply vanished. No words, no trace.
Years later, you were sent on a mission to investigate a peculiar occurrence, a lavish masquerade ball at the Trancy manor. Suspicions of powerful demonic activity were more than evident.
Donning a simple silver mask that concealed half your face and masked your angelic essence, you entered the vast ballroom bathed in the glow of chandeliers. Music played softly, laughter drifted through the air, and masks hid far more than just faces.
And then, you saw them. Sebastian stood by one of the pillars. He wore a black raven mask. Elegant, composed, and dangerously charming.
On the opposite side of the hall was Claude, shrouded in darkness with a black spider mask. Their gazes clashed like the blades of knives. The hatred between them was almost tangible, the tension could be cut with a wire.
Sebastian was the first to notice you. In the crimson light of the lanterns, his eyes caught the one detail others had missed: the way you held your head, the way you moved. In that heartbeat, his world stood still. He crossed the floor toward you with the grace of a predator.
"What a sweet little angel we have here," he said, bowing theatrically with an amused smile playing on his lips.
Your heart skipped a beat. Claude noticed instantly. His eyes narrowed, and recognition was immediate.
"An angel among sinners and demons... how poetic," he remarked, stepping closer, his gaze measuring you slowly.
Your cover was blown. Sebastian lightly lifted your hand, his fingers grazing yours with a touch so faint it was barely there. Even through your glove, you shivered.
"Do you not recognize an old friend?" Sebastian whispered.
"I recognize... both of you." Your voice was barely a whisper.
"We have searched for you for ages." Claude offered a small, cold smile.
"And for ages, you remained silent," you replied.
The tension between them surged. Both were standing far too close to you. Each wanted you on his side, and each remembered everything.
"We thought we had lost you forever," Sebastian leaned in closer, his voice softening.
"Just as we lost our place in Heaven," Claude added quietly.
"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Your chest tightened with a sudden ache.
"Because we became something... you were never meant to be near." Sebastian looked down, for the first time in a very long while.
"You never stopped being my friends." You took a step toward them.
The silence between the three of you was heavy, but no longer hostile. The music swelled. Masks swirled around you in a blur, yet there you stood alone, just the three of you. Like old times.
"Will you dance with me, Angel?" Sebastian offered his arm.
"Before you drag her into your game, I believe I should have my say as well." Claude gave a faint, mocking smirk.
You looked at them. Two demons. Two ancient pains. Two old bonds that had never truly severed.
"One dance for each," you decided calmly. Sebastian’s smile thinned with satisfaction and Claude gave a curt nod.
The dance with Sebastian was effortless, as if the world had momentarily reverted to what it once was. His touch was cautious, almost unbelievably tender.
"You still shine," he said softly. "Even here."
Then came Claude. His steps were precise, firm. His hand held you steady, as if he never intended to let go.
"The light that once burned us still draws us to you," he murmured, his voice meant for your ears alone.
At the end of the evening, you stood with them on the balcony, far from the noise.
"The mission is over," you announced quietly. "But you two... you are not my targets." Sebastian bowed his head. Claude lightly touched your hand.
Sebastian reached out, and for a moment, your fingers intertwined. Claude moved closer. Both were silent. For the first time, there was no malice between them, only a tension thick with the emotions they had suppressed for centuries.
"I always regretted not saying goodbye," Sebastian spoke softly. His voice was no longer mocking. It was fragile. "I left you alone."
"You both vanished. But I never stopped waiting for you." You stepped closer to him.
"No one ever waited for us," Claude exhaled heavily. "Until you."
Sebastian reached for you. You hesitated for a second, then placed your hand in his. His grip was gentle, almost tentative. With his other hand, he touched your cheek, his thumb grazing your skin just beneath the edge of the mask.
"You are still my light," he whispered.
Before you could catch your breath, he leaned in. His kiss was quiet, slow, and surprisingly tender. There was no demonic passion in it, only a pure sentiment that had survived centuries of exile. For a moment, you lost yourself in the warmth of his lips and the way the world simply dissolved.
When he pulled back, you stood there, your breath trembling. Claude stepped toward you. His gaze was dark, but not cold. It was painfully open.
"I have envied him for an eternity," he admitted softly.
"You don't have to." You turned to him.
He gently took your hand and drew you closer. His touch was surer, deeper. He kissed you differently than Sebastian. Slowly, with an unexpected intensity, as if pouring all his unspoken feelings, regrets, and longings into that single moment. Your breath caught in your chest, but you didn't pull away.
When he broke the kiss, he rested his forehead against yours. You stood between two demons who were once angels. And yet, you had never felt safer. Sebastian gently took one of your hands, Claude squeezed the other.
"Even if you are an angel," Sebastian said quietly.
"You belong with us," Claude finished. And for the first time since their Fall, you allowed yourself to believe that love could survive both Heaven and Hell.
be prepared for the entirety of fodlan to envy you for dating dimitri and claude. actually, scratch that! add the entirety of almyra on top of that as well!
keeping a relationship with dimitri and claude ‘private’ or even ‘a secret’ is not in the cards for you! everyone will know they are your boyfriends, simply because all of fodlan's eyes are on them at all times
dimitri and claude try to shield you from the public as best as they can. they want you to have as much privacy as possible, but people will still stare at you or ask you about your relationship with the two boys the second they leave your side
dimitri and claude spend a lot of time with you as a throuple, but at the very least, they try to make sure you're never alone! if claude is going to almyra, you'll either accompany him or stick with dimitri for the time being. and the same goes when dimitri has to travel fodlan
dimitri and claude are both deadly protective of you! they'll play bodyguards for you, but they will probably get you your own retainer as well – someone they trust to keep you safe, not just some random person!
both of them have lost a lot, especially during the war. they want to make sure that they never lose you! and they'd do anything to keep you safe…
Their hugs bring you back to reality when nothing else can. The perfect tightness against your restless soul. For the first time in what feels like eternity, you breathe; every breath is laborious, but you can breathe.
They do let go of you, only losing their embrace so you can shift. How could they possibly let you go while trembling so fiercely the ground below you might crack. The only sound either of you can hear is birds in the distance and your breathing. They know their voice can't reach you right now.
Like this they will stay with you for as long as you need. No one can pull them away from you. The very sun in the sky could crash to the ground, and they would not let you go.
To them, you feeling loved and safe is the most important possible.
