#claude i love you lol

[chimerahyperfix]

This loop has to be the one. Nevermind that you said it last loop, and the one before, and the one before that, and most of the ones before that. THIS was the one you'd stop the King in his tracks. You push a few of your many potions to the side to make room on your desk. None of them worked to stop him, so they were useless. He's still about twelve, fourteen? hours away, so you have enough time to make the bomb, eat and take a fat nap before you go pick a fight. Maybe this time, it'll work! It has to!

You've gotten better at making the Craft Bomb. It hasn't blown up on you before you intended to use it in... a long time. You can make it fast enough, now, for it to still be light outside! You've become silent while you work, which Mirabelle has told you is ''worrying'', but you don't see why it is. Are you really that loud? (Yes. You are.)

It's hard work. Soft light bathes your desk, your work, you. You reach out, past your potions, and grab your water bottle. Take a big swig, and

Hmm. That's not water.

How. HOW do you keep making this mistake. You look at the bottle in your hand, and sure enough, it’s one of the potions; your water bottle is shoved in the back of the collection of other containers. The taste is caustic, your throat begins to burn. You shouldn’t be this calm for having just drank something that’ll kill you in a handful of minutes, but it’s happened before. Despite the pain you don't bother trying anything. Just push the finished bomb to the side and lay your face against the wood of the table. Feel the blood start to pool in your mouth and dribbling out, staining the wood. Mirabelle, or Euphie or whoever comes in next, they can use it this loop. It's not the first time you've drank one of the many, many dangerous potions on your desk, and it's probably not the last. Maybe you'll actually clean the crabbing thing off before you work.

Whatever. You have next time. You have all the time.

Perhaps a bit too much, actually.

[dvrtrblhr]

Stop your art is soooo good T_T!! And Claude's kid is adorable T__T 💕💕💕

thank you! his name is farid and his temperament is completely opposite from claude - he's very serious, somewhat shy and his most prized emotion is rage lol. because of that, they fight a lot (farid fights with his dad while his dad laughs it off). he's a bit of a tsundere in the sense that he does admire his dad a lot but find it hard to express it. it doesn't help that claude teases him mercilessly most of the time.

i don't know if this would bother other claude fans, but i write him as a somewhat lacking father. he's absent a lot (works too much, travels way too much) and is usually torn between sheltering farid and being too frank to the point of hurting his feelings. he's very affectionate, but it falls flat for farid because claude doesn't show him real vulnerability like... ever.

i have a really huge comic that's a prequel for the actual fic andd pretty much details how claude fell in love with dimitri over the years. it has some scenes with farid. let me share with you:

[crossbackpoke-check]

Why I Am Not Coming In To Work Today [abridged], Jess Zimmerman

part one | part two

[dmclemblems]

“Claude in Hopes is exactly the same way he is in Houses! He’s always been like that and has the same feelings/morals!”

Claude in GW/Hopes:

Claude, literally, in Houses:

Let that speak for the fact that Claude was written with a 180 characterization in Hopes.

Claude wants peace and to bring everyone together; not to tear them further apart. That is his character.

[burr-ell]

I've seen the claim that Claude is hostile towards religion and it's like. Where? Him not liking Rhea before the end of his route doesn't erase all of the times he straight up says religion is very important or how he never degrades religious people for their religion. Sometimes I wonder where this perception of Claude came from because he's honestly really chill with this stuff?

(I mean, he's like this outside of the shitshow that is Hopes anyway lmao)

claude references gods of fate and fortune! he outright says one of the reasons byleth can lead fodlan is that she's the successor rhea appointed! the only time i can think of claude being flippant about religion is when he needles ignatz about having a lowkey crush on the goddess but his tone wasn't actively malicious or anything, just being kind of a dick, probably without meaning to. any other time he talks to the believers in fodlan's goddess, he isn't disrespectful; just talking about his perspective.

(claude and leonie's support chain is super underrated imo)

anyway claude isn't some kind of edgy reddit atheist and i really wish that take would Just Not lol it's very tiresome

[randomnameless]

I think the "Billy should ditch the boar" takes comes from AM being the one route that breaks their self-insert fantasy. Flamey and Emile doing their stuff and the Jerry thing etc do not matter bcs its not being directly mean to YOU, the player, in YOUR story. Edel-chan is a very sad and traumatized girl that will ALWAYS love YOU no matter what you do and she will doodle YOU and squeak about rats n stuff, but you don't have to actually deal with any of her supposed trauma in a realistic way (+)

(cont) She will always be fine and ready to gush after you, the trauma is only a plot device to make her wary of other people that aren't you, and be attached to only you. What she does to randoms doesn't matter as long as she's nice to you. But the evil european barbarian boar dares to actually show his trauma and negative emotions around you, and make you uncomfy, and bring any sort of realism to your fantasy! how dare he! Not only that, but he admits he didn't like you at the beginning!!!(+) (cont) you, the player, isn't above other characters when it comes to him being rude because of his trauma and mental illness, and the story dares to show your avatar feeling sad and powerless instead of badass and cool. He won't listen to you until another character opens his eyes first, and even if you marry him he's still hearing voices and struggling with his issues, your love won't cure him!! Not only that, but AM is his story, not yours! (+) (cont) It relegates your self-insert to a supportive deuteragonist instead of the main hero the plot centers around. He will become The King and you will be just a religious leader, following the footsteps of the Evil Lizard Lady!! Obviously you don't want that!! this is your story, where you can dump all your anti-church IRL arguments into, and be a super cool baddass mercenary who never has to deal with negative emotions!! And that's why AM is the only FE16 route where I actually like Billy.

Sorry anon for the tardiness of the reply!

Yep, I feel like for both Dee and the evil lizard lady, at one point, they are unhappy/upset/angry and more or less negative at Billy - who is, in this situation, taken as the player.

I remember during the heights of 2020-2021 discourse people sending asks to other asking how can they like Rhea bcs she was meant to "u" and whatnot, and it's just... Self-insert at its finest?

But Billy - the character we see in Nopes, FEH and FE17, wouldn't feel like the player in those instances (because Billy the character would never pick the "uwu" option in the Holy Tomb, and Billy the character would understand and/or at least get how Dimitri doesn't want to talk right now) - so again, it's the same old question, who is Billy? An empty self insert who feels a lot of sad uwus when Rhea threatens to rip their heart out as they assist and support who swore to kill her because her ears are pointy and cries whenever Dimitri doesn't want to talk to them, or is Billy the character we see in other games, who shows more empathy and tries to understand people, and thus, wouldn't have been able to pick a certain route in FE16?

Lol I just remember now how some people didn't like Cyril or even Seteth because they didn't slobber over Billy - as the self-insert - in their first 5 lines unlike the rest of the cast ^^

Granted, this "YOU must be the most important person EVER" comes back in full force with the S-supports (tfw seteth doesn't mention his family to billy when they hold hands) and it reiterates something I always knew : Avatars were a mistake.

Parasocial maybe saved the franchise from turning into another F-Zero like saga, but damn if it nuked a lot in the process (and by, a lot, i mean coherence and characters networks).

[khalidimitri]

For Claude’s birthday, I decided to portray a moment from the roleplay group i’m in that happened during Claude’s birthday at the beach. Dimitri gave him a necklace and put it around his neck for him when they had some alone time <3

[adelle-ein]

saw some old stuff i wrote about 3h and man. i really used to love that game huh

[azxremoon]

i listen to monochrome no kiss one time and suddenly im being dragged into the shadow realm by my ankles

[dragonsarecats]

I actually would consider Lysithea as Houses! Claude's other best friend rather than Lorenz just like I wouldn't say Ferdinand is Edelgard's other best friend(I'd say it's Dorothea tbh). Lorenz inherently splits on Claude in most Houses! timelines unlike Lysithea & Claude's A support with Lysithea is Claude expressing that Lysithea is very uniquely dear to him whereas with Lorenz it's more about mutual respect. There's stronger feelings at least from Claude to Lysithea versus Claude to Lorenz. What do you think

I think that each character in the Deer in uniquely close to Claude in their own way. I don't think best friend is the best way to have described Lorenz's relationship to Claude, but it's hard to come up with another descriptor that describes their closeness without putting rank into play.

I mentioned it before, but when Claude faces down Dimitri in Three Hopes he takes Hilda and Lorenz to do so, which to me indicates that Claude relies upon him greatly. Each house has sort of a "right and left hand man" kind of deal with the retainer and a rival? Hubert and Ferdinand and Dedue and Felix, being what comes to mind for me. It's different for Claude, purposefully, because Hilda is a retainer in name only and again more of a friend (not to say that Dedue and Hubert are not their Lord's friend, they very much are, but that for them "retainer" is an actual role with duties while Hilda's just prevents recruitment in all routes) and Lorenz's rivalry with Claude ends up with them being equals.

When you say "split" I assume you mean endings and not recruitment? I think that Lorenz and Claude build up that respect partially because of the mutual fondness they develop for each other during Three Houses. Their A support shows off the high opinion they have of each other; the way Lorenz is able to be critical in good faith and fondness while Claude is able to be trusting and open. The whole conflict between them initially was Claude appearing out of nowhere to take the reigns of the Alliance, and the A support shows just how far they've come--that while Lorenz would not hesitate to step up to the plate, he refuses to let Claude disappear or die on him so that they can shape the future together.

Even though their A support ends up with them physically separate from each other, the fact that they're both strong leaders meeting on equal grounds to shape the future they both want.

I think the relationship between Claude and Lorenz and Claude and Lysithea is very different, and thus hard to compare. On the surface, it seems similar; they both have fond antagonism and worry in their supports, but politics and dreams of the future really define Claude and Lorenz's support chain in a way it doesn't for him and Lysithea.

Actually, I think the most interesting thing about that support chain is the fact that Claude never tries to sus out Lysithea's secrets. At least three other support chains with Lysithea involve heavy discussion of her two crests (Lindhardt comes to mind, as well as Edelgard), but Claude, who's entire support chain with Marianne centers around her secrets (and eventually apologizing by revealing one of his own), isn't particularly interested in what she's hiding.

(Although, and not to tangent--Marianne's secret and Claude's own are much more similar in that if they get out they would both fear for harm coming to their person's. Although Marianne's makes her feel like a monster and Claude's does not even though other people might want him to be.)

I think Claude and Lysithea do have a very close relationship! I think Lystithea is uniquely dear to him, but I think all the Deer are. Lysithea definitely holds a special place in his heart (and in my soul I think any child of his with a Fodlan name would probably be named after her), but I don't think there's much to get comparing her relationship with him to Lorenz? Even putting their support chains aside.

Lysithea is a character who very much believes she is going to die young, and is desperately trying to wrap up her affairs before she does so. Despite this, it doesn't really have a baring on her relationship with Claude aside from the fact that it's her unseen motivation to work herself so hard.

I will say, their A support ending is adorable and super romantic. I think Claude abandoning his post for her says a lot about their relationship--he's not entrusting his dream to her, but rather taking it out of his own hands in order to ensure that she will be apart of the future he envisions. Insane. I love love.

All of Claude's paired endings involve him working with the person he loves to achieve his dream. While some are comparable (while I don't ship them, I think Hilda working hard to be good at diplomacy so that she could help Claude improve relations between Almyra and Fodlan is absolutely adorable) in their intensity, I think Lorenz and Lysithea's actually really are not. Because, really, while Claude is trusting an unknown family member to his throne in Almyra when he abdicates to be with Lysithea, who is he trusting Fodlan to but Byleth and Lorenz (and all their other friends of course).

Again, as I've said before, it's hard to compare some of the relationships (particularly romantic ones) in three houses purely based on the fact that a big feature of this game is that every character needs to be able to end up with Byleth or another one of their friends

It's really hard to discern where exactly the relationships between Lysithea and Claude and Lorenz and Claude differ in closeness, but I think I've come to this conclusion:

Lorenz is Claude's other "best friend" in the Deer, not because he's closer to Lorenz then anyone else, but because Lorenz is the one meant to fill the rival role of left-hand man, in the way Ferdinand does for Edelgard.

I agree with you, Lysithea and Claude are very close in a way that differs from their relationships with other people. I just don't think that Lysthiea fills the narrative role that Lorenz does.

(I do think Claude names a kid of his after her, if you don't chose their ending.)

[dimiclaudeblaigan]

LOL I can totally see Claude being embarrassed about Rodrigue's "dad behaviour" but I think he would also love to hear all the childhood anecdotes Rodi has to tell about the Faerghus Four, probably embarrassing Dimi and mortifying Felix, haha. And yes, Rodrigue would be good with Sylvain. I think he could also make Matthias realize that their sons really love each other and even though Sylvain cannot pass on his Crest this way, that it will be ok in their new future (I mean, they could still

[2] adopt kids. Honestly, Sylvain would be a cool dad. And I imagine Felix would be more openly soft with his kids than his usual snarling wildcat persona he pulls off when he likes to pretend he doesn't care xD. Dimitri would be such a good father, too. We already know from canon that he loves kids, like teaching the orphans, AM ending mural and this monk who tells Byleth he saw Dimi caring for an orphan even in his boar phase. Claude would be great, too and I see him being naturally good

[3] with kids on the surface but also a bit of insecure inside bc of his own childhood. His own parents aren't exactly good role models *cough* and though he seems not always aware of the impact their upbringing had on him, I think he would want to do better with his own children. And Rodrigue would tell the kids adventurous bedtime stories. Tbh I could even see any kid Sylvix may adopt melting "the wall of ice". Rodrigue and Matthias as great grandpa duo is a headcanon I didn't know I need lol

Oops sorry for the long ask. I got a bit carried away with my "kids/grandchildren" headcanon lol

YEAH like since Claude doesn’t know much affection from a parental figure I feel like he’d be a bit shy about it at first, but he’d also want to hear the stories about Dimi and what the group did as kids. Felix would absolutely be mortified, he’d be doing anything in his power to stop Rodrigue from continuing but Dimi and Sylvain would hold him back because if they have to suffer, Felix does too. 😤

Tbh I like the idea of Sylvain opening up to Rodrigue about his feelings about his own father and how he’d like to be closer to him but Matthias just isn’t really “hanging out with” material. Rodrigue is much more emotional and more readily available for heart to hearts, but Matthias won’t have even that much with his own kid(s). Might even be a good way to get Rodrigue to talk to Matthias about trying a bit harder since they could die at any time from something like even a Sreng invasion. Also, it might be good for Rodrigue too since he always wants to talk to Felix but Felix isn’t interested and always acts angry about literally nothing. I think he’d be happy to have someone rely on him for advice besides Dimitri who he already considers a son.

In Hopes Dimitri also mentions the power of Crest bloodlines is getting weaker anyway and they have to prepare for that. That’s in his support with Sylvain too if I’m not mistaken. It’d be interesting if Sylvain adopted a kid instead of having his own (since I imagine nobility/royalty would be pressured to have blood children bc of their bloodlines, even if they weren’t with someone they could have children with). It’d be like preparing for that by raising a child to be ready in the same way any Gautier would be, but without the bloodline or relic’s power to help.

Felix would be a good parent imo because you can tell he’s not really that aggressive with people outside of his best friends. Felix has this weird attitude where he’s nicer/more considerate with others than with his best friends, where he doesn’t hold back or play the nice guy when he has something to say. He’s nice to them when he has no reason to be angry/aggravated, like how he personally goes to Sylvain in their B support specifically to apologize, but he gets aggravated again when Sylvain says something stupid.

Specifically, his childhood friends each have reasons he’s more snappy with them (Sylvain saying dumb shit and acting like nothing matters to him including his own life, Dimitri being so violent toward enemies but being kind and polite otherwise and Felix doesn’t understand that and is somewhat afraid of him bc of that, and Ingrid is too deep into knighthood in a way that goes completely against Felix’s beliefs on knighthood and hates the extremities Ingrid takes it to).

So, like, I think he’d actually be a really good and gentle father generally, but probably be more strict just because of things like not wanting his kid to grow up to be like Ingrid, to make the mistakes Dimitri made or to be as whimsical and careless as Sylvain. Tbh I think Felix would be one of the most devastated parents ever if he lost a child. Obviously most people would be like that if they lost a kid, but I think Felix would take it a lot harder than even the expected norm.

Claude and Dimi would be amazing parents imo! Dimi is already very good with kids but I think they’d find him fun and be amazed by him. I think Claude would be the more awkward one since he grew up so isolated and didn’t have a group of friends growing up like Dimi did, so I think his understanding of how to behave in a way that a child would enjoy would need a crutch to lean on, like watching Dimi interact with them and learning from that. Since he also grew up basically being emotionally stunted and not having experience from his own life to go off of, I feel like he’d need the experience through watching others first. After that I think he’d be more confident about it and be able to handle kids better. He’d definitely be an overprotective dad when the kid was really young though imo just out of experience and instinct. I feel like Claude would be the stricter parent, not on purpose but because his mind would just always be like “YOUR KID IS ADOPTED BY TWO MEN AND ON TOP OF THAT YOU’RE BOTH ROYALS WHICH MAKES FOR A HIGH BOUNTY AND LOTS OF PPL ALREADY HATE YOU SO OFC THEY’D HATE YOUR KID TOO AND YOU CAN NEVER BE TOO TRUSTING WITH STRANGERS LEST SOMEONE KIDNAPS YOUR KID ETC ETC YOU GET IT CLAUDE”. Claude would be “be home by eight PM” parent and Dimi would be the “be home by eight PM if you’re not with a friend/have to get home by yourself, but be home by ten PM if you’re with a friend or people you trust”.

I also love this one idea/headcanon of mine that Mercedes teaches Dimi how to sew/knit and Dimi teaches Claude. I’d think Claude would know the basics of it, but since Dimi would know it beyond just basics from Mercedes’ help then I’d think he’d know more than Claude after working with her. I love the idea that Dimi and Claude would handmake lots of stuff for the orphans, so I bet they would do that for their own kid(s) too. I feel like they’d love handmaking things for their kids since they’d feel more special than things they bought!

ALSO I love the idea of Claude asking Rodrigue for advice on how to handle his kid(s) bc like sure Dimi is good with kids, but Rodrigue has had children and is a grown adult, so he’s not still learning how to raise his own kids like Dimi would be. Maybe him asking for advice would be how Rodrigue gets into telling all these stories to the kids (Dmcl and Sylvix kids both!), and Claude listens too sometimes to learn from Rodrigue!

OKAY BUT LISTEN, Sylvain bringing his first kid (adopted or not) to Matthias and Matthias actually crying about Sylvain being a dad and seeing how much of a good dad Sylvain became even despite Matthias himself not being much of a father to Sylvain... He’d be so happy to see that even though he wasn’t much of a father, Sylvain still became a great dad and he’d realize he didn’t ruin things for Sylvain’s parenthood and be so grateful. I can see him telling Rodrigue about that and being so proud of Sylvain and Rodrigue just being SO HAPPY to see Matthias being emotional because it’d been such a long, long time since he was. Maybe he’d even hug Sylvain and thank him for bringing back the old Matthias he used to know by being a good father.

No worries on getting carried away! I love hearing other people’s Dmcl/Sylvix headcanons and family headcanons! If you ever just wanna drop some in my ask box just to let them out or talk headcanons, feel free. I don’t mind how long they are! If you’re having fun talking about them then that’s good and I’m happy you’re having fun! :)

[seekingthestars]

after many moons i decided to do a blue lions run of fe3h so i could 1) experience a different route (i've only done golden deer) and 2) play with different characters but now i'm just plotting to adopt all my favorites from my last run into my house anyway oops

[procrastinatingattorney]

still seeing people who haven’t played 3/hopes and are still like “claude is the only one who never did anything bad 😊😊😊 i love a morally pure king” and you know thats exactly the type of person who’d whine about 3/hopes!claude being evillllllllll cos he actually does shit in the game for once

[gay-dorito-dust]

Imagine Jason or Dick being jealous or pissed over Damian being a thirdwheel/cockblocked unintentionally with their gf lmao

That would be a funny sight to see. To make it worse, their gf loves spending time with Damian, viewing him as a smol tsundere cat-looking child that they want to kiss or nuzzle his cheeks whenever he's present lol. Of course with his consent.

Jason felt as though Damian had it out for him sometimes…

He couldn’t explain why as during the times that he did interrupt a sweet moment regarding you and him, they were few and far between for Jason to think that Damian was doing this coincidentally, but it happened too many times for him to count on one hand for it to not be apart of some grander scheme of his.

You however disagreed with that statement but Jason called you out on your bias towards his younger brother, meaning that your opinion was invalid.

You warned him that you wouldn’t cuddle him for a week if he tried that shit with you again…Jason was quick to concede to your demands because he honestly couldn’t live without your cuddles. But that didn’t change the fact that he truly believed that Damian not so secretly had it out for him, and it drove him to near insanity that he couldn’t prove it to you because Damian always acted prim and proper within your presence, clinging to your side from the moment you enter Wayne Manor up until you had to leave; all the wile acting like a demon spawn with him.

‘You feeling sleepy there chipmunk?’ Jason uttered softly upon noticing you trying your hardest to stay awake while mid-way through reading his book.

‘You’re being too comfortable Jaybirdie. I’m naturally going to fall asleep on you eventually.’ You murmured, snuggling closer into him to leech off of his warmth, pushing your head up so that it went from resting on his chest to resting against his shoulder and looking into his eyes. ‘Can I have a kiss?’ You asked. ‘What’s the magic word?’ Jason teased and when you pouted, he only chuckled and rested his forehead against your own, brushing his nose against yours. ‘I’m joking sweetheart, you can have all the kisses you want.’ He speaks lowly against your lips and just when he was about to kiss you, another voice spoke up from across the room.

‘Todd, l/n.’

‘Fucking- Jesus Christ.’ Jason flinched away from you and his eyes settled on Damian, who was stood at the end of the plush couch with a book of his own in hand, and asks. ‘Damian, what’re you doing here?’ You gave Jason a harsh nudge in the side along with a warning glare, only to visibly brightening upon seeing Damian. ‘Hi Damian! Don’t mind Jason he’s being a grump, would you like us to make room for you to sit down?’ Before Damian could get a word out you were already looking towards Jason and he groaned as he begrudgingly shifted to the other side of the couch.

‘Thank you l/n, I don’t know what Todd would be without your influence.’ Damian said as he took his seat in the space made available between you and Jason and cracked open his book that was filled with detailed descriptions of artists such as Claude Monet, John Constable and Jan Van Goyen just to name a few. ‘Unbelievable.’ Jason scoffed, looking anywhere other than you and Damian, impatiently tapping his finger against the arm on the couch for every second that Damian overstayed his welcome.

You however were thriving on the time you got with Damian as he showed you some of his favourite artists, telling you why that was while also information dropping interesting facts about art in general; You weren’t well versed in art and you weren’t claiming that you were but you silently thanked him for putting it into words that you could easily understand without feeling too out of your depth. After all it wasn’t very often that you visited the Wayne Manor but when you did, Damian was often the first -if not only- family member you wanted to see first and foremost.

‘You coddle him too much.’ Jason complained once after seeing you tightly hug Damian upon finding out he had come home from clearing a particularly dangerous mission all by himself. ‘I do not!’ You rebutted, crossing your arms. ‘Uh hate to break it to you chipmunk but you do in fact coddle him.’ Jason insisted, not liking the fact that he now had to share your attention with the little shit. ‘Then let’s ask him then.‘ you looked at your side where Damian was leaning against, minding his own business as he petted Alfred the cat’s black fur while the feline looked close to falling asleep. ‘Damian do I coddle you too much?’

Damian hummed as he looked into Jason’s eyes with a deadpan expression and said. ‘No you don’t, Todd’s just being jealous.’ And just like that he went back to petting Alfred the cat without a care to see the murderous look Jason was shooting him, all the while you were non the wise and were thrilled at the fact that Damian out right admitted to enjoying your company.

‘Isn’t he just the sweetest thing.’ You said to Jason who was gritting his teeth. ‘Oh ain’t he just.’ He spat and Damian smirked as he rested more of himself against you just to hear Jason growl. This was going to be a long weekend.

Dick Grayson didn’t mind Damian joining you at first, he even encouraged it purely out of the idea that Damian would get accustomed to your presence- thinking that it would form a bond between you- but Dick would soon learn that it would ultimately be his undoing.

‘Dick! Stop!’ You squealed as you poor attempts to push him away were dismissed as his hold on you tightened, pulling you further against him as he briefly put a stop to his bombardment of kisses to make a face of thought.

‘Hmmm let me think on that…I don’t think I will.’ He said as he continued to pepper kisses across your face to his heart content, all the while purposefully avoiding kissing your lips much to your growing dismay as you tried to steal at least one kiss from his lips, only to find yourself being unsuccessful in your many attempts.

‘Close but I appreciate a good attempt.’ Dick teased, pressing a kiss to your nose before cutely rubbing his nose against yours and choosing to keep his face close to your own, his lips becoming a smirk. ‘Though if a kiss is what you wanted, all you needed to do is ask and I would’ve happily obliged.’ He chuckled and pulled his face away when you tried to lean in for a kiss. ‘Stop pulling away.’ You whined and Dick couldn’t help but find it infinitely cuter when you tried to reach out to him, only for him to kiss the back of you hand before intertwine your fingers.

‘Then ask me to kiss you.’ He said. ‘Ask me to kiss you and then we’d both be happy.’ He adds on, not wanting to reveal how desperate he was for your sweet, sweet kisses just yet. However fate had other plans for him when Damian burst into the room and you had immeditly pushed Dick off of you so hard that he landed on the hard flooring of his bedroom.

‘Damian!’ You cheered. ‘How’s my favourite Wayne doing today?’

‘Your favourite?’ Dick groaned as he got up, rubbing his aching back as he looked over at the two of you, pouting. ‘I thought I was your favourite.’ Dick felt a little betrayed that you would easily discard him for his younger brother like you did, but knew that you meant nothing by it other then just raw excitement at seeing his younger brother after so long.

‘I’m doing well.’ Damian replied, giving you a small smile as he welcomed your tight hug before looking over at his older brother who looked like a kicked puppy. ‘Still putting up with Grayson and his dramatics?’ You dramatically slumped your shoulders. ‘It might as well be considered my full time job at this point.’ You joked, smiling upon hearing Dick’s gasp of disbelief.

‘I’ll have you know I am a delightful person!’ He defended himself, crossing his arms and looking away from you both. You and Damian shared a look. ‘Yeah a delightful pain in my ass.’ You whispered under your breath as you looked back at Dick while Damian smirked. ‘Are you still pouting?’ You asked.

‘Obviously!’ Dick exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air, ‘tonight was meant to be date night. Our night.’ He said, somehow managing to pout even further as he continued to glare as the opposing wall as though it had personally insulted him just now. ‘I’ll make it up to you so can you please quit with the dramatics.’ You said but Dick didn’t move and only huffed in response, showing that wasn’t good enough for him.

‘Wanna go for a walk Damian? Maybe that’ll help you with the lack of inspiration for your latest art piece?’ You then brought your attention back to the young man with the emerald eyes as he visibly perked up at the offer. ‘I could go for a walk.’ He replied and just before leaving the room he casted his eyes towards Dick. ‘What’s about him?’

‘Yeah what about him.’ Dick said sarcastically from his corner, causing you to look to the ceiling with a disbelieving smile upon your lips. ‘He can come but only on the condition that he stops being pouty.’ You said and for a minute it was silent until you felt a pair of strong arms at your waist and his face buried in your neck. ‘Only if we can go back to our regularly scheduled date night.’ Dick muttered against your skin. ‘Without Damian.’ He adds and you rub your hands over the back of his reassuringly. ‘Certainly my little dickie bird. No need to get jealous of your little brother now. It’s not a good look on you.’ You teased him this time and dick groaned. ‘Only when you stop encouraging his behaviour.’ He said.

You scoffed. ‘Says the one who was all for us having a bond.’

‘And I’ve learnt my lesson.’ Dick retorted. ‘There’s only room for one person in your heart and it’s me and I’m not sharing.’ You cooed as you pressed a kiss to his temple. ‘Careful there, you almost sound possessive.’ You taunted him, having way too much teasing him and giving him a taste of his own medicine.

‘So what if I am?’ Dick asked.

‘Then I’d say that you have nothing to worry about,’ you reassured him, picking one of his hands from your waist and kissing it before allowing it to go back to your waist, ‘you’ll always be my number one dickie bird.’

It was sad that date night didn’t go to plan but by the end of the night you, Dick and Damian were fast asleep on the couch with Dick flat on his back and holding you against his chest, while you held Damian against your chest and Damian cuddling up to the both of you and holding onto you tightly; deathly afraid of letting go but his grip going completely slack upon falling asleep.

[tra1nchi]

I just had this thought

So like a yandere who’s in love with another and your one of their victims for getting to close to their darling so when they are about to kill your able to somehow able to convince them not to like a i don’t kill you you get me info to help me get me set up with darling cause your one of their close friends

So blah blah you spend more time with yandere and they slowly start to fall for reader and becomes possessive meanwhile reader is scared shitless cause their wondering what in the world is going on

Anyways really bad explanation but i just had to get it out somehow 😥

I went a bit overboard with this one,,MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,this might be my longest fic on this blog lol,, Toxic ass dude,, stalking,,masturbation,,attempted murder,,N0n-c0n

When you first met him,,he was just that weird kid that always tried to talk to your friend,,never paying attention to any of the rest of his darlings friend group and Claude would only ever talk to him,,

He had noticed you,,definitely,,you were a high priority on his list,,you were handsome (not as much as his darling) but most importantly,,you were in his way,,His darling wouldn't talk to him whenever you were around,,Claude wasn't one for sharing

He would dream each night of his darlings touches,,how his darling would whisper in his ear at how grateful he was for the deaths of his friends,,they were only distractions for what was truly the only important thing,,their love

Waking up the next day alone in his bed was whiplash for Claude,,his bed was cold and so was his house,,he knew the only thing that could fill it with warmth was his one and only darling,,

College,,He only went because his father forced him to,,but despite his hatred for the man,,he couldn't help but feel grateful,,how else would he have met the love of his life? But he couldn't think about that today,,today was doomsday,,

He decided to pick you first,,you were growing into a bigger threat when he saw your hands on his darling,,he had to hold himself back from cutting off your hand right there on the spot,,even during class,,

He waited until it was dark,,he had been tracking you for a few days and knew you liked to feed the local alley cats after sunset so you wouldn't get caught by anyone,,Claude only thought that it was embarrassing for you,,who has that low of confidence?

Claude noticed you with a cruel smile,, a shiny butcher knife in his hand as he crept silently behind you,,though he stopped as he noticed what you were doing,,you were hunched out with a skittish looking kitten at your hands,,he could hear your small and quiet coos when it grew closer,,

He couldn't get distracted! This was for his darling,,his love,,he jumped slightly when you turned suddenly,,you both didn't know how to react as the kitten fled,,his instincts set in as he tackled you to the ground,,his weapon pressed against your neck,,

"Think you can get so loving with my darling? You are nothing compared to what we have!" He was close to yelling,,but kept his voice down,,his blade digging into your neck but he stooped when he felt his hand get damp,,

Glancing up he saw tears pouring down your cheeks,,you were sobbing and trembling underneath him,,you looked like a scared little bunny as you started desperately begging for your life,,He felt conflicted,, are killers meant to feel sympathy for their victims?

You managed to squrim out of his hold when he froze up,,holding your hands out in a protective manner as you started to try to reason with Claude,, anything to keep your life from ending,,

Claude listened to your begging,,his hand tight on the handle of the knife,, "you can get me closer to him? You better not be lying to me." His voice was harsh as he trusted the knife towards your neck again,,

When you rapidly nodded,,he gave in,,allowing you to keep your life at the exchange you bringing him closer to his precious darling,,

He felt himself growing closer to your side,,watching how you would talk about his love,,he would catch his eyes falling down to your lips as you talk but would quickly glance away,,he felt like he was cheating even if he wasn't even dating his lover yet,,

Despite your rough first meeting,,you grew closer with him,,noticing that above his weird obsession with your friend,,he wasn't all that bad,,though you didn't want to grow any closer with him then you were now,,you wouldn't want to risk it,,

Claude over time stopped thinking about him,,his dreams were replaced with you,,waking up with in a cold sweat after a particularly lewd dream,,when did he start thinking off you,,his little bunny in that kind of way?

The more he hung out with you,,the more he realised how bland your friend was compared to you,,you were so much better then he could ever be,,he started to unknowingly treat you the same way he did to your friend,,

Trying to isolate you,,talking over your friends whenever you tried to communicate with them and especially taking up stalking,,he already knew most of your routes from when he wanted to kill you,,but now he stalks you just to make sure youvget home safely at night,,

You were scared shitless of course,,you knew how he acted with your friend and now he started acting that way with you,,luckily he hasn't started staking you,,that would be the worse case scenario,,right?

he would get more daring with his little bunny,,sneaking into his darlings precious room at night to watch you sleep,,he would shuffle through your drawers taking out shirts,,socks and if he felt especially excited,,he would swipe a pair of underwear or two,,

He would lose sleep for what he was doing,,not out of guilt but he couldn't stop himself,,jerking your clothing up and down his cock,,wishing it was you,,craving for your touch and not the clothing that felt so rough,,

One night when he tried to return your cum filled boxers,,he would step on a creaky floorboard he would always avoid,,waking you up almost immediately,,your eyes wide with fear,,just like a prey animal

He tackled out back down onto your bed,,his hand covering your mouth roughly to keep your scream muffled,,"Shh, don't cry. It's only me, go back to sleep yeah?" He puts on his most soothing tone but you don't seem to be sleeping,,

He shoved your dirty underwear into your mouth to keep you quiet,,you could feel his hard-on press against your leg,,He let out a soft moan at being so close to you

"Oh my darling, my sweet precious love..I'll just be a second, okay? I'll be so gentle.." He groans softly in your ear,,his hand moving down to yank your pajamas,,he seemed pleasantly pleased when you didn't squirm,,you knew better,,

He started kissing your tummy,,down to your cock,,his hands moving down to his fly to free his own,, "Good boy! Just stay nice and still like that." He smirks moving down to spread your legs and with only using his pre cum as lube,,he shoves himself roughly inside of you,,

You were his darling from now until the day you die

[erosiism]

DEVOTION | YANDERE NSFW

prompt: nsfw lol

character(s): emperor (claude), you

warnings(s): overstimulation, slight belly bulge kink, graphic smut, brief hand-blow job, porn without plot

note(s): male reader, second person, past tense, not beta read, sub!reader

FIND MORE MOMENTS OF CLAUDE AND THE READER HERE.

Warm fingers seemed to sear your skin. You couldn't think of anything past the lips pressed against yours.

The way Claude kissed you—you could taste it on his tongue, the ache of his desire, the heavy desperation that rushed down your throat. You trembled under his intense touch, the heaviness of his gaze as he undressed you with his eyes. You could feel your Adam's Apple bob when he pressed you flush against the silky soft sheets, his lips swollen from the earlier kiss, his ruby-red eyes gleaming.

"Y/n," Claude whispered, his fingers trailing down the expanse of your bare skin. You jolted at the touch—shivering slightly as the cool air caressed your skin. His fingers were slender and long, and the way they brushed your skin was so delicate—it was ticklish. You smiled back at him, a soft, hysterical giggle coming from your throat. 

Your laugh was magical to him. Claude smiled back, pressing a kiss onto the palm of your hand, his lips following the contours and lines of your hand.

"So?" You tilted your head, your voice breathy from anticipation and mirth, "are you planning to tell me my future? Are you trying to read my palm?"

Claude played along, his voice low and sweet. "I see your future, darling."

You smiled. "Oh?"

"It's with me," Claude whispered, smiling so bright that you couldn't help but release a disbelieving laugh. "Why? You don't think it's true?"

"Hm," you tugged him down, your fingers interlacing with his soft silver hair, "why don't you show me, Your Majesty?"

Claude kissed your jawline this time, his hair tickling your chin. "I will," he murmured, "but I want your first time to be comfortable. I don't want it to hurt. I want to savor this moment," Claude touched your skin. His taste was like wine to you: you could get drunk off it. "I yearned for you, Y/n, I craved you so, so much. I will be gentle, I promise. I will be so; so gentle."

He held you in an achingly soft embrace. Trapping you within his arms, your bare skin skimming over each other's, him painting your skin's canvas a pretty pink when he swirled his tongue around your bud, when he moved from your glistening, bitten lips to make a mess of the rest of the parts of your body. You could help but writhe under that soft touch of his—you could feel your own arousal aching between your legs, throbbing. Whatever flustered emotion you felt disguised by your teasing—it all rushed down there. Claude's grip would grow momentarily tighter whenever you would release a breathy sound—whenever your lashes would glisten with unshed tears. When he saw you in such a state, such a reserved, precious state—Claude would fall in love all over again. 

All you felt was the ever present electrifying heat that had worked its way into your insides. It was stubborn: it didn't seem like it intended to leave any time soon. Claude's own arousal pressed against your inner thighs—and god, was it large. You could not see it yet: you were facing an assault of kisses all over your face, littered on your eyelids, your cheek, your nose, then a butterfly, light one on your lips: every time you tried to open your eyes, all you could feel was the sensation of soft lips pressing against your skin.

But it pressed against you, hard and insistent. You could see the faint redness that had spread from Claude's face to his ears, his soft pants—Claude was holding back. Instead his hands would reach to stroke your hair softly, relishing in every sound, every moan that came from your pretty mouth. Claude had kissed it swollen, until the pinkness of your lips had started to swell. And he continued to do so: stealing your breath away, locking it under his own tongue. 

"Claude," you breathed out shakily, "Claude. Fuck me—please."

Perhaps a stricter, more complicated you would have almost been horrified at the directness of your language, and even the uncouthness of your language. But you felt overstimulated, your nerves jumping at every touch. Your cock was already weeping precum by then: you were in agony. You wanted to be filled. You wanted to be close with Claude, emotionally, physically, sexually. And his touch sent you in overdrive—it was so teasing, so loving—that you could cry.

"Y/n," Claude's fingers left your skin, before you felt them touch your cock, his fingers trailing over it. You have a startled gasp as you arched your back, your voice choked with the sleazy moans that left your mouth. "Be patient."

"Claude," you repeated, "please." 

Tears rimmed your vision. Claude—Claude was jerking you off, damn it. He was teasing you! Patience? What a joke. You knew that some twisted, mad part of him just wanted to see the reactions on your face. You tried to cover your face desperately with your fingers, embarrassed as you let out gasp after moan, but Claude's free hand reached out to you and tugged your fingers off. Then he jerked your cock again—and you let out a pleasured scream.

"Let me see all of it, my sweet," Claude whispered. Your cock was pained, then, when Claude's movement stopped. You were so close. You were so close. Why wouldn't Claude let you cum? This—

"You're doing this on purpose," was what you managed to say as you choked down your sobs. "You..."

"I want to see all of it. Stop covering your face with it," he repeated. And only when you obliged, unwillingly placing your hands down to fist the sheets, did he pleasure you—but this time, with this mouth.

"Claude—Claude—!"

You started to tremble. Your eyes teared up once again. You felt his lips wrap around the length and girth of your cock, his tongue sliding across it. In fact, all you could hear then, as you tried to face anywhere else but the sight of him—were obscene sounds. And pleasure was slowly building up in your gut: you let out an incoherent sound as you released, trying to wriggle yourself from Claude's grasp in embarrassment. But Claude instead—

"Why—" You spluttered, "don't swallow it, it's dirty!"

"I want all of you with me," Claude murmured, before he smiled softly. "Why? Did it not feel good?" He tapped your cock, which betrayed you. "You're still hard."

"I told you," you felt his hands skim against yours, lacing around your fingers. "I wanted you to—"

"Y/n," Claude told you, "I...I didn't want to rush it. I want this—I want this to last, Y/n—I want you to enjoy every bit, every moment. I am not selfish enough to fulfill only my desires. And you have no idea, Y/n, how long I've wanted to make love to you. How long I've wanted to fuck you: to put some permanent imprint on you that you belong to me; you are mine, irreversibly mine, and I will forever be yours..." Claude paused.

 His eyes seemed to darken—almost—and you swallowed as you saw his mouth open. His voice was low, almost guttural, almost menacing—as he spoke. "Which is why I'm sorry, Y/n. I don't think I can keep my promise to be gentle. I told you earlier I would be gentle. But I fear I can't. It's impossible."

That's when he started to straighten his back, and then your mouth nearly dropped open. Yes, Claude was the Emperor—yes, he was powerful, he was good-looking, ethereal, even, but gods really had their favorites. That—

That was monstrous.

And it would be the cock that would split you open.

Claude took the lube by the drawer, before spreading it generously on his fingers, and then his cock. It wasn't just the length of it: it was the girth too, the veins that ran along its side. It was erect—so swollen, so restrained—you could see the beads of sweat that ran down Claude's face along with his hazy gaze that came with this holding back.

He pressed his fingers against your hole—one was fine, two—then three—you made another incoherent sound. "Claude," you started to tremble, "wait, wait..."

"It will be a problem," Claude murmured softly, "if you cannot even deal with three."

You thought back to his size.

He was right.

When you offered no protest, Claude started to thrust his fingers within—he wanted to explore every inch inside, he wanted to find that pleasurable spot that would have you crying his name out in pure pleasure. He wanted to prepare you. He did not want you in pain; but god, he wanted so desperately to slam his throbbing cock into you, feel as your walls clenched around him, revel at the sight of your ecstasy when he caught sight of his cock sliding in and out of you at rapid pace. He wanted that so greedily, so badly. He wanted his name to be ripped from your throat. 

With a pop, he slid his fingers out. Claude could not wait much longer—it was physically painful, now, to see your hole, pink and glistening, not being speared open by him. Not just by his fingers. He wanted to see the physical evidence: he wanted to see the bulge of your belly when he entered you.

Claude Valeria had always been selfish. In his previous life, he had been so selfish. And now he would be selfish in his desire: his ravenous, barely whetted hunger. He had already tasted you, and now he would taste the pleasure dancing on his tongue when he entered you.

"Claude," you started to beg, feeling as his strong, scarred hands lifted your hips up to meet his cock—you started to murmur his name feverishly, like it was a mantra to live by. "Claude."

"I know, darling," Claude whispered, "I know my love, my sweet. I know."

It seemed that every string of restraint was broken when Claude slammed into you—you let out a high, breathy moan when you felt your hips shudder beneath him. With words failing to form, all you could do was bury your face into Claude's shoulder. Claude took that as a sign to keep going—he continued to press further into you, the slide slick with the excess lube he had spread. Your walls were spasming, taut and tight around Claude's large circumference. You were panting desperately to accommodate his engorged size: you clawed at his back desperately, tears running fully down your red cheeks. 

His brutal pace continued: you felt Claude's own breaths right by your ear, one hand splaying over your stomach, pressing at where the outline of the cock distended the skin. The other one continued to brush your tears away. You looked up to see Claude's hungry gaze, the silver hair that was now slick, pressed against his neck. Claude Valeria looked debauched—but his state was far better than yours. Marks were displayed over your skin, pink, red, and there was bruising at your hips. Your neck was littered with precious hickeys. Your lips were bitten and raw.

All those fleeting touches—it was nothing compared to this.

Dimly, it hit you that it didn't hurt the slightest bit. Even after that impossible size—even after that relentless, reckless pace—it didn't hurt. And it was terrifying to know that your pleasure had overridden whatever pain that was supposed to come with it—and it made you feel hot and bothered all over, the thought of being so cored out as Claude bottomed out within you, that you were being shaped and reshaped. That Claude had reshaped your hole just so it could fit him, and only him, that your hole molded with Claude's oscillating shape.

"Claude," you cried, that pretty sound ripping itself from your throat. "Claude." You felt like you were too far gone to even utter out that single syllable: but you couldn't help it. The hands that treated you so softly, so tenderly—it belonged to Claude. There was so much of Claude, everywhere: his scent, his cock that was punching into you, the marks that belonged to him. You felt him everywhere, you felt Claude's own heart beating fast when you pressed against his chest. 

Incoherent sounds kept slipping from your mouth, and the moan you made was breathless when you finally felt warmth pouring into you, Claude's body trembling against yours as his cock spasmed within you, filling your insides. You felt so full: you felt the searing heat that spread all the way to the tips of your own cock—you felt yourself drunk on your release, on the sweet warmth within you. The ecstasy tipped you over: your hands reached out to tug at Claude weakly, until his head was at your shoulder, his breaths next to your ear. His heartbeat resonated with yours as his hand wrapped around you.

Distantly, you could feel Claude holding you tenderly, whispering sweet nothings. "You were so wonderful," Claude whispered, his voice muffled. "You were so good. Just for me, darling. So; so pretty." Claude lifted his head from your shoulder, and pressed his forehead against your own. Your breaths intermingled and coalesced, growing softer with the lull of sleep. Both of your bodies had boneless collapsed against the soft sheets, but still Claude held you gently, pressing kiss after kiss on your mark-ridden skin.

"I love you, Y/n," Claude said softly, a warm, small smile on his face. 

Your eyes fluttered shut. You laughed softly and breathlessly as you felt his lips on yours, punctuating your answer. "I love you too."

i haven’t written smut in ages, so hopefully this wasn’t rusty or anything haha

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