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ddarker-dreams · 11 months

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Those Who Live by the Sword.

Yan Claude von Riegan x F Reader. Commissioned piece.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not if I want to live, no.”

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

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

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

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

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

You wipe the sweat accumulating on your brow.

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

Unsurprisingly, she doesn’t appear convinced.

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

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

“I know.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And what would that be?”

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

In the blink of an eye, it’s gone.

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

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

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

This personal covenant found itself tested within a few weeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He kept something silly like this for so long…?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“For me, correct?”

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

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

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

He steeples his fingers.

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

Heat rises to your cheeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The traps he sets are tempting indeed.

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

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

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

“Which is why I—”

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

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

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

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

“And what about what I want?”

“You should want to live.”

“I want to fight.”

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

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

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

The expression you regard him with speaks louder than words.

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

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

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

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

“What exactly does ‘get creative’ mean?”

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

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

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

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

Then you’re struck with an epiphany.

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

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

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

Hues of piercing green bore through you.

“Half of this was her idea.”

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a-romantics-guide-to-life · 2 months

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dreams

a/n: fe3h drabble ft claude, my bae, my boo. this is a reader insert and very VERY short so, be warned

I took a deep breath in and then out, I grit my teeth as I gripped my sword harder. ‘Why did I even agree to this?’ I blinked, my forced drowsily heavy eyelids wanting nothing more than to just close and sleep in an comforting darkness.

“Let the sparring match between [Name] and Claude BEGIN!” Announced Hilda as I stared Claude dead right in his green eyes. I held a sword while he grasped his beloved bow in his hands with a small knife on his hip hilt, his arrows had blunted tips for training purposes. I held a wooden training sword and a wooden throwing axe on my hip. As Hilda announced, the sparring match began.

I lowered my body closer to the ground as I ran towards Claude, sprinting to close the distance between us. His reaction time was slowed as he grabbed an arrow from the hilt resting on his broad back.

I gripped my sword tighter as I swung it at Claude. His response? He shot an arrow at me which I broke in half with one strong swing of my wooden sword. I brought myself up and swung my sword yet again. I used my sword to knock Claudes’ bow out of his hands as I dodged another arrow he sent my way with close precision.

He quickly took his knife in hand while I took my axe in mine. I swung it at his knife, knocking it to my direction as he flung my axe in his direction. It was common knowledge amongst the golden deer that Claude doesn’t know or use knives but always had an extra axe with him. I was the opposite, I was okay with using all weapons but I excelled using knives and swords. My heart pounded as I raced to prevent Claude from taking up the axe.

I sped and took the knife in hand while I spun it outwards to have the ‘blades’ side facing away from my body. I tackled Claude to the ground, being the knife to his throat. My head pounded in my skull while my breathing became shallow, filled with a melody of exhaustion and drowsiness.

A mellow silence filled the space between us as everyone rang out into a cheer for the victor of the sparring match. Little words would have barely been able to strangle out of my throat if I tried.

The silence was comforting to me.

He placed his hands up next to his head showing surrender. More heaving panting filled the air between our bodies. My hair draped our faces while my head lay low on my shoulders, our faces a mere few inches apart, if I fell forward my lips would meet his. Sweat beaded down both of our foreheads as Hilda announced the end of the match with my victory.

“Fair game [Name], you’re one tough customer.” Smiled Claude as he put both of his hands behind his head letting his head rest on them.

I exhaled before passing out, sweet darkness bled into my head as my head slowly hit the hard sand floor of the training grounds. My vision blurred as more darkness rang itself out into the consciousness, rendering me asleep.

Once I woke, I saw that the sky was dark and the mellow colours of blue and grey. I looked around me to find that I was in the infirmary. The clean white sheets pooled around my body. I placed my elbows underneath my shoulders as I pushed my body up, setting myself into a very pillowed sitting position.

“Woah there tough stuff, you’re still recovering. No need to push yourself.” I whipped my head only to be met with striking moss eyes. I shook my head only to regret it after my head started pounding again.

“What happened?” I managed to rasp out My throat dry, my voice scratchy, it almost hurt to talk. I looked, slowly, around the bed to see if there was any water nearby only to notice that Claude had taken the liberty of pouring out the cool liquid into a cup outstretched in his hand. I silently thank him and take the water, knocking it down in nearly one gulp.

“Woah, slow down [Name]. Don’t want to drown your lungs, do ya?” I met his jester-esque question with a glare of my own. He reached out to me using his strong, rough hands to help my tip the cup slowly away from my lips. “You know, you are one tough cookie darling.”

I scoffed, “I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about.” I looked away.

“All I’m saying is that I would hate to be on the receiving side of your wrath, my dear. You are terrifying when you really get riled up during training, I can only imagine what you’ll be like on the battlefield.”

“And I would hate to be on the receiving side of your masterful shooting skills. And your flirting.” I replied. It was no secret that Claude von Riegan was a jokester and a flirter. I mean, my dear, darling?!

“You know you love it, at least my flirting you do. Don’t worry though, soon I’ll have you singing a different toon.”

“In your dreams Claude.”

“Yes.” He replied softly, a gentle, warm smile playing on his ips.

“Huh?”

“In my dreams.”

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theaceofonepiece · 1 year

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Heyyy. I’m sure none of you know me yet, but I’m Aceial, or just Ace of One Piece. Im trying to start a Xreaded page for fellow lovers of One Piece, I’m free to DM if you wish for me to write in regards to any fanfics for the following fandoms:

One Piece Jujutsu Kaisen Fire Emblem Three Houses Fairy Tail My Hero Academia Demon Slayer Haikyuu

I look forward to writing for any of your requests!!❤️❤️🫧🫧

-Aceial of One Piece

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gl00my-b · 2 years

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Claude x Male reader “Sunny beach smiles”

A claude x reader oneshot since his beach design on FEH is just stunning to me.

Pronouns: He/Him

Genre: Fluff/minor angst if you squint

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You hadn't expected Lady Rhea to announce that the Golden Deer house would be free to have a free day since you all had won the battle of the Eagle and Lion. Your professor had kindly asked Seteth if there was any good places to go, and when seteth had mentioned a beach not too far from Garrech Mach, your professor knew she couldn't pass that up. So now here you were, sitting in the shade of a few umbrellas that were set up to shade some of the students who didn't want to be in the blistering heat. You were one of those students. You, (Name) Eisner, the younger sibling of byleth, was hiding under one of the bigger umbrellas to hide from the heat. Or so you told yourself. In all reality you were hiding from one person. Claude Von Reigan. Your house leader.

Why were you hiding from him? well, a few days before you had ended up accidentally telling Hilda and Dorothea that you had a crush on him. The two ended up spilling it to some others “accidentally” and later it spread that Claude had heard. You had gotten to know Claude over the few months that you had been at the monastery with your father and sister, and found that you could trust him and he could do the same for you. When you first met you piqued each others interest and grew from there. He had sought you out many a time when he was curious about you and throughout many battles had now found that you were trustworthy enough to hold little of his secrets. He would never be ready to share everything but you never minded, enjoying his company enough. But back to now, you were still hiding. If you weren't at the beach you would rather be shut in your room like Bernadetta, trying to forget that you existed to relieve embarrassment. But now luck was not on your side as Ignatz came to sit near you under the umbrella. “Hey (name)? you under here?” Ignatz bent down to see if you were under there. He had a concerned look on his face as he turned to look behind him before looking back to you. “sorry to bother, but our professor and Claude have been searching for you. Our professor is concerned about you and Claude wanted to talk to you.”

You sighed and told Ignatz that you would go out of hiding in a minute and he left to go over to Lysithea and Raphael. Raphael was hoisting up lysithea while walking into the ocean as she nagged at him to put her down before laughing. you smiled at the scene before turning to look to your right where Claude and your older sister were chatting before they looked over to where you were. farther beyond them was Leonie and Lorenz bickering over something while Cyril tried to break them up. You saw Hilda and Marianne sitting on the beach talking and seeming to collect seashells. Flayn seemed to be fishing with Seteth as the two waited for any new catch. You saw the Ashen wolves, who are now golden deer, chatting with each other and just enjoying being at the beach, the laughing of Constance and Balthus showing how much they were enjoying the beach.

Getting up, you slowly and anxiously made your way over to Claude and Byleth. Your sister immediately perked up when she heard you coming over, giving a small smile and pat on the shoulder which you knew as an “Glad to see you, are you ok?” you nodded at her and she nodded back, heading over to where Flayn and Seteth were.Claude turned to wave at byleth before side eyeing you. Your eyes darted to look everywhere but him, he took notice immediately and grabbed your wrist to drag you away. Byleth gave you a knowing smile and waved. You cursed how evil your sister could be. You felt the pull on your wrist as Claude dragged you away from everyone on the beach, going farther down the sandy walkway to the eastern side of the beach.

You tried to ask where he was taking you, but he gave you a look that made you stop speaking. When he finally stopped, he let go of your wrist but then intertwined your hand with his. “So...you've been avoiding me. I think I know why, but that really hurt me ya’know.” Claude gave you a small smirk, but it was one that never truly reached his eyes. You thought that he could see through you at that moment with how much his eyes glared at you. “I'm sorry It was stupid of me to avoid you-” you were stopped as Claude let out a sigh. “You avoided me for three days. Three days of me worrying if I did something wrong. Three days of me wondering if you didn't want to be near me anymore, but then I heard Hilda and Dorothea talking and I realized. But you didn't have to ignore and avoid me, you could have talked to me.” Claude gave you a hurt look. You spoke quickly, “I avoided you because I cant handle rejection and I was embarrassed that our friendship and trust would be thrown down the drain and I couldn't let that happen.” Claude looked at you then the hand that was still intertwined with his, giving a small smile. “That wasn't the way to do it you know. You could have talked to me and heard about my feelings before rushing off to hide.” Claude gave you a smile as you gave him a shocked and confused look. He rolled his eyes with a smirk before bringing your hand to his lips. Your face flushed and he laughed, “Do you see it now? No matter what people might have said, I love you, and i'm a bit shocked you haven't seen it. But if this was the way to show you then I don't mind.” He smiled at you and turned out to the ocean. You also turned your head to see a beautiful sunset on the horizon. You turned to see Claude's eyes light up a bit as he saw the sunset. In a flare of courage you pecked him on the cheek and smiled. He turned to you a bit surprised. “You missed, love.” he gave you a look and pointed at his lips, you laughed and stared at him for a second, his Cognac skin was illuminated by the suns rays that fell on him beautifully. You gave him a second more of staring before reaching up to grab the side of his face and pulling him down to meet your lips. You both smiled into the kiss and stayed like that for a while more before departing from each other. “Thank you claude, I love you.” you said as you stared at him. You would have to scold Hilda and Dorothea later, but right now you were a happy man.

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AN: I was playing fire emblem heroes while writing this and got jumpscared by claude's dialog, but I also wanted to write a beach oneshot-

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abbacchiosbelt · 1 year

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

request from this set of ask prompts!

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

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kabura-maru · 4 years

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Can i request some claude and dimitri × a cute and beautiful female reader that has many suitors please? Thank you!! Love ya <3

I LOVED THIS REQ??? I galaxy brained and wrote this instead of paying attention to my speach class oop,, but writing this I realized the potential in this scenario??? Definitely wanna do more folks if y’all have certain people in mind! Otherwise I’ll just randomly write more at like 1am.

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My first thought 100% is the Ingrid and Dorothea paralogue....

Dimitri is definitely more on the side of “oh I’m just protecting you from the shitty suitors... yeah definitely...” and Claude is similar but more jokey about it, tagging along “for the laughs” or “for the training” but hes also definitely there to make sure no one else gets you. Claude gives you goofy faces and winks and jokes all throughout while Dimitri tries to be serious.. faltering onky when you smile and thank him.

Dimitri

- He wants to be supportive, but his protective instincts and stuff kick in...

- Does not like any of them... even if they’re sorta nice he finds something to not like about them

- Doesn’t really voice any of this except to maybe Dedue, just kinda frowns/scowls when the suitors are around.

- If they’re particularly shitty and clearly making you uncomfortable he will 100% rush to your side and tell them (politely!!) to go the hell away.

- Dedue honestly ALWAYS stares down the suitors when hes in range because he knows how much Dimitri detests them

- Hes not sneaky but honestly might ask Annie or Mercedes about your suitors just to see if he has anything to worry about... they know he likes you but feign innocence lol

Claude

- sneaky... but also up front about it all??

- Will tell them to go away, even if they’re not particularly bad? This may be a bit annoying to you and you may get mad at him but he’ll flash a goofy smile and just claim he’s messing around

- Usually says things like “hey, dude, she doesn’t even like you” or “seriously?? we’re training right now”, aka telling them to fuck off without insinuating anything about his own feelings

- Probably at first didn’t recognize the frustration as jealousy, thinking he simply didn’t want suitors fucking with your training/studies, but later realizes he actually likes you 🥺

- Doesn’t like being vulnerable so he ALWAYS acts like the suitor thing is a joke even if he gets really insecure

- If the suitor is a particular pain in his ass, he might poison them... just light stomach poison...

- Yeh, he pranks/fucks with them often

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stargazer-balladeer · 4 years

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Reader that gets caught up in Claude’s shenanigans [FE: Three Houses]

anon: hey can i get a request for reader (not byleth) getting caught up in Claude’s shenanigans scenarios/headcanons please?

Characters Included: Claude von Riegan

Note: I made this platonic for some reason. Maybe the hc I did earlier is still in my brain lolz (the mysme platonic hc). ANYWAY. Pls resend your request if you want a more romantic turn. Thanks 💞

Reader’s Gender: Neutral

Warning: none

Claude von Riegan

You were innocently, I mean innocently, walking through the school’s hallways when a hand shot up from beside you and pulled you to them. You shriek in surprise but someone’s hand covered your mouth before you could even scream.

You glared at your kidnapper, only to meet a mischievous pair of green eyes. You rolled your eyes when you notice it was Claude von Riegan who pulled you inside an empty classroom.

You and Claude have been friends ever since you two entered the Academy. You could say you two were partners-in-crime, and the worse is that both of you are in the Golden Deer House.

But the real reason is that Claude just drags you along through his shenanigans, whether the reason is sharing the blame or not wanting to do it alone. You just get caught with Claude, who drags you one way or another.

Byleth, by now, is used to both of your shenanigans, mainly Claude’s though. In fact, she’s rather amuse to see your (not-so) amuse face and Claude’s fake innocent face. She tells you that you two were quite a duo.

You were, in fact, polar opposite with the Riegan heir. You liking silence and peace and books, while he does everything crazy that wasn’t suppose to happen.

Claude wasn’t sure what attracted him to you, maybe the aura? How serious you always seem? Who knows. (Maybe it’s because he wants to see your smile :)).

Anyway, this time, you could feel Claude’s head spinning with multiple ideas of pranks. You sighed. “What is it now?”

Claude smirks at your cooperation as he explains to you the plan. It involves one of his retainers, Lorenz, and Ignatz’s paint. You sighed as you volunteer to distract Lorenz while Claude gets the pain, which he agreed on.

Moments later, Lorenz is covered head to toe from Ignatz’s paint. He was seeing red as he chased Claude to get “revenge”. You just stood there as you watch Claude trying to escape Lorenz.

You sighed as you went back to what you’re doing.

This is the Daily Life of [Y/N] [LN] ever since they met the Riegan Heir.

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#fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem three houses x reader #golden deer #claude #claude x reader #claude von reigan #claude von reigan x reader #claude von riegan #claude von riegan x reader #req ans❣️

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daily-dose-of-imagines · 4 years

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𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙-𝕌𝕡 ♡

Heyy!! Do you think I could get a matchup for FE3H, Haikyuu, and KNY?

I’m a heterosexual female, enfp, hufflepuff, and my star sign is a taurus. I have curly and somewhat messy hair that I find frustrating to take care of sometimes, and I have to always wear glasses since I have bad eye sight. I’m really short and my body is a bit underdeveloped for my age (I only weigh about 94lbs, and my height is 4'11"). Im usually the butt of all short jokes in my particular friend group, but it doesnt bother me in the slightest! I actually enjoy being the height that I am to be completely honest.

Despite being so tiny, I have a lot of energy. I’m very extroverted and I enjoy being around my friends and family. I love being able to make people smile, which has inspired me to persue comedy improv as a hobby. To be completely honest, I only act so outgoing around people that I’m familiar with/have similar interests as me, but it doesnt really take much to break past those walls I put up. My interests aside from improv include drawing, writing, anime, video games, scrapbooking, and cosplaying.

I am a bit of a workaholic sometimes, especially when it comes to my passions or my academics. Despite being social, I struggle with keeping a balance between my school life and my social life. The amount of stress I usually put on myself results in me becoming pretty emotionally sensitive, and I get emotionally hurt by small things very often. I also consider myself to be a bit of a crybaby–and I usually try to avoid situations that would damage my self esteem even more.

But anyways, thank you for taking time to do this matchup!! I really appreciate it, and I love your blog !! 😁😁💗

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Hello @miniqko~! I’m so glad you love our blog ;; we try really hard to improve and make interesting imagines / one shots and meet requests! I hope you enjoy the matches I give you~! Again, thank you so much for your support!

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𝕀 𝕊𝕙𝕚𝕡 𝕐𝕆𝕌 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔽𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕘…

ᴄʟᴀᴜᴅᴇ ᴠᴏɴ ʀɪᴇɢᴀɴ

I’m pretty sure this one was probably obvious ngl sksksk your cheerful and energetic attitude definitely helps bring his mood up 100%! Claude can definitely relate to having hard to maintain hair. (With the odd lengths and intricate ways he styles it) Despite being pretty chill and laid back with an aura of mystery, he can’t help but be enamored by you.

He definitely takes advantage of your height and cracks a couple of jokes here and there whenever he can. Sometimes when you expel a lot of energy, he likes to lift you up off the ground and carry you around like the lion king. A teasing grin on his features while you flail about. He absolutely adores your reactions.

Definitely enjoys your improv and skills in that field as it has honestly gotten you both out of trouble with the professors. Not only that, but he is also the one who’ll remind you to take a break when you’re over working yourself too hard. Despite not caring too much about his own grades, he is most likely tune to your behaviors and will do more check-ups on you if you happen to go MIA for a hot second.

In terms of overworking / over stressing, this boy will deadass lift you up and out of wherever you are for a much needed fresh air break. If things get immensely bad, he’ll honestly take you to his room and let you cry to your heart’s content while holding you and patting your back.

PDA wise, this boi will always have a hand on your. Be it around your waist, shoulders, interlaced hands– end all he will always have you within arms reach. Is honestly an affectionate baby who really enjoys your presence~.

ɴɪꜱʜɪɴᴏʏᴀ ʏᴜ

First things first, your height will definitely boost his feelings for you. Not that it even mattered in the first place, but being able to look down at you and press kisses to your forehead or being able to prop his chin on top of yours is a weakness of his. He can’t help but feel that he’s truly a guardian deity when he has you wrapped up in his arms.

Like you, he has an insane amount of energy and tries to waste it all up on VBC (though of course he’ll still somehow manage to wake up bright and early) He’ll help you try to figure out different ways to expel any extra energy you both may have. More often then not, it’s a lot of play fighting that leads to more.. uhm. yea *wink wink*

Anywho, in terms of overworking yourself, he will do anything in his power to help you maintain and work through it in a helpful way. Despite being a sort of workaholic himself, with all the new bruises and intensive training he goes through, he tries to change his habit in hopes of being able to rub it off on you.

Is immensely in love with your improv skills and tries to learn some on his own so he can act with you. Definitely is the one who’ll join you in any of your interests or hobbies just to be with you~!

With PDA, he’s very touchy! Always holding you and showing you off or bragging to the VBC that he has the most adorable baby~. You’ll always find your hand in his or his jacket on you, or him waiting to walk you home~.

ᴋʏᴏᴊᴜʀᴏ ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ

Loud, strong, and always brimming with confidence and energy. This boy is here for you through and through! He matches your enthusiasm and energy with no effort at all! Any sort of interests or hobbies you may have he supports you 100%. Though if it’s in any way detrimental to your health he will heavily ask you to reconsider a safer route where your physical and mental health will be safe and secure.

He is definitely the one who’ll put you on his shoulders and walk around with you unabashedly around the facilities. He worries over your workaholic tendencies and will think of ways to help you take breaks as well as advice to keep you from crashing and burning hard.

If he sees an emotional build up in you, you can best expect him to be there for you the moment you’re about to break. He’ll most likely scare everyone off around you in case it’s in public and will help you through it. Will talk with you about your issues and give you advice to help get a better understanding as well as how to avoid the immense amount of hurt from anything in particular.

He’s rather honorable in terms of PDA. He won’t really touch you unless he has your consent. He respects you deeply and wants you to be comfortable with him as well as understanding that he sees you as someone who will tell him when you’re ready to push forward with your relationship.

Once it’s established and you both are comfortable he’ll do the sweetest gestures. Most of them being small, but meaningful. Loves to brush your hair out of your face whenever the both of you are sitting and just star gazing.

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fic-off · 4 years

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Yo, Three Houses Bitches

Request me Claude fics you fucking cowards

#Fire Emblem Three Houses #Fe3h #Claude Fire Emblem #Claude von Reigan #Fe3h x reader #Claude von Reigan x reader

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x-readers-for-the-lonely · 5 years

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Tree (Claude von Reigan x Reader)

love him so much I had to write for him

- Mod Peaches

*Note (W/N) means Wyvern Name

"Whatcha drawing?" Claude.

"Are you in the tree again?" You sigh and turn your head upward a little, but no Claude insight.

"I dunno am I? Or is this just my voice in your head?" You shook your head at this and looked back to your sketchbook before mumbling,

"Get down so I can show you."

"I can see perfectly fine from-" thud. "Ouch, that hurt," and there he is in all his glory... Claude von Reigan, the soon to be "leader man" of the Alliance, sprawled out on the grass from his fall out of a tree. And you can't help but laugh at his misery, a loud and hearty laugh. "What's so funny?"

"Y-you!" you gasped in between giggles, you then took a few breaths to calm down and in that time, he gets up stretches his arms and takes his place next to you against the large tree trunk you were drawing against. "Sorry, it's just that I've never seen you fall mid-sentence."

"Trust me, I would have laughed twice as hard if it were you who fell."

"Har har," you roll your eyes and turn your sketchbook towards him, "Do you want to see my drawing or not?"

"Yes duh, why did you think I asked?" you turn the weathered pages towards him, the pattern of lines and shapes in black ink stand out. "A wyvern... very cute."

"That's it?" you were expecting one of his usual 'wow you're so good at drawing!' Or 'you could move the eye over a little bit to make it REALLY look like the person!' But no, nothing.

"(Y/N), you've been drawing the same wyvern for days now, it's kinda stale." Ouch... stale?

"I suppose you're right... but ever since I've done Sky Watch... I dunno (W/N) and I have a connection."

"You named him (W/N)?"

"Yes." you look towards him and smile, he smiles back, shakes his head, and sighs contently. Hearing the familiar tune of the Monastery bells, his head perks up. Pushing his hands against the ground, he lets out a small groan as he gets up.

"Nice chatting with ya, but I've got to go," He stood in front of you and held out his hand for you to take, as you do, he plants a ginger kiss to the back of it and smiles. "Until next time, my deer."

"Was that a pun?"

"...Maybe," we giggle a little and he walks away, but not before waving goodbye.

hm, Claude...

#fe16 #fe3h #claude von reigen #claude von reigan x reader #fire emblem #imagine #fire emblem imagines

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misora-msby · 3 years

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Uh hi! I’d like to request the song thing, 1:30 with Claude, please? This is my first time requesting from you so sorry if I did it wrong :)

“would it ruin the magic if i stole the words off your tongue?”

- say it first, ROLE MODEL

( i have to apologise, this was so so late! i’m so sorry! but i really hope you can enjoy it >< )

as you wrote in your notebook, every so often you would glance up. not at your textbook from which you were studying from but at the man sitting opposite you - claude von reigan. he was set to be the next leader of the golden deer alliance, the leader of the golden deer house in the academy, a charismatic and crafty man, incredibly handsome, a fun and funny guy to be around, and most importantly, the one you had a crush on.

you had been thinking of confessing your feelings to him for the longest time. but you were unsure if you should. after all, you were just some regular commoner, why would he ever feel the same way about you? thinking about that, you let out a sigh.

“what’s wrong?” claude asked.

you looked up to see his brown eyes staring right at you.

“a-ah, nothing much. just thinking about how the ball is tomorrow. i wonder what special things they’ll set up!” you lied with an awkward laugh.

"well, it's probably gonna be real fancy," claude hummed, "delicious food, nice drinks, beautiful decorations, they're probably going all out for us.”

“hm… that sounds like it.” you sighed, head resting on one hand as you already pictured the scene. you had even heard that one famous orchestra would be coming to play music! it would be the first time attending a ball so your thoughts were filled with excitement.

and in all of them, your dance partner was the man across from you. just thinking of swaying slowly across the marble floor with his hand on your waist and his face so close to yours had your heart aflutter. and of course, you haven’t even asked him if he would like to dance with you! you had been working up the courage and planned to ask for the past week but the time never seemed right.

but maybe now would be good - you were alone in the library and the ball would be tomorrow and all his attention was on you anyways so-

“say… you wouldn’t happen to have a partner for the first dance, would you?” claude asked with a cheeky smile on his face.

“d-did you remind my mind or something?!” you gasped.

he replied with a chuckle, leaning back in his chair and stretching his arms back. “well… maybe i did. or maybe i could tell just by the look on your face.” as he said that, he leaned forward so your faces were only inches apart.

“what do you say? be my partner?” the slightest hint of a smirk on claude’s lips as he asked the question.

you were frozen in your seat, not even blinking due to your surprise. but slowly your face softened into a smile.

“you stole the words right off my tongue.”

#claude x reader #claude von reigan #claude von riegan #fe3h #fire emblem three houses #fire emblem #fe3h x reader #claude imagines #claude fire emblem #claude #mikan’s 777 #claude scenarios

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theodora3022 · 3 years

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The LoveSick Schemers

Summary: Claude and Yuri as Yanderes, as per requested.

Notes: Someone wants three houses yanderes?! Yeah I am also a FE blog pffttt- Anyway I assumed you meant separate, not poly(I’m not comfortable with that) or competition(sounds tempting, maybe I’ll do it once I clear out my inbox). I set the reader to be a fellow student in Garreg Mach for the convenience’s sake, hope that’s alright. I happen to love these boys a lot too, so hello fellow schemer lover!

These are pretty tame since you didn’t specify anything, I don’t want to accidentally trigger anyone! The Yuri one is gender neutral, the Claude one is a bit on the female side.

Warnings: Spoiler for the game(obviously), possessive behaviour

Claude Von Riegan

“I’m from the ruling house of the Leicester alliance, but don’t worry about all that madness.”

To draw his attention, you’ll have to be a trickster yourself, or an ideal-bound conservative like Ingrid. The former would light that competitive fire, while the latter your serious ways are amusing to behold to him.

At first Claude would only see you as a pleasant distraction, he has grand plans after all. But sometimes he would find himself eyeing at your concentrated form as you swing weapons, or study magic tomes, with a genuine smile on his lips.

It was at that moment, Claude knew something had slipped out of his control.

His mother and father told him what love feels like, but this is the first time the seventeen-year-old prince has experienced it firsthand.

If you are in another house, Claude will find a way to convince Byleth(or anyone leading the Golden deer) to have you transferred. But seriously, he can be charming when he wants to be, you won’t be able to say no. If even that doesn’t work, how about scouting away all of your friends so you’ll have no choice but to join the Golden deer!

He will go out of his way to spend time with you, finding flawless excuses so you won’t suspect a thing (even if you are as cunning as him). If your goal is to become an archer, that’s more than perfect for Claude because expect him to invite you to target practice everyday. “It’s a house leader’s duty to make sure the member honed their skills properly. Now, do you want to try with this killer bow?” Authority class is also a good way to bond with you!

Expect Claude to invite you every meal possible, with Hilda. You will feel odd to dine with him at first, but once you get used to it, he is just another goofball who has good tricks up his sleeves.(Claude will deliberately make himself appear dumber so you would lower your guard) If you are a goodie-two-shoe(A/N:like Ingrid), you might even scold him for his lacking of table manners!

Claude would try to make your relationship as normal as possible. As a prince, he had seen enough toxic relationships in the royal court of Almyra. Someone as wonderful as you should not be a caged dove, a mere wife for your crest or bloodline(if you are a noble that is). He wants you to flourish alongside him, as a formidable mage/soldier. The future Queen of Alymra should be able to defend herself at least!

But him only. Don’t even think of getting into someone else’s arms.

That Blue lion lad who asked you to the grand ball? How unfortunate it is to hear that he had fallen off from a clift on a mission. That Black eagle boy who is getting too handsy with you at lunch? It was disturbing to know that his black magic backfired leaving him permanently disabled.

Too bad if you liked any of your suitors back. Because they will get their due for attempting to lure you astray from your dear Claude.

Would persuade you to become House Riegan’s knight during the timeskip so he can stay close to you. Golden deers need to stick together, especially during these chaotic times right?

Once you are in the Deirdru with him, that is when the new Duke will start trying to court you formally.

If you are charmed by his amorous advances during the five years, he will be overjoyed and the dark side of the moon will never come into play. Although Claude would be concerned about how to reveal his real identity before officially announcing the marriage, and how his parents or the people of Almyra would think of another Foldanese Queen.

If you somehow didn’t get swayed by his smooth ways, that’s okay too! As long as you do not promise your hand to another! Surely he can work out something after this war. Since you are in his domain now, no one is allowed to make inappropriate advances towards you because of the Duke’s warnings. They wouldn’t want themselves and their family exiled from Reigan territory, or even the entire Leicester Alliance.

Yuri Leclerc

“Don’t let that pretty face fool you. He is a rouge, through and through.”

I imagine Yuri would like someone who is naive, virtuous,kind hearted like Ashe(A/N: It’s a crime they don’t have at least a B support IS!!!). You are that refreshing breath of air, the one who reached out to help him when almost everyone looked down to the residents of the abyss.

You are probably a sheltered noble lady, who has not learned about the sinister world well enough to not display kindness towards anyone. Or someone like Mercedes, who loves to take the role of an older sister to others in the Academy.

He would want to preserve your innocence, that precious pureness in this dirty, corrupted world. Yuri is a rat who lurks in the cold shadows, it’s only natural your radiant warmth would attract him.

When he is taken in by Byleth to the Officer’s academy, you are the first to invite him to the dining hall for a decent meal. You even gave him half of your peach sorbet to him since it charges extra and he didn’t spend money on it. “You have a sweet tooth, right? Well, I haven’t touched mine yet, here’s half of it.”

Another naive little fool, guess it’s only fair for him to protect you, to make sure your kindness doesn’t get exploited by other people.

Yuri always has interesting stories for you, or if you are a bookworm, he will bring you some banned books from the Shadow library. Be careful though, better not let Seteth see you reading them.

This guy is smooth and he knows it. Yuri would slip in some flirtaious words here and there, they can be considered as friendly even.

You in turn helped the people of the abyss in any way possible. If you are a white mage, you are happy to heal their wounds or care for the sick, since only a few healers are willing to devote time to “the underground”. If you are a soldier, you would teach the people how to wield a weapon, to defend themselves from thieves and bandits.

Realization didn’t strike Yuri all at once. Constance and Hapi are the first ones to notice how his gaze never strays away from you, and they love teasing him for it. He would deny it, saying he merely thinks of you as a good friend. Then when the thick headed Balthus also agrees with them, that is when his composure would collapse.

Genuine affections? Romantic attachments? Those things should not take up so much space in his heart. They can be perceived as weaknesses, to be used against him. How dare you make him feel this way, who gives you the right?

Maybe the goddess does watch over Folan and this is her punishment for all Yuri’s sins.

Like Claude, Yuri knows how to wear a smiling mask as if that is his true nature. He is a gang leader, he is not afraid to dirty his hands. Yuri is a lot less merciful than Claude when it comes to rivals. While Claude would not takes lives, only causing them enough harm so they get the hint, Yuri will resort to murder as he sees fit. He got underlings at his disposal, his rivals will be nothing against him even if they come from an influential family.

During the five years, since Yuri cannot leave the abyss, you two will keep in touch via letters, unknownst to you he also got some of his trusted henchmen to watch over you, making sure you are in good health and safe.

Once you return to Garreg Mach, you two can pick up where you left off! Don’t worry, Yuri won’t let you die or out of his sight again!

#yandere #yandere fire emblem #yandere fe3h #yandere claude von riegan #yandere yuri leclerc #yandere claude von reigan x reader #yandere yuri leclerc x reader #claude von riegan #yuri leclerc #request fill

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