The Way of the Spider (Claude x Reader)

He was almost as cruel as he was plain, you knew, for the apathetic Trancy butler cared for no person but himself, and showed that fact in many ways.

His selfishness had caused his greed to grow larger as he began to lust for a young visitor to the Trancy household:

(F/N) (L/N), a rather pretty sight she was. Claude knew her soul would prove to be a better feast than even that of the Trancy boy himself. For she was rich in innocence, pure in heart and in ways, and that drew him ever near.

He wanted to sully that pesky innocence that gripped that girl. And he knew exactly how to fulfill this deed too.

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"I believe we should keep the visitors here for a few days, show them the key to our hospitality." His deep monotone voice rang to the young earl, causing the impeccable blonde to lean up.

"I don't care what we do with them Claude. Those old geisers really annoy me though," His thoughts wavered back to the prior dinner, where Mrs (L/N) had expressed her grief for Alois's disposition, what with his Father's death.

"Then perhaps we can send them away and keep their daughter here.." Alois suddenly chuckled at the thought that flitted through his mind.

"Claude, you wouldn't have gone and created feelings for that girl would you?" He taunted, raising an outstretched hand to his butler's face. "How adorable, really. You've fallen hard."

Much to Alois's dismay, Claude didn't render a single emotion in his Master's actions. "Fine, whatever, do what you like." The blonde snapped, leaving the room with his chin held high.

Oh yes, he will do what he likes, right when the time comes around.

-Time Skip! Brought to you by a secretive trio! 2 days later.-

"Miss (F/N), I'm here to help you get dressed." The butler spoke from behind the door of the guest room. Your parents had agreed to let you stay here for a full week, on account of Alois's asking. His reasons were still unknown, but they complied nonetheless.

You didn't mind it, it was a lovely mansion after all.

Claude had now opened your door, casting his eyes upon where you stood in your nightgown. He stepped forward and leaned his body in a curt bow. "I trust you slept well, Miss."

You nodded, a sheepish smile on your lips.

Claude tilted his head, "I hope you don't mind my forwardness, but your skin smells...

                 ..divine."

A rouge rose to your cheeks, and you swore you saw a smirk adorn his face at your expression.

"So easy to tease. Maybe it's that pure nature you hold." He wasn't looking at you now, but you could feel the amusement he gave off. "We'll just have to do something about that, now won't we?"

He now knew...


...the spider had finally caught his butterfly in his web.