Reader One-Shots {Anime}

Black Butler: Claude Faustus {"Knitting"}

☆WRITTEN OCTOBER 2018☆

[A/N: This is just a cute, somewhat funny idea I had about Claude trying to teach someone how to crochet/knit. Since he's got that whole spider thing going on, he's good at it. I'm awful at it so I thought it could be funny to have a situation in which he showed someone how and they weren't so great at it either. As far as the backstory goes, you/the reader work at the Trancy Manor (I felt like it'd be easier to do that than not), and you're not just there as a maid. You're not human, but you're not a demon or a reaper. You're just another immortal being working independently but for good and not evil. I feel like there's gotta be some antithesis to demonic contracts out there somewhere. Ah well, it's not that important to the plot here, anyway. Read and see! It's all for fun! I hope you like it! It's not too long. I could have make it simpler but eh, it's not really in me to be like that. Again, let me know if anyone has anything else they'd like to see!]
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The afternoon sun was warm and pleasant as you gazed out of the high windows of the Trancy Manor. It had been three or four months that you'd been employed as a maid, all the while concealing that you weren't there to clean dishes, fetch water and change your master's linens ever other week. Alois Trancy hired you for one reason only. Claude. His manic obsession with gaining some sort of affection from his soulless prat of a butler seemed rather foolish to you. Therefore, he saw you as placid, someone who wouldn't pose a threat to him, and that was evident when they had first met you.

It was in a tailor shop owned by a woman named Nina Hopkins. She worked for a number of nobles, an enticing and beguiling character who radiated complimentary energy, and Alois took right to her whenever she said anything remotely kind to him. What an ego that kid had. You'd remember it for the rest of your time with him, though it was to be cut short. That day he met you, it wasn't all bad for you- though you'd like to have put it out of your mind. That was because of the connection it had to him. Claude Faustus was the only thing you had any semblance of a history with. He couldn't deny it, and neither could you. So when he reacted more emotionally than either you or Alois could have predicted, he became equally enthralled each time he could observe your interactions. Claude's interest in you became Alois Trancy's recent-most favourite topic of study.

The true reason behind Claude's fascination with you rested in mutual business interests. He was a demon. He was aptly named, a purveyor of Faustian contracts. That was clear to you, and you never got why Alois ever thought a demon was capable of love. Not the way he wanted anyhow. Though, you'd never admit it, you had your doubts and secret hopes as well. You weren't supposed to like demons because you worked for the 'other guys.' You worked for the benign, the divine, and though you weren't an angel or a reaper or anything with a definite name, you were a servant of the light. A low-ranking, if not altogether demoted one nonetheless, you served the God of various religious book you no longer cared to go though. You were bored. You had too much time and not enough fun. That's why you let this situation occur. Maybe you'd get Claude to do something stupid. You had nothing better to do with your time.

Claude seemed to think similarly. That did interest you. So that day, for some peculiar reason, you and Claude found yourselves alone, Alois gone somewhere, the manor empty. Your boredom saw the chance for temporary reprieve.

"{Y/N}." You turned around and stifled a yawn as you looked at the man you knew wasn't a man at all.

"What do you want?"

He cleared his throat imperiously and spoke in an overly theatrical fancied form. "I wanted to inform you that it is high time for you to fully learn the duties of a maid."

You laughed and turned back to the window. "Get out of here, Claude. I don't have to do anything I don't want to."

He moved toward you and placed a hand on your shoulder. You whipped it away. "Stop it!" You huffed. "Go away, Claude."