Seraph Of The End X Reader One Shots!

Urd Geales X Reader

A/N: This one will be a little different to the rest, with everything centered around Urd instead of you. Tell me if you like it this way, and I'll do a few more like this if you do.

Urd Geales had come to hate all the vampires that Lest Karr sent his way. Whenever there was a Vampire that would prove a greater asset to another country than the one they was in, the Progenitors would have a trade. Unfortunately for Urd, Lest always sent less that sufficient dancers. (Urd obviously had different ideas when he thought of asset). But the one Lest sent this time was better than the rest. She wasn't a great dancer, but she was good at something else, even if he couldn't put his finger on it.

She stumbled around quite clumsily on the dance floor, and Urd couldn't help but hear the "Oh fuck!" That came out of her mouth everytime she got her footing wrong. She was highly amusing to watch, but that wasn't what was so great about her. So in his curiosity, Urd decided to do a little bit of digging.

"What's her name?" He demanded in his usual, thick Russian accent.
"I don't know who you're referring to." Lest responded with a sigh, his face filling the computer screen. "And I also do not see why you have called me under the pretences of an urgent question, just to find out some bodies name." The German Progenitor appeared to be in quite a bad mood, and Urd presumed that he had just finished a phone conversation with Krul.

"The last...asset you sent me." Urd responded. He grumbled. Perhaps finishing the conversation quickly would lighten Lest's less than desirable temper.
"Oh her name Y/N L/N. Why do you want to know about her? She has a complete lack of respect and she's useless at everything she does. She-"
"Yes. Thank you Lest. Goodbye." Urd ended the video call quickly, to save his German friends ranting.

So, Y/N L/N. That was her name. And now that Urd knew it, he could start to have some fun.

He decided to set up a scheme where dancers would also work as part time servants, even though the only "servant" that he actually employed was Y/N.

She walked across the high roofed hall to Urd's throne with surprising elegance. It was obvious that she had been practising, especially with those horrendously high high heels on.

Unfortunately her luck ran short when she finally reached Urd's chair, tripped over her own two feet and poured his blood right the way down his white shirt. Urd let out a sigh, as she quickly started to apologise. Excessively.
"Sorry! Sorry! I'm so sorry! Urgh shit- oh sorry! Sorry! Sorry Sir, sorry!"
"Is sorry the only thing you can say?" He snapped. He didn't mean to scare her, and he chewed his lip afterward. He probably shouldn't have yelled at her. He glanced up at her nervously, but she didn't seem scared by his snapping. In fact, she seemed rather annoyed by it instead.
"I apologise, Sir." She responded sarcastically. Urd shook his head.
"It does not matter. Go and get me some more. And get me a new shirt as well." He instructed. "Also, take off those stupid heels." Y/N nodded, hurrying back to the other side of the room and pausing for a minute.
"I didn't wear the heels from my own choice. Your head servant told me to. He said it's part of the women's uniform. So I'm sorry if you don't like them, but these were indirectly your choice." And with that she slammed the door shut. Urd winced. That didn't go well.

Ten minutes later, Urd raised an eyebrow in surprise when Y/N returned to the room, wearing a scruffy pair of boots as if to spite his decision. He let out a surprised chuckle, as she walked over to him and dropped his white shirt on his head. Although this time, the white shirt was drenched with red. And that red...was more blood.

"Though I do appreciate your humour, Y/N, please try not to waste my blood supply while your at it."
"But shouldn't you have a life times supply?"
"Not necessarily no. If you took a minute to look outside of this castle, you'd notice that the world is in a vampire apocalypse, and humans are running low."
"Unless your Japan who still has humans running amock trying to kill the vampires?" Y/N rolled her eyes as she told Urd about Japan-as if he didn't already know its current situation.

He simply hummed in response.
"You don't take a joke, do you?"
"I'm the second Progenitor. I'm also the current head of the Vampire Council. I don't have time for jokes." Urd sighed.
"So loosen up a little. In your spare time." Y/N suggested, placing a hand on her hip. Urd was rather surprised that she even had the courage to tell him what to do, but it was a nice change. Being the second Progenitor came with its perks-he was very strong, and could get almost anyone to do what he wished. However he was also very bad at making friends. Most people just expected that he wanted something from them, or that he was there to kill them. Either way, he responded simply. As much as he appreciated  (very very much so) talking to Y/N (mainly staring at her amazing eyes) he was running out of the little time he had to sit on his chair and enjoy his lunch; which he still hadn't had.

"I don't have spare time."
"You seem to have enough spare time to come and watch me dance at rehearsal-which your not supposed to be at."
"I can make spare time to watch you make a fool out of yourself." Urd replied, seemingly rather smug.
"So then what are you doing now? Your sat around doing nothing.  That's definitely spare time."
"This is my lunch break. 15 minutes, no matter how much more time I want. Speaking of 15 minutes, their now down to 1 minute. Now if you don't mind, I have work to-"
"So why don't you take a joke at lunch?"
"Because nobody will joke to me."
"I would." Y/N proposed.
"And what about dancing?"
"You can still watch."

Urd paused. It was a good proposition, and it meant he could spend more time with Y/N. But he wanted something more. After all, he had finally figured out what made her so much better than everyone else. She was an absolute dream, with that H/L H/C hair and bright E/C eyes. He wished for nothing more than to spend every waking minute of his life with her. But of course he didn't have enough time for that. So he tried to settle with the next best thing. And much to his joy, she agreed.
"But what about a more...private dance?"

In fact, Urd was pleasantly surprised when she gave him his treasured private dance right then and there, dressed in her maids uniform and scruffy boots. His lunch break ran way over the 1 minute it had left, by a full 11 hours and 45 minutes. Because in the end, they did a lot more than a private dance session. Some of it was was prattling around, and some of it was a completely new type of fooling around, that would definitely become a regular slot in Urd's lunch times. After the private dance, which serves as adequate foreplay.