#hazel x wriothesley

[cloudwisp]

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“Does this tea time have to end at all? Couldn’t it just continue on into the evening, with you keeping me company?”

[witch-hazels-musings]

HI! I would like to request an event for mah Boi wriothesley!

um wormwood, feverfew, and hellebore? If i did it wrong im sorry, it's my first time requesting

Wormwood (nightmares), Feverfew (sickness, accidents), Hellebore (anger, wrath) Wriothesley x gn reader | Curse Ritual warning: Wriothesley nightmares about his past (emotions: panic, discomfort, images: blood, dead bodies, hints at torture (this nightmare is dark**)), relationship angst - NO COMFORT -- This is my first time writing for Wriothesley. I asked people for help on this and it broke my friend T.T

"Mom? Dad? Where are you?" Wriothesley called into the darkness, his hands sliding along the slick walls of the dim hall. A steady drip of water echoed somewhere in the distance, like a leaking pipe or a faucet left on. "Mom?" He continued, eyes squinting to better see the blurry shapes that appeared from corners, through cracks in the foundation, but every time he approached they were gone. Like specters seeping from submerged shadows.

Ahead he heard voices. Pleasant, filled with a love he recognized. He picked up the pace but before the amber light touched his small hand, he tripped and slammed face-first into the soiled ground.

"Ouch," he mumbled, rubbed his wet nose, and blinked through the pain. The light illuminated the ground he lay on but it wasn't the color of polished wood or grey stone, it was red. Caked. Coated. He pulled back his hand and found the shade painted on his palm.

Wriothesley screamed, scrambling backward only to collide with something soft, fleshy. A soft bell jingled, one he had gifted to his sister on her last birthday. He knew that sound. It rang out through his house every time she ran to show him a drawing she had made, or a gift she had scrapped together from bits and pieces found around the house. So when he looked at the face of the girl lying in a pool or red, he knew it couldn't be her. She'd never look so lifeless.

"It's alright sweetie, everything will be okay. Mommy would never hurt you."

Wriothesley turned toward his mother's voice. It floated down the corridor like a song she used to sing to him when he woke up from a nightmare. "M-Mom," he said, fear coating his weak voice as he crawled to it.

"Sleep, little darling. Lay down your head. Sleep, little darling."

Blinking in the light, Wriothesley struggled to make sense of what he saw. His body trembled, and involuntary tears dropped like rain below him as he watched his mother, the woman who took him in, who held him when he cried, who cared for his wounds and tucked him in slowly caressing the hair of his older brother while his father, the man who taught him how to stand up for himself, the man who reminded him of rights and wrongs took apart a member of his family.

His world tilted. Flashes of contorted faces rushed by him. The bite of metal in his hand, the crash of Cryo exploding again and again, and again, the screams. The violent, rumbling screams of betrayal and lies tore through him while darkness and blood-stained hands shielded his eyes.

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"Wriothesley!" you screamed and shielded your head as flecks of ice cascaded around you. Prying your eyes open, you stared at the blank expression of the Duke towering over you. His fist flush against the wall, his hand caging your own beside your head. Fire and rage burned deep in his eyes. "Look at me, look -" You reached for his chin but flinched when his gaze met yours.

He was breathing heavily, as if each one was agonizing. Whatever nightmare he was having, it seemed he had yet to be free of it.

"It's me. Can you see me?" you asked, unable to stop the brutal tremors commanding your body. "Wriothesley."

He blinked and jittered like a gear dislodging from rust.

"That's it. It's me, it's me."

The agitation in his eyes faded only to be replaced with horror. He stumbled backward, shaking uncontrollably as he stared in disbelief at his hands. "What have I -"

"It's okay, it's alright," you explained and held out your hands to him. When you took a step toward him he took one back.

"Step back."

The pain in his voice broke you. You weren't sure what was worse, the whimpers that alerted you to his distress, or the way he looked at you now.

Agony in human form.

A tear rolled down your face so you quickly wiped it away. "It's okay-"

"Did I do that?" he asked, pointing to the red mark on your wrist. The sweltering truth of his actions.

You covered your wrist and stepped toward him. "It's nothing, you were afraid. It was just a nightmare. It wasn't -"

"Stay back. I - I warned you. Nothing good will come of me."

"That's not true."

"Allowing you to be here was a mistake. You'll be happier on the surface, far from where I can touch -" He snapped his jaw closed and breathed before turning for the door. You chased after him and when heard your voice, he stalled, turned, and moved toward you until he was inches from your face. "I -" His brows furrowed, his lips curled downward while his eyes searched you.

"You can't chase me away," you said defiantly. "I won't run."

"And I won't be the reason you get hurt."

"You aren't."

He rolled his eyes and reached for your hand, you flinched. "Then what would you call that?"

You squeezed your hand but all he could do was look at the mark he had left on you. "It was an accident."

"I cannot live my life with accidents. They get people killed. They hurt - hurt people I love," he said through gritted teeth, with pain and strain as if the words forced their way through without his permission. He was tormented, you could see it in his muscles, his expression, his eyes.

"Wriothesley-" he cut you off with his lips. It made you jump but not out of fear, instead, you leaned into it, held onto his lapel as he slid his hand through your hair to bring you closer. The kiss was feverish, desperate, and ended far too quickly.

His boots echoed in his office, met the rhythm of your beating heart as you stood there speechless while he fussed with a set of nobs and levers by the door. When he returned to your side, you breathed in his scent and hummed at the feeling of his hands near your outer hip.

"I like signs of strength and hope," he began as he ran his fingers over your ear, his eyes dancing between your lips and the discoloration forming on your wrist. "They give me reassurance that tomorrow will be better than today. I have lived many days with that hope, and come hell or high water, I will ensure your days forever remain better."

His voice broke but before you had a chance to speak the metal doors to his office roared to life and he shepherded you toward two Gardemeks waiting for orders.

Wriothesley cleared his throat and composed himself. "Escort them to the surface. And commit to memory that they are never allowed to return."

"What? Wriothesley, no, take it back - wait, let go of me!" The Gademecks held your arms and hoisted you off the ground. You flailed and screamed but they didn't listen to you, they never would. "Please, don't do this!"

"Live your life in the sun," he said as he held up your access card and watched, silently, as you were taken from his sight for the last time.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

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Thaumaturgy | October 2024 | x gn reader | sfw | fluff-angst-spice

- "I have longed to understand this plane, but it all eludes me. I am tired of waiting. So I shall force the world to answer." -

This event is based on ‘Spells and Rituals’ – Submissions will play on the spell-casting practices of using natural world items to bend to the caster's will.

Protection Rituals (fluff)

Kaeya - Evergreen (the unexpected), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Frankincense (confidence)

Zhongli - Evergreen (the unexpected), Cinnamon (love and prosperity), Lepidolite (regulation, stress relief), Jasmine (love, sensuality)

Kazuha - Jasmine (love, sensuality), Lepidolite (regulation, stress relief), Frakincense (confidence), Dalmation (loyalty, family)

Ganyu - Angelite (gentleness, healing), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Cinnamon (love and prosperity), Feverfew (sickness, accidents)

Il Capitano - Evergreen (the unexpected), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Frankincense (confidence)*

Albedo - Frankincense (confidence), Angelite (gentleness, healing), Sandalwood (ceremony), Jasmin (love, sensuality)

Xiao - Ginsing (communication, guidance), Lavender (comfort, calm), Wormwood (nightmares)

Childe - Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Dalmatian stone (loyalty, family), Wormwood (nightmares)*

Diluc - Lavender (comfort, calm), Angelite (gentleness, healing), Jasmin (love, sensuality)*

Divination Rituals (general)

Childe - Sandalwood (ceremony), Dalmatian Stone (loyalty, family), Cinnamon (love and prosperity)

Xiao - Lavender (comfort, calm), Lepidolite (regulation), Evergreen (the unexpected), Jasmin (love, sensuality)

Neuvillette - Sandalwood (ceremony), Dalmatian Stone (loyalty, family), Ginsing (communication, guidance)

Diluc - Jasmine (love, sensuality), Unakite (attraction), Frankincense (confidence)*

Zhongli - Ginsing (communication, guidance), Lavender (Comfort, calm), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding)*

Curse Rituals (angst)

Diluc - Graveyard Dirt (loss, grief), Black Tourmaline (safety, shielding), Hellebore (anger, wrath)

Albedo - Feverfew (sickness, accidents), Evergreen (the unexpected), Jasmine (love, sensuality) (reader death)*

Scaramouche - Feverfew (sickness, accidents), Hellebore (anger, wrath), Serpentine (observation, mysteries)

Wriothesley - Wormwood (nightmares), Feverfew (sickness, accidents), Hellebore (anger, wrath)*

favorites*

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.