#sorry i love wriothesley breaking down fics

[kiwismitten]

Tired words | Wriothesley x GN!reader

Angst/comfort: Being the frontlines for the whole country’s fate can really make a man lose sleep. After the events that took place, and the sudden return of his lover he’s very snippy.

spoilers: main fontaine archon quest!

CW: yelling , reader almost ded , wriothesley kinda ooc (let me know if i missed anything!)

words: 1751

The halls of the Fortress of Meropide have never felt colder as you make your way to your boyfriend’s office. The events of the days before fresh in everyone’s mind. The incident in Poisson only a few days before your return.

You were on an academic trip to Sumeru, learning about the herbal medicines and picking up some fruits and herbs to bring back to Fontaine. As soon as the steam bird articles showed up at your host home’s door the night of the incident, you apologized and began packing your bags. You’ve never moved with such haste. Of course you know about the prophecy, and Wriothesley had told you before he didn’t even know if he was Fontainian and joked a ton about getting turned into water alongside everyone else. You personally, just weren’t willing to let him take that chance.

The rushed trip back still felt like it took twice as long as the venture there. Jogging through the city with your bag still on your back, listening to depressing conversations from the other citizens about their impending fate. Frantically, you reach the Fortress entrance, and make your way down.

That’s how you ended up standing outside your boyfriend’s office, anxiety coursing through your body. Even the fortress was in disarray. Your soft knocks on the door earn no response, so you slowly push the heavy doors open with a loud creek.

“Darling?” Your voice echos through the bottom floor, your eyes gazing over everything before landing on the strange staircase going further down that you never noticed before.You drop your bags at the door before cautiously venturing down. “Wriothesley?”

A strong hand grabs your shoulder from behind you making you gasp.

“What are you doing?” He looks exhausted, his tone of voice far from the playful, carefree Wriothesley you’ve grown attached to. Sounding closer to how he addresses inmates. Heat fills your torso with joy, seeing he’s okay, and you fling yourself at him wrapping your arms around him.

“You’re okay…” His normal scowl doesn’t leave his face. Different again since his face normally softens at your contact.

“Yes, yes I’m okay what are you doing here.” He says the bags under his eyes more pronounced than normal, sparking worry in your brain.

“I heard what happened in Poisson, and I left early,” You stood in front of him staring up at his towering figure. He sighs, wiping his face with his wrapped hand. His exhaustion seemed to be weighing on him harder at your statement.

“Why.. did you have to come back now?” he pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb. Your joy falters at his display.

“What do you mean darling..” Your arms fall to your sides. He stares at your form, his eyes piercing through you.

“I mean I thought with you away I'd have one less thing to worry about,” Venom laces his words. “Especially coming to the fortress during times like this, I thought I’d finally be able to focus on the prophecy, but now with you here you’ll need me to be with you so often.” Your heart jumps to your throat. He’s never been so cold to you. Has he always seen being with you as a chore, or is it just the high stress of the current situation. The emotions thick in the air make it difficult to think rationally. The salty air filling your lungs feels heavy and overwhelming.

“I’ll get out of the way.. I just wanted to make sure you were okay,” Glancing down at your feet.

“Well I am. Now please, I have very important matters to get to.” He pushes past you mumbling under his breath. Stunned in silence, soft tears well in your eyes, but you refuse to let them fall. Slowly, you made your way out of the fortress to stay at a small hotel.

You stayed at the hotel for the night, before the news of an archon going on trial reaches you in the morning. News travels fast in Fontaine, especially when there’s always a journalist creeping in the background. Deciding that staying and rotting in a hotel isn’t how you want to spend your first full day home, and you take a short stroll through the bustling streets. It’s as if no one really minds their impending fate. After reaching the opera epiclese you sit at one of the benches by the fountain. Staring into the water you smile remembering all the times you and Wriothesley sat at the near by benches eating together after his work. How you would lean your head on his shoulder listening to the soft roar of water as it cycles through, but if you were to melt into the sea now, it would be knowing that he brushed you away for being worried about him. A sigh escapes your lips as you continue your stroll, and eventually it gets interrupted by a crowd of people trickling out of the opera house. Gossiping amongst themselves about the archon, and not even batting an eye at the soft patter of rain on pavement.

The rain starts to pick up at an alarming rate, making people rush off under trees, and any form of cover they could find. A somber look rises to your face. “Is this it?” You take a seat on your normal bench, getting soaked in the pelting rain feeling the rain pool at your feet closing your eyes and letting the joyful memories flow through you.

All you really remember is the feeling of water picking you up. Floating through with a peaceful look on your face.Then a graceful arm wrapping around you and bringing you up, and you were suddenly in the air able to breath once again before everything went black.

Waking up in the fortress is never really a heart-warming experience. Especially when it’s in the cold clinical setting of the infirmary. The blurry metallic ceiling is the first thing you see, the bronze color only familiar to the fortress, so you’re immediately aware of where you are. You try to sit up, only to get pushed down by the smaller head nurse.

“Y/N be careful please, you’ve been out for a whole day you’re still healing.” Sigewinne frets over you holding her sticker covered clipboard.

“I feel fine,” You sit up in your bed, feeling the exhaustion hit you. You look around the other beds full of inmates. “I just need some food in me, and I’ll be right as rain.” a smile sheepishly crosses your face at the small joke. Sigewinne frowns and huffs as you pick at the various vital trackers attached to you. She helps a bit and takes out your IV.

“Just like his grace said you would,” you tense at the mention of him forcing a smile. “Just stay here he said to grab him as soon as you’re awake.” Eyes widening, you wait for her to leave before pulling the sheets off of yourself and rushing out of the infirmary. Your vision still blurry from the lack of food. Rushing through the halls, you stop at the canteen, smiling at Bran who waves you over.

“Ah y/n here for your welfare meal?” He smiles softly at your tired form before turning behind him to grab one of the nicer meals. “Courtesy of his grace, eat up.” You slip behind one of the many boxes before sitting on the floor and opening the delicious meal.

Wriothesley walks ahead of Sigewinne his heavy steps unmistakable. When he reaches the infirmary and sees your bed empty he curses under his breath. Sigewinne sighs pouting.

“I did ask her to stay your grace, but they did act weird when I mentioned I was fetching you,” Irritated he walks out, going immediately to the gardes who rat you out immediately.

Too immersed in your delicious food you don’t even notice the heavy steps approaching the canteen.

“What can I do for you your grace,” You stop mid-chew peeking out from the top of the box.

“Have you seen y/n I’m looking for them,” his voice has the carefree energy that you missed so much. His eyes dart around the canteen before meeting yours behind the box where you duck under again. “Ah, never mind, bran.” his heavy steps approach the box, his shadow looming over as you pop back up looking at your hands. He places a heavy hand on your head.

“Wriothesley,” you say breathlessly, tears threatening to fall again. At the break of your voice, he scoops you into his arms his long strides carrying you to his office. He wraps his arms around you as you feel small water droplets fall onto your clothes.

“y/n..” his voice cracks. You’ve never seen him break down like this, he’s the strong one, the one that never lets his strength falter. “I was so scared, i’m so sorry, I should’ve never said any of that shit to you, I was so stressed out after the fortress almost collapsed to the prophecy. I wasn’t getting enough sleep I was exhausted and I took it out on you. I’m so fucking sorry.” Seeing him crumble on top of you was heart-wrenching. His rambling spilling through his lips as his eyes dart across your face. “When Clorinde brought you onto the ship I just wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do, I tried everything but you felt so cold..” He buries his face in your neck.

“I’m okay Wrio, I don’t know what happened but, I’m here I’m fine,” You wrap your arms loosely around his torso. “Honestly I thought I was gonna die with you angry at me, but now I’m here. Getting pushed away hurt, but we’re both okay,” You mumble into his chest.

“I’ll never speak to you like that again, I don’t think I could ever live with myself knowing you left this world with me angry at you when I had no right to be. All you wanted was to make sure I was okay,” He pulls away and holds your face in his hands. “You’re my whole world and I should’ve held that in the front of my mind this whole time. I don’t think I can say sorry enough my love.” His sharp eyes now soft as he leans in to place a soft caring kiss on your lips.

“We’ll be okay,” you melt into his touch, letting him hold you close

[andromeda-nova-writing]

Forgetting For a Moment

Summary: Moving on can take a minute, where sometimes the only thing that can help is to throw yourself further into work.

Words: 1,686

AN: @milkstore is always giving ideas. Is anyone surprised this is another fic inspired by one of those ideas? This is very much a prequel for the other Wriothesley fics I've written. Beta read by @painom

“Could you do me a favor?” Navia asked after poking her half of the slice of cake with a fork.

“Depends on the day.” Y/N’s half of the cake was untouched. Her tea was sipped once. The lipstick mark that normally would be left on the cup wasn’t there. Navia had considered it a miracle that she got Y/N out of her mother’s house. Since she broke off the engagement, it had been just work and home for her. It was sad to see her this down on herself.

“Next Monday, if you are free.” Her favor was just a ploy to get her out of the house more.

“Can’t. I signed up to assist the Fortress of Meripode. I start that day.”

“You signed up for more work?”

“I bought a wedding dress that I won't wear! I almost bought a house. I spent so much money, excited to build a new life.” Her voice had already started to crack with the fresh wound. “I wish I could have seen everything coming.”

Navia was quick to rub her back. “I know, but you shouldn’t overwork yourself.”

“Work has been the one thing I’ve enjoyed.” Mostly because it kept her from feeling sorry for herself. “I at least feel like I deserve being called smart at work.”

“I wish you would quit blaming what happened on yourself.”

“All the signs were there. I was supposed to be getting married this weekend in that dress I paid so much money for. I didn’t even like that gown. You’re supposed to feel special in your wedding dress.”

“You’ll find someone who makes you feel special no matter what you wear.”

“I don’t want that right now. I just want to make it through the day. I really thought he was the one you know.”

“Don’t think about that guy. He doesn’t deserve the energy it even takes to think his name. Tell me about why you wanted to work at the Fortress.” Navia changed the topic. It would be a while till her mood changed, but the least she could do was make sure her mind focused elsewhere.

-

The Fortress was imposing. The first few shifts there, she was assisted by a guard who showed her where to go and how to get around. Sigewinne, the Melusine who worked in the Fortress, was a sweetie. It was hard to believe she worked there for as long as she did. But then again, she knew so much that Y/N shouldn’t have been surprised. 

It was clear that Sigewinne loved stickers, placing them on anything and anyone. There were even some rumors that the Duke who ran the Fortress was a sticker target as well, which had to be false. Everything else she heard about the man was that he used to be sentenced here as well, and how inmates were scared of him. 

A mysterious duke with questionable morals. No need to go out of her way to talk to him. She dealt with men with titles enough. Her mother was right when she said that it’s fine to take money from them when you are hired, but there is no need to be close. Horrible that she had waited so long before fully understanding her mother’s thoughts.

“How was your lunch?” Sigewinne asked, breaking the silence of the infirmary. 

“Quiet. No one showed up except for one lady picking up a prescription.” Y/N explained. The lunch she had taken out to eat was barely touched. It has been almost an hour since Sigewinne's return. Perhaps she just wasn’t all that hungry.

“That’s good.” Sigewinne saw Y/N’s lunch sitting on the table in the same position as when she left. “Did you get distracted by something then?”

“I’m just not as hungry as I thought I would be. It’s nothing to worry about. It’s just my mother tends to make a large breakfast and has been packing quite a lot for lunch for me.” She held up a note with a drawing on it. “Even writing about how much she loves me like I’m a little kid again.”

“She sounds nice.”

“She is one of the sweetest people I know.”

Sigewinne could tell how something heavy weighed on Y/N’s mind. It wasn’t her place to pry but there was comfort in knowing that she had a good support system in place. “At least you had time to rest. If you need to take a break to eat, please do so.”

“I will. I managed to drink all of my water, at least.”

“At least someone here understands how important that is.” A complaint framed as a compliment?

“What do you mean?”

“His Grace has a tea addiction. He is currently suffering the effects of too much caffeine at the moment.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Idiot.” Even with her engagement called off, causing emotion to cloud her, she knew to pay attention to her body. “How bad?”

“Resting finally… I hope.”

“He sounds like a handful.” More reason to avoid meeting him as long as possible. 

“He was worse as a teen.” The way Sigewinne reminisced looked an awful lot like her own mother thinking of her childhood. Best not to question it. Melusines were old creatures anyway.

“I take it you two are close.”

“Yes. I think he has grown up quite nicely. He could do better about how much tea he consumes, though.”

“If he is suffering the effects of too much caffeine, he probably needs to cut back quite a lot. He should notice before it becomes an issue. He's the warden. Him being out due to an issue he caused like that could easily cause issues in the Fortress.” That probably came off harsh. Oh well. He's still a Duke. Probably spoiled to some degree.

Maybe it was good that they hadn't met yet.

-

Y/N worked on organizing medical files for some of the new inmates who had come in. Quiet, peaceful, mindless work that she could easily get done while still continuing to pity herself. Loud footsteps against the metal floor entering the infirmary broke up her pity party.

“I’m fine! It’s just a small cut! I can clean this by myself.” A man’s voice argued. 

“Nope! Last time, you didn’t even bandage it properly. You were supposed to dress a wound, not wrap your hand for boxing.” Sigewinne argued.

“Ehhhh, it’s the same wrapping style.”

Y/N turned away from the desk, looking at Sigewinne and the mystery man entering the room. “No, it’s not. I would advise you to listen to a medical professional. 

Sigewinne nodded yes as she dragged the large man over to one of the beds. “Y/N, you haven’t dealt with many patients as of yet. I think this should be an easy one.” She looked the man directly in the eyes. “As long as he listens. I would hate to have to tell Monsieur Neuvillette that you are refusing medical care. It would be such a bad precedent to set for staff and inmates.”

So the mystery man was high up in the staff to have that type of influence over everyone.

“How many times are you gonna use that threat against me?”

“Until I have to tell him. Sit down already. Y/N, come over here too.” Sigewinne ordered.

Y/N got up from the desk. “You said it was just a cut. Let me go clean up before I can examine it.” It didn’t take long to wash her hands and put on gloves. Sigewinne had already brought over the necessary supplies in that short time.

“Could I have your name so we can add this to your medical record afterwards?” It was a habit that was forming off of advice from Sigewinne.

“Wriothesley.” He was being a good sport about it for Sigewinne.

“Wrytheslee?” She attempted to repeat back. Sigewinne was already laughing like she expected that to happen.

“Not quite. Wriothesley.” He spoke again with a smile tugging at his lips. “I could say it slower.”

“Wrothelsye.” She tried again. 

He spoke his name again, slower this time.

“Wirotsheyle. We are saying the same thing.” Frustration already took over.

“Sigewinne can handle that. She knows where my file is. Just call me Your Grace, everyone else down here calls me that anyway.”

“Wait, you’re the Duke? You don’t even look like one.” It was the most lively she had been since coming down to the Fortress for her shifts.

Sigewinne kept laughing.

“I get that a lot. Must be my love of darker colors. I’ve been told there aren’t a lot of people in high society who get piercings.” He went on, avoiding the obvious of the scars that littered his body. “I’ve been told my hair is unruly, but I think I style it nicely.”

Y/N kept a straight face or at least tried to. “Most Dukes try to look the part and would usually start by introducing themselves as a Duke. Not by their extremely difficult-to-pronounce name.” “I’m still getting used to it. Effects of not being brought up in high society. I am a little curious how you would know how a Duke is supposed to act. Sigewinne said you were a pharmacist in the overworld.”

“I still am one. And you don’t need to know how I would know.”

He put his hands up in a surrender. “I won’t ask about it then.” He took an interest with the back of his right hand. There were no wraps on it like his left. “It closed up already. Told you it was nothing.”

Sigewinne shook her head. “This was more about going through the motions anyway. At least the two of you finally had a chance to meet.” She went up to Wriothesley and placed a sticker on his tie. “For being a good sport.”

The pout on his face is what made Y/N finally break into laughter. It was the first laugh she had all month. It had also been one of the few times she was able to forget about her failed engagement, even if it was for a moment.

[wriothesleybear]

Can you please write a wrio reader fic where reader is just absolutely exhausted from a long day of work? like right when they walk in the door eyes are heavy, zombie, practically ready to pass out from exhaustion, sore back, just wants to cry to be honest. even more since they hate their job.

Damn, I feel this with my job. And if I had wrio to come home to, I'd die a happy woman. I hope Wrio doesnt seem oc in this. This is just what I think he'd be like as a comforting boyfriend cuz he is the best boyfriend. I also hope this isn't cringy. Ngl, I sorta got a bit teary eyed writing this cuz it made me think about how stressed I get from my own job and college classes and I would love to have Wrio comfort me when I come home ;-;

~warnings: comfort, a bit of angst, mentions of crying, Wrio calls reader 'dear, love', gn!reader.

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The door of Wriothesley's office creaks open and slams shut. Slow, heavy footsteps tread up the stairs. Turning his head towards the stairs, he sees you. He notices the exhausted look on your face, too tired to even bother greeting him. He can tell from that that you had a bad day. You trudge over to the couch in his office, drop your items on the floor and fall on the cushions below, face first. He stifles a chuckle from watching your adorable actions.

He quietly scoots his chair back and walks over to the couch to check up on you. Taking a seat on the table in front of the couch, he places a hand on the back of your head, stroking your hair to comfort you. "Bad day?" You don't even have the energy to answer. All you can do is slightly nod your head. He continues to stroke your hair, knowing that's one of your favorite ways to feel better. "Want to talk about it?"

You take a second to respond, debating whether or not you really want to talk about it. It'll just be the same old rant about how you hate your job, how customers suck, how your back hurts, and all those negative things in your life. You feel guilty for always complaining your boyfriend's ear off, thinking he probably gets tired of it. Not wanting to burden him anymore, you shake your head no. "You sure? I'm always happy to listen to your worries and problems." He says as his hand moves down to rub your back in comfort.

His kind nature makes your heart skip a beat, so grateful to have someone like him in your life. Although, it makes you happy, you just want to cry. The stress from work and your worries of being a bad s/o to your wonderful boyfriend is what causes you to just break down and cry. You quietly cry but he can feel your body slighty shake. "What's wrong my love?" You don't reply. All you do is shake your head and cry.

"Come here." He gently grabs a hold of you, urging you to get up and sit on his lap so he can hold you. He effortlessly picks you up and has you straddle his lap. He holds your head to his chest, rubbing your back as he tries to shush you. "Shh, it's okay. Let it out if you need to." His shirt gets soaked from your tears, but he doesn't care. He just wants you to feel better and if letting you cry into his shirt helps you, then he'd let you ruin all of his shirts.

After a while, you begin to calm down, the sound of your sniffles and cries decreasing. "Did that help?" You nod your head while still keeping your face in his chest. "Sorry Wrio." He cups your face and moves it away from his chest so he can see your face. "You have nothing to apologize for. I'm always here for you." He says as he looks deeply into your eyes, thumb stroking your cheek. You give him a small smile which he returns with his own gentle smile.

"So. Is there anyone I need to 'talk' to?" You recognize his implication and chuckle a bit. "No, just a stressful day. Just being here with you as you hold me is good enough for me." You lean your forehead against his and give him a eskimo kiss. "I'm glad. Now, how about I make you some tea?"

"In a bit. I just want you to keep holding me and stay like this for a while longer. Please."

"Of course my love." He gives you a short, sweet kiss on your lips. You nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, getting comfortable on his lap. His arms wrap around you, holding you tight and leaves a kiss on your head. "Um Wrio." He hums in response, acknowledging you. "Can you..stroke my hair again, please?" You ask shyly, blush covering your cheeks. He chuckles. "Of course my dear."

Keeping one arm wrapped tightly around your waist, he brings the other one up to your hair, stroking and combing his fingers through the soft strands. "Thank you Wrio." You say into his neck, leaving a little kiss on his skin. "I love you."

"Anything for you. I love you too. Rest now. I'll make you tea when you wake up." You smile, grateful to have a wonderful, loving boyfriend. Your eyes close as you get sleepy from his comforting touches. You soon fall asleep.

[icypenguin]

★~ Guard!wriothesley headcanons

HELLO EVERYONEEE i hope you’ve been doing great! this fic will be in royal!au with prince/princess!reader and guard!wriothesley. enjoyyy!

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- guard!wriothesley who fell in love with you the first moment he laid eyes on you.

- guard!wriothesley who gives you extra treats from outside the kingdom. the ones you’ve never tried before.

- guard!wriothesley who listens to all your ramblings and calmed you down after your father shouted at you for being ridiculous, even though you were trying to help a homeless mom and her child.

- guard!wriothesley who makes flower crowns with you in the garden. he even gave you a bouquet of 6 roses on your birthday.

- guard!wriothesley who sneaks in to your room at night, giving you kisses while whispering sweet things in your ear.

- guard!wriothesley who ‘accidentally’ heard about your arrange marriage with another man.

- guard!wriothesley who watched you said your wedding vows to another man that’s not him.

-small drabble~

you stormed off of the meeting room as wriothesley pretended to not know about the meeting you had. “my lady, what’s wrong?” he tried to calm you down by asking you softly. “i’m getting married” that’s all what you said before you went into your room and lock the door. your heart broke by the news, but it was no worse than his. wriothesley spend the night in his room crying while holding a picture of you both that he sneakily got. the next day, he tried to act tough even though his eyes were red and puffy. but when he saw you, your eyes were the same. when you both got a private time, he asked you. “y/n? w-when will your wedding be?” “tomorrow” you said with a cold expression. neither of you wanted to talk about it but it’s not a choice. “does this mean we… we’re nothing anymore?” he asked while looking to your eyes. “i don’t think we’re the right one for eachother. i mean, you’re a guard and i’m a princess.. forbidden love” you leave him alone in the garden while you head somewhere else. “or perhaps.. right person wrong time” he murmured. tomorrow will be the day he suffers the most as his heart aches and break into small pieces.

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thankyou sooo much for reading! i hope you liked this.. i know it sucks hehe im so sorry T-T… ill probably make a fanfic about this, a better one that is. but anyway advices are accepted, thankyou!

[theleetoalerandalertoalee]

I gotchu fam💪💪💪

Enjoy ^^

Sorry if it’s a bit short, I still have to do my tickletober fic for today hehe

“So you’re the Duke…yes?”

“Who else would I be?”

“Someone who got locked up for being too sarcastic, I presume.”

“Ah…I wish that were the case…but let’s not get into that- you’re Childe.”

“I am. Can I leave now?”

“Afraid not, until the Iudex clears you of your sentence, that is.”

“Tsk, this is absurd,” the harbinger looks extremely frustrated behind his seemingly casual and perpetual smirk.

“I know, but relax. Consider this a rebirth. Mora means nothing here. In this place, credit coupons are everything.”

“…credit coupons?”

“Yes.”

“Look, Wriothesley, is all of this really necessary?”

“Yes, this is what we call a ‘rebirth’. Everyone here starts with nothing at all. We all come from the same starting point.”

Childe grumbles, “I see…well, I suppose there’s nothing I can do to convince you to let me go…”

“Mhm, that’d be a stupid idea.”

“So, why am I in your office, then?”

“I just wanted to let you know, if you pick a fight with any of the other inmates outside of the Pankration Ring…that’ll be unfavorable for you.”

“What?”

“I can tell you’re the type to itch for a little confrontation.”

“Tsk, fine. I won’t.”

“That being said, because you’re a member of the Fatui…I gotta let you know that people don’t take too kindly to you here.”

“Hmph, when do they ever?”

“Good point, with that being said, know that your status as a harbinger means nothing here.”

“I dunno, I think with a few hits it’ll mean a little bit more.”

Wriothesley sighs, cracking his knuckles, “don’t make me break you in, Childe.”

“‘Break me in’? Hah, fighting talk, I love it. Show me what you got then, Duke.”

Wriothesley shrugs, accepting the challenge with indifference, “sure.”

The Duke charges at Childe, and the harbinger braces himself with a confident smirk. Wriothesley hits Childe’s fists with bullets of cryo, freezing the ginger’s hands to the wall.

“What-? Surely,” Childe scoffs, “this is foul play!”

“Seeing as how I’m the Duke…I think it’s perfectly fine, actually.”

Childe narrows his eyes as Wriothesley slowly approaches him, “you-! You can’t be serious.”

Wriothesley smiles, laying a hand on the gap on Childe’s exposed midriff. The Duke’s hand was cold and it caused the harbinger to jolt.

“Hey,” Childe stares with anger at the Duke, “what do you think you’re doing?”

Wriothesley shrugs, “breaking you in.”

The Duke’s hand suddenly snakes up the harbinger’s side-

Childe gasps with surprise, “ah-! What are you doing?!”

“Showing you that you’re powerless here, and that it’s best that you get used to it.”

“What is that supposed to mean-? Hey!”

The Duke drags his fingertips slowly up and down Childe’s abdomen.

“Stop it- I mean it!”

“Nah.”

The Duke’s fingers ascended once more, settling right below the rim of the harbinger’s underarms.

Childe’s eyes widen, finally realizing what the Duke has been trying to tell him, “wait- don’t! I get it now, okay? I’m back on level one- just like everyone else!”

“Good, but I still wanna do it.”

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’ve been told that before.”

Childe immediately starts laughing hysterically as the Duke’s fingers trace the hollows of his underarms, “stop-! Wait! Hahahaha!! Wrioth- hahahahaha!!”

“I’m shocked someone this sensitive would challenge me so boldly.”

“Let me go-! Hahahahaha!!”

“Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes! Hahahahaha!! Stop! Hahahahaha!”

Just then, a melusine comes in and the Duke immediately backs away, “ah, Sigewinne. Hello, you came just in time.”

Sigewinne looks up at the Duke, “oh? Who?”

Wriothesley gestures to Childe, “that guy.”

“Ah, okay!”

The ice around Childe’s hands finally dissipates and the harbinger stands there, not knowing what to do now.

“Well,” said Wriothesley, “since you have no more concerns, leave my office, why don’t you?”

Childe stands there for a moment before his regular smirk returns and he swiftly walks out of the office, leaving Sigewinne and Wriothesley in the office alone.

“He’s going to be a handful,” said Sigewinne, “isn’t he?”

Wriothesley nods with a small smile, “yes…yes he is.”

And now I can't stop thinking about lee!Childe and ler!Wriothesley... 🫣🫣🫣