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I keep imagining Childe and Wriothesley interacting, and I just can't think of a funnier dynamic than resident Battlesexual Childe seeing this scarred up grizzled hand-to-hand combat specialist and being struck with an immense need to either fight him till they're both bloody, or just skip the theatrics and fuck nasty about it. Preferably both, in that order.
On the flip side, Wriothesley is just.... completely normal about him. Childe is going out of his way to cause problems on purpose for attention and is like, blatantly flirting, but, like, Wriothesley has paperwork to worry about, he's on his seventh cup of tea that's gone cold, he's pulling his third all-nighter this week, he hasn't seen the sun in months; he's so dead to the concept of people flirting with him, that it doesn't even register on his radar as a possibility.
Like, Childe does the whole
"Damn, comrade... I think I know why people don't want to leave now." gives him a sultry pointed once over "the view is incredible~<3"
But Wriothesley just completely misses the overt flirtation like: "?????? We're at the bottom of the sea? Personally I think it's a bit too dark and dreary for my tastes. I've even been thinking of redecorating, but to each their own."
Childe: "...I will literally bark like a dog if you just ask me to"
Wriothesley: "I won't, don't worry. I don't know how Snezhnaya prisons work, but there will not be any torture or humiliation tactics for you to fear here."
Childe, frustrated: "No, listen, I'm not afraid of a little torture, okay, I'm a Harbinger for fucks sake, I just need you to break my goddamn back, and I don't care how you do it!"
Wriothesley: "Self destructive urges can only masquerade as coping mechanisms for so long before they kill you, mate; let's get you scheduled for our free counseling and medical services."
#basically i just think it would be funny to see Childe metaphorically banging his head against a brick wall#genshin impact#Wriothesley#Childe#WrioChi#Tarthesley#whatever their ship name is#Wriothesley x Childe#watch Wriothesley be nothing like I imagine him to be
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â§ďžď˝Ľ: A GOOD PET,OR A DISOBEDIENT ONE? which does he prefer?
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a/n: kinda disappeared srry guys đ§đťI promise I will try 2 make moree,,but yea an anonymous requested me with genshin/star rail men. . . but u can imagine it with any charc u like
sub!gn!reader x dom!male!charc
OBEDIENT . men who likes it when you're behaving right, being the good boy/girl you are. constantly praising and just slamming into your sweet spot as a reward. don't fight back, don't backtalk,all of that will just get you in trouble! he doesn't wanna punish a sweet thing like you. the way you clench around his cock when he's deep inside you, intertwining fingers with him.
your thighs are trembling and he's cooeing sweetly to you, whispering sweet nothings into your ears,you know he loves how angelic you look,he just can't resist you. you just lay there and take it like the good cockwhore you were for him,and just for him.
âyou take me in so well, darling.. just a little more, yeah? you can? hnghâ.. wouldn't wanna waste a single drop of you.â
jingyuan,cyno, neuvillette,heizou, aether,dan heng,boothill,,jiaoqiu,welt, zhongli,scaramouche,ayato,your faves
DIRTY BITCH . men who likes it when you're being bratty,who likes it when you're whining and complaining about him not giving you attention. he'd pretend to get annoyed and sigh at your dumb rambling. you're tugging on his sleeve as an attempt for him to shift his focus towards you,but he doesn't budge,no he doesn't. he wants you to act more and more disobedient so when he finally snaps,he can take it all out on you.
he's purposefully ignoring that specific spot, watching you struggle and insulting him. telling him to hurry up already. but once he does? oh dear..he's going crazy,fucking you like there's no tomorrow. he's looking down at you,his nails digging deep into your hips, reducing you to a whimpering and messy slut. your eyes roll back at the pace he's going,your waist,shoulders, anywhere he can get his mouth on bruised with hickies,he's smug about it too.
âwhats wrong,baby? I know you can take it. for me,okay? mhmm..~ you feel so warm around me,you're so pathetic..â
tighnari,blade,wanderer, childe, venti,pantalone,kinich,wriothesley,your faves
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DADDY'S GIRL !
characters: dad!pantalone & dad!wriothesley
genre: hcs + imagines
a/n: i love wrio's design sb omgomgomg. also pls ignore how janky wrio's icon looks compared to pantalones :(
Pantalone
dad!pantalone, who can't help himself but laugh when his little girl tries to wear his glasses.
"why, look at you." pantalone coo's, finger gently tickling his two year olds stomach while she tries to fit his seemingly oversized glasses onto her small framed face. "just like daddy, aren't you?"
dad!pantalone, who's ever so gentle with his little girl.
dad!pantalone, who buys his little one everything she could ever want.
walking beside pantalone, his little girl wobbles slightly from her thick bubble coat keeping her warm in the harsh winter. they pass a store, and the small girl stops for a moment, noticing a toy through the glass. "daddy?" she calls, pointing at the glass as she waits for her father to crouch down, matching her eyesight. "can i have one?" she asks sweetly, eyes going wide. pantalone smiles, "of course, darling."
dad!pantalone, who lets his teenage girl do his nails and makeup.
dad!pantalone, who laughs to see himself reflected in his teenage girl's personality.
dad!pantalone, who compares his girls baby pictures to her now, smiling when he notices she hasn't changed a bit.
walking down the corridors of his home, pantalone smiled as he saw picture frame after picture frame of his little girl, years seemingly passing in a flash. though, with closer observation, he notices her face hasn't changed a bit - perhaps a newer birth mark, but nothing else. "dad?" he hears her voice. "what're you doing?" she questions. pantalone cocks his head slightly, smiling. "nothing - you just look the exact same in the face." he tells her, lightly tapping her nose in a playful manner.
Wriothesley
dad!wrio, who loves to help his toddler play with her little toys.
"daddy." he hears his little girl call for him, pulling at his index finger for his attention. wrio looks down, noticing her pointing at her dolls and doll house spread across the living room floor, pieces no longer where they were supposed to be. "help me, please." she asks politely.
dad!wrio, who adores it when his little girl curls into a ball in his arms late one night while watching a movie.
eating a handful of popcorn, wrio almost doesn't notice his little girl move the bowl to the table and instead places herself into his arms, face buried into his chest. wriothesley smiles softly, tightening his grasp around her smaller body as he continues to watch his movie.
dad!wrio, who smiles when his teenage girl still comes to him for help.
dad!wrio, who always lets his teenager do his hair whenever she deems fit.
dad!wrio, who always tries his best to model the man he hopes his little girl will fall for.
driving his teenager to her father-daughter dance, wriothesley pulls into the parking lot. "don't touch it." wriothesley tells his teenager, stopping her from touching the car door handle. "dad.." she groans before watching him get out of the car, walking to the other side and opening the door for her. "c'mon, let's go." he says, hand out to help her out.
dad!wrio, who feels his heart melt hearing his possessive toddler yell 'my daddy' for the hundredth time.
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wriothesley isn't one for grand displays of affection, whether it be through his actions or his words.
to the public eye, the two of you are nothing more than co-workers who take their lunch break at the same time. two people who have something to discuss at 3:00 pm every day (which is coincidentally the time for his tea break, as many have pointed out).
you're the first one at his door with piles of paperwork when the morning shift starts. you're the last one out of his office at the end of the day.
to the rest of the fortress, your relationship is superficialâa rumour passed on from old inmates to new ones that the warden and his assistant are secretly married.
it's always laughed off the same way: why would they ever have a reason to keep that a secret?
it's become a sort of inside joke between the two of you since the silly rumour started floating around.
"i overheard some people in the cafeteria talking about us again."
"did you say anything to them?"
you smile, placing down two boxes of welfare meals on the desk. "why would i? it's more fun to let them believe what they want."
"it doesn't bother you?" wriothesley watches you from the corner of his eye as you open them, grimacing at your meal and your bad luck.
"not really," you say, looking at him curiously. "does it bother you?"
he snorts, uncrossing his arms so he can gather you into his arms for the first time since you dropped off papers in the morning.
"nah," he hums, burying his face into the crook of your neckâthe place where he seeks solace first when holding you.
"you're crushing me," you laugh, allowing him to press you into the desk with his arms squeezing you terribly tight. you wheeze dramatically and he pulls away with a grumble.
"come on, let me have this. i haven't seen you since your shift started."
"that was only a few hours ago..."
he pouts. "so you didn't miss me?"
"i didn't say that." you pinch his nose and he engulfs you again under his weight, scooping you closer to him with his arms around your waist this time.
"imagine if one of your guards saw us like this. what would happen to this grand mystery surrounding our relationship?" you sigh, hopping up onto the desk while he slots himself comfortably between your legs.
wriothesley can only chuckle. "then you would owe me three hundred coupons."
"seriously? you still remember that bet?" it was made ages ago, after all. a wager that no one would find out the truth before the end of the year.
"aw, don't be such a poor sport. three hundred coupons is nothing. need i remind you that you're married to the warden?"
"no," you breathe, holding him by the cheeks so you can press your lips to the corner of his mouth. "i don't know where you heard that false rumour, by the way. did an inmate tell you?"
your teasing makes him roll his eyes. he tackles you into a hug again. "oh hush already."
turns out that some rumours really are true.
Š ALABOADOA 2023 â please do not translate or post my works to other platforms
#â whispers in the wind â§#touchy clingy in private loser husband wriothesley#i wanted to practice dialogue and this is the product i'm sorry#genshin impact#genshin impact drabbles#genshin#genshin drabbles#genshin x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x gender neutral reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x gn reader#genshin impact fluff#genshin fluff#genshin fic#wriothesley#wriothesley genshin#wriothesley x gn reader#wriothesley x reader#wriothesley x y/n#wriothesley x you#wriothesley fluff#wriothesley x gender neutral reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader
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I Met You Once, I Loved You Twice
Celebrity au! Their persona, and then their true self, it seems like you were meant to love them regardless
Ft. Childe, Furina, Kaveh, Scaramouche (Wanderer), Wriothesley
[Idol! Childe, Actress! Furina, Racer! Kaveh, Artist! Scaramouche, Athlete! Wriothesley]
Childe:
You knew him before the fame, before the glitz and glamour; when he was just Ajax
And as horribly sappy as it sounds, you've loved him since day 1
Falling in love with Ajax was like slipping on ice while you're hiking up a snowy mountain
You get a little too caught up in the scenery, a tad bit too comfortable being around him
And suddenly, you fail to notice the patch of ice and slip, tumbling down the cliffside, your affection for him snowballing into something greater
And so you support him through his dreams of becoming an idol, writing to him while he's a trainee, making care packages for him
Anything for your Ajax
And when he finally debuts...
Oh boy, all the fans calling themselves his partner? They could dream on
You called dibs on him before any of them even set eyes on him
Besides, how could they even fall for someone just from watching them perform?
That was answered for you the first time Ajax excitedly insisted you watch him in the MV
You're not exactly proud of your reactions to seeing him come up on screen, but he seemed happy enough about it
Falling in love with the idol Childe was like drowning
Holding your breath, choking and flailing
It's dizzying until you finally succumb, which doesn't take long at all
And once he's converted you into a fan?
He's such a little shit, whipping out the idol persona for a smidge of free fanservice just to get you flustered at the most random times
And he's back to your sweet old Ajax in seconds too, acting like nothing's amiss
Furina:
The world's greatest actress finds that the world is her stage
Ever perfect, ever entertaining, her splendour is unparalleled
It was impossible not to adore such craft, and you easily fell in love with her acting just as one would fall asleep, gently and blissfully without even realising
Immersing yourself in her works, you develop a sort of fanaticism, delving deeper to find her interviews
She's beautiful whether or not she's filming, you find
So much so that you can't help but wonder how much of it is true
And so when you do, by some trick of fate, meet her, you feel compelled to ask
It's a dark, foggy evening, and you're taking a brisk walk along the forest
Who would've thought you'd bump into her then?
And so you strike up conversation, eager to interact with your favourite actress
And when you broach the topic of her facade, you notice she gets a tad bit defensive
So you apologise and back off, meaning well, hoping to see her again
And you do: these late walks become a regular thing, and slowly, you start to know her for who she really was
It's almost like meeting her for the first time all over again, and it very well may have been if you don't count the act as meeting her
Falling for Furina, your friend, was like taking an ice bath
Frigidity seized you almost instantly, and yet, as you stayed longer, the more pleasant it felt, almost soothing in a sharp sort of way
Kaveh:
Not just anyone could race in what was known to be the pinnacle of motorsports
And Kaveh? He was brilliant, the light of Ksharewar, the face of the team
And frankly, a very charming face
Often regarded as one of the prettiest on the grid (if not the prettiest)
He's really raking in the viewers
Imagine people seeing *1* edit of him getting out his his car post race and suddenly they're invested in races
Ofc being a new fan, the gatekeeping you have to put up with is ridiculous
"I bet your favourite driver is Kaveh because he's handsome."
As if he's not one of the most talented to ever grace us with his presence?
He gets so involved with the car's engineering honestly he should just build the car himself too atp
He is speed on the track
And falling for the light of Ksharewar through the television screen is an adrenaline rush in and of itself
So bumping into him in real life was just breathtaking
You sincerely hoped you didn't come off as some crazed fanatic with the way you rambled on about how much you loved seeing the way he pushed the car to its limits and everything
Overall it was a great once in a lifetime experience and you planned to treasure it
Until it was just a once in a lifetime thing and you seemed to bump into him a fair bit ("Hey aren't you that fan that completely went off about the car that time?")
Once you'd started talking to him more frequently, the rush of meeting him started to fade into less of a frenzy, and more of a bubbling excitement
Falling in love with Kaveh was like taking a breath of fresh air and letting the chilly breeze fill your lungs, a crisp clarity creeping through your senses
But from the faint flush of pink on his cheeks, perhaps the opposite was the case on his end
Scaramouche(Wanderer):
You've heard of artists with depression, now what about artists with borderline personality disorder?
The first time you'd met him, you didn't even know it was him
You'd been at an art gallery admiring the works signed off by Kunikuzushi when a stranger stood beside you
"You've been staring at this sculpture for a pretty long time."
"I like it. I don't think I've ever felt such yearning embedded in stone."
The stranger didn't respond, but nodded in acknowledgement and continued to stand beside you
Falling for Kunikuzushi was like falling in love with shadows
It was no more than a feeling, a yearning, a desperation much like what he portrays in his works
Everything you knew about him seemed to drown in sorrow, loneliness, and self destruction, yet having never met him, you were sure this was only one small aspect of his being
Which left you ever curious
Curiouser still was that same stranger with the odd navy blue hair who always seemed to happen to bump into you at these exhibitions
Without fail, he'd prompt you to speak, as though digging for your thoughts on each piece
Not that it bothered you, the stranger felt familiar, and had become a welcome face
Warm was his presence and gentle was his gaze, yet a detached coldness kept you from him
He was beautiful, you noted, like moonlight, with all it melancholic splendour and grace, like the paintings and sculptures you loved so dearly
And so you found yourself falling for a beguiling stranger whose name you knew not
You loved him like the sea loves the shore, always reaching for him, but pulling back in uncertainty
"You're oddly silent today," he notes.
"I was thinking of how much this piece reminds me of us. It's weird, isn't it? How I'm seeing things, drawing links to some stranger."
"Not really. I made it like that for you. We don't have to be strangers."
Wriothesley:
Baseball player Wriothesley who has his fans swooning at his charming grin and chuckle
A real heart stopper (he could beat me with his bat)
Fans adore him regardless of whether they're simps (they are) because he's good at his job
The only people who hate him are fans of the opposing team
The way his arms flex with every swing, in this essay I will-
He's built like a tank and plays like one too
So obviously you'd expect him to be a pretty confident kind of guy
And he is
He's a charmer, a smooth talker, and painfully level headed
So why was this beefy cannon suddenly bashful over your incessant praise?
Just look at him, which of his fans haven't fallen completely smitten?
Falling for the star player was like stepping into a big city for the first time, and being wowed and blinded by the lights and massive skyscrapers
But Wriothesley was a soft person at heart
And oh so very vulnerable to affection
For every compliment you uttered, he'd readily deflect it, but when they just didn't end?
Boy was he at a loss
He did end up treating you to coffee, so that was nice
But he was very obviously avoiding your gaze which he deemed to raw for him to meet
Yet it is that exact raw adoration that he can't quite dismiss
He knows how superficial fawning can be, yet there's an undeniable gratification when it comes from you
So he keeps you at arm's length, letting you in ever so slightly, but never too close despite not pushing you away
Falling in love with Wriothesley was like planting a seed and nurturing it as it grows
The germination takes place out of sight, the results unnoticeable until it finally sprouts as a fragile sapling
Discouraging as it may be, with continued work, it does get easier
And when he's secure enough to trust you entirely...he promised to return all your efforts tenfold
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Anyone want a mini-ish fanfic thatâs based off of the signatures I got from Ray Chase (Neuvilletteâs ENG VA) and Keith Silverstein (Zhongliâs ENG VA)? Itâll be for the isekaiâd series, of course :> I already have it as a draft, but I keep changing things around đĽ˛
Fanfic example:
Zhongli: [Y/N], the person I hold near and dear to my heart. Your presence alone can make an Archon fall to their knees, admiring your beauty and gracefulness. I love you and I am devoted to you, my one and only â¤ď¸
Neuvillette: *Dark aura surrounding him while he glares at Zhongli as Zhongli ignores him, watching Zhongli showers [Y/N] with many kisses* (Neuvillette is jealous and wants to spend some time with [Y/N], but Zhongli is being a cockblock and possessive mf)
Other Genshin Men: *Awkwardly backs away because they donât want to interfere*
Wriothesley: It seems like the Iudex and Funeral Consultant is quite fond of you.
Venti: Wait a minuteâŚ. Why is it pouring outside? I thought it doesnât rain in the Abode.
Everyone except for Zhongli: *Slowly looks at the stoic Neuvillette*
Neuvillette: *Clears his throat while acting like nothing is happening* âŚ
Let me know if you guys are interested and want me to make it into a fanfic. If not, Iâll make something else đââď¸
I also met Ray Chase cosplaying as female Sukuna and Keith Silverstein as Maki Zenin. Imagine to their surprise when I didnât buy a Sukuna and Mechamaru print on those days đ
#genshinluvr#Neuvillette vs Zhongli but for the isekai fics and youâll see a lot of possessiveness in the fic or something#Also itâs nice meeting Ray Chase and Keith Silverstein again :>#I just need some Zhongli x reader x Neuvillette fanfics bro#Zhongli vs Neuvillette ideas are brewing in my brain
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GI. ę For the Tsaritsa (I)
part 1 part 2 part 3 etc
3.1 k words â reaction! â wriothesley x reader â second pov! reader â angst and fluff â reader wears heels and a corset but thatâs it â cryo / dendro â i usually donât write toxic relationships but it made sense this time around
summary â their reaction to their partner being a fatui harbinger - including diluc, zhongli, xiao, kazuha, wriothesley â reaction, headcanon â vision and delusion wielder reader â use of unconventional weapons â gn reader (with small hiccups in editing)
disclaimer â this is a reaction headcanon, with strong mentions of death, injuries, blood and violence and profanities. some of the fics do not have happy endings and the reader is depicted as a villain, unreliable and is not meant to be liked. some of the imagines can be brutal, caution is adviced.
wriothesley
You and the fortressâ warden had met trough simple ways, much like he meets any other person that arrives there. As an inmate.Â
You arrived early one morning, dried blood still on your cheeks and clothes, with a dead stare in your eyes, one he knew far too well. Your presence alone prompted rumours over rumours, inmates fighting to get a glance as the guards paraded you trough the halls on your journey to your cell, and the shouts coaxed Wriothesley out of his study with a sleep-drunk expression on his face.Â
âSerial killer.â The guards explained quickly when he got close enough to see what the attraction was. âThe Chief Justice didnât even wish to have a trial. Sentenced to life the second he saw them.â But no one knew any more information to help him out, and while he rarely searched for reason in the Fortress of Meropide, he itched for answers.Â
He watched you carefully that day, as you were guided forward by the most skilled guards, with chains on your hands and head pushed down, as if your gaze alone would be deadly. You were barely any taller than half of him, standing on week knees that trembled with every step you took, and if it wasnât for your dead eyes or the blood all over you, he would have wondered if you were really capable of harm.
No one wanted to talk more about the situation behind your imprisonment, at least not for long. They all gritted their teeth and shook their heads when he asked, like even thinking about you would be a death sentence to them, and when he summoned for all records of your actions, he found only a bunch of redacted documents. All he could gather, trough bits and pieces, is that your presence here needed to be kept under wraps for a reason or another, and the scene the police stumbled upon your arrest.
âIt was a bloodbath, your grace.â Clorinde told him once as she came to him for an errand from the Iudex. She seemed off, even her emotionless eyes were filled with some degree of fear in them. âIâm no stranger to death but this,â She cleared her throat and chose to cut their chat short, settling on a warning. Something smelled fishy, he would conclude, but this was not his first rodeo with difficult cases, and yours didnât take long to crack.
âKeep an eye on them.â And he did, but perhaps not in a way she would approve of. Wriothesley found himself colliding with you every single step he took outside of his study then on, and never under intentional circumstances.Â
The first time it happened, you were simply eating at the canteen when chaos broke loose. He had barely exited his office, just in time to see one of the inmates throw his plate at you in challenge. âYou filthy rat! How dare you-â The warden watched bewildered as guards jumped from their place, taking the man away and you simply sat there, like nothing happened. Food dripped down your clothes and face, but you simply brought your spoon to your mouth and ate quietly without complaining. All the while dark and hostile eyes watched you from every corner of the hall, and your own where chaining Wriothesleyâs feet to the ground he stood on with something akin fear.
The second time you met was in the infirmary. Sigewinne had your bloody knuckles in her tiny hands with bandages cradled in her lap and alcohol stained cotton agains your open cuts. The first thing Wriothesley noticed then was the bruised corner of your lips, your bleeding nose and the open cuts on your cheeks. His heart stopped beating for a second, a disbelieving puff leaving his nose. You were so much trouble already, just by your existence in his prison, and now you were causing problems yourself?Â
His nurse, however, had pity in her eyes. She tutted. âI canât stand having to bandage you up every single day. They keep trying to snuff them up, your grace! This poor soul.â She protested, and that was the first time he ever heard your voice. âItâs quite alright, miss.â Your face stayed cold, but there was kindness in your eyes, and your voice was far softer than he thought itâd be. And he couldnât help but sit with the two of you, pushing Sigewinneâs buttons until he had every single name of the ones that tried to âsnuffâ you out.
It was much later that he found out what had happened exactly, and why people were so, so hostile towards you. After a couple of weeks of sitting with you and Sigewinne in the infirmary, he couldnât handle the stress any longer.Â
Wriothesley had you sitting in his office with a calming rose tea settled on the table in front. The sweet smell made your shoulders ease and you begun wondering if he would have really done so much for you if you were called in for some troubles you caused. His soft eyes, however, reassured you, and you took the delicate mug to your lips. Wriothesley didnât say much afterwards. He simply called you in the morning and had you sit with him, giving you a book to read or a pile of paper to sort trough, and never talked to you a word more. He was protecting you, you realised. From the other prisoners, who were still hungry for blood, even as you left your chamber straight thing in the morning and returned late night.Â
Little did the ice duke know, it was the inmates he was doing a favour to.Â
With each day passing, more and more eyes stared you down. More and more rumours surfaced. More and more and more and more and you were suffocating upon their vicious presences, fingers itching for something you could not allow yourself to give into.Â
âDo you have a family out there?â The warden asked all of a sudden one day. You snapped from your trance, a soft âhuh?â Getting past your lips. âDo you have a family on the surface? I donât know, a lover? Parents? Someone?â Your fingers tightened on the book you were skimming and gave him a weak nod after weighting your words. âI have a red fox with a clipped tail. He usually bares his teeth when he sees me, or any other pet around my home. And a Black Widow,â Wriothesley gave you an unsure stare, and his curiosity coaxed you to speak again. âThat counts as family, does it not?âÂ
Question over question followed the days following. Favourite place in Fontaine? Favourite book? At first it was trivial questions, easy for you to mumble one worded answers, until they were not, and you found you didnât wish to speak one word at a time any longer. His presence became comforting, and after work, youâd come straight to his office to share the latest idea you thought of. He would sit down and listen, laugh and smile to you, and for once, you didnât feel the weight of your duty crush your shoulders any longer. So how could you not crack when his fingers reached for a loose strand of your hair and how could he not let his ice-cold palm rest against your burning skin.Â
âWhat happened to you?â He asked softly. âHow did you get here?â And how could you not indulge him.
Pulling away, you sat in the couch next to him, and he placed his coat over your shoulders as you brought a freshly brewed tea cup in your lap. âI was part of a sick joke.â You muttered trough gritted teeth and tightly pressed lips. To your surprise, he didnât notice the way your reflection did the complete opposite in the shaky tea surface, smiling like an expecting devil. So you told him pretty lies, weaved together by a fraying string of truth. You couldnât tell him that you killed a whole ballroom of nobles at the command of a frigid queen, so you told him you were part of the goods they were betting on. You couldnât tell him that you were doing it for your own selfish reasons, especially as you watched your siblings bleed to death, so you told him you snapped in anger when an old man called you his personal toy. Lies and lies until his eyes were wide in horror and hands trembling on anger. You forced tears to run down your cheeks, and abstained from smiling when he brought you in a shaky hug. You had him under your fingertips, and the praise youâd receive when returning home with his head on a pedestal made your toes curl.Â
But something changed. You never felt guilty for lying and twisting people to your own pleasures but somehow, when you looked into Wriothesleyâs eyes and he watched back with such a sweet stare, your knees would shake with shame. He lived trough this, you realised in horror. He lived your story once before, and your shame would deepen the more he opened up to you. Each moment when his longing kisses would caress your cheeks, a piece of you lost itself into a puddle of unfamiliar guilt.
You knew the little love you built on a foundation of lies would crumble soon. You had a bargain with a certain mistress, and her patience was thinning as seconds passed.Â
Then that day came, not that long after the chaos wrecked by a certain red fox with a clipped tail and three little rascals you had no name for. He told you specifically not to come to his chambers at that time. He had a guest, someone dangerous, and he wished to keep you away from their grasps. Little did you know, her presence was there for none other than yourself. You ran out of time, and now you had no way of ever coming clean to him.Â
The room around him felt suffocating, as though it was closing in and getting smaller and smaller until he couldnât handle the claustrophobic sensation anymore. Wriothesley tugged at his tie, clearing his throat with an awkward pang in his voice. He sat at his desk, a place he usually associated with comfort. Under any usual circumstances, it would be comforting, really. A mellow feeling would settle in his chest at the though of afternoon tea with a plume in his hands, paperwork in piles at his desk. He couldnât help it, the routine comforted him more than anything, almost more than your sweet voice did.
Across from him, with her hands on her crossed knees, was Father herself. She sat with her back straight, like a noble who grew with manners rooted into her very being. She knew something he didnât, her very presence in his office proving as such, yet eyes reminded him of the status he would never have, of the scum his very being meant to her, and he couldnât stand it. He sighed, trying to mirror her indifference and his nails dug crescent shapes into his palms, knuckles white against the seatâs armrests.Â
âI deeply apologise for the inconvenience my children have caused you.â Father finally spoke, feigning a deeply annoyed expression. Her fingers massaged the bridge of her nose, and she rolled her shoulders. Wriothesley wished to scoff, answer that âinconvenienceâ was a small word for the chaos that her âchildrenâ brought upon the poor warden, but he only nodded deeply. âBut that is not all there is, is it?â He chimed in. She only nodded.
âAs much as I quite enjoy idle chatting, there is a request I have to you.â How arrogant, he thought to himself. First they use his fortress as a hub for their shady plans, and now they want a favour. He had it in himself to refuse without even hearing her out, but his lips pressed against each other in curiosity.Â
âIs it about that ginger harbinger of yours?â At his words, her eyebrows raised, only for a second, and before he could take pride in her confusion, her face was back to the same unreadable expression. âNo, not quite. I am not very interested in the business of my fellow harbingers, you see.â She let her elbow rest on her knee, and her chin in her palm. Her stare was unchanging. âUsually.â She added suddenly.Â
Unbeknownst to the warden, at the very same moment he was serving tea with his guest, you were being helped into thick furs and expensive silks by one of Arlecchinoâs children. The cat girl remained quiet as she laced your corset and draped the fur coat around your shoulders. An uniform that grew unfamiliar to you with the months youâve spent in cheap jail clothing.Â
âThen, if itâs not about the ginger, what are you here for, Father?â Wriothesley pressed harder, his annoyance beginning to reflect in the way he spoke. The woman smiled and nodded her head before she spoke again, a new fire burning in her eyes. âYou see, I made a bargain with one of my colleagues. Naturally, when they failed to show up with their payment, I began to fret.â He listened, unsure of how her story tied to the fortress or him at all. The man puffed. âImagine my surprise when I found out theyâd been arrested and sent to the most guarded jail in all of Teyvat!â The Fatherâs hands flew, palms upwards as if she demanded answers from him, and he stilled at her words.Â
Your heels clicked agains the floor of the fortress, and you felt their eyes prickle at your back just like they did your first day here. Lynette and Lyney followed behind you with confidence in each of their step, like they lived for the attention, and you felt your body slip back into old habits as you walk straighter, taller, prouder.Â
Back in the office, Wriothesley pushed himself up from his desk and took cautious steps to the sofa, where youâd always seat with a pleasant smile on your lips. âAnd pray tell, who really is this colleague of yours?â Arlecchino only shrugged. âThey should be joining us soon, really soon.â And the second her threatening words left her lips, the copper door to his chambers twisted.
No one spoke as a dangerous clicking of heels took to the stairs, followed by the much softer steps of the two children. When you reached the study, you were met with the sturdy back of your so called lover, and the bemused face of Father, who barked a laugh when you nodded your head her way. âYou look pathetic. Like you havenât seen sun in months.â The warden didnât dare turn around, already feeling the edge of betrayal, a blade that danced around his neck right in this moment. But you refused to cower before someone like Arlecchino, ranked underneath you yet cocky enough to mock you.Â
âBecause I have not.â You said dangerously, and the man between you two snapped his head back to look at you with wild eyes. He took you in with fury and disbelief in his gaze, watching how your expensive clothes hugged your body and how the traditional Snezhnayan accessories fit you, like they were part of your very existence. He couldnât take his eyes off you, even as Arlecchino threw you a jewel he refuse to acknowledge the very existence of. Wriothesley searched for your eyes, hoping for you to half turn around and act as though you had no idea what was happening, but you stood tall and braved his gaze back. As though you never shared any kisses, any nights or any âI love youâs with him.Â
You carefully pinned the cryo delusion next to the dendro vision on your coatâs collar, and it fell in place as though it was always meant to stay there, like a piece of the puzzle that was you had finally snapped into place, and he saw the truth he knew crumble before his own grasps. âLet me properly introduce myself, then.â You spoke to your lover. âMy name is [Y/n], the Third Harbinger under her majesty, the Tsaritsa. I would say it has been a pleasure to stay in the Fortress of Meropide, but Iâm afraid I would lie.â Â
To say he was betrayed was an understatement. Wriothesley would hate you before you even told him the whole truth, and he would wait for no answers before trying to take you down himself.
He would fail, of course, and once his face would meet the cold floor, he would break with silent tears. In the same time, the poison you slipped in his goblet the day before would begin to kick in. It was not enough to kill him, you assured, just enough to make him sleepy. It would keep him obedient for the travels, after all, he was your newest pet. Before he could make out what your words even meant, his eyes would close and he would find himself in a deep slumber.Â
Arlecchino took payment in favours, you learned, drawing patterns between her previous bargains and the one she would strike with you that day in the Dukeâs study. But you couldnât complain, not even when she left you to deal with a prison full of violent inmates. âDonât kill them all.â She called while taking her children and leaving you alone in the study.Â
When Wriothesley opened up his eyes, he was no longer in his chambers, but under thick layers of fur, and when his eyes gazed upon the window next to the bed he laid in, in horror, he realised he was no longer in Fontaine either.Â
It would take you a long time to convince him to even listen to your explanation, but he never attempted to leave your side when he followed you from Snezhnaya to Fontaine and back. Not even when he simply refused to speak to you all together. The Tsaritsa would laugh with a full chest at how foolish his love for you was, and you couldnât help but agree.Â
But he stayed. No matter how mad, he stayed by your side. And when youâd come back drained in blood and death, he would simply take your fur mantle off and kiss your skin as heâd rid you of your guilt.Â
In the end, heâd never really trust you again like before, but you were willing to sit by his side and learn to love him truly, safe to say more than an owner would love a guard dog, while he would learn to trust you again. Heâd forgive you, but never forget the betrayal.Â
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I hope you dont mind another one but itâs something iâve been thinking about. Dw this is more hurt/comfort. Can I request Wriothesly, Ayato, and Tighnari reacting to an alternate version of their dead kid all grown up? Like my other request, can you write it where it happens during their respective Archon quest (and well for Ayato, his story quest)?
Context:
He used to have a kid. Whether the kid was related to him or not doesn't matter as he still loves them all the same. But one day, his kid died around their pre teens. I'll leave it ambiguous on how they died but their death broke him.
Few years later, the genshin impact plot happens and he meets the traveler and their companions where one of them just so happens to be his dead kid's alternate self. And they're all.. grown up. Despite looking much older, he knew deep down that that's his kid but also not really his kid because he knows his kid is dead, they died young.
The person in front him is just an alternate version of them. A glimpse of what his kid could be if they were still alive..
- Flower Anon đ¸
This one hurts so well, Flower Anon, so thank you so much for another great request!!<33
(Just like the other request, this is also generalized to make it easier for my fish memory brain-)
Content: Reader died young, mention of alt reader being more of a doppelganger in a way, grief, vague child death, angst, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns!!
((Not proofread))
ăTIGHNARI
Tighnari didn't notice at first, or well, he tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that you looked eerily similar to his deceased child. His heart was racing, ears flattening to his head momentarily, so many unsaid words stuck in his throat. And then there was nothing.
His face gently relaxed into it's usual deadpan, shoulders dropping, his instincts grimly reminding him that you were indeed not his child, but somehow just a coincidental and much older doppelganger of it.
But the heart ache began to linger for different reasons. Mainly due to the fact that a part of him finally healed at the sight of you. He always wanted his young one to grow up happy and healthy. And whilst it never got to do so on it's own, he allowed himself to imagine that his child lived on through this version of you.
ăKAMISATO AYATO
Ayato smiled bitterly, immideatly recognizing your younger features in this much older version. His heart hurt, ached, and felt like it was being ripped out all over again, yet his signature smile still remained. He had a role to play, an important title to uphold. But he still couldn't bare to look at you directly after the first time he did so.
His answers to the travelers and Paimons questions were short and swift, making it kind of obvious to his sister next to him how desperate he was to get away from everyone. Not that she could blame him, as she felt the same. Your death broke everyone in the family, and they found no joy in seeing you all grown up because this wasn't you. You weren't the child they lost.
Ayaka eventually feels too faint to continue the conversation, which frees the two siblings from you and your companions questions and confused glances. The silence between the two is deafening, as they watch you leave with dull, solemn looks, the questions of "what if" and "if only" plaguing their exhausted minds.
ăWRIOTHESLEY
Seeing you, an older you, stand there with the traveler and Paimon whilst he went to greet you both, made him nearly consider turning around and leaving at once. He never confronted your death, mainly to protect his strength and what was left of his sanity after he lost you. He never spoke of you either anymore, going as far as forbidding anyone to ever mention it, too.
He just couldn't stand it, having become so awfully bitter over time, and it only worsened at the sight of this alternate version. His jaw clenched, and he had to take a deep breath to quell his confused temper. Why did he feel so angry? Was it the regret and grief of never being to actually see the real you this way? Shouldn't he be glad that he had seen a glimpse of you as an adult after all? Perhaps his anger stemmed from the realisation of permanent loss. You weren't his child, despite the similarities.
It makes him become alot harsher to you three and the Hearth children that were lurking in the shadows. Whilst he may have been more merciful beforehand, he just wanted you all out already. He wanted to return to the peace he had made with the darkness in his heart. If it wasn't for Sigewinne telling him to focus on the plan at hand, he would've perhaps lost it entirely a while ago.
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Itâs Halloween soon, so hereâs a Halloween au idea for you: Wriothesley and gn reader as Little red riding hood and the big bad wolf
OH. OH. OHHH IM BARKING BARKGIN ASDNASDKA
Imagine that it's supposed to be any other day for you. You pack your basket full of bread, jams, cold cuts and cheese, and don your red hood and your walking shoes, ready to set out to your friend Neuvillette's house by the lake in the forest. He's a bit of a recluseâ he doesn't often venture into the city unless summoned directly, so you often come to say hello so he doesn't get too lonely.
The problem is, on your way there, you got delayed by a while. So when you get to the forest, you debate between using your usual, longer path that merely circles the forest, or one that pases directly though the woods. On your usual path, you'd get to Neuvillette's house late in the afternoon return home well in the evening. If you cut through the forest, though... you were certain you'd arrive on time. Earlier, even. So you gulp, steel yourself, and take your first step into the trees.
It's fine at first. A cooler walk than had you been under the sun, thanks to the shade of the leaves. But then you begin to hear the crunch of leaves behind you, as if there was something trailing behind... you quicken your pace, too fearful to look behind. But as you hurry your steps, so does the rustling and the crunching of leaves and twigs grow quicker as well.
Eventually, you're damn near running through the forest, taking turns, breathing hard and barely able to hold on to your basket. The steps follow you the until... they fall behind, then fade, then disappear. You quickly run behind a tree, leaning against it and catching your breath. When you peek out, you see there's nothing behind you and breathe a great big sigh of relief. Whatever animal was chasing you probably lost interest, you think, turning around and taking a few steps forwardâ
Then suddenly there's a grip on your hood, yanking you back so hard you stumble back onto the ground. "Heyâ!" you yell, only to quiet when you realize who (or what) is standing before you. A man, quite tall, with spiky black hair and sharp blue eyes. There's a frown on his face and a furrow to his brow. Amidst the fluff of his hair, you make out... wolf ears? When you peek a little, you can see a similar wolf tail swinging behind him as well.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Is the first thing the wolf says to you, a brow raised as he crosses your arms. "Running all over the place, causing a ruckus. Not looking where you're stepping." His attitude immediately turns your fear into indignance, and you rise up, pointing a finger at his (admittedly rather sculpted, you can see the definition even though the top he wears) chest.
"You!" You yell, and the volume has his ears twitching. "You were the one chasing me? You gave me a heart attack!"
He snorts. "I was saving you, Red. Not every day a human wanders in here. Most of you fear the dark and the unknown too much to ever step foot in the woods."
"Oh, so scaring the shit out of me is saving me now?"
He rolls his eyes, crouching down to take a large, hefty stone in his hand. Lifting it like it weighs nothing, he tosses it at the place where your foot had almost beenâ
Snap!
You watch in horror as a rusted old animal trap snaps around the stone with such force that the metal contraption jumps. You gulp, just thinking of what could have happened to you.
"Those are everywhere," says the wolf by explanation, looking at the hunting trap with disgust. "Left a long, long time ago by crueler humans. We try to remove them where we can, butâ" he shrugs, "âThe forest is a big place."
You can't take your eyes away from the trap, feeling sick to your stomach. You clutch your hood closer to you, a safety blanket of sorts, and feel your hands tremble.
"Th... thank you," you tell him, sincerely.
He just shrugs again. "So. Why are you here? It's unlike you. You're usually seen on the human path, not passing through the forest."
And that snaps you back. You frantically check the contents of your basket, sighing when you see that nothing spilled or broke.
"I'm here because it was getting late and I have to see Neuvillette, so i thought i could take a shortcut" you say. Then your eyebrows furrow. " 'Usually?' " you echo.
"Humans aren't around here often, like I said. You're one of the few that come on a regular basis, though." He kicks away the trap with his foot, feet heading in one direction. You, however, stay rooted to your spot, watching the way his tail swishes as he walks. When he realizes you aren't following, he turns back.
"What, you wanna try getting around on your own? I thought you were late to see Neuvillette." He prompts, and you gasp, hastily bounding (and being careful of where you step, this time) up to his side. you both walk in pace, the wolf leading the way and you trailing slightly behind.
It's... odd. You've never even met him before, but there's something about him that makes you feel comfortable relying on him like this. Relying on him to get you where you need to go, and not lead you into another trap.
"So..." you attempt to ask. "You know Neuvillette?"
"For a similar reason to how we know of you. He's one of the few odd enough to set their place up somewhere like this," he says.
The rest of the trek through the woods is rather comfortably quiet, sometimes broken by you asking a question, and the wolf answering. You learn a few things about him: that he hasn't always been here, but that he came early in his childhood and lived here ever since. That he rather likes the sunshine. And, funny enough, that he also likes bread with honey and jam on it, if the way he took the symbol of your gratitude is any indication.
But eventually the trees give way and you can see Neuvillette's house in the distance. And you're right on time, too! You smile widely in delight, gripping your basket tighter. You turn to the wolf, who leans on the trunk of a tree leisurely, ears twitching atop his head.
"Thank you for saving me. And for showing me the way," you tell him, smiling gently.
The corners of his lips curl up, just a bit. "You're welcome. Be more careful when you walk through the woods, next time. You never know if there might actually be something out there trying to eat you."
You laugh, ducking your head to hide your face behind your hood, just a little. "Noted, mister wolf."
"Or better yet, you can just save us both the trouble and call for me if you want a shortcut," says the wolf, a large hand gently pushing at the small of your back, nudging you on your way. "I'll hear it, don't worry."
"Oh?" you ask, a quirk to your lips as you turn back at him, draped in shadows. "And what might your name be, big bad wolf?"
You see the gleam of his grin. "You can call me Wriothesley, Red."
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DANCING WITH OUR HANDS TIED
pairings | wriothesley x gn! reader
tags | fluff, reader wears heels, reader is a noble
note | I have mixed feelings about this fic </3 I could've made it longďźď¸ś^︜ďźI'll write a second part that tells how they know each other ehehe (â§ââŚ)ďž
Wriothesley chuckles, escorting you out of the ballroom âTiring day, huh?â He teases and you roll your eyes âArchons, do they even know how to dance? My foot has been stepped on for the fourth time this night!â To which Wriothesley laughs at.
âMaybe theyâre just trying to test your limitsâ You huffed.
âWhatever it is, I am tiredâ You and Wriothesley stumble upon a fountain. You decide to sit on the edge, feeling relieved now that you can relax your feet. Wriothesley watches as you grumble about how your feet hurt so much.
âHere, allow meâ You watch as Wriothesley kneels in front of you. He looks up at you as if he were asking permission and you nod. He takes off your high heels, slowly and gently, afraid he would hurt you.
âFeel better now?â He holds your hand, caressing your knuckles as you give him a shy nod âThank youâŚâ He smirks and sits beside you âIt was nothing and you should really stop wearing heels like this if it hurts you so muchâÂ
âNu uh! These heels match my outfit! No way am I not gonna wear themâÂ
âAt least wear ones where you wonât feel discomfort from itâ
You are very much aware that it does bring you discomfort, but hey! It wasnât your fault âNot my fault that those people kept stepping on my feet!â You clicked your tongue âSo I take it that you donât like any of them?â
âAfter almost injuring my foot? Yeah, noâ Maybe it was just your imagination but you saw a glimpse of hope and relief in his eyes.
âCome to think of it, you didnât dance with anyone, did you Wriothesley?âÂ
He hums and shrugs. You gasped âWhat would the others think?â He laughs âWho cares about what those nobles think?â You furrowed your lips âTrueâŚbut still! I thought there would be at least someone or some people who wanted to dance with youâ
âThere were some who asked me to dance with themâ
You didnât know why but hearing him talk about how there were some people who were interested in him and one even asked him for a private dance later stirred up a little envy feeling in you âOhâŚâ You averted your eyes off his âWell are you going to accept it?âÂ
Wriothesley laughs âNo, Iâm not going to acceptâÂ
You looked at him âHuhâ but I thoughtââ
âBecause the only person who I want to dance with is youâ
It felt like your heart skipped a beat, the air suddenly felt hot or was it you the one sweatingâÂ
âOhâ Your mouth kept opening and closing like a fish underwater. Wriothesley chuckles as he stands up, he stretches his arm out for you to hold âWell?â And for the first time in the whole night, you were at a loss for words.
âWould you do me the honors of being my first dance?â
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Genshin Men - Pregnancy Reaction (P.2)
Story: You just announced your pregnancy to your partner.
Characters: Itto, Wriothesley, Ayato
TW: None
Notes: Tublr won´t let me upload the whole thing (it´s too long?), so I will post Ayato´s story later.
Itto - After you tell him the big news, his loud laugh almost makes you jump.
âPregnant? With me?!â he suddenly asks out of nowhere.
âNo, with your worst enemy.â you roll your eyes at his absurd question.
âHow could you?!â Itto´s puppy eyes instantly fill with tears.
âI am just joking because you ask stupid questions.â
He quickly brushes his hair with his usual sass and pokes you in the arm. âI knew that you were joking the whole time. Can you imagine? Baby Oni running around causing chaos just like his father?â Itto laughs.
âWell, it is time to get prepared, because that part was true.â
âWait, wait, wait! REALLY????â Itto grabs you and pushes his ear on your belly. âBut I don't hear anything! Are you sure that the baby is there?â
âI am sure. It is just too soon to hear anything.â you laugh, but Itto interrupts you with the biggest kiss he ever gave you before he runs out the door yelling âI have to tell the boys! And Auntie Kuki! She will lose her mind!â.
In the next weeks, Itto keeps coming home with arms full of many different things for the baby. One day he came with a huge pregnancy pillow that in the end he kept using himself, so he had to buy another one for you. But the biggest joy brought him a baby carrier that he could strap on himself so he could take the baby to work. He was really upset when you told him that it was not a good idea.
Wriothesley - When you told him that you would stop by during work hours he immediately got nervous. It took a lot out of him to keep his composure so no one would suspect a thing. Is the Duke feeling bad? This type of news would spread at the speed of light across the whole fortress. His mind was occupied by your unexpected decision to visit him the whole day. Are you fed up with him working all the time? But he already warned you that sometimes he would not make it home⌠Wriothesley was even on high alert to not cross Sigewinne. She would immediately know that something was going on. Finally, a few minutes before your arrival, Wriothesley prepared a freshly brewed tea and your favorite cake. He certainly felt a little ridiculous when he asked one of his men to go up there just for a piece of cake. But for you? There is nothing he would not do.
âWrio!â the echo of your voice fills the whole office.
âMy dear!â he jumps out from his chair rushing down the stairs to meet you.
You hug tightly and after a longing kiss, you laugh.
âFresh tea? Just for me?â you smile.
âOf course.â he smiles and offers you his hand. âLet´s have a seat.â
As you come upstairs, you spot your favorite cake on the table. âI am sorry that I made you nervous.â
âWhy would you think that?â he asks innocently as he sits next to you on the sofa.
âYou always do this. Every time you think that there is something wrong. You show me how amazing you are.â
âAre you implying that there are times when you do not think that I am amazing?â
You both laugh and after a few silent sips of the tea you rest your head on his arm.
âI need to tell you something.â you whisper.
His body immediately stiffs.
âActually, I want to show you.â and you reach for your bag.
Wriothesley watches you silently. All he can hear is blood rushing through his veins. What is going on? He always has everything under control and this whole situation is new. Are you trying to leave him? He was on his own almost his whole life. This cannot happen. Not after he gave you his heart. He knew it. He was a fool for opening so much, people always hurt youâŚ
âWrio?â
He finds you sitting next to him again but now you are holding something.
âAre you ok? If you are not feeling well we can do this another time.â you try to read his face.
âNo. No! I am fine.â he smiles. âJust a long day⌠So? What do we have here?â He points his finger on the small box.
âI don´t know.â you smile. âBut you can look and find out.â
Wriothesley slowly opens the box. He frowns as he takes out the small plush wolf.
He looks at you with confusion. You can not help but smile so much it almost hurts. He looks back at the plush toy. It is so small. Small wolf. Small⌠Wolf⌠And it hits him.
âWhat do you think about growing our little packâŚâ but before you can finish whatever you wanted to say, he grabs you into a painfully tight hug. Afterward, he looks back at the toy and stares at it for some time. You know what is going through his mind. His family and his past flashed before his eyes. You did not say a word until you spotted silent tears coming down his cheeks.
âMy love.â you reach for him and kiss him on the face after you dry his tears.
âYes,â Wriothesley says.
âWhat do you mean?â
âYes, I want to build our little pack with you.â he smiles at you knowing that he will do everything to be the best father under the sun.
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I'm so happy you like my ask (this is long overdue).
I bet that the people of Fontaine are very happy because i have been doing nothing but hanging out with the Melusine instead of doing the archon quest(though that will eventually come to an end soon). I also bet that new laws/regulations are being proposed because the amount of wacky stuffs the Traveler and their companions is up to all the time. Imagine you just joined the Traveler's team and your first experience is watching a forest watcher beat up some of Fontaine's local legends lmao (and after your recent post, Childe is seething if he learned of this).
Can i be đŹ anon?(unless you don't do that here)
Named anons? On my blog? Omg I feel honored - of course you can be đŹ anon! Welcome :D
New laws being proposed because of the traveler is amazing. It has the same vibe as that gliding law in Mondstadt about taking off using anemo slimes (yes, it works, no, it is not very useful as far as I know. I don't even remember if you get an achievement), because you KNOW there's a story behind it, someone must have tried it and it must've gone very, very wrong, and the wacky circumstances that lead to the creation of new laws would be hilarious to witness.
However, on a more serious note, Wriothesley and Neuvillette would be grappling with the issue of teleportation - how do you arrest someone who can simply just... leave? It doesn't matter how secure a prison is if a bored entity can just take control of one of the prisoners and whisk them away on a whim? Worse yet, since Wriothesley is officially a Vessel, what would happen if an Overseer decided to take control of him and sign official pardons? New rules in the Fortress of Meropide have been implemented - any orders given by the Duke while he is on the team are automatically overruled unless it can be proven that he is acting of his own accord.
I can only imagine how confusing it feels for the newcomers to suddenly join the team and find themselves in the kind of situations the Traveler faces daily... and for the onlookers, of course. "Oh, I wonder who that newcomer is... such a distingushed gentleman, perhaps he's here on business?" "Guys, not to scare you or anything, but that 'distinguished gentleman' dropped a meteor on a crab." "Oh, yes, that huge crab in the-" "No. A regular crab. On the smaller side, even. He just threw a huge meteor at it - didn't even bat an eye. The crab practically disintegrated." "What the hell."
And for those that don't know their teammates - any of the knights of Favonius being placed on a team with Klee know exactly what she's capable of, but someone less familiar with her is about to be shocked. "What in Celestia's name is the Overseer thinking? This is a child, she'll get hu- oh. Oh no."
On the other hand, imagine being a nun-turned-idol, looking to the side to check who your teammates are, and there's the Raiden Shogun standing there as if it's no big deal. A little bird lands on her fingers. She watches it with a wistful expression as it flies away. You look to the other side and see the Dendro Archon chatting with that kind but often drunk bard as if they're old friends. You find yourself in what looks like a domain but soon realise, with no small amount of dread, that you're in the Abyss. At least you have two Archons beside you... Barbatos help you, the challenge has started and there are more monsters than you thought. You're doing your best to keep all your teammates alive - you wouldn't forgive yourself if you were the indirect cause for the fall of a god. So you sing your song and put the hydro circle around your team, but there's just too many enemies, coming from all sides... And then you hear a faint "ehe", and the specters are pulled into a vortex of wind. The Shogun doesn't even need to pull out her signature move, just the swirl reaction the bard has caused is enough. You see him shoot down one of the things with a single Anemo-infused arrow. It dies immediately. He's dealing damage on par with the two Archons on the team. Just what is this bard capable of? Suddenly those rumors about him being Barbatos are starting to seem a little less nonsensical. Surely, it couldn't be true, right? You have half a mind to ask him about it once the four of you exit the Abyss, but as soon as you find yourself outside and able to regain your breath he just gives you a "whoops, gotta go!" and floats away on a wind current you're pretty sure he just created.
Now that I think of it, it'd be fun to imagine how different team dynamics would work - I'll make a separate post for this, but if you've read this far and want to send in asks with your team comps... đ
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scars are A Thing⢠with wriothesley and nobody can convince me otherwise, idc if there is zero mention of his scars or their meaning when he comes out idc itâs my permanent headcanon that scars and their stories are simply entangled with his character idc
so now i give you: wriothesley who is fascinated by your scars
tw: discussion of scars lol, but in no way do i indicate their origin unless itâs stretch marks. however if talk of scars at all is triggering to you, dont read!! itâs sweet fluffy stuff, but that doesnât matter if it will trigger you. please take care :)
sfw, big brainrot under cut
theyre so much smaller than his, more delicate, just like you. doesnt matter if compared to other people you are big or tall, heâs such a big guy that he makes you feel small no matter your size or height. and no matter what your scars look like to you, to him they are beautiful. to him they are delicate.
heâs enamored by all of your scars no matter their originâstretch marks, however, seem to intrigue him the most of all. heâs absolutely transfixed by them, and you can never understand why. heâs simply mesmerized by the way the blemished skin stretches as he thumbs and presses it, watching the discoloration flatten itself only to bloat back when he leaves it alone. for some reason he just seems so puzzled by the concept of natural scarring of the body; nothing had happened to harm you for these to appearâtheyâre simply the product of change, your skin either going through rapid periods of expanding or shrinking. he thinks theyâre pretty.
heâd spend so long just running his rough fingers over your skin, absorbed in the feeling of the puckered tissue under his own blemished hands. whether the scars are stretch marks or from something else, he loves them, he loves you.
this might sound weird but i just like to imagine you both spend time gently tracing each othersâ scars as comfort, like it sounds weird in words but it makes sense i promise. there is something intimate and fascinating about scars, no matter what theyâre from; itâs truly like the language of your bodyâs history, a record of what has occurred. you can resent them or be proud of them, it really depends on the person and situationâbut regardless, scars are always a record, and that is a constant no matter the person.
and if youâre not comfortable with that level of touch or that much attention on your scars, that is absolutely okay. heâs not going to make you uncomfortable, heâll always ask if itâs okay before he looks at or touches themâor touches you at all, really. he never wants to hurt you. and if you say youâd rather he not touch your scars, heâll understand and just show you he loves youâall of youâin some other way.
like idk about anyone else or if its just me and im fucking insane but sometimes i get lost looking at my own scars; sometimes the human body at work is just kind of fascinating to watch, and even more so in retrospect. itâs like holy fuck youâre looking at its handiwork, you can plainly see how the skin has been so masterfully rebuilt into this little woven bandaid of cells, carefully crafted to not only rebuild but protect. your body has looked after itself, and it will continue to do so. and thats just kind of a fascinating thing to me idkđ
some extra thoughts about scars, not really to do with wrio; red brackets will indicate the end of it if you want to skip: [[ it usually replaces any feeling of disgust i have because instead of focusing on the bad feeling of remembering where they came from or being sad at the way they look im able to think about how cool it is the way my body recovered and made my skin even stronger; it didnt just wipe it all away and give me a clean slate so i could forget, it pieced the cells together again bit by bit until it had not only replaced the wound but enforced itâso instead of forgetting the bad feelings, they were replaced by wonder. sort of like a sign that says âproof that where once there was pain, now there is strengthâ. itâs kind of like how they say you donât just try to quit bad habits, you must replace the bad habit with a good one. you can replace the bad feelings associated with your scars with new feelings, whether they are good feelings or neutral feelings or meh feelings. ]]
before you, he understood scars to be an ugly thingâa source of shame, a show for others to marvel at if he left them uncovered, for them to ogle at and whisper about as if trying to guess the origin of the wounds was a sort of entertainment to them. and then in the fortress of meropide, his scars felt much less like a source of shame and more like an intimidation factor (which wasnât something he necessarily felt good about, but it was something that he benefitted from as the duke). but when you came along and he began to know you, suddenly they were this beautiful, fascinating phenomenon that lead him to view his own scars in a different light.
heâs a powerful, strong man, yes. heâs intimidating and feared, but he is also loved, and all for good reasonâhe is solid and safe, an image of reliability to others. and sometimes it could weigh him down when he couldnât seem to let another help carry the burden.
the way you made him feel, though, tracing his big ugly scars like they were rivers, like they werenât repulsiveâit changed him entirely, and it changed the way he saw himself. in the overworld, he was a criminal brute slathered in the proof of his savageness. in the fortress, he was the rock-solid standard for redemption, and he had to uphold his firm reputation. but with you, he was able to be fragile; with you, the walls he had built to protect himself from both sides of fontaineâs society came tumbling down, because he didnât have to pretend when he was with you.
if such a small, sweet thing like you could see him in such a kind light with so much love in those eyes of yours, perhaps he was not so bad after all.
everyone else in all of teyvat could believe he was truly a bad guy like he sometimes enjoyed playing atâbut it wouldnât matter, because there you were in his bed every night, held fast in his big arms as you mindlessly traced the long, thin writings engraved in his skin, letting the stories they told lull you to sleep.
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08 - Epilogue
Trial by Fire (Wriothesley x Reader)
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(y/n) was glad that she could be home again. Sure it was a bedroom suite in the fortress, with one big bed for her and Wriothesley, a large closet, and a work desk on the side, quite a plain looking room if not for her plushies. Still, it was a place with lots of memories for the recently married pair. They had started their journey in the Fortress of Meropide, and now theyâre here again, with occasional trips to the surface, of course.
âDarling, can you grab my towel from our closet?â Wriothesleyâs voice sounded from inside the bathroom.
(y/n) grabbed his towel, and walked over to the half open bathroom door. âHere you go.â
He expected her to leave and go back to reading her book after dropping off his towel, but instead, (y/n) only stood there, eyeing him and the scars that littered his skin.
âTake a picture darling, it lasts longer.â he teased, giving her the smirk he knew she loves. He put on a pair of shorts, there was an embroidered wolf pup on the side that (y/n) had secretly made for him before⌠well⌠before everything happened.
âWhy should I when youâre right here, Wrio?â She took a few steps forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, burying her face in his chest. The chuckle he let out reverberated through his chest. He picked her up in a princess carry like she weighed nothing, and plopped her back to bed.
He pressed his lips onto hers, and (y/n) kissed him back with as much passion. She locked her hands behind his neck and pulled him closer. When they broke off, panting, her hands gently cupped his face as she pressed butterfly kisses all over his face.
âI love you Wriothesley.â A peck on his nose
âWhere did that come from?â Wriothesley smiled, feeling his cheeks heat up.
(y/n) shrugged, âyou just look so cute right now,â she smooshed his cheeks together, and placed another quick kiss on his lips.
âYour lips are a bit dry, love, you should use my lip balm.â
Wriothesley wrinkled his nose, âI donât like how it made my lips feel so sticky for a while.â
âBut we donât want it to start cracking now do we?â
â...no.â
âThere you go then~â (y/n) let go of him and reached over to her night stand, but Wriothesley promptly stopped her by dragging her further to the middle of the bed.
âWeâre only going to sleep, darling, can I just use it tomorrow?â he pouted
âItâll dry up more at night, Wrioâ (y/n) giggled, feeling his hands tickling her sides, âstoopp!â
âLets go sleep, hm? It's getting late already, and we have work tomorrow.â Wriothesley nuzzled against her neck, taking a long sniff of her hair. It smells like home.
âMmm⌠Fine. But Iâm putting lip balm on you tomorrow.â This made Wriothesley chuckle, and his grip on (y/n) tighten.
Silence reigned for a while, until it was broken by a sniff.
"Wrio?" (y/n) looked up at him, and was shocked to see a tear trail down his cheek. He quickly wiped it off.
"Wrio what's wrong? Did I say-"
"You weren't breathing when I found you." He was looking everywhere but at (y/n). She froze, eyes filled with concern watching him as he sniffed and rubbed his nose, more tears slowly forming in his eyes.
"You... you were so cold and- and completely limp," he continued, gaze averted, "I thought I was too late."
"I had to," he swallowed thickly, "I had to p-perform CPR on you. A-and I felt your ribs crack. You were so pale and you still weren't moving..."
A sob. âI just⌠canât imagine how Iâd live without you. I donât know how I was even living before I met you.â
Wriothesley's arms snaked around (y/n)'s waist as he pulled her closer to him, burying his face in her stomach. "All I could think about was that I hurt you. I was hurting you but I couldn't stop, y-you had to breathe I had no choice."
(y/n) carded her fingers through his black hair, massaging his scalp and hoping that that provided comfort for him. "Wriothesley, baby, you saved my life because of that. If anything, I should be thanking you."
He shook his head, "I should have found you faster, before that bastard stopped your breathing, before the experiments. Archons, I should have protected you better in the first place.â
Wriothesley tightened his hold, sniffling, "(y/n) I was so scared." His voice cracked on the last word, "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you... and I almost lost you."
Raw emotions from Wriothesley grated at (y/n)âs heart strings and brought forth her own tears to the surface. He had been holding all that in for so long, all alone, trying to stay strong for her sake when he himself is scared and hurt. Her other hand rubbed comforting circles on his back. She could feel his muscles tense, and then relax again immediately. Part of (y/n) was glad he shared his thoughts and fears with her, after everything that just happened. She wanted to be there for him in his vulnerable moments, like he was for her.
âItâs okay, Wrio, let it out. Let it all out.â (y/n) felt her tears start to fall, âIâm here, Weâre safe.â
The night heard the soft cries of two lovers, tangled in each otherâs warmth, none letting the other go as if afraid their partner would disappear.
âI love you so much (y/n).â Wriothesley wiped his eyes and pressed his lips against hers, and it felt like home.
(y/n) could feel the longing and desperation from him, and returned the kiss with the same fervour, locking her hands behind his neck.
~End~
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Well this has been a wild journey XD what initially started as a scenario I imagined at night as I try to fall asleep became a whole (partial) series on tumblr. Thank you for sticking with this blurb all this time! I apologize for the writing and story quality, It felt a bit rushed at the ending, and if I were to revise this and stretch it out more with more details, I think it would be a lot better TwT
Hereâs an angsty sketch of (y/n) and Wrio (but I self insert myself into (y/n))
Iâll be posting the original planned plot after this chapter! So keep an eye out for that!
Thank you once again you guys! I truly love and appreciate every single one of you. Your interactions, reactions, and comments all kept me going despite the hard days. Thank you so much.
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I got a chase of baby fever so allow me to ramble for a bit about genshin men being girldads
Neuvillette first of all already is a girl dad, but the addition of his biological daughter is welcomed! That child will have many melusines to play with and too look after her. He trusts they will ensure her wellbeing and he is right to do so! The melusines love their new friend!
Wriothesley would LOVE playing tea tome with his daughter. Perhaps he brews a actual tea for her (one that is uncaffeinated). Only problem is his butt is too big for the tiny chairs and tiny table but he will not let that stop him from being a better father than he ever had!
Ayato I can see letting his daughter rest on his lap as she looks over his work like she understands a single kanji on the page. (Fun fact kids love to mimic their parents) i think if he saw her pretending to be like him and setting up her own little area and pretending to review papers and sign stuff heâd struggle to compose himself
Thoma whoâs daughter often follows him around on cleaning duty. Sheâs more than welcomed to go play but she likes to spend time with him, and hey heâs no complaining. Any time is a good time to learn how to clean after all. But heâs also aware of the fact that sometimes she will purposely make a mess just so they have something to clean together. He thinks its too cute to scold her for but he swears he will eventually
Zhongli is already so father coded its insane! Needless to say heâd be a excellent father! His patience is unmatched! Contrary to popular belief i donât think heâd spoil her but he would if sheâs good. Perhaps offering little contracts like âif you clean all the floors once a week for a month weâll get you some new toysâ. If failed he isnât too harsh just a little stern and nothing more. Afterall they are just a wee baby. Cloud retainer is definitely their aunty tho. Imagine going to school and finding our your schoolmate goes to the fucking adepti for the holidays
Tartaglia is def the best for any wild child (good chance theyll be orange so high energy is almost guaranteed)! He is the spoiler kind (just look at teucer) and absolutely would love to spend time with them. I can just invision the first day heâs home on family leave and his daughter is tightly wrapped around his leg refusing to budge as he makes a show of how easily he can still lift his leg and making sound effects as they stomp over to the kitchen! Heâd be very protective of her however, definitely only leaves the best and most trustworthy to watch over her when he isnât there.
A/n: Thatâs all for now but sorry for the lack of posting! I hsve a job now and itâs exhausting! Iâll try to at least publish something like twice or something a month but Iâve been dry in terms of creativity for writing recently
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Wriothesley x New Inmate ! Reader
Warnings | fluff, grammatical errors, wrio being down bad for reader, etc.
Note | reason for reader being sent to the fortress as a new inmate is up to your imagination <3
"I don't have any work today? Nice!"
For the past few months of being at the Fortress, you found that it was a simple and easy life. Especially since you barely had to work! Now, you weren't sure if it was because you were a new inmate or something, but, honestly, you didn't care by this point since you got to laze around and do nothing for most of the day.
Honestly, it was the perfect life for you. Way easier than what you had to deal with on a daily basis back on the surface.
You felt ... at peace. Sure you were surrounded with people who committed more worse crimes than you, but at least none of them held any sort of hostility towards you. They welcomed you here just fine. And, along with a welcome from the inmates when you first arrived also came a welcome from the Duke.
In your eyes, he was an absolute dream. He had a quick wit and a body that looked good good to be true, and his face was easy on the eyes too. In other words, having a sight like him around the Fortress definitely put the icing on the cake.
Though, despite your attraction to the man you never did have the courage to actually say or do anything about it. Not that you minded. You have a particularly long sentence and, hell, even when your time here is over you might decide to stay awhile and see what new life awaited you here.
"Huh?"
Another female innate who sleeps on the bed next to yours looked over and noticed the little gift in your hands. She couldn't help but to grin, "ooo, a gift? Who's it from?"
You scratched the back of your head, "honestly, I have no idea."
The other inmate shrugged, "well, it isn't uncommon to receive gifts from the surface."
"Isn't that considered contraband or whatever that word is?"
"Oh trust me, all mail is looked through before its sent to us prisoners, so that gift is perfectly fine if it found its way into your hands. Now, if you'll excuse me, I got an early shift. See ya, y/n."
"Yeah, see ya..."
You didn't bother to watch her leave ad you looked down at the gift in your hands. Settling back into your bed, you took a seat. Your hands shakingly unwrapping the gift while also being careful not to tear the paper.
This better not be a gift from my sister... that bitch totally left me for dead.
That was another thing about the crime you committed, your sister was in on it but ditched you when you got caught. So if she sent a gift, then you know that you'll definitely blow a fuse.
Opening the small box, however, you knew it wasn't from your sister.
It was a necklace with a rainbow rose glass pendant on it.
If there was one thing you knew, it was that your sister wasn't as kind.
So, could this be a secret admirer's doing? It couldn't be someone from the Fortress, right? None of the inmates you knew had the means of getting their hands on something like this.
Maybe it was someone from the surface? Ahh..., but you were never close to anyone up there, and you were sure you never caught anyone's eye either.
Questions on who it could be swirled around your head for the remainder of the day, but, of course, despite those questions it didn't stop you from wearing such a lovely gift. A gift that didn't go unnoticed by Wriothesley whi just so happened to catch you wearing it at lunch.
And just as he had thought, it looked very pretty on you.
"You're so weird."
"Thank you, Sigewinne."
"That wasn't a compliment... I just don't see why you won't go up to them and tell them how you feel."
"For one thing, Sigewinne, we're not exactly close enough for that. Besides, the only few words I said to them were the casual greetings I give to all prisoners when they come to the Fortress."
Sigewinne huffed, "well, just promise you won't be a secret admirer for long, ok? Cause they are very good looking and I wouldn't be surprised if someone else managed to wisk them off their feet before you do."
Wriothesley rolled his eyes as he turned to head back to his office before glancing at your smiling face one more time as you chatted away with your newly made friends.
Cute.
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