#yandere wriothesley x y/n

[cheriihoney]

Back from the dead because i was busy with internship but im free now.

I thought i would leave behind genshin impact but wRIOTHESLEY GOT ME BY THE NECK,,,,,HES SO HANDSOME,,,, SO QUICK THING FOR YANDERE!WRIOTHESLEY AND MAID!READER

Have not played the latest archon quest. I only know that wriothesley is hot so bear with me here ^^

EDIT: just took out some repeating dialogue, sorry it took a while to notice!!

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You’re one of the braver maids, or one of the more dumber oness, for accepting a job to work in an underwater fortress. To be perfectly honest the place isn’t so bad if you ignore how cold and lonesome it is. The other maids barely raising their voices above a whisper when the lord of the fortress is there. They were afraid. It is common knowledge that beyond his role of subduing criminals he is a kind, gentle and noble man with the way children flock to him to clumsily honor his gauntlets with stickers. And yet, despite knowing this it is difficult to be in his presence. Tall, dark, foreboding and handsome. People who come across him are at crossroads with how they are intimidated by his presence and how enamored they are with it.

With you however, youre just doing a job as his ‘official�� personal maid. Originally you were a simple new hire and as one of your first tasks, you were expected to take care of his grace after a long grueling day at work. Other maids were too skittish to do it. For fear of doing something wrong or being caught oogling at their employer. You didn’t have any personal feelings towards his grace. Aside from being thankful that he employed you, payed and gave a roof over your head. You owe it to your philosophy of not sticking your nose where it shouldn’t be. Silently dressing Wriothesley’s wounds from a particularly bad brawl that day. A large gash was inflicted on hjim, luckily it wasn’t deep and didn’t require stitches. Basic empathy made you feel concerned and made extra sure that before the he arrived home, you lit a soothing lavender candle in his room to help him relax.

“Lighting a candle for me isn’t necessary” Wriothesley murmured. The sudden statement made you drop the roll of bandages in surprise, not expecting the lord of the fortress to speak to you. You quickly picked up the roll from the floor, setting it in back in the medical kit.

“Of course your grace” You replied carefully. You werent afraid of him, hes just a guy to you but still. This man is your boss and you did something that he didnt ask you to do. Potentially you could get scolded, or worse. Fired.

“It is presumptious of me but I thought it would be good for you if I lit a lavender scented candle before your arrival. Given that you came back injured and that you’re an extremely hard worker” your palms were sweating profusely under his steel gaze. He may be sititng in his chair while you stood by his side, but even then he still held all the power in the room.

Those short, excruciating, moments of him staring into your eyes when you gave your reasoning gave you ample time to overthink that you were booted out of the job. It must’ve been the trick of the eye when something carnal and possessive glinted in his eyes. Before you could think on it more he turned away and grabbed his newspaper in front of him.

“I see. You may go” Was all he said, turning a page. You bowed deeply before politely skedaddling away from him. As you turned the door knob his voice broke the silence again. This time, his voice sounded a tad softer.

“Thank you. It was kind of you to do that”

Stunned by his gratitude, your mouth refused to form words. Instead you noddedly dumbly with a nervous smile to match and promptly left the study. Unaware of the brewing affections that you ignited in Wriothesley.

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Stalking, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling

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Thinking about Yandere!Wriothesley and how he lets you roam freely around Meropide. He knows he can be a cruel man, but he saves all the sunlight in his soul for you, to brighten your days. All he asks in return is to have your nights, though you know his words are lies: he has you in the palm of his hand, but pretends to give you some semblance of freedom in an attempt to gain your trust.

You don't fall for it. During the day, you stay as far away from the Duke as you can; despite your best attempts though, Wriothesley follows you around from the cafeteria to the work zone and everywhere in between like a lovesick puppy. Won't you spare him a single glance? He always claims he's simply doing "routine inspections", but you know the truth. All the other prisoners seem to as well, with how they smile and snicker when you enter an area.

Still, for all of Wriothesley's patience, even the warmest of summers fade to frost, and his kindness is waning. These nights, he holds you snug to his chest, almost as though he fears if he doesn't you'll slip through his fingers like water.

As the days pass, the longing only grows more intense, until he can't take it anymore. One morning you wake up to Wriothesley's arms encaging you once more. Nothing new. But this time, when you try to squirm out of his grasp, his grasp tightens. Stirring, the Duke pulls you closer to him, incoherent mumbles spilling from sleepy lips. "Don't...go," Wriothesley murmurs, tucking his head into the crook of your neck, softly breathing the scent of your perfume of choice.

The sleepy protest fails to deter you though, as you struggle more. Eventually, Wriothesley huffs. "Stop struggling." His voice, once clouded by sleep-induced softness, is now laced with frost. "You're staying with me today," he says.

Surrendering to his demands, you mourn the loss of the little freedom you had. Before, your cage was big enough, you could imagine the bars didn't exist. But now, you know that matter where you go, he will be there, ensnaring you in his love.

[yandere-romanticaa]

The deep corners of the sea harbor many secrets. Be it countless lives which were claimed by the tides, ancient tales of a bygone era, or perhaps something even darker, something so great that the feeble human mind could not even think of comprehending.

The murky waters hid many things indeed. But for the Duke, his little secret was not so ancient, something not so important in the ultimate grand scheme of things.

It only mattered to him and only him.

He gazes fondly at his secret as he sips tea in the cafeteria, taking a break in a highly conspicuous area simply because he was the Duke and he could do as he wished.

He could have you at any moment he desired. The sentence was prolonged for absolutely no reason and searching for one was pointless. The Duke has his reasons, the staff would say. Run along now and go back to your duties. If you keep slacking off you'll starve.

Wriothesley liked to play favorites when it came to you.

That became evident to some of the staff very fast.

He had it arranged that your meals be of, at the very least, decent quality. No mystery meat for you or any rotten vegetables. If you consumed any of that your health would be in jeopardy. He could always just give you a proper meal or maybe even a downright good one but that would arise too much suspicion from the inmates and he was not in the mood to hear them complain. One day, the chef decided to be bold and serve you a wretched meal on purpose, just to test his hypothesis.

As expected, Wriothesley gave him an earful even if he never actually said anything about you. His bias was still evident and nothing could hide that.

Wriothesley liked to consider himself as an honest and a frank man. Like all people he had his secrets and his own cross to carry but if he could he wanted things to be done right in the open. No mysteries, no hesitance. If you were not a prisoner in the Fortress, Wriothesley would already have you on his arm. He was also aware of his imposing presence, the last thing he wanted to do was to scare you off. The power imbalance was simply too large between the two of you.

Therefore, like the predator that he was, he bid his time. He locked away his rawest feelings deep in his heart and hid the key, never wanting to throw it away.

He wanted you to come to him. He wanted you to seek him out.

Oh, to be loved, to be wanted by another human being. What a foreign yet pleasant thought. Wriothesley knew you did not see him in that light but damn it all if he does not try. All of the cards are in his hands and he has dealt you yours. The only option left is for you to play straight into his hand.

The thought of sharing a cup of tea with you made his heart soar. Patience was indeed a virtue. And fortunately for him, the Fortress of Meropide had taught him that skill a long time ago.

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[yandere-wishes]

𝓦𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯

Summary: Heritage pricks Wriothesley like a valley of thrones, it's unnerving to find someone with the same pains. 

Warnings: Yandere Behavior, werewolves, gore, older man/ younger woman if you squint.

January 15th; 12:00 Am  

There's blood on your face and a blade in your hand when Wriothesley first meets you. A body at your feet half gutted and half eaten. If not for the flickering shade of gold in your eyes, he'd have summed you up as just another alleyway murderer. 

Not a monster.

Not a creature he was all so intimately familiar with. 

When you'd first met the Duke of Meropide, there had been a full moon hovering overhead. A little too haunting for your taste. The stars cowered behind heavy clouds as the taste of metal rang in your mouth. His frigid fingers had tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. Tracing it's shell that had yet to lose its unnatural edge. "Qutrub" he mumbles, low and rattling as he drapes his jacket across your shoulders. 

You've yet to tell him that that night still haunts you. Not the blood or the first kill. Not the face of the man as you tear out his intestines with your teeth. No, the nightmares come from his voice, how easily he spoke of the horror you'd turned into. He'd known you before you'd even known yourself. 

His familiarity is what haunts you. 

All too deep and knowing. 

You still shiver when the beast's name leaves his tongue. 

He's blunt and brutal when he tells you of the curse you've inherited. What manner of creature resides within you. He speaks as if he's the Archon of wisdom, all lethal facts and icy truths. You couldn't really speak back then, brain still split between two worlds. Too feral to be human, yet too meek to be a threat. "The first transformation is always the worst, kid. It'll take a while before your mind's set straight again." 

You didn't understand what he meant back then. Too busy focusing on the permanent buzz in your head. It felt like a fever dream, sticky, slow. Your limbs weren't your own and neither were your thoughts. You think you may have collapsed back then. Vaguely recalling the sensation of his calloused palms against your forehead. 

 It's only by the end of a brutal week that you finally realize what his words signified. You're starting to act human again. Morphing back into something normal, something tame. It's only on the seventh day that you remember how to form words. And even then it's only half-slung phrases in your mother tongue. Wriothesley answers when you speak. Mirroring your words, your accent, your tones. That had been around the time you'd begin to understand what he was. What you where. 

Not human. 

Never human. 

 It's another excruciating week before you remember the language of Fontaine.

 Another long endless month until the new moon. 

January 30th; 1:00 Am

There's blood on your hands again, a shade too red to have a name. You stare at the body, his face shredded beyond recognition. 

His bone reverberates between your teeth. Beckoning you to crush it, to crack it open and gulp down the marrow like nectar. 

Wriothesley hums in approval, slinging himself over the ring ropes. The Pankration Ring is abandoned. Reserved only for the warden and his new "pet". It had become routine over the last few weeks, Wriothesley would bring in a "misbehaving" prisoner, some he -and by extension Fontaine - needed gone. And you would take the opportunity to whet your new, primal powers. 

"bloodlust does not define us." He circles you. Predator and prey. "Our kind has existed since the dawn of Tayvat. We're not monsters, although that's what everyone likes to think." he stops, his fangs tickling the side of your neck. As if trying to simulate a reaction, he needs you to feel the antiquity that courses through your blood. To understand where all this is coming from. 

The bone in your mouth cracks, something thick spills out. Just as Wriothesley's fangs pierce your precious flesh. 

"We're not monsters..."

"Not quite" 

January 31st, 11:59 Am

His voice is haunting. It slips into the cracks of your psyche, pulling apart the open wounds until there's enough room for him. Only him. The glib timbre of his voice stalks you through the corridors and past the darken rooms. Slithering over walls and echoing in your skull. Cauterizing doubts of what you are. He needs you to feel his pain. To live with his curse, his blessing. 

There's a window five meters from his office. It's the only time you catch glimpses of the world outside the metal dome. Your mind is fractured now too preoccupied by new sensations and emotions to fully recall anything from the topside world. The blurry scenery has long since faded from your memory.

 Somewhere a clock chimes. You start to race for the boxing ring. 

February 1st, 12:15 Am

You recall the first lesson he ever taught you. Back then you had yet to shed the ferocity running ramped across your veins. Preferring to use your teeth, to tear and sheer, hacking at whatever flesh you could reach.

You lay in a pool of gore, fresh enough to make your mouth water. Still, you keep your eyes locked on him. Longing for some acknowledgments, a shred of affection. 

Wriothesley's shadow is casted above you, white fangs glowing. He looked every bit the predator he'd raised himself to be. "Tired already?" His voice carries a tone of mockery. It's to be expected you guess as you'd laid on the metal floor heaving. Black dots danced across your vision, laughing when you tried to block them out. Wriothsly stands proud, metallic boxing gloves reflecting what little light they can. "We're qutrub's (y/n), not animals. Stop acting like one." 

Today's prisoner had put up a fight. A dirty one at that. His blade had pierced you more times than you dare count. it had been Wriothesley who had finished the job. Who had saved you from your target. A heartbeat later you feel him pulling you up, cradling you in his arms as he departs for his chambers. 

Back then you'd seen him as a predator, a beast. No difference in what he decided to call himself. Now all your eyes can convene is a saint draped in black. Wriothsly wears his heritage on his sleeve. Proud of the beast he has become. Proud of the way his bones rearrange to turn in into something odious, something ethereal. Someday you wish to make him proud. To be the creature he envisions, to be more than a monster, more than a wolf. To be worthy of him. 

"I love you" Wriothesley mutters, warm breath hitting the side of your neck. You wonder if monsters can love if that sentiment isn't stripped from them the moment they grow claws. You think it's ludicrous to believe either of you can still harbor such human feelings.

 The new moon feels like a lifetime away.

Febuary 8th, 2:00 Am

 "Until you learn to control your powers, they'll always reign over you. Never bend to them. Remember they are an extension of you. Not the other way around."

The bloodlust has grown more ferocious as of late. Its vicious howl rings through your head, blocking out Wriothesley's voice. It's a welcomed difference, a much-needed rest from his constant yammering. 

You've taken to hunting for sport. Slaughtering any you can corner, any you can out-match. Cherishing the blood that dries under your nails and the liberating ache of your body after the fact. 

At first, Wriothesley had made a show of decorating his desk with any blood-soaked trophy you'd brought him. Now you think he's growing vexed. 

He has you perched on his lap. Ankle cuffed and chained to the stone floor. A security mechanism he'd insisted on after you'd brought him the heart of the Coupon Cafatria's chef. 

Wriothesley never keeps animals in the fortress. He insists it's cruel to cage such a free thing. You wonder if you'll be the first exception. 

Wriothesley drinks tea religiously. it's the only thing keeping his heritage flowing within his bones. You wonder if the flavored scorching waters keep the violent urges at bay. You wonder if their soothing is all that keeps him from ripping out people's jugulars. 

He offers you a sip from his adorned glass. The tea's aroma is overwhelming, it reminds you of a place you've never been to. It burns your tongue on the way down. Enough to make you consider shattering his cup. 

February 11th, 3:00 am

Wriothesley flinches when he sees the blood coating his hands. Flashes of a hell he'd long since buried flicker through him.

A part of you wishes to tell him that he's clean. That killing isn't a sin. At least not here, not to them. He tells you of the night he first transformed, a tiny boy who, at the time, had only ever pulled his punches. 

He tells you why he killed and maimed, why his powers awakened when they did. "I keep trying to tell you." His words are phantoms, restless spectators that cloud your mind. "We're not monsters, not really. Sure all they see is the bloodshep and claws and they take off running. But the truth is our kind have been guardians and protectors longer than their kind has existed." 

His fingers trace your cheek. Leaving red waterfalls to drip down your chine. You think this is love in its rawest form. You think this is desperation in its strongest form. 

Wriothesley's kisses taste of burnt ice and ash. Filled to the brim with sorrow, too deep to understand. You claw at the back of his neck. breaking skin on a childish whim. Desperate to unleash the monster he insists, doesn't exist.

In a blinded second of rage, of passion, of some emotion, no word could properly describe. He has you sprawled on the cold ground. His body hovering over yours. You see his eyes bleed into the most perfect crimson. You see the monster start to break out. 

Febuary 14th 11:58 Am 

It takes too much effort on his part not to baby you. To remind himself that regardless of your age and lack of experience you are still an adult. He gives up on most days, opting to just cradle you on his lap and hum some forgotten tune until you fall asleep.

Tonight's the new moon. He doesn't know what to expect.

You hear his voice in the back of your head telling you to calm down. 'It's just the way we look, you're alright.' you ignore it favoring the sensation of your claws digging behind your eyes. You feel his claws on your wrist prying your hands away. They cut into your veins and you howl, something inhuman, something feral. 

Wriothesley kisses your eyes, staining his lips a doleful red. He listens to the cacophony of your bones rearranging, cracking, and slipping into their new positions. 

he teaches you how to box. Tells you it's a way to stay in touch with your human side.

he tells you about the murders, about how, even at such a young age, he'd known he was a monster, he'd known his heritage sang hymns of moons and blood between his bones. He tells you how he overcame it, where he became something more than a monster. The stories ease the transition, piquing your interest enough to distract you from the natural way your body bends. 

"I want to be human again" you choke, tears marring your cheeks "I hate this, I hate you. Why couldn't you have left me in that alleyway? Why couldn't you have left me alone!"

Wriothesley's facade cracks, your trained eyes pick up the slightest indication of concern weaving across his face. "They'd have hunted you like a wild animal". "I am a wild animal" You protest. "You should have let them kill me!"

There's blood in the back of your throat, metallic, pungent. It feels like holding the sun between your teeth and letting it burn you from the inside. You wonder when you'll be strong enough to deny the bloodlust, to relish in the transformation. Will a time ever come when all this feels natural? When you're as calm and composed as him?

Wriothesley kisses your forehead. It's the last thing you remember before the world turns red. Your brain and body are no longer your own, governed now by the fanged creature inside you. 

If ever there was a time to die, now's not it. 

Febuary 15th 11:00 Am

You wake up in a soft bed. Wriothesley's arm tucked under your head. Your nails have lost their supernatural edge, you trace stars and moons into his chest absentmindedly. His pale blue eyes, shift to you, shaking off the netherworld they'd been engaged with.

"There's an old story about us." His gaze is as cold as the blizzards of Snezhnaya. "About how we were cursed yet survived. The divine turned us into soldiers, they didn't expect us to thrive."

You used to be a fickle thing, all so arrogant and free. So sure of your place in this world. When did that change exactly? When did the world morph into an endless stream of gore and despair? When did you start hanging onto his every word? Despreat for him, all of him?

"What is a monster anyway" you ask, voice too frail that it cracks when met with open air. "A guardian, an outcast, the child of heroes who shares none of the glory its parents once had." You feel the burn on your tongue from the tea he gave you. Suck on the flesh before replying.

" It's inexperienced shoulders buckling under the weight of duty."

"Maybe" he shrugs, "I guess it could be that too."

Somewhere along the lines, Wriothesley forgot how to love. He's not even sure if he's ever understood the emotion in the first place. Maybe it all comes with being a feral, creature of the night. Maybe it all comes with being born only partially human. He rolls your name off his tongue. Nicking his bottom lip on his fangs.

He wonders if you'll like chameleon or mint tea for breakfast. Or maybe something more bitter. His lips find you delicate ones, an exchange of exhaustion. You're so soft and sweet under him, a stark contrast to the beast he's come to tame. 

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Wriothesley is a bit stunned at the sudden request, however he merely sighs, crossing his arms in a resigned manner. Mauling over the prospect of you helping them.

Neuvillette patiently awaits your response to his daring request. all he wants is to protect his land from those who dare to cause harm.

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You’ve tapped twice into your Kitsune side! You’re going through a metamorphosis. The top of your head is feeling a bit heavy…

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You’ve been diagnosed by Neuvillette with the starting stages of Blight Syndrome that he had caught onto once he familiarized himself with your scent within the wardens office.

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[madamofthestars]

There is no escape.| Yandere Wriothesley headcannon.

tw-Yandere content.

Author note-Some thanksgiving dinner for y’all.

🖤You don't know how long you became wriothsly prisoner for to you it could be months or years but to you, it doesn't matter anymore.

🖤All you know is you want to escape and while you have it’s only for a few minutes at a time for you were often trapped within his office.

🖤And when you do leave the confines of his office you are still within the Fortress of Meropide.

🖤Yet you still hope to find a way to escape the Fortress of Meropide and maybe return to the surface.

🖤However it wouldn't be long for Wriothesley to figure out your little escape routine.

🖤For even though you were very clever he soon started to catch on real quickly.

🖤So he eventually set a small little trap to catch you in the act.

🖤Wriothsely’s plan was to tick you into thinking he was going to leave his office for some matters in regards to the fortress yet he was near the area of his office yet enough of a distance so you wouldn't get suspicious.

🖤You were going about your little escape routine until you hear a familiar chuckle.

🖤you turn to see Wriothesley who was leaning against the door frame.

🖤After the event you were even under a stricter watch even having guards check in on you every so often as well as fixing up the secret exit within the office.

🖤Wriothesley wants to keep you safe and he doesn’t understand why you keep wanting to escape but he will always want to keep you safe.

🖤However Wriothesley will try making it up to you to let you walk around the fortress but however he will accompany you.

🖤This made you realized however their is no escape especially form him.

[yannights]

Hi, I love your Wriothesley work!I was wondering what would happen if reader tried to hurt Wriothesley during an outburst? Would he be mad or brush it of?

Thank you for the request!!! I love it so much that I think a serves as a great prequel for my "Depth " series, so I wrote a little story around it, and I hope it answers your question

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Wriothesley is not a brute, he is not completely delusional either. He is fully aware of how his actions affect you and he knows that you hate him for it. So he allows you keep the dignity you desire, he lets you sleep on the floor, he leaves you to bath alone. However nothing stops him from loving you. Your presence is all he needs from you. He is what can be can considered as a 'chill dude' if you get mad at him, he will mostly like try to brush it off if notihing is at stake. For instance if you demand to go out, he will most likely refuse since he doesn't trust the other inmate's around to not pull a stunt with you.

The more time passes, the more he craves more from you. Your approval, your love. Everything he wants is within your grasp, so he will indulge it from time to time. He will demand hugs, or a kiss, and despite your rejection, he enjoys and cherishes these moments. So, as the days pass, the tantrums will start to get irritating, despite his composure, he will start to feel angry at you for not advancing your relationship as he pleases, and if things escalate to a braking point, he will take action.

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As Wriothesley sat at his desk, the weight of his responsibilities pressed down upon him, each signature on the papers before him a reminder of the endless demands of his position as the duke. Despite the tranquility of the day, the constant stream of complaints and regulations left him feeling drained and weary.

You, on the other hand, sat on the couch nearby, a comforting presence amidst the chaos of his duties. With a cup of vanilla tea in hand, which Wriothesley had prepared it especially for you, a small gesture of 'kindness' amidst the hustle and bustle of the day. As you sipped the fragrant tea, its soothing warmth washed over you, providing a momentary respite from the stresses of your position. As you took another sip of the vanilla tea, a sudden vision flashed before your eyes. You found yourself sitting in a café, savoring the same tea as the sun set in the distance. The memory of that simpler time lingered, a bittersweet reminder of the life you once knew before returning to Wriothesley's office.

This reality boiled you with pure rage, you aggressively put the cup down onto the table. As Wriothesley observed your sudden outburst, a faint smirk played across his lips, though he made no overt comment. The silence only fueled the fire of your rage, simmering beneath the surface as you struggled to contain it. Wriothesley on the other hand wanted to see how far your limits would go, so he decided he would partake in a little game.

"Well, well," he began, his voice dripping with mock concern, "it seems our little tea break has taken a rather dramatic turn, hasn't it?" His taunting tone only served to stoke the flames of your anger, the heat of it pulsating through every fiber of your being.

Without a word, you snatched another cup from the tray and hurled it in his direction with all the force you could muster. But Wriothesley was quick to react, dodging the projectile by leaning to his left. A visible unpleased looked appeared on his face. Exhausted and annoyed by your actions, Wriothesley slowly stood up from his desk, and looked down at you with a stone cold expression, intensifying his icy gaze from his frozen coloured eyes. With furrowed eyebrows, Wriothesley could no longer hide the pain arising from your attitude, and had finally decided he would have proper discussion about your childish behaviour.

"My, my," he chuckled though the anger in his eyes unmistakable, "someone's feeling rather spirited today, aren't they? "

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So yeah, for me, he would probably try and talk to you first. Unlike a lot of fanfics, I don't think he resort to violence with darling, maybe intimidation. Like I said he's a chill guy, he would either brush it off or just results to a non-lethal way of showing that what you are doing isn't good. But everyone has a limit, right. So if you do manage to make him angry which is rare he would probably try and talk it out and then find another solution if it's not working.

Hope you enjoyed~~~~

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Just for funsies. How do you prefer them? 🤭

[1-800-c3dr1c]

please please PLEASE send in requests for neuvilette, lyney and wriothesley.. i want to write for them SO BADLY but have NO IDEAS, so send in whatever you like and i’ll start on it immediately!! (will ONLY do x readers.)

[cheriihoney]

Based in the short thing i wrote about wriothesley and maid!reader. Youre so precious to him now, he cant bear to part with you now. You might as well be another prisoner of this in his lonely fortress ^^

Maid!reader was just a wandering traveler who is used to odd jobs and requests to make a living. Right now, theyve been wanting a new change of pace by applying to work for Wriothesley to try out for a stable job for once.

[azen13]

CW: Yandere Themes, Drugging, Non-Sexual Intimacy

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I can't help but feel like Yandere!Wriothesley would be horrible at understanding and processing just how obsessed he feels. He's lived beneath the surface his whole life, not really caring about having close friends, or Archons forbid, a partner. But then you come along, and catch his eye.

The first thing Wriothesley feels isn't butterflies, but the sea's rough tides filling up his glass heart. For a while, he's content to see you in passing—just a single conversation with you is enough to make a bad day good. Eventually though, he can't hold back all the strange feelings welling up in his chest. He knows logically it's wrong to take you, both morally and bureaucratically—if everyone in Meropide knew he was playing favorites, it would be a disaster—but he can't help himself.

So he calls you into his office, fixes you a nice, warm cup of chamomile tea, extra sugar and milk to mask any bitterness. It doesn't take long until you're practically curled up in your chair, dreamlessly drifting off into sleep.

You immediately know something is very, very wrong when you wake up because your back doesn't hurt. Your usual bed always gave you a horrible ache in your lower back when you woke up, but this morning, you feel strangely good.

The next sign that something is very wrong is the fact that across the room, sitting at a comically small desk, is Wriothesley. A stack of paperwork rests on the desk, but it's clear that none of it has been done. No, the Duke has been distracted all morning, busy staring at your beautiful face like an artist stares at their masterpiece.

Oh, how terrible he feels when you shriek and cry and curse and yell, when your sun-scorching anger turns to liquid moonlight leaking from your eyes, when you stare at him like he is a monster. Cracks begin to spiderweb all over his fragile heart.

Time heals all wounds, he thinks. Of course, he knows better than to just leave you alone. Not only are you a criminal, but your entire life has been turned upside down. So, Wriothesley rarely leaves you in these initial weeks, electing to do his paperwork at that small desk, keeping careful watch over you.

He tries. He tries so, so hard, putting every ounce of his love for you in everything he does. Every meal he brings you is held to the highest standards, and if you don't like something, Wriothesley ensures you won't be brought it again. If you ask him to leave your room, he obliges, letting you upstairs to the main office or to his own bedroom. He asks you if you want anything brought to you: books, newspapers, letters from your family, games, anything—except your freedom, of course.

Fall in love with him, Wriothesley pleads. He can be a gentle lover, and treat you like royalty, or divinity, even. All he wants are warm words of kindness, the impression of your lips on his own, a soothing presence to hold on those sleepless nights, and you to be his, completely and utterly.

[vash-yuu]

MASTERLIST

{{ Genshin Impact }}

Neuvillette

— please don't cry hydro dragon! —

— protect the queen! —

Lyney

— be mine, won't you? —

Wriothesley

— touch grass, bitch —

— unwind —

— you and your weirdness —

— sticker me up —

Alhaitham

— comments —

— the life to my death —

{{ Honkai: Star Rail }}

Argenti

— oh god my ears —

{{ Non-Fandom oneshots }}

Yandere assassin x reader

— almost dead but not quite —

Yandere servant! Kurami

— forever my god —

Yandere vampire! Blackwin

— no one but you —

{{ Art }}

— ado —

— leona —

— rafayel —

— luka —

The author is still working on more....please be patient

[yandere-wishes]

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୨୧ Genie. Female. Persian. Capricorn. Stardust With a Heartbeat.

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪ׅ ۫ Currently In love with Transformers and Genshin Impact

⍣ Masterlists. Fandoms. Rules/Askbox. Videos.

[2-dsimp]

Popular choice✨

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—> (Caution: Ask about the interrogation procedure)

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Player stats window [Currently Closed]

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Main mission: Escape the pocket dimension!

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1st objective: Infiltrate the yokai

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—> Sub-objective: <SuRvIvE the Judge>

{CLEAR conditions:Prove that you’re not a threat}

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Current location: [Fontaine] {Warden’s office}

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<Neuvillette <The Hydro Dragon>

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[Relationship: Strangers]

Affection lvl: 50 [His affection increased by +5 levels due to your attentiveness to the situation at hand]

Suspicion lvl: 10/30 {His suspicion remains at a standstill until the interrogation begins.}

Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (you’ve yet to reach the requirements to have him become your admirer!)

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<Wriothesley <The ??? Warden>

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[Relationship: Strangers]

Yokai type: ??? (Currently Undiscovered)

Affection lvl: 55 [His affection increased by +5 levels due to your ability to stay calm and ask relevant questions]

Suspicion lvl: 30/50 {His suspicion remains at a standstill until the interrogation begins.}

Envy/Insanity: 🔒 (you’ve yet to reach the requirements to have him become your admirer!)

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The hydro dragon and the Warden both continue to stare you down in a relatively passive manner seeing that so far you’ve been nothing but cooperative despite the abrupt situation they’ve put you in. And they happen to be viewing you in a somewhat good light. However, They’re still on guard due to the ongoing case involving the human realm.

<WARNING>

Neuvillette gave you another opportunity to ask about any inquiries you may have!

Keep in mind this will be your last chance to ask anything you’d wanna know before the interrogation begins!

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—> {Inquire: Ask about how they view humans}

—> (Caution continuation: Ask in depth about the temporary surveillance)

—> {Silence: Say you’ve got no questions}

—> [Inquire: Ask about the shifters]

—> <Kitsune trait: Try to charm them subliminally> [Choose one target]

<Charm Wriothesley>

<Charm Neuvillette>

(80% chance rate for both)

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Player inquiries

[yannights]

Thoughts

Am I the only one surprised about the lack of Yandere Wriothesley content?

Upon his first appearance in the "Ouverture", i was deeply excited to see his full appearance, and when the drip marketing arrived I was bouncing off the walls.

I had always been a fan of Yandere content with the Genshin men, like Childe, Diluc and even Alhaitham, but i had finished most of the fics concerning these particular characters and upon laying eyes on Wriothesley, i knew that he would be added to my favourites. I couldn't bare a day without looking forward for the version 4.1 and meet the character and all the stories following with him.

However, despite the amazing fics out there, I was surprised to not see as many as I expected, because most of the fics leaned towards the "smutty nfws" side of things, and while that may please a lot of people, I thought it was kind of sad.

I think it is a missed opportunity, he has the prison, the isolation, the handcuffs and a unique personality setting him quite apart to the yandere genre.

This ultimately made me one of the people who sent out the most requests for Yandere Wriothesley. While I didn't force I did hint with a sledge hammer that he is indeed quite the interesting character in that kind of setting. Upon having a lack of it now this also pushed me to become a writer here so I guess you could say it's good somehow for me right.

I understand that portraying him like this is quite off upon further inspection on his personality. If he were to be real he would never do such things, but goes the same for the other characters and I find Yandere genre being like a AU, so that the way he acts in those kind of things is entirely up to the writers. (I'm also noticing quite the lack of genshin yandere lately so yes, you could say I'm also growing a little desperate myself.)

You guys cannot imagine how much I thank all the people who have created fics on Yandere Wriothesley. There are so many good, that I recommend and I think Yandere Genshin writers a should give him a try even if it's short. There are so many things about the character himself that digs deeper than the ocean.

I'm not forcing anybody to write about him just for my entertainment, if people want to write about him they do, and if they don't then that's fine too but it was just to say that I was actually quite surprised to see that not many people wrote about him. Even though he has quite the audience I still actually think he's quite underrated.

So yeah hope you enjoyed

(Also, he is sooooooooo handsome )

[soapssuds]

Yandere ! Wriothesley x Nurse ! Reader

Summary | In which you help Sigewinne in the infirmary, and Wriothesley gets himself hurt just to see you.

request | @mitsumina12345

Ten times. You counted ten times that Wriothesley came into the infirmary that week while you were working.

It was always a cut on the cheek, or a bruise on his ribcage, or even a papercut he got from sorting through documents.

Whatever it was, he never failed to come to you, and you, of course, told Sigewinne about this, but she told you that Wriothesley hasn't come to see her once.

Wait. Make that eleven times.

"Your Grace, I see your back here again," you said as you stood next to him. He was already sitting down and waiting for you when you had come back from your lunch break.

"Sorry about that," he said with a chuckle.

You shook your head, "it's alright. Where are you hurt this time? Hopefully its not because of fight, yes?"

"Actually, I'm not hurt this time... I'm here because of something else?"

"Oh?"

"You told Sigewinne that one of the inmates here has been harassing you. I would like you to point them out to me."

You denied this quickly, "no, no Your Grace, you don't have to worry about this. Besides, he hasn't bothered me in a few days, so..."

Wriothesley stood up from the table, "maybe he's waiting for you to let your guard down. Believe it or not, some of these inmates were brought in here for murder, y/n."

You bit the inside of your cheek as you looked away from him, "it... it was the man that was brought down here a few weeks ago for... for stalking charges."

Wriothesley knew who you were talking about and he couldn't help but feel how the situation was a little ironic. Because he was doing the exact same thing to you. He knew your schedule inside and out. He knew what you liked best at the cafeteria and made sure you would always get the food you desired most. He knew what made you happy, sad, angry, and he knew what made you curious and scared too.

In retrospect, he should be charged for the same thing. But ... well, he was already in Meropide anyway, so in his eyes it didn't matter. Besides, he saw it as a way of protecting you. Better him than some creep, right?

"Him, huh? Well, don't worry, I'll take care of him."

Before he left, however, you grabbed onto his arm, "thank you, Wriothesley."

Your voice came out meeker than you had intended as you stood on your tippy toes and placed a small kiss against his cheek. The action causing his heart to skip a beat.

That was also the first time you said his name.

All in all, you never did hear anything about that man who had been stalking you. Though, you did notice how Wriothesley became a constant presence in your life there after. Even when your time as a nurse in the Fortress was supposed to be over, you found that you couldn't leave as you were permanently assigned as a nurse there.

But that's ok. Right? I mean, it's not like you'll find anyone better to stick close to than Wriothesley.