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[honoriotsusuki]

❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐓'𝐂𝐇𝐀 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐀 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 ❝

𝐀𝐋𝐂𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐓

COULD BE READ AS PLATONIC OR ROMANTIC|| NB!READER

WARNINGS: talk of drinking and alcohol, swearing, implications of murder/ violence, ragbros

🕊 Ah, Mondstadt. Nation of freedom and wine. Can't forget wine

🕊So, with all that alcohol who reigns Supreme as the most immune to its hilarious effects?

🕊Well. Let's see.

𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀

💫 Honestly she would be higher if she actually had the money to afford a drink in the first place.

💫but since she never gets the chance, the few times people pay for her bill she passes out after a drop

💫You take her out to a bar, prepare to haul her back to her cheap apartment

𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐍

🌼 Jean doesn't drink, not alcohol at least.

🌼She drinks like eighteen espressos per day to keep her awake after pulling another all-nighter, but she doesn't like alcahol

🌼Since she doesn't spend much time with Barbara she doesn't want the few times they can spend together to be her drunk.

🌼So yeah. When she does have alcohol she is out like a light. Will straight up just fall over like she died.

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐔𝐂

🍷 He will never admit he's a lightweight. Ever.

🍷sure he hates alcohol and its taste but he's too embarrassed to admit he can't stomach it.

🍷Kaeya makes fun of him. Alot.

🍷which is rich coming from Kaeya since he's a sad drunk and just starts crying and apologizing to Diluc when he's drunk.

🍷yeah it gets real awkward.

🍷but let's just say he did get drunk. He gets...happy? Like he breaks into fits of giggles.

🍷It is genuinely unsettling.

𝐀𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐃𝐎

🧪Ah chalk boy.

🧪He's not that bad tbh

🧪Like it takes maybe three glasses to knock him out

🧪He's a weird drunk.

🧪Like oddly honest.

🧪He will speak his mind when he's drunk no matter how uncalled for those thoughts are

🧪So yeah, avoid him if he's drunk. Unless you have an unbreakably high self-esteem, it's for your own good.

𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑

🐰Il be perfectly honest I don't know much about Amber's character so I just put her as the middle.

🐰But what from I can gather she would be a happy and loud drunk

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈

🪈you might be surprised to see him this high and I don't blame you-

🪈Like we see this fucker drunk constantly!

🪈but in my mind heactually has an above average tolerance.

🪈he's just drunk. Alot.

🪈Also, he's another sad drunk. But he has to get really drunk to become sad. If he's not absurdly drunk, he's just absurdly clumsy and loud

𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐀

🔮This woman doesn't drink much

🔮but she is a menace when it comes to appearances

🔮you'd think at first glance she's a lightweight but no.

🔮she can down whiskey like it's no problem

🔮Also she doesn't really change when she's drunk

🔮just a bit more tired.

𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐀

❄️Okay so we already talked a bit about Kaeya in Dilucs section.

❄️This fucker can down so much alcohol that his blood content is more wine than water.

❄️He's such a prick about it too.

❄️if you are a lightweight he will rub it in your face that he can drink you under the table.

❄️But when all is said and done and he gets drunk shit gets sad.

❄️He just starts crying- and apologizing to everyone.

❄️like mostly Diluc but he will apologize for everything he can. It's just sad.

❄️nobody tells him he gets like this because they're sorta scared of dealing with the aftermath of telling Kaeya he's trauma dumped on an entire bar at least four times

𝐄𝐔𝐋𝐀

⚔️THIS WOMAN CAN DOWN SO MUCH BEER

⚔️like it's scary how immune to alcohol she is.

⚔️she doesn't even drink that much. She just has this natural alcohol immunity.

⚔️Nobody has ever seen her drunk.

⚔️well, some treasure hordes did. But they didn't lice to tell the tale.

𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐀

✝️ We all knew this was coming

✝️ Homrgirl could drink god under a table

✝️I mean, she technically did with Venti, but that's not what I mean

✝️ She might as well be drinking water.

✝️girl drinks hard-core vodka too.

✝️Rosaria is scary. But in a hot way.

@𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

[honoriotsusuki]

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio’s spouse winds up in prison. special treatment ensues.

[cws] gender neutral reader. fluff.

“What you did was incredibly stupid.”

“I’d like to think it was very brave, actually.” You quip back, lips pursed as you turn up your chin. “You should be proud of me, really.”

“I should be proud that you got yourself thrown in prison?” You don’t have to look up to know that Wriothesley is sporting an incredulous expression. “Did they knock your head around a bit before bringing you down here?”

“You’re acting like I murdered someone.” You finally meet his gaze, and you resist the urge to sink down into your seat at the clear disapproval in his eyes. “All I did was—”

“Break into the Opera Epiclese and destroy government property.”

“That’s such a trumped-up charge!” You huff and roughly cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowing as you think back on the charges that had been slapped down onto you by that damned archon. “You trip in the dark and accidentally fall into the oratrice and all of a sudden you’re a criminal. Hmph!”

“Yeah, exactly. It also doesn’t help that you broke in—”

“—I left my bracelet in there after the trial! Was I just supposed to leave it behind and potentially lose it forever? The condition of the lost and found in that place is downright terrible—the guards pocket all the good stuff.”

“You could have bought another one.”

“Not like this one.” You look down to the gray bracelet encircling your wrist, and a warmth spreads in your chest as you gently twist it around, finger rubbing over the messily written engraving on the inside of it. “This was a gift.”

“Hardly.” He sighs, and your eyes flick up to watch as he runs his hands through his already messy hair. “It’s just scrap metal I bent up and welded because I couldn’t buy you proper jewelry back when I was a prisoner.” It’s his turn to look at the bracelet.

“You were so creative back then.” You smile a bit wider. “I remember you used to have something new made every time I came to visit you. What was that one thing you made? The one that we painted together?”

“The ballerina music box.” He groaned, looking a bit embarrassed, and you snapped your fingers.

“The ballerina music box!” The ballerina was a bit oddly shaped, and the box had sharp corners on one side and rounded on the other, and the song the box played was distorted and sounded more creepy than relaxing due to some disfigured cogs, but you loved it nonetheless, and had even sobbed in thanks when he had first presented the gift to you. “I love that little box.”

“It looks like a child made it.”

“A child in the throes of eleazar, yes,” you nod, and his mouth opens a bit in surprise before he huffs out a laugh. “But I still love it… because you made it.” You give him a sweet smile, and you can see him soften up before your very own eyes; broad shoulders losing that rigidness, lids lowering, crease between his dark, thick brows disappearing.

“You’re tryin’ to butter me up.”

“Mhm,” you nod. “Is it working?”

“Not at all, jailbird.” He gives you a smile of his own, and despite the clear sarcasm in it, you can’t help the little flutter your heart does at the sight. “No special treatment for you.” So he says, yet he had placed a cup of tea down for you the moment you were brought to his office, and had even tried to inconspicuously nudge the basket of cookies in your direction, pretending not to notice when you reached for one. “Spouse or not.”

“What a mean man.” You slouch down in your seat. “I treasure the gifts that my lovely, amazing, strong, handsome, and so so so incredibly smart husband gives me and what do I get in return? A criminal record and unfair treatment! I’m suing the entire nation the moment I’m free!”

“Yeah, yeah,” he waves his hand in the air as if fanning away the conversation, and now it’s your turn to huff. “For the few days that you’re here, you’ll be working directly with me in exchange for coupons.” He takes a slow sip of his tea, adams apple bobbing as he swallows, before gently setting the cup back down onto its small plate. “I’ll make your first job real easy to get you in the swing of things.”

“How kind of you.”

He just barely contains an amused smile. “Very. Now…” He shifts in his seat. “Give me a kiss.”

“I’m married, Your Grace.”

“I’m sure your husband won’t mind. Kiss. Now.” He taps a finger against his lips, and after a moment you stand up and round his desk, hands finding his shoulders as you bend at the waist so your noses brush.

“My husband is a very good fighter, by the way. When he finds out you twisted his spouses’s arm like this, he’ll pummel you.”

“I can handle him.” A hand snags you by the waist, forcing you down into his lap, and you only have time to let out a quiet yelp before Wriothesley’s lips are on yours. The kiss is slow, sensual, and it brings a warmth to your cheeks and covers you with a bashful cloak when he pulls back to let his eyes roam over your face. “I’ve gotta say… your husband is a real lucky guy to snatch up someone as cute as you.”

“Hmph. Seems like you’re trying to butter me up now.”

“Is it working?” He presses his face into your neck, his lips pulling into a smile against your skin, and you have to fight back one of your own.

“Not at all, jailbird.”

[honoriotsusuki]

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.

[honoriotsusuki]

||𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬|| FEM!READER

WARNINGS:N/A

🥮Wriothesely is ridiculously sweet, like a teasing sweet.

🥮depending on your job PDA will vary.

🥮If you're around the fortress all the time you at most give eachother pecks on the cheek in public

🥮Id your job keeps you away from the fortress you are going to be alot more lovey dovey since you want to embrace every second you have together.

🥮Of course Sigewinne is the adopted daughter, is that even a question at this point?

🥮You are gonna have to tend to alot of wounds.

🥮If you're a fighter as well then you two spar eachother alot, obviously you take precautions so neither gets hurt.

🥮I imagine Wriothesley would put on the record player occasionally and you two just dance around the room

🥮Honestly I get such "ain't no mountain high enough" vibes from him, like you cannot tell me this man would twirl you around the room while dancing to that.

🥮Teasing, like this man's love language is just teasing the ever loving shit out of you

🥮I can picture him letting you make tiny braids in his hair that fall near the back, like if you're bored he just let's you go at his hair.

🥮laughing with him as he takes stickers off his gauntlets that you helped Sigewinne put on

@𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈

[honoriotsusuki]

<𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐖𝐁𝐎𝐘> 𝐏𝐓 𝟏

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐣𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝|| 𝐁𝐒𝐃 𝐟𝐢𝐜||

𝐘/𝐍 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐑||𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 14|

𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘: 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋

Her ability allows her to dial things forwards and backward in any process, which includes gravity, inertia, the cycle of the sun, and even a person's lifespan. She can also imbue her ability into an object like bullets or projectiles.

☀️Usually, when one discovers their ability its a happy memory. Celebration or panic, excitement, maybe.

☀️But unfortunately, for Y/N, she didn't get that privilege.

☀️She didn't even know her ability appeared. And when she realised it had it was too late.

☀️She accidently sped up time on her own mother, watching her decay to bone and dust in front of her very eyes.

☀️ Sitting in the rubble of her former home, cradling her mother's skeleton as she quietly weeped. It wasn't fair...

☀️She felt someone touch her shoulder, making her shoot back and glare at the mysterious stranger

☀️To her suprise, it was a normal looking man and a little girl. Granted, the man did look a bit odd, his smile a bit too wide and his eyes slightly sunken.

☀️The man introduced himself as Mori Ougai. The head of the port Mafia.

☀️Y/N highly doubted this. After all, she lived in a poor area, and she knew enough about the port mafia. And she knew that their leader was practically a bag of bones.

☀️The man then calmly explained how the previous leader had passed in his sleep and had relinquished his title to Mori

☀️Y/N didn't believe him for one second. No Mafia boss would give his title to his doctor. He killed him. And she told him that.

☀️Mori was amused, the child had no sense of danger or fear. That could be useful

☀️So Mori proposed a deal

☀️in exchange for her joining the port Mafia, they would give her shelter, food, and support. All she had to do was follow their orders.

☀️Y/N knew better than to trust strangers, but at this point, she didn't have much of a choice...

☀️She accepted his offer. A literal fourteen year old girl joining a mafia.

☀️Now you might be thinking, why would Mori literally invite a kid he knows nothing about and has no reason to care for.

☀️well, number one, plot convenience

☀️But more importantly, you dont find an average everyday kid cradling their mothers Skelton in a wrecked house.

☀️Mori wasn't sure what the girls ability was yet, but it was something powerful enough to cause mass destruction. And that was enough for him

☀️and so began the ridiculous adventures of a cowboy obsessed girl. Who is way too overpowered for her own good.

||𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝟏||@𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈||

I hope yo6 enjoyed this lol. This is a bit out of my comfort zone but I wanted to give it a try.

Sorry for any mistakes regarding the BSD lore. im a newcomer to the show and still catching up. Tell me if you want more of this and have a good day/evening/night!

[honoriotsusuki]

this. Now, this is quality fluff.

— oh and by the way im married (zhongli) .

synopsis !! zhongli neglects to inform his friends that he's married.

contains !! they/them reader but referred to as wife, comedic dialogue

Z H O N G L I

Perhaps it's the fact that you've been married for centuries that informing others didn't seem to be a priority for Zhongli.

It wasn't obvious either. He had his day job and you had yours. To regular couples, the amount of distance you two spend would be a little strange, but time is something you have in abundance so it didn't really matter when you spend a few days apart doing your day jobs.

It was Hutao who brought it up the on the evening's Lantern Rite dinner.

"Aiyaya, it seems like everybody alive and dead has a date for this year's lantern rite."

"Hahaha! And here we are celebrating a feast with new and old friends. It doesn't sound like much of a loss to me." Venti laugjs, pouring himself a drink that threatens to overflow from his hand.

"I'm not saying it's a loss, I'm simply wondering wouldn't some of you want to spend the night with a special someone?" She smirks, eyes scanning the group. Chongyun coughs into his cup as Xiao averts his gaze from the troublemaker.

"If you're asking for my opinion, I'd say everyone here is quite special to me," Lumine smiles warmly before glancing at the two archons and yaksha, "I'm sure there's still time for dating in the future. We're not that old."

"Well. . ." Hutao turns to Zhongli. He raises a brow, placing down his cup.

"May I ask why you're staring at me, Director Hu?"

"No reason~ It's just, as your boss, of course I'm a little bit concerned. Aren't you wasting your youth by not going out on dates, mister Zhongli? I'm sure there's a line of Liyuens who would love to–"

A burst of laughter comes from the green bard. "Oh, him? On a Lantern Rite date with someone else? (Name) would surely kill him."

"(Name)?" Everyone questions.

"Huh? He didn't tell you?" Venti tilts his head.

Zhongli coughs, "Ah. . . Please don't be concerned about my dating life, Director Hu. After all, I am already married."

Silence.

A cup drops.

Tea spills (literally).

Then,

"Married?!" The restaurant shakes as Hutao and Lumine jolt upright, hands slamming the table.

"Married." Zhongli confirms.

"What! For how long? When? What's their name? Why have you never–"

Zhongli hushes, trying to calm his boss from jumping over the table. His face dusts a light pink, perhaps embarrassed by the whole ordeal.

"For a few. . . years now. As you know, they're (Name). And as for why I never mentioned my wife. . ." He glances at the crowd, ". . . I simply forgot."

"You. . . forgot," Xingqiu slowly repeats.

"Yes, it seems I've forgotten to inform everyone. Then again, is it not obvious that I'm a married man?"

Chongyun covers his face in his hands, processing the whole ordeal, "Thinking back. . . mister Zhongli always had a domestic kind of aura. It seems so obvious now."

"Wait, wait, wait! How come I didn't know about this? We work together almost everyday! And why does Venti know! Didn't you two just met! Do you even have a ring?" Hutao interjects, flabbergasted as Zhongli and Venti freezes.

In truth, he does have a ring. One he carved himself made of only the most precious of jade and metal. It has rested under his glove for centuries—

Under his glove also hides his draconic arms, golden veins against dark brown, almost scale-like skin. Proof of a entity greater than human.

"Ehe. . . about that," Venti nervously looks away, "I've actually. . . met his wife before!" He covers up, voice laced with enthusiasm.

"Yes, yes, my wife is quite fond of Mondstadt's songs. They've frequently visited the nation before."

"And you don't come along?" Xiangling asks.

"I don't."

The group blinks.

"And what about the ring? I never see you wear a wedding ring." Hutao narrows her eyes.

"That's because I don't wear it." He answers bluntly.

". . . and you never introduced them to us because. . .?" Lumine questions.

"Because . . . I haven't had the time to?"

Hutao rests back on her chair, her eyes glazed in judgment, "No offense mister Zhongli, but you seem like a terrible husband. If you don't get your act straight, I'd say your marriage won't last."

His jaw drops. Venti laughs.

|| ko-fi support / character m.list ||

~ bonus ~

"Darling, am I a terrible husband?"

"No? What makes you think that?"

"No reason. Although I believe we should try dating publicly."

tumblr has been deleting my last paragraphs why

//for some reason tumblr has been deleting my last lines in drafts so i have to type this so my last sentences wont get deleted

"No reason. But perhaps it's about time I show you off to the public more."

ko-fi support | character m.list

[honoriotsusuki]

We love ourselves some marital affairs

Madame Neuvillette Masterlist

The young and vivacious Madame Neuvillette, who shied away from Fontainian society for far too long, enters the world of scandalous affairs and open secrets as she tries to mediate her brother's failing marriage. Only, she finds herself in the midst of perhaps the biggest scandal high society has ever had the pleasure of seeing- with none other than the Duke of Meropide himself.

Pairing: Wriothesley x fem!reader, Neuvillette x fem!reader

Tags: mature and suggestive themes, anna karenina au, infidelity, toxic relationships, established relationships, age difference, tags will be added as the fic is updated

Author's note: as mentioned, it is an anna karenina inspired story. Meaning there will be time period-accurate violence and actions (smoking, some misogyny, etc.) Set in Teyvat, just without the visions and its the 1800s. Mostly follows Anna's storyline, not really Konstantin's. I can't promise frequent updates so bear with me. Everything is listed is subject to change, and things will be added as the story progresses: both tags and characters.

Cast of Characters

Reader, the protagonist of the story married to Neuvillette. Younger than him and quite charismatic, yet impulsive.

Neuvillette, the chief justice of Fontaine and a busy, yet loving family man. Is well-respected for his impartiality.

Wriothesley, the dashing Duke of Meropide who has just returned from his station in Chenyu Vale. Marchioness Clorinde's cousin and is courting Navia.

Ajax, a baron and the reader's brother whose marriage is falling apart because of his infidelity. Married to Navia's sister.

Navia, a young aristocrat who is promised to Wriothesley. Reader's sister-in-law, both are quite close to each other.

Clorinde, Marchioness de Champion. Cousins with Wriothesley, and knows him better than anyone else.

Sigewinne, reader and Neuvillette's teenage daughter. Is spoiled rotten by both parents, though mostly by her mother.

Chapters

❥Part One: Decadent Collision

Taglist: feel free to ask! @wriosmilk

[honoriotsusuki]

cw: suggestive content

“the fortress of meropide takes full responsibility for the beret society incident,” wriothesley states, heaving a sigh. “it was…an unfortunate oversight on my part.”

“it’s not entirely your fault,” clorinde tells him. “don’t be so hard on yourself.”

“thanks,” he grins, slightly surprised by her attempt at comforting him. “never thought i’d see the day—”

“don’t push it.” 

“come on, just admit that we’re best friends!” 

neuvillette clears his throat, like a parent would before lecturing a child. “what steps have you taken on behalf of those affected? many families of the victims have written to my office, requesting indemnification. it’s been explained that the court of fontaine holds no jurisdiction over the fortress. the matter falls into the hands of the warden.”

“i’ve moved some funds around to properly compensate everyone who was affected.” he answers, handing over a report outlining the details. “i’ve also compensated the doctor you sent to the fortress quite generously, as she’s taken on the responsibility of overseeing their continued care.” 

neuvillette chuckles quietly as he reads the report. “is ‘compensate’ new slang for 'intercourse?'”

one beat of silence. then two. clorinde snickers behind her teacup. wriothesley briefly considers swan-diving into the primordial sea. 

“why— why would you ask that?” he sputters instead.

the chief justice simply continues on reading, oblivious to the scandalized reaction of his companions. “oh, calm yourself, your grace. i was merely jesting, no need for anyone to be embarrassed.”

“yeah, if you’re him,” clorinde scoffs, jerking her thumb in his direction. “but if you’re the doctor in this situation…” 

“okay, your best friend status has officially been revoked. and you, chief justice! since when do you jest?”

“since it’s come to my attention that you both hold great affection for one another. sigewinne corresponds quite frequently with the other melusines here at palais mermonia. we know all about you and the doctor’s whispers of desire.”

clorinde chokes on the pastry she’s eating as wriothesley rises abruptly, his face suddenly hot. he swears the tea they’d been sharing is laced with something. “okay, you have my report, this meeting is over.” 

_____

“i got bullied by the chief justice and a champion duelist today,” your boyfriend pouts as he joins you in bed.

you bite back a smile as he pushes his head against your chest, snuggling contentedly against the silk of your chemise. 

“i’m having a hard time believing monsieur neuvillette would do such a thing.”

he releases a long, dramatic sigh as your fingers scratch lightly at his scalp. “can you do me a favour and tell him, in explicit detail, just how well i’m ‘compensating’ you?”

wriothesley yelps when you pinch the shell of his ear. “oh, hush,” you laugh, kissing the top of his head. 

not one to be outdone, the duke sits up, effortlessly trapping you beneath him and nosing at the column of your neck. you shudder as his teeth graze your ear in retaliation, your hand gripping the soft strands of hair at the base of his neck. 

“wait,” you gasp as you feel his lips form the beginning of what you know will be a very visible hickey tomorrow. “do you hear that?”

your boyfriend draws back to look down at you, concerned. “hear what?”

“it sounds like…a whisper of desire.”

“hey!”

[honoriotsusuki]

RAAAHHHH ♥️♥️♥️ ( I love the way this is written)

3AM ; ex!wriothesley x fem!reader

(´• ω •`) | modern au where wriothesley is drunk. and your ex. so why is he at your dorm at 3AM?

skincare, cuddles, fluff, angst if you squint

clorinde 2:56 AM: back together with wriothesley already?

clorinde 2:56 AM: that was fast

you 2:57 AM: WDYM???!??!?!?!? im so over him

you 2:57 AM: why? 

clorinde is typing… 

you 2:58 AM: don’t tell me… he’s at the door again?

clorinde 3:00 AM: yep. said he’s here for his girlfriend

you 3:01 AM: DONT LET HIM IN

clorinde reacted with Whoops!

you 3:02 AM: tell him im almost home…

wriothesley is drunk. he’s slumped on your pink fuzzy toilet cover, eyes fluttering closed as you lean in the bathroom doorway. 

“didn’t we break up?” you ask, laughing at the way he perks up at your voice, his hands encircling your waist as you step in between his legs. 

“somethin’ like that,” he slurs, fingers curling around your waist, “but you always do my skincare before bed.”

you brush his hair out of his eyes, pinning his bangs back with a sparkly kuromi clip, ignoring the way he melts into your touch. you bite your lip and sigh as you wipe his face with a damp washcloth. his pretty blue eyes bore into yours as he scans your features. 

“haven’t seen you in a week. why didn’t you respond to my texts?” he asks, cocking his head.

“hold still, wriothesl-”

“wrio.” he interrupts, grip tightening around your waist. “it’s wrio to you.”

you laugh, tilting his chin up, nails grazing against his neck as he complains about ‘those damn acrylics’. 

“okay, wrio,” you smile, rubbing essence into his t-zone. “isn’t that a nickname reserved for girlfriends only?” 

a beat of silence. he looks confused. “you are my girlfriend?”

you tap his bottom lip and he puckers them obediently, eyebrows furrowed as you apply a thin coat of cherry chapstick. “nope,” you say, patting his cheeks. “you broke up with me last week.”

“why would i ever break up with you?” he asks incredulously, wincing as you apply cool lotion on his eye bags. they look darker than usual, you note, gentle with your touch as your fingers linger. 

“something about me distracting you from school,” you say. “you said you were too in love with me.” 

“i would never-” 

“listen, wrio,” you sigh, a finger on his lips as you silence him. “i don’t know. maybe you need some time away from me.”

wriothesley bites at your finger in retaliation and you yelp in surprise. 

“ow! motherfucker,” you mutter, flicking his chin. “some ex you are.” 

wriothesley ignores you, standing up from his position on your pink toilet. he’s sobered up now. “boyfriend,” he corrects, towering over you as you squint up at him. 

“you broke up with me.”

he bends down to press his forehead to the crevice of your neck, mumbling into your chest. “then will you be my girlfriend?” 

“you’re drunk.” you reply, hands reaching up to play with his hair. “we’ll talk about this tomorrow, wriothesley.”

“it’s wrio,” he whines again. “be my girlfriend.” 

“tomorrow,” you sigh, shuffling the two of you over to your twin bed. “we’ll talk tomorrow.” 

“will you say yes tomorrow?” he asks, curling into your side as you crawl under the blankets. 

“maybe.” you mutter. 

“not sleeping until you say yes.” 

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “okay. sure. yes.” 

he’s out like a light, snores light as you sigh into his hair. it’s not long until your eyes flutter shut as well. 

clorinde 10:08 AM : One Attachment

clorinde 10:09 AM : cute

clorinde 10:09 AM: back together?

you 10:10 AM: yep…

[honoriotsusuki]

Dorky love is the best kind of love

after-shower hair-care | boyfriend!wriothesley x fem!reader

wriothesley blowdries your hair after you take a shower. (he's hopelessly in love with you).

(´• ω •`) ♡ the only fem pronoun in here is 'ma'am' <3

you sit between wriothesley’s knees, head slumping into his lap as he cards his fingers through your hair. the blow dryer is warm and so are his hands as he dries the damp strands, fingers gentle as he massages oil onto your scalp. you’re drifting in and out of sleep, stirring slightly when you feel his hands move to caress the curve of your cheek. 

“my turn, babe.”

you shuffle, turning to face him, vaguely noticing that he’s tied your hair up in a claw clip. 

“wrio…” you mumble, pressing your cheek against his thigh. “m’ tired. later.”

“nuh-uh,” he says, eyebrow raised. “i want my hair done too.” 

you wrap your arms around his waist, eyes shut. he smells like your peach body wash. 

“but you’re so comfy.” 

you can’t see the smile on wriothesley’s lips as he puts his arms on each of your shoulders and shakes. 

“wriothesley!” you exclaim, his laugh contagious as you brace your hands on his knees. slightly dizzy, you look up at him as his body shakes from laughter, eyes gleaming. his hair is still damp from the shower, a towel around his neck as he holds a blow dryer in his hands. it doesn’t help that he’s not wearing a shirt, either. “you-” 

a blast of hot air in your face. your mouth drops as wriothesley turns the blow dryer on max, turning the heat down after he remembers your complaints about how hot the blow dryer gets. 

“don’t go falling asleep on me, pretty.” he says, tilting your chin up. “or i’ll blow dry your cute face.”

“wrio-” 

he cuts your words off with his lips, ever so gentle as he kisses your complaints away. he pulls away and your dizziness is back. 

“i’m gonna get you back.” you pout, getting up to trade places with him on the bed. “i’ll show you what these fists taste like.” 

“yes, ma'am.” wriothesley salutes. you groan. 

“oh god.” you look down at him as he sits on the carpet between your legs, his legs crossed lazily as he bats his eyelashes up at you. he hands you the blow dryer. “you were into that, weren’t you!” 

“i’m into you.” wriothesley corrects. he’s incredibly smug. you hide behind your palm as you blush, biting the inside of your cheek as his hands gently remove any obstructions from your face. “let me see your pret-”

you turn the blow dryer on max. 

“oh, i like you.” wriothesley says in between his laughter, turning so that you can focus your attention on his hair. “love you, actually.” he corrects. 

“love you too.” you say, ruffling the black and gray strands of his hair. he places a kiss on your knee. you pause before kissing the crown of his head. 

you continue blow drying his hair, towling the strands occasionally. wriothesley’s thankful you’re so focused on his hair that you don’t notice how warm his face has gotten, nor his crimson red cheeks as he blushes into his palm.

[honoriotsusuki]

I have cat reader brainrot.

Just fucking imagine Alhaitham having to fight his urges to touch your fluffy ears and tail as you take a tired cat nap. Or you hate your sneezes because they make you sound immature while he relishes in every small sneeze. He obviously never shows his adoration in obvious ways. Simple nods and occasional kisses.

I can imagine Cyno messing with you by placing a cucumber on the floor, and you're just bundled up in the corner in fear. Imagine walking in on that.

Also, having a sensitive sense of smell leads to you literally refusing to be anywhere near him after he's used his vision. The dendro particles never cease to make you sneeze.

@𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐊𝐈

[honoriotsusuki]

If Wriothesely was a gacha song he would be hard boy. You know I'm right.

[honoriotsusuki]

𝐃𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝!𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐳𝐞𝐥!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

☀️OKAY. So in the last part I left the ending ambiguous and hinted at reader being rescued.

☀️That's because they do (sort of)

☀️So the reader is eighteen now, years have passed and they stay in the tower. Still stuck in the same sheltered mindset after all these years.

☀️They painted on the walls one afternoon, Dottore was off on another one of his "business trips" and they attempted to busy themselves.

☀️About midway through their painting session they heard an odd noise, like a rushing windstorm.

���️ They immediately panic since they haven't dealt with an intruder since they were like eight.

☀️ Reader panics, frantically looking around for anything to defend themselves and their eyes land on a cast-iron pan in the kitchen.

☀️ They grab the pan and rush to a dark area of the tower where they aren't visible. (Well most of them isn't visible, their hair is still everywhere)

☀️Just as they feared a man jumped through the window. Grumbling vague threats and curses as he kicked the wall.

☀️ Reader took a deep breath and ran up behind the figure, slamming the frying pan into the mans head and knocking him out cold.

☀️ There was a moment of silence as reader just stared at the guy.

☀️ They had never seen such an unusual hat... and why was he dressed like that? The outfit was hardly fit for the cold...

☀️ Reader disregards their swirling thoughts and takes to action. Tying the man up in their hair, forcing him into a chair

☀️Reader is still panicking as the man wakes up with a splitting headache

"Ugh..." Wanderer could feel his head aching as his eyes slowly started to open. Archons...what happened?

His vision was blurry, but out of the corner of his eye he could spot a pacing figure murmuring to themselves.

His head quickly sprung up realizing the reality of the situation he was in. The blonde haired stranger jolted, suddenly facing him and holding out a- is that a frying pan???

Wanderer couldn't believe his eyes. This, this was the person that their entire plan was riding on? Some scrawny long haired blonde?!

The blondes breaths were heavy as they stared at Wanderer.

"Im going to give you to the count of three to tell me who you are..."

PART 1

YOOOO PART 2!!! I got motivation and an idea sooooo ye. I'm not sure if I'm making a part three but if there are enough requests than maybe ฅ^._.^ฅ

[honoriotsusuki]

a/n: Adding on to highschool delulu Gojo based off a tiktok I saw

After a tiring day of exorcising curses, you, Gojo, Geto, and Shoko are on the train back to Jujutsu Tech. All of you are exhausted and are sitting in comfortable silence side by side.

Gojo's on your right, seated at the very end of the seats with you beside him; Shoko is on your left, followed by Geto. Gojo and Shoko are on their phones while you and Geto are asleep. When the train comes to a halt, your head sways a bit before laying on Shoko's shoulder, and soon after, a flood of passengers board the train. Mostly students and adults who are just done with club activities or work.

Gojo sees your head laying comfortably on Shoko's shoulder and immediately gets jealous, so he quickly shifts you from her shoulder to his. You wake up a bit, but Gojo quickly pats you with his arm that's slung around you in a comforting manner and tells you in a sweet voice to go back to sleep.

Shoko looks up from her phone and rolls her eyes, telling him how childish he is. Gojo squints his eyes and sticks his tongue out at her before hugging you closer to him and continuing to scroll on his phone.

A group of high schoolers sees this and giggle to themselves at Gojo's behavior. Shoko chuckles to herself and wonders if only they really knew how much more he's truly obsessed with you.

[honoriotsusuki]

YESSSSS I CRAVE FLUFF

++ 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘

[summary] wrio missed his wife, and she missed him just as much. two simps in love.

[cws] fluff. fem reader -> wriothesley’s wife. reader is a mondstadt native. kissing.

Wriothesley’s cup of tea pauses halfway to his mouth as there’s a knock at his office door. His fingers tighten unconsciously around the handle, that incessant throbbing at his temples that had been dying out suddenly tapping into its nth life.

He contemplates ignoring it; pretending he didn’t hear it and indulging in his fresh brew, but he’s never been one to shirk off his work, no matter how inconsequential the task.

He sets the cup down rougher than necessary, and the legs of his chair scrape loudly against the floor as he pushes it back from his desk and stands to his feet. Someone better be dead or on the verge.

It was an unspoken rule that Wriothesley wasn’t to be bothered at this time -a quarter after five until six- because it was official tea time, a very, very important time in his day that let the inhabitants in Meropide see his most agreeable side… although he had heard talk from a few gossipy guards and prisoners that his ‘pissy attitude’ this past month had nothing to do with his interrupted tea times, but rather that his wife had gone back to Mondstadt to visit family.

“You know how he gets when he doesn’t see her after a while—downright scary. I’ve never seen a man look so enraged and distraught at the same time.”

“He put me on pipe restoration duty —don’t laugh, it isn’t funny! Worst job in the whole place, I swear— for the next six months all because my wife dropped by with a bento on my break. Apparently no one can be happy when his missus is away.”

“I caught him staring at her picture the other day, y’know the one he keeps in that chain around his neck, and sighing like some schoolgirl. I nearly thought my daughter had somehow gotten herself arrested and thrown down here when I heard all those lovesick sighs.”

It was all hearsay and speculation, of course. Wriothesley could manage just fine with you away - he was a grown man, a weathered man, a man who could function fully without the company of his wife.

That’s right, he thinks to himself. He’s been doing just fine in your absence, a bit quicker to anger than usual, but with the looming threat of being turned into a big, sopping puddle right below his feet, could you really blame him?

The door is wrenched open, strands of black and gray flying back from where they rested against his forehead due to the strong gust of wind he created.

“What is it now?” He nearly hisses out, but he manages to get a reign on it last minute, the words coming out a bit strained instead. He eyes the guard standing in front of him, their eyes flitting between the crease between his brows and the floor. “Spit it out before I—”

He stops abruptly when he hears a voice that he knows intimately well, and had he possessed any shame when it came publicly displaying the love he harbored for you, he would have been a touch embarrassed at the speed of which his frown smoothed out and the throbbing in his head disappeared, a sparkle in his eyes as his shoulders lose a bit of their tension.

“Oh? He has? Thank you for telling me, Sigewinne. I’ll get right on that.” You come rounding the corner with the small doctor at your side, a knapsack in your hands, and had Wriothesley been any less sane, he would have swore that he could feel the rays of the sunshine beaming down on his skin and fresh air filtering into his lungs when you turned your gaze to him, scornful as it was.

You’re fitted in a dress that’s customary for the women in your homeland to wear, and flowers are weaved into your hair, and the ring on your finger seems to shine a bit brighter.

“Wriothesley.” You march up to him, eyebrows knitted together, and push your finger against his chest. “What is this I hear about you acting like a tyrant?”

“You look beautiful.” He breathes out.

“And going to the Pankration ring? You know those poor people don’t stand a chance against you. That’s just bullying.”

“Let me take your bag, it looks heavy.”

“And you haven’t been eating right, either! Look at your face — you’ve lost weight!” He transfers the bag from your hands to his, and when his fingers brush against yours, he finally lets a smile bloom on his face, being met with a huff. “Don’t smile at me. I’m mad at you.”

“Can’t help it, happy to see you.” You falter a bit, corners of your lips twitching, but you hold strong, choosing to save face in front of the onlookers—always put up a good fight, especially when others are looking, is what he had told you once upon a time. “I’ve missed you so much.” It comes out in a low murmur, eyes locked onto yours and refusing to stray, even when you decide that his gaze is a bit too heavy for the setting and avert your own.

“I-well-you…just get inside your office.”

He’s nice enough to hold back a chuckle, instead stepping to the side so that you can shuffle past him and inside. Before he shuts the door, his gaze turns icy and his smile thins out as he lets his eyes sweep over everyone present. A resounding groan is heard, the unspoken promise loud and clear, and then he’s pushing the door shut and turning on his heel.

You’re on him in a second, arms wrapped around his waist as you bury your face into his chest. He returns the hug just as quick, thick, burly arms circling around your shoulders as his head dips down so he can stuff his nose into your hair and breathe your scent in.

Your voice comes out muffled as you try to speak, and he loosens his hold on you a bit, allowing you to pop your head up so you can look up at him. There’s a halfhearted pout on your lips, and his response is a reflex as he leans down to give you a peck once, twice, three times before moving on to place one on the tip of your nose.

“You were supposed to let me scold you out there, birdie. Now everyone’s gonna know that I let you off easy.”

“Let me off easy? I’d say this is the meanest you’ve ever been to me,” he gives an exaggerated expression of hurt. “You haven’t even told me you missed me, or that you’re happy to see me, or that you’ll never leave again because you couldn’t stand being away from me.”

“You’re so dramatic.” You smile despite yourself, and he kisses you again, scarred hands moving to cradle your cheeks. You part with a gasp for air, and its his turn to smile when you stretch up to reconnect your lips, the lack of air not deterring you in the slightest.

“Breathe, sweetheart…” He rasps against your lips, and you suck in a breath, eyes slowly blinking as you tug at the material of his shirt. There’s a rush of emotions that washes over him at the unspoken confirmation that you missed him just as much as he had missed you, and he lets his hands wander down to settle on your waist, fingers flexing as they squeeze at the flesh there through the material of your dress.

“Well, well, well,” he starts, and you blink out of your stupor to don a guilty expression. “Looks like you haven’t been eating right, either, hypocrite.” He lightly pinches at your side, and you squeal out a laugh as you lightly bat at his hand.

“Have I told you that I missed you, and that I’m sooo happy to see you, and that I’ll never, ever leave again because I can’t stand being away from you?” You flutter your lashes up at him, direct that heart-stopping smile up at him, and for a split second he thinks that the primordial sea has broken the seal and reduced him to nothing but a puddle at your feet.

“Careful now, words like that are liable to kill a man, and this place isn’t fitting for a sweet girl like you.”

“Oh? Then maybe I should leave earlier than I intended t—” He quiets you with a kiss, and you laugh into it, earning a gentle nip on your bottom lip. Your teasing smile settles into something sweeter, tender, vulnerable, and it mirrors him perfectly.

You both speak your next words in unison.

“I missed you.”

[honoriotsusuki]

Hello! Can i request 🌷 + 🦋 platonic yandere with pantalone?

Title: White bunny

Character: Pantalone (Genshin Impact) Summary: Your mother the wife of the Harbinger tried to hide you away from her husband. But it can only last for so long. Warning/tags: Platonic Yandere, Child!reader, Fem!reader, you are the daughter of Pantalone

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed - ]

"You shouldn't move so much when I am braiding your hair dear. We do not want to ruin it now do we?" You flinched at his words, hugging the snow-white bunny he had given you, hiding your face as if it were a way to hide from him. It never did.

His touch was foreign as he took the tiny strands he had missed and tucked them back into your braids, placing snow-like accessories and pins decorating them. Heavy you thought, you wanted to complain but no words came out. He always liked to play with your hair, forcing you to stay still calling it a status as his daughter. After all, how could the poor maintain such luxurious soft hair?

Your father never cared for you for a long time. To you, it was always your mother till he decided to come into the picture when you bumped into him one day. A marriage arranged by benefits between two businessmen, your mother married the harbinger not out of love but what there was to gain. Profits.

It was unsurprising that there was no affection between her and the Harbinger. When he sent her away after he found out that you were inside her womb nobody said anything. To him, you and your mother were a nuisance to his work and sending you far away to one of the villages would make it easy for him. So long as you have a home, food to eat and warmth from the cold snow that should be enough no?

Your mother loved you, loved you so much. That you almost had a normal childhood in the lonely mansion with her with few servants working there to watch over you two. You always wondered who your father was for the vague compliments that your mother gave you about your father did not satisfy your curiosity.

So when a random man came to your home while your mother was away and introduced himself as your father, you were excited. You asked him many questions and he patiently listened and answer them. You thought that he was a nice man but something that you have always been curious about was where was he this whole time?

He told you that he did visit sometimes but because of how busy his schedule was he didn't have time to stay for too long and that whenever he does you would be gone as your mother told him that you went out to play. It was obvious to him that your mother was trying to hide you from him, but while you were his daughter he didn't have an interest in you.

She was still cautious though... she didn't want you to gain his interest.

The sounds of boxes falling to the floor surprised you as you turn to your back and saw your mother shocked face. "Mom! Dad is here!!" You yelled jumping from the couch you ran to her for a hug. You didn't understand what was happening when your mother grabbed you by the hand aggressively pulling you to her protective holding you almost like a mother bear protecting her cubs.

"Mom?-" "Why are you here?" Your mother's hostile voice surprised you as you looked at her face, her beautiful face had a hostile glare towards the man that was in the room.

"Can a father not visit to finally see his daughter? You have been desperately trying to hide her away from me for so long now."

You looked at the person who was your dad, the smile on his face never left his face even when your mother tried to aggressively get him out of the house. She didn't have the power to do so, but he himself left the house peacefully and your mother stayed right by your side as if afraid that you would disappear all of the sudden.

For a long time, she held you in her arms, whispering to you that you will be alright and that she will protect you but it seems that she could not hear your voice.

You didn't understand what happened then but maybe when you are older you would...

You thought that was the end of it, unsure of what happened as you looked at your distraught mother. Time passed and you thought that everything returned to normal well time fatui soldiers barge into the house grabbing you from your mother's arms.

The screens and shouts, as your mother cried your name. You tried to hit the person who was carrying you away from your mother but your small fist didn't hurt the soldier at all.

"Your mother was greedy, she should have known that she could not keep you forever." The man that you meet more than a month ago was smiling at you, taking your hand gently trying to take you away from the dark corner of the room that you were locked in.

"I bought a little gift for my lovely daughter. A white bunny."