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[mikaaki]

it’s still dark outside, the sounds of the city reduced to a sleepy murmur when wriothesley makes it home.

“it’s late,” you yawn when he slips into bed behind you. “i thought you were going to sleep at the fortress.”

he smiles as his lips brush your shoulder. “what good is the couch in my office if you’re not sharing it with me?”

you hum, shifting around and whispering i’m glad you’re home before pressing a kiss to his lips. wriothesley wraps an arm around you, pulling you in so you're tucked comfortably under his chin. the heat of you against him settles him, easing him towards a comfortable slumber.

“how was your day?”

“went to chiori’s,” you mumble tiredly, but wriothesley can hear your smile. “had my last fitting.”

“oh…wedding dress or after the wedding dress?”

“both,” you tell him.

he hums thoughtfully, deciding to try his luck one more time. “is there any chance—”

“you are not seeing either of them before the wedding.”

“fine,” he groans, pouting. “can you at least describe them?”

you twist around to face him, excitement twinkling in your eyes like the engagement ring on your finger. “first one, lots of lace. second one…” you pull back a little, dragging your fingers down the solid planes of his chest. “lots of skin.”

“that settles it.” he decides, quite serious. “we’re skipping the wedding and heading straight to chenyu vale for the honeymoon.”

[mikaaki]

honey, can you… oh shit wait i forgot we’re not dating (yet)

© zhongrin | 2024 ✼  [✘] no repost・translations・plagiarism of any kind・ai data mining. [✓] rebloggers get a free cup of tea ♡

✼ characters ┈ zhongli, al haitham, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, fluff, non-established relationship, potential secondhand embarrassment, boyfailure neuvillette (/aff)

✼ a/n ┈ zhongrin uploaded 3 weeks in a row?! madness!!! utter madness!!!! /silly i feel like i've been writing too much cutesy/sfw stuff lately.... i want to write 'darker' types of stuff but my brain doesn't seem to want to cooperate ugh pain

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli watches your reaction closely, at first.

when he deduces that you were self-aware of your own oversight and are evidently panicking about it, he gives you a warm chuckle and shakes his head gently, “there is no need to apologize, and please do not feel mortified in any way. it really is fine.”

if you continue to not believe him, the ex-archon will be as patient as ever with his words of reassurances, and he does not mind repeating them until you feel comfortable enough to ask him the real errand that you wished to bestow upon him.

... but not before he gently places a hand to the small of your back to lead you to walk a little closer to him due to the increasing crowd on the streets, his voice a tender caress to your ear, “coming from you, i certainly did not mind the nickname.”

al haitham raises his eyebrows and shuts his book, “what a fascinating blunder. is that how you view our relationship subconsciously? or perhaps it’s an innate desire you’ve chosen to suppress but accidentally slipped out in a moment of unawareness?”

the scholar has the decency to wait for your answer betwixt your embarrassment, but he eventually sighs when you failed to form a coherent answer that satisfied his inquiries.

“you seem to have the impression that i am displeased at your err. i’d like to inform you that your assumption is yet another mistake - which, i would theorize, was made in the rush of the moment as your nervous system kicks into gear, therefore clouding your judgement. i would suggest you take a few moments to reanalyze my stance based on this new information. i’ll wait.”

and with that, he opens his book once more.

.... um.

congratulations, i guess?

wriothesley takes the opportunity and replies with a cheeky, “yes, honey? what can i do for you, sweetheart?”

he relishes in the utter embarrassment that quickly spread across your face that’s akin to water faced with his cryo elemental energy (though secretly he’s also dying inside at the cheesiness of the situation) and throws you a boyish grin before ruffling your hair.

not a man to let an opportunity escape, the duke decides to leverage the moment to take his metaphorical shot and goes immediately for a straight jab, like an experienced boxer that he is, all the while praying to the hydro archon so that this would be yet another match he could flawlessly win, “you know, my schedule’s particularly relaxed today… i wouldn’t mind staying longer if you want to make it a date?”

neuvillette blinks owlishly, his pale cheeks blooming with warmth as the situation starts to sink in. you, the apple of his eye, whom he treasured dearly and had taken great care to court, had just called him with a term of endearment that he had always dreamed of hearing.

wait, was this a dream? his gloved hands quickly found purchase on his blue horns, before he brought his hands in front of his eyes. okay, he had two horns and ten fingers, still. so he must not have daydreamed this. ah- wait, you’re staring at him. oh, now you’re giggling. and now you’re calling him silly. oh, it should be a crime to be so breathtakingー

it’s not until your expression changed into surprise that he realized he had said that thought outloud.

your teasing “if it’s a crime, are you going to put me on trial, monsieur?” elicits a darker blush on his pale cheeks and an awkward cough out of him.

.... this must be how the young ones flirt nowadays.

“perhaps after a proper date? if it’s not impertinent of me, may i be allowed to take you out on dinner tonight?”

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[mikaaki]

testing your new lipstick (on his face)

i want to make some hcs with some characters with this same prompts bc its just too cute

you called your boyfriend as soon as you entered the house, kicking off your shoes to the corner and rushing to the living room with your newest purchase in hand. your excitement didn't allow you to wait for him to come to you, opening the packaging and using your phone as a mirror to apply the lipstick to your lips.

wriothesley appeared a few seconds later, hair tousled, some strands falling in front of his face. he yawned and looked at you, eyes scanning your figure with curiosity as you applied the product. it was obvious he wasn't fully awake as he didn't question when you told him to sit on the couch, obeying and pulling you along.

he smiled when you gave him a peck on the lips, a hand going straight to your hair to mess it up. "you've been gone all afternoon just for this thing? didn't bring me even a little souvenir?" before the duke said anything more, you held his cheeks. "nice color, by the way. it suits you."

"really? glad you liked it." you replied, spinning the tube between your fingers, and then putting it on the coffee table, returning your attention to wriothesley. once again you held his face, leaning in and showering his face with kisses. he let out a chuckle, hands going to your waist. the duke threw his head back, trying to escape your attack.

"what are you doing, hm?" he asked, but you ignored his question, pressing your lips gently against his cheek one last time.

"testing the product." you declared with a mischievous smile, stepping back to admire your artwork; the lipstick marks on his skin. "hm... it's still not enough. i have to test if it's really resistant." your voice had a playful tone as you went back to kissing every part of his face, leaving a trail of colorful marks.

as you laughed together, wriothesley suddenly raised an eyebrow, seeming to notice something unusual.

he smiled, surprised by the unexpected playfulness, but soon surrendered to the moment, letting himself be enveloped by the sweetness of your gestures.

"is this your way of retaliation for yesterday's hickeys?" he asked, pulling you into a tight hug, both of you laughing as the lipstick colored his face.

he brought his hand to his face and touched one of the lipstick marks, but his expression of amusement quickly turned to confusion as he realized the pigment wouldn't come off.

"wait a minute..." he murmured, running his fingers over the mark again, but failing to remove it. "it's not coming off at all."

you raised an eyebrow, pretending to be surprised. "really? how terrible!"

[mikaaki]

Both the parts for people finding out we're dating the characters are so good! Can I please request you to include Wriothesley in the next part if you're writing it?

how people find out you’re dating them

Wriothesley, Capitano

Wriothesley

ONCE AGAIN THESE GODDAMN MELUSINES

Most specifically SIGEWINNE.

she’s such a cutie patootie. you just wanna eat her up whenever you see her! Sigewinne, the adorableness she is, is not the smartest.

Whenever you come down so often to come visit Wriothesely, she comments on how you are such a good friend to always keep him company! and you just can’t bear to explain to her that is not the case!

This goes on for A MONTH. A GODDAMN MONTH and she has not figured it out.

Even when she bursts into his office to find you maybe massaging his back, arms, hugging him, holding him- she is completely OBLIVIOUS to the point Wriothesly wants to test out kissing you in front of her.

However, her obliviousness comes to a stop one day and for the stupidest yet funniest reason;

He’s not drinking his tea.

She’s shocked. Like jaw dropped, absolutely still shocked. She’s constantly trying to get him to drink or EAT anything other than tea so when she sees him with a MILKSHAKE?! A FUCKING MILKSHAKE.

She’s ready to lose her shit.
and then she sees YOU with the opposite flavour milkshake and she immediately knows and screams it out for the ENTIRE prison to hear.

A prisoner comes in injured; “Have you heard Wriothesly and Y/N are together?!”

On her next vacation, she’s running to Neuvillette, Furina, Clorinde- EVERYONE.

Well, it was a month of peace.

Capitano

It’s funny because he genuinely isn’t even trying to hide it from the Harbingers.

He doesn’t not tell them because he’s worried for your safety- he’s the fourth fucking harbinger he will GLADLY beat anyone’s ass for you even if it means it’s his own coworkers.

The man just doesn’t talk. That’s literally why no one knows. Like yeah, he’ll murmur a few words every now and then but like, he doesn’t see a reason in bringing something up if someone doesn’t mention anything related so he stays quiet.

He does talk a bit more though, and he’s willing to actually sit with the harbingers whenever they sometimes hang out.

It’s weirding them out.

The weirdest thing though,

WEIRDEST.

Is when he speaks to Childe.

Even Childe is absolutely shocked- like what do you mean the guy he’s been like practically simping over fight wise is actually soeaking to him?!?!!!

They have to ask Pierro if he’s sick, and even Pierro doesn’t know and Pierro is the ONLY one capitano talks.

They literally find out from YOU.

You walked into the castle once, being escorted by a guard who is quick to leave once he’s finally let you reach the insides of the castle.

“Sorry to disturb,” You spoke nervously, somehow ending up in some sort of lounge room with the Harbingers. “I’ve brought lunch for my…boyfriend? Uh, Capitano? Do you know where I could find him?”

“Yeah, down the hall, first room on the left.” Arlecchino murmurs, reading through the latest Snezhnaya newspapers.

You smile at her, although she doesn’t see and everyone just returns back to normal.

Until they all realize WHO the hell are you and BOYFRIEND?!?

They all give each other a look before they are RUNNING to you, ready to ask questions and capitano is shocked when suddenly all the Harbingers are in his office and he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop them from questioning you on everything.

He likes the way you laugh at them all- it’s cute. He should bring you more often.

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[mikaaki]

Yooooo i fucking love your art style!!! Would be awesome to see more mean overwatch gurlz uwu

mighty thanks partner :) may you take this ashe as a token of my gratitude and solidarity in loving cruel women

[mikaaki]

Happy Valentine’s!

Show her she’s the one by stealing her bike and ditching it out in the desert! Gift it back in one piece, and she’s yours!

(And if she punches you out, well, that’s just the risk you take with this kind of thing.)

I’d like some engagement on Twitter, if you can!

[mikaaki]

they’re so silly 🤷

[mikaaki]

honey, can you.… commit a crime for me?

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✼ characters ┈ zhongli, childe, kaeya, diluc, al haitham, tighnari, wriothesley, neuvillette

✼ tags ┈ gn!reader, crack, fluff

✼ a/n ┈ what even are these hsdlkfjlskjdf kinda wanna create a yandere version of this /is bonked

ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ) ✼ ᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜʟʟ ᴍᴇɴᴜ (ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ)  ✼ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱʜɪᴘ (ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ)

zhongli immediately tries to find the core of the problem. “what is it that troubles you, dearest? perhaps we can find a more peaceful solution? violence is not always the answer. this, i know from all the 6000 years i’ve lived—” aaaand there he goes on his lecture. if your goal was to get him to give you a preaching of a lifetime, well, congratulations, you’ve done it. sit back and relax, brew some tea, maybe get some snacks, because you’ll be here for a while.

al haitham, surprisingly, actually humors you. only because he knows you were teasing him and this is his way of teasing you back, but you’ll probably end up staring at him in confusion because he looks dead serious while doing so. “what an interesting offer. i’ll have to ask you to submit a formal proposal through your special submission channel. make sure you have several backup plans in case of emergencies. have it on my desk by tomorrow afternoon, the latest.”

wriothesley straight up denies you with a roll of his eyes. he knows you’re joking, and honestly speaking he would stain his hands with blood for you, but as much as he loves you, he really didn’t want you to end up at the fortress while under a sentence. although theoretically he could pull some strings to make sure you spent your sentence peacefully if that scenario ever happened, the fact was that such records will follow you for the rest of your life, and he wants you to stay in the sunlight. “what did i always tell you? don’t break the law... but if you really want to, how about you try to steal my breath away with a kiss?”

neuvillette stops writing his reports immediately, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “my dear, come sit, let us converse.” he holds your hand and proceeds to rope you into a heart-to-heart talk. are you being harassed by someone? are you being threatened? the cup of water rippled erratically as he waited for you to answer those particular questions. is there something he could do to help that wouldn’t make either of you getting dragged into a court trial? can he— …. yeah, someone save him, he totally thinks that you’re serious.

childe agrees immediately. is that even a question? “sure! who do you need me to kill?” he asks, with his signature wide boyish grin plastered onto his face and his hand twitching to reach for his hydro blade. look. it’s your ajax. your (man)childe. your tartaglia. i bet you liked his murderous tendencies anyway. are you even surprised?

kaeya makes it a point to gasp and looking like a maiden who caught the sight of two lovers rendezvousing in the garden. when he notices you not buying his act, however, he laughs and switches gear into a teasing smile, “oh? was me stealing your heart not enough?”

diluc stares at you blankly, one eyebrow raised, his voice monotonous — if you hadn’t known how to read his minuscule reactions, you would have missed the spark of mirth dancing in his eyes; a trace of the young ‘luc buried deep inside the scarred heart of a charred phoenix, “…. hmph. did kaeya put you up to this?”

tighnari hums nonchalantly and gives you a knowing smirk, his tail swishing mischievously behind him, “perfect. i do have a rare specimen i’d like to plant. i’m sure it’ll benefit well from the nutrients it’ll absorb from your victim. so, where did you put the body?”

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[mikaaki]

↺— gossip girls !

wriothesley x fem!reader smau

[name] — although a normal 3rd year highschool student, after a fateful encounter you become the biggest fan of basketball captain, wriothesley. you cheer the loudest in his games and brings him all the support he needs even if he will never reciprocate that feeling.

kaveh — brings out all the gossip in the school, that's why he doesn't shut up about anything, he just had that much tea to spill. every bit of the intelligent man, he was catious of wriothesley and wants you to uncrush that fool! even gives you lots of love advice you don't follow

cyno — his efforts to stop gamble and gossips are as dry as his jokes. he was very respected in the campus, although a bit loathed for his humor, everyone had a good idea of his character. but seeing you obsess with a guy who would rather watch paint dry than be with you, it scares him.

dehya — is the biggest reason why this whole group still isn't exposed online for their concerning activities as she is the student body peace officer. very much beloved by the school, her good reputation has caused no one to suspect the things she said about that brat from snezhnaya last night.

charlotte — even if elon musk still won't verify her account as a credible news outlet, she still is the most reliable source of info in the school. hearing this particular circle of friends had all the tea in the world she joined in, and now, her journals are getting twice the views

scaramouche — once the biggest bully in the land now the biggest bully in the land (in secret). his aunt was rich rich, and this gave him the privilege to literally do anything without consequences and one of them was bullying the hell out of everyone.

——————[ gossip girls —↺— six deadly sins ]——————

the whole campus knows about your 3 year crush on the student body president and basketball captain wriothesley. you were fine with his constant ignoring and rejections until something happened, until you stopped, and a reverse took place... now he won't leave you alone...

in light of this, the gossip club has the biggest channel of campus gossip and whether true or not can greatly impact events on this story. but don't worry, i'm sure none of these will greatly affect the impact your wriothesley obsession. after all, gossip girl never spoils the plot for her audience so early in her story. maybe just a tiny one here.

[mikaaki]

⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ hit it till you catch a cramp

synopsis. ⊹ ‧₊˚ ᰔ being intimate with wriothesley doesn't always go as planned. // ꒰ᐢ⸝⸝⸝⸝ᐢ꒱ ♡

cw. rough syx, sweaty, awkward sex moment with the duke himself, fem! reader ♡

soft lips press against your forehead as wriothesley drags his hips against you with one heavy roll forward— and he's greedy, what more was there to expect when he hasn't seen you all week and could only dream on how you'd feel wrapped around him, with your walls twitching as your erect nipples scratch at his solid chest.

you feel your arousal drip out from each smack of his balls hitting your skin as it slid down your ass, turning you utterly absorbed as his hands freely roam over your naked body, your pussy rewarding him with a good squeeze due to his attentive ways of giving each and every part of you enough attention.

"t-that's good angel?" wriothesley drawls out a slow whisper before completely thrusting himself into you without warning, his weight dipping against your body as you're being pressed between his sweat afflicted chest and a doused mattress.

you're too much— and in his eyes, you're being way too irresistible tonight as well— no matter if it's due to the fact that he's been practically awaiting this ever since monday. not only that but the duke was forcing himself not to masturbate to the thought of you and instead, patiently sit still and focus on work until he was able to taste you again.

it had been utterly worth it in the end. always.

you're panting out, arching your back and gripping at his shoulders as he thrusts into you with an impossible pace, tossing his head back and exposing his adams apple upon swallowing thickly. you were certain that wriothesley had to be carved by gods, that his body was a work of art, meticulously drawn with blood, tears and passion, he was beautiful, and the love he gave to you was ravishing in its own rights.

he was yours, yours and yours and he makes you go crazy— yet, if only you were aware that you managed to make him become even crazier and more addictive to your complete person.

your personality, your beauty, your taste.

your skin feels sticky as wriothesley continues to drill the rummaging thoughts straight out of you, clenching his jaw in concentration as he wiped his forehead to get rid of the tousled bangs sticking at the glossy skin.

it's like time has stopped for the both of you, and your stomach was sitting heavy with a coil that was awaiting to be broken when in a trice, wriothesley's hips stutter in midst a long thrust, his previously rough technique turning messier when he tries to regain it, "ahh— wait, fuck," the duke chokes out, shooting you an aching look on his face before placing a palm against his flexed thigh, "just a second baby, yeah,"

"w-what's wrong?" you ask, dusted in lust and sweat as he slowly slides himself out of you.

instinctively, you pout and wince at the sheer loss of him, the fullness of his shaft melting into your softness that never failed to ignite a heat, a need, what it took to nurish your wanting, "is everything okay?"

your voice was firm as your eyes focus at your boyfriend, precisely his hand furiously rubbing at his thigh. he clears his throat as quietly as he could, as to not make a big deal out of it, "— a cramp, i got a cramp, fuck, hold on, okay," he frowns, his strawberry red cheeks refusing to face you before he climbs out of the bed.

his cock was still painfully erect with a condom wrapped around the shaft, glossed with your arousal. you grab onto the blanket to cover yourself a little before grinning at him cheekily, your body propped among pillows as you watched him.

"you're getting old, baby," you jest, smirking as his fingers dug into the plush of his skin, massaging the muscle, "i might need to go easier on you in the future," you add on playfully as at last, winning back his intrigued eye contact.

"you think so?" he clicks his tongue, his cheeky smile all set this time as he crawls back into the bed, his weight forcing the mattress to bounce a bit.

wriothesley finds himself in between your legs again before you welcome him back into your arms. there was so much love in his eyes, a pleading love— hand in hand with an unwavering loyalty as his breath wafts over your lips.

"you know what?" he asks.

"what?"

"it still hurts,"

you laugh to the point where your belly was starting to actually hurt, the blunt admittance said with a gentle tone might've been the best way on how to deliver this sentence to you, "i'm pretty sure i pulled a muscle,"

"i'm sorry but—," you snort before hiding your face in his neck to laugh out, pulling him into your hug tighter, "hey! i'm being serious, don't laugh, it's not funny," wriothesley speaks in both earnest and amusement before silently resting his head against your own.

your hands fall against his precious hair as you stroke over his scalp sensually, the both of you getting carried away by the soft, intimate moment of embracing each other in a raw, playful way.

by that time, you've long since forgotten about the couple minutes prior of skin clashing against skin as you cradle his cheeks to make him look at you softly, "lay down," you command, his marvelous eyes staring back at you, "i'll give you a massage grandpa," you laugh as he hums with a playful roll of his eyes before you frel his lips place a tender kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"what did i ever do to deserve someone so beautiful such as you?"

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[mikaaki]

Bridal carry your lover

[mikaaki]

imagine for a moment, that you and wriothesley's wedding is held on that enormous ship he constructed...

wriothesley had made it to save the people of fontaine from the flood. that was its purpose--a savior, a symbol of hope. and to him, marrying you is something of just as equal or even greater stature.

inmates and guards alike help ready the ship for the duke's grand wedding. the great arches and the bows are decorated in flowing white cloth, pinned in place with bouquets of rainbow roses. a grand kitchen is set up below deck to provide the food for the wedding, and the entire music club of the fortress is commissioned to provide live music.

on the day of the wedding wriothesley commands the great ship to soar into the air after all of its guests have come on board. the guestlist is substantial; friends of yours and friends of his, which include clorinde, navia, sigewinne, furina and of course, the officiant, neuvilette himself.

in the moments leading up to the wedding he's pacing in the captain's quarters, clorinde and neuvilette both in there with him. neuvilette assures him that everything will go smoothly (by his authority as the mother fucking hydro dragon) while clorinde just tells him to get a grip and stop worrying because you are so tooth-rottingly in love with him that there's not a chance in hell you would ever back out now.

they're both right, of course, but he still cries when he sees you walk down the aisle. his lip is trembling the entire time he recites his vows, holding your smaller hands in his larger ones. and when you kiss him, now as his wife, oh, he's ascended.

he'll be very sure to show you how grateful he is on your wedding night, of course ;)

[mikaaki]

imagine the people of the fortress starting to call you duchess. you blink the first time you hear it slip from the lips of one of the inmates, your brain taking a moment to process it. you ask the guy who said it if the duke knows, and he says, “sure thing, my lady, the duke knows everythin’ that goes on ‘round here. he even encouraged it." that last part makes you raise a brow but you keep it yourself for now.

you only confront wrio later that night when you’re in bed together, you lying on his chest and him running his fingers through your hair. you ask him and he laughs, a low rumble in his throat. “really? i had no idea.”

you give him a glare and pull the full name card and he folds. “okay, okay, maybe i know a little bit about what you’re talking about… do you not like it?”

“i mean— it’s not like we’re married,” you mumble, cheek smushed against his firm chest. wrio hums at that and then tilts your head up to look at him with a gentle finger beneath your chin.

“we could be,” he says softly, ice eyes so soft as he looks into yours—soft in a way only you will ever know. his suggestion makes you still, and you tell him not to joke around about things like that, and his expression turns serious.

“i’m not joking, sweetheart,” he says, firm but not overbearing, though you don’t miss the uncharacteristic way his voice falters, like he’s nervous. his hands go down to squeeze your waist as if to steady himself. “i’m— i would be honoured to be your husband. if you would have me. we don’t have to, of course, because i love you and you know that i do and a marriage will just be a piece of paper legalising that but i—“

you cut off his ramblings by kissing him and saying yes directly against his lips.

(as if you would ever say anything else.)

[mikaaki]

mornings with wriothesley aren’t slow, but they’re still calm. he and you have a routine that you’ve both fallen into, a seamless machine that has not once faltered. but sometimes the work does pile up, and when that happens, he tends to get a little forgetful.

in today’s case, he’s forgotten his cuffs, which he usually keeps on his belt. in truth, you don’t know why he bothers with them—if anyone was being rowdy, he could easily immobilise them with one hand (you’d know. from experience. but for totally different reasons, of course).

so before he can slip out the door, you hook your finger in one of his belt loops and tug him close. he lets you reel him in, not fighting your touch—as if he ever would—but there’s a curious tilt to his head that reminds you of a puppy.

“did you need something, love?” he asks, his voice low and gentle as it is in the mornings. you have the cuffs hidden behind your body, and offer him a teasing grin.

“you forgot something,” you sing-song, your tone light and airy.

wriothesley’s brow furrows, and you can see the cogs turning in his brain as he tries to figure out what exactly he’s missing. but then his handsome features relax, and he drops his fist into his palm as a gesture of ‘got it!’ you expect him to ask for the cuffs.

what you don’t expect is for him to lean down and kiss you sweetly on the lips.

he tastes like the morning tea you made for him, and the toothpaste you both use. you’re too stunned to kiss him back, and by the time you register what’s happening he’s already pulling back. his hands find your waist and he smiles affectionately down at you. “there. better?”

he looks so pleased with himself, and you can’t stop the flush rising from your neck all the way up to your cheeks. but slowly, you reveal the cuffs from behind your back and wriothesley blinks, then awkwardly chuckles. “ah.”

“it’s fine,” you mumble, pointedly not making eye contact. “that… was also nice.”

he grins at that, and gently takes the cuffs from your hands and locks them into place on his belt. he kisses your forehead, and his hands squeeze your hips affectionately. “yeah? i’ll keep that in mind for next time then, princess.”

[mikaaki]

sometimes, it’s easy to forget that wriothesley isn’t invincible.

he makes it seem so easy—fighting, that is. all quick, sharp movements and light footwork. it’s almost like he’s dancing as he circles his opponents in the pankration ring, fists held high to shield his face. and outside the ring, he’s aided by those gauntlets of his that pack one hell of a mean punch.

all this to say, wriothesley doesn’t often get hurt. but he is still just a man, and to err is human, as they also say.

and so you give him an apologetic smile as he sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth when you press a damp cotton swab to a cut on his cheek. he’d gotten it trying to break up a fight between a few inmates, and one of them got a lucky hit in. his large, warm hands rest on your knees as he sits across from you, caged in by his own legs to ensure you can get close enough. his thumbs draw idle shapes into your skirt as you clean up the little cut, and he lets his mind wander as he looks at you.

you’re too preoccupied to notice his lingering blue gaze as it traces the contours and dips of your face, over the ridge of your cheekbones and the delicate bow of your lips, before settling on your eyes. ones so full of warmth and sincerity, both things wriothesley once thought he’d never be so intimately familiar with.

but you proved him wrong. and oh, how he loves it. loves you.

when you pull away, your work done, he catches your wrist gently. he grins at the puzzled look on your face, and the way your head tilts to the side in confusion ever so slightly. archons take him, you’re so damn cute.

“i think you’re forgetting something, doc,” he teases, and you blink. your eyes flicker from his eyes to the cut and back, and you frown. wriothesley hums, and to help you along, he lets his eyes flicker noticeably down to your lips then back up—which immediately draws an exasperated noise from you.

“you want me to kiss it better?”

and he grins, charmingly boyish. “pretty please, princess?”

(it takes him giving you his best puppy dog eyes before you relent and press a chaste kiss to the cut. he all but melts against you, and you swear if he had a tail it would probably be wagging furiously right now.)

[mikaaki]

ꕤ ₊ ˙ ⊹ . wrio applying cream on your cracked lips ノ because i need this again, so i bring this back :3

wriothesley opens the flat metal can full of moisturising cream, dipping his finger in the white balm just to press it against your cracked lips. you licked them too much out in the cold, bloody spots where the skin didn’t get to heal before you bit on them again.

why would you do this, he thinks, shaking his head.

his calloused hand holds your chin as his thumb drags along the coarse skin — you don’t know if it’s his or your fault, or both, rough flesh against rough flesh. smearing the emollient, it catches on tiny scabs… but it smells nice. he wants to kiss you, but it’s already too late, your lips are all white.

you look funny. cute. he smiles at you, his fingers lingering on your face longer than needed, absorbing your warmth and softness, letting you know that he’s worried.

yes, worried even by such a tiny detail as nipping on your lips. are you stressed? not drinking enough water?

the kiss lands on the tip of your nose instead, then there’s a weight on your forehead as he puts his own against yours.

“don’t bite yourself like that. there won’t be anything left for me, heh...”

[mikaaki]

"i knew they would kill me when they found out but... i think i realised that i would rather die because i betrayed them, than live because i betrayed you."

― wriothesley; ucem.