#step-brother wriothesley……………..

[merakiui]

Orz I’m down so bad for Wriothesley (pls arrest me sir—) and was so pleasantly surprised he’s actually really charming, smart, and snarky D:’

He’d be such an interesting yandere! Though I would absolutely be worried about disappointing sigewinne ;-;

(putting my thoughts under the cut just in case of quest spoilers!!)

I am as well!! I went into the quest thinking I wouldn’t like him all that much, but he’s actually so pleasantly wonderful???? >0< I also adore how he sounds in English!!!! There’s something about his voice that is so captivating to me. And his personality is great! I love how intelligent he is. The conversation he has with Lyney in his office had me at the edge of my seat. It was so good. orz and we were treated to this wonderful image of Lyney being tranquilized. >:) seeing how upset and angry Lyney got with Wriothesley, how determined he was to make sure his siblings were safe and wanting to protect them, was very heartwarming. He’s so sweet. T-T

AND THE SMIRK ON WRIOTHESLEY’S FACE OOOOOOOO I LOVE HIM.

That aside, I do think he’d make for a very interesting yandere, even more so if Sigewinne plays some role in getting the two of you together. I like to think she looks up to your relationship and finds it so darling that His Grace has found someone to cherish. Perhaps it’s because she doesn’t fully understand human ideals that she doesn’t realize it’s unhealthy. She could be idolizing your relationship, finding it to be the most wonderful thing, despite not understanding why you hide in the infirmary to keep away from His Grace when he comes looking for you during his free time. She just wants to make sure both of you are happy and healthy at all times, so her prescription for you is to stop avoiding His Grace! You’ll be happy to see him, won’t you? At least, that’s what she thinks… She’s never quite sure with your expressions because, even though you smile and act like all is well, there is a tightness to your facial muscles that belies something dishonest.

Wriothesley doesn’t give you any reasons to hate him. Not truly. Of course you can’t leave the Fortress of Meropide, so you are essentially stuck with him. That’s just reality, the result of your sentencing, not due to any of his meddling behind the scenes. But those who have caught the Duke’s eye often receive special treatments. He is quite kind underneath his shrewd exterior. You can deny his gift of a few extra Credit Coupons, you can scoff at the delicious welfare meal (he certainly pulled a few strings to ensure you’d be treated on a day you worked your hardest), and you can continue to gently tell Sigewinne you’re not as fond of His Grace as it may seem. But then what will that solve? You’re not sure why he seems so taken by you, often inviting you to his office to indulge in tea. You haven’t done anything outstanding to catch his attention. You’re just you.

And that says everything, no?

[celestemona]

⋆˙⟡ — ALWAYS BY YOUR SIDE

there is no greater happiness in the world than being with his little sister, according to cameron. i mean, isn't she the most precious thing?

pairing: dad & husband! wriothesley x fem! reader

cw: slightly ooc, domesticity, parenthood, siblings being adorable. fluff. not beta-read.

reblogs and comments are appreciated ♡

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Cameron carefully adjusted the carrier strapped to his chest, ensuring his little sister, Marie, was snug and comfortable. Her small hands waved excitedly in the air, and her wide eyes curiously took in the sights around her. Cameron beamed proudly, feeling like the best big brother in the world as he carried the baby through the bustling areas of the fortress.

“Look, Mae, it's Mr. Wolsey and Estienne!” He pointed to the sentinel and the coffee shop owner who were talking not far from their posts. They both smiled at the sight of the two siblings, giving a small wave.

Marie gurgled happily, shaking her tiny hands again as if in response.

“Hello guys. Thank you for your service,” Cameron said on her behalf, his voice filled with the pride of a big brother showing off his adorable baby sister.

As they continued their walk, they encountered several inmates who greeted them warmly, and some who even paused their tasks to play with the happy little girl. Marie's chubby cheeks and innocent smiles melted even the hardest hearts in the fortress. Cameron couldn't help but puff out his chest a little, enjoying the attention his sister was receiving.

A few moments later, as he turned the corner, the boy came across Wriothesley, you, and a few guards in range, deep in conversation. You carried a stack of documents while the others listened to you attentively. When you saw Cameron and Marie, your faces lit up.

“Why, if it isn't my favorite little lady,” Wriothesley approaches, his voice warm and affectionate. He reached out to take Marie out of the transporter, but Cameron quickly turned his body, shielding the girl from her father.

“Step back, Dad. I'm the one taking care of her today,” Cameron protested, giving the older man a determined look, “We're in the middle of our walk, and only brother and sister are allowed.”

Wriothesley raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at his lips. “Is that so? Well, I think Daddy deserves some time with his princess too.”

Cameron shook his head, holding Marie a little tighter. “Nu-uh. Not now. You'll have to wait for your turn.”

You, who until then just watched the interaction in silence, laughed softly. You handed the paperwork to a nearby guard and crossed your arms, clearly enjoying the scene unfolding before your eyes. The other officials around you also exchanged amused glances, enjoying the playful family drama.

Marie, confused by the tension developing there, tugged at the fabric of Cameron's shirt, catching his attention. 

She cooed something in her own language, her eyes shining with adoration.

Cameron's heart melted instantly, but he remained steadfast. Though it was crystal clear to both you and your husband the pride and exhibitionism that emanated from your son.

“See? She wants to be with me.”

Wriothesley sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. “The courage of this boy. Very well. You won this round, Cam, but I'm not giving up that easily.”

You approach your husband from behind, smirking mischievously. “Maybe we should let Cameron have his time with Marie, dear,” you suggested, winking at the teenager, “Besides, it seems like she’s pretty happy where she is.”

Wriothesley pretended to think about it, a pout almost imperceptible, then nodded. “Okay, but don’t think this is over,” he said, giving Cameron a mock-serious look. “I will return to my princess.”

Cameron smiled triumphantly and said goodbye, continuing his walk with his little sister. The baby girl clapped her hands and laughed excitedly, happy for the attention and play between her father and brother.

As they walked away, you turned to Wriothesley, laughing softly. “You two are like big kids,” you teased. “It’s lovely.”

Wriothesley shrugged, a fond smile on his face as he watched his children disappear around the corner. 

“What can I say? She has us all wrapped around her tiny finger.”

The guards exchanged amused glances once again, shaking their heads with smiles.

The fortress may be a place of order and discipline, but moments like these brought a warm feeling that everyone appreciated.

For Cameron, the hike with his sister was a cherished memory in the making. And for Wriothesley and you, seeing your children bond so closely made your hearts fill with pride and love. As Marie's sweet laugh echoed through the halls, the family knew these moments were priceless.

trivia: wriothesley is around 40s here. we love a old man, girl's dad.

a/n i wrote this very quick so i don't know if it's good but i like it?? i've been inspired by your brainrots and mails in the few past days and saved all of them. nonetheless, i'll be reducing the number of posts because i'm leaving my studies behind lol thank you for your reading! anon who suggested their interaction, this post is for you <3

[luxthestrange]

G.I Incorrect Quotes#111 LoserDuke in love-

Trying to Court You with the help of Chlorinde and Nadia help...they can only help so much along with the cellmates and officers who organized a new event in the fortress for you-

Wrio: We have jams!

Lyney: Jams?

Freminet: Jams?

Wrio: Yes, jams! Yam jams, fig jams!

Lynette*Who looks excited about the jams, unlike her brothers*Yam jams!

Wrio: And date jams. Seedless, delicious, exotic jams!-

Clorinde*whispers to him with a cringed-out smile*Move away from the jams

Wrio*Looks confused at her*...What?

Clorinde: We have jewels

Wrio: Jewels! We have them! And, uh, that! Over there, hidden for suspense. Hmm? Whew! Ta-da! Uh...

TeaOwner!Y/n:...It's a wheel?*looks at the object the some agents from nadia brought int*

Wrio: It's, uh, very expensive!~

TeaOwner!Y/n*Raises brow at the duke playfully*And what do you hope to buy with this expensive?~

Wrio: You!

Everyone in the room grew DEADLY quiet, Your smile dropped...The twins actually look at a loss for words...even the cellmates and police trio have to give the duke a "Really?..." glance...Wriosthesly sadly realized his mistake too late

Clorinde*Mentally face palms and bites tongue*...Wow

Wrio: No! No, no, no! A moment with you, a moment. That's not...*Looks at Clorinde and Nadia for help who only give him a crashing plane noise*

TeaOwner!Y/n: Are you suggesting I am for sale?*Raises brow and tries to give him another try, Calming their anger*

Wrio: Of course... *Looking at you with a lovesick gaze*

Cellmates & Police:

Wrio*Snaps out of trance and panics even more*-Not! No, of course not! No!

Criminal*Has been in prison for years, he has been in countless prison fights, has been beaten up even once by the duke yet somehow THIS is the most painful thing he has ever witnessed in his sentence*-It's cold and it's dark...in my cell But I prefer it to this...*Whispers at Guard with a tired...and disappointed tone*

Guard*Nodding beside him, cringed out face and shaking head*...Im with you

TeaOwner!Y/n: Please excuse me...I need to go and find some bread...*Turns around and heads up the stairs*

Freminet*Waves them off, following you* F-for the jams

Wrio: No! That's not what I meant. I...

Lynette: You did great!

Wrio: That's not what I meant!...

Nadia: Just leave them alone, You didn't do great...

Part 3 of:

I like loser wet Duke who has no idea how to woo you...Im sorry but Wriosthesley isn't a suave, bold, and assertive man...he is a calm, tea lover stepped up as a father who likes dad jokes man who has been hurt a lot-

[akutasoda]

bloody confessions

synopsis - in a sudden realisation they may never see you again, they have something to say

includes - diluc, kaeya, xiao, sara, cyno, wriothesley

warnings - gn!reader, angst to comfort in some, angst, mentions of blood, reader is fighter in kaeya's and sara's, reader dies in kaeya's(sorry), wriothesely may be occ, enemies to lovers, wc - 2.1k

diluc ragnvindr ★↷

mistakes. diluc has made alot of those in his life, some of them worse than others. but the worse one to date is letting you end up in this condition.

you were one of diluc's most trusted friends since his childhood, someone that stuck through him thick and thin. but someone along that line of friendship you had started to wish that it was something slightly more than a strong friendship. but you had no idea if diluc felt the same and not wanting to make things awkward you kept quiet about your growing feelings.

but little did you know diluc felt the same way. but both of you were scared that the other may not feel the same way. but passers-by could see that both of you were struggling with your feelings. more specifically diluc's brother kaeya. who practically couldn't help but cringe at the awkwardness knowing his brother was hopelessly in love with you but couldn't bring himself to confess.

but eventually with a little prodding from kaeya, diluc starrted to plan his way to confess. even eventually asking adeline for help, who couldn't help but smile at the idea of diluc finally confessing. but it seemed the archon's weren't in his favour.

on the day if his confession diluc went out to meet you in his wineyard. as the previous day he asked you to meet him there. but after 10 - 15 minutes of waiting passed the time agreed, you hadnt shown up. he tried to tell himself you were just running late that you would be here any minute but that was doing little to his hopes of confessing. eventually he heard someone approaching. thinking it was you he started mentally preparing himself, until ge saw adeline round the corner wearing a concerned look. 'master diluc I'm afraid I've come bearing bad news' this sent his mind into a spiral. 'what kind of bad news?' he was hoping to the archons it wasn't to do with you but seeing as adeline told him presumably right away it was serious. 'im afraid your going to have postpone your confession, they are currently being tended after a serious accident'.

this sent his heart racing, and his mind clouded with worry and anger. adeline explained how some fatui skirmishers had ambushed you and left you in a critical state, dead had not the knights of favonius stepped in. as diluc approached where you were recovering, he had ran into a medic and asked how you were and after confirming you were fine and just needed to rest but he could go see you, he couldn't help but grimace at your bloodied state. matted hair, bandage's, archons he wished he was there to save you. he knelt beside you taking your slightly cold but warming hand in his he pressed it to his lips and in a moment of weakness spilled out all his confessions, knowing you were unconscious and probably wouldnt hear him, but it made him feel better.

kaeya alberich ★↷

you two were known as an unstoppable duo in the knights of favonius. his stragetic thinking paired with your power in combat, you two were a package deal. but recently that had been concerns with more abyss mage's showing up near mondstadt's border. needing only you to go out and sort out the arising problem.

this concerned kaeya more than it should've. to most it seemed like he was worried because you were working partners and this was the first mission in a while you would be separated. and he thought so too. he tried to think rationally but the longer he tried to deny his budding feelings for you, the stronger they became. and he could only hope you returned safely and maybe he could get over his denial and confess.

so on the day you were meant to return, exactly 3 days you were set to be gone - he kept track, kaeya couldn't focus in his work and instead promted to wait for you. he waited until he saw a figure in the distance thinking it was you he got up excitedly, until he saw more people with the figure and the closer they came he noticed you. but you weren't looking like your normal self. you laid unconscious in another knights arm's as they rushed passed him hoping to get you the urgent treatment you needed. he was frozen in place for a while until he realised he needed to check how you were.

he paced outside where you were being treated waiting for the medic's to let him in as he was told it wasn't wise for him to be in there while you were being treated. until the noises of the medics near your bed went silent as tine seemed to stop. panic-stricken, he barged into where you were to see the grimaces on everyone's faces as they didnt stop him from teaching out to grab your hand. your hand that felt colder than anything he had ever felt before.

adeptus xiao ★↷

xiao was reluctant to let you, a mortal, into his life. he was scared his karmic debt would affect you aswell as his past comrade's. but you were insistent on becoming the yaksha's friend. and eventually you earned a spot in his heart.

eventually after being close to the yaksha for a while he started feeling a new feeling he had never felt before. whenever you dragged him to do things he felt a flutter in his stomach that made him feel weird. he didn't know what to do. everytime you smiled at him or did something with or for him he felt this way and he was at loss of what to do about it. maybe it would just go away.

that was until one day he returned to the wangshu inn and verr goldet immediately called for him to tell him 'just to be clear, they should be fine-', that set him up in alarm. there was only one person that verr goldet would know that he had a bond with. you. he immediately went to your room in the wangshu inn, after listening to verr goldet explain the whole story to him.

he looked upon you bandaged body that hid your worst wounds from him. why didn't you call for him? he knelt beside you and with no explanation looked ahead and started spewing out confessions about how you made him feel. 'you are the only person to make me feel these things, stay and help me understand them.'

kujou sara ★↷

you were an upcoming soilder in the tenryou commission. you had alot of potential and that attracted even the general herself. she never really was that intrested in her fellow soilders, she got along with them sure that's what any good general would do but you seemed different.

originally she thought it was your quick rise in the ranks, or something similar. but it seemed different when she had a small twinge of jealousy stir within her when a soilder became overly friendly with you. she also found intrest in how when sparring, you wanted to spar with her and surprisingly managed to keep up pretty well.

but eventually you were placed on a patrol with some other similar ranking commission members a fair way away from the camp. she had made decisions like this for a while but this one felt different and more personal for her. she pushed those feelings back and insisted to herself that they would pass. although she still counted down the days till you returned not that she would admit.

but when you returned you were beaten, bruised and completely bloody, the only one to return. you passed out before you even stepped into the camp and had to be rushed back into inazuma for urgent treatment. turns out your camp was ambushed and destroyed within seconds. Sara felt an indescribable amount of fear at the thought of losing you so she felt compelled to finish the mission as quickly as possible and check up on you and maybe get revenge. this was a shock to other soilders but no one spoke about it, they wouldn't dare. but sara was more aware of her feelings now and as much as she hated to think of it but maybe confessing to you wasn't that bad when you recovered.

cyno ★↷

you had met the general mahamatra through your friend tighnari. you were a nature researcher who had moved to sumeru to learn more about avidya forest and its close by equivalents. and your old friend tighnari was the forest watcher at avidya. however soon introduced you to cyno.

you had originally only planned to spend 6 months in sumeru but the bountiful enviroments and the people you met meant you stayed longer than intended. and eventually you were offered a job in looking at nature in the desert of hadramaveth. it was a way away but you had high hopes for it. however cyno felt slightly differently. over the past months cyno had started developing what tighnari had to point out to him, a crush.

on the day you were to depart, you bid farewells and cyno watched you feeling uneasy at knowing you would be a long way away for a month. he wanted to go with you to ensure your safety (totally not to spend time with you) but he had his duties to attend to and you're expedition team was sure to make a safe trip there and back. however one day, a week before your expected return, there was an uproar in one of the akademiya's medical bay's. cyno thought nothing of it until he saw tighnari rushing over there and stopped him just to find out your expedition had been ultimately destroyed by a setekh wenut, which you had accidentally stumbled across.

cyno was furious that your safety was widely disregarded and the akademiya hadn't provided enough protection, but was ultimately relieved that you had survived. sure you were a bit worse for wear but you were alive, unlike a few expedition members. and in those moments that cyno visited you until you recovered he realised that if you were to die he would've been distraught he never confessed to you. but maybe soon he would.

wriothesley ★↷

you and wriothesley had a complicated relationship some might say. but to each other you were rival's. no doubt about you hated each other. you two would constantly try to one up the other or never fail to make a snarky remark if spotted in the same room. but sometimes the lines between rivalry and something else blurred as wriothesley sometimes couldn't help but find how adorable you looked when you were angry and to him that was just something to tease you with more.

sometimes the people of fontaine, especially older folks, would find your petty rivalries exhausting to witness. sometimes one of you would stoop to the lowest of the lows and find a way to 'prank the other' but that sometimes ends up looking like a children's squabble. a petty, ridiculous and downright tiring squabble.

however at the end of the day you both had jobs. very respectable jobs at that. and sometimes that did mean working with each other which meant that it would come to a unspoken agreement to not continue your rivalry in the workplace. but after a particular day of hardwork wriothesley had overheard a particular conversation from two fontaine citizens about how you had encountered a fatal accident with some fatui members. that made his blood run colder than his cryo vision. there's no way you would lose to some fatui members.. right? probably just gossip roaming the streets of fontaine. yeah that's it.

well it wasn't. he kept hearing about it more and more until he decided to go and see to these 'rumors' himself. so he went over to the medic's himself and asked if you were here and to his fear, you were. the rumors were true. in a moment of panic he demanded to see you but was told that you were still under observation and he could come back tomorrow and visit. so thats what he did.

as soon as he was allowed he went straight to see you, for reasons that escaped him. he gazed down at your bloody, slight frostbitten body and let out a sigh he didint know he was holding and preceded to let out all the unspoken feelings he had that were hidden behind snark comments and teasing actions. he knew you hadn't heard him but it felt good to get it out. he slowly raised your hand to his lips, and left.

[ilsanslut]

QUESTION FOR YOU LOVELIES!

in the future, would you guys like to see more dark content oriented bots/fics?

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however, to those who DO enjoy/dabble in dark content, please continue below the cut.

while i don't typically post "dark content", my blog is dc friendly and i actively interact with it (whenever i remember that tumblr exists oop-). i've even dabbled at making a few private dc bots that i have yet to post until i receive some feedback from the public. dark content fics, however, have yet to be in the works, but in the future, i would like to try my hand at writing some.

when i say "dark content", i mean it in every sense of the phrase, as long as it doesn't push my own personal triggers/boundaries/limits. i'm talking topics like cnc/non-dubcon, kidnapping, blackmail, power play, instaloss, bully plots, specific kinds of kinks, corruption, stepcest, yandere, 18+ age gaps, etc, etc.

(bully)senpai!gojo + (bully)senpai!geto x kouhai!user vessel swap!sukuna x yuji's partner!user vessel swap!sukuna x megumi's partner!user sukuna x weak sorcerer!user sukuna x concubine/scarifice!user toji x megumi's partner!user toji x adopted zenin!user

incel!shigaraki x innocent streamer!user incel!shigaraki x onlyfans cosplay model!user DONE dabi x shoto's partner!user DONE dabi x endeavor fan!user big brother!dabi x endeavor's favorite/step-sibling!user endeavor x shoto's partner!user endeavor x housekeeper!user scumbag!hawks x innocent!user bully pro-hero!katsuki x forced sidekick victim!reader DONE dabi + tomura x captured hero!user

12 kizuki x kidnapped hashira/demon slayer!user tengen x forced fourth partner!user scummy!rengoku x innocent kinoto slayer!user yandere hashiras x tsuguko!user hantengu clones x kidnapped tsugoku!user

ayato x hopeless maid!user neuvillette x hopeless secretary!user kaeya x trainee-knight!user yandere shenhe x innocent!user cloud retainer x innocent adeptus!user tyrant archon!ei x innocent/kidnapped concubine!user scummy!wriothesley x innocent/wrongly accused prisoner!user archon era!zhongli/morax x sacrifice!user xiao x newley-appointed hopeless adeptus!reader

post-rumbling king!eren x best-friend-turned-concubine!user eren x captured marleyan!user

above are just a few examples of specific pairings and plotlines that i have in mind. granted, there are more detailed plots/prompts behind them, but i thought it was better just to give a summary of what i had in mind for now. :3

is this something you guys would be interested in interacting with, or would you rather keep the bots on a tamer note?

if posted, these bots will STRICTLY be limited to j.ai and unlisted c.ai links.

plots that are not made into bots will most likely be turned into fics/drabbles in the future.

[hanniyah]

Fantasize (A Drabble)

(You look like Wriothesley, just a female and prettier because you are beautiful! I know this is an insert, but I just wanna shift you into a character setting, yk? ANYWAYS ENJOY!)

Lover!Neuvillete x Wriothesley's younger sister!Reader

You never strayed far from your older brother, Wriothesley. That meant going with him to his meetings, some official business, and even spending time with him in the fortess when he was a inmate there.

You always dressed yourself with a robe along with a hood and a scarf, rarely showing your face so people don't get a glimpse of you. The only person who has seen your face is Wriothesley, Sigewinne, Chief Justice, and Lady Furina. You thought you were contented with keeping your identity secret, since you are shyer than most.

Keyword: Were.

It was just another fateful day in the fortress, arranging books and brewing tea down in your older brother's office as per usual.

"[Your Name]? His Grace is looking for you. He has an official meeting and he'll be departing soon," Sigewinne says, popping into the office.

You put the last book in place and stop brewing tea, "Thank you, Sigewinne. Tell him I'll be there after I transfer the tea."

Sigewinne nods and heads out. You sigh, covering yourself up and quickly preparing. Heading out and up above the surface, you see your brother waiting for you.

"Let's get a move on, shall we?" Wriothesley smiles, gesturing a hand forward.

It wasn't everyday that you were on the overworld.

Or at least as your brother knew about it.

You were there almost every evening and every minute you'd get a chance, you'd visit one of two places. One, the Opera House or the latter option–

"[Your Name], are you even listening to me? I said we're here!" Wriothesley says loudly.

Ah yes, the Palais Mermonia.

"Y-yes, sorry," You stutter, clearing your throat and heading up the steps.

As you enter, you and Wriothesley are greeted by a few guards. Morning greetings from the guards come flowing in, especially the girls who swoon over your brother.

"Good morning, your grace!" You mockingly say in your brother's ear, causing him to slap the back of your head.

A low chuckle and the sounds of footsteps come closer, "I don't think I condone violence towards each other. That wouldn't be justified in the presense of the Chief Justice."

You straighten up, seeing Neuvillete towering before you. Now this, this is the man you come see when you leave the fortress.

A secret lover if you will.

"Good morning to you as well, Monsieur Neuvillete," You beam.

As per usual, the meeting begins and you sit with the Chief Justice and the Duke as they discuss. Your eyes don't shy away from Neuvillete, why would they?

He's one of the most gorgeous men that you've seen.

You find yourself spacing out, just admiring the wonderful man who sits in front of you as he discusses with your older brother. Neuvillete's eyes look away to gaze at yours for a moment.

Oh, the way he looks at you makes you feel so warm. You fantasize about this everynight, you'd give everything to him. And he'd do the same for you.

Soon enough, the meeting ends.

Although, that didn't mean you weren't coming back later.

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Once almost everyone in the fortress fell asleep, you snuck up to the lift so you could head up into the overworld. You no longer had to hide your face, so you changed into a dress you knew Neuvillete adored on you.

With your long, fluffy hair down, black and red dress with silver accents, and your frosty blue eyes shimmering in the bright moonlight, you felt more confident than ever. You sneak into Neuvillete's office, finding him standing by the window.

"You're finally here, my darling," He smiles softly.

You come up to him, a cheeky grin also plastered on your delicate face, "Miss me already?" You tease.

A gentle laugh escapes from his lips, "I suppose I did."

Just those words sent you running into his arms, hugging him tight. You didn't need words to say how much you miss him everyday, just this gesture was enough. His arms also squeeze you in closer, resting his chin on your head and inhaling the scent of your [Favourite scent] scented hair.

After a long time, you both pull away and Neuvillete gently grabs your chin, having you look up at him.

"I love you," He whispers, his lips nearing yours.

You didn't need to say anything for what happened next. His lips were on yours and yours on his.

It was gentle, smooth, passionate.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close. The hydro dragon's gloved hands do get a bit...touchy, but you don't seem to mind. Not at all. The touches were so firm yet so warm, it made your insides feel mushy and soft.

You entangle your fingers with the Chief Justice's snow white hair, pulling him closer. He didn't pull away, no, he wanted closer.

Nothing mattered at the moment, not even the thundering footsteps coming from outside the door.

Suddenly, the doors to Neuvillete's office burst open. It was Wriothesley, "Neuvillete! My baby sister! She's gone and I checked everywhere in the fortress!– Woah."

Your brother's sudden burst in was embarrassing but also kind of funny.

Wriothesley slowly backs away, "I'll leave for now. But I'll need the tea later," The Duke smirks, "And I'm not just talking about the drink."

<3

(Sorry, this isn't proof read–)

[subbmissivesuccubus]

Kinktober ~

So i'm going to be attempting kinktober over on my Patreon! (Link in bio) and here's what I've planned so far:

I'll be posting once every two days and I'll be writing for Kimetsu No Yaiba, Genshin Impact and Jujutsu Kaisen and I will be alternating between writing for ships and writing X Reader fics.

If you like what I do and would like to read my kinktober fics, please consider joining and supporting me! You can get access to all my fics from the lowest tier <3 and of course, please make sure you're comfortable with the tropes and subject matters I write about.

Anyway, here's my list!

Breeding - Gyomei X Reader (kny)

Swapping (incest) - Ayato, Ayaka, Aether and Lumine (Genshin)

Bondage - Nanami X Reader (jjk)

Hate sex - Sanemi X Fem!Giyuu (kny)

Humiliation - Dottore X Reader (Genshin)

Threesome - Gojo X Utahime X Geto (jjk)

Edging - Stepdad Douma X reader (kny)

Spanking - Venti X Barbra (Genshin)

Oral sex - Step brother Choso X Reader (jjk)

Foursome - Fem!Uzui and her three husbands (kny)

Overstimulation - Wriothesley X Reader (Genshin)

“Thank God you’re alive” sex - Yuta X Maki (jjk)

Pussy spanking - Shinjuro Rengoku X reader (kny)

Breast play - Beidou X Kazuha (Genshin)

Cucking/NTR - Toji X Reader (jjk)

October is gonna be fun <3 <3

[poksmimi]

★:𝐈.ᵒⁿᵉ. MASTERLIST

EVENTS

★ 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻 𝙄𝙢𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙩

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗿 !(Wriothesley&afabreader)

YIELD THE SWORD ! (Scaramouche &afabreader)

FUCKING YOUR STEP-BROTHERS! (Scaramouche, Alhaitham & afab reader + stepcest )

" FEEDING THE HEAT IN HIM ! " ;pt one(smut+scara+afab)

OPEN WIDE FOR ME, DARLIN' ! (Smut and any Character)

FEEDING THE HEAT IN HIM ! " ;pt two (smut+scara+afab)

★ Obey Me

OPEN WIDE FOR ME, DARLIN' ! (smut and any character)

★Jujustu Kaisen

PLAYING AND EDGING YOU ! (Sukuna, Nanami &afab! reader)

OPEN WIDE FOR ME, DARLIN' ! (Smut and any character)

★ Extras

OPEN WIDE FOR ME, DARLIN' ! (Smut, any Character)

" DONT WORRY, DARLIN'. IT WILL FIT! "(Boothill+GN)

credits to headers and dividers markers ! (♪)

[eileenslibrary]

Keep Your Eyes Peeled

Chapter Three: Brunch With A Stranger

This GIF fit perfectly with this chapter I simply couldn't help myself lol

Wriothesley x Noble Reader

Song Recs: Addio! by Joe Hisaishi, At The End Of Summer by Joe Hisaishi

Warnings: Murder Case, Murder, Bad Mental State (Wrio, Reader, Dominique), Fluff, Wrio's An Arse (Playfully), IF A STRANGER ASKS TO ACCOMPANY YOU WITHOUT TELLING YOU THEIR NAME DO NOT LET THEM, THIS IF OR PLOT ONLY

She fusses shooing him to the platform he groans and walks over beside you. He walks over and stands beside you. He hums crossing his arms as he looks out towards the water, you glance at him, putting a hand on your hat as the breeze picks up he looks over to you at the movement, his blue eyes scanning over you as if trying to connect the dots to an unsolved puzzle only he could solve “Can I help you” you ask looking at him, “Yeah, you can actually, I’ve seen you somewhere before” he comments “Oh it’s probably from the recent newspaper about the Debord murder case” you sulk your eyes getting misty “Ah so you’re Dominique’s sibling” he sighs “You don’t have to say anything” you hum looking back at the water bring your hat to your chest he nods and looks back at the water as well, he keeps glancing at you as if trying to figure out what to say, but can only come to silence “Where are you going on this fine day” he finally breaks the silence “I am going to Palais Mermonia to get a permit” you answer fiddling with your hat “Ah I see” he hums picking at his fingernails.

 Finally, the Aquabus arrives relieving the awkward silence as you both board the bus, Elphane’s monotonous voice fills in the silence letting you relax as you look at the scenery once again, luckily it wasn’t raining this time. You look up when you feel a pair of eyes staring at you, the stranger looks at you his blue eyes hold a gentle kindness as if he understood how you felt, as if he experienced it first hand. “It’s pretty hard having someone close to you betray you isn’t it” he states instead of questioning, answering your question “Yeah it is” you hoarsely say looking at him, Elphane looks at you both questioning what is going on between you both “How about I accompany you to Palais Mermonia, I have a while until I’m needed for anything?” he asks looking up seeing how close the aquabus is to the station you nod looking back at the scenery. The breeze bats some strands of hair in your face as the bus accelerates then slows down as it pulls into the station Elphane goes through her script of safely deboarding the bus, you nod towards her and step off of the bus the stranger following closely behind “I never got your name” you sigh looking at him “Ah, I think it’s best if that stays secret I doubt we’ll see each other after today so how about we stay in blissful ignorance” he hums his icy eyes swatting away from you ‘Must be a secret all right if he’s acting shifty’ you think “Very well then.” You huff glancing at him and walking away he follows after easily catching up due to his long legs “So, why are you getting a permit?” he asks “Confidential information try again” you sarcastically hum stepping on the elevator, he clicks his tongue “Very well then” he hums, you both walk in silence it was neither comfortable nor uncomfortable but you did relax a little clicking the button to head up to Palais Mermonia you throw your hat back on your head “Does this permit have to do with the court case?” he asks with genuine curiosity “If you must know, yes it is. I’m hoping to get some information on my brothers past convictions and the people who keep bailing him out of jail” you sigh looking at the man, he was quite handsome any woman or man would kill to have him, he held a confident air around him but was charismatic and witty, but had a playful side. You analyze him if it keeps your mind off the situation for a moment longer “Why are you looking at me like that?” he quizzes you roll your eyes “You seem familiar” he slightly bristles at that nearly unnoticed by you. Still, his eyes widen and a single drop of sweat runs down his neck. “Maybe, I am a bit well known in some places of Fontaine.” He sticks his hands in his pockets. The doors open up and you both exit the car of the elevator the man offers his arm to you, “No thank you” you politely say he nods and lets you lead him, people look at you and whisper “I think that’s Mx. Vincent” one whispers you tune it out causing you to miss when one of them says “Is that the duke accompanying them?” you scoff and walk faster making the stranger try and keep pace, you tilt your head down letting your hat cover your face. You feel the stranger place a hand on your shoulder you look up and see he walks with you opening the door for you and slamming it shut

 “Don’t mind those morons, they’re simply looking for a short moment out of their boring lives” you nod “Thank you for accompanying me” you say “No problem, I know what it’s like being the talk of the town” he sighs rubbing his nose “How long will it take for you to get that permit?” he asks “I’m not sure, I haven’t needed one before” you answer “Why?” you question “Well it’s a nice day out and I still have an hour and a half to kill so maybe we could get brunch?” he mumbles the last part, but you hear him clearly “Brunch with a stranger whose name I don’t even know?” you snort at that shaking your head and begin to walk towards the doors of the other room. The man grabs your bicep “Please think about it” he coughs a slight blush rising on the tip of his ears, barely noticeable to you. You huff “We’ll see” and brush past him and into the next room. 

You walk up to the desk noticing how empty it is for once “I assume you are here to get a permit?” The melusine asks her eyes a bored look and a tired expression “I- how did you know?” you ask looking at Sedene “Nuevillette told me to expect Mx. Vincent sometime this week for a permit to Fortress Meropiede” she hums stamping a paper and handing it to you “His office is the door on your right” you nod turning and walking to the door and knocking on the wood “Come in” his authoritative voice says, you crack the door open and slip inside “Ah Mx. Vincent” Nuevillette sighs shuffling some papers into a neat stack before he opens a drawer on his desk and grabs another paper and places it in front of him “Come take a seat” he invites you to sit on one of the lavish sofas in his office, you follow his invite “Sorry I haven’t got any tea, I didn’t expect you to come in so early in the week” he explains “It’s fine really, I have someone waiting for me and only have time to get the permit done” you admit “I won’t take long then” he hums pushing the papers towards you to read and fill out “Hand me those papers” you do as he told, he pulls out his own stamp and stamps his approval on the paper. You read through the question and finish filling out the paper signing your name, and handing it back to him Nuevillette scans over them checking everything “Alright, you are eligible to visit Fortress Meropiede and speak with Monsieur Wriothesley” He stamps the papers you filled out. “Thank you for your time Monsieur Nuevillette” you thank him taking the papers “Hold on let me get you a folder so those are more manageable” He interjects as you turn around, he stands up and walks over to a set of drawers and grabs a manilla folder “Put them in here” you thank him again and slip the papers inside “Have a good day” you say opening the doors and quietly shutting them, Nuevillette picks up the stack of papers again continuing where he left off.

You walk out and see the stranger, his blue eyes immediately looking up at you, “That was fast you were only in there for twenty minutes” he chuckles “I’ve made up my mind” you simply say grabbing the door handle and opening the door looking at him, he stares at you for a moment before walking out of the door you walk next to him, the strangers pay no mind rather talking about the recent cases, what to eat, and whatever new book has come out. You could care less just wanting to go eat something and head home, “What do you want to eat stranger?” you question walking into the elevator as its doors open automatically, you press Station Main Hall “How about Café Lutece?” he suggests “Fine by me” you hug the folder to your chest and close your eyes, exhaustion slowly creeping up on you from the sleepless nights.

You lead the man to Café Lucerne walking up to the counter and looking at the options “You go first” you hum your eyes gliding over the menu. “How may I help you both” The manager’s eyes scan over you both before his eyes widen but he stays silent when the stranger holds a finger to his lips the manager nods, and you raise a brow at him “Hi I will order the Jambon Buerre with a Passion de Fleurs” the stranger looks at you waiting for you to order “And I will have the Croque Monsieur and a Noisette please” You pull out your coin purse “Allow me” the stranger interjects “I can pay for myself perfectly fine” you argue glaring at him “Very well” he holds up his hands above his head in surrender. You pull out enough for the both of you and hand it to the manager smirking. The stranger looks at you with surprise but you turn, walk, and sit at a table the man gawks at you for a moment before sighing and walking over and sitting across from you.

He watches as you breathe in the misty dew of the morning your eyes fluttering shut as the sun warms your face you feel at peace for the first in a long while even if grief still swells inside your chest “It’s been so loud y’know” you speak looking at him “For me at least, it’s one thing after another” you prop your chin on your palm “I understand where you come from” he agrees “This is the first moment I even get to just. . . Breathe, it’s the first break I’ve had in years” you look up at the beautiful sky clouds rolling by you can see the man nod his head from the corner of your eye “My brother was lucky, he got to go fishing with Pa and dance with Ma, run around with his friends, he got away with it because his mental state wasn’t in the right place, so naturally the family responsibilities landed on me.” You bat tears away blinking trying to get them to dry “I’m sorry, this must seem pathetic to you” One of your hands covers your mouth as you regain composure, you open your eyes and see the stranger giving you an empathetic look “It’s not. It’s sad and terrible, everything I mean,” he says in assurance you go to speak again but the waiter brings you your drinks “Oh, thank you” A small smile paints your lips as the smell of fresh coffee wafts through the air the steam floats upwards. The waiter nods giving you a polite smile. Wriothesley watches you as you slip the mask back on, he frowns thinking back to Dominique who is probably sending a letter to his little friends about how bad his life is, he huffs out shooing that thought away, returning to the present and blowing on his tea. You sip your coffee letting the warmth pass through your bones. 

Soon after your sandwiches come out and you both chow down “I haven’t had such normal food since like forever” you laugh in joy “I’m always used to eating fancy food, or going to banquets or hosting them, I never could imagine the simplicity of simple foods again” your gaze holds warmth “Ah if this is simple food, maybe you should get out more often” the stranger looks at you a smile painting his face “I can’t Claude’s parents will be arriving soon and then it will be the trial, after that my duties will be upon me again” you solemnly say at the mention of Claude. Wriothesley damns himself at ruining the mood once again, you finish your meals “I should head home, I need to gather more evidence.” You sigh your gaze falling to the ground as you grab the manila folder from the other seat “I do as well, my appointment is in twenty” He hums looking at his watch. “Well, it was nice meeting you stranger” You shake his hand and part ways. 

“Mx. (Name!)” A pink-haired reporter pops up out of a bush making you scream at the jumpscare Wriothesley looks back at the scene chuckling before his face fell “Shit” and he books it away before one of you two comes after him looking for answers.           

[apopcornkernel]

fontaine phantom of the opera au

arlecchino as the phantom, furina and neuvillette as the new owners of the opera, lynette as christine, lyney as raoul (ish?), wriothesley as the persian

very long post ahead oops

when furina and neuvillette take the opera from its previous owner egeria, they don't take her warnings seriously. after all, it's ridiculous. an invisible man? a box always reserved? idiotic! there's business to be made!

but then the letters come, demanding box number five. accede to my requests, says the opera ghost, or there will never be peace between us. a janitor is found dead, hanging in the back rooms. furina is shaken, but they forge on.

and then it happens. their primadonna, navia, is taken out of commission in a horrible spectacle—and there is no one to take her place but little lynette, one of the opera troupe orphans.

lynette is a marvel. she sings like the voice of God has possessed her, and the opera rises to its feet. she sings, and sings, and then by the end of the week—she is gone.

her brothers come frantic to furina and neuvillette's office. lyney, especially, is out of his mind with worry. it's completely uncharacteristic for lynette to run away—so it only means she's been taken. but where? how?

lyney tells furina and neuvillette something interesting: all her life, lynette's been taking lessons under her angel of music. this angel of music, he says, is strict but kind, ambitious but caring. the angel of music has been like a father in the absence of their own.

but in the wake of lynette's disappearance their father has gone completely silent as well. lyney fears the worst—lyney has seen the worst almost come to pass, and though he is certain their father is not that kind of person, he will not risk his sister's wellbeing on that.

the next day, the opera ghost sends her demands. my box, she writes, for the girl. my francs as well. with their best tenor lyney threatening to leave and take half the people with him, furina and neuvillette have no choice but to acquiesce.

furina insists on delivering the envelope herself, and that is where she errs. she steps into box no. 5, all bravado, and when a voice like silk whispers along her nape she nearly screams.

"well met, miss furina." the ghost's eyes are red in the dark. "you've kept me waiting."

afterwards, furina will refuse to tell her co-manager about what transpired. but she comes back skittering, jumpy, with her nails bitten to the quick. neuvillette draws his own conclusions.

lynette is returned to them a day after furina's encounter with the ghost. she won't talk either, but she emphatically denies any question of unwillingness, and will only say that her father had been kinder than she'd imagined. lyney doesn't completely buy it of course, but with lynette's return is some money, labelled "for freminet's cough" in the elegantly curling script that delivers the opera ghost's threats (though he does not know this), and for the moment he is appeased.

and then! lynette is taken again :) the managers are at a complete loss. lynette was poised to sing a solo part at their next performance, so what are they to do now? lyney is going mad, and freminet has buried himself into his work, won't talk, won't look anyone in the eye.

all is lost, it seems. until one of the opera patrons approach lyney, and confesses knowledge of both lyney's father and the opera ghost.

they are one and the same, the duke of meropide says. they are my long-lost sister arlecchino.

lyney knows wriothesley's story well, as does the entirety of fontaine. as a youth he was convicted of murder, five men and two women, and then sentenced to prison, before he managed to work his way up to becoming its warden, and then earning dukedom from the king.

but wriothesley tells him now that in that wretched house unfit for any child, he latched onto a girl with whom he nourished a bond that grew to be stronger than any family he might still have. wriothesley tells him that when he'd killed their captors, arlecchino had killed with him.

she'd fled the country when he'd been caught, which he did not begrudge her. after he was released he traced rumors of her as far as a merry band of traveling fools who were anything but foolish; yet this lead, too, had come to a dead end, for she had left it years prior.

and then—the opera ghost. he'd heard of mme. furina and m. neuvillette's awful business, and lynette's disappearance, and all of it had clicked suddenly into place.

lyney, mad with preemptive grief, blames wriothesley's inaction for causing his twin's taking. wriothesley swears he will do anything to help lyney get his sister back. he already has a lead on arlecchino's hiding place, he says, lurking in the bowels of the opera. lyney makes him take them there immediately, and thus the two set off in search for their sisters.

meanwhile, on the other side of things: furina is haunted by the voice, the laugh of the ghost, sending shivers down her spine. no room in the opera is safe, and the only thing that convinces her she's not insane is the red crosses of the ghost's eyes: that is real, that is real.

one time she's petting one of the opera cats and the opera ghost emerges from the shadow. it is the first time she's ever seen her, and she is so beautiful that it is terrible to behold.

"how cute," the ghost says. "two little kitties."

furina backs away. "what do you want."

"oh, a lot of things. this opera house. a better harpsichord. caviar." she smiles. "you."

furina's so scared that her heart feels like it's going to beat out of her chest. "me?"

the ghost's smile widens. "i like your fear, miss furina," she says. "it's so very charming."

and when she advances, furina screams, accidentally throwing the cat in her arms, and runs away.

meanwhile, your regularly scheduled yaoi: lyney and wriothesley have descended into the basement of the opera, following the trail that the duke has painstakingly felt out, over weeks of personal surveillance.

they also do this shit taken straight from the novel:

lyney and wriothesley venture through the phantom's maze and at last make it to the end, but then they are trapped in the room of mirrors, sweltering in a false forest.

and it's unbearable. lyney keeps searching for his sister, his beautiful, beautiful tenor voice giving out with the force of his cries, and wriothesley can't do anything to stop him. the heat is like nothing they've ever experienced and mirages have begun to swim before their eyes. lyney crawls over to what he thinks is water, delirious, but it is only the noose hanging from the iron tree, and wriothesley has to wrench him back despite lyney's fury. the torture goes on and on and on until—

[cosmic-walkers]

Title: Penace Summary: “If you think I am Walter, I will show you, Walter!” He cries, and Thomas freezes, his eyes are filled with fear. Rafe has never seen his master so afraid." / Moments before the final blow ends Thomas’ life, a herald arrives with a letter bearing the King’s seal, granting Thomas a reprieve. Unfortunately, Henry’s mercy has its limits. Thomas survives the pain of a botched execution, yet Rafe, Richard, and Gregory live through the consequences. And in attempting to fill the shoes of Thomas Cromwell, Rafe accepts it is a battle he may never win.

Let me take over. The thought aches in Rafe’s chest and he is wise to keep it there. It is rare for Gregory to mutter obscenities, but as his trembling hands make apprehensive strokes upon the mangled back of what one might assume to be the lifeless husk of Thomas Cromwell, Gregory lets out a string of swears. The elder Cromwell jerks away for the fifth time. 

Rafe sighs.

“Gregory-”

“No.” He is my father, I need to do this, is what he means to say.

Rafe leans against the wall and in silence watches this tragic plot transpire.

It is Augst 2nd, 1540 and his master has woken from his coma following his poor timed reprieve. 

On July 28th, the page boy, accompanied by a guard, makes it to the scaffold moments after the ax is lodged into his back a second time. The letter carries the king's seal, and the rushed yet careful words read as if they are spoken from the uncertain, yet repentant mouth of Thomas Wriothesley. The crowd disperses, muttering in anger and disappointment. Rafe remembers thinking how demonic they are, so frantic to see his master butchered.

Rafe ponders on the conversation between those fools and wonders what exactly was said by Risley to command the king’s regret. Rafe knows he should be thankful for their intervention, and if it stopped there, perhaps he would have been.

But the king is frivolous, and a reprieve does not mean forgiveness, even for Thomas Cromwell.

Rafe returns to Agust, and stares on in silence as his master sits hunched over in a chair, soiled shirt lifted, revealing the deep scars sown into his back. Gregory is behind him, as dutiful a son as he attempts to be, dabbing a sterile cloth in a bucket of a warm, alcoholic water mixture and then with great care, tends to Thomas’ wounds.

Through the pain and the weeping, and the drenched gray and black curls that haphazardly fall over his face, dark pupils catch Gregory in their path. 

Once again, he flinches and jerks away from his son.

“Father.” His voice trembles. In sadness, in anger? Rafe supposes it’s both. He does not blame Gregory for the cesspool of emotions swelling within the pits of his chest. He’s tired, his body shakes, his steps are heavy, and all his money and efforts have been spent on this moment. Bargains, pleas to the king, his estates and titles given up to please the burned ego of His Majesty and the new queen; Gregory’s own wife having had left him in the process.

For Thomas, Gregory has become a pauper. 

“I don’t want you, you are no son of mine,” Thomas mutters in the silence; it is enough for Gregory to stop.  “I want Rafe.”

Thomas, cannot stand his son’s touch. 

Gregory pauses, cloth still hovering over Thomas’ back. His eyes glisten, and he does not cry only silently motions to Rafe, who comes and takes over. Gregory leaves and Thomas does not say a word.

“It’s alright sir, I’ve got you”

The door closes and Gregory is gone. 

For Rafe’s part, he is no stranger to this. He stands behind Thomas and picks up where his wayward brother left off. The solution from the cold rag falls down his wrist, and gently he scours the wounds upon his master’s back. Thomas does not flinch or push him away. It is as if his body eases, and the threat of an uncomfortable force is no longer upon him.

Still, Thomas shakes. The frigid air stings his wounds, and Rafe quickens his deed. Within an hour, the bandages are changed and he helps Thomas back to his bed. It does not take him long to fall asleep, and his body trembles in pain with every breath that escapes his lips. Rafe fears it will be his last.

Now, however, he must tend to the younger Cromwell. 

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Gregory has exiled himself to a storage room, and he stands by the window, leaning over with his hands resting upon the ledge.

He is quiet, though his shoulders shake and his head hangs low. Rafe can tell that he is weeping.

“Gregory.” Rafe disturbs the silent isolation he supposes Gregory preferred, but the young Cromwell turns in his direction, wiping his eyes. There is a small movement of what Rafe figures is a letter, stuffed into Gregory’s jacket. 

“Rafe, how is he?”

Gregory arranges his face in a way dissimilar to his father's. He does not hide emotion behind a stone-like facade. Rather he smiles. Eyes puffy beneath, breath still shaky, Gregory erects a smile so unsettling, Rafe does not know what to say.

So he speaks only the truth. “He is fine. May I come?”

Gregory nods as if speaking now causes too much pain. So Rafe saves him the trouble and pulls him into a hug as if he has embraced one of his own children. Though Gregory, now twenty is a grown man, Rafe can only see the child he helped raise before him. The boy trembles in his arms and when he is sure they are alone, he allows himself to cry.

He does not make legible words, but Rafe gathers ‘Why doesn’t he want me?’ ‘Why do I frighten him?’, and his eyes, pained yet beautiful scream ‘I gave him everything, and I lost everything, and I am still not enough’.

“Shh.” Rafe whispers into silence, his embrace upon the younger Cromwell tightening. He feels his strength beneath his shirt, the muscles that have marked his transition from boy to man, and yet all Rafe holds is a child. The child who ran to him at night during storms, the child whom he taught to read when his father and mother were away, the child that in some instances did not know whether to call him ‘Master Saddler’ or ‘Brother’.

Either suffices, but Rafe feels a different connection now. A father of his own making, he realizes that Gregory has lost his.

He holds him tighter and gently places a kiss on Gregory’s forehead as if he is a parent, chasing away the nightmares of a shaken toddler.

“It will pass,” Rafe says softly, cupping Gregory’s face in his hands. He sniffles and gasps, and tears pour down his cheeks, Rafe speaks. “My Master…your father he is…” He is not there, and his mind has perhaps gone to heaven. We do not know the man who lies in the bed in pain, who cries himself to sleep at night, who calls you Walter, who refers to Richard and me as his sons, who asks why the King was so cruel to him. But we can’t hold it against him, he wants to tell Gregory. We cannot hold him accountable for what the King did to him.

But Rafe knows that is true only for this moment. For Gregory’s life, the struggle for his father’s affection has been constant. 

Rafe would never presume to take the place of his master, but for now, perhaps, Gregory needs a tender father.

He still holds Gregory’s pale, child-like face in his hands and wipes the tears with his thumbs. He starts to see the timid boy once again, even beneath the facial hair and flushed cheeks.

“There you are, Gregory.” He smiles. “Helen may have prepared dinner, if you go down, I will meet you there.” He holds Gregory until the younger man nods and musters some form of smile. “And now no more. Hold your head high. It will be well.”

He releases him and prays that things will go well.

–

Richard comes the next day and as Rafe fears, things do not go well. 

It is not uncommon knowledge, that since the ill-timed reprieve and even before that, when first Thomas was arrested, Richard harbored some sort of resentment toward his cousin. 

“Why did he not come to visit his father, my uncle in the Tower?” Richard had once asked Rafe.

“Thomas told him not to. And before you say anything else, he also instructed Gregory and Bess to write that letter against him.” Rafe had responded.

“My uncle would not have wanted you to go, but still you went.”

You didn’t visit him in the tower either, Rafe had wanted to say, but he knew that would be fruitless. It was evident that if Richard stepped within a foot of the tower, he would’ve turned to violence, and would have had a place right next to his uncle. 

The truth, however, is that on that day, Gregory did not want to come. Rafe had repeatedly asked Gregory to join him in the tower, and Gregory refused. In fact, to a random wanderer, Gregory’s lack of reaction to hearing of his father’s execution would cause concern, or even a seed of doubt in the fact that Gregory was in fact, the son of Thomas Cromwell. He simply did not care, nor show any emotion. 

While it pained Rafe, Gregory’s reaction, or rather a lack of one, made sense to him. 

It is how the young Cromwell coped. How was one supposed to react to hearing of the oncoming execution of their father, wherein, the lack of a concrete relationship clouded any form of empathetic emotion? Thomas was Gregory’s father in name; he knew he had the man’s curly hair, dark eyes, and pale skin, he knew those around him would call him ‘Thomas’ if he passed them quickly, only to correct themselves. Most of the time it does not impact him. (Though when Call Me Risley, well rather Wriothesley, had made that mistake once, Gregory lashed out, and Rafe still does not know why that angered Gregory so much).

Back then Gregory prepared to mourn both his father and the unattainable relationship he yearned for with his father. Still, he refused to see him and he came to regret it. 

Now, since the reprieve, he makes up for it any way he can. Except, it hasn’t been easy. Thomas does not recognize him, and if he does, he hates him. He doesn’t call Gregory ‘son’, or even by his name, he calls him Walter. When Gregory tries to change his bandages and clean the wounds the ax men left on his back, he pushes away and calls for Rafe and Richard instead. Richard finds it hilarious, but it breaks Rafe to see Gregory so isolated.

Especially given how much Gregory has sacrificed to ensure his father’s survival. It was, in a surprising turn of events both Rafe and Wriothesely (filled with guilt and remorse) who moved the king to a reprieve, but Gregory as his son, had to shoulder Henry’s anger and ensure that his father never ended up on the scaffold again. 

Without a title and assets, Gregory had little to appease the financial appetite of Henry and Katherine Howard, but what he had, he gave it. That left him with nothing. Bess left him (for reasons not exactly tied to his drop in station - and Gregory did not begrudge her), and his home was taken from him, as was his title. The remaining fines to keep Thomas alive were paid by Wriothesley, Richard, and Rafe. Subsequently, Rafe more than offered to let Gregory and Thomas stay with him.

That was a few weeks ago, and things had been going as decent as possible. Gregory can somewhat accept his father’s poor actions toward him; he understands how the ax may have ruined his mind.

Richard’s taunting on the other hand...he does not take that well.

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[pearl-blue-musings]

So I was driving and thinking about best boy/man kaveh and about a fic I was thinking about writing?? So reader and kaveh, I’m still workshopping whether they’re together or not romantically, but it can potentially take place after the interdarshan competition or after his hangout event and you want to cheer him up! So what do you do? You decide to take him to Fontaine to find his mother!

He’s not super thrilled at first, knowing deep in his heart the emotional turmoil he’s struggling with and the odds of finding her are slim…but his heart also lurches at the thought of you wanting to cheer him up and find someone super important to him. So kaveh would smile wholeheartedly and sigh out, relenting to your insistence. And off you two go!

The trip is lovely! Traveling through the desert to get to the opening port of Fontaine and it’s cascading waterfalls. He fiddles with the notebooks full of his mothers belongings and holds them tightly to his chest as you two travel the aquabus. You hold his hand lovingly and whisper to not interrupt the Melusine. “We’re going to find her, I promise. We talked with the traveler and they were able to narrow down some addresses. We’re gonna see them and they’ll help us.” You squeeze his hand tighter before reconnecting it with your own. He feels the warmth leave his hand as his heart sinks.

The ride ends after a while and the two of you hesitantly walk through the station to the middle of the court de Fontaine, noticing Paimon waving enthusiastically. You smile at her and Lumine before conversing about their leads and where to start the search. They take the two of you around the city and finally stop in front of a small townhouse. Kaveh swallows a lump in his throat and fiddles with the notebook, his fingers drumming on the fabric. He drops a hand and you take it in yours. He looks to you with glassed eyes and you nod to him in affirmation.

But when he goes to knock, a neighbor comes out and informs you all that the woman who lived here was taken to the fortress of meropide, along with the man she was living with. This takes all of you by surprise so obviously Lumine demands a meeting with Neuvillette. Kaveh is just at a loss for words, wondering what kind of affairs his mother could have gotten into.

When you go see Neuvillette, he goes through his files and pulls out the case. “Ah yes,” he starts. “This was troubling indeed. Her new husband was framing her for illicit crimes. He was found to be guilty by all parties and sentenced accordingly.” He pauses briefly. “However, when it comes to your mother, the 🎶oratrice mechanique d’analyse cardinale🎶 determined her guilty. For that, we had to send her but we do not know why she was sent. Perhaps that is a question for Lady Furina.”

And then y’all leave and go to the fortress and talk with daddy wriothesley and through deep investigation, you find out she was sentenced because she deserted Kaveh when he needed her most, especially after the death of his father, and leaving a child alone and abandoned in Sumeru and got married. And also the people live laugh love the drama.

When he finds his mother in the fortress he’s taken aback. He runs to hug but stops when her new husband and CHILD come around. “You, you had another child? After you abandoned me?”

She steps to him slowly with love and concern, hand outstretched to touch her first born. “Kaveh,” her voice is broken, “please.”

“You left me, started a whole new family! I have, I have a brother and you were never going to tell me of this?” He shakes his head rapidly and drops the notebook. His mothers eyes travel to it and she gasps, bending down to pick up the familiar item. Her fingers flip through the pages and her eyes squint to hold back tears. She starts, “Kaveh you have to understand. It was for you! You are a prodigy, surpassing me in every way in architecture. I couldn’t take that from you!” She drops the notebook and cups his face. The two of them cry at finally being able to feel each other after so long. Kaveh begins to cry once more and softly places his hands over his mothers. He starts to shake his head furiously and pull her away from him.

Through clenched teeth he seethes, “I needed you! My father offed himself and you ran! I was alone.” He turns to face her with tears cascading down his cheeks. “A son needs his mother. And you’re going to be present for his life, why couldn’t I have that? I mean, gah! I’m happy that you’re happy but what about my happiness?!”

His mother covers her trembling lip and shakes her head at a loss for words. “Darling I,” her voice gets caught in her throat, “I never wanted you to be sad.” Kaveh’s stepfather approaches his wife to comfort her. You notice his newly found out half brother look at him in hurt confusion. You then slowly comfort Kaveh and hold his arm. His head snaps to you and a most genuine smile comes to his face. He wipes at his tears and chuckles once, sliding his hand into yours. He clears his throat and stands tall with courage.

“I never said I was sad. My career and life are what they are because of you. I wish I could have had you beside me during all of my accomplishments. Okay,” he huffs, “yes I am sad my mother wasn’t there. I needed a mother.

“But I don’t need one anymore.”

Y’all should I keep going how should I end this???

[wwriothesley]

A person who gets a bit too close ( or they perceive to be close to him ) to Wriothesley will have the impression that he won in life. 

People would genuinely use this manner of speaking to flatter him, and he'd thank them politely and tell the one(s) that used this expression that he hasn't won- he fought hard for everything that he has now, and will keep fighting to help what he considers to be his home. He answers politely because he understands how this must look from the outside, and that the person is genuinely happy for him and thinks they're paying him a great compliment.

In their eyes, he went from a prisoner to royalty, from a nobody who has committed a nefarious crime into an atoned, functional member of society who has contributed the most to Fontaine's growth. In their eyes, the Duke has reformed fully, and is not feared from those who don't have a reason to fear him. To those who have met him, once they got over his intimidating looks, they'll admit to find him a polite and charming fellow with a bit of a dry humor.

Wriothesley's feelings can be summed up by this Game of Thrones quote:

I've lost a hand, a father, a son, a sister, and a lover, and soon enough I will lose a brother. And yet they keep telling me House Lannister won this war.

( Though, translated in italian, Jaime rather says ''They keep telling me House Lannister won this war. But then, why do I feel so cold inside?'', which I find it more fitting for this purpose. )

Wriothesley doesn't know his biological parents, and can't remember them, thus forgetting a part of his past. He has gone through hell on Earth, endured abuse and humiliating conditions of living, and the biggest realization of his life came when he understood that he had to murder his adoptive parents himself, as the law and authorities couldn't do anything to stop their crimes.

Despite all of his efforts to heal himself, there are the bad days; where he wakes up in cold sweat and has to pry the sheets that feel like an hanging noose from around his neck.

He dreamed, and sometimes still does, of the monster that was his adoptive mother screaming and begging him to stop as he drives the hunting knife in her chest, multiple times. How her nails dug long, by now healed scars in his arms. For some reason, he can't stop thinking about her last, incredulous words, ''you're hurting me.'' as if she never believed that retribution would come, one day, in the form of her oldest livestock specimen turning against her.

How his adoptive father simply crumpled to the floor as the livestock inched closer to him, step after step, no mercy in his eyes as the man in front of him turned from a cruel abuser to a whimpering mess of a man urinating on himself and begging Wriothesley to spare him. How he asked him why?, as if he didn't knew his crimes.

It's their disbelief and incredulity that left the biggest impact on Wriothesley. Both abusers turned into confused, terrified people begging him to stop and asking him why he was doing this to them- the human mind is truly something amazing, sometimes.

He still dreams about none of his siblings stopping to wave back at him, afraid of this blood-covered demon bleeding from the scratches on his arms and with ice cold, empty eyes staring at them. He knows that he had frightened them- but, some days, it weights on him.

There are bad days, when he'll be brought tea from the kitchen, a thoughtful gentleness from Wolsei- and he'd stir sugar and cream in with a silver spoon, a part of him afraid that it would reveal a poisoned drink under his touch. In the worst days, no matter if the silver doesn't darken and crack, signaling no poison in his tea, he'd pour it down the drain and, instead, choose to make up for his unseen slight by inviting the Fortress cook for an handmade brewed cup of tea, complete with snacks and tea cakes. Wolsei feels blessed, Wriothesley feels less guilty- and all is well.

There are days that not even Sigewinne's improised therapy sessions can help him- but then, he compromises by smiling in front of one of her Desolation Shakes, as he names them, and downs one down without a protest. Despite the taste, it does work and gives him a boost of energy for the day. He's also able to down a Mysterious Meal made by her without batting a lash, as long as she caters to him a bit and puts some roasted potatoes into it. He'll clean the box without a protest then.

Wriothesley hasn't won in life. The price he paid for later ''successes'' in life was not a cheap one by any means, and he had to fight for every single thing of his. He had to fight to survive and access the position that he's in now- he is now considered royalty, a title appointed to him by Neuvillette, who knows of these struggles, and that makes him feel better about it.

Sometimes, he still think that he has to fight- but he learned that this is just a thing about life: to fight is to feel alive.

[ccaptain]

@daybreakrising: It began with the delivery of flowers to the cavalry captain's office. A selection of blues and reds, a single calla lily and rainbow rose sitting proudly at the centre. The simple card attached had no words, merely a hastily sketched three-headed wolf with a little heart beside it.

His visit itself is not a surprise - they've had this planned for months (the Duke typically needs that long to prepare the Fortress for his absence), but Kaeya is expecting to meet him at the gates of Mondstadt late in the evening. Instead, Wriothesley is waiting for him at his house when he gets home from work, having arrived that afternoon.

The first sight that greets Kaeya upon stepping through the door is a large box adorned in the colours and design he should now be familiar with: a certain chocolatier from Fontaine, whose exquisite (and expensive) treats are the most sought after in the region. This box, however, is three times the size as their standard stock, and contains three times as many chocolates inside. It was, of course, a custom order that he paid an appropriate price for.

Well, if he cannot utterly spoil his beloved on this day of all days, what's the point?

This time, there is a card awaiting him, though its message is short and simple: Check the bedroom.

And, just in case Kaeya has somehow forgotten where his own bedroom is, there is a trail of petals leading right to the door - not rose petals (he felt foolish enough scattering petals in the first place) but windwheels, as a meaningful flower to those of Mondstadt.

Should Kaeya opt to obey the card and open the door beyond, he would find his wolf awaiting him upon a bed equally scattered with petals (rainbow rose, this time), adorned in only half of the tailored suit he intends to wear to their dinner date that evening.

Only half, because he suspects he'll be relieved of it imminently anyway, so he has merely streamlined the process.

   the fact that this is a planned day they'll spend together doesn't put the slightest damper on Kaeya's happiness once he receives a very special delivery.

   if the delivery person notices the flush around his cheeks and ears, they don't comment on it- verbally. the other knights peeking out of their offices and rooms to watch as what they know being the Duke of Meropide delivers their cavalry captain a very romantic present- the gossips usually flow for days, after. 

   in their defense- nobody has ever seen their beloved captain Kaeya acting so bashful- nor sport a lover in the ten or so years that they knew him. a little bit of teasing and curiosity is completely normal- after all, they care about their captain, too.

   the fresh scent coming from the boquet fills the office, and becomes even more pleasant as they're rested in a large, tacky vase Kaeya specifically bought for this specific purpose, an happy sigh leaving his lips as he plucks the calla lily and a couple of flowers out of the composition to carry home with him- and the doodle note is kissed and tucked in his breastpocket, like every other note that comes with presents for him.

   ( Lisa, cheeky as always, had seen the peeking of little folded papers in it once- and her comment prompted a proud Kaeya to tell her that his pocket was full of love.

   stuffed so full of little notes and doodles from Wriothesley, from Klee, sometimes from his own brother, well... he wasn't lying about it. )

   it was a nice surprise- a very good touch of happiness for an extremely good day. Kaeya has a surprise ready in the brewing for his boyfriend too... a devilish, little plan, that he's thankful ( if not a bit impatient, ) about him showing up in the evening- this will give him ample time to work on his gift, too- a gift that he has planned to give his boyfriend for quite a while...

   -but when he gets home and almost trips into something laid by the door, he understands that Wriothesley had a change of heart.

   there's a gasp of pure delight as Kaeya picks up whatever he almost fell onto- a very familiar box, eye wide and with a certaint difficulty keeping it up with a single hand- so on the table it goes to be opened properly. his supplies of this particular chocolate, the one sent to him by the man that knows him so well, had dwindled considerably- no matter how much economy he tries to handle the treats with.

   he firmly believes that the chocolate is cursed: he can't have a morsel without consuming at least three more before he can control himself.

  -well, at least it's a sweet curse...

   there's almost a purr when he undoes the bow and picks up a chocolate truffle from the enormous box, the taste exploding in his mouth and giving him a rush of pure serotonin. the moan he makes over it is almost pornographic-

  -and then he closes the box before the bane of Chocolate Consumption can affect him. 

   by now, he's aware that Wriothesley must be nearby- perhaps he's hiding to make him a surprise...? perhaps behind a curtain, he inquires, as he studies a shape that isn't here...?

  -and then he sees the scattered, red petals leading over his bedroom.

   his heart starts hammering against his ribs- not because of an intrusion poking at his paranoia, but because he knows exactly who else has a key to his apartment and could have done this.

   a boot is quickly discarded on the floor- and some little jumps to take off the other- and his fluffy cape is discarded over the nearby chair as he strides in the bedroom, mindful of not stepping on the petal-

   the wide grin he gives his boyfriend must be as blinding as a star, reflecting on the happiness to see him.

   and suddendly, there's no thoughts about a surprise that will have to be postponed- Wriothesley is here, half-dressed and smug about all the preparations he did.

   he probably predicted Kaeya's eye lighting up, and the lad tackling him out of happiness too before they properly consume- but just in case he didn't...

   well, that's a secondary surprise he receives today.

[colibrie]

Day Two: Delirium, "They don't care about you"

The silence of the infirmary hung like a thick shroud, penetrated only by the soft *plink, plink, plink* of water dripping from within the pipes, and the tattered edges of low, slow breathing. The lamps were dimmed, their muted glow casting a sickly pallor across the rough homespun that covered the bed and the delicate skin of Freminet's face. It clashed horribly with the fevered flush of that still stained his cheeks, and for an odd moment Lyney felt the urge to get a rag and try to scrub the stain away from his baby brothers porcelain skin.

To scrub away the evidence of his failure.

He forced the urge away with a harsh shake of his head, blinking gritty eyes that felt like sandpaper. Freminet needed rest, not his elder brothers paranoia. Especially not when said brother had already caused so much harm...

His hands drifted without his permission, fingers carefully threading through soft locks of his twin and brother where their heads rested on his thighs. Lynette lay to his right, her body curled up in the same little ball she'd always assumed when they were seeking comfort on the streets. One ear twitched as his fingers brushed past it, her tail shifting unconsciously brush against his leg in reply.

They were here...They were safe.

*"But not for long."*

He jerked, the muscles in his neck cramping as his head flew back from where it had slowly slumped to rest against his chest. Wriothesley's voice was so clear, and sparks jumped from the fingers that no longer lay in Freminets hair. Bloodshot eyes swept frantic arcs around the room, frantically probing the shadows as fine shivers siezed his limbs.

*"You're in my realm. No one from the upper world is coming. They don't care about you. Any of you. You know that. You've always known. And now its just a matter of time until you fail again. Until they-"*

"Mr. Lyney..."

Sigewinne's tiny hand covered the back of his, and he couldn't stop the flinch that rolled through him, or the recoil that followed as his body instinctually tried to curl in and around the two bodies beneath him. The melusine's expression cumbled at the glare he leveled at her through his lashes, but Lyney wouldn't let himself be tricked again. The nurse was every bit a threat as Wriothesley.

"Mr. Lyney, I understand that recent event have not put you at ease, but you need to sleep. Your body needs rest to recover from the stress and the tranquilizer you experienced earlier. I promise that your siblings will be-"

"Your promises don't mean anything," Lyney hissed, freezing when Freminet whimpered softly and shuffled closer.

"I recognize that," Sigewinne nodded sadly, stepping back from the bed, "but still, there are people who care about you, so you should care about yourself too."

*"They don't. They don't care. No one cares. No one has ever cared. It's just you. It's all on you. Don't fail them again, or I'll make good on those promises, and then what will your precious father think?"*

"Just...just leave us alone," Lyney snarled weakly, the words half a threat and half begging as he tried to ignore the voices echoing in his ears to hold his little world together for one more night.

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