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meimei's note: eu não vou enrolar dessa vez eu juro... gente... QUE CAPA LINDA DO ******* (!) meu deus, que vontade de colocar essa capa no meu torço, no meu braço, EM ALGUM LUGAR PRA EU OLHAR SEMPRE SEI LÁ AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
oh my gawh 😭
tags : fem!reader, fluff, spoilers about wriothesley's past
thinking about how much of an honour it must be to marry wriothesley. be his wife. be his family. bear his children. you're telling me that he never got to grow up in a loving family, have healthy relationships with his parents and siblings, share his worries as well as his happiness with someone, but you, you get to show him all the love that he has missed in his life? you have the honour to let him feel homeliness?
you're his first home. a home that makes him look forward to actually return to after finishing work in his office. you're his first "welcome home", his first warm meal after a long day, his first "you tired? how about i draw you a bath?". there are so many things that he learns thanks to you. loyalty, mutual trust, honesty. because wriothesley has never been a liar, yet being honest doesn't end at telling the truth. it goes way beyond that. it is talking about shitty paperwork, about how enjoyable a lunch with sigewinne is, how difficult it is to sleep when having recurring negative thoughts about yourself and your past. honesty is opening up, and you get to be the first person wriothesley truly opens up to.
and when you've made his heart swell with so much love that it feels like it is beyond its capacity. when you put his large, rough hand over the softness of your stomach and look at him with teary eyes and a bright smile on your face. wriothesley realises that there is yet so much more that he has to learn. so many more firsts that he has to experience, but at least he'll be able to share them with you.
yeah, being someone's first lover, someone's first kiss, someone's first sex partner- all of those things are great, really.
but being someone's first family is just so- wow.
Another ones ehe
If you wonder, shes from liyue and is cryo too (maybe I'll make a post talking about her ^^)
Another ones ehe
If you wonder, shes from liyue and is cryo too (maybe I'll make a post talking about her ^^)
hehe, Im already interested to read this ^^
Prologue
pairing: Wriothesley x f! reader
trigger warnings: violence, blood, murder, imprisonment, suggestive, ptsd, mentions of child abuse
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The streets of Fontaine were bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun, casting long shadows and giving the city an almost ethereal glow. The meeting with the Iudex of Fontaine in Palais Mermonia had been as expected—tense and bureaucratic. Discussions about the affairs related to Meropide were never easy, but the Duke was thankful for the cooperation and support he often received from Monsieur Neuvillette.
Wriothesley’s heavy footsteps echoed against the cobblestones. He rarely ventured to the surface, but duty had called. Now, as the golden hues of the setting sun bathed the city in a warm glow, he made his way through the bustling streets of Fontaine. The surface world, with its vibrant life and spectacle, always felt a world apart from the fortress he governed.
He exhaled slowly, a sigh mingling with the evening breeze, as his thoughts drifted to the faces of the prisoners. Each one had a story, a past, and sometimes, Wriothesley wondered if he would ever truly understand morality as a whole. Lost in contemplation, he barely noticed the few passersby giving him a wide berth, recognizing the emblem of his station and the aura of authority he carried. He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he navigated through the throng of people.
He barely registered the world around him until a sudden impact jolted him from his thoughts. He had collided with someone, and the force of it sent them both stumbling.
“Oh, for the love of–!” The exasperated voice brought him back to the present. He looked down to see a young woman picking herself off the ground, brushing the dust from her garments. Her eyes, alight with irritation, met his, and she frowned deeply.
“Watch where you’re going, will you?” she snapped, not caring that he towered over her. Wriothesley found himself momentarily speechless. The setting sun framed her face, casting a radiant glow that highlighted her delicate features. Her beauty struck him, the kind that seemed to draw the light towards her, making her skin glow and her eyes sparkle with an inner fire.
“I’m terribly sorry,” he managed to say, his voice softer than usual. He noticed then the bouquet of flowers scattered on the ground, petals crushed and stems broken. Flowers? A curious pang of disappointment twisted in his chest. Did she have a suitor already?
"You should be more careful! It is a busy street!" she retorted, dusting off the last of the debris. Her eyes darted to the ground where a bouquet of flowers. "Great, just great. Now I have to remake this bouquet and I'll be late for the delivery."
Wriothesley watched as she hurriedly gathered the damaged flowers, her frustration evident. She handled the blooms with a surprising tenderness, and he felt an inexplicable urge to assist her.
"Let me help you," he offered, kneeling to pick up a few of the scattered flowers.
“These were for a customer,” she explained, kneeling down to gather the remnants of the bouquet. “A difficult one at that.” She sighed, still irritated. Her hands moved with a practiced grace, but there was a hint of urgency in her actions.
“I’m really sorry about that,” Wriothesley repeated, a hint of guilt creeping into his tone. He handed the flowers he’d picked to her and she was already on her feet, clutching the ruined bouquet.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, her irritation giving way to resignation. “I’ll just have to work faster.” She offered him a brief, distracted smile, more out of politeness than anything else, before dashing off down the street, leaving him standing there.
Wriothesley watched her go, her figure soon swallowed by the crowd. He stood there for a moment longer, the noise of Fontaine’s streets fading into the background. The warmth of the setting sun lingered on his skin, but the encounter had left a different kind of warmth in his heart. He absentmindedly reached up to adjust his collar and felt something unusual. Pulling it free, he found a petal of a red poppy flower nestled in the fabric. He held it between his fingers, its vivid color a stark contrast to the muted tones of his attire. The petal, delicate and vibrant, seemed to carry a weight of its own, leaving him with a sense of unease. With a final glance at the direction she had gone, Wriothesley turned and continued his walk, his thoughts no longer solely occupied by the fortress of Meropide. The image of her fiery eyes and the way the sunlight had kissed her features stayed with him. He resumed his journey back to Meropide, the image of the spirited florist and the red poppy petal lingering on his mind.
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welp, first post here (officialy) yay :D
Just a doodle I made past midnight a few days ago ':) (I was wondering if posting this or not ;-;)
Kyubi (one of my gi ocs) hehe
A SMOOTH CRIMINAL
⋆｡˚ ❀ pairing: wriothesley x gn!reader ⋆｡˚ ❀ wc: 1.4k ⋆｡˚ ❀ summary: you play a harmless prank on your close friend, neuvillette, and he decides to retaliate by sending you to the fortress of meropide for your so-called “crimes”
You weren’t exactly a hardened criminal.
Sure you had some bouts of harmless thievery as a child but even then you always returned the item to the owner out of guilt. So, how you got sent to the Fortress of Meropide for messing with your friend was beyond you.
Naturally, it just so happened that your friend was the Chief Justice, and your little prank happened to be pouring out an entire salt shaker into his water as he took a small trip to the restroom. But in your defense, Neuvillette had ordered the last La Lettre a Focalors on the menu and wouldn’t even share a bite with you.
You huffed at the memory. Salty water was too kind of a punishment, looking back at it.
Still, you didn’t expect such a petty thing would have you branded as a criminal. If you had known, you would’ve added the contents of the nearby pepper shaker into Neuvillette’s water as well. That way, this sentence would have at least felt more justified.
After your paperwork was processed, Madeline told you to enter the lift and wait for someone to give you a tour. This would be your new home for a whole…seven days. You hoped you could survive it.
You tapped your foot as you waiting for your tour guide, eyes scanning across the dark, metallic room. Despite the dim lighting, the Fortress sounded more lively than you would have expected.
Just as you were starting to grow impatient, you spotted a familiar figure walking your way.
Wriothesley, you recognized. You had a brief run-in with him only one before in your life— When you were hanging out in Neuvillette’s office waiting for him to finish the last of his work, when Wriothesley decided to pay the Iudex a surprise visit. Judging from the amused expression on his face, it would seem he remembered you too.
Now, whether it was a good or bad memory, you couldn’t exactly say. Though, for the sake of your time here, you sure hoped it was the former.
“Prisoner 8072,” he greeted with a chuckle.
You waved sheepishly. “That’s me, reporting for duty, sir.”
“At ease, solider.”
You rolled your eyes, secretly please he went along with your antics.
He beckoned you to follow him as he began to show you around the fortress. “Now, before we start the tour, would you like to tell me how you landed here?”
With an innocent look on your face, you shrugged.
Wriothesley raised his brow expectantly. “My sources tell me it was an attempted poison of the Iudex.”
Your jaw dropped. “Is that what Neuvillette is telling people?!”
“Just me,” he admitted.
You almost laughed in disbelief. “Well, it’s a little too late to defend myself now—not that I had a fair trial in the first place, mind you—but I at least have to say that poison the Chief Justice speaks of is measly table salt!” With a huff, you folded your arms across your chest. “Powerful Dragon of Water my ass… If he thinks table salt can poison him…”
Wriothesley chuckled at your pouting, patting your shoulder as a sign of sympathy. “For a week-long sentence, I would have expected that you put pepper in there as well.”
Your eyes lit up. “That’s exactly what I’m thinking!”
He nodded in agreement, humoring you as he showed you to the cafeteria, offering you a free meal that you graciously accepted.
“While a week-long sentence may be unjust for your the level of your…misdemeanor, I do still hope you can enjoy your stay here,” he said as the two of you finished up your food.
You considered your thoughts before stating, “I might. If you keep treating me to these free meals.”
Wriothesley laughed, the noise coming deep from his chest, and you grinned in return.
“Oh, what would the other prisoners think if they saw their duke playing favorites?” he said in mock despair.
“So you admit I’m already your favorite?”
“Do you find pleasure in putting words in my mouth?”
“Amongst other things.”
His eyes widened and you flushed as you realized the implication of what you had said.
“Salty water,” you clarified as you cleared your throat. “That is all I was referring to.”
He nodded solemnly, trying his hardest to keep a straight face. “Of course. Words and salty water.”
“Exactly.”
“Noted.” After a brief pause, Wriothesley quickly changed the subject. “Before I lead you to your dormitory, let me show you my office.”
You followed along dutifully, making sure your mouth was glued shut until the embarrassment wore off. When the door closed, he beckoned for you to have a seat on the chair in front of his desk.
“To earn your keep here, we use a currency called Credit Coupons,” he explained. “Now, typically, the most steady and secure way for an inmate to earn these is by working in the production line–heating an shaping metals. A physically demanding job even for the strongest of individuals.”
You almost broke out into a sweat at the thought. Neuvillette would definitely be getting an earful from you once you were free from this injustice.
Wriothesley laughed at the horrified look on your face.
“But luckily for you,” he said, “by special order from the Iudex himself, it was request you do administrative work in the office with me instead.”
“Oh, my gods,” you sighed in relief. Neuvillette was safe for now.
“Don’t get too excited yet,” he warned with a teasing lilt to his voice. “Are you sure it’s better to be trapped in here with me for seven days than to brave the production line?”
You quirked your head to the side. “You seem friendly enough.”
“I’m glad you think so.” He stood up from his chair, pushing it in and waiting for you to follow suit. “Though brief, I look forward to working with you.”
“You as well.”
He nodded. “Now, it is getting late. Allow me to me conclude this tour by showing you the dormitories.”
The thought of seeing your new bed for the week excited you. You were tired from walking around so much and you couldn’t wait to shower and collapse on a mattress—no matter how thin it may be.
Wriothesley dropped you off at the door of your room, watching as you examined the place. You blinked slowly.
He laughed. “Not to your liking?”
“I’ve seen hotel rooms that look worse,” you said while shaking your head. “I can manage!”
“If it is too uncomfortable, don’t hesitate to let me know. Perhaps I can provide you with some special accommodations.”
You hid a smile. “Such favoritism already. Is this what being friends with the Chief Justice does for you here?”
“Connections don’t quell you any favor in this part of Fontaine,” he said. “This treatment is based on your own merit.” He paused. “And the fact that the Iudex specified that he didn’t intend for this to be a genuine prison sentence.”
You almost snorted at the revelation, the pieces clicking together. “Is this his prank in retaliation for me adding salt to his water?!” you groaned, only upset because you didn’t think of this first. “What an abuse of power.”
Wriothesley chuckled. “Such is the life.”
As he got ready to leave you to your bed quarters for the night, he paused at the exit. You looked at him expectantly.
“Did you need something?”
He shook his head. “No, not at the moment. I only wanted to say, I look forward to your assistance around the office tomorrow.”
You smiled in agreement. Who wouldn’t want a break from real life and escape to a prison ruled by a surprisingly benevolent duke?
“Also—“ you looked up to see his sideways grin “—tomorrow’s breakfast is on me.”
With a chuckle, you found yourself agreeing to his offer. “I’ll look forward to the morning then.”
“Have a good night in your temporary home.”
As Wriothesley left the dormitory, you couldn’t shake the smile from your face. If you were going to be here for a week, you might as well make the most of it. At least with the Duke, your time wouldn’t be so bad.
Maybe even after your sentence, you would still come and visit him.
You closed your eyes as your head landed on your pillow. It was harder than you expected. Quite uncomfortable, actually. You made a face.
Perhaps Wriothesley could come up and visit you when this was over instead.
This was so good...!! (I already imagine how elegant reader and wrio looked :'D)
Oh, the man he is... (Wriothesley x Reader)
Wriothesley x fem!reader; fluff, shared feelings, implied mutual pining or some sorts + Sigewinne, Furina, Neuvillette appeared as cameos!
You had agreed to extend your work in the Fortress, much to Wriothesley’s delight. However, recently, he found it harder and harder to spend time with you, and it left him feeling restless.
((The story is a sequel of my previous fic here! Although you can always read it separately, the build-up is somewhat connected to the previous one))
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Notes:
I’ve always wanted to do the continuation of my previous stories, but I clearly went overboard for this one since I didn’t plan this to be this long. But, I mean, it’s Wriothesley, who could resist? ;) and don't judge the title pls HELP
Enjoy the story!
•~•~•~•
No, Wriothesley wasn't a jealous man.
As a responsible warden of the fortress, he remained focused on his professional duties, fully acknowledging the demands they entailed.
However, ever since you’ve agreed to extend your work at the Fortress of Meropide—with Neuvillette’s permission, of course, Wriothesley had unconsciously developed a habit of seeking you out—whether it was to hand you some documents or simply to ask about your day.
Yet, it had been a week since he had a proper conversation with you, since the conflicting work schedules you two had left little time to spend with each other. And somehow, it was starting to bother Wriothesley more than it should.
Wriothesley exhaled as he stood up from his office seat, leaving piles of documents sprawled on his desk. Despite his usual preference for lunching in his office, he found himself walking towards the cafeteria.
As he approached the bustling cafeteria, his hopes lifted momentarily when he saw you already seated, only to deflate when he spotted you already seated… with another young man in front of you.
Oh. He thought to himself.
In that moment, he recalled that your latest work involved cooperation with some of the fortress’ members. Right, it was business matters and he’s the Duke of Meropide, he got nothing to worry about, right?
So, he greeted you, asked about your day, and went back to his office.
•~•~•~•
Wriothesley surely wasn’t a jealous man...
Another day, he discovered that you were done for the day as your work for the day was finished. He was just about to step out of his office to search for you when, to his surprise, you appeared right in front of the office doors. What luck, he thought to himself. However, your sheepish smile hinted at something else.
“Oh, hi, um— I’m here to tell you that I won’t be here for the weekend.”
His plans to ask you out crumbled inside his head.
“Oh, you got called in by the court?”
“No, but I’ve got other things to do,” you replied as you gave him an apologetic smile. “Is that okay?”
Well, he couldn't just outright refuse; after all, you deserved a break too. However, his mind raced, wondering about the nature of the 'other things' you had mentioned. Was it work-related? Or perhaps it was something more private?
"Of course, don’t worry about it," Wriothesley reassured you with a smile, trying to bury his own thoughts as he mentally cursed himself for his train of thought. "I'll see you next Monday then."
You thanked him and went off. He sighed, hoping that you would be available for the weekend so he could at least ask you out. But for now, he would have to wait.
•~•~•~•
Wriothesley definitely wasn’t the jealous type... or so he believed.
But lately, he couldn't shake this nagging feeling of restlessness. You seemed busier than ever, going back and forth between the surface and the fortress. And, to make matters worse, you were spending less time with him compared to a certain assistant. This young man had been assisting you in the latest case at the fortress, and he seemed to be handling it well. In fact, it was Wriothesley himself who suggested you to appoint an assistant in order to lighten your workload—as you seemed to have some business to take care of on the surface, only to find himself now competing for your attention.
It was like his own idea to help you had turned against him, backfiring in the most frustratingly ironic way possible.
Massaging his temples, Wriothesley groaned as his thoughts swirled in his head.
“Feeling unwell, Your Grace?” Sigewinne's soft and cheery voice interrupted his brooding as she entered his office, carrying documents from the infirmary.
“Oh, Sigewinne, it’s nothing,” Wriothesley exhaled. “Thanks for the documents though.”
“If you’re wondering about y/n, she’s already gone to the surface,” Sigewinne said softly, yet, her tone masking a hint of mischief.
Wriothesley sighed in defeat. “Right, the event tomorrow. I figured she'd be attending.”
“Didn't she tell you?” Sigewinne asked innocently.
Oof.
Wriothesley fell silent, then replied, “No, but I had a hunch.”
“I saw her heading to the surface with Antonio—the assistant, did I get his name right? I heard there’s a ball in the event, right? Maybe they’re preparing for it,” Sigewinne added, her smile widening just a bit, her eyes anticipating his reaction.
Wriothesley lifted his head to stare at Sigewinne, at a loss for words.
Wait, were you actually planning on dancing together with Antonio?
She giggled innocently at his reaction before continuing.
“But you’ll be there too, Your Grace. And for security reasons, I don’t see any problem,” she chirped, her amusement evident in her voice.
With a grumble, Wriothesley stood up and headed straight to his room. “Security reasons, right… I’ll need to think about tomorrow's outfit then…”
Sigewinne watched him go, giggling softly to herself.
“Racing hearts, rising blood pressure, uneasiness. Yep, those are the physical symptoms of jealousy, alright,” Sigewinne mused to herself.
“Human emotions are truly interesting.”
•~•~•~•
You stared at the dress laying on top of your bed at your dwelling in the surface, mentally preparing yourself up with confidence to wear it for the event tomorrow. In fact, Furina had picked the dress together with you. Classy, beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous; was what she commented. But honestly, when was the last time you'd slipped into something so elegant?
As you lay back on your bed, your mind wandered over the events of the past few weeks.
--few weeks before--
“A… ball, you said?”
"Yes, in fact, Lady Furina will be hosting the event. And we are expected to attend as representatives from the court," Neuvillette explained, his tone as flat as ever. Beside him, Lady Furina nodded eagerly. “The ball will pose as the closing ceremony.”
"Ah, I see... so the event about three weeks away," you replied, your confidence faltering slightly. "To be honest, I'm not exactly skilled at dancing..."
"Oh, nonsense! A Fontainian lady must know how to dance!" Lady Furina interjected, her voice brimming with determination. "Fear not! I'll personally train you at least twice a week until the ball. How does that sound?"
You swallowed nervously, anticipating her rigorous training methods. You glanced to Neuvillette, only to found him nodding in agreement.
"Um... alright, thank you for the offer, Lady Furina. I'll try to make time during the weekends."
"Excellent! It's settled then!" Lady Furina exclaimed with a wide smile, her hand clasped in front of his chest. "Meet me in front of my house this weekend!"
You closed your eyes, recalling the training sessions with Furina as you tried to gather your confidence for tomorrow. Although you could safely say you were doing okay-ish with the training, your mind kept wandering back to a certain man in the fortress, leaving you longing for the interactions you shared with him.
•~•~•~•
The next evening, the venue began to fill with people, the atmosphere bustling with liveliness. You positioned yourself near the Palais Mermonia members, keeping Neuvillette in your sight as you glanced over at Furina, who was already engaged in conversation with other people.
As you talked with various guests, your thoughts often drifted to whether Wriothesley would attend the ball. The idea of dancing with him crossed your mind, but so far, he was nowhere to be seen.
Come to think of it, you hadn’t told him a thing about your secret dancing lessons.
“You haven’t found a dance partner??” Furina's panicked tone was evident as she approached you, her arm linked with Neuvillette's, signaling that they would dance together.
“Um, well, not yet…” you mumbled, feeling a bit flustered.
“Oh, my! I won’t allow you wasting your skills today! Let me see…”
Furina pondered for a moment before suggesting a few Palais Mermonia attendees as potential partners. However, none of them really piqued your interest. If you want someone, it would be–
“Wriothesley is also attending this event too, in case you are wondering,” Neuvillette added suddenly, catching you off guard.
Your eyes widened slightly at the unexpected mention of Wriothesley's presence. You knew Neuvillette must be offering his personal opinion, perhaps based on his own observation of your close working relationship with the Duke, in addition with Wriothesley's request to extend your stay at the fortress. However, the comment had caught you off guard, and you went silent, a faint blush tinting your cheeks as you hid your excitement.
But your reaction had caught Furina’s attention as her smile turned into a mischievous grin. “Ah, the Duke of Meropide! How could I forget?” she exclaimed dramatically, holding her hand up to her face. “I saw him near the gardens earlier. You should go check him out!”
Although you realized her attempt on teasing you, you found yourself nodding hastily and made your way outside to the place she had mentioned.
“And the ball is starting in fifteen—!” Furina added rather enthusiastically, her voice trailing behind you.
And so, you went outside. The atmosphere was less crowded than indoors, but there were still plenty of people mingling about. You paced around in search of Wriothesley when suddenly, a young man intercepted you from the side, introducing himself.
“Good evening, m’lady. You're as lovely as a fresh rainbow rose. Would you do me the honor of a dance?”
“Thank you, but I’m actually looking for someone…” you began, trying to politely decline.
“A dance partner, perhaps?” he persisted, holding out a real rainbow rose this time.
“I’m sorry, but I really should— ,“ you attempted to excuse yourself, but he wasn't taking the hint.
“The ball's starting soon. It'd be a shame not to enjoy a dance with such a beautiful lady…”
Feeling pressured but unable to escape his persistence, you were about to step away, but a reassuring hand suddenly clasped your waist, holding you close from the side.
“The lady clearly indicated she wasn't interested.”
Relief flooded through you as you immediately recognized the voice. Looking up, you saw Wriothesley standing with a polite – or perhaps, intimidating – smile on his face, standing rather menacingly in front of the persistent man. The young man went off immediately, clearly taking Wriothesley’s cue.
After the man had hurriedly retreated, Wriothesley released his arm from your waist and turned towards you, his gaze lingering for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips as he took time to admire your delightful appearance. He then bowed slightly towards you, lifting your hand with a gentle touch and pressed a small kiss to the back of it.
“M’lady,” he murmured, his voice low and husky.
You were stunned by his gentlemanly gesture, as you just felt a flutter of butterflies inside your stomach. “Wriothesley…” You found yourself momentarily at a loss for words, struck by how incredibly charming he appeared in his formal attire.
“You look stunning,” he complimented, his warm gaze met yours, a stark contrast to the coolness of his icy-colored eyes. You shyly thanked him for his kind words, feeling a warmth spreading through you at his sincere compliment.
As the two of you were lost in the brief moment of admiring each other, he cleared his throat, subtly regaining his composure as he glanced around. “…Are you perhaps, waiting for someone?” he asked as his curiosity piqued.
“Oh, well, I was…”
Wriothesley immediately caught onto your choice of words.
“You… were?”
“Mhm, but not anymore,” you replied with a warm, sheepish smile.
A hint of confusion flickered across Wriothesley's face, his thoughts momentarily jumbled. Wait, so you weren't waiting for Antonio, which meant…
You sensed his slow realization and couldn't help but let out a small laugh as you added, “You, Wriothesley. You’re the one I’ve been searching for.”
Your words came out cheesier than intended, and you felt a blush creeping up your cheeks as you scrambled to explain. But Wriothesley did not seem to care as his smile grew wider. It was what he had hoped to hear.
But then, before he could say anything, your attention shifted to the direction of the building, with the music began playing from inside the hall, signaling that the ball had already begun as people started flocking into the building.
Observing the dwindling crowd, Wriothesley turned to look at you. “As much as I want to dance with you, I don’t think we’ll make it in time inside.”
You returned his smile at his eagerness to dance with you. You looked around, taking in the serene atmosphere of the nearly empty garden. “It’s fine. Instead… I’d hate to miss the beauty of the moon tonight.”
He gave you an affectionate smile as he seemed to understood the hint, and extended his arm towards you. “Well then, m’lady, may I have the honor of a dance?”
With a nod, you gladly accepted his hand. “Of course, Your Grace,” you replied, earning a small chuckle from him at your sudden formality.
As the music played softly in the background and the moon cast its gentle glow upon you, you and Wriothesley began to dance. The waltz you had practiced with Furina proved its worth as you both moved gracefully under the enchanting night sky. You realized that you had been longing for his company for this whole time.
As you danced, you became acutely aware of the close proximity between you and Wriothesley. Your faces were just inches apart, and his eyes seemed to be locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. His hand rested firmly on your back, providing a reassuring support, while the other held yours with a gentle yet firm grip.
“You dance well,” you whispered softly, breaking the silence.
“I could say the same about you,” he hummed, his eyes affectionately locked on yours as you two transitioned into a slower dance. “Have you been practicing in secret? Or were you just naturally gifted?”
You gave a small laugh at his remark. “Actually…” You paused, shying away for a bit. “I’ve been attending dance lessons with Lady Furina these past few weeks.”
“Oh? Is that why you've been going back and forth to the surface?”
“Mostly, yeah, since I agreed to return her favor,” you explained with a sheepish grin. “But she also roped me into helping compile some data for this event. I must thank you for offering me appointing an assistant to help with the job though. He really did his job well.”
“Wait, I thought he’s also coming to this event?” He stopped the slow dance momentarily, still holding you in his arms as he processed the new information.
“Antonio? No, he’s taking care of my duties today in the fortress, as I instructed him yesterday.”
Wriothesley went silent as everything seemed to click inside his mind, a chuckle escaping his lips, amused by his own thoughts. You looked at him in confusion, but he waved off your concern with a dismissive smile.
“Never mind, it’s not the time to dwell on petty things,” he said, his focus returning to you. “I don’t want to spoil the moment dancing with you tonight.”
You stared at him for a second, before nodding in agreement, letting go of any lingering questions inside you as you both resumed your dance under the enchanting moonlight. It felt like you were dancing without a care in the world, lost in each other’s embrace.
As the song reached its conclusion, you both stopped gracefully, locked in a gaze neither of you wanted to break. A warm smile played on your lips as you looked into his eyes, feeling the warmth of his gaze that he returned to you.
In that fleeting moment, as the night air wrapped around you like a gentle caress, there was a subtle shift in the atmosphere. His eyes began to flicker between your lips and your eyes. You were ready to surrender yourself into the silent invitation as you slowly leaned forwards, feeling his breath brush against your skin as your noses almost touching.
Seeing you responded to his silent cue, a faint smile tugged at the corners of Wriothesley's lips as he too began to close the gap between you, inching closer. Finally, his lips met yours as he kissed you gently, sealing the moment carefully with a tender embrace.
Despite your racing heartbeat, you melted into his soft kiss, feeling his hand cupping your cheek gently that made your heart flutter. As the air around you seemed to grow warmer with the intensity of the moment, you pulled back slightly, needing a moment to catch your breath. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue as you met his gaze with half-lidded eyes, the heat of the moment still lingering between you.
He leaned in closer, as if to pull you into another kiss, but then abruptly halted, his body rigid as his eyes widened slightly. He then quickly turned his head to the side facing the bushes, while his hand remained protectively on your waist.
“Who’s there?” he asked, his voice a bit demanding.
Slowly, a small figure behind starting to emerge behind the bushes, revealing Sigewinne who slowly tiptoed out.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Your Grace, I thought I was hiding well,” she said with a sheepish smile. “I didn’t want to bother, so I waited.”
Wriothesley immediately released his hand from your waist, bringing it to his face to hide his embarrassment. “Ah, it’s you…, what brings you here?”
“Monsieur Neuvillette was searching for you, and I happened to spot you here,” she explained, her tone light and playful.
Wriothesley let out an exasperated sigh, his hand falling to his side. “Right.”
Then, Sigewinne glanced at you with a mischievous gleam in her eye. “Looks like your jealousy was a tad unnecessary, Your Grace,” she teased.
“Huh, where did that come from?” Wriothesley responded with a bemused expression.
You stood there, momentarily stunned, before Sigewinne’s words finally sank in. “…Jealous? Of whom?” you asked, glancing between them in confusion, before it dawned on you as you recalled your lingering questions from your mind.
Wait…could it be?
A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as Sigewinne continued, “Ah, you see, this big man was actually jealous that new assis–”
“Ugh, spare me…” Wriothesley groaned, turning to walk away, not wanting to hear the rest of Sigewinne’s teasing. You laughed softly as you followed behind with Sigewinne as she started to explain her observationsfrom the past few weeks.
As you walked, you caught Wriothesley stealing a glance back at the two of you, a playful smirk tugged on his lips. It seemed like he was content with how things had turned out.
And so, the rest of the night unfolded with cheers and laughter, with everyone by your side. Despite the lingering feeling of a certain unfinished business, you couldn't wipe the smile from your face for the entire night.
After all, you now know that the feelings were mutual, right?
Wriolette gives me life
thinking about wriolette angst again
thinking about fontaine entering an era of never-ending storms after wriothesley’s inevitable passing
Me, seeing a beautiful gay photo, "Oh I'll make a quick study/wriolette !" hm, maybe not so quick 👀
wriothesley needs those big hands to carefully hold The Dragon of Water, Hydro Sovereign, the Hydro Dragon, the ruler of Vishaps with sovereignty over water and one of the Seven Sovereigns
Sorry I've been so inactive and gone for so long.
I LOVEEEEE fontaine and its characters fr fr
Me, seeing a beautiful gay photo, "Oh I'll make a quick study/wriolette !" hm, maybe not so quick 👀
MORE:
Mona was already aware that Wrio was a bit secretive since he never really met up with her whenever his "parents" were "concerned about his whereabouts". All she knew was that he didn't have the best relationship with them compared to before.
Wriothesley always had the urge to tell Mona the truth about his family. When he learned the truth, she was the first person he wanted to tell. But he couldn't help but feel scared, thinking about what kind of punishments he might face. It wasn't until he decided to free his siblings and was caught after roaming the streets that the truth was out in the open.
Mona was shocked, but saddened about what the man she fell for has gone through. She never did any divinations for him because she felt like it invaded his privacy. Wrio understood and was glad. They spoke for a long time before his trial, letting all their emotions and secrets out in the open. Mona was the one who told Wrio to confess to his crimes. She promised they would always keep in touch, just like before.
Wriothesley knew how hard it must be for Mona. She has seen all kinds of sadness from those who request to know their fates. From sickness, lost love, grief, and so much more. And yet, infront of him she was like a pillar. A pillar that resembled a comforting warm bath after a hard and cold day.
Mona watched the trial, saw how the handsome man pleaded guilty, how the hydro archon excused herself under the guise of boredom (but Mona could tell the archon was saddened by the disturbing nature of the trial). She saw how Wriothesley was given his sentence and led away at the ending of the trial.
Almost a month went by with no word from her beloved. She knew he could take care of himself but she was nervous. She would be leaving Fontaine soon and she doesn't know how he is. And then the first letter came. Wriothesley wrote all about how he found his vision during registration, the condition of the fortress and how he's quickly rising the ranks. He didn't specify how he was rising so quickly but Mona had an idea.
She could see how passionately he wrote about the changes he wants to make, and she wrote back her own inputs. He wrote about Sigewinne and how she had similar mannerisms to Mona in certain ways.
There's a saying from an old fontainian romance novel: distance makes the heart grow fonder.
There's a saying from an old mondstader romance novel: love that withstands distance and trials will be as strong as a windstorm.
Mona couldn't help but feel how true these saying are. Despite the circumstances, it felt as though the two were getting closer and happier. And when Wriothesley excitedly wrote to her about his new title as the Duke with pictures of his new office, she knew he was the one. The one who would make her feel like the only girl in the world worth all his love (and desire)
Mona still wrote her columns in the steambird and Wriothesley did his best to find them, even with his disconnection to the surface. Eventually he asked Mona to send them in her letters. She agreed, of course.
After the events of the prophecy, the two of them had an unexpected opportunity to reunite in person. It was certainly a sight to see Wriothesley greeting her with a gigantic flying ship during a mass flood. The two of them worked hard to save as many people as possible.
As things died down, the two of them looked at eachother. All that love, and yearning seemed to burst out of them. In the safety of a small room hidden away from others, they hugged and kissed and cried and loved. The two of them showed as much love as they could before exhaustion caught up to them. The warm embrace of hard muscles against soft skin was enough to pull them into slumber. Wriothesley woke up not long after, planting a chaste kiss onto Mona's face before reluctantly leaving to focus on his duties. But not without a few more kisses, pictures and a letter explaining his departure.
Mona stuck around to help with a bit of reconstruction and to reunite with her friends (traveler and paimon) to catch up on their journey. Eventually she had to leave back to Mondstad but made sure to send even more letters than before. She got a taste of paradise and was upset that it had to be so brief. Perhaps one day they'll be able to be together more often and in person.
Wriothesley along with Sigewinne worked hard to rebuild the fortress after the recent disaster. At times it felt like it was too much, and the desire to be back in the arms of his gorgeous darling would be almost unbearable. But then he would receive another letter, and feel so much joy. It became apparent to some prisoners that his grace was going through the feels (both good and bad feels).
To simply put: their love was similar to when Wriothesley was first convicted, but also stronger. Perhaps the sayings were more true than people realized. Apart from those closest to him such as Sigewinne, Chlorinde and soon the traveler and paimon too, no one else really knew of the relationship between him and Mona. His ears still hurt from Paimon and the traveler's shock and disbelief.
He looks at the old framed picture of him and his beloved from when they were but young teens beginning to understand love and romance. He has kept it with him for a long time, in the best condition possible and now it stays on the table next to his bed. He knows Mona has an identical picture kept in that little photo album she keeps in her shelves.
He sees what a shy but happy boy he was, shortly before knowing the truth of his parents. He sees the cheerful and optimistic Mona who had discovered her love for Astrology, ready to make the stars her own, before knowing how cruel fate can be. But it was also the shy boy mustering the courage to give a pretty young girl who was growing into a beautiful woman flowers from the bushes around town. It was also the cheerful girl who cut her own bangs and chose her clothes more carefully all to impress the boy who was quickly growing into a tall and handsome man.
When arriving back home after the arduous trip, Mona reopens the album she kept safe for so long and flips through them on her bed. She stares at the picture for a long time before putting a kiss on the page. She moves it to her cupboard and sleeps soundly, knowing that her lover will soon reply to her recent letter. He may be a busy man at times, but he is mostly free. The traveler can attest for this from their visit to the fortress.
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I FEEL LIKE I BLANKED AND WROTE ALL THIS BEFORE COMING BACK TO REALITY WITH A SMILE ON MY FACE. but for real though they are so cute and hot together
Is it just me or is Mona x Wriothesley a cute (and hot) ship?
Like I can just imagine Wriothesley enjoying the articles from the Steambird and Mona's columns being his favorite to read. And how they might have originally met whenever Mona was in Fontaine, maybe at some bookstore or cafe and they just clicked. Imagine if Wriothesley often buys books for Mona as gifts and she always takes such prestine care of them. Mona acting all cool and nonchalant about Wriothesley but the second he isnt around she started squealing about how cool her boyfriend is.
Is it just me or is Mona x Wriothesley a cute (and hot) ship?
Like I can just imagine Wriothesley enjoying the articles from the Steambird and Mona's columns being his favorite to read. And how they might have originally met whenever Mona was in Fontaine, maybe at some bookstore or cafe and they just clicked. Imagine if Wriothesley often buys books for Mona as gifts and she always takes such prestine care of them. Mona acting all cool and nonchalant about Wriothesley but the second he isnt around she started squealing about how cool her boyfriend is.
✧ The Final Feast ✧
the hoyofair outfits man
