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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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Me, seeing a beautiful gay photo, "Oh I'll make a quick study/wriolette !" hm, maybe not so quick 👀
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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.
Do I have a new obsession? Possibly...
Quick drawing
Genshin Impact: Phantom Theft au
Featuring Theif!Lyney and Cop!Wriothesley
And cop Clorinde’s too I guess.
who gave her that. what the hell
october 11 - 2023
I've decided that Neuvillette should be Edmond. If he’s going to live for a long time anyways, he might as well get over Wriothesley now.
Not sure who the other characters will be yet.
WRIOLETTE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO AU
I HAVE NO DETAILS BUT TRUST ME THE VIBES ARE THERE
WRIOLETTE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO AU
I HAVE NO DETAILS BUT TRUST ME THE VIBES ARE THERE
AllTober Day 3: Forced to share a blanket/bed etc
Contains: Gayness :), Wriolette, Neuvillette losing his cool slightly, Neuvillette Spoilers
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Characters: Wriothesley, Neuvillette
Being forced to take a break, Neuvillette was faced with a multitude of issues. Trials were on hold, he wasn't in the comfort of his office and Wriothesley.
Not that anything was wrong with Wriothesley, of course, but Neuvillette was told he would be staying with Wriothesley - unless he wanted a old time meteor on his head (again). The issue was that Wriothesley had ONE bed. ONE.
And Wriothesley did not sleep without moving around.
Currently, Neuvillette found himself almost against the wall, while Wriothesley fidgeted about behind him. Neuvillette had specifically asked for a second cover incase this happened but the rustling drove Neuvillette insane.
That was until he tapped Wriothesley's shoulder to wake him up.
"Can you try and stay still? I cannot sleep with the fidgeting and rustling." Neuvillette frowned, Wriothesley just giving him a tired smirk.
"Are you going to give me a hug for the rest of the night?" Wriothesley challenged. He didn't expect Neuvillette to literally open his arms at that moment.
"If it stops you moving around, yes" Neuvillette agreed, and Wriothesley grinned, happily shuffling into Neuvillette's embrace. As quickly as he'd been woke, Wriothesley fell asleep once again.
Neuvillette convinced himself that it was just so Wriothesley would stop moving, that's until Wriothesley ended up hugging him as well and burying his head in Neuvillette's chest. Neuvillette quickly learned that Wriothesley was more than a friend or colleague, but a mortal Neuvillette had fallen for...
Perhaps this forced break wouldn't be so bad...
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