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“ who’s that cute boy in the white jacket with the thick accent…”

[julievry]

“i’m guilty of fallin’ for you twice”

NANA ! 18↑ | any prns | yume ♡︎ wriothesley

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PLEASE ! 99% rambles | ia randomly | open to moots

“in love with the way he holds me carefully, as if i were glass. how wriothesley would come closer to whisper sweet words that couldn’t be heard but us alone. even the laughs we share when we reminisce the good and bad from our pasts was something i wished we could do till part.”

[momomizou]

Wriothesley Kabedon Preview

Two more thumbnails to go!

I think I've decided to do black and white manga style for these drawings. I can't deal with coloring so many Genshin outfits; I would actually die

But yeah, I couldn't come up with dialogue for Wriothesley, so bestie helped me with this one, you can thank her for this exchange :)

Enjoy!

[julievry]

[internetladyfables-archive]

[Headcanons] Wriothesley: Kissing

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader. Requested by @eris-inthesystem

Wriothesley has a cryo vision, and his lips are cool, but the moment his lips meet yours, there’s a warmth behind it. It all starts soft and cool, but deepens into something passionate and hot.

He’s not very affectionate in public, he prefers to savour you and take his time in private.

He likes to envelope you into an embrace, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer to his body as your chests touch his. And then he leans toward you and captures lips.

His kisses are slow. He doesn’t want to rush, he wants to take his time with you. He wants you to feel how much you mean to him in every press of his lips.

He can get mischievous if he’s in the mood. He gently bites your lower lip, and smirks at your gasp, using that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth to rile you up and leave you breathless. 

Knuckles kisses. He takes your hand and presses his lips softly on your knuckles, the corners of his lips are uplifted as he keeps the eye contact.  It started as a joke, but you’ve grown to like this gesture and he started to do it every time as a greeting and a farewell. 

Forehead and temple kisses. They are soft. He may not say ‘I love you’ outloud often, but a kiss on your forehead says everything, it’s like saying ‘I’m here’, ‘You’re important to me’. Or when you’re anxious or scared, a temple kiss from him is like an anchor.

Lazy morning kisses. Half-asleep, even without opening his eyes,  he nuzzles into your neck, and plants soft kisses here and there, on your neck, chin, nape, shoulder.

Prefers to receive pecks by you, especially when you visit him at work. But be careful, if you distract him a lot enough, he will put away his paperwork aside and have his revenge on you by trapping you against a wall or his desk. “I hope you weren’t expecting to get away so easily.”

[internetladyfables-archive]

[Headcanons] Wriothesley: Kissing

cw: self-indulgent, possible OOC, fluff, female reader. Requested by @eris-inthesystem

Wriothesley has a cryo vision, and his lips are cool, but the moment his lips meet yours, there’s a warmth behind it. It all starts soft and cool, but deepens into something passionate and hot.

He’s not very affectionate in public, he prefers to savour you and take his time in private.

He likes to envelope you into an embrace, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer to his body as your chests touch his. And then he leans toward you and captures lips.

His kisses are slow. He doesn’t want to rush, he wants to take his time with you. He wants you to feel how much you mean to him in every press of his lips.

He can get mischievous if he’s in the mood. He gently bites your lower lip, and smirks at your gasp, using that opportunity to slip his tongue in your mouth to rile you up and leave you breathless. 

Knuckles kisses. He takes your hand and presses his lips softly on your knuckles, the corners of his lips are uplifted as he keeps the eye contact.  It started as a joke, but you’ve grown to like this gesture and he started to do it every time as a greeting and a farewell. 

Forehead and temple kisses. They are soft. He may not say ‘I love you’ outloud often, but a kiss on your forehead says everything, it’s like saying ‘I’m here’, ‘You’re important to me’. Or when you’re anxious or scared, a temple kiss from him is like an anchor.

Lazy morning kisses. Half-asleep, even without opening his eyes,  he nuzzles into your neck, and plants soft kisses here and there, on your neck, chin, nape, shoulder.

Prefers to receive pecks by you, especially when you visit him at work. But be careful, if you distract him a lot enough, he will put away his paperwork aside and have his revenge on you by trapping you against a wall or his desk. “I hope you weren’t expecting to get away so easily.”

[xxx-corazon-xxx]

“Wanna sleep on every piece of fuzz and stuffing that comes out of you…”

Drabble abt falling asleep on Wriothesley's office couch <3

Notes: i hate him. he makes me sick. i want him dead. slash j but i understand the title when i think abt him. inspo was the nap that i need lmfao.

Warnings: none. pure fluff for once. truly a little shocking for my body of work tbh. 400 words.

Now playing.... ‘HOLD ME TIGHT OR DON'T’ by Fall Out Boy

It's not the ideal place to nap, but the duke's office is probably the safest place to catch some Zs in the fortress aside from his bed, of course. And napping with his coat thrown over you added an extra layer of security from the chill of the fortress and comfortability with the way his cologne and the smell of him stuck to the fabric draped over you. It almost lulled you further to sleep. 

Besides all that, you’re even safer now that he's long been done with his paperwork and is simply gazing lovingly, his head propped up on his hand as you snore away. 

He can’t lie about the situation however. He's a bit jealous of how you mumble in your sleep and nuzzle the throw pillow you’re laid on as you snooze, but when he's finally had enough of being green with envy for the inanimate object, he stands from his desk and walks over to the couch. 

He kicks his boots off and to the side next to your own shoes. He almost laughs at the socks he forgot he had on underneath, a gift from you. They’re blue ones patterned with seahorses, but the memory makes him smile and turn his attention to you again. 

He places his hands underneath you and when you stir, pushing him away and throwing your legs out of reflex he doesn’t mind and so softly explains, “Hey, It's me. it’s just me, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” before pecking you on the forehead

When you calm again he’ll gently hoist you into his arms and maneuver to lay the two of you on the couch. He lets you settle on his chest this time instead of the pillow, now confident in the layer of Him between you and the pillow. He throws the jacket out over the both of you now instead of wasting time looking for a spare blanket. 

You get comfortable on your mattress for a partner, legs getting a bit tangled up as the both of you cuddle up. He hears your breathing slow once more as you fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat going: Bump-bump. Bump-bump. 

He wonders when the moment would be interrupted by something needed in the fortress, but how could he care when you’re right here in his arms, once more sleeping happily and sleep was nipping at his own sea creature-themed socked heels. Even if something arose, the fortress could handle itself for as long as it took for him to take a very well-deserved nap...

Notes: fr need a nap tho. his chest is optional im just that tired.

[julievry]

new year resolutions is to read more fics and books

[julievry]

every time i leave a message after reading a good fic it feels like those ‘pay my compliments to the chef’ moments

[julievry]

IDC ANYMORE I NEED TO BE MORE CRINGE MORE WRIONANA DUMPS 2025 NEW YEAR RESOLUTION

[julievry]

ok nana log off

[daosies]

LOVEFOOL

when you get a suspicious meal from the fortress's cafeteria, wriothesley decides to take matters into his own hands.

(at least, that what he was trying to do.)

wriothesley ♡ gn!reader

warnings: lowercase intended, second-hand embarrassment for wriothesley

notes: ik i said i graduated from lowercase intended but this was written before 🥺 also i didn't intend to post this but since i havent posted genshin in a while i decided to let this one go ♡ i love u wriothesley nation

"oh," you trail off, staring at the suspicious-looking dish before you, its murky color faintly resembling that of a swamp. "looks like i wasn't too lucky today, huh?"

wriothesley, terribly remorseful, is quick to reach for your plate, gloved hands managing to brush across the glass.

you're quicker, though. your fingers wrap around the duke's wrist, and even though he's perfectly capable of shaking off your grip, he lets you hold him.

you smile at him, and wriothesley thanks all his lucky stars, because the dim lighting of the fortress is enough to mask his reddening ears and trembling lips. your touch ricochets throughout his ribs.

thump-thump. "don't worry about it, wriothesley! i'll eat it anyway. it's just the luck of the draw, right?"

"no, no," wriothesley replies, shaking his head. "you shouldn't have to eat this. you're a guest, after all."

you let go of his hand, and wriothesley instinctively leans forward, chasing after your touch before retracting into himself, humbled.

after a long moment of embarrassment, where wriothesley takes the time to rethink his life thus far (and reconsider why he's acting this way), he stands up, a reassuring grin tugging at his lips. when the duke smiles at you, it reaches his eyes, their icy blue color melting into that of ocean waters, of the crystal clear lake that surrounds fontaine.

"don't worry," wriothesley states, tugging your plate away. "i'll handle this."

as the duke of the fortress, wriothesley receives special treatment from the workers of the coupon cafeteria. while others have meals decided by fate, the duke's meals are always of the highest quality, crafted meticulously just for him.

the plan is simple: wriothesley obtains a wondrous meal, and he gives that one to you. and while you're enjoying the qualities of the fortress, he will indulge in the unlucky, swamp-inspired dish you received.

so, when wriothesley returns to your table with an equally-suspicious looking swamp-inspired dish, the two of you are left speechless. he, in fact, does not have it handled. the realization hits him like a giant, galactic whale from the depths of the primordial sea.

wriothesley half-considers stepping down as the duke of the fortress and exiling himself from your gaze. the other half of him basks in your eyes, feeling terribly queasy and warm even though he didn't take a single bite out of the suspicious dish.

"you'll handle this?" you tease, staring at his face, watching the way his hardened features mold to your gaze. when you look at wriothesley, he becomes unlike himself, shrinking into someone tender, someone shy.

he runs a hand through his dark hair, disturbing the well-maintained strands in a fit of bashfulness. wriothesley, once again, thanks the dimly lit ambience of the fortress for concealing his countenance.

although his expression is unreadable, his mind is running at lightning speeds, his shame and dignity welling up into a lump in his throat that can only be warded away by a cough.

after gathering his composure, and accepting the fact that this incident is going to haunt him 'till his last days, wriothesley offers you a gentle nod. his thoughts, however, starkly contrast his steady gaze.

why was i given a suspicious meal today, of all days? he wonders, brows furrowing ever so slightly. today, of all days!

"i suppose i overestimated myself," wriothesley admits, pale, calloused fingers coming to reach for the disheveled tie dangling from his neck. its maroon, silk fabric does nothing to hide the scars on his collarbone.

sometimes, you can't believe wriothesley is the duke of meropide.

you can't believe that this man, with hands riddled with callouses, and scars adorning his face and chest, is the same one who permeates into your touch, the same one who averts his gaze briefly from yours before focusing, wholly, on you, desperate to drink your image in.

he's insatiable, really. but you suppose that's what made him the duke in the first place—it's impossible to have so much power without having ambition.

"let's eat somewhere else, shall we?" wriothesley then suggests, standing up. even though he really doesn't have to, he steps over to your side of the table, hand outstretched as if to escort you.

"how does a cup of tea sound?" he asks.

and a biscuit, he thinks, watching your gaze light up. his heart stutters, falling limp in his chest.

"and a biscuit," you add.

wriothesley smiles. "of course."

from behind the counter of the coupon cafeteria, two figures high-five each other, expressions radiating with joy.

"yes!" sigewinne exclaims, pumping her fists in the air. "just as we planned!"

wolsey, with equal enthusiasm, nods eagerly. "the duke sure is in love. haha! i never thought i'd see the day!"

after a two-hour long tea time, you bid wriothesley a tender farewell. he walks you out of the fortress, the bright light of the overworld doing nothing to hide his reddening ears and enamored expression.

the bright light of the overworld does nothing to hide the duke's regretful expression, the posture that faces you, the eyes that, desperately, trace over your features like a sculptor, violent and wild and oh, maddeningly in love.

even when you turn around, and when your figure shrinks into the bright, vast distance, wriothesley remains put. he stares at your silhouette, watching the overworld devour you in its sunlit jaws, watching you stray where he can't follow.

he wonders if you'll ever look back. he wonders if you'll ever dare to catch a glimpse of him, and notice, even if it's for just a second, the way he's always looking at you, the way he's always, always looked at you.

but even when you don't look back, wriothesley is whisked away to the underworld.

still, his thoughts worship you, your memory stamped into his mind. with the palm of one hand supporting the side of his face, wriothesley's other hand comes to tap the surface of his wooden desk, brows furrowed ever so slightly.

would three hours be too much?

[liyue-harbour]

starry-eyed & smug

wriothesley x reader, established relationship

summary: you noticed that wriothesley's been extra busy lately, so you decide to take him out for a picnic after things settled.

the night in fontaine was tranquil, a rare moment of calm after a day filled with the steady hum of city life. the usual hum of the city fades into the background, leaving only the soft lapping of water from the canals and the distant sound of chattering. you and wriothesley had left the fortress to enjoy a moment of quiet, tucked far enough out of sight to escape the endless responsibilities that always seemed to weigh on him.

the picnic was supposed to be a quick, casual thing—just some pastries some tea—but of course, wriothesley insisted on carrying the basket himself. you hadn’t even had the chance to protest before he’d made some smart remark about how it was 'too heavy' for you, even though the thing was light as a feather.

now, as you sat beside him, leaning against a stone bench by the canal, the last crumbs of your pastry scattered between the two of you, the quiet was almost too perfect. there was a full moon tonight, casting everything in a soft, silvery glow. fontaine looked especially beautiful from here, the canals lit up by lanterns and the city alive with a quiet hum from afar.

you’d been stealing glances at him for a while now—sometimes out of the corner of your eye, other times a little too obviously when you thought he wasn’t paying attention. but wriothesley always seemed to notice.

“you’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes,” he said, his tone relaxed but with a hint of amusement in it.

you froze, mid-reach for your cup of tea. crap.

“i wasn’t staring,” you said quickly, the words tumbling out way too fast. you tried to play it cool, glancing back at the distant lights on the canal like they were suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “i was just admiring the view.”

wriothesley raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into that teasing half-smile that always made your heart race. "the view, huh?” his voice was laced with a teasing edge. “not me?”

you quickly glanced away, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his scrutiny. “yeah, the view. the actual view.” you muttered, but the words lacked their usual confidence.

wriothesley couldn't help but chuckle, the sound rich and comforting in the air. he shifted slightly, closing the gap between you, his shoulder brushing against yours. he didn't need to say anything; the way he was looking at you now told you everything. you were definitely caught.

your heart skipped, and you could feel the flush creeping up your neck. you opened your mouth to protest but found yourself at a loss for words, unable to tear your gaze from his teasing smirk.

“not going to deny it, are you?” he continued, his voice lowering in that calm, confident way that made you feel like you were the only person in the world. "you got a soft spot for me?"

you bit your lip, trying to suppress a smile. “it's not like you don't know... what's it to you?"

wriothesley didn't even hesitate. "nothing at all," he said, the warmth in his voice deepening. "you already know i have a soft spot for you, too."

you swallowed, pulse quickening at his words. even after everything— after all the moments you’d shared, the stolen glances, and the kisses— you still couldn’t get used to how the simplest words from him could make your heart flutter.

for a few moments, neither of you said anything. the silence wasn’t uncomfortable, though. it was the kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. just the sound of the water and the distant bustle of fontaine’s city life in the background.

then wriothesley nudged you again, just lightly this time, and you looked up to find him smiling that knowing smile of his. “well,” he began, voice still soft, “if you're going to keep staring at me, at least i should make it worth your while, right?”

you raised an eyebrow at him, though you sure pretty sure where this was going. “and what’s that supposed to mean?”

before you could confirm your suspicions, wriothesley leaned in, lips crashing onto yours, soft and slow, under the moonlit sky. when he pulled away, one hand brushes your lower lip while the other moves to wrap around your waist. “i’d say that’s worth a few stares, wouldn’t you?”

© liyue-harbour 2024 | masterlist

[julievry]

hellow beautiful

KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA >\\\\< WRIOTHESLEY OPPAR❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[tartppola]

be comfortable in your own skin!

i rewatched nightmare before christmas for this event hehfheheh this just me projecting jack skellington's impulsive but well meaning personality onto twst gojo-skellington, he encourages yuulis to embrace their stitches for his halloween plans/the halloween spirit!! or holiday spirit?? depending on how the event goes HAHASGDHAHA yuulis gets one halloween npc friend... as a treat....

[hagihino]

[kabumisun]

was it casual

[tartppola]

haiiiii haihaishiahihiahiahai hello certified adeuce kisser

YUMESHIP ATTACK ( i am a month late )

[julievry]

u are crazy and i need to draw oysterjuice kissy kissy now

[tartppola]

i miss u vampire au adeuyuu…..