Hi there, what kind of kisser do you think Wriothesley is? (this is absolutely not an excuse to request a scenario about making out with him nope nope nope <:3)
Although he looks pretty rough and bad boy-ish, I feel like he is actually a lot softer than one would expect (from the calming music in his office and the way he was so so gentle with the kid hhhhh)
OOOUGHIASD OKAY OKAY HOLDONNN 👀👀
A bit suggestive???? Like;;; I mean dude they make out lmao but there's no indication or even a suggestion of it going any further than kissing, so afaik i don't think i need to put an age restriction
When Wriothesley kisses you, he kisses like he wants to savor you. A tender hand on your cheek, another on your waist. He holds you steady and presses you close to his chest, but makes sure that his grip isn't one that leaves you bruised later. He's gentle as he guides your head to face him. Pale blue eyes barely ever leave your own— only in quick, short bursts to glance at your lips, before he looks back at you.
"This okay?" He always murmurs gently. Stills his hand, so that his breath only brushes your lips. He's sweet to you, waits for your answer patiently with the blush high on his cheeks. Be it a nod, or a soft yes, he always always always waits for your permission. And when you give it? His lips are meeting yours, pulling a sweet sound from your throat.
Wriothesley is never hurried— he kisses you leisurely, sweetly. Not to say he's not eager, though. His lips mesh and press against yours and pulls you until your chest is crushed against his. He takes his time with you. His arm curls around your waist, and your hands find their place in his hair, carding through dark spikey strands. He sighs whenever you scratch his scalp, and you swallow his breath greedily.
The hand that cups your face tilts you when he's had enough of small, sweet kisses. Tilts you just so, so that when Wriothesley detaches from your lips for just a quick second to press a kiss to your nose then dives right back in, the kiss feels deeper. Languid still, yes, but he's more intense now. There's a newfound hunger in his kisses, as he devours your lips, as if he's been starving and you're the only thing that can sate him.
When his arm squeezes just enough to pull a gasp from your lips, it is Wriothesley's turn to swallow it greedily, returning it with what sounds like a whine of his own. He's gentle in how he handles you, even in his growing hast to crush his lips against yours and pull the breath from your lungs.
"This has to be a dream," He murmurs when he parts from you, panting as he tries to gulp down air. You're no better, leaning against his chest, boneless in the aftermath of his affection. Wriothesley cradles you against him, runs a hand over your back soothingly as he holds you. "You're too perfect to be real," he says, half-joking, and you weakly smack his chest. You doubt he even feels it.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me again," you demand. With a breathless chuckle, the Duke happily obliges, all too happy to take up your attention once more.
Hi there, what kind of kisser do you think Wriothesley is? (this is absolutely not an excuse to request a scenario about making out with him nope nope nope <:3)
Although he looks pretty rough and bad boy-ish, I feel like he is actually a lot softer than one would expect (from the calming music in his office and the way he was so so gentle with the kid hhhhh)
OOOUGHIASD OKAY OKAY HOLDONNN 👀👀
A bit suggestive???? Like;;; I mean dude they make out lmao but there's no indication or even a suggestion of it going any further than kissing, so afaik i don't think i need to put an age restriction
When Wriothesley kisses you, he kisses like he wants to savor you. A tender hand on your cheek, another on your waist. He holds you steady and presses you close to his chest, but makes sure that his grip isn't one that leaves you bruised later. He's gentle as he guides your head to face him. Pale blue eyes barely ever leave your own— only in quick, short bursts to glance at your lips, before he looks back at you.
"This okay?" He always murmurs gently. Stills his hand, so that his breath only brushes your lips. He's sweet to you, waits for your answer patiently with the blush high on his cheeks. Be it a nod, or a soft yes, he always always always waits for your permission. And when you give it? His lips are meeting yours, pulling a sweet sound from your throat.
Wriothesley is never hurried— he kisses you leisurely, sweetly. Not to say he's not eager, though. His lips mesh and press against yours and pulls you until your chest is crushed against his. He takes his time with you. His arm curls around your waist, and your hands find their place in his hair, carding through dark spikey strands. He sighs whenever you scratch his scalp, and you swallow his breath greedily.
The hand that cups your face tilts you when he's had enough of small, sweet kisses. Tilts you just so, so that when Wriothesley detaches from your lips for just a quick second to press a kiss to your nose then dives right back in, the kiss feels deeper. Languid still, yes, but he's more intense now. There's a newfound hunger in his kisses, as he devours your lips, as if he's been starving and you're the only thing that can sate him.
When his arm squeezes just enough to pull a gasp from your lips, it is Wriothesley's turn to swallow it greedily, returning it with what sounds like a whine of his own. He's gentle in how he handles you, even in his growing hast to crush his lips against yours and pull the breath from your lungs.
"This has to be a dream," He murmurs when he parts from you, panting as he tries to gulp down air. You're no better, leaning against his chest, boneless in the aftermath of his affection. Wriothesley cradles you against him, runs a hand over your back soothingly as he holds you. "You're too perfect to be real," he says, half-joking, and you weakly smack his chest. You doubt he even feels it.
"Shut the fuck up and kiss me again," you demand. With a breathless chuckle, the Duke happily obliges, all too happy to take up your attention once more.
wriothesley likes to play this game with you called "what chapstick are you wearing today?" it comes as a result of you being gifted a variety pack of chapsticks and in light of his curiosity for taste, you end up trying all of them. and now, you don't tell him which chapstick you've brought with you for the day so it's up to him to guess which one it is. and guessing comes during the time that you join him for a meal or tea. when you finally enter his office, his pretty eyes flicker between your eyes and lips as a wolfish grin breaks across his face.
"you're not going to give me a kiss?" he tilts his head to the side as you sit across from him, raising your brows as you stir your tea.
"you're insatiable," you shake your head. "drink your tea first. do you want honey or sugar in it?" you're already moving to grab both but wriothesley is quicker, moving to snatch them from your grasp.
"but darling, i can think of something better to sweeten my tea," he leans forward, daring you to ask him what. it's a familiar game you play, full of flirtatious words and actions.
sometimes you give in, other times you don't. and today you opt to roll your eyes and stand up, rounding the table with your cup of tea that you place next to his. he hums in satisfaction, legs spreading wider so you have space to stand as his hands find their place, resting gently on your waist.
he looks up at you and drawls, "care to indulge me?"
the kiss you press to his lips is warm but quick, gone too quickly, if he does say so himself. he chases your lips as you pull away and ask him, "so what chapstick am i using today?" wriothesley thinks it's unfair for you to ask him a question like that when you've only given him such a chaste kiss. he scowls playfully, lips downturned into a pout as he runs through the possible options.
"cherry," he states confidently. it's a wild guess fueled by false certainty but he doesn't care if he's right or wrong. and when you shake your head he doesn't pout, doesn't show any sort of remorse for guessing wrong. instead he tugs you down towards him, capturing your lips again and holding you close. and when you finally pull away from one another, he licks his lip and hums thoughtfully.
"i think i need another kiss to be certain about my answer—"
you pull away and roll your eyes as wriothesley protests and tries to bring you back towards him.
"pomegranate!" he exclaims, standing up quickly before you can escape his loose hold.
you laugh quietly and move to place one hand on his chest, the other sliding up to cup his cheek. he looks down at you with such soft adoration that for a brief second, you wonder what the world's reaction would be to his displays of affection around you. but no matter that thought, because with a nod of confirmation for his correct guess, he's swooping in for another kiss, and you can feel him smiling into it as your upper body leans back slightly, pushing yourself closer to him.
"so what's my prize then?"
reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! <3
a/n: i need to get to class in less than an hour, i don't feel good, but the wrio brainrot was too real and i needed to write it down
author's note; i just want to say that i really love how goofy he turns out to be. i have no complain. none about not having his c1 or his sig. weapon (a little bit for the last one actually)
one of the many pleasures of marriage, in wriothesley's opinion, is that he gets to tease his wife without looking like a creep. you can't blame him. if anything, it's you that should be blamed for being too adorable. despite being married for a few months now, he still managed to get you so flustered from the simplest gesture. unfortunately for you, he's a little too addicted to doing just that.
at the moment, he's leaning against the door frame as he watched your straining your limbs, trying so hard to reach a file on one of the highest rows on your bookshelf. "a moment please!", you sounded rather panicky, didn't even have the time to check who had came to your office. wriothesley chuckled to himself quietly before emerging behind you, sneakily snaking his arms around your figure. "good day to you too, my love", he kissed the exposed skin on your neck, making you gasped.
you turned to face him, "wriothesley! what are you-". "what happened to your ladder?", he interrupted, curiosity taking over. the close proximity made your whole body burns, "the s-step broke last week". he let out a short "oh" before you noticed him lowering himself slighty. without warning, he lifted you up in his strong arms and moved closer to the shelf. you stifled a yelp with one hand, while the other gripped his shoulder for balance.
"go ahead", he cocked his head towards the shelf. you obeyed and frantically grabbed the file as you made a mental note to get your ladder fixed by tomorrow morning. the file was pressed against your chest then in hope that it'll help suppress the violent beating of your heart, "you can put me down now". your husband just hummed, "no. not unless you give me a kiss as a thank you first".
you contemplated on wriggling out of his hold but dropped the idea to the horror of falling over. "s-someone could see us", you whispered as you leaned down for the kiss. "nobody would. and even if, they couldn't possibly accuse the duke of the north guilty for kissing his own wife, could they?". he pressed his lips against yours tenderly. neither of you noticed sedene and her melusine friends watching you in awe from the door until it's too late. the last thing wriothesley remembered was your shriek before being knocked to the ground with a file.
A/N: Extremely long headcanon for the Wriothesley simps. I’d consider this SFW because smut part is not too detailed. Inspired by this post.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is downright intimidating with a commanding presence. You are skeptical of your parents’ choice, especially about choosing an ex-Duke for your bodyguard. You have absolutely no idea how they convinced him, but you have been assured nonetheless he will be extremely capable of protecting you.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley kept his introduction short. “Wriothesley. A pleasure to be working for you, mademoiselle.” He says he’s a former prison warden who decided to change his line of work because he wants to enjoy basking under the sun. And as it seems, being the bodyguard of an illustrious noble, who unfortunately has a lot of malicious eyes on her, is just perfect.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley whose frame is much bigger than yours, only adds to your worries. You know that a form like his comes with the requirements, but whenever he towers over you while surveying your surroundings, you’re just glad he’s on your side and not the enemy’s.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is diligent even when he’s on a break. You had the chance to observe him train - swift jabs, taut muscles, body sweaty, and breathing heavy from the intensity of his routine. Your bodyguard throws in one more punch and the training dummy is instantly frozen and covered in ice.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley who notices your presence and throws a smile your way. Your heart instantly drops and you turn around to leave. Once you’re far enough, you press your back against a wall to steady yourself, well-aware of hard your heart is pounding now. It’s because he caught you, that’s why. Yeah. That’s it.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley who is always behind you even when you do your shopping. Other nobles and Fontainians end up staring. All sorts of rumors naturally come up from him being your lover to him holding you hostage.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is always instantly in front of you with a protective hand hovering over your frame whenever someone approaches you, even a kid. He knows you’re thinking how over-the-top that is, but he only replies with, “You can never be too careful.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley becomes furious when he realizes the dirty tricks of your enemies. One goon attempted to throw a whole bottle of primordial seawater your way, and your bodyguard is quick with his reflexes, pulling you behind him and punching a straight to hit the bottle and freeze the contents which eventually break as ice on the floor.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley sets his eyes on the perpetrator and sprints with a speed you didn’t know he was capable of. He catches the assassin in no time, easily pinning the enemy on the ground like a rag doll.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley who handcuffs the culprit and drags them to the Gardes to report the crime committed. They comment how he still acts like the Duke and he just says, “Nah, I’m a bodyguard now.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley who you notice has a wound just below his eye, some glass shards must have cut him when he broke the bottle. You sit him down to dress the wound despite his protests of, “It’s just a scratch.” But a wound is a wound and it can become serious if it gets infected.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley has his eyes trained on you as work. You will yourself not to get affected and focus on your task, even though your hands are starting to shake and you feel your ears getting red.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley unfortunately notices you and holds your hand still. “Relax.” He smiles, but that only does the opposite. Way to give yourself away. He must know by now how much he affects you.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley allows you to continue once you’ve gathered yourself. You inspect his face further to check if there are other wounds, only to end up tracing the scar under his other eye.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley utters, “Underwater sea monster.” And you have a puzzled look on your face. You proceed to trace the scars on his neck, and he whispers, “Also underwater sea monster.” Your fingers move to his forearms and his gaze follows. “All of these are from an underwater sea monster.” And you direct your gaze at him, sensing jest in his words.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley laughs, canines showing after he tells you, “Hah, just kidding!” You look at him incredulously. “If you can joke around like that, then you must be all right!” You say as a cover up, when in truth your heart is already hammering against your chest at your close proximity with him.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley holds your wrist to keep you in place and look you in the eyes. “Thank you.” He says smiling softly at you, and you cannot hold back anymore so you lean in to press a kiss on his cheek, underneath the wound you treated.
Bodyguard!Wriostheley is frozen at your actions, a surprised look on his face. “I’m the one who should be thanking you.” You can feel your face heating up and you avoid his eyes. “Just doing my job.” He says, his expression unreadable. You suddenly hope the ground would swallow you whole, thinking that you might have gone overboard.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley accompanies you to a ball organized by the hydro archon. You are one of the honored guests for your contribution to Fontaine’s technology, and naturally you have several eyes on you. Your bodyguard is hyper-focused, scanning everything and never letting anything get past him, even though you told him to enjoy the night.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is immediately shielding you with his body when he sees a man approach you. “Mademoiselle, I was just hoping to ask you for a dance.” The man, seemingly an aristocrat from abroad, says as his mouth forms in what seems to be disgust. “And I would appreciate it if you could tell your guard dog to stand down.” You grit your teeth at the insult and you step forward, ready to defend your bodyguard’s honor. “How dare you—”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley who raises a protective hand over you, interjects in a dangerous tone. “That’s right, I’m her guard dog. And if you try anything funny, I will not hesitate to maul you to pieces, so bad, that no one else will be able to recognize you.” He naturally looms over the noble, who now seems to be cowering in fear. “Tch, whatever. You’ll pay for threatening me!”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley crosses his arms in amusement, taunting the other man further. “Heh, so you have a reason to be threatened then?” The noble retreats but leaves with a warning, “We’re not done!”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley whose eyes immediately soften when he turns his attention to you. Your hands wrapping around his arm to remind him not to cause a scene, especially not in front of Furina. “Are you all right?” His voice is full of concern as he turns his body to you to block your view of the man who disturbed you. “You shouldn’t have let him call you that.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley merely chuckles at your words. “That’s the only sensical thing he said. I don’t mind being called your guard dog. I’m entirely loyal to you, after all.” He declares as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. You lightly hit his arm and hope he would stop teasing you in such a crowded place.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is quick to snatch the champagne glass from your hand and shatter it on the ground, startling several guests and catching the attention of the hydro archon. But everyone witnesses how the liquid fizzles and dissolves a part of the wooden floor. “Attempted murder!” Furina gushes and orders everyone to stay put.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley throws a dangerous look at the direction of the man, who responds with a contemptuous gaze before slipping away successfully. Your bodyguard scowls, but ensures to stay with you for now to keep you safe from any other attempts that may occur.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley places his coat around your shoulders as he escorts you home. You can’t help but cry from what transpired: the near-death experience, the embarrassment of causing a scene, and the fear that some organization wants you dead all come crashing at you.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley guides your head slowly to his chest, silently telling you to go ahead and release the pent up emotions you have. The gentle strokes on your hair only pushes you to cry out further, but the thumb wiping away your tears and the warm lips on your forehead eventually calm you down.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley carries your tired, sleeping form to your room. He slowly sets you down on your bed and then ensures everything is secure before leaving you to rest.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley peers over your shoulder as you read the paper from the Steambird one morning. The gigantic headline is no doubt the talk of the town and will be sensational for a while. “Assassin who attempted murder on the renowned Fontainian noble, arrested!”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is smug, yet you notice the dark circles under his eyes. You proceed to read the paper indicating how the headquarters of your enemy has been infiltrated, all lackeys including the mastermind beaten to a pulp, and a recorder containing a narrative of all their crimes, including their location was conveniently sent to the Chief Justice’s office. Before the crack of dawn, the entire organization has been taken down and each member has been sent directly to the Fortress of Meropide.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is obviously feigning innocence as he sips his morning tea. “Yes, mademoiselle?” You keep staring at him without a word, your silence a clear indication that you know who’s responsible for everything. He grabs the newspaper then proceeds to cover his face by spreading out the pages. “They made you cry.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley is probably resting after pulling off his agenda. He deserves it, yet you pace back and forth in front of his door because sleep decided to evade you that night. You’re worried he’s gotten hurt so you contemplate on whether to knock or not, afraid you might disturb him.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley opens the door suddenly that you ended up squealing. “Did you know I’m here?” You ask, noting how he’s dressed down with a sleeveless shirt that perfectly shows off his sculpted arms and a pair soft slacks. “It’s hard to ignore your footsteps.” He says, voice raspy and he rubs the sleep away from his eyes. You feel guilty now that you find out you did disturb him. “Sorry.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley chuckles quietly at you. “Did you need anything?” He asked and you are prompted why you are there in the first place. “I wanted to check if you’re all right. I can’t sleep unless I know how you’re doing.” He blinks at your words and grins. “I’m all right, mademoiselle. Please go to sleep. It’s improper for a lady to be in front of a man’s room at this time of night.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley only ruffles his hair when he sees you with determined eyes. It seems like you won’t believe him when he tells you he is unscathed. “I still want to see.” He sighs and lets you in. “Go ahead, check.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley unabashedly pulls his shirt over his head and turns his back on you. Your heart instantly goes haywire, but you’re the one who wanted to find out that he’s all right, so you step forward to inspect him for fresh wounds.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley twitches when your fingers make contact with his skin. “Does it hurt?” You ask immediately pulling your hand away. “No, I’m just…Does that put your mind at ease?” He asks, turning away. His ears have begun to turn red. “Not yet. Turn around.” You say but he remains still as if he didn’t hear you.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley flinches when you repeat your words, but obediently does as he’s told. His eyes are cast to the side when you pull the shirt away from his torso. No new wounds nor bruises anywhere, just old scars. You end up tracing the ones on his neck that extends down his chest before your palm presses over his heart. Ah, so it’s beating just as hard as yours.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley holds your hand, his skin flushed. “I told you I’m all right.” He states in a low voice and you nod in agreement. “Will you be able to sleep now?” He asks as he turns away and puts his shirt back on. “I’m not sleepy.” Your eyes are on the ground, head a bit dizzy from how everything seemed to have gotten warmer than usual.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley tells you to sit down, and you watch as he brews you tea. “This helps me calm my nerves whenever my adrenaline is high.” He sets down a cup in front of you and watch as the steam rises from it. It smells nice. It was only then that you noticed the variety of blends that he had in his cupboard.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley stays up with you until you yawn and express that the tea worked. “It’s time for you to sleep.” He says and you agree. He follows you thinking you’ll be walking to the door, but you plop down on his bed and he panics. “You are going to get me in trouble, mademoiselle.” He states as he kneels down on the bed, preparing to carry you to your room.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley almost crashes on top of you when you lock your arms around his neck. “Your bed smells just like you.” You murmur and he doesn’t know what to do anymore. “Please, let’s get you back to your room.” You turn your body to the side in protest. You hear him sigh and he leaves you alone. You roll over only to see him walking toward the couch.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley feels defeated when you forcefully try to squeeze in with him on his couch, which barely accommodates you and him. His arms are in the air as he watches you make yourself comfortable by throwing an arm over his waist and settling your head under his chin and against his chest. “Mademoiselle, I’m not a good man, you know.” You barely register what he said and before you succumbed to sleep, you respond, “Ironically, that’s what a good man would say.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley couldn’t decide whether he had the best sleep or the worst. Your body is against his, every soft bump and every curve within his reach. His hands have settled on the back of your head and on the small of your back, the scent of your shampoo is intoxicating him.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley watches you sip the same morning tea as his. Your eyes are still half-closed as you lean against the counter, your warm drink lulling you to sleep instead of waking you up. You can feel the weight of your bodyguard’s eyes on you that it makes you feel overly conscious. “Sorry, did you not sleep well?”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley approaches you then pulls the teacup away from your grasp to place it on the table behind him. “Please forgive me for what I’m about to do.” He lifts you up then sets you down on the counter, his hand quickly settles under your jaw, his arm snakes around your waist, his crotch presses against your core, and his lips firmly slots on yours. He drinks you in and you respond with just as much fervor, your hands frantic on his nape and in his hair.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley has his lips on your jaw and then proceeds to nibble on your neck. He moves your sweater to the side and bites on your shoulder to leave a mark that you can’t help but moan directly in his ear. You feel him harden against you and that’s when you decided. “Bed, now.” You order him and his forehead drops on your shoulder, a heavy breath escaping him. You sense his hesitation so you crane his head up and kiss him again to coax him. “Are you sure?” He inquires against your lips, his hands now languidly rubbing your thighs. “Yes.”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley sets you down on his mattress and kisses you fervidly, only stopping to remove his clothes. In seconds, he has you bare underneath him and he spends his time worshipping every inch of your body, ensuring that he brings you pleasure again and again before he fully claims you as his. You whimper once he finally does, your lips chanting his name, and he has to remain patient to keep himself from hurting you. All the while he keeps pressing soft kisses on your face and neck as he whispers repeatedly how good you feel. He sends you over the edge several times until you and him are completely spent.
Bodyguard!Wriothesley asks you if you would take a walk at the gardens of the Opera Epiclese with him. He says that it’s to clear your mind and to get a breath of fresh air. He rarely requests anything from you so you agree, much to his delight. He offers his arm and leads you to a fountain, away from citizens. “Mademoiselle,” He begins, uncharacteristically sounding nervous. It’s the first time he’s like this around you. “I asked your parents if I can protect you for the rest of my life.” You instantly come to a halt and remain rooted in your spot. “Do you mean…?”
Bodyguard!Wriothesley walks ahead of you then turns to face you, taking both of your hands in his before dropping down on one knee. “I asked for your hand in marriage.” You gasp as he reveals a box containing a beautiful diamond ring. “Will you allow me to keep protecting you?”
Wriothesley who looks at you like you're his world, cups your face in his hands and peppers kisses all over like it's all he's made to do. Who is so soft when he does it, who's kisses feel like brush of a butterfly's wing. He always makes sure to kiss the tip of your nose, too, because he says your face scrunches up when he does so, and the sight doesn't leave his mind for days afterward.
Wriothesley who holds you close and weaves your fingers together every chance he can get. He even makes it a habit of pressing the back of your hand to his lips, and delights whenever you shiver at the feel of his kiss. He likes to pull you around by your interconnected hands, and feels no shame or embarrassment when others see. He just puffs up his chest, gets this smile on his face, and pulls you along.
Wriothesley who feels his whole world light up whenever you smile. He always has to fight the urge to kiss you silly when you do— his reasoning being that you're 'too damn sweet when you smile.' He treasures every smile you send his way, makes sure that he remembers everything that makes you happy. His reasoning? So that he can make you smile for the rest of your life.
Wriothesley who spins you around when you dance, and always catches you if you fall. If your feet get tangled, the steps too quick or too complicated for you to keep up with sometimes, he's always there to lift you up. He has not dropped you a single time— a fact he takes pride in. Even if you step on his feet, even if he has to lunge or twist his body just to make sure you don't hit the ground, he'll do it. He'll do anything to keep you safe.
"Why do you love me?" You ask him one night, sitting on the edge of your shared bed, clad only in your nightclothes. Wriothesley perks up from where he's already under the sheets, only in a pair of sweatpants. His hair is so messy already.
"Why?" The love of your life echoes. He scooches closer and sits beside you on the bed. So close that your thighs brush. So close that, even with your brows furrowed and gaze trained on the floor, you see the soft, sweet look he fixes you with. Wriothesley gently takes one of your hands, weaves your fingers together, and sets the jumbled mess on his lap.
"Well. That's sure a heavy question. One that I don't think has just one answer." He chuckles. You remain silent, and he sighs, squeezing your hand.
"Perhaps I love you because you are kind to me." Wriothesley says at last. He hums. "Maybe I love you because when I see you, it's like the whole room fills with sunshine, even if we're at the bottom of the sea."
He inches closer. Your thighs are pressed together. The tops of your arms brush. He tilts his head to the side a little, the edges of his hair brushing your temple. "It could be because you're my favorite person. Your voice is my favorite to listen to. Your touch is my favorite to feel. And your smile? Oh, your smile is my absolute favorite sight in the world, sweetheart."
One of his arms wraps around you then, tugging you into his side as he holds you. Steady. Gently. Like he's got his whole world in front of him.
"It could be for all those reasons, and a billion other more," Wriothesley muses. "I could spend my whole lifetime telling you all the reasons I love you, and that still wouldn't be enough time."
the (almost) complete Bungou Stray Dogs reading list
as a dostoyevsky fan i first discovered bsd by being very confused whenever i saw pretty anime boys in the crime and punishment tag, so now i’m using bsd to discover more classic literature, and you can too!
this is my personal list straight from my phone notes app, of the most significant works mentioned in the series. italized titles are those that i really couldn’t find an english translation of but they’re there for completeness (if you’ve found one please comment!)
i’ve also got links to the french text of all works that are originally in french, because i read french and as said this list is just adapted from my personal notes hahaha
special shoutout goes to @bsd-bibliophile and their website from where i got many of the links, especially the works of the japanese authors, as well as the bsd recommended reading list ❤️
links are pdfs unless otherwise specified
the armed detective agency:
no longer human by dazai osamu
the moon over the mountain by nakajima atsushi (beast beneath the moonlight)
an encouragement of learning by fukuzawa yukichi (all men are equal)
o brother, you must not die by yosano akiko (thou shalt not die)
kunikida doppo’s works
the makioka sisters by tanizaki junichirou (light snow)
naomi by tanizaki junichirou
be not defeated by the rain by miyazawa kenji [online]
demon pond by izumi kyouka (demon snow)
edogawa ranpo’s works
i am a cat by natsume souseki
futon by tayama katai
the port mafia:
rashoumon by akutagawa ryuunosuke (link includes o-gin that akutagawa gin is based on)
this soiled sorrow by nakahara chuuya (upon the tainted sorrow) [online]
golden demon by ozaki kouyou
falling camellia by hirotsu ryuurou
the dancing girl by mori ougai (elise)
vita sexualis by mori ougai [epub]
higuchi ichiyou’s works (no ability specified yet, but see for example encounters on a dark night)
midwinter memento by tachihara michizou
lemon by kajii motojirou
dogra magra by yumeno kyuusaku [website, incomplete translation] (it appears there’s a full french translation for like $1k if yall are interested lmao)
madness of george III by alan bennett (madness of the jewel king) pretty sure this one’s still copyrighted, hence why they couldn’t use alan bennett’s name for ace, and why i can’t find any pdf copies
the guild:
the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald (the great fitzgerald)
little women by louisa m. alcott
the grapes of wrath by john steinbeck [online/pdf/epub]
the scarlet letter by nathaniel hawthorne
gone with the wind by margaret mitchell [online/pdf/epub]
anne of green gables by l. m. montgomery (anne of the abyssal red)
moby dick by herman melville
the adventures of tom sawyer by mark twain (huck finn and tom sawyer)
the adventures of huckleberry finn by mark twain (huck finn and tom sawyer)
the black cat by edgar allan poe (the black cat in the rue morgue) [online]
the murders in the rue morgue by edgar allan poe (the black cat in the rue morgue) [online]
the call of cthulhu by h. p. lovecraft (the great old ones) [online]
the rats in the house of the dead:
crime and punishment by fyodor dostoevsky
a feast in time of plague by alexander pushkin [online/pdf/epub]
the precipice by ivan goncharov (this is an abridged translation please buy the new 2020 unabridged translation titled malinovka heights please it’s one of my all-time favourite books please thank you for your attention)
the perfect crime by oguri mushitarou
the decay of angels:
the overcoat by nikolai gogol
dracula by bram stoker [online/pdf/epub] (bram’s ability isn’t named yet but come on who are we kidding)
sigma has been speculated to be a reference to sigmund freud
the hunting dogs:
mirror lion by fukuchi ouchi (online summary)
gasp of the soul by ookura teruko (see bewitching shadow which is the only work of anyone from the hunting dogs with full english translation!)
priceless tears by jouno saigiku
plum blossoms in snow by suehiro tetchou (wikipedia)
special division for unusual powers:
discourse on decadence by sakaguchi ango
hail in the begging bowl [online/pdf] (an essay by james abrams on the life and poetry of taneda santoka, from which the ability name is derived)
order of the clock tower:
and then there were none by agatha christie
dark era:
strait is the gate by andré gide (french original, online)
flawless by oda sakunosuke (see his other works from the stories of osaka life collection that has been translated into english, which can be found on the @bsd-bibliophile website)
55 minutes:
the time machine by h. g. wells
the mysterious island by jules verne (french original, online/epub)
matasaburou of the wind by miyazawa kenji [online] (atsushi’s alias)
johann wolfgang von goethe (mentioned)
william shakespeare (mentioned)
victor hugo (mentioned) les misérables french original
fifteen + storm bringer:
illuminations by arthur rimbaud [online] (french original, online/epub)
paul verlaine’s poetry [online/epub] (french original, online/epub)
frankenstein by mary shelley (adam frankenstein)
gaiden:
another by ayatsuji yukito (volume 1, volume 2, volume 3)
the summer in the ubume by kyougoku natsuhiko (an inherent drop)
yesterday’s shadow tag by tsujimura mizuki
dead apple:
shibusawa tatsuhiko’s works (referred to collectively as draconia, see fish scales which has been translated into english)
chapter titles and other references:
franz kafka’s works (our man asagiri) metamorphosis [online/epub] the trial [online/epub]
the setting sun by osamu dazai (have you seen all those dazai sunset scenes in the anime)
house of the dead by fyodor dostoevsky (the rats in the house of the dead) [online/epub]
the black lizard by hirotsu ryuurou
the case of murder on D hill by edogawa ranpo (murder on D street, ch 6)
poems of days past by nakahara chuuya (back in the day, ch 11) see poem collection
light, wind and dreams by nakajima atsushi (even if my head be mistaken, ch 29)
if you’re gonna read the above you should probably be acquainted with robert louis stevenson’s works, like the strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde [online/epub]
tower of silence by mori ougai (the silent tower and the raven’s feast, ch 30)
husband and wife by nakajima atsushi (cherrirs, ch 43)
dreaming of butterflies by hagiwara sakutarou (ch 65-66)
the sheep song by nakahara chuuya (the chant to activate chuuya’s corruption)
les sœurs de charité by arthur rimbaud (the chant to activate verlaine’s corruption) french original
this is all the main works i could find, but naturally bsd is chock-full of literature references so please feel free to add to this list if you have anything! again i have to direct you to bsd-bibliophile’s online library for more complete resources and relevant authors that are not directly mentioned in bsd + a bunch of other useful content, i swear that page is one of my most-visited websites hahaha
other great resources for free books that have entered the public domain, where i got most of the links to the western book on this list:
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