#wolf wriothesley

[thatoneneuvichiliauthor]

I’m seriously tempted to write about Wriothesley x Neuvillette x Childe x Zhongli (not necessarily in that order), if only just for the mental image of Zhongli and Neuvillette coming home to the sight of Childe and Wriothesley snuggly cuddled up against one another in their fox and wolf forms.

[venusandsaturnsrings]

oh no it's breeding season and ur caught up between a wolf (wrio) and a fox (taru) and they both want u all creampied and ready for their babies oh nooooooooo

(yes ive been fantasizing being squished between them and their big fat thick cocks and getting bred all day everyday in bed in shower asleep awake hrrrrtdnsjdbfjjfkd)

THIS IS REAL!! wrio stole my heart swiftly and i could actually talk abt how meaningful he is to me personally as a character im so serious… first story quest i cried during im not joking i SOBBED

sorry this is sort of yandere?? they’re both terribly toxic i’m sorry taru is like that by nature and wrio is a ball of jealousy… thinks abt making a whole fic abt this like my ancient taru n diluc one… hmm… ponders…

they’re an… interesting duo, for lack of better words. a felon that’s feared worldwide and the warden that kept, and lost, him briefly. should they be introduced as purely animals, they’d have major territory beef. both very possessive creatures but, if they play their cards right, a dangerous concoction. the agreement and consequential relationship they share is not one borne of any commonalities or good intentions, it’s simply out of convenience. two big strong men is better than one, no?

wolf and fox mating seasons occur at the same time so the ‘contract’ of sorts is sealed shortly before nothing but instinct takes over them both.

Wriothesley is careful in his planning, meticulously keeping eyes on you via his over world connections. he keeps a notebook in a locked drawer, not that anyone would dare to search through his quarters, with every little detail of your likes, dislikes, dreams, and virtues. to not have such knowledge of you would be disrespectful, he concludes in a slightly deluded manner. nonetheless, he adds small photos and clippings of products you’ve used into the pristinely kept book.

Ajax takes things upon himself. to allow anyone else in his life, minus that wolf, to perceive you in a desirable light would be atrocious. has he disposed of other suitors? that’s nothing you need to worry about. he can be found trailing your scent around like a hormonal kit, picking up on every slight change in your mood or, god forbid, your arousal. when you’re safe in the sanctuary of home, he’s happily heading back to his temporary but luxurious apartment in Fontaine to prepare the necessary space and items for the upcoming season. his ears and tail are flipping happily the whole time.

when the time finally comes, you don’t have much space to think before a gruff and irritable looking prison warden is nosing you in the direction of Ajax’s place, grumbling about how it’s best you follow directions. you’re most certainly flustered by his scent, a musky floral that’s faintly spicy, as his right hand is planted on your lower back; not may words are shared between the two of you. when Ajax opens the door, he’s practically vibrating out of his skin, cheerily tugging you inside to rub his face against your neck affectionately. he’s very talkative during his ruts as opposed to Wrios near perpetual silence. he rambles on and on about how they’ll take such good care of you as hands begin removing your clothing from behind. Ajax smells like oranges and ginger with an earthy undertone that combines surprisingly nicely with Wrios smell.

they’re all over you in more ways than one and you’ll be lucky if you can move at the end of the season.