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catcze · 2 months
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OHHHHH MY GOD thinking abt Wriothesley who thinks he keeps his feelings for you hidden, that he does a great job at making sure absolutely nobody in the fortress knows how he’s practically in love with you— but it turns out that everyone knows. From the inmates to the staff, hell even Neuvilette and Clorinde know.
It’s pretty difficult not to spot how the duke dotes on you, with how he offers you food and drinks whenever convenient, with how he lets you use his jacket as a pillow when you nap on the couch in his office.
But the most telling sign is the way that Wriothesley looks at you when he thinks you can’t see him. How his eyes soften imperceptibly as he looks at you, and how the small beginnings of a smile make its way onto his face. The duke gazes at you as if there is nothing more interesting in the world than to watch you exist— he gazes at you contentedly, and anyone who sees it immediately knows: Wriothesley is in love.
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catcze · 5 months
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Hear me out, hear me out!
We've heard of Wrio with an s/o that buys him tea sets and he treasures them. But! What about an s/o who makes him tea sets? Every detail, every pattern is sculpted and painted by hand.
OH 🥺 Oh I just know that he would treasure that so damn much. The guy already appreciates and loves the tea sets you randomly buy him throughout your day, but knowing that you took the time and went through the effort of actually making one yourself?
He gets choked up when you first present it to him. He runs a finger over the designs painted into the side of a teacup, touch so gentle and light, as if he fears it'd shatter at just a touch. He wouldn't say anything for a good, long while. Just looks at the tea set on his desk with an unreadable expression.
His silence has gotten to the point that for a second you think he must hate it— that he's thinking of a good way to turn it down. But that notion is washed away when he turns to you and envelops you in a warm hug, just shy of crushing. He pulls you close to his chest, buries his head in your hair. It takes some squirming to free them, but eventually your hands come to wrap around his shoulders.
"Thank you," Wriothesley murmurs quietly, so low that if you weren't chest to chest with you, you might have missed it.
You squeeze him, leaning in. "You're welcome."
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catcze · 5 months
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I know you probably meant Reader being in denial for the "Won't Say I'm In Love" thing... but imagine if you will. Neuvillette or Wriothesley trying so damn hard to deny their feelings, but literally everyone around them keeps pointing out how obvious it is (Furina is teasing Neuvillette and Sigewinne is trying to encourage Wriothesley)
!!! OH THAT IS CUTE CUTEEE
Oh I can just see how Furina would go out of her way to hold tea parties every.single.afternoon, and how she would always make it a point to invite you and Neuvillette.
Given that Neuvi isn't, like, the most chatty guy, Furina would hard carry when it comes to making him participate in the conversation. Especially since he's in denial / is unaware of the depth of his feelings to you, I feel like he'd be more shy, too. Hence where Furina comes in !! The two of you are the ones who mostly converse, with Neuvillette listening as he sips his water, with Furina pulling him into the conversation every now and then.
And oh if the hydro archon just conveniently happens to forget that she had somewhere to go this afternoon, then she's terribly sorry. Oh, but there's still so much tea and cake left, though! It would be such a terrible shame if all this were to go to waste just because of her hasty departure. No! She won't allow such a waste of perfectly good desserts. Please, sit back down and spend as much time as you'd like. She's sure that Neuvillette would be more than happy to keep you company :)
And as for Wriothesley— he's just being hard-headed, if you ask Sigewinne. She's been privy to the duke's feelings for you for quite some time now, and has been telling him to just go and shoot his shot already. But time and time again, no matter how much she assures him, he insists that it is unprofessional.
You work for the palais mermonia and come down here nearly every other day! How awkward would it be to see you if you were to reject him? Sigewinne always rolls her eyes and has to bite her tongue from saying that it is blatantly obvious (to her, at least) that you would never in a million years be bothered by his advances. She's so tired of this back-and-forth pining that she meddles— just a teensy bit.
She asks the duke one day if his feelings for you are genuine— if he really, really, likes you, and his answer is genuine. Sigewinne nods, satisfied, walks out of his office, and he doesn't think much of it. Not until that afternoon, at least, when he walks back into his office from dealing with a skirmish, and finds both you and his head nurse seated on his couches, drinking some tea. "Hi!" you greet him when he pauses in shock at the top of the stairs. "I was told there's something important I should know?" You smile, oblivious to the sudden flipping of his stomach. Sigewinne smiles from the couch, taking a sip of her tea.
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catcze · 1 month
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How do you think a first date with Wriothesley would go?
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!! Honestly, i have a feeling that it could be a really cute and kinda chill experience!! Imo, I feel like Wriothesley hasn't been on many dates or had romantic relationships because of how living in the fortress before him taking over likely wouldn't have afforded him much time for romance + how busy he probably would've been after taking his new spot + his canon trust issues, so if he likes you enough to actually ask you out on a date, then he is going to do his best to do this right, you know?
He'll show up on your doorstep at the time you agreed on, your favorite flowers in hand and a dashing grin on his face. He wouldn't bring you out anywhere too fancy, where both of you would feel uncomfortable, but instead to somewhere private for just the two of you to talk and be yourselves, like to a little cafe in the city, hidden in the alleys and away from the busy foot traffic. Somewhere you mentioned wanting to go before, even if just in passing, that Wriothesley thought you'd like.
You both have your food, have your drinks. You both talk and joke and look at each other fondly when the other speaks, all things you've already been dong. It's just that now, you hold hands on top of the table and neither of you have to try and hide how attracted you are to each other.
Wriothesley is a perfect gentleman throughout all of it. Pulling back your chair, letting you order whatever you want, happily listening to you talk about whatever has caught your interest recently (goodness, you could talk about anything and this man would give you his full attention) paying for everything, even if you insist on splitting the bill (he jokes that you can pay the next time you go out. When you agree, he perks up and smiles brightly, delighted that there would be a next time) and then offering you his elbow to escort you back home.
He leads you back to your door and kisses the back of your hand, trying so hard to refrain from kissing you on the lips right then and there. But when you pout, asking him if that's the only kiss you're getting tonight, that gentlemanly front falls, and he can't resist giving you a sweet, quick kiss on your lips. And when he feels you smile against it, his knees nearly go weak and his heartbeat skyrockets.
You leave him blushing from just a small kiss, forehead pressed against yours. And when you poke his cheek, giggling at the flush that only darkens with each second your eyes meet, Wriothesley is already so so excited for your next date.
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catcze · 1 month
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It's late where I am but I have to write this before I forget.
Wrio finding out his partner makes plushies of him and you to give to Sigewinne and she, bless her heart, asks you to make a plushie of yourself to give Wrio.
omg i hope you got some sleep after sending this to me!! Mwah mwah <3
And wait that's actually so adorable ?? TT like, I can see Sigewinne cherishing the little plushies you make for her— keeping them safe on a shelf in her room and occasionally bringing them with her to the infirmary on stressful, busy days.
She loves these plushies so so much, especially since you handmade them, and even included little magnets in plush-wrio and plush-you's hands, so that if she places them close enough together, they'd hold hands.
And it doesn't escape her notice how Wriothesley's eyes are drawn to them the first time he sees them in her infirmary. How he's rendered silent as he appreciates them, how he kinda even pouts as he asks her where she got them and she tells them that you made them for her.
Knowing that Wriothesley isn't really the type to come out and ask you himself, Sigewinne does it for him instead, mentioning how she saw him looking at the gifts you gave her, how he seemed to really like them, and how she thinks it'd help keep him company on days where the two of you aren't together.
So you make a little plushie of yourself!! And you pull out all the stops on this one. You give mini-you magnets in your hands too, and find a little teacup for you to hold, and a bunch of other accessories too. When you give it to Wrio, little teacup in hand so that 'he has someone to share teatime with when you can't see him' he gets the softest fucking look on his face, and he holds the little plush so gently as if he's scared it'll break. All in all, it's safe to say that he like the gift very very much ♡
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catcze · 5 months
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I can totally see Wriothesley as the type to be playfully annoyed by over-the-top PDA, but only because he doesn't have someone to do that with. He'd also totally say something like, "If I had to be anyone's husband, I'd rather be yours."
SO TRUE ANON SO ASIKJDHNKASJN
YOU GET ME YOU GET ME YOU GET MEEEEEEEE Oh goodness, and the way that he would pretend to be annoyed with how often you try to give him hugs from behind, or how you always trot up to him cooing about how ‘my husband looks sooo handsome today!’ Followed by a big, wet smooch on his cheek— even though he secretly loves it and keeps your doting affection close to his chest.
And if one day, you mess with him a little and instead of your usual over-the-top greeting in the morning, you just give him a quick peck on the cheek and a rushed ‘Morning, Wrio,’ before attempting to go off somewhere else— how he’d snag you by the waist and pull you back into his embrace, brow furrowed and a borderline pout on his lips.
“ ‘Wrio?’ “ He says, almost sounding offended. “What happened to calling me ‘husband’?”
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catcze · 5 months
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No thoughts. Just spoiling Wriothesley with the most intricate looking tea sets and him having to use them all bc ofc he would, and whenever he's having tea with Clorinde he uses a different strange looking set each time and she's like "wtf???"
Gosh I can imagine Wrio being so enthusiastic about it too ?! Like, whenever you present him with a new tea set, no matter how intricate or quirky or even sometimes how downright unusual they seem, he always accepts them with a wide smile and a grateful kiss to your cheek because !!! You bought this !! For him!! You were out and about on your own time, and you thought that this was something he'd like, so you got it to make him happy. That thought in and of itself is already enough to make each tea set you bring home for him incredibly precious, and has him loving each one to the ends of the earth.
I feel like he'd treat them like his good good sets, too, you know? Like, he won't be pulling out one of the tea sets you get him for just any old guest— nope, they're always stored securely and safely, so he only brings them out when he's around people important to him and that he knows will take good care of them. Neuvillette, Sigewinne, Clorinde, and you, of course.
It was particularly funny to see the perplexed furrow in Clorinde's brow the first few times he pulled out one of those intricate sets you'd gifted him. She'd since gotten used to seeing him pull them out when they had tea together, though, and has even gotten used to Wriothesley's quiet preening and proud smirk whenever he happily declares that you got him another tea set.
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catcze · 5 months
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ok but your recent ask DID make me wonder what a kindergarten teacher reader x wrio would look like? he does have a soft spot for kids soooo👀
I can see it happening since there might be many children of the inmates who can’t leave (there’s a char from a world quest who was in this situation)
so imagine there’s program set up in the fortress to get the children to a standardised education level (so that when they eventually leave they’re not behind their peers), and that’s when reader gets into the picture. So, it starts off with wrio politely chatting, before it turns into something more. I leave it to the wrio experts to expand on this 🫡
- 🕸️ anon
Spiderweb baby you're gonna open a can of worms with this idea because I will get so self indulgent with this haskdjna
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Literally that would be so cute though 🥺 I can see reader and Wrio working closely together too, since i feel that Wrio would make it a priority of his to know that these kids are alright, and he'd even help out with watching the kids sometimes :((
Like like like 😭 The reader would be super sweet in supervising the kids whenever their parents have to work in the fortress, and would keep them in a cute little classroom / nursery place where they can run around and play in a safe place away from all the machinery, yk?
And one day, imagine that the reader made a deal with the kids that if they're well behaved and did well on their test, they can spend an afternoon touring the fortress. And since their kids really made an effort to behave themselves and to study, the reader puts in a request to the duke's office to ask for some extra hands in helping watch over the kids. You just expect him to assign some guards to help out, but you're surprised when he instead volunteers himself for the role instead, claiming that there's no one who knows the fortress better than him, and that it would be good for him to see how they're doing, too!
And from there, you both have fun giving the kids the tour, and it makes them all really like 'uncle Rise-ley' instead of being fearful of him. They even ask for him a couple of times in the days after the tour, and when you tell him, Wriothesley starts coming by more often :(( and from thereeee, he starts visiting after class hours too— first just to check on you and help you grade papers, maybe if you need any books or materials from the surface.
Then it becomes more, like bringing you to the cafeteria so that you don't miss your meals, or giving you your own private tour of the fortress (just in case you need it, of course. Not just because he wanted to go on a long walk with you or anything.) And eventually, the line blurs a bit between simply spending time with each other after your work, and him basically taking you out on cute dates haskdjnas
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catcze · 7 months
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HII ITS THE ANON WHO SAID WRIO IS LIKE FLYNN RIDER LMAOO I SUPPORT ALL BRAINROT RELATING TO THIEF WRIO 🤭🤭 i think him and a sheltered royal reader would be very like. reader falls first wrio falls harder LMAO— u got me thinking about it now what can I do 💔
HI BABYY WELCOME BACK ♡♡
Thanks for supporting my brainrot LMAOOO it literally started bc of u HAHAA /pos
Now let me get u thinking about it more 👀👀👀👀👀👀
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In a Fantasy AU vaguely inspired by tangled (I say vaguely bc it's got some elements, but not all of them yk?) Wriothesley is a master thief, who always snags whatever he sets his mind on. You, on the other hand, are the only child of the king and queen, and the sole heir to the throne. You're kept strictly within the castle and forbidden from leaving since you had been kidnapped once as a child, and your parents fear that happening to you again. You used to despise it, being locked up, but over the years you've grown to accept it (not necessarily like it, you've just stopped trying to escape the castle every so often.)
Now, Wriothesley plans to steal your crown, the heir's crown to the kingdom, as his biggest heist yet. So he sneaks past the guards one night, gets into the palace and even manages to sneak up to your room. He's so close— so close!— to getting his hands on the heir's crown, but there's one thing that he overlooks. Because no one in the kingdom has seen you, and information on you is so limited, there's no way for him to have known that you possess a dendro vision. So taking him by surprise, you manage to knock him out and tie him up in vines and flowers. When he wakes up, you manage to broker a deal with him: He wants your crown, right? Well, you have no use for the thing. Not really. To you, it's just a reminder that you're destined to be trapped and lonely for the rest of your life. So you'll give it to him— on the condition that he takes you to see the lantern rite festival in the nearby kingdom of Liyue.
And though its far, though his pride stings at being caught by some recluse of a royal, what choice does he really have? Refuse, and be caught by the guards? Not a chance. So he agrees to your terms and sneaks you out of the tower and leads you into town, where you see the world for the first time.
From there, it's a whole journey navigating from Fontaine to Liyue with you— but you get there just in the nick of time for the lantern rite to start. He brings you around, lets you sample food with glittering eyes, lets you buy fabrics and nicknacks, and pays with his own money. Wriothesley even manages to rent out a quaint pagoda with a balcony, where you can watch the festivities and the lanterns glow across the harbour. There, he basks along the railing with you, eating skewers and fried rice, letting the music and cheer put him at ease. As he talks to you, listens to you ramble on and on about how beautiful the place is and how you'd love to come back one day, Wriothesley finds that he no longer cares about getting his hands on that crown. All he cares about now is the flush on his face and the realization that somewhere, across the way from Fontaine to Liyue, you had managed to steal his heart.
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catcze · 4 months
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Thinking about Wriothesley pulling you into deep kisses when you come visit him during his lunch/tea breaks, then teasing if you can't guess what kind tea he just drank, he won't kiss you the rest of the night. Y'know. Just to be a little shit about it. Your brain is too scrambled to process any scent or flavor tbh
This ask has been marinating for, like, 3 months anon I am so sorry
BUT OOO goodness, and he'd know the kind of effect he'd have on you, too! He'd grin and try to smother a little giggle when he sees you blink and just sorta blue screen after his kiss. And yes, he's joking and he very very very much intends to give you lots of kisses tonight, but it's incredibly adorable to see you flounder and sputter as you try to guess what kind of tea he drank.
He'd probably use it as an excuse to give you another kiss too! "Oh, too fast for you to tell? Well, can't have that. I'll be sure to make it last longer this time," or smthn !! ♡♡
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catcze · 2 months
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Giving Wrio one of those super elaborate but tasty cakes that you see online. It's large, multilayered, beautifully decorated, and has hidden surprise of chocolates and candies in the center when you cut a slice.
!! Oh baby if you do that, he is gonna be bringing out his fancy fancy tea to have with it, you know? For such a splendid gift, it’s only right that he brings out the big guns.
When you first wheeled it out on the little cart you use for afternoon tea, he has to take a few minutes to admire the craftsmanship of the cake. From the height of it (he’s sure the two of you aren’t gonna be able to finish this thing alone) to the details and skill that went into the decorations of the cake. He almost doesn’t want to eat it— almost.
Wrio will be the one to cut the cake and serve it— and as usual, he always makes sure that the first slice goes to you, even if you vehemently insist that it should be his since, well, you bought the cake for him! Eventually you two reach a compromise by sharing the first slice of cake. And even though you insist again that he also has the first bite, he manages to one-up you once again— just as the fork with the cake is nearing his lips, quicker than you can register he swerves the fork into your mouth and pops the bite of cake there.
He’s grinning widely at his little trick, even as you damn near want to fight him about it.
But eventually he does try the cake in all it’s decadence, and he can safely say that the taste of it is just as grand as its outer appearance. You try not to grin, happy that he’s pleased by your gift to him, and spectacularly fail when you see how enthusiastically he takes another bite.
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catcze · 8 months
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Ngl when I first saw wriothesley I thought he was a hybrid cause his hair looked like ears 😭 but now I can't stop thinking about him being one
MY GODDDD baby this is giving me thoughts abt dog boy Wriothesley who had the absolute hardest time when he was pining for you, because every time you came too close for him his traitorous tail would wag and whole expose him 😭
Like right, okay, imagine Wriothesley walking around the city maybe on some errands or out to buy some snacks or something else for Sigewinne. The last he'd heard from you had been a week ago, when you told him that you'd be going to Sumeru for some business, and to not miss you too much, so as far as he knew, you weren't even in the country.
But as he, Wriothesley, a duke and the Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, likely one of the most intimidating men in all of Fontaine, hears your voice above the white noise of the crowd, calling his name. Imagine how he's both pleased by your surprise company as well as absolutely mortified because for the life of him he cannot get his tail to stop swinging back and forth in excitement as you approach. It's all he can do to try and hide it under the coat he keeps on his shoulders, frantically pulling the cloth over his tail and praying that you don't notice.
omg and imagine how the guards at the fortress sort of tease him about it a little bit and talk about it when Wriothesley is out of earshot. How they find it so amusing how their poker-faced boss melts like a puppy when you come over, and how his tail looks like it's going to kick up a storm whenever you both walk around the fortress together.
HJAKDSAJSD YES BOTTOM LINE I LOVE DOG BOY HYBRID WRIOTHESLEY SOOO MUCH OH MY GOD AJNDAKJS
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catcze · 4 months
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I'm not sure if you've already talked about this but like, could you imagine Wriothesley with an s/o that bakes.
They are quite literally a power house when it comes to desserts, knowing which tea fits with which pastry and how it enhances or compliments each other
(I really love your work!! Your writing makes me all giddy and it's hard not to read them at night with how much they make me giggle and kick my feet 😭😭😭💕💕)
BABES I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE 😭 But thank you so much for the compliments and the sweet sentiments !! I'm giving u a big big biggg hug rn !! ♡♡
But YOOO that sounds absolutely adorable ?!?! Literally, can you imagine how mind blown Wrio would have been the first time that the reader brings a dessert tray to their little afternoon tea parties? How his whole worldview positively expands the moment that he tries one of your desserts in tandem with his tea. He's a changed man from there on.
And when rumor spreads after countless of guests have come over for afternoon tea and pastries —the names who have made the journey all the way to the fortress range from the Traveller, Navia, Clorinde, and even the Iudex Neuvillette and even Lady Furina— your tea get-togethers become legendary for having some of the most delicious tea and dessert pairings in the whole country.
And when you're asked how you get your pastries so right time after time, perfectly complimenting Wriothesley's choice for that day's brew, you just smile and say that they're so good because they're baked with love ♡
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catcze · 5 months
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As someone who easily lost, i can feel reader dreads who got accepted to work in fortress. Imagine wrio seeing reader clock in so early, he thoughts they so eager to work. Only to find out they never went back home since yesterday because got lost in maze XD
jhasgbd Goodness, the way that he would get so concerned too 😭😭 Like, when you start coming in early to work with heavy eyebags, messy hair and clothes in a state of disarray (and looking suspiciously similar to the clothes you had clocked off in yesterday...) at first he thinks that the hours your working are too strenuous, or that you're having problems in your personal life, or a myriad of other things.
But?? When he just so happens to catch sight of you when you clock out and he notices you stumbling down the wrong path, accidentally landing yourself deep deep in the bowels of the fortress, he can't contain the snort that escapes him when he learn that, no, you're not troubled at work or at home. You're troubled getting out of work and getting home. So after he helps you escape the maze of pipes and hallways and escorts you to the main entrance/exit to the surface, he offers to walk you out at the end of every one of your shifts. Because he wants you to get out safe, after all. It's his duty as your employer. Not at all because he thinks you're cute and he kinda wants to spend more time with you 👀
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catcze · 6 months
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Takes sip of drink;; Man;; I talk so so much about how much I love Wriothesley being a green flag for the reader;; but what about the reader being a green flag for Wrio? Like, being sweet to him and caring for him, buying him stuff that you think he'd like, pampering and holding him without him asking, letting him be the little spoon for a bit, hand-cooking him a meal and bringing it to his office when he's too busy to go to the cafeteria, planning a date for him that you know he'd enjoy, remembering little facts about him (such as liking picnics or how he likes small animals) and doing something related to those that would make him happy;;; oh thoughts are thinking rn
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catcze · 8 months
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I can’t find your rules anywhere, so just ignore this if it breaks any of them or if it’s too specific, but I just had this thought…
Friends with benefits + mutual pining with Wriothesley :0
You don’t get to meet up too often because of your busy schedules, but when you do it’s more than worth the wait. You almost don’t want to leave his bed when it’s over, but you’re too scared to stay, and he wordlessly let’s you leave even though he wants nothing more than to pull you back down and never let you go.
Love is a scary thing, after all, so you both dance around the subject for months.
But one day he finally caves in and decides that enough is enough, so when you prepare to leave he wraps his arms around you and quietly whispers, “stay.”
Nothing more needs to be said. You both catch the underlying meaning behind his words, and you’re finally ready to accept all that entails :,))
16+ !! Suggestive content !!
I AM BARKIFNAJKSDAJKSNSA HOLOY SHITTTT AJKWDBNJKASNJAKSDN my god. friends w benefits to lovers. mutual pining. mY GOD THOSE ARE TWO OF MY FAVORITE TROPES 😭😭😭😭😭😭 im sCREAMIFNAKSJDNAKJSDSAJK
「 CWS : 」 fair warning the concept alludes to sex and has mentions of sex, but nothing is, like, explicit. It's just used as plot points and as a device more than anything. That being said, if uncomfy, don't read ♡
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like MAN the first time you both fall into bed together, it's after a party that, for the sake of keeping up appearances and keeping your jobs, required attendance. Neither of you were particularly happy to be there, and as fellow wallflowers you hit it off as you hid from the crowd on a balcony together. Then, after a few flutes of overpriced champagne, a quick reassurance from you that you could definitely fuck in one of the rooms of this mansion without getting caught, the rest of the night was history.
It started out normally, at first— every now and then one of you would contact the other after a stressful day, and you would either fuck in his place or yours, then leave before midnight. No lingering kisses, no sparks of possessiveness. Not at first. Not until you appear at Wriothesley's doorstep, looking tired, disheveled and sad. You ask for him to fuck you out of whatever slump you're feeling but it doesn't feel right to him. So instead of fucking you into his mattress, he's instead making you a meal out of whatever he can find in his pantry and offering a willing ear over a few glasses of wine. He learns a lot about you that night— about what you like, what you dislike. The feelings that you play close to your chest that hardly anyone ever sees. He even learns about your laugh, and how stunning you look when you smile like that. He learns something about himself too— that just sex with you might not be enough for him anymore.
You seem like you learn something about him, too. When you both grow quiet after talking and sharing together, laying your hearts out for the other to see, there's a newfound tension between you too. At one point, he come close, lips near hovering over yours, ready to give you a kiss more gentle and yet more meaningful than all the kisses before—
then one of the wine glasses tumble to the floor, and you giggle and you're tipsy and you're looking anywhere but at Wriothesley and he backs off, also so so so confused about what will happen now. Now that he wants something more. That night, you take his bed and he stays out on the sofa, thoughts too muddled by everything that just occurred to get any proper sleep. Unbeknownst to him, you don't get any rest that night either.
Things change. A little. Neither of you talk about That Night. Neither of you address the almost-kiss that would have definitely meant more than just this casual fucking. You're both confused, scared of the feelings that grow like wildflowers and vines, begging to be let out. Neither of you talk about it though, too scared to make the first move and ruin a good thing because of selfishness. But neither of you can stay away from each other— even despite busy schedules and hectic work, you manage to meet each other and have some of the most mind-blowing sex. It usually happens at his place, now, despite it being where That Night took place. You become a fixture in his home on nights when you're both available, taking up space in his bed but never staying too long.
Each time you slip out from under the covers, pulling your clothes on, blowing him a kiss that you can both tell is becoming more and more strained before you dart out the door, too fast for his racing heart to catch up with. You don't give yourself enough time to think about what would happen if you just stayed. If you buried yourself under the sheets and against Wriothesley and just let yourself be vulnerable, hoping that things fall into place the way you wish they would.
Wriothesley lets you walk out each time, all too aware of the conflict that paints your face. He's feeling the same thing too, after all. You struggle to move, to get out of there before you do anything dumb, Wriothesley struggles to hold still, to not take your hand in his and press the softest kisses on your arm, up to your face and to just hold you like he's been wanting to for months. His heart aches when he hears the frantic rustle of your clothes being practically thrown on, wishing that he could just bridge the gap and ask you to stay.
But it's too much one day. You slip out of the sheets like you always do, on foot on the floor, the other still tangled in the blankets, forcing yourself to move move move because if you stop for just a second you know that you'll never want to leave. But you look so sad to leave. All too much like That Night that started all of this. And his heart aches for a different reason than usual and before he can even think (because he knows that he'll never forgive himself if you leave looking like you're just going to spiral in your own thoughts when you get back to yours) he wraps a hand around your upper arm, pulling your back against his chest and holding you close—
so close, you can feel how his heartbeat hammers against his ribcage. You can feel his breath against the back of your neck and how his breath hitches as he prepares to speak, arms coming up to hold you closer, finally letting himself hold you close like he's been wanting to for months.
"Stay," he whispers, sending shivers down your spine. It's just one word, but it falls so heavily in the silence. Months and months and months of this back and force dance of longing and pining finally being put to an end. He lays his heart out on the table— whatever happens next is all up to you.
You tug slightly on the arms holding you so tightly to him and as he loosens his grip you turn, draping your arms around his shoulders and holding him close and oh his heart skips a beat in his chest because he feels so much for you. So much that he cannot put it into words that is in any way close to the love and affection and the fondness that he feels for you.
So instead he holds you close, one arm around your back, hugging you to his chest. The other grabs the edge of his blanket to drape over your forms when he lays you both down, skin to skin and heart to heart. He holds you against him under the blankets while you doze off in his arms, content and happy. And the rest is history.
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Can you tell. Can you tell how much I absolutely love this trope.
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