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catcze · 7 months
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Spoilers for Wriothesley's backstory !! References to leaks of his backstory !!
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When Wriothesley was younger and homeless on the streets of Fontaine, an orphan who ran from his foster home to fend for himself, there was no one for him to rely on. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and putting your trust in the wrong person could result in lying facedown in a ditch, just another casualty of the city.
Wriothesley was prepared to fight for himself for the rest of his life. Was prepared to sleep with one eye open, and ready to get stabbed in the back at any second. Everyone around him wouldn't cast him a second glance and wouldn't offer him a shred of help.
No one, maybe, except for you.
You were around his age— that much was evident from the first day he met you, when you found him crouched in an alleyway half-starved and soaked through by the rain. You were kind, if the umbrella you covered his head with was any indication. You had gotten soaked yourself, but you still smiled at him and told him to keep it, that he needed it more.
And lastly: you were born into good, good money. He found that out the next day when you bought him a packaged meal of warm meats and bread. Although he was hesitant to accept your kindness, cautious of what price you would attach to such a thing, the grumbling of his stomach won out and he finished the whole meal in less than five minutes. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted.
You said nothing as you sat beside him, uncaring of how the dirt of the sidewalk stained your clothes. When he was finished, you offered him a bottle of water. As he chugged it down, you gave him your first name, and when he hesitated to tell you his, you smiled and shook your head.
"It's fine, you don't have to tell me," you told him with a slight smile. And that was that.
From then on, you find him every few days at the same spot. He doesn't talk much, you discover, but he's always willing to listen to you talk. Anything under the sun— your lessons, your absent parents, the droves of socialites who try to butter you up with hollow words and false admiration— you can ramble about it for hours and hours and he'll sit beside you, interjecting on occasion, but generally letting you take the lead in conversation.
Once, you brought him a canister filled with tea, and watched as his eyes lit up at his first taste.
"This is some really good stuff," he told you, awe in his voice, already going for a second sip. You smile, seeing him so pleased.
"I'll bring you more next time. I'll try to make a different brew, too, to see if you'd like that even more."
When he gets scuffed from street fights, you're there to patch him up. Clumsily at first, with a furrowed brow and tangled strips of bandages, but you get better and better at it over time. He doesn't reject the help, and you don't scold him for getting hurt. It is times like these where your hands —only calloused by the grip of a pen and nothing more, unlike his that are so scarred and rough— make you both remember how different your worlds are.
One day, you go to the place you two had been meeting for nearly a year now, and it's empty. That's not particularly unusual— it's happened once or twice before where your friend couldn't make it, so it's no cause for concern. You merely leave the food and water in a little nook he had shown you before, and make your way home, hoping that he's alright and not too banged up.
When you get home, the maids and the butler all tell you of a recent incident that happened not too far away in the city— of an assault and a mangled body, of the perpetrator on death's door himself, barely rushed to the hospital in time. While you have dinner alone, they urge you to exercise caution if you go out tomorrow.
So you take heed of their words, bringing a new platter of food and hide small knife in your pocket as you head back to the same place yesterday. The food and water from before is still there, hidden in the little nook only the two of you know of.
Anxiety grips you, but you try to shake it off. You return the next day. And the next. And the next. Each day, the food you leave remains untouched every time.
You fear the worst after a week is up— you fear for his safety, for his health. You fear for the only genuine friend you had ever made, who had seen you as more than just your parents' only child. You don't leave your room for a week, poring over the newspaper and anything else you can get your hands on. The househelp thinks you're ill— and you are. You're sick with worry, sick with the late nights spent up as you stretch yourself thin trying to find something, anything about him. But when your parents learn of your seclusion, you're forced to give up your search. In the end, you're the only one left to remember the nameless boy with the soft smile and a love for tea.
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It is years and years down the line. Wriothesley had been doing well as the administrator of the fortress— so much so that he had been invited to the Palais Mermonia to receive the title of Duke. He had barely managed to sidestep a grand investiture ceremony, instead opting to sign, take the relevant certificates, and be done with it.
When he enters the office of the Iudex, he's met with the man himself and a surprisingly familiar face. One that he had never forgotten, even on days where the ground threatened to crumble underneath him and the walls of his prison cell felt like they were closing in.
Your eyes blow wide, your grip on the documents threatening to rip the papers, and he doesn't miss the slight wobble in your lip as you gaze at him.
"Good afternoon, I'm pleased that you could join us," says the Iudex. He sweeps one hand in your direction. "This is one of our top attorneys,assigned to assist with the processing of your documents and certificates."
Wriothesley smiles, wider than he has in a long, long time, and reaches a hand out for you to grasp.
"Hi," he says, never taking his eyes on your face. He squeezes your hand and feels you tremble in his hold. "My name is Wriothesley. It's nice to meet you."
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rikyos · 6 months
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everybody is stressing out about the reruns next patch being so good but i’m just so relieved that itto isn’t there
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anantaru · 2 years
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I JUST FOUND OUT THAT FUCKING SCARAMOUCHE HAS 4.3M HP IN HIS BOSS FIGHT IM HOPING KOKOMI WILL CARRY ME
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OMG I HEARD THAT 💀💀💀 fucking wanderer my ass he can destroy me anytime tho idm 😩
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just going to put those here so i won‘t forget how hot scarababy is 🤭🤭🤭🤭
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tellerluna-stories · 1 year
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// discussion of genshin leaks utc
hello eberibadi pls help me decide on a name for the beloathed pinocchio mushroom
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galactia · 11 months
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Genshin leaks discussion under the cut:
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I. Nearly screamed when I saw the reliable leak of Kaeya's skin. It is gorgeous and perfect, and I am so ready for him to be celebrating his mamma's heritage (yes, my HC I know, but)
Also. HANG OUT. I am feral. I have wanted a hangout for this boy since.... ever. I am not going to be normal.
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callilouv · 2 years
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I just saw dottore leaks bro I
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lo-cinno · 2 years
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there might be a Mondstadt event...a wine related Mondstadt event
>.>
- Tired
Oh? (0 0 )
We finally returning to Mond?
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hamausagi · 2 years
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Curse darling,
I think you better start saving real hard and not fall into temptation until Nov
don’t be like me okay lmao
[link]
And no, this is not joke, I’ve confirmed with forums & friends that’s has reliable sources
-Shima
OH YEAH I KNOW !! i’m gonna be pulling for eula if she gets a rerun before his banner and then i’m pulling for him :D i haven’t prefarmed anything in case he needs some wack shit but i WILL be having him lmao
but yeah i’ve been seeing for a few weeks people on twitter talking about 3.1-3.2 for his release
apparently his playable name is going to be ‘wanderer’ and i hate it sm LMAO ALSO HES GONNA GRT A REDESIGN APPARENTLY ACCORDING TO A BUNCH OF LEAKERS ON TWITTER SO IM LIKE 😭😭 LEAVE HIM ALONE AND GIVE HIM TO ME THE WAY HE IS ROGHT NOW
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hyenashark · 1 year
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”it’s just… too big a personality” okay then kaveh
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wri0thesley · 5 months
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The fact lyney didn't get to be a catboy is just hyv being cowards once more, they say you get one dog boy and that's it apparently 😭
we ALSO got a fox boy, don't forget about him!!! we could have had two wolf boys but hoyo is a coward and no ears for our wolfy lads...
it's extra frustrating because (leak spoilers) deacon dahlia is sure as hell looking like his hat and his accoutrements are meant to LOOK cat-boy like without committing to the cat boy aesthetic.. sigh.... one day
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catcze · 8 months
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hi catte so good to see you back i absolutely adore your works !!
now please share your thoughts on wriothesley using handcuffs <33 we all saw that idle animation and im biting my fist thinking abt it
NSFW!! 18+ ONLY !!
coughs, does not make eye contact w the whole room, quietly copies and pastes the nsfw warning banner, scurries away
「 CWS : 」 Reference towards leaks regarding Wriothesley's idle animation, GN & ambiguous body reader, restraints & use of handcuffs, they fuck???, dacryphilia !! some choking / breathplay 👀
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Wriothesley with handcuffs;;; oooh babe I have thoughts thoughts on this 👀👀
When the handcuffs come out, Wriothesley is all-too excited to bind your hands together. In particular, he loves cuffing your wrists together and having you drape your tied hands over his shoulders while he fucks you into the mattress. Whenever your body jerks with his hard thrusts, your arms pull him closer, close enough for him to feel the ragged puff of your breaths on his skin.
You squeak when Wriothesley buries his full length into you on a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock rubbing against a part of you that has your thighs trembling and your body squirming.
"Right there darling?" He purrs, voice low with lust.
You can scarcely nod, feeling like his cock is so deep into you that it's in your throat. With a slow drag of his hips, you can feel every inch leave you so empty–– but only until he gives another hard thrust and fills you to the brim once more. The force of it has tears brimming on your lashes, has your cuffed hands scrabbling and twitching and trying to grasp as much of him as you can. The chain is cold against the heat of his nape, but Wriothesley easily goes along with your tugging, leaning close to kiss away you tears and swallow each one of your noises.
Sometimes, those handcuffs find their way onto his wrists instead. But no matter how much you try take control or how much preparation you do, it's always you who can hardly walk the next day.
His coat is gone, lost to the floor of his office. Wriothesley's trousers are half-undone–– just enough for you to pull his cock out of his pants and ride him on his office chair. His eyes watch your every movement as you rise and impale yourself on his cock much too slow for his liking. The only reason you've been able to control the pace for so long are his own handcuffs–– keeping his wrists against his back even as his muscles strain to break them and just fuck you against his desk for teasing him for so long.
"You think you're so smart, huh?" His voice is breathless, but his smile is sharp. You furrow your brows at his snark and seat yourself heavily on his lap, delighting in his sharp inhale. But when you stop riding him, doing little more than moving your ass on his lap and giving his dick the bare minimum stimulation, he wants nothing more than to absolutely ruin you.
His voice is a growl. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you cry, baby."
And like an idiot–– "Oh?" You ask, leaning forward, hands on either of his shoulders and face hovering above his. "I'd like to see you try."
Then it's like the temperature around you both drops in an instant, there is a small Crack! that is much too loud in your ears, and Wriothesley has you on your back on his desk, cock suddenly bullied every inch into your insides and thensome, feeling like it just might split you open.
One hand pins you hands above your head, the other is wrapped around your throat, pressing down enough on its sides to make you gasp. From here you can see the remnants of cryo where the handcuffs broke. You can see the hunger on Wriothesley's face, and your stomach clenches.
"You still want to see my try, sweetheart?"
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anantaru · 2 years
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have you seen the scara leaks? anemo scaraaaaaaaaa
i fucking hope they‘re joking
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tellerluna-stories · 2 years
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discussion of genshin leaks utc!!
I told myself I wouldn't simp for master ragnvindr till he gets to c6 but hoyoverse is sorely testing me with the rumours about his upcoming skin. S I g H
ALSO IF ITS TRUE THAT CYNO IS A HYDRO POLEARM I WILL SIMPLY PERISH
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the-gayest-sky-kid · 1 year
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VENNESSA BTW. EXPLODES
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callilouv · 2 years
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How do you feel after knowing abt the supposed dottore leak 🫣
iiyak ako, ayoko ko na dito, si dottore na nga lang ang gusto ko eh may girfRIEND PA ANO BA 'TO ITS NTO FAIRIAFI😭😭 shes on my kill list.
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mintjeru · 1 year
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pretty boy
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[Image description: A digital drawing of Kaveh. His back is turned toward the viewer and he leans forwards while turning back with a smile. He holds a shot glass in one hand and it is raised towards his lips. He is dressed in a white short-sleeved holographic shirt and black pants. His shirt has an open back in the shape of a "V" and a strip of fabric hanging across the top. He wears his earrings, a black choker, and his hair tied up in a ponytail. Red barrettes clip up his hair on the side of his head.]
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