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st4rshang0ut · 5 months

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Wriothesley x Cannibal reader/oc hcs because I had this idea for days

Also, this somehow progressed into a Yandere fic with reader/oc being the Yandere, soo, read warnings carefully.

…totally didn’t get inspired by Kesha’s song Cannibal-

Warnings: Spoiler for Archon Quest 4.1, blood and gore mentions, usage of they/them pronouns for reader/oc insert, obsessive tendencies from assistant’s side, organ trafficking in a sense, implied? kidnapping, drugging, love drugging, stockholm syndrome, reader/oc is a literal maniac

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Okay, so remember when the Traveler and Paimon were sent to the Fortress of Meropide to try and find that ginger man or whatever.

And during their time there, they come across a rumour circulating around that there were cannibals running around the pipes eating people?

While this was debunked at the end as a ploy by the trio in prison who were helping Childe with his escape, what if…

The cannibal was real?

And it wasn’t just any random inmate or guard.

It was the Administrator’s very own assistant.

They would listen to Wriothesley rant about how he had to deal with more of the more pesky and annoying criminals. Claiming that if only they would just disappear so that he could focus on other matters.

They took that to heart.

Whoever Wriothesley complained about, the assistant would always make sure that particular inmate was gone by the end of the week. No traces. In fact, the inmate’s belongings were gone as well.

They always, always somehow found a way to evade detection. Wriothesley questioning them in a panic because of the sudden disappearances? The assistant will just calmly reassure the Administrator that they probably just escaped, and are most likely dead.

Eventually over time, the rumors spread. And the prisoners stopped acting out of line for fear of being the cannibal’s next meal.

It works. But that’s only for the inmates.

Corrupt guards? Gone. Those who have been trashing the place just to abuse their authority over the inmates? Poof. Those in power who try to boss their subordinates around? Oh dear, their missing.

Eventually, nothing happened to the Fortress Of Meropide’s people anymore. At least it gave less work for Wriothesley.

But what of the assistant’s cannibalistic tendencies? Hah. Well, they never actually had much of an addiction for it until they accidentally got blood in their mouths. They got hooked on its taste. After killingkidnapping the unlucky person, they would usually consume the parts they deem most delicious.

After that, eyes, hearts, lungs, kidneys and the organs that are able to provide people with a better life are donated. The hospital never questioned the assistant. After all, it wasn’t that uncommon for prisoners to perish in prison.

But in the end, the assistant only did it just for Wriothesley. No other intention. They just wanted the Administartor to be less stressed.

They loved their boss. They want the best for the Adminstartor, and no one has any idea how far they are willing to go for Wriothesley. Absolutely no idea.

Of course, they know that if Wriothesley found out about his horrific deeds, they would be stripped of their honor and thrown into the cells just like any other inmate. That’s why they went to such lengths to ensure that their lovely boss would never find out.

They knew that Wriothesley ever found out, they would never see him again under friendly pretenses. Eventually, the paranoia would get to the assistant. One day, they’d place a simple but potent drug in Wriothesley’s tea. The man could never resist any, so when he finally realizes what happened, it was too late.

No one knew what happened to Their Grace. But they never questioned the fact that the assistant took over role of Administrator. It was a expected, being the man’s assistant after all, that they were most capable of taking over.

But what did happen to Wriothesley? No one knew. The assistant had carefully carved out their entire plan. Their Grace had decided that it was best for someone else to take over for them.

Meanwhile, Wriothesley was in the assistant’s house. No matter how hard he struggled, the house was escape proof. No matter how many insults Wriothesley threw at them. No matter how hard the man refused to eat any food or even tea prepared for him.

It hurts at first, but the assistant knows that the man will come to love him eventually. One day, Wriothesley, the man they’ve loved for so long, would finally understand how much effort they had put because they wanted him. Maybe then, he’ll finally accept his fate.

Wriothesley will finally realize one day that their darling assistant loved them! That’s why they went as far as to take care of those pesky inmates and inefficient subordinates! That’s why they went as far as to chain Wriothesley in a room that they had designed and prepared just for his liking! They were his one and only assistant after all…

If not? Well, chemistry and a bit of magic can help with this particular problem in no time..~ They’ll figure out a way to make Wriothesley ingest it, and he will love them in no time! There isn’t much difference, it just speeds up the process! They know that Wriothesley loved them as well, why not help him realize those feelings sooner?

Wriothesley will learn to enjoy his new life. His new life of being pampered, loved and cared for by his darling assistant, they know he will, soon enough.

I’ve always loved you,Your Grace. You only need me, and I only need you~

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slifarianhawk · 3 months

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Chapter 2: an invitation (Wriothesley's P.O.V.)

I picked up the lady who moaned at my touch. Her clothes were tattered and now coated in what appeared to be her blood. Thankfully the infirmary was close by and she was in no real danger.

I jogged over to the next hall opening and walked up the steps. Several guards looked on in confusion but I waived them off saying it was fine. I heard Sigewinne discussing the proper treatment of a rash with an older male inmate who frequented the Pankration ring.

"Now be sure to apply this ointment before going to work in the production zone and before you go to bed." Our head nurse said cheerfully.

"Yes, mam. Oh, Your grace! I didn't see you there. What happened someone passed out in the ring and you happened to be there?" The older man asked staring at the woman on my shoulder.

"Nope, not this time. Was doing my rounds and this newbie slipped down the steps to her dorm hallway. That doesn't explain this though." I said lifting the side of her shirt as I laid her down on the middle infirmary bed.

"Oh, so this must be Ms. Silva then. Nuevillette wrote me about her yesterday. He said a new inmate would be coming in pretty badly injured. He said to expect her treatment at the hospital to be less than stellar given what happened between her and the guards." Sigewinne said staring at the wound, "It looks like her stitches were snapped."

"She tripped down one of the connecting flights of stairs leading from her dorm room hall. Could the fall of caused the damage to the stitching?" I asked, crossing my arms.

I stared at the unconscious lady before me. She had striking deep navy hair with some forest green low lights. It was a rather strange combination. I noticed there was blood on the palm of her hand slowly drying in the stale humid air of Meropide.

"The stitching still had to of been struck multiple times for the edges of the wound to be so far apart. Nuevillette did write saying she could have enemies among our guards." Sigewinne said cleaning the wound and restitching it.

I noted that the male visiting Sigewinne earlier had slipped out without saying anything. Sigewinne took her time with closing up the inmate's wound. Then for good measure, she rubbed some of the salve she normally uses on cuts and bruises I obtain when I fight in the ring.

"So her name is Silva? I haven't read her file yet but did notice one titled that in the new inmate paperwork." I said as Sigewinne put away her medical supplies into a locked cabinet after pulling out fresh bandages.

"That's right! Nuevillette said for me to help her get adjusted. I think he pities her." The human-like Melusine said shaking her head as she wrapped the fresh bandages around Silva's body.

"What makes you think that?" I said in surprise.

"The tone of his letter was different. It wasn't the usual great things about his day or a warning saying she was dangerous. He also said to be on the lookout for withdrawal effects." She said sitting at her desk, "Isn't the champion duelist visiting you soon?"

"Crap, that was why I was doing my rounds. I knew I would be busy for the next few hours." I said walking towards the exit, "Oh Sigewinne, please invite Ms. Silva to my office for tea when she wakes up. No one's first day in Meropide should be spent in the infirmary."

She smiled at me and nodded, "Yes your grace."

I took one last look at Silva. I felt a twang in my chest. She had a sad look on her sleeping face. It reminds me of how I looked after my trial. I shook my head, my hair tufts swishing a bit.

I left the infirmary and headed toward my office. My office... it still feels surreal. It hadn't even been a third of the year since I'd taken control of Meropide. I went from a lowly criminal in the eyes of the law to the Duke of the Fortress. I could have laughed.

I arrived at the cold doors of my office. With an easy push, they swing open welcoming me back to my solidarity. Ascending the metal stairs, I smiled as I heard the smooth jazz that played on my record player.

I walked over to my sofa and grabbed my kettle from the coffee table. It was nice they installed a tea nook when I became Duke. It saves me the trouble of having to boil water in the kitchen.

"Let's see, what blend do I drink with Ms. Clorinde? Hmm... it's about time for dinner so how about... ahh here it is Fontainian Garden." I said pulling out the glass jar with the loose tea leaves.

This was an uncommon item in the rag and bones shop so I bought it whenever I could. Hopefully, Clorinde likes this blend. She was quite picky when it came to tea.

There was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" I ask out placing a couple of spoonfuls of the leaves into the kettle.

"It's Clorinde. Come on Wriothesley, open the door. We have important things that need to be discussed." A harsh female voice rang out.

"Coming!" I shouted setting down the pot.

I walked down the stairs and opened the door. In front of me was Clorinde with a decent-sized crate behind her. I raised my brow and gave her a funny look.

"I thought you said we were just going to be friends," I said crossing my arms and smiling, "didn't expect you to want to move in after what happened."

Clorinde just glared at me and shoved past, "Just grab the crate Wriothesley. It's your new prisoner's belongings. Not much gets to me but the thought of that woman just skipping

"Alright, alright, Archons you seem like you need a cup of tea. Thankfully I have some brewing." I said lift the crate and brought it into my office.

Closing the door, I ascended the stairs. Clorinde sat down on the couch. I shook my head and sat the box down on my desk. The kettle started whistling as I grabbed the sugar from the bookshelf. I plopped two cubes into a cup and poured the slightly red-colored tea.

"Care for a cup?" I asked looking over my shoulder.

"If you insist. One sugar cube would be nice, please." She said her shoulders relaxing as she laid back and got comfortable.

"So this is the girl who landed ten guards in the hospital. I haven't read her file yet but the steambird sure had decent coverage on it. Said she took them out with a dendro vision. If that's the case why wasn't she sent here as a precaution? That's what they do with dangerous prisoners. It's protocol so why wasn't it followed." I said curiously pouring Clorinde's tea and placing one cube in it.

I sat at my desk placing her teacup at the top of it. She stood up and shuffled through the files until she uncovered Ms. Silva's. Handing me the file she walked back towards that couch, taking her tea.

"Take a look and you will understand." She said.

"You know it's rude to rifle through someone's work desk," I smirked as I opened the file.

"Just read it, then we can proceed with the main reason why I am here." Clorinde huffed.

I started skimming the folder. There wasn't much on Ms. Silva. Her travel records show she came through the Chenyu vale of Liyue and was in Mondstat before that on a job for Dr. Baizhu of Bubu pharmacy in Liyue. She wrote down that her reason for traveling to Fontaine was research. That didn't explain much either.

"Weird how there is so little right, Wriothesley? Normally we would have all her information. We contacted Liyue, Sumeru, and Mondstat. They only have records of her traveling for research. We could only assume she's from Inazuma as her first record is a travel permit to Liyue from Ritou. It was commissioned by an Ayato Kamisato. Every one of her permits is for research. Nuevillette asked me to bring the belongings from her hotel room and search through the items with you." Clorinde said taking a sip of the warm beverage in her hand.

I continued to read over the file and a note from Monsieur Nuevillette shocked me. I could hear his voice as I read the line.

"Ms. Silva was attacked and drugged using a potent Dendro drug that has been spreading like wildfire through the court of Fontaine. While there have been only a few deaths due to this drug. Ms. Silva has shown us that those with dendritic energy have a horrific effect on these drugs. A Dendritic energy overcharge causes a massive burst of the Dendro element dealing damage once the user is put under stress. What Ms. Silva told me has led me to believe that there is a tie between this drug and a dendro dragon. Keep an eye on her at all costs Wriothesley. Something tells me she will be the key to solving this case." His voice rang in my ears.

"WRIOTHESLEY!" Clorinde shouted snapping me out of my trance.

"Huh, oh sorry Clorinde. It's just Nuevillette's notes. They just have me a little on edge." I said setting down the file and picking up my now cooled tea.

"I was trying to say that you should be careful with regarding her. I just have a bad feeling, call it hunter intuition." She said setting her empty cup down.

"I will now let's get going through this stuff I'm sure Ms. Silva would at least like some of this stuff back. As long as it is appropriate for the fortress of course." I said prying open the wooden box.

As the box cracked open, I was met with a soft aroma. It reminded me of walking into a luxury tea shop in the city. When the lid came off there was a multitude of sealed glass jars with many varieties of herbs. They seemed to be being kept fresh by cut mist flowers. I've seen the corollas being used but not whole flowers.

"So it seems she does not possess a vision after all," Clorinde said sifting through a small pile of folded clothes.

"There is a small silk pouch right here," I said picking up the purple purse, and with an unfortunate turn of events the contents spilled out.

"Letters and documents?" Clorinde said picking up the papers strewn about.

I glanced down and saw a lovely wax seal of a glaze lily on a golden letter, "What's this?"

"I have no clue. It must be important and it has been opened previously. Why don't you go ahead and read it?" Clorinde asked.

"Everyone has the right to privacy. In one sense or the other. I have no search warrant, so I won't read it." I said setting it down on her pile of documents, a smirk growing on my lips, "I'll ask her directly."

"And how do you plan on doing that? From what I heard from the guard who escorted her, she fell and passed out." Clorinde said crossing her arms.

"Did he now? Because from what Sigewinne has told me she had to of been shoved multiple times with relatively decent force. She was bleeding when she fell right in front of me." I said with a slight growl in my voice.

One thing I detested among my staff was lying to higher-ups. I knew lying to prisoners was sometimes unavoidable, however, lying to me or a champion duelist would get my blood boiling. Clorinde stared at me with mild shock in her eyes.

"Sigh, I'll leave this to you then but your grace as a friend I have some advice for you." She said as she walked to the stairs.

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I asked staring at the golden envelope.

"Don't forget Nuevillette's warning. That woman is a danger." I heard Clorinde say as she exited my office.

"Tsk. I can handle myself. This is Meropide. No newbie could cause that much of a distraction. Her sorrowful sleeping face came to my mind. Could she?

#wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x oc #genshin impact #wriothesley #romance #genshin x reader #genshin impact fanfics

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incaseofart · 7 months

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Out at the cafe, on a date!

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#wriothesley x oc #wriothesley #genshin impact oc #genshin impact si #steeped with love #my art

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incaseofwriting · 6 months

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The freshly minted Administrator of Meropide begins to make trips to the surface as part of his new responsibilities. In doing so, he encounters the familiar face of the Iudex Neuvillette, but also the entirely new face of the assistant to the Iudex, Wendy (OC). Wriothesley tries to ignore the feelings blooming in his chest. After all, it's just a puppy crush, right?

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content warning: none

#wriothesley #wriothesley x oc #steeped with love #fic #genshin impact oc

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miraclecherryblossomsblog · 4 months

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Tw bit suggestive so MDNI

Just two hubys who would beat tf out of anyone disrespecting their wives <3

#genshin impact #wriothesley #childe #self insert #self ship #ane #author #my oc #my original oc #canon character x self insert #canon character x oc #wriothesley x oc #childe x self insert #pink 💟#tw suggestive

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szynkaaa · 6 months

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very self-indulging Wriothesley x OC doodle. I'm very down bad for this man

#szynkART #cepheus baskerville #genshin #genshin impact #wriothesley #genshin impact OC #wriothesley x oc

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rosenongrata · 7 months

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Heart of the Sea

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Summary. A serene jazz songstress slowly makes her way through the artistic ranks of Fontaine—hoping to eventually connect the dots to her past and lost memories through music. And as she always says, "People come and go as the tides of the sea do."

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 A/N. cw for injuries and blood in this one!! anais may have had an Accident.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 Link.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 Chapter W.C. 1348.

⋯ 𓆩♡𓆪 CW. Fluff. Blood & Injuries.

Chapter 2 — Foolish Feelings.

"Hey, Anais, how much tea do we have left?"

It's the start of the work day for Kafka and Anais. It's not as rainy as it was last week, thankfully. It's been sunny more often than not, even the summer heat is beginning to settle in. While it doesn't get too hot in Fontaine, it sure does get humid—sweaty and sticky for everyone…

Kafka often insists on keeping the studio windows open, though, to help battle the beast that is the heat. The soft, salty breezes that waft in from the lake help cool down Dernière Danse Studio…even if it's only a little. She's so glad Anais nor the passing patrons ever mention how she gleams from sweat on stage.

Even when she's sitting down to play an instrument, she still manages to collect quite the amount of sweat drops on her body from singing alone…

"…All we have left is Aquarose for tea," Anais says, her voice bland like a blank piece of parchment. She shuffles through the bar shelves, looking through what they have left. "Mostly just water over here." She scoffs.

"Well, looks like we've been running out of drinks faster since the Chief Justice and the Melusines came over last week…" Kafka laughs wearily.

More expenses to worry about…

"More people." Anais shrugs, straightening her back as she rises again to her full height. "I can steal some more—"

"L-Let's not…" Kafka chuckles nervously and waves her white gloved hands in a "please don't" gesture.

"Alright." Anais lets the offer roll off her shoulders. She wasn't too committed to the idea anyway. "Uh… I can go collect ingredients by hand."

"N-No worries, really. I can go do it this weekend." Her boss sighs and shakes her head.

"…Fine." The bartender brushes it off. She hardly wants to get into an argument, anyway… Arguments remind her too much of court proceedings. How awful.

A big gust of chilly wind rattles the windows, pushing past the velvety red curtains and making Anais' long white hair dance. Her dull grey eyes glance at the windows, watching the thin curtains flutter about. As she gazes at the wooden paned windows, the wind reminds her of her recently gained Anemo Vision. Her eyes flicker down to the soft glow of the vibrant mint-colored Vision before scoffing and shrugging the memory off.

Who would've thought that simply being hired by a small-time songstress would grant someone a dinky little Vision…?

To Anais, Kafka deserves the Vision more than herself or anyone else in this god-forsaken country.

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That evening, the wind only serves to get colder as the sunset waxes. And as always, people come and go from the quaint, antique establishment—as the tides of the sea do, as Kafka likes to say. Tonight, the mulberry-haired songstress sings her favorite love songs to the tune of a little, fine-tuned lyre (while claiming it's right from Mondstadt.)

As the sunset finally begins to wane in color and vibrance, the four same Melusines from last week come bounding into the building. This time they drag along than none other the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. He doesn't look even half as perturbed by this outing as the Iudex was. But maybe that's simply Neuvillette's always tired expression to blame.

Once the small group finds a comfortable table to sit at, Anais approaches them with a forced neutral face. She holds a quill pen and notepad, her hands subtly shaking.

"Welcome." She says, "Nice to see you again, girls." Her brows knit for a fleeting moment when she forces her voice to sound sweeter.

"Hello!" The four Melusines wave.

"…We don't have much to serve tonight. Only Aquarose tea and water. Sorry to rain on your parade." Anais blinks; her mouth a thin line that forces itself to not turn upside down in distraught.

"That's no problem," Sedene reassures. "Let's have some water?" She looks to her fellow Melusines, who all nod in agreement. "What do you want, Duke?" She looks up to the tough-looking man.

"…I'll try that Aquarose tea. I've never heard of it before." Wriothesley smiles a little at the girls (who had stuck stickers to his back earlier without his knowing.)

"Sure. Four water. One tea." The bartender nods before quickly departing back to her usual area at the tattered wooden bar.

"Hmm…" He hums, icy eyes narrowing at the woman stride away at a rather quick pace—one certainly too fast for such a small place. What if she had run into something?

"What's wrong?" Menthe asks, immediately noticing his thoughtful demeanor.

"Oh, nothing. Don't worry about it." He shakes his head, his salt and pepper locks bouncing with the motion. "She seems familiar, that's all." He shrugs.

"Oh, okay." She shrugs before her head snaps to watch Kafka's performance.

When Anais overhears the very brief conversation about her "familiarity," she shatters a glass cup in her hand. The noise from her grip shattering the cup is audible… Too audible. It makes the attending group jolt in surprise. The five of them are already rushing to the bar counter to check on her… Only to see her hand grasping sharp shards of glass and crimson blood seeping through her tightened fingers.

"Haha. Whoops." She says stiffly.

"Whoops?!" Muirne gasps, "We should get you checked out—!" She waves her hands back and forth frantically.

"…It's okay." She lies, but truth be told, she hardly feels the pain.

Nothing can really compare to the pain of prison, anyhow.

"It isn't okay, on the contrary." Wriothesley interjects, "Let me help pick up the shards. Where's the broom—" He offers, face stern and hardy.

"I said it's fine." And then she suddenly collapses onto the floor with a loud thump when she looks down at her bloody hand.

That's when Kafka finally arrives at the scene, holding up her sleek maroon dress as she rushes over. She sighs shakily, her spare hand wiping the sweat from her brow.

"I'm so sorry, all of you…" Kafka apologizes with a weary, weak smile. "I'll take care of her…" She shakes her head.

"Let me help." Wriothesley insists, "Girls, can you get home? It'll be a while." He glances down at them.

"You sure, Duke?" Sedene whispers, "We want to help too…"

"It'll be fine with the two of us." He smiles, patting the small Melusine's head.

"Alright…" Sedene nods, "Let's go home. Maybe next week…?" She hightails it out of the studio with her friends.

"Alright, Duke… Can you clean up the glass? I'll bring her upstairs to take care of the wounds." Kafka offers.

He readily agrees, "Of course."

After gaining the broom, he begins to clean up the mess of glass and blood. Not the first time he's ever dealt with blood, thankfully. But it seems like it was her first time… After all, she fainted at the sight of the rosy wounds.

Meanwhile, Kafka takes her upstairs to treat the self-inflicted wounds. Once done cleaning and wrapping up her hand, she leaves Anais on her own bed in the loft to rest for a while. Returning to the first floor, she notices Wriothesley finishing up his duty to clean.

"I'm so sorry about all that, Duke…" Kafka apologizes with a soft sigh.

"It's alright. But, I can't say I've seen someone faint at the sight of blood before." He shrugs, putting the broom away.

"She may not look like it, but Anais is a fragile young lady. She's had a rough time…" She shakes her head, a frown prints on her face.

"…Anais?" He blinks rapidly on repeat, that name is all too familiar. It leaves an almost bittersweet taste in his throat when he utters her name. But, he keeps his expression neutral enough to betray his emotions.

"Mhm." She nods, "I'll talk to her later about all…this. She needs plenty of reassurance and the occasional push to keep going, that's all. She's an oddball, but I like oddballs." She chuckles lightly.

(Anais…) He glances at the stairs that lead up to Kafka's apartment loft, (Is it really you?)

#mine #genshin impact #oc #original character #oc: kafka #oc: anais #ship: neuvikafka #fic: heart of the sea #oc x canon #canon x oc #genshin impact oc #neuvillette x oc #wriothesley x oc #...potentially LOL

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sketchyallstar · 5 months

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I wanted to doodle my Genshin Impact OC and ended up sketching several small drawings over the course of a few days. I might color this but I don’t know how long that would take. I’ve already started coloring the chibi in my painting app but it’s taking longer than I thought it would.

#genshin impact #my art #art #oc #my oc #Genshin impact OC #Genshin OC #wriothesley #Wriothesley x oc #OC x canon

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maniathanacio · 5 months

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Love Struck

After a long day of work, what is the most relaxing thing someone can do? For Man’ya, it’s just as simple as strolling by herself on the shore near Poisson. Enjoying the sunset while the warmth of the wind caressing her cheeks, it felt like home. Comfort.

Interestingly enough, it seems today is a special day— she wasn’t walking alone.

“Enjoying the view here?” Man’ya looked back, feeling more excited than usual, perhaps a little too much.

The Duke didn’t respond. He was just… looking at her.

Man’ya stopped her steps, eyes were still locked with Wriothesley. She was sure he was looking at her… as if admiring her. “Everything alright?”

Hearing those words, it snapped Wriothesley back to reality.

“Ah, yes. Everything is great. I guess the view is… really gorgeous.” He smiled and walked up closer to Man’ya. Although she didn’t quite understand why, but his words made her all tingly on her heart. “It’s not often for me to stroll around at sunset, let alone near Poisson too. Never knew it would this relaxing for the mind. Maybe I should come up here more often.”

Being side by side now, Man’ya needed to look up when talking to him. “Well, if you do that, I can prepare you some sweet snacks and tea. That is, ONLY when you’re going up here,” she said teasingly.

He chuckled. “You better start stocking those things from now on then.”

#yumeship #wriothesley x oc #genshin impact oc #genshin original character

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writing-with-gremworm · 5 months

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Wriothesley is a sad, wet cat man.

This is exactly the type of thing to share here. So, Wriothesley is a sad, wet cat man. (Note: I imagine any Genshin with my OC's is an alternate Genshin universe)

NOTE:

Profanity

Some slightly suggestive mentions

OC x Character rundown

Feel free to take concepts from this to apply to your own ships though, I think sad cat man Wriothesley is hilarious.

Let me elaborate.

First, recently I've developed an OC who is a part of the Fontaine underground as an information dealer. They lost their arms at some point and they were replaced with mechanical ones so now they wield a claymore more as a lever for their kicks than as an actual claymore. This is only relevant here because it ties into something specific about sad wet cat man Wriothesley.

Let's start at the beginning. Wriothesley (Rizzy) and Atherley (Erley) start out as work buddies. More specifically, Erley is an informant for Rizzy to help maintain the fortress of solitude and prepare for any bad news before it has a chance to happen. They have a fairly standard relationship at first, but given their jobs require trust, they become friendlier.

During this time Erley realizes Rizzy is one of the people they knew from their time in a cell. More importantly, Rizzy helped them and held a similar moral code.

This closeness between the two looks a little something like this:

"Did you trip and fall on the way here? You look like a mess." Wriothesley jests, stifling laughter before a swish of flame swallows Atherley for an instant. Their hair poofs up from the vaporization.

"Shut up, you're not looking much better yourself." Atherley retorts, motioning at the chunks of ice clinging to Wriothesley.

"You could help me out."

"No, you get out of that yourself." Atherley waits a few moments before helping to melt and vaporize the water.

Or like this:

Wriothesley pushes a pillow onto Atherley's face.

"Shut up and sleep. I know you, you haven't slept since you got the assignment, have you?" He remarks, reading through the information document until Atherley sighs and agrees to sleep for a bit.

Or like this:

Atherley kicks Wriothesley in the face.

"Hi." Atherley says with a polite smile.

"Hello to you too." Wriothesley groans, rubbing his now reddened nose.

"Dumbass, did you really think that was going to work? You realize I'm a Pyro vision wielder, I can help."

"And? You have other jobs, I'm not so crass as to assign you mine."

"Asking for help isn't the same thing as assigning work." Atherley scoffs, grabbing Wriothesley by the collar and pulling him down to face them, "Listen, you're a good guy, but doing everything by yourself is a bad habit. I know how hard it is to trust people, so I'm asking for a lot here. Trust me."

"Alright, alright. I'll be more communicative if that's what you want."

After a while of this Furina and Neuvillette communicate their wishes for Wriothesley and Atherley to attend a masquerade ball. This is when the dynamic changes.

Atherley, clothed in cool shades of blue and purple with gold accents ornately adorning their gloves, hair, and clothes extends their hand to Wriothesley as a gust of wind billows their cloak. Their cloak flutters, showcasing the lovely shimmer delicately applied to the butterfly wing shape they create. A soft smile adorns their lips, and their crimson gaze lands on Wriothesley's face. Atherley's silver hair seems to sparkle in the moonlight and their wolf ears stand elegantly in the context of their garb.

"Fuck-" Wriothesley mutters, covering his mouth quickly with the back of his hand. His heart thrums a new tune, one dedicated to the shimmer before him. 'It's just because of the light.' He assures himself, swallowing harshly before tuning back into reality with Atherley's words.

"Are you going to stand there forever? Or are you going to take my hand?" They laugh, not seeming to notice the torrent of crimson rushing to Wriothesley's face.

"Oh right, of course," Wriothesley says, hoping he didn't stutter has his hand is placed in theirs. 'Have I ever noticed how small their hands were before?' He wondered, almost wishing the cold metal beneath their gloves was flesh still so he could feel the warmth. 'What a strange thought.'

After this, Wriothesley progressively became more of a mess. This is where the leg thing becomes a little more relevant. As their usual back and forth continues, his responses falter when he realizes he's developed a taste for being kicked if it's Atherley. But also, that he's really enamored with their thighs, more than he wants to admit.

This is also where he starts becoming a sad wet cat of a man. Rather than immediately accepting that he likes Atherley, he instead starts having delusions about them. Be it laying between their thighs, catching them in his arms, the watermelon squeeze between their thighs where he 'helps clean up', or seeing them flustered, he imagines them all. As this continues, he starts thinking about them more frequently to the point that he ends up staring at a bust Furina conveniently had of them. (Furina has a bust of all of the people she values. This means Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Atherley, a few others, and eventually the Traveller too.)

Eventually, the impulsive thoughts win and he kisses Atherley's bust. Unfortunately, Furina catches him and teases him about it.

"I-I was just- I just really like kissing statues," Wriothesley states in his fluster, cursing the miserable excuse that came from his lips.

"Oh? Really? Do you would kiss the Neuvillette bust too?" Furina teases.

"Yes- I would do that."

"Well, it's right here, prove it." Furina motions to Neuvillette's bust and Wriothesley swallows before gingerly kissing that one as well.

(Yes, this is because I saw that one Neuvillette x Wriothesley FanArt-)

Later, a play is curated about the incident. This play, of course, didn't show the real names. So Wriothesley is Razzmatazz the sad hydro cat with white hair and red eyes while Atherley is Appoley, the human Electro user with black hair and sky blue eyes.

Furina and Neuvillette end up teaming up to set Wriothesley and Atherley on dates because It's so rare they see Wriothesley this flustered about someone.

Eventually, after all of the shenanigans, Wriothesley finds himself staring into a cup of tea.

"This has never happened before. No matter what I do I just- can't stop thinking about them. Shit- I'm really in love aren't I?" Wriothesley starts, looking in the tea and scoffing at his reflection.

"Hah, you can even see it on my face. What do I do? Would it be safe to ask if they liked me too? Or would that end with our relationship changing for the worse?" Wriothesley looks up from his cup and stares into the distance before closing his eyes.

"It's a lose-lose situation, isn't it? Everything is going to change, for better, or for worse. I guess it's time I make a decision."

After some deliberation, he knows what he's got to do. He finds Atherley and clears his throat, glancing aside before looking at them with a conviction that makes it seem as though his eyes are burning.

"Atherley. I've had a realization about you and me. So I need you to understand that this is serious. Erley, you make me feel alive. Your smile, your laugh, even the way you kick me. Everything about you makes me feel warm again. It's unexpected, that's certain to me. But I've fallen in love with you. I don't expect you to love me in turn, but I beg you to stay by my side." Wriothesley lifts Atherley's hand and kisses their fingertips. "I can't afford to lose you."

"What? You're right- this is unexpected. Where did this come from I- Hm, well actually, a couple of things are starting to make more sense now. Oh." Atherley looks surprised. As they finish their train of thought a realization dawns on them. They recall all of the times they saw Wriothesley flustered and start connecting the dots.

"Oh."

Wriothesley swallows nervously as Atherley looks back up at him. Their surprised expression turning smug.

"Hey Wriothesley, You know," They start, reaching out and placing a hand under Wriothesley's chin. "You should beg more often. I've taken quite a liking to this cute side of you."

Wriothesley's face flushes and his eyes widen in surprise.

"Why so surprised? Did you expect me to become a flustered mess like you?" Atherley adds, lowering their voice slightly as a satisfied smile paints their lips.

"You want me to beg more? W-What does that mean? Do you like me then? Or- do you just want me to beg for your thig- affections? Atherley-" Wriothesley stutters, the red tint quickly covering more of his face as his calm facade falters completely. His breath hitches as he catches Atherley's amused gaze and his mind races back to all of the wonderful delusions that had been calling to him.

Anyways, this is the current saga of the sad wet cat man Wriothesley. Essentially my friends and I agreed he's an absolute mess when he's in love and he's a thigh guy.

Oh- And Atherley is between 5'3" and 5'5" while I imagine Wriothesley is about 6'2".

#genshin impact #wriothesley #wriothesley genshin #wriothesley x oc #oc #wet cat man wriothesley #we love making tall strong men into cute quivering meow meows #wriothesley as an absolute mess

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dragonmasterkaylz · 5 months

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Wriothesley’s Birthday Surprise

I wanted to do something nice for Wriothesley, since it’s his birthday today~!!! In this Universe, he has a wife (who is also me— don’t judge me), who wants to surprise him in the Fortress of Meropide, just not in the way he expected….

“Your Grace! Happy Birthday! Also… I’ve been told to let you know that we have a brand new Champion in the Pankration Ring. She’s eager to test your abilities, Your Grace”. Wriothesley looked up and chuckled. “Is she now…? I think I’ll go for it then…!”

He walked into the Pankration Ring and saw a sword that was teeming with Electro energy, as well as its beautiful wielder. Blonde hair, a fluffy white coat and a pink dress. His eyes widened and he chuckled. “So, a Knight of Favonius is challenging the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. Alright then, let’s go”. She then turned around and many of the male inmates gazed at her. She smiled and said, “Get ready! Because I’m not one to hold back!” Wriothesley smirked.

She sped up towards him, Electro energy trailing just behind her, and then she whistled. An Electro wolf was summoned and she attacked him from multiple places before she swung around with her blade. But Wriothesley was able to block her blade with ease. ‘I love this woman. She doesn’t hold back!’ They both continued their fight and all everyone saw were pink and blue flashes, as the two fought with passion. He smirked and the two backed off from each other.

“Stay Cool!!!”

“Pack… Emerge!!!”

Cryo and Electro clashed with each other, which then caused a small explosion. When the dust cleared, the inmates and guards looked shocked when they saw Wriothesley holding the young woman in his arms, as Electro sparkled between the two. “This has been an amazing birthday present, Kayleigh. Thank you”. She giggled and her tail started wagging with joy. “Wrio, I had to see you, especially on your birthday~”. He just leaned down and felt her hand over his lips, causing him to pout. “Not here, sweetheart”. He groaned and hugged her, whining angrily, before he picked her up. “I’ll be in my office. You can write that up as a draw!”

“Wriothesley…!”

“Heh… you’ve got another present to give me~”.

Her face went bright pink and she hit his head.

“Ouch!!!”

END

#wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin wriothesley #wriothesley x oc #wriothesley genshin #happy birthday wriothesley

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lolitafushiguro · 6 months

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Warmth Beneath the Waters (Wriothesley x Client's OC!Arturia)

Lolita's Note: This is a commissioned work from a client's OC on Toyhouse. Arturia is a woman addressed as She/Her. Also, Wriothesley is such a difficult character to write, maybe it's because I'm not very familiar with him yet. (৹ᵒ̴̶̷᷄﹏ᵒ̴̶̷᷅৹)

Warnings: None, just a tad bit of jealousy on Wrio's end.

=͟͟͞͞➳❥Toyhouse˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

After all these years of knowing Wriothesley, Sigewinne noticed him acting strange after the arrival of the younger Romaria from the windborne land of Mondstadt. First, she doesn’t recall him to be snarky and aloof. During his first weeks as the administrator of the Fortress of Meropide – one that was haphazardly given to him, knowing that he was a former inmate – he would have this authoritative persuasion that would mend the troubles of the fortress’s affairs, be it a quarrel between convicts, or disputes of workers inside the underwater prison. It was his own charm; one that got him his reputation and success in the affairs of such a harsh environment of convicts, even during the time he was incarcerated. Secondly, he started putting milk to his tea; when he told her countless times that the essence of tea-drinking is tainted when it is combined with other liquids. He believed that tea is meant to be savored on its own, at least that was the case before now.

And finally, Sigewinne catches him constantly watching over the younger Romaria, the one who willingly exiled herself into a chaotic den filled with misfits and outcasts. Sigewinne is not one to judge, because she knows that humans go through highs and lows in their lives – phases that can be likened to the calm and terror of the Fontaine seas.

And for all she knows, both she and Wriothesley could be going through this one certain phase that young humans go through: adolescence.

Out of curiosity she asks him, “I’ve noticed that you’ve been at her tail most of the time, Monsieur. May I know why?”

Wriothesley pauses, almost spilling the cup of tea he was drinking to calm himself.

“Her? Arturia? Ah.” He muses, putting down the teacup and staring at a distance for a while. Then, as if he caught himself off guard, he started sorting through the case files on his desk as an attempt to divert his attention.

“Your cheeks have grown reddish. Are you alright? Does the mademoiselle cause you any trouble?” Sigewinne asks again, both out of intrigue and worry.

“Yeah, right. More trouble than I could’ve imagined.” He mumbles. There it is again, his irritable mood. It seems that Arturia does occupy his mind a lot, Sigewinne concludes.

“Sigewinne, bring me the medical files of the inmates. I need to- “

“You’re cooped up here, again. That’s boring.”

Both Wriothesley and Sigewinne look towards Arturia, clad in her asymmetrical navy dress that billows just behind her knees. Sigewinne smiles and greets her, and Arturia returns the expression endearingly, giving the Melusine a warm embrace that Wriothesley secretly wishes he could have, too.

“Why? You came here looking for me again?” As if he didn’t catch her talking to an inmate in the cafeteria during lunch, Wriothesley smirked, feigning amusement.

“Don’t you get tired sitting here all day?” Arturia makes space for herself to sit on top of his desk.

“I’ll be taking my leave then. I’ll prepare the files that you’re asking for.” Sigewinne beamed at the two of them before leaving the office.

“Where have you been?” Wriothesley turned his attention back to the documents on his desk.

“Where else? The Pankration Ring.” Arturia replied with smug confidence.

“You won a bet?”

“Of course! After all, I know my games.”

“What a gambler.” He sighed in exasperation.

“What? It’s not that serious! Besides, I would call it a pastime.” Arturia takes his teacup, “I mean, isn’t it satisfying to win?”

“Huh, isn’t that the same thing? You gamble for fun.”

“Oh, give me a break! At least it’s better than staying here all day.”

Oh, if you only knew how often I watch over you. Wriothesley thinks to himself, disappointed, but the smile on his face says otherwise.

“By the way, who was- “ Upon seeing Arturia drinking from his teacup, he was cut short. In disbelief and in futile attempt to hide the flutters in his chest, all he could do was raise his brow and watch her helplessly.

“Who was what?”

Silence.

“You added milk? That’s strange. You never do this. Don’t tell me I successfully changed your mind about how to drink tea.” Arturia chuckles, an attempt to maintain conversation.

“Who was that inmate you were talking to?”

Arturia’s eyes lit up, a faint tinge of pink dusting her cheeks. When their gazes met, she noticed that Wriothesley’s ears were red too.

“Oh~ So you do come outside after all. What is it? Like watching me from afar?” Arturia teases, and Wriothesley smirks as he retorts back,

“And you love seeing me after all. What is it? Afraid of losing me?”

He wanted to hide his jealousy, but wait, why is he jealous?

“Ugh. Shark-dog.”

Wriothesley leaned back on his chair and crossed his arms, impatiently wanting an answer to his question. An intrusive thought of separating that inmate into a private, isolated cell enters his mind, but he brushes it off. Surely, he won’t give in to such an abuse of power just because of some fickle feeling.

Right?

“It was just an inmate. He was telling me that my hair looked good and the conversation just branched off from there.” The younger Romaria replies in disbelief.

What a poor excuse to hit on someone, he thinks. Wriothesley could feel a sting in his heart, one that he denies every time he’s around her. Now though, he realizes that he doesn’t like Arturia talking to other men, let alone when he’s not watching.

“Well, don’t bother the inmates. You never know what they could do to you.” At that, his mood turns sour.

“And who are you to tell me that?” Arturia scoffs.

“I’m just worried about you.” His voice raises, tone laced with unexpected possessiveness.

“Wriothesley, I am perfectly capable of defending myself. Also, why would you fuss over someone complimenting me? It was just small ta- “

“Arturia, can’t you just see that I care because I love you?!” Arturia flinches at his sudden outburst.

Then the realization came.

Warm. Suddenly, it felt warm. If one could paint a portrait of them both, they must make sure to add the pink from Rainbow Roses; and put it on their cheeks.

“…-alk… small talk… What did you just say?”

Wriothesley sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Arturia’s saccharine laughter filled the office. After all these years of speculating why she always feels she is being watched, it was all because of this.

Unbridled joy. That must be how it feels to know that one’s love is not unrequited.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?” She laughs. Wriothesley could never get tired of her laugh. Her voice. Her face. Her personality. Her sneaky little mousy demeanor.

Her.

“Archons, you got me. Miss Mice.”

Love. So this must be the warmth of love ー enough not to keep me cold from the depths of the waters.

Arturia replies, “Well, while you’re at it, we should go outside for a change. Call it a first date.”

ー Lolita

#lolita writes #please commission me i need tickets to see a film next month #wriothesley x oc #wriothesley x arturia #toyhouse #wriothesley #genshin impact #genshin impact x oc #genshin impact imagines #wriothesley imagines #wriothesley headcanons #wriothesley hcs #arturia #this is my first time writing a jealousy scene #im not sure if i constructed it correctly but my client loved it so i guess thats enough #i actually have an idea for wriothesley and its so funny but hold on

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slifarianhawk · 3 days

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Chapter 4: in the ring

It has been roughly a month since the start of my stay at the Fortress of Meropide. To say I was adapting would be an understatement. In the few short weeks I'd been there, I had become someone the residents of the fortress could count on.

While on the work floor, I was handling the molding of gears and carrying heavy parts. When someone was mildly injured, I helped either patch them up or help them get to the infirmary. I had seen Wriothesley doing rounds but kept my distance. Hell, I hadn't even requested to have tea with him. I felt like it would bring him under scrutiny with his guardes.

Some guardes were warming up to me. However, many still viewed me as a threat. The one who caused my wound to reopen from what I heard was stationed in the abandoned production zone after his grace finished his investigation. However, he seemed to have his fingers wrapped around the hearts of some of the guardes. I have found letters at my work station and on my bunk telling me various horrible that will be done to me if the writer ever got the chance to.

I was tempted to tell Sigewinne about this. However, I didn't want her to worry. She is so sweet and cares for everyone here. I couldn't add more to her plate. That's not how I was raised.

I had found another letter on my work bench, this day. It had been covered in what appeared to be dried blood. The contents were particularly vile this time. I sighed, shoved it to the side, and started to mold the gears. I focused on making sure no excess was being put in the mold.

That was when I heard a massive crash a short distance away. I quickly looked behind me and saw an elderly man on the floor, and a cart of large gears toppled over next to him. I ran over to him and helped him up.

"Hey, are you alright?" I asked as the man braced himself against the wall.

"Oh, it's just my knees. You have no need to worry about me, lass." He said, looking over the mess as he collapsed onto his knees,"I think these old bones of mine just aren't cut out for manual labor anymore."

"Hey, are you guys alright?" A guarde asked, running up.

"Hey Sam, I'm OK, but I'm pretty sure he needs to go see Sigewinne." I said, offering my hand to the man.

The gentleman sighed, taking my hand as I helped him up. He had torn through his pants. He had peeled off a good amount of skin. I could tell it was nothing major, but if it wasn't treated, it would hinder his next days work, and the older people in Meropide had a rougher time without having a decent stash of coupons

"Come on, old timer, let's get you to nurse Sigewinne. Are you okay with that, Sam?" I asked, draping the gentleman's arm over my shoulder to lessen the pressure on the guy's knees.

"You do what you always do, Silva. Feel free to call it the day after. I'll bring up your earnings to the mess hall after we get this mess picked up." Sam said, his eyes looking exhausted.

"I'm grateful to you, Sam. How about I treat you to a Fonta after you get me those coupons?" I said as I started towards the lift.

"I'll look forward to it." He called out after me as he started to load up gears on the cart.

I sighed and made my way to the infirmary. The walk was quiet mostly. The man winced every now and then as we slowly made our way through the fortress.

"I noticed you're quite strong, young lass. I find it strange I haven't seen you in the Pankration ring." The gentleman said as we entered the hallway that led to the infirmary.

"I've heard of the fighting ring in the fortress, I just haven't had much interest given why I'm here." I said, looking into the man's dull eyes.

"You seem to have a lot on your mind. So I won't push you on it, but I do think you should give it a chance. You might even surprise yourself with what you can do." The man chuckled as we walked down the stairs into the infirmary.

"Hey, Sigewinne, got one for ya." I said, helping the gentleman on to the right most bed.

Sigewinne turned from her desk and walked over to us, "Robbie, what did you do now?"

So that was the guys name, I probably should have asked.

"Oh, it's nothing head nurse. My knees just gave out while on the production zone." He tried to brush it off only to wince when Sigewinne lightly tapped his knee.

"He is neglecting to say it was while he was pushing a fully loaded gear cart." I sigh, sitting at the desk.

"Robbie! I told you to take it easy! It's only been three days since you were last in here." I heard Sigewinne chew him out.

After a while, Sigewinne wrapped Robbie's knees and sent him on his way. She walked over to me and smiled. There was a look of concern on her small face. After a brief, second curiosity killed the cat.

"Something on your mind, head nurse?" I asked, standing up to crack my back.

"Your eyes are strained. How long have you been dealing with that headache?" She said, looking up at me.

"Sigh, that obvious, huh?" I said, rolling my neck, trying to relieve the tension that had been there for the past three days, "It started about two days ago, I think."

"You keep pushing yourself to make others' lives easier here. You really should be taking care of yourself. You have even been pulling long shifts in the production zone. You need to take a break tomorrow." She said her voice as soft as it was had a depth of worry to it.

"OK, but only for you, Sigewinne." I said, earning a resounding hmph.

After a moment, we both chuckled, and she handed me a couple of dried marcotte,"Chew these and drink some water after. That should ease your headache. But come back tomorrow if it persists."

"You got it, boss." I said, taking the flowers popping one in my mouth as I walked down towards the mess hall.

I shook my head lightly. It had been a long while since I had relaxed. How could I? I went to the post station a few days after mine and Wriothesley's tea session. To my horror, it cost around two thousand coupons to send a single letter to Liyue harbor. I didn't make a fuss, I just bit my nails and got to work.

Little did I know that I had only been able to save about roughly a hundred fifty coupons a day. But that didn't include budgeting for soap and other necessities. I was almost there, just roughly five hundred to go. Two long shifts more, and I would have been able to send Baizhu a letter requesting a contract for Sigewinne as I said I would.

Had I really been running myself ragged? I didn't even that bad. It was just a typical migraine. I hadn't been taking the medicinal tea Baizhu made for me to prevent them. I was a fucking coward.

As I got down to the cafeteria, I noticed Sam speaking with Wosley. Wosley was a nice man but perfered to be in his kitchen rather than around a bunch of inmates. Who could blame him in all honesty. I knew that some inmates who were nonviolent and trusted by Wosley worked beside him making the welfare meals. Honestly it sounded like a good deal.

"Hey guys," I said, walking past them and over to Ban.

"Oh, there you are, Silva. I was just about to head up to the infirmary. You took your sweet ass time to get here." Sam said, standing up from his hunched over position.

"Yea, sorry, Ms. Sigewinne told me to take the day off tomorrow. That's four hundred coupons down the drain, sadly. Not that I'm mad about it. I was just so close to my goal finally." I sigh, grabbing my welfare meal and walking up to Wosleys window.

"To be far, you haven't taken a day to rest for about two weeks." Sam said, "I understand her concern."

"What can I get you today?" Wosley asked a calm sparkle in his hazel eyes.

"Two Fontas Wosley. I'm treating Sam to one today." I chuckled as a sharp pain pierced my temple.

"Coming right up, Silva." He said, turning, grabbing a couple from a cold box on the side of the kitchen.

"Sam, I got a question for you." I said, taking the Fontas from the window and sitting at the first table.

"What's up?" He asked, sitting in front of me.

I handed him a beverage and opened the meal... purple steak again. I sighed and dug in. This was the fifth day in a row that this was my meal. I just bit my tongue and ate. The conversation I had with Robbie replaying in my head.

"How many coupons does one rake in if they win a match in the Pankration ring?" I asked taking a sip of my drink.

The look Sam had on was priceless, it was of shock and bewilderment.

"W...well it can very I've seen as low as three hundred and as high as a thousand five hundred but that person had received a share of the bets and a few tips from on lookers." Sam said coughing a few times once he had finished speaking, "Your not thinking of fighting right? I know your strong but you don't seem like you'd hurt a crystal fly."

"In all honesty, I might have to. Robbie, the man I brought to the infirmary said I should try it out and seeing that's it has been a month of me working the production zone and I've barely saved over a thousand six hundred coupons I might have to. I promised someone I'd do a favor for Ms. Sigewinne. After all she treats us all with such kindness. I just want to help her. However that requires sending a letter to my friend in Liyue. Which unfortunately cost two thousand." I shook my head finishing the strange tasting meat.

"That is fair enough I guess. So would you like to go talk to the ring manager? I have to be back on duty in a bit but I can at least walk you there." Sam offered but I swiftly decline.

"I'll pass, I don't want you reputation to be soured with other guardes just because you've been seen with me." I say heavily sighing.

"Some guardes still giving you trouble huh?" He asked pulling coupons out of his pocket and placing them on the table.

I simply nodd and stare at the stack he placed on the table. Three hundred coupons if my calculations were correct. I would of been just shy of the amount I needed but I wasn't about to ignore Sigewinnes orders. That sets me back to around thousand five hundred.

"Keep your chin up Silva. Who knows, maybe if you do make a name for yourself in the ring they'd show you some respect." Sam said walking away, "See you in a couple days."

I waited for him to be out of sight then headed for the ring. I walked straight there and took the lift down. I wasn't exactly afraid. I knew how to fight both Ayato and Mr. Zhongli saw to that. Then the thought of the ten guards came to mind and I shuddered.

Hey it's OK! You haven't been in contact with that drug you were dosed with. Nothing will happen. My inner self screamed at me.

Stopping and taking a deep breath I gathered myself. I took a moment to think this over logically. My thoughts ranged from coupon budgets to work schedule impacts if I got injured. But on thing sold it for me. What happens if my skills rust while I'm in here. Tevat is a dangerous place and while I know I could always use alchemy to cover my ass. I needed to keep my instincts sharp.

I carried onward to my destination. The room had the smell of sweat and iron tinged with a slightest hint of blood. The ceiling was high and the stands had quite a lot people in them.

It was just the middle of the day and there was a match playing out in the ring. It being a Saturday, this made sense. I stood along the side lines as the inmate fought a decent sized armored crab. He was using a standard iron point pole arm.

The crab and the man exchanged a few blows before the guy managed to get the tip of the spear into a crack in the chitin of the crabs underside. Slamming the poor beast on the steel head first created a loud crunch that echoed throughout the arena. After letting out a squeaky screech the beast mouth bubbled as it collapsed to the floor of the ring.

The audience burst with mild bouts of applause. The inmate stepped out of the ring as a crew went up and dragged the carcass of the crab off. The man started to talk to the person in front of a bulletin board.

I approached cautiously. The man by the bulletin board quickly noticed me and smiled. Placing a hand up as if to tell the winner of the match we just witnessed to give him a moment.

"I was starting to wonder if you would ever grace our presence." The burly man said with a smile.

"Who me?" I asked curiously when I reached him.

"Who else would I be speaking to. I am Roussimoff. I manage the ring and the fighters." He said offering his hand.

I placed my hand in his, "I'm Silva, I was wondering it I could sign up for a match. I can't let my training go to waist, right?".

Roussimoff shook my hand with gusto, "Well for the girl who put ten guards in the hospital, you are very polite. I'm sure I can line up a match for you tonight if you can cover the entry fee. I can't garentee a high pay out but it will be at least Six hundred since it will be later in the evening. The buy in is three hundred coupons. Are you in?"

I was about to pull out the coupons Sam gave me from my time in the production zone when I heard a snort.

"Roussimoff, you can't be serious? Look at this girl! I doubt she's ever seen a real fight! Look at her! She's more built for the brothel than the battlefield!" The man wielding the pole arm exclaimed.

"Excuse me! Would you care to repeat that again?" I said harshly, my eye twitching in annoyance.

"Not now girl, men are talking." The asshole said.

"That enough Renard! You know that anyone in the fortress can partake in the ring so long as they have a buy in and aren't banned by his grace!" Roussimoff shouted, "I expected better from you than this slander. I'll have you know I've watched Ms. Silva in the production zone more times than naught carrying heavy equipment and parts with out breaking a sweat."

"Then why don't we see if she can prove me wrong! You seem so sure of her then place her up against me, your top rookie!" The pole arm wielder shouted as a loud resonance of cheers backed this guy up.

"I'm sorry about this Ms. Silva, but perhaps you can wait a few day til this blows over?" Roussimoff said a comforting tone in his voice.

I simply chortled and pulled out the coupons and slammed them in Roussimoff's hand.

"You have no need to worry about me. I think I'll have to instill proper manners into this bastard of a man." I said looking Renard in the eyes.

"I'd like to see you try wench!" He said, "seven thirty be here and maybe I can beat that unsightly language out of your mouth."

He walked away laughing. I felt a wave of calm wash over me. I hadn't felt this in roughly four years. Not since the Tenryou commission demanded I'd be arrested for spilling tea on their master while serving the Kamisato clan. Ayato had my back at that time but I was on my own now.

This calm was the silence before a storm. Roussimoff pulled me to the side. He had a stern look on his face. I could tell he wasn't pleased with the situation.

"Are you sure about this? While I don't know your skills I can tell you Renard isn't a pushover. He just started just over a month ago but hasn't lost a single time. While there is no killing in the ring rule, you could end up severely hurt. Worse than you were when you arrived at Meropide." He said his expression shifting to one of concern.

"I know, I've seen plenty of fighters crushed and broken on the infirmary beds after what I heard were gruesome fights." I said rubbing my now throbbing temple, "However, I couldn't just stand there and accept that asshats disrespect. I was raised by house Kamisato, I was taught to not take slander lightly."

"So you're from Inazuma then? We have a few inmates from there. So I assume you fighting style would be typical Inazumian sword martial arts?" He asked.

"No, sadly, I wasn't taught swordplay during my years at the Kamisato estate. i learned a decent amount of mixed martial arts. I learned how to fight with arms after I left Inazuma. Is there a place where I can get a weapon?" I asked, looking around the arena.

"Head to the rag and bone shop, tell them I sent you. They will get you something you like." Roussimoff said.

I quickly thanked him and ran off towards the shop. As long as I had a weapon, I could make a strategy again a pole arm wielder. Mr. Zhongli, he made sure I was able to defend myself before I started to travel.

I arrived at the rag and bones shop within a few minutes of leaving the ring. There wasn't a line, just Alvard shouting at the stockers to be careful. Unfortunately, I hadn't timed my slow down quickly enough and ended up slamming into the steel wall.

The noise caught Alvards attention. I stood up as he walked over to me. He was wearing a confused look on his face.

"Silva, are you alright? Normally, you don't sprint in, nor is it the time of the week you normally come and get your toiletries." Alvard said, scratching his head.

"Not this time, Al. I have a Pankration match tonight, and I need some form of weapon. Preferably something good against a pole arm.

"Sadly, we haven't had a restock of Pankration accessories. But you can look around for things you think you can use Silva. Can't have ya be stuck in the infirmary for too long?" Alvard said an airy chuckle pushed past his chapped lips.

"Thanks..." I sighed as I looked through the near barren stock.

There wasn't much, just some rusted short swords and a couple of ripped up tomes. That was troublesome. Swords never really fought well against pole arms, and I had known very little about using catalysts. That was when I noticed the long wires bound together in the corner of the last crate.

Picking up the bundle, I studied the wires. They had a slight familiar purple glow about them... eletro crystal. I had heard rumors that the research institute of Fontaine was experimenting with the element infused stones. Were these wires a prototype that was discarded and sent here by mistake?

The group was of four ten to twelve foot long glowing wires. I had read previously that certain combat scenarios wires could be used to tangle and entrap enemies without the usage of intricate knots. I held the wires in my hand and felt the hmm of the electro energy purring through them.

I pulled them out of the crate and turned to face the shelf behind me where various empty bottles just lined the shelves. Some of them reminded me of the jars Baizhu had stacked in his shelves. I noticed a set of vials behind the rest of the bottles and called Alvard over.

"Hey Alvard, how much for the flight of vials on the shelf?" I asked curiously.

"Those old things just take them. We haven't had a place for those since the change of wardens. His grace doesn't need to carry around poisoning agents like the last warden did. Heck, I think we have another few dozen in the storage area." Alvard said, reaching behind the many jars and bottles, pulling them forward.

"Depending on how my fight goes, I might be back for them." I said, grabbing the little bo⅞ttles from him.

"What's your plan?" He asked, staring at the items in my hands.

"You'll just have to come to the arena and see." I said, smiling and walking out.

I knew what I'd do and what it would take. I had to be fast. The steeping time and brewing would take the most time. I always had one thing that stood above most of my foes, and tonight, I was going to show that.

(Time skip seven twenty-six)

I breathed heavily as I walked up the steps. My dark navy hair pulled back into a high pony, the odd forest green highlights standing out against my pale skin. I was in a sports binding for my chest and tight-fitting khaki shorts with deep pouch-like pockets. My secret weapon tucked inside those said pockets, clinking away as I strode up the stairs.

Renard stood at the other edge of the ring pole arm slung over his shoulders. I could hear his snickering through the cheers of the crowd. Many calls to kick her ass or show her what she's good for. Not a sound escaped my lips. All there was on my face was a smirk.

"You ready to be shown to the kitchens?" Renard laughed, swinging his spear down, pointing the tip at me.

"Yeah, she's been making it hard for us to keep up with quota in the production zone! Knock her down a peg." A random inmate shouted from the stands.

I took a moment to look out towards the stands. It seems he rallied some people who were less than fond of me, and one person stood out in particular, the guard who escorted me into Meropide. He was standing right up front against the stands railing.

"Gathering my fans, aye? That's not going to help you, Renard. You're just adding more fuel to the flame." I say pull out the wire from my right side pocket and loosely wrapping the ends around my knuckles.

"Well, well, it seems this girl has a spark after all. What do you guys say? Shall I run her through, like I did that crab earlier?" Applause roared from the crowd.

Roussimoff walked over to the edge of the stairs, and the crowd got even louder. He stared at the two of us for about eight seconds each and shook his head.

"Residents of Meropide! Welcome to our main event of the evening! On the left corner, he is strong with a pole arm and has captured your hearts in a short span of the past month. The local rookie, please welcome Renard!" Roussimoff shouted as Renard slammed the butt of his spear on the metal floor.

I rolled my eyes as Roussimoff started my introduction, "In the right corner, she made her name, taking out ten guards unarmed before arriving. She works to keep the production zone efficient and safe. Put your hands together for our newcomer, Silva!".

A couple of claps rang out from the stands. No one nearly as excited about me as they were my opponent. Roussimoff shook his head at the disparity between my and Renards support.

"You both know the rules! Now fight!" He shouted, jumping from the steps.

Without blinking an eye, Renard charged forward. The tip of his pike was aimed at my ankles. As he got close, I reached down and grabbed the head of the spear. Yanking the spear forward, I prepared my unwired fist. Once he got close to me, I delivered a raging upper cut.

A gasp rang out from the crowd. Then roars of disbelief. Renard recovered at the roars of the inmates and jumped back. A serious look growing on his face.

"That was a ballsy move wench!" He spat quickly, pulling his lance into a defensive position.

"I have more balls than you, more than likely!" I said, dashing behind him slowly unfurling the wires.

He was quick on his feet! He spun around and slashed at my face. Barely managing to duck underneath the pole arm, I felt the sting of the blade cutting into my forehead. I jumped back, swinging my right fist down to my side. The wires followed the command without hesitation.

There was a tearing sound as the wires cut through Renards clothes. The scraped fabric hung off his body, revealing welling up lashes that were prominent on his torso. I saw singed threading where the wires had cut.

"I see the electro crystals amplify the cutting power of the wires." I said, noting the stunned look on Renards face.

There was an enraged outcry from the stands. Confusion raced through the crowd. The wires were no more than three eights of an inch thick. To one far away, it would appear as if nothing had just ripped apart my opponent's clothing.

"Whips are you insane? Dumbass broad!" Renard shouted, clenching his welted abdomen.

"You make use of what you have in prison, right? Not everyone has the luxury of being able to receive a mid grade spear such as that!" I smirked, tucking my left hand, and pulled out a couple of clear liquid filled vials.

"Like I'd let a rat like you take my spotlight! I worked to earn this weapon!" He said, lunging towards me.

I side stepped tossing the vials. Crack! The vials shatter soaking his clothes and face in water. I heard him sputter as he wiped water from his face.

"What the hell? Did you just throw water on me?" Renard said, swinging blindly.

I spun around, wrapping the wires around his legs. His motions stopped as he looked towards his legs. I pulled them tight, noticing the thin current running through the wire. Quickly, I grabbed another vial of water and threw it his bound legs. As the current surged, I yanked the wires, sending Renard toppling to the steel floor.

Renard choked on his voice as if trying to hide the pain he was in. Sounds came out in a rattled motion. His body had purple bolts of electro energy racing through the water. I yanked once again, pulling the wires free, shredding his pant legs, and caused deep gouged areas on his ankles.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" He manages to gasp out between spasms.

"Me... I'm just a poor lost girl looking for her mother. You, on the other hand, renard are so jaded and disgusting towards women you couldn't even see the leagues between us expirence wise." I said pulling out a large chilling vial, "It's time I end this match."

Renard growled as he tried to stand. The electro energy still flowing over him. The water dripping from his shredded clothes. He looked pitiful as I slammed down the vial.

The mist flower corolla potion acted fast coat his body in a thin layer of ice supercharging the remaining electro energy. I watched as the foolish man tried to fight against the elements only to pass out completely pass out.

Roussimoff rushed up, lifting my arm.

"That's it, we have the victor for this match. In an absolute upset, the winner is Silva." Roussimoff shouted, staring down at my form, "hardly broke a sweat it appears too."

"We were leagues apart in battle experience. That's what did him in." I said as the crowd burst into a bout of cheers and chaos. The bastard who escorted me storming off.

Little did I know that his grace was over on sidelines, slowly applauding.

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