Notes: My contribution to Mermay 2024 while I still have motivation to write this month.
Characters: Alhaitham, Diluc Ragnvindr, Wriothesley, Dainsleif, Neuvilette, Capitano
Warnings: mentions of physical violence
Don't you hate it when you got teleported into an anime series and has to survive by opening a restaurant that both slayers and demons come? Not me tho y'all stay safe
Nazra, somehow, has been teleported to the Demon Slayer series. While she didn't know that much about the series, she knows the basic and stuff. There's already a restaurant when she was there, ownership under her name. So with the knowledge of her modern life, she opens her restaurant.
Idk how to draw building, but this is kinda how I imagine her restaurant to be.
Girl is sweating with how much attention she's getting like she just wants to survive and works in her restaurant smh
At least she's getting the profit and benefits from all those attention.
Wrio the slay calling reading clingy so reader sleeps on couch …😊 thx
in which: you overhear wriothesley calling your affection too much, so you respect his wishes and give him some space. yet, why does he not seem like it?
warnings: 5.6k words (why did it get so long), hurt/comfort, gn!reader and wriothesley are married, pet names, no spoilers but set in canon, misunderstandings and miscommunication af, slowburn??, you might tug your hair out at some parts lol sorry, fluff with angst but happy ending, it gets emotional.
a/n: okay this was definitely not my favourite piece, i was experimenting with writing styles and writing in an omnipresent pov... so sorry if it feels clunky at some bits. overall, i'm pretty happy! also sorry for not sticking to the original prompt
Perhaps today was a bad time, you think as you leave the Fortress of Meropide, anxiety churning in your stomach and doubt weighing on your mind. Despite Fontaine’s sunrays shining brightly upon you, you feel anything but warm.
What started as a visit to your husband with kind, wholesome intentions of delivering some lunch to him on your day off ended with a visit that left you riddled with questions. Coming at a time when he was in a meeting nearing its end, you didn’t even get the chance to speak to him, yet his words rattled around your head, replaying like a broken disc.
“How are you and your spouse?” A rich voice echoes from his office, door slightly ajar signifying that whatever discussion was happening within was coming to an end.
“Y/n and I? We’re amazing, thank you,” Wriothesley answers. “I’m always happiest whenever I’m with Y/n.”
The company, who you have realised is Monsieur Neuvillette, responds. “That’s good to hear.”
“Although, Y/n has been quite… affectionate recently, to the point that it’s borderlining too much-”
The conversation is drowned out by a ring of an alarm on Wriothesley’s desk and the atmosphere from his office suddenly grows in tension. The voice of the two men turn from relaxed to alarmed in a matter of seconds, and that is when you decide it is probably time to take your leave, lest you intrude on whatever emergency has happened.
Dropping the lunch you brought for Wriothesley at reception, even the receptionist was confused by how quick your visit was since they typically lasted for an hour- even longer since Wriothesley likes to push the amount of time he gets with you. They don’t question it, though, merely nodding in understanding when you tell them to drop it off for him on your behalf.
Has Wriothesley always thought of your affection as too much? If it was overwhelming him, why didn’t he tell you? And why Neuvillette, the Chief Justice of Fontaine, of all people? You understood the nature of their relationship- how they both tend to confine in each other with whatever they are troubled by, but why couldn’t your husband come to you about this directly? You made an oath on your wedding day to be fully honest with each other and to never hide anything. Where did that promise go?
Hello! It's been a while. Here are some Spiderpunk portraits. I had so much fun playing with Hobie's style, that I ended up doing multiple versions. The last 2 are based on Mile's and Gwen's color schemes.
Which one is your favourite?
In your homeland, the nation of war, healers are highly valued, highly sought after. This, however, does not grant them autonomy. Traded, won, and bought. That has been your life thus far. Now though, you’ve fallen into the possession of a man you know will never lose a battle.
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The sun was relentless, on the battlefield. Glaring down from the horizon, it was blindingly bright. It’s heat was so palpable it warped the rocky terrain around you. Your face, back, legs, all were drenched in sweat. But that wasn’t the worst of it.
The worst part was the smell of the fallen bandits cooking under it.
You choked back a sob as another waft of the scent passed you. Rotting, seared. The battle was over, but didn’t dare to move from the spot behind a jagged rock you’d taken. Quietly, you cursed to yourself, “stupid, fucking—stupid. Gods, archons, fucking, idiotic—”
Idiotic team leader, idiotic fucking team. The scouts were supposed to make sure backup wasn’t within range, the talkers were supposed to intimidate them into to fork over their supplies, and the front liners were supposed to not fucking die should a altercation begin.
Apparently none of them did their job, because the moment swords were drawn, one of them sent a signal to a larger group of Fatui a ways back—the moment their backup arrived marked the start of the bloodshed.
They cut through your group with far too much ease. Trained. You didn’t dare peek out from your hiding place, but you listened to the ‘shirk, shirk, shirk’ as each bandit was double-tapped.
You bit your bottom lip hard, hard enough to draw blood, as footstepped creeped closer.
As a healer, you’d never been afraid of defeat. Even ones that had the entirety of the group you were with dead. But those defeats came at the hands of other Natlan people. Those were people who would spare the healer, finding better uses for you than death. The Fatui? No such promise. Surely they had their own, and in turn, you held no use.
Man, writing genshin reminds me of 2022 where the whole Harbingers have just been revealed. Ig it’s time for me to finally fulfil all those requests about this hunk.
“It won’t be long until he comes here.” the dragon muttered, its long and scaly body coiled around the tower in which you were ‘imprisoned’ in. Its slit eyes glanced at you through the balcony, the yellow irises almost blinding you due to the added effect of the sunlight. “What would you do when that happens?”
You looked down and bit your lips. The irony of you feeling safer in a dragon’s clutch than your own knight wasn’t lost on you. True, it’d kidnapped you, a helpless princess from a nearby kingdom. But as a prisoner, you weren’t treated cruelly like you’d expected. The dragon had been confused and wary when you hadn’t yelled for help or begged it to release you during the first few days, although you did question its motive for kidnapping you. Turns out, it had a grudge against Capitano, your strongest knight, and decided to use you as a hostage.
As much as it displeased you, you wouldn’t deny that the kidnapping had provided you with an ample opportunity to avoid Capitano for a while. He was loyal, yes, and powerful. But there was something about him that made you wary. Maybe it was his hollow helmet. Maybe it was his constant silence. Or maybe it was his intense gaze. You felt it even when you thought you were alone. Not to mention, your marriage proposals had decreased significantly after he worked in the castle. Sure, some candidates were annoyingly persistent and subservient, but to think even the good ones were starting to distance themselves from you was no less concerning.
Who knew what Capitano had done behind your back…
(implied fem!reader, references to long hair and makeup ig?)
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who spots you across the gym on the treadmill while he's training one day. You're cute, he thinks, barefaced and glowing with your hair tied up. Soon, he finds himself inexplicably glancing back at you between each of his sets, following your workout curiously.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who finds himself going to that gym to train more and more frequently, hoping you'll be there every time he arrives. His hopeful eyes scan across the room as soon as he walks in, relief filling him when he spots you and disappointment when he doesn't.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who trains harder when you're there, in the hopes of drawing your attention or even maybe impressing you, though he would never admit it to himself or anyone else.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who walks in one day to find you in the weights section attempting squats with a weight, and instantly blanches. This was an unexpected, though not unwelcome, development.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who gets surprisingly nervous, heading towards the weights slowly and trying to begin his own training. All the while, his heart is pounding in his chest at how near you are, at the fact that he can see your body up close, the tension in your muscles as you dip into every squat. It's incredibly distracting.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who panics internally when you approach him out of nowhere, asking him to spot you whilst you use the chest press bench. He agrees, hoping his cheeks aren't as red as he feels they are.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who appreciates the musculature of your arms and shoulders, finding you that much more attractive up close like this.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who gives you such sincere encouragement and gentle tips to improve your form whilst you complete your set. When you return the bar to the rack, he's grinning like your achievement is his own.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who wasn't expecting you to strike up a conversation afterwards but he allows it to happen, falling into an easy back and forth with you. He realises then that not only are you hot, but kind and intelligent too. You're so easy to get along with, and he never wants this conversation to end, having forgotten all about his own training.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who promises to help you with your weight training a couple of times a week, eagerly accepting your phone number in order to arrange sessions. This is a good start, he thinks. He'd love nothing more than to spend more time with you.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who tries to stay as respectful and professional as he can whilst he helps you, but he can't help the way his gaze wanders. The clothes you wear to workout are extremely pleasing to his eyes, leaving nothing about your shape to his imagination.
✧ Weightlifter!Wriothesley who starts flirting just a little bit, because he simply can't help himself...but he certainly wasn't expecting you to respond in kind. He's baffled and a little flustered, but he grins bashfully at you, sensing the change in your relationship immediately and thanking whichever deity put you in that same gym that he attended.
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Mechanic!Wriothesley who changes the flat tire on your car while you're perched on top of the large work table in his workshop, a cherry flavored lollipop in your mouth. You study the bulging veins in his forearms as he effortlessly removes the damaged tire before replacing it with a new one. The top of his navy overall is partially unbuttoned, allowing you to catch a glimpse of his thick pecks that rise and fall with each steady breath that he takes.
"You getting bored there?" His suave voice sounds rough, almost a little tired. He must have had a pretty busy day judging by the scattered tools around his usually neat and tidy shop, and the oil stains all over him.
"Nuh-Uh." Not at all. With that view? How could you? With a wet "pop", you pull the candy out of your mouth and point it at him before you resume. "You look like you could use a break though."
"Yeah? That bad, huh?" Wriothesley briefly lifts his head to shoot you a handsome smirk before continuing his work. You stop kicking your legs, and instead decide to cross one over the other, clenching and unclenching your thighs to calm this pulsing need that is slowly spreading in your lower area.
With a satisfied hum, you watch him get up from his crouched position and wipe his dirty hands off his pants before striding towards you. The distinct smell of oil and faded cologne wafts through your nose as he halts in front of you, and you have to control the urge to spread your legs and let him get closer. Let him invade your space until all you can sense is him.
"Never." The word is hushed as it leaves your coloured lips, and you smile instinctively when he lifts one eyebrow in confusion. "You could never look bad, Wriothesley."
One look into those deep pools of blue is enough to let your mind drift over to other horizons. You wonder what he'd look like with a few more buttons unbuttoned, how good he'd look between your thighs, how his tongue would feel on your-
Your breath hitches when he leans down, warm air brushes down the column of your throat, and lower to your bosom until his warmth leaves you. And with him, your lollipop disappears too as you notice the empty fingers that have been tightly clutching the white stem.
Biting the inside of your cheek, you watch him slip your car keys out of his pocket. But instead of tossing them to you, like you had anticipated with disappointment, he makes sure to lock your car and puts them back in his trousers.
"'S not safe to drive with it, 'nd I need to make few more 'sheck ups." Wriothesley explains, mumbling almost incoherently and swallowing syllables with your candy in his mouth. "'S okay if I drop ya' off home?"
The lights are turned off once you give him an approving nod, all while you try to contain the stupid grin on your face. So with a hand on the small of your back, he leads you towards his car and holds the passenger side door open for you.
Until now, the lollipop has already dissolved in Wriothesley's mouth. That’s why when he speaks next, you can understand his words and their implication very clearly when he leans down to murmur into your ear.
"Think I can take a shower at yours?"
"are you like... into that?"
you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.
"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.
he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.
rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.
"so?"
