College AU With Bad Boy Wriothesley As Your Boyfriend Who Picks You Up From Your Classes In His Big Expensive

College AU with Bad Boy Wriothesley as your boyfriend who picks you up from your classes in his big expensive bike that has all the other students milling about shooting intrigued and intimidated (and impressed) glances at.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who leans against his bike while he waits for you, all intimidating from his full-black outfit, the scars and the spiky hair, but who immediately breaks out into a smile when he sees you coming towards him.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who brings fried chicken and boba and stays with you whenever you have to stay late at the library to study or to do your work. He even gives you his leather jacket so that you don't get cold because of the AC.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who carries all those big books from the library plus your bag, despite your protests. When you insist that he lets you carry some of it, instead he transfers all of the things to just one hand so he can hold your hand while you walk.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who buys you a leather jacket that matches his so that you're protected and warm whenever he takes you out for late-night bike rides.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who brings you out for a late-night ride on the road that runs along the shoreline, so you can admire the way the moon glitters on the waves.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who feels his heart swell by three sizes when he feels you melt against his back, feels your breath against him and how your arms squeeze tighter around his middle like you're giving him a warm hug.

Bad Boy Wriothesley who vows to do this again with you, as many times as you'd like, as long as you keep holding him like this.

"…please stop that." "Stop what?" You let out a faint groan at his reply, you acknowledge that this young prodigy detective in front of you always has such a wild imagination, but he also has a mind for meticulous logic and reasoning. Which is why, you hope you can find at least one good reason why your boyfriend, Shikanoin Heizou, keeps pinching and squeezing your cheeks right now. It all started a few days ago when Heizou brushed your cheek for the very first time. He offers to eat lunch with you every day during his break, to make up for the lost time he insists. Which in return, you happily suggest having a picnic instead that weekend in hope to have more quality time together. He leans in towards you, to wipe some sauce off your left cheek while you were eating your favourite food. That's when he learned how soft your cheek feels, his eyes were wide open as he made a new discovery about you. Addicting it seems, he smooshes your cheeks and looks directly into your eyes. His gaze focused as if he was trying to solve some puzzles. He squeezes your cheeks once, then twice, making you stare at him with a very confused face. Now he keeps pinching your cheeks at the most random moments, other times he would just poke your cheek no matter when or where, looking into your eyes with a wide smile. Despite appearing "brainy" to many, you wonder where all his brain goes when he looks so lovestruck like this, he doesn't even seem to care about other people's gaze directed at you two in public. He stop pinching your cheeks, but he didn't bother to remove his hands from cupping your face at all. Instead, he leaned in, landing a quick kiss on the very tip of your nose. He burst out a soft laugh, pulling you close and pressing your nose against his own, making you blush as he gently nuzzled against you. "Sorry I can't help it, you're too cute for me to handle." He mumbled an apology, promising you that he won't do that again, before throwing you some compliments about how adorable you look right now. But judging by that ever-present grin and cheeky glint in his eyes, you can hardly tell if he is actually serious about stopping his 'affectionateness' actions.

𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇

synopsis: wriothesley finds out you have a crush on someone and somehow manages to guess it’s on literally everyone but himself

characters: wriothesley x gn!reader

wc: 1.4k

warnings: fluff, a tiny pinch of angst and insecurity, my poor attempt at humor, slight miscommunication, friends to lovers, coworkers to lovers, swearing, first time writing for wriothesley so he might be ooc

notes: i almost made this angst to fluff but then decided i need to stop adding angst into literally everything i write (even though there’s like a tiny pinch of angst in here too 🙄). anyway, wriothesley is a lot harder to write than i thought he would be so i apologize if he seems ooc here

“Heard you gotta crush on someone,” Wriothesley teases as he walks into his office where you sit on one of his couches. You don’t even hear him walk in, too engaged in the book you were reading to pass time until you had to go through hundreds of inmate records to find something Neuvillette had requested.

His declaration is so sudden it almost makes you spit out the tea you had stolen from him.

Your eyes go wide as you stare at where he moves to lean against the front of his desk, arms crossed and waiting for an answer with that stupid smirk of his, “Hey now, that tea is expensive, so don’t go wasting it, okay?”

“Who told you about that?” you press for answers, a hint of anger in your voice as you ignore his previous statement about the tea. He had plenty to spare anyway.

Wriothesley’s smirk widens a bit, “So it is true.”

Damn him.

You don’t even bother trying to make an excuse, knowing your best friend all too well. He’d pick apart your words like weeds in a garden, finding meaning in them that you hadn’t even intended.

“And what if it is true?” you cross your arms defensively, glaring at him from across the room.

“At least tell me who it is,” he says as he rests his palms on the wooden desk behind him. When you don’t give in to his pleading, he playfully scoffs, “Oh c’mon, I’m your best friend! It’s kinda an obligation for you to tell me these things.”

You turn away, fixating your gaze on a nearby wall adorned with some weird painting he had hung awhile back, “Oh yeah? Since when? Last I checked there aren’t any rule books for being friends with someone. I don’t have to tell you a damn thing.”

“It’s Neuvillette, isn’t it?” he smiles knowingly. Perhaps that was why you were always the one receiving tasks from the Chief Justice instead of him — a guess at best, but enough evidence to convince him Neuvillette was the one.

No, you idiot. It’s you.

You snap your head back toward him, “What? No! I don’t like Neuvillette…not like that, at least. He’s nice and all, but I don’t think I’d be able to date the guy.”

“Damn, I really thought I had that one,” Wriothesley mumbles in defeat, pushing himself off the desk and instead moving to walk around the room as he thinks. It scares you. The fact that he’s so particular with facts and little details that it’s only a matter of time before he collects all the pieces to the puzzle and figures out he’s the one you like. What would he say when that happens? “Too nice, huh? So you like someone a little colder, then.”

Damn it, he got you again!

You don’t answer him.

“Not even going to try to deny it?”

“No,” you grumble to yourself, slumping further into the couch, “you’re only going to dig further anyway.”

He gives a satisfied hum, “Right, so it’s Clorinde then. I mean c’mon, we don’t get a lot of visitors, so it has to be her. She fits the description too.”

You exhaustedly sigh and swipe a hand over your face dramatically, done with his antics, “It’s not her either. And there is no ‘description.’”

He perks up in a way that makes you way too uncomfortable, “Navia?”

“No, I’ve never even met her aside from like one time two years ago,” you refute, sliding further down on the couch to fully lie down and shut your eyes, “I don’t get why you’re so excited over this.”

Wriothesley thinks for a moment before squinting his eyes, “Don’t tell me you have a crush on a prisoner?”

You teasingly peek an eye open while leaning back to look at him, “And if I did?”

“You better not,” he warns, pointing a stern finger at you like you were a prisoner and not his coworker.

You laugh to yourself at his sudden change of mood, “Relax, I was only joking!”

“Not funny,” he says unamused, prepared to pull out the prison’s rule book and slap it over your head if you did, “I’m really runnin’ out of people here.”

“Yeah, okay,” you say sarcastically, resisting the urge to roll your eyes, “thousands of people live in Fontaine. You’ll figure it out eventually.”

You really hope he doesn’t.

The following ten minutes consist of Wriothesley irritatingly pacing around the room and mumbling all sorts of names to himself. Some of which you recognized, others you had never even heard of before. And, despite all of your countless no’s to his guesses, he never gives up. Nor does he realize the answer is right in front of him.

“Just give it up already,” you finally interrupt as he stops in front of you.

A heavy sigh falls from Wriothesley’s lips as he collapses onto the couch, narrowly missing where your legs were outstretched. Defeatedly, he lays his head against the back of the sofa, shutting his eyes as he thinks a little harder. “Oh my god,” he says suddenly, head shooting up to look at you, “…don’t tell me.”

No way. Did he figure it out?

Your breath captures in your throat as his eyes flicker back and forth between your own, searching for some sort of truth. He knows. Your best friend knows that you have feelings for him — and not just the platonic kind.

His brows furrow and his face morphs into one of disgust. It makes your heart drop; the way he’s looking at you.

He doesn’t feel the same way.

“I can’t believe it,” he clicks his tongue in disgust, crossing his arms and turning his attention away from you, “you like Furina.”

Your jaw drops to the floor and suddenly you don’t feel bad anymore, “I actually can’t believe you just said that. Archons, I think you need to visit Sigewinne. I mean, seriously! Furina? Of all people!”

He grins and shrugs carelessly, “I don’t know? She was the last person I could think of.”

“Something is seriously wrong with you.”

“Clearly not so wrong that I couldn’t figure out that the person you actually like is me.”

“Oh please, I don’t even—wait, what? You knew?!”

A boisterous laugh erupts suddenly as you stare at him with wide eyes. You sit up on the couch quickly, slapping his shoulder as he continues to laugh, “Sorry, sorry!”

You don’t find it amusing, “I—when did you figure it out?”

His laugh eventually subsides into a drawn out sigh and his blue eyes soften a bit as they gaze into your own, “I’m not an idiot, you know? I wouldn’t be running this place if I was.”

“Right,” you mumble awkwardly, averting your gaze from his, “so, um, were you just doing all that to lighten the mood so you could let me down easily or…?”

“Or…what?” Wriothesley mocks you, a playful smirk pulling at his lips.

You roll your eyes with a scoff, “don’t make me say it.”

He spares you, luckily. It’s unlike him, but he doesn’t care to joke with you any longer when the subject is so serious, “Yes, I feel the same way. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“No, I totally wanted to hear you say you hate me and want me dead,” you say sarcastically, trying to fight a smile.

“I’m being serious, I really do like you,” Wriothesley presses, ignoring the way you’re becoming awkward from the nervousness floating in the air.

You finally exhale the breath you had been guarding in your chest, relieved that this didn’t go as horribly as you once thought it would.

The alarm sounding for dinner goes off after and you both stand from your places on the couch, “So what do we do now that that’s out of the way?”

Wriothesley falls into step next to you, holding the doors to his office open to let you out first, “We have our first date in the cafeteria, of course.”

Your face drops and you stop in your tracks to glare at him, “That better be a joke.”

He laughs it off quickly, not thinking you’d take it so seriously. Eagerly, he grabs your hand tightly in his as he pulls you to the exit of the Fortress, “Relax, I’m just teasing you! You deserve only the best, after all.”

“You are so annoying.”

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

pairing :: dottore x (ghost) reader

part 2 of lingering presence, please enjoy, i hope that this does not disappoint

tag list: @forgotten-blues @rosymetal @ello-its-me-ya-boi @ki--mi

in the many years that had gone by, you witnessed and experienced a lot. for one, you noticed following the agreement with zandik was that the both of you were no longer alone. there was finally someone who was not afraid of you, and there was someone who finally understood zandik.

it was mostly joy that you experienced until the day zandik told you about his expulsion because of an accident that ended up in the death of another student, soreh. that day, you watched zandik breakdown. it was the first time you saw him so distressed, what am i going to do now? what’s going to happen to my research? where am i supposed to go? he asked.

“those damned sages!” he slammed his fists on the table. “soreh was already dying, all i did was to put her out of the misery she was in! and how dare they remove me, the one who contributed the most to the research paper, from the author’s list! utterly ridiculous…sheer foolishness if i must say!”

your eyes following zandik as he paced about his dorm room. you felt bad for him, you wanted to help him. remembering something interesting you overheard, you floated down from the ceiling and materialised, placing your hands on his shoulders.

“aren’t the sages exiling you to aaru village? you know…i heard the sages talk about recalling the akademiya scholars who were sent to the eleazar hospital in the desert today, you could start again there. no one would know who you are since only exiled scholars are sent over.”

and that was your new destination. you had followed zandik to aaru village, then to the eleazar hospital. true enough, no one suspected a thing. zandik had lied to the exiled amurta scholars who worked at the hospital, claiming that he was also an exiled student from the amurta darshan.

eventually, the hospital was shut down and the two of you were wanderers. until, a man with a mask covering the right side of his face approached zandik. the man, pierro, invited zandik to join the fatui with the promise of resources for his research. “will you treat me like the akademiya did? will you call me a monster, a madman? or will you treat me as my hometown did, and cause me away with pitchforks and clubs…?” the answer that zandik had gotten excited him and he accepted the offer.

both of you had stayed true to the deal made, or so you thought. now, you sat on the operating table, fully materialised. somehow you could feel the cold of your surroundings, you could smell the remnants of dried blood from zandik’s— no, dottore’s experiments, you could feel the blood rushing in your veins and you could feel the beating of the heart in you.

all these years, you faithfully followed and helped the man in front of you to the best you could, no matter how gruesome his requests were, because he promised that he’d help your soul rest for eternity.

“the deal was to help me cross over, not bring me back to life.” your hands gripped the edge of the operating table you sat on. you assumed that he had made an artificial body for you, one similar to the rest of his segments, complete with an artificial heart. you felt something wet roll down your face. tears? the last time you cried was when you were alive. you felt betrayed.

zand- dottore stepped closer to you. he wiped the tears off your face and chuckled, “how could i not? believe me when i say this. originally, i wanted to help you cross over, but the amount of knowledge you withhold is too much to let go…plus, the research on cloning you did before you died was what gave me the idea of bringing you back. though, i made some adjustments to your new body. unlike my segments, you are immortal. you won’t die, at least not until i do.”

had you known that your old research on cloning would give dottore the idea of bringing you back to life instead of helping you find a way to achieve eternal rest, you would never have talked to him the day you found him in the forbidden section of the library. more and more tears rolled down your face and dottore wiped each and every one of them.

“do not cry, my dear. a smile looks so much better on you,” he took his mask off and leaned in, planting a kiss on your forehead. he pulled away after, crimson eyes staring at you, “you are now mine for eternity.”

masterlist | here is the anticipated part 2 of ‘lingering presence’! apologies if this is not up to standards.

CARETAKER.

pairing: wriothesley x gn!reader

synopsis: despite dealing with an allergy attack, you opt to go to wriothesley's office instead of the infirmary.

tags: sfw, fluff, can be interpreted as romantic or platonic, i'm sitting here surrounded by tissues and my head is full of mr big bad duke and i wanna be babied. so here u go

it's very rare for wriothesley to be surprised. given his extensive list of connections and knack for gathering intelligence, hardly anything within the fortress of meropide escapes his ears.

however, when sigewinne mentions in passing that she saw you in the administrative area earlier this morning, his eyebrows raise in genuine shock. normally, you make a beeline for him upon arrival to the fortress, and you're well aware that he spends most mornings and early afternoons collecting reports from the guards and the leaders in the production zone.

seeing that he's already passed through most areas in the fortress today while making his rounds, there's only one place he can think that you could be (if you're still there).

lo and behold, as he heads up the stairs of his office with a thick stack of papers in his hands, he spots you laying on the couch towards the back of the loft.

"it's odd of you to come here and not have the decency to say hello," he teases. you jump at the sound of his voice, turning your head and revealing your reddened eyes and a cluster of tissues in your hand.

before you can greet him properly, he's setting the papers down and coming to stand in front of you. "what's the matter?" he asks, eyeing you up and down. "are you upset?"

"not exactly," you say, your voice thick and congested. "my allergies got the best of me this morning on my way over, so i had to lay down. i promise i wasn't avoiding you." to prove your point, you sniffle. the sound is muffled, and upon closer inspection wriothesley can't see any evidence of you crying.

he hums, kneeling down in front of you. "why didn't you go to the infirmary? you know sigewinne could whip up some concoction to have you right as rain in no time."

your nose scrunches at the thought. "no thanks. i'd rather have the flu than have to choke down another milkshake." to prove your point, you bring a tissue up to your nose and press it against where it's running. "i just wanted to see you today, and this was the quietest place for me to lay down. i hope that's okay?"

the duke smiles a bit at the question. "of course; you're always welcome here. you know that." one of his hands comes up to brush a stray hair from your forehead, and you visibly relax at the feeling. "can i get you anything? we have generic allergy medication, and i've got some green tea from liyue that i hear helps."

"will you put honey in it?"

he nods, quickly kissing your temple before standing back up. "you don't even have to ask. two tablespoons, and a cube of sugar."

"you've got me all figured out, huh?"

wriothesley chuckles, then brushes your cheek with his thumb before turning around.

"guilty as charged. i'll be right back."

happy wrio release! i've already got him c1 and fully built :333

you play that game too, huh?”

nagi looked above from his seat on the stairs and saw you, one level above, staring down at him gaming. he nods and pauses it.

“heh sorry, i was going to dump my trash down the rubbish chute and heard the loading music...”

ah, it must’ve been when i forgot to turn the volume down and accidentally blasted the audio.. he thinks to himself.

then, nagi stands up, stretches and was about to walk back into his apartment when you shouted for him to wait as you bolted down the flight stairs. despite you telling him to wait, he continues to walk off but stops when he hears the familiar loading theme. nagi turns around only to see your phone screen right in front of his face.

(gamer tag), level 247. “check them out!” you exclaimed cheekily. where did nagi see this username and avatar? and why did it look so familiar? it was only after you switched to the rankings page did he realise something. you were the one who was constantly on his tail on the leaderboard fighting for first place.