Tumgik
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
Tumblr media
website
190K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
i am not immune to stories in which characters who have endured harsh, empty existences become absolutely transformed by someone’s sincere love for them and learn to live
61K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
i am not immune to stories in which characters who have endured harsh, empty existences become absolutely transformed by someone’s sincere love for them and learn to live
61K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
today is not my birthday
Reblog this if today isn't your birthday
8K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
So Warm and Fluffy
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Synopsis: Harbinger men (minus Pucinella) with an S/O who wears their Fatui coat.
Characters: Pierro, Capitone, Dottore, Pantalone, Childe
Tags; Suggestive on Childe
A/N: Gawd, I need more lore on all the harbingers. I need MORE. I also lowkey didn't know what to write for Panatalone, which sucks cause I absolutely love this man.
Tumblr media Tumblr media
The party was a bore, you couldn’t help but let out a bored sigh. Pierro seemed to immediately notice this and placed a gentle hand on the bottom of your back.
“Is everything okay my dear?” Pierro whispered into your ear, you leaned against his shoulder and sighed.
“This place is a bore and there’s nothing fun.” Pierro hummed in agreement as he stared distantly towards the crowd. There was a small crowd of aristocrats huddled around you two hoping to earn a favor from the Tsaritsa. You just sighed again before looking at the giant door that beckoned you toward them.
“Dear, I’m going to walk around a bit. Is that okay?” You asked, tilting your head towards him. Pierro closed his eyes and gave a soft nod.
“Make sure you bring a scout.” Pierro sighed as he turned back to a conversation an aristocrat was trying to make. You smiled to yourself before beckoning a nearby scout to follow you. You were very lucky that the party was hosted in one of the many Fatui’s castles, even more lucky that this just so happens to be Pierro’s. You and the scout silently walked down the empty hall, your shoes echoed around before stopping by a familiar door. You smiled as you fished in your pockets, pulling out a small key. You gently placed the key inside the keyhole before turning it. With a soft click the door opened revealing a huge office. You knew this office quite well as this was Pierro’s main office. You walked towards the giant desk smiling as you picked up a small picture of you and Pierro. You gently placed the picture back down before walking around the office. Staring out the window you sighed happily staring down the garden that Pierro planted for you. You were so lost in thought, staring at the snowflakes that slowly drifted down, that you didn’t feel the soft click of the door open. You smiled to yourself thinking about the nice stroll you and Pierro took earlier in the morning. You suddenly felt warm, when you felt a soft coat gently placed on your shoulder. 
“You’ll get cold if you stay still like that.” Pierro murmured against your ear, planting a soft kiss against your cheek. His mask slightly biting your skin. You giggled as you turned to face Pierro. 
“Well if I do get cold you’ll somehow keep me warm right?” You smiled as you placed your hand right where his heart lay. Pierro deeply chuckled as he cupped your hand as you planted a soft kiss on your wrist.
“Of course, my dear.” 
Tumblr media
Capitano grunted as he attacked the dummies with his giant claymore. You stared unapologetically at Capitano’s abs, muscle, anything your eyes looked around. You sighed dreamily as Capitano's muscles moved and contracted with each swing. You two were in the lobby of Goth Grand Hotel which Lord Regrator generously booked… forever. Capitano swung his claymore, slicing the dummies in half. Capitano huffed and puffed as he circled his shoulders. Loosening the tension in his shoulder. You clapped at Capitano’s display,
“You look so good Darling.” You smiled as you slouched against the plush lobby couch. Capitano gave out a hearty laugh before walking over to get a drink from his cup. 
“Thank you my love.” He laughed as he lifted his helmet slightly for him to wipe his sweat. You hummed as you looked around the lobby of the Goth Grand Hotel. It was quite fancy, true to Mondstadt architecture the arcs curved beautifully with etched designs watching over you two. The soft light emitting from the crystal chandelier shone upon you. Your eyes drift before you spot Capitano’s Harbinger coat. He didn’t wear it as Mondstadt’s weather didn’t deemed it cold enough for him to wear it. You traced your hand over the details of the Harbingers coat. Whoever designed it clearly had a good sense of fashion. You smiled as you pulled the heavy coat towards you. Capitano’s smell filled your senses as you took in a deep breath, allowing his scent to fill your lungs. You couldn’t help but sigh as you got comfortable on the lobby couch. You watched Capitano continue his training, his sleeveless turtleneck hug his muscles so well. Capitano swung his claymore making eye contact with you who was snug underneath his harbinger coat.
“Comfortable?” Capitano asked, hoisting his claymore over his shoulder. You nodded as you pulled the black fur close to your face.
“Your jacket is very comfortable.”  You smiled as you adjusted your position, Capitano laughed as he turned back to his dummies.
“Well then I'll ask Pantalone about getting you a custom one." You can hear Capitano smile as he slashed at the nearest dummy. You couldn't help but laugh,
"That would be nice wouldn't it?"
Tumblr media
You shivered inside Dottore’s lab. Your lover is a mad man so of course he loves to have his lab ac on in an already really cold nation. You are already wearing thick layers but the cold keeps biting your skin. 
“Can we please turn the heater on?” You asked, but it seemed the question fell on deaf ears. As none of the segments seemed to hear you, they were too busy arguing with something that you couldn’t understand. You frowned slightly as the cold got to you. You got up and started to pace around the lab trying to warm yourself up. It was slightly working if it wasn’t for the fact that every other step you were taking you were bumping into one of the many segments. You always apologize and move out of the way. You did a couple more laps before you were stopped by Omega who just gave a small smile.
“Darling dearest, I believe you’re getting in the way. How about staying in Prime’s office till he returns?” He asked, not even waiting for your answer before guiding you towards Dottore’s office. You tried to protest but it seemed that protest didn’t reach Omega who just opened the office door and gently pushed you in.
“I’ll ask Delta to bring you something to eat, just stay put okay?” Omega gave you a smile before closing the door with a soft click. You sighed in frustration as you waltz around Dottore’s office. It looked off putting for some people, but you thought it was just his weird hobby. The assortment of body parts in jars, taxidermy animals, different types of ruin guards splattered around. It was a mess but a weird organized mess. You walked around his desk sitting down on his plush chair. Still freezing cold, you looked around the office spotting a small closet in the corner. Smiling, you got up and walked towards the door. Maybe Dottore at least will have a lab coat or something for you to wear. Opening the wooden doors, they gave a soft groan as you peered inside. The closet was mainly empty except for one item, his Fatui harbinger coat. You smiled to yourself as you ran your hand through the fabric. It was so soft under your hand, the soft metal clanked against each other as you cupped the teal crystal. You admired the crystal in your hands as it sparkled in the light. You gently took the coat off the hanger and put it on. The warmth instantly engulfs you, along with his scent. You smiled to yourself as you walked back towards his desk chair. You plopped down back on the plush chair, wiggling a bit, getting yourself comfortable on the plush chair. Finally comfortable in the severe cold lab you nuzzled your head against the black fur. The thick winter coat made you instantly feel warm. As you enjoy the deserved warmth you feel your eyes becoming droopy. Sleep lures you in as you close your eyes, the warmth, dottore’s cologne, and the comfort of being close to the segments. It seemed that you lost the battle as sleep took over slouching against the desk chair.
Tumblr media
Dottore walked into the lab to the buzzing sounds and movements. He rolled his shoulder as he put on his white lab jacket. Before he could get to his experiment table he was stopped by Delta who handed him a report.
“Here is that report you wanted,” Delta nodded as Dottore took it out of his hands. He flipped through the pages pleased by the results.
“Good, get back to work.” Dottore threw the report back to Delta’s arms, who just nodded. But before he was able to get back to work Delta told him about your state and how cold you were. Dottore rolled his eyes as he knew you would be cold and asked what they did about it. Delta mentioned that you paced around a bit before being put into his office. Dottore was curious about what you had gotten up to in his office. Dismissing Delta, Dottore headed to his office giving soft raps against his own office door. He thought this was silly but he rather you not throw something at him then be startled for a bit. When he didn’t hear a response he opened the door, only to be greeted by you snuggled up in his fatui harbinger coat sleeping on his office chair. Dottore smirked as he walked over to you, watching your sleeping form. Oh how naive you are to let your guard down, if you were anyone else he would have stuck so many different types of needles into you. Draw some blood samples, screw it, why not inject you with a mind altering drug? But lucky for you, you were his darling dearest, and he could never hurt you. He smiled to himself before tilting his mask up just enough for him to plant a kiss on top of your head without it poking your head. With a very rare and out of character soft smile Dottore turned back and headed to work. At least he doesn’t have to hear you complain about the cold.
Tumblr media
You and Pantalone walked down Snezhnaya’s greenhouse, a greenhouse that was owned by the Fatui for the public to see ecosystems from different regions. Hand in hand you walked down as you listened to a guide explain each plant from different regions. You smile as you listen to the guide, you would glance back at Pantalone who would always smile at you but you knew for a fact that he was bored out of his mind. He got particularly bored during the Liyue region, you didn’t care, you were just happy to see so much green. Snezhnaya is always cold and has deep shades of blue, so seeing this much green always makes you feel better. You two concluded your tour and were ready to head out, but as soon as you stepped outside the bitter wind blew against your face. You shivered against your already thick jacket, it seemed that the Snezhnaya weather had dipped way below freezing. You breathe into your hands to keep yourself warm, but alas it didn’t work. You stared out on the snow covered streets. Pantalone said that a vehicle should be coming soon but you couldn’t see crap. You felt yourself being pulled gently back inside the greenhouse before having a thick outer layer gently placed on your shoulder. You looked behind to see Pantalone smiling at you, he was wearing his purple inner jacket which seemed to do little to hide Pantalone’s shiver. 
“Pantalone, you’re shivering here.” You tried to protest by removing his Fatui coat off your shoulder but you were stopped as Pantalone placed it back on your shoulders.
“I’ll be fine my lily, your comfort is my utmost priority.” Pantalone smiled as he then turned to one of the workers ``kindly” asking them to bring a heater. Kindly is putting it nicely, more like he was demanding it with a nice tone. You giggled a bit before settling down on a nearby seat. Pantalone turned back to you giving you a rare soft smile that he only gives when you two were completely alone. 
“You look ravenous in my coat dear, I should have the tailor make one to your size.” He smiled as he adjusted the collar. 
“That would be nice,” you smiled as you saw a light shine through the greenhouse's door.
Tumblr media
You were rummaging through Childe’s closet, as Teucer wrote a letter missing Childe. So in return you thought it would be really cute to send one of Childe’s dress shirts over, hoping it would keep the young lad at bay. As you rummage through you feel something soft and fluffy brush against your hand. You paused for sec, Childe doesn’t own anything fluffy. He’s normally wearing something semi-fancy or an outfit fit for a warrior. Letting your thoughts get you, you pulled the fluffy object out of the closet. You gave a soft smile as you pulled his formal overcoat out. You brushed against the fabric, you normally only get to see him wearing this during special events. And when those special events happen you normally can’t see him because you’re so far away from the stage to see the harbingers so close. But when you do get a glimpse you understand the girls in Snezhnaya who fawn over the harbingers. Childe looks so handsome in the coat, and looks very warm. 
An idea popped into your head as you walked out of the walk-in closet. You pranced towards the giant mirror that sat in your shared bedroom. Gently putting the outer coat on you were overwhelmed by Childe’s cologne. You smiled as you hugged the coat closer to you. Looking at yourself in the mirror you were engulfed by his coat. The metal charms softly clanked against each other as you gave yourself a little twirl. Smiling to yourself you cuddled yourself into the black fur. It was so soft and warm and reminded you so much of Childe. As you were lost in your thoughts you suddenly felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist. You yelped in surprise before you heard a familiar chuckle. 
“You look so cute Zolotse.” You hear Childe mumble against the fur.
“Ajax! You’re home early.” You looked at him in surprise. He smiled as he stared loving at you.
“Yeah, I was able to finish work early and was just too excited to come home.” He laughed a bit before burying his head back into the fur coat. You leaned into Childe’s lean body as you two stayed in that position for a moment. 
“Maybe I’ll ask Pantalone to make a custom jacket for you.” Childe smiled as he picked you up in ease and twirled you around. You two laughed before Childe dropped you two on your soft bed. He was on top of you while you were sprawled against the bed. The Coat slightly hanging on you.
“Ha, you look so cute wearing my clothes. I wonder…” Childe gave a devious smile before you playfully hit his shoulder.
“Take me to dinner first Mr.Fatui Harbinger.” You two laughed as Childe fell on top of you engulfing you in a hug. 
Tumblr media
3K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 3 months
Text
🐺. * ⋆.at the gates of the underworld.
【 TAGS 】 married wriothesley x gn! reader drabble ⋅ wrio being a clingy husband ⋅ horrendous, bile-inducing amounts of fluff
Tumblr media
"Are you sure you have to go?" A strong arm encircles your torso from behind as Wriothesley presses a reverent kiss to your cheekbone, savoring the feel of your skin on his lips. One kiss turns into another, and another, and another—
"Yes, honey, I'm absolutely sure," you grunt out as your palms wrap around his arm and pull in an attempt to pry him off. "Need I also remind you that the aquabus to Romaritime Harbor leaves in thirty minutes?"
Your bastard of a husband only hums and wraps his other arm around you, further enveloping you in his embrace as he buries his nose into your hair. "Does it now? You have to forgive me, sweetheart. I haven't been in the overworld for quite some time, you see."
The lift to the Opera Epiclese lands in front of the both of you with a metallic thud.
"Wriothesley—"
A low chuckle erupts from your husband's chest and reverberates against your spine. "I know, I know." His arms unwind from their hold, and you just barely hold back the urge to tuck yourself against his solid frame once more.
Before you can even take a second step into the lift, a gloved hand gently grasps at your shoulder and turns you around. Wriothesley captures your lips in a fervent, needy kiss that somehow lasts between a moment and eternity.
He cradles your head beneath his chin, planting a quick peck on your temple. "Have a safe trip, my love. Come back home to me very, very soon, okay?"
Tumblr media
【 A/N 】 We are back at it again with my truly deplorable title-writing skills! As ya'll can probably tell, I had exactly two thoughts for this drabble: [1] Hades and Persephone [2] Wriothesley saying his signature line. This was originally part of a longer, plot and drama-heavy fic, but you know how kimchi tastes better the more fermented it is? Well, that particular fic was fermenting in my drafts like a hotdog in lukewarm water 💀, so here we are instead with a 'lil snippet from the ending. Fortunately, tomorrow is the last day of our semester so I finally get to have time to write the fics that I'm really pumped about. As always, comments and feedback are very welcome. Thank you for reading!
628 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
🌊 . the primordial sea
【 TAGS 】 wriothesley x gn! reader drabble ⋅ wrio not knowing how to handle being loved and being in love ⋅ fluff with some sprinkling of self-deprecating wrio
Tumblr media
The way you cradle both of his bandaged hands in yours, lifting one set of bloodied knuckles to your lips as you close your eyes and reverently worship him and all his jagged edges and broken skin---
Something warm and painful unfurls in his chest, an exhale catching in his lungs, and oh, he's yours, isn't he? You've already stolen his every breath, his every heartbeat.
A stab of cold fear crystallizes in his shoulders when your eyes snap open with concern.
Please don't tell me I was talking out loud, Wriothesley silently begs to whatever higher power there is. He can't lose you to the depths of his infatuation, not after he's been carefully reining it in for so long, under hidden grins and hovering hands.
"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Your thumb grazes over his knuckle like a feather.
Oh. He didn't even realize his breath hitched.
You do hurt him. There's a knot that forms in his throat every time you're near, the fierce intensity of his emotions threatening to come bursting forth. Thoughts spiraling in his head go off kilter when you touch him like he's something precious, someone to be adored. He's not, but you make him want to be.
Not trusting himself to speak yet, Wriothesley only shakes his head. He watches you smile at him wearily as you bring his knuckles against your cheek and he feels his knees go weak even when he's already sitting down.
He makes a mental note to check the unused areas for any spare training dummies. Surely there has to be one he hasn't beaten the living daylights out of yet.
Tumblr media
【 A/N 】 This is just our secret, but this drabble is actually an appetizer to a longer draft I'm working on that features touch-starved Wriothesley! That particular one means a lot to me so I'm taking all my time on it. In the meantime, I'll be publishing these little drabbles. I'm not super happy with this one again, but it's the only draft I have that actually went somewhere. I'm trying really hard to improve and get to a point where I'm actually sure I like the stuff I put out, so as always--- comments, thoughts, and feedback are appreciated!
501 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
nobara
10K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
US lone dissenter in all of these UN votes is obvious and unsurprising but also still so fucking wild… literally the only purpose of the UN at this point is to demonstrate how wildly extreme the US is in its thirst for war, standing completely and utterly alone against the entire rest of the planet. this crumbling husk of empire needs to fucking fall
14K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
"wriothesley."
"...wriothesley." huh?
"my hands are cold," you whine, stuffing them into your coat pockets. wriothesley looks at you, half his face buried within the cosiness of the knitted red scarf you made for him last christmas.
"you need someone to warm them up for you?" he laughs, taking his hands out of his own pockets. his hands are getting colder – oh, it's freezing out – your hands are definitely ice blocks by now.
"i should have remembered to bring my gloves out." you stare at your hands woefully, scrunching them up rapidly in hopes of earning some spark of warmth. would your hands catch fire? not too sure, but maybe it'd be worth it... just to fight off this cold.
c'mon, think of warm things.. fire, closeness, warm tea, being wrapped in wriothesley's arms...
"it's alright. i forgot to remind you, but maybe it's not a bad thing–" he takes your hand in his and intertwines your fingers with his, shielding your fingers from the specks of snow. a sweet warmth blossoms from your hands ( and maybe in your cheeks ) as he swings your hands back and forth slightly.
"–if i get to do this."
344 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”
— Franz Kafka
2K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
there r like 2 extreme interpretations about the relationship between megumi and gojo - one being that they’re not close at all and the other being they’re literal father son
but i think they fall more into gojo not fully realizing his devastating impact on megumis life and megumi being deeply attached to gojo bc hes the closest thing hes ever had to a secure adult in his life — while also being afraid of abandonment. they’re both similar to me in that they keep formality in their relationship almost like they’re afraid that if they show sincerity something bad will happen. something so irreversible. so megumi keeps an insincere distance and gojo finds his own fondness onesided
i do think they love each other in their own fucked up and sad ways. and i think megumi was disappointed he couldn’t do anything for gojo.
mostly i think megumi was glad to die first. just so he didn’t have see his sensei, the only adult who’s ever cared for him, die first. i think he was truly relieved about that
264 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Note
How would Wriothesley be with a severely overworked reader? How would he take care of them and get them to take a break?
!!!
Tumblr media
Wriothesley would be the type of guy to try and wait you out first, you know? He sits beside you, does some of his own work as he waits for you to cave in and take a break.
But then you approach the fourth hour in a row that you've been working, and he realizes that you're nowhere close to taking a break, so it's up to him to take matters into his own hands.
He doesn't coax you to take a break directly, since he doesn't want to risk pissing you off, esp. since you're overworked atp and you're tired, so you might be more on edge than usual.
What he does instead? He waits for you to come to him.
First, he has the cafeteria bring in one of your favorite dishes— fresh from the kitchen and smelling delicious. He doesn't call you to eat, since he doesn't wanna bother your workflow after all. He just rests his bubble butt on a couch, takes off the lid of the tray and really lets the smell of fresh food circle around the office to make mouth water.
If you don't give in yet, he just shrugs and helps himself. And Wriothesley makes sure that you know how good the food is, too.
"Oh, that hits the spot," he says exaggeratedly right after swallowing a mouthful, primly wiping his mouth with a handkerchief before taking another bite. He hums in contentment yet again, murmuring how he'll be sure to give his compliments to the kitchen later.
And you know what he's doing— you do. But it doesn't stop your stomach from growling, suddenly aware of how long it's been since you last ate anything. But you hold firm somehow, ignoring Wriothesley and focusing back on your work.
He huffs, frowning because okay, if that's how you wanna play, then so be it.
So with a flourish he takes the tray and the half-eaten meal in hand, heading off towards the entrance of his office, loudly announcing that: "Damn, I'm full. Look's like I can't eat anymore— Oh well, guess I'll just have to throw out this perfectly good plate of—"
and like before you just know that he's goading you, but you can't help the way that you lunge for him, swiping the tray out of his hands and plopping it in front of you. Before he can say anything else, threaten your rightful meal any further, you take a bite and stare him dead in the eyes. Then you take another. And another.
Wriothesley, smug grin on his face, hands you a glass of water, and tries not to chuckle when you finish it all.
He says nothing as you polish off the food, but just collects the tray and utensils and deposits it somewhere away from your work when you're finished. It doesn't escape his notice how tired you've suddenly become after your meal— as if the fatigue you've been pushing away for the past hours has suddenly made itself known after your quick snack.
"Want to take a nap, sweetheart?" He asks. When you wordlessly raise your arms, he picks you up with ease, depositing you beside him on the couch. There, he hands you another glass of water while he procures a throw blanket from a little nook in the coffee table.
And when you're all done with your water, he lets you settle down against his chest, lets you doze and regain your energy while he pulls the blanket over your shoulders and wraps his arms snugly around your form. He doesn't comment on how quickly you knock out, not does he bother to ask you when you want him to wake you up. Archons know that he has absolutely no intention of rousing your sleep— not when he knows how much you need the rest.
Tumblr media
[ #Taglist registration here !! ]
549 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
Did I spend a ton on buying dessert to celebrate Satoru Gojo's birthday? Fuck yes I did
0 notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media
https://twitter.com/onlyyagirl_
22K notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
cw: suggestive content, fem!reader
Tumblr media
“come for a stroll with me.”
“i can’t right now,” wriothesley tells you, glaring down at the mess of papers atop his desk.
it was not in your nature to be petulant, but the over dramatic sigh that falls from your lips has him believing otherwise. 
though he wanted nothing more than to abandon the day's duties and join you on the surface for an afternoon stroll, the lord of the fortress of meropide was a very busy man. he had a prison to run.
“fine,” you say, though your exasperated tone indicates that his refusal was anything but.
“you’re the head doctor,” he reminds you, gesturing to the stacks of paper on his desk. “you know how it is.” 
“actually i don’t, because i don’t do all my work at the last minute.” 
“you have sigewinne, who does more than half of it for you.” 
“sigewinne likes paperwork,” you argue, settling yourself atop the corner of his desk. “you could have a whole team of people to help you with these things, but you’re too picky to let them.”
“they don’t do it right,” he huffs, pen scratching a quick signature across the bottom of the topmost report before shuffling it aside. “i know this place better than any accountant whose only concern is balancing a book.”
“fair enough,” you shrug, picking up and thumbing through his reviewed missives with about as much interest as one watching paint dry. he looks down just as a sneaky smile appears on your lips. “i heard it’s quite nice outside.”
“too warm,” he mutters distractedly, too lost in the process of estate management to chit-chat about the weather. 
“perhaps i should shed a few layers before heading out,” you hum thoughtfully, fanning yourself lightly with his papers. 
wriothesley looks up, about to scold you, but the words dry up before they pass the tip of his tongue. 
you certainly hadn’t outfitted yourself as a future duchess might, forgoing a frilly, structured gown for one of his own loose white button downs that’s tucked into closely tailored trousers. 
it’s with great intrigue that he watched your free hand undo the top two buttons of your (his) shirt, revealing the delicate swatch of skin over your neck and teasing him with a peak at your cleavage. 
you catch him staring as you set his papers down, eyes flashing with delight. like a predator that’s successfully cornered its prey. wriothesley - in a last ditch escape attempt - quickly looks away, clearing his throat and staring hard at the report in front of him. 
he could not get distracted today. not with so much work to do. 
but you, oh you. you hop off his desk, walking around it to drape your arms around his shoulders, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. “i suppose i’ll see you later then.”
he mumbles a reluctant goodbye but your lips linger, brushing dangerously close to that sweet spot behind his ear. 
do not give in, his brain instructs, even though it’s getting harder and harder to process the words in front of him with every slide of your hands. 
schooling his features into a calm mask, wriothesley draws a deep, steadying breath. it hardly manages to settle him because archons, you were going to be the death of him. he’s always considered himself a steadfast person with an immense focus that’d been built up from a young age. when he set his mind to a task, he was a difficult man to distract.
you and your wiles have always been proof of otherwise.
“just be back before our audience with neuvillette this afternoon.” he tells you, doing his best to ignore the heat rising to his face. 
finance reviews, surveillance reports, correspondence. finance reviews, surveillance reports, correspondence. finance reviews, surveillance reports, cor–
“stop it,” he demands when your fingertips glide across his chest, fiddling with the knot of his tie. 
“why?” you ask, voice cloyingly innocent. “am i distracting you, your grace?”
“no.”
you clearly do not believe him in the slightest. 
“care for a wager then? because i bet i can distract you by the end of the day.”
wriothesley knows that betting, wagering, or gambling against a former member of the house of the hearth is never a good idea. it’s a dangerous one.
he leans back, arms crossed over his chest as he attempts to salvage what’s left of his dignity. “what are the stakes?”
_____
you know your boyfriend. it isn’t hard for you to wind him up and get him right where you want. 
which was on top of you. 
or underneath you. it depends on the day.
there were no real intricacies in seducing the mighty and fearsome duke. it wasn’t even that hard to fluster him, because a simple brush of your fingers against his was enough to make his cheeks flush with colour.
you just needed to draw him out a little. you’re on the offense, and you know all the right moves required to force him to engage with you.
in an effort to avoid you and (attempt to) win the bet, wriothesley had locked himself in his office for most of the day. it worked out well for you, because you’d been able to sneak into his quarters holding a shopping bag from chioriya boutique.
your plan is put into motion when you hear the duke stomp up the stairs to get ready for the meeting with neuvillette. 
“get back behind that screen,” he instructs when you poke your head out from behind the divider. he’s even slapped a hand over his eyes, intent on staying focused on the task at hand.
wriothesley huffs when you laugh, turning his back to you as he rummages through the dresser. 
he’s murmuring the little rhyme he uses to knot his tie, so focused on the task that he doesn’t notice the crinkling of the tissue paper as you pull your new…outfit out of its bag.
“hey,” he asks. “are you almost ready?”
“i just need you to lace me up,” you call back, shrugging the shoulders of your gown down a touch before stepping out from behind the divider.
you turn to show him the undone laces of your gown, watching his reflection in the mirror. he’s regaled in the fineries of the duke, having swapped out his shirt for a clean black one and fastened a fine fur coat over his shoulders. you appreciate his appearance greatly, but even more so when he finds your little surprise.
“is this…new?” he asks quietly, gloved fingers brushing undone laces aside to get a better look at what hides underneath your dress. 
it was new. a custom set, in fact. your duke likes you in dark lace and sculpted pieces. 
he inhales sharply when you take his wrist, gently guiding his hand to one of the slits in the side of your skirt. 
wriothesley breathes your name softly when his hand drifts up your dress and settles on your hip, meeting nothing but skin. 
a smug, satisfied grin threatens to break out on your face when you feel his lips brush against your shoulder. you had him on the ropes now. he’s just so easy–
his sweet movements cease suddenly and he pushes you away gently. 
“you almost got me,” he laughs, quickly removing his hands from underneath your dress. he grips the laces, deft fingers making quick work doing it up and pulling it taut and tight to hide the tempting lace of your brassiere. 
“but–”
“go put your underwear back on,” he demands, delivering a firm smack to your rear. 
defeated but not the slightest bit deterred, you reluctantly reach for the abandoned garment as your boyfriend glares at the opposite wall. but losing the battle doesn’t mean losing the war. 
“should i put on the garter belt too?”
_____
downstairs, neuvillette sighs, cursing his better-than-average hearing. 
at least you’d had the sense to leave out some good tea.
901 notes · View notes
ladyofpandemonium · 4 months
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Never let them guess your next move
The twitter people seemed to really like this one so I might as well drop it here X'D
8K notes · View notes