I finally started working on the pile of fanfics I adore to the moon and back, and that I want to bind! ♥️
The first one on my list is "Flesh-Devouring" by @magicalbats , which has absolutely changed my brain chemistry in the most positive ways (and has probably the best smut I've ever read 👀)! It's a goddamn masterpiece! ♥️
If you like yourself a dominant Wriothesley, you NEED to give this fic a chance! The first chapter is part of a Kinktober collection, and the rest of the chapters are a separate work! Here's the link to the first chapter:
And a bit of info on the bind for those interested:
After finding out that the author's inspiration for the fic's title was the cerberus, which is Wrio's constellation, I knew that I needed to use a cerberus for the book's logo. Well, I wasn't able to draw up anything I liked, so I decided to use Wrio's original logo from the game... I was really worried that using it would look too boring, but I actually really love how it turned out!
For the cover, I wanted to try a new method (a gradient from red to black with an airbrush), but it seems my ability to use said airbrush is not developed sufficiently (= I fucked it up), so I resorted back to my usual gold heat transfer vinyl method... maybe next time I'll manage to try something new (that doesn't include an airbrush 😅)
And for some reason, I managed to get an oil stain on the end paper - but after panicking I just printed out an AO3 logo and slapped it on the stain (nobody will ever know (excpet those that opened the read more and read this 👀))
All in all, I'm really happy with how this book turned out and I'm learning more and more how to make things look exactly how I want them to look. I'm very happy to have this on my bookshelf! 😁
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Writing smut with Genshin characters is so funny, because wtf are you wearing? How do you undress??
Wriothesley, my man, it must take you like 25 minutes to take off all that shit, with unhooking all those metal chains and taking off those bandages and then the 7,3 layers of clothing (I speak from experience, I have cosplayed Genshin characters (let me tell you, that is an ordeal))! I am not writing that, in my fanfic you're wearing the most simplified version of whatever the hell you chose to put on your body, because my reader isn't gonna wait awkwardly for half an hour before the fun starts. 👀
(shamelessly sliding in and promoting my fanfiction~)
Cinderella Story
〖Wriothesley x Reader〗
✧˚ · .__________________________________.·˚✧
a fairy tail │ a murder mystery │ a romance
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
synopsis: Things are not how you imagined them to be when you were a child, dreaming of your future. Your stepmother and stepsiblings are making your life a living hell, you have no one left but two friends, and to top it off, you are pressured into an arranged marriage with a man you don't even know - the Duke of Meropide will be your future husband. And things are not getting easier, especially not with a killer running wild.
A story very loosely based on the fairy tale of Cinderella, filled with drama, but also some splatters of blood sprinkled in!
A/N: Please bear with me as I have no idea how this site works yet! But I am hoping to sate some of you hungry Wriothesley fans that haven't found my fanfic yet! :D
tags: gn!reader, werewolf Wriothesley, physical abuse, torture, human experimentation, blood, injuries, vomiting, HURT/COMFORT
synopsis: You're a doctor, not a caretaker for some monster.
That's the sentence that runs through your mind as you unwillingly enter the facility to take care of one of il Dottore's experimentations. But what you find is something much more human than just a monster - so human that it breaks your heart. And you decide to do something about it.
This fic contains a lot of hurt and hopefully enough comfort to make up for it! :)
Specimen #173, Notes – Day 1, 12.03.XX78
Everything is way too bright for your liking. The floor, the walls, the lights on the ceiling. You, in your white lab coat, fit right in. The white burns in your eyes and gives you a headache. Of course, feeling like that can also be attributed to how much you don't want to be here. You're a doctor, not a caretaker for any of those damn monsters that il Dottore likes to keep as pets (but that doesn't feel like the right way to refer to them, because one usually treats pets in a nice why, which is the opposite of what il Dottore is doing). You studied your whole life until now, worked yourself to the bone and sacrificed so much of your social life just to get an opportunity to work in your field – only to be snatched up by that lunatic and put into one of his research facilities to take care of one of his experiments.
You’re beyond pissed, but there’s nothing you can do. At least you’re working in what’s somewhat vaguely your field. At least you have work, so you and your family won’t starve in the near future. It grosses you out that you have to be thankful to il Dottore that he is even providing you with a job. You try to swallow your rage down. The only thing you can do is to try and fulfill your obligations to the best of your ability so he doesn’t ‘accidentally’ feed you to one of his experiments. You’ve heard of enough ‘accidents’ like that. So you just comply, for your own sake and for your family’s sake.
You keep walking behind the guy showing you to your workplace. The white hallways seem endless, like a labyrinth, and you’re unsure if you’ll find your way back tomorrow. Well, you will have to.
The man stops at a specific door. There are red letters on it, just like on every other.
Specimen #173, they read.
He unlocks the door and enters, you go after him. What lies behind it is a room that at least resembles the kind of workspace you would like to have. There is a long desk and a lot of medical equipment, many folders and books. It’s all a bit chaotic, like it’s just been left behind by the previous researcher. Which is probably the case.
You remember the list of victims this specific specimen has already produced, over 20 people, if your memory serves you right. Your predecessor is among them, surely. A chill runs down your spine at the thought of how long you’ll be able to survive, but you shove it all the way to the back of your mind. Focus solely on work, you tell yourself.
The guy shows you around your new workspace. As you check out the room, you notice that there is a second door and next to it, a huge one-way mirror. Curiously you step forward to have a look through it, as it will definitely show you the monster you’re going to be working with.
What you see, however, is not something you expected at all. Instead of some disfigured, gruesome creature with claws and fluids dripping from its mouth, you just see a man. He looks to be in his thirties, with black hair and some gray patches in it. He is wearing nothing but a black shirt and pants that have definitely seen better days. No shoes. There are broad metal shackles around his wrists, ankles and his neck. All of them are attached to long chains that disappear into five holes in the wall behind him.
He looks like shit. There is dried blood almost everywhere on his body, as well as scabs and some open wounds too. He sits on the floor, leaning against the wall, his head hanging low. Like there is no more life in him.
That man is a werewolf, the guy showing you around explains. He might look human, but he’s a dangerous monster, apparently. The words reach your ears, but you don’t take them in. What you see in front of you is not any kind of monster, but just a person, defeated, broken and in need of help. And he’s your responsibility now.
Read on here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
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(Posting this once more, because I just added the last chapter, which means this fic is now COMPLETE! ❤)
- Cinderella Story -
〖Wriothesley x Reader〗
✧˚ · .__________________________________.·˚✧
a fairy tail │ a murder mystery │ a romance
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
synopsis: Things are not how you imagined them to be when you were a child, dreaming of your future. Your stepmother and stepsiblings are making your life a living hell, you have no one left but two friends, and to top it off, you are pressured into an arranged marriage with a man you don't even know - the Duke of Meropide will be your future husband. And things are not getting easier, especially not with a killer running wild. A story very loosely based on the fairy tale of Cinderella, filled with drama, but also some splatters of blood sprinkled in!
“You know, I still don’t understand why,” he decides to voice his thoughts. “Why do you want to stay with me? Why did you do all that? Why did you take all those risks just to free me? Why did you put yourself in danger?” By that point he can't help himself but grab your upper arms to pull you closer to himself. His grip is tight, but he realizes mid-way that his werewolf-strength is probably too much for a simple human, so he lessens the pressure his fingers have on your skin again. “Why did you want to sacrifice yourself so I can escape?”
Your answer follows without hesitation, and without any sign of embarrassment. “Because you deserve it. Because no one else would do it. And, most importantly, because I wanted to.”
It all sounds way too good to be true. Way too unrealistic. Wriothesley just can’t fathom that there is a person that would put him over themselves. It just seems so… unnecessary. What worth does he have, as someone who is nothing but broken in body and mind, to someone like you? Why would you put yourself into such danger, when he did nothing but be a burden to you? Showed you none other of his sides than the bad ones? When all he has done is scare you. Hurt you. Injure you. What must you think of him, going to such lengths and taking such risks for a creature as worthless to you as him?
“Who am I to you?” He tries to put all of his questions into a single one.
Read on here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
As best as you can, you scoot up into a kneeing position. He still doesn’t ease his grip on you, but his trembling intensifies as you pull away slightly to be able to change positions. “Wriothesley,” you try again, softly, and the only reaction you get is him pulling you closer. Then his hands finally let go of your arms, only to find the fabric of your shirt. He lays his forehead on your collarbones, effectively hiding his face from you even more. For a second, you don’t know what to do.
Wriothesley continues shaking as he desperately, desperately pulls you into him, and his fists tremble so hard that you should fear for your shirt – but you don’t, because you couldn’t care less about it when he is in such a bad mental state right in front of you. You don’t care that he tears the fabric, and you don’t care about his blood seeping into it as you carefully wrap your arms around his body. The smell of sweat and iron overwhelms you, but you don’t care about that either. You just gently press him into you in what could almost be described as a hug, your thumbs gently caressing his back in the scarce places that aren’t torn or cut.
Fuck. He’s completely out of it.
Read more here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
