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mmmairon · 2 months

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𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭...

synopsis: upon accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation diluc engaged in at the angel's share, you decided to start avoiding him in hopes of getting rid of your feelings for him.

♡ diluc ragnvindr x fem. reader

cw: she/her pronouns, regency au, pre-established relationship, reader is insecure and has social anxiety, hurt/comfort, happy ending, kaeya annoying diluc as always, kaeya and lisa are friends. wc: 3.5k

a/n: this is heavily inspired by a clip from season 3 of bridgerton and also very self ship coded! came up with the title on a whim, hopefully i can change it to something better later. also this is the second fic i've ever "properly" written, please go easy on me ໒꒰ྀི ∩ ⸝⸝ ∩ ꒱ྀིა

two weeks.

it had been two weeks since you last saw diluc ragnvindr, the man who you considered your closest friend.

two weeks.

it had been two weeks since diluc last saw you, but to him it felt like it’d been months.

just two weeks ago, the two of you were laughing and chatting over tea, just like you would every weekend. diluc could not fathom where it all went wrong. why were you suddenly avoiding him? what turn of events had led to this heart-wrenching distance?

diluc released a weary sigh, his fingers grazing through the strands of his unruly hair, his once-tidy ponytail now undone and messy due to the countless times he ran his hands through it in frustration.

in the quiet confines of his study, he paced back and forth restlessly, reflecting on the few times he had caught a glimpse of you over the past two weeks and trying to figure out what had caused your sudden avoidance.

whenever his gaze sought you out, you eluded it, slipping away and denying him the opportunity to draw near. he made it a point to frequent the places that held a piece of your heart more often than usual in the hopes of running into you; the library, the bookstore, the bakery that sells your favourite sweets, even the spot outside the city gates where you like to feed the stray cats. surely you must have finished the novel you were telling him about over tea by now, right? so why was it that he never saw or heard from you?

the absence of your presence left a void in him, one that grew larger with each passing moment. he missed hearing you ramble about the stories you read and he missed helping you pick out a new novel to read. he missed sharing sweet treats with you over tea and watching you feed mondstadt’s strays with the soft smile he adored on your face.

was this it? was it finally time for you to get up and leave his life like everyone else? had he been a fool for hoping you’d stay? no, it couldn't be that simple. he dismissed the notion and shook his head to get rid of his doubtful thoughts. deep down, he understood that your enjoyment of his company was genuine. he sensed the sincerity in the warmth of your companionship and saw the way your eyes lit up when you were around him, so what happened?

at first, he just assumed you were busy. however, when his attempts to reach out through letters went unanswered, the realization slowly dawned upon him that you were intentionally creating distance. days of your avoidance turned into weeks, leaving him puzzled and yearning for an explanation. that is, until he saw you at the annual spring ball.

there you stood, adorned in a beautiful dark red gown that perfectly matched the shade of your beloved lipstick. you looked breathtaking. He was always fond of the colour, and seeing you wear it made him love it even more. he hated wine, but he always found himself feeling intoxicated whenever you wore its rich, crimson hue.

he longed to approach you, to finally break the silence and hear your voice again, but the constant stream of people that wanted to engage in small talk with him thwarted his every attempt.

you’re not sure why you attended the ball. you hate social gatherings, yet here you were. diluc shared your disdain for such events, but as a noble, he had to keep up his appearances. perhaps, deep down, your heart yearned for one last glimpse of him, before you planned to forget about him completely.

however, your plan to forget him was proving futile. despite how hard you tried to distance yourself, he lingered in your mind incessantly, a persistent presence that occupied your waking hours and invaded your dreams. you couldn’t help but miss him and the friendship you both shared. his presence brought an inexplicable comfort that your heart craved more and more each day you were apart from him.

throughout the night, you had made every move to avoid him. you purposely filled up your dance card despite your anxieties so that you would be busy dancing and even made an effort to converse with the other attendees, all in a deliberate effort to prevent him from approaching you.

now, you were standing alone in a dimly lit corner, pretending to nurse a glass of champagne that you were too shy to decline earlier. you didn't drink, but you supposed it was better than awkwardly standing in place while doing nothing. despite your attempts to distract yourself, your gaze involuntarily gravitated towards the red-headed man across the room. he remained engrossed in conversation after conversation, leaving you uncertain if he even noticed your presence. doubt and sorrow flooded your thoughts – why had you entertained the foolish hope that he might miss you, that he might seek you out?

you loved him. you did, but you knew there was no chance for your friendship to blossom into something more. the very reason you had been avoiding him was rooted in the desperate hope that the intensity of your feelings might go away, but they haven’t. distance makes the heart grow fonder after all.

with that thought, you sigh and set your untouched glass of champagne upon a nearby table. you’ve pushed yourself way past your limits by attending this ball and you were starting to feel overwhelmed. it was too loud, too crowded, and you could feel an ache starting to form in your head. you needed to get away. it seemed like there was no point in staying, after all.

diluc immediately notices when you move to exit the ballroom; he’d kept you in his field view the whole night, observing as you waltzed and laughed with other guests, albeit in a forced manner. a twinge of jealousy and an ache of longing seized his heart — he couldn't shake the thought that it should have been him sharing those dances with you. it should’ve been him that was at your side, making you smile and ensuring you had a good time. the sight of you at the ball caught him off guard, an unexpected and yet undeniably welcome turn of events. he knew you hated large events because of your social anxiety and he couldn’t help but feel concerned as he watched you navigate the bustling ballroom.

knowing you were probably feeling overwhelmed, his worry grew and he was quick to excuse himself from the boring conversation he was having with another businessman.

“apologies, sir. i am feeling unwell and need to get some fresh air.”

without waiting for a response, he quickly made his way across the ballroom to the door you had exited from. etiquette be damned; he didn’t care if he was being rude by leaving so abruptly, the only thing he cared about in this moment was you.

he follows you outside and you get startled as you hear his footsteps behind you. you turn around, wondering who it could be, and when you meet diluc’s eyes, your heartbeat picks up. he utters your name, but before he can say anything else, you speak up.

“i-i was just about to take my leave. goodnight, diluc.”

you turn to walk away, but before you can take a step, you feel diluc’s large hand wrap around your wrist. his grip is firm, but not tight enough to hurt you. he would never hurt you.

his eyes search yours, and he only let go of your wrist once he was sure you wouldn’t try to run away again. you hear the urgency in his voice as he questions you, “is there something wrong? i have not seen or heard from you in weeks and you never wrote back. i have been worried about you and i… i have missed your presence.”

disbelief flickered in your widened eyes at his declaration and doubts start to shadow your thoughts, causing your words to come out as bitter.

“you missed me? you claim to have missed me, but you would never court me, is that correct?”

his brows furrowed in confusion as he struggled to comprehend what you just said. for years, diluc had harboured the desire to court you, but his fear of ruining the friendship you both shared and his shyness had restrained him. however, he couldn't recall anything he did or said that could imply he didn’t want to court you.

“what? i-”

“i overheard you, at the tavern… telling kaeya how you would never court me.”

oh. oh.

he cursed himself internally as he realized the moment you’re referring to. two weeks ago, diluc was working his usual shift at the angel’s share, but this time, kaeya accompanied him and would not stop pestering him.

"so, dear brother," kaeya teased with an insufferable grin, "who might the pretty lady be? i've spied her in your company countless times, and without a chaperone, no less. quite scandalous for the esteemed master diluc, no?"

diluc grumbled, attempting to maintain his composure as he poured drinks for the patrons while thoughts of you and your sweet smile invaded his mind.

"it's nothing. she is my friend."

kaeya arched an eyebrow and donned a sly smirk, deeming it the perfect moment to tease his usually stoic brother. "oh, really? merely a friend? i've seen the way you look at her, luc. why not court her already? If the two of you cannot behave yourselves and need a chaperone, i’m always available." he threw diluc a teasing wink, smiling knowingly when his brother’s ears turned a light shade of pink.

as kaeya continued to push his buttons, diluc let out an annoyed huff, setting the glass he was cleaning on the bartop with more force than necessary. he was starting to get irritated by his mischievous brother’s teasing remarks and incessant chatter, so in an attempt to get him off his back, he glared at him.

“drop it, kaeya. i would never court her, not that it’s any of your business anyways.”

he did not mean it, of course. all he wanted was to peacefully get his shift over with so he could go home and sleep so that he could spend the following day with you. unbeknownst to him, his attention consumed by the persistent banter with kaeya, you had quietly entered the tavern a few minutes earlier. you planned to stop by and visit diluc during his shift to make sure he wasn’t overworking himself – and maybe indulge yourself with one of his specialty drinks – but you froze at the door as you heard the words that spilled from his lips – “i would never court her.”

it felt as if your heart was cracking as you quickly turned on your heel to exit the tavern, stumbling over your feet in a rush to escape diluc's notice. you knew you’d never be good enough for him, that’s why you never dared to confess your feelings to him, but were you truly so inadequate? did the mere notion of courting you really have the ability to provoke such annoyance and anger within him? you knew that you were reserved and that people often thought of you as cold, but you thought it would be different with diluc, that he’d understand because he was so similar to you. hurt and insecurities tugged at your heart as you chastised yourself for letting down your walls and daring to entertain the fleeting hope that maybe, just maybe, your feelings could be reciprocated.

diluc remained silent, processing the memory and realizing that you had overheard the false words he uttered in a moment of irritation. the only sound that could be heard was the footsteps of other guests who chose to continue their conversations beyond the ballroom's confines. gathering himself, he looked down at you, guilt flooding his eyes.

"perhaps," he suggested softly, his tone laced with regret, “we should discuss this someplace more private.”

you give a slight nod, as if understanding the imaginary implication behind his words. A quiet, melancholic laugh escaped your lips, though diluc could clearly see there was no trace of mirth in your expression.

“because i embarrass you,” you stated matter-of-factly, your words spoken as a statement rather than a question. it broke his heart to see that you held such a negative perception of yourself and believed such misconceptions.

feeling your heart break just like it did that day outside the tavern, a lump formed in your throat and you instinctively lowered your gaze to your feet, a feeble attempt to hide the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes. “of course, you would never court me. i’m not pretty, nor am i interesting or good at anything. i’m sorry…”

it’s true – you always thought all the other women in the ton were prettier than you, so charming and talented, unlike you. you had a bad habit of comparing yourself to every woman you saw, sometimes without even realizing it. it hurt to see how others had lineups of suitors while no one would spare a glance at you as if you were invisible, but you had long since accepted your fate of being alone and having no chance at love.

as soon as the apology escaped your lips, a wave of regret and frustration surged within diluc.

archons, why were you apologizing? you did nothing wrong. he should be the one pleading for your forgiveness right now. he loathed himself for making you cry.

he hesitantly put a light hand on your shoulder, wanting to comfort you. uncertain if you would permit his touch, he awaited any sign of resistance or discomfort. when you didn’t move or pull away, he let out a silent sigh of relief and finally spoke.

“no. do not say such things. that isn’t true. please, let me explain…”

the firmness in his voice halted your words. you couldn't understand what was going on. he had explicitly declared he wouldn't court you, what else could there possibly be to explain? was he going to explain why he wasn’t interested in you? you don’t think your heart could handle it. diluc kept his gaze on you, refusing to avert his eyes for even a moment, intent on conveying his sincerity and honesty to you. taking your silence as an invitation to continue, he confessed, “i lied.”

“what..?”

confusion marred your features, tears glistening in your eyes as you gazed up at him and tried to grasp the meaning behind his words.

diluc nervously ran a hand through his hair, just like he did all those days he worried about you when you were avoiding him. "i lied to kaeya," he admitted, “i didn’t mean it when i said i would never court you. archons, i have been wanting to court you for years. i spoke out of irritation because he would not stop pestering me.”

he was rambling, desperately trying to explain his true feelings as he was unwilling to let you believe that he would never court you, the woman who held his heart in her hands without even knowing. you had known diluc for years, but you have never seen him this flustered.

your mind whirred as you took in his explanation. interacting with him for the first time in weeks and being caught off guard by his sudden confession threatened to give you whiplash. it took a moment for coherent words to form, and all you could manage was a tentative "really?"

diluc looked at you earnestly, as if he’d fall apart if you did not believe him. "yes, that is the truth," he affirmed, his voice heartfelt and apologetic. “i am so sorry for any hurt i caused you. it was never my intention. I would never, ever want to hurt you.”

Inhaling deeply, he gathered his courage to press on. “for the longest time, i have been wanting to reveal my true feelings for you, but i was afraid i would ruin our friendship. i don’t want to lose you. losing you is a prospect i cannot bear. i want you to know that you are nothing less than precious and perfect to me. you are the most important person in my life. you could strip away my winery, my riches, my status – none of it matters. i only want you. i only love you."

guilt weighed down on you heavily as you realized how incredibly petty you had been to avoid him over something you interpreted the wrong way. you were already so overwhelmed with the events of tonight’s ball and his unexpected confession added another layer of agony to the turmoil you were experiencing within. you couldn’t help but burst into tears as you shamefully sought refuge by hiding your face in your hands.

“gods, i-i’m so sorry…”

at the sight of you breaking down, diluc instinctively wrapped his arms around you, bringing you close to his chest in a warm embrace. it pained him to see you cry. he wanted to see the lovely smile he had been missing for so long. he wanted to see you happy.

“you have absolutely nothing to apologize for,” he whispered against your hair. “Please, do not feel guilty, i understand why you kept your distance. thank you for granting me the chance to explain.”

he inhaled deeply, relishing the sensation of having you nestled in his arms and finally having the chance to converse with you once more.

“i cannot express how much i missed you.”

you reciprocated his hug, wrapping your arms around his waist and crying into his chest as you sought out his comfort. “i missed you too,” you confessed, your voice trembling as your emotions overwhelmed you.

diluc gently lifted your face up so he could look at you, his heart beating rapidly. a soft smile graced his lips as he delicately wiped away your tears with his thumbs. "you did?" he inquired, his gaze filled with hope and affection.

you nodded, sniffling, yet managing a shaky smile in response to the warmth in his gaze.

“a lot.”

a warm smile adorned his face as he drew you closer to his chest once again. the two of you stood there wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes and eventually, you calmed down. when you stopped crying, you looked up at him again, wanting to see the handsome face you had deprived yourself of for so long. your eyes were no longer filled with tears, but mirrored the love in diluc’s gaze.

his fingers traced a delicate path from the small of your back, gliding up the side of your neck, before he finally caressed your cheek softly. his voice, trembling with emotion, came out in a shaky whisper, "every moment spent away from you has placed my soul in agony. Please forgive me, for i cannot restrain myself any longer."

you felt his breath on your skin as his gaze flickered to your lips before he asked, “please, may i kiss you?”

you gave him a small, shy nod, and he leaned in to connect his lips with yours. he kissed you slowly, gently, savouring every second of your sweetness as he kept your face cupped in his hand. the kiss conveyed all of the feelings deep within his heart; it was both an apology and a show of his love for you.

the taste of grape juice lingered on his lips as they melded with yours, and you couldn’t help but giggle softly against his lips as you envisioned him likely fussing about the alcohol being served and making a specific request for his favorite drink.

after a few moments, he pulled away to gaze at your adorable flustered expression. he chuckled softly, overwhelmed with euphoria, and rested his forehead against yours.

“you are beautiful.”

he closed his eyes and moved to press a tender kiss to your forehead. “i love you,” he whispered against your skin.

the confession brought tears to your eyes as you mirrored his smile and returned the affectionate words.

“i love you too.”

a snicker interrupted the tender moment you were sharing, and diluc instantly recognized the source, having been subjected to it on numerous occasions. lifting his head from yours, he directed a disapproving glare towards the individual who dared intrude upon his time alone with you.

“i knew you’d give in soon enough. it appears you owe me a drink, lisa.”

you turned your head in the direction of kaeya’s voice, where he stood nudging the librarian with his elbow as the two giggled to themselves like children while spying on you and diluc.

diluc's face tinged with a light pink, a mixture of annoyance and embarrassment evident as he sighed and pinched his brow.

"you may leave now, kaeya."

"so, am i to assume the role of your chaperone now?" kaeya teased.

“no.”

once they left, diluc let out an exasperated sigh before resting his forehead against yours again and taking your hands in his.

“now, would you allow me to escort you to my manor, love? i believe we have lots of lost time to make up for.”

hope you enjoyed reading! i had a lot of fun writing this <3 this is your sign to watch bridgerton if you haven't already

p.s. i have an upcoming series called lover's delight, feel free to check it out! ♡♡

#EXPLODED INTO AT LEAST TWO BILLION PIECES!!!!#AWEA WHAT A LOVELY READ 🥹❤️❤️❤️#he’s so mr. Darcy core #cold and stern exterior #soft and floundering interior #unsure and a little bit scared even ❤️!!#just wants u to be ok. but wants to be the one to help if need be #AWEA’S DILUC I LOVE U SO MUCH!!!! ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥#awealuc #diluc x fem!reader #fanfic #rb #not art

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mmmairon · 3 months

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feverish

(wriothesley x wife!reader) [sfw]

༻❁༺ content: fem!reader (reader is referred to by ‘wife’ and "she/her"), established relationship, marriage, reader has hair long enough to reach neck

༻❁༺ word count: ~1.5k

༻❁༺ tags: sickfic, banter while sick, this is just wrio taking care of you and being a butt while doing it, feat. sigewinne who does not get paid enough for this, if you are sick and reading this rn im so sorry and i hope you get well soon, coldsink wrio x heatsource wife agenda

༻❁༺ author’s note: my friend @mmmairon is sick and i am in another country and cannot help so i'm sending wrio on my behalf. pls enjoy especially if you don't feel well right now :(

After a restless night, Wriothesley is thrilled to hear that you're awake now. He wastes no time in rushing to your side.

Wriothesley’s pen scratches unpleasantly against a disciplinary notice, its point threatening to carve into the wood of the desk beneath. The owner mutters darkly under his breath as he completes a signature on the offending paper and slides it to his left. Immediately, another takes its place from the stack on his right.

For two hours, nothing else has broken the quiet of the Duke’s office. Two hours too long, by Wriothesley’s measure. He glances at the clock, hand continuing to sign his name by sheer muscle memory.

Are you getting any rest? Did the chamomile from your tea an hour ago help at all, or are the throes of fever keeping you awake? Does he have the right ingredients to make you beef stew? Preoccupied, he writes “soup” on the signature line of a prisoner release form by mistake.

He sighs, pinching the crooked bridge of his nose between his fingers. They’re as cold as ever. He misses the warmth of yours unspeakably.

The next thirty minutes pass like an eternity. Surely, Sigewinne would be at his side in an instant if you were awake. His presence there now would only serve to wake you from much-needed rest and defer his backlog of paperwork even more. Neither of these points keeps him from staring the clock down like he’s in the ring again.

Suddenly, there’s a quiet knock on his door and Wriothesley snaps to attention, nearly knocking over an inkwell in his haste. Sigewinne enters without his bidding, an unreadable expression on her kind face. She doesn’t wait for his question before she answers it.

“Yes, the tea put her to sleep, and yes, she’s awake now.”

His features relax in a moment, the furrow in his brow smoothing.

“I’m afraid she’s not any better than she was this morning, however. I would have really liked to see her fever come down by now...” The Melusine trails off, her small hand on her chin and a pout on her face. “The chill probably isn’t doing her much good, either.”

Her boss, however, is already halfway downstairs, pulling his coat on as he takes the steps two at a time. Sigewinne sighs as she turns to follow him at a much slower pace. So predictable when his wife is involved.

In contrast to the speed at which he crosses the fortress to your shared living quarters, Wriothesley’s steps are soft as he nears your bedroom door.

“Sweetheart? Are you up?”

A weak cough answers him. He’s by the bedside in a moment, kneeling and pushing aside the curtain that hides you from him. Your eyes squint a bit as the sickly light of the fortress filters in, and his hand moves up to shield your face as he appears in your field of vision.

Despite the red ringing your eyes and nose and the congestion in your breathing, you smile up at him and his heart almost jumps out of his chest.

“Hi, darling.”

The side of his mouth quirks up. “Hi. Feeling any better?”

You shake your head slightly, your hair fanning out on the pillow beneath you. He silently gathers it in one hand and moves it away from your neck as he waits for you to continue. The brush of his cool hand against your flushed skin feels incredible and you bring your hand to rest on his, a silent entreaty to keep it there.

“Sigewinne says I’m in the worst of it now and that from here-” you stop to cough, Wriothesley’s eyes raking over your frame as it shakes with the effort. “-from here it should be uphill. As long as I can rest up today.”

He pushes the hair back from your forehead with his other hand, stroking it absentmindedly. “Well, we’ll have to stick it out until tomorrow then, huh?” The grin he shoots you, all teeth, does more for you than you think any of the medicine on your bedside table has.

That’s why you’re as surprised as he is when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. You hadn’t even known they were there until now, but suddenly it’s so much harder to breathe than it was and Wriothesley is a swimming blur in front of you. The shooting pain in your head, dulled to an ache until now, comes back in full force as your body curls in on itself and your temple meets your husband’s shoulder.

You don’t know if you’re crying from the headache, from exhaustion, or from something else, and your mind is too foggy to care. All you can do is be held as his arms come to rest firmly around you and he pulls you to him, murmuring words of comfort.

“Oh, sweetheart, I’m so sorry... I wish I could do more.” Your hands grip his collar a little tighter as you sob into the juncture of his neck and shoulder. “I know, love. You’ll feel better soon, I promise. Sigewinne and I are gonna take care of everything, okay?”

There’s an edge of concern to his voice that you can hear even through the haze of sickness. You hate it. It’s likely just the seasonal flu; half the Fortress has had it at some point this winter. The thought of how much you were making him worry over something so small as this...

“I know what you’re thinking. Stop it,” Wriothesley gently reprimands, his cool fingers stroking your forehead again. You can feel the cold metal of his wedding ring against the heated skin. “You’re not being a baby about anything. You hear me?”

Your silence speaks volumes. He laughs a little, the sound loud in the silence of your bedroom. “I know you well, don’t I?”

It takes a while for your tears to completely subside. When you’re finished sniffling against his collar, he props you up against the headboard with pillows behind your back. You’re more congested than ever, something your husband has the nerve to laugh at as he hands you tissues, but there’s no unkindness in his tone.

He disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes as you doze, exhausted from the effort of crying for so long. When he eases the door open again, he’s carrying a tray with a teacup and pot (of course) and a bowl of something that smells warm and comforting.

“Hmm. Excellent room service this place has. The waiter is a little scruffy, though,” you say as Wriothesley places it on your lap, tucking in the covers around you.

He gives you a fake look of injury. “How dare you, ma’am. I’ll have you know I’m too worried about my wife to shave, who I’m afraid is deathly ill,” he sighs, stroking the stubble on his jaw. He spoons soup into your mouth before you can retort, stifling a smile.

Once you’ve drained half the soup, Wriothesley seems satisfied. He removes the tray from your lap and takes your hand, bringing it to his own forehead.

“Oh, no. How awful.” He shoots you a glance. “It appears the Duke of the Fortress has come down with something.”

You raise an eyebrow. His forehead is as cool as the rest of him is. “Really.”

“Oh, yes,” he says, flopping onto your lap. “It looks like he’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day.”

You laugh, wincing when it makes your head throb. “The Duke sounds like a slacker, if you ask me.”

“Well, everyone knows that,” Wriothesley murmurs, burying his face into your thigh. “They’ll have to tell my boss about it.” You feel him grin against your leg.

You sigh, feigning exasperation. “What a shame. I was just about to ask him to dinner, too.”

Wriothesley has migrated to his side of the bed by now and is nestling into your side with the stubbornness of a dog. “Don’t worry, I hear he’s a messy eater. Absolute carnivore.”

Your hands come to rest on his head, the soft grey strands tickling your palms. “You know you’re going to get sick, right? I’m highly contagious.”

No answer.

“You’re the head of the Fortress, Wrio. If you get laid up, Sigewinne might put a bounty out on you. She seems like the type.”

Your husband murmurs into your side, already half-asleep. “She’ll have to catch me first.”

Despite your many blankets and the body next to you, a sudden chill runs through you and you stiffen. He feels it, arms tightening around your waist.

“Fever pills are on the bedside in the white bottle. Water is next to it.”

You smile. “Thank you, darling.” He hums in response.

A few days later, you’re well enough to leave your room again. Sigewinne would be thrilled, if not for your husband, who looks more smug than any sick man has a right to be.

He sniffles, burrowing into your sheets again as the Melusine glares daggers at him. “I’ll be fine. My wife loves me and I have leftover soup in the fridge. What else does a man need?”

#can’t believe i forgot to RB this #rae came and saved me from the consumption over Xmas holidays #also can’t remember if i said i fell in love with wriothesley. because that happened.#i read this just to feel something now oh lord #wriothesley #wriothesley x reader #fem!reader #rb #tagged #fanfic #not art

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