#💕— neuvillette

[stxneflxwers]

kisses for you. kisses for me.

⋯⁂ summary. what it's like kissing him.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. i just refuse to write professionally now lmao. im so lazy fr. (note: if someone hops into my comment talking about how freminet is "just a child", he's literally described as a young man in his official introduction.)

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. freminet. gn reader.

⋯⁂ cw. fluff. physical affection (kissing).

zhongli.

◈ soft and silky, his lips are well taken care of. and with how one of his warm hands grabs your chin to tilt your head just right leaves your knees weak. and he knows all too well the effects he has on you, but he tries to put those thoughts out of his mind. his little bits of insecurity can leak through occasionally, manifesting in the form of him asking you if he kisses "okay enough for you." and you'll reassure him every time—until he's convinced.

neuvillette.

⚜ velvety and a little damp, he drinks way too much water for any regular human. he's more than a bit nervous to kiss you every time you two do kiss. you almost always have to initiate kisses—whether they're surprise ones or you straight up ask him, he'll blink in bewilderment. he's never going to adjust to the act, is he? well, that's too bad...for him. you're going to cover his whole face in adoring pecks. and he'll return that favor...one day, at least.

alhaitham.

🖊 feather-light and a little chapped, he's quick and to the point (usually.) he doesn't linger too long on giving kisses, lest his heart-rate spikes. he loves your kisses, but he doesn't quite understand why it makes his heart skip beats and his face flushed. when you pass by and give him a quick kiss, he's frozen in place. these reactions are not something he expected of himself, he can say that much.

freminet.

⛈ shaky and cracked, he forgets to take care of himself oftentimes. gets too flustered halfway through the kiss and breaks it off to cover his face, but you can still see how red the tips of his ears are. tear his hands away from his face to kiss him more and you'll surely break him. he stiffens while his eyes widen and dilate, but never does he complain once about getting blanketed in your love and affection. never.

#🌠— my works #genshin x reader #🌠— fluff #💕— zhongli #💕— multi #💕— freminet #freminet x reader #zhongli x reader #💕— neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #💕— alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin impact x reader

[toasteaa]

Suddenly struck with the thought of my faves twirling my hair around their fingers and I'm so deeply unwell about it!!!

Diluc getting distracted by a single free curl and trying to tuck it away, only to find himself even more distracted when the ends curl around the tip of his finger. How ardently he resists the urge to untuck it and give it a little tug, just to see it bounce back into a spiral when he lets it go again.

Kaeya giving a curl that somehow escaped its siblings wrapped up in a bun, a teasing pull and snickering when you swat at his hand lightly. Only to come back when you're focused on your work to continuously wind and unwind the hair around his fingers fondly.

Zhongli marveling at the way the sun catches each looping curl; lining them in what he believes is the finest gold that he's ever seen. Tenacious as stone when holding their shape, yet softer than down spun from clouds in his hands; he relishes in the way each curl he toys with loses it shape for only a moment before bouncing back the same as ever.

Xiao's familiar and signature wary gaze turning into one of shock and curiosity when he gives a ringlet a cautious tug, and it give a soft spring back into its original shape. He's too unsure of himself to do much more, but often finds himself passively toying with a curl or two whenever you're near.

Cyno running oiled fingers throughout your curls, helping you apply a protectant that will keep most of the heat and humidity of the forests at bay. Separating each curl so carefully, like you've taught him before; giving a satisfactory huff when his, "you should really call these 'cutie-cles'" joke makes you sigh, but the quivering of your shoulders and the light sway of your curls tells him that you're holding back your laugh.

Kaveh struck with a sudden stroke of genius and dashing to his drafts after spending the past thirty minutes mindlessly curling your ringlets on his fingers. A month later, you find pillars in his latest work with that same, familiar pattern as the ringlets he always toys with.

Neuvillette enamored with the image of you allowing a curl to coil about your fingers while you think. His hands itch to reach out and curl it himself, but he shows restraint in this public space. Perhaps in the privacy of his own quarters, you'll let him feel those ringlets curling around his fingers again.

Wriothesley, so familiar with the rigidity and gruffness of Meropide, finding a moment of solace when he gets the chance to bury his face in your curls. Always holding you as close as possible when you lay against his chest, just so he can see each coil spring back into place after he's stretched it out. Like a little calming ritual just for him.

Just! Just!!!!!! Play with my hair pleaseeee 🥺💕🙏🏾

#toast talks #genshin impacted #this was NOT supposed to be this long but clearly I couldn't shut up - #I always see those posts and fics that talk about characters running their fingers through the reader's hair and it's like no!!!! #You cannot run your fingers through my hair! They will get trapped! I will get poofy if you aren't careful! #But pls pls pls pls pls play with my ringlets!!!!! I do it all the time and I want them to do it too 🥺💕🙏🏾 #self ship #self shipping #x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #kaeya x reader #kaeya x you #zhongli x reader #zhongli x you #xiao x reader #xiao x you #cyno x reader #cyno x you #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x you #GOD THAT'S SO MANY TAGS I'M NEVER DOING THIS AGAIN WJXJSJXSI

[i-need-entertainment]

Type? What, no that's ridiculous I don't have a ty-

I am weak to gray haired men who don't smile

#qui dont even try and sass me ur responsible for like half of these #sighhhhh theyre so😔😔 fine😔😔😔 #bonus if they're 💕old💕 #neuvillette #fukuzawa yukichi #nozel silva #tobirama senju #edgeshot #vlad king #also if u saw me post this then immediately delete it thats cause i posted the wrong one HAAHAHAHAHA

[angelstar-light]

Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry! You’ll be alright🫂🌦️💕💕

#genshin impact #genshin impact fanart #neuvillette #neuvilette fanart #my precious baby :<💕💕 #this is the most detailed piece i’ve ever done💀

[monocaelia]

ough it has been a looong while since i’ve enjoyed a genshin update

#didi talks #maybee it’s just me but i didn’t rlly like sumeru TT #i love exploring but the desert was just soooooo massive and empty orz #truly. i am too dumb to solve those pyramid puzzles LOL #i love the story and the characters! but i love exploring more TT #and so far fontaine is doing that for me 🫡 #i loooove the underwater system! #im just sad i can’t SHING SHING SHING with xiao underwater but it’s wtv #ANYWAYS!! #looking forward to neuvillette and wriothesley 🫡 #and ofc #tartag my one and only 🤭💕

[pleaseitsjustrae0nly]

UGHHH TAKE MY PRIMOGEMS AND MORA YOU FINE HYDRO MANNNNNNNNN😫😫😫

I'D LOVE TO PULL MY GINGER BOY BUT THIS MAN IS JUST 💳💳💳💳

#◈justrae◈ #UGHHHHH💞💕 #TAKE. #MY. #MONEY. #asks <3 #asks open #ask box open #genshin impact neuvillette

[bedoballoons]

Helloooo! May I request Zhongli, Itto, Neuvillette, and Tighnari's s/o asking them to make her a mommy?

Oh what a wonderful idea~

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Make me a mommy, pretty please~༺}

CW: NSFW, MDNI!!, Fem! Reader, breeding kink, no protection, slight mommy kink, creampie, slight mention of nipple play, scratching, big d*ck, and rough s*x!

Names used on the reader: Itto: Princess and Tighnari: Mutt, Neuvillette: My love

(Includes: Itto, Zhongli, Tighnari, and Neuvillette!)

𑁍༄Itto:

"I-i want to be a mommy, mmnhhg please Itto! C-cum inside!" You moaned loudly into the air, your nails digging into the large onis back as he nearly split you in two. You were a puddle beneath him, soaking the bed as he filled you past your limit with his thick cock, god you couldn't even see straight with how hard he was fucking you into the mattress.

He paused his movements, looking at you with this knowing glint in his eyes and smirk that left your legs quivering even more then they had been. He lifted up your chin and licked his lips, "You gonna carry my child for me like a good princess, give me a perfect baby~"

You couldn't even respond only weakly nod under his gaze and oh how he enjoyed seeing you so weak under him, "Then lets make sure you get pregnant tonight~"

𑁍༄Zhongli:

"I w-wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your b-babies, mmnhhg!" You gasped your words in between his messy kisses, your body screaming for him to fill it with his seed, oh archons you didn't even know what had gotten into you but your urges had you clenching around his hard cock like it was the end of the world if you didn't. Your hands held bunches of his hair and with ever thrust of his hips you were almost blinded with ecstasy, the rest of existence drowned out as he groaned into your mouth "Mnhghh~"

He pulled away long enough to look you in the eyes, his gleaming yellow orbs shining like he intrigued by your request...you almost wanted to look away with how intense of a stare he somehow managed to hold while he still thrusted into you. "That's no trouble at all, I'll breed you until you're swarming with my offspring. Till your perfect body can't handle anymore and then just as it's healed up, I'll do it all again~"

𑁍༄Tighnari:

"T-tighnar-i nhhg! Let me h-have your child, make me a mommy mnnh!! P-pleaseee" You gripped the sheets so hard your fingers where turning white, but it felt so good you were basically in a bath of your own heat. His cock destroying your tight pussy from behind you and the angle he was at reaching the places that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You needed him to put a baby in, you just needed it animalistic instincts taking over when his teeth left imprints in your neck "F-fuck please mmnh! Please!!"

His hands slid up from where they'd been playing with your sensitive nipples and he pulled your whole body away from the mattress, your back up against his chest as he whispered into your ear, "My mutts so eager to be a mommy hmm, you gonna take every bit of my cum then? Cause I won't stop till you're overflowing~"

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You let your head fall back as a loud desperate moan escaped you, your hips moving on their own as your desperately rocked into his massive cock, every inch of it making you feel like you were being torn apart but god it was so good you couldn't stop, "Neuvill-ette Mnhgh! O-oh god, please cum inside. M-make me a mommy! F-fuck please!!"

He groaned into your ear, his grip on your body growing tighter like he'd just forgotten every other thing but your request and how wonderful your pussy felt around him, "You want me to make you a mommy...you want to carry my child?" He forced you down onto him roughly and you absolutely screamed in joy, "Y-yes! Fuck yes!!"

"Then consider it done my love, just remember that you never get pregnant first try and I don't plan on going easy on you~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

#genshin smut #genshin headcanons #genshin x reader #genshin x you #itto smut #itto x reader #itto x you #zhongli smut #zhongli x you #zhongli x reader #tighnari smut #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you #neuvillette smut #neuvillette x you #neuvillette x reader

[silvery-orchid]

pookie~! have you seen neuvillette voiceline about the melusine and shigewinnie?? he's so protective and he love them so much, he's so father🥺💕now I can't help but thinking about neuvillette with a breeding kink, the thought of you looking so big and round and full of his baby makes him go feral! he wants nothing but to stuff you full of his seed!

i haven't seen those voicelines since i didn't look at the leaks and am excited about unlocking them as i progress but,,,

do you understand how strong his breeding kink would be? he is so protective over the ones he loves and he loves you but he also cannot stop himself from his urges. not only is he so fond of children but he is a dragon,,a big strong entity in teyvat's timeline but also so much larger than anyone else in fontaine.

you want him to breed you, right? you absolutely cannot want anything else when you look up at him right? he doesn't even care if you are standing next to him on the street for a quick chat; the way your eyes shine, oh, he absolutely knew they would shine even more when you are under him - all helpless and dripping as he stuffs you so full you roll those glistening eyes back.

neuvillette would simply grab your chin with one hand and sometimes would use the other to smear your cheek or pull your hair so that you have to open them.

you're crying because he is so thick right? but look how well you're taking him. look down and see where you are connected; how hurriedly and greedily you're letting him thrust in and out. do you hear the wet sounds? your pussy is simply begging him to release that huge load inside you.

and when he does - his instincts halt for a few seconds. but then he looks down and sees the cum dripping out and he thinks of how disappointing it is. you will let him fuck it back into you, right? you will gladly let him cum inside again while he moans how you will look even more irresistible when pregnant.

you will be round and full of him. everyone will know you belong to him and those leaky tits are his too. and your swollen body and your shiny eyes and your womb and all of you. you are utterly his.

He is very strict about his routines. Breeding you just so happens to be one of them. You are so lucky his aftercare is amazing. Just...forgive him if he sometimes gets too excited when caring for you and he gets hard again.

#neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut #genshin smut #genshin neuvillette #genshin impact

[bunnibaby-love]

He will make you hump his shoes when you're so needy for him....♡

He hates mess..!! so you better lick off your cum out of his shoes..♡

💕 Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Alhaitham, Zhongli, Diluc, Blade, Dr Ratio, DanHeng, Jingyuan

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #honkai star rail #smut #genshin smut #hsr #genshin impact smut #wriothesley x reader #neuvillete x reader #zhongli x reader #diluc x reader #blade x reader #danheng x reader #jing yuan x reader #dr ratio x reader #alhaitham x reader

[bunny-rambles]

Hi! I hope you're doing okay!

I have a request if you don't mind.

I go so silent when im owerwhelmed. To the rate its so hard for me talk. I wont be able to join to the conversation even if i really want to. At those days, i just need some cuddles and affection.

What if reader just comes back to home and the character is just laying on the couch and reader lays on top of then without saying anything, just listening to their heartbeat? Can i request it with scara, albedo, kazuha, venti and whoever you want to add?

Have a good day💕

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“I’m Here.”

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characters; Scaramouche, Albedo, Venti, Kazuha, gn reader

cw/tw; talks of low mood and anxiety, hurt/comfort

word count; 500+ for each

notes; Hi, thank you so much for this request, sorry it took so long, it just takes forever to get my inspiration going nowadays. I hope you’re still here to enjoy this <3 it’s been stuck in wip hell but it’s finally here now, enjoy. (If some people want to, I’ll see if I can do a part 2 with some other characters. I’m thinking Wriothesley and Neuvillette. Let me know what you think.)

Please reblog if you like this!!

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Scaramouche

“Hey, are you even listening?”

Tired eyes move up towards the small crowd of people around you, focusing on the unimpressed pair of eyes burning their gaze into you. Your hand is idly tapping your pen against the empty piece of paper in front of you, but it quickly stops the second you feel the suffocating feeling in your chest from your entire table watching your every move.

“Sorry.” You apologise quietly, only to turn your head away from your classmate, who just scoffs at your haphazard reply and continues on with whatever they were talking about, their jargon falling on deaf ears.

If you were being honest, you could care less about the topic of the conversation.

Today was just one of those days where you felt that heavy feeling in your head, that light fluttering in your stomach. It felt like something was wrong, but nothing had happened to make you like this. Nothing in the typical sense, anyway. No event to trigger such a reaction, not even a snide whisper about you that caught your attention - nothing. You just felt, to sum it up in one word, overwhelmed.

Silently, you slipped out of your seat and snuck away when the conversation had moved on from your strange behaviour, the feeling all consuming at this point. When you were alone, there was only one thought in your mind: find him.

There were a lot of people who didn’t even bother to try to find out his name, only giving him a simple nickname due to his peculiar style. But not you. No, you were the odd one out, the only one in the entire Akademiya who sought out the company of the sharp-tongued vagrant. Perhaps you were the only one who could understand the true meaning of his biting remarks, the only one who knew just how understanding he could be.

He wasn’t in the lecture today, or anywhere in the Akademiya. That wasn’t too much of an issue. He had told you where you could find him if you really needed him (‘or whatever’, you recall him mumbling as his violet eyes shied away from yours, rose blooming so delicately on his porcelain cheeks).

So your feet moved on their own, stumbling along until you came to a quiet opening in the surrounding mountains of Sumeru. And there he was, perched on the edge of the hill that was overlooking the scenery of the entire city - a silent protector. He looked serene, calm in the gentle glow of the sunbeams shining down on the peak of the rocky formation. Maybe it would be best not to disturb him - you couldn’t even remember the last time he looked so at peace with the world.

You took a step back. A branch snapped noisily under your foot, causing the wanderers head to whip around to face you. His brief look of surprise is quickly replaced with his usual look of indifference.

“Oh, it’s you.” He sounded bored, but not aggravated by your presence. This was a good sign for him. But when you didn’t respond, the blank look on his face shifted as he raised an eyebrow at your lack of response. “Well? Spit it out. What do you want?” He prompted again, albeit a little harshly.

But no matter how much you wanted to tell him why you were there, no words would leave your mouth. It was like your lips were just sealed shut.

Instead, you just sat down beside him, your fingers dancing with one another in your lap. Your lips moved, shaping the words that wanted to come out, but no sound accompanied them. A heavy sigh left your lips, already feeling defeated with not being able to do one simple thing right today.

Luckily, you didn’t need to. With an exhale of breath that matched your own, you heard the rustling of fabric by your side as the puppet opened his arms for you.

“Come here.” He ordered in a soft voice, his eyes avoiding your own. When you didn’t respond immediately, obviously in complete surprise with what you were witnessing, he grumbled something under his breath, too quiet for you to understand. Red began to bleed through his white skin, his teeth gritting together before he spoke again. “I don’t have all day. Now come here before I change my mind.”

Soon, his arms were around you, wrapping you up in his comforting embrace when you finally shuffled towards him. And here, nothing could hurt you, not while all you had to focus on was his fingers rubbing deep, comforting circles in your back. His chin rested atop of your head, mainly to hide the gentleness present in his features as he held you close to his chest. If only he had a heart, just so you could listen to the gentle pounding of it against his chest whenever he touched you. Instead, you heard a soft breeze right next to your ear, flowing in time with the pulsing light of his vision with each time his chest raised to take a breath.

There were no words exchanged between the two of you, only the sweet sounds of birds chirping, and that same gentle breeze that surrounded the both of you while you stayed in one another's arms.

Venti

The door swung open with a loud crash against the wall, a cheerful laugh accompanying the startling sound. “Oh, Windblume! Are you home?” The melodic voice of the bard sang out through his shared home of his partner.

Silence.

This did not deter him, however, as he hummed a quiet tune to himself as he set the freshly picked apples along large bottle of dandelion wine on the table, his hands going to his hips as he listened for the tell-tale sound of your soft footsteps or the sweet cadence of your voice. But once again, the young man was met with an eerie quietness.

“Huh. Guess they’re not home.” Viridescent eyes scan their surroundings before landing on a small note hidden away in the corner of the room, neatly placed on the very desk you had been working at so tirelessly these past few days.

‘At Windrise.’

Oh. So it was one of those days. No matter, he knew exactly what to do when you weren’t feeling your best. After quickly grabbing a couple of apples from the large bag he had carried home, he was already on his way to come find you.

And find you he did, sat alone underneath the towering tree with your head in your hands, looking devoid of any positive emotions. Even in the embrace of the winds of freedom, you still felt tied down from the thoughts swarming in your head. The gentle wind around you playfully tussled your hair, but it did very little to quell the storm raging inside of you, its thunder petrifying. There was a rustle above you in the leaves of the great tree, a few fluttering down to gently graze against your cheeks, like nature's soft kisses. And then a head emerged from them, a wide smile on the owner's face.

“Hello there!” Venti greeted with his signature wink, his twin tails swaying in the wind, his forehead exposed from hanging upside down from the branch. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight, your hand reaching out to carefully pull a few stray leaves out of his hair. He swung himself with his legs to press a kiss against your cheek, an airy laugh coming from him before he finally hopped down to take his place next to you. “I brought you something, but it might be a little bruised now.”

The bard giggled sheepishly before pulling out one of the apples he had grabbed earlier, throwing it up in the air for you to catch. Your hands cradled the ripe fruit, treating it as a precious treasure before you brought it up to your lips for a bite. A sigh left your lips from the sweet taste coating your tastebuds, the flavour almost sinful. But how could it be with the god who gave it to you right by your side? No, this was heavenly. Paradise was in your hand, and you couldn’t help but take another bite, showing off a thankful smile towards your partner who was already tucking into his own.

You expected him to speak, to fill the air with jokes or light hearted chatter. However, the only thing that made any noise right now was the petals of the nearby asters and the tweeting of songbirds. The archon beside you was quiet, waiting for you to speak first. And if you didn’t feel up to talking, that was okay too. He was going to be by your side, no matter how you felt. Much like the wind he commanded, he would always be with you, even on your bad days. No words were exchanged between the two of you. Instead, your head leaned closer to his until your cheek was pressed up against his shoulder, a deep sigh leaving your lips. But this time, it was filled with content instead of your previous anxiety. Venti’s hand that wasn’t holding his own apple gently cradled your head, his fingers lightly threading through your soft hair.

“My dear Windblume, you’ve worked so hard.” He finally spoke, his soft cheek resting lightly against the top of your head, like the softest of feathers.

“Don’t be afraid… I’m here.”

Kazuha

It had been a long day.

A fight with the endless stacks of paper at your desk had left you feeling drained, the walls of your bedroom feeling almost like a prison instead of a sanctuary for dreams and comfort. Your hands trembled as you re-read the few scarce sentences that you had managed to write down, only for them to curl into tight fists around the delicate piece of paper. What does it matter? It barely made sense anyway.

You needed out of this room. Shaky legs pulled your body out of your solitude, into the fresh air and tall grass that brushed against the back of your legs. You weren’t quite sure what led you to this meadow. Perhaps it was just an inexplicable pull you felt that was dragging you towards something more enchanting than the dull surroundings of a desk and barely functioning pen - something more warm, more comforting.

There, sitting in the middle of this peaceful field of flowers, he sat.

Eyes closed, with a serene smile painted on his gentle face, his silvery wisps of hair blowing softly in the winds - much like the swaying stalks of emerald around him. And once those eyes fluttered open to reveal the rubies underneath, you could feel the very air in your throat catch. That smile you admired only widened when his gaze set on you.

“Fancy seeing you here. Care to join me?” Kazuha spoke, his bandaged hand extended towards your own. You felt guilty intruding on such a peaceful moment like this, but when he was looking at you like that, inviting you to spend time with him… Well, how could you possibly refuse? Your hand connected with his own, a gentle tug leading to you seating yourself next to him. Instead of letting go of your hand, or letting his touch linger on your skin for a moment, he interlocked his fingers with your own. His side brushed against your own, your smile slowly but surely mirroring his own curled lips. Silence curled its invisible arms around the two of you, wrapping you up in comforting tranquillity, only found with the closest of companions.

A soft exhale left the man beside you, his body leaning backwards to lay against the ground, his gaze fixated on the clouds above.

“Here.” He whispers, patting the space underneath you to encourage you to join him. “Lay with me. Let your troubles float away with the drifting clouds.”

Carefully, you also laid back, with your hand still intertwined with his own and your other one resting on top of your stomach.

It wasn’t long before you found yourself under his arm, nestled up against his side with your cheek pressing up gently against his chest. His fingers gently began to run through your hair, his movements idle, his soul at peace - as well as yours.

“You don’t have to talk about what is troubling you, dove. But if you ever need to talk to me, or perhaps, if you just want me to be with you - then you need only ask.” The wandering prince spoke, his soothing movements unchanging. “Or just come find me if you feel like you can’t. Your presence is never a bother.” He chuckles softly, holding you closer to his side, his head leaning against your own.

“I promise… You’ll never have to go through anything alone, as long as I’m by your side.”

Albedo

The gentle clinking of glass echoes around the room as a solitary alchemist works in silence. Concentration is etched onto his porcelain face, his lips drawn in a straight line as his gaze fixates on the bubbling liquid inside the flask he was holding in a gentle grasp. He raises an eyebrow, however, when a figure starts to form in the reflection. In the distorted mirroring of the glass, he could make out a pair of saddened eyes staring longingly at him, yet silence persisted in the room. He blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t just hallucinating - hours alone with various fumes and chemicals did have those side effects, after all. When he concluded he was in fact not deluding himself, he lowered the container carefully and turned around to face the one who had been waiting patiently behind him to finish analysing the results of his experiments.

This was a sight he wasn’t unfamiliar with. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you look so downcast. But rarely did you ever seek him out during these moods of yours, especially while he was working. This was… Unusual. It must’ve been quite serious.

He waited for you to speak, to tell him whatever was on your mind, but no words came. Instead, your eyes refused to meet his own, almost as if you were guilty for disturbing him or bothering him with your presence. But to Albedo, you could never be a bother - your very existence filled him with elation, even if he seldom expressed that notion towards you with words. At least his actions told you otherwise.

“Is there something I can help you with?” He inquired carefully, making sure not to push you too much. Your mouth opened and closed a few times, a few stutters of some quiet words he couldn’t quite make out. He glanced back to his makeshift workshop for a moment before his cerulean eyes locked with your own glassy ones. Deft fingers moved towards the bunsen burner, switching the contraption off before they moved to cup your chin, tilting your head up so your eyes locked once more. He hummed inquisitively, wondering why you looked so upset. But, no matter. If you were here, surely he could be of some use, even if you were unwilling to share what was troubling you.

“Perhaps it’s time for a break.” The blonde declared thoughtfully before intertwining his fingers with your own, guiding you out of the laboratory and into a more peaceful area of the Favonius headquarters. Once inside, he led you over to a large couch, gesturing for you to sit down before he joined you. He cleared his throat awkwardly while opening his arms to you. “I’ve heard that physical contact and affection relieves stress.” He stated, his eyes flitting away from you for a few fleeting seconds. “Would you perhaps like a hug?”

Hesitantly, he shifted closer when he noticed you were doing the same before taking you into his arms and cradling you to his chest. A shuddering breath left your lips as the warmth you had craved all day seeped through your skin, deep into your bones.

“Is… This okay?” The alchemist asks quietly, unsure. You nod against his chest, your own arms circling around his middle. His hold around you tightens. A gentle hand rests on top of your head, his other on your lower back, fingers idly tracing patterns against your back. The motion is calculated, an automatic action, as if he knew exactly what to do to soothe your worries just with his touch alone.

“I’m glad you found me and I’m glad I could help. Please, my darling, stay in my arms until you feel better.” Before you could even open your mouth to ask about his work, he continues, in a soft tone only reserved for you and his little sister. “No experiment or variable compares to the feeling of holding you like this. So please, allow me to indulge myself.”

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #venti x reader #barbatos x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #Genshin impact x gn reader

[stxneflxwers]

dominance.

⋯⁂ summary. you've gotten your hands on him - now it's his turn to submit.

⋯⁂ a/n. short and sweet, barely edited, etc. brain is on some bullshit fr

⋯⁂ characters. zhongli. neuvillette. alhaitham. afab reader (neutral prns).

⋯⁂ cw. men getting pegged WOO YEAH!!!! each character will have their own individual tags prior to the writing. all lowercase.

zhongli.

cw. mating press. mild edging. masturbation.

"dearest, please... ah—" zhongli moans - rather pathetically, too. "let me... let me... hng—" he grunts, hips wiggling to meet your own with each thrust, but it's proving to be difficult as you suddenly push his tense thighs to his chest.

"sorry - what was that, cutie?" you mock lightly, a wicked grin on your face as you pound into his tight ass, "you gotta speak up." you coo as your pace slows down significantly and your spare hand flicks one of his hard, reddened nipples.

"agh," he groans, "s-stop tormenting me...!" his head throws back, exposing his neck for you to attack with nibbles and kisses. "mmh! beloved!" he whimpers when you do exactly that, one of his hands moving to gently grab the back of your head. "faster - harder, p-please...!"

he sounds so desperate. you can't help but finally grant his wish after hearing so much of his begging over the past hour.

"your wish is my command, pretty boy." you give him one hard thrust, causing him to hiss in a mix of pain and pleasure, "but, i do have a little request..."

"y-yes...?"

"touch yourself as i fuck you." you command, grabbing his hand on your head to wrap it around his own thick cock.

"mmh... so naughty..." he rasps. "a-alright, i will...do so - ah!" he breathily yells your name and his eyes roll back as you immediately pick up the pace and ferocity of your thrusts.

"what a good boy you are."

neuvillette.

cw. doggy style/from behind. you show him 0 mercy. he cries a lil bit (but it's outta pleasure i swear).

neuvillette pants - each breath hard and ragged. his hips are forced still by your command and your tightened grip on his narrow hips. his face digs into his folded arms, muffling some - but nowhere near all - of his whiny, desperate moans.

"enjoying this, neuvi?" you whisper into his red, flushed ear - double-checking, you understand that your pace may be overwhelming for him.

"j-just dandy!" he moans, eyes tearing up and rolled back as he tries to keep up with you.

"aw, gonna cry? so sweet..." you murmur, "what if i went faster?" you tease, knowing he's quickly already turned into a babbling mess of a man.

"mhm!" he hardly responds as his hands move to grab the pearly white sheets beneath him, nearly tearing them to shreds.

"hehe, you poor thing..." you snicker.

the moment you pick up the pace, he's already cumming all over those poor sheets...

alhaitham.

cw. riding. alhaitham a bit of a tsundere. spanking (like once lol.)

alhaitham refuses to give you the pleasure - the honor - of getting to hear him moan. and he also refuses to admit how good he feels right now. you've teased him far too much tonight, so now he's restricting a bit of your freedom as he rides the hell out of your strap.

and then you give his plush ass a nice whack with your hand. he groans loud and clear at last.

"good. give me more of that, you lazybutt." you insult light-heartedly, but you mean it with all the love in the world.

"ngh!" he groans again as he shifts position into a more comfortable one, riding you faster and harder than before. "n-not as lazy as you - especially right now—!" he retorts with a broken voice.

you slip a hand around his torso.

"what are you doing - ah!" he thrashes a little bit when your hand grasps his cock tightly before pumping it at an impossible pace.

"so sassy... do you need another lesson to learn?" you mock (lovingly).

"you are the one who needs a lesson—mmh!" he moans - high-pitched and whiny when you massage his balls with your other hand, causing him to cum right away...causing it to hit his chest and a bit of his face.

"oh? what was that?" you grin behind him.

he pants heavy and loud, unable to respond. for now, that is.

#🔞— smut #💕— zhongli #💕— neuvillette #💕— alhaitham #zhongli x reader #zhongli smut #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette smut #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham smut #genshin smut #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader

[toasteaa]

In the spirit of the potion hop event: What kind of potions would Neuvilette and Zhongli like? What about Eclair? How would a scene with her going to the potion shop and talking with Traveler look like?

So I hadn't started playing the event when I first got this question but now that I'm almost done with it, I feel like I can give a more accurate answer -

As far as Zhongli is concerned, there's no actual need for him to get any of the Traveler's potions. He's lived long enough and has experienced enough to the point of being comfortable in both halves of his world: the adepti still address him as a friend and humans recognize him as a trusted consultant and confidant. If he were to request a potion, it would likely be something rather spontaneous.

There's a best selling Constitution potion with relaxing effects? Sure, he'll try it. A Charisma potion that smells like qixing atop the mountains? A nostalgic scent that he'll keep for himself. Surprise him; he's always extremely fond of the unexpected.

Neuvillette on the other hand...as the current assumed leader of Fontaine, he's had to step into a role that he isn't entirely acclimated to. As the Chief Justice - and solely as the Chief Justice - his roles were limited to that of the courts and the Palais. He was visible enough to be known, but he was the Hydro Archon's right hand. He moved when she did. When she spoke, the nation listened - himself included. Lady Furina was the leader; he's been thrust into the role without much (if any) time to adjust to it. The stress that has come with this has been...unforgiving. But it's also brought his severe lack of interpersonal social skills back into his mind.

While he's not one to be nervous exactly, Neuvillette is aware of how stilted he can be and how his general demeanor can be off-putting to others. If he had the opportunity, he might be inclined to request a potion that increases Charisma while also keeping the consumer relaxed. Not so much because he wants to be more likable (or more approachable), but so he can handle his increased workload and his abilities as a leader are not compromised by his increased exhaustion. It's much easier to stay focused and amicable when stress doesn't cloud your mind.

As for Eclair, hmm...I think she would have been pulled in to do a little "investigating" after the Traveler's potions reached Fontaine's borders. She'll do a little snooping around, probably get Paimon a little worried they did something wrong, and reassure the pair that she's there in an unofficial capacity. She's not on any cases at the moment, but heard about the Traveler taking on new endeavors in the realm of alchemy and potion making. And she was curious! For such high praises to be sung about how the Traveler's potions have increased productivity in the Bureau, Eclair wants to see first hand how effective they can be. As well as seeing if there are any potential drawbacks from them.

Eclair is, of course, always open to having risks taken and trying something new. If she were to make a request, it would likely be for something that could help keep an investigator focused and alert while also keeping their wits about them. While some independent investigators handle smaller, more social cases, Eclair and the rest of the Investigations Bureau handle more...challenging cases. Cases that can (and do) disturb most civilians. If she could get something that could help keep the mind clear yet focused so an investigator doesn't misstep in a crucial time, that would be ideal.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #these were fun little things to think about #I actually love the event! It's been one of my faves in a long time! #makes my little gremlin mind happy. Especially since I was the kid that threw grass and flowers and water together and said 'potion' #bringing advanced potions to my sweeties to help them feel better muwah muwah #Also if *I* (or Eclair really) had to request a potion for Neuvi. It would definitely be one to get him to relax and unwind for once #Take a break old man. Take a nap. I have thigh pillows. They're this big for a reason. Bring me your head for some hair brushies 🤲🏾💕 #do I even put this in the main tags when Eclair is sitting there beneath the cut? why not #zhongli #neuvillette #genshin zhongli #genshin neuvillette #oc tag: Eclair Dumont #Okay time to get back to work 🫡

[samptlay]

https://www.tumblr.com/yandere-3-sagau/707700753307942912/can-i-request-sagau-with-reader-coming-into-teyvat

This

This is perfect

@112-darling~💕

Finished it. Alright, so this is a work of art. I'm so sad it seems abandoned and the creator is not even reblogging anything, so I believe their poof, gone. They will most likely come back eventually but for now, I'll feed your hunger.

Now I completely understand the AU you want me to make. It would be similar to @yandere-3-sagau's, yet different.

This is my rundown of my own AU for this, Simple!Creator!AU :

Now with the way I would have the Reader wake up in Liyue as well, though she doesn't run into a grandpa who takes care of her. She is aware that her blood is golden and she cries crystals, so she could never really be accused as an imposter, there's no worry on that part.

But Reader wants to live a quiet, peaceful life. She no longer has to worry about exams or deadlines. She finds an abandoned family cabin somewhere in the open fields of Liyue, renovating it herself to call it her own. The reader does farm work to get by, and with how much power she holds, all her fruits & vegetables are always sold out the fastest due to how fresh they are.

Word gets around about how amazing your supply is, and of course, eventually, even Zhongli is curious about the commotion.

So when he one day runs into Childe who had just gotten back from your stall and the ginger offers him some of your own fruits, he is, awestruck. Out of his 6000 years of experience, he had never tasted something so sweet & juicy. Not a single taste of bitterness in sight.

This couldn't have possibly been produced by a regular human being.

As an Ex-Overlord (Like An Archon, but we’re thinking of dynamics, such as in Hazbin Hotel) his suspension was too high for his too drop the concern so he hunts The reader down, eventually finds out the truth about who she really is and suddenly becomes as submissive as a loyal dog.

Though it feels nice, it’s not what she wants. So what else then to keep him on a leash, making a pact with him to silence The reader's existence. 

A LOT more happens, the story would be way more detailed but this is just a rundown. Each Genshin Man would discover her secret in different ways, and the reader eventually has them all wrapped around her fingertips.

The men are just happy to have their souls connected with the creators in some way.

I might make the pacts with Archon’s (including Neuvillette) a lot stronger, so they're somewhat more at her mercy, something in that manner.

What do you think? I’d like to hear more ideas and comments about this AU and how it should be constructed.

Taglist For Those Who Want To Maybe Contribute Ideas. Edit: The reader will be Gender Neutral, though it'll be my first time writing like that so please forgive mistakes.

@uhfhfhfhf @xdrin @msun1c0rn @lovingnahida @strrawb3rrysh0rtcak3 @ssecylia @skyl8ver @immahuman @meowmeowraven @01234 @markexplanation @esthelily @dawnofazrael

#geshin impact #fanfic #zhongli x reader #xiao x reader #childe x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #al haitam x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin x reader #kaeya x reader #diluc x reader #scaramouche x reader #simple!creator!au #genshin sagau #sagau x reader #sagau

[catcze]

I'm not sure if you've already talked about this but like, could you imagine Wriothesley with an s/o that bakes.

They are quite literally a power house when it comes to desserts, knowing which tea fits with which pastry and how it enhances or compliments each other

(I really love your work!! Your writing makes me all giddy and it's hard not to read them at night with how much they make me giggle and kick my feet 😭😭😭💕💕)

BABES I AM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE RESPONSE 😭 But thank you so much for the compliments and the sweet sentiments !! I'm giving u a big big biggg hug rn !! ♡♡

But YOOO that sounds absolutely adorable ?!?! Literally, can you imagine how mind blown Wrio would have been the first time that the reader brings a dessert tray to their little afternoon tea parties? How his whole worldview positively expands the moment that he tries one of your desserts in tandem with his tea. He's a changed man from there on.

And when rumor spreads after countless of guests have come over for afternoon tea and pastries —the names who have made the journey all the way to the fortress range from the Traveller, Navia, Clorinde, and even the Iudex Neuvillette and even Lady Furina— your tea get-togethers become legendary for having some of the most delicious tea and dessert pairings in the whole country.

And when you're asked how you get your pastries so right time after time, perfectly complimenting Wriothesley's choice for that day's brew, you just smile and say that they're so good because they're baked with love ♡

#「 🐈‍⬛ 」 strawberry.milk #wriothesley x reader #SMOOCHES U #I'm so so sooo glad that my little works make you giddy !!!

[jqnehr]

les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 4

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : wowow ok BIG angst here, there's some arguing, you're pissed (how do those even count as warnings?), can't think of anything else, this is sfw word count : 5.3k (well. here we are again.) note : WOW ok 4.2 was a REAL roller coaster. like. wow. speechless. anyways one more exam to go, then I'll be right back into writing this again! tysm for waiting so patiently 💕 it means a lot!!

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

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As predicted, Navia wastes no time in barraging you with questions the moment she spots the ring.

You take a seat before her, at the selected table in Hotel Debord, thanking the waiter for the menus and half-forgetting about the very obvious new addition to your hand.

Something Navia, having caught a glimmer of something in her peripheral, immediately recognises over the top of her menu.

“[Name], what is that on your finger?” She lowers the menu and eyes the ring closely—and before you can inform her of what it is, the realisation clicks and Navia gasps in shock.

“Is that an engagement ring?!” You fully expected this reaction, and you calmly close the menu, place it on the table before you, and hold up your right hand. “Correct. Let’s just say your escapades at the ball were…somewhat successful.”

Navia’s baby blue eyes are blown wide, mouth agape, the menu limp in her hands. “N…No way, it worked?! You finally found a husband??”

You give her a small smile, humourless. “Yes, Navia. I have.”

“Who?” She seems oblivious to the heads being turned and disapproving stares being shot your way throughout the restaurant, and you pat her hand to calm her down. “Lower your voice, Navia. And, well…I can’t say just yet.”

Neuvillette hadn’t told you it would be okay to indulge anyone of your engagement to him—in fact, you had forgotten to ask. So, until the meeting with the Hydro Archon and the wedding date set, you feel it’s best to keep quiet at present. “I will tell you once the wedding date has been agreed upon.”

Navia opens her mouth, preparing to protest, before clicking it shut and slumping back into her chair. “I already have a good idea who it is, anyway.” She then narrows her eyes at you, a small smirk lifting the left corner of her mouth. “Besides, you did dance with him.”

You purse your lips subtly, slightly displeased at her perceptiveness (classic Navia) before feigning an insouciant shrug. “Who knows. You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Well,” she triumphantly huffs, leaning forward, beaming. “To celebrate, how about we order today’s special? It’s lasagna.”

“Mm, that sounds nice,” you hum in agreement, eyes scanning the list of entrés, desserts and drinks. “What will you get for a drink? I’m in the mood for the bourgogne pinot noir.”

“No champagne tonight?” Navia raises an amused brow at you from over the top of her menu. You offer a half-grin in return. She then continues to ponder her choice of beverage. “Hm…I’ll get the classic dandelion wine—and it says here it’s been imported all the way from Mondstadt, and aged fairly well too.”

“Alrighty, then.” You turn to raise your hand to summon the waiter, only to notice the commotion occurring two tables away.

“Garçon!” Bellows a pot-bellied, ruddy-faced man, snapping his fingers and glaring vehemently at the waiter presently scrambling over for their table. “Goodness, I’ve been waiting for ten minutes for you to take our orders! Where is the stellar service I am so used to here?”

“Je suis vraiment désolée, monsieur,” apologises the flushed waiter, seemingly too flustered to reply in the Common Tongue. Your brows furrow in disapproval for the man’s—who’s presumably a noble, considering his hauteur and sheer rudeness towards the server—attitude, particularly offended at his reference to the boy as ‘garçon’. Isn’t it really outdated nowadays to call a waiter that?

“You see, I am the only waiter available for a shift this evening—”

“I’ve no care for who’s working when, boy! Just hurry up and take our order, before we request to see your superior!”

Immediately, he clambers to ready his notepad, carefully avoiding the stares of the other customers around. “Bien sûr, monsieur.”

Lips pursed in distaste, you make a mental note to leave a generous tip for the young man later, displeased at the entitled noble’s actions. 

“Well, that was a small spectacle; who knew nobles still treated servants that way?” Navia shakes her head. “I feel sorry for that kid.”

“As do I,” you agree. You’ve begun to find yourself constantly fiddling with the ring; twisting it around with your thumb, taking it on and off when you have your hands clasped together, the like. The feeling of having such a band on your ring finger—something you’d never have even dreamed of experiencing—is almost  unnervingly strange.

Pouring some ice-cold water from the jug previously provided for you once you’d both sat down, Navia takes a sip and shoots you a devious grin. Here we go. “Now, anything in mind for potential bridesmaids and decorations?”

All of that will likely be up to Lady Furina. Your expression is utterly blank, almost disapproving. “Navia, I got engaged today.” And not intentionally, either. “In fact, only mere hours ago. You are getting a bit too excited.”

“But—this is history in the making, [Name]!” Navia insists, looking at you incredulously, as if to say, how are you so unbothered by all this?? “You’re getting married—and if it’s to who I think it is, then this really will be history!” You shake your head, sighing almost long-sufferingly, twisting your ring around on your finger upon your lap. “I suppose so. But this really isn’t such a big deal, Navia.” Besides, it’s only for one year. However, you keep your lips carefully sealed shut.

Navia finally appears to give up, slumping into one hand upon her cheek and rolling her eyes. “You’re absolutely no fun. I feel awful for the man you’re to marry.”

You lift your brows amusedly. “You wound me, Navia. It’s terribly funny how the person talking about marriage and how unfortunate her friend’s future husband is is unengaged herself.”

“Well—I just haven’t found the right person yet, and I doubt I shall,” Navia huffs. “But you’re going to need a walking stick soon, considering how old you are and how you’ve just gotten betrothed.”

“Walking stick?” Laughter bubbles up, and you let loose a short chuckle, trying your best to look utterly unamused. “Goodness, have you no mercy on such a poor, innocent old lady such as myself? Were you never taught to respect your elders? I guess it’s now up to me to presume the role of grandmother in your life and round up all potential prospects for her dearest granddaughter.”

“Oh, no, please—someone, save me!” Navia dramatically slaps a hand to her forehead and pretends to faint. “I am too young to be chained to a man—grandmother, surely you understand? Oh, please, you mustn’t.”

“Hmm…” you tap your chin in mock-thought, acting as if truly considering it. “Child, surely you understand just how beneficial marrying a rich man is? I’ll be comfortable—I mean, you’ll be comfortable for the rest of your life, dear.” 

“I’d rather dive into a pool full of Primordial Seawater than marry a man, grandmother.” Navia shakes her head and pretends to stifle a sob, delicately wiping at the edges of her eyes. “You’re so cruel. You never have my best interests in mind!”

It’s becoming very hard not to snort in laughter. “Goodness, Navia—you should become a theatre actor, or star in an opera.” You cough into your hand to calm the laughter threatening to burst. “Ahem, I’m sure you’ll be able to take your pick of all those handsome performers up for grabs.”

The rest of the evening is spent in jest and light-hearted laughter from the both of you, allowing you to momentarily forget about the letter you are now awaiting from the Chief Justice.

A letter that will be the final step in setting your fate for the next twelve months in stone.

・・・・

For an entire week, Chief Justice Neuvillette left you gnawing at your fingernails. With every day that passed—from Wednesday night to the next Friday, you received no letter from him. Just sheer radio silence. 

You understand perfectly well just how busy of a man he is. Over the past two weeks, there have been three trials—all ones that made the headlines of the Steambird, ones where there were long downpours subsequent. 

So, to bear with the suspense and try to get your mind off of the stressful engagement, you occupied yourself with your job as a seamstress at Chioriya Boutique in downtown Fontaine, where you’re in charge of sewing on the embellishments upon the tailored garments. You’re nimble with a needle, and although not your ideal career choice in mind, the pay is good, and if you ever leave, the boutique’s name upon your resumé as a reference would be advantageous. 

Quitting your job once you marry Neuvillette would be pure stupidity. Due to your limited options from your young years in the Fleuve Cendre and back-and-forths from Poisson, what education you did have did not open many doors for your future. Reading and writing and basic arithmetic are the boundaries leaving you stranded; your dreams of entering the Akademiya when you were a naïve teen were a mere pipe dream in the face of adulthood and reality. 

That is another thing you are not able to, for the life of you, understand about Neuvillette and why he selected you as his wife in general, if you put aside the whole ball fiasco. He was sure to have done a background check on you, and would’ve seen the life you once led.

A mother running a small but growing illegal conglomerate, often throwing you and your older brother into the dangerous mix of her dirty dealings with shady clients, and an upbringing where there was never enough food in your stomach. 

Your mother was eventually found out for her crimes and was to be sentenced, but she swallowed a cyanide pill before she could stand trial, taking the cowardly route out. This left you, a small twelve-year-old, and a seventeen-year-old elder brother alone, left to fend for yourselves. You had no extended family you knew of to take you in. It was then up to your brother to raise you. 

Forced to mature into an adult as a child, maybe it contributed towards your more cynical outlook upon life, and your initial reluctance to marry. Navia, having grown up and working in the same environment your childhood was based within, is someone you’d been able to relate to upon first meeting, therefore sparking your current strong friendship with her. You did not, however, bargain that being dragged along to balls and pushed into blind dates would be part of the package.

That being said, considering your background and the dark roots from your parents—mother especially—it was quite unfathomable to you that Neuvillette still intends to follow through with the wedding. Most people would shy away from a person of your background, despite not having any illegal dealings yourself. 

You never would’ve expected for the hand life dealt you would dump you into this whole predicament, however.

Presently, you are just adding the finishing touches to one of Chiori’s best pieces yet when a Melusine arrives at the front entrance.

Chiori had previously stepped out of the boutique to receive her order of three crates of materials, leaving you to welcome and see to customers.

Hearing the front door’s bell chime, you stabbed the needle you were just sewing with into the pin cushion, stepping out from behind the curtain and for the counter. Seeing the Melusine, you offer her a small, accommodating smile. “Welcome, Miss. How may I help you?”

“Are you Mademoiselle [Name]?” The little creature instantly gets to the point, outstretching her little arms toward you, an envelope clutched within her paws. “You have a letter addressed to you from Monsieur Neuvillette.” Oh no, here it is, you gulp, before forcing yourself to nod and step forward. “Thank you, Liath.” You quickly sweep your gaze over her name tag, bending down to receive the letter from her. “Tell His Honour that I will write back to him presently.”

“Of course.” Liath nods, before turning to toddle out. “Have a lovely rest of your day, Mademoiselle.”

Waving a goodbye, you watch as the Melusine quickly heads off to her next location before tearing open the letter, noting the seal of the Palais Mermonia, officiating its genuinity. 

Pulling the letter out, you quickly read over the neat handwriting of Chief Justice Neuvillette.

To Mademoiselle [Name],

I hope this letter finds you well. Please forgive me for my sudden silence for the past week; I have been especially busy and have only just found the time within my schedule to write this letter and set the date for the meeting.

I shall keep this short and sweet, as to not take up too much of your time. Four days from now, on Tuesday at 11AM, we shall meet with Lady Furina within her personal parlour at the Palais Mermonia to discuss wedding arrangements. Please dress formally, as she is quite particular about these things, and it is not time to begin your act just yet. It is imperative that you make a good impression on her upon the meeting. 

Again, I sincerely apologise for this entire debacle you have been forced into. No amount of scolding on my part was able to sway our dearest Archon. As you likely have already gathered, she is a hot-headed girl and is not one to acquiesce once her mind is determinedly set upon something.

Please enjoy the rest of your week.

Chief Justice Neuvillette.

With dull resolve, you fold the letter back into its original state and slip it into the envelope, shoulders slumping in defeat. You’d found yourself hoping somewhat that his letter would say this situation has been called off, that you would be free, and soon be required to return the ring to him. However, you are, once again, proven wrong, and your spirits have fallen.

You do not hate Neuvillette. In fact, you’re not sure what you feel about him, exactly. You don’t really have an opinion about him, in all honesty. You know for sure that you respect him, and that he has the looks any woman in every possible region would kill to have as a husband, but you’re merely indifferent. You are glad to see that he appears to feel the same about you, therefore showing no future bumps in the road for the next twelve months. 

That evening, you went out to grocery shop, for possibly the final time. The evening markets in the less-crowded streets of the Court of Fontaine are always more peaceful than the midday stalls and vendors, despite the produce being less fresh. However, you know what to pick, for your eye for such things is sharp, and you click your apartment door shut behind you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up your residence.

You have never been a people-person, opting to remain on the sidelines as more of a wallflower than a socialite. You’ve never attracted people to you, and have never wished to. Therefore, quieter areas are more your forté, which explains your preference to shop in the evenings and remain within your home on weekends.

You’ve only ever attended a handful of balls and parties. It seems, however—you think with a sigh—that that will change very soon.

Why must Neuvillette appeal to the public for this? You slightly shake your head to yourself, adjusting your basket on your arm. He has never been a communal person. Marriage is no small deal, sure, but why must he rearrange his lifestyle for an immature archon?

The stars are out, barely visible due to the light pollution of the city. Faintly, they twinkle, the night sky clear for once, unlike its usual overcast look that has been frequent over the past week. 

You would like to take a stroll on the beach, as the evening air is sure to be fresh and sweet upon the lungs, but you turn away and set your mind to your present mission before you let yourself wander.

What should I wear on Tuesday? You mull, selecting the roundest, cleanest-of-blemishes bulle fruits you can find, handing over the Mora to the stall clerk before moving onto to the next vendor’s other options of produce. I have almost nothing that isn’t ball wear. And those are only two dresses.

You think about wearing the same dress you had to the meeting with Neuvillette last week, before discarding the thought. No. I’ll have to find something else. Will my wedding dress be tailored for me?

You laugh to yourself silently at the thought of having to use the same boutique you work at for your own wedding dress. Who knew this day would ever come?

The irony of the situation almost makes you laugh aloud, but you keep that for the pillow later, sure the emotion will melt into self-pity and thus turn into tears. Although not much of a crier, you’re feeling pretty lousy, and the sensation does not appear to want to dissipate any time soon.

However, you’re going to take everything as it comes and endure it. 

Besides, it’s only for a year.

・・・・

“Welcome, Mademoiselle,” a female servant curtsies to you, before sweeping a hand in the direction of the hallway behind her, in the opposite direction of where you are used to heading, that is towards Neuvillette’s office. “You’re right on time. The Lady and His Honour are expecting you.”

Before you can answer, she swiftly turns around and begins to lead you down the hall, you following silently, unsurely, behind. 

You managed to find a dress formal enough and befitting of the occasion, after hours of throwing your wardrobe and dresser drawers to bits. However, currently, you are the picture-perfect embodiment of your usual stoic, dignified self; one purposefully curated to intimidate others, and you have no sense of hesitation to use such tactics on the Hydro Archon.

It is not time to begin your act yet, as the Chief Justice had written in the letter that is now ashes in the fireplace. 

Primly, you nod your farewell to the maid as she opens the door, steps aside after announcing your presence, and leaves. She shuts the door after you, and you turn to the two figures seated in two chairs before a lovely coffee table, where all kinds of desserts and delicacies are laden upon the display trays in the middle of the circular tabletop.

There Neuvillette is, eyes upon you as you first address the Hydro Archon.

“My lady, it is of the utmost honour of mine to be invited to this small gathering today.”

You internally note how the Iudex and Archon’s colour palettes of blues and whites almost comically match, something you can tell is common, and unintentional. His imposing, broad-shouldered figure compared to her slim, meeker frame is an amusing sight, especially given her boisterous persona and his placid aura.

“Please, there is no need for the flattery!” You are surprised at how kind Lady Furina sounds; her smile being one bright and a far cry from the view famous in the Opera Epiclese when she watches a trial or play with amusement.

However, there is still something off about her smile. It’s wide and sunny and joyful, but the glint in her eyes is mischievous. Like she has some kind of plan, and it’s all falling into place at her feet very nicely.

You quickly take a seat to Neuvillette’s right, before Furina. Her smile has not faltered in the slightest, and she swiftly places a plate with a slice of a three-layered cake upon it before you. Then, she picks up the teapot and delicately pours the steaming liquid into your empty teacup. 

The entire time, you stare at her, then at the cake, and at the tea, speechless. She plops herself back down upon her own chair, clasping her hands together, sighing triumphantly. “Oh, my, how excited I’ve been for this moment!” You glance uncertainly at Neuvillette, who seems awfully interested in the patternless ceramic of his own teacup. Seeing how he is uninclined to come to your aid about her uncharacteristic behaviour, you purse your lips and bow your head in a display of polite gratitude, lifting your cup to your lips. “Thank you kindly for your hospitality, Lady Furina.” You force the bland liquid down your throat. Ugh, I really can’t stand tea without sugar. However, you do not reach for the small tongs to place two sugar cubes into your tea, opting to place it down upon its saucer with a small clink instead. “Now, I believe there is a reason of the utmost importance we are here for today.”

“Straight to the point! I like it!” She claps her hands, wiggling in her seat like an excited child. You glance at Neuvillette once more, who now is fidgeting with his cake fork at his plate’s side, staring with the utmost absorption at its movements. Annoyed, you look back to Furina, forcing your lips up into a small, but seemingly happy, smile. Furina continues on before you can speak again. “Well, then. You both have kicked up quite the fuss amongst the commoners and the tabloids. I must say, I am absolutely delighted. To think that Chief Justice Neuvillette, the most eligible bachelor in the country and still unmarried, has finally danced with a woman and found supposed romance? Oh, I can just see all the playwrights being written in your memory for generations to come!”

The desserts look divine, but right now, taking a bite would surely make you heave your breakfast up. When will you help me out here, Neuvillette! You have half a mind to kick his shin under the table, foot twitching. Frustration courses throughout your veins, but you keep your expression utterly unreadable, save for the subtle glares you occasionally shoot the Iudex’s way. “That may be a bit of an overstatement,” you force out a chuckle, bringing your teacup to your mouth, feigning a sip, almost unable to stomach the scent. “It’s not something I can see Neuvillette approving.” Shall we put you on the spot and make you talk, Chief Justice?

Neuvillette now decides to clear his throat, intervening. “Ahem, yes, quite right.” Scrutinising his teacup and adjusting his cake fork doesn’t appear to be very fascinating anymore, as he finally straightens and pushes his cup and saucer away from him. He throws a glance in your direction, amethyst hues flickering with incertitude. Ah, he is just as diffident as I. You pick up your own cake fork and stab it into the dessert before you, moving it to your mouth so you’re too occupied to talk, now leaving Neuvillette to shoulder the burden of chatting with (the admittedly insufferable) Lady Furina. “I do not think it is very ethical to have such a fanciful view on this arrangement, dear Furina.” Neuvillette’s tone is stop-and-start, clearly searching frantically for the correct words. “Understand that this ordeal was initially your idea, not willingly followed through with by neither Mademoiselle [Name] here nor I.”

“Oh, please, will you ever give up on that argument, Neuvillette?” Furina groans and slumps in her chair childishly, huffing. “It’s not going to work. I’ve arranged this for your own good—”

“But what about hers?” Neuvillette interjects, voice no longer hesitant, now stern and sharp. “Did you ever take into consideration how the secondary party involved would feel?”

You blink, beginning to feel awkward. Are they…fighting? Something tells you this is not an uncommon occurrence.

Furina seems undeterred by his severe tone and look, for she reciprocates with one on par to his own. “I have both of your best interests in mind, believe you me.” She then shoots a stony look in your direction, as if you’re the one who initiated the squabble. “Becoming your wife would be so beneficial for her, the pros outweigh the cons.” Why are they talking as if I’m not here? “And you’d finally have the lifelong companion you so need. Et voilà, everyone is happy.”

“Not so, Furina.” Neuvillette crosses his arms. “You are forgetting that she is morta—”

“Alright, I’ve heard enough.” You had picked up your teacup previously, trying to find something to occupy yourself with while stuck awkwardly in the middle of an argument that had an uncanny resemblance to a father-daughter quarrel, now clattering it down upon the saucer sharply. You stare coldly at both of them. “Feuding over this is futile. I believe I have the right to say something, and…” you pointedly gaze at the Hydro Archon. “If this displeases either one of you, I am more than inclined to hire a lawyer and take this to court.”

“That would be highly unnecessary.” Neuvillette appears to join forces with you, tight-lipped. He mirrors your frigid stare towards Furina. “This will be resolved here, now, between the three of us and no other.”

Seeing how there would be no getting through or refuting both of your statements, Furina huffed and waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever. Either way, what I say goes. You are both under orders to marry, and that is final.”

You wish you could feel that same reassurance you had when Neuvillette told you her obsession with his married life would die down eventually—at least, by the end of an entire year—however, that feeling is now nonexistent. Now, you are dreading the rest of this meeting, and the rest of the year.

“Lady Furina, may I ask you a question?” Politely, you smooth your features and reduce the heat of your glare, as to make her relax and thus lower her guard, thinking that you now see where she is coming from. And the tactic works, for her tense posture loosens and she nods. “Of course, go ahead.”

“What, exactly, makes you so determined to make Monsieur Neuvillette here feel what ‘love’ is in a marital relationship?”

Furina does not appear to have expected that particular question—and neither did Neuvillette. He snaps his head around to look at you, lips parted in shock. Furina’s eyes bug out of her head, and you sit there patiently, awaiting her answer expectantly.

“W-Well—” she stutters, heterochromatic eyes flitting about the room uncertainly. “You see, I, um…”

She falls silent, coming up with nothing. Disappointed with how you’ve essentially been proven correct, you lean forward toward the table, deadly serious. “Lady Furina, if you do not give either of us a logical reason for your, frankly bizarre, motivations towards Neuvillette and I and this ‘marriage’, I believe we thus have every right to resist your orders.”

I should’ve been a lawyer, you internally curse, wishing you had the sufficient legal knowledge to tear her resolve down. 

“Allow me to jog your memory, Neuvillette,” Furina suddenly speaks up, lips pursed. “Two weeks ago, I quoted section 442 from the Codex Egerius, under the Fontainian Legislation.” She tilted her chin up severely. “‘The presiding Hydro Archon has full legal dispensation to decree a living citizen of Fontaine into coercion with her orders, and said citizen is obligated to adhere’. Does that ring a bell?”

What? You’re not liking where this is starting to go, at all. You know that she has a point—one that will make your freedom a lost cause.

“…I do.” You turn to Neuvillette, shocked, dread making your blood pound. Dammit, the little weasel—she’s purposely put him on the spot! And he can’t lie about it! Neuvillette looks extremely conflicted, a muscle in his strong jaw flexing an irregular, irresolute rhythm. He says nothing more.

“Then you’ll surely understand when I say this.” Turning to you, she holds one dainty finger in the air, posture ramrod straight. “Mademoiselle [Name], I order you to marry Chief Justice Neuvillette.”

Blinking, your mouth opens and closes like a fish in shock, while Neuvillette’s expression turns deadly. “Furina!”

“You’ve left me no choice.” She pierces the Iudex with a narrow-eyed, vehement glare. “You will fall in love. That is an order. How else are you to be happy and stop moping all the time?”

“I do not mope.” Your shock heightens when a bright, humiliated flush mixed with outrage blooms across the Chief Justice’s cheeks, eyes storming with fury. “How rude of you. You may be the Hydro Archon, but that does not give you the right to impose on my personal life and feelings! Nor hers!”

You feel extremely frightened—for Furina’s sake. No one has ever seen the Iudex so infuriated—there have been moments in court when defendants and the audience grow too rowdy after multiple orders from him to quiet down, but never to this extent. Although he is an intimidating man in general, you now know he is not one to anger easily, for he is slow to it—but when his ire is stoked, it is a white-hot blaze.

However, although his fury is scorching, it is a quiet type of wrath. Such is clear now, where he silently sits in his chair, fists clenched tightly upon the tabletop, a vein beginning to bulge in his forehead, glare murderous. You’re amazed at how resilient Furina is to it—and then, you realise with a shudder—she likely has pushed his buttons like this many times, so much so she is used to it.

You know Neuvillette will not raise a hand to her. In fact, you can’t see him doing that to anyone. However, you’ve already broken out into a cold sweat. Goodness, I must never get on this side of him.

“I just want you to be happy!” She exclaims in answer, the argument quickly beginning to get well out of hand. “Is that so hard to understand? You need a wife! Someone to take care of, and someone to take care of you—!”

“Enough!” You slam a palm down on the table, cutlery rattling violently in answer, jumping from your seat. Neuvillette visibly flinches, abruptly yanked from his momentary bout of anger, turning to you. His gaze softens, and you almost fall over your words at how your heart stutters in response to the look. Furina, meanwhile, quietens instantly at your order, cheeks flushed and almost out of breath. You compose yourself and sling your purse strap over your shoulder, more than eager and ready to leave. “Have I not already said that fighting is pointless? Stop squabbling like children, both of you!” You’ve almost forgotten how your tone and words could very well end you up in the Fortress of Meropide. With a glacial glare, you pin Furina to her seat, jaw clenched. “I will marry him. Does that satisfy you? Will you leave him—and me—alone, now?”

“Hold on, [Name]—” You cut Neuvillette’s quiet words off, redirecting your glower towards him and trying your best to ignore his imploring stare that is oh-so-soft and easy to fall into, steeling your resolve. “No. I won’t hear another word. I am quite offended by today’s events.” You turn and begin walking towards the door. “Neuvillette, send me a letter of when we are to be married. I want it in a registry office. No ceremony.” You know this is exactly what Furina wouldn’t want, so you silence her attempts at protesting with another unsparing glare. “You owe me—us—that much, Lady Furina.”

You leave no room for a reply from either of them, swivelling around once more and wrenching open the door, utterly outraged. The only thing on your mind right now is getting home, letting you scream into your pillow and relax your frayed nerves freely.

It poured relentlessly for the rest of that day. It suited you quite fine, considering its correspondence with your bitter feelings.

However, three glasses of wine did nothing to expel the image of Neuvillette’s desperate, beseeching stare. The look made your chest tighten, and you hated it. 

Who knew the ever-expressionless Chief Justice could manage such a look? 

With the image plaguing your mind for the rest of the night, you rested fitfully, knowing that you had just agreed to something that would likely alter the course of your life forever, not for just twelve months.

And something tells you nothing will go according to plan. Everything will go awry.

I am nOT happy with this chapter in the least, especially the beginning. however, I had to force myself to write this, as motivation is now running out. and, well, I've got another idea for a neuv fic 👩‍🦯 it's gonna be a really, really long oneshot, since I am not turning it into a series (this one is already a handful) so the question is, uh, do y'all wanna see it? 🧍‍♀️ I also have an alhaitham one in my drafts rn gathering dust (already at the 17k word count, and that's because of sleep deprivation) lmk if you wanna see it (will prob post it anyway)

ANYWAys this is way too long of an author's note, so thanks for reading, once again! the support I've been getting on this is CRAZY, never would've dreamed of it 😭 and just ONE more exam to go y'all, so sit tight because the party w our dear neuvillette is only just getting started 🤭

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Could I request Wriothesley, Diluc, Childe and Neuvillette feeling sad so their s/o hugs them and pats their head?

This. Is. Perfect.

Thank you for your request and I hope you enjoy it! Apologies it took so long to write!!

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤💕⊰─

{༻~Hugs and pets~༺}

CW: GN! Reader, a little angsty at first but turns fluffy fast!

(Included: Diluc, Childe, Neuvillette, and Wriothesley!)

𑁍༄Diluc:

Diluc rested his head in his hand, staring at the sheets of paper that littered his desk. He'd done this for years and even as thorough as he was, he still made mistakes, this one having affected his workers more then himself...and that was by far the worst kind of mistake. If only his father were here, he could ask him for help..

He perked up when he noticed you walking towards him, a small comforting smile on your face, "Diluc? You know everyone makes mistakes right, no one's upset with you and it truly wasn't as bad as you think.." You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, hugging him in attempt to make him feel better. If only he knew how much everyone looked up to him..including yourself.

"I just wish I could do better, be like my father was.." His words sunk in for a moment, it wasn't often he mentioned his father or his feelings so you had to tread lightly on this. "I'm sure he had times like this...and if he were here right now, he'd be proud of how far you've come, how well you're doing. I know it." You placed a reassuring kiss on his cheek and what you said seemed to help as he leaned back to kiss your lips.

"Thank you my love"

𑁍༄Childe:

You smiled down at Childe, your hands slowly running through his soft ginger hair. He wouldn't give you any details about what happened, all he said was he'd gotten himself into a bind and that he needed some time to recover...and he truly did. He had multiple injuries all over his body and even as he rested his head in your lap, eyes closed like he'd fallen asleep, you could tell he was still trying not to think about it.

You wanted to ask him about it, see if you could help, if there was more your could do...but for all you knew...he was just trying to keep you safe, or maybe whatever it was, was to terrible for you to know. For now, you'd just keep petting his head and humming the songs you knew he loved, doing your best to help him forget it all.

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You wrapped your arms around Neuvillettes waist, a gentle rain now turned into a downpour as he told you about the things he'd seen...to think someone as kind as him had suffered through so many hardships and never once let it out...

"I apologize my dear, you're getting soaked all because of me and my troubles. Perhaps I should-"

"No. I can handle the rain, Fontaine can handle the rain...but you, you cant handle the hurt anymore and you don't have to, you shouldn't have to." You hugged him tighter, feeling like your voice was going to be drowned out by the storm. You were scared, but you loved him and you had to show him you weren't going anywhere.

"I...you're right." You felt his chin rest on your head, his arms moving to embrace you just as tight in return. It was still raining...still soaking through your clothes, but he was feeling better and that's all that mattered.

𑁍༄Wriothesley:

You kissed Wrios cheek before sitting down next to him on his bed, he'd been laying there for a half a hour now, staring at the ceiling without ever saying a word...and it was really worrying you. Of course you'd seen him angry, you'd seen him happy and you'd even seen him utterly confused...but sad or upset? He almost always kept those emotions to himself, never wanting to trouble you with them or upset you in the process.

So how were you supposed to help? Eventually you let out a sigh and laid down on top of him, wrapping your arms losely around his neck as your head rested on his chest. He wasn't really one to use his words so asking him about it wouldn't have got you anywhere, so this was the best option, "I love you Wrio...and I'm here okay."

He sighed in content and finally moved so he could hold you. He didn't respond with words, but you knew he appreciated it nonetheless.

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

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