#Neuvillette drabble

[lunaa-runee]

Imagine being Neuvillette's human mate. Originally, Neuvillette did everything to stay away from you, but every cell in his body craved you. Eventually, he gave in to his instincts. And he loved you with every fiber of his being. But the fact remained, you were human, and humans had such short lives. And even as you aged, and he did not, his love for you never changed. Even after you're long gone.

"I miss you, my love," the hydro sovereign whispered to the grave before him as the rain fell around him.

[versadies]

missing you | neuvillette x reader

SALUTATIONS. missing you

ADDRESSED. neuvillette x gn!reader

STAMPS. a really short drabble on neuvillette being a clingy monster after being away from you despite only not seeing you for a few hours (he misses you okay :(()

CONTENT. ooc!neuvi (?), fluff/no-angst, married life

POST-SCRIPT. this is my first ever neuvillette fic!! i was very excited to try and tackle on neuvillette the moment i came back from my hiatus. he’s genuinely one of my fav fontaine characters besides navia and wriothesley so i hope i at least did well with his character >_<

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Head empty, just Neuvillette, who had finished his duties from the court early and decided to wait for you — his beloved spouse for two years — near your workplace with patience and eagerness.

His eyes instantly soften when he sees you coming out from your building, causing him to automatically come up to you as though you’re a magnet to him.

He gently intertwines his fingers with yours as soon as he’s near with a soft “hello, my love,” escaping his lips, his smile growing slightly when you greet him back with that bright smile of yours that never fails to make his day.

With you, his aloof demeanor drops ever so slightly and he instantly becomes relaxed and soft with you, pulling you into his arms and giving you a loving kiss on your face; the two of you are wrapped in each other’s arms perfectly, like a completed puzzle that’s finally been solved.

Neuvillette, who holds your hand for the rest of the day as the two of you are walking your way back to your sweet home that you both shared together even before you both got married. He refuses to let go of your hand, as if he’s afraid that he’ll lose you if he did. Though it does help that you occasionally squeeze on his hand, a way of reassuring that no, he’d never lose you at all.

As soon as the two of you arrive home and close the door behind you, Neuvillette is quick to not hold back from his ambush of affection, kissing you all over your face as your laughter echoes in the house.

Your shared home is a sacred space that’s reserved for your love towards one another, where you get to be you, and he gets to be him.

Just the way you both like it.

“Let me love you,” he’d say to you before going back to kissing you more as his arms snaked around your body for an embrace that he’s been missing for the past few hours since he was working. “I want to show you how much I missed you.”

With such a deep stare that makes your legs go weak, you couldn’t help but allow your husband to do as he wishes.

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[onigirio]

imagine it starts raining while you're on a date with neuvillette

you had asked for no pickles, but your sandwich came with pickles. your partner had watched you accept the sandwich with a strained expression.

"why don't you just ask them to make it again?" he asked, quirking a brow

you shrugged, "they put effort into this. taking pickles out of my sandwich is less of an inconvenience to me, than it is for them to go and remake the whole thing"

then a soft drizzle began to fall from the sky, chasing people under cover.

neuvillette didn't understand mortals, but he had known a lot of them to be selfish. you, however, had suddenly become an exception in his mind, because no matter how annoyed you might have been over this, you thought of the people working in the restaurant, who you probably didn't even know.

thats why the weather was so, confusing

"neuvillette" you tapped him to get him out of his daze, "look outside"

he followed your line of sight to the window, where the sun was shining even though it was raining. the best part wasn't the constrast in the weather, though. instead, it was the rainbow that illuminated the sky

[scarlett-vqx]

The Melusines loved your Tattoo:

Fluff/slight smut, reader has a tattoo

Tattoo drabble

They would absolutely try to color it and Neuvillette would find it so cute. Imagine waking up from a nap being so sleepy still that you don’t realize the new art the little girls created while you were in a deep slumber. You greet your Boyfriend Neuvi! And he falls in love all over again. Just the thought of you getting along with his little girls gives him butterflies(and low key baby fever). He loved your tattoo before but now… he’ll be sticking to you throughout the morning. While you guys lay together on his couch he would slowly start to trace the outlines of your tattoo reminding you of the Melusines art. “You’ve been giving my tattoo attention all morning Neuvi is everything alright?” You ask kinda confused why he was so touchy because normally he wouldn’t be. He replied with kisses to the tattoo. “What do you think of our own child being the one coloring your tattoos darling? I would love to see that.” While slowly starting to kiss your neck-

[saeun]

of importance lyney, neuvillette.

sum. what happens when dealing with an unserious partner and another who's never easy to read and secretly emotional.

it's unusually quiet for a friday. if lyney's not practicing magic tricks, he's flirting your ears off. whatever the case may be, lyney is always within an arm's reach but today isn't like that. ever since he rolled out of bed, lyney kept contact short and busied himself with anything but you.

not that it's a big deal — he's a magician. a nation-wide famous magician. of course he's not going to be glued to you like a velcro strap but who's to say his mind isn't spiralling with you?

lyney isn't busy. he snuck out under the guise of work to practice a cheesy, lovey-dovey magic trick. the trick's simple: in one hand, he'll create the illusion of pulling a cloth through it with another. at the end of the cloth, he'll crumple it in his fist to reveal a key covered in rainbow rose's petals. when you retrieve the key, he'll then guide you to a locked chest; open it and there lies a bouquet mixed with marcottes and rainbow roses, a letter, and an envelope.

in all honesty, lyney thinks the trick's destined to fail. he's already hidden the chest — the problem lies in the first part. he knows no fear until it comes to showing you any tricks. tricks that aren't for the opera theatre. the difference between you and them isn't big: you know most secrets behind his tricks, they don't. hopefully you're too amazed by him to understand the "magic" behind it.

taking baby steps into your home, he sneaks behind you, tapping on your shoulder to surprise you. "what'ya doing?"

you took a sharp turn around, raising your hand to defend only to stop yourself. "oh my god, lyney, don't scare me like that!"

lyney laughs, finding amusement in you. sitting on the bed, he prepares himself for the mini magic show. with both hands behind his back, lyney speaks, "i have a little something to show you."

"really?" you questioned, paying more attention to your moisturizer.

"yes, so focus on me," demanding your attention on him, he stands up with a little jump, lips pressed into a cheeky smile.

"i know that look on your face." your eyes squinted, already guessing what's about to happen.

lyney can only smile in response, tilting his head as he focused his eyes on you. feeling confident in his skills, he begins the play.

"eyes on me, okay?"

"yes, yes," nodding you, lean on the dressing counter, pouring all your attention on his hands.

unfortunately, the feeling of doom lyney felt earlier proved itself to be true. just before he could've crumpled the petal-covered key, everything fell out of the cloth.

"oh—"

"should i — should i turn around?" you asked, stifling a giggle. while lyney looks betrayed, you felt your stomach harden at every attempt to not laugh.

"no," he spoke, feeling no shame, lyney walks to you, one hand secured on your lower back as the other stations itself on the counter. "i have a better idea."

"oh!" now it's your turn to be stunned.

"monsieur neuvillette, don't you dare think of running away." you barged into his office, taking large, demanding steps towards him.

neuvillette's confused. he has no intention of running — it's unsightly for his position in fontaine. his confusion only increases when you slammed both hands on his desk.

"my apologies, monsieur neuvillette! i tried to stop her," the security melusine apologizes, clearing the situation on her half to neuvillette. she shoots you a glare due to your unmannerly entrance at such an important place.

"it's all right, do not fret," he responds, redirecting his eyes to you. "what happened?"

"you, mr. justice, forgot something didn't you?" you started, lacing your tone with pettiness.

his confusion bar reaching its peak, neuvillette's face remained calm in contrast to him racking his brain to remember what he forgot. there's no way he forgot anything. he's a scheduled man who gets things done within one-to-two business days!

"i'm not certain. if such happened then i apologize, my dear."

you can only sigh, dramatically dropping your head. deciding it'll be best to remind him, you spoke, "maybe i should've requested a trial. it was our anniversary yesterday."

shock, disbelief, and many other unknown human-related emotions swirled through neuvillette. although he knows not a sentence about anniversaries and its importance to your kind, he knows it's something you treasure.

"forgive me, please."

"it's okay, i just wanted to tease you!" you attempted to reassure him. however, such methods doesn't work on him. he will make it up to you. whether it's today, this evening or tonight.

"it is not okay. if you aren't busy, i will clear my schedule right now," neuvillette spoke with dominance. he's not allowing this to go by.

you stretch an arm out to pinch his cheek, giving in to his words. "you already know i'm never busy."

"that i do," he nods, signing off his name to declare the end of his shift.

neuvillette walks to you, taking your hand in his. giving your hand a light squeeze, he apologizes again, "please, forgive my ignorance."

"hey, it's okay. you're not a machine to remember everything," you reassured him again, moving your gaze to the windows. "huh — wasn't it sunny just a minute ago? why's it so cloudly?"

neuvillette doesn't respond. too immersed sulking at the thought of missing something so important to you by an entire day.

[fictoculus]

☆ neuvillette drabble.

THINKING ABOUT... coming home tired to your husband, neuvillette, after a long day at work.

you blindly follow the path home with your heavy-lidded eyes glued to the floor, stopping in your tracks when you recognise the door mat beneath your feet. on the other side of the door, your husband sits in an armchair in the first room to the left, reading a leather bound book intently while awaiting your arrival.

just as he finishes the fourth chapter, he hears your heavy footsteps on the cold, cobble paving. the soft jingle of your keys echoes through the hallway, causing him to perk up from his seat and set the book aside hurriedly (not before marking the page of course).

click

the door creaks open as you step inside, your belongings dropping to the floor with a thud as you let out a sigh.

"welcome home, dear"

your eyes follow the source of the voice, being met by a tall figure with their arms outstretched: neuvillette.

without a second thought, you crash into his arms, feeling them wrap around you in a firm hug as you're enveloped by his comforting scent. only when you slowly pull away does he tilt your chin up to face him, and place a tender kiss on your lips. he chuckles softly, and you feel the vibration from his chest against your hand as you clutch his shirt.

"long day?"

you only hum in response, leaning your head against his chest and fiddling with his shirt. he takes your cold hands in his warm ones, gently tracing circles around your knuckles and massaging the flesh between them.

"can we just go straight to bed tonight? i'm exhausted"

you ask him with pleading eyes.

"of course, my love, i must admit i was getting a little tired myself"

and with that, the two of you make your way to the bedroom hand-in-hand, taking your time undressing and climbing into bed. if anything, neuvillette is just glad to have you back home and in his arms, so he wastes no time pulling up the covers and trapping you in his embrace.

he finds the slow rise and fall of your chest comforting, and loves the way you unconsciously snuggle up against him in your sleep. yes, the two of you weren't able to exchange anecdotes from your day like you usually do, but if it meant that he could admire your sleeping figure even longer than usual, he had no reason to complain.

the book he had been reading lies forgotten on the coffee table as he relishes in your warmth, it's contents pushed to the very back of his mind while the front is filled with thoughts of you.

in this moment, he wants nothing but you, and needs nothing other than your comforting presence as your heartbeat gently lulls him to sleep...

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[ourolite2]

we’re aware that fontaine rains when neuvi cries, but that’s only when he's distraught. what about when he’s making love to you to the point where tears of venereal zeal prick his vision, the morning dew aries from the verdant, chlorophyll-imbued leaves as the drizzle wakes up the citizens of fontaine? romaritime roses blooming with bubbles to get the effervescent little ones active at dawn? the sunbursts and sundogs inducing fontaine’s tangible scenery to embrace how fucking delighted he is with you?

nightly love-making isn’t any better lemme tell you. the droplets are light as feathers, pittering gently against the condensed windows, mist tickling everyone’s skin, and the moon peering through your and neuvi’s window, being the probing maiden she is, watching you guys’ session with a rush of pride swelling in her chest. rain has a whole new meaning when he’s with you; has there ever been a time where the clouds darkened as of lately? when was the last time the two of you acknowledged the pleads from the freckled boy that begged him not to cry?

neither of you could recall anymore.

[mimi-cee-genshin]

Old words unspoken ‘til now: Neuvillette; heartwarming, spoilers from his story quest, 0.7k

Imagine you were a history and literature enthusiast in the world of Teyvat. You collected books -old books- and you tremendously enjoyed the archaic language written between the dusty covers. The terms used, the odd sentence structure as well as the punctuation were all hindrances to the common person. With phrases slightly off-putting to the contemporary palate, one could hardly persevere through a single page.

Yet you, on the other hand, would read these books aloud with flair and drama, causing strangers to raise a brow and your closest friends to share a knowing smirk. As you walked along by Palais Mermonia, quick on your feet to run a commission, you heard a word you'd only read in the book located on the third shelf away from your fireplace.

The word? An insult. The equivalent of calling a person a buffoon.

Of course the one receiving the insult was oblivious to the fact that he was indeed insulted, as if it never occurred to him that it could be anything but a compliment. But as you listened to him wail and complain about how a certain Melusine failed to meet his petty expectations, you understood the drama that had reached your attentive ears.

The great Monsieur Neuvillette was understandably upset.

You had never forgotten the spectacle. You tucked it into a corner of your memory, next to the lines of an obscure but cherished theatre script written centuries ago. The single word brought you back to a different world that separated you not by space but by time. Old Fontaine, with all its flaws, also contained stories of bravery and love in its pages.

Then when you happened on a rare chance to greet Monsieur Neuvillette himself in person, you seized the opportunity for an experiment. A harmless one of course.

You quoted a line from your favorite play.

It was a typical form of greeting when directed to a respectful gentleman such as him. But the archaic saying revealed a brief shock in Neuvillette's eyes, just as he received the completed commission from you. He continued on with business as usual, not thinking much of your words. Yet when another sentence flowed out of your mouth, he could no longer ignore his heart. His smile could hardly be contained at hearing the equivalent of his mother tongue, the mode of words when he first lived among humans. Your intonations brought him back to his early days with Vautrin and Carole, of small gatherings and outings with those he cherished. A warm soupy aroma had wafted from the kitchen of Vautrin's mother and young children had giggled with the handful of Melusines he first brought over.

And without knowing, Neuvillette replied you. He replied in that old Teyvat language, with idioms and speech patterns he scarcely spoke ‘til now.

Your eyes grew wide, and then were replaced by an even wider grin. With glee, you spoke to him the language you only read from books, almost a little bashful from the excitement in your own voice.

He asked where you learned to speak that way and you spilled out your vast knowledge of centuries old literature, those cherished tales of characters you loved. In turn, he gave you insights into the settings and culture at the time for each of the stories you shared. And mid conversation, you couldn't help but feel the urge to write them all down.

As the people walked by you outside the Palais Mermonia, you continued to speak in a way that was unknown to the expanse of the current human world. It was awkward at first for Neuvillette, not having conversed this way in so long. But the more he spoke, the more natural it felt, and the words and phrases on his tongue made themselves home in him once again. The place in his heart that was long forgotten was brought to the surface for him to enjoy once again. It was a marvel to behold how a mere few phrases had uncovered this abandoned treasure.

So when the day was done, and the hours had passed from the moment you'd shared your good-byes, Neuvillette once again reflected on his former years. They were painful memories, but there was great joy in them as well. And you had just gifted him with a warm experience he couldn't have foreseen. An encounter that led out a forgotten part of his being.

A place he called home.

Thanks for reading! This was pretty different from my usual writing style and format, but I hope you enjoyed it.

[anime-in-new-albion]

Come Home With Me ~ Neuvillette

Summary: It's Wriothesley who has to tell you that Neuvillette is sick. You know he's stubborn and won't want to leave work despite feeling under the weather. Still, you have to try!

Pairing: Neuvillette X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluffy Drabble

Word Count: 946

Warning: Neuvillette is only OOC because he's sick

Masterlist

It was Wriothesly who came to see you, which was a surprise in and of itself.

“Hello?” You called out from your office when you heard you had a visitor.

“Miss Y/n?” He sounded a little nervous as he entered your office, making you stand up from your desk with concern.

“Hello, Wriothesley. What seems to be the matter? It's not like you to come in unannounced, not that I mind of course. I'm just surprised, that's all.”

Surprised was putting it mildly.

He hesitated once more, before he sighed and said, “It’s Neuvillette. He’s sick, but he refuses to leave his office to rest. I was wondering if maybe you could come and convince him to take care of his health?”

“Of course." I nod before gathering my things. "Will you escort me please?"

"I'd be delighted to." He nodded before offering you his arm. He then added, "Thank you again. I've never seen him this sick before."

You shook your head. "I should have noticed sooner. He seemed to be under the weather as of late. I should have asked him to stay home when I knew."

"Ah, he's stubborn." Wriothesley chuckled. "I'm not even sure you'll be able to get him to rest now. But the Melusines wanted me to ask you anyway."

"Well I'm glad they did. I will certainly try my best!"

It didn't take you long before you found yourself at the Palais Mermonia. Wriothesley escorted you all the way to his office where you found him working at his desk. A group of Melusines were crowding around the open doorway, where you could hear him sneezing and coughing.

Sigewinne gasped when she saw you before bouncing to your side. "Monsieur Wriothesley! Mademoiselle Y/n! It's good to see you again! Are you here for Monsieur Neuvillette?"

You nod and pat her gently on the head. "Of course, my dear. I hear the stubborn judge is sick and refusing to leave his work. Is that right?"

She nodded, a serious look passing over her face. "He's been ill all day! We've tried to get him to go home, but he refuses to listen."

"Well, we'll see about that." You mutter under your breath. "Now if you'll excuse me, my dear."

"Come on, Sigewinne." Wriothesley beckoned for her. "I'll take you and the Melusines out to get some sweets."

Her eyes lit up at his words. "Really Monsieur Wriothesley? Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you, thank you!"

As he led the Melusines away from the door, you entered Neuvillette's office and quietly shut the door. He didn't seem to notice your presence, completely enraptured by the documents on his desk. He looked awful, and it made you all the more determined to pull him away from work so he could rest.

Kneeling next to his desk chair, you placed a hand over his unoccupied one. This caused him to jump in his seat before staring at you. “When did you get here, my darling? What are you doing here?”

You smiled. “I’m here to take you home, my love. You’re sick. Let me help take you home so you can rest and take care of yourself, please.”

He shook his head and turned back to the papers before him. “No, I can’t. I’m behind enough as it is with these cases. I need to stay and finish all my work.”

“Not like this you can’t.” You squeezed his hand. “Please, Neuvillette, my love. Please come home with me.”

Again he shook his head, his hand shaking as he tried to write some more. “No, I really can’t. Please, let me stay and finish this paperwork.”

With a sigh, you stood, with your hand still on his. Taking your free hand, you gently leaned his head against your abdomen. “You’re tired, my love. Please, come home with me. I’ll help you with your work when we’re at home, I promise you.”

Neuvillette’s eyes had fluttered closed from your gesture and he hummed in response to your words, “Are you sure?”

“I’m absolutely sure. Now, please, let’s go home.”

“Okay. We can go home.”

Carefully, you helped him to his feet, his body still leaning against yours. Slowly, you let him out of the Palais Mermonia, with the other lawyers and Melusines staring at the two of you in surprise. They had never seen the Iudex like this before. But he was too tired to notice their stares. And you weren't going to tell him, because you knew he would just be embarrassed by the events of the day. You just let him cling to you as you left the Palais Mermonia.

When you were on the streets of Fontaine, you found Wriothesley, Sigewinne, and the other Melusines to tell them that he would be right as rain in a few days. Sigewinne commented about how sweet Monsieur Neuvillette looked in your arms. Wriothesley joked about you being his mother, which earned him a smack from you. Still you asked them not to get sick themselves before leading Neuvillette home.

On your walk home, he snuggled deeper into your neck, making you giggle. “You’re too good to me.”

“Is that so, my love?”

He nodded. “I still can’t believe you agreed to marry me, my darling.”

“Well, who else would take care of you like this? We all know it's not going to be Wriothesley, he's too busy. And Sigewinne means well, but she'd need help too.” You kissed his cheek. “Now, enough talking. Let’s get you home and into bed. We need to break this fever of yours.”

“And do my paperwork?”

You rolled your eyes. “Sure, my love. Whatever you say.”

[animekpopsimp]

Neuvillette, who on the outside seems stoic and cold. As the Luedex he's both feared and respected. But with you, he's soft. His eyes are filled with love that's only reserved for you. In his eyes, you're the most beautiful person he's ever laid eyes on. Neuvillette can't help but smile when he's around you, you make him feel more human, like belongs. Neuvillette loves having you in his arms, holding you close as he just enjoys being around you. With you, he forgets about all the stress he's had that day, even Furina can't ruin his mood. Neuvillette cherishes you with all his heart, he doesn't care what the people of Fontaine say. He doesn't care if they spread rumors about the two of you and your relationship, as long as he has you, he's happy.

[miyaz6ki]

☆ wearing their clothes

synopsis. seeing s/o wearing their clothes for the first time :) (like shirts/sweatshirts or jackets/coats :pensive:)

the blade has spoken. erm... first draft being posted... i feel a little nervous after changing from reshinless to the user i use everywhere..

pairings. albedo, alhaitham, capitano, childe, wriothesley, diluc, neuvillette, kinich, xiao, dainsleif, wanderer

albedo felt himself heating up already. the red that crept up his neck was noticeable as you looked up. you were wearing his lab coat, and all cozy in the bed you both share.

"you're.. wearing.. my.." - "oh.. wow."

he had just come back from work and he couldn't wait to cuddle with you in bed, yet it was as if he wouldn't mind conducting another experiment with his new 'assistant' by his side <3

alhaitham when he suddenly walks into the empty home, tired of the work he's done for only archons knows how long he had been working. he just wanted to come home and tell you about all the things he's been- oh.

he was stunned. star struck. fuck. were you really wearing his sweater right now? the grayhead felt himself simply smirk at he adorable sight of you simply sleeping on the couch. a dinner made just for him, along with dessert on the side (ifykyk)

"maybe i'll tell you when i wake up, love."

capitano who simply lets out a chuckle, one out of love. he loves how large his coat looked on you. he handed it to you after going out for a while, asking you to simply hang it beside his desk. yet you had better ideas. and by better ideas? is to wear it of course!

"well what do we have here? you're so adorable my love."

he tucks strands of your hair behind your ear. adoring the way you tried your best not to fall over as you tried to spin. this was enough to keep you warm though. not to mention how he was already carrying you bridal style to bed.

childe laughs, seeing you try on one of his shirts, looking at yourself in the mirror before turning to see him.

baby, you look amazing! how about another spin?

even when you simply scoffed, he loved how you looked right now. fuck, he could feel himself reddening already. he definitely will let you have full access to his wardrobe. just take it all like how you took his heart too.

wriothesley just put his jacket over you to keep you from being wet while watching the melusines play with sigewinne, yet right now he was more focused on how much he admired your figure in his clothes. his jacket.

"what's wrong?" "...nothing. you look amazing today, yk that?"

he chuckled at your behavior, unaware of your own attractiveness as you told them to stop running around the fountain with the wetness of the floor spreading. you couldn't help but ease up and laugh as well.

a certainly crazy day at the court of justice- neuvillette was finally finishing up the last few cases, not to mention how absurd some of the cases were.

not realizing he ended up taking your jacket instead of his home, only realizing it when the melusines mention how different it look from his usual one. oh man. there you were. trying on his coat that just seemed a little too big (or small) on you. gosh were you cute.. what do you mean his ears are red?!

"i.. it looks better on you than me, doesn it?"

dainsleif who was there immediately as soon as the red wine was spilled onto your outfit. quick to spring into acting, he throws his jacket over it just as fast. scolding the person who jealously just oh-so accidentally ruined your outfit tonight purely because they wanted your significant other? oh please he wasn't having any of that!

but by the time his anger went away, he didn't realize how.. alluring you looked.. in something he wore all the time. it definitely suited you better, only noticing after he finally parked the car. he definitely had to give you more of his clothes.

"you.. uh.. i.. well.. you're beautiful. you know, you're welcome to keep that."

diluc's face was turning as red as his hair seeing how you quietly snored, sound asleep in his- no, your shared bed. seeing how closely you held his coat to your chest, as well as the shirt you wore.

"...I don't.. deserve you."

he simply took his boots off, letting his arms snake you close, one of his hands trailing up to your scalp, calmly stroking your head as he feels you smile into his chest. this was life.

kinich who always had an interesting wardrobe, you really just wanted to see how comfy his clothes were if he can swing back and forth that far!

and in which you did, spinning and looking at yourself in the mirror in his clothing. you loved it even more from how it smelled just like him too <3

"someone's having fun aren't they?"

you felt yourself blush out of embarassment of getting caught. but before you could apologize, he already had his lips on yours.

when xiao decides it'd be a good idea to give you a hoodie just to realize you never gave it back. is it just.. yours now?

and to find out the answer? yes! it is! and he finds out in the cutest way possible—by finding you sleeping soundly and wearing it all the same. almost indifferent about it as if it was normal.

"you okay?" "i-i've been looking for this y-you know.."

he only flushed more when you tell him you missed him so much.

finally coming home, wanderer, or scaramouche just wanted to cuddle. no words shared. just to hold you in his arms.

but maybe it was good that didn't happen. because now he was looking at the love of his life, and eating the food they made him. knowing how they made it with the knowledge on how he can't really taste anything. not to mention you were wearing.. that sweatshirt he lent you.

you.. look.. good.

[elysian-edu]

rich husbands who make their whole life about taking care of you.

oh, that necklace you glanced at while at the mall? now you're there trying several other ones on because "they all look perfect on you."

the dress you looked at through that shop window? bought. plus anything else you even remotely wanted.

that snack you crave almost all the time? he almost buys the whole business for you just to have them as often as you'd like. (in moderation of course!)

rich husbands who don't understand why you want to work, and every time you tell them why they simply say:

"i can provide more than enough for the both of us, but go ahead."

rich husbands the second they see you all stressed and tired from that job, call in and quit for you.

and when you try to get up the next morning to go to said job, he ushers you back to bed, lays you down and tells you to "not worry about that pesky job again."

rich husbands who like to make it known to everyone that you're married to him.

buys you the biggest rock you've ever seen adorned on your finger to propose to you, and makes it his routine to see if you have his ring on. (which you always do.)

indirectly flaunts it to passersby's by holding your hand, occasionally picking your hand up to inspect it, and trying not to crack a smile as he hears women gasp, and whisper, "she's one lucky woman."

rich husbands who tell everyone they know about you, whether that be coworkers, family, or random people, he'll always somehow flip the conversation to being about you.

"oh that? my wife is quite fond of it, yes."

"that reminds me of my wife, she quite likes those things. often calling them "cute.""

rich husbands <33

[anantaru]

— doing his eyeliner while sitting on his lap

including. xiao, neuvillette, zhongli

genre. fluff, gn! reader, slightly suggestive

— xiao

"hey, you're shaking xiao, i can't focus."

"tzzz, i'm not," xiao rasps— ugh, you're just so pretty, you know? with a faint dusting of light clinging to your eyes, delicate yet indifferent, as if the universe itself had carelessly bestowed it upon you. he believes there was something unsettling in your gentleness, a quiet radiance that seemed to exist beyond the confines of this world— beyond reason, beyond him.

his hands grip around your waist like you might disappear if he ever dared to let go of you as his ears were dusted a telltale red, to be fair, xiao cannot keep his hands of you, and in his opinion it should always be like this, never too far from each other— forever as he snuggles himself a little closer towards you.

you shift slightly, adjusting your position on his lap as he tenses like a tightly wound wire, his thighs firm beneath you, muscles twitching as if resisting the urge to latch onto you with his soft lips.

you bite back a smile, dipping the tip of the pencil against his lower lash line as his breath shudders, yet this wasn't fear, don't misread xiao for his reaction, it was not from discomfort— just something inside of him reacting almost fragile, tenderly beautiful yet he didn't quite know how to name such emotions.

"hah xiao, you're holding onto me like i might fall," you tease him, brushing your thumb under his eye to soften the colored line.

xiao swallows thickly, his gaze flickering, searching yours as his arms tighten around you, a quiet plea, a contradiction? "i wouldn't let you," he responds quietly, his words alone turning your heart aflame.

it was racing so fast to the point that it might rupture through the shape and flesh of your body. it's almost laughable how dearly you two adored each other— how the conqueror of demons, fierce and untouchable alike, was now just a man beneath your firm hands, coming undone over the slightest trace of your body moving atop.

his warmth seeps through his clothes, one by one, through yours, yes, burning into your skin where his hands grip your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. he needs you, xiao does, and you can feel the faint tremor in his fingers as you press the liner to his other eye, his breath uneven, his body an open book— tense, passionate, but leaning into you like you're the only thing keeping him tethered.

"there," you whisper, pulling back slightly to admire your work.

xiao doesn't let go of you yet, instead he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his shuddering breath warm against your heightened skin, his touch a quiet fire, burning through your flesh and sinking deep into your very bones— although not with pain, but with the kind of warmth that made you realize you have always been cold without him.

"…do the other eye, please," xiao's voice was barely a muse, but you knew what he meant by it,

"stay,"

— zhongli

"I feel like you're enjoying this a little too much," zhongli finds it almost comical on how fast you could determine his mood as you accused him of the obvious— and the next smile he returned towards you felt slow as his hands easily rest at your thighs.

he tilts his head ever so slightly, offering himself up like something meant to be worshipped, when in fact, such was the case considering who he truly was.

"how could i not, love?" he exhales, his voice rich like aged wine dripping down the tip of your tongue— or honey, yes, now we got it, the sweetest of them all— spilling, slow and golden, from the corners of your mouth whenever you kissed him. as if even your lips cannot contain such excess, as if the world itself conspires to make you taste too much, feel too much, drown in the deep pleasure of it.

"my love, perched on my lap, so close, so intent, how could any man resist?"

you roll your eyes at him in order to hide your boiling all the more flustered expression, but the way your fingers tremble just slightly as you drag the liner along his lower lash line ultimately betrays you.

zhongli's amber gaze watches you, unreadable, indulgent as you bite down your lower lip, "hold still," and warn, ignoring the heat curling at the base of your spine.

"as you wish," he responds cheekily.

and yet, his voice descends— lower, smoother, as if sinking into the very marrow of the moment, curling like smoke in the hollows of your ribs, "though i wonder—" zhongli continues confidently, unraveling something unseen, something inevitable.

his hand slides up slowly, fingers curling at the nape of your neck, the touch featherlight, barely there, but you feel it like a brand, searing into your very being, leaving a mark of endless pleasure.

"—is it i who needs to stay still," his thumb brushes over your pulse,

"or you?"

your breath hitches as his lips curl at the edges with a slightly amused demeanor— an expression not quite a smile, not quite anything at all.

oh, he knows.

"i should stab you in the eye."

zhongli chuckles as his grip tightens, his chin slightly tilted, just a fraction, just enough that your noses almost brush, "if you must."

he winks, "though, i’d much prefer if you kissed me instead."

you swear the next line you draw on him will be just a little uneven.

— neuvillette

the storm groaned against the windowpanes, a ceaseless murmur like the whisper of some distant, unnameable grief as beneath you, neuvillette sat in stillness, his breath deep and steady— like an anchor against the restless howl of the wind.

his hands, resting with an almost absent-minded lightness upon your hips, betrayed neither urgency nor hesitation, only a quiet inevitability— the controlled rise and fall of his chest beneath your touch was steady, as if the weight of existence itself laid upon him and yet he bore it without complaint.

"you're very patient with me," you hum at him, your voice barely above the hush of the rain as your fingers find his chin, tilting his face with a careful adoration.

his skin was cool beneath your touch, smooth like polished marble— an artifact of restraint, a monument to something vast and unknowable, "and you're very careful," he replies, his voice low, "i find it… comforting."

you smile at him as your fingers trace slow paths along the delicate sweep of his lashes, the elegant lines of his face as the patience in him was almost sorrowful, an acceptance of longing as though he has lived with it for too long to protest.

then, without warning, he moves— a shift, so fluid and inevitable, and before you could catch your breath and register what was happening, neuvillette's face was buried in the curve of your neck, his lips barely parted against your skin.

an immediate warmth spreads through you, a heat that knots itself into the quiet places between your ribs.

although you freeze, your breath catches on something unnamed, something trembling between desire and disbelief;

"n-neuvillette?"

your voice sounded like a question, yet your body revealed an answer— your fingers curled at the nape of his neck, the press of his lips a silent confession.

his arms come around you at last, gathering you in, as though he has finally allowed himself this.

his nose brushes along your pulse, "mh? what were you saying?" as his arms tighten around your waist just slightly, holding— not trapping, just holding.

"you're supposed to sit still," you chide playfully, but your voice came out softer than you originally meant to.

he exhales, lips ghosting against your throat. "forgive me," he murmurs, "you are warm, i find myself comforted by your presence."

"—and you take such care of me."

©2025 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify

[teaeodora]

PICK YOUR DOMESTIC HUSBAND 🛒

WHICH HUSBAND IS ON THE DOMESTICITY MENU TODAY?

featuring: diluc, alhaitham, zhongli, wriothesley, neuvillette.

synopsis: glimpses into married life with the genshin men.

warnings: implied fem!reader, occasional pet names, ooc (I have a sparse idea how diluc works, mention of "activities" (just mention I can't write smut pls), silly goofy ah loser coded men, mild swearing (damn, heck)

a/n: *stretching my back and crunching my neck.* I'm back from the dead. apologies for the choppy writing. thanks for the support on the other posts, if only I could write 50-page essays thanking everyone. <33 :')) not proofread.

DILUC 🍷

PRODUCT NAME: BREAKFAST AND KISSES IN BED. Diluc always hated the Knights of Favonius… 

He hated how most of them just stand around like buffoons and do not partake in any actual work that involves saving Mondstadt. He wouldn’t admit that he enjoys playing Batman. He hated them all except for one.

One he was willing to forgive all flaws of. "Knight of Favonius…always so inefficient,”  He scoffed at the pathetic sight of the hilichurls trying to dry roast a few knights roped to a wooden stick for their dinner. “Seriously, You’re so right Master Diluc.” Diluc’s head turned so fast at the sound of a new voice. When did you get here? Were you always there and how did he not sense you around?

That’s simply how you always were. A hard worker amidst slackers – he always termed despite Jean trying to explain that others work hard too. Perhaps that’s what caught his attention, honestly, he would never know what did. “G’morning…” He murmured against your skin, head buried in the crook of your neck, your flushed bare back pressed against him. “5 more minutes…” he heard your soft and groggy voice evoking a chuckle from the usually passive man. “Have I ever told you…how beautiful you are?” Diluc muttered against your skin. You smiled and turned around, “You always do. I remember my Dark-Knight Hero crying at the altar.” You pressed a finger against his chest, while he scoffed at the memory. “Don’t remind me about that, Kaeya doesn’t let me live that down…” He sighed, his brother consistently brought up the matter of him crying whenever he was losing an argument. Foul play if you ask anyone. “So…breakfast downstairs or in the bed?” He planted a kiss on your cheek while you hummed out a response, “Bed, you didn’t exactly go easy on me the previous night.” You recalled the events of the passionate night the day before. The honeymoon phase never seemed to end. “I am so sorry–” He panicked,” You're not in pain are you? I promise I’ll be gentle– I knew I should’ve been more considerat–” You stopped him by pressing a kiss against his lips. He groaned at the feeling of your soft lips touching his hands tangling themselves in your hair.

“I’m kidding silly… you should stop taking things so seriously unless you want me to start searching for grey hairs amidst those red locks of yours.” You snickered out seeing him release a breath of relief.

If the Darknight Hero really does exist, he's probably just someone in disguise. When he gets up in the morning to brush his teeth, it's the real him. He was his real him in front of you. People may call him a loser for such vulnerability…he was a loser for you.

ALHAITHAM 🌱

PRODUCT NAME: READING BOOKS OUT LOUD. One would say married to someone like Alhaitham was nothing short of a nightmare. They weren't 100% right. Shrouded beneath the aloof and meticulous personality resided someone who was in complete denial towards being loved. He loves it.

Who was he kidding? Nobody in a million years thought someone could put up with his insufferable personality — said Kaveh, his unpaying tenant. That was until he ran into you during his time as the newly appointed Scribe. You were like a painter, splashing heaps of paint in his 90s black-and-white life. Was eating ice cream always this enjoyable or was it because it was with you? Was the gossip between co-workers always this interesting or was it because it included you?

Why was his heart having an entire Queen’s rock and roll concert talking to you? Was it cardiac arrest or– He almost shuddered at the thought of it being what they called love.

“You’ve got flour on your face, sweetheart.” His teal eyes blinked amusingly into yours, a faint smile curling up his lips. You must have saved a nation in your previous life to land this man as your husband. Beige shirt perfectly sculpting around his abs – contrary to him calling himself “feeble,” hair slightly tousled and slight sleepiness in his eyes. He might not act like it but he was a little child whose needs had to be tended to like the coffee mug in his hands which you made, like usual. You wouldn’t want a cranky Alhaitham now, would you? “Hmpf, not my fault, this cooking book is completely bogus!” You rubbed your cheeks with the back of your hand, wiping away any remaining flour. “This is so boring…if only someone could provide their poor wife with some entertainment.” You always resorted to theatrics to get him to do things for you, albeit begrudgingly. “No, the same tactic is not going to work again.” “Please…” “No…” He groaned, tone almost pleading not to put him through the torture again. “During better or worse!” You resorted to the ace up to your sleeve. WEDDING VOWS! “Stop quoting the wedding vows.” He sighed in defeat. The most intellectually gifted man in the nation couldn't win against his own wife. Ironical. He got up and grabbed a book out of the bookshelf; a small fraction of his much larger library.

“Miss Elizabeth,” Alhaitham lazily flipped through the pages earning a rebuke. “More emotion! You are ruining the scene.” Alhaitham sighed and cleared his throat, “I love you most ardently…” His tone was feathery soft, emotion surging in it. A smile crept up as he stared at you endearingly.

“That’s much better. Though I seriously think Mr Darcy should’ve said– Miss Elizabeth, allow me to kiseth thy lovely lips.” You mimicked the deep voice of the character with the failing British accent. “Please have mercy on Jane Austen’s ghost and let her enjoy the afterlife.” Alhaitham chuckled and continued reading as you continued baking.  It was a shame that a man of such talent only paid attention to the truth itself and not to the people around him. If only the searching eyes of the ordinary say the exception to his indifference, you.

This was your biosphere, just you, him, novels and food encapsulated inside your small home.

ZHONGLI 🪨

PRODUCT NAME: ALWAYS ON HIS MIND. What is the best but the most useless flex you have? Being married to the Geo Archon. The inability to just tell the whole world that you are married to the frigging god was painful. You yourself were surprised by your ability to control yourself. Zhongli was a man of carefully curated words. Instead of words, straight-up poetry flew out of his mouth. Everyone knew how much he adored his wife, every vendor, every acquaintance, heck even Venti. Wangsheng Funeral Parlor's mysterious consultant. Handsome, elegant, and surpassingly learned. Excellent memory. A master of courtesy and rules. The amount of poor women who have tried to grab his attention. "Mr.Zhongli, how does this look?" the woman, who he remembered meeting over a history discussion 17 days ago. "Hm?" his amber eyes shifted to gaze at the hairpiece the lady was holding. "Most exquisite.." He remarked, seemingly going into deep thought. Instead of a compliment, he said something that made the woman back away, "Such beautiful craftsmanship...may I ask you to tell me where you found this? I wish to buy one for my wife–" he paused, seeing the lady vanished after pointing at the shop where she got it from. "Zhongli, you should be able to tell why people approach you..." Hutao sighed, standing beside the rather oblivious gentleman. "Let's just continue...we've got customers to find!" Hutao started walking alongside the railing, hoping to find people in need of funeral services. "Maybe we should go and ask peopl– Zhongli??" Hutao looked around for the Consultant, who was caught up chatting with a shopkeeper over some earrings. "Zhongli!" Hutao called out to him, causing his head to turn towards the director. "Oh, apologies...It seems I got too carried away. These earrings caught my eye...I'm sure [Name} would love them.." he mumbled, staring at the jewellery. "I'll take them." "Mister Zhongli? What about the payment..." The shopkeeper meekly asked, causing Zhongli to turn his head fully at Hutao; gazing expectantly. Hutao should've expected this... "Zhongli, we are out here to find customers! Not buying gifts for [Name], her birthday is months away!" "They say the best things should be done first. After all, why must I wait for one specific day to express my love for my beloved?" Zhongli asked curiously and Hutao shaked her head; love was clearly out of her expertise. Zhongli, he is particular about everything. He only attended the best operas and focused on the perfect ratio for the creation of an authentic dish.  On a typical day, all you will glean from him is a few pieces of useless trivia, because he particularly enjoys sharing these fun tidbits with you. He was particular about you and your likings. A smile on your face was what he wanted by the end of the day. For being someone alive for 6000 years, he could proudly say that he loved and cherished something– someone.

"Wait here, Director Hu...Perhaps I should get those flowers over there to accompany the hairpin and earrings..."

WRIOTHESLEY 🐺

PRODUCT NAME: BATTLE TO BUY A DOG OR NOT.

"Wriothesley, I want a dog!" You crossed your arms, staring down at the Duke who was glued to the chair in his office. “But why? That’s just unnecessary responsibility…” Wriothesley sighed, rubbing his temples. This was the 3rd time this month you’ve brought up this topic. Was he that incompetent in terms of filling his role as your significant other? Perhaps not with the never-ending paperwork. Oh, how he wished people would just stop committing crimes. “I get lonely in the Fortress…I want a child.” You put forth your point by using the term ’ child’. Child, dog same thing. You hoped to finally convince him this time.

“We have Sigewinne.” Wriothesley pointed at the head nurse prepping tea in the room with the back of his pen. “I am sorry, Your Grace but playing the role of the child is out of my job description.” The Melusine replied indifferently, pouring freshly seeped tea into the three cups. “Fine, we will go get one…I’ll schedule a meeting with the owner of the pet shelter. Happy?” He asked you, chin resting on his palm. Perhaps getting a dog was a good idea as he was guilty of being unable to spend quality time with you… “No way…” “Isn’t that..?” “The Duke of the Meropide–” “He rarely appears in public..” Wriothesley held out the door to the shelter for you, hoping you would go in and it would finally save him from the gaze of curious onlookers. The two of you walked in, only to be pounced upon by a big dog. “Kal! You sly dog! I knew I shouldn’t have let you out!” The caretaker yelled at the big ball of black fur who had tackled Wriothesley to the floor and was aggressively licking his face, tail wagging in delight. “Are you okay?” You asked your fallen husband, who just chuckled in response. “I am good just– Okay stop! I understand your gesture of love.” Wriothesley got up as the dog encircled him. “This one is so adorable…” you gasped at the cuteness radiating from the dog and its big brown eyes. “You’ve got a keen eye! This is Kal, Shiloh Shepard, one of the finest dogs out there.” The caretaker combed her fingers through the thick and groomed black coat of the canine. “He seems to have taken a liking to the Duke.” The caretaker continued as the dog ran back to Wriothesley, peppering his face with licks. “He even looks like you.” You teased as Wriothesley stared at you in disbelief. You did not just compare him to a dog…he even did a double take at the dog to confirm. “We will take this one then…” He chuckled in amusement. Never had he imagined marrying you and on top of that getting a four-legged beast. Needless to say, Wriothesley proudly walked out of the shelter, holding the big dog in his hands like a child. It felt complete ever since getting Kal; like your own little family. Wriothesley wouldn’t admit it but he loved the dog, despite it hogging all of your love and attention. He didn’t expect to be fighting over cuddling rights with a dog!? 

He watched you and Kal sleep peacefully on the couch, keeping him company while he finished up his work. He felt a sense of gratitude…people of the Fortress knew little of the crime he once committed. The only one who still remembers it like yesterday is Wriothesley himself. And no matter how much glory or repute he has earned, he still considers himself to be the same old Wriothesley he's always known.Neither a good person nor a complete villain. He's just another soul, still living on in this world. However, your eyes always reassured him in ways he couldn’t describe. Everything was perfect…

[Name]!! YOURDAMN DOG PISSED ON MY COAT!! Maybe not that perfect…whoops.

NEUVILLETTE 🌊

PRODUCT NAME: HELPING THE OTHER DRESS.

Monsieur Neuvillette, The Iudex of Fontaine, always wondered how his life had come to this. 500 years of serving his position as the Beacon of Justice, a lovely, beaming baker somehow broke the monotony. Well, calling you just a baker was now an insult. With your ring finger bejewelled, with one of the rarest gems– an ode to his undying loyalty and representation of his eternal love. “It’s astounding how a covert mission conducted by melusines could’ve landed someone such as myself a lady like her…” He muttered to himself, seeing his full form in the mirror. “Talking to yourself, again?” You leaned against the door frame, lopsidedly smiling at the peculiar antics of Fontaine’s most distinguished man. “Ah, apologies…I didn’t think you would notice me conversing with myself. Now I find myself in a rather awkward predicament.” He chuckled. Dear god, this man was so beautiful that his beauty was almost blinding with the morning sun perfectly hitting his face.

“Say ah,” You requested and he complied. Who better to take constructive criticism from other than your husband? “New filling?” He covered his mouth while chewing on the croissant. “Yup, how is it? I was experimenting with some Rainbow Roses and these Inazuman berries I bought.” You blinked curiously, waiting for some input. “Hmm it is very pleasant, it is fascinating how you manage to maintain the freshness of the fruit…” You smiled at his compliment, before noticing him struggling with the jabot around his neck. “Need help?” You offered and he nodded his head. “This is absurd..it usually isn’t this difficult.” He frustrated replied, it was amusing to see the cool and collected man all worked up about clothing. “I suggest simplifying your outfit.” You attached the jabot and secured it in with the teardrop brooch, fixing the ruffles. 

“Thank you. I do prefer my outfit as it conveys the message I wish for it to convey.” He explained before staring at you. You knew that look, he looked at you with his eyebrows slightly creased when he was hesitating from saying something. “What is it?” “Do I get a goodbye kiss before I leave?” “Pfft! I didn’t think you would take that seriously!” Conclusion: this man was wayyy to cute.

Neuvillette is a solitary person. Neuvillette is not known for his personal desires.

He was deemed as someone with unassailable impartiality. If only they knew that perhaps the Iudex was just a wee bit biased.

a/n 2.0: the crust will come off...hopefully. i wonder if it's possible to guess which one of them is my favourite??

don't steal, copy, plagiarise, or translate.

©definitelysel

[anemoelliacia]

threesome with hard dom wriothesley & soft dom neuvillette

warnings: MINORS DNI, threesome, afab reader (everything mentioned next is female receiving), little bit of degradation, praise, overstimulation, oral, fingering, light choking, crying, dacryphilia (kind of?), clit slapping, clit rubbing, squirting.

you sit wriggling and squirming, your back pressed against wriothesley's chest, and neuvillette's head is between your thighs. it feels like it's been hours, your mind is hazy as the two men having you won't let up. the overstimulation is bordering on too much.

how many orgasms have you had? you can't even string a thought together to try remembering. wriothesley has his arm around your torso, pinning you to his chest as you moan and cry out, "too much, 's to much I can't take much more."

but neuvillette is lapping at your cunt relentlessly, two fingers curling inside of you while his other hand holds your thighs open.

wriothesley lets out a growl at your whines and protests, he wraps a hand around your throat and pulls your head back to lay against his shoulder, "oh is our little whore too sensitive? too bad. you can and you will."

neuvillette let's up for a moment, just to give a bit of praise to counteract wriothesley harsh words. "you're being such a good girl, just one more okay?" he says, before putting his head right back between your thighs, attempting to draw out a fourth orgasm from your overstimulated body. but that's what he always says, he said one more two orgasms ago.

your hands grab onto wriothesley thigh, nails digging into the flesh as you quickly near another orgasm because of neuvillette's ministrations. wriothesley lets go of your throat, and his hands travel down your torso to hold you in place again as you try to squirm away. "stay still." he says harshly, "or we'll make it two more. you wanted this, so behave."

his words draw a whimper from your throat, tears pricking in the corners of your eyes. your hands go to neuvillette's hair, trying to pull him away from your core as your fourth orgasm of the night is impending, drawing closer as he keeps his lips wrapped around your clit, eating you out like a man starved. he groans into your pussy as you pull his hair, but he doesn't budge.

wriothesley chuckles at your tears and your feeble attempts to push neuvillette away, but he doesn't let it fly. "i said, behave." he growls out as he grabs your hands away from neuvillette's hair and pins them against your own chest.

moans and curses fly out of mouth, your legs shaking as neuvillette finally coaxes that fourth orgasm out of you. tears start to leak from your eyes at the intensity, the overstimulation getting to you.

"such a good girl for us, you're taking it so well." he says sweetly, slowing down his movements. however neuvillette doesn't pull away immediately, he works you through your orgasm as you make a mess of the sheets, pressing light kisses to your inner thighs as his fingers stay rubbing slow but purposeful circles on your clit.

your mind it so hazy, you almost don't register when wriothesley replaces neuvillette's hand with his own. at first he is slow, to tease. but it quickly registers to you when you feel his big hand quicken in speed, rubbing harshly against your clit, to rough to be neuvillette touching you. you cry out, and try to squeeze your thighs shut, but neuvillette keeps them open, "ah ah, sweet girl, keep them open. let wriothesley have his turn..."

you lean back against wriothesley's chest, throwing your head back onto his shoulder. "w- wrio please..." you cry out, trying to plead for him to slow down. it's futile to try to squirm away from his merciless touch, his rough hands attempting to draw just one more orgasm from you as he rubs your clit, wanting to see you making a mess all over the sheets again.

and the quick movements of his hand do just that, throwing you into another orgasm before you have even fully recovered from your last one. a lewd whine falls off your lips as you cum for the fifth time that night, your legs trembling as it overtakes you, arousal pooling out of your core, soaking the sheets just for him. he gives one last slap onto your clit, drawing a whimper from you, before pulling his hand away from you.

"n- no more please, can't..." you plead, slumping against wriothesley's chest, trying to catch your breath.

neuvillette gives you a little nod, "such a good girl, taking everything we give you." he says as wriothesley places a kiss on your temple.

▶i wrote this while listening to oxytocin by billie eilish <3

[staryuee]

HOW THEY REACT TO YOUR SILENT TREATMENT.

꒰warnings꒱ not proofread … sigh

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you and your partner are having a “cooling down period”, a time of détente, after a recent argument. how do they deal with the lack of love from you?

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . diluc, eula, wanderer, ayato, gorou, tartaglia, lyney, wriothesley, neuvillette, arlecchino

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . as a psychology student ☝️🤓 i can safely say that the silent treatment is usually frowned upon due to its connotations with emotional abuse, therefore i tried my best to make it apparent that this sort of silence is within the boundaries of the relationship ( ･᷄ὢ･᷅ ) please communicate with your loved ones if you feel a certain way :)

you and your beloved recently had a pretty bad argument. out of respect for both of your feelings you both decided to have a period of détente to allow a gradual recovery of your emotions and logical reasonings.

there was no need to argue, and there was also no need to be hostile or petty; therefore your silent treatment wasn’t a way to maliciously gain control or make your lover come running back to you, it was a way for both of you to regain composure and come back to the topic when prepared.

that did unfortunately, lead to much less affectionate gestures from both of you. of course there was still the casual “i love you” every morning and night accompanied by a simple kiss, but it never went anything beyond that.

while your lover fully knew why this sort of peaceful coexistence was necessary, sometimes it’s sincerely difficult to not just reach out and kiss you breathless.

you’re so close yet so far, it’s unbearable.

R. DILUC — 迪卢克

master diluc has been rather restless lately.

constant muttering to himself, plucking the dried up skin that stuck out from his badly bitten lips, his gloved hands constantly scratching a non existent scratch; honestly, if the fellow residents of dawn winery didn’t know any better they’d think he was possessed and required an immediate exorcist.

adelinde refuses to see her precious baby sink his eyes into ruin purely because he’s out secretly patrolling once he wakes up in the middle of the night to clear his head. you’re always there with him throughout the night: but why does it still feel so empty regardless?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST ?

diluc is no pushover or people pleaser; if you were guilty, then you’re guilty and he’ll wait all the time in the world till you eventually own up and apologise (please let that come sooner or later though otherwise he’ll give into ruin and sip alcohol for a breather). otherwise, if its his fault, or no ones and it was a mere misunderstanding, the silent treatment lasts for a day. not any longer not any less; he doesn’t allow it to.

he’s more than happy to wait forever for you but gods if he ever made a mistake that accidentally led you to elongating this supposed transient silence till the end of time, diluc would much rather swallow his pride and give his all to you. you’re worth more than pettiness, and he’ll prove that to you once you wake up and get greeted with all your favourite luxuries and a bright, relieved smile on his face.

EULA — 优菈

you’re beyond delusion if you think this woman won’t turn this into a healthy-ish competition of sorts.

you wish to avoid her for days on end? she’s already used to the world avoiding her mere gaze, she can withstand the somber feeling of having the one person who’s fully understood her as the complex person she is self-isolating from her for a little while.

never mind, no, she literally can’t. come back to her right now. we have problem right? lets talk about it, isn’t that what you taught her in the first place? what do you mean you need a break and want to clear your head for a while to not hurt her feelings? you think eula of all people cares about something like that?

she’d rather you spit at her than withstand another hour of this mindless nonsense.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

she doesn’t apologise unless she sees whatever caused this perilous argument in the first place truly hurt you and you ended up in tears; otherwise whats the use in pointless words when you can easily hug it out and call it a day?

she lets you apologise under the guise of “if you don’t, my vengeance towards you will be greater than my foes”, but in reality? eula is hardly paying any attention to the words slipping past your lips. all she’s thinking about is how she’ll be able to shake off this uneasy tension that’s somehow been created between you two.

WANDERER — 流浪者

you can’t tell which one of you needed this little breather more, after all, you’d hope scara would allow himself to soften after distancing from you after a while, and scara hoped you’d see reason within your argument and eventually, as always, forgive him.

but forgiveness is a two way straight in the way most people subconsciously ignore; does he and could he ever forgive himself? that image of your teary eyed face, the harsh puffs of breath you heaved to prevent any more molten venom to burn his plastic skin, the slight clenching of your jaw, fuck it hurt.

he couldn’t admit it at the time, but right now after being forcefully peeled away from you for about week and forcing auntie nahida to listen to his venting rambles? he wished he just gave it all up and did something: anything at all. kissed you, hugged you, consoled you, swiped your tears away with his thumbs, fluttered his eyelashes on your cheek gently as he whispered an i love you.

yet all he could do right now was wait.

wait until you hopefully came back, he couldn’t face you. if you abandoned him he’d deal with it. the petals on the floor and the hushed whispers of “they love me, they love me not” are just hallucinations from his worried caregiver, he swears.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

never would he stoop so low as to apologise.

verbally. that is. if he’s aware that he’s in the wrong (believe me that look on your face does wonders for trying to figure out whats on your mind) he’ll begrudgingly come up with some covert way of making it up to you. he doesn’t want to be stuck in this immortalised silence forever; believe me, he likes your talking more than he realises and this little test trial of abandonment was more than enough proof that your existence within his life is essential.

if you’re not there standing by his side, what even is the point in that fraudulent pacemaker of his? your laughter is in the same shape of his heartbeat; if you’re not here, he’s just back to being that dumb little puppet cuddled ashore in the slim darkness of the night.

K. AYATO — 神里绫人

bile builds up in ayato’s throat, eyes threatening to spill hazardous tears on his paperwork. he HATES being away from you. yes, you’ll be back comfortably in his arms with a kiss on your forehead soon…but time isn’t making that “soon” come any quicker and it’s killing him.

‘silence’ is only the act of not speaking, right? so he’s technically allowed to sneak in pastries onto your desk when you’ve gone to take a break — he’s also most certainly allowed to write down his frustrations about not being able to be overly affectionate with you and then pitifully sliding them under your door in hopes you’ll read them and maybe write one back.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

he desperately tries to convince himself that if he works long enough, he’ll forget the hollowing feeling in his heart that’s left in the silhouette of you. he puts down his calligraphy pen with an exasperated sigh, rubbing his temples with rough motions as if to completely rid himself of any lingering thought of you.

that’ll never work, and ayato thinks you two have calmed down enough so therefore he trudged his way into your room, knocking of course, and sat down with you for a lengthy but beneficial conversation.

without a doubt, ayato will be the one to apologise first. whether it’s a conscious decision or not completely depends on how long he’s been away from you; at some point you just fall back into regular routine completely by accident.

GOROU — 五郎

he’s glad you’ve decided to take this sort of approach to your relationship instead of having a painful battle of the wits with him but right now, he’d withstand a thousand hours of scolding than the way his fellow soldiers worryingly clutter around their little general and ask about his well-being purely because those furry ears atop his bundle of bed hair decided to stay drooped down all week.

but he can’t help it! he’s utterly miserable! you didn’t even give him your complimentary “good morning, have fun at work, be safe” kiss before he left the door in the static quiet of your abode. to top this torture off? you haven’t pet him once, and while he’d normally revel in not being treated like an actual lap dog…you’re a huge exception in that rule!

unfortunately, it’s not like he can just outright demand attention from you merely because he’s feeling a bit down on his luck. you asked for peace, he’ll give it to you. he’s a war veteran but treats you like a flower thats sprouted on a ruined patch of sand.

ehem, but please come back to him soon. please?

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

whatever it takes to get your pretty hand to ruffle through his brunette locks he’ll do, he doesn’t care if the apology consists of him kneeling down on pitifully shaking his head near your thigh with his lips puckered into a pout. shame doesn’t exist within your relationship right? he’s more than willing to apologise first regardless of who was to blame.

if the argument was a little more serious however, he’ll sit down you on your couch that holds so many sweet significant memories within your mind, his head resting atop your collarbone and tail sneakily swishing from side to side now that your heartbeat was so clear to him. he’ll hear you out, talk through it, but more importantly, love and appreciate you.

TARTAGLIA — 公子

nuh uh. you think you’re getting silence with someone like him around? unless one or both of you fucked up really bad, tartaglia can’t see the point in silent ignorance; if you want to ignore him to personally calm down? sure, do whatever you want honey, you’re still getting treated like the other piece of his heart that you are.

if you’re genuinely annoyed he can leave you alone…for maybe two hours thirty minutes max. he loves you so much, talk to him, he doesn’t care if you insult him out of anger, lash out at him if you must. so long as you return into his arms so he can sway you around within his tender embrace and pepper your face with kisses, he’ll be more than happy and satisfied.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

him all day — call it the big brother complex with having to always apologise first whenever he got into a slight squabble or disagreement with his siblings when he were younger, or call it pure unadulterated love for you and the refusal to continue with this pointless staring battles whenever you guys were sitting across from each other.

whatever it is, just know he takes your feelings seriously regardless of the teasing grin across his face when you try not to squirm from the way his hand traveled from across your waist to the slither of exposed stomach. he just wants to assure you that his love won’t ever fade even if it becomes so deliberately one sided. he’s yours, after all.

LYNEY — 林尼

he’s used to eerie silence that bellowed icy winds against his ears, used to the tension that forced out his fight or flight response, but currently all he could do was freeze and overthink. how come this silence seemed so much more deafening than usual?

lyney doesn’t want this worse than capital punishment torture to continue without at least the slightest bit of laughter mingled into both of your days; he tries his best to curve your lips to even the slightest twenty degree lift using whatever he could. silly little flower reappearing trick there, a sneaky kiss to the side of your neck here; just any fleeting desperate attempt for some reciprocation on your part.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

lyney’s used to apologising first given his experiences within the house of hearth and the father herself. so imagine his surprise when you both incidentally stammer over one another as you two splutter apologies helplessly. god he’s so happy your relationship is built open gushes of giggles instead of the splats of tears because if it weren’t for that cute little accident? lyney was sure the second you opened your lovely lips to speak he would’ve teared up.

he missed that voice telling him constant i love yous, the affectionate cradling of his face against your neck and the way you wouldn’t hesitate to hold his flushed face within your cooling hands to comfort him after a particularly stress inducing performance.

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

you left the conversation with an “i love you.” so he knows that you’ll come back to him.

however, the last time he blindly trusted the comforting words of a loved one, it ended with blood on his hands and a lengthy sentence at the fortress of meropide. luckily for his heart and your own, he knows your charms and honeyed words aren’t for show and truly mean something.

wriothesley respects your boundaries and wishes to the t, he won’t speak to you like nothing at all happened but that doesn’t mean he won’t be overly cautious when it comes to your behavioural patterns. if he notices this sentence of silence is clearly taking its toll on you, he will, with no hesitation, talk everything out with you.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

depending on the argument, he’ll apologise first. if it’s rather undeniable that you were the one in the wrong however, he’ll explain his feelings thoroughly until you apologise — the standard. he doesn’t want this silence to end till the fortress of meropide overflows with primordial water so once you see multiple guards on your case more than ever, just know he’d like to talk to you.

NEUVILLETTE — 那维莱特

fontaine has been drenched in rain for the past couple of days. every hour, every minute, every second neuvillette spends alone in his office makes him realise just how grand and solemn it is. everything is so mundane and banal…even the cheerful mutters and chatters of the sweet melusines couldn’t bring a smile to his face — much to the dismay of the little sigewinne who even so kindly brought him a cake to cheer him up…

what makes it even worse is that everything reminds him of you…and oh god the muddied clouds have once again been cursed with rain. this unquenchable thirst for your presence cannot be ignored by a mere sip from his intricate cup and being the ever so carefully mindful iudex, neuvillette sees it more than fit to call this hopeless game of silence to quits.

WHO APOLOGISES FIRST?

regardless of who’s in the wrong, neuvillette apologises first. he’s sorry for letting this go so far, he should’ve just trusted his gut and returned to your side even if it meant having to persuade you with his clever tongue or the coiling of his draconic tail around your leg to pull you sweetly closer.

honestly, if he could, he’d make this a punishment in the fortress of meropide for every couple. you committed a petty, technically non offensive crime? well instead of doing some charity work for the city, you’re not allowed by the side of your beloved for a few weeks.

ARLECCHINO — 阿蕾奇诺

a bunny within the jaws of a spring locked beast thinking it can persuade the tides in their favour with silence? arlecchino is amused you’d think such cheap tomfoolery would work to solve through your problems.

“darling, come here,” she taps her lap with her blood-stained nail, her eyes looking up at you greedily to soak up every single jitter of your movements as you alas fall onto your rightful throne, “my dumb bunny,” arlecchino coos at you with that devilishly low hum of her voice. “do you think the phrases ignorance is bliss, distance brings fondness, truly work within our relationship?”

arlecchino painfully grasps at your waist, that grip only loosening once you comfortably situate yourself on her thighs and lace your arms around her neck per routine. “i’d expect this behaviour from my children at the house of hearth, not you, angel.” she nibbles on your earlobe deliberately, forcing your lips to part just the way she likes. that perfect look of both surprise and desire; it’s a gorgeous display of your vulnerability.

“explain to me your problems, or else we can be at this forever.”

no such thing as the silent treatment when the very epitome of a wordless shadow has betrothed you.

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