Plushie or your Lover?
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summary: your giant Leisurely otter plushie has arrived…Neuvillette is not impressed
incl.: established relationship, pet names, crack, fluff, unspecified gender for reader, 5ft tall otter plushie, jealousy jealousy, unspecified time stamp
pairing/s: Neuvillette x gn!reader
warning/s: none
note: got bored and I thought why not?
For as long as you remember, your partner, Neuvillette, has always reminded you of cute little sea otters…er well not that Neuvillette was particularly small; on the contrary he’s tall. And so it was only fitting when you impulsively purchased a sea otter plushie you choose the largest option there is.
Once Neuvillete caught wind of this; he was, unsurprisingly, not pleased with such purchase. It also does not add to the fact that this seemingly absurd plushie is now comfortably tucked in your side of the bed.
“Dear…must you keep that thing beside you even in bed?” The said thing is currently being cuddled by you instead of your very much jealous lover.
With a serious tone you answered, “Why yes and for your information this thing is named Monsieur Vivi; he demands respect and cuddles.”
Neuvillette face palmed, what? It even has a name?! “And I demand your constant attention and cuddles”
As you connected the dots, a sly smirk crawled onto your lips. You pulled the plush closer. “Oh but I have Monsieur Vivi to spoil.”
“Ma chérie, hand it over.” Neuvillette’s eyes narrowed, gaze filled with jealousy as he grabbed the poor otter’s arm. You immediately tighten your hold unwilling to surrender.
“Nooo” You tried your hardest to win this game of tug, but none can win against a very jealous Neuvillette. With one powerful tug, he finally managed to toss it away. “Noooo, Darling dearest whyyyyy!”
You tried to slip out of the duvet, but Neuvillette had a good reflex and grabbed you by your waist, pulling you back to lay down.
You turned to look at him, eyes glazed with unshed tears. “Mon amour…why did you do that to my plushie?”
Neuvillette scoffed, “Why settle for a mere plush when here I am right in front of you?”
You couldn’t help but giggle. So cute~
“If I really must…” You cuddled up to him nuzzling your face onto his neck. “I shall give all my attention and cuddles to you~”
“Good.” He said as he kissed your hair, shifting positions to get more comfortable.
“And yes, Monsieur Vivi is a permanent resident in this household.”
“Darling dearest-”
“No buts”
“I-”
“You cannot sweet talk your way this time, waterboy~”
With his quick thinking, he swiftly pushed you and mustered every bit of cuteness inside him, channelling it into his lavender eyes.
“No!”
word count: 398
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Neuvillette’s oratrice mechanique d’analyse cardinale or however it’s spelled trending worldwide is insane to me. The NFL made a tiktok, fucking tootsie roll made a tiktok. I’m dying. I am going to laugh myself to death. How did my autistic, dragon gilf who nerds out about water profiles become Mr. Worldwide?
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What if that machine priclaiming apparently innocent Childe guilty is actually a test for the God of Justice and her Chief Justice.
Like, you've been relying on the system for so long, now fight it to prove you actually care about justice.
(upd: maybe Neuvilette've been learning from the machine for centuries about what justice is, and now it's the final test for him to determine whether he's ready to pass his final verdict, or whatever that voice from the trailer said he has to do)
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