#neuvilette fluff

[chastiefoul]

mischievous streak | neuvilette

just another day of you pining over neuvilette and poor wriothesley has to hear all about it. (dw neuvilette makes an appearance!!) fluff. crack. this one is so unserious. 0.7k words

“and when he said ‘oratrice mecanique d'analyse’ did you hear it, wrio?” you swooned, another day of fanning over the iudex of fountaine to your best friend,  wriothesley.

“did you?” the duke replied increduosly, as if not really getting the reason why that was the part you’re fawning over. “oh and when he declared ‘guilty’ verdict with such conviction and charisma to that person, i wished that was me.” you went on, the conversation was most definitely one-sided.

“...you wished that you’re in a court and getting a ‘guilty’ verdict?” he blinked, not knowing how to react when the things you’re saying gets more insane as each day passed. “well not really, but i am certainly guilty. guilty for wanting to climb him like a-“

wriothesley cut you off with an exaggerated cough.

“you finish that sentence and i’m sending you to the authorities.” you crossed your arm, “you’re the authorities.” he sighed, “yes and i’m not above putting cuffs on you and throw you to one of the cell.”

you gasped, “you wouldn’t. you’d put me in jail because of love?”

“insanity is what you are, (y/n). seriously, just talk to him.” he picked up his cup of tea wanting to take another sip. “and what do i say, that i’ve been in love with him since forever and that i’d give him a limb in exchange for a date?”

“sure. or, you could say you want to get to know him a little better, and ask him out for some lunch?” he said, his pen not stopping on checking the piling documents on his table. “but that’s like super obvious!” you retorted.

“and saying you’d give him one of your limb isn’t...?” he gave you a side-eye before getting back to his paper. “hmm, fair point.” you tapped your chin with your finger. “but he doesn’t seem like the type who’d just go out with anyone, no? i don’t think i’ve ever seen him with someone,” you claimed, thinking back to all the times you passed him accidentally by remembering his schedules.

“you’re right, but i don’t think that’s by his choice though. i think some people just got really intimidated by the idea of casually hanging out with the iudex of fountaine.” he shrugged. “what?! that’s not fair, even though he’s really kind hearted?”

the man in front of you gave you a mocking smile. “yeah, and you’d know hm? since you hang out with him so much,” he teased. “i don’t like you, you’re attacking me for no reason.” you grumbled. wriothesley just chuckled good naturedly before you continued.

“gosh but seriously, he should have someone by his side, don’t you think? someone’s who’s supportive, who will stand by him no matter what. you know, someone like me? i would treat him so good. i would make him food all day, draw him a bubble bath-“

a cough cut you off, you’d think it’s wriothesley and his unwillingness to hear your sincerity about your feelings towards neuvilette, but when you see that his expression was just as startled, you shut your lips.

both of you turned your heads to the end of the stairs and there he is.

neuvilette.

yes, the very one you’ve been crushing on since forever, oh and did i mention you just said you’d draw him a bubble bath?

the tip of his ears was visibly rosy, as he looked like he tried so hard not to look embarrassed or even phased. “i was let in by the guard, i didn’t realize there is another guest.”

you closed your eyes, counting slowly to three because perhaps it would be able to turn back time, even just a little. wriothesley was just covering his mouth, and you’d bet the other limb you have that he’s currently trying his harderst to hold back a laugh.

this is a situation. a situation you need to diffuse fast with your quick thinking.

you turned to wriothesley. “that’s why i said duke, not only you don’t need to reduce my sentence, please don’t let me out from this jail forever. i would endanger the civilians. thank you for your time duke wriothesley, i am now going to go back to my cell.”

hearing that was just the last straw for your best friend, he laughed out loud. doubling over and all that as he clutched his stomach. after a solid two minutes of him just laughing and you facepalmed yourself, wriothesley gained his composure.

“neuvilette, meet (y/n), the all-over supervisor of the fortress of meropide.”

you glared at him before giving the long-haired man your sweetest smile.

“hello, it’s nice to finally see you down here in the flesh, monsieur neuvilette.” you nodded at him in which he replied with a slight smile. “likewise and please, just call me neuvilette.”

neuvilette gave wriothesley a document as he immediately skimmed through it. “i see, well there’s nothing here that i can give an input on better than (y/n), this is more of their expertise.” your head turned so quick as if you heard a blaring alarm. “then, i would appreciate your insight on this matter if you have the time,” neuvilette said as looked at you and there’s no way you could say no.

“of course! perhaps over lunch? it’s the right time, no?” you bounced back, now feeling excited than nervous. he chuckled at the enthusiasm as he agreed. “yes, you’re right. but perhaps you should know i’m not ready yet for someone to draw me a bubble bath after just one lunch.” he put his fist over his mouth, covering his smile. so turned out the iudex of fountaine has a mischievous streak in his personality after all.

that’s nice. not for your already beyond embarrassed state, though.

“wriothesley, just arrest me right now please.”  

[cas-per-420]

Neuvillette as your sugar daddy

small lil things about neuvillette being your sugar daddy :)

(includes: sex, smut, fluff, mentions of menstruation, mentions of being gagged, bondage, overstimulation, and orgasm denial, sugar daddy and sugar baby dynamic, neuvilette being sweet and a caring sugar daddy and Fem reader)

Neuvillette x Fem!Reader

NSFW and FLUFF below the cut

You didn't know what you were getting yourself into but it's not like you could complain, especially when your sugar daddy loves to spoil you so much. he does do it with an equal price, after all it isn't free. As long as he gets to rut his fat cock into your soaked pussy, he'll give you everything you desire; clothes, new pretty lingerie (that ends up on the floor whenever you try it on with him in the room), designer bags, shoes and much more.

neuvillette is a very busy man but whenever you swing by his home or work he's always got time for his sweet sugar baby, whether it's just talking to him or bending you over the nearest counter and fucking you senseless. 

You sometimes get ashamed of the age gap between you but your sugar daddy is always there to tell you that it doesn't matter, as long as it's consensual it's okay. After talking to you about your worries he'll bring you a cup of tea and some cake to relax you, making sure you're okay because your feelings matter to him so much.

sometimes when he's in a work related meeting his phone will start to go off, the sound he chose signalled that it was you who was messaging him. when he opened the message he saw a picture attached to a text saying something about trying on a new set, he then looked at the picture which was you in a royal blue thong and bra with your legs spread wide and a vibrator shoved deep inside your cunt. he quickly stood up to go to the bathroom and rubbed one out but you knew that you would definitely not be walking for the next day.

you knew better than to be a brat but you loved the punishments it came with, and he does too. you'd be overestimated or denied of an orgasm, you'd be spanked, tied up and even gagged but if it does get too much and you end up using the safe word, he'd be quick to hold you close and apologise over and over again being the big softie he is. You know he'd never hurt you or do anything to make you upset so it's extremely rare to have an argument or for him to make you upset, and if he does you should expect a large bouquet of roses and tons of chocolates at your doorstep.

if its your time of the month do expect him to go full on mama Bird on you. he'd be making sure your taking pain killers if your cramps are bad, making sure your heating pad/hot water bottle is warm, and making sure you eat three meals a day. he does understand when you yell at him for no apparent reason then start to cry, he'd be there to comfort you in every moment, wanting to make you as comfortable as possible and taking your mind off of the cramps and blood. Just because he's your sugar daddy doesn't mean he's not capable of caring and loving for you.

~fin~

( I hope you liked it, ik it's a bit messy, but who cares)

[tflaw]

+ dad!neuvilette. reader is referred to as wife & mama. no warnings, this is just fluff. i had a sudden thought about neuvilette having a son and this is the result >< not proofread!

bubbles of merry little sounds has filtrated neuvilette’s ears. they prick up in response to the owner of the voice with a smile on his face.

“what is it, sweet boy?” he whispers, tone barely owning a decibel, close to the same pointed ears of the little boy in his arms. pressed against neuvilette’s thigh are pairs of feet that have scarcely covered its width, the boy’s arms hook over his right shoulder, hands clawing up. “oh,” breathes neuvilette as he follows his son’s eyes upwards, witnessing an aquabus slowly passing by overhead. “that is what we call aquabus. it’s fontaine’s main transportation system. do you want to ride on it?“ the boy claps his hands, squealing. “alright, shall we ask mama?”

he brings a hand to his son’s back, supporting the little body while securing him in his arms. neuvilette spots you on one of the fruit stalls a few meters away from where they are, examining an apple in your hand.

“monsieur neuvilette?”

pivoting on his heels, neuvilette catches sight of a middle-aged woman standing in anticipation with a basket in her hand. she has a kind smile pasted on her lips and sparkles in her eyes.

“yes, madame?” he politely asks. “how can i be of service?”

“oh, no, monsieur! i apologize for interrupting your alone time with your son, i tried to stop myself but i could not help it,” the woman explains while waving her hands. “what a beautiful little boy. he looks exactly like you, monsieur!”

the little boy pushes his cheek to his father’s own while hugging his neck. tendrils of hair brush against neuvilette’s skin, tickling the side of his face. it’s as though he’s wondering how to decipher the syllables uttered by the woman before him.

it has long been considered by many that his son stands as the glaring copy of neuvilette: from the sharp eyes touched with magenta and blues, to the pearlescent hair that has started to show strikes of aquamarine.

“how old is he, monsieur?” pitches another bystander.

“he is ten months old.”

“has he started walking, monsieur?”

“we are slowly working on that, aren’t we, sweet boy?” neuvilette turns to his son, who puffed his cheeks as if in determination.

“what’s the first word he said? is he talking already?”

“well, he can mumble a couple incoherent words. he is a determined student—” neuvilette has been cut short by his son’s another round of clapping.

the little boy leans his head to the side, facing the bystanders gathered around him and his father. “m… mama! p… p… papa!” he beams before hugging neuvilette again, as though proud of his showing off. “m… mama! papa!” repeats the boy with a jovial lilt.

all around them, laughters from the onlookers fill the air with vivacity. their faces morph in unfiltered euphoria; either clutching their chest for the adorable boy before them or clapping their hands together with him.

neuvilette watches with wonderment, his heart overflowing in bliss. albeit possessing a mastery of his countenance, a wide smile creeps up to shape the edges of his lips.

this little boy, the sweetest of all, is yours and his forever. flesh and blood, yours.

“i hate to sever this merriment, but i’m afraid we must join my wife now,” neuvilette excuses, his eyes and that of the bystanders wandering in your direction.

you raise your hand for a slight wave, still unused to the attention that comes with being the chief justice’s wife.

“what’s with all the ruckus?” your curiosity shows through raised brows.

neuvilette softly bounces the boy in his arms. “blame this little one for showing off his communication skills. he is marvelous at it. aren’t you, my boy?”

“m… mama! papa!” chirps the boy once more, giggling at his own achievement.

[demigoddessqueens]

SOFT HEADCANONS

A/n, info just some general softness for the otter judge

Is very fond of inner wrist, palm, hand kisses

Also sneaks some cheek kisses too if he can

cuddles are a lost art to him but he can’t get enough of them once your arms are around him

Jewelry, gifts as a love language!

can get easily distracted when it comes to you and has been caught doodling along the margins of the papers on his desk

Did I forget to mention neck kisses??

cute nicknames like “sweetheart, sweetie, (my) love, darling, etc”

Braiding your hair, or having you braid his hair, calms him done from the stress

[doumadono]

CONGRATULATIONS !!! Could I please get a cup of vanilla ice cream with maple syrup, preferably for Neuvilette or Wrio or Itto? (I'll take whatever you're offering, your writing is flawless!)

A/N: thank you, dear Nonnie! You're so sweet! Since you didn't specify the plot, I decided to create a few short sweet scenes with the boys

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Wriothesley

Wriothesley found himself at a loss for words one dreary afternoon as he sat in his study, surrounded by stacks of parchment and ink-stained quills. Lost in thought, he was startled by the soft sound of your footsteps approaching.

"Wrio, darling, are you alright?" you asked, your voice filled with concern as you gently placed a hand on his shoulder.

The man sighed, his gaze meeting yours with a hint of vulnerability. "I fear I won't finish signing all these documents today, my dear. Try as I might, I cannot seem to finish this task that our beloved Neuvilette bestowed upon me."

Your eyes softened with understanding as you took a seat on his comfortable lap, your presence a comforting balm to his troubled soul. "Perhaps you simply need a gentle nudge in the right direction," you suggested with a tender smile. "If I were in your shoes, I'd suggest beginning with the lengthiest documents you have to sift through."

And so, with your encouragement, Wriothesely found himself immersed in a flurry of his stint, his quill dancing across the parchment. As the signatures flowed effortlessly from his pen, Wriothesley realized that his greatest muse that always helped him stayed focused had been by his side all along. As you settled into the comfortable embrace of his lap, his spare hand tenderly tracing the curve of your waist, he found himself consumed by thoughts of his deep affection for you. It wasn't merely your physical beauty that captivated him, but also the profound wisdom that emanated from your mind, weaving an irresistible charm that bound him to you completely.

Itto

Arataki found himself in an unexpected predicament one sunny afternoon. Amidst the chaos of his usual training routine, he stumbled upon a delicate sakura tree in full bloom. Entranced by its beauty, he couldn't help but admire it, his rough hands reaching out to caress the soft petals.

"Hey, Itto! What are you doing over there?" you called out, a spirited warrior with a heart of gold.

Itto turned, a bashful grin spreading across his rugged features. "Ah, just admiring this sakura tree. Reminds me of you, y'know? Beautiful and strong."

Your eyes sparkled with amusement as you approached, wrapping your arms around his broad frame. "You big softie," you teased, planting a kiss on his cheek. "Come on, let's enjoy the blossoms together."

And so, amidst the fluttering petals and gentle breeze, Itto and you spent the afternoon basking in each other's company, your laughter echoing through the tranquil grove.

Neuvilette

The Iudex, the suave and sophisticated man, found himself in a rather peculiar situation one evening as he strolled through the lush gardens of his estate. As he rounded a corner, he nearly collided with you, his girlfriend, a radiant beauty with a mischievous twinkle in your eyes.

"Ah, there you are, my dear," Neuvilette said with a charming smile. "I've been looking for you."

You giggled, a playful glint in your gaze. "I was hoping to steal a moment alone with you, away from the prying eyes of society."

Neuvilette's heart skipped a beat as he took your delicate hand in his own. "My dear, you need only ask, and I would gladly whisk you away to the ends of the earth."

With a soft laugh, you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. "Then how about we start with a romantic stroll under the moonlit sky?"

And so, hand in hand, Neuvilette and you wandered through the gardens, your laughter mingling with the gentle rustle of leaves as you savored the magic of the night.

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Hi, I saw that you have open requests. could you write a story about Neuvilette and his partner where Neuvilette learns that the traveler told his partner that he is a dragon. but the reader had something to do, so she would leave Fontaine for a few days. on the other hand, Neuvilette would think that this is why she does not want to see him, because she has been hiding from him until now, and of course because of this there would be a hell of a storm in Fontain. i like angst but with a happy ending. Thank you I love you. 🥺👉👈

LONELINESS. neuvilette angst to fluff oneshot. female reader. <3 SPOILERS FOR THE 4.1 ARCHON QUEST. DO PROCEED WITH CAUTION.

requests are: open! please look at the pinned post for characters i will write for. <3 let me know if you’d like to be in my tag list for whenever i post anything related to neuvilette under this post as well, or in my inbox!

OH MY GOD THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING NEUVILETTE, I LITERALLY LOVE THIS MAN AND I HOPE THAT YOU LIKE THIS!! <3

“he’s a dragon.” were most certainly not the first words you’d expected the traveler to utter when you two met after they had come back from the fortress of meropide. you had stared at them, baffled, asked them to repeat what they had told you despite not even hearing yourself speak. and they did.

“he’s a dragon.” and that’s when it clicked. your partner, the iudex of fontaine, was the hydro dragon. how had you not realized this sooner? you had caught little bits of his grief even when he never explicitly stated it, and when you did it just so happened to rain. but you didn’t want to believe it at first.

“you’re lying.” you didn’t even hear yourself contradicting them, the words just sputtered out absently, as if you had no idea what you were doing. which you didn’t.

“i’m sorry,” the traveler just shook their head, knowing they couldn’t exactly get you to see through your own fantasies of not recognizing the truth. they knew you’d come to your senses soon, but you needed to be left alone.

and left alone you had been. they had walked away, leaving you to stare after them, attempting to collect your thoughts.

your partner was the hydro dragon. it was such an unfathomable thought, but the more you thought about it, the more likely it was. and yet, time was cruel.

you could not ask him about it now, no. you had a mission outside of fontaine, and you knew you’d be gone for a few days. you had been planing to tell neuvilette this, but you had never gotten a chance. today was your last day in fontaine, and you would leave in two hours.

you knew that he would not be back in less than two hours. despite that, you waited until the very last moment for him to come home, for you to be able to tell him what you knew.

but you simply wouldn’t, or rather, couldn’t. when the time came, you simply took your bag, walked off, and didn’t look back.

neuvilette had thought differently. he had chosen to take a few days off of work after the traveler had told him they had accidentally let it slip to his partner that he was the hydro dragon. ever since then, he hadn’t even seen her. grief-stricken and thinking that she hated him with her entire being for hiding such a big secret, it was constantly raining in fontaine. people were no longer walking the streets, and fontaine was neatly flooded in itself.

the traveler had tried to calm him down, but it had been no use. he actually started crying. not just the feeling of grief, but actually tears rolled down his cheeks. hence why, he stayed in his office all day, allowing little to nobody in except for the traveler and a few select melusines.

“she hates me,” he murmured to himself, the thought having been running through his head for many days now. ever since she left, that’s all that has been on the poor iudex’s mind. “she hates me.” he repeated, finding that it may just end up being the truth, no matter how much he didn’t want to believe it.

until you had walked into his office, startled to see that his face was tear-stained. you quickly walked over to him, but he hadn’t even registered that you had walked in yet.

“neuvilette?” you whispered his name, standing right beside him. this shocked him out of his thoughts, and he turned to you.

“y/n.” he spoke your name, trying to clear his throat. “where.. did you go?” he sounded so quiet, so hurt.

“i’m sorry. i had to do something outside of fontaine, love. but i’m back now.” you told him softly.

love. that nickname instantly brightened his mood, before it dampened again. you don’t hate me, right? because.. because i’m.. the hydro dragon.” the last two words you could barely hear, but you understood.

“so that’s why it’s been raining so much. is that what you thought? oh, neuvilette.. i could never hate you.” you kissed his cheek, and he pulled you close, hiding his face in your shoulder.

“thank you. for not hating me. i love you so much.” he murmured. “so, so much.”

[rqnvindr]

fountain of tears

pairing: neuvilette x fem!reader

genre: angst, fluff/comfort

word count: 1.8k

synopsis: neuvilette finds you standing by the fountain, alone the rain after an argument. his hidden turmoil can only be solved by hearing your voice again, tender, and unfiltered.

warnings: archon quest spoilers, arguments

a/n: I HAVEN'T POSTED ANY WRITING IN AGES BUT I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR MY OTTER HUBBY! enjoy!!

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"this is pointless. i'm out."

your words wound neuvilette, the pain shooting deep into his bones. they ring over and over again in his conscious, louder than any vibration that had ever emanated from his cane to resume order during a trial. he sits in his office trying to work, but his thoughts don't subside, not one bit.

he ponders, staring at the stacks of papers in front of him, documents regarding cases that needed to be reviewed in due time. but not today. the amount of time he had in between today's working hours and the next trial reassured him that he could hyper-fixate on the last thing you said to him before storming out the door.

it's strange that he isn't worried for your safety as much as he is over the feelings rooted in your actions. the chief justice knows that humans are more fragile than those who have lived for eons. those who have experienced centuries of change were capable of adapting to different and unexpected circumstances through changing forms, and bestowing ancient powers of the past that contained the wisdoms and strength needed to guide them. he should be more concerned for where you could've possibly have gone within the last day. but he knows that you are also acquainted with a certain traveler that had recently arrived in fontaine and caused an uproar with the hydro archon in court already, everyone was. there's no way they could've left now, taking you with them on their travels. they still had unanswered questions left for lady furina. it is still a possibility though that you're at least staying with them, since you two were in good graces.

you weren't from fontaine though, and the image of you packing your bags and going home by yourself made him shiver. you did say you were heading "out" after all. he had to consider all of the possibilities.

neuvilette was new to human relationships. how long did it take for humans to draw the line? it varies for everyone, since they are given the freedom to dictate their personal connections to others to a certain degree. but how much was too much for you? when it came to you, he not only wanted to understand humans more, but also just you. he wanted to delve into all of your laughter, all of your worries, all of the sighs that escaped your pretty lips. to grasp it and memorize it all, was his greatest desire.

without you, he would basically lose his purpose for inserting himself into the realm of mortality. you already got him this far, and on top of that, he concluded that you were causing him to feel foreign emotions from removing yourself from his sight. even if it hurt, this was a test included in his journey that he had to endure.

but neuvilette does not want to face the predicament without a resolution. instead of wallowing, he decides to leave his office. he was already working overtime anyway, hoping to just drown in reading the same pages over and over again to keep himself grounded. was he always this sensitive? in his mind, he imagined the beings of the past looking down on him.

it's pouring rain when neuvilette steps outside. ah right. he doesn't need another reminder that his sorrows inconvenience the ordinary citizens of fontaine, who are just trying to make it to work on time, rush their loved ones to the doctor, and just go about their lives without the weather impeding on them. people barely carry umbrellas though, they're all accustomed to this and it's too unpredictable (at least for them it is).

he decides to start backwards, far away from the court of fontaine. he heads to the opera house first, and he finds you on the first try. how could he ever mistake you for someone else? you're the only person he has eyes for. especially when you're standing by the fountain of lucine, and carrying a distinct umbrella in a small crowd of people, most of whom appear to be flocked around the opera house's entrance, probably catching magic shows and other performances.

neuvilette is uneasy when he notices how close you're standing to the fountain. you're inevitably drawn to the grand structure that welcomes audiences from within the borders of the land and beyond to the renowned location. the spectacle that delivers the arts and the law all the same. but beneath its beauty lies danger that erases those who get too close. many fontainians had lost their lives from seeking the wonders of what lay beneath the waters that decorate and surround the hydro region itself. by wanting to delve deeper into it, they subsequently drowned, their lifeforce dissipating into the shackles of the streams. both the knowns and the unknowns of the primordial sea were sufficient reasons to express caution towards the lands waters, even if one was not a native who was subject to becoming one with their origins.

if you were to become the next victim, the rain would proceed to crash down and become one with the fountain in a continuous flow of precipitation. and then fontaine would be known as "the land of storms" rather than "the land of justice".

as he approaches the fountain, neuvilette's desire to pull you away and drag you back to him with no hesitation stirs. yet, it immediately dissipates when you turn your head, and give him what he guesses is a contemplative look. the white-haired man chooses his words carefully. giving you a lecture about the rumored dangers of the fountain's ability to dissolve human beings would only alarm you. he should use the rain as an excuse to find somewhere safer, if you still weren't ready to return to your shared residence.

"it-"

"i know. you're going to ask why i'm standing out here as if it isn't pouring rain." neuvilette barely gets a syllable out before you take the words right out of his mouth. you guys always had a habit of finishing each other's sentences, and even in a moment as anxiety-inducing as trying to make amends when you were mad at him, his heart melts. goodness, why did you have to be so lovely?

"if i were to let the rain impede everything, i guess i'd be a shut-in." you shrug. "it's been raining non-stop for the past couple of days. and no one seems to question it, so i just go along with it as if it's completely normal for it to be bright and sunny one day, and then cloudy and rainy the next day."

when you finish your thoughts, neuvilette still waits for you to continue. he was somewhat relieved that you were able to talk to him normally, but knew that there had to be more you had to say. were you going to officially end things between you two? say that you needed more time to think about the state of your relationship? he wasn't going to talk you out of anything, or start a debate. he respected your decision no matter what, even if it were to sting, he had to hear it. and the conversation had to go somewhere if he also wanted to deliver his side as well.

"i have heard some of the locals say though, that whenever it rains in fontaine, it is because the hydro dragon is crying." you say, as you gaze up at the sky. "i don't know if you have ever heard of it, but if such a tale were to be true, then i wonder what he could be going through for it to be pouring rain every other day."

neuvilette hopes he hid how quickly he blinked. normally he was good at hiding his reactions to hearing this "legend". although he never wanted to hide anything from you, the truth behind the mysterious precipitation was something he hadn't had the best opportunity to tell you about.

"yes, this is an old legend indeed. i often hear parents and caretakers telling this to children, whenever it's too wet to play outside." this was as much as the chief justice could water it down. he really did not want to lie before approaching a sensitive topic.

"as much as i would love to continue hearing the knowledge you have extracted from your time here, i have come here with another objective." neuvilette says. "i wanted to apologize for upsetting you. i have also been worried about you for the past few days. you do not have to disclose your whereabouts from the period in which we were apart, but i am happy that you're safe."

"it's alright, really." you reply calmly. "i was also in the wrong for storming out like that and not communicating with you. i was pretty upset, yeah, but i should've just told you that. i'm sorry for being immature and leaving you in the dark."

neuvilette notices tears streaming down your eyes. as your head tilts downward, they drop to the ground and blend in with the rain droplets. instead of offering you his handkerchief, he gently caresses both sides of your face with his gloved hands. you lean into his touch more, until you're wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace, letting your umbrella drop to the ground. he reciprocates, stiffly at first, but then holds you with no intentions of letting you go.

you're no longer choking back sobs, and then the sky clears up as the rain comes to a stop. you pull away from the hug to observe the sky, staying connected with your hands intertwined this time.

"wow...the hydro dragon must have been distraught watching us as if we were his new favorite play or something." you laugh.

neuvilette chuckles, knowing that you would of course find the occurrence to be a mere coincidence. "it seems that he must be quite fond of you, my dear."

"well, i'm already taken so i guess he will have to stick to me being his favorite character." you shrug obliviously with a smile.

as your lover, neuvilette has adjusted to being more vulnerable with you. you had seen the good and the bad sides of him, the latter especially during the latest argument that the two of you had now cleared up. and even then, you still let him back in. he doesn't have to worry about baring his entire soul to you now, and will slowly navigate you through his past and identity as the hydro dragon, who entered human society as the iudex. the vulnerable figure whose emotions affect the weather, and struggles to connect with others. you're the one worthy of knowing the truth though, and he makes a promise to himself to never hide anything from you from here on out.

[written-with-blue-ink]

Lost in the Rain

You and your lover, Chief Iudex Neuvillette, are on your way to dinner but, along the way, you find a lost child...

Neuvillette X Reader, Fluff (sorry ive been gone so long, school, work, life, etc. still haven't played 4.1 yet)

The day was going by like most others. Neuvillette was just finishing packing his paperwork as you sat on the couch by the window, sunshine shining on your face as faint fluffy clouds brew over your head. As he closes the latches of the suitcase, his eyes meet yours and melt at your gaze. “Are you ready to go, my love,” he softly inquired.

“Mmhmm,” you hum, taking his case in your left hand so you could hold his hand with your right. Giving him a peck on the lips, you two head out the door and down the hall. As the large doors open to the city of Fontaine, you say, “We’re still pretty early for our dinner reservations.”

“Well,” your lover said, his cane moving as he took a step, “being very early is better than being a little-” Your partner was cut off in both word and stride, hand pulling you back. Turning your eyes to look at the Chief Justice you see a small boy, probably no older than eight, hands clenched on Neuvillette’s pant leg as he sobs. 

The clouds in the sky slowly turned gray as he leaned down. Picking up the boy, he saw his hazel eyes between the tears. “What’s wrong, little one,” he asked, gesturing you to move towards a nearby bench as he tried walking while carrying the boy.

“I- I can’t find my maman,” he wailed, rubbing his eyes on his shirt sleeve and sniffling back tears. “She told me if I-I get lost I should t-try to find someone twustworthy. Can…can y-you help me, Mon-sear New-vile-ette?”

With every word coming out of the boy’s mouth, the sky turned darker and the smell of petrichor hit your nose until the boy finished between the tears when the droplets of water finally fell from the sky and hit the ground. The soft droplets of rain fell into your hair as you walked over.

Neuvillette placed the boy on his lap and rubbed circles into the child’s back, looking to you for guidance but you could only shrug, leaning on his shoulder as a reassurance as you two kept an eye out for a frantic mother. 

The boy’s tears slowly fell as his attention turned to the sky, quivering eyes staring at the clouds as he pondered, “Why is it raining?”

Neuvillette thought for a second, lips pursed as he chose his next words carefully. “I think the Hydro Dragon is worried for you.”

“Yeah,” you add, softly smiling as you wipe a tear off the boy's cheek, “the same way we are, he’s a sensitive soul in that way.”

Neuvillete’s eyes met yours, softening at your words and the grimace on his face melted into a smile.

The boy’s eyes furrowed, and he bit his lip as he held back a sob. “Are you sure?”

“Certainly,” Neuvillette assured, moving his hand from the boy’s back to the boy’s shoulder reassuringly. 

Shifting his gaze to the sky, drops of rain hit his face and his hair. “HYDRO DRAGON, HYDRO DRAGON, DON’T CRY,” he shouted at the clouds, “WE WILL BE OKAY, DON’T BE SCARED.”

A small smile grew on Neuvillette’s lips, eyes sparkling with emotion as the clouds seemed to let up, becoming a small sprinkle instead. The sunlight passed through the clouds in beams, hitting your skin and bringing warmth to the Fontainian air. 

It took another ten or so minutes before you saw a woman with a Melusime Officer walking alongside her. As soon as her eyes caught sight of the boy, her pace quickened, a smile on her face as she shouted, “Liam!”

“Maman,” he shouted back, ripping himself from Neuvillette’s arms and running towards the woman. The rain seemed to dissipate as the boy hopped in his mother’s arms, giggling as she peppered his face with kisses. “I did what you told me to, maman! I found someone twustworthy to help!”

Her eyes looked up from her son, full of tears as she held the boy close. “Thank you for keeping an eye on my Liam, Chief Iudex. Mx. (Y/N).”

“It’s no problem, mademoiselle,” the white haired man smiled, standing up causing you to follow suit. 

The woman nods as she walks away with the boy in her arms, a grin plastered on his face as he waved, “Thank you Mon-sear New-vile-ette and Mx. (Y/N)! Bye bye!”

Your partner’s eyes watched the two of them walk off but yours drifted to him, heart pounding in your chest as you bit your tongue. When his gaze shifted to you, his eyes widened as his hand moved to your cheek. “My dear... is something wrong,” he asks as he wipes away a tear you didn’t realize was there. 

“No, my love,” placing a hand over his. Leaning up, you peck his lips gently, “happy tears. I hope we can have a little one like that one day.”

His pale skin flushed pink at your words and actions. “I would love that as well,” he whispers so only you can hear. Shifting his hand so he can delicately take yours, he kisses your knuckles and a smile appears on his lips, “But now, let’s get to our dinner reservation...”

[wolfiesmoon]

The aquamarine umbrella

duke!neuvillette x dutchess!reader

i have been consuming too much manhwa and too much neuvillette brainrot so this farted out my brain in approximately 4 hours (i know)

also it just so happens to be my first time whipping out my poetic writing side so that means it was written in my native language and then translated into eng because english vocab is scary ( T﹏T )

also you won't guess.... genshin debut!!! 😘😘😘😘😘

What happens when fate doesn't favour you? When you have to leave the place you once called home because of things beyond your authority?

You are sent to an unknown land in a decorated carriage and into the arms not of a Lord mysterious to all. Well, he is not a complete stranger to you, but the name 'Neuvillette' is not quite a sufficient description of his personality.

The closer you get to his estate, the more you realise your helplessness. As the daughter of an unfavoured duke in your country, you have been chosen for this unfortunate marriage. When father called you into his office, you did not expect his grim face. Or the news that you were to recieve on that fateful day.

So, fate decided to marry you to the heartless dragon of the waters, Neuvillette. Neuvillette is a bit... mysterious among the upper class. You only hear horrible but unconfirmed stories about him. But if there are so many, there's a good chance that at least one of them is true. He didn't even show up at the wedding ceremony, so you can only imagine his appearance.

Neither fierce anger nor the shedding of tears has solved your situation. It's not fair that you can just be sold around like property if you're a woman. But you also know that the King would have you executed if you opposed him. Maybe that would even be better.

You can just clutch the big, heavy bracelet around your neck, made of beautiful sparkling diamonds, and hope that the sky above you is full of stars for a few more years. That you will feel the satin covers under you when you wake up, that you will see the sunset every night.

These little things that you used to take for granted now threaten you with an eternal goodbye.

You should smile right now. Smile and look out of the beautifully decorated window of your carriage and wave at the people of his estate who wave back cheerfully in your direction.

His people do not look miserable. The houses are beautifully built and the smiles on the children's faces bring tears of happiness to your eyes. At least that can comfort you.

There are also small creatures waving at you which remind you of deer. You have never seen anything like them before in your life. You have only seen dead deer after a successful hunting trip from brother. You have always felt a little sorry for them.

They were probably happy in nature, surrounded by clear water, lush trees and the soothing chirping of birds. And in one moment, it all ends.

Perhaps now you understand how a deer feels.

Before you can think too much about the deer-like girls, the coachman is holding out his hand for you to get out of the carriage.

Fate has brought you in front of his castle. From inside, you can hear the soothing sound of water. How familiar.

With every step, the click of your heels can be heard echoing through the great hall. The maids bow to you, standing in a row. The interior of the castle is beautiful. You feel as if you are a small pebble in a bubbling brook, and everything around you sparkles.

Suddenly you hear your own name echoing around the hall. You look up and see him for the first time.

And oh, what a sight he is.

Eyes that sparkle like polished lapis lazuli jewels. Long white hair that looks like pristine silk. A hardened, blank face that holds no forgiveness. Is this what a dragon is supposed to look like?

You bow to him quickly. If you really don't want to become like a deer, it's better to be polite and obedient. Obedience is something that is implanted in you as a young duchess. It is all you've ever known. Quite unfortunate, is it not?

"Welcome to my estate. You probably know me already, but I politely ask you to refer to me by my surname. Since exactly one month ago, we are husband and wife by law. I hope you had a safe journey here." He greeted you formally. You also realised that he called you by your father's surname. Since you are his wife, you are now a Neuvillette. How odd.

It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself and answer him. "It is nice to be here."

The answer is quite modest, just as is expected from someone like you.

"Please take her to her room. I can't assure you that I'll always be here if concerns arise, but if you have any at all, you may consult me about it. I hope you sleep soundly tonight."

And so he disappeared down the beautiful blue corridor, leaving you with only the maids who, at his command, showed you the way to your chambers.

Your bed chamber is also a beautiful blue colour. He seems to have a liking for the color blue.

The sky is already turning red, dusk is approaching and with it your first night in your new home. Tonight you can see the sunset. The maids leave you alone, and you immediately lean against the window. Even though you can't see them yet, you are already asking the stars to forgive you. That you will never take anything for granted, as long as they shine. Then everything will be all right.

.

"How do you feel? I hope the food is to your tastes." Your husband suddenly speaks. He is sitting across the large dining table, but dishes are only placed on your side.

"Everything is fine." You hesitate for a few seconds, wondering if you should bring up your concern. "...B-But, why aren't you eating anything?" you quickly grab a decorated glass and take a big sip of water to fill the awkwardness.

"Human food mostly doesn't interest me, unless it has a large percentage of water. Simple water is more suited to my tastes." His answer is simple, but it doesn't surprise you. He is the hydro dragon, after all. Although you keep forgetting that, because he looks about the same as a human.

"Ah, so... Can.... can you tell me a little about yourself?" you hope you don't sound traitorous or as if you suspect him. So far he's been nothing but polite to you. But what do you know... it's always good to be sure.

"You look like you're guilty of something. I know that look well."

Before you have time to answer, he's already talking. Thank God.

"I don't know what exactly about me you're interested in. But I assume you already know some things about me. For purely impersonal reasons, I can already tell you that in all probability we will never know each other well." These words glue your eyes to his. You don't know exactly what it is, but there is an emotion behind them that is unknown to you. One that makes your chest feel tight.

"I am my land's ludex, not just its ruler. The chief of justice, if you will. I create and oversee laws and hold trials for the accused. I do not doubt you, believe me. But it is best if we keep a distance in between us. Impartiality is the primary virtue of a judge." He explained, eyes closed.

You don't know exactly why, but his words make your heart ache. You don't even know him, and he hasn't cruelly rejected you, but as a little girl you always read fairy tales about love, where a boy and a girl love each other for all eternity. No, since when are you so selfish?! Be happy that he doesn't beat you.

A sad reality many noblewomen in arranged marriages face.

"Ah, I see."

The rest of breakfast was spent in a kind of suffocating silence. You didn't know where to look. Perhaps this accident is suited to you, because nothing comes from nothing.

.

"It's raining today." The maid gently reminds you as she puts a necklace around your neck. You've never been particularly happy about rainy days, especially because of mother. She always made you wear brightly coloured dresses and would get yell at you late into the evening if you came inside with mud on the bottom of your dress.

And she didn't like it if you got wet, either. To you, rain is an inconvenience that occurs every now and then. Since you came here, you rarely get to see your husband. But his beautiful long hair reminds you of the white silk covers on your bed, and his blue eyes remind you of the diamond in your ring. That much hasn't changed.

You have a tradition of walking through the town every day and greeting people. Your parents made you stop doing this when you were a little girl, because "it is outrageous for the duchy to talk to the townspeople and peasants."

But now that you are Lady Neuvillette, that is no longer the case. You haven't had a chance to ask Neuvillette if you have permission to do so, but so far he hasn't said anything, so you think he doesn't mind.

You are very glad that he is a good man.

You have also made friends with the deer-like creatures, or rather the Melusines. You met one while on a walk and she seemed delighted to see you. After a while, the Melusines showed you their artwork and their cuisine. You thought it was strange, but you were happy to see your new friend's culture nonetheless.

Sometimes they tell you that they notice you immediately when you go out for a walk.

And today is no different. Even if it's a rainy day, the walk has become important for you, for the Melusines and for the people of his estate. The children who sometimes bring you freshly picked flowers make your heart swell.

The maids hand you an aquamarine umbrella, decorated with lace, in your hands at the entrance. It will do nicely.

You wave to the local children on your walk, say hello to the Melusines you meet on the way, and decide to visit a small waterfall in the area before returning. It's not the sunniest of days, but it's still a day to experience. And long ago, you promised the stars that you would look forward to every day.

But you notice something interesting by the waterfall. The closer and closer you get, the clearer this thing becomes. It's not a thing, it's your husband!

He's standing in the rain without an umbrella with a peaceful expression on his face. It is as if he is relieved of all pain. You are tempted to go to him and at the same time you want to leave him alone. You stand in the rain for a few seconds, but finally hear your heart calling you to him.

He notices you and greets you calmly. You stand next to him and watch the water bounce down the little river that flows under the waterfall.

"I'm sorry I don't come to see you as much as I would like. As my wife, you are my responsibility." As soon as he says it, you start defending him. You know how busy leading a fief can leave you. You've already got used to your new life, so there's really no need for him to worry.

"The Melusines tell me a lot about you."

"Really?!" You knew that the Melusines liked Neuvillette, but you didn't know that they also shared things about you to him.

"Really. Thank you for being so kind to them. Melusines are... important to me." His smile made you a little jealous. It's nothing, he knows Melusines better than you anyways. And the agreement still stands.

"You really like the rain, don't you?" you commented, looking at his peaceful face once again.

"Yes, really. The rain is beautiful." His eyes meet yours, and behind them there is undoubtedly a gleam of joy. And it stirs something new in you. You are not a deer. At least not here.

You don't know why, but suddenly you're holding his hand instead of your aquamarine umbrella and you're getting soaked by the rain.

He looks at you with surprise on his face, as if he never expected this to happen.

"Does it bother you?" you ask him, worried he doesn't like it.

"Not really. Feel free to hold my hand whenever you wish. You are my wife."

A comfortable silence fills the air, with only the sounds of the waterfall and the rain to accompany your thoughts.

What's a young lady to do with her heart if fate decides that she should fall in love with her distant husband?

[calx-bdo]

“THERE WILL COME SOFT RAIN.”

` neuvilette x g/n reader

` 4.2 archon quest SPOILERS

` warnings : none

` 549 words (iirc)

to return to a sobbing, shaking figure was not on your to-do list today.

it was a long day, reports after reports and piles of paperwork filled every inch of your desk. working at the palais mermonia, overtime was practically part of your job anyways. it's just, the rising of fontaine's waters, the mass destruction, the sudden death sentence, and the defection of the hydro archon was most definitely not what you were prepared for at your internship.

of course, it was worrying. you understood your husband to be a sensitive one, and you don't blame him for it. it's not a flaw, and it will never be one. it just means that you would get to reverse his own "motherly energy" towards you back to him. it's fun, in all honesty. caring for the iudex of fontaine is enjoyable.

except for the fact that you weren't expecting to see him, full-blown tears streaming down his face as he stares at the ceiling, like it's the last thing he'll ever ponder, like it has to hold for all the blame in the world.

this was concerning. extremely concerning. what the hell? neuvilette doesn't, ever, ever cry. it was a new experience for you. both of you.

apparently, neuvilette thought this too.

"oh, um. i apologise. you weren't... supposed to see me like this."

his deft hands reached for the nearby tissue box, and quickly fished one out and dabbed his eyes. you immediately set your stuff down to go to his sides, your stable hands hugging his shaking shoulders. tightly holding him in your grasp, like he is the most fragile and precious thing in the world.

he is, to you. there is nothing more precious than monsieur neuvilette. fontaine's treasure, but yours to hold.

your slow, comforting rubs along his forearms, along with squeezes of his arms help to coax what has happened out of him. it did not take much, after all. all it took was ─

"neuvi, would you like to tell me what happened, darling?"

and the story came tumbling out of neuvilette's rambling mouth. with every word he spoke, with every chapter he closed, you grew especially more and more concerned. your kind, sweet, beautiful lover has had to go through all of that? he is the nation's reigning soveriegn, and above all, a literal hydro dragon, but in your eyes, he's still.. neuvilette. your neuvilette. and it's unfair why he has to go through all of it. witness focalors death. witness navia's near-death. and above all, he probably also envisioned you dissolving in the primordial seawater, too.

your poor, poor neuvilette.

and it hurts, that all you can do it sit by the sidelines and watch neuvilette push himself through this. it's painful. it hurts.

and all you can do now is give him a tight hug. the tightest one yet.

neuvilette is surprised. you were not one to initiate physical contact. the hug was unexpected, especially from you.

but from that hug, he felt warmth. human warmth. the very same warmth and closure he's been seeking for five centuries, you give it to him in surplus.

he let himself go.

the rain heavily pattered on the window. a small light illuminated a couple in a tight hug, the raindrops framing their shuddering posture.

[dumbificat]

Imagine marrying Neuvillette

Today is the day. You two have spend months planning and now you finally get to walk down the aisle. You opted for a lovely spring wedding, and have the sun shining down on you today. You’re dressed to impress just one man, though there’s no need to try and impress him - you do everyday. With Sedene as your flower girl, you make your way outside to the venue. Music shifts, people turn and you take the first few tentative steps down the aisle. You lock eyes with your husband to-be and that’s when you feel it. A tiny drop of water on your cheek. One leads to two leads to many more. You notice Neuvillette also has wet cheeks, though that isn’t from the rain. In spite of this unforeseen change on your special day, you smile and keep walking. Your vows are drenched with praise as the rain turns to a downpour. Your foreheads touch as you’re pronounced married, and your lips meet in a sweet kiss soon after. You turn to look at the soaked crowd and are met with cheers.

Some may think that rain on a wedding day is a sign of misfortune. For you, it’s the opposite. In fact, it shows how happy Neuvillette is to be your husband, so much so that the sky cries for him. But the rain is special. The rain is laced with love.

[mitsvriii]

Perfect

Summary: A fluffy Neuvilette x reader fic, no triggers and no specific reader type; but reader is written as compassionate. No specific word count nor proofread. Filler post at the most; more under the cut.

Edited A/N: reblogging helps a lot, I’d appreciate it

Tags: @dumbificat, @mccnstruck, @yinyinggie, @oveloof, @aethoshi

If one knows how to love, does that change the way one thinks? Or maybe it would be the opposite; changing the way one thinks contributes to the way one perceives love? Neuvilette often questioned his relationship with you, most of it being directed towards the way he had changed while being around you.

Maybe it was the way you often went straight to comfort him whenever there was a show of rain, or the way you brought him special dishes whenever he had to stay and overwork in his office. You seemed to be more caring, at least in his perspective, whenever it came to his emotions. Never rushed him when he took time to walk slower than you, never scolded him whenever he was late to your dates, never did anything out of his comfort zone, either.

You were perfect in his eyes, even angelic in the way you treated him and others. He had turned from a stubborn, Chief Justice to a calm “Neuvi” around you. Even your dates were often filled with nothing but sweet compliments and treats. He felt comfort around you, and nothing else in simple terms.

Whenever you needed comfort he, too, was quick to act. Whether it was long, cozy cuddles or soft kisses to your temple. It wasn’t a very meaningful effort in his mind, but to you just having the normally blank man give you a kiss to your temple in a meaning of comfort was enough to make your heart flutter.

Whenever he saw how you treated and respected the melusines he nearly, although he’d never admit it, cried on the spot. You were treating what he saw as children as your own. He was happy, very happy about it all.

Which is why whenever you left to go visit your home-nation he longed for your return, or whenever you opted to go to away on vacation to get away from Fontane for a-while, which is something he couldn’t do because of his occupation, he wished the best upon you.

Because in his eyes you were perfect, which is why he loved you so.

[cosmicisms]

neuvilette drabble

gn!reader

no warnings but there’s one suggestive joke

a/n: spent all my neuvilette funds on lyney’s stupid bow AND DIDN’T EVEN GET IT. anyways. wrote this in like fifteen minutes in between homework so. it’s not my best work.

“you’re still awake?”

the pleasant sound of neuvilette’s voice causes your stiff shoulders to slacken and for you to put your quill down with a heavy sigh. “…yeah.”

“what did we talk about, my dear?” neuvilette wasn’t berating you by any means, though it might have seemed that way given his rigid and oftentimes stern demeanour, but your boyfriend was truly concerned for your wellbeing.

you rubbed your heavy eyelids, sparing a glance at the fancy grandfather clock that furnished your office. it sure was quite late… or early, at this point.

neuvilette raised his eyebrow at your lethargic state, swiftly crossing the room to get to your side. his gloved hands held yours, and when you looked up, his spellbinding eyes took you away.

“you’ve worked hard enough for today.” he said, gently pulling you up out of your chair, not missing how you winced as you tried to loosen your stiff and sore joints.

without hesitating, neuvilette scoops you into his arms, secretly deriving enjoyment from hearing you yelp.

“wa-wait! i can walk on my own!” you protested, suddenly snapped awake by his sudden movement.

“i am well aware.” he answered, making you huff slightly. still, you made no efforts to wriggle free of his grasp, letting him carry you bridal style down the halls of your cozy home and into your shared bedroom.

neuvilette treated you like you were the most valuable treasure, (in his eyes, you are) gently setting you down on the bed as if you were made of porcelain.

your cheeks couldn’t help but to flush red as he offered to pamper you further and change you into your night clothes for you. his fingers left lingering touches on your skin as he worked you of your clothes, eyes so full of love and appreciation.

(if it had been a time where you weren’t so fatigued, he would have acted on his desires to worship your body).

after having finished with your nightly routine, neuvilette tucked you into bed, drawing the blanket up to your chin and gazing down at you with love. gods, what have you done to this dragon? to make him so hopelessly enamoured with you.

“i love you…” you whispered, fading fast as the comfiness of your bed overpowered your will to stay awake.

you are everything to him. words which he professes to you whilst sliding up next to you in bed, wrapping his strong arms around you to cradle you close to his chest. you can hear his heart beat away in his chest. all for you…

“rest well, my love.” he murmurs, a small smile gracing his elegant features as he watches you fade into a peaceful slumber.

neuvilette will always be there for you, not sparing a single second in opening his arms for your weary soul.

[mellywritesstuff]

Thanks for the request rules! I just wanted to make sure before I request that I don't push any boundaries :)

Speaking of requests...

Could I get some fluff with Kaeya or Neuvilette? I know, two wildly different characters but I've been going through some tough times and I just need a hug from either a flirty twink or an awkward honorary dilf.

Thank you!

A/N: No problem, I really like this request, it’s cute and simple <3 hope your ok!

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Neuvilette,Kaeya Fluff

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Warnings: A little bit suggestive(?) in kaeya’s part, but pure fluff :), use of pet names! (Neuvilette), not proofread-

Reader is gender-neutral :) no specified gender ere.

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Kaeya

Kaeya is a horny little shit

He’s constantly flirting with you, and hugging you, lots of hugs (can’t convince me that this man is not a hugger)

Kaeya, likes your hands. Enough said. If you have gloves on, he’ll slip them off and kiss your hand. He just likes how they’re slightly smaller in comparison to his.

In his spare time he’ll take you on walks, and little dates by windrise and spend most of the time trying to seduce you

Gives you little kisses all over, he’ll surprise you from behind and just go “Mwah” on the top of your head

He’s not super clingy, but sometimes he gets a little jealous if he sees you getting too friendly with someone. If you him tease about it he’ll just scoop you up, and not let you out of his arms unless you give him a kiss, and reassurance

During cuddle sessions, he’ll hold you like his life depends on it and whisper little praises and compliments

Overall a very sweet and loving boyfriend! <3

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Neuvilette

This man is such a softie. He’s super busy but will spend all of his free time with you. How could he not when you’re staring at him with those eyes?

Another hugger. He’ll hug you tightly and not let ago (he’ll cry if you push him away)

A gentleman! He’ll hold the door for you, wrap his arm around you (respectfully) all that jazz

Calls you pet names like ‘Hun’, ‘Darling’, ‘Dear’ he says them so lovingly (he cherishes you so much!)

When he has the free time, he’ll take you anywhere and likes to spoil you (he feels bad about leaving you alone all the time)

He’ll bring you snacks and flowers. And give you forehead kisses!

Just a loving and overworked boyfriend!

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Thx for the request! Feel free to drop another one anytime! This was fun to write! -Melly out!

[impactofthegenshin]

Unfamiliar Feelings

characters: neuvilette reader: gn!reader warnings: !spoilers for fontaine archon quest and neuvillette story quest! word count: 374 words

It has been a few days since Neuvillette last saw you. He remembered how he had stood at Romaritime Port, waving back at you as you set sail on another adventure. He remembered how your hair whipped in the wind, clothes rippling around you, face set in a smile as you waved back at everyone. He remembered the funny feeling he got when he saw your figure getting smaller and smaller and eventually melting into the horizon.

Neuvillette knew the day would come when you would leave Fontaine to step out and explore other nations and progress in your journey to find your sibling. He never gave much thought to it. But looking back, maybe he should have.

He has been a dragon in a human form for a long time, trying to understand his feelings. And just as he had thought he had a grasp, there was this unusual feeling bubbling inside of him. It was not uncomfortable but it made him ache. It was not sad, yet he felt loss.

Memories of you flashed in Neuvillette mind, the determination with which you fought for Lyney in the Opera House, the admiration when you realised he was the Hydro Dragon Sovereign. The words on the case file in front of him could not, would not register to him.

The days whizzed by, trail upon trial conducted by Neuvillette purely based on his instinct and experience because he could not, would not pay attention in court. It puzzled Neuvillette to no end. Over 400 years of a lifetime and yet, he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

Was it love? He wasn't sure. Had he not felt love before? Of course he had. His love for Carole was the same as the love of a father holding his daughter's hand as they walked. His love for Vautrin was the same as the love of a friend fighting alongside the other.

Then what was this? It was love and yet it was something he had not experienced. The urge to see you again only grew day by day with no solution in sight.

Neuvillette sighed, setting aside the papers on his desk and looking up at the vaulted ceiling of his office.

He really missed you.

[yynahh02]

Dad?!