#ticklish!neuvillette

[chibimochii]

Ugly sweater for me? Nah, it's for you~♡

Wahhh @xsezzie you wrote a fic for me for secret Santa- and I was gone from tumblr- it slipped past me and I've read it and I adore it- and I'm sooo terribly sorry that it's taken me an embarrassing amount of time to react to it- so I offer you all I can offer- some art. For the record I loved it-

Pls do read it, I've linked it right under here-! It's perfect bc it's neuvi rerun tomorrow~ who else is hyped??🌟

[violettfeathers]

some half assed neuvillette art lmao </3

it's good for the soul

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[lovelynim]

TickleTober2023/Day 12 - Wolf

Genshin Impact - Neuvillette x Wriothesley

It was still a mystery to him. Of all things, of all people, why was he the one to arouse his curiosity, to lure his attention? Neuvillette pondered, intensely staring at the man sleeping next to him. Just like the rest of his emotions, the nature of the feeling burning inside his chest was still a mystery to him.

“You…” The Iudex of Fontaine muttered, nearly whispered, as he sat up in the bed, reaching a hand out to Wriothesley - who he believed was still in a deep slumber - and gently combed his cheeks.

However, behind those closed eyes, the duke was already long awake. Just like Neuvillette, he was curious about the chief of Justice and, so, decided to pretend to be asleep, intrigued to what his partner would do.

Moving his hand up to Wriothesley’s hair and tousling it lightly, the duke could hear a faint chuckle coming from Neuvillette. “...why do you look like a wolf?”

“A wolf?” Wriothesley repeated inside his head, putting up his best efforts to not frown or show any reaction to the other’s words.

“Strong… fierce… sometimes dangerous,” Neuvillette continued, toying with Wriothesley as he wished. He lowered his hand, stroking the man’s cheeks before gently rubbing his thumb over Wriothesley’s lips, pushing the lower one down a bit. “Well, maybe not at your features resemble a wolf…” He chuckled softly.

What was he up to? Wriothesley couldn’t help but feel a little off about such comparison, should he take those comments as a compliment? Was that Neuvillette’s way to sweet talk?

Before he could let his train of thought run any further, a bothersome feeling made room inside his head. A gentle, light, almost fluttering, tinglish sensation against his neck started to put his whole act into risk. Oh archons.

His eyebrows’ slight twitch didn’t go past Neuvillette unnoticed. The Iudex continued to stroke the sides of Wriothesley’s neck with one finger, smiling fondly at him. “But wolves usually live in packs… Could you be the lone one? Maybe looking to form a pack of your own?”

If he wasn’t pretending to be asleep, Wriothesley would probably tell him to cut these silly and senseless comparisons. The tickling was becoming a little harder to ignore when Neuvillette’s free hand joined the action, but targeting his lower sides as the judge pulled the duke into a hug.

“N-Neheuvillette…” Wriothesley giggled tiredly, trying to look up to the other’s face and escape his ticklish embrace at the same time. “Whahat are y-yohou dohohoing?”

“Good morning, Wriothesley,” the judge muttered softly, stopping the tickling on his neck to hold him by his face, but digging a little harder against his side in exchange. “Have you slept well?”

“Y-yehes, but- ahAHah, wait!” With his laughter growing a little more frantic and louder, the duke couldn’t help but try to pry Neuvillette’s hands off his body. “I-ihihit tihihickles!”

“I know it does,” Neuvillette added, making the duke question if that was some sort of tease or an actual answer to his statement. “But this seems to be the only thing that could break through your acting, wolf.”

As the final piece came to complete the puzzle, Wriothesley realized his mistake. Maybe it wasn’t so easy to fool the judge, after all, and now, just like any other criminal, he had yet to face the consequences of his act. 

A/N: This is the first time I wrote for this pairing and I'm still a little nervous if I got them right because of how little time to research them I had huehuhue

But I hope you guys could still enjoy it despite my ooc writing. See you tomorrow ~

[ticklygiggles]

Miya&Mia's Tickletober Day 31 - Halloween

Neuvillette x Wriothesley

Collab with wonderful @otomiyaa

A/N: Last day of this fun event and of course we had to write something together! I had so much fun writing this with you, dear. Thank you for doing this with me! And also thank for doing such a challenging and fun list with me!

Summary: There's a All Hallow's Eve event in the Nation of Justice and The Duke has his own little informant, but why is he so serious?!

It was something not very common.

The words just wouldn't stop coming out of Neuvillette's mouth, and even though his voice was as monotone, serious and deep as ever, he sounded almost breathless, excited even, as he explained to Wriothesley everything there was to know about All Hallow's Eve, or at least Fontaine's version of that event. 

Wriothesley had stopped working to focus his full attention on Neuvillette while he enjoyed his tea. That little traveler and his companion had introduced Lady Furina to this autumn event that happened yearly in Mondstadt. Pumpkin carving, enchanted attractions, a weird game called apple bobbing, playing pranks, lots of candy and a lot more things which sounded appropriate for the Nation of Freedom, but certainly did not seem like something that could be celebrated in Fontaine. 

But, according to what Neuvillette said, everyone seemed very interested, and the streets at the Court of Fontaine were full of people, but also full of decorations that probably no one in the Nation of Justice had ever seen before.

Wriothesley almost felt the need to leave his office and see everything with his own eyes but… why was Neuvillette still so serious? 

"I see, it seems like a big celebration then," Wriothesley said kindly, smiling warmly at Neuvillette. "Did you get bored?" 

Neuvillette blinked and he tilted his head to the side, confused. "I just said it is quite interesting, why do you ask if I got bored?" 

“Hmm,” Wriothesley hummed, leaning over to grab one of the ghost-shaped cookies Neuvillette had brought him. He took a bite to eat it with his tea. The taste was rather bland, but he appreciated the effort. 

“Looking at your face, I can’t say whether you are reporting about a funeral or a festival,” Wriothesley admitted in all honesty. He took another bite of the cookie. 

“About a festival,” Neuvillette replied, still very serious. 

Wriothesley scanned the little basket with candies and snacks other than the cookies, and a couple of festive decorations Neuvillette had brought him so he could still enjoy the festival during his working hours. He reached for a funny hat, more like head decoration with a skeleton on it, and handed it to Neuvillette.

“This is for people to wear? Please put this on. It will make you look less serious.” 

Neuvillette did not budge, though a very subtle blush could be seen on his face. “I am afraid I must refuse.” 

“It’s a gift. You should accept it,” Wriothesley encouraged.

Neuvillette remained calm and serious. “With all due respect, Wriothesley. I gave it to you first. So, it is your gift.” 

Wriothesley chuckled. “Fine. Then I say, I would like you to wear my gift. At least it will look like you are having fun. Come on, Neuvillette. My lonely experience of All Hallow’s Eve from my office will not be complete unless you wear it.” 

Neuvillette stared at the silly hat. Then without responding to Wriothesley's funny request, he sighed and got up without even finishing his tea.

“I am afraid I should leave. Lady Furina must be waiting, now if you’ll excuse me -” 

Wriothesley got up quickly and tried to place the hat on Neuvillette’s head, but as expected, the Chief Justice was not one to fool with and snatched the thing from him and held it above his head.

“Do not,” he warned. Wriothesley smirked, watching the elegant Neuvillette with the silly skeleton hat high above his head. 

“Fine. I will not.” Instead without warning, he placed his hand on Neuvillette’s waist and squeezed slightly. 

Neuvillette's breath hitched in his throat and Wriothesley felt the muscles contracting under his touch as his arm lowered just a little. Neuvillette looked at him with slightly wide eyes.

"Do not," he warned again, his arm stubbornly up. "I am serious."

"That's exactly why I'm forced to do this, Monsieur Neuvillette," Wriothesley taunted, placing his other hand on the other side of Neuvillette's waist and squeezing. 

Neuvillette grunted, his hips lurching back as his free hand closed around one of Wriothesley's wrists. The Duke chuckled to himself and without another word, he started to squeeze Neuvillette's waist over and over. Neuvillette made a strangled sound and Wriothesley saw him gritting his teeth as he tried to twist away from between his hands. 

"Maybe if you show me a little smile, Neuvillette, I'll actually believe that you had fun?" He teased and giggled when Neuvillette shook his head desperately, refusing to talk back. "Or you can put the hat on, that's easier right?" 

“N-no I - ahhhh!” Neuvillette let out a most precious yelp when Wriothesley moved his hand up and squeezed just the right spot between his lower ribs. Neuvillette jolted in surprise and didn’t just drop his arm. He also dropped the hat. 

“Ooh?” Wriothesley watched the thing fall and looked back at Neuvillette, smirking.

“N-noho i-it was ahan accide-ahh! Don’t!” Neuvillette tried to fight his laughter as Wriothesley trapped him against his desk, both his hands now aiming for Neuvillette’s sides and tickling him ruthlessly. Neuvillette, who usually looked so cool and aloof, was now blushing and stuttering, making the cutest and strangest noises. 

“Wriahaha-Wriothehhesley! N-nohoho!” With each second Wriothesley dragged the playful moment, Neuvillette’s voice sounded louder. He went from restrained chuckles and giggles to soft little yelps and a nice and gentle sound Wriothesley could call laughter. He smiled. 

“Now this is more like it,” he said when Neuvillette was finally smiling. 

“Ahhahah!” Neuvillette turned and twisted, his hands reaching for Wriothesley's, but failing to pull them off.

It was fun to see Neuvillette trying to cover his smiling mouth with one of his hands, he was also trying to seal his lips again, but it was harder now that Wriothesley found that extremely sensitive spot on his lower ribs. 

He looked so pretty, his fair skin was adorably pink and his smile was so wide. Wriothesley couldn't lie, he always found an excuse to tickle Neuvillette just because he always got to see that beautiful expression on him.  

"L-Lehehehet mehehe gohoho!" He laughed beautifully, pushing Wriothesley's shoulder. "Thihihis ihihis chihihildihihish!"

Wriothesley chuckled, "you always say that when I do this," he said happily, "but hey at least you look happier, do you mind repeating everything you just said about the festival?"

"I c-cahahahan n-nahahat!" He squeaked when Wriothesley vibrated his fingers against his lower ribs. "Stohohahap tihihickling me thehehere!" 

"You can not?" Wriothesley asked, completely ignoring Neuvillette's pleading. "Then, what about wearing the hat? Sounds like a plan, Neuvillette?"

Neuvillette shook his head while sweet laughter continued to pour from his lips. 

“No? Hmm, alright then.” Wriothesley’s hands climbed up a bit further, his thumbs slipping under Neuvillette’s arms and digging into those armpits, a hidden goldmine Wriothesley would call them. Neuvillette let out a loud gasp and jerked with all of his body. 

“WAhhh nohoho!” Neuvillette laughed in the cutest way. Wriotheseley joined in with a laugh of his own when Neuvillette made such a violent movement as a reflex to the tickling that he managed to turn around, bending over Wriothesley’s desk, but the Duke was persistent and continued to tickle his sensitive underarms.

“No- not thehere! Ahahahah!” He flailed his arms when Wriothesley tickled his armpits mercilessly, knocking the basket he brought from the festival and sending its sweets, candies and decorations rolling and falling off the desk. 

Neuvillette’s efforts of trying to remain cool and calm were admirable, but right now he should just give in to the fact that he was adorable.

Wriothesley smiled fondly, pleased that in this position, Neuvillette wouldn’t be able to see how soft he could make him. 

“Not here? We could strike a deal, if you wear that little hat to the festival,” he suggested, glancing at the skeleton hat that lay on the floor between several other fallen items. 

“Buhuhut!” Neuvillette laughed, and Wriothesley could swear he was blushing. He stepped back and forced Neuvillette to turn back around so they were face to face again. He was indeed blushing, and there was a subtle trace of sparkly tears in his eyes. The sight made Wriothesley feel… things. He leaned in and kissed him. Not their first kiss, for the record. But definitely the first one in a while. 

“Hmmhehehe!” Neuvillette giggled when Wriothesley gently wiggled his fingers from his sides towards his tummy, poking the spot playfully. The Chief Justice was a breathless and flustered mess, and he tiredly caught Wriothesley’s tickly hands, failing to pry them off or to stop their wiggling fingers tickling his stomach.

“Wriothehehesley,” Neuvillette laughed breathlessly. 

“Hmm?” Wriothesley kissed his lips again, feeling a little greedy. “What is it?”

“I’ll wehehear the hahahat…," he said blushing and unable to keep from laughing when Wriothesley's fingers wiggled against his lower stomach. "O-Ohohonly if y-yohou stohop, thohough."

Wriothesley hummed in thought. He certainly wanted to see his serious Neuvillette wearing that ridiculous yet cute hat, but his finger still itched to draw out more of his wonderful and exquisite laughter, however, his lover was already out of breath and could barely stand on his own feet. 

He sighed heavily and he smiled when Neuvillette looked at him curiously. He surprised the Chief Judge by a sudden squeeze to his hips that had him squeaking and giggling before Wriothesley moved to pick the hat up and the basket with all those candies he still wanted to try.

"Very well, Monsieur Neuvillette," Wriothesley said, placing the hat between Neuvillette's hands. "Would you do me the favor?" 

Wriothesley wanted to laugh at Neuvillette's expression when he saw the hat in his hands. Disgust combined with horror and an adorable blush that spread from his cheeks to the tips of his eyebrows. He looked at Wriothesley and then at the hat and then at Wriothesley once more before quickly placing the hat on his head. 

Wriothesley thought he was going to laugh at the sight of Neuvillette, but his heart jumped in his chest and he could only think of how adorable Neuvillette looked. His eyes softened and he gently cupped Neuvillette's face in his hands to plant a kiss on his lips. 

"Why didn't you want to wear this?" He asked after leaving Neuvillette breathless with a heated kiss, his crooked hat gently fixed by Wriothesley. "You look so adorable I might pass away this instant."

If Wriothesley didn't know better, he'd say Neuvillette was pouting. “.....” Neuvillette answered with silence. He just had this cute embarrassed look on his face, so Wriothesley kissed him again.

“You look great. A true All Hallow's Eve enjoyer.” 

Neuvillette nodded shyly and turned away. “I should leave,” he said, and Wriothesley could see that even his ears had turned red. Aw, so flustered he was. Wriothesley reached for his hand, grabbed it and pulled him right back. Neuvillette gasped when Wriothesley once again caught him with his eyes, and he smirked.

“Wear it until the end of the festival, alright? I have my sources up there, so I will know whether Monsieur Neuvillette walked around according to the theme… or not,” he said teasingly, and he wiggled his fingers against Neuvillette’s hip again. A soft strangled noise left his lips, and Neuvillette quickly managed to disguise it as a cough.

“Y-yes, uhunderstood,” he giggled nervously. Ah damn. He was so cute. "Will you not… go up to see?"

Wriothesley smiled, "I'll probably join you after I finish some things up," he said, grabbing Neuvillette's hand and kissing the back of it. "You should go now, however, and show Lady Furina your All Hallow's Eve spirit, hmm? Also, promise me you'll come back here if I don't go up."

Neuvillette nodded solemnly, his lips slightly curved in a shy smile. "I will."

"I am planning on tickling you again, too. I know you love it so much."

Neuvillette's eyes widened and he pulled at his hand still held by Wriothesley. "I do not enjoy that little childish and rather silly game of yours!" 

Wriothesley laughed, kissing Neuvillette's hand again before letting him go. "Yes, yes, yes. Of course. Now go and don't forget to wear your hat and bring some more of those cookies, please?"

"... Fine. I will see you later, Wriothesley."

"Be careful on your way, Monsieur Neuvillette."

As he watched Neuvillette walk away, he felt a small pang in his heart. Maybe it would have been better to keep Neuvillette here with him, wearing his adorable hat and listening to his beautiful laugh, but he could tell Neuvillette really enjoyed the festival and who was he to keep him from having fun? 

Ah… maybe he should join him later after all, just for fun!

[tickles-tea]

Hi! I have some Wriothesley thoughts to share if you don’t mind! This is kinda piggybacking over what you already wrote~

Wriothesley would probably be one of the most chill lees in the entire world. I imagine him to be the type who doesn’t love tickling, but doesn’t mind it either. If he is close with whoever is tickling him he would totally let them have their way with him and only tell them to stop once’s he’s had enough. The problem with that is that it opens him up to the vulnerably of the ler just not stopping because he’s laugh is so nice to listen to and his smile makes him look even more handsome then usual that you just want to hear and see more of it. At that point he would probably start loosing his composure a bit and start blushing while internally thinking “what the hell did I get myself into” 🤭

Anon I don’t mind at all, in fact, I love you 👁👁❤️

I’ve been going fucking feral over him for the past,,what, 48 hours maybe?? And it’s still going strong so this was a blessing to receive orz

As much as I like to subject my faves to Liking It™️, Wriothesley not even being particularly into it but still down is sooo endearing

I especially love this because he has a lot of stamina and can handle a lot before needing to tap out which sounds nice but he doesn’t expect his ler to enjoy tickling him enough to go for so long lolol

And yes, he can handle it but it still really fucking tickles afsjafshsk

Aaaaaa I’m imagining his ler finding a super bad spot after tickling him for a while and him tapping out, chuckling like “damn, you really got me good this time” just super chill about it- but not knowing that his ler has noted that last spot and absolutely plans to take advantage of it next time ~

Seeing how honing in on those really sensitive spots cuts down his stamina significantly would be so funnn

Poor generous Wriothesley’s got his work cut out for him haha

[cocosummer]

sum: you're getting double teamed by zhongli and neuvillette while they're in heat.. have fun :]

a/n: i tried something new with this one, please lmk if you liked it!

pairing: zhongli x gn!reader x neuvillette

cws: sub + bottom!reader, established polyamorous relationship, tongue fucking, creampie, major size difference (because dragons big), desperate dragons in heat, slight degrading at one point, possessiveness

<< minors and ageless blogs dni! >>

you sat in place, feeling the muscles of two serpentine tails tensing and relaxing as they coiled around you. the surrounding air of the nest was warm and dense with the longing breaths of dragons. dragons in heat.

your mates.

since the former archon, zhongli, had come to spend more time with you and neuvillette in fontaine, it seemed that his and neuvillette’s mating cycles had.. synced up? you weren’t exactly sure of the details. all you knew was that your two dragon partners were having to share the same nest and the same mate, while their heats made them increasingly territorial and needy. and it’d caused them to need to.. re-evaluate some terms in your group contract. 

“um.. have you two decided on anything?” you watched the two dragons conversing in hushed tones, sometimes snarling, sometimes glancing over at you with a visible need, before continuing their discussion. surely they had reached some sort of conclusion as for what to do with you by now..? 

zhongli turned from neuvillette to flash you a hazy smile, a quick departure from the zhongli of just a moment ago. “i believe so, my dear.” 

though he would never willingly hurt you or neuvillette, he could be quite the unpredictable character during his heat; if his mere survival of and achievements during the archon war were anything to show for it, he was more than the kindly, strangely knowledgeable yet somewhat ditzy secretary of the wangsheng funeral parlor that many knew him as. he dipped down from where he had been looming aside neuvillette and muttered a short, “if you’d allow me,” before nudging his snout at your thighs. his jaw parted slightly to let his pink tongue flick over his mouth, giving you a glimpse of his long, yellowed fangs.

his rolling mane was soft and ticklish as he settled over you. “i allow you,” you parroted slowly, and the geo dragon spared you a brief, doting look with bleary golden eyes, before he dove in for more.

you immediately felt yourself clenching up as his warm tongue squeezed between your cheeks to lap at the rim of your hole, stretching it out for him to use as he pleased. you could feel his jaw working under you, the rough scales on his muzzle rubbing against your legs as you instinctively started grinding against him. he let out a deep, resounding groan that shook the air as you started to ride his face.

and you were not unaware of monsieur neuvillette’s eyes on you. the hydro dragon followed your movements with blown out, iridescent eyes as you bounced on zhongli’s snout. his glossy jaws were parted, with dribblets of saliva starting to dangle like ice crystals from his lip, and his jaw hung lower each time zhongli’s tongue slipped deeper into you. each time you snapped your hips, and rolled them back to draw zhongli in further. you figured they really must have agreed on something, because as much as neuvillette seemed to want to jump in and lap you up himself, he stayed put in his corner of the nest. 

“neuvillette?”

your sweet voice had him bristling where he sat, as if it were a siren’s song, and he was the all too eager sailor about to rush into the throes of the ocean at your beckon call. though something seemed to have penetrated his heat-driven state of mind, giving him pause for a moment; he sank unceremoniously back into place. “um, we’ve agreed to.. take turns.”

“..oh..”

meanwhile, something in zhongli seemed to have snapped. overwhelmed with the scent of you, his tongue rasped more aggressively. he started fucking his tongue deeper and faster into your hole, as if it was him who needed to cum. 

some part of you had to wonder if this was his way of guiding your attention back to him. though you couldn’t focus on much else besides the arousal building in your gut. 

the forked tongue stirring in your insides, with plunging, circular motions that encouraged what felt like a tight coil in your gut to turn loose. the dogged look neuvillette was giving you as he waited, a voyeur watching his partner as you tensed and shook. zhongli’s name squeezed out of your pretty lips, and a sparse hovel of grey clouds formed over his crested head, though no water fell; with his jaw taut and his eyes bleary, his frilly ‘paws’ tucked under his chest, you decided morose longing was a beautiful look on him.

at some point you couldn’t hold back any more; trembling and tensed, you spurted cum down your legs, drenching the geo dragon’s beautiful, stone-coloured scales. though it wasn’t that way for long; you felt zhongli shift under your legs as he hurried to lick his chops dry of every drop of you. his pink tongue sometimes curled over your thigh, in his rush.

out of the corner of your eye, you notice a large blurr – neuvillette diving for some of your arousal that had escaped zhongli’s notice and dripped onto the floor. immediately zhongli’s muzzle curled with a low, guttural snarl he poised at the hydro dragon, his slender haunches rising. to your surprise, neuvillette scrambled backward; well, it was both surprising and almost unnatural to see both the grand iudex of fontaine and a dragon not designed for environments outside of the ocean to move in such a manner. his grand, leafy fins slapped on the floor like a seal’s flippers. 

“zhongli,” you chided half-heartedly, sort of amused and still coming down from your high. 

the geo dragon let out a long chuff in response; he bent to gently lower you off his nose, onto his coils that covered the ground below, and pressed the side of his head to the floor, to savor what was left of your cum with long, greedy licks.  

you watch with a slight amused grin. he’s an old man, but he still acts like this. 

you turn to beckon neuvillette over apologetically, though he doesn’t appear to hear you.

the statuesque hydro dragon was staring down his nose, fixated on the cum that was sparsely trickling from between your legs and creating a small wet spot on the floor. ah. 

you felt blood starting to pool in your crotch once again, just from the yearning, desirous.. obvious way he was looking at you. his slit pupils blown wide, his scaly head drawn so low to the ground that his fluorescent blue antennae brushed against it. wordlessly pleading for you to let him in

perhaps he needed to hear your invitation again. he was distracted the last time

– –

“don’t let such high praises go to waste, my neuvillette. our mate clearly can’t focus, with how you’re stretching their soft, human hole to full capacity, getting it ready for me.” a rumbly, possessive growl emerged in the last of zhongli’s words, lending him an alluringly dangerous quality.

neuvillette slurred above you; his mind was far away. “nh.. so full for me, my love..” his tail wrapped attentively around the bulge in your stomach that his cock was causing. a broody trill escaped his throat, and you panted, enamored with his little noise.

“you look divine, when you’re at a loss for words~” zhongli’s smooth, sultry voice had somehow deepened to a point you’d seldom heard it reach before. you could tell he was deep in the sauce now

and you could only imagine the scene he was enjoying. merely picturing the sight of dragon cock splitting through your thighs was enough to have you tensing up, head reeling

your drool collected on the coil below you, as you forgot everything but what you felt. as your body worked hard to accommodate the tip of one of the hydro dragon’s heavy, shark-like cocks, and your mind honed in on his rhythmically plying out a ways and then nestling deeper inside you with each twist of his long, muscular body. the pressure of his cock weighing against the soft flesh of your opening, and the brush of his scales against your inner thighs stimulating you further

your body ached from anticipation, with your only thoughts crying for more, more more, though you weren’t exactly sure how much you could take. this was your first heat spent together; it’d usually be you visiting one dragon or the other during their respective nesting days. 

neuvillette’s labored breaths fanned over the back of your head, like the gusts of an ocean wind. you sensed your vision growing bleary, and a tension accumulating within you; a strong wave of your own arousal sent you for a loop, and you felt neuvillette’s strong coils shudder around you in response, minutely tightening their grip. and you heard neuvillette let out a strangled whelp when he finally let himself go, when he allowed thick ropes of his cum to plunge into your insides, dousing you with sudden warmth.

a thick ring of neuvillette’s cum quickly formed around the base of his dick, but before he could overwhelm his small human partner with the sheer amount of cum dragons tended to produce, he carefully slid out, and let the rest of it flow under your stomach.

or, more accurately, he suddenly had the mind to slide out.. he was rather enjoying the sensation of being milked to the brim by you, and his mind, in its most relaxed and instinct-driven state, told him to hoard what he loved – what was his.

having taken his load, you were assumed in the scent of the hydro dragon; you were markedly his

and you could tell it was making zhongli antsy, because scarcely had neuvillette pulled out when you felt the geo dragon’s paw padding over your back. cum was still pouring out of you, and his talons curled around your trembling figure, securing you in his grasp so he could draw you towards him.

you wriggled weakly in his clutch, managing a strained, breathless, “it's too much,” when the geo dragon let out something akin to a warning hiss. “our contract agreement was to take turns, my dear.”

his whiskers brushed like soft mist against your cheeks as he hung his head low, to address you. his proximity to you punctuating his words.

“and you’ve agreed, to assist us until we’re satisfied.

shouldn’t we adhere to that?”

[acinginsomniac101]

hello what do you think about neuvillette's draconic features. what do you have in terms of headcanons about additional non-human traits.

(this is a very sane ask definitely sent by a person who isn't deranged about this particular aspect.)

Greetings! I got your request, anon. :)

Don’t worry, I’m not sane either.

Neuvillette headcanons on the topic of his draconic features! :

•To begin with, he mainly shows one feature that blends in with his body; His horns.

•It probably functions like some sort of antennae, allowing him to detect weather ahead of time with the exception of his own rain from crying. •It helps him ensure what kind of extra accessories to wear ahead of time. Coats, different bows to suit the hairstyle at the given moment, how many layers of clothing, etc.

•If you ask to touch them? Oh archons, you might get a bit of a hard time. Why?..well…

•His horns are ticklish. Bristle them the wrong way and you might got the Chief Justice trying to cover his mouth to hold back his giggles.

•But if you are careful, you might get him to purr! Only in the privacy of his office or home, the Iudex has to keep a stone-faced and uptight image.

•When his clothing and horns glow, he probably has fins! Those are silky and smooth to the touch, kind of like fish fins.

•Petting and decorating those glowing fins when they do appear will likely soothe and relax him. Maybe before you two get into bed, as stars arise and comfort you after a long day.

[fluffyweeby]

Tickletober day 16 - Unusual Spot

Prompts by @tickletober

Neuvillette is starting to regret letting Wriothesley brush his hair…

Ticklish horns 💜💜

R those horns? No idea but I say they r 🤷‍♀️

Happy tktober!! 💜

[strwberri-milk]

🌊FONTAINE🌊

Main Masterlist

Neuvillette:

Being Ignored/Kissing HCS - Fluff, Requested

Attempting to Hug You - Fluff, Requested

Affectionate Biting - Fluff, Requested

Gifts for Everyone But Him? - Fluff, Requested

Acrobatic Reader - Fluff, Requested

Doing His Hair - Fluff, Requested

Baker Reader - Fluff, Requested

Being with a Cincin Mage - Fluff, Requested

Receiving Christmas Cookies - Fluff, Requested

Chef Reader - Fluff, Requested

Dragon Reader - Fluff, Requested

Henna Tattoo - Fluff, Requested

Pole Dancer - Suggestive, Requested

Lyney:

Being Ignored/Kissing HCS - Fluff, Requested

Crying While Sleeping - Comf, Requested

Practicing Love Confessions - Fluff, Requested

Acrobatic Reader - Fluff, Requested

Tailor Reader - Fluff, Requested

Idol Reader - Fluff, Requested

Hiding Your Love From Him - Comf, Requested

Pocky Game - Fluff, Requested

Henna Tattoo - Fluff, Requested

5 Star Chef Reader - Fluff, Requested

Accidental Rizz - Fluff, Requested

Wriothesley:

Shy and Quiet Reader - Fluff, Requested

Crying While Sleeping - Comf, Requested

Early Morning Cute Aggression - Fluff, Requested

Sunshine Reader - Fluff, Requested

Acrobatic Reader - Fluff, Requested

Detective Author Reader - Fluff, Requested

Pyro Reader w/ Reactive Hair - Fluff, Requested

Mermaid Reader - Fluff, Requested

Affectionate Reader - Fluff, Requested

Ticklish Reader - Fluff, Requested

Slow Dancing - Fluff, Requested

Giving Him A Snack Box - Fluff, Requested

Klutzy Sunshine Reader - Fluff, Requested

Reader Loves Belly Rubs - Fluff, Requested

Baker Reader - Fluff, Requested

Birthday Was Forgotten - Comf, Requested

Hiding Your Love From Him - Comf, Requested

Receiving Christmas Cookies - Fluff, Requested

Spinning Reader Around - Fluff, Requested

Chef Reader - Fluff, Requested

Attacked by Stickers - Fluff, Requested

Seeing Him Injured - Comf, Requested

Dragon Reader - Fluff, Requested

Patting You To Sleep - Fluff, Requested

Reader Smokes After Sex - Requested

White Day - Fluff, Requested

Pole Dancer - Suggestive, Requested

Using a Safeword - Suggestive, Requested

Insecure about Chest - Comf, Requested

[rdngl]

NOW PLAYING: VERSACE ON THE FLOOR

girl you know, you're perfect from your head down to your heels. (basically, them going so lovestruck.)

featuring: childe, wriothesley, albedo, neuvillette and diluc

warnings: very ooc, established relationships, mostly leans towards fem!reader, slightly suggestive but not really, no betaaaa, might have grammatical errors and typosss

notes: screaming and crying—reblogs are GREATLY APPRECIATED, as well as feedbacks. TAGLIST IS OPENNNN

masterlist | holiday event

childe, who almost lost balance as he caught a glimpse of you—your locks gently dancing with the breeze, your skin glistening under the blazing afternoon sun of liyue harbour, your face- goodness, your face. he felt heat all over his cheeks and a slight ticklish feeling in his ear.

‘gods, was it the sun? or you?’ childe chuckled at his thought, before walking towards you—a wide smile plastered on his face. he's just glad you're his.

wriothesley, whose breath hitches at the sight of you. his fingertips twitching against his desk as he marvels at your gorgeous...very gorgeous face, your style, your body then to your face again, your lips, your beautiful voice calling his name—but he doesn't care. he's practically salivating at this point.

“...wriothesley!” that made him almost jump in shock. you chuckled, knowing damn well what he was thinking. wriothesley grinned, he knows he's been caught...again.

albedo, who sketches you whenever he has free time or he's genuinely starstruck that his hands unconsciously reaches for his sketchbook and pencil and just start sketching with his eyes still on you. afterwards, if it doesn't reach his standards, he'll redraw it, perfectly this time.

perhaps when the day arrives, albedo will give you the sketchbook filled with your portraits and sketches—but now, he just has to revel in this moment, recalling how you exactly looked at that one moment over and over in his head with every stroke of his pencil.

neuvillette, who wonders how he's able to feel this tingly, quite heart-dropping feeling (but in a good way) in his stomach for long periods, especially when he's with you. it doesn't even need to be you touching him or being near you—just the sight of you alone is enough for him to feel this way.

and gods, who wouldn't? it's you he's talking about—marvellous, filled with determination, kind, can put up with him, has a pretty face, gentle touch, nice scent and- ahem. but his point still stands, he's just confused.

was it the way your hand gently grasped his? the concern written all over your gorgeous face? how your voice sounded like when you asked him why he went home wounded? diluc doesn't know. his eyes were unblinking as he stared directly at yours, his mind going empty as the questions inside his head slowly vanished—his forehead resting on your shoulder.

“i...i apologise for worrying you.” he managed to muster a sentence. his hands found their way to your waist then wrapped his arms around it. he breathed in your scent as he closed his eyes, nuzzling close to your neck. he thought about how pretty you looked tonight—not even minding his aching wounds as his arms tightened around you.

© rdngl 2023. do not repost, copy, translate or claim my works.

[xsezzie]

Just A Scratch

Warnings: tickling???

Characters: Neuvillette, Wriothesely, Clorinde (ft Sigewinne at the end)

Wriotheseley has sustained a small injury while messing around in the ring as usual, only Clorinde and Neuvillette won't let it slide.

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Wriothesley winced as he reached for one of his boxes of tea on the shelf. His recent escapades in the ring gifted him a nice bruise on his rib cage. It wasn’t that he lost, but his opening happened to find a great opening to deliver a decent blow to the Duke.

He didn’t want to tell Siegwinne, knowing she would probably try and make him drink one of her deadly milkshakes.

His pain, however, did not go unnoticeable by his guests.

“Wriothesley, have you been sparring with the prisoners again?” Clorinde and Neuvillette were making their rare appearance at Wriothesley’s request for some tea. Well, the invitation was extended to the former, who then managed to convince the Chief Justice to come with her for once.

“Ah, it’s nothing. Just a bruise… ah!” A small pang shot up through his ribs as he happened to twist in an odd motion.

“You aren’t hiding it very well.”

“Shut up, Neuvillette.”

“Woah, you hear that Chief? He just told you to shut up.”

“Hm… very unprofessional, Wriothesley.”

“C’mon! I didn’t mean it in a malicious way!”

The three chuckled amongst themselves as they enjoyed their tea together, well Neuvillette had water as usual.

“But seriously, it’s unlike you to be bothered by such pain, so it must be bad. Get it checked out.” Clorinde frowned.

“No, no. It’s fine really, it’s probably just a bruise.” Wriothesley tried to laugh it off, but was receiving glares from the other two. “Guys… please…”

“Let’s examine him ourselves. He’s going to put up a fight though.” The Duelist smiled, though Wriothesley knew it was one of warning.

“Clorinde is right… Wriothesley you need to take care of your body.”

Clorinde had already stood up and was trying to grab the cryo user by the wrist. The two laughing at each other as they tried to dodge each other around the small table in the Administration Office.

“Please, I’m not an old man like you Neuvillette, I’ve still got a lot of years left in me-AH!”

With a swift motion, Neuvillette caught the Duke off guard as he was attempting to run past him and pulled him onto the sofa.

“Alright, hold him down and I’ll check out his injuries.” Clorinde looked as if she was enjoying this way too much.

“Fuck off!”

“He swore! Send him to court!”

“G-Get off me both of you!”

Neuvillette played his part by holding Wriothesely’s legs down as Clorinde teased him, trying to undo his vest or pull up his shirt.

“Haha! S-Stop! Get off me!”

“Wriothesley, I believe your injuries are no laughing matter.” The Chief Justice chided him gently.

“What are you laughing about? Wait… are you… ticklish~?” Clorinde smirked and softly skittered her long nails across the Duke’s exposed waist.

“Pff- ah! Hehe-stop that! I-I am not ticklish!”

“Neuvillette, I’m going to need you to hold him down more.”

“No no nohohohohoo!!!”

Neuvillette pulled Wriothesley closer to get a better grip on him, whatever this ‘being ticklish’ was seemed to have weakened the Duke, causing him to be easily maneuvered. He held his wrists while the Duelist continued to slowly lift his shirt up and continue to tickle his abs now.

“GAHAHAHA STAHAHAHAP!” Wriothesley wheezed and giggled, a sound neither of them ever heard before, but very amusing.

“Well well, can you imagine if your opponents in the ring found out you were ticklish? You would be losing every match.”

“SHUHUT UUUUP!!”

Clorinde finally managed to get his shirt up enough to see his ribs, he did indeed have a bruise on his left side, it didn’t look broken thankfully.

“Tsk, look at this huge bruise, Chief.”

“Wriothesley, I don’t think a bruise is something to be afraid to seek medical attention about. But seeing as it’s only one side… do you think his ribs can be this ‘ticklish’ thing too?” The faint smile in Neuvillette’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by either of them.

“Why don’t you give it a go? Put your fingers on his ribs and gently squeeze.”

“NOHOHO DONT!!”

“Like this?”

Clorinde held Wriothesley down now as Neuvillette ran his fingers gently over his ribs and gave an adorable attempt at trying to squeeze him.

“Hrrk-pff! Neuvillette your a-attempt suhucks!”

“Don’t be so nervous, make him laugh more. He deserves it.”

The Hydro Dragon hesitantly gave his friends ribs more of a vigorous and fast paced squeezing, sending Wriothesely into hysterics.

“GAHAHAHAA AAAAAHHH!!! NEUVIHIHILEEETTE!!!!”

“Pff- this is… quite amusing…”

Clorinde smiled, seeing Neuvillette come out of his shell a little. She kept a hold on Wriothesely’s arm to help her boss.

The Iudex has a small smile on his face as the Duke squirmed and thrashed about on his lap.

“AAAHAHAHAHA NEUVI- I SWEAR TO CELESTIA I WILL GEHEHEHET YOUUUU!!!”

“Are you sure you want to try and fight me now that I have regained my full power?”

“Was that a tease, boss?”

“I-I… well it was not my intention…”

“HAHAHA GUYS I AM STILL DYIIIHIHIHIIING!!”

“Dying? Who is dying here!?” The three snapped their heads to the stairway, Siegwinne had come in unnoticed due to the commotion. After she saw what was occurring, she smirked.

“Ooohh~ I see you guys discovered how ticklish His Grace is.”

“Siegwinne… shut up…” The Duke warned as he attempted to glare at her through his residual giggles.

“No no, tell us Sigewinne.” Clorinde grinned, knowing exactly where this was going.

“Oh, let me tell you two aaaaaall about Wriothesely’s ticklish spots.”

Any guards that happened to walk past the Administration Office that afternoon could swear they heard some mysterious howling and laughter emanating from behind the closed doors.

[violettfeathers]

Soft Drizzles

Summary: Neuvillette is typically too embarrassed to tickle anyone.... Well, maybe there's one exception. Word count: 579 A/N: This can be read as either platonic or romantic, doesn't matter. And lol, this is one of my first times posting writing, so please don't mind if it's bad or anything. (please rb)

Neuvillette is embarrassed easily. He is embarrassed easily, and often becomes shy, especially with touch. Specifically…. Tickling. He couldn’t imagine touching someone that way. And making them laugh? His face heats up at the thought of such a thing - and at the mere word, too. 

Well…. All but one person he couldn’t imagine touching in that kind of way. 

He smiled affectionately at the sweet, desperate giggles which met his ears, his fingers gently dancing and drumming over small rib bones. Complaints rose up from his “victim” (Or, rather, she had put herself in this position - all her own fault) He dug his index fingers into the grooves between the bones, causing a squeal to burst out of her.

She almost seemed like a whole new person, red faced, hiccupping in her giggles and titters, her clothes all rumpled. Her hair was even messier than usual, but it only added to her charm in the whole situation. 

“Well, then, Lady Furina,” Neuvillette started, raising one hand to gently scratch at her underarm, causing her arm to tightly clamp down as she snorted. “You certainly acted out of place during the trial today. I believe you have.. An apology due?” 

He chuckled softly when Furina stuck her tongue out, knowing all too well that she’d be too stubborn and prideful to apologize. She had faced him with a situation today which he’d rather not have dealt with, all the attention on him in an unwanted way. It was a brief moment of embarrassment, undeserving of any genuine negative emotions, but even still, Neuvillette didn’t mind playing around with his archon a little bit like this. 

“You- Ahaha-!! Lehet me gohooo!! Aahehehe– you rohoadkill!” Neuvillette huffed out a fond laugh again, moving the hand against her underarm to the lower side of her torso, his thumb gently digging into the sensitive muscle just above her hip bone, causing her entire body to spasm and jump, a loud gasp breaking free of her. 

“NOho-” She squealed out, her hands finally managing to find the strength to shoot forward and latch onto Neuvillette’s sides, roughly squeezing with as much strength as they could muster. Neuvillette nearly collapsed on top of her, yelping out in surprise before soft, hearty laughter began to flood past his lips. The sudden tickle attack caused his own attack to weaken, with his Archon taking advantage of the hiccup. Her hands instantly went from his sides to his neck, her fingertips ever so lightly gliding and spidering over the sensitive skin. Every so often, her nails would gently trace over it too. Neuvillette scrunched up his neck, his giggles turning into soft laughter, with him hiccuping every so often. 

“He-he, I’ve got you now, you otter- AHehe!! HEY!!” Her triumph was short lived as she squealed out, head tilting back when the gentle squeezing above her hip bone returned. 

And here they were, the two most important people in the Nation of Fontaine, squealing and laughing loudly as they tickled each other in Neuvillette’s office; both blushing, hiccupping and tearing up in mirth.

Outside, a light, gentle drizzle fell over Fontaine. Small, warm droplets fell on the faces of children, who laughed and played, jumping in the tiny puddles which formed on the ground. The sun warmed the land, and fluffy, white clouds littered the sky. A rainbow appeared too, faint but beautiful, spreading through the sky of Fontaine. Oh, well; probably just another moment of strange weather. 

[wanderpawn]

My Dearest Furina

neuvifuri fluff ✧˖°.

word count: 3,085

summary: It's been a quite a few months since Furina has left the Palais Mermonia to live on her own, and her mental health hasn't been the best. But when she receives a letter from her closest friend Neuvillette, she decides it might be time to let her walls down for the person she trusts most.

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, descriptions of mental health medications and intrusive thoughts, they/them pronouns for neuvillette, neuvillette comes out as nonbinary

✧ sfw, fluff, slight hurt/comfort ✧

Furina gazed somberly at the colorful assortment of pills and capsules that speckled the white countertop she stood before. Her knees were weak, and her hands trembled inexplicably as she gripped the sharp edge, tears burning at the backs of her eyes.

The early sun’s rays reflected through the slightly dusty window that faced her on the other side of the counter in her new home. The light gleamed as it passed through the assortment of translucent orange bottles that lay about, the various names written upon them unpronounceable to the average person. 

It had been quite a while now, since life had been this way; ever since Furina had lost her archonhood, and she had moved out of the Palais Mermonia, into her own smaller home. 

It wasn’t the size of the home that bothered her, though. If she really had to admit it, it was the loneliness that came with it. 

The loneliness of not leaving the house. 

The loneliness of taking so many medications.

The loneliness of suffering from such awful thoughts.

And of course, the loneliness of being the only one who had to suffer from such curses.

The former Hydro Archon let out a shaky breath, releasing her clenched fists and moving to delicately brush the collection of pills off the kitchen surface and into her other hand. She tilted her head back, forcing the pills into her mouth and taking a sip of water, and then tilting forward, swallowing. Feeling herself gag, she quickly forced down more water, her hands shaking even more than before.

Once she recovered – as she now did twice a day, every day – Furina sank into her kitchen chair, picking up the day’s mail as she wiped her eyes with her free hand.

‘Bills… solicitors… news… catalogs… more bills…’

‘…Wait, what’s this…?’

Furina’s eyes widened as she gave the letter an anxious once-over.

‘I’d recognize that stationary anywhere.’

The ticklish burning sensation of unwarranted panic raced through her veins as she tore the envelope open, pulling out the heavy-weighted, satiny sheet of paper with her perpetually  clumsy hands.

My Dearest Furina,

How has life been treating you? It has been quite a number of weeks since the last time we’ve met. It does make me wonder how often you leave your home, and for that I worry significantly. 

If you happen to have some extra free time, do feel free to visit the Palais Mermonia whenever you are feeling up to it. I know I, as well as everyone else here, would be delighted to see you again.

I can’t speak for the others, but in my personal opinion, it’s been significantly duller around here without your presence, and I do find myself missing your charisma quite a bit. The halls are rather… empty.

If you can’t make it here in person soon, please at least let me know how you’re doing. As I said before, I worry about you quite a bit.

Most Fondly,

Neuvillette

A drop of water landed on the paper. 

Then there was another one.

One after another, dark spots appeared on the smooth, ivory-colored sheet in her grip.

Furina lifted a hand to her face, and felt warm wetness streaking down her cheeks. The paper crinkled slightly in her other hand.

Oh… not again…

‘It seems like Neuvillette really… cares about me…’

He’s just sending me letters to be nice. 

‘He’s a really good friend…’

He probably doesn’t miss me at all.

‘I should… go visit him…’

I mean nothing to him.

‘I’m… going to go visit him.’

Furina sat up in her chair. She sniffed loudly, and wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks with her sleeve.

“I’m going to go visit him,” she spoke aloud to herself. Her voice sounded weaker than she remembered.

Furina cleared her throat, and spoke, once again.

“I’m going to go visit Neuvillette.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Furina sat awkwardly in a chair outside Neuvillette’s office. Her back was very straight, her feet flat on the floor, and her perpetually shaky hands rested in her lap as she nervously twirled her fingers.

After a few minutes, she heard a quiet stumble to her right. Her head snapped instinctively towards the sound, only to find Neuvillette resting his hand on the back of the chair she sat in.

“My apologies,” he spoke as he held his head in his other hand, “It seems I’ve lost my balance… again…”

Furina gave him a small smile. “Dummy… you should be using your cane. And not standing up so fast.”

He raised his head to face her and sighed. “Yes yes, I know, but isn’t it I who should be scolding you for not leaving your house for months on end? Let alone, for not coming here to visit me at all–”

“When did you become so needy?” Furina laughed.

Neuvillette frowned. “I am not needy, I’m just worried about you.”

“Yes, and we all needed a reminder of your massive crush on me after these past months of separation.”

The Chief Justice stood up straight once more, turning to walk towards his office.

“I feel as though you wish to continue this privately?”

Furina stood to follow him, her slightly shaky smile widening a tiny bit, as she could just barely make out from walking behind him that the tips of his ears were slightly tinted pink.

“I don’t see why not.”

・・・・・・・

Furina sank down into the soft, plush couch in Neuvillette’s office; a position she had been so familiar with for such a long time, and yet somehow she hadn’t even realized how much she missed it during the recent time she had been on her own. It almost felt… welcoming. 

Neuvillette approached the coffee table, the tray of cakes and tea he held in his hands making delicate clinking noises as his hands trembled. Furina thought about how for as long as she had been friends with the Chief Justice, he had been shaky and clumsy. And although no one else was as lucky as she saw herself to be for getting to know this fact about him, she had never understood before why he was this way. 

‘Now I understand… I’m the same way….’

Her typically awkward friend carefully placed the tray down on the table in front of her, then sat down on the couch directly across from her, folding his hands in his lap. Although his actions were in character, he seemed significantly more relaxed than had been for quite some time. 

Furina smiled at him, and he gave a small smile back.

“So… I suppose we should start off with the basics,” Neuvillette spoke finally, after a few minutes of the pair staring at each other with blank smiles on their faces.

“How have you been, Furina?”

Furina’s smile stiffened slightly, though she maintained it well. 

“Good, good…” She twirled her hands in her lap anxiously. “Yes, I’ve been quite alright.”

The Hydro Dragon’s expression softened as he reached for his glass.

“Are you sure?”

The two of them made eye contact as he took a sip of water.

Furina’s gaze danced about the many objects and furniture that decorated the room.

‘She’s anxious…’

Placing the glass on the table once more, Neuvillette had a concerned expression on his face. “You can tell me what’s going on, you know. I still care about you quite a bit, Furina.”

The former Archon shuffled awkwardly in her seat.

‘Should I just tell him what’s going on…?’

Of course not, he doesn’t really care about you.

‘I don’t want to listen to these thoughts anymore…’

Nobody will ever understand you.

‘Maybe… maybe I'd feel better… if I could just talk to someone…’

Furina glanced up, locking eyes with Neuvillette. An expectant, yet worried look contorted his features.

Furina swallowed the lump in her throat.

“I just… my thoughts… they’ve been… torturing me…”

Her eyes flickered out the colorful stained glass window, where the sun’s rays peeked out from behind a couple of slightly gloomy, gray clouds.

“...What do you mean by that?”

“You… probably wouldn’t get it…”

There was a pause. 

“I’d like to hear about it anyway.”

Furina’s gaze snapped to meet Neuvillette’s, and the smallest, yet most comforting smile pulled at his lips.

She took a deep breath. “Well… I suppose they won’t… shut up…. They’ve just been so… doubtful… Telling me everything I’ve done wrong… and that people don’t actually like me…. That my friends don’t actually like me… Like you, who I know in my heart would never be mean to me. And yet, the doubt is always there. It never goes away anymore.”

Neuvillette was silent for a moment, with a contemplating expression on his face. He stood slowly, walking over to the large window. He placed his hand against the clean glass, and Furina knew he was watching for signs of rain.

“I’m sorry…” she mumbled, staring at her hands that rested in a knot atop her thighs.

“Do not apologize,” the Chief Justice turned towards his friend once more. He appeared much more somber now than he did when they first sat down together.

“I think I know exactly what you mean.”

Hearing this, Furina’s eyes widened. 

Neuvillette made his way back over to the sitting area, however, this time he sat next to Furina, a few safe inches away from her. He faced straight forward, his eyes fixated on something across the room. Furina tilted her head to look up at his face, her own expression softening as she thought about how small the distance was between them at the moment. She was so focused on her friend’s words and proximity that she didn’t even notice her heartbeat quickening slightly.

“When the thoughts begin racing, there is not much one can do to ease their anxiety,” Neuvillette spoke slowly, deliberately. “I have experienced the same phenomenon too many times to count. For me, however, it is more about the undeniable fact that others do not view me as I view myself.”

“Ah… I know you’ve always felt like an outsider in Fontaine… That’s what you’re talking about, right?”

Now it was Neuvillette’s turn to take a deep breath. His posture faulted slightly, his hands resting loosely on his knees. It seemed to Furina as though he was avoiding eye contact.

“Of course, that is always a given… Though I am intentionally describing something I’ve meant to tell you for quite some time now. Because you’re talking about intrusive thoughts, which I also experience, and I want you to know that you are not alone. Which is why I’ll tell you that… I am not as masculine as you might think I am. In fact… I am not a man at all.”

Furina blinked a few times to clear her blurry eyes. When her eyes focused again, Neuvillette seemed to be looking at her through his peripheral vision, their gazes locking.

“Why… did you wait over five hundred years to tell me such an important fact about yourself, Neuvi?” She smiled weakly.

“I was waiting for the right time,” He replied stiffly. “Now, please, let us continue to talk about your intrusive thoughts.”

Furina reached over to take one of his hands in hers; an impulse scarcely acted on between the two of them, despite how often it has been experienced by both parties. Neuvillette’s gaze settled on their locked fingers.

“What pronouns would you prefer I use for you?” 

“That’s quite alright, Furina– you don’t need to change the way you speak. I know it’s too inconvenient–”

“Nonsense,” She scooted closer to him. “I want you to be happy with how people see you. And you can start by telling me.”

Neuvillette averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of being in the spotlight– even if it was with the person he trusted the most out of anyone.

“Ah– they… they/them… would be nice,” Their grip on her hand tightened, and they used their other hand to shield their nervous face from their friend’s anticipatory eyes.

“Got it,” Furina smiled reassuringly.

Silence filled the room once more as Neuvillette attempted to calm their nerves. Furina took the opportunity to rest her head against their shoulder, which only made them blush more.

“...Are we going to talk about intrusive thoughts again…?” Neuvillette finally spoke as they stared at their intertwined hands, which rested atop the now nonexistent gap between the two of them. 

“Hm?” Furina looked up at them, her soft eyes and her gentle smile warming Neuvillette’s heart.

“T-the conversation… about intrusive thoughts…?” They smiled awkwardly back at her.

“Oh! Right,” Furina sat up once more, and the sudden lack of warmth against their shoulder made Neuvillette shiver slightly. “I was so distracted from your confession that I totally forgot about our conversation!” She replied, twirling her hair with her free hand.

“I guess… I just feel so weighed down by all the nagging in my head… it’s always beating me up and making me feel awful about every little thing I do… And it’s gotten a whole lot worse since I started living on my own…”

Neuvillette sighed. “May I offer some words of wisdom? Based on personal experience, of course.”

Furina looked up at them, their eyes meeting once more. She nodded quietly.

Still smiling softly at her, Neuvillette began,

“I believe when a person worries about things excessively for no good reason until it becomes detrimental to their health, it is important to think of the source of the thoughts… When you worry about if you’ve fallen into another pattern of constantly playing a part in your daily life; or maybe wondering whether other people see you as a man, woman, or your ideal neutral self; or even something more trivial, like if you turned the lights off in the kitchen before you left to go shopping; perhaps it can be because it’s what you’ve always done for so long… so long that you get accustomed to it, and then the pattern becomes impossible to break. So it’s almost like every time you start to think about breaking the pattern, you have to commit to becoming an entirely new person. And then, even after you’ve gotten halfway to your goal, it can all come crashing down on you at any moment, and you’ll have to start all over again, from the very beginning.”

They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. But finally, Neuvillette’s blush had grown too obvious, and they turned their head to shield their face with their hand once more, thus breaking eye contact.

As Neuvillette faced the other direction, Furina shifted her position until she was sitting in their lap, with her arms tightly wrapped around them, her head resting on their chest and a content smile on her face.

“Ah… Furina, what are you doing…?” Neuvillette’s hands hovered in the air on either side of her, their face tinted a sweet sanguine shade. 

“It’s called cuddling, Neuvi. And you’re supposed to hug me back!”

“Whatever you want is fine with me,” They replied, moving their arms to gently encircle Furina’s slightly smaller frame. One of their hands softly brushed against her ends of her fluffy bob haircut as they pulled her close. Glancing down at her face, which was only inches from their own, they saw her eyes were shut, and she was breathing rhythmically.

“Furina,” Neuvillette whispered. “Are you asleep…?”

The perpetually stressed former Archon stirred slightly, but she remained calm. Then, she drowsily whispered her reply, “You’re so… comforting… Do you know that? You’re my favorite Hydro Dragon…”

Neuvillette’s face had a tint of sadness to it. They empathized greatly with the insurmountable amount of pain Furina must have gone through in the past months, centuries, her entire life– and they really took to heart for the nth time the sorrow of having had to go through it all alone. 

They slowly moved a hand towards Furina’s forehead, gently brushing her bangs aside. They couldn’t feel the texture of her skin through their gloves, but Neuvillette could tell her skin was warm and flushed. Leaning forward, they placed a loving kiss to her forehead. Furina wouldn’t remember it, and if you asked Neuvillette about it, they would deny it. But despite the fact that at the time, neither of them completely realized the full extent of their feelings for each other; the words “I love you” remained unspoken in the air that surrounded them, as they both finally felt at peace in the other’s embrace. 

Despite their lack of understanding of human emotions, the Hydro Dragon– Furina’s Favorite Hydro Dragon, mind you–  had somehow been left with an almost giddy smile on their face. They closed their eyes, muttering one last hope to their dearest friend before they drifted off to sleep.

“I wish for this world to be more gentle on you, my dearest Furina…”

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~ Bonus context/conversation that I couldn’t fit into the story ~

“So, Neuvillette– how did you figure out you were nonbinary~?”

“Ah, um… well… you know how Archons are inherently genderless?”

“Hmm… yes, I think so…”

“Actually… Dragons are much the same. It was only when I gained a human form when I began to be addressed as ‘Monsieur.’ Indeed, it wasn’t my choice, but I just went along with it… Until now, anyway.”

“I see, I see… so you never had a gender in the first place?”

“...Yes, indeed… accompanied by my general lack of understanding of human mannerisms… Well, I never quite understood the whole concept of ‘gender’ at all. Which I think is what led to the piled-up insecurities that drove me to inform you, finally.”

“Hmm… Well, nonetheless, I’m very glad you told me. You can tell me what’s going on, you know. I still care about you quite a bit, Neuvi.”

“Hold on… aren’t those the words I said to you that day?”

“Teehee~!”

“Sigh… It is good to see you acting more playful, though…”

“Only for you, my Most Favorite Hydro Dragon~!”

“How many other Hydro Dragons do you know, anyway?”

“N-none in particular… ehehehe…. But you’re definitely my favorite!”

“You’re… my favorite, too…”

And from that day on, Furina continued to introduce Neuvillette as her “Favorite Hydro Dragon, Neuvillette. For their gender is not Monsieur, nor Madame, but much rather, Hydro Dragon.” (Although they could never stop themselves from getting embarrassed any time Furina mentioned any of that to other people.)

notes: thank you so much for reading ! i hope you enjoyed my little self-indulgent brainrot fic :D

if you want to see the fic on ao3, here's the link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51636109

[ticklish-kirara]

Oh! Maybe a Neuvillette tickled by Furina? I have yet to see enough of their fatherly dauther relationship, they have so much potential!!!

"Do you ever smile?!" Furina asked, pouting up at Neuvillett. He only looked back down with a blank neutral expression, which enough gave Furina her answer.

"Come on, I don't think I've ever seen you almost ceack one even at the funniest preformences their is!" Furina added as Neuvillett stood silent and looked away from the performer.

"Hey, don't ignore me!" Furina said, reaching out poking his sides. "Ehhhhh!" Neuvillett jumped, looking back."Don't do that!" He said, trying to keep his cool.

Furina looked stunned but smirked "Oh you mean this!" Furina then wiggled her fingers on Neuvillett's sides."Ticklish are we?"

"Ahahahaha, cut that out now, ahahahaha!" Neuvillett let out small giggles that became greater laughter with each finger wiggling. "Hahahahahaha not now ahahahah not a good time ahahaha!"

Furina smiled. "But when else am I going to see you laugh and smile like this?" Furina wiggled up, stretching her arms to get his armpits. "Coochie Coochie coo laugh for me more!"

Neuvillette stood still not sure what to do in this situation he stood squirming around, looking at the performer, making a laughing show out of him. He admit deep down that maybe she deserved to be happy, but did she need to do this?

"Heheh, good to see you smile Neuvillette you need to open up more!" Furina fingers dug deeper and wiggled up and down as he laughed harder than anyone would expect from him. This was a great experience for both of them.

[tklpilled]

could i take this genshin character in a (tickle) fight

albedo: probably? unless he uses one of his alchemy tricks or smth idk

alhaitham: i could if he liked me enough

amber: yeah. shes probably smaller than me and even though she's strong i feel like she'd be easy to overpower while being tickled

itto: maybe. depends on the day

baizhu: i could but i wouldn't WANT to because i feel like i'd accidentally kill him

barbara: okay my initial thought was yes. but now that i think about it i feel like she'd be surprisingly good and pull out all the unexpected tricks and stuff

beidou: absolutely not and i'd let her wreck my shit

bennett: obviously

candace: no.

charlotte: i dont know much about her but just looking at her i'm saying yes

chongyun: i dont think that boy has won a tickle fight in his LIFE

cyno: i do think he's REALLY ticklish but tighnari's the only one who could win against him tbh

dainsleif: i think he's ticklish but only in random areas so he'd just stare at me if i tried tickling him and then destroy me

dehya: it would be a good fight. but yes

diluc: on one hand he's super ticklish but on the other hand he'd break my arm easily

eula: yes

faruzan: her old ass bones would SHATTER if i touched her idk

fischl: LMAO yeah

freminet: yes but i'd either let him win or accidentally squish him to death bc i get cuteness aggression and hes like. my son

furina: she'd be way too overconfident in herself and i would DEMOLISH her

ganyu: i could if i wanted to but i'd probably let it end in a tie

gorou: yall act like it'd be easy to beat him. NO that mf is a GENERAL of an ARMY. like i could win but that shit wouldnt be easy

hu tao: i think it'd be close but she'd win. it would be the most fun out of everyone though

jean: i definitely could but i'd be scared to try 😭

kazuha: yes. no question about it

kaeya: HELL no

ayaka: absolutely. she'd let me win too

ayato: idk im kinda scared of him

kaveh: i'd be surprised if he managed to lay a hand on me

keqing: i could if i tried hard enough

kirara: i know nothing about her except that she's canonically ticklish so yes

sara: she's either super ticklish or not ticklish at all i can't decide. so my answer changes depending on which

shinobu: i'm also scared of her but in a way that makes me want to beat her even more

layla: i don't know enough about her but first thought is yes

lisa: god no

lynette: she has not one but TWO brothers definitely not

lyney: i would only win if he let me

mika: i would rock his shit

mona: i could pay her to let me win. i'd win anyway but it would be easier

neuvillette: i'd probably punch him first but yeah

nilou: i could but a part of me wants to let her win

ningguang: yes but only if she doesn't stab me with her $16mil heels first

noelle: she could win if she wanted to but i think she'd be too nice to fight back

raiden: yes. plus i think she'd be curious abt what tickling feels like so she probably wouldnt even try to win

razor: maybe but i'm scared he'd bite me

rosaria: she would ALSO bite me

kokomi: i'd def win. just look at her

shenhe: i could in theory but i feel like she'd accidentally kill me

heizou: i would beat his ass

sucrose: like albedo but MUCH easier

childe: no. he has big brother advantage over me

thoma: honestly i have no clue. i'd just love to have a tickle fight with him regardless

tighnari: i want to say yes but he'd kick my ass if i even thought about it

traveler: i could win EASILY for both of them

venti: i could but i would have to spend like five minutes learning how to undo a corset and it would be really awkward

scaramouche: i want to say yes. i REALLY want to say yes. but realistically........

wriothesley: i wouldnt even waste my time trying

xiangling: in terms of strength and willpower i could probably win but i feel like she's super good with teasing and that would put me at a big disadvantage

xiao: kind of? i don't think he'd know what tickling is/how to do it but i also think he'd kill me before i could teach him

xingqiu: he'd be so confident in himself bc he wins against his friends all the time. hell no i'm beating his pretentious ass UP

xinyan: yes. another really fun one right up there next to hu tao

yae miko: she would end me and i'd probably thank her afterwards tbh

yanfei: see this one is tough bc i can see it going both ways

yelan: another character i don't know shit about. all i know is that she's pretty and her mains scare me so i'm gonna go with no

yoimiya: yes? but i have a feeling she'd kind of let me win bc she thinks its fun

yun jin: in some universe i'd lose. but it damn well isn't this one

zhongli: he'd make me agree to a contract with the tiniest print ever saying "no breathing" or something and then beat my ass when i break it

[chibimochii]

Not sure I've seen your opinion on them but...

What do you think about Neuvillette and Wriothesley? The fact that they have the new buff model is just 🙏

Are you thinking abt pulling for them?

Ahh- I’ve just finished the story quest and… whew- much nicer than I thought. Neuvillette… where should I even begin?… I will but a little thing here in case you haven’t done it yet and don’t want any spoilers/ my theories on things))) you was warned ✨

Anywho- that large pile of poker face… but with a surprisingly squishy and warm inside… like I can’t be the only one who knows/thinks he is the water dragon right?? And it always rains after a trial- which means my man has WAY more emotions than he lets on… I think he is fairly ticklish?? Like not as bad as most. But enough so that you can easily make him turn into a giggling teary eyed puddle on the floor. And IF he is a dragon. Purrs. I think so about Zhongli, I think so for him too. A gentle ler.. doesn’t quite understand tickles. But enjoys making you laugh. Compliments you a lot too-

Mad for the other guy…. I haven’t seen nearly enough of him- but I saw a leak of his his gameplay is. Which makes me realize how. Physically strong this guy is. And yes- I did see the cuffs…. He is a ler… a very ticklish ler. He so far gives me Diluc vibes? With how stoic he seems. Which makes it satisfying to make them crack a smile and a laugh every once in a while…

I might go for them?? We have to wait and see once they release~ I don’t fall for the husbandos easily actually u7u✨