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peache-re · 7 months
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spina di rosula💛
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hyperfixat · 6 months
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okay first of all hiiii genshin community this is my first ever fic for the fandom and i’ve only been playing for about a month and a half TT although i am already at AR 50, so i’m decently confident in writing this.
this is taking place in a self aware genshin alternate universe where the reader has been accused of being an imposter; aka imposter!au. contains fontaine characters >:3
btw. while i am in fontaine’s archon quest, i know little about wrio… and the fortress of meropide, so i took some liberties. and i’m not a lawyer or anything so. expect errors.
600+ Words.
You don’t think this is how prisoners should be treated, what with the heavy white iron shackles, tightly welded around your ankles, wrists, neck, and midriff. It’s excessive, really. Nameless guards and Wriothesley himself escort you to the opera house where your trial shall be held.
As you’re dragged along, you pass hordes of not just Fontaine’s citizens, but international crowds have gathered to see you fall.
You don’t have much hope.
The accusations against you are… grim, it seems. Stealing the face and body of the divine, what is that even supposed to mean? This is your body, how you’ve always been. You can’t even imagine what sort of divine being would sentence someone to… death(?) for simply bearing a striking resemblance to them. The court shall see.
You’d been so excited to see these characters, especially the beautiful Fontainians, but now as you catch sight of Neuvillette, nothing but bitter fear and dread fill you.
Those eyes; gray, blue, purple, undoubtedly gorgeous, are serious, befitting the Iudex. Though you never thought you would be surveyed under them.
“Order in the court.” Neuvillette calls out as the packed audience quiets down from their excited buzz. Furina holds a hand over her chest dramatically, waltzing to the edge of her balcony.
“Will the prosecution please state the reasons behind today’s trial? Lady Furina?” Neuvillette prompts the lady.
“Indeed.” She agrees grandly. “The guilty—!”
“Accused.” Neuvillette interjects.
“Accused,” Furina repeats. “Is charged with attempting to infiltrate the rightful spot of the Creator, a grave sin.”
The crowd boos.
“Don’t worry, my dear citizens and travelers from afar, we will see justice delivered to this sinner!”
“Order.” Neuvillette calls and the crowd hushes. “Will the prosecution present evidence to support their claim?”
“Look at them, Monsieur Neuvillette! The whole room can clearly see that they have crafted themself a mirror image of our true god!” The room rumbles in agreement. Your brow knits with worry, unsure of how (if) you’ll get out of this situation.
Neuvillette turn his gaze solely onto you, looking down from his seat as judge. A few moments of his scrutiny pass. “Defendant, can you refute these claims?”
You try.
“I don’t know what’s going on. I swear on my life, I haven’t intended to offend anyone, this is just how I look. No one will call me by my name—.”
“Boo!” Lady Furina calls from her seat, hushing when Neuvillette sends a sharp look her way.
“—I will admit I’m not from this world, but I don’t know how to explain any of that. I haven’t meant to do any harm.” You look to the crowd. “I’m sorry.”
The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale shifts, one of the weights pulling down, you aren’t sure if it’s in your favor, and doubt it is.
“Is that all from the defendant?” It is. No lawyer would dare represent you, not even a public defense attorney.
“We turn to the judgment of the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale to give us the results of this trial.” With his words the machine rumbles and the sides of the scale quickly move up and down. It settle in the middle and a slip of paper slides out.
“Our defendant is…” the room simultaneously brings in a breath of air. Neuvillette’s voice chokes up. “Innocent.”
“No!” “Impossible!” “Fraudulent!”
“Oh, give me a break.” You moan at the reactions.
Lady Furina, narrows her eyes at you. “Let us settle this with a duel!”
The guards that led you here begin gathering your chains and you panic.
“Wait! Please!” You cry out one last desperate attempt. Neuvillette pauses, looking at you from the side of his eye. The hand holding the oratrice’s results stills.
“Do the words Genshin Impact mean anything to you?”
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grennno · 4 months
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spiderlyla · 5 months
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STARBOY
— (BOXER! WRIOTHESLY × POP STAR!GN! READER)
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★ synopsis: you've captured his attention, that was for sure.
☆ tags: smitten wriothesley, indiciations of a one-night stand, modern au(?), a little bit of cursing.
★ lumi's note: apologies for any mistakes or if it feels wonky. Just got back to writing after the hiatus so I'm probably a bit rusty. Constructive feedback is allowed.
He couldn't remember what led to this.
Or, he does, very vividly, actually.
He remembers the flashing lights of cameras blinding his eyes, the throbbing in his head and the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. He remembers the faint sounds of cheering, the extremely excited announcer praising him over and over again and congratulating him for the win. He remembers his manager patting his back, her face expressionless, but her violet eyes betraying her true feelings of pride.
He remembers being escorted out of the boxing ring, being followed by eager interviewers who couldn't wait to ask him about his victory. He remembers his eyes skimming through the crowds of his fans, all chanting his name. He remembers his eyes glancing at the VIP seats, just to see if it's going to be that little dramatic actress that comes every now and then to cheer him on.
And of course, he remembers meeting those eyes for the first time.
The most gorgeous pair he'd ever seen, if he was being completely honest. You were staring right back at him, an equally gorgeous smile appearing on your face as soon as you realised he was looking right at you.
He remembers getting flustered, realising his nose was still bleeding, that his face was still a little bruised, and that he was a sweating mess while you were the absolute definition of glamour.
And yet, he paused and flashed you that signature, cocky grin of his. His entire team was telling him to move before the interviewers swarmed the hall leading to his changing room, but he was unmoving, and so were those journalists once they noticed why he stopped.
He stepped towards you and stopped just before the metal barrier between the two of you. His icy blue eyes never leave your own. He couldn't lie, you've enchanted him.
"Wriothesly."
You giggle, and fuck, is it the sweetest sound he's ever heard. "Nice to finally meet you, Wriothesly. I'm—"
"I know who you are, I'd be living under a rock if I didn't." His voice was hoarse, and he could feel his heartbeat race when you giggled again. How was this conversation making the adrenaline rush through his body more than the actual fight he just won?
You spread your arm to shake his hand. He stares at it for a moment before taking your much softer palm into his own bruised, scarred hand and pressing a kiss to it.
There was a roar from the crowd, and the cameras blinded the two of you. He remembers wanting to ask you if you'd be at the afterparty his team throws, but he didn't get the chance because he found himself being pulled towards the hall before he even got the chance.
Everything else was a blur, he doesn't even remember how he got to the venue, his brain completely elsewhere as people of his team and other celebrities who came to celebrate his win congratulated him.
He remembers not feeling very sociable that night, which was not in his nature, and it even warranted a few questions out of everyone around him, asking if he was well, if the injuries he sustained were affecting his mood.
He just played it off cool, saying with all those blows he got to his head over time, maybe this job really was catching up to him.
He knew it wasn't that, but he couldn't exactly tell them that his mind was so preoccupied with the thought of you that he couldn't bear to hold a conversation with anyone else.
He spent the first hour of the night sitting by the bar, chatting idly with a few of his friends in the industry, teasing his personal nurse scolded him for always being so reckless, making small talk with his legal advisor—who really had no idea how to do small talk despite being an incredibly well spoke man.
And just as he went to order his third drink of the night, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder, so much so that he almost didn't feel it.
He didn't fully turn at first, only glancing back for a quick second, to see those eyes that have enamoured him in the crowds staring back at him.
"Do you usually sulk after winning a match that big?" You slip into the high chair next to him, your tone teasing yet your smile sweet and genuine. He laughs, taking a sip of his drink. "Not at all, no." He could feel the glass slipping through his fingers, palms sweating as he realised how close in proximity you were, your knee brushing against his own. He never got nervous, it was his brand to be suave. To be cool.
Just an exchange of words from you was enough to make 'The Duke of the Fortress' weak.
"But we have no one to blame for my state but you." You laugh, and his cheeks bloom with colour, yet his expression remains the same. Hazy eyes and a small grin. He doesn't want you to stop laughing, he was getting drunk off of the sound—and he can assure you, it had nothing to do with this goddamn Brandy he's been sipping on for the past few minutes.
"Me? What have could I have possibly done to dampen the mood of 'The Great Duke' ?" Hearing his title in the ring coming out of your mouth flustered him just in the slightest. "What have you not done? You haven't left my mind since I saw you."
You look away shyly, but the smile on your face indicates that you didn't dislike it. He wonders if you're always like this. Surely a star like yourself has heard so many compliments, surely you've been subjected to the flirty attitude of many fans or even co-workers that you've gotten used to this type of treatment.
Or did you like him just as much as he liked you?
"Hm, are you this flirty with everyone else?" His eyes were fixated on your lips, watching them purse around the rim of the glass you held, and he took a breath, the air escapes his lung in an alarming speed with every minute he spends next ti you.
What is happening to him?
He put his hand on his chest dramatically, gasping at your accusal. This was the third time he made you giggle that night. "Pardon? How could you make such an accusation?"
"Oh, I mean no offense, I was just wondering, your grace."
Something inside of him stirs, and he feels himself getting hot even though he sat directly under the air conditioner's shaft.
Wriothesley clears his through before speaking again, "Okay, I'll forgive you just this time." You roll your eyes at his teasing, and he notices, his grin getting wider. "But to answer your question, no, of course not. No one captures my attention easily."
Your blooming cheeks, the way your teeth press down on your lower lip to prevent a wide smile from spreading all prove one thing to Wriothesly.
You definitely liked him as much as he liked you.
It gets a little blurry from here again.
He vaugly remembers you spoke, for hours, it seemed. Your voice was so clear to him that it was almost like no one was in the room but the two of you. He remembers spotting a few people staring at the two of you as you laughed together, gossiping about the budding...situation that was developing.
He remembers you shared more drinks, he remembers how when you put a hand on his arm, his entire body tensed up. He remembers you pulling him to the dance floor, and him 'begrudgingly' agreeing, claiming he does not know how to dance. He remembers Cloranid's eye roll when she heard that, silently conveying to him that the facade he was putting on was not fooling anybody.
He remembers laughing so much at your dance moves that his stomach ached, he assumed being such a famous pop star would teach you a thing or two about dancing, but that didn't seem like the case with you. He remembers the crowd getting bigger on the dance floor at the start of a certain song, so much so that you had to squeeze against him. He remembers dancing with you till he couldn't feel his legs anymore, he remembers you asking him if he wanted to get out of here. He remembers saying yes, and he remembers intertwining his fingers with yours, leading you out of the crowd.
He doesn't remember what happened after that, he couldn't remember what led to this situation he was in.
He had no idea what to do about it either.
Because it was five in the morning, he was in a room he did not recognise, and he had the most famous singer in Teyvat all cuddled up against his chest.
He looks at your sleeping form, how perfect it was to have you next to him, how right it felt.
He should've probably called his manager, or heck, your manager. They were most definitely panicking about the whereabouts of the two of you, as evident by the presistent buzzing of both of your phones.
He should've woken you up, he should've done so many things.
But all he did was take another glance at you, before shutting off his phone, and pulling you closer to his body under the sheets.
He'll worry about it when he wakes up.
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small-berry-buns · 9 months
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Okay so you guys remember when I said I might change her design once Fontaine was out…? Well yeah I did ksksksks
Here she is in all her glory! I think that her name will me Amélie nicknamed Ada by her friends!
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mmeimono · 8 months
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I'm very normal about him
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lucishell · 9 months
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the three genders: catgirl, whore and they
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mintyisdrawing · 9 months
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Celebrating Fontaine's release tomorrow with the three sibling! I hope you win all the characters you want 💕
IG: mintysarts
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direneedofsleep · 5 months
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freminet screenshots! 🐧❄️
look at the lil smile in the first one omgggb\gsbsgdbdf\
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he and pers are my bb 😊💞💞
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scara-blogs · 10 days
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Why hello my silly little man 🥹
wearing your coat all wrong. love that for you
It’s not really even on his shoulders. It’s just hanging on his head. He’s so silly♥️
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operaepiclese · 6 months
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— 🦦 | Wriothesley and Neuvillette icons!
Icons feitos por @wangjifairy créditos a ela @/wangjifairy no spirit! De like no post ou reblog se pegar.
sinta-se a vontade para pedir icons dos personagens de fontaine conosco 🌊
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palebluetroye · 5 months
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genshin impact - felis fuscus
lyney wallpaper
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grennno · 5 months
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don’t cry
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epsiloner · 7 months
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🤖﹕4.O genshin impact icons. freminet, lyney, lynette, icons, pfps reblog/like if save edits by meꜝꜝ
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ynnllsn · 14 days
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You know what I need??? Fontainian men, reacting to their sumerian gfs doing native dances (like belly dancing in a very sheer thin costume in Festival) I cannot do it, please please please SOMEBODY IF YOU KNEW THIS WAS ALREADY MADE PLEASE TELL ME AND MENTION ME OF THEIR GODLY WORKS I NEED TO READ THEM. I AM GOING FUCKING FERAL DAYS TRYING TO SUFFICE MY THIRST
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mmeimono · 8 months
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Babyyy
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