#'Lady Furina I believe I may be 'in love''

[toasteaa]

Something something you stop by Neuvillette's office to bring him something and have a quick visit and the second you leave, a sun shower starts up.

Slowly at first, as if the sky itself is hesitant to let the rain fall before it opens up completely. Rain lines the streets with gold and clings to fresh flowers sitting in open stalls. A few citizens seek shelter under awnings and cafe umbrellas; one couple braves the rain and laughs on their stroll.

This rain is warm. Welcoming. Unlike the cold, unforgiving rain that follows an evening trial.

It's an embrace; a realization and a confession rolled up in one, heavy, cloudless rain.

One that you just haven't figured out yet.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #sorry everyone I had the vision of Neuvillette falling in love/realizing hes falling in love and it just starts raining #not because he's said but because it's such an intense emotion that he's rarely ever felt that it just starts raining #it's nothing compared to when he first started recognizing this feeling as love. THAT was a downpour. #It was so bad in fact that Furina literally came to check on why he was so upset and he was like #'Lady Furina I believe I may be 'in love'' #and Furina is like...'but why is it raining tho?? Are you okay???' #He's not okay. He's old he's exhausted and he's falling in love. There's a LOT on his mind right now!!! #Thinking anout that teapot line again. About how loving and being loved in return is something that he felt so strongly about. #Picking up lovesick and hopeless romantic Neuvillette in my arms and smooching him rn #okay visibilty tag time: #x reader #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #This is so Eclairette coded but idc y'all be indulgent with me before I explode

[abyssruler]

melusines and misunderstandings

neuvillette x gn!reader

you ask neuvillette out on a date, but as always, fate conspires to give the prettiest faces the most oblivious minds. luckily for him, the melusines are there to offer feedback as his pseudo-therapist.

Neuvillette thinks you have a crush on Lyney.

He doesn’t begrudge the magician for capturing your heart, not when it paints a lovely look on your features as you stared up at him with stars in your eyes and asked him if he could accompany you to the twins’ latest magic show.

He says yes, of course, if only so he may see they way your face lights up in a brilliant smile. His cheeks flush a light shade of red when you grasped his hand in gratitude and told him to meet you tomorrow in the afternoon.

Later that night, he lays on his couch with a distinctively depressed air.

“It’s a date!” One of the melusines tries to reassure him, the rest of them chirping their agreements as they crowded around his slumped form.

“It is not,” he tells them solemnly, “the magician Lyney is the person they want to see.”

“They could have gone alone, but they asked you to come watch the show with them. It must mean that they want to spend time with you, Monsieur Neuvillette!” A chorus of yeah! and yes! come after that proclamation.

Neuvillette isn’t convinced, but for the sake of the melusines, he will put on a brave face and pretend that he believes them. If only so they will not worry anymore.

“Yes, I suppose all of you are right.”

✧

They were, as it turns out, right.

You laugh, a hint of incredulousness and amusement in your voice.

“Wait—you think I like Lyney?” You dissolve into another fit of giggles.

Neuvillette finds himself at a loss for words. “So… you do not like him?”

“No!” You gasp, as though the idea of liking Lyney was an outrageous thing. “I’ve given you so many clues! How have you not realized it yet?”

He blinks, tilting his head in confusion, but an idea begins to form in the back of his head. Hope and disbelief war inside him, but he needs confirmation from you to truly believe the thought that has formed in his mind.

You smile, equal parts fond and exasperated.

“I like you, not Lyney.”

And, well, he supposes Lady Furina’s claims of him being an oblivious nut has more truth to it than he once thought.

#just imagine neuvillette laying down on one of those long couches they always show in movies during therapy #with a gaggle of melusines surrounding him and listening to his woes #they’re used to it by this point #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #gn reader

[themissinghand]

i was wondering if you could do another story with the 12th Harbinger you created "brighella" if if remember. i really liked reading the two stories about her

Genshin Impact: Oh Hydro Dragon, What is Your Wish?

Summary: In which Neuvillette discovers a new Miracle Magician in town, one who brings joy and wishes to life. He learns that humans are complex beings and that human feelings can be delightful, to the depressing.

Or, you, as Tsaritsa’s proxy, Brighella, infiltrate Fontaine for the purposes of watching over Arlecchino, but a certain Hydro Dragon appears to be more fun than you thought. 

Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader

Note: Thanks for the request! Also, with the 4.2 update of the game out, how could I NOT write about it? 

Warning: A bit of angst and betrayal, after all, everything is just a play, and you are all characters of a show.

Also, spoilers for Fontaine Archon Quest!

★・・・・・・★

The Opera Epiclese glittered with splendor as noble laughter and melodies echoed through the opulent halls. 

A new talent has emerged. 

A magician, not of mere tricks but of miracles, with the power to weave dreams into reality. The people of Fontaine, including the Hydro Archon Furina herself, and Ludex Neuvillette, were charmed by this mysterious enchanter.

“Tell me what you wish for, little noble child.”  

But perhaps it was not just their show that caught Neuvillette’s attention, rather their genuine love for humans. 

“I wish for you to heal my mother’s face!” A gasp echoed throughout the room with a mix of disbelief and mockery. 

Indeed, all nobles and VIPs did not believe such a thing, but even with so much noise, Neuvillette could easily pick out what the magician whispered.

“Which one is your mother, little one?” 

When the child forcefully pulled her mother to the stage, the noble lady already had a veil to cover her face. With the rumours circulating the room, it appears that the lady was burned badly in order to save her child from a house fire. 

Due to such a bad burn and scarring, no doctor has been able to restore her original beauty. 

Neuvillette did recall such a trial occur a while back.

“Shh, Shh. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to ask everyone to quiet down. After all, you could only witness miracles if you paid attention.” Neuvillette watched closely, curious and attentive despite Lady Furina pulling on his sleeves and excitedly waiting for a miracle.

“Madame, please repeat your child’s wish. Only the person who wishes for it, may the miracle occur.”

Thinking of nothing of it, the noble lady repeated the wish outloud. The magician slowly drag one hand from one side of her face to the other, and right before everyone’s eyes, her burn had completely disappeared. 

“W-What?” The lady touched her face with shock, then with gratitude, and broke down on the spot. 

“Mom!”

“What did you do?!” 

“That is a secret of course.” The magician out a finger on their lips.

“Thank you for helping my wife.”

Neuvillette was confused, he did not sense any use of a vision. He expected the magician to perhaps possess the powers of a dendro vision, after all, some of them could heal wounds. 

But this…he had never seen such power before. 

“Please, can I make a wish?” This gentlemen seemed like a middle-age worker, one who barely compiled enough money to enter the opera house for a show. 

“Go ahead sir.” The magician ignored the nobles and beelined for the gentlemen. 

“My house and many other homes near the sea was washed away with the large rainstorm last week, please...I wish for them to be rebuilt!” 

Once again, despite the gentlemen pleading and even tearing up for a wish, the magician smiled gently and held his hand. 

“Your wish is my command.” The magician handed him multiple unique keys, and looked at Neuvillette with a patient look. 

“If Monsieur Neuvillette could lead this gentlemen to his house safely, there would be no doubt to my credibility.” 

There was absolute confidence in their voice, and since everyone was looking at Neuvillette with such curious and pleading eyes, Neuvillette stood up. 

“Alright.” 

With a snap of fingers, Neuvillette felt the world shift underneath his feet. No, it was the shadows that engulfed a group of people to teleport them here.

In an instant, they had travelled from the center of the city, to the edge. 

As promised, those who were curious arrived at the area where houses were supposedly washed away, but instead were brand new as if a disaster has never struck. 

Neuvillette saw many people who cried at this miracle, and the gentlemen who made the wish immediately rushed into his own home to check everything.

"How? It was a wasteland just a day ago...how...you are a saint!"

When all the residents confirmed their house and nothing out of place, Neuvillette truly saw a miracle. 

An entire village built with just a wish. 

A truly great, but dangerous power. 

When Neuvillette turned to find the magician, they were already gone. 

The Miracle Magician.

A name that danced through Fontaine, and gained great popularity especially among the middle and lower class. 

Neuvillette made it a mission to find you and talk to you.

It wasn’t hard to find you.

Where there are moments of joy and wonder, the Miracle Magician will be there.

You who stood at the center of it all, made others smile and grateful for everything you’ve done.

The people loved you for your miracles and kindness, and gave back with what they can. 

Captivating outdoor performances that left Neuvillette enchanted, not just by the magic, but by the warmth and understanding that the Miracle Magician exuded.

The Miracle Magician was popular as they were desirable, for people of different status and desires approached them with good or ill intentions. 

Neuvillette was not surprised by this developments after all, he’s seen many of these human emotions in court.

Relief, gratitude, sincerity, and love. 

But also greed, envy, hatred, and distrust. 

He may not understand them well, but he can identify them.

Neuvillette was worried at first, and watched you from afar in case of any crime to occur. However, little did he know that you were just as talented as leaving the scene without a trace, and you appeared right behind him. 

“Hello, to what pleasure does the honorable Ludex Neuvillette have with me?” 

“Who are you?” Neuvillette asks, looking down at the Miracle Magician with vigilance and curiosity. 

“I am a Miracle Invoker. One who makes wishes come true.” Then with a mischievous smile, you extended a hand. 

“What is your wish, Ludex Neuvillette?”

“I do not have a wish.” The magician was stunned briefly, before they withdrew their hand. 

“That is fine too.” For some reason, the magician looked peacefully content with his answer. Sensing an unspoken initiation for conversation, the magician smiled politely at him. 

“Would you like to go on a walk? I can foresee a lot of questions from you, Monsieur Neuvillette.” He nods. 

“Follow me, perhaps our talk will be easier in a more private space.” 

Both of you went to a nearby restaurant, where the owner immediately recognized Neuvillette, and gave the two a private room. 

Little did Neuvillette know that this conversation was one of the most pleasant he’d had in decades. The magician began to share tales of distant lands, weaving narratives that spoke to the deepest corners of Neuvillette's ancient heart. 

They were naturally an entertainer, one who dramatize stories and share them as if they were in a play. Neuvillette listened for the most part, enjoying their little act.

They shared stories that sounded familiar, and ones that were foreign, regardless, he found you as good company while he drank his water. 

“Forgive me for being rude, but I haven’t gotten your name.” At the end of the two hour conversation, Neuvillette asked for this mysterious Miracle Invoker's name. 

With a polite curtsy, and a tip of their flamboyant hat, they responded with a professional smile. 

“I have no name, but if you must address me, you may deem me as a ‘Miracle’.” 

What a strange name. 

One who refers to themselves as their profession.

Neuvillette has many questions, but chooses not to ask.

As they spent more time together, the Miracle Magician became a confidant for Neuvillette. The dragon, who witnessed the passage of ages, revealed the weight of his solitary existence. 

The magician listened, offering a sympathetic ear and a comforting presence. Neuvillette, for the first time in centuries, felt understood despite his lack of expression in his feelings.

“I am not a god as you may have assumed, Monsieur Neuvillettte. I am simply an existence that is created to make wishes come true.” 

“Nonsense. Are there not requirements for a wish?” 

“The only requirement is that the person who wishes is happy.” 

“…you are lying.” A laugh, Neuvillette watches the magician break out of their polite demeanor. 

“Oh Monsieur Neuvillette, what is your wish?”

“I do not have a wish.” 

“I see. Perhaps one day you will tell me your wish.” 

One day, after a long exhausting trial, Neuvillette stepped out for a stroll. He walked and observed as humans walked past him with their own stories to tell, and their own role to play. 

A routine of his as rain fell from the sky. 

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

But why in this black and white world, were you here?

“Monsieur Neuvillette, why are you standing in the rain alone?” You who held a colourful and flamboyant umbrella quickly shielded him from the rain. 

Startled by this unique predicament, he simply stared.

“Why…are you here?” 

“I enjoy the rain.” 

The magician smiled before extending a hand. 

“Would you like to make a wish, dear Neuvillette?”

This time, Neuvillette didn’t respond to accept or reject your offer, but instead accepted your hand and chose to walk ahead. 

Neuvillette held your hand like a gentleman, ensuring there was nothing scandalous that could occur from this action. 

But he felt his heart beating harder than before, as if he had come alive again.

“The world is beautiful, isn’t it?”

The magician suddenly says, as they take down the umbrella. Colour came back to his world as if the curtains of the stage unveiled itself.

Sun rays appear from behind the dark clouds and people rush out to see a beautiful rainbow stretching across the skies.

“The Hydro Dragon must be happy!” A little boy exclaimed as he ran around happily. 

“Monsieur Neuvillette, storms will come to pass, just as sunny days will turn to night. But what’s important is that you live now, where peace exists and people can be happy.”

The magician pulls out a blue rose from behind their back and suddenly slots it behind his ear.

With a cheeky smile, you kiss his gloved knuckles. 

“I wish for your happiness, oh Hydro Dragon.”

Neuvillette didn’t know what this feeling was, a quite foreign one for himself, but he doesn’t find it annoying or worthless. 

“Look! It’s a double rainbow!” 

As days turned to nights and nights to days, Neuvillette found himself drawn not just to the enchanting magic of the Miracle Magician but to the soul beneath the illusion. The Miracle Invoker, with genuine kindness, had become a beacon of trust and solace for Neuvillette.

So why? 

Why are you standing by the suspect’s side? 

“Stand down, dear 11th.” In an instant, the Tartaglia released his transformation. 

“Brighella?” Neuvillette heard the suspect whisper out your name, and he felt himself turning his hands into fists. 

“The Miracle Magician?! Why, why are you here?!” 

"Shh, shh," You hushed the crowd, a calming spell woven into your words. 

You stepped forward, gracefully interposing between Neuvillette and Childe. 

“What is going on?!” Lady Furina exclaimed, looking between Neuvillette and you with a bewildered expression. 

“Now, since the true guilty party has been brought forward, and even Ludex Neuvillette himself deemed my friend innocent, is there a reason for this show to proceed? Does Foutaine’s justice perhaps leave the final verdict to a machine? If so, why would we need a trial in the first place?” You put a hand to Childe’s shoulder, and the man immediately relaxed, and looked at you with a happy expression. 

You smiled, still in your new role that you’ve created for this very moment, and bowed. 

Neuvillette, sensing the unspoken authority, hesitated. 

“I wish for this trial to end peacefully, and ‘I’ to be forgotten by Fontaine.” 

Neuvillette widened his eyes and rushed towards you, but with a sly look, you stopped him with your flamboyant hat, a forcefield pushing him back. A huge tsunami burst forth in the court with water rushed around you. 

“You lied to me.”

You laughed slyly, your image as the Miracle Magician he’d always known slowly faded away.  

“Who are you?” Neuvillette felt a sense of loss and grief, and even for a moment doubted himself and his ability to properly “judge” humans emotions.

“Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry.” A hand reached out to wipe under his eye, your voice was the same, though you had a mocking expression on your face. 

“Oh Hydro Dragon, what is your wish?”

A portal appeared behind you, with Tartaglia pulling on your coat tail to signal you to leave. 

“I wish-” You put a finger to his lips.

“To think I’d see such an expression on Chief Justice, the Hydro Dragon Sovereign himself…” A smirk rose to your face, paining him even more.

“That is what it means to be human.”

In an instant, the two vanished, leaving behind a bewildered courtroom. Neuvillette felt a headache, but when he turned around, Lady Furina was already leading the court with her dramatics. 

And just as you wished, the “Miracle Magician” was no more, just as how Tartaglia was never part of the trial in the first place. 

The Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale still revealed the verdict as guilty, just not to Tartaglia, but to the true guilty party.

Neuvillette picked up your hat, and held it tightly in his hands. 

The next few days, it was raining harder than usual with Neuvillette’s figure disappeared completely from the public. 

He watched every moment he spent with you in the rain, and the joy you brought to the people. He regretted not making a wish. 

Now, no one in Fontaine knew you, and only he and Lady Furina recalled such a name. 

"Brighella."

Neuvillette hoped to find you again, even if you were a lie.

Just like your name, you appeared like a “Miracle”, and disappeared like one too.

#genshin impact fanfic #childe genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact #genshin spoilers #fontaine #neuvillette #furina #hydro archon #hydro dragon #genshin impact harbingers #genshin harbingers #fatui harbingers #gn y/n #gn reader #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #childe tartagalia #neuvilette genshin #neuvilette x reader #neuvilette x you #angst #betrayal

[ayoharuko]

Lady Furina’s demo has to be one of the best, it seems like I’m watching a whole trailer for a comedy series😭😂

So many things are happening at once, as you can see from the pictures i have selected.

Her Teaser on the other hand is..so different from her Demo-

Made me more sadder but excited for her story, I believe she is out right now and i will be pulling for her and Charlotte because i love her so much.

I’ll also be getting the weapon simply because it looks super cool-

How i love being a whale😍 (My wallet needs help-)

Also….

Furina Wanters shall have Furina!💙

Baizhu Wanters shall have Baizhu!💚

Charlotte Wanters shall have Charlotte!💝

May Diluc, Tighnari, Mona, Qiqi, Dehya & Jean stay away🤺

May everyone get the Weapon they want and not get scammed and may everyone win their 50/50s!

Btw, I’m not gonna be pulling for Baizhu since i have the pretty boi so yeaaaa

I’m super excited for the story and lore as well as Skirk🤭

Hope your pulling sessions go well Cuties!💜💜💜

#Post by: Ayo Haruko/Emiko Haruko #Hoyoverse #Mihoyo #Genshin Impact #Furina #Baizhu #Charlotte #good luck on pulling everyone :3

[ae-to-the-snow]

since you (maybe) finished fontaines archon quest, what are your thoughts about it?

🔮 anon <3

IT WAS SO COOL

Spoilers below for the Fontaine Archon Quests Act 1 and Act 2!! Proceed at your own discretion.

BROOO LIKE THE TRIAL AND EVERYTHING... Ok I was a Danganronpa kid (red flag ik) BUT I WAS GEEKING OUT. I GUESSED THE TWISTS. felt proud... And brooo it hurt me that the traveler doesn't like Lyney after all that. I understand that tho ! But if it were me I seriously didn't care about Lyney and Lynette being Fatui related like he said, he was showing us his true self and not the part of him that joined the Fatui. You can tell he doesn't fucking approve of their ways but he does it anyways because at first he wanted the protection for his siblings but when he realized the Fatui dark side he knew he couldn't get out likely... Just my prediction/theory tho

As for the rest... I loved the ending where that guy is murdered. They really had me believing he was gonna be happy with his love but I was pleasantly wrong... Yeah the news of the girls going missing disturbed me but it didn't really attach me to them and make me hate this guy. BUT HIS ENDING MANAGED TO MAKE ME HATE HIM AT HIS VERY ENDING AND SUPPORT THE LADIES... GOODNESS THAT WAS MY FAVORITE MOMENT. I LOVED THAT... WHY IS NO ONE TALKING ABOUT IT I LOVE IT WHEN CRIMINALS GET SHIT BC WE'VE BEEN REDEEMING AND UWU FYING THEM TOO MUCH...

Also also, Colirivia... Like oh my god the yuri. When she first appeared I was cheering LET'S GO SAPPHICSSSSSS

Clorinde is a lot softer and less cold than I thought. I expected her to be like Keqing/Sara but no... I actually really like Clorinde. She's so cool.

About Furina... I'm really invested in her. Yes she's annoying and all but like it's just so right. I usually hated characters because they're just not for me, but I don't hate Furina even if she's annoying and all. You can tell she doesn't mean to and that she's only doing this for some other reason. Okay so the Fontaine visions and everything give us a constant theme. Duality. Everything comes in pairs in Fontaine... Pneuma Ousia, Furina having split colour eyes, the gliders being split colour too... And we notice that with hydro vision wielders, they have another side of them that they show and the other side they hide. Like a play, a mask, a performance. And I see that clearly with Furina. I love her augh even if I wanna squeeze her. I can ramble a lot tbh this is what happens when an autistic bitch has a SI in Genshin...

And I notice that Furina is clearly actually very caring. She only puts up an act of flamboyance, which I believe may be her way of getting love from the people. She is noticeably unknowledgeable and lacking in certain aspects, but would you notice that if you were focused on her theatrics? I think she believes that the people cheering and supporting her in an opera like performance is her kind of love, believing she's doing a good job maintaining that belief and worship in her as a god. Which she needs to keep up, because not only does the energy there rely on her people's beliefs, but the previous Hydro archon died, leaving her with a lot of expectations to shoulder. She seems to judge other gods, so she probably noticed how Nahida was treated, and didn't want that for herself so she actively tries and tries to get her people's love, AND IT'S WORKING.

I feel like due to the recent trials and oratrice incident however, that this belief is starting to shake, which is where we get act 3 of the AQ. As the energy supply is malfunctioning, Furina will struggle to regain those beliefs in her, and I think that could be her character arc. Realizing that she can't keep wearing a mask forever, she'll definitely do something about that. I'm really invested in her... I can't wait.

Also also I think Wriothesley, who's in charge of the prison, will personally oversee Tartaglia. That's when we meet him and all, bc the traveler cares about Childe and will probably request to see him.

Speaking of Wrio, I can't wait to see his dynamic with Sigewinne. They're so cute...

I think I like every single character tbh. Every character in Fontaine has some depth and expectation subversion... Oh shit wait that's the entire theme of hydro nation. Lmao. How fitting.

AUHHHH I COULD RAMBLE MORE

#genshin impact #genshin 4.0 #genshin archon quest spoilers #fontaine quest spoilers #Fontaine quest #genshin fontaine #ae's asks #🔮 anon #genshin theories #genshin speculation #furina #clorinde #navia genshin #lyney and lynette #lyney

[transmascaraa]

assigning different genshin chars to plavi orkestar(blue orchestra) songs!

characters: lyney, wanderer, kazuha, heizou, xiao, venti, gaming, furina

author's note: alright i wanna do something before i do the 6 reqs that i have. i'm from bosnia and i love ex-you music, especially plavi orkestar so this is kinda a self-explanatory thing lol anyways you can search for the lyrics online and then translate them or something because i just think that they fit these chars so yeah🤷‍♂️

• Lyney - puteru puteru

i think this one suits him cuz like it's about thinking you're not all that good to your lover, although... "puter" means "butter" so you're basically calling the one you love "butter" and yes that doesn't make sense. but i think it suits him, see the lyrics and you might get it lol

"ja sam tebe prvi poljubio, ja sam tebe svemu naucio." (i was the one who kissed you first, i was the one who taught you everything.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Wanderer - nisam je probudio

alright. let me just translate the name "i didn't wake her up" and it suits him imo. not looking at how all the songs are with fem prns unfortunately but just at the lyrics. there's also lines like "majko, zasto me nije cekala?" and more, and "majka" means "mother". he's like asking his mother why didn't "she" wait for him etc etc the lyrics really explain him if he lost you or smthn help i would cry rn this fits him so much actually in the chorus the lyrics are "ako si me voljela sto me nisi povela" translating to "if you loved me, why didn't you bring me" as in like why didn't you bring him to death with you or something

"majko, da li znas, jos sam sam." (mother, do you know, i'm still alone.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• kazuha - ne mogu ti nista osim srca dati

"i can't give you anything other than my heart" and i think it's so accurate for kazuha frfr. the way that it's sung is just so kazuha-coded imo especially when the chorus says "uzmi ili ostavi" when talking about his heart and it means "take it or leave it" and i think that he's just like thatttt he would accept it either you loved him or not because he's still ready to sacrifice his everything for you even though you may not love him cuz the lyrics are also "preslab da te zadrzim, prejak da ti oprostim, morat cu da prezivim." aka "too weak to keep you, too strong to forgive you, i'll have to survive" and for some reason i imagine kazuha singing that

"ne mogu ti nista osim srca dati, osim svoje ljubavi." (i can't give you anything other than my heart, other than my love.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Heizou - zarazi me svojim poljupcem

a lot of their songs are about tragic love yes so just take the angst lol back to heizou. now it's "infect me with your kiss" and it's canon because i'm the mole under his right eye. it's basically about begging for one last kiss and rejecting to believe that you left him. also in the chorus there's also "i prenesi, duso, tugu na mene" meaning "and pass, darling, the sorrow on me" also another thing i wanna say, "dusa(duša but i don't use the čćšđž in my language cuz i'm lazy)" means "soul" but when talking to a loved one or someone it can also mean "darling" so yeah. help i love this song sm

"sanjao sam nocima, da ti ljubim vrat." (i dreamt for nights, that i was kissing your neck)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Xiao - sava tiho tece

"the Sava flows quietly" and the Sava is a river on the border between bosnia and croatia. and xiao doesn't really show emotions all that much but i think that this is what his brain would at least be like. really sad cuz he has to leave you aka you have to leave him. "zadnje nam je vece, draga. postala si dama." means "it's our last night, dear. you became a lady" and i think it suits him idk tho

"vec je meni, dal ces moci, poslije mene, ljubiti." (instead, it's to me, if you will be able, to love, after me.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Venti - kad si sam, druze moj

now honestly i had two ideas in mind. either this, "when you're alone, my friend" or "bolje biti pijan nego star" (better to be drunk than old) and let me tell you. if you're looking for a sad love song, see "bolje biti pijan nego star" but if you just want a good angsty song to relate to, i recommend this. "da si nista onome, ko je tebi bio sve." is "that you're nothing to the one, who was everything to you" and something tells me that he relates to that. love this song and i love venti too sooooo ("pio-ne pio" is basically "drink or not drink" without the "or". that's how we sometimes say stuff lol)

"hej, pio-ne pio, voljet cu te ja." (hey, drink-not drink, i will love you.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Gaming - sedam

basically "seven". yes, the number. 7. it talks about how without you, 7 days lasts like a day to him. also that eternity lasts for 7 days for him without you. i think it suits him, honestly. he wants you, but can't have you anymore, so he's mostly talking about his day/days and how they pass, always mentioning how it's not the same as before.

"cini mi se ljubav da je to..." (it seems like love to me...)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

• Furina - sacuvaj zadnji ples za mene

STOP I IMAGINE FURINA DANCING TO THIS. IT FITS SO MUCH FHSHBSS "keep you last dance for me" and it's canon cuz i said so. "ma makar bio lazni, zagli me nocas, draga, najbolje sto znas." translates to "even if it's fake, hug me tonight, dear, the most you know" and it's basically like you're planning to part from her. i imagine this song tho YOU singing it to her. despite the first person male prns. still, i love the idea of it. "za mene vrijeme vise nema vaznosti, nije vazno ko je kriv." is "for me time doesn't have importance anymore, it doesn't matter who is guitly." i want to cry at every single word in this song because it's so much for furina. i can't listen to it without thinking of Focalors' last dance plssss it's so sad and it fits her so muchhhh

"kisne kaplje padaju po prozoru, mozda ce ti suze sakriti." (raindrops falling on the window, maybe they'll hide your tears.)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

help it took me an hour and a half to make this.

i love it

i should stop obsessing over this lmao nobody is gonna understand me unless they understand the song/lyrics

i hope you liked it nonetheless

i want to do this again(i will sometime)

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fluff #furina #gaming #lyney #wanderer #venti #xiao #heizou #kazuha #plavi orkestar #song headcanons #i love other ex-yu bands like zabranjeno pusenje too (forbidden smoking) #i should start on doing those 6 reqs now #should maybe be done by tomorrow??? #⑅⁠čikonyxo's post🎭

[myjustice]

Oh Lady Furina, our dear regina, I feel so blessed to be sitting before you! The wait was long, but it was worth it.

I-I honestly can't believe this is happening, I can swear I'm dreaming.

Forgive the ramblings of this humble nobleperson my lady. I c-come seeking your divine wisdom on many things! But with the festive day of lovers coming soon I will take this opportunity for what it is and was wondering if maybe you would, forgive my unworthiness and boldness, like to be my Valentine?

the fawning was commonplace, buttering that she had grown so used to after such a long period of time. she soaked it up as if she were a flower bathed under the rays of the sun, coming to life under its attention when, truth be told, she could do just fine without. ' hahaha of course! ' she played her role. ' good things come to those who wait after all, my fair citizen. ' just how long was she supposed to wait for her good thing to come, if that's the case. how much longer did this have to drag on?

' come now, speak your mind. you have my undivided attention. ramble to your heart's content, it is your time. ' she swore, crossing one leg over another as elegantly as she often did, her water swept gaze sparked with interest any & every time she had the chance to speak to one of her subjects for she loved them dearly. wholeheartedly. with all of her heart. her love for them was not an act, it was not part of her number, it was a genuine piece of her that she thankfully was able to showoff without a concern for her act.

these meetings ranged from many a things, however being asked to be someone's valentine wasn't one of them. undoubtedly so, many times in her hundreds of years of life many had the nerves of steel, the gal, to confess their infatuations, feelings, love for her ... it was actually rather odd to think that nobody to this day had asked her to be their valentine. she laughed, not with means to ridicule them, more so the notion that this was actually the first time anybody had asked her such a thing. ' oh my, forgive my outburst, i simply could not help myself. ' she wiped at the threats of a tear under her eye. ' i commend your bravery my lovely citizen. however touched i may be, i must decline. now, onward with what else you wish to speak to me about. ' she waved her hand. their time perhaps, but she was still on a schedule & behind them a line of people extending out for months who desired to speak to her & sought her counsel.

#&. chapter. ( focalors! your archon! ) #a good attempt!

[jqnehr]

les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 6

two individuals under pressure to marry. one has the hydro archon on his back, and the other has her matchmaking friend pushing her along. when the two meet at a ball, and both in dire need of peace from two meddlesome females, what better arrangement is there than their own betrothal?

pairing : neuvillette x fem!reader warnings : ANGST ANGST ANGST but then fluff, furina's growing more and more ooc, same with neuv ig? this is sfw. word count : 7.2k (I need to be banned atp) note : my favourite chapter I've written so far 🤭🤭

! not proof read

! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.

part five ⋮ masterlist ⋮ part seven

ao3 ⋮ playlist

...

“Lady Furina can now see that she will not be able to exert forceful authority upon you. Not while you are under my protection.”

You are currently taking a stroll with Neuvillette late in the evening around Fountain Lucine, as to avoid the citizens milling about the area during the day and thus setting aflame a wildfire of rumours. You yourself requested this meeting, and it took four days for the Iudex to find time within his schedule. Now, you are at his side, talking quietly, undisturbed; unworried about being disturbed. And now, you have only two days until you sit with the Hydro Archon in that opera house looming before you two and listen to her nagging you to have an extravagant wedding.

“That’s very reassuring to hear, Monsieur Neuvillette—but she is your superior. What Lady Furina says goes. And she’s not asking us—she’s ordering us. As she has the supreme authority here, we’ve no choice but to obey.”

“You flustered her a great deal at the meeting last week. Your words made her think. She may seem almost tyrannical, but she’d never throw you into prison over such a matter as this. Furina would lose to the Oractrice’s verdict in court—because it has more sense than her. She is not that stupid.”

“Of course she isn’t. And I appreciate that fact—but you are under a surmountable amount of pressure, and therefore as am I. As much as I intend to defy her word, what right do I—we—have? And how long will we be able to have the upper hand?”

Neuvillette pauses in his tracks, and turns to face you fully. You stop also, surprised at his abrupt notion and worried about whether you’ve said something wrong. The Iudex’s expression is earnest. “Lady Furina will relent. She will have no choice to—I shall make sure of that. She may be the Archon, but she has no right to disrespect your wishes.”

Your. You notice how he didn’t say ‘my’ or ‘our’. Appreciation for his consideration of your feelings floods you—and before you can help yourself, you speak your mind. “Neuvillette, you are the kindest man I’ve ever met.”

It’s dark, and the sun is setting fast, but you catch the Chief Justice’s surprised blink. “Oh��I, that’s…thank you.”

He quickly looks away, as if to hide his face from you, and continues walking, softly clearing his throat. You’re dying of embarrassment—what on earth just came over me to say something so inappropriate? Now I’ve made the air unbearably awkward!

But, it’s not like you’re wrong—Neuvillette’s personality and countenance is a far, far cry from the man you thought your ex-fiancé was. Neuvillette is gentle, attentive—he seems to put your concerns first. Your ex-fiancé pretended to—he’d listen to you vent, promise to help you out with whatever situation was stressing you out, and then take off for ‘business’ not a day later, leaving the problem to you. Back then, you genuinely believed him and that he truly was busy. And that he truly couldn’t help you out. Now, you look back and berate yourself harshly for ever having been such a fool—one so blinded by love, they neglected their own well-being.

But Neuvillette sticks to his word, and is currently doing everything within his power to make sure things don’t go Furina’s way, and that you are saved the bother of a wedding. What is the need for one, when there is a registry office?

“That is why you must remain unyielding when she hassles you at the opera the day after tomorrow,” Neuvillette finally says after a long, agonisingly awkward moment of silence. “Because she will insist.”

“She also said in the letter that you seeing her and I at the opera will ‘cool your ire a little bit’.” You shake your head and softly scoff. “Will you be at the opera?”

The Iudex nods. “I will be, yes.” You both are now strolling down a path towards the shore. “If things escalate, or you need my assistance, I’ll be there. I shall be seated in the same VIP dock as you and Lady Furina.”

“That’s a relief to hear.” It truly is. 

Silence befalls the both of you, and you continue sauntering down the path, the fresh sea breeze brushing by nicely. It’s getting onto later evening now, and you are glad Neuvillette chose this particular time of day for this conversation. However, there’s another factor of the situation that has been bothering you.

“Since we won’t have a ceremony, how will we announce that you are now wed to the public?”

“We don’t have to do it right away.” Neuvillette has no initial intention to do so, anyway. The longer he can put it off, the better—and he has a hunch you’d prefer it that way, also. “Let the ball and dance be the bone we throw the media and populace for now.”

You say nothing more, relieved. “I think it’s best if we keep our interactions at the opera on a down-low, if that’s your plan.”

“Agreed.” He then glances at you. “Would you like to continue our walk to the shore?”

“Of course.” You adore walking upon the beach at night, despite it not being very safe—but you know that with Neuvillette, you will be fine.

Hold on. You blink at your own thoughts. Since when did I start trusting him?

You risk a look at the Iudex’s side profile—one you could look at all day, in all honesty. You’re amazed that girls are not crazy over him—maybe it’s because he seems so intimidating and too sophisticated to dare to regard in such a way. You know for a fact that he’d feel utterly disgusted and insulted at the concept of him having a ‘fan club’—ones you’ve seen be created for all the popular and handsome opera actors that women stampede the ticket booths to see. 

Well. As his future wife, it would be quite awkward for me to have to deal with such, uh…protective fans if Neuvillette did have fan clubs, you inwardly chuckle at the thought. You’ve seen how crazy some of the girls can get—you once witnessed a cat fight break out after an opera where a particularly famous and good-looking male actor had just performed. And he was from Liyue—a rare occasion due to the sheer extent of his fame, and how uncommonly he visited Fontaine for a show. All the tickets to his opera were sold out within the first hour. Why the girls were fighting? You don’t know, but it was amusing to watch nonetheless.

“Such strolls as this is something I frequently do during what little free time I have,” Neuvillette comments, and you glance at him in surprise. He continues looking ahead, to the ocean. You see his posture relax a great deal, and a tranquil gleam enters his eyes; that austere look softening into one of true calmness. He turns to look at you. “If you would like, you are more than welcome to join me.”

“Oh, I…” You blink a few times, taken aback. “I mean—I’m not opposed to the idea. But you don’t need to feel obligated to ask me, Neuvillette, I have no intention of robbing you of what peace you usually don’t have—”

“No, no, you misunderstand me.” Neuvillette pauses in his tracks, and he offers you a small, albeit genuine smile, one that instantly puts you at ease. He must have a hidden knack for such things. This man, usually so upright and stern, now a person who feels at home near the sea, where his true nature is revealed—one of sincere kindness deep down, is adorably awkward, and easy to relate to. You’d never have guessed that your personalities would be so surprisingly similar. Is that the reason why you do not feel so insecure around him, because although he may be a judge—and a righteous one, too—Neuvillette has not seemed to have grown weary of your cumbersome company yet?

But he will. He will, and he’ll force you away like how he did. What else could you possibly expect, especially of a person like you?

You discard those dark thoughts as best you can, refocusing on what the Chief Justice is presently saying in that quiet, gentle voice of his. One you don’t think you’ll ever grow tired of.

Oh, no. Here we go again. Fear from recognising this sensation pricks at your heart, and further sears your nerves. Forcing the rising bile down, you try your best to look at him, but your gaze suddenly finds the grass beneath your feet far more interesting.

“…I think we should be friends, Mademoiselle [Name],” he is saying, tone soft, hesitance lacing his words, as if he is nervous you will reject him. Why? “That way, we can drop the formalities and be not so stiff around one another.”

Yes, I’d like that. But you’re also reluctant. Worrying your bottom lip, you fidget with your thumbs a little. “But, the contract said—”

“Forgive me for interrupting you, but clause thirteen of the contract did state that we may pursue a more ‘relaxed relationship’ if we mutually agree.” Neuvillette’s voice is gentle, comforting. “Therefore, there is no reason for us to not become friends.”

You almost agree right there, but another question holds you back. “Neuvillette, why do you want to be friends with me?”

Neuvillette is silenced. Such a question is not what he was expecting, and although he does have an answer, he suspects it’s something that runs a bit deeper with you—something much more personal.

Could her insecurity have something to do with her ex-fiancé? His background check on you was quite surprising. Five years ago, you were engaged, before it was abruptly cut off. There was nothing recorded subsequently—until now. Apparently, you were happy, until you were not. His private conversation with Navia two days prior said as much. She gave him a brief, vague explanation, before regrettably saying that it is not her story to tell, and knows you would not be happy with him knowing. He understood; Neuvillette intends to establish a connection where you are able to trust him—maybe enough for you to feel reliant upon him. So you know that he will never harm you.

He’s seen that snow white scar on your neck. One you try so hard to cover up with high-necked dresses and shirts, under the exhibit of modesty. 

Searching for the right words, Neuvillette does not lie to you. “Because I like you.”

You flinch, and Neuvillette instantly regrets his word choice. “Th-That is—I enjoy your company, and wish to be able to freely converse and—and we don’t have to be so awkward around one another…”

You stare at him, glad for the darkness so that he does not see just how bright red your cheeks likely are. They feel like they’re on fire. Neuvillette, meanwhile, feels the exact same—his eyes dart around uncertainly, and he is extremely flustered. “I apologise if I made you feel uncomfortable. You see, I am not yet familiar enough with humans’ way of wording and usage of, well, context in such conversations…oh, it sounds like I’m making excuses…”

He trails off, looking defeated, and you scramble to assure him you understand. “It-It’s alright, Neuvillette—I’d love to be friends. I know what you mean. Please, don’t be embarrassed.”

“Ah, thank goodness.” Instantly, Neuvillette relaxes, giving you a relieved, breathless smile, running a hand through his hair. Okay, that was way too attractive. What the hell. You shake your head slightly to push those thoughts away. What on earth is going on with me?

“A-Anyway,” you clear your throat, desperate to diffuse the awkward atmosphere. “What a clear evening it is. The Hydro Dragon must be content, haha.” Your laugh sounds like a choke.

Neuvillette is silent for two long beats before he quietly agrees, abruptly turning to continue walking down to the sand, along the shore. “Yes. He must be.”

There is almost no sense of time when with Neuvillette, and with your newfound friendship, camaraderie comes easily, that previous awkward air almost nonexistent.

The evening is spent well, and you go home, cheeks pink, feeling refreshed. Your mood is lifted, and you feel comforted, no longer anxious for the opera with Furina. 

・・・・

The ticket agent holds out a hand, and you place your entrance billet into it. He takes it, reading over its status, before his eyes almost bug from his head in shock. “V-VIP?” 

You suck in a sharp breath, annoyed at the volume of his voice; people turn to stare at you, whispering to themselves. Please let Furina’s seat be out of sight from everyone. “Yes. Please stamp it and I’ll be on my way.”

You can see the thoughts racing through his head: she doesn’t look well-off enough or very important for such a seat. You purse your lips, raising your brows in question, silently prodding him to get on with it. Finally, he hands the ticket back to you, sending you on your way. “Enjoy the show, ma’am.”

Giving him a tight smile, you promptly pluck the ticket from his hand and turn away. “Merci.”

After showing it to the Garde at the opera’s door into the theatre, you make your way up to the higher dock where Furina usually sits and where your spot is. A different Garde gives you directions, eyeing you with poorly hidden curiosity and scepticism, and, ignoring it, you soon arrive at your seat.

“Lady Furina.” You curtsy, reining in your irritation (that hasn’t faded much) for her and you politely greet her. “Thank you for inviting me here today.”

“Oh, here you are!” She immediately stands to welcome you, smile joyous—but you detect a flicker of wariness within it. The reason is soon obvious—Neuvillette has arrived, now standing behind you, making his way to his seat. “So lovely to see you’ve finally arrived. Come, come, sit down. The view from up here is simply marvellous.”

You allow her to lead you, taking your seat between her and Neuvillette. You softly greet the Iudex with a small smile and polite word, and he responds in kind. Furina is not lying—you can see the stage very clearly from here, and you’ll likely hear every word without difficulty. 

You force yourself to make conversation. “I’ve been meaning to see this opera for a long time. What an opportune invitation, Lady Furina.”

You can’t hide the slight inflection of sarcasm in your tone, but Furina doesn’t appear to notice. Or, more plausibly, she pretends not to. “Truly, truly. Many people are here to see this opera. I can’t remember the last time I saw it.”

Chatter filters throughout the room, and you are glad to see that you’re invisible to everyone else down below—rumours would be sure to flare and get right out of control if you were to be spotted. The looks sent your way with just having a VIP ticket—one usually very expensive and only something wealthy nobles can obtain—is enough to spike curiosity. With the seats still being filled, and some time before the show actually begins, you listen to Furina’s idle chatter to fill in the awkward silence. 

“The actors onstage today are famous in Sumeru,” Furina merrily remarks; her current countenance almost scarily out of proportion to her usual, characteristic spoiled attitude. You assume Neuvillette ‘finally getting married’ is just that big of a deal to her. “What a joy this shall be.”

“[Name], care for some water?” You turn to see Neuvillette holding up a glass of it. “It’s imported all the way from Inazuma and chilled in Snezhnayan ice. It tastes quite exceptional.”

Confused as to why he finds water tasteful, you accept his offer regardless. “Yes, thank you, Neuvillette. Cold water is precisely what I need.”

Looking pleased, Neuvillette promptly hands you the glass and you accept it, taking a sip. Its taste is quite crisp, and the icy coldness of it adds to the texture. “Hm. You say this was imported from Inazuma?”

“Yes.” You notice how attentive and more at ease the Chief Justice now is since the topic of water popped up. “The taste differences between each regions’ water is distinct, and it’s something I enjoy distinguishing as a pastime. I’ve even held water-tasting parties, partly to grow closer to the populace.”

“Water-tasing parties?” You blink at him, glass paused at your lips. “I mean, I’ve heard of wine-tasting events, but water…?”

“Is it really that strange?” Neuvillette looks at you quizzically, as if he’s genuinely confused as to how ‘water’-tasting is quite a bizarre idea. “I find it more strange how humans are unable to discern the differences in flavour profiles from each region.”

“Well, I would say this water has a…would you say, sharper taste to it than regular Fontainian tap water?”

Neuvillette’s eyebrows shoot up in surprise. “Ah, so you can detect it. What a delightful surprise! Would you care to give me your opinion on other imported water samples from every other region also, sometime?”

“Uh, of course.” You can see he’s getting excited—and instead of feeling overwhelmed or taken aback, you’re finding it quite adorable. Like a golden retriever puppy wagging its tail joyously, barely holding back its enthusiasm. There’s an easy smile playing about his lips now, his amethyst eyes shining. And he looks thrilled when you agree. You find yourself smiling at him genuinely in reply. “I’d love to, Neuvillette.”

“My goodness, haven’t you two gotten close!” The amiable atmosphere is shattered the moment Furina speaks up; as if she’s taken a brick and thrown it at a pane of glass. You both turn to her—the Hydro Archon’s hands are clasped before her as she watches the both of you with an elated look in her eye. That’s when you realise how uncharacteristically quiet she’s been since you and the Iudex began chatting. The entire time, she was listening in, observing the both of you, and is now further convinced you’re both a ‘perfect match’—from what you can see upon her face. “How lovely. Aren’t things just progressing just so nicely?”

Neuvillette gives a low, warning, ‘Furina’, while your grip on your glass subconsciously tightens. Damn her good intentions to hell. She’s taking this too far! “Whatever could you possibly be implying by that, Lady Furina?”

She relaxes back in her seat idly, smiling with a touch of smugness. “Need I really answer that, Mademoiselle [Name]?” Then she leans forward toward the both of you, looking you both dead in the eyes. “I know you’ve cultivated some kind of scheme to get around my predicted nagging of you having a ceremony.” You’re amazed your glass hasn’t shattered in your hand yet, with just how tightly you’re gripping it. However, you remain deathly silent, awaiting her to continue. “No matter. I’ve agreed to back off for the moment. You don’t have to have a ceremony—but.” Furina holds up three fingers. “There will be three select events I want the both of you to attend in the future as a stellar couple, displaying to all of Teyvat that the famed Chief Justice of Fontaine is now happily married!”

She’s…genuinely delighted at this. You watch her clap her hands cheerfully with narrowed eyes. You understand that she wants the Iudex to be happy—but her living as a divine being likely assists in her misunderstanding how a person must find love, not have it forced upon them. Pushing the unwilling Neuvillette into a marriage with an equally unwilling woman is not a choice way for either him or her to fall in love. It’s something you just can’t see happening, anyway. 

“I am glad to hear you understand that factor, Furina.” Neuvillette’s smile is traceless, replaced with lips thinned into a sharp line. He stares at her from under his brow, through his lashes, eyes flashing. You can practically see the storm clouds gathering around him, rumbling with thunder, conveying his inward, restrained anger. Goodness, Furina’s starting to skate on some thin ice here. “Therefore, you will not annoy us about ‘love’ again, if [Name] and I attending only three events is all you want.”

Her mouth falls open to protest, before she pauses and gives it a thought. You have a feeling she enjoys acting airheaded, and is much cleverer than she truly lets on. Furina remains silent—but before she can give you her answer, the lights dim and the opera house is silenced, signalling the beginning of the show.

As if nothing happened, Furina redirects her attention to the stage, but not without a barely audible hmph! in turn. Giving each other dubious glances in unison, you and Neuvillette also turn to listen to the opening act.

“Ladies and gentlemen of the Nation of Justice, Fontaine!” Begins the extravagantly dressed man in the centre of the stage, illuminated solely by a single wide, bright spotlight, his hands raised exorbitantly. His smile is large and welcoming, and he has the classic air of a performer that draws the crowd in—however, it’s not quite as good as Lyney. “On this wonderful evening, where skies are clear and the breeze is soft, we present the ultimate depiction of true friendship; friendship unable to be torn asunder by even the rivalry sparked between two who love the same woman! Where two brothers—not in blood, but in spirit—forever remain true to one another, even until death. With this phenomenal opera written by a Fontainian hundreds of years ago after his eye-opening sojourn within the lush jungles and blistering deserts of Sumeru, we present to you, dear audience, the epitome of ancient Sumeruian culture, the embodiment of brotherhood—and the paragon of what a bona fide opera should be! And, with that, dearest ladies and gentlemen, je vous souhaite un bon spectacle!”

Thunderous applause immediately echoes throughout the opera hall as the man swoops down into an ornate bow, and the spotlight fades. After the moment of adulation, everyone quietens down, and you take a sip from your glass, excited for the show.

The room is silent, and the orchestra begins to let the commencing music fade in, the Sumeruian dholak lining out the beat, woodwind and string instruments softly following, and the lights fade in again, the stage ornamented with the setting of a beach, rugged huts, desolate and windy, with an ancient Sumeruian temple in the background. Sound effects of the ocean lapping at the sand, the whistle of the breeze, and the flickering lights of a bonfire accentuate the scene, bringing the beginning life to the opera. There, actors—the Pearl Fishermen—begin their first chorus of Sur la grève en feu, beseeching the gods to drive away evil spirits, petitioning them to protect them and their friends during their journeys.

One tanned, bearded Sumeruian man enters, stopping to begin his chorus. 

“Friends, pray interrupt your dances and your games, the time has come to choose a leader, who shall command, protect and defend us; a leader beloved by all, watchful and brave.”

The Pearl Fishers stop and turn, crying out upon Zurga’s sighting. “The master whom we want and choose as our king is you, dear, dear Zurga!”

Zurga appears surprised, singing out in a confused tone, “Who? I?”

“Yes, yes—be our leader, we accept your rule. Friend, be our leader, we accept your rule!”

He strolls forward, shoulders square, face impassive. “Do you swear to obey me?”

They chorus in affirmation. “Be our leader!”

Thus, the ‘coronation’ commences, and you watch on with rapt attention, now immensely thankful to have been invited. Not one person within the audience is talking, all utterly immersed.

The opera goes on—Zurga and Nadir reunite, they sing in reminiscence of when they once both fell in love with the beautiful priestess Leila, of whom they both renounced their love for to maintain their friendship. 

Things get interesting when the lights focus upon a ‘boat’, sailing up to the shore, and a veiled woman with white robes steps off it and onto the sand. The Pearl Fishers sing and greet her, and the actress’ sweet voice rings out in reply, stunning the crowd.

Ah, my glass is empty, you’ve already finished the water Neuvillette handed you. Looking around, you see there is no nearby table to place the glass down upon.

Opting to just place it carefully on your lap, you lean back and relax, refocusing on the opera. It happens to just be the moment the priestess, Leila, unveils herself, revealing a tanned Sumeru woman of heavenly features. Goodness. They really went all out with finding the best-looking singers, huh.

The man playing Nadir cries out in a minor chord of shock—something you find a bit amusing. The two embrace, and Nadir seems to take back his previous vow to his friend about ‘giving her up’ and remaining true Zurga instead; once he recognises long-lost love, all of that is blown out the window.

The sight strikes an old wound in you, clawing at your heartstrings. Something similar happened long ago, when you thought he’d remain true to you. You push the memory away, trying to loosen your muscles that subconsciously tensed at the scene, trying to push the bile down.

Water. I need some more water.

It seems Neuvillette has quite the intuition as, with a soft, polite tap on your wrist, he whispers, “Would you like some more water?”

Ah. Just turning to look at his expressionless features calms you. Giving him a weak smile, you gratefully hand him the glass. “Yes, thank you, Neuvillette.” 

Swiftly, he refills your glass and it’s handed back to you, eyes brimming with concern despite his carefully kept blank face. “Do you need some air?”

You quickly sip the water, considering his suggestion. That does sound nice. But, with a shake of your head, you offer him another appreciative smile. “I’m alright. The second act hasn’t even begun yet. Isn’t the acting just exquisite?”

He quietly hums in agreement, and you both turn to continue watching the opera again. Nadir and Leila have moved on from their passionate declaration of ardent love for one another, and the Pearl Fishers are now pleading to her to continue to bless and protect them—but, while everyone else is seemingly out of earshot, the woman playing Leila sings about how she will sing for Nadir alone.

And with that, the first act concludes; the room is illuminated once more, and people begin to rise for the intermission.

Furina claps her hands together, looking elated. “Now, wasn’t that just riveting? Goodness, the woman playing Leila is just so beautiful—oh, [Name], are you alright?” Her smile instantly falls into an expression of concern. “You’re all red in the face.”

“Oh, I am?” How embarrassing. You press a hand to your cheek to feel it, the skin heated. You laugh awkwardly. “How strange. Isn’t it hot in here?”

“…It is quite humid,” agrees Neuvillette. “Are you sure you don’t want some air?”

I do! I do, but this is so humiliating! Anything seriously close to a reminder of what that man did to you always triggers an involuntary panic attack. You feel lightheaded, nauseous and way too hot. The two concerned pupils on either side of you and their worried gazes are not helping either. 

“[Name], you’re awfully pale.” Neuvillette’s tone is a great deal more grave now. He stands and offers you a hand, gently beckoning you to stand. Furina remains seated, clearly unsure of what to do, her expression anxious. “Your lips are blue. Please, you must step outside for a moment. Would you like me to accompany you?”

Dammit, if only Navia was here! She always instantly knows what to do. You feel like you’re suffocating. And he’s right; you don’t feel hot now—if being ‘pale’ were a feeling, this is it. Your heart is palpitating in short little pumps, fluttering around in a flighty, terrified manner. When will I move on from the trauma?

You know that with one look in the mirror, you’ll appear terminally ill. The flashbacks are coming in hot now; you internally berate yourself for getting so worked up over an opera. 

Get a grip, [Name]! You chastise yourself, trying to force the memories away. Breathe! In and out!

“[Name]. [Name], breathe with me.” Neuvillette kneels before you and takes your hands. You’re staring at your lap, barely having noticed. The memories of a rope around your neck is getting too much—you feel yourself physically suffocating. 

Tightening. Tightening. Tightening. The noose’s grip burns so badly; it begins to squeeze the life from you. Someone’s grip is also tightening on your hands, their thumbs rubbing gentle, soothing circles on your knuckles, and you move to wrench them from the assailant's grip. You can hear someone calling your name, voice soft and calm, hints of desperation in it, but all you see is murder in his eyes. 

You’ve always been such a nuisance. The words that haunt your dreams ring loud and clear within your mind. I’m so sick of you. You never got the hint, did you? You fool of a woman.

You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head, murmuring no, no, no! over and over, choking up. Oh, archons, when will I forget?

The grip on your hands does not yield, and you detect no malice within the hold. You keep ordering yourself, breathe, breathe, breathe!, forcing your lungs into action.

You hear that familiar, deep voice again, the tender massaging on your knuckles not having relented a bit. “That’s right—in, out; in, out.” Your brain finally decides to get over itself, letting you inhale and exhale slowly, gradually, allowing for you to calm down. Your eyes open, chest heaving, eyesight unfocused. Large, gloved hands have engulfed your smaller ones, their grasp so gentle, so firm. A pair of benign amethyst eyes look into yours, filled with such concern. 

It perturbs you. You’re not sure what to think—you feel safe; comfortable with him holding your hands, but you also want to flee. A man’s feelings and temper is as treacherous as the currents of the sea, as swift to change as the wind, and always like an unexpected, unpredicted downpour of fist-sized hail stones.

“There, you’re fine. No one will harm you, it’s alright.” To think it’d be a man’s voice comforting me so well. Neuvillette’s eyes hold no trace of judgement, only understanding. The last time a male looked you so closely in the eye, he was literally wringing your neck.

“The intermission is ending, Neuvillette.” Furina’s words are what finally wrenches you fully from your anxiety attack, only the rocky aftermath leaving your pulse racing. She sounds uncharacteristically calm, and you sense no judgement from her, either. “You’d best take her outside for a breather.”

“Yes,” Neuvillette concurs, and he moves to stand, letting go of one of your hands. You miss the feeling immediately. Instead, his free hand rests gently upon your shoulder, sliding down to your upper arm. “[Name], would you like me to help you up?”

“Uh, I think I’ve got it.” Your voice sounds like a frog’s after days without water. Embarrassed, you grimace, lifting yourself from the chair, grateful for his solid grip. “I am terribly sorry about this. I don’t know what brought it on.”

“There is nothing for you to apologise for,” Neuvillette softly says, and his hold on your hand still does not relent. “Come with me, I’ll take you to the nearby balcony.”

You consider jumping off of it the moment you arrive there, never have been so humiliated in your life. Thank goodness we were up high! No one seems to have noticed anything. Neuvillette appears to be in no hurry, keeping pace with you, patiently awaiting you to regather yourself. You opt to link arms with him, holding onto his bicep, the muscle feeling toned and firm even through the fabric of his robes. Him being of a much greater height than you helps—the Iudex is like an anchor you can cling to with utter security, and that’s all you intend on doing for the moment, your limbs feeling like jelly. 

“Neuvillette, I’m sorry.” You find yourself apologising again, unable to think of anything else to do. “I really am. I just had a rough time a few years ago—”

He comes to a stop before a door, turning to you, removing his arm from your hold, gripping your upper arms gently and leaning down so he’s eye-level with you. His mauve hues search yours, gaze sympathetic, compassionate. “Listen to me, [Name]—PTSD is no small matter. Stop telling yourself you were overreacting. It is not something you could help, and not something you’re responsible for.” Your heart is jumping around again—but for a completely unrelated reason. You stare at him, wide-eyed, lips parted. Neuvillette continues, voice quiet and calming. His hand comes up to brush a stray strand of hair from your brow, damp with sweat, tucking it gently behind your ear. The action sends your pulse crazy, heat flaring your cheeks. “You don’t have to tell me what happened, but I can assure you that you are no burden. So, please don’t apologise. It was only my duty as your friend to help you out.”

The Iudex gives you a tender smile, squeezing your arm kindly. “We can stay out for as long as you’d like. You are the current top priority.”

“Neuvillette…” You feel like you’re going to cry. You also feel like kissing him. When was the last time someone treated me with such care? You catch his hand within your own as he removes it from your cheek, giving it a tight squeeze of appreciation. “I’m glad I met you.”

He blinks, staring at you with surprise, before eliciting a breathy, amused chuckle, one that sends your pulse soaring. “So am I. Now, shall we?”

You nod, letting go of his hand so he can turn the doorknob, trying to blink the tears away. This man, damn him! He’s progressively getting easier and easier to fall for, and that’s the last thing you want to happen. It’s only for twelve months, and he’s already making me want to stay with him forever.

You are a fool. A poor, brainless fool. The last time you allowed this to happen, you almost ended up murdered. You know Neuvillette would never do such a thing to you, but you’re afraid rejection will hurt much, much more.

He pushes the door open, and pauses in surprise when he sees it’s raining heavily. “Ah. My apologies. It’s raining. I…didn’t know.”

You stare at him, puzzled at his sudden expression of regret. “Why are you apologising? It’s not like you can help the weather.”

Neuvillette gives you an unreadable look before sighing, redirecting his gaze to the stormy grey, overcast sky. “It won’t do for you to stand out in this. You’ll catch a cold.”

“Oh, well.” You shrug, unbothered. “I like the rain, actually. I used to play out in it all the time as a child.”

“Ah.” Neuvillette says awkwardly, seemingly at a loss for what to do. “Um, well, here—take my coat if you wish to stand out in it.”

Your eyes bug out in bewilderment as he begins to shrug off his blue robe, scrambling to stop him. “No, no! There’s no need, Neuvillette. You don’t want to watch the opera with a damp coat upon your shoulders, right?”

“It’s alright, I can just place it aside.” He’s already taken it off, and is now wrapping it around your shoulders. The Iudex is now only clad in a pristinely ironed white button-down, the top button undone, giving you a brief glimpse of prominent collarbones and a toned upper chest. You quickly avert your gaze, embarrassed. Neuvillette doesn’t appear to notice. “I also quite enjoy standing in the rain…as you likely already know.”

You give him a teasing smile, thinking back to the ball, when you held an umbrella over him as he got soaked in the rain. “Yes. I really don’t understand how you don’t catch nasty colds.”

He reciprocates your playful grin, albeit his is much smaller. “Like I said, I’m resilient. Now, would you like me to leave you in peace?”

“No,” you reply a tad too quickly. “Ahem, I mean, if you’d like to watch the opera, please go ahead. There’s no need to trouble yourself with me any longer.”

“No trouble at all,” Neuvillette responds, placing his hands behind his back and stepping out into the rain—which has now lessened down to a light drizzle. “It’s not raining as hard anymore. It would be most unbecoming of such a gentleman as I to leave you alone.”

You cluck your tongue genially, shaking your head, holding back laughter. “Were you a poet in your last life, Neuvillette?”

He looks a bit lost for a second, before huffing a chuckle through his nose, understanding your little quip. He arches a brow at you, a playful smirk curling up his shapely lips. “Must’ve been. Have I charmed you?”

Your brows raise in amused surprise. “Why, aren’t you cheeky! And, well, it simply doesn’t do to be dishonest.” You feign a wistful sigh, placing a dreamy hand upon your cheek. “You most certainly have charmed me a great deal. Any more, and I’ll just have to start sending you love letters.”

Neuvillette lets out a laugh then, shaking his head in amusement. “You really are something, [Name]. What a joy you are.”

Your heart stutters at his words, and you fight back a blush. “Oh, stop it. You’re just saying that.”

“Shall I write you a poem about all your wonderful traits, then—just to prove how sincere I am?” You know he’s just teasing, but it’s really going to give you a heart attack. Besides, you can’t help but grin a bit abashedly. “Only if you can handle my embellished proclamations of adoration in my love letters, monsieur.”

He leans forward, tilting his head blithely. “Oh? Who said you’d be able to handle my ardent poems and ballads about my snarky fiancée, mademoiselle?”

You’re about to combust, but you retain control over yourself. Lean back, or I’ll kiss you! You’re dangerously close to giving into the temptation. And the heightening sexual tension is sending shivers all over you. Before you can stop yourself, you reach up and brush the hair falling down upon his forehead to the side, much like how he did just moments ago with you, patting his cheek with mock regret. “My dearest Neuvillette—keep this up, and I’ll crash your water-tasting parties while reading out your passionate poems to the whole of Fontaine.”

Neuvillette lifts a brow, nodding with a, yes-I’m-sure-you-will attitude, those amethyst hues sparkling with amusement. “Bring it on.” He grasps your right hand and lifts it to his lips, placing a soft peck to it, staring at you intensely through his lashes over the top of it, not looking away for a moment. “Future wife.”

Oh. You blink, and you blush fiercely at his words and the kiss upon your hand. “You…You are such a romantic, Neuvillette. Who knew!”

He chuckles lowly, the sound sultry. “Let’s just say that Furina has read to me some scenes from her rubbish books, and I’ve learned a few things.”

He’s only acting. He’s only acting. He’s just being playful. Think nothing of it. It’s suddenly hard to breathe. Goddammit, he’s almost treating this like it’s real! What am I supposed to do now?

You manage to control yourself and arch a brow of your own. “I hope they weren’t anything too…detailed?”

Neuvillette lets go of your hand, raising his own to his nose and pinching the bridge of it, shaking his head tiredly and sighing. “I had to stop her before she got that far, and she insisted she was reading it for my…” he swallows, and his cheeks grow pink. “…Future reference.”

“Oh.” Your mouth drops open. “S-Surely…you jest?”

“Unfortunately, no.” Neuvillette gives an apologetic smile. “You needn’t worry—as the contract states, nothing will happen and I will never touch you.”

Ah, yes, the contract. The damned thing. You’re starting to hate it—but, then again, it is Neuvillette’s fault for acting so sweetly that you’re starting to want more. That you’re starting to want this to be real.

You sigh also, crossing your arms, at a loss for what to say, before noticing the sun’s rays beginning to spill out in golden beams from behind the fading clouds. “Oh, it’s stopped raining completely. I wonder what pulled at the heartstrings of the Hydro Dragon today?”

“Hm. Yes, a good question.” You notice how reticent the Iudex’s tone now is. He’s gazing at you with unveiled intrigue. “Do you believe in that legend?”

“What, the legend of it raining whenever the Hydro Dragon cries?” You blink, surprised by his question. How out of the blue. You struggle to answer. “Well…it’s a nice bedtime story for the kids. But, personally…it’s obvious the Hydro Dragon exists, and I believe he’s hiding in plain sight.” You shrug, palm to your forehead, shading your eyes from the sun, looking out into the distance—failing to notice the Chief Justice’s slight flinch of his shoulders. “But for the crying part? Who knows.” You give him a clueless smile. “If it really is true, then I think it is truly selfless of him to feel so stirred over the emotions of his people. It’s almost unheard of to find a divine being that resonates so easily with humans.”

Neuvillette stares silently at you, deeply into your eyes, with such intensity that you begin to squirm and heat starts to creep up your neck. You worry that you’ve said something wrong, but the look in his eyes tells you the opposite—but it’s still a gaze too powerful to decipher. “I-I mean…it’s just my opinion. I could very well be wrong.”

“No. I think you are very insightful.” His gaze does not relent. “I’m sure he’d appreciate such words.”

You blink at him in confusion, bemused at his cryptic words and tone—but before you can question him, he abruptly clears his throat and turns, relieving you of his vehement stare. “Let’s…head back in, shall we?”

“Oh, of course.” You instantly feel bad for taking up so much of his time. “Sorry for making you miss out on the opera. It really is a compelling story.”

Neuvillette gives you a soft smile—something you suddenly notice he does quite commonly around you, particularly when the both of you are alone. “I think I preferred talking with you. You have such an interesting view on life.”

You look away, accepting his arm, allowing him to shut the door behind you both before walking towards your seats again. “Yes, yes, whatever you say, Monsieur Neuvillette.”

He merely chuckles in answer, patting your hand with his own free one fondly. “I only say what I mean, [Name].”

Suffice to say that you couldn’t focus on the opera after your time with Neuvillette at all. And it had left you wondering, did he feel the same?

Oh, well. The man is the embodiment of an enigma itself. You can only hope that one day, he’ll feel so comfortable around you as to let you unravel him yourself.

phew, ok, this is gonna be a long author's note (pls read, it's kinda important)

for the panic attack part, it was written from personal experience. such bouts of anxiety are no joke and are genuinely embarrassing. especially when it's from a particularly traumatic occurrence from the past and it's easily triggered (like w the reader's history w her ex-fiancé), so pls don't think she's overreacting, cause she isn't. ptsd attacks are random and horrible and telling the person to 'calm down' or 'stop overreacting' is the WORST thing to do. like, actuals. im sure many of you can understand 💔 I am so sorry if you can relate.

on a lighter note, I tried to follow the actual libretto of Les pêcheurs de perles, but I had to improvise a little. sorry to all who have seen this opera and it didn't make sense/was inaccurate.

ANYWAYS, I finally found the time to write and it was NOT meant to be this long but, well...honestly? the longer it is, the better. this chapter was such a joy to write and oh god I think I fell in love with neuvillette all over again. he's so fun to write. god, when is it MY turn to marry him??

yeah im really sorry for the SUPER late update, work is not going easy on me and I hit a bit of an author's block 😔 lasted two days before I told myself to sit yo ass down and write otherwise I would've been put in a mental asylum fr this time 🥰 (bit tmi but my bum actually hurts from sitting at my computer for HOURS straight LMFOAOO)

not COMPLETELY happy w this chapter, but it's my personal fav so far tbh. and it's only gonna get better, if my outline says so 🤭

again, THANK YOU for all the sweet messages and kind words ive been getting. it's because of YOU that im still here and writing this. I owe it all to you, truly 💕

taglist!

@shiroonekoo @just-here-reading @avyakaslana @eternal-dokja @confusedparticle @xitrinez @tanspostsblog @vcatson @sek0ya @loving-august @mxyarylla @ultigoblin @constantlyoverthinking @pvbbyb0y @lynettezzp @esthelily @furblrwurblr

© jqnehr 2024. all rights reserved. do not translate, repost/redistribute and plagarise any of my works

#genshin impact #neuvillette #chief justice neuvillette #genshin #fontaine #neuvilette genshin #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin x reader #genshinimpact #genshin imagines #furina #wriothesley #sigewinne #genshin neuvillette