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bayambii · 4 months

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fontaine hands . . .

warnings: swearing, 4.2 archon quest spoilers, hands, a little steamy in clorinde if you squint

characters: wriothesley, neuvelitte, lyney, lynette, navia, clorinde, furina and freminet

bambis comments: hai cuties!! i have an obsession with hands so i thought it would be a perfect first post LOL

WRIOTHESLEY

◦ jesus fucking CHRIST, this man has large hands. i mean like second to none in teyvat i would say

◦ his hands are bruised and often dirty. when they’re not inside of his gauntlets, his right is covered with dark bandages. he goes really soft when you take the time to clean his hands or even like his nails

◦just like massaging his hands while he tells you about his day, rubbing his temple with his freehand while he goes on and on about one inmate who always tries to pick a fight

◦speaking of his nails! they’re stubby and not painted. he doesn’t bite them they just like break off naturally due to the nature of his job and his gauntlets

◦he has silver rings for every finger it looks like, and he fidgets with them when he’s talking to anyone, rolling it around his fingers and back again

◦HIS HANDS SMELL LIKE TEA RAAAH

NEUVILLETTE

◦ skinny ass hands, but they’re long.

◦ he almost always wears his gloves, because underneath he has scales on his hands. his hands aren’t fully dragon like, still keeping a human like color, but many teal scales decorate his hands.

◦his fingernails are naturally tinted a little blue, and they’re on the longer side. he keeps them clean and pushes his cuticles back often

◦he’s often writing with his hands, rolling his quill/pen around his fingers when he thinks. his hands are skilled at writing, and can write rather fast.

◦a wrist roller. his wrists get tight from writing for hours on end and always makes sure to roll them out.

LYNEY

◦OH MY GOD. don’t even get me started…

◦another fontainian who’s hands are often concealed in his gloves. a magician never reveals his secrets, does he?

◦he has regular length hands, but they’re on the skinny side.

◦his hands are almost always clean, and have a very soft texture.

◦imagine lyney late at night practicing new card tricks without his gloves, using you as his test audience (he shows you all his tricks first anyway)

◦he has trimmed nails, that he paints black and red, to match his whole theme. they tend to be chipped however, and he needs lynette or you to keep repainting them.

◦his hands are obviously very practiced, and he takes great care of them

LYNETTE

◦she has smaller and skinny hands, very petite and cute

◦ due to her cat-like nature, her hands are very sensitive, and she prefers to keep her gloves on

◦ when she holds your hand she likes to keep her gloves on, just so she doesn’t get overwhelmed

◦ however, she likes taking her gloves off to hold your face, and memorize each and every crevice and dimple with her hands

◦ when she feels comfortable, she’ll let you see her hands, and trusts you to know her comfort level with her sensitivity

◦she keeps her nails long, and painted a teal. she often keeps up with her nail care, and looks after your nails as well

◦her hands smell like tea, like wrio, due to her often drinking and brewing the beverage.

NAVIA

◦ADORABLE HANDS, and very well kept!

◦ skinny and longer, and a little freckled near her wrist.

◦she only keeps a glove on one hand, and she prefers to hold your hand with that one!

◦very well kept nails, with sapphire colored nail polish adorning them. she seems like the type to get like gems and stuff put on her nails.

◦she knows you like her hands, so she always makes sure to put extra time into caring for them

◦her hands are incredibly soft, and don’t really get that clammy

◦navia would only get clammy if you were flustering her, which is not an easy feat

CLORINDE

◦beautiful lady, long skinny hands again however she doesn’t know how to look after her hands

◦ ITS NOT HER FAULT NO ONE TAUGHT HER OKAY!! before starting a relationship with you, she never put much thought into her hands!!

◦she often keeps her gloves on, and like washes her hands when needed but she doesn’t take care of her nails or put lotion on or NOTHING

◦her nails are stubby, and might have leftover polish from the last time you attempted to paint her nails

◦with handling her weapons, she has very tactful hands and is not very clumsy

◦where she puts her hands is very, how do i say, purposeful

◦she might feign oblivion, but she knows exactly what she’s doing with her hands

FURINA DE FONTAINE

◦oh ho ho? you want to see the dear lady furinas hands?

◦only furina would take this much care into something she’s going to just put a glove over but WHATEVER

◦she’s got small hands, with many jewels and rings adorning her fingers

◦she looks after her nails with the upmost pride, and keeps them constantly painted and pristine

◦like clorinde, she is very purposeful where she puts her hands. your dear lady knows you, and knows exactly what makes you flustered (and oh does she love that)

◦she would love to help you look after your hands, and even help you paint a most magnificent nail art on your nails oh ho ho!

FREMINET

◦smaller hands, with larger palms, with FRECKLES!! and i mean freckles .

◦freminet doesn’t necessarily have clumsy hands, due to his work on per and other mechs, but his hands aren’t as practiced as other fontainians

◦his hands can also get clammy due to his shyness, and doesn’t want to bother you with that

◦HOWEVER, you can hold his hand all you want underwater. there’s no risk there, and he’s fully confident. maybe he’ll work up to holding your hand above the sea

◦he is very shy, and earlier on in your relationship, and is careful if he puts his hands on you if he does AT ALL…

◦ often under the water, his nails are always clean but still stubby, and never painted (but he wouldn’t be apposed to you painting them) ((just be prepared for a flustered frem))

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luxthestrange · 4 months

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G.I Incorrect Quotes#67 Fontaine Couples

Melus: Ah, yes. Here we have a beautiful couple... Silver*Holding your hands in his* I really care about your feelings... Y/n*Gleams at his words of affirmation* I really care about YOUR feelings! Melus, turning this head: ...and then there's the disaster couple... Clorinde: YOU NEED TO PAY MORE ATTENTION TO ME INSTEAD OF BEING AT THE HOSPITAL! Navia: I WOULDN'T HAVE TO SPEND SO MUCH TIME AT THE HOSPITAL IF YOU STOPPED INSISTING ON FIGHTING EVERYONE WHO COMES WITHIN A FIVE-FOOT RADIUS OF ME!

THIS IS FOR THE ONES CRUSHING ON SILVER-(I just did Navia's Lyney's and Navia's story quest...wtf hoyoverse-)

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin x y/n #genshin fontaine #genshin clorinde #genshin navia #genshin melus #genshin silver #genshin silver x reader #genshin silver x y/n #clorinde x navia #soft couple vs disaster couple #genshin fluff #genshin incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

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dearemilia · 8 months

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Coppélia (ballerina reader)

pairings | neuvilette, furina, lyney, clorinde x fem! reader

tags | fluff, established relationship for lyney and clorinde's part, might be ooc, lyney's part is a little suggestive

“These are for you” A warm feeling abruptly steers in your heart “Ah…These are..” NEVUILETTE nods his head “Rainbow Rose, I…I thought they would be fitting for a dancer like you” You hug the flowers closer to you “Thank you Mister Nevuillete…I appreciate it…” A loud cheer can be heard and you see a few Melusine telling their friend to keep quiet. You giggle while Neuvillete looks like he is about to explode from embarrassment and happiness.

FURINA’S eyes dared not to gaze away from your figure. Anyone that was looking at their Archon, could tell from her expression that she was mesmerized by you “Who is she?” She asks Clorinde, and she responds by saying that you are the new ballerina and that this is your first time performing at Fontaine. Furina’s eyes widened, your first time here? Oh my! This gives her a chance to court you! It appears that you’ve piqued a particular deity’s interest.

“Well, wasn’t that a performance” LYNEY wraps his arms around your waist as you squeak “Lyney! Don’t scare me like that!” You send a glare at him, and your lover laughs, placing small kisses on your nape “Hmm, should I give you a reward for such an outstanding performance? The music, the stage, you…you were amazing out there” Gosh, he sure knows how to fluster you.

You poked CLORINDE’S cheek, startling her a little but her eyes softened seeing that it’s just you “Well? How did I do tonight?” Clorinde averts her eyes from you, trying to find the right words to say. A giggle erupts from you, upon seeing Clorinde’s red ears “I did wonderful tonight, right?” You give her a quick kiss on the cheek causing her cheeks to turn red. Ah…You really should stop teasing her.

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #genshin scenarios #neuvilette x reader #furina x reader #lyney x reader #clorinde x reader #genshin impact x reader

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torntoblivion · 8 months

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my headcanons for the fontaine cast

includes: clorinde, navia, furina, neuvillette

clorinde

clorinde has nightmares often because of some traumatic duels. however when you're with her when she's sleeping, she barely has them.

clorinde can be really clingy with you, not to mention her anxiety when you're alone but with some time, she relaxes a little.

clorinde definitely punched someone unintentionally when they startled her at least once.

navia

navia has dimples and she's proud of them!

navia cries at night on every fathers day, sometimes it's out of sadness, sometimes it's out of the bittersweet feeling of remembering her father.

navia loves to take your hand and kiss it, she thinks it's a really romantic gesture and your reaction is adorable.

furina

furina sometimes falls asleep on particularly boring trials and is woken up rudely by neuvillette.

furina likes to have you sitting beside her during trials, if you're into them as much as she is then you'll have a blast together.

furina despises hot weathers and gets really cranky when she's overheated.

neuvillette

neuvillette often does furina's makeup because she's not as good as him (she'd never admit it).

neuvillette has fangs but they're only visible when he smiles with his teeth showing.

neuvillette really likes his hair played with, once he feels your fingers carressing his soft locks he instantly feels drowsy.

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zz0nie · 5 months

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Genshin Hcs, Women EDITION.

Furina, Navia & Clorinde.

notes; im not the most familiar with the girls, ESPECIALLY clorinde, imo she's just not have enough screentime to deduct enough things out of her. :( Sorry if shes ooc

Furina

You definitely need to have high patience for Furina, as her outgoing performances of being Fontaine's Archon, she must act the part! Holding your hand - basically dragging you - across Fontaine. "Oh this would look AMAZING on you, simply amazing!" She would announce to the world as she is holding a piece of extravagant clothing against you. Maybe it was on purpose to let people know you were close, as it comes with a little matching trinket she also coincidentally owns. She wouldn't admit it to your face though.

Like previously; she would LOVE to take you places, whether it be sweet treat testing, clothes shopping or just being in awe at the scenery around you, for Furina would frequently be looking back to make sure you are enjoying yourself. If you point it out to her, she will - much to her dismay - refuse to admit she was looking at you and would in fact try change the subject to a cat she saw walking on the roof of a building behind you.

Would 100% LOVE to be fed cakes she enjoys, something humane and sweet while you are sat in her room together, as a recorder you were suggesting for Furina to listen to for a while runs quietly in the background. As much as she loves to be fed, she would tell you to open up and go "Ahh" as she gently places a small piece of a cake in your mouth.

She will talk a bunch on the return after watching a "performance", If you just admire her she will either become more flustered or will feel more entitled to keep on talking, you wouldn't mind either way. While she talks she uses her hands to communicate with gestures, as you sit across from her, head resting in your palm as you listen. Maybe take note on any if they have any romantic drama, she might be hinting at you that she wants something.

Will force you to come to meetings with her, and if it is with someone who makes her anxious, expect her to hold your hand and play with your fingers cautiously.

Has 0 shame in PDA, however, would prefer to keep it to a minimal of hand holding or hugs in public, she prefers to verbally tell the world you are hers and she is yours.

Navia

Many many Baking dates! If you can't bake, that's okay! Stir something for her! Or help her by cleaning something up. Just you being there makes her so happy you want to enjoy something she does.

Definitely goes and buys matching pendants for you, if you aren't that sort of person she will find an object that you can both hold dear to you. Such as matching teacups! She is a very flexible person when it comes to gifts. She loves buying you whatever she can, however she does prefer to stick to sweet goods.

Dancing in her kitchen together, or if you're alone any make-shift kitchen she creates in the moment. While waiting for the macarons to bake, you gently place your hand on her hip and lift her arm up, swaying slowly as she giggles and places her hands on you in return, gliding around as you twirl with her.

Loves it if you ask her for anything, any help, you two are there for each other so why not make use of it? She can become a very busy woman though, so don't go over boarding the requests!

She plays with her hair when she is nervous, just grabs a strand and twirls it in her fingers. If she doesn't want to be as obvious, the hem of her dressing will become her new best friend. Gently twisting the fabric on her hands, rubbing it together as unease sets over her. Hold her hand - give it a soft squeeze - let her know she is okay and you are there.

Clorinde

(once again, i apologise if this is ooc)

If anything does ever happen she's quick to find out and come to your aid, you are her priority. If you're clumsy she'll keep a box of aid on her at all times, due to this while you walk she will have an arm hovering around your side, as she isn't a fan of PDA herself, she will keep a distance between the two of you.

Practically acting as a bodyguard as most people assume when you are first spotted while walking together in the streets. No one will confront you or try straggle for higher prices around the two of you. It’s like walking a doberman, you have big scary dog privileges.

She will refuse to teach you her sword art. However, she will be 100% on teaching you how to defend yourself - if you don’t know how to - coming close and personal to you if you posture is off, standing right behind you as she helps you position yourself for defence or attack. She just wants to make sure you’re safe when she can’t be there to help you. Though, while you two are together, she's soft like putty, completely melts in your arms and just wants to relax. You are her safeguard at home when you are alone.

Clorinde is serious and always ready to take things head-on. This does not involve a private life full of fun and puns. She may be slow to catch onto sarcasm too, taking everything you say seriously - she wants the best for you - even if you made it rather obvious that you were joking. She, was not - which may have causes a couple small arguments or surprises.

She loves animals as much as she may not admit it. She’s probably had a few pets in her lifetime, so when she comes to you and you’re holding a stray kitten, she can’t say no to you when you both send pleading eyes her way. You didn’t think it would be that easy, but it was all worth it when you see the two of them on your sofa, sleeping together, Clorinde holding a protective hold against the kitten who’s snuggled into her neck as she’s on her side. Gently pulling a blanket and kissing her forehead gently you wish her a good sleep.

When Clorinde has to go for duty for longer than usual, you’ll see her gazing out into the window or door as she is in her office. She looks up expectantly as her door opens, however to her dismay it wasn’t you. Wow, how she missed you so much. When the person leaves her office she pulls out a picture you took of the two of you for her, with a small note on the back, “Miss you so much, remember to take care of yourself!” She looks, smiling at the picture before swiftly place bc it back in her pocket. Another person came in.

#genshin #genshin hcs #genshin impact #genshin impact hcs #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshinhcs #genshin imagines #furina x reader #furina x you #furina x y/n #navia x reader #clorinde #navia #furina #zz0nie

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notelcol · 2 months

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Loss.

TW: murder, death

A tragic Wriothesley story.

Mildly edited, apologies for mistakes🫶

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You had been married to Wriothesley for quite some time. You both met in the Fortress when you were serving time. When Wriothesley decided to take over administration and become the Duke, you thought he was mad. But as your sentence drew closer to an end, the more you didn’t want to leave. He truly was making the Fortress a better place, and anywhere he was, was where you wanted to be. So when the time came, you decided to stay down in the Fortress with him. You took a job in the cafeteria and the two of you began your new life together with the promise of forever. For years the Fortress of Meropide ran in perfect harmony; or at least as close to that as a prison could get. But that all changed when a new group of inmates arrived. Usually people are quite rowdy and aggressive when they first arrive, but they soon settle down once they get into a routine and learn that this place was safe. This group however, seemed to escalate every day. It began as simple peacocking, trying to prove they weren’t to be messed with. But by the end of their first month the were mugging other inmates for coupons and leaving them in the infirmary for days. The ring leader was a man called Jon, he was particularly angry at the world and unfortunately a very large, strong man. Recently there had been a rumour that he was planning something against Wriothesley in an attempt to take over the prison. The very idea put a chill up your spine.

You had just finished clearing up after the cafeterias closing time at lights out. You made sure to lock up all the utensils and cutlery, as per your safety mandate, before heading off to have tea with your husband in his office. The Fortress was quiet and dark, your footsteps echoing through the expanse. It was always eerie at lights out. You stood in the elevator waiting for the door to close, when you heard heavy hurried footsteps racing towards you. The door started to close but they managed to bust in at the last second. You let out a scream, their dramatic entrance gave you quite the shock.

“Which way is this elevator set to go?!” The lady grabbed your shoulders as she frantically shouted. You recognised her as Lourvine, one of Wriothesley’s researchers.

“Down.” You answered her slowly while trying to take a step back from her. “I’m on my way to the Duke’s office.” Your words caused Lourvine to curse before pressing the ‘shut down’ button on the elevator.

“Hey!” You furrowed your brows. “What are you doing?!” You looked at her incredulously.

“You are in danger.” The serious look on her face made you afraid. You nodded for her to continue.

“Jon and his men are waiting for you down there. I expect they have a few men at the entrance above too, just in case.” You took in her words carefully and swallowed nervously before speaking.

“So what do you propose we do?” You asked her, hoping she had an idea. But instead of confidently laying out a plan, she sighed and admitted the worst.

“I don’t know. I had planned to catch you before you got on and hide you somewhere…now my only plan is to stay in the elevator until the Duke gets concerned and comes looking.” Lourvine suddenly looked less serious and more like the terrified young woman that she was.

You had been sitting in the shut down elevator for a few minutes, each second felt more excruciating than the last. You and Lourvine sat in silence, the only sound was two thumping hearts. That was when the clanging began. It started quietly, in the distance, but it seemed to get closer and louder until it became a thump on the roof of the elevator. You looked to Lourvine, both your eyes shook in fear. Then the roof panel was removed and the perpetrator dropped in. You prayed to every archon that it was Wriothesley. But the moment you saw the scuffed brown shoes you knew your hoped were dashed. The sneering face of Jon made you and Lourvine jump to your feet. She immediately pushed you behind her and your eyes began to well up. Not because you were terrified, which you were, but because of how Lourvine was so loyal to you and your husband that she would put her life on the line to keep you safe.

“I’ve been waiting for you. You’re certainly a slippery aren’t you.” He looked past Lourvine and straight into your eyes.

“I won’t let you hurt her!” She was determined to keep you alive.

“Now, now little bird. Get out of my way or I’ll have to clip your wings.” He spoke venomously. Lourvine stood her ground and did not even flinch when he stroked her cheek. You knew she was scared, you could feel her shaking violently as she held you behind her. Jon sighed before pulling out a gun. Where did he get that?! You barely had time to process before the shot rang out and Lourvine dropped like a sack of sunsettias. Horror filled your face as you fell to her side. Jon didn’t give you the chance to comfort her in her final moments, instead he grabbed your hair and pulled you up to him and away from her. He grinned at you and held the gun to your head. You closed your eyes and thought of your life. You always imagined you would die of old age, hand in hand with Wriothesley. Your future was being stolen from you. No more late night teas gossiping about the inmates. No more watching him and Sigewinne’s beautiful friendship. No more anything. Your spiralling thoughts were interrupted by another thud on the elevator roof.

“Get away from her.” The familiar voice of your husband relaxed you a minuscule amount. You used Jons momentary distraction to duck your head away from the gun and try to get closer to Wriothesley. BANG! Another shot rang out, but you reached Wriothesley’s arms so that didn’t matter to you. He pushed you behind him, making you think of Lourvine. Your heart cracked a little more as you thought of her bravery tonight. The pain almost felt real. Wait. It was real. You were bleeding. You looked at the back of Wriothesley’s head, wanting to take in his silhouette one last time. He was arguing with Jon, but their words had little sound as you dropped to the ground. Your husband gasped and instantly crouched to hold your face, the other taking your hand. As much as you wanted to spend your last breath holding his hand, your dropped it to shakily point behind him. Jon was smiling maniacally, pointing the gun at Wriothesley. It was muffled but you could hear him shouting at the Duke to face him. A growl left your husband as he slowly turned around. The rage of losing a dear and loyal friend, and possibly his beloved wife started to take over. The corners of your vision began to fade as you watched Wriothesley grab Jons shooting arm. You were happy to spend your last moments looking at your love. You imagined him holding you close to his chest like you knew in your heart he wished he could do. The struggle in front of became a dark blur as you closed your eyes, fading away to the sound of a final shot

When you awoke, it was cold. You squinted at the bright lights of the infirmary. Sigewinne was instantly at your side, leaving you wondering why your husband wasn’t the one greeting you. You shot up, resulting in your would feeling like it was going to tear open. Sigewinne gently shushed your groans and helped you lay back down.

“It’s okay. You’re safe now.” Her voice could always soothe you. Once your pain had subsided you nervously asked her the burning question.

“Where is Wriothesley?” You watched as Sigewinne’s gaze moved to the floor.

“The Duke…he was supposed to wait for Clorinde to come back him up. But he couldn’t wait for her. By the time she arrived….” Sigewinne stopped. She needed to collect herself before continuing. “When Clorinde arrived, she got there too late. Lourvine was dead, you were unconscious and Wriothesley was taking on Jon alone.” Sigewinne’s eyes returned to your own. “Her entry into the elevator caused Jon to panic and shoot. Wriothesley…is dead.” And just like that, you wished you had never woken up.

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Thank you for reading 🌹

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 4 months

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Them with a reader that tries to be Santa Claus

alternatively: Them with a reader that dresses up to hand out gifts

characters: Charlotte / Clorinde / Furina / Navia x gn!reader (separate)

warnings: none, just fluff

a/n: Soon is christmas eve, aka the day I celebrate christmas on, so Merry Christmas everyone! And Happy Holidays/a nice weekend to those of you that don't celebrate! I hope you all have a great time!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Charlotte

The moment Charlotte first heard about the series of break-ins happening all over Fontaine, she set her mind on investigating them and writing a piece on them once she found the culprit. It wasn't every day that such an interesting case revealed itself after all, and letting it go to waste was the exact opposite of what a self-respecting journalist would do.

All of which was to say that meet-ups between you and Charlotte became rarer as her entire focus shifted towards her new project. So when you finally got the chance to meet, you wanted to make the most of it, getting each other up to speed on what you had been doing these past few days as quickly as possible before moving on to different topics.

“Now that I remember! I saw this really funny red and white coat and hat at that store recently, so I–” you were in the process of rambling while bending downwards and trying to fish the aforementioned hat out of your bag, when Charlotte suddenly interrupted you, her eyes wide open as she seemingly just remembered something.

“That reminds me of something! Have you heard of the recent break-ins all around the city? I’m currently investigating them, I’m sure it will make for a fantastic article, maybe even one of my best.” She asked, causing your head to tilt slightly as you stared at her in confusion, trying to recollect whether you’ve heard of them or not.

“Break-ins? Sorry Charlotte, this is the first I’ve heard of it. What made you remember it all of a sudden, though?” You returned the question, still bent down as you looked up at her.

“Apparently the perpetrator was seen wearing a red and white coat by eye-witnesses. It didn't seem like they wanted to remain hidden at all, especially since they left behind items each and every time, spanning from children’s toys to pieces of clothing… Oh! Maybe they are trying to threaten their victims!?”

The moment you heard Charlotte’s description, you froze, staring at her with increasingly wider eyes while slowly returning to your original position, putting the red hat back onto the bottom of your bag while shifting its contents around until it was covered by another item.

“Oh! Sorry for interrupting you, I just really wanted to tell you about it before I forgot, so I kinda ran my mouth. What were you saying about the hat and coat you saw while shopping?” Charlotte shifted her attention back to you, her usual big smile on her lips as she apologized, causing your face to nearly start blushing.

“O-oh yeah… I thought about how weird they looked. Like, who in their right mind would buy something that stupid looking? Right?” You nervously laughed it off before quickly changing the topic.

Maybe– just maybe –today wasn’t the day to tell Charlotte about your brilliant idea to surprise people with gifts.

Clorinde

It was fair to say that if someone had asked Clorinde how she imagined her evening to go, “having to convince the guardes to release you after they had to fish your half-conscious and yet still screaming body out of some families chimney after you got stuck in it upside-down” definitely wasn’t going to be her predicted response. And yet here you were anyway. Having to explain the whole situation to a pair of justifiably disturbed parents and their child was exhausting enough, but having to do the same to Fontaine’s police force was a completely different story.

“Miss Clorinde, you want to tell me that the subject attempted to climb down someone’s chimney to… deliver them a present? I know the two of you are close, but are you absolutely sure that your perception of them might not be skewed by your relationship? Having to confront the fact that a friend or partner might not be as kind or innocent as thought can be a difficult process.” The guard asked her once again, a compassionate look on his face, only for Clorinde to shake her head resolutely.

“I’m absolutely sure of it. They may do questionable things from time to time, but there’s no doubt in my mind their intentions were well-meaning.” She responded, causing the guard to let out a deep sigh before putting his signature on the piece of paper in front of him.

“If that’s the case, you can pick them up over there… just please make sure to tell them not to do anything like it again. When it happens once, it could be a misunderstanding… if it happens twice, there’s no excuse.”

When the two of you finally left the building, you were holding on to Clorinde tightly, tears rolling down your face as your whole body trembled.

“I’m never doing it again. I thought I was going to die there! Can you imagine how scary it is to be stuck in such a tight place? I couldn’t even move my arms!” You finally managed to form a few coherent sentences, taking deep breaths every once and again as you didn’t seem to calm down until Clorinde reluctantly put one of her arms around you.

…There was nothing wrong with showing weakness, but could the two of you please go home please?

“Why are chimneys so small in the first place?” You eventually asked, not specifically aimed at Clorinde, rather any chimney Archon that might be eavesdropping on your conversation, causing her to let out a small sigh she didn’t realize she had held in before starting to move.

“Let’s get you home first before we discuss architectural matters.”

Furina

If you had asked her on any other day, Furina would have shot down your idea in an instant. The mental image of the former Hydro Archon donning a red hat, coat and fake white beard before handing out small presents to the residents of Fontaine passing by on the street being horrible enough to make her visibly cringe. And yet, when you asked in what was a conversation littered with jests, she jokingly accepted, thinking nothing more of it and quickly forgetting your proposal… that was until she opened her door on one winter day, only to find you standing there, dressed in the same outfit you had described all this time ago, with a second one in your bag.

While you seemed to have the time of your life, talking with a child and their parent in as deep of a voice as you could muster before showing them a big smile, letting out the same laugh she had at one point found amusing before quickly growing sick of it and handing them a small toy, the same could not be said for Furina.

Sure, she did her best to imitate your cheerful act, her career as an actress making her performance perfect enough that Furina was sure no one was able to tell it was just a charade, but saying she was having a blast would be far from the truth…

“And? Is it as bad as you thought it was going to be?” You asked her in what was barely more than a whisper, making sure nobody around you would be able to hear your voice.

“This is embarrassing. I cannot believe I actually agreed to this. Aren’t you scared someone will find out who you are?” Furina responded in kind, only for you to let out your deep laugh once again, nearly causing her to cringe then and there.

“Anyone looking for Furina would look for someone clearly just acting. So throw your worries out the window and just embrace the ridiculousness and you won't have to worry about a thing”, you explained, before giving her an amused smile. “Try it.”

“Try what–” Furina asked you in a confused manner, only for it to click the moment the words left her mouth, “--No. I’m not doing the laugh.”

“I promise you’ll start to enjoy this whole thing if you just do it.”

“I–... I cannot believe I’m actually starting to consider it.” Furina cut herself off with a sigh, before once again opening her mouth and finally following your advice. Letting out as deep of a laugh as possible while approaching the next parent and child she saw, only to receive a smile from you in response.

“Ho Ho Ho! What’s your name? Let me take a look at my list to see if you were a good child this year.”

Navia

Handing out gifts was one thing both you and Navia appreciated. No matter how much money you had, seeing someone’s eyes light up when they received a present was enough to turn even a middling day into a good one. And if there was one demographic besides your loved ones that felt great to give gifts to, it were children, so when you pitched your idea of dressing up and delivering presents to Navia, she was quick to take you up on it.

Having the outfits designed and made, as well as putting enough money to the side to buy enough toys to hand out to a all children of Poisson and Fleuve Cendre as well as a few of Fontaine’s overground took quite a bit of time, but once it was finally done, you and a few of your colleagues were ready to head out.

As Navia sat in her office, nervously glancing at her clock every now and then while waiting for you to return, she couldn’t help but start to worry. Making a few rounds in the Fleuve Cendre shouldn’t take that long. Sure, the canalisation could be a bit disorienting from time to time, but you had been down there often enough to know its layout like the back of your hand. Maybe you just made a quick stop somewhere along your way? No, you wouldn't be two hours late if you did… or maybe you ran into trouble?

Just as Navia was about to start imagining horror scenarios however, a knock on her door interrupted her thoughts, and when you waltzed into her office with an apologetic smile, she let out a sigh of relief.

“Where’s your costume?” Navia’s attention shifted to your clothes once she finally calmed down, only to find the red coat and hat missing. With a slightly embarrassed smile you signaled to the bag in your hand, previously full of toys, now containing nothing but your outfit.

“A few kids asked me to play tag… and I kind of– Heh, tripped and into the water.” You nervously explained as Navia observed the clothes in your bag. “The parents of the child didn’t let me leave before I washed up and they could clean my costume, saying it would be wrong after everything the Spina did to help them… so that’s why I was late.”

“When I took a walk around Poisson I saw a lot of smiling children today. I’m sure your idea brightened many days, so thank you. Welcome home.”

#charlotte x reader #charlotte #charlotte x y/n #charlotte x you #genshin x reader #clorinde #clorinde x reader #clorinde x you #clorinde x y/n #furina #furina x you #furina x y/n #furina x reader #navia #navia x reader #navia x you #navia x y/n

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Very short drabbles: how they carry you- Genshin women

Gn reader. Fluff. Sillyness.

beidou the kind of woman to sling you over her shoulder when you don’t want to walk anymore

Jean carries you bridal style

Lisa gives you a little playful shock to re-energize you then asks if you can carry her

Yae probably teases you about how little you two have traveled.

Ei probably stops the whole group to let you recover then scoops you up herself, bridal style

Yelan also would do over the shoulder. She can’t dillydally in one place for too long.

Arlecchino would prefer bridal style as well. But your many children would also be willing to help or carry you if needed.

Eula would complain about your lack of stamina then hold you properly in a bridal style position.

Ningguang would let you catch your breath first then would let you lean on her once you wipe the sweat off.

Navia would sling you over your shoulder and start playfully running to your designation as her guards struggle to keep up.

Clorinde would dainty hold you bridal style. A firm but gentle hold.

Shenhe would carry you properly and firmly the whole rest of the way. With no sign of strain or exhaustion in sight.

#genshin imagines #genshin x y/n #wlw #jean gunnhildr x reader #lisa x reader #yae miko x you #arlecchino x y/n #alrecchino x reader #clorinde x reader #navia x you #eula x reader #ei x reader #beidou x you #beidou x reader #shenhe x reader

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les améthystes du ciel | neuvillette — part 2

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 : none, really — maybe ooc navia and wriothesley? LOTS of angst in this one, people (kinda), can't think of anything else, this is sfw word count : 5.2k (not much of an improvement) note : hopefully this one’s good, it’s a bit rushed because it’s late and I have next to no time to write lmao. anyways, really sorry for any grammatical mistakes — I AM half-asleep 96% I’m writing and I never proofread cause I can’t be bothere LMFAO 😭

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Neuvillette has always been a curious individual.

Why do humans cry? Was one of his very first observations when he was just a young dragon. When he was born with no memories of his previous form, nor with any answers as to exactly why he was reborn, essentially; and when Neuvillette had entered society.

He was a stiff, off-putting person—his human form was beautiful, but intimidating, making humans all around to shy away from him. They all thought he was arrogant, disagreeable, haughty; this confused him mightily. They hardly know me. They’ve never spoken to me. Why are they so sure I’m going to harm them?

After years of rejection, resentment mixed with incertitude brewed within him—resentment towards the humans who took one look at him and deemed him as scum, and incertitude for who he was meant to be.

However, it was the newly instigated Hydro Archon who encouraged him to give the humans one more chance. Her words, uncharacteristically soft, still ring clear within his mind today—you will see much in the human world. From the delightful to the depressing, and one day, when you have dwelt among humanity long enough, you will be placed to bring judgement over all as a spokesperson for Fontaine’s past.

As he embraced his destined role as Chief Justice, Neuvillette was soon privy to all kinds of walks of life for humanity—and how it was not right to put them into a box, to confine them to a stereotype. To assume that all were evil, that all would shun him, when there were many he had met over his long life, and many more he would meet, that were good at heart, and that accepted him as one of them.

The resentment dissolved like ashes into water, melting into purity of heart, and newly awakened fondness for humans. He came to accept their faults, that there would always be good and evil, and how it was up to him—as the primary face of justice itself—to make sure the two opposites were balanced out.

He himself was redeemed, and therefore understood that the same factor applied to those seemingly helpless. Change was daunting, but it was also inevitable. Neuvillette changed his views, and thus he himself was transposed for the better.

Neuvillette would never, however, understand emotions. The concept was utterly foreign to him—but the one thing that puzzled him the most was how he had them. How can I feel something I cannot fathom?

Like the depths of the chasmic seas that encaged the lands around them, one would never come to know of what lurks within the immeasurable darkness of those uncharted waters—much like the human heart. Although with a human form, Neuvillette adapted and accepted, but he did not become. He did not know the true purpose for exactly why he was born, and he doubted he’d ever find out. But he faced each day, burned each bridge, and grew to love humanity as one would love their own.

No one is without sin, not even the just Iudex, and no one goes without mistakes; but his philosophy is to learn from them, and make a change for a greater future.

Neuvillette feels. He feels the anger, the indignance, the heartbreak of the people who stand behind those docks, yelling passionately and jutting fingers at each other to try and push their objective across. He feels the tears streaming down loved ones’ cheeks as they bid their convicted farewell. He feels their anguish as they descend into the deeps, down into the confines of the Fortress of Meropide, likely never to feel the warmth of the sun upon their skin again.

And he feels the blood—the life—emptying from their veins, from their hearts, as they stare spiritlessly at the improvident ceiling of the Opera Epiclese, having paid the price of their honour, their freedom, and the final slivers of their humanity on the arena floor. While the crowd is enraptured, the Hydro Archon beguiled at the sight, Neuvillette would watch on with an expression kept carefully void of emotion, of feeling—but the rain pounding relentlessly against the windows is sign enough towards his deepest sentiments.

The Chief Justice takes zero pleasure in the misery of others. If he had the ability to take it away, he would. To live in a world unrequiring of justice, of prison, is the perfect ideal, and what he strives to grasp. To live in a land empty of discrimination, where each and every one is accepted. Something as out of reach as the stars he gazes up at nightly, but not invisible.

Neuvillette grieves. He has long accepted that fact as part of his being, essence and existence. Although finding great difficulty in expressing such corresponding emotions, he feels them with such grounding intensity that it leaves his form frozen, unable to move, within the pouring rain.

The topic of ‘love’—the type vastly different from mere platonic attachment; the type dearest Furina wants him to experience at least once in his long life—is a foreign, undiscovered theme to the Hydro Sovereign. Romance is almost unfathomable to him—he knows to appreciate the beauty of a loving couple joining together as one in a jovial ceremony with family shedding tears of joy for the two, but the Chief Justice has overseen too many divorces in court that vary with fiery disputes to glacial, eerily calm separations to believe it is ‘forever’.

It would only be natural for him to be so wary of the concept, and involving himself in it as a married man. If he were to marry a human woman, he would outlive them—and the problem would only worsen if grew to love her. The pain would be too much to bear—that he understood, considering the sheer misery and sorrow those widowed—and even divorced—endure upon disunion with their spouse.

That is why he was very reluctant to agree to Wriothesley’s plan—not only was he sure the young woman in question would vehemently disagree, but he himself found the idea to be, yes, clever and with potential, but also utterly outrageous. If the third party involved was not an airheaded Archon only worried about her next slice of cake or the scandals brought to light in the Opera Epiclese, the scheme would be deemed truly absurd.

・・・・

Navia, incensed at her loss of chance to pair you up with your future husband at the ball, availed herself to her last resort—champagne.

“Th…thanks to this…” she slurs, pointing one wobbling forefinger uncomfortably close to your nose, “…you weren’t able to—” hiccup, “find love!”

“Did I ever say I was in need of it, Navia?” You gently push her finger away, steadying her with a hand to her shoulder, keeping her from taking a little tumble off the bench. You both are outside, in the fresh night air, away from the stifling ambiance of wine, heat and sweat from the ballroom and breathing in the afterscent of the rain that had just stopped. Miraculously, you’d located one outdoor seat in a nearby gazebo, somehow dry from the downpour. Navia had inhaled two and a half more glasses of champagne under your nose and left her a flushed, babbling mess. Sighing, you’d accepted the inevitable and kept her company until the carriage arrived to take her home. “You really don’t need to play matchmaker for me. You say you’re content with single life, so what makes you so sure I’m not?”

Awaiting an answer, you allow her a few moments to collect her muddled wits and reply—but you receive none. With a groan under your breath, you find she’s fallen asleep, mouth half-open with the beginnings of drool starting to leak out. The scent of alcohol is strong on her, and you know she’s dead unconscious—as she ever gets when she drinks too much. Huffing out a weary breath through your nose, you pat her shoulder and allow her to snore away upon you.

In no world would you ever leave her alone, defenceless; her Geo Vision would only be so useful in her protection when she is sober, not passed out. And who knows what kind of sex-deprived knaves would venture along and decide to have a little fun with an unconscious lady—the very thought made you shudder.

The late-night air has a slight chill; one that has you internally berating yourself for being so careless as to forget your evening shawl—one specially reserved for such occasions. It has finally stopped raining, but the clouds still hang heavily over the sky, blotting out the stars.

You lean your head against the wooden pillar behind your seat in the gazebo and close your eyes, willing yourself to destress. With a wasted friend at your side and the taste of impending rain upon your tongue, you allow yourself to fall into your thoughts and do what you’re best at—overthink.

Well. Honestly, I think I made history tonight. You are getting ready to kiss your privacy goodbye, considering how the rumour mill would already be in full swing due to your dance with the Chief Justice. This was a big mistake.

Navia’s soft snores draw you from your thoughts as you sense footsteps. Wary, you straighten, preparing yourself to tell whoever the pesky man was that followed out for Navia to piss off. You await the person to step from behind the fragrant plum tree in front of the gazebo’s entrance.

A not-so-polite statement, that’s ready to fire, dies on your tongue the moment the person approaching finally enters your line of sight.

Oh, no.

Neuvillette doesn’t appear to see you at first, calmly sauntering through the garden; his long, silvery hair gliding out behind him gracefully, footfalls soft and unobtrusive against the grass. There is no moonlight, but you can recognise his silhouette easily by the way he carries himself and his presence.

Should I greet him? You don’t really want to. You’re afraid you’d be bothering him. The embarrassment of putting him on the spot while dancing still leaves a bad taste in your mouth.

You opt to remain quiet, feigning ignorance to his presence. There’s no way I can move without waking Navia and thus gaining his attention.

Neuvillette continues on walking, before coming to a stop in front of a rosebed, the view overlooking the sea. There isn’t much to look at, as there is no moon or starlight to provide luminance; yet you can’t help but feel like he can see what you cannot.

Navia’s snores are not exactly quiet; you surmise he must be too deep within his thoughts to have noticed you as he walked past. He is still within hearing distance—but he does not turn around, does not greet you; he shows no sign of knowledge towards your presence.

The breeze caresses his cascading hair gently, letting it drift back and forth as his towering form lingers silently. With his hands behind his back, posture ramrod straight, you suddenly feel like you’re imposing on his alone time. And just as you move to lightly shake Navia awake and leave the Iudex in peace, a droplet of rain splashes against the top of your head.

Seriously? You glance up in annoyance at the sky. Even under the roof of the pavilion, you’d still be in the direct line of the rain, which is growing heavier by the second.

Then you pause—Neuvillette has no umbrella. You glance over your shoulder at him. His head is now bowed, posture not quite tense nor relaxed; in fact, you’d say his broad shoulders are almost slumped. A stance you could never have seen or imagined the Iudex in, especially when he is always so tall and intimidating and unyielding in that hall.

Previously, you had nabbed an umbrella from the umbrella stand near the front door as you escorted Navia out for fresh air. It had just stopped raining, and you knew it would be wise to take one anyway, especially with how overcast it was, and now with the rain bucketing down and the most influential man presently moping out in it, you clutched the item in your hand, contemplating.

What if he catches a cold? You glance hesitantly at Navia, who seems to be contentedly snoozing away, safely out of the rain. It’s now bucketing down in incessant sheets, soaking anyone out in it to the bone. Thanks to the darkness of the night and the thick, pelting rain, his form is distorted and almost invisible.

You quickly make your decision and snap open your umbrella, bravely stepping out into the downpour. Immediately, your hem is soaked from the muddy ground, but you manage to manoeuvre your way through its unrelenting force.

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” You call, the sheer volume of the rain blotting out most of your voice. “Please! Come in from the rain!”

He does not appear to hear you, his head remaining bowed. Clicking your tongue in irritation, you stride through the rain, the umbrella heavy under the relentless shower of rain, and arrive at his side.

You thrust your arm up so the umbrella covers the both of you. Finally, the Iudex is drawn from his thoughts, appearing confused at how suddenly the rain has stopped attacking him, and slowly turning his dull amethyst gaze to you.

You almost gasp at the sight—is that the rain, or are those tears? You can’t really differentiate—his eyes, usually a bright, stern lilac, is reduced to two opaque mauve beads with the unmistakable gleam of sadness in them.

You blink, your words of reprimand for his stupidity of standing out in the rain dead on your tongue. “Uh…Monsieur Neuvillette…are you okay?”

“Ah, my apologies.” Why are you apologising? You are slightly taken aback at his sudden expression of regret. “I…got fairly immersed in my thoughts.” “Do you like standing out in the pouring rain, Monsieur?” You ask before thinking better of it, keeping the umbrella steady over his head. It is quite the strain on your arm due to his height, and you almost flinch back from him in realisation at your imperious tone. Lowering your head in beg-pardon, you awkwardly adjust your hold on the umbrella’s handle. “What I mean is…Your Honour, you could very well catch a cold.” Then, you take note of his dripping coat. “Oh, look! You’re soaked to the bone!”

You know that taking him back into the ballroom is not an option—it would be utterly humiliating for him, and could taint his image. Unsure of what exactly to do, you take in his condition: those ivory locks plastered feebly to his forehead, drenched clothing that is now so lacklustre, and that melancholy look in his eyes—eyes that have not strayed from your face for one moment since you approached. Their intensity unsettles you, yet calms you—it’s a strange sensation, one you cannot make anything of, and you are not sure if you want to.

You have caught Neuvillette in a moment of vulnerability, one where his true emotions shine through.

Now, you do not see an authoritative man—the one famous for his just, unwavering impartiality, and the one who virtually rules Fontaine with an iron fist; one who is more suitable for the title of an Archon than Focalors.

However, instead, you see a lonely soul, one who does not know the feeling of a shoulder to lean on. An abrupt, blooming feeling of empathy and compassion explodes within your chest.

An inexplicable urge to reach up and brush his hair from his eyes makes you clench your fist and resist, merely keeping the umbrella above your heads. You’re unaware of how the back of your dress is currently being soaked right through from the rain, uncovered by the umbrella.

Neuvillette lets out a breathy chuckle, one with no humour in it. “Please, you needn’t be concerned for me, truly—”

“Monsieur, people can die from intense chills due to cold, wet weather, such as this.” You sweep your hand out from under the umbrella in a gesture to the rain, your hand immediately drenched upon impact. You quickly wipe it against the dry material of your dress. “How can you possibly expect me to not be concerned for you?”

Neuvillette studies your expression closely, despite the darkness obscuring much of your face. He sees none of the judgement he was expecting to see—instead, he sees genuine concern one would have for a peer they’ve found in the midst of an internal crisis, with seemingly no one to turn to. He sees understanding.

The rain lightens.

You notice, your tense expression easing at the slight assuaging of the rain. A sensation of fulfilment at your relieved countenance immediately confuses him. Then, all positive emotions are swept away like the dark, rushing current ever-raging within him at the recollection of the question he must inevitably ask you—and the downpour intensifies once more.

“Oh, I really thought the Hydro Dragon was finishing up his bawling session.” Your words are spoken in jest, tone slightly sarcastic, and Neuvillette instantly feels regretful at dulling your mood once again. Ah, what a nuisance I must be.

Then, to his utmost surprise, you jokingly cup your hand to your mouth and call out, “Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, don’t cry!”

He blinks. Once. Twice—before barely restraining himself from bursting out in laughter. Immediately, at the swift rush of amusement, the rain completely relents.

“Ah! There we are.” The clouds recede, and the soft winking of stars, in all their glorious whites and blues, glimmer in the deep blue of the sky. You smile, a rare sight for you, up at the Iudex. “But you’re still all wet. Really, what—with all due respect, of course, Your Honour—were you thinking, standing out here in the rain like that?”

Finally, Neuvillette drops his gaze to the ground, then to the roses, and back up to you, through his lashes. “Please rest assured that I would not have caught a cold. I am…resilient.”

You shake your head in disapproval. “That is not the point, Monsieur Neuvillette. I understand that I have caught you at a very unideal time, but please understand why I was so…well, aggrieved, to see you right in the worst of the downpour.”

Neuvillette has to press his lips together to avoid smiling too widely. He tilts his head, before raising one hand and gently taking the umbrella from your hand. Your hand visibly flinches at the unexpected contact, but you swiftly lower your hand to your side as he continues to keep it above your heads, despite the rain having stopped.

“Thank you kindly for your concern, Mademoiselle [Name].” He inclines his head towards you in a benign gesture of gratitude. A soft smile lifts his lips. “You are the first person in a very long time to acknowledge my wellbeing in such a way.”

Your eyebrows fly sky-high in surprise at his words. “You can’t be serious! No one has ever asked how the Iudex of Fontaine is faring?”

“I am not one who is predisposed to lying.” His smile is small; self-deprecating. “But, yes—at least, not genuine expressions of concern, if you will.”

Neuvillette, however, feels guilty within—like a dirty criminal uncharged for his crimes, living with their dark residue on his conscience continually. Wriothesley’s plan still joyously sings its conniving schemes within his mind, driving him mad. Oh, how am I to break this to her? How do I approach her about this?

The Chief Justice is no socialite. In fact, apart from his magisterial stance within the Opera Epiclese, he could be regarded as one hell of an introvert. Awkward—akin to a young foal taking its first steps upon wobbly, newborn legs—and shy, Neuvillette struggles with socialising. He, of course, knows when to force himself to, but he prefers leaving all the chatting to the more-on-the-extraverted-side people like the Duke or Furina—despite her infrequency of attending balls and high-societal occasions, which almost goes against her overbearing personality. To think such a gossip and such a romantic as her would adore appearing at balls—the hub of delicious slander and scandal—but she attends as many as Neuvillette does himself—almost zero.

With his social skills lacking and ineptness towards expressing emotions, Neuvillette is easy to regard as arrogant, haughty and detached to most. The people of Fontaine only see the image of a just, but superior individual—not one with a life behind doors and is secretly solitary. With the heavy burden of keeping their very own Archon’s unrelenting vivacity and penchant for trouble in check, delivering the Oratrice Mecanique d’Analyse Cardinale’s verdict that commonly goes against his own principles and opinion of the matter and upholding his impartial image as an unbiased judge, the Chief Justice finds himself stranded—marooned—on an isolated island, one so terribly cold and lonely, with only his thoughts and tears to keep him company. And to think that the first person in centuries to express solicitude for him is one he must bait into a (frankly outrageous) proposition goes against any and every moral code he retains as a gentleman. As the first person to see and treat him as a human being with feelings that are easily disturbed—like the calm waters of the sea before the winds of a hurricane roughly sweep them up—the last thing he desires to see is the look of sheer repulse towards him; for him to be misjudged once again.

The irony. Inwardly, Neuvillette chuckles sardonically. He sees a woman no one would take a second glance at in the street—a woman who is resolved to her own thoughts and opinions, one with a mind of her own—and someone who would never take kindly to being tied down by the chains of marriage.

Neuvillette is, by no means, a controlling man. He would never try to dictate her life, and would never ask anything of her that would make her uncomfortable and, worse, frightened of him, but he cannot help but feel like he’s trying to lure a songbird into a cage, to keep it confined and its wings clipped.

Neuvillette would never pin any woman down. That is the last thing he can possibly imagine himself doing. And he most certainly could not bring himself to do so to this woman.

All he sees is a misunderstood soul. Much like himself. Maybe that’s why he resonates with her so significantly—and why he is so reluctant and remorseful to push her into the fray Furina kicked up.

He is wrenched from his internal fretting at her voice, the smile now gone from her face, that pinched mask of inexpression placed over her features once again. Oh. How regrettable. She had a nice smile.

Her lips are stiff, but her eyes are not. They are stoic, but not cold. It relieves him.

“Monsieur Neuvillette, please do not misjudge my concern as shallow, wily ulterior motives towards you.” Her eyes shine with clear repulse towards the thought. Ah, when was the last time I saw such sincerity? “I do not seek anything from you, so, pray, don’t take me as one of those knaves with their eyes set on the prize of wealth and notability behind your name.”

Yes, I knew she’d be like this. Minute by minute, Wriothesley’s plot is beginning to seem more and more hopeless. One tantamount to implausibility. One bound to misfire, and the shrapnel that would embed itself within his soul could never be purged.

However, I must try. Neuvillette would prefer a more formal setting—one like his office, not the gardens of some noble he has, frankly, forgotten the name of. But, he fears he would never be able to gain a chance of speaking with her like this again if he let this moment slip.

Jaw clenching, Neuvillette straightens his posture, and swallows. You notice his swift change in countenance, and you tense slightly at the more solemn ambiance he takes on. Have I done something wrong?

“Mademoiselle [Name], I have a very abrupt and, frankly, impudent proposition to make.” You turn your head away slightly so you gaze at him sidelong, wary. What business could the Chief Justice possibly have with me?

“…Of course,” you respond, steeling yourself. You don’t know whether to feel honoured or cautious—but, you are leaning towards the latter.

Neuvillette lifts one fisted hand to his mouth, softly, awkwardly, coughing into it, amethyst gaze beginning to veer away elsewhere. Your eyes narrow in suspicion. “You see, I am in…quite the predicament—one involving our dearest Archon. I’m sure you picked up on something along those lines during our interaction with the Duke of Meropide.”

You recall his cryptic words—Maybe I just did both of you a favour. Maybe I just got Furina off your back.

Nodding slowly, unsurely, you hum in affirmation. “I do, somewhat.”

“Well…” he continues, hand dropping back down, behind his back. Neuvillette meets your eyes once more, stare intent. “Lady Furina has developed an unhealthy interest in third-rate novels imported from Inazuma as of late.”

You begin to lose patience at his beating around the bush—you never took him as one to do so, so you surmise it must be something serious, and something that has put him in an extremely awkward position. “She has taken a liking to the bawdy romance stories from Yae Publishing House?”

“Yes.” He purses his lips. To occupy himself, he lowers the umbrella, gently shakes the rainwater from it so as to not spray it everywhere, and closes it. You reach out to take it, but Neuvillette shakes his head and tucks it under his arm politely. “And thus came some rather…cretinous ideas.”

“Ah, I see.” The realisation is quick to dawn on you. She’s trying to hitch him up with someone. But, why is he discussing this with me?

Neuvillette shakes his head. “I have tried negotiating with her, but she’s quite adamant, you see. Wriothesley, as shrewd as he is, suggested something to me.”

He falls silent once again, and you find yourself left in suspense. Just as you move to demand an explanation, you take in his conflicted expression. This must be serious; so much so he’s really considering what to say next.

The Iudex then squeezes his eyes shut in defeat, and lets out a heavy sigh that leaves him looking deflated. “Furina wants me to marry. She insisted on me attending this ball tonight to find a suitable prospect.” Neuvillette then shoots a stern glare in the ballroom’s direction, as if looking through the walls and at someone—someone you’ve got a good idea about their identity. “Navia introduced me to you, and Wriothesley, in all his craftiness, saw you, deemed you a good fit, and thus we danced.”

Again, understanding is beginning to wash over you. Your eyes widen. No. No, no, no.

“The rumour mill is now running at full capacity, and thus leaves me in a rather unideal situation, you see.” You do. You see it too well. He continues, voice quieter, more hesitant. “The impartial Iudex, the most abstinent man in the nation, one unwed and never to wed.” Neuvillette shook his head at the irony—the sheer absurdity of the situation. “The headlines will go crazy. You yourself said it would be all over the tabloids tomorrow. So, in essence, Furina has won, and has pushed me into a position where I simply must marry—and unfortunately, the most ideal candidate in this debacle is you.”

He has fixed his painfully deep mauve gaze on yours once again, and you find yourself lowering your head, eyes at your feet. “…I see.”

Silence. Chilled, awkward silence. You contemplate your options, how exactly you’re going to get yourself out of this. All in one rush of short-lived, internal anger, you blame Navia for dragging you along and into this, you curse Wriothesley’s name for pushing you to dance with an unwilling man, and most of all, you suddenly feel quite inclined to setting a match to a certain Archon’s quarters.

You, however, do not blame Neuvillette in the slightest. You fully understand his point of view, how regretful he is towards this entire fiasco, and how cumbersome his current position now is.

That does not mean, however, you are going to agree to this. Does this mean I’ll have to marry him? You glance up at him, to find the man also staring at the ground, almost in shame. I mean, it’s not like he’s ugly—in fact, very much the opposite, but… You purse your lips and turn to stare out at the moonlit waters of the Fontanian seas. It will mean I can kiss goodbye to my freedom. My independence.

“I am willing to sort out a contractual marriage—one with conditions. It will only be on paper.” You turn your gaze to him when he begins speaking again. His gaze is earnest, almost begging. “I will ask nothing of you. We will not have to act like an actual couple.” Neuvillette takes in a deep breath, broad chest rising and falling with the motion, his lips thinned. “This will be temporary. Just until the gossip calms down, and Furina’s attention is drawn elsewhere.” Then, you hear him mutter, “Goodness, I wish we were in my office…”

“Please…give me time to think.” I need to get out of here. You swallow thickly, heart pounding. You really don’t know what to make of the situation. “Three days, bare minimum. I will make an appointment with you to see you then.”

“No need, I will make a personal adjustment within my schedule for three days from now. How does two in the afternoon sound?” You easily pick up on the relief in his voice. Goodness, the amount of stress he must be under! You quickly nod your agreement. “Yes, of course.”

Suddenly, you remember Navia, the carriage, and the need to get home. Taking a step towards the gazebo, you pause, turning back to the Chief Justice. “Will there be any kind of way I could personally have a chat with Her Flamboyancy about this?”

The corners of Neuvillette’s mouth twitch at your humorous, sarcastic reference to the childish Hydro Archon. “You needn’t bother yourself. I…” His expression darkened and froze with severity, like that of a father preparing a nice long lecture for his misbehaving child. “Will deal with her myself.”

Swallowing, you nod, unsure of what to say in reply. Resolving yourself to defeat, you then curtsy and express your goodbyes. “Farewell, Monsieur Neuvillette.” You brave one last look into his eyes—ones that are fixed intensely upon yours, nothing but contrition shining through within them. “Have a pleasant remainder of your evening.”

With that, you turn, swiftly making your way back to the gazebo to awaken Navia.

You take five steps before you hear his voice call out, “[Name].”

You pause in your tracks once more, turning to face him, perturbed by the sudden use of your name without the formal ‘Mademoiselle’ before it. “Yes, Monsieur Neuvillette?”

He bows his head. “I am truly sorry for involving you in this disaster. I truly, truly am.”

You sigh, a humourless smile curling your lips. “I find that I, too, somewhat am as well.”

With one final curtsy, you make for Navia, dead set on getting home.

SO, here we are— it's kinda rushed but it's the best I can do with a half-dead brain 🥰

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Shared Dreams, Blossoming Hearts (Wriothesley x reader)

Wriothesley x fem!reader; fluff, pure fluff, heartwarming.

You were not satisfied with the results of the recent case you had been investigating, but Wriothesley seemed to have his own way to cheer you up. (Basically, it was how the two fall for each other)

Notes:

Another Wriothesley fic because he hot >:-)

Okay, I did say I plan for a series but I don’t think I have the patience… Anyways, you can assume that this is the prequel to the other fic I made (the spicy one here) since I used the same setting for the reader. As always, enjoy!

•~•~•~•

You crouched, cradling one of the injured children in your arms, his small form trembling against you.

How old was he? Five? Seven?

You couldn’t fathom how someone could use these innocent children as unknowing pawns in a smuggling ring for the geode, the case you had been investigating on these past few days.

Before you lay four treasure hoarders, all unconscious, subdued by the elemental power you channeled through your vision. A recon log mek was completely broken, no longer a threat.

Though you could intercept the last escaping group, a sense of incompetence washed over you as you realized you couldn't save the children unscathed. You had feared the worst.

"Y/n!" Wriothesley called out as he dashed towards you, Clorinde and her subordinates following closely behind.

He took a moment to glance at the unconscious bodies of the hoarders, understanding the fact that you had been the one defeating them. However, his attention quickly shifted back to you, observing for any injuries.

"Don't worry," he said in a low, soothing voice, his gaze filled with reassurance. "The healers are ready. You should head back first."

You let a moment sink in as you gently petted the boy's head, a soft, reassuring smile on your face. "Don't worry, these people will take care of you," you said soothingly, trying to comfort the hurting child.

Wriothesley watched you closely, a flicker of warmth crossing his features as he observed this caring side of you. It was a moment that revealed another layer of your character, one that he hadn't seen before.

You let the children got lifted by the healers as you stood up, ready to go back to the fortress. Wriothesley talked to Clorinde in the background before escorting you back.

•~•~•~•

As the direct delegate representing the Palais of Mermoria, you were tasked with reporting directly to Neuvillette for cases concerning the fortress. Over the past few months, you had worked closely with the Duke, primarily focusing on investigations related to the Fortress of Meropide.

Your professional relationship with him was marked by your efficiency, something that Wriothesley greatly appreciated. Calm and composed - as others in the fortress described.

However, the recent particular case you had been working on had proven to be quite tricky. It had been unfolding for several days, involving a group of smugglers with ties to the prison. Your investigation had led you going back and forth between the prison and the upper grounds, tirelessly pursuing leads.

Sadly, your suspicions about the use of children as decoys had been true all along, adding a disturbing layer to the case. Upon learning that the other party had Wriothesley occupied, you rushed to the site. Time was ticking away as they planned to destroy the evidence for escape, which meant endangering the lives of the children involved.

Fortunately, the children were safe now, but the weight of the case bore heavily on your shoulders. One misstep and everything would have ended much, much worse… Anger and frustration simmered within you, directed towards the people responsible, the unfolding situation, and yourself, for not realizing the danger sooner or saving the children unscathed.

Children— they were innocent childrens. Why...

With a burst of elemental energy, you unleashed your vision against the dummy in the Pankration Ring. The crackling power of your magic lashed out, a physical manifestation of your frustration.

“Wow, that dummy won’t last long if you keep doing it like that.”

Turning your head, you saw Wriothesley casually walking towards you. You fell silent, observing him as he approached, his gaze softening as he scanned your features.

"Don't beat yourself up too much about it," he sighed, sensing your state of emotions. "In fact, I should be the one thanking you. If it weren't for you rescuing the children..." his voice trailed off, the unspoken gratitude hanging in the air.

You looked up at him, changing the topic as you did not want to imagine the worst. "How are the children doing?"

"They're doing well, thanks to Sigewinne's trustworthy potions," he chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "We can check on them later."

A smile tugged at your lips. "Good… that's great. I would love to."

Wriothesley's gaze softened further, a silent acknowledgment of your care for the children.

"…Hey, if there's someone to blame, it would be me. If I wasn't involved in the other group, this may not have happened, true?" he asked flatly.

You paused, considering his words. He had a point, but you never held him responsible.

"Huh, but..." you started, but Wriothesley continued.

"C'mon, if you want to release some stress, spar with me instead," he said, his lips tugging into a playful smile.

"A spar with the Duke himself? That's... quite the challenge," you chuckled, reluctance in your voice.

You were keenly aware of Wriothesley's physical prowess, not to mention his mastery over his vision. You would never match him in a fight.

"Nonsense," Wriothesley replied with a wave of his hand. "I saw what you did to those treasure hoarders. Use your vision, it's alright. As the ring's rules say, anything goes."

He smiled at you, a hint of challenge in his expression. The prospect of sparring against the Duke of Meropide himself, the champion of the ring, was both daunting and intriguing.

After a moment of consideration, you decided it was indeed a chance to both cool down your mood and train yourself. "Alright, let's do it," you said with a determined nod.

"That's the spirit," Wriothesley's smile grew wider as he made his way to the ring, and you followed him from behind.

Wriothesley tossed his jacket to the side, revealing the well-toned muscles beneath his shirt. The sight of his physique was impressive, a testament to his strength and skill. Even without gauntlets, the icy aura of his vision emanated from him, a reminder of his formidable power.

"No need to hold yourself back, give it your all," he added, his voice firm but encouraging.

With a nod, you mentally prepared yourself for the spar. Without your preferred weapon, you knew controlling your vision fully would be challenging. It felt harder to control without channeling it into a medium—a skill some could master, but it required extensive practice. From what you could tell, Wriothesley was adept at it.

Despite this, you refused to back down. A silent determination fueled your resolve as you admitted to yourself that you did actually want to see Wriothesley in combat—though not necessarily directly against you.

You focused on conjuring your vision into an energy ball, hurling it towards Wriothesley. With a swift sidestep, he dodged the attack and closed the distance between you. Knowing physical combat wasn't your forte, you attempted to keep your attacks ranged.

A slight smirk crossed Wriothesley's face as he started charging at you, clearly understanding your fighting style by now. Despite the challenges of channeling your vision power without a medium, you managed to throw some decent attacks, although most were either dodged or shielded by him.

Your thoughts on strategy were abruptly interrupted as Wriothesley closed the gap, launching into a series of quick and seasoned strikes. Blocking and parrying his blows as best you could, you could feel the icy blasts accompanying his movements. It was clear he wasn't showing his full skill, but even so, his speed and precision were impressive.

Realizing that solely shielding his attacks wouldn't take you anywhere, you focused your vision on creating a small dagger made from your vision elemental energy. With this newfound weapon, you lunged towards him, catching him off guard. Wriothesley dodged backwards, a bit taken aback by your sudden change in tactics.

"Smart move, as expected from you," he complimented. You remained focused and determined, taking measured breaths as the spar continued.

The exchange went rather fiercely, each of you landing blows and dodging strikes in a display of skill and determination. Despite the odds, you managed to hold your ground.

The spar reached its end when the small blade of elemental energy was poised against Wriothesley's neck. He froze, a small smile playing on his lips, admitting defeat in the face of your skill and determination.

"Alright, alright," he conceded, raising his hands in surrender. "You win this one."

You were clearly on edge, your breathing rough and labored in contrast to Wriothesley, who seemed rather unfazed by the recent spar. "You were clearly holding back against me, I can see that," you remarked, a playful glint in your eyes as you breathed in. Despite the intensity of the match and the fact that he was not giving his all, you still felt a sense of confidence building within you.

Wriothesley sighed defeatedly, acknowledging your observation. "C'mon, you think I could bring myself to beat a pretty lady like yourself?" he responded casually, a playful smile on his face. "Unless you really, really, reallywant me to," he added with a chuckle.

His sweet talk caught you off guard for a moment, but you couldn't help but laugh at his offer. "No thanks," you replied playfully, shaking your head, knowing that you might end up weeks in recovery if he actually did.

Wriothesley grinned at your response. “But, seriously, you’re strong. And clever. With some training I bet you would match the strongest fighter in Fontaine.”

You honestly felt a bit flattered by his words, knowing he was regarding you too highly, but a small mischievous smile appeared on your lips.

"You... or Clorinde?" you teasingly asked him, knowing full well the rivalry between the Duke and the Captain of the Guard.

Wriothesley chuckled, a hint of mock offense in his tone. "Hey now, I'd like to think I could give Clorinde a run for her money," he replied with a smirk. "But who knows? Maybe we'll have to settle this in a friendly match someday."

You laughed at the idea, genuinely intrigued with the prospect.

Wriothesley smiled contently at your laughter, his eyes warm as he asked after a while, "Feeling better?"

For a second, you forgot that you were here to take out your anger as he asked that. The spar had indeed shifted your mind and mood away from your thoughts. It was a fun experience indeed.

"Yeah, surprisingly, I am," you admitted with a smile, feeling a sense of lightness after the intense spar. "Thanks for the spar, Wriothesley. It was unexpected, but I needed that."

"Of course, anytime," Wriothesley replied, his tone light. "Let's go to the infirmary for a second to make sure everything's good, okay?"

You nodded in agreement as you followed by his side to head to the infirmary, reflecting on his actions towards you. After a moment of silence, you felt compelled to speak up.

"You're a great leader, Wriothesley, no wonder people chose you," you complimented him sincerely. How he had somehow sensed your troubles, and tended to it.

He looked at you for a moment, a bit caught off guard at the sudden serious comment. He thought for a second, before he said with a low tone, “…A lot of people had supported me along the way, I wouldn’t be at this place if not for them.”

You smiled at him, knowing full well that he was trying to be humble. It was true that he had the support of others to become the Duke of Meropide, but it was also true that his own actions had brought him to this position. His proactivity to help others, his ability to gather trust, and his innate instinct to protect those in need were all qualities that made him the natural and respected leader he was today.

“To be honest, I did feel some disappointment towards myself… But luckily, I got you on my back.” he added, as he managed a smile at you.

Right. The disappointment did not wear him down. Instead, Wriothesley maintained himself to be the pillar of strength, like any leader would. You truly admired him for this. And how he had tended to you, setting aside his own thoughts… you felt like you were drawn to him. Wanting to support him fully.

You were about to respond to Wriothesley when you two arrived at the infirmary, greeted by Sigewinne. She seemed to know what you two had been up to, and proceeded to check on you first, then Wriothesley.

"You're all fine! But you might experience some soreness tomorrow, y/n," Sigewinne exclaimed cheerfully.

"That's... for tomorrow's problem," you replied with a sheepish smile. "By the way, when are we going to visit the children?" you turned your head towards Wriothesley, who was casually leaning back against the metal wall.

"Anytime. Now, tomorrow…. There's no urgent task for today, so, I can accompany you if you want to go after this," Wriothesley said, his tone warm and reassuring.

"Oh, the children! They would love a visit from you, y/n. They have been asking a lot about that yesterday," Sigewinne added, giggling softly.

You smiled warmly at the thought of visiting the children. Despite what had happened two days prior, knowing that they were safe and on the path to recovery now brought a sense of relief to your heart. “Then… can we go now?” you said, turning your head towards Wriothesley as you felt a renewed sense of energy filling in. Wriothesley couldn’t help but smile fondly at you.

•~•~•~•

Wriothesley and you arrived at a place near the Quarter Lyonnais, where the children had been attended to. He observed you closely, walking a bit behind since he knew he wouldn't be recognized by the children, and he knew his appearance could be rather… intimidating. A gentle smile played on his lips as some of the children caught sight of you and ran over, their faces lighting up with joy.

You knelt down to their level, your heart swelling with warmth as you greeted each child with a smile and a gentle pat on the head. One of the older kids, a shy girl, timidly approached and handed you a piece of paper. "Um... this is for you, lady. Thank you… for saving us," her words stumbled as she offered you a drawing. You thanked her warmly, receiving the unexpected present when another boy, whom you had cradled in your arms during the rescue, approached you from the side. He stared at you innocently with his big eyes and asked, his voice soft, "Lady, who is that scary-looking man over there?"

You followed the boy's gaze and looked up to where Wriothesley stood, his imposing figure softened by the warm smile on his face as he noticed your gaze. You couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's innocent question.

“Oh, this man… despite his looks,” you smiled at the boy as you held him gently, pausing for a second, “is one of the kindest and most admirable people I’ve ever met.” You explained as you turned to face Wriothesley, a tender smile on your lips. “Try talking to him, and you’ll see what I mean.”

Wriothesley felt a flutter in his chest as you referred to him, witnessing your interactions with the children. It was as if a delicate bud within him had suddenly bloomed into a flower, its petals unfurling to reveal feelings he had kept carefully tucked away. How long had he been keeping these sentiments? He didn’t know. But in that moment, none of it mattered to him anymore.

As warmth spread through him, he quickly composed himself, maintaining his cool exterior, and hiding any signs of his sudden flush as the boy approached him cautiously. Kneeling down to the boy’s level, Wriothesley smiled warmly.

“Hello there,” he greeted the boy with genuine kindness in his voice. “I’m Wriothesley. I’m glad to see you and your friends are doing well.”

“Mister… Rye-uhh…sslee…?” the boy tried to repeat his name.

Wriothesley chuckled at the boy's attempt to pronounce his name correctly, patting his head gently. "That's right, you got it!"

As Wriothesley engaged with the first child, another female child who had been nearby suddenly ran up to him, asking rather loudly, "Mister, is this lady your girlfriend?"

Wriothesley's eyes widened slightly in surprise at the unexpected question, and he glanced over at you with a faint blush coloring his cheeks, though he didn’t shy away from your gaze. You couldn't help but laugh at the innocence of the child's question, but you also found yourself curious about Wriothesley's reaction.

“Hmm, good question. Do you think I make a good couple with her?” Wriothesley asked playfully, turning the question back to the curious young girl.

“Umm, I don’t know! But she is very nice! And pretty!” the girl answered honestly and innocently, just like any children would.

“Mhm, indeed. She is lovely, I’d rather say,” Wriothesley replied, still facing the girl, his voice low and tender. The young girl giggled in response and ran off to join the other children, just like that. He let a small laugh at the girl’s reaction before turning his head back to face you, smiling.

The unexpected compliment – and his sheer confidence – sent a blush creeping up your cheeks, catching you off guard. Around you, the children giggled and continued playing, unaware of the subtle shift in the air between you and Wriothesley. You managed to give Wriothesley a warm smile in reply, attempting to mask your own shyness.

You finally spent the evening together with the children playing, also with Wriothesley, who they had instantly warmed up to. As you made your way to the aquabus station to head back with Wriothesley by your side, the atmosphere was filled with a comfortable silence, the echoes of children's laughter still lingering in your ears.

You both traveled casually, the gentle hum of the aquabus filling the air as it glided through the water. The evening sun cast a warm glow over the scenery passing by, creating a serene atmosphere around you.

“I haven’t had the chance to see this side of you until recently,” Wriothesley spoke softly, his gaze warm as he looked at you. “You truly have a way with the children, and it's really heartwarming to see how fond they are of you.”

A soft blush tinted your cheeks at his words, and you met his gaze with a shy smile. “Well,” you replied, “I suppose our duties have kept us occupied, so it's understandable if you hadn’t noticed this side of me before.”

Wriothesley nodded, a gentle smile playing on his lips. “True,” he agreed, “but it’s a pleasant surprise. It's clear that you genuinely care for their well-being, and it's truly admirable.”

“I guess – that makes the two of us,” you replied with a warm smile, feeling a flutter in your chest at his sincerity. You had also witnessed Wriothesley interacting with the children, and it was evident that he was a complete natural, despite his intimidating appearance at first look.

Wriothesley pondered for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Finally, after a moment, he asked you, his body a bit tense, “Say, are you interested in working a bit longer at the fortress?”

You paused, considering the offer. You knew your position at handling the cases in Fortress of Meropide was not going to last forever. But, your time at the Fortress of Meropide had been rewarding, and the thought of working alongside Wriothesley a bit longer was rather appealing. Perhaps… something was also blossoming within your heart.

“Hmm... I can't see why not,” you replied with a warm smile.

A sense of relief washed over Wriothesley's features at your answer. He let out a sigh as he stretched his back. “Great. Then please remind me to send the letter of request to Neuvillette,” he said, grinning as his voice tinged with anticipation.

Curious, you asked, “And why would you go that far?”

“Because,” he began, his voice low but sure, “I would like to spend more time with you.”

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whumpback-wail · 6 months

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01 - Make It Out Alive

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Wriothesley growled and pressed the Fatui agent's face further into the ground "I'll only ask you one more time," fire roared on his left side, "Where is she?"

"Lowest b-basement!" The agent choked out, "the doctor kept her locked in a cage, but I'm not even sure if she's still-"

Wriothesley roughly smashed the villain's head into the ground, knocking him out immediately.

She's alive.

She has to be.

"Wriothesley." Clorinde gestured to the dark hallway looming before him, "Go. Me and the others will clean off this place."

With a quick nod, Wriothesley shouldered past them and rushed further down the hallway, all rational thoughts abandoned.

He's getting closer now.

He ran down the stairs which lead to the basement. Even so he felt as if he's moving too slowly.

Will he make it in time before she..

He shook his head, not wanting to finish the thought. Not when he's this close to getting her back.

The basement was a stark contrast to the upper floors. While upstairs it was clean and almost hospital-like, with individual rooms for patients- he refused to call them experiment subjects, the basement area looks unkempt, as if it was simply abandoned. It was dusty with cobwebs on every corner, and the cement floor damp in some areas from dripping water.

Running through the basement, Wriothesley opened every door he passed by. Most of them revealed empty rooms, and some cluttered storage areas, but a handful of them opened to reveal rows upon rows of cages that held people in them.

They were kept in terrible conditions, as if they were imprisoned or left for dead. With each room he opened, and each cage he searched, Wriothesly felt his heart sink lower and lower.

After yet another room searched with no sign of (y/n) he gestured for his men to help the prisoners while he continued his search.

If (y/n) isn't here, there's a good chance she somehow escaped, so that should be a good thing, right?

Or dead.

Pushing the thought out of his head, the steely blue eyed duke came to a halt in front of the final door. This one had a door that sagged on its hinges, tilting in a way that did not let it fit into its frame. It was slightly open and a foul sewer stench seemed to emanate from it. Shivering, he pushed the door open and went inside.

The door opens to a long, rectangular room that resembles a prison, like the previous rooms. There were floor to ceiling bars to his left and right.

Wriothesley went further inside and peered into each of the cells.

Empty.

On the far end of the room, however, there was a smaller sized cage. Something used for an animal, big enough to hold a tiger, but too small for a human to stand upright.

The door was slightly ajar, and there seemed to be something inside it. Something dark and unmoving.

Squinting through the darkness with his heart racing in his chest, he peered inside, gasping when he found that the object is clearly a person. Someone very familiar to him.

It was female, with her hair tangled darker than its usual shade. She was only wearing the bare minimum, a sort of hospital dress, but even so, it was tattered and bloodstained, barely enough to protect her from the cold winter. She laid on the floor of the cage facing away from him, tucked into herself at the very corner as if trying to stay as far as possible from the door.

"(Y/N)!"

He quickly shoved the cage door open further, reaching inside. She was cold. Very cold.

No...

His heart plummeted down to his stomach as he reached in and pulled her broken form out the cage carefully, as if afraid she would shatter upon his touch. She was completely limp, showing no response to his voice and touch.

Now he understood why they didn't even bother to lock the door.

"(y/n)," he turned her over, feeling his heart clench at the sight of her face. Blood from a wound on her forehead covered the left half of her face, while her right eye was swollen shut. Her lips, once soft and pink, now split and cracked.

Blue eyes scanned down her body for more damage, found that it was near impossible with the way blood and dirt stuck to her like second skin.

He noticed how much more skinny she had got, nothing but skin and bones.

"Archons, what did they do to you?" he whispered, caressing her face.

Wriothesley felt tears prickling behind his eyes. Was he too late? He quickly removed his jacket and wrapped her in it, hoping it would warm her up even if just a little

"I-I'm here, you’re in my arms now, you're safe. Please open your eyes, (y/n)..." he rocked her gently, "(y/n)... come on sweetheart, it's me, I'm here. I'm right here." No reaction. She was completely unconscious, her head lolling backwards.

No…

Wriothesley leaned down to listen for her breaths, anything. He was only met with the deafening sound of silence.

“No no (y/n), please, don’t do this to me.”

As if handling glass, he placed her gently on the ground and tilted her head back. Pinching her nose, Wriothesley pressed his lips against hers and blew rescue breaths into her. Blue eyes searched her face for any hint of a reaction as he placed his hands in the center of her chest, one hand laced on top of the other. He locked his elbows and began pumping.

“Come on, breathe.” He commanded, her bruised and battered body rocked with each forceful pump.

How long since she stopped breathing?

He felt the crack more than he heard it. One of her ribs had probably cracked or worse, broken. “Fuck!” his voice came out in a breathless whimper.

Again he leaned down and blew into her some more rescue breaths.

I’m hurting her, I hurt her- No. A few broken ribs will heal, but she needs to breathe.

“Come on (y/n), breathe. Come back to me.”

Wriothesley refused to give up, not when she’s right here. His arms burned from the effort of keeping her heart beating. Even so he pushed himself to maintain his steady pace. He was about to blow more rescue breaths into her mouth when she sputtered and coughed.

“(y/n)? Can you hear me? (y/n)?" his breath shook as he gently rolled her to her side until her coughing fit subsided. (y/n)'s arm, the one against his chest, seemed to try to push him off, a feeble attempt considering his stature was like a brick wall.

Before he knew it, she had gone limp again, the arm that tried to push him rests on her stomach.

Wriothesley gritted his teeth and slowly gathered her in his arms. "I'll get you out of here, (y/n). You're going to be okay."

He walked as quickly as he possibly could, trying not to jostle her too much. But even so it didn't seem to make any difference. (y/n) still remained motionless, her body sagging almost lifeless in his arms.

Walking out of the basement, he was greeted by Neuvilette and Aether. The two had finished battling the meks that went haywire, seeing how so much debris was strewn all about. Their hopeful expressions upon seeing him fell once their eyes landed on the bundle wrapped up in Wriothesley's arms.

"(y/n)? How-" Neuvilette cut Aether off by placing a hand on bis shoulder. Not good. Wriothesley's grim expression and watery eyes told them everything.

"She's alive," Wriothesley spoke past the lump in his throat, "but she will need immediate medical attention. I'm taking her to the hospital." He nodded towards the Aether, who knew immediately he should prepare to teleport them back to Fontaine.

In a flash, Aether, Wriothesley, and (y/n) was gone.

• • •

Neuvilette looked as if he wanted to say more to the three who had just disappeared, but then his eyes landed on Chlorinde, who had stopped beside him.

"I couldn't find her vision," Chlorinde's eyes were downcast, betraying her emotions despite the steely mask she had at all times, "they either ran off with it or destroyed it. The latter is more plausible."

She opened her hand, there rests a piece of golden metal twisted into an intricate frame. Where a glowing red pyro vision stone used to reside, it is now empty.

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Whew first chapter! Been a while since I wrote anything so I hope that wasn't too clunky! Chapter 2 coming soon-ish!

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