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chickenparm · 8 months

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Nothing New Under the Sun (Wriothesley/gn!Reader)

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Wriothesley/gn!Reader 2,229 Words - SFW Awkward dates, pining, fluff

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When you first suggested it, you’d already gone in with the assumption that the answer was going to be a solid no. That he’s too busy right now, that there’s some crisis he has to handle, that the upcoming mandated day off required him to have a presence in the Fortress to prevent any trouble.

But then he’d looked at you from behind the rim of his teacup, the smallest crease at the corner of his eye to betray his little smile, and he agreed.

Honestly, you hadn’t thought you’d even get this far. Stammering over your words, you deliver a time later that afternoon and nearly sprint from his office to the elevators that will take you to the surface once more. You hadn’t gotten anything ready; he normally says no. God, maybe that’s why he said yes, he had to have known you didn’t expect it.

Hotel Debord does takeout, don’t they? If you hurry, you can get there, order a few things to take with, and stop off at home… yeah, this should work. It will work.

The aquabus doesn’t run any faster or slower than it always does, but it feels like an eternity as your knee bounces and you tune out the sound of Elphane’s usual script about the surrounding area and points of interest. You’d lived here long enough and taken this aquabus so many times that if Elphane ever needed a day off, surely you’d be able to fill in.

Never mind the reason you’ve used the Navia Line so many times.

Does he like sweet things? You ask yourself as you search Debord’s menu. He has to, at least a little, right? He takes his tea with two sugars. Okay, Pate de Fruit, then. Maybe some Garlic Baguette. Would Lasagna be too unwieldy to eat? Probably - Tomates Narbonnaises it is, then.

Ah, shit, the drinks.

You can handle that at home, you have a few thermoses. Impatiently, you wait for the food, accepting the box with profuse thanks for their efforts in stashing pyro slime condensate inside to keep it all warm. The bag of Pate de Fruit sits neatly on top and you watch it carefully as you hustle home. A blanket or two should do it - oh, and the tea.

It’s embarrassing how scattered this has made your mind. A simple, “Sure, sounds great,” and you’re in shambles like a child dealing with their crush. Well, you kind of are dealing with your crush, but it’s not like he knows that. Though, knowing Wriothesley, he probably does and has just been messing with you.

Though, that comes with a whole host of thoughts about his motivations. As you fold the blankets to tuck into your backpack, you try to reason with yourself, murmuring beneath your breath that Wriothesley isn’t cruel. Far from it, actually, and if he did know about your feelings, it would be extremely out of character for him to mock you or string you along.

No, he either doesn’t know, or there’s something else afoot.

A quick glance at the clock soothes you - you have more than enough time to get to the location you specified. Then it’s a matter of scoping out a good place and making sure there aren’t any unwanted parties nearby. Hilichurls would have a field day with your goods, probably.

Just North of the Fountain of Lucine, there’s a hilltop angled just right to get a view of Coppelius and Coppelia spinning idly at the Icewind Suit, with a backdrop of the Court beyond it. Wildflowers dot the hill on the way up, and their scent fills your nose as you make the short hike and ensure everything is clear. Nothing to worry about except how you’re going to make conversation with this guy.

Your cheeks warm as you lay out the blanket - checkered, to be cliché. Another thing you weren’t prepared for. Usually you have time to think of arbitrary reasons to talk to Wriothesley when you head down to the Fortress once a week. But this is all purely casual; are you supposed to just talk about the weather?

God, you feel like a mess. Carefully, you set the box of lunch on the blanket, sweeping your hands against one another in little claps as you look at the little setup. Not too bad on this front, you think-

“You look exhausted. Run a few too many last-minute errands?”

The hill nearly takes your life as you almost tumble down it, catching yourself with waving arms before you turn and irritation overtakes your nerves, “Don’t sneak up on someone like that!”

“I wasn’t sneaking, I even called your name from the bottom of the hill. Not my fault you were daydreaming.” Wriothesley doesn’t hide the little half-cocked smile on his face as he tilts his head, making a show of looking at the spread behind you. “Either way, those errands paid off, huh? Looks great. Next time’s my treat.”

Next time, next time, next time-

“Uh… yeah, sure. I got a few things, I wasn’t sure what you’d like.”

“I’m not picky.” Wriothesley answers simply, stepping closer to take your elbow with his hand - it’s warm - and steer the two of you to the picnic you’ve so carefully laid out. “Checkered blanket? Cute.”

Not a single response comes to mind. You could address his light teasing, or his eating habits, or the way his fingers still wrap gently around your arm as if to help you sit down. They don’t pull away until you’re comfortable, and then he takes the space across from you, leaning back on his hands as his legs stretch out in front of him. The bottom of his boots are off the blanket, an attempt to keep from dirtying it.

God, you wanna kiss him.

Shaking your head to get back on track, you try to address any of those topics and instead you weakly ask, “So uh… weather’s nice, huh?”

And his head falls back while he laughs. Not meanly, or cruel, but this odd surprised sort of sound, like he hadn’t expected that at all. Neither did you, to be honest. There’s no attempt made to try and backpedal as you watch enraptured at the shake of his shoulders and that little flash of teeth from his laughter.

Lifting his head it looks at you, eyebrows raised just enough to make him look deeply interested despite his grin, “Yeah, the weather’s great. Lots of sun.”

You want to slap your palm to your forehead, but you instead tense your shoulders and set to work unpacking the box containing your lunch. A bit of steam wafts out thanks to the slime condensate, and as you reach in for the containers, you hiss a little at the sudden sharp temperature.

Thankfully, he doesn’t chide you for being careless, but he does quietly sit straight and all but takes over the distribution of food for you. You’re normally not so clumsy but you’re also normally not in the presence of the man you can’t get your mind to let go of. Wriothesley’s arm reaches out to offer you one of the takeaway bowls, and your eyes follow the lines of his veins, the shift of muscles beneath his skin.

If he notices how your hands shake when you accept the bowl, he graciously says nothing, and instead just reaches for the thermos of tea. Singular.

“Ah, shoot. I forgot the other one on the counter at home.” You murmur, watching as he stops in the middle of unscrewing the cap.

His eyes dart from the tea to you, then he shrugs. “We’ll just share, then. Here.”

Your bowl of food is warm on your lap as you reach for the thermos, taking it and quietly thanking him before taking a drink. Thoughtlessly, you pass it back without further scrutiny of the situation, only to be blindsided when he accepts it and turns it so that he can drink from the same spot on the rim that you did.

And when he swallows, his tongue darts out a little, and your fingers are dangerously close to cracking your bowl with your grip. He has to know. He has to know. Because there’s no way a person would ever cause this much mental damage without it being deliberate.

Your mouth opens and closes, trying and failing to say anything at all. Wriothesley looks at you, face downturned a little toward his food, waiting patiently to give you some time. When it drags a little too long, he’s graciously merciful, “You know, it’s pretty nice out here. Good view, and it’s quiet - one thing I don’t get much of in the Fortress. I’m sure the Palais Mermonia is just as busy for you, yeah?”

Mutely you nod, and just before taking a bite of the food, he says, “We can just enjoy it, then. Don’t feel like you have to fill the silence for my sake. Plenty to be said about spending time with someone in peace.”

Relief floods through you. It’s like he can read your mind, and you enjoy the ambient sounds around you as he smiles knowingly and takes another sip of tea from the same spot. Then, offers it to you.

Surely this is a test, and you look at it unsurely for a moment before he wiggles the thermos a little as if to say, “C’mon, it won’t bite.”

You’re going to pass it, you’ve decided, and you take the tea with a murmur of thanks before shifting it with your fingertips to turn in your hand and drink from that same spot as well. Wriothesley sits up a little, then leans back on one hand again, and looks oddly satisfied for something so simple.

The quiet makes things easier when there isn’t a looming expectation for you to be a good host. The food is finished, and your hunch about sweets was right as he lounges on the blanket and rummages in the back of candied fruits. Unable to keep from watching, you wear a little smile as he chews one thoughtfully, then takes another in quiet approval.

Catching your gaze, he tilts his head a little toward you and asks, “Want one? These are pretty good.”

Nodding, you hold a hand out for him to place one, but he holds his fingers up. They’re visibly coated in little sugar crystals, likely sticky from the candies. “No use getting your hands dirty. Open up.”

Not a single thought rolls through your mind. Nothing at all. Just an odd sort of white noise as you watch him pull a candy from the little bag and hold it with his fingertips, fully intent on feeding it to you. If you back down now, you’ll surely kick yourself for it later, and with bated breath you open your mouth.

The sweetness blooms across your tongue before the candy even touches it. One of his fingertips just barely grazes across your taste buds as he deposits the slice of fruit, and you look at him with wide eyes and your heart pounding hard enough that it must be visible on your chest. You want to die, or maybe you’re already dead, and your mind is shooting its last bits of electricity before you pass on.

“Good, huh?” Wriothesley asks like he hasn’t caused you to toe the line of passing out. He brings his fingers to his mouth, lips wrapping around his index, then his thumb, and he murmurs around it, “Want another?”

How do you explain that if he does that to you again, you’re going to perish?

Luckily, your stunned silence is enough of an answer that he finishes off the candied fruits on his own, sprawled out on the blanket with one arm tucked behind his head and the other idly eating from the bag leaning against his hip. This is a disaster of the best kind, you’re not sure how to recover it. Is this even salvageable?

“I really should be getting back. There’s a lot on my plate today.”

“Oh, if that’s the case, you didn’t have to-”

“No, I didn’t, but I wanted to make an exception. So I did.” Wriothesley sits up, waving one hand as if that would be enough to ward off your worries about taking so much of his time on this picnic. Except he seems more relaxed, like the weight on his shoulders isn’t as heavy, and you wonder if it was a waste at all.

Wriothesley tries to help you clean up, but you nudge him away to give him an excuse to get back to work. As you pack things up, he awkwardly stands there for a moment just watching, before finally asking, “Should we just have our next date at Hotel Debord, then? Less hassle in carting things around, even if this was really nice.”

“Oh, yeah, sure, just let me know when.” You say absently, and he lets out a pleased little laugh before agreeing and leaving you alone. Only when you’re on your way back to the Court do you catch what he’d said, and the bowls in the box you’re carrying clatter together as you realize his proposition and drop them.

A letter with his wax seal is already on your desk by the next morning. It smells like him.

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vash-yuu · 8 months

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— touch grass, bitch —

[[ Warning: swearing, lyney almost getting his ass beaten, might be ooc, nothin' else just fluff and crack ]]

Thank you @ivoryghostyy for proofreading :]]

"After being away from the sunlight for so long, even the terrifying depths of the sea begin to feel like home." he says; randomly, from beside you. He was finishing up his paperwork for the day. After all, being the duke of Meropide had its pros and cons.

One of said pros being your title as a duke, granting you access to a copious amount of power. Not to mention your wealth—you were literally filthy fucking rich.

And the cons? Well, for one, you don't touch grass. Ain't any better than those Akademiya folk, but hey, at least you're hot.

Moving on to the current situation,

You were completely done with your significant other's bullshit.

That being said, you take matters into your own hands, dragging his ass up to the main city of Fontaine in hopes of introducing him to some of your friends. Nothing could possibly go wrong, right?

Wrong.

When you first proposed the idea, he immediately shut it down. Apparently, he had a lot of work to do and couldn't be bothered to go back there. So you decide to go with plan B.

"for fuck's sake, LyNEY. PLEASE.HELP. ME."

…and that plan B was to get your friend, Lyney, to take pictures with you in hopes of getting your loving, always bruised up boyfriend, Wriothesley, to touch grass.

Lyney sighs deeply, knowing of your idiotic tendencies, and deciding to step up so you'd stop making a fool of yourself. You practically begging on your knees-

After your lil' photoshoot with Lyney (bless his soul), you had one of the guards send it off to Wriothesley under the guise of "important business" from Neuvillette.

Needless to say, Wriothesley was furious. (Who dares to mess with the alpha's mate!?) Why were you hugging him so intimately? Why did your smile look different from the ones you sent his way? He—quite childishly, might i add—stomped all the way from his office to the Fountain of Lucine. There you sat, laughing with Lyney, discussing the possible stages of grief your boyfriend might have just gone through.

In all his glory, the duke of Meropide, among his other titles, was making his way to you; looking like he was about to beat the ever living fuck out of the magician.

..Oh shit, he almost did.

Before it escalated, you quickly explained the gist of the situation. No, none of it was real. Yes, you only did it to get his fine ass out of the confines of his office. Simply, he countered:

"You could have just asked, y'know?"

This bitch-

Ahem. It seems that he's already forgotten the fact that you did ask; failing miserably in the process. How long ago was it? hm, oh yes, just a few moments before you decided to ask Lyney, of all people, for help.

Speaking of the magician, he's already taken the chance to escape. I mean, considering how his friend's idiotic prank almost caused him a horrible death, why wouldn't he?

With no other option than to stay with you, Wriothesley let his jealousy subside. He found his place beside you, watching the setting sun from atop the hill you found yourselves on; a picnic, if you will.

After a long moment of silence, he spoke.

"..Thanks." You turn to look at him.

"Y'know, for gettin' me out of that place. I never realized how homesick I actually was after gettin' used to the dark 'n gloomy walls of Meropide.."

He held a small smile, a rare act; a scene only you can witness. In the spur of the moment, you move subconsciously, placing your lips against his. 'It tastes like black coffee,' you note to yourself, recalling all the all-nighters he'd pull just to finish his work. Bitter, yet addicting.

Maybe one day, he'll be free of the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork on his desk. Maybe, just maybe, he'll find the time to surprise you; dropping on one knee and asking you to spend the rest of your life with him.

You look forward to that day.

Bonus:

"Hah! Just in time!" You heard a voice exclaim.

Quickly pulling away from each other, the two of you turn to the culprit.

"..Lyney. Was it necessary for you to follow us?" You question, glancing at your boyfriend who looks about ready to maul the magician to death.

A death he should've brought upon sooner.

"Oh, Would you look at the time! I'd best be going.."

"Wrio," you turn to your lover.

"Get him."

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chiyoso · 6 months

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UNDENIED SATISFACTION

g. impact — neuvillette fluff oneshot.

▶SYPNOSIS. after the melusine threats came to a satisfactory conclusion, the iudex became overwhelmed with positive feelings, having you being a reason for one.

▶CONTENT. takes place after neuvillette's story quest, spoiler free, female reader, fluff, no usage of y/n, maybe suggestive, neuvillette crushing on you making him have an existential crisis, reader is a goddamn teasing bastard

“melusines, are such beautiful creatures.”

“...miss kiara, was it?” you call out to the pink melusine, low with admiration.

“that- that's right! you know, you were absolutely close to quoting the iudex just now!” though shy and hesitant, she'd accept your invitation, giving you trust by placing her paw upon your palm.

the iudex huh? “is that right?” the pink melusine's spirits went and above, just inching closer to your welcoming nature, familiar, inviting and familial.

“then, he would already, no doubt be most fond of lovely beings such as you.”

“that would be correct,” deep. you thought upon hearing the voice that answered for the melusine.

you turn towards your shoulder, looking past to see what you had expected to have bland, dark and judge-like qualities, but he was more beautiful than what your mind had conjured.

so dignified, reserved, an elegance you don't see often in high-octane courts, or rather—for where you were hailed from. “ah, and you must be...”

“the subject of your discussion,” he'd answer as you were standing up, turning completely to his direction, letting go of the melusine's paw.

“the chief justice, the court judge of fontai...” his voice trails off, noticing himself about to ramble about while taking in your soft expression.

“forgive me, though given many titles by the people of this land, it would be most natural if you were to addressed me by the name i am known widely for,” so well spoken too.

you closed your eyes briefly, processing the sound that accompanied his words. it was nothing but pleasing to the ears, the same could go for his aesthetics, pleasant, too pleasant for the eyes to witness.

“it's my first,” you take his attention, stealing his glance from the melusine. “to see the iudex personally, and up close to be precise,” the iudex cannot make do with that vague statement, and it was a great pet peeve of his, not able to discern things if vague comments such as this were passed to him with a negative, or positive light.

“ah, so you already know of m—”

you bend a knee slightly, placing a hand towards the center of your chest, lowering your head, with a smile, and with only that, you would capture multiple attention, the hearts and minds of those around the fountaine of lucine.

and if he was able to, let him be apart of the said crowd. stirred with confusion, a steady beat that began to form a rhythm in his chest.

an outsider, both you and him. one was masked, hiding a primordial identity, and the other was presumably new to this land, foreign to dramatic concepts, views and hightened agriculture.

it was a long, long existence. a witness to countless of things, receive endless of things, but never, not once receive this form of respect, this, this very gesture of absolute high regard.

he was no archon, but you would deviate your self preservation to treat him as such?

“please, stand tall,” it was unlike him. you heard a dust of anxiousness, panic, and if this was disarm tactic, to let his guard down, it would be most very effective had it been a different situation.

“there is... absolutely no need of heavy formalities, be most assured, i'm not one to be receiving such a form of praise. the hydro archon, she, herself would be very pleased t—”

“the hydro archon...” you interrupt, now tilting your head up. your gaze, mirroring those that you see in fontaine's citizens, an unfiltered, open reverence only he can witness from afar.

seen only towards focalors.

“the begs a needed question then,” you sigh, eyes narrowed with a subtle disbelief.

“what makes you any lesser or any different than these archons, monsieur neuvillette?” you lower your head again, towards the pavement.

“you judge atrocities, bring out injustice in the form of words, a justice that only resorts to extreme measures if requirements are met—”

“—and unlike a few factions, nations, you continue to progress and maintain order, ordainding the pre-ordained,”

“your order brings out justice in the form of performances, inciting no wars, a form of execution, not by blade—but with immovable conviction,”

“relaying each syllable, sentence, coherent with a pre-determined decision through every, life changing verdict,” you stand up this time, now slowly returning your gaze back up to his, gleaming and determined.

two words of which he will use for the eyes that peer onto his, appraising him, his occupation, his actions that he has continuously, like a ritual, doubted throughout the ages of his longevity.

what is the iudex able to do at the current?

you shower him with words that are hidden as praise, compliments concealed in truths, speaking in familiar terms that reminded him of how a certain individual in the fortress of meropide came to berate—or rather eased his history with.

but to those who are well versed in discerning, to deconstruct letters that form sentences of positive and negative, your truths seemed as if you were declaring, profressing, relaying each act of truth with a voice, identified with nothing but affection.

to who were listening in silence, anyways.

but you would be most in luck, the iudex, being one of many intelligences, his knowledge in emotions, mental subjects, he wouldn't confess that his intellect on matters such as this one, would be on par to his refined, pre-historical wisdom.

and all the great iudex could do was process, process and process, think, think and think, thinking about your words accompanied with a certain tone he hasn't heard from, and processing the feelings of what lies within his mortal body.

“and so i ask again, what makes a difference wi—”

“—the difference... the difference would be,” he tries to interrupt the moment your mouth opens to speak again.

“the answer to your... question,” he hesitates, taking a brief glance towards the sky.

it was thundering.

just like something else underneath his chest.

neuvillette closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, then shortly returning his gaze towards yours, yours that were provoking, just daring him to try to refute your truthful statements.

honest, beautiful statements, the beautiful part he wanted to deny, deny and deny. “i am the chief justice of fontaine, i uphold law, i bring out what is necessary to the land of justice, to lay out the hydro archon's wishes, furina's ideals, it is only—”

“—your duty.” he would straighten himself, a slight disorientation to his pupils from you finishing his sentence. he will never, ever understand how humans are able to anticipate his words, and he will only hope that one day, he will be able to.

“oh, what things have you witness and heard from those that stir around you,” you say softly, with pity, moving towards the silent, little melusine once again, kneeling down as you lay your affections towards the creature, gently taking her paw, having her react positively, child-like.

“what things have you received, to the point where you deny you such deserving words,” the melusine perks up, her eyes glittering, excited towards you. “right!? monsieur neuvillette is so very highly regarded to us melusines!! it is truly absurb for him to not acknowledge our praise!!”

“shh, the iudex stands tall beside us, miss kiara.”

“oh,” you giggle to her sheepish demeanor, cooing her to reassurance, tending, motherly.

neuvillette, silent, glances down to the sight of mortal, and creature. you interacting with the little melusine, addressing her as equal, appreciating the creature's existence with little actions of affections, be it holding both of her hands, the way your eyes sparkle with fascination, sincerity.

“no no, i'm sure the chief justice won't put you in trial because of that,” you whisper, continuing to giggle, cupping the little melusine's furred cheeks.

“but- but i called him absurb!”

“hmm, should i also call him as such to accompany with you?” her eyes glisten with hope, the melusine lunging her little self forwards and tackling you in an embrace, muffling her soft wailing against your chest.

what was it. what is it.

what was the feeling inside his chest.

he didn't hate the feeling, but it wasn't exactly welcomed either. it was a feeling, similar to how you give a little infant the act of shock and joy by playing peek-a-boo with them, or having a sumeru citizen be invited and accepted into the akademiya with unbridled relief, and acceptance.

and all would be accompanied by confusion and fear, like stepping into a new continent, filled with unknown and uncertainty.

neuvillette, reserved, judgemental, and unapproachable. to the naked eye, he is obscure as he is enigmatic, and to the ones that have grown familiar with him outside being a court judge, it was his natural state of self, and it was his job to condemn, for he is judgement himself.

so the contradictions lie within him, feeling this way, letting a strange, external emotion he wasn't accustomed with, threaten his security, just gnawing at the depths towards his vulnerability.

after all, how could he?

how could he ignore pleasant feeling anyways?

the melusine takes a little peep past your shoulder, towards the iudex, and her eyes would widen slightly, witnessing the color of her own fur, mixed in with the fair radiance of his skin.

“t-the iudex,” a small, questioning 'hm?' you replied with, pulling back slightly, seeing the melusine have a constrasting reaction towards something.

your attention would follow where her own went, looking over your shoulder to an unexpected sight. your curious eyes settled quickly over his facial features, the expression he was giving the both of you.

a stoic expression, but with lips slightly parted, trembling, wanting to be pursed and closed, and peculiar, his eyes bore the same direction to yours but it was absent, lost in his own mind, disarrayed with current-like thoughts.

“he- he's coming up with a fever!!” the melusine squeals, assuming, latching onto your leg with you already stood up, and you were correct.

his gaze would remain lowered, unmoving, but what was most endearing was that color that suited his delicate features.

a fever? “monsieur... neuvillette?” curious, you bend your torso and knees down slightly, looking up to him, a hand swiftly moving the strands of hair to the back of your ear, just tugging it behind.

then the glint in his eyes return from the movement the met his sights, his irises, swiftly taking in a sudden display of your physiq—your eyes.

“i'm- ah,” he coughs into his fist, letting his hand prolong over a part of his face, keeping his blush at bay, attempting to regain composure.

“my sincerest, most wholehearted apologies, to the both of you for my behavior,” you straighten your back, hearing his reply, a hand moving down towards the back of the melusine's head, just easing her.

“don't be, i have that effect on people,” you said eerily, amused, and you don't think it was a fever causing that pretty blush over him right now.

“h-huh?” the melusine looks up to you, confused, mirroring neuvillette's expression as well.

“pay no mind,” you interrupt, glancing briefly between the two, before focusing the the iudex before you.

“are you alright, monsieur neuvillette?” you tilt your chin up only slightly, eyes squinted to his direction, giving him a smile, just giving it your all for it not to curl upwards and become wider, smug like how you were feeling right now.

you just couldn't just let him process anything.

the hydro dragon sovereign, attempting to adjust to your speech patterns, dealing with the certain tone of voice you carried along with that expression of yours, trying to process each word with that came from your mouth.

it was overwhelming, and it was good kind.

“...i will be,” he have to be. he answers after a few moments of silent observation, having trouble keeping his irises still for you.

“mhm?”

...what do you mean, 'mhm'?

did you want him to say more? did you need a longer response? were you expecting more? what were you thinking? why did you suddenly become so much more prettier than you were previously?

what was it that made your gesture of respect more attractive? what was it that was making him eager to receive more from you praise from you?

it was no different to a bow. it was no different to something that was considered as respectful towards a reverent being, but considering your tone, your body language, your demeanor?

he won't allow himself to meet your gaze again.

he can't—because when his eyes reach yours, disorder thrives, increasing his jumbled thoughts, disturbing whatever he was about to say.

disorder being the very thing that he tries with absolutely hardship to avoid for the people of fontaine, for focalors, and soon he would find himself wanting to be in said order. an inevitable order that he will continue to maintain.

at the least right now—attempt to anyways.

“pretty little melusine,” you turn your head, down towards the pink creature, your hand finding solace in her hair of fluff. “ah, y-yes my lady?”

“i'm more than sure that the great chief justice would pardon your comment once you return to your duties,” you catch the brief contact of his eyes from your peripheral upon mention of him again.

“miss kiara, ever so diligent, dutiful, and so high in spirits, why would the monsieur neuvillette offer you an unjust sentence—” your hands move, raising the pink melusine towards the sky, causing her to yelp, a soft giggling following after suit.

“—when the iudex has nothing but love in his eyes for your kind,” his eyes softened at the sight, having you so bliss and carefree, towards something he has strived to honor and protect for several hundred years.

love, was it?

love. is that what he was feeling?

yes? no? was it love? can you call it love? is it related to it? is he capable of something that only strengthens his complexity? he, being an existence already with labored with mystery.

“i- well, you're right—but!” the pink melusine flails in your grasp, squirming to be put down from the growing embarassment she began to have.

“he is still the chief! the iudex!” that's right.

“it- it is only right if i receive the equal amount of justice, calling him a name unbefitting of someone of high status! it is disrespect! it is—”

unbecoming. incomprehensible. complicated.

“—not an issue, nor it is within the scriptures of law, and written code of conduct,” neuvillette takes a step or two forwards to the both of you, a faint, tempted smile almost visible, just teasing the corners of his lips.

“it... is not a crime to formulate an opinion,”

but so are humans, being unable to completely understand themselves.

just like his circumstances.

“miss kiara, let it be known, that no very corners of this land, will ever restrict you and others from expressing thought, the very thing that binds the mortality together, being an aboriginal foundation of... understanding towards one another,” you see a glimmer in his eyes, his stoicism accompanied with a subtle fondness.

“that would be the very definition of unjust itself, something i, the iudex of fontaine, the usurper of order—will not tolerate and stand watch with irreverence,” the melusine grows silent along with you, placing her down carefully, growing steady in her footing.

“you are wonderful,” you break the brief silence with an adoring sigh, soft and tender, causing a minor shudder to the complimented iudex, as if he was experiencing thought and behavioral patterns similarly like a revelation, a discovery.

wonderful.

wonderful? for doing his measly duties? for giving structure to the deconstructed? for pursuing a system of commandments that are naturally acquainted for, in a world where it is needed?

can someone, anyone really call duty, wonderful?

having what was natural for him, being percevied as something close to beauty, and borrowing the pink melusine's words, he would find it absurb.

it was only his duty, he is undeserving, he is only nothing but—“shining,” you add, catching his attention once more.

shining. “...with all due possible and greatest respect, it is only a duty that allows—”

“—let me, allow myself to make this as... monosyllabic as possible,” you interrupt, now striding to him, the sounds of your footing making each thock while you encircle the iudex slowly.

“i do not foster much care, in whatever trifling, innermost matter you have, brewing from within that... well-cared pretty face of yours,” you sigh, stopping just behind the iudex, allowing him to subtly look over his shoulder towards you.

you say that, but you would be lying to yourself if you didn't care completely, seeing that slight disoriented shift, notable in his brows.

“but most beloved chief justice, take into precise consideration, that denying another's thoughts is... close to averting your gaze, feigning ignorance to someone's testimony of you,”

he turns around. panic, panic and panic. “what—”

“i jest,” you clasp your hands together to the side of your face in an instant, humming in delight.

“hmhm, i exaggerate, monsieur neuvillette,” you take in his turbulent expressions with delight, ranging from panicked, to troubled, to confusion?

was it contempt? was it hassling to him? did he not know what to make do of this behavior you were introducing to him?

“pft- i'm sorry—archons pardon my lack of etiquette,” you stifle your soft chuckling with your knuckle over your lips.

“you are as firm as the pillars that holds over multiple architectures within fontaine, it's—”

“it's...” huh? your hearty laughter dies down, both lids parting wide as you witness the iudex's facial features.

“ah,” the word escapes from you from observation of the iudex, his cheeks once again, imitating the color of the melusine, a color more passionate than before, a half-opened gaze struggling to maintain the mutuality of eye contact, having a gloved hand move, knuckles pressed against most of his lips.

with irony, what surprised you was not the unmistakable presence of the red in his face, nor the rattle in his composure—no, it was the the fact that you began to mirror him immediately.

he looked so, so beautiful. and it was enough to shake your core, bringing two hands to your chest, cradling the quickening thump in the center. “i-...” you tease too much, and it was no surprise it would backfire, eventually.

the pink melusine glances between the two of you with great confusion, a worry quickly plaguing her. “this... this fever is contagious!” she blurts out, just loud enough for the people in the sidelines, stirring as slight commotion.

also just enough to snap the both of you back to reality. “no- no, no no,” you say with urgency, kneeling to the pink melusine.

“miss- miss kiara, i think it'd be best if i give the iudex my regards and take my leave,”

the iudex clears his throat, looking away, avoiding your direction—which only results to letting his flushed cheeks, ears, become more visible to you.

it was so red. such a pretty color.

“i hope,” he returns his gaze to yours again, letting you see that polite, yet lively smile, it being the cherry on top to his expression.

“you enjoy your stay within fontaine, my lady,” his simplicity attracts you again, letting you slowly connect your views together again.

“and i am...—thank you, for such kind, and generous words, i would be untruthful, deceiving if i said i didn't quite enjoy your sincerity for me, letting me sit on your throne of recognition, being held in such high, high esteem to you,”

“...is that your way of saying that you wish to hear more from me, monsieur neuvillette?”

“mh,” the lump in his throat doesn't allow him to utter anything in reply, eyes widening in reaction to that tone of teasing again.

you stand up, facing towards him completely once more, your eyes gleaming in delight.

“i would love nothing more.”

after seeing the word building of his story quest, i just hope i delivered the same vibes/speech patterns neuvillette has in this fic...—also yes i was throwing shade abt inazuma war ehe.

reblogs help my audience reach, thank you. dont look at tags.

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megistusdiary · 1 month

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*sneaks into ask box like a little mouse* fellow arley fan! ♡ how are u? i hope u don’t mind being moots with me 🥹 been thinkin about sharing my thoughts to someone even if it’s quite brief!! i’m pretty lonely on tumblr, tho i’m a very supportive friend n you can count on me hehe

it’s not much, n i’m bad at smut so take this quick, corny piece of fluff ♡

bad by wave to earth… with arlecchino aaah fluff thoughting rn

arlecchino, being the 4th of harbingers, has never truly felt love. until she met you! the pretty girl whose always standing before the fountain of lucine. first time seeing you, she paid no attention. though as days passed, it just seemed like you’re always there, standing all day… and that intrigued her. so much, that she decided to approach you! whilst she stood beside you, you were so intimidated by her; everything about her, her stature, her face… yet her mysterious aura also enchanted you.

“why… must you always be here? is it mere leisure, or is it something meaningful?” she inquired, no ill intentions laced with her words. (she has a rbf but that’s okay we love her 🥹) nobody has ever asked you this question, perhaps she was watching you? without overthinking further, you’d go with the flow. “oh… this fountain has given people their wishes, i heard. and so, i stand here. being hopeful to the fountain that it will make my wish come true.”

arlecchino was still puzzled as to why you devote your time to a structure. “then, tell me your wish.” your curiosity piqued, making you lock your gaze with hers. “my wish… is to meet the love of my life, to be with someone that will love me.” what a beautiful wish, arle mused.

then you got to know more more about arle, and there was also a time that she gifted you a bouquet of roses!! you thanked her a lot, your smile was akin to a flower midst the sea of thorns, and she just wanted to make u smile more… after all that, you’ve finally met the love of your life once she’s courted you and started dating you.

thus, the days, for her, grew to never be as bad and boring as before anymore. (lucky girl felt the wonders of love n clings tightly onto u)

u can go ahead and stretch the second-last paragraph (if you’d like), and i’d love to see the lovely ideas coming from u! see you later, from dulcie ♡

aww this is so cute!!! i want arle to court me too 😓😓

she's very chivalrous, showing rather than telling you how much she loves you

and id love to be moots ♡ :D

#❤️─2𝘤𝘪𝘦 #˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ꒱#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 #🪻─𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴 ୨♡୧

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AND ONLY THOSE BEYOND THE STARS WILL REMAIN AS OBSERVERS.

🌧️ i. about me . masterlist . rules . other blogs

🌧️ ii. somewhat of an x reader blog — however, most of my works are fairly ambiguous and could be read as platonic or romantic. many of them also focus mainly on the character themselves.. overall, there’s not a lot of active romance here. sorry. fluffy requests are unlikely to be completed. my favorite thing to write is bittersweet. 🌧️ iii. affiliated with / main editor of @the-steambird.

tags under the cut.

✦ . 　⁺ 🌧️ i. tales from fontaine. — all writing

🌧️ ii. fountain of lucine. — favorites

🌧️ ii. everyone sinks. — angst writing

🌧️ ii. where all waters converge. — angst + fluff, or hurt/comfort, writing

🌧️ ii. the rain’s stopped..? — fluff writing

⚖️ iii. verdict? — answered asks (all)

⚖️ iii. innocent. — answered asks (non-requests)

⚖️ iii. guilty. — answered asks (requests)

⚖️ iii. the court of fontaine. — answered asks (mutuals)

📖 v. tales from.. — all reblogs

📖 v. the court of fontaine. — reblogs from mutuals.

📖 v. fleuve cendre. — non-mutual reblogs.

⚓️ vi. fontaine debates. — i hate on wriothesley (reasonably)

🫗 vii. primordial sea. — goretober posts.

🎣 vii. maritime musings. — writing from the maritime musings event.

anons — 🪄

#✦ . 　⁺ 🌧️ i. tales from fontaine.#🌧️ ii. fountain of lucine.#🌧️ ii. everyone sinks.#🌧️ ii. where all waters converge.#🌧️ ii. the rain’s stopped..?#⚖️ iii. verdict?#⚖️ iii. innocent.#⚖️ iii. guilty.#⚖️ iii. the court of fontaine.#📖 v. tales from..#📖 v. the court of fontaine.#📖 v. fleuve cendre.#⚓️ vi. fontaine debates.

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nerdforcrypto · 2 years

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aiupenn · 5 years

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We Need Some Time

Gin has a nightmare. Lucy is there to calm her.

[a/n: written for @bsd-rarepairweek 2019, day two. the themes were singing and nightmares, and I combined the two. this is the third time i’m trying to get it to show up in the tags. sorry to my followers.]

There was a moment after Gin opened her eyes where she panicked. She waited for the inevitable moment when blood would hit her face, but the feeling never came. Instead, she was sweating in a sleeping bag, her heart threatening to beat out of her chest. She stared upwards at the stars as she tried to calm, her fingers flexing and unflexing slowly as she readjusted to the waking world.

She wasn't sure how long she lay there before she finally sat up. Her eyes immediately latched onto the small fire across the clearing where Lucy poked at the flames with a stick. Gin carefully untangled herself from Yosano's and Higuchi's sleeping bodies and approached slowly. Her arms wrapped themselves tight around herself to protect from the cold night air. She was happy for the warmth of the fire once she got close enough.

Lucy looked up as if she'd been expecting Gin's arrival. There was a stubborn pout on her face as she gave a vindictive poke into the fire. "It won't give me my ham back."

Gin looked to the sad, smoldering lump in the coals, a small smile creeping on to her face. Even if Lucy did manage to get it out, it'd be far from edible. But Lucy continued to jab at the embers anyways.

There were a lot of places to sit around the fire, but Gin settled down next to Lucy on her log. She had a feeling Lucy wouldn't mind.

They watched the flames dance for a long while, only interrupted on occasion by Lucy's erratic poking. Gin was happy for the silence, the simple comfort of another living and breathing body next to her's more than enough.

"What woke you up?" Lucy asked, then she added a 'yes' or 'no' question for Gin's benefit, "Cold?"

Gin's gaze slowly lowered to her feet. Eventually, she shook her head 'no'.

Lucy simply hummed in response, willing to let the subject drop. She jammed her stick especially roughly into the fire. Gin watched with slight alarm as the flames threatened to lick at Lucy's skin. The stick had grown too short to be playing with. Gin gently took the stick from Lucy's hand and stood to find her another.

Lucy pouted a little, propping her head in her hands. She seemed to grow bored quickly while Gin tried to break off a dead branch from a nearby pine. The sound of singing reached Gin's ears before long. Lucy was singing a small, charming sounding English song. The tune of it alone was enough for Gin to feel a little more relaxed.

She returned to the fireside with a suitably long stick and held it out to Lucy. She looked it up and down skeptically before taking it. "Could've just kept the old one," she muttered, but there was a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Gin sat back down, a little closer this time. Lucy poked at the fire with fervor, completely abandoning the lump that was her ham. She watched the chaos of embers she was making with slight delight and Gin was more than happy to watch her nonsense.

The fire began to burn down and Lucy left to add two more logs to the fire. The loss of her company, even though she didn't go far, made Gin feel colder. She rubbed her arms, almost wishing that Lucy had let the fire die instead of leaving. Without Lucy there, Gin found her thoughts being dragged back to the nightmare she was trying hard to forget.

Lucy returned quickly enough, though, and she straddled the log. "Turn," she said in that commanding tone that was uniquely her's.

Gin obeyed without question.

There was a rustling sound as Lucy dug through her pack. After a moment, she produced a comb and slipped it into Gin's hands. Gin's eyes widened as she looked at the sparkling object. "Coated with real gold," Lucy said, her voice not braggadocious, "Fitzgerald gave it to me."

Gin turned the comb this way and that, watching the way the gold caught the flickering firelight. It was heavy and comforting in her hands, and she couldn't help but think that it was a terribly pretty and precious object. In her mind, she tucked away something like this into a wishlist. There were very few occasions for her to spend her money on such beautiful and delicate things, but one day maybe she'd like something like this.

Lucy waited patiently until Gin handed the comb back. As soon as she had, Lucy picked up small groups of Gin's hair and brushing it. The sensation was strange at first, as Gin hadn't ever had someone brush her hair for her before, but she quickly relaxed into it. She enjoyed the gentle, almost tickling pull on her scalp. Her eyes drifted closed as she trusted Lucy with her task.

"Your hair really is very pretty," Lucy told her, her voice soft, "It's so much longer than I'd expected."

Gin couldn't help but blush at the compliment. Since she was usually mistaken as a boy, she very rarely got told any part of her was 'pretty'. That didn't normally bother her, but it was a nice feeling all the same.

"Do you get nightmares often?"

Gin's eyes slowly opened. She stared straight into the woods, listening to the sound of soft snoring and the crackling of the fire for a moment. "Yes," she whispered.

Lucy handed her the comb again, and Gin was happy to have it. She stroked the spins with her thumb, delighted by the quiet sound they made. Lucy separated Gin's hair into sections. "What do you normally do? After nightmares, I mean."

Gin thought for a moment. Noise. Noise was what she liked after nightmares, a reminder she wasn't alone. "Movies."

Lucy hummed in agreement. "Feels less lonely that way, doesn't it?"

Gin nodded.

Lucy sighed, letting the heavy braid she'd made slip from her fingers. "You should get some more sleep," she said, turning back to the fire.

Gin frowned, turning to the fire herself. She didn't really want to go back to sleeping next to Yosano and Higuchi. They kicked in their sleep. She would much rather fall asleep next to Lucy, next to the warm fire.

Lucy picked up on this, somehow. "Well, you can stay here. You'll just have to listen to my terrible singing. Otherwise, I'll get bored and nod off."

Gin smiled a little. It was a very pleasant idea to sit here and fall asleep to Lucy's singing voice, even if she weren't brave enough to admit it. Lucy blushed immediately on seeing Gin's smile, which made Gin blush, too. To distract herself, Lucy took the fire poking stick in her hand and started stabbing it against the coals once more. When Gin didn't leave, Lucy tapped her own shoulder. "Well? Lean on me."

Gin's eyes widened a little, but Lucy didn't seem to be joking. She only hesitated for a moment before gently resting her cheek on Lucy's shoulder.

There was silence for a while before Lucy began to sing again. It wasn't the same song as before. It was quite a bit slower and softer, which made Gin think it was a lullaby. It wasn't horrible singing at all, but Gin wasn't awake long enough to tell her as much.

Every so often, Gin would be shaken awake by the start of another nightmare, only for Lucy to coo gentle encouragement to go back to sleep. And every time, Gin listened.

#bungou stray dogs #lucin #bsd rarepairweek #bsd #day2 #on day 3 sorry #i swear i posted it yesterday #twice #i'm tired #writing #fan-fictio #fluff #soft

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A cottage witch and her dragon 4

(Part one of this series can be found here)

Serenity sat in the room that served as both a living room and kitchen in her small home, a look of determination on her face as she stared down the items in her hands.

“Lucine made it look so easy in the store,” she muttered.

The offending items were a drop spindle for spinning yarn and a bit of fluff that was refusing to become proper yarn.

Dragon sat on the floor, looking at her curiously.

“I’m learning to spin,” she informed him. “Raw wool is cheaper than yarn so if I can just figure this out, it will cut down on production costs. And I can pre enchant the yarn to add power and layers to my enchantments.”

Dragon, having the happy circumstance of not understanding what “production costs” and “layers to enchantments,” meant, nodded sagely and started investigating her bag, where several bundles of wool in varying sizes were waiting to be spun.

“Stay out of that,” she nudged him away from her bag with her foot, to much shrieking protest. “You yell now but last week you got lost in there, remember?”

Dragon huffed and climbed up her leg onto her lap and watched her hands with fascination.

Serenity held the drop spindle in one hand, with the lumpy bit of yarn she had managed to spin wrapped clumsily around the shaft. Coming off the spindle and ending in a pile of fluff in her other hand was the rest of the yarn. She let go of the spindle, letting it hang from her hand by the yarn. Then, with a quick flick, she sent the spindle spinning to the right.

“This is called drafting,” she told Dragon as she gingerly pulled on the fluff until it was a thin strand. “You pull it thin and then let the twist - damn it” she had pulled the wool too thin and it broke, the spindle clattering to the floor.

Dragon jumped down from her lap and gingerly inspected the spindle.

“It’s not going to eat you.”

Dragon had apparently decided the window of time in which spinning was still interesting was over, so he scurried over to the bed she had made him that sat next to the fireplace and got comfy.

Serenity returned her attention to her spinning endeavors. Spin. Draft. Draft. Break. Damn it. Spin. Draft. An hour later, she had made a great deal of headway in figuring out how thin was too thin. Her yarn was still very lumpy and uneven, with some bits having too much twist and some bits having hardly any at all. But it was yarn and it was hers.

Her concentration was broken by the sound of coughing at her feet.

“Dragon! Did you try to eat my wool?”

Dragon snapped his mouth shut and shook his head no. A wisp of wool stuck out of his mouth.

“You little terror! Spit that out!”

Dragon couldn’t hold back his coughs any longer. Serenity sighed and picked him up, gingerly pulling wisps of wool out from between his tiny teeth.

“You really are the worst, you know. Did that corriedale taste good? That’s a breed of sheep. Apparently.”

Dragon radiated offended dignity but did not stop her from extricating the last bits of wool from his mouth.

“You don’t eat yarn! It’s made from the same thing! Why did you eat this?”

Dragon gave off a feeling of having not known any better.

“You didn’t know any better? You can’t just put everything in your mouth. You’re not a baby.”

Dragon huffed angrily, as if to say “I am too a baby.”

“Fine, you’re a baby. Why are you always getting into everything?”

Boredom. Dragon radiated the kind of boredom that was physically painful for a second.

“You’re bored?” Serenity was quiet for a moment while she thought about what he said. Kids did need toys. Even kittens need toys to keep them from terrorizing the adult cats.

“Okay, how about this,” she said. “I’ll make you toys, all for your very own. And then you leave my crafting supplies alone. How about that?”

Dragon nodded enthusiastically, excited.

Serenity rummaged around in her bins of yarn. “What color do you want?”

Dragon ran up her leg, across her arm, and into the bin of yarn, where he used his little paws to grab a light blue yarn and hold it against his face, cuddling it happily.

“This one it is, then.” Serenity grabbed her crochet hook and got to work.

Two hours later, Serenity held out a small light blue rabbit at arm’s length, looking it over for any bits sticking out that might attract a teething dragon.

“Dragon, come here.”

Dragon chirruped and ran over, looking at her expectantly.

“Here, this little guy is for you!” She held out the rabbit, which was almost as big as Dragon.

Dragon’s eyes widened to enormous proportions and he looked at her with a feeling of awe and a questioning “For me?”

“Yes, it’s for you! It’s a rabbit. You can play with it.”

Dragon stood on his back two legs and stood up to take the outstretched plush in his arms. He looked back at her, as if for confirmation that this really was his to keep.

“Yes! It’s yours! You can do whatever you want with it!”

Dragon let out a little shriek of celebration and ran around in a circle, almost tripping on the rabbit. He managed to stay upright on his back legs, though. Most of the time he ran around on all fours, but sometimes he would use his front legs more like arms, and balance on his back legs. Using his tail to help balance, he managed to totter over to his bed, where he collapsed in a pile of ecstatic bliss.

He rubbed his head against the rabbit’s head, squeaking happily. Then he seemed to settle down, wrapped around the rabbit. His eyes relaxed until he was squinting. And suddenly, he started making a deep rumbling noise in his chest.

“Dragon! Are you… purring?”

Dragon was clearly too happy to pay attention to anything other than cuddling his new friend. But he was definitely letting out a purr-like rumble.

“The book didn’t say anything about that,” Serenity remarked to herself. “Wait until Granny hears this.”

The purring slowly turned to tiny snores. Dragon was clearly pleased with his new toy. Serenity was glad. She’d have to make him some toys that could be chased around the house, too. Pleased with her work, she returned her attention to learning to spin while Dragon snoozed with his rabbit.

#my writing #a cottage witch and her dragon #serenity and dragon #serenity learns to spin #dragon gets a toy #I had mixed feelings about posting this one today #but the next one is so good and you have to read this one first

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the-excursion · 6 years

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30 Days of Domestic Fluff

4. Night In

Lexis and Jude’s ship was steadily traveling across the second Quadrant of the galaxy when Lucine decided she wanted to stop by and visit Jude. They invited her in and Jude lead her to his room to be away from Lexis and his more nosy inclinations. Lucine and Jude made themselves comfortable on his bed as they streamed a show on his tablet. It was mostly silent between them as they subconsciously shifted positions to get comfortable. Lucine sat upright as Jude leaned against her, his head falling under her hand where she took the chance to play with his hair. While not realizing at first, Jude somewhat enjoyed the feeling. “So how have things been here since the last time I've seen you? It's been awhile since then,” Lucine said as she continued playing with Jude’s hair. He gave a yawn to better wake himself up from his short daze. “It’s been alright. Going through each new thing as usual. It’s a relief to actually have a break like this now, that is until Lexis decides he wants to take on another bounty,” Jude responded. Lucine smiled at what he said. “I'm glad I can relax and unwind with you too,” Lucine said. Jude tilted his head up to look at her and smirked.

Jude looked to his guitar he had on a stand on one side of the room. He then stood up and paused the show they were watching. “Hey, you brought your bass right?” He asked as he began to lift the guitar off the stand. “I did,” she said with a simple head nod. Lucine stood up and quickly went to her ship that was docked in the docking hatch. She came back in with her bass and a small portable amp. She sat back down on the bed and took out the bass from its case. She started plucking and strumming at the bass and making sure it was tuned well. Lucine plugged in her bass. “Get a riff going, we’ll vibe off that,” Lucine said. Jude blinked a moment as he finished plugging in and tuning his guitar. “You’re one step ahead of me, and I didn’t even tell you where I was going with what I said,” Jude chuckled as he sat beside her and began to play a mellow riff. Lucine added a bass line and began humming along to Jude's playing. Jude moved only his eyes to look up from his guitar and glance at her. He continued his riff as he then modestly looked back down at his guitar. While hesitating at first, Jude began to harmonize her humming with his own.

“You sound cute, freestyle a hook for our tune we got going,” Lucine said to him. A slight blush came to his face as he smirked and continued to look down at his guitar. “Come on. Show me the instincts that I've come to admire. Right here. Familiar place that's warmed only by your fire. Forming. The answer in my head of what I should be. Hold on. To it forever…” he sang then stopped and filled in the rest as he continued to hum. He had closed his eyes and focused on coming up with something on the spot as he continued to play. Lucine nodded along to Jude. “So how’d you come to play guitar and singing?” Lucine asked as she continued playing the bass. Jude looked back up to her and moved his hair away from his eyes. “Well, I’ve always been kinda musical. I’ve stuck with it cause I find it makes stuff better when they’re not all good. Not too many people know this and don’t go telling, but I would sing hand games with other members of the little group Lexis and I were in when things were looking grim to lighten them up. And when our group split, I was out performing to get by. Music has been with me for a while, even if I don’t outwardly express it. That’s just cause that’s my business,” Jude explained. “How about you? You sound cute too,” he nodded playfully. “A really long time ago back before I was turned into a Xae I was in like a dumb band in high school. So when I pick up the bass I'm reminded of the girl I was ya know,” Lucine opened up to him. “I feel the same with my guitar and music in general. I don’t get to play as often. Brings me back to simpler times when I do,” Jude said. “But for the record, I.. I like the girl you are now.. if that means anything,” he said in a submissive tone, trying to mask his bashfulness. Lucine put on a smile. “It does mean something, means a lot. And if we're adding stuff to the record let me say I could tell you were a rockstar from a mile away,” Lucine said with a warm voice as she leaned in towards Jude for a kiss. “I’m glad I could spend this time with you,” Jude stammered before modestly leaning in to meet their kiss.

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