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I hope there's more sunny days in Fontaine (god I love this man)

Sparda boys Vs. A crush

I saw a few other people do this so I figured I'd give my two cents. I'm hoping to write more often so if there's something you'd wanna see my requests are open :)

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Dante

While Dante has the reputation of a player, when he starts to fall he falls hard.

It'll start out innocent enough, he thinks about them a lot, will often worry about them when they're away, typical golden retriever man stuff.

He'll always bring them up in conversation or, when talking to them, will bring up him thinking about them.

"Last night I saw this movie, the lead totally reminded me of you-"

Dante will take every chance he can to flirt with them.

Even if they're just passing by he has to tell them how much he likes the outfit they're wearing or the way they did their hair.

When Lady and Trish tease him for being so infatuated he'll deny it vehemently.

"We're just friends, I talk to everyone like that!" "Uh huh, you totally tell everyone they look sexy eating pizza Dante."

Has no idea how down bad he is until one night he's cranking one out and their image pops into his head.

One thing's for sure, the post nut clarity is a bitch slap of truth this time.

Vergil

Unlike Dante, Vergil is a much harder nut to crack (hah)

He catches himself falling hard and fast before he can show it externally

He'll immediately emotionally withdraw himself once he realizes how he feels. Of course he cares about them, that's why he has to keep them away.

Although he emotionally distanced himself, he can't physically stay away from them.

This only worsens his internal struggle, and soon enough he'll start making excuses in his head to justify staying around them.

"If I don't flirt with them then there's no harm done, talking about books over tea never hurt anyone" "I don't care about them anymore, they'll only get hurt, but it'll hurt them too if I skip lunch with them tomorrow."

This continues until he reaches his final conclusion, "I can be strong enough to protect them this time."

From that point on he'll take the secret admirer route, leaving small gifts and notes, mostly poems, for them to find.

Vergil will take note of things they tell him to add in later. They mention their favorite candy? You bet they're gonna find a small package with a hand written note later that night.

Nero

It's really not too hard to tell when Nero has a crush.

While he's considered the most level headed of the three, he's also the one who can't seem to find his footing when he's down bad.

He'll become a blushy mess whenever they're around. (Nico likes to tease him about how his ears turn red)

He's so desperate to win them over he'll take advice from anyone, even Dante (big mistake).

Bad pickup line after bad pickup line, he tries his best.

He'll try to get as close to them as possible, mentally noting down every detail about them and their life.

He'll try to go the same route as Vergil but will soon get impatient (both with coming up with good notes and how long it's taking)

After a while he finds it easiest to just be honest about how he feels.

dom, switch, or sub

dante, vergil, nero, v x fem reader

minors + ageless dni

vergil- dom

what gets vergil off is knowing he has complete control of you, both mind and body. he likes to keep you in that syrupy state of fucked-out pleasure, when the only thing you can remember is his name, because that’s when you’re most honest. it’s those little reactions—the way you gasp when he sinks his fingers inside you, your back arching against his chest—that drive him crazy. he grips your jaw, lips brushing your ear as he growls, “you’re mine.”

your pussy responds for him, clenching tightly around his fingers and that’s all vergil needs to know that he owns you. he’s satisfied with how you gasp and grind onto his hand, driven by the raw instinct to feel good. and he lets you, slowly pumping his long fingers inside the plush heat of your cunt, reveling in the way you fall apart for him. you turn your face towards his, lips brushing against his cheek as you look at him with glassy, half-lidded eyes.

“vergil.” you grip his wrist tightly. “please.”

“greedy,” he teases. but his fingers move faster all the same, pussy squelching loudly as he fucks you hard, leaning down to pressing his mouth against yours, muffling those pretty sounds that only he can pull from you.

dante- switch

you want nothing more than to reach to his cock where it’s leaking all over his abdomen, so flushed and pretty and twitching with every flick of his tongue, but dante won’t let you. his arms lock around your thighs, forcing you to sit still on his face and just watch his cock beg for attention.

“dante…” you whine. between your plush thighs around his head and his loud slurping, he can’t hear your pleas, too absorbed in licking all over your pussy to notice you’re trying to take care of what he ignores- his own needs. you want to feel him in your hand so badly, hear his groan when you rub the sensitive head the way he likes and fuck, taste his salty precum. but all dante feels is you trying to squirm away from his mouth and he doesn’t understand why, furrowing his brows in concentration. “god, baby, stay fuckin’ still, taste so fuckin good and you’re just moving-“

a groan cuts him off feeling your fingers brush his cock and wrap around him, pumping. the sudden rush of pleasure only has dante lapping at you harder, sloppier, needy to feel you cum on his face for being such a good fucking girl, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. all too soon your hand goes limp around his cock as an orgasm wracks through you and reduces you to nothing more than a spasming, fucked-out mess. dante slows to just languid, broad licks all over your lips, but doesn’t stop completely.

“again, pretty girl. not done with you. not done with this perfect fucking pussy.”

nero- sub

nero loves being dommed. tease him, edge him, or worse, praise him, and he’ll be a mess underneath you. he tries to hide how much he loves being spread out and told to touch himself, furrowing his brow and grumbling about how embarrassing this is, but he obeys all the same, carefully wrapping a hand around his cock and pumping himself slowly. the heaviness of your gaze, the way you tell him “faster”—nero can feel himself going dumb, and he knows you own him completely.

“you’re leaking so much, nero. you’re so pretty, you know that?” god, your voice. you know praise makes him needy, makes him fuck up into his fist even faster. he can’t even form a response, his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows hard, feeling his orgasm building embarrassingly fast from being talked to like this.

he’s close. you can tell from how his thighs tense and he’s starting to squirm, pumping himself so fast that his fist is a blur over his cock. a smile plays at your lips as you watch him become unraveled, so so close to cumming that’s he’s panting your name until-

“stop.”

it takes a few beats for the command to register in his mind, that you don’t want him to cum, and nero nearly doesn’t listen. but he knows better, he’s a good boy, so he lets go of his cock with a pathetic whine, humping at nothing in the air. the the tension in his tummy ebbs away, but he’s still flushed and leaking all over himself because he loves being told what to do.

v- sub-lean switch

v loves soft, tender sex. be gentle with him, kiss his neck while you stroke him softly and v will be in heaven, wondering what he ever did to deserve you. a shudder goes through him feeling your tongue trace the tattoos on his chest. “a-angel… you’re so perfect, feels so good…” he breathes.

if v does dom, he’ll be a service dom, solely focused on your comfort and pleasure alone. he cups your pussy, softly stroking up and down your labia. “is this okay, sweetheart?” he asks. you let out a whimper, but his hand doesn’t budge—he needs to hear an explicit answer, fingers barely grazing over your aching clit. “tell me.”

“y-yes, v, please…"

you don't have to finish your sentence for v to give you what you want, a finger parting your folds to spread your slick around that sensitive bundle of nerves and rubbing slow circles that have you keening into him. this time, words aren’t enough for v, he wants to feel how much he loves you.

DEVIL MAY CRY 5 - V

For you, I think I would learn how to love

For my lovely anon who asked for husband Neuvillette, I bring you a whole fic. This man has me in a chokehold and I need everyone to know how much I love him.

Pairing: Neuvillette x fem! Reader Word Count: ~7k

Summary: Tired of waiting for you to find a husband, your parents find one for you. One who happens to be the Chief Justice of Fontaine. A new city, a new life, a new husband. So much new, and you could only hope, deep in your heart, that you would find happiness and love in Fontaine.

The first time you meet him, it's rather formal.

It's not as though you have much of an option. Though you certainly couldn't say you expected when you woke up to be told that your parents had found a husband for you, and that you'd be married in a week.

They had been pushing marriage lately, saying you were the right age, but the thought had been far from your mind. You thought you still had time, and the next thing you knew, you were being brought to Fontaine.

It's certainly different from Liyue. The hills and mountains are different from the Stone Forrest. The air feels different, there's water heavy in it.

You wait, in an ornate room that feels much too fancy. You've been left alone for a brief moment, the most your parents have allowed since you were told the news.

Part of you wonders if you could escape if you jumped out the window. A quick glance told you that it was much too high to entertain that idea. You'd end up breaking a leg before you got out of this marriage.

The door opens. A man appears, with long white hair with blue streaks in it. Simply from his appearance, you can tell that this is someone important. Your spine straightens as sharp eyes land on you, zeroing in on you.

You felt small, for a moment. As though he was judging you for simply existing in a space you'd rather not be in. Though your parents didn't care if you had plans or wished to find a husband on your own.

The man doesn't say anything. He closes the door behind him with a click, and makes his way over to you. Despite the desire to shrink back, you stand your ground, until he finally stands before you.

Up close you can see more details. He towers over you in height, but you suppose most people would feel short compared to him. His eyes capture your attention the most, the pupils such a strange shape, but gorgeous nevertheless.

"I apologize for leaving you waiting," he starts, almost looking as lost as you on how to start.

You wave your hands frantically in front of you. "It's fine! I didn't expect anyone to come in. I was told I would be meeting-"

Saying future husband felt much too strange. The man in front of you notices your pause, and arches a single silver brow. You frantically try to remember the name of the man who is meant to be your fiance.

"Ah, sorry, I was meant to meet a Mister Neuvillette?" your voice stumbles awkwardly over the new word, still struggling with the accent.

On the trip to Fontaine, your parents had tried to give you lessons on the language, as though you would become fluent in the few hours it took to travel.

The man blinks. And then he blinks again, as though he's trying to figure out what you just said.

Apparently the lessons hadn't worked.

"Sorry, my accent needs work," you apologize. "I hear he's the Chief Justice?"

The man nods, slowly. "That is correct."

You hum, non-committal, waiting to see if your company decides to keep the conversation going. When he doesn't, you find yourself unable to think of words.

Well, this felt awkward. And from the way the man still seemed at a loss for words, he also felt the same.

The tension could almost cut a knife.

He clears his throat after a moment, the sound almost makes you jump.

"Yes, well..." he pauses, gesturing towards the couch. "I am sure monsieur Neuvillette will be here soon."

You take a seat near him. Not close enough to be inappropriate, but close enough that it would be clear that you were talking.  Maybe "monsieur Neuvillette" will see the two of you and decide that this marriage wasn't something he wanted a part of.

"Congratulations on your engagement," your new friend tells you after a moment. You give him a tight lipped smile.

"Thanks."

Once again, silence descends over you two. You fidget with your skirt, smoothing out the wrinkles from travel. Hopefully, it wasn't something your new husband would be upset about.

At least the silence didn't feel as oppressive this time. You let yourself relax, taking a deep, steadying breath.

"Can I ask you something?"

The man beside you nods. You still haven't gotten his name yet, you realize. You'd have to ask later, after some other questions. Who knows when your parents and future husband will be coming.

"Um...how is Neuvillette?" you tentatively ask, to which you only receive a rather blank, if not curious look.

You suppose you'll have to be more direct. Though it almost pains you.

But at least, if he's not kind, you would like a warning. Some way to prepare yourself for what the rest of your life is going to be like. Some women, they don't even get that. They were woken up on the day of their wedding, and the rest of their lives was at the whims of their husbands.

You steel yourself, and fully turn your attention to your friend.

"Is he kind?"

Something in him softens at that. He looks at you with an emotion that you can't recognize in that moment. Pity, maybe?

He opens his mouth, but before you can get your answer, the door opens.

Your parents lean in for a moment, see you sitting on the couch, talking to a stranger, but strangely have nothing bad to say about that. In fact, they look delighted.

"Are you two getting along well?" your mother asks you, somewhat reminding you of a cat just having caught a bird.

The satisfaction on her face made you uneasy, like there was a secret you were missing.

"Fine, thank you," your friend replied for you when you couldn't manage words. "Your daughter is very polite."

Your parents beam at that. The uneasy feeling in your stomach gets worse.

"Thank you, monsieur Neuvillette."

Somehow, it hadn't dawned on you. Your stomach feels like it falls into the floor, but Neuvillette doesn't seem to have any other reaction, looking at your parents. They don't even wither under his stare.

You never wanted to shrink into the floor more. You had just asked your future husband about himself. And more than that, you asked him if he was kind.

Your parents talk with Neuvillette, allowing you a moment to feel invisible and wallow in your self-pity and embarrassment.

At least, until you feel a small tug on the sleeve of your blouse.

It's one of the melusines, you had found them to be very cute upon first seeing them. Your parents hadn't explained much about them, so you found yourself blinking down at the small melusine.

"He is," she says to you, nodding.

You tilt your head to the side. Briefly, you feel eyes on you, but when you look at your parents, they're still talking to Neuvillette, and taking his attention.

"He's what?"

She hands you a long ribbon. It's a deep, ocean blue, the same color that Neuvillette is wearing.

"He is kind," she explains, patiently, as though you were a child. "I heard you ask."

Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, especially as she climbed up next to you, weaving the ribbon through your hair, and both your parents and Neuvillette turned to stare.

"Y/N, that is very rude to ask," your mother scolds, because that is the lot of women in life, only to worry about when men think of you and what might make you undesirable. You resist the urge to roll your eyes.

"Nonsense, it is a very reasonable question to ask. Why wouldn't someone want to know who they're marrying?" Neuvillette cuts in, before your mother can scold you any more.

Your parents fall silent, nodding their heads in agreement as though they hadn't been about to lecture you like a child. You would have laughed if it wasn't for the Melusine finishing with your hair.

"There," she says, with her self imposed job done. "Will you be having a wedding?"

You weren't sure your heart could take any more surprises today. Your cheeks hadn't even lost their blush from the first moment, at this point you didn't think they'd ever go back to their normal color.

"We'll have to see," you murmur, because you weren't completely sure yourself.

She nods, taking in your word and opinion as though it was law. Neuvillette didn't contradict you either, but did finally turn back to your parents.

You don't get too much of a chance to participate in most of the conversation. The Melusine, Sedene, as you learned the name of, asks you more questions that keep you occupied.

It's a welcome distraction. It's better than awkwardly listening to a conversation about your future where at least two of the three people here wouldn't even care for your input.

The jury was still out on Neuvillette.

Eventually though, it grew late, late enough that Sedene was sleeping with her head on your lap. It seemed that finally the other three were tired of negotiating over your life.

Before you knew it, you looked up from your lap just in time to see Neuvillette leave without even a goodbye, the door clicking behind him. Your parents look much too pleased with themselves, which you somehow didn't think was possible.

"I told you, the match would be a good one," your mother tells your father, pride seeping into her voice.

You're not so sure. You can't be sure. At least not yet.

"Yes," your father agrees, with the same fond voice he always had when he didn't want to argue with your mother, and it's easier just to agree.

It seems, just like the foundation of Liyue, that your future is set in stone.

You hope Fontaine will be kind to you.

-x-x-x-x-

You do not have a wedding.

It's actually fine with you. More than fine, really. Apparently as Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette is well liked and popular. The amount of people you'd have to invite to the wedding would be too many for you.

So you simply don't. You sign a document and in the eyes of the law, and of Neuvillette, that is enough.

Though a part of you aches that you will never have the traditional Liyuen wedding you dreamed of as a child. But you suppose that dreams of childhood should stay there.

You move into Neuvillette's home. Fontaine comes as a culture shock, almost.

The amount of times you get absolutely lost in this fish-bowl of a city manages to astound even you.

It's not your fault, really. Liyue Harbor is easy to navigate, warm and welcoming. In Fontaine, the streets all somehow manage to look the same, though the shops sell things you never even thought of. At some point, you're pretty sure you even see a woman standing outside of a building with a mechanical bird.

You end up seeing other Melusines more than your new husband. You don't really blame him for this, his job is important and needed, so each day he bids you a single "good morning" along with a look you couldn't decipher, as he heads to the Opera House.

That's a whole other thing about Fontaine that you still haven't investigated.

It's not as though you're upset that you don't see Neuvillette often. But he is one of the few people that you know here, and it doesn't take long for you to be lonely in the new city, without any of your friends.

Though you find the Meluine's to be kind. They help you when you get lost, and press small gifts into your palms as they take your hands to lead you around.

They tell you to tell Neuvillette to take some time off work. To spend some time with you. You nod and agree that you'll tell him the next time you see him.

But when the man quickly leaves in the morning and doesn't return until late, you never really get a chance to.

If you didn't know any better, you would have thought he'd been avoiding you.

It's like that for almost a month. He says good morning, disappears, and you wander the city to familiarize yourself with it. He never comes home until the sun has almost set, and night is almost there, while you wander until the rain finally starts for the day.

You asked the Melusine's about it once, commenting that there wasn't so much rain in Liyue. They tell you of the hydro dragon and the tears it cries. You hope that someday you will get to meet this dragon and see what makes them so sad.

At least, it stays like that until it doesn't, as most things tend to do.

You were lost, which wasn't too much of a surprise, but unlike the times before, there were no Melusine's to bring you back home or to a place you knew. The rain had started earlier today, earlier than anyone seemed to expect, and before you knew it, you were huddled in an alley, your clothing absolutely soaked and shivers running down your spine from the wet and the cold.

You missed Liyue. You missed your friends, your parents, you missed the smells and sounds of the harbor. Tears burned in your eyes and mixed with the rain on your cheeks.

Standing there simply isn't going to fix things though, so you eventually left your small, but dry, protection, and decided to finally figure out this city.

Your confidence fades the longer you walk around.

It takes almost two hours of wandering around in the rain until you finally recognize something. Not the path home, but to the first place you ever meet Neuvillette, despite not knowing at the time.

You push open the door. It's late, though that doesn't seem to mean the place is devoid of life. Wrapping shaking arms around yourself, you spot a sliver of light coming from Neuvillette's office.

It felt much too late to be working, but perhaps it was Sedene, fixing up things. Tentatively, you knock on the door, and the faint scratching of a pen against paper suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, this felt like a mistake. You took a single step back, but before you could change your mind and leave, the door swung open and Neuvillette stood there, a look of mild concern on his face.

Neither of you spoke. Neuvillette looks you up and down, brows furrowing, and you realize all at once that you must look like a sight, absolutely soaked and dripping water on the floor. If you weren't so cold, your cheeks would be flushed.

"Why are you here?" he asks, glancing around as though that would provide him with the answer.

Your shoulders slump. You can't really explain why. Maybe it's the disappointment  at the sight of you, or the lack of a warm welcome. Not 'what happened to you' or 'why are you soaking wet' but instead a question that felt almost like he questioning your presence in general.

"I-um," you stutter through chattering teeth, "I got lost and didn't know where to go."

That felt like an understatement of what happened, but you weren't sure how else to answer the question.

Neuvillette didn't seem to know either.

When he didn't say anything more, you shifted from foot to foot, wincing at the cold and the squish of wetness. You'd be lucky if you didn't get sick, after this.

"You got lost?" he finally asks, as though the concept was foreign to him.

You don't know what to say, so you shrug, peering around him. It seemed Sedene had already left for today, and there went your hope for an escort home.

"The streets all look the same to me," you manage, shivering again. "Uh-you can just tell me which way to go, and I'll get out of your hair. I didn't mean to be a bother."

"And why didn't you ask anyone for help? Anyone could have told you where I live."

The question almost comes out cold, for how logical it is. You huff, a small noise of frustration. All you wanted at the moment was to get out of these wet clothes and to be warm again. But it seems that isn't going to happen any time soon.

"Never mind," you murmur, suddenly so tired. Of course he wouldn't understand why you wouldn't want to ask for help. Your Fontainian was still in it's learning stage, and while you could ask a couple of questions with a thick accent, you had no idea how to ask someone to lead you home.

Plus, wouldn't it reflect badly on him, to have a wife who didn't even know how to return home? But you supposed, if it didn't matter to him, then it shouldn't matter to you.

"I'll see you at home, then," you murmur, turning on your heel to leave.

It was the last thing you wanted to do at the moment. The rain seemed to be coming down even harder, you could hear the thunderous roar of rain against the roof as you went to the main door.

A little more rain wouldn't hurt, and you were pretty sure you knew the way home from here.

You step out into the rain, but surprisingly, you don't get any wetter than before. The rain hits something above you, and you glance up to see an umbrella.

Neuvillette stands slightly behind you, umbrella extended over you. You still hadn't stopped shivering, teeth clattering together. Neuvillette almost looks pained as he looks down at you.

"You'll catch your death out here," he says, as though that explains everything.

And then, in true Fontaine fashion, he extends his arm out to you to link your own through, a true and proper escort.

You take it, if only for the stability. And maybe the warmth. And also the umbrella is hardly big enough for two, if you don't stand close, then Neuvillette would get wet as well.

That's the only reason.

He makes quick work of the walk home, and you were almost dismayed by how close you had been the entire time. By the time you walk up the steps, still shivering from  the cold, the rain had finally stopped, the sky clearing to reveal the stars.

"I shall make you something to eat while you dry off," he says, as though it is the law of the land.

You wonder if that is how he sounds in court, when he's trying the cases. You almost want to argue just for the sake of it.

But being dry and having a warm meal sounds much too good to ignore, so you only nod, and go to change your clothes. You debate on taking a bath, the call of the warm water ends up being much too tempting for you.

You emerge feeling like a new person. The water washes away the feelings of the day, and the coldness in your bones. You emerge feeling like a new person, if not a bit more tired and ready for bed than before.

Neuvillette is true to his words. Your hair drips with water as you peek into the kitchen, only to find him sitting at the table, waiting, with two bowls of soup in front of him.

"Come," he says when you don't move forward. You do as asked, sitting beside him and inhaling the rich aroma of the soup.

You had found here that the food varied greatly from what you were used to in Liyue. It certainly wasn't bad, but it was an adjustment. Even the soup was a bit creamier than you were used to, but you ate it eagerly, allowing it to chase away whatever lingering chills the bath hadn't rid you of.

"I'd like to apologize," Neuvillette starts, his own food barely touched, like it's an afterthought for him.

You tilt your head, exhaustion falling over you from the soup and warmth. "For what?"

He looks embarrassed. It's a rather cute look on the normally stoic man. Neuvillette struggles for words, almost seeming to give the words spoken to you the same value that he gives to the court.

"I was not aware that you were struggling to adjust here, I should have foreseen such an event occurring."

He almost looks upset, suddenly. You understand, at least you think you understand. It must be hard having a wife who couldn't even navigate the city of your home.

"It's okay, I'll do better in the future," you reassure, reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder as you stand.

It's the first bit of contact you've had since you were married and he placed a kiss upon your cheek at your parents badgering. He looks a bit annoyed though, so you retract your hand to not make him more uncomfortable.

"That's not what I meant. I meant that I should have been here to help you adjust."

"Oh," you say, honestly confused. "it's alright. You're very important here, I don't want to be a bother when you're so busy."

Your words seem to have the opposite of your intended desire. If anything, he looks more upset, leaving you with a rather sour taste in your mouth.

You seemed to be more of an inconvenience than you had even considered.

You hoped this wouldn't turn into an argument. You were tired from wandering and walking for hours, from being caught out in the rain. You rested your head on your hand, trying to think of something to say.

Before your tired mind could think of anything, Neuvillette sighed, a long suffering thing that sounded much older than he must be.

"You should go to bed."

You don't need to be told twice. You take your dish to the sink, leaving it there to be washed by you in the morning. Neuvillette rises, though it seems more to see you off than to actually leave.

"Good night, y/n," he says quietly, still as upset as before.

"Good night, monsieur Neuvillette."

You fall asleep as soon as you're tucked underneath the covers of your bed. You wonder if it's the bed that you're meant to share with your husband, but he never joins you.

And that's fine with you.

-x-x-x-x-

He's still there, in the morning.

It's a sight that makes you freeze coming out of your bedroom, just able enough to peek down the hall and see him in the same place as last night, at the kitchen table. He holds the paper in his hands, the same one that you've seen just about everyone in Fontaine obsessed with.

Did you wake up early? A quick glance at the time told you no, that in fact you had woken up later than normal. Neuvillette was meant to be long gone by now, off to court.

As though sensing your stare, the paper falls, and startling purple eyes lock onto you.

"Ah, you're awake."

You nod, because what else are you going to do? Neuvillette folds the paper back into its  original shape.

"Let me know when you are ready to leave."

Well, you couldn't say you expected that to happen. You nod after a second, before disappearing to get yourself ready.

While you don't look your best, at least you aren't soaked and shaking. Really, the amount of time that you've spent with Neuvillette could be counted on one hand, and you did not like the thought of one of those times being when you were in such a sorry state.

A little bit later, you were back by Neuvillette, looking at him with nothing short of confusion as he prepares to leave.

Oh, the disappointment aches for a moment. Like a child being promised a treat only to have it taken away.

"Well? Come along then."

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts. You take a few, tentative steps forward, until he offers you his hand.

You take it, after a moment, brows furrowed with confusion.

"Don't you have court to attend to?" you ask, as he leads you outside.

"I have sent notice that I will be taking today off. I have recently become aware that my wife needs a tour of Fontaine, and I consider that a much more pressing item on my agenda."

Your cheeks color. You can't tell if it's at being called Neuvillette's wife, or from how he doesn't let go of your hand even when you walk outside.

Before you can ask him if he's sure, if he can really take time off, Neuvillette gestures down the street, and begins what has to be one of the most in depth tours of Fontaine to exist.

This time, getting lost in the sights and sounds is fun. Neuvillette explains every building you pass, the history behind it, and what is happening there now. He lets you pull him in random directions when something catches your eye, and answers every question that you can even think of.

It's fun. Neuvillette is well liked by the people, and suddenly that seems to mean you're well liked as well. The food vendors give you free samples, pressing them into your palm and insisting that you take it despite your protests.

Even the Melusine's stop, chatting with you more than Neuvilllette, much to his surprise. He even comments that you know their names, and seems very ashamed when you point out that you've spent more  time with them instead of him.

You feel like you can actually navigate the city, by the time the sun is setting. Your bones ache from the exhaustion that the excitement has left you with. When Neuvillette notices, he starts herding you home, despite your protests.

The last thing you want is for the day to end. Going back to how it was before seems unbearable now that you know how it could be. If Neuvillette knows of your plight, he says nothing of it.

He simply wishes you a good night, and lets you head to bed.

If it's a dream, you hope that you will remember every detail of it.

-x-x-x-x-

Things don't change after that, much to your relief.

Neuvillette stays in the morning, talking with you sometimes. Most of the time he reads, while you make coffee for yourself, and subsequently him. He likes it with two sugars, no milk.

The information feels nice to have. Especially when, on the very, very rare occasions you wake up before him, you can have a hot cup of coffee waiting for him.

The little things before you grow before anything else. Conversations in the morning. Coffee. Neuvillette bringing you home treats that you love, especially the conch madeleines.

There are other things, as well. When you mention missing a certain dish from Liyue, Neuvillette goes out of his way to procure it for you. You're not sure how he manages to do it, but if it means you can get slow cooked bamboo shoot soup whenever you like, then you're happy not to know.

He comes home earlier, as well. As soon as the case is done for the day, it feels like he's on his way to find you. You're happy to do just that, telling him of everything you managed to do during the day, or whatever else is going on in your head that you want to share.

Neuvillette always listens. And he remembers. You mention once, in an off handed comment, about how beautiful you thought the rainbow roses of Fontaine were.

The next day, you woke up to a bouquet of them at your bedside.

You do your best to return the favor, going to collect him at the Opera house when his day is finished.

When you were younger, you read stories of people falling in love instantly, with a single look and it was easy from there.

You think now, as a married woman, that the stories are wrong. Love comes in the small gestures, in the moments spent together.

-x-x-x-x-

It's pouring rain outside. A heavy downpour that has been going on for the last hour.

It's also the time Neuvillette normally comes home, but it doesn't seem that way today. The change in routine throws you off more than you'd like to admit.

You wait another half hour before you grab your cloak, a heavy thing that Neuvillette insisted on buying you so you wouldn't get soaked in the rain any longer, and head out to the Opera House.

You're not too fond of the aquabuses here. They're faster than walking, but something about them feels so awkwardly slow. But with a bit of tension in your shoulders, you bite down the complaints and make small talk with the Melusine piloting the aquabus as you arrive.

Neuvillette only took you over here once, to show you the Fountain of Lucine. You suppose, on another level, it was also to make sure that you knew where the Opera House was in case you needed him and didn't want to get lost.

You're thankful for his planning.

Everyone else has already left, except for a very dedicated couple by the fountain, praying for blessings upon their child. You wonder if someday that will be you, but dismiss the thought with a blush.

It takes you much too long to find Neuvillette. For a man who cuts such an imposing figure, you wander around in the rain looking for him for much longer than needed. Eventually though, you find him at the back of the Opera House, standing in the rain as though he doesn't notice it.

"Neuvillette?" you call, quiet, as to not startle him. It seems you do so anyways, from how he jumps. "Are you alright?"

He nods, but doesn't speak. You reach out to take a gloved hand, everything about him feels cold.

You lead him back home, and he follows you as though he has no mind for anything else. It takes too long to get home but also not enough time. You hold his hand the entire way.

"Was court today rough?" you finally ask, when you're in the security of your shared home. Neuvillette lets out a hum, not agreeing but not disagreeing either.

You usher him to the bathroom to clean himself up, and go to make something warm, when the irony of the situation hits you all at once, because it must have only been a few months ago that Neuvillette did the same thing for you.

It felt nice to have the roles  switched.

 Neuvillette doesn't seem hungry, so you usher him into your own bed, since truthfully you've been suspicious that he's been sleeping on the couch or at his desk in his office to prevent you from feeling uncomfortable.

You sit down, and urge him to lay his head in your lap. You brush your fingers through his slightly damp hair, and you hum a Liyuen lullaby your mother used to sing to you.

Neuvillette never talks about court. You asked him once and only once about it, curious since everyone in Fontaine seemed to think that the cases were some kind of show. But Neuvillette had simply said that it was very usual, and not worth discussing.

At the time, you took him at his word. Now though, you wonder if it's something more.

"I believe an innocent man was sentenced today," Neuvillette says, after a moment. His voice is so soft, you almost can't hear it under the pouring rain outside.

"Is that so?" you ask, a silent prompt. Does he want to continue? Or leave it there?

He sighs after only a second, pressing further against your hand in his hair. Like a cat seeing attention.

"I'm sure it will be resolved soon, I simply need to investigate things more."

You nod, remaining silent. Neuvillette doesn't explain more, but eventually, as his breathing evens out, the rain comes to a stop outside.

You can't bring yourself to move. It would no doubt wake up Neuvillette, and that seemed like the last thing anyone needed. So you settled amongst the pillows, and close your eyes.

If you wake up tomorrow, still close to another and sleepy limbs tangled together, you said nothing of it. Neither does Neuvillette.

After that though, your bed becomes just the bed, and you're not opposed to that at all.

-x-x-x-x-

The Fountain of Lucine ends up being one of your favorite places in Fontaine. Not for any particular reason, you tell yourself, it's simply pretty to look at.

And that's not a lie. It is pretty to look at, and it's fun to visit and listen to expecting parents wish for good things for their children. It was nice to see the sights and sounds without the hustle and bustle of the city.

The first time you end up going out though, you can't say you had the most pleasant experience.

You had gotten the idea in your head, perhaps you were too bored lately, that you should visit Neuvillette at work and bring him lunch. So you packed a small bag, and made the journey.

Only to be stopped at the entrance of the Opera House by one of the gardes.

"Court is in session, no one is allowed in, miss, without a ticket."

Your head tilts to the side, truly puzzled. A ticket? People bought tickets to court, as though it was a show?

"I'm not going to see the court, I came to drop something off for Neuvillette," you explain to the man, holding up the small box.

The man eyes it with a bit of suspicion, and part of you almost wants to ask if he really thinks you've poisoned it. Another part of you is sure that if you ask, you will absolutely get accused of that.

"That's nice, miss, but you still can't go in. I'm sure you know monsieur Neuvillette has many admirers, and we can't stop court simply because you wish to give him a gift."

Wow. You weren't even sure how to unpack that. You crossed your arms over your chest, not budging.

"I am his wife, here to bring him lunch. Do you want to explain to Neuvillette tomorrow about how you banned his wife from visiting him.?"

The man, you still haven't even gotten his name yet, isn't looking at you any more. He's looking behind you, a look of mild panic on his face.

Oh, this was going to be just like one of those soap operas back in Liyue, wasn't it? You knew without looking who was going to be there.

"Monsieur Neuvillette!" he said, giving the salute of Fontaine. "I was just telling this young woman that we do not allow visitors during court."

"That is true," Neuvillette says, you can almost hear a bit of smile in his voice. "However, I think I can make an exception for my wife. Thank you though, I will handle it from here."

The man scurries away before you can say anything. If he had a tail, it would have been between his legs.

"I think you scared him," you said, turning to your husband.

You ignore your racing heart at hearing Neuvillette call you his wife for the first time. You couldn't stop the smile from spreading on your face though.

"I think if anyone scared him between the two of us, my dear, it was you," he muses, and yes, it is amusement you can hear in his voice.

You two stand there, smiling at each other for a moment before you remember just why you made the journey out here.

"Oh, I brought you lunch." You place the small package in his hand. "I'm sure you're busy here and I wanted to make sure you were eating. I didn't know I needed a ticket to get inside. How did you know I was here?"

"Ah, Aeife told me you had arrive, and I suspected that you would encounter a problem."

He gestures to the side, and sure enough, the small Melusine is there. She gives you a wave before going back to skipping and offering help to those who need it

"She's sweet."

"She is," Neuvillette agrees. "I think most of them like you more than me."

"Who wouldn't like me?"

The smile Neuvillette gives you almost makes you blush, but you barely manage to get a hold of yourself.

"Yes, they'd be fools not to like you."

And now you were blushing. You gently swatted Neuvillette's arm, and only received a chuckle for your antics.

"Thank you," Neuvillette says, genuinely. "I must return now, but I appreciate the thought."

A tiny sliver of disappointment ran through you, but you pushed it down, nodding your head. "Of course, of course. Don't let me keep you. Off you go now."

You made a little shooing motion, the smile on your face letting him know you were simply teasing. But he didn't leave.

"Any time you wish to come and see me, there will always be a ticket waiting for you at the booth." He gestures to the sales booth, which very much looked closed, but you didn't say that. "I'll be sure to tell you the next time Lyney and Lynette do their show."

You visibly perked up, which gained you a small chuckle. You hadn't been shy about saying you wanted to see the show, though apparently it was impossible to find tickets to it.

"Thank you, I'll be sure to take you up on that."

You stood up on your tip toes, pressing a brief kiss to his cheek. He seems surprised at the touch, but after a moment manages to compose himself, saying a quick goodbye before returning to work.

Aefie tugged at your skirt, a gentle motion almost as soft as a breeze. You knelt down to her level, allowing her to whisper in your ear.

"Thank you for making Neuvillette so happy."

-x-x-x-x-

You fell a lot, as a child, as all children do.

Scraped knees and bruised elbows. What is childhood without a few injuries? Without those precious moments that make them realize oh, sometimes life has pain.

The first time you heard of the concept of "falling in love" you had thought it was like that. Falling on the ground and bruising your knees.

Now though, you think it is something else. Like the feeling of falling into a warm bed at the end of a long day.

Neuvillette is already in bed tonight, laying on his side facing where you normally lay. You tip toe over to the bed, just in case he's already fallen asleep.

He hasn't though, and your eyes meet his vivid purple ones as you lay down, facing him as well.

"I thought you were asleep," you murmur. Tentatively, you reached for him, only to have him meet you halfway. Your fingers laced together with his.

"I was waiting for you."

Such a simple declaration is enough to make you blush. A year of marriage and he still managed to make you blush.

"I'm here now."

Something changes in his eyes, and he looks at you, so, so, fond. "You are here."

You both lay there, either unwilling or unable to fall asleep, feeling so close but somehow still so far away. It's one of the nights when the rain isn't falling. When you first came to Fontaine, it felt as though the rain never stopped, but now it's only occasionally.

"You never answered my question, you know."

Neuvillette frowns for a moment, thinking. You take pity on him before he can worry if he made you upset.

"I asked if you were kind," you murmur, gentle.

It felt like ages ago, talking to a stranger without knowing who they were. Neuvillette looks at you, waiting, knowing you weren't finished.

You had been so worried about everything. And though Sedene had told you, you didn't know if you could believe it or not.

"And what have you found?" Neuvillette asks. His voice is small, as though he's actually afraid of how you might answer.

You don't hesitate.

"You are," you whisper. You inch closer, knees brushing against his own. "You are so, so kind."

He kisses you. Lips sliding against your own, slotting there as though they were meant to be there. And desperately, with almost a full year of longing in you, you kiss back.

You're breathless by the time that he pulls back. He looks the same, and for the first time you see a small blush on his cheeks.

"I love you," he whispers, a reverent noise just for you.

You smile, leaning in to kiss him again.

"I love you too."

ℕ𝕖𝕦𝕧𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖 𝕩 ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕟𝕤𝕗𝕨; 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘; 𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕘𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕪𝕔𝕝𝕖𝕤

Neuvillette hated spring.

He doesn't seem like a man that would ever give something enough attention to hate it, not to that extent at least.

He enjoys watching the flowers bloom, listening to birds chirp as he files away reports in his office right before his scheduled leave, making everything neat and organized to soothe his eyes upon his return.

Neuvillette also loves the scent of pollen that fills his senses when he opens the windows to let fresh air in.

But there's a longing in the depth of his chest that every spring brings. A heat in the pits of his stomach.

It was a reminder that he was spending another year alone, whereas his instincts yearned for him to get out and hopelessly search for another of his kin.

But his kind was either long gone across this nation or already mated.

Others were likely far away in the lands he was born in, which if he ever knew the place of, with years he has forgotten.

In those somber weeks he craved to fly free and search until his body fell tired, his wings cramped and his body could no longer wonder in circles.

He has tried, only to end up hidden in a cave when he could no longer walk nor roam the skies.

The hormones in his body tend to get uncontrollable, even for a composed man like him, leaving him hunched over, sweat sticking to his skin as he tirelessly wastes a load after load onto the rubble, knees weak and jaw clenched.

He found it pathetic often, remembering the diverse literature he read over the decades, where people referred to this act as "relief".

There was no relief for him...he would have never call it such a thing.

He might've been far from home then, but Fontaine's skies always roared with heavy rain as he wailed inside his hidings.

Desperate, naked, in more senses then one and utterly, undoubtedly defeated.

Shame often urged him to seek shelter, a place where noone recognized him, but a nation you hold dear to your heart sometimes can provide certain comfort.

He soon resorted to staying in a cabin near the borders of Fontaine, hidden between tall hills that no human would be silly enough to visit, especially during weeks where the lands were known to flood for the past decades.

There might be no tell in when it would rain during any other period in this weirdly cursed land, yet they all knew that this prognosis was spot on every spring.

Neuvillette makes himself at home after a long trip, dusting off the shelves and changing the cabin's large bed into fresh sheets.

He's long past the age of roaming.

He should be entering his sixth millennia soon? Maybe?

Yet the once cold cabin doesn't fill him with dread anymore, warmth engulfing the space as he falls into bed with his lover, one that he stopped searching for but who has found him in these recent years nonetheless.

Today makes another year of which Neuvillette embraces spring with joy, and if the people of Fontaine looked up at the pouring sky a little harder, they'd see silky white and mellow in place of dark and gloomy that once were.

Alhaitham and Neuvillette: Of Gentle Giants and Stoic Softies

⚠️Spoilers for Sumeru archon quests, as well as Fontaine archon quests acts 1 and 2 ahead. Read at your own discretion.

As a fan of Alhaitham since his initial appearance in the game (you may remember me from my "Alhaitham Propaganda" posts), I've found player reactions (as well as my own) to Neuvillette amusing to observe. Many aspects of their fan reception have been almost identical, owing to their strikingly similar mannerisms--both stoic, mysterious, and conventionally attractive, falling firmly under the "tall, dark, and handsome" archetype.

It's true that Alhaitham and Neuvillette are similar characters, both superficially and deeper down. However, they do exhibit some key differences in personality; in addition to resulting in subtle but distinct discrepancies of player opinion of these two characters, I believe this comparison makes it particularly intriguing to anticipate Neuvillette's further character development as the Fontaine lore expands and the story continues.

Alhaitham and Neuvillette both exhibit a blunted affect (also called flat affect), essentially meaning that they are not very expressive--at least, according to typical social expectations. However, this does not necessarily indicate that they don't feel emotions at all; in fact, it's possible to perceive and interpret their emotional cues, such as changes in facial expression or vocal tone, with relative ease, so long as they are not held to said social norms.

In real life, flat affect can either be simply a matter of personality, or a symptom of neurodivergent conditions such as autism, post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD), or schizoid personality disorder (SzPD). People with blunted or flat affects are often misinterpreted as callous, hostile, or untrustworthy, or even completely emotionless, simply because their individual modes of expression do not match widely held social expectations.

This was certainly the case with Alhaitham, who, after a brief but impactful appearance in one act of the Sumeru archon quests, was almost invariably regarded by fans as highly suspicious, and commonly called a "walking red flag."

Moreover, several other characters' quotes about Alhaitham suggest that they think he is coldly rational and, according to Kaveh's opinion, has no feelings at all. While Alhaitham's extended collaboration with the Traveler ultimately proved that he was indeed a reliable ally, most other characters continue to regard him as entirely unapproachable.

Within canon, Neuvillette is also accused of being cold and apathetic. When Navia and the Traveler visit Neuvillette in his office to request records of a potential person of interest in the case regarding her late father, and come up empty-handed, Neuvillette verbally offers his sympathy; however, Navia, seized by grief, raises her voice against him for being dishonest and heartless. When Navia and company leave the palace, it is raining, indicating that Neuvillette--who is heavily implied to be the legendary Hydro Dragon by this point--was, in fact, genuinely moved to tears.

In contrast, though, beyond canon, cursory observation suggests that Neuvillette's reception by players has been largely positive, with fans readily describing him as "kind" and "sweet" despite his flat demeanor. The suspicion with which Alhaitham was met due to said demeanor appears all but absent.

Evidently, finding a potential reason for this difference requires delving deeper into their emotional patterns.

Indeed, in addition to being stoic, both Alhaitham and Neuvillette demonstrate sensitivity and openness to others' perspectives, integrity, and emotional experiences, which should accurately lend them both to the description of "sweet" or "compassionate." The Traveler's early interactions with them bear striking similarities: in the case of the Sumeru story, Alhaitham explicitly gives the Traveler the option to refuse to collaborate with him--which, historically, is highly unusual among suspiciously wealthy characters seeking a deal with the Traveler--and in Fontaine, Neuvillette's first conversation with the Traveler involve him apologizing for making the silence between them so awkward and offering to partake in conversation as a remedy.

What sets these two characters apart is their understanding of other peoples' emotional and rational processes--in Neuvillette's case, a lack thereof.

Alhaitham exhibits, through his words and actions in the Sumeru archon quests, at multiple points, a deep understanding of human emotions and thought patterns as phenomena that are at once predictable and volatile. He utilizes this understanding to forge trusting connections with strangers and to anticipate reactions of Akademiya personnel in order to infiltrate the House of Daena and overthrow the Grand Sage.

On the other hand, Neuvillette seems to lack a complete understanding of human emotional tendencies; whether this is due to a strongly held past misconception or simply naivete is still unclear. While Neuvillette is highly sensitive to other people's feelings in the moment once he becomes aware of them, he, unlike Alhaitham, acknowledges a personal failures to understand human thought processes and feelings in general, which forms the crux of his development as a character in the first two acts of the Fontaine archon quests as the true details of the Callas case come to light.

This is one aspect of Neuvillette's character that I believe contributes to his difference in fan reception from Alhaitham: inexperience and naivete are typically considered endearing traits, and, when paired with his blunted affect and seemingly permanent scowl, lend themselves to a sort of "gap moe"--perceived allure or "cuteness" stemming from a discrepancy in expectations of how a character should act based on their appearance, compared with how they actually behave.

Additionally, Neuvillette, despite his blunted affect, whether by virtue of profession or personality (likely both), appears to care a good deal about what others think of him, as suggested by his willingness to (attempt to) befriend, comfort, and reconcile with the Traveler and Navia.

As a result, Neuvillette's flat affect seems more superficially acceptable than in the case of Alhaitham, who vocally does not care at all about others' perceptions of him; Alhaitham's strong sense of self-preservation and self-assurance causes him to appear invulnerable, if not threatening, both within and beyond canon. He simply makes no attempt whatsoever to appear polite solely to appeal to social expectations. However, this is not due to a lack of kindness or compassion, as he, while highly logical and rational, by no means believes he is infallible, and readily apologizes to the Traveler upon recognizing that his actions were potentially harmful to them.

Still, the misperception of Alhaitham as a suspicious person is pervasive enough that other characters and fans alike hesitate to acknowledge him as an approachable and trustworthy person (a fact he canonically uses to his advantage to avoid "unnecessary social endeavors" and lead a peaceful life in which he largely keeps to himself).

Neuvillette might enjoy a similar luxury; his flat affect and intimidating demeanor are indeed practical in a court setting, where they amplify his authoritative presence. Like with Alhaitham, it only takes putting aside typical social expectations and getting to know him on a more individual level to understand that he is not as callous or hostile as he appears. Though the Fontaine story has yet to reveal whether this leads other characters to leave him alone in more mundane social settings, fan opinion of him certainly indicates that players have picked up on his compassionate tendencies due to quirks in his behavior, which was not more generally the case for Alhaitham, at least not until the Sumeru story had progressed much further.

Given that flat affect should itself be, ideally, not considered a character flaw, and therefore should not be "cured," I'm intrigued to see where Neuvillette's character development goes as his character story, as well as that of Fontaine at large, continues to unfold. For example, Alhaitham grew visibly more comfortable with the Traveler's presence over the course of the story, expressing more personal and emotional vulnerability and even allowing the Traveler to enter his house. I'm curious to see whether Neuvillette will follow similar tendencies.

(I'm willing to bet that he will, given that Genshin Impact is a gacha game and characters are deliberately designed to have their own personal charms to make them appealing, but I can't claim to be able to predict exactly what will happen regardless.)

Family reunion 🌊🦦

Neuvillette

I'm still thinking about Fontaine and the previous Hydro Archon, Furina & Neuvillette.

Because, like, we know Nahida is the youngest Archon, being born during the Cataclysm when Rukkhadavata died. Which means Furina must be older than 500 and must have existed at the same time as the previous Hydro Archon (I'll call her "Amrita" for simplicity's sake). Now I kind of think that Furina was a part of Amrita, since we know from the Oceanids that water can combine and disperse and maintain consciousness between these states. But that feels pretty similar to the Nahida situation so I'm not sure if Hoyo would do that.

In which case I'm free to headcanon that Furina was Amrita's problematic little protegee. Just a full on spoiled kiddo under the Archon's care, who got flung into authority unexpectedly after the cataclysm (explaining why she sucks so bad at it).

And if Furina did have a student-teacher relationship with Amrita, then it makes sense that the dissolving prophecy would be purposefully be left to her as a "conundrum" to be solved. Like Amrita realised Furina was a spoiled brat and wanted to leave a lesson to be learned behind.

Which then I think we need to talk about how Neuvillette fits into this dynamic. He's referenced as being at least a few hundred years old, and he's been around in Fontaine longer than Melusine records, since its rumoured that he's their creator when it was actually Elynas. So he probably also knew Amrita; yet I doubt he knew her for all that long.

In addition, it's pretty obvious that Neuvillette is the Hydro Dragon.

So here's my thought: Amrita is the Hydro Archon. She is pretty beloved by the people, but she doesn't believe a single person can ever be truly "fair and just" - one leader will always be coloured by bias. So she either splits off her consciousness to create Furina, or selects her from some other group as a student. She begins training Furina in the ways of balance and justice. During this same period, the Hydro Dragon is reborn in Fontaine as Neuvillette.

Now, whether Neuvillette is born to a human family or simply in human form doesn't really matter. I enjoy the idea of an egg appearing in the court and hatching out a tiny baby with elf ears, so let's say that's what happened.

Amrita recognises him as one of the dragons and becomes captured by a new idea - the dragons had previously been usurped on Teyvat, and Amrita is interested in fairness above all else. Rather than herself and Furina becoming Fontaine's dual leaders, it would be much more just for an archon and a dragon to rule together. It had all the benefits of defeating bias, while opening the country up to a new perspective.

So Amrita takes Neuvillette as a student too. Furina is still around and continues to be treated as Amrita's charge, yet she loses the responsibility of leadership before ever finishing the training. Neuvillette is instilled with the measure and countenance of a Justice, while Furina is allowed to watch along, worshipped as the Archon's companion.

She was there first, but Neuvillette is the "golden child". Furina resents the lack of attention.

Amrita still desires Fontaine to have co-leaders. When she must head towards her death during the Cataclysm, she leaves both Furina and Neuvillette in charge. When given this opportunity, Furina selfishly pronounces herself as the Archon upon Amrita's death. It's this act of treachery that drives away the Oceanids.

Neuvillette, being younger and less experienced, does not stand up to Furina. He is dedicated to carrying out justice, not leading the nation.

Furina quickly realises that she does not know what she is doing. She basks in the attention at first, but then crumples under the pressure. And so, she gives Neuvillette the title of "Chief Justice". In name, Furina remains the authority over Fontaine. However, in reality, all of the responsibility is placed upon Neuvillette's shoulders.

It was only in Amrita's prophecy, therefore, that Furina would be "left alone weeping" after her people dissolved. In every other matter, Neuvillette could deal with it. But for this utmost challenge to face the Nation, Furina alone carries the burden.

Neuvillette never gets the chance to exist outside of his role, but that helps clarify his connection to the people. He's their reliable Chief Justice, and that gives him an avenue to understand them through. Meanwhile, Furina does everything to remain popular, understanding her people only far enough to ingratiate herself to them. When it comes to how the people of fontaine will all dissolve, however, it's a problem she investigates behind closed doors, terrified of being seen struggling with her single duty to her nation.

had this sudden thought and i cannot for the life of me get it out of my mind: fontaine law stating very specifically that public nudity and encounters of sexual nature are strictly prohibited, but wriothesley and reader can't help themselves and get it on, even if it's in a secluded place. unfortunately they're found by neuvillette who was passing by, but he agrees not to press charges against the two if he gets to join in on the fun 🫣

౨ৎ ⋆˚ far from over ft. wrio & neuvilette + afab!reader. unprotected. creampie (like creampie). anal sex. vaginal sex. titty sucking. public sex. doggy. double pen. overstim. mindbreak. drool. mouth hooking (idk what it’s called). not proofread!

a cognizance of the rules is equivalent to owning the knowledge on how to break them. this has been proven by none other than the outstanding lord of meropide, wriothesley, when he pulled you in an alley during the dead of night just to fuck you brainless against the concrete walls. you have your back arched properly for him, hands pressed against the stone walls, as he pumps his hips— tight balls clapping against your wet and creamy pussy— to mangle your insides with his greedy cock that couldn’t wait until you’re behind closed doors.

manic with desire, you and your cunt cannot stop drooling. you’re fucked stupid at this point, eyes rolling heavenwards, with his finger hooked over the side of your mouth, pulling the muscle to reveal your teeth.

you would have fucked each other to the brim; with him jamming his cum inside your pretty pussy, and you, milking his balls dry. but the night has proven to be your enemy, and your stubborn need to sate your lust has come to bite you back.

now you find yourself before the chief justice. your pussy pulsing around the rim, sore from wriothesley’s thick girth. the recent and interrupted fucking have your brains scrambled upside down; you could barely register the disappointment bubbling out of monsieur neuvilette’s lips.

however, you’re not past comprehension. no, not at all. because you have put the pieces together when the chief justice, known for his unyielding pursuit of following the rules, divulges that no charges will be pressed to your name if you’d let him fuck you, too.

“t… too big!” you mewl on top of neuvilette, biting your lips, shuddering at the fat cocktip kissing your pussy hole. “will not fit, monsieur!”

“it will fit,” he whispers firmly, forehead bedewed in sweat, “because i said so.”

“our balls,” wrio pitches in with a certain depth to his voice, lining his drooling tip onto your asshole, “they are going to touch.”

your face falls in the crook of neuvilette’s neck. his scent drive you dizzy— along with the successful popping of his chubby cocktip into your cunt. “archons… so big… can’t fit—” your eyes cross as wrio pops his cock into your asshole. saliva begins to accumulate in the bottom of your tongue. gritting your teeth hasn’t helped much in keeping the drool inside your mouth.

“you are doing incredible, darling,” neuvilette croons, his own eyes turning heart-shaped because of the warmth provided by your cunt. “you feel amazing.”

“we’ll make you feel so good, love. be sure to take us all in, hm?” wrio leans to murmur in your ear.

they may have been speaking nonsense, for when they both thrust their cocks in unison, all your ability to think like a person has been effaced with ferocity. they have turned you into a blabbering mess, whimpering and mewling, at times screaming, when their slick-covered shafts hit your right spots. you begin to cry from the stimulation, sobbing at the sheer pleasure shredding your sanity in pieces.

neuvilette pumps his flushed cock while grabbing and spreading your ass; as though he’s in a competition against wrio who’s fucking your asshole with the same unwavering intensity. their rounded balls, filled with cum, shining with your arousal, wipes against each other as they fuck you with a rhythm.

you’ve pierced the night with a shriek when neuvilette swirls his tongue around your nipple, sucking and twiddling the other with his fingers. over and over, they have shriveled you into tiny little pieces by delivering continuous climax your way. brain mushed to bits, boneless, and fucked stupid— you begin laughing and crying from the stimulation.

wrio surrenders first; busting the fattest nut that has driven him chasing for air as the thick liquid squirts out of his plump head and into your perfect asshole, filling it with white globules to the point of seeping and flowing down neuvilette’s cock and balls.

neuvilette, on the other hand, plugs your womb with unstoppable current of viscid cum. his shaft beats like a heart while shooting his cum straight up your insides. it went on for minutes— you were almost inclined to believe that it would go on forever. with the amount of semen he’s puffed up your pretty cunt, the liquid also began to leak and mix with wrio’s. globes upon globes of white cum has adorned the duvet where both men fucked your brains out.

“are we off the hook?” wrio asks neuvilette while cuddling you in his arms, running his fingers along your bare spine.

neuvilette’s eyes flash. “i’m afraid not. the night has just begun, after all.”

I watched Fire and Ice (1983) and it has an unhappy and mentally unstable sorcerer who gets his tits out for the man who tried to kill him so of course I did frame redraws

it's so sad and cold without him... without a key to the house...

Here is No Why

Pt 1

CW: mentions of weed/alcohol usage, unprotected sex (female reader), choking, manipulation, and implied yandere (mostly foreshadowing for future parts to this story)

Synopsis: Reader has moved into a new city on a new job opportunity. On one of her days off she meets Chrollo who offers to show her around. After building a relationship he starts to slowly trap her in it.

Taking a break from your reading you gently set your book down on your lap and tilt your head in thought: as much as you wanted to be grateful for the job opportunity this city had provided, you couldn’t help but feel bleak. You thought moving would make you feel alive again but now you’re just stuck in unknown terrain with no friends to family to accompany you. How are you supposed to make new friends as an adult anyway? You begin to zone out, plotting what you could do to make yourself feel better.

It wasn’t until a bleached fog thickened over the court that you realized just how long you’d been musing. The spring rain had long ago stopped, and the humidity became palpable. Why must all your days off be spent pampering your emotional suffering? The distant look in your eyes started to creep back around the edges before you realized you just dove head first into yet another round of overanalyzing yourself.

You close your eyes and focus on breathing; the condensation of the air feeling thick in your lungs. When you open your eyes you become aware of a man sitting upon the wooden and cast iron bench across from you; vine like tendrils of black metal almost complimenting him.

Almost on queue, as if he were waiting for you to notice him he strides over to you; his gait seeming almost choreographed and perfectly rehearsed.

“Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde” he reads the umber lettering on the face of your book aloud, “I was always intrigued by that story; the way guilt and pleasure can muddle into one, leaving one with only a sense of sinful hedonism.”

The distant look from your eyes disappears, like it was almost never there in the first place. “A classic Catholic dilemma,” you muse, “who else would feel guilty about experiencing pleasure?”

The corners of the man’s mouth twitch, leading to a soft grin. “I believe incongruences of the mind and spirit would cause anyone to stray from sanity,” he pauses and gestures to the bench you’re sitting on, “mind if I join you? I haven’t met too many seemingly well read individuals in this city yet.”

“It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission,” you say, smirk evident in your voice before scooting to your right to offer him more space.

His eyes seem to shine even in the mist of the dawning day as he situates himself beside you, “this melancholy weather always seems to herd the poets outdoors.” He flashes you an almost coy smile while resting his forearm on the back of the bench. In the new found proximity you realize it’s not only his way of speaking that’s charming, but his entire being. “I don’t believe I caught your name, miss…?”

“It’s almost as if you haven’t asked it prior to this.” You tease but then instantly lament, chiding yourself, ‘don’t be so snarky, you’ve only just met him.’ “Im sorry, that was rude, my names y/n, and yours?”

He flicks his hand, clearly waving your apology off. “Ah, don’t fret, the apology isn’t necessary. It’s a pleasure to meet you, miss y/n. But to answer your question, my name’s Chrollo.” He watches your face, seemingly to gauge if there’s any familiarity with the name. When he sees no adverse reaction, just a warm smile in return, unbeknownst to you, his eyes lighten.

“The pleasure is mine.” ‘Smooth’ You weren’t sure if it’s origin, but the surge in confidence was nice.

Chrollo tilts his head lightly downwards and looks up through his lashes, giving what could best be described as a bashful smile. After sitting back up he gestures to your book, “are there any other readings you’ve particularly enjoyed?” This was always a sure fire way to gauge at least some aspects of a persons beliefs, without getting quite political.

You bite your lip in thought and after a few moments of consideration: “another classic I’ve always been fond of is “Fahrenheit 451. Possibly simpler in nature; but I appreciate how both acknowledge some time of enlightenment of self. I suppose I also like the concept of chance encounters and how they can alter the trajectory of our life.”

Chrollo hums in acknowledgment before speaking, “I’d like to hope this is one of those encounters. Would it be rude of me to ask for your number?”

You briefly mull over his question before pulling out a bottle of liquid eyeliner from your back pocket and reach for his hand; scrawling your number on his wrist. You grab your belongings and stand, facing him, “You should hurry up and get that put into your phone, it’s not waterproof and it looks like it’s about to start raining again.” You turn on your heel and walk towards the direction of your house, acutely aware of the way his eyes bore into you until you left his field of view.

It wasn’t until later that night when you were getting ready for bed that your phone pinged; “There’s a lake west of town where we could pick each others minds over a glass of wine if you’d indulge me.” With a feverish excitement you open the text giddy to reply but your fingers freeze. He took hours to message you, would you look desperate if you responded now? You quickly exit the conversation and mark the notification as unread hoping he hadn’t noticed.

The sleep you were so eager for eludes you; it was in the early hours of the morning when you finally replied. Hopefully a 2am text wouldn’t be seen as peculiar. To feign disinterest you respond with one word: “When?”

You fall asleep phone nestled close to your pillow, hoping the sound of an incoming message would jostle you awake. It didn’t.

A day came and went with no further contact from the handsome stranger. ‘Maybe he wasn’t interested after all.’ You think to yourself. Once more the sun meandered through the sky. As it readied to set yet again you finally received the news you so anxiously awaited, “Now.” You scoff at the way he reciprocated your energy but quickly brush it off figuring you probably deserved the short response anyway.

You ask for the address and head out to your car. When he responds you enter it into the gps and begin the 20 minute drive to your destination.

When you arrived the sun was just about to begin it’s descent. Shutting your car off and hopping out you walk towards the sand where you see Chrollo sitting on a blanket.

He turns to you when you approach and smooths the blanket offering a place for you to sit. You sit down, pulling your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them. “The view is beautiful here.” You note as your eyes scan over the lake; taking on a warm ochre hue as it reflects the sun.

Chrollo looks over at you with a charming smile, handing you a glass of the wine he mentioned earlier. “It’s a nice change of pace from the bustling city.”

You nod and twirl the wine glass in your hand, watching its contents crawl up the edges, while still being careful to to spill it. “I actually just moved here a little over a month ago, I’m not sure what to make of it all yet.”

Chrollo takes a sip of his drink and sets it in the sand before leaning back and propping himself up on his elbows. “What brought you to a place like this?”

Normally you’re not a fan of small talk, but the way Chrollo looks at you gives the impression he’s truly interested in whatever it is you may have to say. “Just work. I’m a teacher and the bigger schools always seem put together better, and the rate of pay is higher.”

“I could show you around some places if you’d be interested. There’s a really large library with a great selection downtown, not to mention all museums.”

Your eyes light up at the thought. “I haven’t been to a museum in years. I think that last time was on a high school field trip.”

Chrollo smiles at your enthusiasm. “All I need is a time and date and I’ll be happy to accompany you.”

By the time you and Chrollo called it a night you felt like you’d started quite the friendship of sorts and were looking forward to your future meet ups. On the way back to your car Chrollo opened the door for you. After thanking him you climbed in and started the engine. You bid your farewells and he shut your door for you before waving you off.

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The following month seemingly passed without a hitch. The first few weeks seeing Chrollo was just another weekend benefit, only being surpassed by the chance to sleep in. By now you had grown quite fond of him and began to relax around him more, your visitations slowly increasing in frequency.

By the beginning of month two you made your first big blunder, blissfully unaware at the time. A simple night on the town turned into a few drinks too many and the next thing you knew you were giving Chrollo your address to drive you home. You’d each driven your own respective cars to meet, but the night ended with Chrollo possessing the keys to both, under the guise of not wanting to risk you driving.

Back at your house Chrollo continued to play his role as a scholarly gentleman; tucking you in, giving you a glass of water, and playing with your hair until you fell asleep.

In the morning when you woke he was still there but had respectfully fallen asleep on the couch. “I didn’t mean to intrude, I just hated the thought of you getting up in the middle of the night and falling.”

You gave him a warm smile which he so eagerly returned. It wasn’t until after your routine cup of coffee that you asked for your car keys and your morning began to sour.

“I’m sorry dear, but I thought you had them on you last night.” You’re confused because you’re so sure you’d given them to him, but you were also so drunk.

That rest of the day you stayed home tearing your house apart to find them. You checked your pockets, the laundry basket, even the trash. Yet they were nowhere to be found. You felt so fortunate for Chrollo that day, he looked up and down trying to help you find them. When both of you pulled up nothing you called the car dealership and opted to get a replacement key.

A few days later after you got your replacement key Chrollo returns you to the parking garage just for you to see your car got towed in the meantime. ‘Shit, in the middle of all this I forgot to pay for parking.’ You hang your head and groan. How the hell were you supposed to be able to afford to get it back?

Chrollo so generously offered to help you pay for it but you rejected the offer. He’d already helped you look for the keys and drove you here in an attempt to get your car back. You couldn’t possibly ask him for anymore help.

Except he insisted. If you didn’t want him to help you pay he could at the very least give you rides when you needed them. You tried to protest but before you could summon the words he had gently grabbed your head and pulled you closer to him, giving your a kiss on the forehead, “It’s the least I can do for a girl like you.”

Between giving Chrollo your address and his insistence on being your personal chauffeur, you had walked right into a trap you didn’t even know had been laid. You’d become dependent on him for travel, and now he knew where you lived. It was only a matter of time before he started spending a few nights a week there. It was just so much easier to live with you then to drive across the city everyday to bring you to and from work, to get groceries, or complete whatever other little tasks you had to subject yourself to. Pretty soon he had your entire schedule memorized and almost always knew your location.

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On one of the many nights Chrollo sleeps over you decide to indulge him on one of your little secrets. You exit your bedroom freshly showered and in pjs, hiding something behind your back.

He raises an eyebrow at your behavior as you walk up to him, your excitement evident. “Do I dare ask?” He questions you, deciding to entertain whatever it may be that had you so giddy.

You reveal a grinder and a packed bowl, handing it to him, tossing a lighter from the coffee table shortly after. “The new bowl I had ordered online came in and I figured maybe he could give it a test drive?”

He smiles and gestures to the cushion next to him, then he sparks the bowl, taking a deep inhale and closing his eyes while his head rests against the back of the sofa. After a few seconds he exhaled and passes it to you, eager for you to follow suit.

Upon your third time receiving the bowl from Chrollo your eyes lit up as you got an idea. You inch closer to him and take a long hit, then plant your lips on his, exhaling it into his mouth. He greedily inhales every tendril of smoke into his lungs. You’re naivety on just how intimate you were going to get that night marked as blunder number 2.

Conspiring shortly after taking hits off each other, Chrollo’s hand began to snake under your crop top, gently fondling your breast; lips still attached to yours. You cast out a shaking hand and gently hold Chrollo’s wrist.

He only pulls way and looks at you with a coy smile. “Does it feel good, beautiful?”

You swear you could feel your heartbeat stop in your chest at the words. You stare at him, mouth slightly agape. It takes a moment for you to conjure up a response, “Mhm.”

Chrollo let’s out a breathy laugh and starts attacking your neck with his lips, once licking your skin and blowing gently, the cool air sending s pleasant shiver down your spine. A soft moan escaping your lips when he nibbles on your ear; you can feel him grin against your skin at the sound.

He grabs the hem of your shirt, “May I?” You swoon, even in the heat of the moment he’s still a gentleman, and the intensity behind his gaze tells you he wants it bad. Who are you to deny him? You nod and he hastily pulls it off you, needn’t get told a second time.

His eyes seem hungry, almost purple, as they rake over your figure. Flustered under his gaze you go to cross your arms over your chest but he stops you mid act. He smirks and starts gently pushing you onto your back, making sure to keep his grip on your wrists, pinning them down beside your head, “Oh you said I could, don’t get all shy now. I’m only getting started with you.” He’s watching your face now, reveling in how your cheeks turn pink from his words. He lowers his head to your neck once more and nips and sucks along your collarbone, slowly going lower until he’s circling your nipple, sighing as you writhe under him.

You whimper getting desperate for more, his teasing touches offering no relief. You ball your hands into fists when he finally takes your nipple into his mouth. He sucks gently with his lips, his tongue grazing over the tip. Your moans spill out and by now you’re too far gone to care. When he goes to pull his mouth away you arch your back, trying to bring yourself closer, not ready for the pleasure to end.

To your relief he only switches to your other nipple. Gently biting the sensitive skin, he makes you yelp at the sudden pain. He looks at you under his lashes and when you don’t protest at the rougher contact he finally releases your wrists. His hands once again come down to your chest and he gently pinches and rolls your nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Gradually adding more pressure to gauge your limit.

“It hurts,” you whimper.

“Is that why you’re trying to grind against my cock right now?”

Your eyes widen and you still your hips, visibly embarrassed. He just grins down at you and begins removing your pj pants, the glint of mischief in his eyes not going unnoticed by you. Your panties soon follow suit and rest on the living room floor.

Once situated between your legs, Chrollo gently uses his thumbs to part your lips, giving him direct access to your clit. He slowly licks over it, enjoying how your body twitches at the slightest touch. His tongue circles your clit before he abruptly takes it into his mouth and sucks. The sudden change in pace has you gripping his hair and pulling him closer. He indulges you for a few minutes before pulling away despite your whines.

“It’s okay sweetheart, I’m not done yet. Be a good girl and get my fingers wet.” His middle and index fingers trace along your lower lip, waiting for you to open your mouth. You oblige and swirl your tongue around them, sucking them one last time as he pulls his hand away.

In an instant his mouth is latched back onto your clit and his fingers are slowly being worked into you. They begin to curl when he finds the spot he’s was searching for. He moans as he feels you clench around him, only adding more pleasurable vibrations to your clit.

In mere minutes he has you right where he wants you. “I- I’m gonna cum.” His fingers slow and he pulls his mouth away, leaving you right on the edge without ever fully tipping over.

“Is that so?” He tilts his head and looks at you mockingly. His fingers leave your pussy. “Go ahead and cum then.”

Your face burns under his gaze and your whines sound downright pitiful. It doesn’t take you long to realize what he wants you to do. ‘He wants me to beg him.’

You pull him closer and reach for his sweatpants, desperate to get them off. “Please…”

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me Chrollo!” Your face feels warm once again but the speed he picked you up and bent you over the couch at didn’t give you time to care.

He gives your ass a firm smack and rubs his cock along the length of your slit, wanting to make sure it’s wet enough before slowly putting it inside you, giving you a chance to adjust.

Due to being so close earlier it doesn’t take long at all before you ask him to start moving. His hips move slow at first, soon picking up the pace when he’s confident you’re ready. He leans over you slightly and helps you stand up a little straighter before snaking his hand up to your throat. When you don’t object he begins squeezing your throat, only adding more pressure when you place your hand over his and motion for him to do it harder.

His free hand begins rubbing circles on your clit and you have to grip the back of the couch to keep your legs from buckling. Chrollo let’s go of his grip on your throat, opting to help you stand instead. “Careful hun, deep breath.”

You blush and inhale, exhaling shakily. Even while bending you over and ravaging you he still acts so charming. It doesn’t take long before you’re reaching you’re peak again and this time Chrollo shows no signs of stopping.

“Already? And you’re taking me so well. You must have been wanting this for awhile.” The light teasing sends you over the edge and you clench around his cock, his hold on you tightening to help stabilize you.

The feeling of your pussy spasming throughout your orgasm is enough to send Chrollo spiraling into his own. After his thrusts stop he leans over you, kissing your shoulder blades before pulling out.

He helps you walk over the the front of the couch seeing how your legs trembled. Once you’re both sitting he pulls your upper half onto his lap so you can recline on the couch, his fingers quickly find their way to your hair and he absentmindedly plays with it.

It was in that position you fell asleep, blind to the fact of who exactly he was, and what you had just gotten yourself into.

helllooooo

helllooooo

! WET DREAMS

synopsis: waking from a wet dream about you!!! — kaeya, childe, ayato !!!! the blue men

cw; wet dreams, they have a crush on you

KAEYA!

his mind races as he hurries to his office, his face and neck heating up from the memories replaying in his head — you panting and gasping as he fucks himself into you, tears flowing down your cheeks at how amazing he feels, kaeya's name falling like a prayer from your lips

"kaeya!" you running over to him and throwing yourself into his arms is exactly what he was afraid of; he feels like he might pass out from being so close to you and is terrified of what he might unintentionally do that could ruin your friendship

the sweet scent of your hair reaches him, sending his mind reeling once more, and all the heat and blood rushes downwards as he pushes you away with a smile before shutting himself away in his office to calm down, cursing internally at those lewd thoughts

CHILDE!

you watch the dull weapon in childe's hands snap in half, the owner clearly not noticing that he broke it while sitting on the bench, deep in thought about something

that something is you — you in nothing but his shirt, on your knees with your hair in a ponytail, and your lips wrapped around his hard, angry cock as he pulls at your hair, fucking himself deeper into your throat

he's always been good at restraint, but how can he face you now after you appeared in his dreams the night before and "attacked" him with something so obscene and fitting for his dark desires for you?

AYATO!

he's staring at you as you and thoma clean the courtyard, both laughing at something you said, oblivious to the fact that someone is burning holes in your head, heart fluttering with desire

he thinks it's so crude for someone like him to have wet dreams about you, not because you're not good enough, but because he feels exposed, as if he's committed a crime because you think he's this wonderful and sophiscated gentleman

but you're wrong because he wants to see you fucking yourself on his cock, wants to feel your nails clawing into his skin as he hits your sweet spot, wants to show the entire world that you're his and his alone

My cute little harbingers 🥰

I bought from comic square convention yesterday.

where they like to kiss you

Childe, Dottore, Pantalone

gn!reader

slightly suggestive [ ignore typos (if there are any), i wrote this at like 10 p.m and i’m too lazy to proofread) ]

CHILDE

this man is absolutely down bad for your neck. so, so, so down bad. Childe will kiss your neck whenever he has the chance to, in public or in private.

most of the time it’s private because you’ve complained to him that it’s ‘embarrassing’ for him to nibble on your neck in public infront of his soldiers. but what are they going to do? complain to the Tsaritsa? well maybe.. but still!

his soldiers chose to serve him, therefore they’ll have to bare with whatever they’re witnessing.

but of course he has his own limits. in public it’s simple kisses, but in private? it’s full on hickeys, hickeys that won’t leave you alone for awhile. he won’t allow you to cover them, forcing you to make a terrible excuse if someone asks you about it.

“oh t-this? it’s a mosquito bite.” you nervously laughed, covering the hickey. “i’m the mosquito.” Childe bluntly blurted out.

DOTTORE

Dottore loves to kiss your stomach, he doesn’t know why — it’s not because he wants children, he isn’t good with children obviously. but he just thinks that your stomach gets the least kisses out of every part of your body.

even in intimate moments, he’ll kiss your stomach. he’ll kiss every spot, and at some point he might sneak his kisses to your ticklish waist, he loves teasing you.

whenever he comes back from his lab and sees you already asleep, he gets this chance to kiss your stomach. and your waist, because Dottore knows you’re way too tired to push him away.

but he does it everyday, it’s so addicting to feel his lips on your stomach that whenever he somehow forgets to give you stomach kisses, you can’t help but pout and whine at him in need.

“looks like my little one’s is craving for my stomach kisses. didn’t you say it was ticklish?” he hums in amusement of seeing you desperate for him, “don’t worry. i didn’t forget. i just wanted to see you come and ask for it.”

PANTALONE

if people were to see him without knowing his personality at all, they’d assume he’ll be into kissing your knuckles — oh, but it’s not like he isn’t. it’s simply.. not as much as he’s into kissing your back.

Pantalone’s a gentleman. a gentleman with so many layered masks, who knew if he’s into something else? but anyways, he’s inlove with kissing where your shoulder blades are located. whether they’re visible or not, he’s just down bad for it.

that’s not the only reason. sometimes he gets a little too invasive and tries to peak somewhere he isn’t supposed to be peaking. oh but he never tells you, even if you find out, you can never resist a handsome man like Pantalone.

you’re receiving kisses from the one and only. the one and only who owns the Northland Bank, the rich and handsome man with his fancy words.

“come now, darling. sit on my lap and let me do what i do. hm? well just because i’m working that doesn’t mean i don’t have the time to pamper your beautiful back.”

Solar Flare - Masterpost

"You've seen too much, so I can not let you go, but you're too valuable to kill you off."

Thanks to your inability to keep your mouth shut and the subsequent chain of events, you suddenly find yourself in Snezhnaya as Dottore's new assistant.

He hates all of that.

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Dottore x female Reader

slow burn, (one-sided) enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, denial of feelings, mutual pining, Dottore is bad at feelings.

eventual fluff, eventual smut

Crossposted to Ao3

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Chapter One - The Doctor

Chapter Two - Talking to a Wall

Chapter Three - A Start

Chapter Four - A Breakthrough?

Chapter Five - Not What It Looks Like

Chapter Six - Crumbs

11 Fatui Harbingers (NSFW)

Summary: 11 Fatui Harbingers and 11 beds to keep warm…if you know what I mean 😏

Chapter One: 11th Fatui Harbinger Tartaglia

Chapter Two: 10th Fatui Harbinger Arlecchino

Chapter Three: 9th Fatui Harbinger Pantalone

Chapter Four: 8th Fatui Harbinger La Signora

Chapter Five: 7th Fatui Harbinger Sandrone

Chapter Six: 6th Fatui Harbinger Scaramouche

Chapter Seven: 5th Fatui Harbinger Pulcinella

Chapter Eight: 4th Fatui Harbinger II Dottore

Chapter Nine: 3rd Fatui Harbinger Columbina

Chapter Ten: 2nd Fatui Harbinger II Capitano

Chapter Eleven: 1st Fatui Harbinger Pierro

• Genshin Impact Masterlist •

Taglist: @tojis-big-daddy-milkers, @stygianoir , @fandomwritrix, @kadssp-main, @bobaducky, @ariachaos, @luc1f3er, @childe-wife, @yakshamenogias, @iamfriedpotato, @o-f-f-u , @simpingeverysecond, @somerandowanderingthestreets, @saltylovetale, @fandomwritrix, @venyan, @eliciana, @aydene, @bidishwasher

This will be a nsfw series with each chapter dedicated to each Fatui Harbinger

Please note that this isn’t the official ranking rather the ranking I think they fall into