Neuvithesley - Tumblr Posts
Oh, I like this
Also please don't tell me wrio is dead :(
Ngl, I'm excited to see how the interaction is gonna go-
Fatui Harbinger Wriothesley.
Soleli Soleli (Neuvillette/Wriothesley oneshot)
notes: hiii this is the first oneshot on this acc :DD i'm glad its a red and blue pair lmfao. this will be posted on ao3 and linked on this post within the next few days under the same name so if that's more your style feel free to take a look for my acc there !! ty for reading in advance and feel free to point out any mistakes i made as this was written over several late nights lol link and textpost below!
summary: Neuvillette is a tired, tired man (?) and gets home late to an early and (sort of) surprise visit from Wriothesley. Jokes, slight pampering and cuddling ensues.
warnings+tags: no warnings, Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Wriothesley is called ‘wriothes’ a couple times, i pronounced it like ‘writhes’ in my head but it’s up to reader, multiple petnames and nicknames, i pull french out of my ass, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content,i just made innuendos and jokes, Neuvillette is mentioned to have multiple hearts bc i just watched doctor who also i think its COOL, Implied/Referenced Sex, I need readers to please go into this believing, Wriothesley is in his late 30s early 40s, Oneshot
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The Iudex of Fontaine’s footsteps sounded down the empty street, dimly lit only by the lamp posts. The street was quickly darkening more by the gathering clouds, threatening rain despite his attempts to hold it off.
The day had worn him to the bone and his head ached from reading papers, and proposals, and case files galore, causing thunder to sound in the distance much to his dismay. He looked up to realize his doorstep was only a few yards away, to his exhaustion, it felt like miles. He picked up his pace to close the distance and just as those miles had been crossed in speed-walking steps a few raindrops began to fall onto the cobblestones.
He pushed his key into the door and turned it slowly opening the door after hearing the click of the bolt unlocking, just as the rain began to pick up. He pushed his hair back as he walked through the door of his quarters.
He closed the door and locked it for the night. He released a heavy sigh as he leaned back on the door, closing his eyes and drooping his shoulders in defeat. Once composed, he made his way to the living room, where he sat in the armchair closest to the empty fireplace. He laid back in the chair and glanced at a clock on the mantle.
11:47pm.
God, he was home late. He thought about how he would need to go to bed immediately but something about his exhaustion from the day just made him look to the wall and stare in one spot listening to the ringing silence and rain pattering on the windows softly.
As he sat there he realized the ambiance was periodically broken by a faint rumble, this time, not from the sky but from the bedroom down the small hallway.
He sat straighter in his chair and looked towards the hall. He stood slowly, with a puzzled look now furrowing his brow.
He quickly and silently made his way down the hall, passing the bathroom and home office stepping to the slightly ajar door of his room, now understanding the rumble was something in it. He opened the door slowly and looked to his bed where he found a large figure perfectly comfortable in his sheets and snoring away.
Wriothesley.
He had sent word in one of his letters that he’d be visiting and would be arriving tomorrow morning but, lo and behold, here he was, already having made himself at home.
He was in the pants of his nightclothes and he had commandeered Neuvillette's pillow to wrap his arms around as he lay on his side. He would have looked perfectly tranquil if not for his snoring which sounded just as loud as the heavy machinery back in the fortress.
Neuvillette sighed quietly and watched Wriothesley's chest slowly rise and fall, a soft expression washing over his tired face. There was a slight hitch in Wriothesley’s breathing and Neuvillette tilted his head in curiosity but just the same it continued regularly once again.
Suddenly, Wriothesley sat up like a bat out of hell, practically diving for the bedside table where his vision lay. He stopped when he saw the tall figure unfazed beside the bed, illuminated and silver-lined in the moonlight streaming through the windows.
“Neuvillette,” Wriothesley said breathlessly as his face softened and his shoulders drooped
“You’re early,” Neuvillette said chastely.
There was more silence but it was short-lived as Wriothesley's hand grazed the cool stone of his vision and he was thrust back into the moment.
“Shit. I'm sorry, Neuvi." he pulled his hand away and rubbed his eyes, taking the moment to embarrassedly hide his face "I didn’t even–”
"No, no, I shouldn't have been… staring.” Neuvillette looked away and hesitated to admit he was watching, admiring even. “You looked very peaceful.”
Wriothesley exhaled out his nose and smiled, reaching out a hand to which Neuvillette gladly took and gave a soft squeeze.
“You were watching me?” Wriothesley said teasingly as he squeezed back
Neuvillette cracked a smile “Perhaps I was,” he said as he sat down on the bed next to Wriothesley, sitting perpendicularly “Or perhaps I was just investigating who decided to break into my room?”
Wriothesley chuckled as Neuvillette rested his hand on his
“It’s not breaking in if you said I was welcome anytime and if I have a key.”
Neuvillette rolled his eyes and grabbed a hold of Wriothesley's fingers, giving another soft squeeze and a relieved sigh
"Rough day huh?" Wriothesley asked, giving a squeeze and rubbing his thumb gently on Neuvillette’s hand
"Archons was it ever.” he looked to Wriothesley lamely
Wriothesley smiled sympathetically "You look beat, sweetheart. Why don't you get dressed and come lay down?”
“I feel… beat.” Neuvillette said quietly
Wriothesley chuckled at his wording “You really are tired. Go put on your pajamas, doll.”
Neuvillette rolled his eyes at the man in the bed and stood up, still softly holding on to Wriothesley's hand. Neuvillette feigned to let go as he walked towards the closet but, he knew he couldn't hold on forever. He let Wriothesley’s hand fall but still, Wriothesley smiled softly as he watched Neuvillette disappear into the closet.
Neuvillette made quick work of his day clothes, throwing his shirt and pants into a hamper and hanging his overcoat. He unbuttoned his spats painstakingly and threw his dress shoes to the side with them.
He threw on a nightgown just long enough to hit his knees and glanced at his reflection in the floor-length mirror as he instinctively brushed the front of the nightgown as if to get rid of invisible crumbs or dirt, before starting for the doorway and peeking out quietly.
Wriothesley was laid on his back, now no longer snoring, just breathing softly, one arm resting over his eyes, the other resting on his waist; Neuvillette’s pillow now discarded and lying in the empty area of the bed.
Neuvillette stepped out quietly to the vanity where a brush and hair ties sat and took a seat on the stool.
Neuvillette carefully removed his barrettes and opened a small box placing it inside next to others similar to them, before grabbing the brush and beginning to detangle his hair. As he combed through his locks behind him he heard Wriothesley inhale deeply. Neuvillette looked behind him in the mirror watching as Wriothesley sat up and swung his legs off the bed before he stood and stretched.
“What are you doing?” Neuvillette asked quietly, turning to face Wriothesley
“I’m helping you,” Wriothesley said, cracking his knuckles as he stepped closer
“You don't have to. I do it every night, it's nothing I'm not accustomed to.” Neuvillette tried to protest
Wriothesley rolled his eyes “Come on, let me help. Just this once? ”
“Fine, fine,” Neuvillette raised his hands defensively brush still in hand
Neuvillette held out the brush to Wriothesley who grabbed it with a soft smile growing on his face. He undid the tie on the end of the silver hair and began to brush the soft strands, carefully minding the horn-like tendrils. There were very few tangles but he was just glad to oblige Neuvillette’s habits and maybe it didn't hurt to get a bit of fun out of it himself.
Wriothesley sat the brush down and began running his fingers through the soft strands and scratching Neuvillette’s scalp. The silver-haired man closed his eyes and shivered as Wriothesley went upwards and back from under his scalp with his fingers.
Mostly for his own enjoyment, Wriothesley made a note to scratch behind Neuvillette’s ears prompting more shivers. Wriothesley chuckled and smirked as he continued, now running his hands through Neuvillette's hair to pick through any knots he made before repeating the process a few times; taking care to scratch gently and slowly.
After a short while, Neuvillette's shoulders were no longer stiffened and his posture had relaxed, allowing him a bit of slouch.
He would have continued playing with his hair for the rest of eternity if he could, gently scratching and massaging occasionally making a new parting to attempt a new style but, he understood it was late and downtrodden-ly picked the brush up to detangle the Iudex’s hair once more so he could braid it.
He counted in his head as he brushed; 1, all the way to 50. 50 brushes in the morning and 50 brushes at night before braiding it. 100 a day at the very least.
Wriothesley brushed his hair a bit more than 50 times and made quick work of Neuvillette's hair, dividing it into 3 and stacking the strands one after the other. He grabbed the ribbon off the vanity and tied a small bow to the end of the braid, satisfied with his work.
He moved Neuvillette's braid over his shoulder and leaned down to press a kiss on the back of Neuvillette's neck. He pressed a few more, and Neuvillette sighed and tilted his head. Wriothesley smirked and pressed a few more softly before moving closer.
“Yknow, the night is still young and I mean, we do have the first half of the day off… we could always…” Wriothesley adjusted to whisper in Neuvillette's ear “...mess around a bit.”
Neuvillette shivered again and chuckled, “Wriothes, while I do enjoy our escapades; I… really am exhausted tonight. I'm sorry, Amour.” Neuvillette turned slightly, “Another time?”
“Of course, doll.” Wriothesley rested his hands on Neuvillette’s shoulders “More energy for next time, anyways right?.” He pressed a kiss to Neuvillette's cheek and looked at him in the mirror with a smirk.
“Are you sure?”
“Sweetheart, if I was truly that desperate I could always read your letters– and y’know, with your particular detail, it's almost as good as the real thing.” Wriothesley waggled his brows and his smirk widened to a grin
Neuvillette gave a playfully unimpressed look and Wriothesley pressed another kiss, this time, to the side of his forehead.
“Let’s lay down before I decide never to send you another letter, hmm?” Neuvillette said patting one of Wriothesley’s hands
“Hey now let’s not go that far.” Wriothesley laughed, pulling away to stretch as Neuvillette stood.
They shuffled towards Neuvillette's bed, Wriothesley settling into his previous spot and very reluctantly handing Neuvillette his pillow back as he settled into his own side of the mattress.
Once they had stopped shifting around, Neuvillette gingerly reached his hand across the small space between them in the bed, wrapping their pinkies to test the waters before softly grasping their hands together.
A cool silence settled over the quiet room.
“If you really wanted to, could we do something quick?” Neuvillette said quietly, looking over to Wriothesley
“Not if you’re tired, sweetheart. There's always another time.” Wriothesley gave Neuvillette's hand a squeeze and turned to look at him with a soft smile.
“Are you sure? You kissed my neck more than a few times. You always kiss my neck when–”
“Yes, Neuvillette.” Wriothesley interjected with another squeeze of his hand, a bit of pink tinging his face at the mortifying thought of one of his tells being known, and one of the more intimate ones at that
The room went quiet after he said that. Wriothesley turned to lay on his side now fully facing Neuvillette who was looking away to the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing is wrong technically but. it had been a few weeks since we…” Neuvillette hesitated “and couples do cite these types of issues all the time for reasons to disband relationships.” Neuvillette looked away again
“We don't have to do anything just because I'm here,” Wriothesley paused and gave a soft squeeze and smiled “It’s a… non-issue.”
“I understand that but I feel bad saying no. Especially since you’re visiting.”
The clock on the vanity began taunting Wriothesley in the growing silence. tick. tick. Speak. tick. boy. Tick. speak. tick. tick. tick.
Wriothesley reached for Neuvillette’s hand again, taking it in a gentlemanly fashion, ghosting his thumb over the other’s pale knuckles, hesitant to touch the soft skin with his calloused digits. Neuvillette looked back from staring holes into the ceiling.
A question unasked nipped at Wriothesley’s heels and breathed down his neck as Neuvillette stared into him. Wriothesley dreaded the answer to his question but if he didn't ask how could he know?
“Did I do something to make you feel that way?” Wriothesley hesitated
“No.” Neuvillette said, immediately and breathlessly “You’ve done nothing.”
Neuvillette held Wriothesley’s hand with both of his, grasping softly. Wriothesley looked back, his eyes now looking polished and slightly bloodshot, a confused look still pooling in them.
“I think I may be… letting my work get to my head and… I’m sorry.” Neuvillette said dejectedly, “I shouldn't let my work interfere with my personal life.”
“You don't need to apologize. Your job is hard and… it’s a valid fear in some–” Wriothesley hesitated “Relationships… The topic should have been brought up when we started getting more serious, but we never really… said ‘no’ to anything… ”
“I think it was just an oversight. We’re both just," Neuvillette took a long inhale “Exhausted.”
“You’re telling me…” Wriothesley trailed, looking down and softly rubbing Neuvillette’s knuckles, less afraid of the roughness and now just longing to feel Neuvillette “Maybe we'll feel better after some shut-eye?”
“One would hope,” Neuvillette said, quietly watching Wriothesley’s digits smooth over his skin. “Let’s lay down.”
They let go of one another's hands to settle back into the bed. Another silence settled over the room and the clock kept ticking. Neuvillette stretched slowly to interlock their pinkies, testing the waters before jumping in the deep end.
Wriothesley obliged and Neuvillette soon after moved to interlock their fingers to which Wriothesley once again allowed. They stayed there awkwardly waiting for the silence to no longer sting so harshly, but Wriothesley was the first to succumb to the deafening roar growing.
“We don't just have to hold hands...” Wriothesley said quietly “That’s not an innuendo to be clear.” he added
Neuvillette chuckled and Wriothesley relished in the sound, almost physically feeling his pupils turn into anatomically incorrect hearts. He could have sworn the room brightened with that laugh.
“Please, come here,” Neuvillette said, pulling Wriothesley's hand to him and beginning to move closer, Wriothesley, following suit immediately.
At that one sentence, they reached for one another like they were flailing in the sea. Wrapping arms, intertwining and tangling legs, with soft rubs on any piece of exposed skin, just content to once again know the touch of the other.
The salt and pepper-haired man felt his body relax as he clung onto his life jacket in the sea of the bed. He made himself comfortable just above Neuvillette's chest, listening to the soft thumping rhythms. He felt a wave of tiredness sweep over him as he lay there, disappointingly reminding him that he wouldn't be awake to fully enjoy holding onto the Iudex for much longer.
To remedy himself, Wriothesley closed his eyes taking a deep breath, re-familiarizing himself with the familiar scent of faded lavender soap and cologne while he was still awake, giving a soft squeeze of his arms.
“You missed me.” Neuvillette said quietly
Wriothesley chuckled softly and Neuvillette was almost positive he felt his hearts skip a beat like a love-struck schoolgirl, giddy she had made her playground crush laugh.
“I always miss you,” Wriothesley mumbled
“As do I,” Neuvillette said quietly
Wriothesley smiled and nudged Neuvillette, prompting him to softly place a kiss on Wriothesley’s head before settling to rest his chin in Wriothesley's hair. He also took in a deep breath, prompting another laugh from Wriothesley, who was then playfully poked by Neuvillette’s chin.
The clock ticked quietly, now only doing its job rather than patronizing the two of them, the sound of the ticks and the other’s breathing lulling them to sleep for the night.
Hours later, the morning cold seeped into the room making Wriothesley slowly aware of his surroundings and the soft ache in his bones. Their limbs had untangled in the night but Wriothesley could feel Neuvillette had still managed to keep a hold of him, softly grasping his toned arm.
He listened to the soft breathing from the sovereign just inches away from him as he lay in bed, thinking fondly of how Neuvillette always held on somewhere be it, a hand, an arm, his waist, or even his pajamas, and once; his calf.
Satisfied with his observations his eyes fluttered open, slowly adjusting to the soft sunlight streaming through the windows. Glancing around the room, he made note of the clock on the dresser that so agonized him last night and squinted to read the hands of the clock. It was 9-something by the looks of it.
He yawned quietly, stretching his free arm and legs. He gently tried to pull his arm out of Neuvillette’s grasp without waking him but as soon as he began to pull it free, Neuvillette inhaled softly and fluttered his eyes open, grabbing at air.
“It’s just me, doll. You’re fine,” he said quietly, sleep still dripping from his words as he turned over to his side.
He took Neuvillette's hand in a gentlemanly fashion, slowly raising it to press a few kisses to Neuvillette's knuckles with a sleepy grin.
“Good morning,” Neuvillette said softly, sleep still clinging to his vocal cords, blinking a few times, trying to get the sleep out of his eyes.
“Good morning,” Wriothesley said before leisurely pressing another kiss
“Did you sleep well ?” Neuvillette asked, now gaining his bearings
“That was the best sleep I had in weeks…” he said lowering their hands “Seriously.”
Neuvillette’s lips curled to a smile and hummed at the remark.
“I'm inclined to say the same, so much so that… I don't want to get out of bed.” Neuvillette said, pulling his hand away and turning around to scoot closer and be spooned by Wriothesley.
Wriothesley chuckled as he gladly snaked an arm around Neuvillette’s waist, his hand then taking hold of the top of Neuvillette’s hand.
“I'm sure we could make that happen,” Wriothesley said, snuggling closer and closing his eyes again, more than willing to drift back to sleep.
“Hmm… It would be pleasant, but…” Neuvillette paused “I do seem to recall you saying something about more strength for the next ‘escapade’” Neuvillette said nonchalantly, scooting his hips back and into Wriothesley’s pelvis.
Wriothesley’s eyes popped open and he blinked a few times but he regained his foothold and smirked.
“I suppose I did.” he said with a kiss to the back of Neuvillette's neck and a hum “and I recall a few things that you said you’d just love to make good on in those particularly-detailed letters of ours...”
He pressed another smirking kiss to the side of Neuvillette’s neck and Neuvillette grinned as he raised a hand to hold Wriothesley's face as he continued.
“Touché, mon amour,”
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end notes: tysm for reading!! hope you enjoyed :)) my requests for hcs posts and asks are always open feel free to drop in wheneverrr
wrote wriolette fic !! ao3 and post link post!
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Genshin Impact
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Neuvillette/Wriothesley
Characters: Neuvillette and Wriothesley
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Wriothesley is called ‘wriothes’ a couple times, i pronounced it like ‘writhes’ in my head but it’s up to reader, multiple petnames and nicknames, i pull french out of my ass, Fluff and Humor, Implied Sexual Content,i just made innuendos and jokes, Neuvillette is mentioned to have multiple hearts bc i just watched doctor who also i think its COOL, Implied/Referenced Sex, I need readers to please go into this believing, Wriothesley is in his late 30s early 40s, Oneshot
Iceflow Waltz
Continuing the 'Wrio has frostwalker' hc, he takes neuvi out to the lake to do this ballroom dance / ice skating mix.
They're literally Coppelia and Coppelius to me they're so hfjdhdjdjdjsikss
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