#¬ neuvillette / ic.

[jojorice]

Merry Xmas!! 🎄🎂🎊 here’s a Yuri on Ice au bc that’s kinda Xmas themed…right? Right?

[hanakooart]

Yuri on Ice AU

[marragurl]

ICE UMBRELLA

LISTEN. TO. ME.

ICE

UMBRELLA

WRIOTHESLEY MAKING AN ICE UMBRELLA FOR NEUVILLETTE

SHUT UP - NO - I CAN’T -

This thought just hit me and I am writing this out of pure mania at like 2 am

We all know that the rain brings comfort to Neuvillette but is also a metaphor for his emotions yea? And everyone and their great-grandmother knows about the Umbrella Scene™ between Wriolette, I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN IT AGAIN-

SO PICTURE THIS

Pre- or Post- relationship, doesn’t matter, but Wriothesley knows about Neuviellete’s relationship with the rain, and how he can be found standing in it after long, difficult days in the court, but never really finds the rain itself to be a bother.

Now, he came up to see Neuvillete a bit last minute, a bit of a spontaneous choice for that day. He gets to the Opera Epiclese to try and catch Neuvillette after work before he heads back to his office. However, he’s not there, even though Wriothesley knows that the day’s trial has long gone overtime and it is nighttime already.

And then suddenly, it starts raining outside.

Aight, Wriothesley knows the drill by now, and he’s ready to get his umbrella and go out to find Neuvillette - except, drat.

He forgot it.

He can see Neuvillette’s silhouette in the dark outside, he knows where to look after so many times of this happening.

But Wriothesley didn’t get to his current position of power without some creativity on his end, a forgotten umbrella wasn’t about to stop him from reaching Neuvillette.

Cut to Neuvillette just outside in the rain, lost in his thoughts. It was a long hard trial, another gruesome showing of humanity, and he’s just trying to get his bearings under the rain.

He’s lost in thought enough to not hear the heavy boots coming up behind him, but not enough that he isn’t brought back to reality once he realizes he can’t feel the rain anymore.

It’s familiar to him, he’s gotten used to Wriothesley finding him in the rain and providing shelter with an umbrella. He finds comfort in the action, and so he turns around to once again politely thank him, even if he was perfectly fine in the rain unlike humans. He stops though when he sees Wriothesley holding what seems like a frozen handle of ice.

He follows it up only to see the thinnest layer of ice connecting it and forming a delicate canopy over the pair.

He can see the faint swirls of frost patterns at the top, as well as still see the raindrops forming and sliding off the edges.

A beautiful umbrella made of ice is above them, sheltering them from the rain yet still allowing Neuvillette to enjoy the weather.

The rain clouds cover just enough of the sky for it to be dark while they also stand quite away from the Opera to be out of the light. It’s not the same sort of privacy as Wriothesley’s usual dark umbrella, but there’s something enchanting in being able to see the rain from above as light bits of snow fall off from the edges of the umbrella, surrounding them in a different barrier from the outside world.

They spend a while in comfortable silence under the umbrella, taking in the sound of nature as the rest of the world seems to fall away.

Idk wtf just happened. I blinked and suddenly this was all written.

I JUST WANTED TO RANT ABOUT HOW PRETTY AND THOUGHTFUL IT WOULD BE IF WRIOTHESLEY ACTUALLY USED HIS POWERS FOR A PRETTY ICE UMBRELLA, I DIDN’T MEAN TO WRITE A FICLET!!

I guess if we’re here-

I just like the idea of Wriothesley still wanting to keep Neuvillette company in the rain, but he’s still a human who can catch a cold under the rain. But he also knows Neuvillette likes the rain and the cold, so he makes an umbrella made of thin ice, so it still allows Neuvillette to feel the cold and see the rain while keeping Wriothesley dry (AND I’M A SUCKER FOR WATER AND ICE PAIRS USING THEIR POWERS TOGETHER. NEUVI AND WRIO DANCING ON WATER WHILE WRIO MAKES ICE FLOORS AND NEUVI MAKES PRETTY WATER MOVES AROUND THEM??? YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS)

Give me Wriothesley and Neuvillette using their powers to be thoughtful of each other while still keeping their boundaries, give me loving verbal AND non-verbal communication showing how well they know and care for each other!

[lupins-hehim-pussy]

I think of so many stupid shenanigans between Wriothesley and his daughters in the Addison Lee verse. They tell Wriothesley crazy shit all the time, their daddy-daughter secrets, and it drives Neuvillette nuts that Wriothesley won't snitch.

Sigewinne, whispering into his ear: Today at school I punched a boy because he was being mean. I waited until it was recess, and made sure that no one was watching, and I punched him. Everyone knows he is a liar, so noooo one believed him when he cried about it. And Sigewinne is aaaalways a superstar so Mr Vautrin didn't suspect a thing !

Wriothesley, mildly concerned: Uh huh.

Sigewinne: Papa would say Sigewinne has to be nice to everyone, but, Sigewinne thinks bullies need to get punched sometimes, b'cos, b'cos otherwise, they think everyone is just gonna let them be mean

Wriothesley: Y'know what. That's fair

[twilightichor]

Pouring rain falls like a balm to soothe raging flames that will never die. Labored breaths return to normalcy as Twilight straightens himself to look over his head, his palm open to watch sapphire drops fall atop the onyx leather that covers his hand. ◜...◞ Astral gaze falls upon the snow-haired man thereafter, narrowing in quiescent acknowledgement. It's been a while since Dáinsleif had realized the nature of this man —or as he would rather say, superior being— ever since the beginning when they joined forces to purify the Weeping Willow in Fontaine. Now, after a voyage to Ochkanatlan and what Natlanese would say the end of the world where they were caught by an unpleasant surprise, it's all the more clearer. ◜You did what must be done.◞ Not necessarily to Natlan— but to him. The suffering soul caged within the abyssal shell that had fallen before them.

✧ @seraphicus liked for a mini-starter!

[hpthirsting]

@beginngsining sent a meme:

[ STRIPTEASE ] for neuvillette

She was certainly a sight to behold as she teased him, and once there was more skin exposed, he reached out to run a hand over it. Her shirt hand gone first, tossed aside as he pulled her closer, nearly on his lap.

"Trying to impress me, hmm?" he teased, hands wandering down her body. He was, perhaps, a bit too impatient for her to tease him for too long.

[hpscaling]

@genshingirlies sent a meme:

finally kissing the person you’ve been pining for . From Navia to Neuvillette :3c

Just as he'd promised, he brought Navia along the next time he traveled to the area the Hydro vishaps were roaming. It was after a trial, so though he probably should have returned to the Court of Fontaine to take care of the loose ends of the case, he preferred to take some time to relax. He'd only been told to do so by several people pretty much every time he finished a trial lately.

"As I said, the original Hydro sovereign was a vishap. So though I may be human now, they're the closest thing I have to family." He paused as they walked, seeing one of the vishaps over the hill. As they approached, he took off his gloves; probably the first time Navia had seen him anything but completely covered. His hands had a blue tinge to them.

The vishaps crowded around as soon as they saw him, and he reached out, just resting a hand on one of their heads. They were acting more like puppies than the 'vicious monsters' a lot of people thought of them as.

He turned to Navia to say something else, when she leaned right into him, pressing her lips to his. He stood there, looking stunned, for a moment. And then he leaned closer as well, an instinct to return the kiss taking over for another few moments.

"...and what was that for?"

[abyssmalice]

"So, this is the true form of the great Hydro Dragon..."

...

Why does it remind her of that stupid worm curtain that she gave Ayaks ages ago?

[sagnaevi]

❛ Perhaps in celebration of your return, I shall grant you the duel you've long requested. ❜ / @iiryoku

[tempered-chill]

[FIGHT SCENE]

"Aw, come on Monsieur! You've watched Champion Duelists at work for so many years, surely you've picked something up just by observation?"

Neuvillette huffs in amusement - the closest most people will ever hear to him laughing - shaking his head in response to the amateur director's question.

"I dare say that you seem to either believe swordplay to be much easier than it actually is, or consider me a more talented person than I truly am. I'm afraid I don't know the first thing about properly using a sword."

"W-Well it's just about holding it correctly, I mean..."

The Iudex shakes his head again, while in the corner of his eye, he spots a by now more familiar figure approaching the scene, and he nods in greeting.

"... Perhaps someone else can help you."

Yanqing remembers the kind man who had pointed him towards the costume rack, and is more than happy to greet Neuvillette in return with a cheerful wave. He had caught onto the conversation, drawing closer when swords were mentioned - if he hadn't, then that would've been some kind of impostor in disguise. Yanqing's love for swords transcends the sound barrier. As soon as they are mentioned, he's there.

The lieutenant easily steps into the conversation, drawing his own weapon from its sheath with a little flourish - just because he can. He's allowed to show off in front a bunch of actors - they have dramatics of their own, so he can have his. "You needed a swordsmaster?" Yanqing says with a confident grin. "Well, don't worry! I'm more than happy to answer all of your questions relating to swords." He's more than happy to take this conversation off of the older man's hands.

"So, about how to properly hold a sword? Well, it really depends on what kind of sword you're using..." And such begins an hour long lecture about how to properly use a sword, the young boy grinning the entire way through. It's nice to be a mentor and not a pupil, for once.

[eudaemcnia]

@soliloquics asked

❛  if only you knew how much you truly mean to me.  ❜ wriolette

pinning/yearning sentence starters

But  he  did  know.  He  knew  it  by  every  breath  taken,  every  smile  shared,  every  morning  when  his  eyes  opened  and  he  met  him  with  softness  and  laziness.  He  knew  it  in  the  way  he  held  his  hand  and  braided  his  hair  and  in  the  way  his  fingers  ran  down  his  back.  Wriothesley  couldn't  comprehend  the  depth  of  emotions  Neuvillette  could  feel  but  couldn't  understand  and  he  didn't  think  he  would  ever  fully  understand  just  how  much  of  what  he  felt  he  felt  in  turn. 

Thus,  he  grew  silent  at  his  words.  He  felt  guilty,  somehow  made  himself  believe  that  he  yearned  for  things  Neuvillette  could  not  give  or  didn't  know  how  to  give.  Emotions  were  difficult  and  humans  felt  so  much  more  than  his  brethren  did. 

❛  I  do  know.  ❜  He  said  silently  and  averted  his  gaze  because  even  if  he  did  know,  he  had  no  way  of  showing  it  to  the  other.  Or  showing  him  just  how  much  he  meant  to  him.

[cpirits]

(( @cosmicfates || Fem!Wrio for Neuvillette

★ ━━━━━━ Sipping the tea she had in front of her, Wirothesley was sated that the Hydro Dragon had come to see her, but also bring a new flavor of tea for them to share--though she knew he preferred just water.

Crossing one leg over the other from behind her desk, she eyed the other who perched in his own chair, looking as handsome as ever. The way Neuvilette carried himself was a real draw to The Duke, she was interested in him from the time they had first met.

Her ears twitched to hear his better, she never blinked as her eyes steadied on his lips boy did she want to do things to that mouth... But she'd never say that out loud, at least not currently.

"You came all this way to gift me this lovely brew, but what's the real reason for gracing me with your presence?"

[frozenambiguity]

mundanemiseries asked:

(@fxrina) a small package is left out of the cavalry captain, a package from Fontaine. A small, delicately baked cake, a gift from the nation's former archon.

Ah, Fontaine. The land of justice and performance, once ruled by a God so magnificent as she was beloved. Kaeya Alberich has never graced the nation of Hydro with his presence, though motivation has never lacked in that regard. Knightly duties keep him in Mondstadt most of the time, but he still possesses a free spirit, longing for new adventures and discoveries. Following that train of thought, one would be valid in assuming that he is a child of Mond at heart, embodying and valorizing freedom.

Surprise is thus justified once his gaze rests on the small package, neatly arranged and emanating a sweet fragrance. Slender digits reach out to undo the bow of beautiful azure color, pleasant to the touch. Inside the package, he finds a cake and... little else apart from a small note. It is addressed to... him...?

... ... ...

This cannot be a coincidence, can it? Not on a date so specific. But then again, how could someone of that caliber be bothered with an unimportant existence such as his, having never met him? Kaeya's senses tell him he should soon investigate.

Could it be that the former archon had thought about visiting Mondstadt? And had, thus, conducted her own research regarding people in power? Had she planned on fortifying the alliance between Mondstadt and Fontaine...?

No, no. That did not quite make sense. If that was indeed her plan, then she could have reached out to Jean instead, his devoted superior. Besides, would political maneuvers be in the former Archon's mind when she had stepped away from the position...?

So many questions, yet so few answers.

For once, the knight's interest veils his understanding, and he fails to see the simple gesture as it is: a simple gesture, congratulating him on this special day. Logistics make getting answers a difficult task, but it is nothing a friendly letter could not tend to. As such, the knight would soon pick a sheet of papyrus paper and a feather pen. He would hesitate on who to address it to, twirling the feather pen in between his fingers as his gaze became distant; pensive. Having stepped away from her position, the woman did not engage with him as an Archon, but as herself. Reaching that conclusion, the knight would commence the letter as such:

Miss Furina...

[goldenorder]

BREAKING NEWS: 5 dead and 18 wounded after a freak earthquake in liyue harbor

"And just what sort of impression do you have of me to think that I would easily lose control of myself like that?" He says while sneaking a quick worried glance towards the harbor.

[hpthirsting]

@denxxxphelia sent a meme:

❛ you want gentle? wrong fucking address. ❜ //sorry neuvillette ur girlfriend’s Needy and Depraved today u__u

They had him laying while they straddled his lap, and at the comment, he arched his eyebrows.

"If you want something a bit rougher than usual, you need only ask." He was, after all, more than tough enough to take and give some manhandling.