#lakelight

[teyvationalgeographic]

Foggy Forest Path, Erinnyes Forest, Fontaine

[moonlightdoesgenshin]

I put Seb in a dress. Bcs I can. And I thought they'd look pretty.

(I hc them as a masc-leaning enby(they/them pronouns but called boyfriend, husband, dad, etc., but they didn't actually realize/come out until they got married and were out of their parents' house.)

Ft. Flustered chibi Moonlight(my farmer) because Seb is pretty

[fr-familiar-bracket]

[endlessolo]

are you normal or do you think about the cruel irony of lakelight lillies being found in the 4.8 fairytale map given how erinnyes's story is heavily romanticized in fontaine literature

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 2: Lakelight Mirage

Narrated by Hephaes.

~Content Warning: near death experience (drowning)

Narrator: The other elves told me Arionus' "Seed" was corrupted by a shadow that came from an unfathomable abyss beyond the forest.

Narrator: But I thought, if the Tree of Life created and accepted Arionus' Seed, shouldn't Arionus be recognized as one of us?

Narrator: Plus, Arionus was such a powerful and respectable elf!

Narrator: Arionus could manipulate water at will and turn vapor into a drizzle.

Narrator: Arionus also wanted to preserve the clear water source for eternity, inspiring me to hone my fire magic.

Narrator: Arionus didn't talk much. But when I pestered Arionus with questions, I always got perfect answers.

Narrator: Arionus seemed to know every secret of the forest and took me to a lot of hidden lakes and creeks.

Hephaes: Arionus, have you been exploring this forest alone?

Narrator: With half of Arionus' body submerged in the water, Arionus gazed thoughtfully in the direction to which the river flew.

Arionus: Yes. I can get to places inaccessible to others.

Narrator: Arionus dove into the water with a splash.

Hephaes: ...Ah, there Arionus goes, disappearing again.

Narrator: Every time the New Moon rose, Arionus would disappear for a few days.

Narrator: But this time, I searched all the waters of the forest and finally detected Arionus' presence in Lake Bovaly.

Narrator: I rarely came to places heavy on water elements by myself. But looking at the unusual blue glow on the lake, I had a hunch that it had something to do with the disappearance of Arionus.

Narrator: I shielded myself with fire, took a deep breath, and jumped into the lake.

Narrator: I dove deeper and deeper, following the dim light. I sensed an undercurrent of emotion hidden in the periodic sound of water.

Narrator: The flames were quickly diminishing, and I frantically tried to go faster, until I finally saw Arionus at the end of the dim light.

Narrator: Arionus was wreathed in a gray fog. The water orb in Arionus' palm was the source of the dim light. An unknown powerful force was fast expanding.

Narrator: A mix of concern and curiosity drove me to get closer. But the budding power of fire in me was being overwhelmed, and a drowning sensation was dragging me down.

Narrator: I found myself in a bottomless abyss of water, and my stomach churned with dread like never before.

Narrator: I flapped my wings in panic, and what was left of my weak consciousness commanded me to open my mouth and scream.

Hephaes: A-Arionus...

Narrator: The rapid torrent of water poured into my chest and strangled my throat like an invisible noose. I felt that my head was about to explode.

Narrator: The water suddenly became heavy and stagnant, and the last bit of strength was gone. My wings went limp.

Narrator: I let the cold water drag my body and mind into the unfathomable darkness...

Narrator: The moment the flames went out, a soft stream of water shielded me from the murderous dark tide and quickly lifted me to the surface.

Hephaes: *cough*

Narrator: I got back on the shore, panting. Arionus used fingertips to draw the cold lake water out of my body.

Arionus: What are you doing out here alone? Don't you know that the power of fire is easily weakened by the element of water? What if I were not here?

Narrator: I blinked without a word, surprised that Arionus would ever lose calmness.

Hephaes: I knew you were here. I recognize your aura.

Narrator: Realizing the loss of composure, Arionus bit down on Their lips and sat slumped down.

Arionus: ...Were you not scared when you saw it?

Narrator: I thought of the blue glowing orb at the bottom of the lake and shook my head.

Hephaes: I used to worry every time you disappeared, but not anymore. I don't know what that fog was, but your glowing orb was dispelling it.

Hephaes: If it's that hard to deal with, I don't want you fighting alone. I may not be half as powerful as you are, but we can figure something out together.

Narrator: I waited in silence until I finally heard Arionus' usual calm voice, like a canoe floating across a moonlit lake.

Arionus: In my earliest memory, there's this sea of chaos.

Arionus: There's the sound of labored breathing in my ears, and there's a dark tide before my eyes. Dim stars twinkled above my head, beyond my reach...

Hephaes: The sea you described sounds very similar to what I saw at the bottom of the lake.

Arionus: I sensed in Lake Bovaly a power that shared the same source as mine, which is proof that it's connected to that sea.

Arionus: And Lake Bovaly's also connected to the Tree of Life.

Narrator: It turned out that Arionus had understood the concern of the other elves and had been searching for a solution by Themself.

Arionus: I know there's a dark power inside me, and it's getting stronger and harder to control by the day.

Narrator: Arionus' face scrunched up in pain, and a barely visible mark appeared on Arionus' arm like a shadow made of water seeping into Arionus' body.

Arionus: The New Moon night is not over yet, and this power is still brewing inside me. Go back. Even if you're not scared, I don't want you seeing me at my worst.

Narrator: Arionus turned Their face away, with the long hair cascading down to cover the black mark. Arionus hid the briefly revealed emotion again.

Narrator: I snapped my fingers, and two small flames turned into a pair of butterfly wings that flew toward Arionus and perched unexpectedly on the tip of Their nose.

Arionus: Oh! What is this?

Hephaes: Little butterflies I conjured using my flames. Cute, huh? With their help dispersing the heat, no one will get burned.

Hephaes: I knew your secret, and I wanted to share in your pain.

Arionus: You...

Hephaes: Fire can burn filth, but I don't know how well I can do it.

Narrator: I held Arionus close to my side. The fire butterfly flew from Arionus' body and perched on mine. Its flame enveloped us, forcing the dark mark to appear.

Narrator: The lurking power refused to succumb to the invasion force. A gray mist oozed out to wrap itself tightly around the flame.

Narrator: The heated struggle quickly consumed my strength. Arionus, too, was painfully torn by the two forces.

Narrator: Sweat dripped down Arionus' forehead and fell on Their eyelashes. Arionus' eyes flitted between chaos and clarity.

Hephaes: It must hurt, doesn't it?

Narrator: For a moment I couldn't bear to continue, but Arionus held my hand and rested Their forehead on my shoulder. Arionus' words were clear over Their labored breathing.

Arionus: It's okay... I can handle it.

Narrator: Yes, the power of fire had gained the upper hand now. I steadied Arionus and mustered more power.

Narrator: A golden beam of light pierced through the night. A clear stream of water lit up in flames.

Narrator: The gray fog trembled and finally succumbed to the two entangled forces and vanished into the night.

Narrator: The silver-white moonlight bathed everything in the forest in a soft glow. The light spots floated on Lake Bovaly like stars.

Arionus: I wish it could be cleansed once and for all. But unfortunately, it can't. It will come back when the new moon rises again.

Hephaes: Turned out I was better than I thought. Come to me anytime if you need help. I will save half of my flames for you!

Arionus: Haha.

Narrator: Amused by my sudden display of confidence, Arionus burst out laughing, dampening my feigned excitement.

Arionus: Can't say I was impressed, though.

Narrator: A floral fragrance filled the cool night air. The dim stars suddenly turned brighter, as though they were attracted by the rare noise in Lake Bovaly.

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

[yumenosakiacademy]

[yunniestars]

☆ pairing: lyney x gn!reader ☆ tags: friends to lovers, confessions, lyney is whipped and lynette is done

when lyney has a crush he’s either flirty or extremely shy

like he just has the urge to be bold and LOVES using pickup lines and magic tricks to fluster you because he loves seeing you get all shy

though when he’s on the receiving end, usually he fights back

but if it’s his crush he goes all giggly and feels like he’s going to explode

like he could literally just burst

he tries hard to hide it but fails miserably because he just cant contain himself if he’s around you

sometimes he’d ask you if you’re free just so he can be with you, and treats you as if you two were on a date (but he brushes it off as a ‘friendly gesture’)

when lyney likes someone he likes to give them something that reminds him of them

for instance, he once gave you a lakelight lily because its elegance reminded him of you

“it’s as serene and ethereal as you, m’lady” he says as he goes on one knee and give it to you

whenever you two go out alone he loves the time being spent with you because he gets to learn more details about you that you never mention and is seen within your actions

“this is their favorite color, their favorite flower, favorite food… oh and this is the kind of shoes they wear…” he says to lynette, who just feels done with him.

but even if she wants to bonk his head when he yaps about you, she helps set you two up alongside freminet

even father knows

so the day that lyney confesses to you, they made sure to set everything up so it can be simple yet romantic enough

he confessed to you on the beach near poisson, with a dinner table and everything, including scattered rainbow roses and lanterns that lynette and freminet crafted, alongside the candles father lit up

when lyney confesses to you, he fumbles a bit on his words since he’s not used to heart-to-heart conversations like this, becoming extremely open and quite vulnerable

he was afraid of rejection but deep inside he couldn’t contain the feelings he had for you, so he held as long as he could until finally deciding to reveal the love he has in store for you

imagine how over the moon he was when you told him that feelings he had were reciprocrated

he felt like all those nights overthinkng whether you loved him back or not finally had answered thoughts

he gave you the longest hug and the sweetest kiss on the lips, staring at your eyes like you were the most precious jewel he could ever hold.

“i can't believe you’re all mine now, mon ange.”

[ written with love, yunniestars. ෆ ]

a/n: hi hello! thank u for reading my first work here, i hope it was enjoyable even just a little bit. i appreciate that u read it !! ෆ

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV

MELUSINE CREATOR MEETING PAHSIV ‼️‼️‼️

PAHSIV PAHSIV PAHSIV YIPPEE!!!!!!! SHE'S SO CUTE

one day, you're taking a rare trip to the upper world with Foul Legacy, needing a bit of sunlight after spending several weeks down in Merusea Village. he sweeps you up into his arms and takes you to a distant forest, all surrounded by trees and mist and moss, where not even the Treasure Hoarders dare step in. but to you, both protected by an Abyssal monster and hidden from a cruel, unforgiving world, it's lovely and fascinating. Legacy's steps are several of yours, so he can easily keep up with you as you explore the foliage and fantastical reed pipes. his lilac ruff of fur bristles when he hears the unmistakable howl of Riftwolves, taking your mitten-like hand and gently tugging you away from the old, rotted willow that looms in the distance, wandering towards a lake dancing with wind and floating globes of water. it calms in your presence, though, and you're dancing among the lakelight lilies when your antennae twitch at the pitter-patter of small, stumpy feet

"Creator! Creator! Pahsiv!"

a Melusine with brilliant fuchsia eyes happily darts through the grass, tapping her feet in a little excited jig as she stands before you and Foul Legacy, whose wings flutter in surprise. she skips in a circle around you in particular, examining you at all angles but never touching as her tail wags. after a moment you stick your hand out to shake, and she stares and tilts her head before extending her own and giving you a light, friendly smack on the palm

she's a Melusine even stranger than you- or perhaps, like you, she's not a Melusine at all. but she's friendly and curious, with a sharp interest in tidalgas, and whatever fear she had of Foul Legacy evaporates when you explain that he's a friend, dancing around and allowing herself to be picked up and placed on Legacy's shoulder opposite of you. he's strong, after all- carrying two not-Melusine is nothing to him! you gift your new friend some tidalga you were carrying, much to her delight, and she pats her mittens over the shimmering patterns across your body with a knowing look in her eyes

she doesn't come with you when you leave Erinnyes, but somehow you know that she'll be there to greet you if you ever come to visit again

[knavesflames]

Hi! Remember this?

I decided to finally make a part two. Unfortunately, no, there isn’t a happy ending. I tried and tried but couldn’t find anything that would let them be happy. The quality of this is also not as good as the first one, I fear. Alas, it is here. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1147

Contents: bro just sadness

utc!

Arlecchino doesn’t come home for hours. The night ticks on and for the first hour, you just sit there in tears, your outfit not at all matching, though that seems to be the least of your problems. By the second hour, your eyes and throat burn, and you feel like it’s almost impossible to stop crying, and you wonder if you ever will. You drag yourself out of the bed, the bed you’ve made love on so many times, the bed she has laid you on as she coaxed our every single orgasm you’ve ever had. The tangled bedsheets and what’s remaining of her imprint from her body is a cruel, painful reminder. A reminder that you are not the one she’s been in love with this entire time, that you were just a replacement.

You wander the halls of your home, a gigantic, lavish home. Much larger than it needs to be, really, but Arlecchino always loved to show off her wealth. You don’t look towards the walls, you know that you’ll only see many, many photos of you and Arlecchino. Ones you that you hung there, and you remember the grin on your face when they were in place. You remember how your smile faded slightly when Arlecchino replied with a simple “that’s nice, dear.” You assumed she was only tired. Every single thing you remember but ignored comes crashing onto you, and all you can do is stare at the floor like some pathetic dog being scolded for doing something they shouldn’t have. You feel pathetic, or worthless, or angry. You can’t really tell which when they all blend together. You pad around the hallways aimlessly, a hollow, miserable look in your eyes.

You find yourself in the bathroom, and one look at yourself breaks the dam and your eyes fill with tears again. You can only see her, yet you look nothing like her. Therein lies the problem, you realise. Your hair is not red, nor do you have her white headband. You stare at yourself, muttering hateful words until yourself is not yourself. Your reflection is just a blur and you can’t tell what you look like. Your fist clenches, and you understand you have to leave the bathroom before the mirror shatters over the floor. Sombrely heading towards the living room, you’re met with pure rage at the sight of the lumidouce bells. A scoff is heard from you as you notice the picture of you three right next to them. Yet again, it went unnoticed, or perhaps, ignored. In a fit of impulsivity, the photo frame crashes to the floor with a guttural scream of “I hate you!” And of course, the vase topples to the floor too. You give no fucks as to the fact it’s four in the morning, or that the neighbours will probably complain. Let them complain, you think.

Arlecchino finally comes through the door at 9am. Your face is so swollen and puffy she wonders if you’re even the same person. You hear rustling and look towards her. There, in her hands, lies a bouquet of lakelight lilies, and yet it stings more than ever before, being the second choice. But doesn’t it fit so well? Perhaps too well. You quickly look away to avoid the sixth batch of tears.

“Beautiful, aren’t they?”

A bitter laugh leaves your throat before you can even stop yourself, your gaze refusing to even glance in her direction, your voice practically a sneer.

“What, did they run out of my favourite?”

“Stop that. Please. You know I love you.”

How are you so angry, so hurt, yet your heart still beats for her? Her lips come to your forehead in a kiss, and there’s a whimper before you burst into quiet sobs again.

“You admitted you don’t. What am I to you? A friend, a lover, the way I thought we were? Or some sort of sick rebound?”

Arlecchino has a tendency to stay silent when someone is correct and she does not want to admit it. Maybe because she won’t can’t admit it to herself, maybe because she can’t see you cry anymore.

“You are a cruel woman, Peruere. You use me all these years, you pretend I am someone I am not, you ruin me, and yet I find myself choosing to wait for you to want me like a dog with a bird at the door. A stray dog chasing after any sort of attention you will give me, don’t you realise, you stupid woman? I whine for you and your affection and you choose to muzzle me and leave me at the side of the road to favour someone who died so long ago. Is that what I am to you? A mutt, waiting and ready for you to kick when you’re down?”

Your outburst is unexpected, the usually stoic and unfearing woman flinching at the sheer desperation in your words. Her lips begin to form your name, but you snarl, cutting her off.

“Call me for who you think I am. Strays and mutts cycle through names anyway, so why does it matter? Say it.”

When she doesn’t respond, your anger explodes, and you push the lilies out of her hand, trampling on them and shoving her over and over again as you demand that she calls you the name you know she’s been secretly calling you. If anyone were to push and shove her the way you’re doing, they’d be ash, a new spirit to haunt her in her dreams. Yet, she withstands it with a blank face, her eyes swirling with regret and sadness.

“Shall I bark for you, Peruere? Get on my knees and beg for you to pay attention to me? Would that make you feel better? Or shall I dye my hair red and buy a white headband, and wear that damned necklace I know you keep?”

Eventually her eyes close, and she mutters a word so quiet you almost can’t hear it over the sound of your rushing heart and your ragged breathing. Your eyes burn again, but you only wish you could burn her in her own flames until she herself becomes a spirit.

“Clervie.”

That seems to do it for you, barking out a harsh laugh that’s anything but happy. You move towards the door, sliding whatever shoes you can find on.

“Oh, my poor, mad, cursed knave. You live up to who people think you are, after all. When you’re dying in the war that will occur when your precious god gets what she wants, I hope you scream for me. I hope I’m there to watch.”

With your final words, you slam the door so hard it almost comes off of its hinges, leaving a stunned, hurt Arlecchino Peruere to clean up the mess of what she had caused, both physically and mentally, though she wonders if she ever could.

[aeroblossom]

shakes all the focallette/neuvifuri girlies

listen to me

after the whole mess in the opera epiclese and the conclusion of the archon quest, neuvillette takes solemn walks around erinnyes forest collecting flowers native to fontaine (especially lakelight lilies, of course), hoping to make a bouquet out of them. he admits he's not the best with his feelings and emotions, but he's heard that people often use flower language to convey themselves. he thinks maybe furina would understand this way.

[royalfriday]

Imagine being a mage. Living in Fountain. Having all the young boys behind you because of your beauty.

And still falling for that magician.

And that magician is also in his kneels for you. You know that.

Everyone knows that. But still you want him to do it in the classic way of Fontaine's flirting traditions.

Or that was what you always tell everyone.

Since you were from ... well... Sumeru.... Yes a mage from Sumeru in Fontaine. A dendro mage in the nation of hydro.

So you wanting to see how ge will ask you out. You knew it was stupid reason. But well you were curious.

Aahhhh you dear cousin Kaveh will have to hear about it the fact that there aren't any movements from him yet.

Kaveh.. ahh your dear older cousin that ask his mother, your auntie to find you a house to stay. Since she lives now here.

You love your family very much. That was also the reason why you didn't say anything. His mother spent so much time to give him all so he wouldn't miss anything after his father died.

But you must say that after you arrived in Fontaine you didn't expect to fall somehow in love with a "mage".

Lyney was his name. He also had a cat like twin sister named Lynette .

You found quite adorable the fact that their names was matching in you mind.

You were weird in many people opinions. More dark skin than them. But that was ok.

Well with Lyney you always leave sings that will help him ask you out....but still no move.

You don't understand. He was so flirty and extrovert to the others.

But then you get closer.

BAM

He turnes into a introvert and shy mess!

That was until today.(That was what he told himself)

You were in the bakery. You know ,for a little dessert for yourself and you notice two familiar faces.

Yes the twins, wait. Oh! they are walking to you! 😦ooooooo Wait this must be the moment you were waiting for sooooo long.

Lyney was looking prepared and Lynette must be for support and they stop inford of you table- ...wait why is Lynette walking silently away to where the sweets are?

Nevermind she must want one..

You look up . You meet his lilac cat familiar eyes. Ahhhh wjat nice eyes he shares with his sister right?

He has his hands behind his back. Wait is he holding something?

Well yes but you can't see it . It's a very huge budget of : Rainbow roses and a few Lakelight Lilys.

Awww how sweet of him.

-Well well if it isn't the most talented mage in the whole Fontaine and Sumeru then who elso????~

-heheh.. hello to you also Monsieur Lyney...did i say it right?

-!!!!

He thought he was going to have a heart attack! BUT LYNETTE WILL HELP HIM BY PUTTING HER HAND-.... Wait where is Lynette -..... Of course she is paying for the sweets!!!(Lyney's mental state right now :'&0_':?3-;3;$!$() what is he going to doo with her.

- Ooo yes ! My Lady. You say it with the most beautiful colour in your voice that i have ever-

- Please..get to the point

You could feel him going away from the topic. He always doesn that. But you wouldn't allow it this time.

And he was grateful for that.

Then he point out the budget and gives it to you.

You take het and thank him

- Also i would like to ask of you like to go out with me sometime, my lady?-

- Yes. Tomorrow here at 18:00 . Don't be late ~

Then you get up and picked his cheek

-Sorry but i can't stay longer.

Then you whisper in his ear

-See you tomorrow.. don't be late!

Then you leave.

He was atill standing there.....

With the most stupid smile.

He was already daydream. Oooo so many things to do together like kissing, hugging, or even like se-

-Well this went very well

His sister put him in reality.

-..yessss Lynette...-

Then he remembered the sweets

-LYNETTE!!!!

[vanidrabbles]

Neuvillette: [fully immersed in a new case file, listening to classical music, occasionally sipping his water glass, very focused]

Furina: [upside down on his office's couch] Do you think lakelight lilies have feelings?

[genshin-impact-updates]

"The Steambird Special Edition" Version 4.2 New Contents Display Page Now Available!

Hello, Travelers~ After the Version 4.2 update, "Erinnyes Forest" and "Morte Region" will be available in Fontaine! Check out this Special Edition of The Steambird to learn more about the special features of the new areas~

>> View "The Steambird Special Edition: About Lakelight and Foggy Forests, the Terrestrial Sea and Fathomless Tower" <<

*After the Version 4.2 update, as long as you have completed Archon Quest Prologue: Act III "Song of the Dragon and Freedom," a Teleport Waypoint will be automatically unlocked near Fontaine's Marcotte Station.

You'll also receive the Primogem reward for this Teleport Waypoint when it unlocks automatically. If you've already unlocked this Waypoint, no new Waypoints will be unlocked.

[blueandberryyy]

Kindergarten Boyfriend

Y/N's gang

childe x fem!reader

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Y/N: Recent college grad, started lakelight in college with her two besties, yoimiya and ayaka. Plays keys,  writes songs, and sometimes plays guitar too. Grew up in Snezhnaya, where she went to kindergarten. Moved to Inazuma the next year, where she met Yoimiya and Ayaka. The girls quickly grew close, and Ayaka eventually convinced Y/N and Yoimiya to learn instruments. Y/N learned piano, and the first time they performed together was in a grade school talent show. They all went to college in Fontaine together. The three of them are living together in a shared home. Hopeless romantic, and constantly requires a little drink. Also terribly clumsy.

Ayaka: Lead singer, and guitar for Lakelight. Met Yoimiya and Y/N when they were kids. Ayaka grew up pretty sheltered, so moving away to college was a bit of a shock. Biggest partier in the group, handles their alcohol the best, somehow the most responsible, and always looks presentable. She’s somewhat used to media attention due to her family’s wealth and status. Still, the most genuine, sweet person you will ever meet. Is always looking out for others, and is often the first person to notice when someone is going through something. She convinced the girls to learn to play instruments for a talent show in grade school. Also a hopeless romantic, hopes to find the one. excellent cook.

Yoimiya: Drummer for lakelight. The loud one in the friend group, bubbly, easily excitable. Fascinated by fire, explosions, fireworks. The matches at the house are all hidden so she doesn’t set the place on fire. Graduated with a major in chemistry and a minor in music production. When Ayaka convinced them all to learn instruments, Yoimiya chose the drums. After starting, she learned that they helped her get out excess energy, and actually became pretty beneficial. It may have been Ayaka’s idea to learn instruments, but it was Yoimiya’s idea to form a band in highschool. Before Clorinde became their manager, Yoimiya was usually the one finding gigs for them at random bars or parties. loves animals, random animals are always finding her.

Navia: Owner of Cafe Rosula, dating clorinde. Mom of the group. Always taste testing her new recipes on the group. Met Ayaka when she was TA’ing a culinary class Ayaka was in. After she helped Ayaka out with some assignments, Ayaka invited her to a board game night, and they’ve all been friends ever since. Started dating Clorinde in her 4th year of college. After graduation, they moved in together. Loves learning, and helping others learn, so she started monthly cooking classes at her cafe. Her door is always open, any time of day. She’s incredibly curious, some may even call her nosy. Loves to spill the tea. Always prepared for almost any scenario.

Clorinde: Manager and producer for lakelight, met Y/N, Yoimiya and Ayaka in her 3rd year of college in a music production class. They all got assigned to a group project together. After the project was over, Clorinde invited them over to play tabletop  games. Ayaka brought her friend, Navia. That night, a lifelong friendship began - and between Clorinde and Navia, romance. In their 4th year of college, they started dating. Fondly called the moms of the group. Clorinde loves board games, card games, and she even dabbles in video games. Passion for music production, and a serious business sense to follow. Secret sweet tooth fed by her girlfriend’s cafe. Has a bad case of rbf, and is on the introverted side. 

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a/n: yayayay first batch of profiles! still figuring out my upload schedule honestly. anywayyyyy 5.1 is out! anyone pulling for xilonen? i am... not a fan of her design so I'm skipping lol.

[buzzprincess1]

Bunch more oc refs! Some of this is outdated (Swanpaw and Coyotepaw are gfs, Stonepaw hates Halfpaw because Half is evil, Tigerfang is Tigerstar and her homophobia was internalized, Lakelight has a wife now, Russetfern has a husband and is mediator now)

[sourpatchslayers]

Of course as a dragon, you live for eternity. But Neuvillette never knew that his eternity with Wriothesley had ended only just as it had begun.

A statue was built in the Fortress of Meropide in remembrance of him, with new lakelight lillies everyday.

The day the duke died, the storms in Fontaine began, and for fifteen years, they never let up.

Neuvillette knew he wasn’t coming back. He had lost many friends, lovers, and family over the course of his infinite life, but he couldn’t cope with this loss.

He expected to be confronted by the people of Fontaine about the situation years ago. But it never happened.

🌊…

“Hydro dragon, hydro dragon, don’t cry!”

The thunder and lightning ceased in a second. That voice, it was all too familiar, but it wasn’t his. It was the voice of a child. (9-10y for reference)

The image of his lover was pasted onto this child, and the storms in Fontaine calmed to a mere sprinkle.

The chief justice did not believe in reincarnation, but in that moment he would believe you if you told him that Melusines lived in liyue.

The child’s name was Rio, and he was an orphan.

The ludex “adopted” this child, taking care of him as any “father” would do.

He often thought about how similar the two are, The child and the duke.

The rain in Fontaine let up after a few months, children finally happy the hydro dragon wasn’t “crying” anymore.

🐺…(4-5 years later)

“Dad, why did you adopt me?” Rio asked as he picked at his dinner. “Finish your food, then ask questions.” The dragon huffed. “But why? I’m not special!” The teenager whined. “I’ll give you this; you know that statue we visit every morning before school?” The chief justice gave in. “Yeah? What about it?” Rio called in question. “You remind me of him.” Neuvillette finished, standing up to rinse his plate. “Thats it? I remind you of him? No secret backstory or anything?” The black haired child protested, to no avail as his father was already heading to bed.

Days passed, and the pestering never ceased. The dragon had years of patience, but it had seemingly vanished within a week. “But dad-“ “Enough, Rio. We will talk after dinner.” The ludex huffed as he began to eat his food.

Soon after, the hyperactive adolescent waited for his father to start explaining.

“There was a dragon, a very lonely dragon. He had lived for hundreds of years before he found a wolf. The wolf loved to get in trouble, and the dragon had to get him out of it. They were very close, and they had a lot of fun together.” The teenager didn’t understand what this meant in relation to why he was adopted, but he listened anyway.

“One day, the dragon realized he liked the wolf, but not how you like your friends. No, he loved the wolf, and wanted to be by his side forever. He told the wolf how he felt, and the wolf loved him too. They were happy together, but they had to keep their relationship a secret. A dragon and a wolf couldn’t be together, no, that was forbidden. So they kept each other company in their own privacy. Holding hands behind their backs, sneaking off together, and spending time when no one else was around.” At this point, Rio was invested. He started to wonder how his almost expressionless father could come up with such an imaginative story.

“After a while, the dragon started to wonder what it would be like if they weren’t a secret. What would people say? Would they hate them? Would they love them? He was happy, yes, but he wanted to be more than a secret. The wolf wanted the same, but he couldn’t lose his position to the public. He cared for the dragon deeply, much more than he cared about his job, and that’s why he couldn’t be seen with him. He was afraid people would treat the dragon differently, and he knew the dragon was sensitive.”

“A few weeks go by, and the two are happy. They still are secret, but are a little less shy about their public acts. One night, they get into a fight. The wolf was talking to another wolf, and the dragon didn’t like that. He told the wolf and the wolf got mad. He said the dragon was jealous, and the dragon admitted to it. The wolf yelled at the dragon, and told him they weren’t together so he shouldn’t be jealous. The dragon felt betrayed, and ran away, but the wolf was sorry. It was too late though, the dragon was gone.”

“It had been days before the wolf found the dragon, but the dragon didn’t want to see the wolf. The dragon repeated what the wolf said and turned away, causing the wolf to feel worse. The wolf apologized and said he didn’t mean it, and asked the dragon if they could be together, for real this time. The dragon was overjoyed, he immediately said yes and hugged the wolf.” A small tear rolled out of the Ludex’ eye before he could catch it, but before the teen could see it, he wiped it away.

“A few months after they became public, the wolf had a very big job to do for his people, and had to leave for a few weeks. The dragon understood and said goodbye and wished him good luck.”

“The wolf never came back. Days, then weeks, then months, then a year before the dragon heard anything. The wolf had finished the job and was heading home when he got… uhh…. shot by hunters. The dragon was devastated. He didn’t believe it at first, then he was furious. At the hunters and the wolf. He promised to make it home safe, so why had he gone and died? The dragon found and killed the hunters out of rage. Then the dragon was sad, so sad that the place where he lived was affected by his depression.”

“It rained so hard it could crack a wine glass, and the dragon didn’t care. The world would pay for its mistake. Years went by, and the dragon stopped feeling. Love, pain, sadness. The storms raged on but the dragon didn’t mind. The dragon couldn’t live anymore, he just survived.”

“Then one day, one of the few when he would go on walks to watch the storm, the dragon found a puppy. And when he saw that puppy, the storms relaxed into a soft rain. The puppy looked just like the wolf, sounded like him, smelt like him, just younger. Of course he knew it wasn’t the wolf, but he didn’t care. The puppy didn’t have any parents or friends, so he took him in.”

“As the puppy got older, the dragon realized how similar he was to the wolf. The dragon almost cried tears of joy the first time the puppy called him dad, but how could he cry when he couldn’t even feel? The dragon knew he couldn’t replace the wolf because that was his lover, but the puppy was his child.”

Neuvillette sat up from his slouched posture on the couch to watch his son’s reaction, only to find a tear streaked awe-struck face in return. “What is the matter?” The chief justice asked the teen. “You’re the dragon, and Wriothesley is the wolf, isn’t he? And I’m the puppy?” He hugged out before another waterfall of tears fell down his face. “How’d you know?” The Ludex smiled. (somewhat) “Dad you don’t try very hard to hide the fact that you are most definitely the ‘hydro dragon’ of Fontaine. And Wriothesley looks like a wolf, doesn’t he? Do I look like a wolf? No, I look like a dog, and young dogs are puppies!…..” The dragon watched his son lovingly ramble about anything and everything, hoping that his wolf could see him too.

authors note-

A lil short story I thunk up while looking at fanarts! 😋 angst. Story.

(I’m deeply obsessed with this ship to the point where it devours my every waking thought.)