#the people of Fontaine are very aware of their archon being the lady from the opera house but both of them are more or less celebrities

[starpros-sunshine]

I dont play genshin anymore so idk as much as i used to But would wataru be a furina main...

I WAS LITERALLY JUST TALKING ABOUT THIS YOU DON'T EVEN KNOWWWWW

I still think he'd be a Venti main because that just. It just Feels Right to me but he'd have Furina on his team

When she joins your party she does a little Wataru pose and when you change her from pneuma to ousia she's also super dramatic about it and life is a stage soooo many of her voicelines are about the opera and stage directions get mentioned and she's so Sooooo much to me

Look at her go and her strike animation are also so good in one of them she dramatically puts her hand on her forehead and feigns hurt and it's just. It's so fun she's so fun (and then there's all the angst but pssst)

[kaiser-author-san-iii]

Star Light, Star Bright | Fatui Harbingers x (Fem) Creator!Reader

A/N: okay okay. I'm very sorry for this overdue chapter. I've been busy farming for primogems and playing Stardew Valley. I have joined many other fandoms, especially with the release of the Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse movie, and have been collecting the comics. Sue me /j. I have a lot of stories that need updating haha. But anyway, thank you so much for the support you guys have given me. It's fantastic! I'll be sure to continue with the updates whenever possible! Any questions, please DM. Any suggestions, DM me!

Summary: Caring for children is hard, but it's especially harder when around the Fatui. Getting isekaied was the last thing on your mind after landing in the icy tundra of Snezhnaya all while your nephew is with you. What will happen when you encounter not only the Fatui Skirmishers but the Fatui Harbingers?

Tags/Warnings: female reader, Creator!reader, Cult Au, contains spoilers of the Archon Quests and World Quests (read at your own risk)

Not edited or beta read, we die like Signora

Chapter 3 | To Be Aware and Be Prepared

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MASTERLIST

OPERA EPICLESE, FONTAINE

It had started as a normal day. As normal as it could possibly get with the centrism of Lady Furina and the citizens of Fontaine. There was a pause before it then burst. At first, it was seemingly unnoticeable, but then the forests and the landscape became livelier. It seemed brighter and adventurers saw a decrease in Hilichurls, and slimes, and even the Abyss Order stopped whatever they were doing to... dance? It was certainly a strange sight, but at least there was less activity where civilians were being harmed. In fact, this was being seen all around Teyvat thanks to the Adventure's Guild insight and informing each nation's current ruling governments and Archons.

The archons themselves felt a different presence. A presence they have felt once upon a time ago. The same could be said with a certain Court Judge of Fontaine, a certain fellow dressed in blue, his long platinum blond hair and stoic expressions, he definitely felt a power he thought wouldn't be seen again in all of Fontaine.

A being almost as old as Teyvat themselves, but nowhere as powerful as the one that gave them life.

Before he could even make a decision as tremendous as the one all nations must follow, he needed more information.

He needed to send out anyone to locate their Beloved Creator.

Neuvilette felt to go himself and search for Them, but he had his duties. He simply couldn't abandon them. He is a powerful figure in Fontaine and everyone would be suspicious of his actions if he were to leave his office. They would be asking questions.

No.

This needed to be done in an orderly fashion.

If they were indeed in Teyvat, they would appreciate a calm and happy welcome instead of chaotic and frantic for their faithful followers.

Himself included as he needed to prove he, and Fontaine, would welcome Them with open hearts.

The Divine Creator... has finally descended onto Teyvat once again.

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LIYUE HARBOR, LIYUE

The trembling of the mountains. The color in front of him wherever he faced. The weather the past few days was beautiful and the people, especially merchants who traveled through treacherous waters to make it to Liyue were grateful for calm waters.

But he knew of the reason why everything seemed so... calm, so perfect as if Teyvat themselves was behaving its absolute best. Especially with word from other nations that the monsters and even the Abyss Order had ceased their attacks on villages and cities. They had seen these beings celebrate nonstop and were quite stumped about what was happening. But the former Geo Archon knew all too well...

Zhongli, better known as Morax or Rex Lapis, had felt it within the very rocks around him. As a devout believer and follower of the Divine Creator, he was quite familiar with the power and aura They possessed.

It's said that the Sovereign Dragons were the very first to proclaim their loyalty to the Divine Creator and when their time of rule ended, the Archons and Gods followed in their footsteps. As an Adepti in the form of a great Dragon, or Exuvia, he would be loyal to his beloved Creator, a form he greatly prided in thanks to the words of the Divine Creator many centuries ago.

But now they were here.

They have descended at long last like they promised.

His many years of patience and loyalty were finally being rewarded with the very presence of They themselves.

Zhongli, the devout follower he is, must find them. Were they alright? Yes, they were an all-powerful being, but recalling correctly, even the mighty have weaknesses and with the importance of the Divine Creator, there's always a danger no matter how beloved you are. He had to go himself to find him.

No.

He could ask the other Adepti to relentlessly search through all of Liyue, to leave no rock unturned and locate where their Grace may be.

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ZAPOLYARNY PALACE, SNEZHNAYA

The days have gotten warmer and brighter in Snezhnaya.

What with the presence of the Divine Creator that is. It was all that the Fatui and even the citizens of Snezhnaya were talking about. There was nonstop activity in the palace as everyone scrambled to perfect it all for the Divine Creator.

You.

Though it wasn't as overwhelming since your nephew was right beside you, who happily took everything with stride and awe.

He even became attached to the very people that he spoke with on the first day here. And there was no way to separate them or to even have the heart to tell him not to speak with them since he took after his parents and family. Stubborn little nugget.

He especially favored Childe and Scaramouche. He was quite heartbroken when he left and never came back. But, he has been receiving gifts 'anonymously' once in a while.

Meanwhile, you spoke more with the rest to know more about this world. They all unanimously agreed that the mortal body you and your nephew both have currently is due to the fact of the long absence from Teyvat you had. Since your nephew hasn't set foot in Teyvat until now, it might take him longer to adjust to his birthright powers and titles. But he was nonetheless Heir of Teyvat.

The Little Prince.

"They're working really hard, aren't they?" His voice echoed in the halls as you and him were on their way to play outside yet again. He was still a child and with no video games around, it was good for him to be active. Childe once made comment about how strong he was and what a potential warrior your nephew could be with proper training. However, you had the last say and it was not yet time to think about that.

Snezhnaya is still a cold nation so even with Teyvat making it slightly less cold, you and your nephew had to bundle up. This is where Pantalone's gifts came in handy. While you were still bedridden due to your injuries, he called in all the tailors of Teyvat to create a wardrobe fit for you and your nephew: The Divine Creator and the Heir of Teyvat.

It was a sight to behold all the boxes and bags that arrived at the palace - clothing made from rare beasts and cloth. All for you and your nephew.

"If there's one thing you don't question about other people, Nugget. It's their beliefs. It has a certain power that a lot of people have yet to understand." You commented, stopping to adjust his personal Harbinger Coat. It was one of the few items Pantalone commissioned - with the Heir of Teyvat present, might as well commission a child-sized Harbinger Coat.

"I think Mister Pierro and Mister Pulcinella said something about that. I don't know... it's not our birthdays though. We're just people, aren't we?"

"I'm not certain either. We're a long way from home and it might be a while before we can go back. But don't worry, we're together and that's all that matters. All we have to do is-"

"Go with the flow?"

"Ah. I taught you so well." You laughed, quickly moving to playfully pinch his cheeks before resuming your brief walk outside. Everyone else had their duties and you didn't want to disturb them. They all seemed to be important in the political and military worlds.

That was something that kinda threw you off. Something like this world seemed like in the past. Like maybe 1800's innovative past since there were snipers and even giant mechanical machines that can move on their own or by being piloted. It was definitely fantasy - like a dream.

But even in a fantasy world, with aspects aimed at child entertainment, there is danger. Arlecchino and Columbina were telling you all about it with a brief history lesson and a bit of current information about Teyvat today. It was definitely something to think about if you plan to travel Teyvat with or without the Harbingers, especially with your nephew.

"Your Grace. What a pleasant surprise." The voice was ahead and looking up, you could see the masked man, the Doctor. Dottore was the one who ended up healing you from your injuries from the accident. They never did find the person responsible for your accident. Though they never will.

The healing process went smoothly and tended to you alongside your nephew.

"My nephew wanted to play outside again. He saw everyone was occupied and didn't wish to intrude so we thought we could walk for a bit."

"The Heir has no worries. If he or your Grace has a request, we're bound to stop and fulfill your wishes."

Your nephew didn't need to be told twice and quickly marched his way over to the blue-haired man, took his hand, and started walking to the exit to face another cold day.

"Doctor, please play with Auntie and I."

Dottore was quite the character. The others filled you in on what they have done and their opinions of each other. Dottore was the one with the most negative background but no one could deny the intelligence or genius in his mind. But to think this wasn't even his true form. The man was quite the genius that he made a number of clones of himself of each stage of his life. As a scientist, as a pursuer of knowledge, even the kind that's better left alone, he thirsted for it.

"Of course, Your Highness. Your Grace, would it be troubling to accompany you two?"

He also performed...some experiments that in this world were unethical, from what you heard. But...they weren't the worst. No, there was definitely worse. You weren't justifying what he had done, you weren't one to stand on a higher moral ground than anyone else, you at least attempted to understand why. That is exactly what you concluded when you decided to speak and interact with Dottore.

"Not at all. My nephew has grown attached to you and the others."

The walk outside didn't take long. It was short and slow to appreciate the snowfall and the area around. Various Cryo Crystalflies quickly flew their way to your nephew and he gave chase all while a variety of animals appeared and decided to play with the Heir. Teyvat knew the little Prince's love for animals. You made sure he didn't stray too far, your eyes never leaving his form while Dottore kept the same pace as you, taking a few glimpses at you every now and then. There was a small silence - but it was comfortable.

"Why?" You broke the silence and Dottore turned his head, his mask hiding any expression he could have made.

"Pardon?"

"The Fatui. Why was it formed? I want the truth." Your eyes still focused on your nephew who danced along with the Crystalflies, laughing and happily throwing snow in the air before then falling and making snow angels.

Your reason for asking is with who you two have been identified as, and with a seemingly unknown way of going back home, you two will probably be dragged into this world's politics. Before you get involved, you have to see what it is all about. Would it be worth it? Are you currently with evil people? Misunderstood people? What is their goal?

Would it be dangerous to involve your nephew?

"There is quite a lot that a mere moment is not enough to disclose the Tsaristas and our organization's goal."

"Then I shall listen. I hear talk and before I pass 'judgment', I want to understand. I hear talk of other gods, but the mere mention of them besides the Tsarista, it's with contempt."

Dottore, like many of his colleagues and subordinates, has heard the stories, the creation of Teyvat that was retold by the very dragons they created and had them oversee Teyvat. And then Celestia arrived. They had become power-hungry, drunk from the love and attention the Divine Creator gave to them before. When the creator left, Celestia took over and everything changed. Teyvat became different, peace wasn't an option.

Wars started, innocents perished...

Nations demolished.

"The Tsarista fell in love with the idea of how Teyvat was before you left. A Teyvat where all lived in peace. Then Celestia came. Thousands of years ago, they proclaimed that seven gods would be chosen to rule over one of the seven nations. From the thousands of Gods that fought, along with mortals who fought to survive another day, Seven were indeed chosen to represent their following element. But even for Celestia that was not enough. Your Grace was fond of a nation, Khan'ri'ah. Khan'ri'ah was a nation that ruled without the intervention of a God, an Archon. So.. one day, Celestia proclaimed Khan'ri'ah to be sinners, a nation that went against the Divine Creator and was thus destroyed. The Tsarista understood, her eyes opened to what was being done, and isolated herself, to find people who shared her opinions on Celestia and the Divine besides you, Your Grace."

That was just a brief summary that you recreated after your talk with Dottore. He was quite honest and with a few words, you were able to piece together everything. And to think he was kicked out of the Akademiya because of his practices and the murder of a fellow scholar.

This was clearly a case of the black-white-gray morality.

Things aren't always what they seem.

"Several weeks ago, I thought I was human. A mortal who lived a mundane life who loves her nephew like her own. I'm here and I'm told I'm the God that created your world, but I somehow have no recollection of it."

The walk continued as your nephew seemed to head further away from you and Dottore. Dottore was listening. He knew you weren't done talking and he couldn't wait to hear. Would he hear criticism of the divine from the very being who created it in the first place? What kind of wisdom would she bestow that may rival the God of Wisdom herself.

"Pierro and the Tsarista mentioned that my memories of such events and my divinity would come back to me slowly. Especially for my nephew. He's still young, curious but young."

"Your Grace, you need not fear. The Fatui, us, the Harbingers, will be by your side for we and The Tsarista are loyal to no other than you and the Heir."

"But what if I am not who you think I am?" You asked, looking down at your arms, remembering the injuries and the blood that oozed. You remembered the color and thought it wasn't proof enough, but the gold blood was there. You even requested to see the bloodied gauze that had a clear gold color. The sparkle it held, the amount of power that it had.

"Highly unlikely. Every man, woman, and child knows firsthand that the Divine Creator's blood is unlike any living being in Teyvat. Eyewitnesses from your first time here have written quite a bit of information of you. There is no mistake. The Tsarista would have been the first to know."

"Auntie! Doctor! Look!" Your nephew shouted and quickly ran to you, the heavy atmosphere dissipating as your nephew smiled, his hands cupped to hide what it was that he was bound to show you two. Slowly, he opened his hands and a small light blue glow appeared and in the blink of an eye, a small Cryo Crystalfly appeared and took flight, joining the other Cryo crystalflies that surrounded the three.

Creation of new life.

A power only found in the Divine.

What kind of world did she find herself in?

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[amyriadofleaves]

outside it starts to pour — neuvillette | chapter two

synopsis: in the limelight of fontaine, the prying eyes of its people never truly tears their gaze off the iudex and you, the présidence du conseil d'état, which makes for baseless rumours to fester and echo throughout the theatrics of opera. you and neuvillette are challenged by the reputations the both of you are expected to uphold, and the weighty decision to navigate these intricacies rests upon the discerning judgement of fontaine's archon.

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Lady Furina is late, as per usual.

Her habitual tardiness plays out once again, drawing collective sighs from both you and the Iudex. He, unable to conceal his impatience, casts glances at his watch. Its hands, now stubbornly fixed at half past one, only amplified the unease in the room.  Her anticipated arrival, fifteen minutes overdue, transforms the hostility into an awkward spectacle of fidgeting and exchanged glances.

Tapping your feet on the carpeted floor, you begin to grow tired of her antics, a light leer creeping across your face. It beggars belief at how Fontaine’s archon lacked haste and awareness at the same time. 

Your palm slides down your face in exasperation as another groan leaves your lips. “We ought to wait for her all day at this rate.” Exhaustion tires you to a point where you don’t mind talking to the man you are still angry with, and when you realise this, it is already too late to revoke your words.

His face alters into an expression of utter surprise at your snide remark. “I am certain she will be here soon. There is no need to be pessimistic, madame.”

Almost as if summoned, the doors open with a grande flair you couldn’t mistake for anyone but Lady Furina herself. 

“Speak of the devil…” you mumble under your breath, already irritated upon seeing her irritating grin, one of nonchalance and apathy.

Neuvillette stands from his seat out of courtesy, you following suit with a light curtsy. The Hydro Archon eyes the two of you (more like one; her eyes stay locked on Neuvillette — disregarding you entirely) to which she lets out a shriek. “Dear me, where has your coat gone, Chief Justice? This is not good for your reputation! This is the Palais Mermonia! Not an orphanage.”

“I don’t recall there ever being a dress code… Lady Furina,” With crossed arms, his gaze shoots through her, both their expressions dimming (hers to fear and his into what seemed to be exasperation). “And might there be a reason for your lack of punctuality? You are late,” he says, rather flatly — but oh, if looks could kill. 

The ruffles of her skirt miraculously flow in the still air as she spreads her hands wide in declaration. “Why, aren’t you a bold one to question how I spend my time? I am Furina, the Hydro Archon, Focalors! I know what is best!”

At her proclamation, Neuvillette shuts his eyes, almost all-too-familiar with her antics. “Lady Furina, I urge you to focus on the urgent matter at hand. Here — this is the communique issued from a faction that concerns everyone present in my office at this very moment.”

Upon being presented the report, her jaw slacks (for what, exactly, you are unsure) and she turns to face you, almost in disbelief. At being subject to her gaze, you can’t help but give her a perplexed look in return. “Th…this is our new head of civil affairs? What happened to that ha — I mean the old man that we had? The new hire looks a little… rough around the edges if I do say so myself!”

You cross your arms in contempt.“I recommend you talk without me in earshot if you are to speak of me in such a manner, Lady Furina. If you truly doubt my abilities, I hope you see to it that Neuvillette hand picked me out of a pool of… lesser capable candidates.”

“And she bites!” She turns to the Iudex in concern, her free hand pointing your way. “How have you found someone with such audacity is a question looming over my very head! — or hat…”

“Lady Furina, allow me to apprise you that she is not just any ordinary individual; she has diligently served in my stead during my absence for reasons of which you are aware.”

“I’m afraid I do not recall,” she admits plainly.

A playful smirk fights to play on your lips. “Are you certain you do not remember me? Acting Chief Justice, the new fighting force of Fontaine’s judicial system,” Furina’s eyes dart around the room, discomfort showing from the gradual slowing of exaggerated movements. How you’d kill for such a spectacle to be broadcasted on the front pages of The Steambird. 

“No? Let me jog your memory. You and the actual Iudex decide to play house and leave office. I… the most qualified lawyer in Fontaine, take the role of…” Your gloved hands motion for her to complete the phrase, and in the tension that hangs in the air, Neuvillette scrunches his face in distaste at where this conversation is headed.

Furina shoots a finger in the air. “Ah! Yes! You were Acting Chief Justice! I do remember you — I apologise, your face isn’t all that recognisable. Haha…” and your face is insufferable, you thought.

The man beside you clears his throat. “We have diverted from the original topic of this meeting. Please, Lady Furina. Do take a look at it — your input is greatly appreciated.” 

She lets out a yawn. “Yes, yes. Now stop pressuring me.”

Shakily, you let out a sigh, fighting the urge to have your fist connect with her cheek to hear the satisfying crack of bone. Compose yourself, you thought with patience running thin. Though you had only seen her up in the nosebleeds in the Opera Epiclese (besides a few appearances up close when you were a lawyer), it was all you really needed to know of her knack for drama. You decide you would not entertain her. “Lady Furina, I’m afraid you fail to recognise the gravity of this situation. Fifty people have died in Poisson. You are their — our — archon, and negligence to act will only give reason for every faction under the sun to put pressure on us. Hell, you’ve made it to the gossip columns!” 

Gripping on the armrest for leverage, you conclude that the only way to influence the woman in front of you is to prove a point; but as you stand, Neuvillette holds out a hand to prevent you from doing so. You can only shoot him a glare.

“Fifty people? Dead? Oh n— I… I know what I am doing! You mortals just…just lack the proficiency to comprehend my acts of divinity! Yes! That’s it.”

You quirk a brow. It looked as if it is more an act to convince herself of her own godhood than anything else — and you feel as though the Iudex is just as bewildered as you are. Assuming his familiarity with her drabbles, he is cordial enough to drop the subject of commenting on it entirely.

At the beat of silence, she lets out an awkward laugh. “Why of course, of course. Do not fret, you two, I have this all under control,” She brings her hands together in celebration of whatever perception of herself she had dancing around in her head. Whether what she claims is pure drab or sincerity, you do not care. Your impression of Lady Furina has already painted an excruciating picture of your future dealings with her.

“I am very sure you do, Lady Furina,” you seethe. A puckish expression spreads across her face, and you assume it is to spite you in all her ‘divine’ glory.

Gracing you and Neuvillette with a painfully royal yet undignified wave, she grins. “I'll see myself out then! Toodloo…” And before any of you are given the chance to speak, she is out as swiftly as she arrived, the sickly scent of her perfume lingering in the strained air.

You let out a deep exhale you never realised you were holding up until the moment of her departure. 

You turn to the man beside you. “Do you have alcohol?”

This earns a stunned look from the Iudex. “I am afraid not.”

“I don’t suppose you have anything that holds the same quality of alcohol, do you?”

“Regrettably, I do not,” he repeats again, “but I do have water sourced from Qingce Village if that is of any aid.”

You shrug. “Whatever works.”

Downing the water with great fervour, you find that you are a lot more… lucid than you were a few minutes before. 

“That woman reeks of vanity,” you sigh, standing from your seat in an attempt to clear your head.

“I understand that her demeanour may come off as overbearing, but I assure you that there is more than meets the eye whenever anything pertains to her.”

“And is that good or bad?”

“It is both her strength and weakness, Madame. Agree to disagree, everyone possesses idiosyncrasies.”

“Ever the impartial judge, huh,” you huff, cringing at the words flowing out of your mouth with no restraint. Lowering your gaze, you are surprised to see his eyes boring into yours with an expression you aren’t able to discern. You seek to feigning interest at the chandeliers that you, with all honesty, find rather bland for something of the Iudex’s stature.

The Chief Justice does not seem to notice what you are doing — and instead, tears his gaze off of yours, sets some papers aside, and places them on top of a stack of legal codices.“Well, madame, that is just the nature of my job,” he says with a wry smile. “Oh, and, I… suppose I’ve never truly thanked you in person for taking my place in my absence, and I’d like to say that I am grateful for your service. I understand the burden of such a position.” 

“You underestimate me greatly— it is nothing you need thank me for, Chief Justice. I only did it for the nation. I do not need recognition,” you pause, reaching for your satchel. “And I presume that I should return your coat, to avoid partiality,” You present it to him with a rigidness that only came with the oddity of it all.

He waves you off. “There shall be no need. I am having another one tailored.”

“I do not want debts I cannot repay.” You retort sharply, with all the courage you muster.

“Since there isn’t any use insisting for you to keep it, I will accept.” 

“And I will see myself out.” You pat whatever stray strands of thread that clung to the silk of your dress, and lament the thought of how this is, really, the only dress that flatters you. You nearly grin at the thought of your next paycheque; how exciting!

Neuvillette stands from his seat and bows his head.

Closing the door to his office, you shut your eyes to compose yourself. An understatement it is, to say that you are just exhausted; you need every commodity that graces Fontaine. A manicure would do — or maybe a new hairdo? — or maybe you are long overdue for a vacation; you always wondered whether the soothing onsens of Inazuma were as good as people made it seem. 

The faster I leave the palais, the faster it will be for me to take a good shower. And you do just that. Well, attempt to, at least.

It is just after you exit the palais when the stillness is broken by a soft patter of footsteps approaching from behind, barely audible in the hush surroundings. An unwanted feeling of smugness takes control of your senses; there is only one person it could be, and you wonder what matter deems itself so important a brief detour from one’s never-ending cascade of duties is needed.

A gloved hand ghosts over your arm, and it doesn’t even take you a full turn of your head to recognise the familiar silver strands of hair that dance in the moonlight. You blink. Your prediction rings true, and you brace yourself for the impending exchange.

Though it is dark and your eyesight is anything but clear, you do not fail to recognise the apprehensive look he dons when he notices you pulling away from him.

“What’s the matter?” you question plainly.

“‘I’m—” His voice trails off. Staring blankly at him in expectancy, he falters.

“I just wanted to express my gratitude. It has been a pleasure working with you, madame,” he states softly, the opulent blue of his eyes showing brightly against the backdrop of the sky. Your breath catches. You pray the lighting saves you from embarrassment.

You intently stare back at him. “I don’t understand the necessity to state what has been stated, monsieur,” You take a step back, and find you are able to breathe again. “You are the Chief Justice of Fontaine, and I suspect you are aware that any association with me — or anyone that is not Lady Furina for that matter outside these walls — will compromise the public's perception of your impartiality. Forgive me for being brusque.”

His lips purse, set stiffly into a fine line. “Of course, madame.” 

You only nod.

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“Kiara, Liath, I am afraid I have to decline. There are pressing matters I need to attend to.”

The Melusines are visibly dejected by this rejection, and aptly, do not accept this response. Kiara speaks first: “But Monsieur Neuvillette! You cannot be presenting yourself to the public in such a manner — take a look at your hair! It is unruly and tangled at the ends!” She waddles to Neuvillette’s side of the table and holds the ends of his hair in her palms, extending her arm out so he is obliged to acknowledge her concern. “Look at these strands, they are splitting.”

The second Melusine speaks next: “If you do not have much time, we can just redo your hairdo and work what we’ve got,” she says, earning a satisfied nod from Kiara. “Haircare is a subject for another time.”

The Iudex seems to consider this for a moment, fist on his chin in thought. “A few minutes of leisure couldn't hurt anyone now, could it?” He regards the excitement plastered on the faces of the two Melusines, and with great difficulty, finds that he cannot deny their pleas.

“Alright then, I give you my consent,” he says firmly, but the smile creeping in betrays his every move. “But make it fast!”

The two of them gesture for him to stand, but he does not understand if it means he should sit on the floor or stand for the comfort of the two of them. Liath stifles a giggle as Kiara exaggerates her movements to convey a clearer message, and Neuvillette chuckles as he stands, turning around.

He sees Liath’s head peek from under his arm. “So what will it be today, Monsieur Neuvillette? A braid?”

“Well,” he jests, “if it is what flatters me, then I don’t see why there should be any objections.”

Soundlessly, they begin to make short work of his hair. Though there are times where a knot gets caught and a strand stretches taut, he sacrifices a grimace if only it means that he can see the pair behind him happy. If anyone were to take a peek at the Chief Justice’s office from afar, they would see two Melusines in a silly dance with curtains of hair in the grip of their palms, giggling in all their silliness.

The gentle morning sun graces his features as he looks out the window, and he shuts his eyes in contentment. He indulges in the warmth that settles over his skin, the very warmth that dots his freckles with a sun kissed gleam seldom seen by all; and he, too, is blissfully unaware of how unbearable it is for a lover like those from light novels to resist the temptation of tracing them: a likeness of a constellation behind a backdrop of midnight.

Before the knot on the braid is tied, their laughter is interrupted by the incessant banging on the door of the office. 

The Iudex’s slight smile droops. 

He turns slowly, careful to not ruin the braid and most importantly, the efforts of the pair that stood at knee height. The smile that disappeared returns when he sees Kiara signal for Liath to ‘shushhh!’, hands still holding tightly onto Neuvillette’s hair.

“I will attend to you soon,” he bellows. “Please, wait a moment.”

A familiar, grating voice sounds from the other end. “The audacity of you to deny the requests of your archon! I demand an explanation at once!”

At the recognition, this elicits a low groan from the Iudex. “I am occupied concurrently, Lady Furina. I implore you to have some patience.”

“And who are you to give me orders?” The door opens with great force, and he feels the braid in his hair begin to loosen. Looking around, he sees a few dashes of azure blue showing through the couch on his left; so they’ve decided to hide , he thinks, but the thought vanishes when the opening of the door widens, and he is oh, so blessed to find the ever revered archon with a crumpled tabloid in hand.

–——

Sucking in a sharp breath before pushing through the doors of the palais, you convince yourself that maybe Furina would loosen up to you — or maybe you’d just grow to tolerate her; but the thought of getting involved in any affairs with the two absolute roots of Fontaine’s laws for longer than you can imagine has you almost reeling. The image of what occurred last night leaves a bitter taste on your tongue; if only he wasn’t so — 

You push the thought aside, forcing a grin to keep up appearances. 

It isn’t long before you sense the oddly tense silence that suffocates Palais Mermonia, and it isn’t long before you fall victim of it, too. Everyone is robotically still, and you automatically conclude that they are judging your unruliness — but you come to the realisation that none are looking at you, per se, but instead intently listening to the quarrel that has permeated the Chief Justice’s office.

Though, the click of your heel has everyone’s head snapping to yours, and now find that they are, indeed, judging you — but for what exactly, you cannot discern. They fall into hushed whispers and what you swear are sour looks.

You retrace your steps. Nothing. What could you possibly have done to have everyone looking at you in such a manner? An instinct kicks in; you need to get away.

“Psssst!” a voice calls out from the end of the hallway. You let out a breath of relief. 

You quicken your pace, afraid that if you walk any slower, the grips of whatever force is out to get you will have you in their grasp, and the possibility of you being trodden over by the world might have you plead guilty and sentenced for life in the Fortress of Meropide. You shudder at the thought.

Sedene looks oddly pressed. 

“What is going on?” You question a little breathlessly.

She points to Monsieur Neuvillette’s office, and you instinctively advance closer to the door that was left ajar. The Melusine grabs your attention by tugging at your blouse, and promptly, flails her hands around as if to say: ‘don’t make a sound!’.

Her voice drops to a whisper. “Monsieur Neuvillette and Lady Furina… they seemed to have gotten into a dispute!”

You press your ear to the wood, and aren’t able to make out much except a few sharp profanities to which you aren’t familiar with. The door widens a little, and you catch sight of something in the hand of the Hydro Archon.

Is she… holding something? It surely isn’t the report from earlier, for it had been splattered across the ground at her little outburst. 

“The Présidence du Conseil d'État, she…”

Your interest piques at the mention of your title; what exactly could they be talking about? You shut your eyes to focus better.

“—This brings scandal to us! Do you not unders…”

“...You cannot possibly be considering this way of…

“That brat is involved. That brat! The Présidence d…”

Your eyes widen a fraction. Did she just call you a brat…? 

Sedene drags you back to reality by shoving a roll of paper in your hand. “Please, you must read the front page. ” You chuckle at this; why would she be so adamant to give you this now out of all times?—

Oh. 

Oh no.

Your jaw drops at the headline. 

SCANDAL UNFOLDING: THE CHIEF JUSTICE AND PRÉSIDENCE DU CONSEIL D'ÊTAT SPOTTED TOGETHER – 

A ROMANCE BLOSSOMING AT THE HEART OF FONTAINE'S SYSTEM!

That’s what Lady Furina was holding.

The adrenaline that rushes through you does not give you time to think. Giving Sedene a brief glance, you push the door. The Melusine grabs your hand. 

“No, no, no, madame! You mustn't—!”

Gently sliding away from her grip, you retort: “Yes, I must.” The look on the Melusine’s face is a perplexed one, and you choose to soften your tone at the guilt. “This matter pertains to me and I deserve to know why.”

Sedene nods, and promptly, moves out of your way. You barge through the doors of the man’s office. They do not seem to notice, too involved in their own quarrel to know to acknowledge that the doors are wide open.

You breathe in sharply. “Stop this at once.” Their attention is diverted almost immediately at your tone. 

“Look at her, Neuvillette! She is brash and rude and oh, so unladylike. Is this the woman you have entangled yourself with? Ugh, why won’t you answer me?”

Neuvillette groans. “I have clarified this one too many times. Lady Furina, these ‘romantic’ dealings have been misinterpreted by the public. You, the Hydro Archon, should be most aware of their foibles.”

She then aggressively points to the photo printed in monochrome — the photo of you pressed against his chest. You wince in anger, restraining yourself from ripping the paper from her hands.

“I have believed you countless times, Chief Justice. But this, I cannot accept.” She has her hands on her hips, a smug smile that you believe to be fake making its way onto her features. She shifts her gaze to you, and grins. “You said I was making it to the gossip columns, which means I need something to divert the attention from myself. And you… have just set yourself up for my redemption.”

Her eyes narrow with cunning. Something stirs in the pit of your stomach and you wish you never hear the curse that spills from her lips.

“I, the Hydro Archon, Focalors, hereby declare that you, the Présidence du Conseil d'État, are to be married to the Chief Justice of Fontaine.”

The room falls silent in collective disbelief.

Neuvillette is as bemused as you are. “I— Lady Furina, you cannot be serious.”

“Oh but except I am,” she declares.

She laughs cruelly at your stricken expression. “Aww… tongue-tied now, are we?” 

You jab a finger at her chest. “You conniving bitch—” 

She tuts, swatting your hand away with pitiful force. “Oh and now you’re acting ungrateful. I, Focalors, am buying time so I can save the people of Fontaine. Is that not what you wanted?” She chuckles into her palm, bending over at the sheer intensity of her delirium.

“Y—You’re just doing this to get back at me.” Your mind is a flurry of anger, confusion and everything that lies in between.

“And who told you that? I am just! I am the God of Justice — so why bite the hand that feeds you?”

“And what, exactly,” you snap, “have you done for the people of Fontaine? Oh, my mistake — your people!”

At your remark, she goes silent.

The Chief Justice steps forward, eyes slate. “Lady Furina, I implore you to retract your words at once.”

Furina perks up at this. “That I will not. The request still stands, Chief Justice.”

You contemplate your life within the fortress if you were to decline the offer, entertaining the notion that perhaps, you would be content with genuine, fervent romance. The Duke had always appeared charming to you, and you consider this for a single, lurching moment.

“And what if I am to refuse? Will you send me into exile? Banish me and leave Fontaine in disarray, all because of your foolishness?” You catch Neuvillette’s head snapping to yours in horror. 

She sputters in pure, unadulterated laughter. “I admire your courage! But your boldness can only take you so far, Présidence du Conseil d'État. You seem to forget the first clause that is printed on every copy of the legal codices that shape Fontaine. How, very telling of your inexperience.”

For this, she is wrong — because you do remember; and you recall it with great heaviness. 

The edict of the Hydro Archon takes precedence above all; any sign of rebellion shall subject the transgressor to severe punishment. 

Your expression falls. 

Furina pouts —and you nearly reach for the musket at your hip to plant a bullet through her skull. “Now, don’t give me that long face. I understand that you are pragmatic and mature enough to suck it up and take my command like a true head of Fontaine’s civil affairs. Live up to your predecessor!” She gives you a rough nudge on your shoulder and turns to leave.

The Iudex takes an empathetic look at you and shifts his gaze to the woman whose back is turned.“I repeat myself one more time, Lady Furina. Please, revoke your request.”

“Since you’re so adamant, I will make one exception: you may delay the wedding for a month — but maintain courtship up until you two are wed.” She turns her head, but her feet remain rooted on the floor. “Sounds good? ‘Cause it sounds like an absolute opera waiting to burst at the seams! Isn’t it just so refreshing to see people play actors for the first time in their lives? Oh I’m just so elated!”

She flashes a toothy grin, and exits stage left. 

The tension that hangs in the air has you and Neuvillette up in knots.

There is a shuffling that comes from behind one of the couches, but you are too lost and confused to acknowledge it.

Put the blame on your daze, but it is only now that you begin to regard the Chief Justice’s appearance. His tousled hair, with a braid coming undone and a bow haphazardly clipped in, almost brings a smile to your face as you realise that with the unruliness brings out a type of boyish manner from him. Closing your eyes in disbelief, the realisation sinks in—you cannot be marrying this man.

“I will find a way to reverse her words, madame. You have my word.” You note the brewing desperation in the very base of his voice. 

You conclude that there is no other way than to acquiesce to her wants; for it is pointless to counter her absurdity. It is difficult to argue with a difficult person, but it becomes nigh impossible to argue with someone who firmly believes they are right.

In the heat of it all, you are too disoriented to notice the heads of two Melusines peeking out from behind a couch. This comes as a surprise, however, for uniform blue could make anyone stick out like a sore thumb. 

“You do not have to act like you care for me, Monsieur Neuvillette. You are only saying this because you feel as if it is necessary. Nothing more, nothing less.”

Neuvillette tries reaching for you again, but this time, you are quick to pull away. “Your reputation precedes you, monsieur. I hold you in that regard.”

a/n : bro icl I just love neuvillette like im sry for doing him dirty its for the plot but hes j so scrumptious he makes me soaejjakehfebdk like I just wanna gnaw his cheeks so violently the world falls apart

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[ereana]

Neuvifuri - Wait a minute…are you jealous?

The Court of Fontaine was a very cosmopolitan city. The Steambird employed reporters from across all of the seven nations, tourists could frequently be found wandering the streets in awe of the many attractions, and while the Research Institute was still recovering from a rather unfortunate incident it still held a well respected reputation as a place of engineering and learning.

Yes, it would be fair to say that Fontaine was a country that welcomed people from far and wide, throwing its doors open for travelers and fortune seekers alike. Of course all would be expected to obey the local laws of the nation of justice lest they find themselves in a front row seat to one of its famous trials or even worse, sentenced to the murky depths of the Fortress of Meropide.

Neuvillette finds himself fervently wishing to offer the experience to a certain visitor who had arrived in the Court not two days ago and had seemed to take it upon himself to irritate the Iudex in the worst way possible.

Draconic blue eyes narrow at the aggravating display playing out in front of him. A taunt. A provocation. One that he dearly wishes he could answer if it wouldn’t end up destroying half of the theatre with his anger. He settles for gripping the handle of his cane instead, all too aware of the way his nails have sharpened into claws within his gloves.

Morax bows with a charming smile. He speaks eloquently about the play that just finished, easily maneuvering the conversation into areas that make the woman in front of him light up with glee as she launches into an explanation about the topic.

Normally seeing Furina this happy would be a cause of joy for Neuvillette. Normally he would smile faintly, listening to every word that she spoke with more attention than he gave to the trials he’d been working on that day. Normally when she laughed bashfully, apologizing for her rambling he would gently remind her that he was always interested in what she had to say. Furina would stop and look up at him with her beautiful mismatched eyes that reminded him of both the deepest ocean and the clearest lake on a spring day. She would let out a nervous giggle, favour him with a grateful nod and resume the conversation. The precious ritual was a testament to how far they’d come since the day of the Flood, how he’d somehow managed to drag himself back into someone whose company she welcomed instead of disdained. 

A ritual the overgrown geo snake was spoiling with his presence.

There is a small part of Neuvillette that understands he is not acting rationally. It knows that the former archon has retired from his duty - abandoned it more likely - and that the being now known as Zhongli has not committed any crime that would break one of the written laws of Fontaine by complimenting the director of a play he enjoyed. 

But human laws mean very little to a dragon.

What use was paper and procedure to the newly awoken instincts that now roar in his head to tear off the Usurper’s hand that dared to touch his lady?

The small voice that whispers it was merely a handshake is drowned out by the rage of the beast within.

His lady. His treasure. His mate. His everything.

The words didn’t matter, they were inadequate to describe the depths of his feelings for Furina, for he was hers. Body. Soul. Mind. He’d lay it all at her feet if she would only ask. There was no need for her to waste her smiles on the intruder in front of her, and each one she bestows makes him seethe with possessive envy.

He has no right to feel like this. Furina is not a jewel to be coveted nor a bird to be locked away in his lair. Neuvillette would rather end himself than take a single choice out of her hands. If she wishes to smile at the consultant from Liyue then that is her prerogative. 

Zhongli reaches for her hand again.

Enough.

“Lady Furina.” He calls out loudly. Eyes the colour of Cors Lapis dance with amusement at his approach. Nevillette bites back the snarl that rises from his chest feeling his fangs sharpen in his mouth.

Furina whirls around to face him. The surprise on her face melts into joy as she moves towards him, finally putting some distance between herself and the blasted man.

“Neuvillette! You made it.” She greets him cheerfully. “And what have I told you about calling me lady?”

“Of course, I always make time for your shows.” He replies softly, watching the way her cheeks flush a delicate pink at the reminder. “Are you free? I have something to discuss with you.”

One of the cases. Funding for her next project. A question about the records she’d dutifully kept for five hundred years. Her opinion on the newly proposed law.

Neuvillette could think of a hundred minor things to discuss with her in that moment alone. All that matters is that he is allowed to stay in her presence. 

Furina blinks at him curiously. She’s known him for centuries and there’s very little he can hide from her, even less that he actually wants to. For a moment he fears she will refuse him, that instead she will kindly brush him off before returning to her conversation with the ex-archon who regards her so fondly.

But then she nods and relief crashes over him like a tsunami, swiftly followed by a powerful satisfaction at being chosen over the rival-threat-enemy interloper. He waits, rather impatiently, for her to say her goodbyes before ushering her away into an empty corridor. His ears pick up the sound of deep laughter that sounds like tumbling stones but he magnanimously ignores it when Furina links her arms through his as they used to.

“It must be quite important for you to whisk me away like this.” She muses as they walk down the hall. “Judging by your demeanor it’s not an emergency or anything truly urgent.” 

Neuvillette feels her gaze upon him and his lips twitch. Always so clever, his lady.

“I would say it had something to do with the charming Mr Zhongli considering how fiercely you were glaring at him. But that can’t be right considering neither of us have ever met him before, unless he’s managed to commit a great crime in the twenty-four hours that he’s been here.” Furina continues. 

Neuvillette says nothing, content to simply watch her as they walk together. The joy from her show being received well lights up her entire face. She is truly happy and the most magnificent creature he’s ever beheld.

Would it be too much creating a law requiring everyone to give a standing ovation at her plays?

Something to think about later.

“That can’t be it though, you only started frowning at him when….Wait a minute.” She stops and so does he. “Are you jealous of Mr Zhongli because he was talking to me?” Furina’s voice is thick with disbelief and laughter. As though the mere thought of anyone getting jealous over her was preposterous.

Neuvillette turns to face her fully, stepping in close until her back hits the hallway wall. The humour from her face fades as she regards him.

“Neuvillette?” She whispers into the sudden quiet.

He reaches out a hand, slow enough for her to move away if his touch was unwelcome. Furina remains frozen as he tucks a lock of silky white hair behind her ear, letting his hand linger against her jaw before pulling away. He swears he can feel the heat of her skin through the material of his gloves.

Furina stares up at him with wide eyes. Her blush returns full force under the weight of his gaze. She hasn’t yet realized that she has obtained the power of the Hydro Sovereign, that Neuvillette would move the tides at her command, but he doesn’t think it will be long before she understands. Dragons are not known for their subtlety after all.

“I believe you have judged the situation correctly, my Lady.”

[inundatae]

𝐈𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐥 stretching to the heart of its rainforests. Yet for all his talent in matters of the law and the court, he finds his imagination wanting. He has never been to Sumeru. He has never stepped foot outside the borders of Fontaine. Save for moments dwelling upon maps and photographs, he can scarce imagine what a nation deplete of water would be like. Yes, he is aware that such nations have rivers and lakes, large bodies of water. Inazuma itself is but a series of islands upon the sea and he suspects of all nations he’d find himself more at home there than the rest, but there is a swath of desert between Fontaine and Sumeru and to behold it within his mind’s eye is beyond his ken.

“If your engineers and architects hope to move forward with such an endeavor then I would be more than honored to facilitate delegations between the researchers of your nation and mine. Yet from my understanding, what Fontaine has achieved with our technological advancements stem from what the scholars of Sumeru has discerned. While I would not undermine what our researches have accomplished, it would not be without the knowledge of your people.”

Though of late Fontaine’s leaps forward in advancement have certainly diminished with the destruction of their research institute. He hopes one day, along with the reconstruction of aquabus lines and the construction of others, to find the funds and time to rejuvenate that branch of Fontaine’s culture. So much to do. So little time. He should resent having the precious coinage of his day spent so frivolously. Yet to foster relations with neighboring nation is as important as his work within the courts.

He calls the lift to reach the lower levels of Fontaine, the wait as always is exceedingly long. Yet he would have no lack of diversion with the dendro archon’s questions. He raises an eyebrow, taking shelter within the shade as he waits. “Lady Furina is the nation’s Archon. What more is there to say?” It is hard to separate old resentments from a creation of a being that’d stolen everything away, brought ruin to all that he once knew. Even if he recalls so very little of that time, the bitterness is soul deep, etched within the very essence of his being. He looks to the Palais Mermonia, where Furina must still be residing now. “There can be no Fontaine without Furina for she has fashioned it into what it is today. She is beloved by her people and bears the heavy weight of her station.”

There is little that escapes the attention of the lord of dendro and god of wisdom, observation etched into her being and woven into her character like DNA; however, she wonders if it really takes a god of wisdom to notice the... interesting disparities that seem to exist between two of Fontaine's figureheads. She has long known that Focalors is quite the original character, but even she wonders how she should interpret her absence. Other dignitaries may have perhaps taken offense at the Hydro Archon's delegating the official visit of another Archon to her subordinate (as renowned and distinguished as he is) -- Nahida merely feels the familiar prick of curiosity tingling at the back of her mind.

What an interesting nation she has just stepped into.

The perfect image of innocence (rather than nosiness), Nahida offers the Iudex a kind, bright smile, before following in his steps and into the light of the Court of Fontaine. She hums contently, as pleased with the sunny weather as her interlocutor is not (if one were to observe attentively, one might notice a bud or two sprouting in her hair). "You have my thanks. Industry and infrastructure in Fontaine truly are remarkable sights to behold -- I know many of our researchers at Ksharehwar have been following the construction of the aquabus lines and their development very closely. Some even speak of drawing inspiration from them to build better connections between our rainforest and our desert."

With an admirative glimmer in her eyes, Nahida gazes up at the lift, and at the railways sprouting from the entire hubs, like roots from a tree - connecting all things and allowing free circulation of what makes a nation's heart beat. "It takes a lot of ingenuity and dedication to come up with such ideas - like an octopus thinking outside the box and figuring out it can climb over the water tank it was trapped in. You and Lady Furina must be very proud of the people behind all this."

Verdant eyes return to the man walking by her side (an amused thought flickering through her mind, at what a comical sight they must offer to the untrained eye, the Iudex so tall and imposing, while the Archon at his side should be so small and... unimpressive). "If I may ask, monsieur Neuvillette... what kind of Archon is Lady Furina?" She asks, before adding with a wave of her hand: "I'm not trying to pry -- but as you must have heard, I only very recently stepped fully into my role as Sumeru's Archon. So, I am quite curious as to how the other Archons handle themselves and the affairs of their respective countries. There is a lot to learn from exchanging different points of view and experiences, don't you think?"