Ft Wriothesley

⊹₊ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐃𝐘 ft wriothesley ₊⊹

author's note; idk what im writing, but i know i'm losing braincells over this man so this has to be done sob

one cannot not know of the lord of the fortress of meropide. just the mere mention of his title makes people break in a cold sweat, his presence alone gets the devils running. if monsieur neuvillette is fontaine's symbol of justice, then he marks the nation's absolute power and control. thats why when the news about him getting himself an angel of a bride, it was beyond belief, even for him.

when the marriage was first arranged, he didnt know what to do, or think of. he remembered coming to officially court you. standing under the shade by the gazebo, he loosened up his tie out of anxiety rather than habit. his attire — one gentleman wouldnt wear for such occasion — paraded his numerous scars, which he isnt necessarily ashamed of but wouldnt blame you if spooked by them.

his cheeks were tinted a light shade of pink and his heart was beating so hard against his ribs that even after some deep breathes, he still couldnt calm it down. he'd heard of you — the heart in the people's eyes, the yearned blessing in the theatric courtroom, the magical phenomenon inked in the steambird. the unmistakable difference between the two of you filled him with dread, very much sure he'll be turned down.

then, you arrived amidst the sea of blooming flowers. your smile was as bright and warm as the springtime sun as you bowed so respectfully and regally like the true fair lady you are. in that moment, his mind stopped working and his body moved on its own as if nudged by fate itself. he stood tall, hand caressing yours in his as he kissed your palm softly with perfect precision of movement.

years had passed since that fateful afternoon. his grace's reputation as the fearsome lord still stands, but there's more to his title when he's with you. for you, he's the husband who have trouble perceiving colours yet never fail to get the right shade of your favourite flower, and the one who conveyed to you the story behind every of his scars that you'd kissed each one afterward. but mostly importantly, he's the man who made sure to make you know that you're the only fair lady of his, and his alone.

No guillotine can take away the head I'm about to give him

Thinking about Neuvillette finally starting a relationship with you and the melusines immediately noticing it,,

The Chief of Justice, although still seemingly appearing as the cold judge from the courtroom - softens his gaze at the sight of flowers, stopping by a merchant who offers them freshly picked.

The melusines quickly catch on; after all, the judge always tended to leave straight to his home after a long day of work. His amethyst-colored eyes scan the plants carefully, ordering a beautiful bouquet. People who pass Neuvillette by think nothing of it - if anything, better not to disturb him - but the tiny creatures observing him from afar can't stop wagging their tails excitedly, noticing a warm smile appearing on his lips.

The melusines notice how quickly the rain stops after trials. Back when the rain poured down until the sun rose the next day, now it takes a few hours less.

The little creatures hide behind corners and observe both of you; they gasp and cover their mouths when they see Neuvillette kissing your hand goodbye, quickly shushing others.

Every single one of them notices that the chief’s aura glows with happiness; slowly, some people do as well - they greet him with smile, and Neuvillette reciprocates it.

The melusines giggle to themselves when they see you and Neuvillette together, sometimes loud enough for you to turn around and laugh yourself; their cheeks turn rosy, and before they run away - they mutter an apology and storm off to share the news to others.

But when you finally make it official, they SWARM you. They offer to help you with shopping bags, to accompany you to make sure you’re safe, some even offer to do your hair. Small hands wave eagerly when they notice you. They stop by just to cling to your leg and hug it tightly, and you can’t help but ruffle their hair. They offer you their most prized possessions - after all, you’re the same to Neuvillette… or that’s how they understand it.

The melusines craft a special ribbon for you, so you and Neuvillette could match.

It seems like they love you just as much and Neuvillette couldn’t be happier.

Strawberry Kisses

Neuvillette x fem!Reader Your husband wants to take you out on a date for your birthday. You, however, have different plans. wc: ~2.4k Contents: Fluff leaning towards tooth-rotting; You are his wife. A bit suggestive towards the end. A/N: for my dear friend @boundinparchment. Juni, this is the closest thing I could do to delivering the pretty Judge to your doorstep, please enjoy <3

You scrunch up your face as the bright sunlight hits you. How many times did you tell the maids not to wake you up by drawing back the curtains like this? You groan in annoyance, before a large shadow blocks out the light. You blink slowly until you are able to fully open your eyes.

To your surprise, you are met not with the sight of your maid, but your husband’s handsome face.

“Neuvi, what are you doing here?!” you gasp, “shouldn’t you be in Court already?”

Neuvillette chuckles. “Not today, chérie. In fact, I took the entire day off – just for you,” he announces.

You can only gawk at him in disbelief. Chief Justice Neuvillette, the backbone of Fontaine’s society, who always works tirelessly to maintain the nation’s order, taking time off work? That was absolutely unheard of.

“I couldn’t exactly leave you alone on your special day, now could I?” he notes, evidently amused by your shocked expression, “I’m going to spoil you today and you will only get the best of the best – even more so than usual. And I will personally see to it. That is just as much my duty as overseeing the trials is. I already made arrangements for the two of us for today and—”

“Neuv, stop talking for a second,” you giggle, “and come here.”

From your spot on the pillows, you reach your arms towards Neuvillette, gesturing for him to join you in bed again.

“I’m sure whatever plans you made can wait for a moment,” you sigh as he bends down to place a small kiss on your temple, “I rarely have the chance to even see you when I wake up since you’re always off for work so early– let alone be held in your arms and spend the morning in bed.”

Your lover gapes at you – is he blushing? After a second, he regains his composure as his face relaxes into a gentle smile.

“Of course, mon cœur. Give me a moment, I’ll need to get something for you first.”

Neuvillette returns shortly; to your surprise carrying a tray with breakfast in his hands. He smiles at you as he sets it down on the nightstand before shedding his dressing gown and slipping into bed next to you.

"Happy Birthday, mon amour," he whispers against your skin as he presses a tender kiss to your temple.

You happily munch away at a croissant, raising it to his lips for him to take a bite now and then whenever he sets down his cup of coffee. It doesn’t take you long to notice the small box on the tray, matte silver topped off with an elegant blue bow.

“Open it,” Neuvillette encourages you, his voice soft.

Carefully, you untie the bow and open the lid to find a stunning tear-shaped pendant inside, an iridescent blue and pink opal set into polished silver on a dainty necklace. You don’t fail to notice how it looks exactly like the ornament he always wears on his cravat. You are so stunned by its beauty that you can only stare at it for a long moment, your lips parted in awe.

"Do you like it?" He asks, a fond smile gracing his lips.

"I love it, it's beautiful," you breathe, unable to tear your eyes from the iridescent jewel.

"Then I'm glad. Would you like to wear it today?" He asks softly.

You nod happily and lean forward to present your nape to him as Neuvillette plucks the necklace from the box with his slender digits.

Your skin tickles where his hands graze you as he moves your hair to the side. With nimble fingers he fastens the clasp and the pendant slides down to rest over your heart, the metal instantly warming to your body.

He places a tender kiss against your nape, his nose pressed to your hair for a moment before he sits back again to admire you.

“It suits you even better than I imagined,” he notes, before pulling you closer by your waist. You curl against his side like a cat, humming appreciatively as you let his warmth and his scent envelop you.

You feel so comfortable that you almost drift off to sleep again; the faint rustling of Neuvillette turning the pages of the morning paper and the lazy circles he draws against the skin of your back, together with his warmth, are enough to make you doze off.

He chuckles, pulling you back to the waking world before you stray too far.

“What is it?”

“Do you want to sleep through your Birthday, chérie? As much as I love lazing around with you, I suggest we get ready soon. I made plans for us, I’m sure you would prefer not to be late, hm?”

“What plans exactly, love?” you ask as you slowly sit up, suppressing a yawn.

Neuvillette folds away his newspaper and takes off his reading glasses. “First, a private tour of Galerie de l’Orangerie; They have recently remodeled their exhibition and it’s not open to the general public yet. After that, we have a table for lunch at Benoit, and for tonight, the new play at the opera–”

“Neuvi,” you giggle.

He looks up, confusion evident on his face.

“I appreciate the effort, I really do, but… we’re not doing that. As my birthday present…” you pause to give him a peck on the tip of his ear, then one on his nose. “I want to have fun with you, without the usual …everything... expected of us. Let’s just… go with the flow today, okay?”

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You get dressed as quickly as you can, shooing away your maid as she approaches with a pastel-colored mass of corsets, frills and petticoats for you to squeeze into, as is “appropriate for a lady of your standing”. Emerging from your boudoir in a loose, flowing summer dress, you smile at Neuvillette as you take his offered arm, the smooth fabric of his shirt cool as it crinkles beneath your hand.

Waving off the servants’ attempts to get you to wait until a carriage is prepared, you giggle, “No, we’re going for a walk!”, before you drag your spouse outside and grin as the sun finally hits your face.

“Where would you like to go, chérie?” Neuvillette asks as you revel in the feeling of the soft breeze caressing your skin amidst the summer heat.

You shrug as you descend the steps leading down to the cobblestone pavement, your grin still etched onto your face. After turning your head left and right a few times, you point down a random street.

“That way!” you announce, before you pull him along by his hand.

Eventually, your path leads you down to the merchant district. As you stroll through the meandering alleys, occasionally pausing to look at a shop’s window or inspect the goods at a market stall, Neuvillette always holds you close, either by your hand or your waist.

Of course the citizens recognize him wherever he goes, and you smile to yourself when you overhear a hushed “Look, isn’t that the Chief Justice with his wife? He looks dashing as always, even dressed casually like that!" or a “How sweet of Lord Neuvillette to accompany her for shopping!” from the passersby.

As you giddily drag him through the various shops and market stalls, Neuvillette’s patient smile never wavers. If anything, he seemed to gradually relax and almost looks at ease despite this being so far from what he is familiar with.

After looking at the goods of a few vendors for a while who mostly sold shiny, but useless little trinkets, you picked out a cute sun hat for yourself, the big silvery blue bow reminding you too much of Neuvillette’s own flowing locks to skip on the offer.

You smile at your reflection in a nearby shop’s window, admiring how the satin ribbons from your hat complimented your hair.

Spotting a fancy looking patisserie across the street, you drag your spouse along, your eyes sparkling at all the delicious pastries on display. A few short minutes later, the two of you emerge from the shop again, Neuvillette carrying the small bag containing your snacks for the afternoon. You decided on an assortment of colorful macarons as well as a Charlotte aux Fraises for you both, while your lover settled for simple pain au chocolat to go with his tea later.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You return to your shared residence not much later in the early afternoon. Immediately making a beeline towards the back of the palais, you step out into the garden, smiling to yourself as you inhale the pleasant floral scent that permeates the air.

Neuvillette follows closely after you. You turn to find him standing next to you with his hands linked loosely behind his back, his head inclined toward you, watching you with an amused expression.

“I’d like to take our tea in the pavilion today, if that’s alright with you, Love.”

He hums lightly. “Of course it is. Wait here, I’ll tell the maids,” he replies with a soft smile before stepping inside.

You take that moment alone to wander through the garden, letting your fingers brush through the leaves in passing. On your way deeper down a slightly overgrown path you pause to watch a little robin for a while as it hops around the branches of a peach tree, chirping happily. Your gaze follows the small bird as it takes off, startled by the crack of a branch nearby. Once you lost sight of it, you turn, and spot one of the maids approaching you.

“Ah, there you are, Milady,” she sighs in relief, “your tea is ready, just as you wished. Lord Neuvillette already awaits you at the pavilion.”

You nod and thank her as you pass her, making your way towards the pavilion that is tucked away in a secluded corner of the premises.

As you step through the ornate wrought-iron arch that separates the little retreat from the rest of the garden, your breath hitches. Amidst the overgrown rose bushes and lush hydrangeas, Neuvillette stands on the grass to marvel at the flowers, his back turned to you. At first glance, he looks slightly out of place, being such a rare guest out here. His tall frame and dark boots and trousers create a stark contrast to the delicate pink and white blossoms all around him – but then the sunlight hits his hair just right, and he looks ethereal like this, his blue strands glowing in between the shimmering silver that cascades down his back.

For a moment, you can only stand there completely dazed, helplessly admiring his beauty. You really are too lucky to be blessed with the sight of him every day.

As if he could feel your gaze on him, Neuvillette turns around, a knowing smirk dancing on his lips.

“I almost thought you got lost,” he chuckles, before gesturing towards the pavilion where a small table is already set for the both of you, steaming tea and beautiful pastries waiting for you. He pulls out your chair for you, waiting until you’re settled before taking a seat across from you.

After you finished your cake, half of which you insisted on feeding your husband in little bites with your fork, you sigh happily and plop down into the soft grass. Rolling onto your back, you gaze up into the sky to watch the clouds travel past. A soft breeze soothes the scorching summer heat, and in between the low chirping of birds and the pleasant fragrance of the roses around you, you can’t imagine being anywhere else right now. Your gaze falls onto Neuvillette, who somewhat awkwardly stands next to you, obviously unsure of what to do with himself.

You giggle as you grab his hand to pull him down into the grass with you, drawing a startled yelp from the Chief Justice. “Stop being so stiff, we’re not in court!” you snicker as you gently tug on the ribbon holding his hair together. It comes loose almost immediately, his gorgeous flowing locks splaying out around him as he lays down with you.

You stare at him, admiring the faint blush that dusts his cheeks as you try to get your bearings. His beauty really is otherworldly, you muse, especially with his hair disheveled like this.

Neuvillette regains his composure after a moment, smiling gently at you as his shoulders relax. He pulls you close by your waist and you wiggle and shift until you lie comfortably on his broad chest.

He places a tender kiss to your forehead, then another one on the tip of your nose before he speaks up again.

“I hope your birthday turned out as you imagined it, chérie.”

The deep rumble of his voice vibrates through his chest, his breath tickling the side of your neck as he holds you close.

“Mhmm! All thanks to you,” you hum happily, before pulling back slightly, a mischievous smirk on your lips. “But I’d like to have my final present now!”

Neuvillette raises a perfectly sculpted brow at you. “And what would you like as your ‘final present’, ma chérie?”

You giggle. “You, mon cœur! You’re my present!”

A shit-eating grin on your face, you close the gap to finally claim his lips.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

On the back terrace of the Chief Justice’s residence, the estate’s maids are quite busy sweeping dust off the marble tiles, as they do every afternoon.

After a while, faint voices from somewhere deep in the garden reach their ears. At first, all they can make out is the sound of muffled laughter, but after a while the wind turns and the voices become clearer.

A deep grunt, followed by a softer, more feminine laugh.

"Oh– wait, mon amour– ah– here, are you sure??" the deeper voice all but stutters. Oh, is that– Lord Neuvillette?!

“Yes, I am. I want– no, I need you right here, and right now, Neuvi. Now quit squirming, Love, and let me… unwrap my present…”

A strangled moan from what must be Lord Neuvillette’s throat comes next, prompting the younger maid to be rooted in place, a deep crimson blush covering her entire face and ears, her eyes glued to the ground. The head maid giggles softly and whispers “Come, I am sure there is some cleaning to be done in the kitchen”, before steering the younger woman away by her shoulders.

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

Hey folks, if you want to fight back against the twitterfication of tumblr USE IT LIKE IT'S TUMBLR!!!!!! REBLOG THINGS!!!!!! USE THE TAGS TO SCREAM AT YOUR FRIENDS!!!!!!!

Service Top truther anon here, i have more thoughts to share ahhh!

I can see wrio being very much into quiet comfort when he's with a partner. like he doesn't have to talk much if the silence is spent together- imagine him reading his newspaper, your fingers combing through his hair absent-mindedly, him leaning into the touch ever so slightly while you read a book or sketch on a note pad. When you stop he'll turn his head to look at you until you continue, eyelids getting heavier until he fully drifts off.

when you're in bed together he likes to circle his thumb over your hip while he has his chest to your back and his face in the crook of your neck. just enjoying the shared warmth and contact.

ugh and if things get more spicy it's never in a hurry. he'll test the waters by trailing touches over your thighs and chest, and when you give him the sign to continue it's going to be slow and deep unless you want it otherwise. He'll nip at your neck and shoulders, never biting to hurt but to feel you in any way he can, while keeping his palm flat against your lower stomach where he's moving inside you, eventually trailing further down to cirlce your clit in the same unhurried way. When you buck into his hand and back onto his cock, he won't break pace. He loves when you openly chase your pleasure. Whine for him to give you more and he'll lie you on your front while he grinds into you from behind, controlled drags of his hips that send you over the moon.

"Touch yourself for me, will you?" He'll encourage you.

It's your release that makes him follow suit, the tightening of you around him so good he can't help but press deeper and give you every drop of himself he can offer. He'll move the both of you to lie on your sides in the comedown, never pulling out to keep his cum inside you for as long as possible. His hand wanders back to your lower stomach, the softness under his palm such a pleasing contrast to his calloused fingers. While he slowly falls asleep he wishes he could have you like this at any moment.

omgggg anon🥹🥰🤭 yeah i dont think he's really one for words so he shows his affection through actions the most. for example, acts of service such as getting you your favorite snacks, noticing when youre upset and letting you vent, buying you something he knows you would like, etc. or through physical touch such as holding your hand, kissing your knuckles, putting his arm around you, nuzzling and hugging you.

i literally just wanna lay his head on my lap and comb my fingers through his fluffy hair until he falls asleep. most of the time when he's with you, he spends it nuzzling his face into your neck and just inhaling your lovely scent and sometimes leaving light kisses, usually tickling you and making you giggle which makes him happy and smile in your neck. only you are able to help him relax and show his soft side like this.

omg yes ! COCKWARMING. wrio lovesss cockwarming. You do it often after making love (due to his breeding kink), while he's at his desk doing paperwork (it helps him get through the endless papers), and while you sleep because he wants to be close to you and enjoy your warmth. it doesnt even have to be in a sexual way in order to get release, he enjoys the intimacy.

wrio + slow, gentle sex ahhh ! it makes you wanna cry sometimes due to how soft and gentle he is to you during your sessions. You might've done it a few times before which makes him worried because he thinks he hurt you. but once you tell him the reason why you're crying happy tears, he relaxes and kisses your tears away as he continues his slow pace, grinding against you while you hold each other close (this makes me wanna cry🥹). but omg the feeling of his rough, calloused hand rubbing your clit feels so much better than your own hand so you usually prefer that and beg ask him to do it. just his hands touching you any place feels amazing. gentle, soft touches from such rough hands mhm🤤

this really cheered me up anon because i've had a stressful week so thank you for sharing more. i hope you have a wonderful weekend🥰❤️