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moldygenshin · 2 months
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I’ve got an idea for an xreader and I think it’ll be a banger. I’m just kinda unsure who to ship her with.
You are what the people of Teyvat call a Wanderer. Not the person who’s referred to as Wanderer from Sumeru; you’re a creature. A creature who has sharp teeth, pitch black hands that fade into your skin color, and completely white eyes. You’ve seen many wars and deaths, the worst war you’ve witnessed is The Great Archon War as humans name it. There were times where you’d gaze across the land and destruction is all you’d see.
Until recently you didn’t know how you came about or why you’re here. But you stumbled across a fairy and a boy with long blonde hair that you felt drawn to and knew they were your purpose of living on this miserable rock.
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moldygenshin · 5 months
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Neuvillette x Female Reader 🌧️ANGST
This is my first fic so it’s a bit short and I wrote this a few months ago, go easy on me.
In which you are convicted of murdering your and Neuvillette’s infant son.
Your hair is dirty from being unwashed and the scornful treatment of your fellow Fontaine citizens didn’t aid in your torment; all events due to an outrageous allegation. They forbade you from entering your residence; your husband no help of course. He was always prickly when situations came to justice. Whether or not you were the one he was judging. Evidence was stacked against you regardless.
But you’d never kill your week old son?
How could a mother, such as yourself, be subjected to the ideology of killing your own flesh and blood that couldn’t fend for himself?
He was just an infant. Your husband was over the moon at the fact you finally convinced a child; an heir. Nonetheless, girl or boy, he was grinning every time he saw the baby. He would coo, blow raspberries on his little chubby cheeks, and play with his fat baby hands. When your son would cry, your husband would come to the rescue. He never cared about how slobbery, spit-uppy, or poopy your baby was.
Granted you only had him for a week and the skies of fontaine had never been sunnier. You couldn’t have prevented the events that unfolded. No matter who you paid or notified; it was clear someone had it out for you. The Chief Iudex couldn’t see it.
He was heartbroken and overwhelmed with grief when he was notified that his infant son’s body was found in an alley along with you. Albeit, you were dazed, bleary eyed, and slightly injured even so you were still the prime suspect. All anyone could hear that night was “Where’s my baby boy?” and the agonizing cries that left the deepest most primal part of you. The next morning it was a typhoon… emotionally and literally. The streets of Fontaine were covered with the tears of your husband; his shattered heart caused the raging storm.
“Ms. Name, according to the judgment of The Oratrice Mecanique d’Analyse Cardinale you are hereby declared guilty of murdering your infant child.” Neuvillette says with a shaky voice; his hands trembling with grief and uncertainty. Tears fill his waterline as he stares at your wide eyes and flushing cheeks. Of course he loves you, boundlessly, but evidence isn’t in your favor this time. No matter how you pleaded and begged; nothing would change his mind.
His verdict was settled and by the evening you were shipped off to The Fortress of Meropide. You cried and reasoned with him only for him to say, “It has been decided.” He turns to face you, “You stole our son from me.”
“My love, I would never kill him! We were the perfect family!” You sob as you try to reach out to him. Again you only had him for a week.
Neuvillette pushes you away gently “Name, you're being hysterical. You were the only one with him who else could have killed our son?” He says with a strained voice as he watches you get dragged by guards.
“I will remember this Neuvillette!” You scream in anger, “I will avenge myself and my son! If only you hadn’t denied my request to be escorted home; none of the heartache and pain would be here!” You muster with a choked sob. And that was the last you ever saw of Neuvillette.
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