â White Beard Pirates : Morning Routine Head Canons â
Newgateâs Commanders are typically forced to wake up early. Here are my thoughts for how that usually goes.
Eddie Nuggs
7am.
In his youth, he was a chronic over sleeper. Through his years of being captain, heâs realized how much he can get done while the kids are still asleep.
He eats breakfast in his office with the windows wide open so he can feel the ocean breeze while he works.
Itâs an unspoken rule not to bother Pops until after heâs eaten. Itâs just seen as a bit disrespectful by the crew to do otherwise.
His morning routine almost always includes a fifteen minute chat with Marco while he takes his meds. Newgate refuses to discuss business during this time.
âRelax and share a damn cup of coffee with me. Iâm still waking up.â
Thatch
6am.
This is solely because he needs to start working on breakfast.
Easily the most chipper. If you need someone to talk to, anyone is welcome to sit at the kitchen bar top and keep him company while he cooks. (Youâll certainly get first dibs on the food if you do.)
He often sends crew members on missions to deliver food to the chronic meal-skippers.
Heâs only over slept once and after half the crew nearly formed a mutiny over the lack of breakfast and coffeeâ he swore to Pops it would never happen again.
Marco
4-5 am.
Regardless of what he has scheduled in the morning, heâs almost always the first awake. You can find him drinking coffee or tea on the upper most deck.
Before the sun has risen, Pops has been given his meds, the morning shift has been checked on, and their route for the day has been finalized.
Marco works like a god damn machine and nothing pisses him off like nonsense throwing off his precious schedule.
New crew members fear him the most in the morning. His focused face makes him look scary.
Forgets to eat breakfast 89.999% of the time.
Marco isnât immune to a nasty hang over. The morning after a party will guarantee the First Commander sleeps through his alarm at least once.
Ace
Ace would call his wake-up schedule âvibe dependent.â
If heâs needed? Yes, heâll be up at any time, day or night.
It isnât a rare occurrence for members of the Second Division to wake him up because the currents very suddenly changed at 3am.
If heâs scheduled first thing in the morning, heâs gotta fight tooth and nail through his narcolepsy to wake up on time.
Sometimes he overcompensates so much, heâs up a full two hours early, drinking coffee, half conscious with Marco on deck.
If neither Pops nor the navigation team need him, Ace will happily sleep until noon.
Ace is the only crew member who can get away with falling asleep in the middle of the day. The newbies that donât know about his narcolepsy just assume Marco plays favorites.
(Name) had never anticipated this would be the outcome of his choice for rebirth instead of resurrection, it worked but in exchange of a lot of trauma that a being like him shouldnât even have been able to feel. Being born in a lower middle class household with a single mother for half of his life before his father got tired of other cunts and went to play house with his mother. (Name) wouldnât lie and say he had been happy about it, in his eyes he had no father.
He didnât know what a fatherâs love was if it meant his father was only there to receive his A+ calcifications and then vanish.
Then he came across a certain game. His 12 year old self was eager to play the game that had fascinating art and allowed him to forget about his life. Hereâs the thing⌠he was more often than not sulky. Perhaps it was because he had been bullied for smiling at âstupid manwhasâ, perhaps because his father beat every smile out of him when his mother was away.
Playing Genshin kept him from jumping off a bridge, he knew it was stupid but he had genuinely gotten attached to them. He told the characters encouraging words from time to time and got furious when violence or any type of harm came their way.
Obviously he freaked out when he started receiving body parts on his mail, more so when he witnessed Zhongli cut off a hand for him and calling him âyour graceâ while begging for forgiveness through the screen.
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âYour grace, this lowly servant canât bear serving you without admitting oneâs crimes.â The brunette spoke, interrupting a scene from Fontaineâs mission. (Name) wouldâve normally skipped but decided to keep listening, Zhongli appearing on Fontaineâs mission, why had no one made a fuss about this on Tik Tok? He however was taken by surprise when Zhongli pulled out a dagger.
âI need to be forgiven and the only way I can do so is by showing you just how sorrowful I truly am.â He said before raising his arm and cutting his hand off.
âWhat the fuck?!â (Name) yelled in a shock and disgust and stood up. His eyes widened when the characters that had previously been out of the screen suddenly appeared and tried to pull Zhongli away. (Name) couldnât handle seeing anymore how blood dripped out of Zhongliâs arms while he begged for forgiveness, Wriothesley trying to pull him back along the lunch guy. All of it stopped when (Name) turned off the game.
âŚ
He stopped playing after that. Then his 15th birthday came, that same day he woke up with a fever but was forced to still go to school. He passed out while crossing a road. And now he was here.
In Teyvat. With his memories.
He had spent the last 2 days on this temple, thinking of what he was supposed to do. He was far too weak to use his powers, his body needed to be âmoldedâ, he should unify (Name)âs body to his own to at least have a decent shape, or he wouldnât be able to use his powers. By now his acolytes must be running back and forth, going crazy over the where he is. He could barely shut up the voices of their prayers.
Sleeping became a challenge because of the whispers, and because he really wasn't tired anymore. Either way it sucked. (Name) took all his mental strength to bother rising from bed, he needed to eat. 2 days had passed since he last ate. (Name) stretched his limbs and yawned, he walked out of the temple that went back to being a mere rock as soon as he left.
Without any rush he started walking towards Mondstadt, he was definitely in the mood of exploring it this time. When he got to the city he took the time to recognize its beauty, the stone walls certainly looked quite intimidating, it made a good defense against enemies or natural disasters. 2 knights were at the door, (Name) acknowledged their watchful yet concealed eyes, it was clear they took their job seriously but made sure the people wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
When he walked in he was greeted by a stand of flowers, the vendor however was missing. To his left was a blacksmith diligently working and to his right there were other stands. The stone construction added a special touch to the town, it reminded (Name) of one of the earth countries, Germany. It seemed like a place where those romantic moments were bound to happen.
Moments that even his human reincarnation wasn't able to experience. How pitiful.
(Name) wandered through the cobblestone streets of Mondstadt, taking in the sights and sounds of the bustling city. The aroma of freshly baked bread wafted through the air, mingling with the scent of blooming flowers from the nearby stands. The city was alive with activityâchildren playing, merchants haggling, and adventurers preparing for their next journey. It was a stark contrast to the quiet, desolate temple he had just left.
The windmills turned lazily in the breeze, and the statue of Barbatos stood tall in the plaza, its serene expression almost mocking him. He wondered if Venti, the carefree bard who was secretly the Anemo Archon, was somewhere nearby, strumming his lyre and singing songs of freedom.
He headed closer to certain individuals who he had attracted his attention ever since his reincarnation saw them through that screen for the first time, he wondered how theyâd treat a stranger to their lands who held no particular talent unlike the blond haired one.
He wondered off to them and pretends to bump into them. âOh, my apologies. I did not notice you.â He said with a worried expression as he faked embarrassment.
Jean, the Acting Grand Master of the Knights of Favonius, standing before him. Her blonde hair was tied back neatly, and her blue eyes held a warmth that contrasted with her authoritative demeanor. âItâs fine Mr,â She paused as she seemed to not know him and realization flashed her⌠another traveler?
âWelcome to Mondstadt, sir. Is this your first time here?â She was accompanied by Kaeya, the Cavalry Captain, who leaned casually against a nearby wall, his usual smirk playing on his lips.
âAh, yes,â (Name) replied, offering a small smile. âIâve heard much about this city. Itâs even more beautiful in person.â
Jean nodded, her expression softening. âIâm glad to hear that. If you need any assistance or have questions, donât hesitate to ask the Knights of Favonius. Weâre here to help.â
Kaeya pushed off the wall and stepped forward, his eye glinting with curiosity. He took notice on the strangerâs unique and unknown attire⌠much like Aetherâs. âYou seem... different. Not your average traveler, are you?â
(Name) chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his head. âJust a wanderer passing through. Nothing special.â
Kaeyaâs smirk widened, as if he didnât quite believe him, but he didnât press further. âWell, if youâre looking for a drink or some entertainment, the Angelâs Share is the place to be. Just donât let Diluc catch you slacking off.â
Jean shot Kaeya a disapproving look before turning back to (Name). âIgnore him. If you need anything, feel free to visit the Knightsâ headquarters. Weâd be happy to assist you.â
(Name) thanked them and watched as they walked off. His friendly and nervous smile vanished. These were the characters that were willing to do such atrocities for his attention, and oh he knew that if. they knew whoâor whatâhe truly was heâd be dragged somewhere âsafeâ by them as soon as they noticed his current form was quite useless in terms of fighting.
As he continued his exploration, (Name) found himself drawn to the sound of music. Following the melody, he arrived at the plaza, where a crowd had gathered around a bard with a lyre. It was Venti, his green hat tilted at a playful angle as he sang a lively tune. His voice was soothing, and for a moment, (Name) forgot about his troubles.
When the song ended, the crowd erupted into applause, and Venti took a dramatic bow. His eyes met (Name)âs, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by his usual carefree smile.
âThank you, thank you!â Venti said, waving to the crowd. âYour support is always appreciated. Now, if youâll excuse me, I believe Iâve earned myself a drink.â
The crowd dispersed, and Venti approached (Name), his lyre slung over his shoulder. âYouâre new here, arenât you? I havenât seen you around before.â (Name) nodded. âJust arrived today. Your music is... captivating.â
Venti grinned. âWhy, thank you! Music is the soul of Mondstadt, after all. Say, would you care to join me for a drink? My treat.â (Name) hesitated. He wasnât sure if he was ready to engage in casual conversation with someone who could potentially recognize him easily. But the earnest look in Ventiâs eyes made it hard to refuse. He was still but a weak man to his creations.
âSure,â he said finally. âLead the way.â
As they walked to the Angelâs Share, (Name) couldnât shake the feeling that he was dooming himself more, the wind of Teyvat hadnât betrayed his will yet. Yeah, thatâs why Venti invited him, to see why Teyvatâs wind refused to spill the secrets of his past. With that he relaxed more, reassuring himself that the bard wouldnât notice how different he was from the local human.
Mondstadt was just the first step. Liyue awaited.
Took me long enough ik, I also got lazy at the end đŤ hope you enjoyed it though
The newspaper â the South Sea Gazette, apparently â is so old it practically crumbles under Aceâs fingers, the paper yellow and powdery with age, the edges disintegrating into nothing from however many years of being picked up and handled. The headline reads: Maniac Schoolteacher Slaughters Classroom. The photo on the front page shows a small schoolhouse, showing signs of wear and hodge-podge repair, like the town it belonged to couldnât afford itâs upkeep but did their best anyway. The stairs leading up to the front door are bloody, and thereâs more blood streaked across the windows from the inside. One small hand can be seen poking out the edge of the doorway, flopped limp across the floor. A group of Marines drag the âManiac Schoolteacherâ away from the scene of the crime in chains while he flails and struggles.
It⌠Itâs Jiru. A very young Jiru, he canât be any older than, god, maybe his early twenties? If that? He looks like heâs barely Aceâs age in this photo, and his faceâ
Itâs not the face of a maniac who just went on a bloody rampage and murdered a bunch of kids. His hands and clothes are streaked with blood, but not nearly enough to account for the carnage implied behind him, and his face is wet with tears. The look in his eyes is one of such gut-wrenching despair that Ace has to tear his eyes away.
The rest of the article is just â bullshit, Ace is sure, and the letters are dancing around and he doesnât want to read it anyway so he doesnât bother trying to make them quit goofing off and get back where they go. He just⌠stares blankly instead at where his hands are digging into the paper, crumbling it more under his grip.
âAh,â Jiru says. âI shouldâve put that away.â
Ace startles, whirls around. The fourteenth division Commander is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed and shoulders slumped, eyeing Ace with an unreadable expression.
âIâm sorry,â Ace says, scrambling to put the paper back where he found it. âIâm â sorry, I didnât mean to snoop. I was coming to see you about watch rotations. Pops said youâre in charge of that?â
âThat I am.â Jiru enters his room. Ace has to scramble out of his way when he walks to the desk, lifting the newspaper up delicately â not like heâs handling something precious, but like heâs handling something that disgusts him. Or, maybe, something that bites. Something that hurts to touch. âThe transfers from the Moby 3 havenât been added to the Watch Rotation yet, and wonât be until we know how long repairs will take. Thatâs not why you were taken off the night watch. You were taken off of the night watch for your narcolepsy, and Tate scares me, so youâre not going back on the night watch unless thereâs an emergency.â
âButââ
âNo buts. She will stab me with needles.â
Thatâs⌠probably true. Ace still scowls at the unfairness of it all. He focuses on that â on the absolute crime that is all these damn people caring about his health and his wellbeing and his safety â so that he doesnât have to focus on the paper while Jiru carefully slides it into an empty drawer and then locks that drawer shut. The key gets hung up on a hook by his desk, where itâs immediately covered by the fabric of the cloak thatâs also hanging there.
â⌠You can ask,â Jiru says, after a moment. âItâs not a secret.â
Ace startles again, tears his eyes away from the closed drawer. Jiruâs face is still unreadable, but he doesnât look angry, really. Ace bites his lip.
âWhat⌠happened?â
Jiru snorts. âNot did you do it?â
Ace snarls, âYou didnât do it.â
Now Jiru smiles. Itâs a really shitty, awful, sad little smile, and Ace kind of hates it. âNo,â he confirms. âI didnât do it.â
He walks to his bed. Takes a seat. Scrubs a hand over his face. â⌠You ever hear that rumor about Gold Roger having a kid?â
Ace goes very, very still.
Jiru must see his reaction, but he must misunderstand it, because his smile grows â not sad anymore, but bitter and hurting and furious. âYeah. Wasnât ever anything but a rumor, mind you. Stories and gossip. The Marines didnât have any leads, didnât have any proof. Didnât have anything but âsomewhere in the South Blueâ and âsomewhere between the ages of eight years old and literally an unborn fetusâ.â
Here he chokes a laugh, flicks his fez off to scrub a hand over his shaved head. Takes a slow, shaking breath, and then another one. â⌠It wasnât my kids,â he says. âEvery one of them had fathers known and accounted for. It wasnât any of my kids. But, hey, whatâs logic in the face of justice?â
From somewhere far away, Ace is aware of the sensation of his own tongue, clicking dry against the back of his throat. His own voice, echoing down a distant tunnel. âIf â if one of them was Rogerâs son?â He hears himself ask. âWhat would you have done?â
Jiru looks at him for a moment, considering. Scratches over his head again. âAw, hell, Ace, I dunno,â he says finally. âIâd like to say I would have scooped the kid up and ran for it, but⌠back thenâŚâ That fucking smile, all bitterness and regret. Ace really does hate that smile.
âBack then,â Jiru says, âI just wasnât fast enough.â
Project "If Oda Won't Give The Rest Of The Whitebeard Commanders Personalities And Backstories I'll Do It Myself" continues
Blamenco is fourteen the first time he meets a pirate.
Heâs also fourteen the first time he kills a man, since the second thing happens about a minute after the first. Itâs hard to say whoâs more surprised by this, Blamenco or the pirate, but later heâll look back and figure it was probably himself, on account of the pirate was dead, and dead men canât be surprised. Dead men canât be much of anything, really. Thatâs sort of the whole thing about being dead.
Hereâs how it happens: Heâs in the woods gathering mushrooms with Lana, the pretty daughter of old farmer Scratch. Supposedly Scratch ainât his real name, but Blamencoâs never heard nobody call him anything but, and usually when folks get an odd nickname they like to tell the tale of how it came to be. Blamencoâs never heard that neither though, so he figures probably the manâs name really is Scratch and folks just say itâs fake to give him a hard time for it.
Anyway. Scratchâs youngest daughter is two years Blamencoâs senior, pretty as a daisy, and sick as a dog more often than not. Seems every time the seasons change or the the rain comes down too hard or a pig farts within a hundred miles of the Scratch house poor Lanaâs laid up in bed wheezing and coughing into her handkerchief. Makes her unfit for field labor, but she finds other ways to be useful. Old Scratch comes to the family farm once or twice a month to make trades and get drunk on the porch with Grandpa, and most times heâll bring baskets and scarves and all sorts of other things Lana made while she was holed up in bed. Grandma sends him back with fabric and good thread and any leftover rattan or willow they might have laying around.
On the days when Lana is feeling well enough to move about she likes to find herself chores to do, and sheâs real stubborn about it and wonât listen when her family all tell her she aughtnât push herself, so itâs happened once or twice that Lana went off on her own to gather herbs or berries or to check hunting traps or what have you and then didnât come home quick enough and a whole search party had to be whipped up to go and find her wherever sheâd collapsed all fevered and exhausted, and thatâs where Blamenco comes in.
Itâs improper for a boy and a girl to be off alone in the woods like this, but their families have been friends for a good long while now, so nobodyâs looking sideways at poor Lana for tromping through the woods with Blamenco at her heels, and heâs big and strong enough to pick her up and carry her back home if the need arises. Stubborn enough to make her take breaks and rest, too, which is more than can be said for Lanaâs own brother, whoâs bigger and stronger than Blamenco by a good bit but whoâs too soft on her by far.
Blamenco doesnât mind it. The weatherâs nice out, all cool and crisp this time of year, and for all he and Lana can hardly seem to be in the same room together without bickering he likes her company, and she likes his. One of these days heâll even get her to admit it.
So heâs following her through the woods, holding her foraging basket for her and giving her a hand when she needs to hop across a creek or climb over a log or lift up some heavy thing to check underneath. Theyâre playing Would You Rather, spinning silly choices out of the air to pass the time, and Lanaâs got him stumped between licking peanut butter off a hoboâs foot or getting locked in a cage with hungry tigers, and heâs so focused on trying to decide which of those awful things heâd have an easier time enduring (heâs leaning towards the tigers) that it takes him a good while to notice the heavy footsteps tromping through the woods towards them.
He doesnât think much of it, at first. Itâs clear from the sound that whoever it is ainât used to these woods â branches are crackling and crunching all under their big clumsy feet â but thereâs hardly a reason to assume the worst of somebody just for doing some exploring, or maybe the poor fella got lost and is wandering confused trying to find his way back to the path, so Blamenco slows and Lana does too, and they both turn to see who it is causing all that racket.
And then, well. Blamenco knows for sure the man must be lost, âcause he certainly donât look like the sort who belongs in the woods. Heâs dressed all fine in a yellow frock and gold rings on all his fingers, and his hairâs even got gold chains braided into it. Damn near every bit of him is sparkling with some kind of pretty thing when he comes all stumbling past the tree line and lands flat on his face on the ground. Blamenco doesnât think heâs ever seen so many fine things all in one place before, and certainly never all on one person. Lanaâs eldest sister Marnie got married to the tailorâs son at the start of the year, and she looked like a real princess at her wedding, but this man probably could have bought her whole dress with just one of the baubles in his ear.
So of course when the man shoves himself upright again Blamenco bows, âcause thatâs what you do with royals and nobles and rich folk, and says with all his best manners âGood afternoon, sir. Are you lost?â at the same time as Lana bursts out laughing.
Lana donât mean no harm, but man gets all puffed up offended by it, and Blamencoâs not sure what sheâs laughing at anyhow until she points to the ground and Blamenco looks and sees the manâs fancy brocade boots all caked in mud. âSorry!â Lana gasps, not sounding as sorry as she probably should. âSorry, just â your nice things are all ruined, sir! What are you doing out here? You didnât wear hiking boots?â
It ainât just the boots, âneither. The manâs got sticks and leaves all in his hair, and his pretty frock coat is torn like heâs snagged it on something. Blamenco can see why Lanaâs laughing about it, all those fine things all done-in by a walk in the woods. They crawled right through a blackberry thicket to get to this clearing, and other than some snarls in Lanaâs long hair neither of them are the least disheveled from it. Fancy things may look real nice, but they donât seem to be all that practical.
Thatâs about where it all starts going wrong. The man doesnât seem to take kindly to being laughed at, even in as harmless a way as Lana did it, and he looks angry. Angrier maybe than Blamencoâs ever seen just about anybody who wasnât the bad sort of drunk. âNo,â He says, all seething through his teeth about it. âI didnât wear fucking hiking boots, you bumpkin!â
Heâs slurring a little when he says it, and when he comes stomping closer Blamenco catches a whiff of strong rum off of him, so maybe he is the bad kinda drunk. Itâd explain why the man is stumbling confused through the woods in the first place. He comes to a stop in the little clearing and gets his first proper look at Blamenco and Lana and his face does something Blamenco doesnât like. Something kinda like how the tailorâs son looks at Marnie, âcept instead of all warm itâs cold. Cold and hungry.
The fancy man stands up tall and tries to brush some of the debris off himself. It donât work well â heâs got prickers all stuck deep in his yellow coat, those ainât coming out without tweezers and a good sharp little knife. He swaggers a step closer, and stumbles a little one the next. Itâs early in the day for a man to be this drunk, but maybe nobles donât have to worry about their chores getting done like working folks do. Either way, he misses the first time he reaches for Lanaâs face, which is good, âcause Lana doesnât much seem like she wants him touching on her.
âHey now,â Blamenco starts. The man talks like didnât even hear him.
âWell well,â he says, all deep in his chest. âYouâll have to forgive me, lovely, I didnât realize I was speaking to such a beauty.â
Treating somebody nicer or worse based on how pretty or ugly they are is a dumb thing to do, but Blamenco maybe only thinks that âcause heâs ugly. Lana never talks much about looks â her own or anybody elseâs â but sheâs probably the prettiest girl Blamencoâs ever met, and she turns plenty of heads when sheâs feeling well enough to go to town. When Blamenco goes with her to carry her bags and hold doors for her people laugh at the way they look together, with her all slender and beautiful and with her long dark hair looking like spun silk and him all pale and fat and following behind her like a troll. Lana always gets real angry when she hears people talking like that, and then she yells at them and tires herself out and has to go lay down with a cool damp rag over her eyes, but Blamencoâs never minded it much. He knows how he looks, and heâs not one to get all bent out of shape at being the butt of a joke. Folks like to laugh, and heâs an easy thing to laugh at. He laughs at himself too most days.
Still. Thereâs something about the way this man calls Lana beautiful that Blamenco doesnât like, and thatâs unusual. People are always calling Lana beautiful, and Blamencoâs always agreeing, but the fancy man says it like he means something else and more and more Blamencoâs starting to wonder if maybe he aughtnât just scoop Lana up and take her home, even with this man still lost in the woods and her mushroom basket only half-full.
The fancy man says âWhatâs your name, pretty?â He tries to touch Lanaâs face again. Lana backs away this time, and Blamenco gets a hand on her arm and pulls her behind himself. The fancy man blinks like heâs just remembering Blamenco even exists, and he looks at Blamenco with his face all twisted up and sour, but people look at Blamenco like that all the time, so he doesnât take it to heart. He hopes Lana wonât try to yell at this man like she yells at the people in town, though.
This fella doesnât seem like heâd take it well.
" -And I'll remind you of that every day for the rest of my life"
I was stuck in an airport with the thought 'Buggy would find a way to incorporate "I'm still mad at you" into his wedding vows' and then it spiraled a bit.
How are they with their pregnant partner? Neuvillette
Synopsis: Pregnant, your husband/companion is ecstatic. But how will he take care of you during pregnancy?
Style: Cute, fluffy, female reader, NSFW.
Bonus NSFW (18+) I remind minors to avoid reading this kind of content.
Warning: May contain story spoilers for some characters.
Characters: Neuvillette.
Note: This chapter contains Fontaine story spoilers. I advise you to finish Archon's quest before starting to read.
Ps: Sorry for my long absence, I've had a lot of health problems since the start of the 2023 school year...
Part 1 Diluc, Zhongli, Kaeya, Xiao, Venti, Albedo, Kazuha, Childe.
Part 2 Scaramouche, Dainsleif, Thomas.
Part 3 Dottore, Pantalone, Alhaitham.
Part 4 Cyno, Ayato.
Part 5 Tighnari.
Part 6 Capitano, Kaveh + Bonus
Part 7 Itto, Heizou, Lyney.
1. The moon was lighting up the night sky when you reached the door of Neuvillette's office. Silently, you gazed at him from the doorway, waiting patiently for him to take his eyes off his work and meet yours. Knowing that he had already noted your presence, his dragon senses being far more acute than those of mortals, you found a particular charm in watching him devote himself in earnest to the last files of the day.
"It's getting late, my love. "
At these words, Neuvillette raised his reptilian-glinted eyes to you, a tender, affectionate smile lighting up his face.
"You should have waited for me at home. I get worried when you walk alone at this hour."
Dropping his pen, he stood up and walked over to join you. Arriving at your height, he leaned over to place a soft kiss on your lips.
"I know, but... there was something very important I had to tell you. And as lately you've tended to neglect your wife for your work..."
Your words floated through the air, laden with gentle rebuke and nervous anticipation. As you spoke, Neuvillette, with obvious tenderness, gently pushed a lock of your hair back behind your ear, his gesture emphasizing the closeness and deep affection he felt for you. His attention was entirely focused on you, as if he were trying to read in your eyes the importance of what you had to reveal to him.
With a gentle gesture, you took Neuvillette's hand, guiding his palm until it lay flat on your stomach. A silence fell, heavy with anticipation, as Neuvillette watched your gesture, a gleam of curiosity in his eyes. Then, slowly, a flash of understanding lit up his gaze. He sensed, through the touch of his hand, the subtle but undeniable aura of a new life beginning to form within you, the existence of a little being yet to be born. A dragon.
Your husband's heart raced as he finally realized what was growing inside you. Neuvillette, usually in control, was overcome by a wave of emotions: surprise, happiness, a touch of anxiety in the face of the unknown, but above all, a deep and unconditional love for you and for this new life you were carrying.
Without a word, his other hand joined the first, as if gently but firmly enveloping the precious treasure you now shared. His gaze, filled with infinite tenderness, lifted to yours.
In this moment of shared intimacy, words seemed superfluous, replaced by tender caresses and kisses, heralding the start of a new chapter in your lives together.
2. Neuvillette's draconic nature permeated every fiber of his being, making him extremely protective and territorial, especially where you were concerned. His perception of mortals had certainly evolved after the fall of the hydro archon, but his role as supreme judge of the Fontaine court left him little room for easy trust, especially when it came to unpredictable and often cruel human nature.
Your pregnancy only exacerbated this aspect of his personality. The prospect of becoming a father, of protecting and looking after an even more vulnerable being, amplified his protective instincts. Even when you remarked to him, perhaps hoping to mitigate this tendency or channel it in a way that seemed more appropriate...
But you soon realized that it was difficult to change the profound nature of a dragon over a thousand years old...
3. The evolution of your pregnancy revealed hitherto unknown and deeply endearing aspects of Neuvillette. This new facet manifests itself in a surprising way: a soft, soothing, purring-like sound emanates from him when he looks at you or caresses you gently. This sound, unexpected from a dragon, proved to you that he was happy and at peace in your presenceâŚ
4. Neuvillette's trust in the protection of you and your child during his extended absences was a privilege he bestowed on very few people. Clorinde and Wriothesley stood out as the pillars of this trust, each with their own role and ability to look after you. Wriothesley, despite his responsibilities anchoring him to the Meropide fortress, was a devoted protector whose friendship with Neuvillette and you never wavered.
The Melusines also held a special place in Neuvillette's esteem. Their joy and zeal in protecting you and your unborn child was not only a testament to their loyalty to Neuvillette, but also a recognition of the importance of your role by his side.
5. The relationship you forged with Furina was marked by an affection and trust that transcended the past of the former archon of Fontaine. Her daily visits became special moments, when the joy of sharing sweets and laughter brightened your day. Discussions about the baby's name, possible traits, or who he or she might most resemble, were moments of pure complicity.
The arrival of Neuvillette, which often marked the end of these afternoons of sweetness and laughter, added another dimension to the family picture. His reaction to the mess left by Furina, oscillating between severity and underlying affection, reflected his deep concern for your well-being. His ability to scold Furina without raising his voice, while reminding her of the importance of your rest, demonstrated a delicate balance between authority and tenderness. To you, this was undeniable proof that Neuvillette would be an exceptional father to your child.
6. During your pregnancy, you showed worrying symptoms of depression. With Neuvillette often absent during the day and sometimes even all night, he only became aware of your condition belatedly, when he found you in tears in the kitchen. Crouched against the cupboards, overwhelmed by deep sadness, you didn't immediately notice his return.
The sight of your distress deeply affected Neuvillette, who at first thought you'd been the victim of an assault by a local seeking revenge after being tried for his crimes by the Supreme Judge. However, he soon realized that your emotional state was largely influenced by pregnancy hormones, exacerbated by the fact that you were carrying a half-human, half-dragon child.
With a heavy heart in the face of your grief, Neuvillette has vowed to stay by your side as much as possible, adjusting his schedule to be more present by your side. He has taken steps to ensure that he can spend weekends with you, actively engaging in preparations to welcome the baby into your life. "Don't cry anymore mon amour. From now on, I'll stay by your side."
7. As night fell, it became customary for you and Neuvillette to embrace tenderly on the living-room sofa. Positioned comfortably across his legs, with one of his arms warmly embracing you, Neuvillette would take pleasure in reading aloud to you one of those sentimental novels you so cherished. Neuvillette's soft, melodious voice enveloped you in a feeling of well-being, as you gently brushed your rounded belly, lulled by the sound of his reading.
Each time you dozed off against him, he cherished these moments deeply, placing kisses on your face as he whispered sweet nothings to you. Releasing his hand from the weight of the book she was holding, he gently slid it over you until it rested gently on your rounded belly. His tender, loving gestures, as he touched your skin, seemed to awaken a response in his child, who pressed himself against your belly, as if to draw closer to the warmth of his father...
8. The last few weeks of your pregnancy proved to be particularly trying, forcing you to spend most of your time in bed, suffering from intense back pain that made any movement painful. Aware of your condition, Neuvillette chose to take a few days off work to stay by your side, ensuring your well-being and safety.
The approach of childbirth was causing him growing anxiety. The idea of a human giving birth to the child of a sovereign dragon was unprecedented, and the absence of any references or testimonials to such a situation fueled his fears about the potential risks to you and the baby. This fear, which became almost palpable as the days passed, plunged him into a state of nervousness he had never experienced before.
Neuvillette had considered going to Natlan, hoping to find information or help to assist you during the birth. However, the idea of leaving you alone for several weeks was unbearable.
9. Neuvillette, faced with the unknown of this extraordinary situation, was overwhelmed by a multitude of emotions. Deep inside him, a tenacious hope persisted, that fate would preserve you and the child from any misfortune. The very idea of losing you, of seeing you torn from him too soon, was unbearable. With each passing day, he watched over you with redoubled attention, doing everything in his power to ensure your comfort and safety, while trying to conceal his own fears so as not to add to your stress.
As you waited, every shared moment took on priceless value, every smile, every tender gesture turned into a treasure trove of memories to cherish.
10. Your delivery turned out to be an ordeal of an intensity and complexity you'd never imagined, your cries and tears breaking your husband's heart. The pain and loss of blood plunged you into a state of vulnerability you'd never experienced before, causing you to lose consciousness on several occasions.
"It's going to be okay , mon amour, you're strong and brave. You'll make it. Just a little more effort and our child will soon be here with us."
Despite the fear and anxiety, Neuvillette's presence by your side was an unwavering pillar of support. His hand clasping yours, he enveloped you in his love and encouragement, his voice soft and reassuring.
The intervention of Baizhu, Liyue's doctor recommended by the traveler, was crucial. Thanks to his expertise and professionalism, he managed the complications with remarkable efficiency. Neuvillette, using his hydro authority, played an equally vital role, treating life-threatening wounds and using his powers to stabilize your condition. The synergy of their efforts was the determining factor in your survival in this bitter struggle.
The birth of your child, despite the circumstances, marked a moment of pure happiness and relief. When you heard his first cries, a sense of peace and fulfillment came over you, allowing you to finally surrender to rest, your exhausted mind and body taking refuge in sleep.
11. Neuvillette had delicately placed your child beside you, gently brushing your sweat-dampened hair, while his free hand gently enveloped his baby in a peaceful sleep. His gaze was lost in the infinite tenderness he felt for you, a wave of happiness and pride emanating from his whole being. How could he ever make the whole universe understand the beauty he saw in you? The fullness he felt watching you and his child, so serenely asleep under his protection? How could he articulate the immense joy of this deeply human experience of being part of a family? He, the sovereign hydro dragon, was discovering a new and profound humanity, all thanks to... Thanks to your presence in his life.
Somewhere in your dreams, you could hear the gentle sound of a purr...
12. Neuvillette will embody the figure of a father with an exceptionally gentle approach to education. Firm only when necessary, his child will be just like him. With a calm, collected and sometimes distant temperament, the child will learn the essential lessons of dragon heritage from his father. This transmission will be carried out with subtlety and wisdom, enabling the child to understand not only the value, but also the responsibility of his ancestry.
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The moment Neuvillette crossed the threshold of the house, returning from a grueling day at court, he found you fast asleep on the sofa, a soft light illuminating the room and a book resting carelessly on your belly, which was getting rounder by the day. He immediately realized that you'd been up most of the night waiting for him to return. Heaving a weary sigh, he shed his coat, gloves and scarf, then carefully placed your book on the table before lifting you gently into his arms. However, the mere touch of your husband, his warmth, his breath, his presence, was enough to awaken your senses. Blinking against his chest, a sigh of contentment escaped your lips as your gaze met his, imbued with a gentleness and warmth that contrasted so sharply with the man he was when you first met him.
"Ah, there you are at last, my dragon..." A tender smile lit up his face, as he adjusted your position so you could throw your arms around his neck, your lips seeking his in a burst of love.
"I asked you not to wait up for me. You need to rest... Why are humans so stubborn?" Your laughter, light and joyful, invited him to silence as you placed another kiss on his lips, which he received happily.
This one was deeper, more languorous. You needed him. Now... The absence of your dragon weighed so heavily on you that it aroused extravagant thoughts. Neuvillette could feel it... Your growing excitement knotting your belly and moistening that secret place between your thighs...
A rumble vibrated Neuvillette's chest as he deposited you on your bed, lips still linked, tongues struggling against each other for dominance. Your husband's instincts were stronger than anything, and since his companion wanted him so much, then he'd give her anything she wanted...
Who'd have thought it? Beneath this cool, aloof facade lay a passionate lover, expert in the art of thrilling the senses. Neuvillette loved to prepare you for him, burying his face tenderly between your thighs, his tongue fervently caressing your most intimate parts, while your fingers lost themselves with delight in his hair, leading you to heights of voluptuousness.
Dragons, creatures whose mating rituals were rare and dictated solely by the heat cycles of their females, contrasted sharply with humans when it came to sexuality. This discrepancy had initially confused Neuvillette, who couldn't understand why his physical reaction was so spontaneous at the sight of you. Besides, the fact that you were already pregnant should, in theory, have tempered his ardor during this period, shouldn't it? Why, then, did his desire for you intensify at the sight of your round belly? Your condition triggered a deep instinctive response in him...
To demand you. To make you his, even if you were already carrying his offspring...
His ardent thoughts set him ablaze, making him more passionate. He wanted nothing more than to melt into you, claiming your body as his own. His tongue worked you ardently as his fingers explored your innermost recesses, seeking to make you shiver with pleasure. Your moans were a song to his ears, the sound of his name, his true name, slipping between your exquisite lips.
Her eager mouth seized your quivering clitoris, savoring it with exquisite sensuality, while her deft fingers guided you to ecstasy. Your pregnancy amplified your sensitivity, allowing your beloved to lead you with infinite tenderness to the gates of rapture. His phalanges guided you to the end of your orgasm, his mouth tenderly kissing the bulge of your belly. When he brushed his lips against your skin, it was with a gentleness and affection that contrasted with the real urges driving him.
"Darling, I need you... Please..."
Neuvillette, his heart pounding, took a deep breath to calm the ardors that consumed him, eager not to harm you or your child, even if this one was an unborn dragon.
With infinite gentleness, his hand lovingly caressed your body, his lips tracing a tender path from your belly to your breasts, which he covered with kisses and delicate sucks before moving up to your neck and finally your lips. His kiss, at first filled with tenderness, gradually became hot with passion. His teeth nibbled delicately at your bottom lip, begging for more, and when your mouth opened to offer him what he desired, his tongue tasted you with fervor, as if you were the most delicious food in this world.
When he finally unites with you, he takes great pleasure in contemplating you in your entirety. Although your state of pregnancy forces him to deviate from the postures he loves, he knows how to find ways of satisfying his devouring thirst for you. Often, with his back arched in a throbbing motion, he will watch with rapt attention the undulations of your body as his hips fall delicately against yours, eagerly taking in the soft moans that enchant his sensitive hearing. His silver hair cascaded gracefully over you, sublimating the beauty of your beloved dragon. They allowed you to tenderly draw him to you, once again uniting your lips in a passionate kiss.
Neuvillette, moved by a passionate ardor, didn't stay attached to your lips for long, the rhythm of his hips intensifying as your orgasm approached. It was so easy to read you, he thought, as your expressive features and burning moans betrayed the intoxication that overwhelmed you. With a movement tinged with lust, Neuvillette grabbed your thighs and wrapped them greedily around his hips, before rising with a confident gesture, his palms ardently kneading your plump buttocks to give your bodies a more sustained rhythm. His member, coiled deep inside you, caressed that special place that made you lose all composure... He was right: your pregnant state made you undeniably more receptive to his ardors, and certainly more inclined to claim his.
As your orgasm gripped you, your walls fervently embracing his fiery member buried inside you, a guttural growl erupted from Neuvillette's chest. Mating with a dragon could be brutal, and Neuvillette had to do everything in his power not to be overwhelmed. Without your pregnancy, he would have given in to his deepest impulses, sinking his teeth into the delicacy of your neck, his pelvis jerking wildly against yours in search of his climax. But he knew how to curb these impulses, contracting his jaw to better contain his desire, until it poured into you in a guttural roar.
Neuvillette was rarely satisfied with a single turn, and your embraces often dragged on until sleep overtook you. When exhaustion drove you into unconsciousness, Neuvillette would tenderly cleanse you, kissing your bruised flesh while murmuring words of apology to you and the being growing inside your womb. He'd allow himself time to admire you, his fingers grazing the soft nakedness of your body nestled against his. And as his hand caressed the surface of your abdomen, a light tap struck against his palm, tugging a smile from the supreme judge's lips.
It's as if they knew, as if they've been waiting for you to appear before them just as they wish for with all their hearts each nightâŚ
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So upon waking up to not a roof above your head but a huge tree as a calming breeze hits your skin, you weren't sure what to make of it. It's even more baffling when you've finally taken in your surroundings, standing before a statue you can never be mistakenâ
Then you hear a thump from behind you, your heart jumping at the thought that a monster might have seen you & set their target on youâŚTo your surprise, you were greeted with someone clad in green. His cape, hat, highlighted braidsâŚanother thing or more like someone, you can never mistake for anything; The Anemo archon & self claimed bard of Mondstadt himself, Venti. Eyes wide mirroring yours & a half way chewed apple by his feet, forgotten.
The atmosphere was silent, merely the breeze blowing & rustling of leaves could be heard. You were starting to worry, the person before you seemed to be staring at you unblinking.
"HelloâŚ", you started hesitantly, yet it seemed to work in getting him out of his daze.
"O-Oh, hello there!", you could see he was trying to keep his composure, trying to gather back his bearings & cheerful nature.
"I haven't seen you around here before"
You weren't sure what to tell him, where to start or if you should even say anything of what you know. He almost seemed to know you, but at the same time he doesn't, then again of course he didn't. You had been on the other side of the screen all this time, the only face Venti or more less any other character in this world has come face to face with is the traveler of your choosing.
And since he doesn't recognize you, you opted on just playing the part of someone who has lost their way. Maybe when you've earned his trust, he won't think you sounded crazy once you finally tell him your predicament.
"I'mâŚnot sure how I got hereâŚ", and you were telling the truth.
How you had arrived here is unknown to you, you don't have any recollection of what happened before you woke up. it seemed too surreal if you were somehow transported or even reincarnated there like in all those fictions you've consumed back home. Surely this must be another dream of some sort, & that you'll wake up eventuallyâŚ
When Venti decided to take a rest at Windrise that day, a nice juicy apple in hand, the last thing he was expecting was to see someone he's only ever seen through an invisible wall. A barrier that regardless of how hard he tries, even with the help of Dvalin, he can never reach. Even if somehow he did, there was no power in Teyvat, not even Celestia can shatter it so he could finally reach you.
So he had convinced himself that watching you from afar was enough, feeling your presence whenever you returned was sufficient. Yet he knew deep in his heart, he longed for your warmth & wished for the impossible to whoever was willing to listen, to somehow give him even a strand of hopeâŚ
Now here he stood, frozen in his spot, breath hitching as you turned to him. Eyes even more enchanting up close than through the screen. Much more livelier & warmer & beautifulâŚhe can't help but get lost in them.
Venti even feared, well he more so have forgotten to speak, thinking that even a single sound from him would shatter your image before him. If this were a dream or an illusion, he'd stay still for as long as eternity to just keep you there.
However, he realized that was not the case. Not when he heard that familiar melodic voice of yours, clear as crystals with nothing filtering the sound to reach his ears. The wind easily carried it to him & he knew, you were actually there. You were real. He had to hold himself back from reaching you, to finally feel the warmth he longed for so longâŚ.in fear of overwhelming you. He'd have to be patient. For now.
Venti could tell instantly that you recognized him, to him it was easy to see. But even he was no mind reader, from the slight shift of emotion in your eyes he could tell something was bothering you yet you held back from telling him. Maybe, similar to himself, you were still awestruck. Still trying to process your unexpected meeting. At the thought alone, he decides to give you time. He's sure that once you are ready, once you've come to terms with it & are comfortable. You'll go to him.
Venti knows you'll seek him out, you always do. Even if it's for guidance or just to share your stories. Not just because the traveler does so in-game, but because he can hear your gleeful exclamation, & see how your eyes light up whenever he appears.
He is well aware that he is your comfort archon, your favourite archon. Your best friend & confidant, as you've once said & he has always kept your words close to his heart.
"Hm, so you don't know how you got hereâŚThen how about we head into the city first? We'll get you something to eat, and we'll go from there!"
Hi! I'm kinda new here but I was hoping to leave a request or at least something to chew on. So there's this genshin sagau where the reader has a bit of a language barrier with the other characters and I was wondering if that translated over to the Linked Universe as well? Like imagine the boys finding this random person with different clothes, accessories, and they talk in a language never before heard of? What are they, some kind of eldritch being? Meanwhile reader recognizes them obviously but frustratingly can't express any feelings asides from base concepts! Man.
Some funnies include; reader voicing more thoughts out loud now that no one can really understand them and reader eventually learning the language and getting a really sick accent out of it.
That's all my tired brain can think of atm so I bid you adieu. Have a good rest of your day :)
First Official Request!! :D oh and its amazinggg, ooOOO a language barrier AU, genshin? hm wonder who wrote that
Reader wasnât specified and ive adopted masc!reader as the normal over here, so masc reader it is đ
Sun:Â Masc/Male Reader (âyouâ/he/him)
Orbit:Â EXTRA LONG Headcanons-ish/scenarios SORRY đ, Language Barrier AU my beloved
so for the sake of even funnier confusion, lets say the boys kinda missed u falling thru a portal, and instead just see the portal, and it disappears w/nothing coming out
(bc u obv are a competent person and clearly recognize the giant horse head stable from Breath of the Wild and went inside, like to orient urself, u will NOT be a Y/N damsel in distress đ)
the boys had already been heading to that stable to sleep for the night, and needless to say, u nearly have a fit LMAO
first, the Hero of Time walks in, then the Link from Hyrule Warriors, then from Linkâs Awakening? Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom Link?? Wind Waker Link, Four Sword Link??? The original Legend of Zelda Link-!!!!
well at least u arent the only weirdly dressed person there
(well, u arent weird looking for the hylians in the stable, theyre used to this weird shit, but the Chain of heroes on the other handâŚ)
they get to observing their bunkmates for the night, subtly squinting at you, then turning to talk to each other, and slowly every link gets made aware of ur prescense, u didnt think u stood out that bad..
it also quickly becomes obvious to every traveler in the stable that you either cant speak, or wont speak, as when ur exchanging money for rupees at the front desk, the owner is accommodating with you by pointing and grunting and ur just nodding and pointing back
well, its not like when u first greeted the guy u understood even a single thing the guy said, it sounded like some sub-dialect of Japanese or something
u had realized earlier with horror that the game was staying true to its creators, and that most likely everyone spoke a special version of Japanese and ur English ass was abt to be so lonely and confused đ
Wars/Time/Sky/Four in particular clearly noticed u exchanging all ur currency, as u can see them whispering or glancing at you occasionally as u pocket ur now little green gems the size of coins, rather than strip of paper
and the boys move on in the morning, and its acc torture for u bc u had no idea how to even begin to quell their suspicions enough to let you travel along with them
u think u could say u came out a portal, but.. how would tell them that? drawing pictures in the dirt?? đ
and this just keeps happening.
even when u just try to admire from a distance or even outright just leave them to it and go off to explore Hyrule (as safe as u could after acquiring a weapon and some more clothes)
but its like fate (or maybe Hylia tbh) wants u to run into these legendary heroes (both kinda in ur world and definitely here)Â constantly
after the stable u manage to run into them in Kakariko Village, which wasnt crazy bc u needed more supplies, and it was the nearest town to the stable
ur sure they noticed, but u outright avoided them out of paranoia or making them paranoid u were following them, and u definitely saw who you thought was the hero of the Four Sword whisper about u as u walked by, not that u caught much
but youâd started to recognize some Japanese words! âŚand tbh anime is the only reason for that, something definitely like âwatch, himâ đ
which rlly didnt make u feel any better, and u avoided them even harder, u bought a map, so u made sure to head in the opposite direction of them out of, lets be honest, kinda lowkey fear of what theyd do if they thought u were stalking them
but despite u trying to actively go away from them, either you, or them, would show up everywhere the other went,
you passed by Wind playing in the water in Zoraâs Domain,
Twilight riding Epona around the plains in Central Hyrule, Sky hanging laundry outside Wildâs house in Hateno
Honest-to-fucking-god seeing Wars, Wild, and Legend all crossdress to sneak into Gerudo village- u cant fucking escape them-
and the worst part is, you cant understand anyone, other than some basic words atp đ
its as the Chain come from a path that merges onto yours on the way to Rito Village when Legend snaps first
Youâre not even surprised, tbh it was more surprising it took them so long đ
Wars joins in, giving you a confused look, before talking to the group at large, most of which have their hands near their weapons, but dont look that inclined to use them, thank the fucking gods or whoever rules over Hyrule-
why has Hylia forsaken you. what did you do to not receive some sort of fancy natural translator power in ur brain or something after getting portaled here, its the least she could do for fucks sake- talking to someone in a diff. language is SO much harder than just listening to them to understand what theyre saying-
you desperately try to recall the words people have said at stables and whatnot when introducing themselves, before they realized you couldnt speak the same language
(âUh⌠ăă ăżăĄăă ăŤă¨âŚ and Iâm not following youâŚă¨ăăăăâ)
you just try to say ur name and then say sorry LMAO đ
Nearly every Link is staring at you bug-eyed in shock, confusion, and understanding all at once
the Chainâs attitude changes pretty quick after that, and they quickly connect the dots after, yes, u do a drawing of a portal in the dirt đ
u gather from the few words u can get that it was indeed magic (probably Hylia) that kept shortcutting you and the group of heroes together over and over again
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she can move your position in space time and yet she cant get u an auto-translator after being forced to be here.
(in the middle of u drawing to communicate Hyrule manages to understand the gist of what you meant by that and laughs)
the Chain are quick to be very accomdating, Wars/Sky/Wild all offering to try and better teach u their language, but in return they want to learn yours?
actually, that was smth u noticed pretty early on in the ensuing weeks of travel, was the fascination they had w/English and ur voice??
Wind constantly rambled at you and poked and smiled at you to try and get you to ramble back, and after getting more comfortable around them,
u start to talk like they cant understand a word ur saying, which is entirely accurate, and you notice some like to lean in when you talk, or respond with humming/saying smth like u can understand, or even just gesture for u to keep going
Four/Time/Legend?? surprisingly/Hyrule/Twilight like when u get rlly talkative like ur having a one-sided convo w/them all the time, and they constantly are looking at you poinetedly to hear u narrate whatever ur doing or give a response whenever they same something at you (Rulie/Four/Twi/ and sometimes Time, (and he turns away but Legend too) give a little smile whenever you ramble)
Wild is Very Interested in your langauage, bc the Zora, Rito, Gerudo, and Gorons all had their native tongue that he ended up learning, and so he constantly makes notes to try and decipher some of what ur saying in English
he lights up anytime ur able to successfully tell him another something abt it, like the alphabet, or grammar or structure etc
they seem to pay attention esp in the mornings or late at night? ur not sure why until Wind both draw pictures and tries to get the general idea to you to explain
smth abt ur voice being nice? deep? but theirs do that too? u dont get it, but thank him anyway
they also help u out at markets, keep out of trouble w/locals, and other misc tasks that need some language help
everythings going great, the Chain trusts you, ur getting better at their language every day, and bc English is one of the hardest languages to learn in the world, theyre slowly getting some of urs!
it isnt until ur camping out in the Temple of Time when things get weird again
Not only is there English carved into the walls, which u read as the Chain give u âexplain nowâ looks and u communicate that the rlly ancient looking script they may or may not be able to read is, in fact, the written version of ur language-
but then another portal opens, and thereâs sentences wrapped around the edges, which are fully in English too.
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* = hint: JIS
So i love ciphers for language barrier AUs, so have a cypher! have fun decoding it if u like, but donât worry abt translating it, as its purposefully not important for u to enjoy this :)
JFC IM SO SORRY AB THE LENGTH I WROTE THIS FROM MIDNIGHT TO LIKE 1:30 AM- UGH sometimes this happens when i get on a scenario kick, SORRY đđ
also so sorry abt late reply! at least i already established im slow w/u guys so ig its not a huge surprise đ
tysm for the request it was such a fun idea to write abt :D
i also like genshin, just a little bit u could say, so it was cool to see this carryover across fandoms lol
language barrier is so versatile, could be angst, crack, etc. so that makes sense
content warnings!: sagau, yandere themes, some ooc for the harbingers, cult au, original sagau (reader teleported into genshin), gn!reader
âĽThe fatui are the ones to fear. The enemy, the antagonists, but, even then youâve always taken a liking to them. the heartbreaking stories of the harbingers, the motive of the tsaritsa and even the short world quests of the Fatui agents.
âĽIt was a faraway dream for you, and anyone else to meet the harbingers. They were fictional of course! So⌠what exactly do you do when you wake up in the shining walls of the Zapolyarny Palace?âŚ
that doctor. dottore. he always prayed upon you in his experiments, hoping they were successful as can be. a man of ice they would call him. but naturally, heâd bow to you. How utterly ironic the man that wants to detest the seven would bow to you. though, you were the light that guided him throughout all of those tireless nights filled with despair. as did you with everyone else. so itâs only natural, right?
so if you could see under that mask youâd see nothing but amazement and respect towards you. iâd bet money on him removing his mask if you wished him to. heâd halt any experiment, any mission, all for you. technically he could say that itâs.. a way of worshiping you, yes? not even her majesty the tsaritsa deserves an ounce of the worship he gives to you on a daily.
tartaglia, or childe as we know, weâve all met him! you understand donât you? heâs nothing but loyal, following you around like a guard dog, taking whatever praises he could get out of you!. except. it was all through a wall. a wall he couldnât break.. you could only think about his reaction to you here. here! right in front of him! The light that guided him through the abyss, the reason for living! you.!
all of his life, until you was pure darkness, you gave him the push he needed! the blood he sheds is all in the name of sacrifice for you. the effort, the tears, the lives, all for you! so please treat him kindly! all he wants is your love and heâll do anything to get it! although, donât push him too hard, wonât you grant him the mercy oh kind, enchanting creator?
pantalone. that banker with his smile, his words, sugarcoated for others, but pure sickeningly sweet honey for you. he bought the most expensive gifts for you, diamonds, sapphires, rubies, all that you could imagine. his demeanor to many is nothing but fake, sugar coated lies to make them shut up. but.. you. you were different. you had the one thing he searched for all his life; warmth from this mean, cold world.
your heart was pure gold. at least, as he saw it. nothing heâd seen before. your presence was unexpected, yes, but he secretly hoped that you wouldnât leave. all he wishes for is to bask in your ever so divine presence. although, yes you deny any sort of yourself being a god. he brushes it off as just a simple test of loyalty, it pushes him more to keep accommodate you to the best of his abilities so you feel the need to stay. oh dear what have you gotten yourself caught into?
with his act of.. er. of trying to understand divine knowledge. scaramouche had missed your first appearance. He felt guilty, and more so angry. not at you of course, but at himself. do not fear. heâll be back, after hearing the news about your return to teyvat, heâll be running back like the puppet he is. afterall, you are his true creator.
he might beg for forgiveness, or he might just bow, no matter whoâs he is in front of, heâs at your beck and call. and the others respect that, one thing they can all agree with is you. after all, this is just the bare minimum of what they will and can do for you. he just wants you as much as everyone else. being one of the lucky ones meeting you first in the story, he got self awareness sooner than the others.Â
arlecchino, weâve heard of her i'm sure. her loyalty to the tsaritsa is⌠questionable. although to you, itâs undeniable. something that the others may have a more difficult time of letting go of would be nothing but childâs play for her. she holds no true loyalty for the tsaritsa. and her majesty probably knows so, though she does nothing, because she knows how much you love arlecchino. to upset you would be a death wish.
so being able to see you in all your light and glory was eye-opening for her, looking back she never understood how she couldâve lived without you. as a child she dreamed of meeting you in person, now itâs finally happening! even a regular person could see it in her eyes. oh her eyes! how beautiful they are, sheâs heard about you denying being the creator of teyvat, the god of gods, the beginning and the end, oh how she could go on and on! but, going forward, there is no reason to deny the absolute truth your grace!
âWake up.â a gentle voice whispers.
A shame, you were having the best dream.
A bed, unknown at the least, although it was comfortable. It felt safe, oddly enough. Laying on your mattress, it was lined with white silken sheets, the soft smell of lavender filling your nose, it had the softest place youâve ever slept on. it felt.. Unfamiliar.Â
Ah well, might as well keep sleeping. Maybe your bed was just extra comfortable today..
Wait
Muffled speaking outside the door, the whispers were untranslatable. In a foreign language you guessed. Observing your space, you realized you were in a large room, palace-like, the soft crackle of the fireplace to your left seemed to be the only warmth of the room. not your own room, or even house to say so. It was cold, but beautiful.
Oh! Of course. You must still be dreaming haha. Why else would you be here? Might as well just go back to sleep and wake up. right?
Which is what you do, but the horror of finding out you couldn't, you tried everything you could.. In the span of 3 minutes you tried, going back to sleep, pinching yourself, closing your nose, then just closing your eyes really, really hard.
But, none of those worked, so it must be.. you were actually here. In real life. D-did you get kidnapped? Oh my god you got kidnapped! You have to find a way out, itâs just like those wattpad fanfictions!- holy crap your-
*creeek*
âYour grace? ah, youâre awake. Is everything alright? You gave us quite the scare there. Hmmh.â an all too familiar face.
Staring in awe, realization settles in. Wait⌠WAIT. That's Pantalone, from genshin impact?? this can't be real! And did he just say âyour graceâ is he talking about you??
âW-wait? huh? Where am I? and, what do you mean âyour graceâ â you can only imagine what you look like right now.
âYouâre in the Zapolyarny Palace in Snezhnaya of course. and why else would I be calling you your grace? you are the creator of Teyvat. Though, if you prefer another name, I'll be happy to oblige. â a soft smile rises to his face.Â
Gosh.. his voice is so euphonious. He walks closer to check your temperature, removing his glove and placing a hand on your temple.Â
âSeems like your fever is gone.â his smile deepens. Dimples.
And before you can say anything someone else walks in.
All and behold another harbinger, Tartaglia!
âYou seem to be getting comfortable. You were sent back to check on their grace, not to hog their attention.â the ginger says.
Flabbergasted, jaw probably hitting the floor, you still cannot understand what in the world is going on.
Pantalone turns to him. âTheir graceâs fever has gone down. Iâm just doing my duty, no need to be jealous.â his oh so perfect banker smile is put back on, but it seems a little less genuine towards Tartaglia.
âUhm.. excuse me? But I think you have the wrong person, I'm in no way a god, just a regular person, also, what is happening??!â
the two stare at you, then each other, and back at you again, and then stare at each other.
âAh... It seems as if the fever has contracted memory loss. Alert the second about this Tartaglia. Other than that. I will help their grace meet the others. maybe that will run their memory right.â
Tartaglia opens his mouth, but whatever he has to say never comes out, curiosity of what he was planning to say plagues you. Though he walks out before the thought can get any further. Heâs most likely going to Dottore as told by the ninth.
âNow your grace, I understand your confusion, but let's go to the others. and I'm sure Her Majesty the Tsaritsa would just be delighted to know you are awake.â
a small nod comes from you, excitement spreads through your body, oh my gosh oh my gosh!! Youâre going to be meeting The Harbingers and The Cryo Archon!! Although, it seems you're unable to look at the bigger picture of what your story has in store for you.
Earlier tonight: A handful of Series 7.2 DVDs accidentally shipped, if you promise to keep a secret, weâll release special footage of the Tenth and Eleventh Doctors
UPDATE because apparently not everyone has seen this yet the new and improved version of this is a MEGA folder: https://mega.nz/folder/kQBXHKwA#-osWRLNCXAsd62ln8wKa8w
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