Neuvillette x gn!reader, Neuvillette angst no comfort
An : Neuvillette my husband came home~
[and I came too^_^]
Summary: He remembered but didn’t know everything, really. And he quite hated that.
Word count: 1406
Maturity rating: >18 [MINORS MAY READ :3]
Warnings: Angst, I guess a bit tiring to read, injustice, problems with the legal systems
RULES ARE MEANT TO BE BROKEN
DAYS TILL CHRISTMAS!!!!🥳🥳🥳🥳💯💯💯💯💪💪💪💪😋😋😋💙💙💙💙💙💙💙
Can a judge be convicted?
Can a criminal give order?
Chaos is just the dark end of judgement.
"There can be no order without 'it'"
What a bittersweet memory that was, filled with broken promises and shattered bonds.
Neuvillette stared down at Fontaine below him, light illuminating the shape of every building under a crescent moon.
The fountain of Lucine shimmered under the light, ripples in the water almost forming the silhouette of a human.
Of you.
No, what was he thinking? You hair was much messier than the one in the water. Your body was much taller. This-that wasn't you.
Or maybe it was.
Not that he'd now who you became, after all.
"Right, Neuvillette? Did I get that?"
"...Yes."
"Okay Mr., Geez. Am I ready to help you carry your burden of saving Fontaine now?"
"...You always have been."
"Not what you said last time."
"Apologies."
"Your so uptight! I was kidding. Did you really believe me!?"
"No. But I do believe you'd be quite upset if I showed my knowledge of that."
"Awww...aren't you sweet? So considerate and husband material!"
"Don't tease me."
“Your lucky grumpy, stoic men are my type!”
“Your making this awkward!”
--
Neuvillette walked along the streets of the Court of Fontaine as rain lightly drizzled around him. He didn't see the need for an umbrella, as usual, ignoring the mystified glances of the people around him.
Young melusines waved at him was he walked by excitedly, greeting him with a warm smile. It truly made him happy that the melusines held him with such admiration in their eyes.
He waved back at the small creatures, the smallest of smiles gracing his lips.
It reminded him of a child to their parents.
"Melusines are so cute, aren't they!?"
"Indeed they are. True treasures of Fontaine."
"Awww...look at their ears! Hey! Hey! Can I pet you even a little, pretty please~?"
"Y/n-"
"A-ah! Ofcourse you can Ms.!"
"See Neuvi? Asking is better than taking the immediate 'no'."
"I see. Though of course I know that since I asked you, mhmm?"
"Yep! No connection though-AW! Your so soft! Your ears are so smooth too! Do you have skincare!?"
"..."
"No Ms. I'd be happy to help you with your morning routine someday though!"
"Neuvillette, I think I love melusines almost as much as you!"
"Hm. Perhaps-"
"Perhaps we can think of them like our children now!?"
"...if they allow it."
“Why wouldn’t they? I’d be a great mother!”
“…I have decide not to comment on that.”
--
Neuvillette sat alone. Paperwork stacked high on his table as he worked tirelessly, reading and signing documents of meager to high importance. In truth, he hadn't had a proper rest in months, but with the new uprising in cases, he had been more busy than usual.
'Scandalous! Lady Furina reported-"
"The Duke of Meropide caught-"
"The Iudex seen-"
Rumours had gotten more fabricated recently. It was sad how Neuvillette hardly had any idea how to deal with managing the publics words. No, that was your job.
Was.
"Whaat!? Neuvillette! Neuvillette! Did you hear about-"
"Y/n. Don't speak too loudly please."
"Oh. Er-Right! Did you hear about the scandal!? That daughter of the famous actor fell in love with a thief!"
"Really? How interesting. Love does have its ways."
"I met her before! She seemed really refined and elegant. I was so surprised!"
"Is there proof for this so-called scandal?"
"Yep! I saw them!"
"Hm. I see. Why is this so interesting to you?"
"...Uhm...because it's news. Is there something uninteresting about it...?"
"No. Not at all. Apologies, but I have some work to finish. Would you mind...?"
"Ack! Sorry, my bad, I forgot your officially a judge and Iudex now haha…you must be busy!."
--
Neuvillette was seated on his dining table, eating his normal dinner. He quietly took a drink of water, then passed it to the only other seat on the table. He was static for a few moments, letting his breaths echo through the silent room before taking the goblet away from the empty seat. “I shall drink, then.” He murmured to no one in particular.
Neuvillette missed the days where you would sit across him, telling stories about your recently acquired gossip or ranting about a co-worker. Then his halls were filled with laughter and liveliness.
Not this all-consuming silence.
“Ooo! Ooo! Right! I remember! Do you recall that boring bitchass-“
“Ack! Sorry. As I was saying though! Remember the boring, emo, lame co-worker who thinks he’s the main character from one of those Yae publishing house books!?”
“Yes. You talk about him nearly daily.”
“Haha…I guess so…! Anyyywayz! Basically his girlfriend broke up with him and it was revealed he was an abuser! He used his money to pay for silence! And domestic abuse was the least of his crimes!”
“Hm? I have not heard of this. Do you know his name?”
“Uh… P….something. I don’t know.”
“…Is something bothering you Neuvillette…? You seem…distant.”
“Uh huh…girly, of your going through-“
“Do not refer to me like that, please.”
“Fiine. If you tell me whats wrong.”
“There is nothing wrong, y/n.”
--
Neuvillette sat on his seat in the courtroom, a man accused of the severe crime of murder layed down below him. The man yelled excuses and screamed in denial, claiming such unrealistic stories that Neuvilette couldn’t help but feel disgusted with this man’s audacity.
“I have told you. You are guilty. There is no doubt. All the evidence-“
“You’re just biased! You just don’t believe I could be innocent so you don’t look at the evidence with a clear mind! Whatever ‘justice’ you judge it with it just pessimism!” The man screamed, resisting any attempts at restraining him. The man’s face was filled with desperation, either for the truth of for a lie.
“…I look at it fairly. I am the Iudex. I am not wrong.” Neuvillette replied coldly, looking down upon him apathetically. His eyes glimmered with a hint of tiredness and exasperation, clearly wanting this case to finish.
“If it was your lover you would have looked deeper! You’d have read it over twice! You’d have-“
“Do not bring her into this. I will punish you even harsher for any attempt to soil her memory.” He shot him down immediately, glaring.
How dare this…this…
His jaw tightened as he had to mentally restrain himself to give a life sentence. This man deserved it for his disrespect though. Tsk…
Must he constantly deal with these desecraters?
You were a special case to him.
And it didn’t matter anyway how much he reread and went over the case.
It didn’t change anything how much he had desperately scoured for evidence to your innocence.
You were declared guilty in the end, despite his efforts.
Just like this idiotic man’s case.
The man was obviously intimidated by the sudden yet expected show of defensiveness.
“The justice system is flawed, Neuvillette!” He yelled, raising his voice as he jerked away from the guards restraining him. They were obviously already struggling with his continued resistance. Neuvillette decided it wise to get this over with already.
“…You are loud.” Neuvillette turned to the audience infront of him, glaring authoritatively, “This is fruitless. The accused is guilty. The punishment will be as is-40 years in the fortress of Meropide.” The crowd cheered, not one protesting against the rule of the judge. The man was forcibly dragged away by the guards, his pleas and curses drowned by the roaring voices filling the court.
But Neuvillette did look into it.
Perhaps he was just rattled by the fact you were brought up by the accused.
Not even Neuvillette saw the truth.
So now the man who’s name he didn’t bother to learn was sentenced to the next years of his life in prison.
And Neuvillette didn’t know where he would go after that. Neuvillette didn’t even know if he would be recognizable after the hardship.
If he would even live through it.
Yet this judge was duty-bound to let himself drown in that ignorance yet again.
“If he didn’t perhaps some memory would have flashed through his mind again.”
