neptune

currently applying to be neuvillette’s secretary

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eau de parfum

what genshin men smell like!

ft. lohen, neuvillette, wriothesley

L o h e n .

smells like the windwheel asters by the Mondstadt streams, lingering with sharp spearmint that causes one become wide awake. His preference in citrus leaning fragrances fails to balance his biting coolness, further accentuating the bite like an unforgiving winter breeze.

Many suggested him to switch up his parfum, to the extent of even gifting him ones with warmer notes, but he sprays double the amount of parfum as a response.

N e u v i l l e t t e .

smells like the soft ocean breeze. A stride is all it takes from him for you to catch a subtle hint of vanilla, roasted seashells and white sandalwood. Many are curious of his exquisite taste in fragrances, yet he rarely applies any. (All of the melusines agree he just smells nice).

The Iudex isn’t particularly a fond of parfum user, but understands the formality associated with it, especially as a public facing figure.

W r i o t h e s l e y .

always wears cologne. People in the Fortress of Meropide agree that he smells intense with quiet determination, alike the way he runs the place. His signature cologne features strong notes of leather, musk and cardamom, its grittiness is a reminder of his past. Yet the melusines catch a mellow cinnamon undertone many fail to notice.

He always leaves his cologne on his desk and whenever it goes missing, the next minute, bottle is back to its original place. (Don’t ask him what he did to the perpetrators.)

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a small request

testing your luck to see if neuvillette will let you comb his hair

fluff // gn!reader // not proofread. wc: 292

“neuvillette, can i brush your hair?”

the man in question halts, his hands still hovering near the handle of the teacup. through long sips of tea, he hides his bewilderment poorly. your glimmering eyes meet in the corner of his, awaiting his reply.

neuvillette’s thin lips linger on the rim of the teacup a bit longer than usual, as he bites down the growing temptation to agree.

clearing his throat, he politely declines, fully prepared to provide various reasons, “darling, there is no reason for you to brush my hair, it is inappropriate for-“

“what’s so inappropriate for me, your lover, to brush your hair?” you quickly interjected as you shuffled closer till your shoulders touched.

he tears his eyes away from you, eyes lowering, a habit you seemed to find out quite quickly in your relationship whenever he was embarrassed.

grabbing him by the wrist and his eyes dart back to meet yours. “please?”

his eyes of purple and pink wavers, like he always does whenever you ask him for a harmless favour, corners of his sharp ears tinge with pink. surrendering, “go ahead, although i don’t seem to understand the intention behind it. is this what humans deem as affection?”

“oh neuvillette, you’ll soon understand.” with a sneaky grin. you’ve won this time.

the comb runs smoothly down his soft hair (but you don’t tell him how it feels like an arm workout). the silence is comforting as he focuses on the lingering touch of your fingers running through his hair. humming as he leaned back, it makes him realise he enjoyed it more than expected.

“sit straight” you huff, “i can’t have the Iudex show up with half combed hair.” his warm chuckles fill the room as the two bask under the sun filtered window.