Genshin Impact Marked by the Sea
Summary: In which Neuvillette is your soft husband, a loving one with some dragon tendencies.
or, here are snippets of a domestic dragon husband.
Pairing: Neuvillette x GN! Reader!
Note: Going through my drafts and yes, I had a Genshin phase
Warning: Lots of fluff >.< because we love our hydro dragon sovereign.
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“You’re staring again,” you murmur sleepily.
Every morning, you wake up to long white messy hair on your face and sometimes, even purrs coming from your beloved husband.
Neuvillette tightens his arms around your waist.
“I’m simply…appreciating.”
“You’re very clingy for someone who acts like the world’s most composed man in public,” you tease, turning in his arms.
He presses his face into your neck.
“You’re the only place I feel at peace.”
Your fingers comb gently through his hair.
A soft whine escapes him.
“Stay with me a little longer.”
“Love, you have to go now.” You managed to sit up and let out a small yawn. You eyed the clock, and realized that it’s time to get ready for the day.
“Must we get up?”
Neuvillette’s voice was muffled against your hip, arms still around your waist.
You laughed, gently tugging him upright.
“You’re the Chief Justice. Pretty sure pajamas aren’t court-appropriate.”
You quickly pull him out of bed and help him wash his face and teeth. Help him clean up and look like the respectable Chief Justice everyone knows.
He blinked at you, bleary-eyed, letting you button his shirt.
“Now arms up.”
He obeyed, now a bit more awake, but his head thunk on your shoulder.
“You’re too good to me.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” you teased, guiding him to the kitchen.
He sat, still drowsy, while you went to make a quick breakfast. His eyes lit up the moment he saw the carefully packed lunch.
“You made soup again…” he murmured, picking up his spoon.
“You know me too well.”
You peck his cheek.
“Someone has to make sure you eat something that isn’t stressful.”
Neuvillette caught your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
“I don't know I would do without you.” You raised a brow.
“Dramatic.”
“Truthful,” he said, giving you that soft look that made your chest ache.
“I’d be lost without you.”
You poured him water, leaning in close.
“Good thing I’m not going anywhere then.”
He hummed, content, and smiled softly.
“Thank you.”
The courtroom echoed with voices, petitions, disputes, and lies dressed as truths.
Neuvillette listened, silent and unreadable as always, yet the weight of it pressed heavily on him today.
Humans, no feelings are difficult to understand for Neuvillette.
During a short break, he retreated to his office. He didn’t expect peace, but when he opened the simple wooden box you'd prepared for him that morning, the tightness in his chest eased.
Carefully arranged: poached fish, soup, soft rice, steamed greens. And nestled beside it, a folded note.
“Don't forget to eat. And breathe. I’ll be waiting for you at home.”
You’d drawn a little doodle of him, half-asleep with his hair floofed.
He stared at it for a long moment. Then, slowly, a smile touched his lips.
He took a bite of the fish. Light, clean. Just the way he liked it. His heart unclenched, if only a little.
You always knew what he needed before he did.
He tucked the note back into his coat pocket, among the many others.
Then he returned to the courtroom, still weary, but a little steadier.
You found him hunched over his desk, buried in paperwork. Rain tapped on the windows like it was echoing his mood.
Silently, you walked up behind him and wrapped your arms around his shoulders.
"...You always find me,” he murmured after a pause, voice tight. “Even when I don’t want to be found.”
“You don’t really mean that,” you whispered, resting your cheek against him.
When it got late, you knew Neuvillette was stuck at work, being the workaholic he is.
He didn’t argue. Just exhaled shakily, fingers clutching a paper like it had wronged him personally.
“Why are they like this?” he asked. “Humans. So much… cruelty and lies.”
You held him tighter. You knew sometimes these cases could be too much to listen to, after all, people only go to court for frustration, guilt and confessions.
“Because we’re messy. But we’re capable of kindness too. You don’t have to understand all of it. You just have to be you.”
“But I’m not human,” he said, looking up at you. “How can I judge them if I don’t understand them?”
For a moment, you hesitated because you remembered the time he told you about his true identity, but even then, you never cared for it because you truly loved this man dragon from the moon and back.
“You don’t need to be them to care,” you said gently, brushing his hair back.
“You’re already doing more than most. That’s enough.”
A deep breath before he turns in his chair and buried his face into your chest.
You didn’t speak. Just stroked his hair, kissed his temple, and held him.
“…Thank you,” he whispered. Then he tipped you down and you let him. He kissed you, slow, tender, like you were sunlight and he hadn’t seen the sky in days.
When he finally pulled back, he glanced toward the window.
“…The rain stopped,” he said, almost in disbelief. You smiled, running a finger along his jaw.
“Told you. You just needed to let someone hold you for a while.”
He smiled, really smiled, and leaned in for one more kiss.
“My heart listens to you more than it does me.”
Another day, another migraine as you would sometimes say.
"Neuvi, you need a vacation."
He had meant to protest, he always did, but the look in your eyes had silenced him more effectively than any decree. It wasn’t disappointment or frustration.
It was care. Concern. Love.
He sat at the edge of the bed, fingers absently tracing the letter you had slipped into his coat earlier. He unfolded it now, reading your familiar handwriting:
“You are allowed to rest, Love. You are allowed to be more than the Chief Justice. Let me take care of you.”
He closed his eyes.
For centuries, he had carried so much.
Dignity. Duty. Distance.
And yet you, gentle, persistent, loving you, had chipped away at his solitude like water to stone, reshaping him with kindness.
Perhaps...just this once...
He let out a slow breath. And then, deliberately, he stood, walking to the open balcony.
The moon was dim tonight, and the streets were empty except the automatons guarding the city. With one smooth motion, he shifted, scales rippling over his skin, horns glinting, wings unfurling into the night air.
A dragon once more. It felt liberating despite only showing his half dragon form.
And as he looked down at the palace below, a deep, low growl rose in his throat. He wanted to take you far away from this place.
From politics. From judgment. From all the noise.
He wanted to keep you close. Closer than ever.
He took to the skies and took a deep breath.
Perhaps...a vacation has been long overdue.
After months of court and chaos, Neuvillette finally, finally, listened to you.
You had never been so excited as you pulled out your notes and forgotten plans of just hanging out without work looming over your heads. Still, you wanted it to be relaxing for your dragon husband because you wanted this to be all about him!
He deserves rest and you would make sure he gets spoiled! The first thing you did was just take him away from the palace and into the Fontaine wilderness, where it would just be you, him, and the sea.
What you didn’t expect was to see Neuvillette showing off in his half dragon form.
You watched as he shifted, wings unfurled, silver-blue scales gleaming in the sun, and you swore you saw him breathe for the first time in weeks.
No courtroom. No robes.
Just Neuvillette, in all his dragon majesty, curling his massive body around you in a protective sprawl.
“You’re hovering,” you teased when he kept nuzzling you every time you moved an inch too far.
A low, rumbling growl vibrated through his chest.
“You wandered out of sight for two minutes.”
“You sound like you were ready to drown someone.”
“I was.”
Each day, he softened. The weight on his shoulders lightened.
You massaged the tension from his back, whispered reassurances into his neck, and watched him melt under your touch.
But as the days passed, something changed. His touches grew bolder. His gaze lingered longer.
At night, in human form again, he’d pull you close, hands trembling just slightly.
“Tell me I’m allowed this,” he murmured once, voice rough and low as his fingers trailed your spine.
“Tell me I can want you.”
“You’re allowed everything, Neuvi,” you whispered against his lips. “Especially me.”
He kissed you slowly, starting off with gentle kisses before turning desperate, with whispered promises.
By dawn, you lay tangled together beneath his draped wing. His breath is warm at your nape. His arm locked around your waist.
“You’re not letting go, are you?” you murmured, half-asleep.
A hum.
“Never.”
You could say the same.
The sky was streaked with pink when you tugged Neuvillette’s hand.
“Beach walk,” you said. “Doctor’s orders.”
He let you lead him, fingers laced with yours, quiet as ever, but relaxed. Peaceful.
The sea air suited him. Personally, you liked that he was out of his “judge” outfit, and in a more shirt and pants.
Then you spotted them.
“Otters!” you gasped, pointing excitedly at the group rolling around in the surf. One, in particular, caught your eye, blue-gray fur, an almost regal posture, and sharp eyes surveying the world.
You burst into laughter, as you quickly led Neuvillette to them.
“Wait, look! That one looks just like you.” Neuvillette blinked.
“You think I look like an otter?” You nodded as you looked back and forth.
“Same dignified vibe. Same colours. Same mysterious energy. Very composed. Very you.”
He gave you the most bewildered expression.
“I...see.”
You giggled and crouched near the water’s edge, where the otters now swarmed, squeaking little “kyu” noises as they playfully nuzzled you.
Neuvillette stayed behind, watching. Silent. Still.
One of the otters nestled into your lap, eyes closed in bliss. You cooed at it.
And he frowned.
“…They’re quite clingy,” he muttered, barely audible.
You looked up.
“Are you… pouting?”
“I am not,” he said, a touch too quickly.
“Merely observing. They seem rather… attached.”
You tilted your head, biting back a smile.
“You are jealous.”
“I am not jealous of an otter,” he said stiffly, before stepping forward and sliding his hand into yours, gently pulling you up and into his side.
You laughed, letting him pull you close.
“Jealous much?”
“I prefer ‘protective.’”
You smiled up at him.
“Don’t worry. No amount of adorable otters could ever take your place.”
He exhaled slowly, brushing a hand through your hair, gaze softening.
“Good.”
Still, you made him take photos with otters anyways.
And now Neuvillette sees it all the time on your nightstand.
While he judges it all the time, you know that Neuvillette could never be mad at otters forever.
One night, you lay on deck beside Neuvillette on a ship. The lakeside is quiet, with the moonlight catching in his eyes, stormy and somehow intense.
What was he thinking about even on vacation?
His fingers traced your skin slowly, pausing at your neck.
“You always touch there,” you whispered.
He leaned in, brushing a kiss to the spot.
“It’s my favorite place,” he murmured. Then softer, with a hint of hesitation.
“May I leave a mark?” Your breath hitched as he leaned over you, staring at you intently, making you feel like you were in the eyes of a dragon.
“A mark?” You asked, breathless.
“A symbol. A promise.” His eyes didn’t waver.
For a moment, you simply stared into his eyes, a little pensive. Neuvillette caught your hesitation but did not falter.
“In dragonkind,” Neuvillette explained softly, “a mark is a symbol, but also a bond. One created from instinct, will, and power. When a dragon marks someone, it means they’ve chosen them as mates.”
“Mates?” You blinked, your heartbeat fluttering.
He nodded. “More than that. It’s a soul-deep tether. A dragon only marks once in their lifetime. Once we do… that bond cannot be undone. No matter time, distance, or circumstance, our hearts remain bound.”
Your lips parted slightly as you looked into his eyes, searching.
“So…you can’t ever choose someone else?”
“No,” he murmured, “Even if you walked away, even if I never saw you again…I would remain yours. That is how dragons love. We don’t fall often. But when we do, it’s forever.”
You were silent for a moment, taking in the weight of his words. Then, with a soft smile, you leaned forward, pressing your forehead against his.
“Forever sounds nice.” You leaned back, exposing your neck to him.
“I trust you.”
You heard him suck in a breath before he swallowed.
“I love you.” You widen your eyes in surprise, he had never said it so explicitly before, which made it all the more special.
He kissed your neck, warmer this time, and whispered something ancient, words that shimmered like falling rain. Then, he bit down, making you shiver and gasp, but he held you close, making sure you felt comfortable yet safe in his arms.
A pulse of hydro energy flowed through you, cool and comforting. You felt it settle, and when he pulled back, a glowing symbol remained, blue and silver, delicate yet powerful.
“It’s done.” He looked so relieved, content and satisfied before kissing the mark again.
You touched it, awed.
“It’s beautiful…”
“So are you,” he said, reverent.
“It binds us. Now and always.” You met his gaze.
“I was already yours.”
“As I am to you,” he said, pulling you close. “But now the world will know too.”
He kissed you then, deep and slow, as if sealing the bond with his very breath.
From that night on, the mark stayed. And every time Neuvillette saw it, his eyes would soften, and he’d kiss it again, like a quiet vow, Mine.