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Neuvifuri been on the brain lately
Neuvillette is agender and Furina supports them wholeheartedly (by making them wear t-shirts with silly gender-related slogans)
Credit goes to my super cool mutual @addicted-to-12th-intro for the drawing idea ! Thank you \(^^)/
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My Dearest Furina
neuvifuri fluff ✧˖°.
word count: 3,085
summary: It's been a quite a few months since Furina has left the Palais Mermonia to live on her own, and her mental health hasn't been the best. But when she receives a letter from her closest friend Neuvillette, she decides it might be time to let her walls down for the person she trusts most.
warnings: tooth rotting fluff, descriptions of mental health medications and intrusive thoughts, they/them pronouns for neuvillette, neuvillette comes out as nonbinary
✧ sfw, fluff, slight hurt/comfort ✧
Furina gazed somberly at the colorful assortment of pills and capsules that speckled the white countertop she stood before. Her knees were weak, and her hands trembled inexplicably as she gripped the sharp edge, tears burning at the backs of her eyes.
The early sun’s rays reflected through the slightly dusty window that faced her on the other side of the counter in her new home. The light gleamed as it passed through the assortment of translucent orange bottles that lay about, the various names written upon them unpronounceable to the average person.
It had been quite a while now, since life had been this way; ever since Furina had lost her archonhood, and she had moved out of the Palais Mermonia, into her own smaller home.
It wasn’t the size of the home that bothered her, though. If she really had to admit it, it was the loneliness that came with it.
The loneliness of not leaving the house.
The loneliness of taking so many medications.
The loneliness of suffering from such awful thoughts.
And of course, the loneliness of being the only one who had to suffer from such curses.
The former Hydro Archon let out a shaky breath, releasing her clenched fists and moving to delicately brush the collection of pills off the kitchen surface and into her other hand. She tilted her head back, forcing the pills into her mouth and taking a sip of water, and then tilting forward, swallowing. Feeling herself gag, she quickly forced down more water, her hands shaking even more than before.
Once she recovered – as she now did twice a day, every day – Furina sank into her kitchen chair, picking up the day’s mail as she wiped her eyes with her free hand.
‘Bills… solicitors… news… catalogs… more bills…’
‘…Wait, what’s this…?’
Furina’s eyes widened as she gave the letter an anxious once-over.
‘I’d recognize that stationary anywhere.’
The ticklish burning sensation of unwarranted panic raced through her veins as she tore the envelope open, pulling out the heavy-weighted, satiny sheet of paper with her perpetually clumsy hands.
My Dearest Furina,
How has life been treating you? It has been quite a number of weeks since the last time we’ve met. It does make me wonder how often you leave your home, and for that I worry significantly.
If you happen to have some extra free time, do feel free to visit the Palais Mermonia whenever you are feeling up to it. I know I, as well as everyone else here, would be delighted to see you again.
I can’t speak for the others, but in my personal opinion, it’s been significantly duller around here without your presence, and I do find myself missing your charisma quite a bit. The halls are rather… empty.
If you can’t make it here in person soon, please at least let me know how you’re doing. As I said before, I worry about you quite a bit.
Most Fondly,
Neuvillette
A drop of water landed on the paper.
Then there was another one.
One after another, dark spots appeared on the smooth, ivory-colored sheet in her grip.
Furina lifted a hand to her face, and felt warm wetness streaking down her cheeks. The paper crinkled slightly in her other hand.
Oh… not again…
‘It seems like Neuvillette really… cares about me…’
He’s just sending me letters to be nice.
‘He’s a really good friend…’
He probably doesn’t miss me at all.
‘I should… go visit him…’
I mean nothing to him.
‘I’m… going to go visit him.’
Furina sat up in her chair. She sniffed loudly, and wiped the remaining tears off her cheeks with her sleeve.
“I’m going to go visit him,” she spoke aloud to herself. Her voice sounded weaker than she remembered.
Furina cleared her throat, and spoke, once again.
“I’m going to go visit Neuvillette.”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Furina sat awkwardly in a chair outside Neuvillette’s office. Her back was very straight, her feet flat on the floor, and her perpetually shaky hands rested in her lap as she nervously twirled her fingers.
After a few minutes, she heard a quiet stumble to her right. Her head snapped instinctively towards the sound, only to find Neuvillette resting his hand on the back of the chair she sat in.
“My apologies,” he spoke as he held his head in his other hand, “It seems I’ve lost my balance… again…”
Furina gave him a small smile. “Dummy… you should be using your cane. And not standing up so fast.”
He raised his head to face her and sighed. “Yes yes, I know, but isn’t it I who should be scolding you for not leaving your house for months on end? Let alone, for not coming here to visit me at all–”
“When did you become so needy?” Furina laughed.
Neuvillette frowned. “I am not needy, I’m just worried about you.”
“Yes, and we all needed a reminder of your massive crush on me after these past months of separation.”
The Chief Justice stood up straight once more, turning to walk towards his office.
“I feel as though you wish to continue this privately?”
Furina stood to follow him, her slightly shaky smile widening a tiny bit, as she could just barely make out from walking behind him that the tips of his ears were slightly tinted pink.
“I don’t see why not.”
・・・・・・・
Furina sank down into the soft, plush couch in Neuvillette’s office; a position she had been so familiar with for such a long time, and yet somehow she hadn’t even realized how much she missed it during the recent time she had been on her own. It almost felt… welcoming.
Neuvillette approached the coffee table, the tray of cakes and tea he held in his hands making delicate clinking noises as his hands trembled. Furina thought about how for as long as she had been friends with the Chief Justice, he had been shaky and clumsy. And although no one else was as lucky as she saw herself to be for getting to know this fact about him, she had never understood before why he was this way.
‘Now I understand… I’m the same way….’
Her typically awkward friend carefully placed the tray down on the table in front of her, then sat down on the couch directly across from her, folding his hands in his lap. Although his actions were in character, he seemed significantly more relaxed than had been for quite some time.
Furina smiled at him, and he gave a small smile back.
“So… I suppose we should start off with the basics,” Neuvillette spoke finally, after a few minutes of the pair staring at each other with blank smiles on their faces.
“How have you been, Furina?”
Furina’s smile stiffened slightly, though she maintained it well.
“Good, good…” She twirled her hands in her lap anxiously. “Yes, I’ve been quite alright.”
The Hydro Dragon’s expression softened as he reached for his glass.
“Are you sure?”
The two of them made eye contact as he took a sip of water.
Furina’s gaze danced about the many objects and furniture that decorated the room.
‘She’s anxious…’
Placing the glass on the table once more, Neuvillette had a concerned expression on his face. “You can tell me what’s going on, you know. I still care about you quite a bit, Furina.”
The former Archon shuffled awkwardly in her seat.
‘Should I just tell him what’s going on…?’
Of course not, he doesn’t really care about you.
‘I don’t want to listen to these thoughts anymore…’
Nobody will ever understand you.
‘Maybe… maybe I'd feel better… if I could just talk to someone…’
Furina glanced up, locking eyes with Neuvillette. An expectant, yet worried look contorted his features.
Furina swallowed the lump in her throat.
“I just… my thoughts… they’ve been… torturing me…”
Her eyes flickered out the colorful stained glass window, where the sun’s rays peeked out from behind a couple of slightly gloomy, gray clouds.
“...What do you mean by that?”
“You… probably wouldn’t get it…”
There was a pause.
“I’d like to hear about it anyway.”
Furina’s gaze snapped to meet Neuvillette’s, and the smallest, yet most comforting smile pulled at his lips.
She took a deep breath. “Well… I suppose they won’t… shut up…. They’ve just been so… doubtful… Telling me everything I’ve done wrong… and that people don’t actually like me…. That my friends don’t actually like me… Like you, who I know in my heart would never be mean to me. And yet, the doubt is always there. It never goes away anymore.”
Neuvillette was silent for a moment, with a contemplating expression on his face. He stood slowly, walking over to the large window. He placed his hand against the clean glass, and Furina knew he was watching for signs of rain.
“I’m sorry…” she mumbled, staring at her hands that rested in a knot atop her thighs.
“Do not apologize,” the Chief Justice turned towards his friend once more. He appeared much more somber now than he did when they first sat down together.
“I think I know exactly what you mean.”
Hearing this, Furina’s eyes widened.
Neuvillette made his way back over to the sitting area, however, this time he sat next to Furina, a few safe inches away from her. He faced straight forward, his eyes fixated on something across the room. Furina tilted her head to look up at his face, her own expression softening as she thought about how small the distance was between them at the moment. She was so focused on her friend’s words and proximity that she didn’t even notice her heartbeat quickening slightly.
“When the thoughts begin racing, there is not much one can do to ease their anxiety,” Neuvillette spoke slowly, deliberately. “I have experienced the same phenomenon too many times to count. For me, however, it is more about the undeniable fact that others do not view me as I view myself.”
“Ah… I know you’ve always felt like an outsider in Fontaine… That’s what you’re talking about, right?”
Now it was Neuvillette’s turn to take a deep breath. His posture faulted slightly, his hands resting loosely on his knees. It seemed to Furina as though he was avoiding eye contact.
“Of course, that is always a given… Though I am intentionally describing something I’ve meant to tell you for quite some time now. Because you’re talking about intrusive thoughts, which I also experience, and I want you to know that you are not alone. Which is why I’ll tell you that… I am not as masculine as you might think I am. In fact… I am not a man at all.”
Furina blinked a few times to clear her blurry eyes. When her eyes focused again, Neuvillette seemed to be looking at her through his peripheral vision, their gazes locking.
“Why… did you wait over five hundred years to tell me such an important fact about yourself, Neuvi?” She smiled weakly.
“I was waiting for the right time,” He replied stiffly. “Now, please, let us continue to talk about your intrusive thoughts.”
Furina reached over to take one of his hands in hers; an impulse scarcely acted on between the two of them, despite how often it has been experienced by both parties. Neuvillette’s gaze settled on their locked fingers.
“What pronouns would you prefer I use for you?”
“That’s quite alright, Furina– you don’t need to change the way you speak. I know it’s too inconvenient–”
“Nonsense,” She scooted closer to him. “I want you to be happy with how people see you. And you can start by telling me.”
Neuvillette averted his gaze, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment of being in the spotlight– even if it was with the person he trusted the most out of anyone.
“Ah– they… they/them… would be nice,” Their grip on her hand tightened, and they used their other hand to shield their nervous face from their friend’s anticipatory eyes.
“Got it,” Furina smiled reassuringly.
Silence filled the room once more as Neuvillette attempted to calm their nerves. Furina took the opportunity to rest her head against their shoulder, which only made them blush more.
“...Are we going to talk about intrusive thoughts again…?” Neuvillette finally spoke as they stared at their intertwined hands, which rested atop the now nonexistent gap between the two of them.
“Hm?” Furina looked up at them, her soft eyes and her gentle smile warming Neuvillette’s heart.
“T-the conversation… about intrusive thoughts…?” They smiled awkwardly back at her.
“Oh! Right,” Furina sat up once more, and the sudden lack of warmth against their shoulder made Neuvillette shiver slightly. “I was so distracted from your confession that I totally forgot about our conversation!” She replied, twirling her hair with her free hand.
“I guess… I just feel so weighed down by all the nagging in my head… it’s always beating me up and making me feel awful about every little thing I do… And it’s gotten a whole lot worse since I started living on my own…”
Neuvillette sighed. “May I offer some words of wisdom? Based on personal experience, of course.”
Furina looked up at them, their eyes meeting once more. She nodded quietly.
Still smiling softly at her, Neuvillette began,
“I believe when a person worries about things excessively for no good reason until it becomes detrimental to their health, it is important to think of the source of the thoughts… When you worry about if you’ve fallen into another pattern of constantly playing a part in your daily life; or maybe wondering whether other people see you as a man, woman, or your ideal neutral self; or even something more trivial, like if you turned the lights off in the kitchen before you left to go shopping; perhaps it can be because it’s what you’ve always done for so long… so long that you get accustomed to it, and then the pattern becomes impossible to break. So it’s almost like every time you start to think about breaking the pattern, you have to commit to becoming an entirely new person. And then, even after you’ve gotten halfway to your goal, it can all come crashing down on you at any moment, and you’ll have to start all over again, from the very beginning.”
They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity. But finally, Neuvillette’s blush had grown too obvious, and they turned their head to shield their face with their hand once more, thus breaking eye contact.
As Neuvillette faced the other direction, Furina shifted her position until she was sitting in their lap, with her arms tightly wrapped around them, her head resting on their chest and a content smile on her face.
“Ah… Furina, what are you doing…?” Neuvillette’s hands hovered in the air on either side of her, their face tinted a sweet sanguine shade.
“It’s called cuddling, Neuvi. And you’re supposed to hug me back!”
“Whatever you want is fine with me,” They replied, moving their arms to gently encircle Furina’s slightly smaller frame. One of their hands softly brushed against her ends of her fluffy bob haircut as they pulled her close. Glancing down at her face, which was only inches from their own, they saw her eyes were shut, and she was breathing rhythmically.
“Furina,” Neuvillette whispered. “Are you asleep…?”
The perpetually stressed former Archon stirred slightly, but she remained calm. Then, she drowsily whispered her reply, “You’re so… comforting… Do you know that? You’re my favorite Hydro Dragon…”
Neuvillette’s face had a tint of sadness to it. They empathized greatly with the insurmountable amount of pain Furina must have gone through in the past months, centuries, her entire life– and they really took to heart for the nth time the sorrow of having had to go through it all alone.
They slowly moved a hand towards Furina’s forehead, gently brushing her bangs aside. They couldn’t feel the texture of her skin through their gloves, but Neuvillette could tell her skin was warm and flushed. Leaning forward, they placed a loving kiss to her forehead. Furina wouldn’t remember it, and if you asked Neuvillette about it, they would deny it. But despite the fact that at the time, neither of them completely realized the full extent of their feelings for each other; the words “I love you” remained unspoken in the air that surrounded them, as they both finally felt at peace in the other’s embrace.
Despite their lack of understanding of human emotions, the Hydro Dragon– Furina’s Favorite Hydro Dragon, mind you– had somehow been left with an almost giddy smile on their face. They closed their eyes, muttering one last hope to their dearest friend before they drifted off to sleep.
“I wish for this world to be more gentle on you, my dearest Furina…”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
~ Bonus context/conversation that I couldn’t fit into the story ~
“So, Neuvillette– how did you figure out you were nonbinary~?”
“Ah, um… well… you know how Archons are inherently genderless?”
“Hmm… yes, I think so…”
“Actually… Dragons are much the same. It was only when I gained a human form when I began to be addressed as ‘Monsieur.’ Indeed, it wasn’t my choice, but I just went along with it… Until now, anyway.”
“I see, I see… so you never had a gender in the first place?”
“...Yes, indeed… accompanied by my general lack of understanding of human mannerisms… Well, I never quite understood the whole concept of ‘gender’ at all. Which I think is what led to the piled-up insecurities that drove me to inform you, finally.”
“Hmm… Well, nonetheless, I’m very glad you told me. You can tell me what’s going on, you know. I still care about you quite a bit, Neuvi.”
“Hold on… aren’t those the words I said to you that day?”
“Teehee~!”
“Sigh… It is good to see you acting more playful, though…”
“Only for you, my Most Favorite Hydro Dragon~!”
“How many other Hydro Dragons do you know, anyway?”
“N-none in particular… ehehehe…. But you’re definitely my favorite!”
“You’re… my favorite, too…”
And from that day on, Furina continued to introduce Neuvillette as her “Favorite Hydro Dragon, Neuvillette. For their gender is not Monsieur, nor Madame, but much rather, Hydro Dragon.” (Although they could never stop themselves from getting embarrassed any time Furina mentioned any of that to other people.)
notes: thank you so much for reading ! i hope you enjoyed my little self-indulgent brainrot fic :D
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"you're okay, neuvillette. i promise."
neuvifuri fluff ✧˖°.
word count: 1,330
summary: On a freezing cold early morning before work, Neuvillette shows up at Furina's doorstep, holding a... giant pair of scissors...? Furina is as curious as always, but her interest is piqued when she hears her dearest friend say something much more than unexpected,
"I need you to cut my hair."
warnings: completely sfw, mostly exploring neuvillette's gender identity, they/them pronouns for neuvillette, a tiny bit of hurt/comfort, extremely fluffy and silly
This is a somewhat direct continuation of my previous fic, my dearest furina. This fic will make a lot more sense if you read that one first, but both can still be read individually !
Knock knock knock.
Silence.
Neuvillette shuffled awkwardly on the porch. It was freezing outside, which was typical for 6 AM on a particularly gloomy day, but nonetheless they shivered as a sharp breeze brushed against their back, slightly tangling their long, waist-length hair. They sighed, and tried again.
Knock knock knock.
…
Knock knock kn–
“YES, I’m coming, I’m coming!! Seriously, ever heard of beauty slee–”
The door flung open. Furina’s borderline angry expression immediately softened when she saw who had been disrupting her peaceful slumber.
“N… Neuvillette…? What are you doing here?”
That’s when she saw what was in their hands.
Neuvillette’s arms were folded in front of them. They had taken their coat off, and were hugging it closely to their chest, which would likely explain why it was particularly frigid this morning. In their other hand, they held a large, gleaming pair of stainless steel scissors.
Furina’s eyebrows crinkled.
“Uh… What’s up with… ah, the scissors?”
“Furina… I would, um, appreciate it greatly if you could… help me out….”
She nodded, curiously tilting her head to one side.
“I need you to cut my hair.”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Furina’s apartment was much warmer than the outdoors…
“So… ah, how long do you want it?”
Neuvillette’s attention snapped upwards towards their dear friend, their round eyes were wide, almost hinting towards a dazed or confused expression.
‘They look like that a lot these days… It reminds me of how they looked when I first met them…’
“How long do you think it should be?” Neuvillette asked quietly.
“I don’t know, I’ve never imagined you with shorter hair before…” Furina tapped her chin, squinting her eyes at the Chief Justice, who sat on a chair in the middle of the kitchen, and twirling the scissors in her free hand.
Furina reached over and took a strand of Neuvillette’s hair in her hand, running her fingers through it. “Boys often go with really short hairstyles, I think… Like Wriothesley’s hair,” She untied Neuvillette’s ribbon, letting their hair fall loosely down their back. They frowned.
“Buuuut– I know you’re not a boy or a girl, so why don’t we compromise, alright?”
Suddenly, there was a mirror in front of their face. Furina was holding about half of their hair in a fist above their head, letting the loop it made fall perfectly right above their shoulders.
“What do you think of this? A bob haircut, like mine?”
Outwardly, Neuvillette blinked absently, but on the inside, it felt like the clouds were parting.
They nodded, a small smile on their face. “I would like that… very much….”
Furina grinned, letting the hair drop from her hands. She picked up the giant shiny scissors, snipped them in the air a few times, and placed a hand on Neuvillette’s shoulder, smiling widely into the mirror next to them.
“You’re going to look wonderful, I promise! And don’t worry, I won’t touch your horns!”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
“Why haven’t you told anyone else you go by they/them pronouns?”
Furina leaned her head against Neuvillette’s shoulder on a park bench one sunny day a month or so ago.
They frowned, picking at one of the seams on their left glove. “I haven’t found it to be necessary yet. When I find it to be necessary, I will make sure to inform anyone who happens to be involved.”
Furina rolled her eyes, fixing her gaze on their face. A hint of a smile played at her lips. “Okay, so what’s the real reason?”
Neuvillette’s eyes turned towards the sky. They sighed loudly.
“I’m… scared… That I won’t like it. What if the people of Fontaine think I’m too ‘feminine’ to be the Chief Justice? What If I get kicked out, and lose my position, all for just the silly way I want to present myself? What if I decide I liked being seen as a man later on, and I end up throwing away everything I’ve worked for for nothing? What if—”
“Woah woah woah, slow down!!” Furina giggled, hugging their arm tightly. “You don’t have to tell everybody in Fontaine! You can just tell the people we trust most, like the Traveler and Paimon, Wriothesley and Sigewinne, Navia and Clorinde– You know, all our friends!”
Neuvillette let their eyes fall shut, leaning into Furina’s embrace.
“Are you sure we can trust them enough?”
Furina laughed again. “They helped us save all of Fontaine, so I think they’d be pretty trustworthy in this case, too.”
Neuvillette smiled a tiny smile, one that Furina always loved more than anything to see. But there was one thing they had said that still concerned her.
“You know, Neuvi… If you’ve felt this way about yourself for as long as you can remember, it’s more often than not safe to say that you’ll always be this way… So don’t go thinking you’re going to wake up one day feeling like… Manly, or womanly, or something….”
Furina’s eyes met Neuvillette’s, and there was that dazed, confused expression they always had on their face these days.
‘Maybe they’re confused about who they are… they’ve always been like that… they just seem so… lost….’
“Thank you, Furina.” They smiled a genuine smile at their dearest friend.
She grinned back at them, and squeezed their arm tighter.
“You’re okay, Neuvillette. I promise.”
・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・
Snip snip snip.
Long chunks of hair gracefully floated to the ground, scattering across the kitchen tile like some weird kind of carpet.
Snip snip.
“Ooh, looking good, looking good~!”
Snip. Snip
“Okay, I think I need to thin it out now…”
Snip!!
“Oookay, I think I’m done…”
There was the mirror in their face again.
Neuvillette’s eyes went wide.
“Sooo… What do you think, Neuvi?”
Furina stood in front of them, her legs crossed, smiling sheepishly as the scissors dangled from the little finger of the hand that rested squarely on her hip.
Neuvillette stared into the mirror. Then they glanced at Furina. Then back to the mirror. Furina. The mirror. It went back and forth for a while.
They felt a sort of feeling that they hadn’t ever felt in their entire… life? It was hard for them to tell. But their stomach felt squishy, and their heart felt glowy, and they felt shaky all over.
“Ah… Neuvillette…?”
Furina’s eyebrows crinkled once more.
They looked up at her. And she saw,
Tears. Real, actual tears, welling in their eyes.
“Oh no oh no, I’m so sorry Neuvi– It’ll grow back, I promise–”
“N-no, Furina, it’s not that– I just, um… really like it….” They sniffled, wiping their face with their sleeve.
Furina sighed dramatically. “Oh, thank god… I thought I screwed up really, really badly….”
Neuvillette stood up slowly from the chair, noticing how much lighter their head felt, and how much they enjoyed the feeling of the ends of their hair tickling their shoulders as they moved.
Once their balance was steady, they walked over to where Furina stood and took her hands in theirs, the scissors falling to the hard floor with a loud clatter.
“I need to go to work now. But thank you, thank you, thank you– I truly feel so much better now.”
Their eyes met a final time, hopeful smiles on both their faces.
Neuvillette looked a tiny bit like they had been crying, but Furina could tell that the perpetually dazed, confused expression they always had in their eyes was finally, somehow… lifting…?
Furina laughed. It was the happiest laugh full of love for her dearest friend.
Neuvillette gave her hands a squeeze, then let go, picking up their items from around the room.
They put on their coat, which had an entirely new feeling, too, they noticed as they buttoned it up.
With one final wave shared between the two, from threshold to kitchen, Neuvillette smiled the biggest smile Furina thought she’d ever seen on them.
‘Hm… Who would’ve thought something as simple as a haircut was the answer all along.’
Thank you so much for indulging me ;u;
I have a lot of Neuvillette headcanons..... if anyone would ever be interested in hearing more about them, I'd love to share them !
And hey, if you see a Neuvillette at anime expo with an above-shoulder length wig, that's probably me :P
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