Neuvillette X Reader OneShot/Short Story series

short story pt 2.

disclaimers: swearing, mature topics related to seggs work, inappropriate leering and touching, and a lot of sad vibes.

song for this chapter is "Saadi Galli Aaja" by Ayushmann Khurana.

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Hiding behind a velvety, thick curtain, Neuvillette watched you hand over the full tip jar to the Harbinger. He wondered whether the familiar, ginger-haired man also worked here - if that is the case, then it is rather unexpected.

Tartaglia snatched the jar out of your hands and began to count it in a rush. Neuvillette observed how you fidgeted with your hands behind your bare back - you did not look comfortable at all. 
"You bitch, is that all you could gather? If you KNEW you weren't earning enough, YOU SHOULD HAVE SHOWN THEM SOMETHING ELSE!" Tartaglia yelled, his eyes momentarily flickering down to your breasts before rising to hold your gaze.
"I tri...I tried Tartaglia, bu-" you cautiously began to explain, before you yelped in pain as Tartaglia slapped you. Sending you to the cold ground, he kicked you in fury, whilst you clutched and protected your torso.
Eyes widened, Neuvillette's disgust for you had been replaced with anger at Tartaglia's inhumanity, but what intensified his anger was your lack of protest - how you simply accepted the disrespect.

"I've had enough of you, slut. Go find clients to book private sessions with, otherwise you know I won't be happy." Tartaglia snarled, before spitting on the ground in front of you and strolling off. You remained on the ground, rubbing the areas where Tartaglia had kicked you, and you began to break down. You didn't understand why Tartaglia had changed, compared to the early days. Silently watching this unfold, the Chief Justice had enough. He knew he couldn't allow this to go on any longer, no matter how disappointed he was in your actions. Spotting the Fatui Harbinger at the backstage bar counting money, Neuvillette strode past you to approach him.
"How much for one night with Y/N?" Neuvillette asked, his voice steady. He knew that a scandal about the Iudex of Fontaine would now be imminent, but no matter.
Tartaglia looked up, his eyes narrowing dangerously as his lips formed into a sinister smirk. Setting the notes of cash aside, he furrowed his brow in thought, aware that Neuvillette was a man of high status.
"For you Chief Justice, two million Mora. Y/N is one of our greatest assets after all, if you get my drift," Tartaglia smoothly offered, his smirk faltering into a look of surprise upon Neuvillette's instant nod. Damn, he must be one horny fucker, Tartaglia remarked mentally.

Standing tall and confidently outside the Devil's Club, Neuvillette impatiently tapped his foot repeatedly. He would not let Tartaglia turn you into a whore. 
I know who you truly are, Y/N. You are that elegant, soft-spoken girl that interned for me. I will not allow Tartaglia to dull your aura of joy...I would never forgive myself otherwise, Neuvillette concluded, his resolve strengthening. He suddenly became alert, upon seeing Tartaglia bring you out of the club, and as Neuvillette cast his eyes upon you, he was left breathless in shock.
Wearing a scarlet, revealing minidress, your (hair/length) hair was curled in silky, loose ringlets. Gold bracelets and anklets that jingled adorned your body, alongside a deep blood-red that coloured your lips. Timidly glancing up to see who your dreaded client was for the night, your eyes widened upon seeing Neuvillette. You opened your mouth abruptly to gasp, but quickly cast your eyes back to the ground instead. And Neuvillette? He was in utter disbelief.

"Enjoy your night with her Chief!" Tartaglia taunted, wolf-whistling. After a long silence, Neuvillette finally found his words, his face becoming deeply flushed as he broke the silence.
"This...this cannot be...You...You were my intern, an elegant and innocent girl...I thought I knew you."
You did not speak, keeping your gaze firmly downwards, although your vision was blurring with tears of pain.
"Fucking your intern? My, my Chief Justice - you know what? I'll let you capture it on tape - how about it?" Tartaglia commented with sly interest, before strolling back into the club, whistling.
"Sir, are we going to your home?" you quietly spoke, drowning in shame. You feared for the worst and knew that after tonight, there was no way you could return back to the Palais Mermonia.
"Yes...we are. Let's go." Neuvillette replied, his voice strained and hoarse with shock. He began to walk towards his home, and you followed closely by his side. Your throat felt tight with guilt - so many people are going to see the Iudex of Fontaine with someone like me, what will people think? His reputation's going to be ruined...everything he worked hard for. 
Passing by was a group of drunken men that looked you up and down, before reaching out to try and catch a feel. You recoiled and shuffled towards Neuvillette's side; he turned his head towards the group of men upon feeling the sides of both his and your arms brushing each other. Without a word, the Chief Justice removed his long coat, draped it around your shoulders, and then wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer to him. Buttoning his coat up rapidly, your heart blossomed at this protectiveness. Compared to Tartaglia, the Chief Justice was indeed a gentleman, true to his words - apart from how he has chosen to spend the night with you, your mind reminded you. Shivering, you just didn't know how to feel. Conflicted, you felt gratitude that by chance, he was your client compared to a drunken stranger. Yet, Neuvillette knowing you personally only made you feel ashamed that he had to see you in this manner.

The two of you stopped outside a vast, silvery-blue mansion. You began to speak but were cut off as Neuvillette unlocked the front doors and led you inside, straight to his bedroom, with his arm politely wrapped around your shoulders. Entering his bedroom, you stood awkwardly and fidgeted with your hands, now terrified. Was this it? You felt pressure, especially since if Neuvillette was unhappy with you, Tartaglia would hear of this.
"Sir..." your voice wobbled seeing Neuvillette lock the bedroom door. He advanced towards you slowly, before stopping to stand in front of you. Noticing your trembling figure, he sighed, raising a hand to his forehead.
"Don't be afraid, Y/N. I am not going to force you to do anything that you do not wish to do. But I am curious to learn more about why you are doing this."

These words of relief were akin to a floodgate being opened; you immediately began to sob loudly, the bottled up feelings of stress, fear and shame rushing out in the form of constant tears and loud weeps. Taken back by your sudden breakdown, Neuvillette came closer to you and held you tightly in his arms.
"Shh...it is okay now Y/N...let it all out, please. I am here to comfort you and you are safe now," the Chief Justice whispered. As you clutched his shirt for comfort, Neuvillette rubbed your back slowly, hugging you tighter to distract himself from the feeling of his own heart breaking from seeing you like this.