𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 ! 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯

neuvillette x f!reader

┊ ⋆ ┊ fall ┊ ┊

! Y/N POV

     THE rain pitter pattered against the concrete floor, the sky a melancholic shade of gray. children wept in sorrow on the streets, their parents passed out exhausted from labor. the buildings were drowned in moss and dirt, ash and vines. the city wasn't always this way. it never was. it used to be filled with the gleeful laughter of small toddlers running around, the adults never having to worry about a cent in debt.

free of sins. free of grief. 

so how did it change? in the span of 2 years the city of fontaine has crumpled into nothing but a wasteland city. dawn to dusk, there wasn't a single person in teyvat that could confidently say fontaine was in a good state.

MAR 06 - 2 YEARS PRIOR

there was once a man whom you could call 'distant'. cold, unforgiving, cruel. but those were all lies. every word uttered about him was false. myths, as told. neuvillette wasn't a horrid person. in fact, you would never catch him without a small grin on his face. that was the truth.

[ y/n ] was the sole reason why. 

the two were an inseparable pair. bonded together like glue. it was almost impossible for you not to see the two together. like a heart— the two were each others halves.

warmth filled the stone faced man as his lover— his wife— giggled happily while running circles around in his office. faced with such a wholesome sight, neuvillette had no choice but to laugh too. nothing in the world could make him as happy as he was now.

earlier in the day, [ y/n ] had forcibly taken neuvillette out on a walk. the two strolled the streets with their arms interlinked, head held high, and a hearty grin etched on their faces. it was a sight you'd pay to see. the people of fontaine were even happier. it wasn't often you got to see the man and his wife in person— but when you did it was like a shot of dopamine activating drugs. 

there was one thing about [ y/n ] that people adored. her kindness and selfness nature. children were her soft spots. so— during their walk that afternoon she had spotted some kids playing and coincidentally one of them got hurt. it brought ache to her heart. in the end she stopped by and purchased cotton candy for the group. 

why was this relevant? well, resuming back to current time— neuvillette was sitting in his office, cheek resting in his palm as he watched his beloved dance around. her dress gracefully danced with her.

then he spotted it. figures, and not just one. a whole group. he tensed up, peering outside his office window and narrowed his eyes. government officials? no way. they carried guns— and clearly ready to fire.

[ y/n ] stopped when she noticed her husband's gaze wasn't on her. then she looked too, and her eyes widened. outside, the group of unfamiliar intruders opened fire, most likely as an attempt to intimidate. and it worked. people fled the scene, others froze in fear.

the [ h/c ] haired girl gasped as she noticed the same group of kids from earlier, crowded in a corner. their cotton candy forgotten, laid discarded on the floor. the unfamiliar terrorists marched their way over. she knew she had to take action.

[ y/n ] sprinted out the door, making her way outside. neuvillette, startled by her sudden movement, went after her panicked. he knew she was narrow minded, he knew  [ y/n ] didnt have the intelligence to think it through. she acted with purpose, not thoughtfulness. he worried for her safety.

panting and out of breath, [ y/n ] stood in front of the terrorists with a glare in her eyes. she outspread her arms and covered the kids behind her— whom were sobbing quietly while hugging themselves.

" move aside. " the first one said, holding his rifle high. his face was covered with a gas mask and his choice of clothing was unfamiliar to that of local fontaine attire. he must be the leader, judging by his commanding presence.

" what is your business here? " [ y/n ] ignored his heed of warning, confronting the masked leader with clear intentions. her stance was wary, and her guard was up. every nerve in her body screamed flight, but she didn't budge. she never did.

" i'll say it again. move. aside. " the masked leader spoke one more, his voice gruff with annoyance and irritation. his group behind him lifted their guns up higher, almost like a taunt.

she didnt move. she didn't budge.

faced with no other option, the masked leader urged his army with his fingers. in seconds the crying children were bundled up, held at gunpoint. their sobs grew louder, and it only fueled [ y/n ] 's rage even more. it irked her so badly.

" free them. your business is with me. " she scowled, holding out her polearm which was already surging with cryo dust.

the masked leader chuckled, then laughed maniacally. his laughter echoed through the streets. people who hid in alleyways, behind buildings, in bushes began to peer out. all watching but never moving. fearing the safety of their dear beloved [ y/n ].

from this point onward things took a massive turn. the second in command, as assumed, was bit in the arm by one of the little children who was trying to free himself. in response, the terrorist jabbed the end of the gun rifle at the kid' head— the solid part hit hard, and knocked the kid unconscious. seeing their friend get hurt, the other children began to scream and panic, kicking their legs out in hopes of reaching their passed out friend.

but they were only so little, with only a tiny bit of strength. the terrorists proceeded to knock the other ones out, their bawling silencing after the thump of their heads.

[ y/n ] gripped her polearm tighter. the sight made her blood simmer with such uncontrollable fury that her actions moved before her brain. she lunged forward, aiming for the leader with foolishly slow movements. she missed, and before she knew it she ended up in a worse condition than the children.

by the time neuvillette had gotten to the bottom, his eyes searching the city central— he knew he was too late. he could only take a step forward, his eyes glazed with a helpless gleam watching his lover fall. he yelled, he froze, he kneeled. 

five shots, zero missed. [ y/n ] 's body jerked with each bullet, tearing her apart. her polearm clattered on the floor, skidded far away. her body was bleeding out profusely, with nothing but her head remaining clear of any gun shots. 

she had died before her body even hit the floor, her eyes dull and gray— lacking the usual glimmer. neuvillette's pupils wavered, his eyes glossed over. the terrorists left promptly, their job finished. slowly, he dragged himself towards the cold, unmoving body soaking in a pool of crimson. gently, he took the fragile unmoving arm and held it to his cheek, quietly weeping. the people— witnessing the tragedy that had unfolded could only sit in silence and guilt.

it was hard to believe that a few hours prior,  [ y/n ] was glowing with delight. but now, she was just a corpse that neuvillette once again had to go and take home himself. 

every day after that, the city of fontaine was dark with clouds. rain, storms, and an endless cycle of mourning. no one dared to speak of what happened. no one uttered a word. they sat in the streets, their will lost and the atmosphere heavy with regret.

maybe in another universe things wouldn't have come to this. neuvillette dreamed of having a family with his beloved but it just didn't work out. he could never find himself to be satisfied with another woman like he did [ y/n ]. he never once met another woman like her, and he swore that he'd always remain true to his only.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈ authors note

- okay so this is like super rushed and bad m'sorry. 😭🙏 i only wrote this because i got inspired by ' the outsiders' if yall evr heard of it. i doubt anyone would read this fully since i went on hiatus a while ago (still am).