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₊˚ෆ 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 | lyney, neuvillette, wriothelsey x gn!reader

Your breath hitched. Say, didn't these words... sound familiar? Didn't they resemble lines read from those light novels from Inazuma, covers decorated with roses and sparkles? "Lyney, you-"

"I love you."

Your words have escaped you. Countless, countless words. Each of them grow wings and flit away.

"Ah, would it be too cliché to call it a love at first sight?" Lyney let loose a sigh, grinning sheepishly with a shake of his head. "But that was exactly what it was. The second I saw you... my, how generic I sound. Would it be too much to stomach if it was from that moment that I knew?" He paused, pursing his lips. They pressed into a tight line. When he spoke again, his voice was quieter. "I won't be hopeful. I know better than that, and you've said it yourself. Let's just... would I go too far if I wished to remain by your side? Not as a lover, surely, but a companion, or a mere acquaintance-"

"Lyney."

His name is familiar in your mouth. It rests easy on the tongue.

"As a lover. That. That's what... I want."

The curve of his lips says well enough before he even opens them.

"Then, as your lover... may I kiss you?" ₊˚ෆ

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"Are you feeling alright?"

His words were soft against the cold air, and NEUVILLETTE's pale-eyed gaze even softer. Fontaine had had its first taste of snow, and with it came its cold finger tips that thoroughly dusted whatever it touched, the streets and tops of buildings painted a brilliant white.

"Yes, it's just... Aren't you cold like this?" The male, upon seeing you give the slightest shiver at the sudden drop in temperature, had immediately rushed over and taken off his coat for you to wear instead, where it was now draped comfortably over your shoulders. Warm, and it carried his scent. "I'd feel bad if you were to feel unwell because of me, so please, take it back?"

"Now, that's something I simply can't do," His lips drew the slightest smile, a rare sight you were delighted to witness - the way his eyes crinkled at their corners and twinkled all the more was a pleasant one to experience indeed. "I'll be fine, I can assure you. It'd take more than just a winter breeze to incapacitate me."

You furrowed your brows, puffing out your cold-flushed cheeks before making a cross with your arms. "Nope, no can do! We're heading back to my place, and I'll brew some hot tea. No complaints, we're going!" Before the man could utter another word, presumably a word of protest, you took him by his gloved hand and started running forwards. Full well, you knew Neuvillette was certainly at a better physique than you were, but you really just needed an excuse to hold his hand.

Why, exactly? The answer was rather simple.

While you weren't enamored with him to begin with... after all, how could one be like that towards the respectable iudex of Fontaine, your curiosity got the better of you the moment you realized the stoic man suspiciously resembled one of Fontaine's many creatures, the otter. The colors, the mannerisms, truly, it all paired up in an uncanny fashion. Somehow, along the line of approaching and getting to know him, you had caught feelings. It was almost funny, how they could sneak up on you like that while your guard was down. Except, now that you had them, what were you supposed to confess? "I started to like you when I realized you were practically an otter, love!"...Ugh, how embarrassing would that be? Imagining his handsome features scrunched with displeasure at your offense is one thing about Neuvillette you wished not to behold.