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Let Yourself Flow Freely Like Water |WrioLlette| © Sapphire_Ruby_21
Genshin Impact (GI) [原神] © miHoYo/Hoyoverse
Event : WrioLette Omegaverse Week 2025 Event © @hoyomegaverse [X]/@collectioncloud [AO3]
Pairing : WrioLlette/WrioLette (Wriothesley × Neuvillette)
Rate : T
Length : One-Shot Story.
Genres : Canon, A Lil's Bit of Romance, Etc.
Warnings : Shōnen-ai (Boy × Boy), Standard Language (Bahasa Baku), Typo(s) Everywhere, Alpha! Wriothesley, Omega! Neuvillette, Please Give Me (Us) Your Votes and Comments If Ya Like My (Our) Stories, and Please Press the 'Back' Button and Exit Well From This Story If Ya Don't Like My (Our) Stories, I (We) Don't Take Any Profits/Materials From This Story, I (We) Do Not Accept Gossipers/Haters and Plagiarists/Copy Paste (Or Later, I (Icy) Will Take Care of Y'All Directly!), Etc.
English isn't My Main/First/Mother Language!
I (We) Have Warned Y'All, Baby~! <3
I (We) Hope Ya Like and Enjoy My (Our) Story~! ^^
Happy Reading, Min'na~san~! ^^
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'Let Yourself Flow Freely Like Water'
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BRUK!
"WRIOTHESLEY!"
Neuvillette ignored the fact that he hadn't called Wriothesley by his title, as he immediately darted toward the duke, who had suddenly collapsed onto the carpeted floor of his office. The iudex knelt beside Wriothesley, who was still lying prone on the carpeted floor.
"Wriothesley, what's wrong?!"
"Ugh ...." The administrator of the Fortress of Meropide let out a small groan, his breath coming in short gasps.
The chief justice of Fontaine immediately placed his hand on Wriothesley's forehead.
"... Your temperature is elevated, and it's higher than usual ... you're running a fever, Wriothesley ...." Neuvillette frowned.
"... No ...."
"What do you mean 'no'? You have a fever, Wriothesley! You-"
"R-Rut ...." Wriothesley's mumble cut Neuvillette off.
Neuvillette stared at the duke in confusion. "Huh ...?"
"T-This- hahh ... t-this ...," Wriothesley groaned again. "I-I have a r-rut ...."
"R-Rut?! A-Aren't you a beta-"
"I-I ... hahh ... I'm on a s-suppressant ...." Wriothesley admitted, his breathing becoming increasingly labored and labored.
And that was the final piece of the puzzle Neuvillette needed.
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"Your Grace is fine. The effects of the suppressant he took a few hours ago have worn off, which is why he suddenly experienced the symptoms of a rut, like most alphas ... well, a pre-rut, to be more precise." explained Sigewinne, a melusine who worked as the head nurse at the Fortress of Meropide, who had arrived after receiving Neuvillette's letter.
They were now in Neuvillette's private chambers. Somehow, the chief justice of Fontaine had brought the administrator of Fortress of Meropide to his private chambers, still within the Palais Mermonia, without the gestionnaires noticing.
The iudex frowned. "I thought he was a beta all along, considering I didn't smell any pheromones from him."
"That's because she's been on suppressants all this time!" The head nurse puffed out her cheeks in annoyance. "Hmph! I've told him many times that using too many suppressants and/or for too long will disrupt his rut. But, he still won't listen!"
'Could this be because of his past ...?' Neuvillette thought.
"Monsieur Neuvillette," Sigewinne called out. "we can't take Your Grace back to the Fortress of Meropide."
Indeed, that would be dangerous if they brought Wriothesley back to Fortress of Meropide. Wriothesley's alpha instincts would surely view the alphas who roaming around as enemies and intruders if they did that. Not to mention the possibility that some of the prisoners might take advantage of the duke's current indisposition.
More importantly, Neuvillette's presence was also unwelcome to some of the prisoners there.
Neuvillette hummed softly. "Hmm ... if that's the case, then I don't mind if Your Grace stays here temporarily. At least, until his rut is over. I'll be happy to watch over and care for him during his rut cycle."
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"Ugh! I'm sorry to have troubled you with my condition, Your Honor." A bowl of warm Fontainian onion soup sat on his lap, and the duke slowly ate a few spoonfuls.
Nearby, on the chair next to the bed that Wriothesley sat, Neuvillette sat. He slowly, gracefully, and elegantly eating the same bowl of warm Fontainian onion soup as the duke's.
"It's okay," Neuvillette said after swallowing his soup. "you didn't know this would happen."
Wriothesley sighed, the scent of his alpha pheromones -- the cold of frozen ice, the crisp, cold winter breeze, and tea -- turning as sour as vinegar.
However, the scent of Neuvillette's omega pheromones -- the fresh sea breeze, the soothing petrichor, and the newly bloomed romaritime flowers exposed to hydro -- relaxed Wriothesley.
"Don't worry, Your Grace, I will watch over you and care for you," Neuvillette said with a small smile, his hand clasping Wriothesley's. "So, don't be afraid, let yourself flow freely like water. You are safe now, my beloved alpha."
Yes.
Wriothesley was safe.
He was no longer at home with his foster 'parents'. He was no longer the weak boy he once was.
He was Wriothesley, the warden and administrator of Meropide Fortress.
He was Wriothesley, the duke.
He was Wriothesley ...
... The alpha and future mate of Neuvillette, the chief justice of Fontaine, iudex, and hydro dragon sovereign.
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"Yes, Neuvillette, my beloved omega. I believe in you. So, please help me, okay ...?"
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'Let Yourself Flow Freely Like Water [LYFFLW]'
'End'