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Could you tell us more about Execution AU? It sounds SO fascinating and deliciously horrible (what horrible for Fukuzawa is delicious and good for me the angst enjoyer!). Mori just offering him a job is such a Mori thing to do. I wonder how he fares in this AU, and whether or not Tripartite is still even exists.

GRABS YOU VIOLENTLY. YOU. YOU UNDERSHLAFDKFJLHSDLFBKJDS I <3 Old Man Angst

IM. Going to put this under a cut because it's probably going ot be really long because I am insane and the executionrot in my head is soooooo vast and insane um um ok !!!!!!!!! Let's go!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Warnings in advance this AU is horrible for EVERYONE involved, not just Fukuzawa, so warning for: Death, awful toxic old men in an awful toxic relationship, etc]

The First Part: The Executions of the Armed Detective Agency.

The ADA functions as well as it does because of how well everyone in it meshes together to create a cohesive and well-rounded team. So to counter that they're split up. Their executions are in different places at different dates under different conditions, the members of the ADA are put through a cycle of disorientation where they are manipulated into losing track of time, day, month, any semblance of anything to keep track of where they are in time or space, until the days of their respective Executions.

The only one exempt from this, is Fukuzawa.

Because all that they need to keep Fukuzawa in line is to threaten ADA members.

He attempts to maneuver out of a grip? Remind him that Yosano hasn't been doing very well recently, and they can and will make the situation worse for her.

He tries to handcraft a blade? Remind him that Ranpo is still in custody and his skills of deduction will only get him so far.

Remind him that the better he behaves, the more he stays in line, the better the ADA gets treated.

Of course, he believes that if he's good, then the ADA is going to be treated well. They say the ADA is being treated well. They are lying.

He doesn't know that.

But one thing he does know, is the look on each member of the ADA's face when they're executed. And their final words. And exactly how the executions go. Because he'd made to attend all of them, Fukuchi standing directly beside him to force him to stay while it happens.

While Yosano stares dully into the crowd with a look on her face he hasn't seen since he first fought to get her away from Mori.

While Kyokya sobs because she tried so so very hard to be good and avoid this happening to her.

While Ranpo yells and struggles to get free, cursing everyone because HE knows why they won't belive him but maybe if he can just convince them...

While Tanizaki looks terrified, wishing and praying that Naomi is safe and that it'll at least be ok for HER.

While Kenji asks over and over again for the Executioner to make sure that his family is alright after this.

While Atsushi cries, trying still to explain that the ADA is innocent and they didn't do all of that and they have it all wrong.

While Kunikida resigns himself silently to his fate, even though you can hear the cracks in his composure as he states his final words.

While Dazai stares blankly up at the sky before the bullet hits home, not a single joke about suicide or way to slither his way out of this.

Fukuzawa watches it all. He sits with his nails digging into his palms harsh enough to make them bleed, struggling to keep his own composure, as one by one, the members of the ADA drop lifeless.

With each execution, his spirit becomes more and more.... broken. His eyes become duller, his usually straight posture begins to loosen, his composure rots away, he becomes less and less active, responds to outside stimuli less and less, falls deeper and deeper into a spiral of loss and grief. He blames himself for this. He thinks "If I'd only seen the signs in Fukuchi sooner" or "If I'd just struck a little faster" or "If I'd just reached him in time" or "If I'd evacuated them immediately" or "If I'd never started the ADA" or "If I'd never given Ranpo my business card",, a spiral of "If I...."'s and "Why didn't I...."'s.

When the day of his execution arrives, he's barely there. His hair is a mess. His eyes are dull. He sits where they tell him to sit. He watches as Fukuchi draws his blade (not the Azmogen, a plain blade), lifting it, leveling it with Fukuzawa's throat before he draws the blade back, prepares to slice through his childhood friend, and Fukuzawa tilts his head up, smiles faintly at him, through the exhaustion and the agony, he's just glad it's going to be over.

That's when he sees the man on the ceiling. And his face must have shifted when he saw him because Fukuchi turns to look. And suddenly there's screaming and glass shattering and bullets firing and Fukuzawa sees the blade swing towards his neck and the rabid look in Fukuchi's eyes as he strikes with intent to kill, but there's a man with white gloves and a deadly red scarf draped over his shoulders who's grabbing Fukuzawa as a smaller man with bright orange hair lands a kick square on Fukuchi's back and suddenly Fukuzawa is running and falling and being driven through streets and he doesn't want to think about what's happening, because he WANTED to die just then. And he hopes the Mafia fails to rescue him.

The Mafia doesn't fail.

But Fukuzawa doesn't have anywhere else to go.

(Oh yeah also him and Mori are gay here this is a zskk au they're gay i forget if i've mentioned that before but yeah they're gay and in love in the most blood-soaked violent awful tender way possible)

So when Mori is so very gentle to Fukuzawa, apologizing and offering his sympathies for the loss of the ADA, Fukuzawa lets himself fall right into it, leaning into his arms, passing out with tears in his eyes, relying more and more on Mori to retain his sanity.

So when Mori asks him to help him kill a man, he takes the sword he's handed and does the job.

And when Mori asks him to assassinate for him, he agrees.

And when Mori asks him to be his bodyguard, he agrees.

He seeps into this darker life slowly, but surely. Mori holds his hand and leads him down a darker and darker path, because the lantern Fukuzawa had been relying on is broken now, and where else does he have to go?

The Second Part: The Silver Wolf and the Port Mafia of Yokohama

The Mafia, with the loss of the ADA, and the government police beginning to fall apart as Fukuchi carries out nefarious plans of war and hell within the government, becomes the one thing holding the city together in any semblance of the word.

This begins with a changing of the guard, perse, as new Executives are promoted and Executive numbers are shuffled. The Executive lineup is as follows:

Kyoyou, 1st Executive

Verlaine, 2nd Executive

Chuuya, 3rd Executive

Hirotsu, 4th Executive

Higuchi, 5th Executive

They work in tandem to keep the mafia running and to maintain the city populous' safety, (Chuuya and Hirotsu dealing in special forces and other combat groups, Higuchi managing grunt missions and a vast swath of general groundwork, Kyoyou handling professional security and preservation, Verlaine handling foreign issues), while Mori alone deals with the government, Fukuzawa silent at his side.

Fukuzawa, technically, is far lower ranked than the majority of the mafia's forces. The Executives easily outrank him. Which Fukuzawa doesn't mind, because all he has to do is make sure he doesn't fuck up and lose someone else he loves (Mori).

(Oh also Fukuzawa has an unhealthy codependency on Mori at this point)

(Like he's given up on living for himself)

(He only keeps himself alive because he refuses to let the last person alive he's let himself care about die because of him)

Which is. It. Plotwise. Everything else is. Silly awful horrible mental issues and Mori cultivating this codependancy Fukuzawa has on him while Fukuzawa is, in fact, aware that that's what's happening, but just doesn't CARE anymore. The Executives are a whole other matter tbh they're a rather new addition to this AU in my head actually (I only figured up the lineup like. FOur days agao), so. LOL!!!

The Tripartite:

It fell apart so drastially that. yeahit doesn't exist anymore.

#GRABS YOU VIOELKTENLY ANON. PLEASE ASK ME MORE.#IM GOING RABID.#turtledove answers #execution au

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lovesickeros · 4 months

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☆ de fontaine

{☆} characters furina {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings angst, suicidal thoughts, hurt / no comfort {☆} word count 1.4k

This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair. This wasn't fair!

She thought, for one moment, she could put the mask down and breathe – for one moment of daydreaming, she thought she could just be Furina. She thought she would finally get to live the live she should've had in the first place, the life she threw away to play God to an audience who saw her as nothing but a circus animal, dancing to their whims. Furina just wanted to be selfish for one brief and fleeting moment..and it was gone before she could even grasp it in her hand. A comet soaring past far out of her reach.

She can barely keep her hands from violently shaking as she looks down at them – broken and bloody and more a corpse then a person – and she feels so numb she can't even feel the rain pelting against her back. None of this is fair, she wants to scream, why is it always me? But her voice is silent beneath the torrent of rain. She wonders if the ocean would take her if she sank into it's depths – just for a moment, she wonders how it would feel to finally be able to sleep at ease.

Furina is tired.

But Furina is nothing if not useful, isn't she?

So she forces her feet to move, dragging against the stone beneath her heels, and drags their bloodied body into the nearest empty building, letting the rain do the work of washing away the smeared blood following her path. The smell makes her feel sick, the feeling of it sticking to her hands and gloves makes her lightheaded, but she persists. Because Furina is useful, because Furina won't let them die out in the rain, because Furina won't stand by and just let them rot on the streets like some..pest.

Furina wants to go home. She wants to sleep and she isn't she if she wants to wake up, this time. But she keeps going anyway.

Because it's all she's ever done, and the habit sticks.

An Archon she may not be, not anymore, but the expectations of five hundred years still linger like eyes on the inside of her skull. They watch her, pry and prod at her thoughts, mocking laughter and judging eyes following her as she forces herself to dance to the song they weave with glee. Furina never stepped off that stage – she's still there, she thinks, watching the crowd stare at her in disdain as the curtain call looms above her like a guillotine. She still hears Neuvillette deliver her damnation and salvation with a trembling voice, still feels her hair stand on end when electro crackled like the crack of the whip, Clorinde's blade aimed at her like a loaded gun.

She's trapped on that stage and she never left, not really.

She hates it. She thinks she hates them, but it's not their fault. They didn't ask for this, didn't ask for everyone to turn against them, didn't ask for her to save them. Neither did she..yet here they are, she thinks.

She tries to tell herself she's in control this time, though. She can stop performing her part in this horrible, bloody play any time she wants. It makes her feel better, just for a little while, if she convinces herself she's still Furina, painfully human.

And Furina has always been good at lying.

It's the believing that's the hard part.

There isn't time for her to wallow in her own self pity, though. They're still bleeding out onto the dusty, creaky floorboards of some random, broken down house and she's just standing there as the blood stains the wood. She can fix it – she's good at fixing things. She's done nothing but fix things – try to, anyway – for five hundred years. She can fix a little wound, how hard could it be? Her hands are clenched so tight they ache as she kneels down, wincing at the creak of the floorboards beneath her heels– she hesitates just long enough to wonder if she's making a mistake before she peels away just enough of the outer layer of their clothes to see the deep, bloody gash across their chest. She tries not to think about it – it's deep, too deep, and she feels dizzy just looking at it, but she's handled worse, right?

Furina can fix it. That's what she's good at.

She doesn't feel so confident when she tries to wrack her brain for..something. Five hundred years, and a little wound stumps her? No, she had to have learned something, right? She's decidedly not trying to buy time because she's panicking, parsing through hundreds of years of memories like flipping through a book. Furina isn't made for this, not really – she's running on nothing but adrenaline and she's really not sure what she's doing, but she's trying. And just like before, it won't be enough, will it?

She'll fall short again – she'll be too late to fix it before she's alone again.

Furina was an Archon..used to be. What use would she have for that sort of knowledge? Which makes her predicament all the more harrowing and bleak. What was she supposed to do?

Furina had heard it first hand, that vitriol in Neuvillette's voice. She isn't sure she's ever heard him that..angry before. She's not sure he would listen to her if she tried, either. And that scares her more then anything. All of Fontaine was up in arms about this..imposter, yet here she was, staring down at them bleeding out in front of her, and she was trying to save them.

Why? Why is she throwing away her only chance at normalcy for a fraud? Why didn't she just turn them in?

They were dying – that should've been a good thing, shouldn't it? So why didn't it feel like it?

"Why you?" Her voice breaks as she speaks in harsh tones, grabbing the front of their shirt in trembling, bloodied hands. "Why now?" She wants to scream, to demand answers they can't give, to claw back the reprieve she was promised after five hundred years of agony..and all she can do is sob into their chest, pleading for an answer that will not come. "Why me?"

Silence is their answer, and it hangs heavy on her trembling shoulders as she cries.

Of course they don't, she thinks bitterly, no one has ever answered her pleas spoken in hushed sobs. Not her other self and certainly not them.

Furina has always been alone. Furina will always be alone.

Because Furina never left that stage, never left that moment when she looked at herself in the mirror and took up a mantle too heavy for her to bear. She always finds her way back eventually. There's no one on the other side anymore – she stands alone on a stage, waiting for an inevitable end she isn't sure will come.

"Please," She pleads through tears and choked sobs, clinging to them like they are all that keeps her from sinking. "Please don't leave me, too." The words burn on her tongue – how pathetic is she that she craves companionship from the bloodied body of the imposter? Perhaps she's truly lost her mind after all these years..perhaps she's finally gone mad. She must have.

But their presence is like the first feeling of gentle warmth upon her skin as the sun crests the horizon, like the gentle lap of tides along her heels, the sway of branches and leaves as the wind blows through them like an instrument all it's own. They are the soothing sound of rain against the window as she watches the dreary skies in fond longing, the first bloom of spring as color blooms upon the landscape like paint had been spilled across the hills and valleys.

They are like the faint spark she carefully nurtures and stokes, so fragile even the smallest wind could blow it out like a candle. She cradles it within her palms, pleads with whoever will listen – prays that someone finally listens, because if not for her, then for them.

She's failed to protect too much already, let too many people with so much trust in her fall between the cracks of her fingers like grains of sand. She won't let them go – she can't.

If nothing else, if she couldn't be saved when she begged for salvation from that five hundred year long agony, even if she never got that chance..

Furina will make sure they do.

#sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #self aware genshin impact #genshin cult au #genshin impact cult au #fic tag #furina #so um. looks around. okay look. i know im like THE ts@r1ts@ dealer (censored so it doesnt show in tags. hopefully)#but the moment i saw furi in fontaine the day it released she became my fav even more then the tsaritsa SORRY SHES SO..#this is my love letter 2 furi (making her suffer unimaginable horrors)#open ended kinda in case i decide on making a sequel maybe #furi makes me feel cuteness aggression so bad i start acting like a rabid animal #furina the woman that you are. thats my girlprince meow meow id kill someone for her #playing her part as archon so well but being so horribly irrefutably human in every way..#five hundred years not even knowing what the real plan was. when it would end. knowing if she slipped up it was over.#and in the end almost no one knew what really happened. a select few people know the real weight of her sacrifice.#furina's story was always a tragedy. it was never going to be anything but a tragedy.#and thats one of the most tragic parts of it isnt it? she didnt know how itd end. she didnt know her story was always going to be a tragedy #furina never knew a thing. and still she did it for the people of fontaine and succeeded.#how do you define “yourself” when you havent existed for 500 years?#to be so selflessly human you give up “yourself” to save people who will never know of your sacrifice.#sometimes i think about the confrontation on the stage and have a week long mental breakdown #sacrificing EVERYTHING for fontaine and still. still! the people closest to you turn on you.#heavy on clorinde. she was as close 2 furi as neuvi fight me on this. i bite.#her bodyguard and friend and she ends up staring down her blade wondering if this is it. she failed. she failed them all #because even when faced with the trial. with losing everything. she still thought only about fontaine. oh furina.#do you think she has nightmares. wonders if she was never meant to win this game of g-ds. that her story was always meant to be a tragedy?#do you think she still wonders if she was ever meant to have a chance at a happy ending? a doomed tragedy from beginning to end

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