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lovesickeros · 1 year ago

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☆ decadence divine [ act I ]

{☆} characters arlecchino, neuvillette, furina {☆} notes yandere, drabble, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings yandere content, stalking (implied), kidnapping (implied) {☆} word count 2.3k

ARLECCHINO

Arlecchino was wont to leave social gatherings to her subordinates– the private meetings were where she thrived. It was so much easier to lure your prey into a trap when you didn't have prying eyes and ears waiting for the barest hint of blackmail.

She clicked her tongue in distaste, her eyes narrowing beneath the mask of the fox as she set down her cup sharply. It was difficult as it was to draw them from the safety of their bubble– at the slightest hint of danger, her quarry would run. A chase would be fun, but she couldn't risk getting caught here. The political nightmare it would cause..it already gave her a headache. She had to be discreet.

They weren't making it easy, however.

Which is why she never liked crowds. But this chance didn't come by every day. She wasn't going to simply let it pass by because of a little danger. She'd have them eventually, it was just a matter of how. There were already numerous of her own lingering in the crowds, hidden beneath the masks that every patron bore. It was difficult to stand out amongst the flurry of masked patrons constantly shifting around the room, moving from one conversation to another, gliding from one dance partner to another.

Her heeled boots clicked sharply against the tile as she stalked through the crowds, keeping a wide berth yet always lingering nearby– she was sure they could feel the vague sense of being watched, but with the huge crowds..her lips quirked into a grin with the barest flash of teeth. There were a great many ways to break them in– she'd spent a great amount of time and mora to get anything she could for blackmail, if she so wished. She had the backing of the Fatui as well if she played her cards right– it wouldn't be difficult to convince them that they were a valuable target, and none of them would dare to question just what she did with them afterwards.

Perhaps a bit of play, first. Test the waters. She was familiar with playing the polite gentleman, despite her status as a Fatui Harbinger. Stage something for her to intervene, perhaps, to look the hero. The look of shock when she revealed the wolf beneath the wool..she could see it already. That wide, doe-eyed look as they realized the monster they've followed blindly like a lost lamb..she was beginning to see the appeal.

All it took was a few hushed words and subtle signals before the tiles started to fall in place, her hand gliding along their lower back as she leaned over their shoulder with a thin, predatory smile. She'd have to organize for the agent to be released later, her eyes following as the Gardes dragged him out of the room in a flurry of curses, but for now..she tilted her head to peer down at them, polite and almost apologetic.

"You aren't too startled, are you? Now now, there's no need to look so..scared, poor thing. I won't let another lay a hand on you," She cooed in a sickly sweet tone, the husky rasp of her voice whispered in their ear like dripping honey. "You have my word. Now, why don't we get you some fresh air? Come. Allow me to escort you."

Her lips pulled into a jagged grin at the relief in their eyes– the blind lamb following the shepherd as it led them into it's maw. Just a little longer, and she could finally have her own caged bird– a pretty thing to admire, to protect, to possess.

Something no one else would ever touch again. Something hers.

NEUVILLETTE

Neuvillette was not one for parties. The intricacies and delicate handling of public relations he oft left in the capable hands of Furina, rather then himself. It was only at her behest he even attended at all, but he still felt rather..out of place amongst the bodies constantly shifting through the ballroom like a constant rush of water from one end to the other, no rhyme nor reason to the flow. The only thing that kept him afloat among the tides was the mask of the deer obscuring his face– even if it was exceedingly difficult to truly hide himself among the crowds, most passed over him without second thought.

Though he had to be honest with himself, even if he couldn't bring himself to admit it to Furina despite her insistence that his attendance was mandatory. He had his own reasons for coming– selfishness that left a sour taste in his mouth. It was purely by chance he'd seen the briefest glimpse of them prior, and he..was intrigued, that was all.

He refused to let his thoughts linger on the sleepless nights he spent prying every piece of information he could from loose tongues and obscure documents, every moment he managed to squeeze in between trials spent lingering in their most favored locations– cafes, stores, restaurants, the like.

Now a masquerade.

He tried not to let the guilt gnaw at his conscious, but it lingered like an age old scar that still ached.

So he relegated himself to simply residing in the further corner, nursing a goblet of water like a fine wine, trying not to let his eyes stray to the brief glimpses of them through the ever moving bodies filling the center of the room, dancing like puppets in music boxes.

Still, his hand twitched in an instinctual desire– a need to clasp his hand in their own, to touch his lips upon their knuckles, to indulge in a moment of reprieve and unshackle himself from the mantle that bears heavy upon his shoulders. He seeks reverence, worship, but not of himself– but towards the one who had drawn the eye of the dragon amongst the waves of humans he'd seen come and go for a great many years.

No one could compare, he is certain. None have left him as breathless, as hopelessly infatuated, as the one who made him wish only to kneel at their feet in senseless reverence until he could no longer speak. A hopeless man, indeed, if he has never even truly met them.

Instead he's spent his time prying into their life from the shadows. Caution, or simple cowardice?

He dares not ponder.

Yet in his ceaseless pondering he'd blocked out the world without, failing to notice the figure stepping up beside him until their hand brushed against his elbow– just the briefest touch, but it had his pupils narrowing and his entire body tensing like a coiled spring. That touch..bliss. It left him breathless and lightheaded as he tilted his head to regard them, his lips parting in a shaky sigh. They are as beautiful as he remembers– even with their face obscured beneath the mask, he would never forget them.

"Greetings, Monsieur– I hope I didn't frighten you too much." Their laugh made him feel rather faint, just the sound of their voice making his hand tighten around his cane. "..Not at all. I was simply lost in thought." He admitted apologetically, trying to reign in the urge to cup their face between his palms. A dangerous thought. He didn't want to scare them off when they'd provided him a priceless opportunity.

"My apologies, you must have needed something. It was rude of me to have been so absorbed in my thoughts to have ignored you." He continued, gently turning to set his goblet down– offer them his full attention, be a gentleman. The words rang in his skull like a ceaseless alarm, blaring and rattling his thoughts as he gently took their hand in his own. It was a split second decision– an indulgence, but he could simply not help himself. Even with his gloves between them, he felt like he was going to lose his composure just from such a brief touch..

He truly was a hopeless man before an altar, praying for a salvation he intends to bury deep beneath the waves– to keep it hidden in the darkness of the depths that only he can reach. A selfish man, he must be, to even think of it, but it is an itch that he cannot scratch. A need that must be satisfied. He cannot allow any hands but his own to tend to them, to know what it feels to touch them, to hear their voice and see their eyes as he prays– prays like a man starved, devotion born of desperation.

"I hope I did not make you wait too long." He smiles, soft and affectionate, like the bloom of spring beneath the winters chill– yet just as deadly, only masked by the sweet fragrance of flowers.

He had waited too long.

No longer.

FURINA

Furina was right at home amongst the crowds– where the masks obscured the identities of most, it was impossible to not recognize the charming banter of the Hydro Archon beneath the mask of the lamb as she graced the masquerade with her presence, speaking with a silver tongue to any who would listen. A truly enthralled audience fitting for the grandest of performers in Fontaine.

But her eyes lingered not on the people who's praise dripped from their lips like honey– yet so very bitter upon her tongue. Even the mask obscuring her expression did little to hide the longing that had her visibly deflating like a popped balloon. She hated all the eyes on her, really– it was suffocating. She was only putting on a show in the foolish hope that they'd finally pay attention to her. Just her luck, she supposes, that instead she's had to throw herself straight into the role of Archon without a pay off..

They hadn't even spared her a glance! It would be infuriating if not for the fact she couldn't even keep her composure just seeing them across the room. They didn't even have to look at her and she could feel the heat rush to her ears as she forced another smile at the crowd gathered around her. It was unfair how easily they could fluster her without even knowing it– her heart was thumping so hard against her ribcage she felt like it might burst.

Her only solace was the fact none of the patrons seemed to realize she'd clocked out of the conversation, her thoughts and eyes lingering on the distant figure– what a lovestruck fool she makes..it was a chance encounter she'd seen them during one of her outings. That was all it took to enthrall her, evidentially, try as she might to have ignore it for months.

They never left her mind for longer then a day, in the end, and she had to face the fact they had managed to enrapture her so deeply she felt like a newborn lamb learning to walk whenever she so much as thought of them. What an embarrassment! She..she was the Archon, she had a reputation to maintain, she couldn't be seen fawning over a human.

But oh, she still longed for it, beneath the veneer of a God. She'd watched them more times then she'd admit even to herself, wishing to find herself in place of those who'd hands were cradled so casually in their own– to hear their voice, their laughter, as often as she pleased..like a fine delicacy she so badly wished to taste, yet so far from her reach.

Would they think her pathetic for her infatuation? She pursed her lips at the thought, trying to bury the sour mood beneath her faux image of the Archon. Yet it lingered, and with only the quietest of excuses, she slipped into the crowd like a ghost– she needed to leave before she did something..stupid. Neuvillette would surely have a few choice words with her if she did, and she was inclined to avoid such a fate.

She..she just needed a moment to collect herself was all. That was it. She could go back to playing Archon for a little longer, she just needed a moment to herself. At the very least, the balcony had been regarded as off limits so late into the party– which gave her an opportunity to slip out of the public view for the briefest of moments. A welcome reprieve– she was starting to feel suffocated amongst the crowds.

Perhaps on instinct, she reached for the mask, lifting ever so slightly away..only to let out a startled yelp at the touch of a hand on her shoulder, the mask slipping back into place far too easily. It made her lightheaded, even now, but she dared not to dwell on it.

But when she turned sharply on her heel to chew out the person who'd followed her and had the gall to scare her..oh, she was done for, her ears flush with heat. The brief glimpse of their eyes beneath the mask, the curl of their lips as they smiled– her heart stuttered in her chest, and she was certain it had stopped all together when they clasped her hand.

"Y–you.." She wanted to be angry, to brush them off and leave with her rationality in tact, but the warmth of their hands on her skin rendered her speechless. She was no better then a fish on land, struggling to fill her lungs with air as she drew in a shaky breath. "Ahem, you caught me off guard. That's all. Surely you do not make it a habit to sneak up on people?" She huffed in indignation, trying to mask the fluster that threatened to break through her carefully crafted facade.

Ah, what a cruel twist of fate..she'd slipped away to escape their allure, but here they were, dragging her back into their orbit without even knowing how deep her infatuation ran. They were alone, too..it was a chance she wasn't sure she'd ever get again.

Maybe, just this once, she could do something for herself rather then everyone else.

She buried her guilt, the fear– buried it beneath the need to be seen.

"But if you want to make it up to me.."

#genshin impact #genshin impact yandere #genshin yandere #neuvillette x reader #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #arlecchino x reader #yandere arlecchino #yandere arlecchino x reader #furina x reader #yandere furina #yandere furina x reader #fic tag #pats neuvillette this noodle dragon can be so pathetic #aiming for pathetic desperate and slightly guilty. it gnaws at him knowing he's keeping you like a bird in a cage #esp if you react extremely negatively hes like a kicked puppy #not outwardly but internally hes a MESS. sobbing crying wailing #furina and neuvi sopping wet kittens u found in a cardboard box in an alley #vs arle thinking abt all the crimes shes going 2 commit in the process w/o an ounce of guilt. blackmail? check. kidnapping? check.#a little murder for flavor. as u can see im coping horribly w being practically snowed in rn i need 2 be put down #its like 4 degrees out rn (fahrenheit) and getting colder ueueueue i am dying..........#only thing keeping me going is my furinameow plushie coming. eventually. staying strong just for her.................#also needs 2 be mentioned all the stories r separate ksjfkhdsf #no not everyone in fontaine is yan and trying 2 kidnap sorry for getting ur hopes up..#yet #anyway u cant convince me arle isn't bribing (or just straight up forcing) her agents into doing stupid shit so she can “save” you #and make you owe her #two silly goofy little creatures vs the personification of gaslight gatekeep girlboss (heavy on the gaslight)#also split this up in 3 parts bc. lol. lmao. im not writing 9 characters at once goodbye #also all the masks do actually have significance i have an entire essay on why i gave each animal to specific characters okay

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FROSTDAWN'S LITTERMATES?? they have done LITERALLY nothing besides be the obligatory siblings. UGH

I think it would be neat if Graysky (Graysong in my AU) would've been the one to kill Splashtail. I'm planning to give him and Mistpaw more relevance from the get-go so it wouldn't be out of nowhere. What would that relevance be? idk, we'll cross that bridge when we get to it But ANYWAY, in the AU, Graysong is a bit more muscular. I want Clans to have different leadership styles. Like, the leader and deputy thing still stays, but how they approach those are different. RiverClan might have an "enforcer" outside of the leader and deputy. kind of like an officer, yk? Enforcing the rules that are already set, but they don't have a special status like the deputy. enforcers could be any role (most commonly a warrior, but a medcat or queen enforcer wouldn't be too uncommon) and they have the leader's favor.

SO, since Curlfeather was aiming to be leader, grooming Splashtail to be her deputy (also Frostdawn's arc could also include ending the cycle of abuse holy shit?!?), Graysong might have been an enforcer because he inherited Jayclaw's more muscular build. Muscular but lean, if that makes sense. He could tackle you and make it hurt, but you could also body slam him. Curlfeather is APPARENTLY overprotective of Frostdawn and her littermates (said in River) since Jayclaw died before they were born, but we don't really see that outside of Curlfeather controlling and grooming Frostpaw

So I think this kind of controlling blanket enclosed all of the siblings. I'll get to Mistpaw, but for Graysong, it kind of made him pull away from social interaction and rely more on himself. This is also how he learned to show affection. He was a very diligent kit and apprentice, and he always wanted to battle train, but he wasn't bloodthirsty, he was protective (and maybe a bit controlling as well, depending on where I take his character hehe). so when he saw his sister who had been missing from the Clans without a word for quite some time, about to be murdered by a dictator, something in him just snapped. And yeah, he's younger than Splashface (Splashtail) as well, but unlike Frostdawn, he's been training as a warrior/enforcer for his entire life, PUSHING for battle training, and he would've taken Splashface off-guard, so him killing Splashface is plausible to me.

When Splashface becomes leader, Fognose is his deputy. She advocates for Graypaw being the enforcer, despite Graypaw being Curlfeather's kit (who Splashface hates) and an apprentice. To compensate, Scalestream (canon name is Gorseclaw, this name might change) is the enforcer, and Graypaw's mentor switches from Breezeheart to Scalestream.

Scalestream is who he graduates under. Splashface names him Crookedslime. Crooked- reflecting Splashface's distrust and hatred for all of Curlfeather's kits, and -slime reflecting Splashface's perception of Graypaw; someone who sticks to authority no matter what. So, Crookedslime as a whole name means "suspicious cat who conforms to authority cats."

When all is said and done, when he's reflecting later, he hates how Splashface was kind of right.

When Icewater (Icewing lmfao) becomes leader, Crookedslime's name is changed to Graysong. Gray- because it is his birth name and he is a stoic cat, and -song because he makes the right choices in the end. He served under Splashface without complaint, but ultimately killed him when Frostdawn was about to be murdered.

So, his name as a whole means "dutiful cat who can make the wrong choices but rights them."

Under Icestar, Graysong is the enforcer. He's also the guard for Fognose when she is imprisoned instead of exiled. It tastes bitter for a reason he cannot name, but he doesn't say anything. It'll go away eventually. ... And speaking of names, Mistpaw.

I imagine her as an avoidant character. She wants to fade into the background. She doesn't want to deal with drama.

She and Graysky have practically the same personality in the books because they're so minor.

In my AU, she's soft and a sweetheart, and in a hypothetical where Mistpaw was the one exiled instead, she would've stayed with the Park Cats because it's such a nice calm change of pace.

Mistpaw isn't afraid of change until it hurts her.

She doesn't like to face reality. it's kinda canon in the books as well since canon Mistpaw said this:

"It's true that I'm pleased for you. But I'm confused, too. Our mother seemed so sure that you were meant to be a medicine cat. She went on and on about your dreams...It all seemed so certain. […] That's what's worrying me. Because it was you, Frostpaw, who said StarClan told you Curlfeather was to be our new leader. But if you were never really a medicine cat, if the visions weren't real, then does that mean our mother wasn't destined to be our leader after all? Because if she wasn't, then she didn't have to die." - Shadow pg 92

Anyway, when Frostpaw was traumatized from Curlfeather's death in River, I imagine AU-Mistpaw wouldn't have said anything when she was being pressured to go to the Moonpool (even though Frostpaw witnessed Curlfeather get torn to shreds by dogs there LMFAO RiverClan is full of assholes), but like, at night she would've snuck into Frostpaw's nest and groomed her and such and tell her things like "You don't have to go, Graypaw and I won't make you go, Graypaw will stand up to the Clan, etc." to comfort her sister.

Mistpaw would've also been traumatized by the fact that Graysong killed Splashface and would've been horrified when Frostdawn half-dies. She refuses to leave her sister's side throughout it all, grooming her pelt and bringing her food (though she knows she won't eat it bc haha coma), and Mistpaw even tries out different herbs to make her wake up.

She doesn't find them particularly interesting or thrilling, but something about them is just worth the time. I imagine RiverClan's med-dens are kinda like land coves? Accessible, but isolated. Medicine cats most likely sleep there for protection of both themselves and herbs if a raid were to happen.

So the quietness of the den and taking care of her sister convinces Mistpaw to do two major things.

1: When Frostpaw comes back to life and is granted her name of Frostdawn by Mothwing, the -dawn part inspires Mistpaw. Canonically, Frostdawn was given the -dawn suffix to celebrate change, leading RiverClan into a bright dawn, yada yada. I'm keeping it in my AU, so when Graysong and Mistpool are granted their names by the newly appointed Icestar, Mistpool rejects her name. She doesn't want to be tied to Curlfeather after being in denial for so long, she doesn't want to think about how she didn't stick up for her sister at any point and Frostdawn STILL loves her. She doesn't want to think about the events of ASC at all.

This causes an argument with Graysong because he values identity, but Icestar grants Mistpool a new name of Fishleap, to symbolize the skittish but graceful nature of fish, which can translate into a cat's personality. Icestar was Fishleap's mentor, and she understands. "Icewater," is actually a humiliation name from her time in the dark forest that she chose to keep.

Fishleap rejecting and changing her name... it isn't healing. It's avoidance, but it's a start. Fishleap couldn't tell you if she regrets changing her name or not. Would she go back to Mistpool? Would she compromise with Mistleap or Fishpool? Who knows? She doesn't.

2: When Frostdawn goes back to being a medcat, Fishleap follows. Unlike Frostdawn, Fishleap was never a med-cat. She never even thought of training as one until after the events of AU-ASC. But as I alluded to earlier, something about the profession just draws her in. Being a warrior is stressful. Her mentor was Icewater, and Icewater (and Curlfeather, but she doesn't want to think about that shh) often had to coax Mistpaw out of the apprentice's den to train.

It was always one excuse after another; she's tired, she hurt her ankle, she isn't feeling well, blah blah blah.

But with being a med-cat, there are no excuses. Fishleap doesn't need to make an excuse. She doesn't have a connection to StarClan, but Mothwing doesn't even like StarClan, and Frostdawn doesn't have one either.

(I'm ignoring the fact that her connection to StarClan got retconned in halfway through the arc DESPITE IT BEING SAID FROSTPAW DOESN'T HAVE A CONNECTION?!) Fishleap can just treat cats and gather herbs. So simple.

Her switching from a warrior to med-cat also starts an argument with Graysong, and it kind of leads to a falling out, but as I said earlier, avoidance isn't healing, so I imagine Frostdawn, after everything she went through and the lessons she learned, would want to gentle push her sister in the path of healing, like she is.

Fishleap's name under Splashface was Shredshell, and its meaning is very simple. "Cat whose borders are broken down."

#the chest in the closet #warrior cats #asc spoilers #mistpool #warrior cats au #graysky #part 2 of 2 #anyway yeah this might be all over the place but whatever posting it the internet connection is shit #also talking about Splashface and Curlfeather (who might get changed to Lightfeather)#these two are my skrunklies #canon Splashtail and my au Splashface i could never hate you #Curlfeather I could never hate you #you both deserved better than this dogshit series i can't put down #I'll talk about Berryheart as well eventually #I love her sm and she also deserved better than the erins #Sunbeam Spireclaw and Hollowspring aren't Sparrowtail's kits #they actually might be born near the collapse of The Kin in this au #so yeah kin-born cats. their father...#also Hollowspring stays in RiverClan #but that's for another post #I love my AU Hollowspring

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