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lovesickeros · 5 months

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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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adhd-merlin · 4 months

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a lesson in manners

For @merlinmicrofic. Prompt: "Then go", Arthur/Merlin/Gwen, Established Relationship, Gen. Words: 500

“Well.” Merlin rises from his chair. “If there's nothing else.”

Guinevere turns to him – her disappointment clear in her eyes, even though she tries to keep it from her voice. “You’re leaving?”

“Sorry.” Merlin smiles apologetically. “I promised Gaius I would be back in time for supper.”

Which is fair enough. Merlin’s been dining with Arthur and Guinevere more often than not, lately. They have – perhaps selfishly – grown used to his presence.

“Hardly the first time you've kept him waiting,” Arthur observes. Just to be contrary.

“Precisely. He's starting to ask questions.”

“What sort of questions?” Guinevere asks.

Merlin looks at her with a pointed raise of his eyebrows. “Ones I'd rather not answer.” Guinevere’s mouth curves into a faint smile. She closes her eyes when Merlin leans down to kiss her temple.

“I'll see you tomorrow. Good night.” Merlin nods at Arthur before going to the door.

Guinevere looks at him with a hint of sadness in her eyes – which, as a general rule, Arthur finds unacceptable. Guinevere should never look sad. Not in his presence. Not if he can help it.

“Merlin?” Arthur calls. Merlin stops, his hand on the handle. “Is that the way to take leave of your king?”

Merlin looks puzzled. “I'm sorry. Did I forget to bow?” he asks, and he does so, with a jester-like flourish.

Arthur rolls his eyes. “Yes. Not that it matters. Come here.”

“Arthur…” Merlin protests, weakly, but he obeys his beckoning.

“Guinevere got a kiss. I was just wondering at the disparity of treatment,” Arthur explains – not because he cares, but just to keep Merlin there a little longer.

Merlin clicks his tongue. “She's nicer than you.”

Arthur just looks at him.

Merlin sighs, theatrically, and Guinevere giggles.

Good.

When Merlin bends down – no doubt to give Arthur a quick peck on the lips – Arthur grabs his ridiculous neckerchief and pulls. Merlin gasps, grasping one of Arthur’s arms as he tips over, and slamming his knee next to Arthur’s thigh to avoid smashing his face against the back of his chair.

“Arthur— ” The rest of his objection is rudely interrupted by Arthur’s mouth.

Arthur kisses Merlin until he’s breathless – maybe from the kiss, maybe from the cloth that’s pulled tight around his neck. Arthur doesn’t loosen his grasp. He knows Merlin likes it.

When Arthur breaks their kiss, Merlin blinks at him vacantly. He moves his lips as if to shape a word, but seems to have forgotten what he wanted to say.

Then, he remembers. “Gaius is waiting,” he mumbles – eyes fixed on Arthur's mouth.

Arthur lets go of Merlin’s neckerchief and pats his chest. “Then go,” he says, amiably.

Merlin gets to his feet – a bit shakily. His ears are red. He walks to the door again, turns as if to say something, then frowns and closes his mouth. Wordlessly, he leaves.

Guinevere starts laughing.

Good.

“That was mean,” she says.

Arthur takes her hand and kisses it. “Don’t worry. We’ll make it up to him.”

#(pathetically fighting my way out my writer's block like a weak kitten inside a wet paper bag)#bit OOC but who cares? not me!!#merlin deserved to be snogged stupid #“why is he always wearing that silly neckerchief. clearly asking to be choked” (<- me and fourleggedfish probably)#arthur said “I can be a little silly. for my wife”#merlin micro fic #merwenthur #mergwenthur #merlin fanfiction #*

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sleepinglionhearts · 2 months

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Gougar (George) is a photogenic young man

#cats #of mom's cats gougar seems to like spending time with me most #when he's not hanging out with her #fred sometimes comes in but I've noticed he did it more often when i was lonely and sad on my days off #bc my fiancee wasn't home on those days lol #now that fiancee and i's off schedules line up better fred has other stuff to do i guess #anyway gougar is great he's such a baby #steps all over you. doesn't want to cuddle just wants pets. still sounds like a kitten when he meows for attention #wants to be friends with lune but she doesn't wanna be friends #though she will now tolerate him laying near her #just a silly little guy...

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starrstunned · 5 months

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harassment by my kitten he harasses everyone for food and he's an annoying shit who bites everything and smells bad. (I love him his name is merlin)

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enfinizatics · 1 year

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what is it with sapphics being obsessed with a severely depressed and miserable git from the dungeons with long oily hair and a questionable moral compass? it’s me, i’m sapphics.

#LIKE #how does this man have such a strong grip on my neck!!#and it doesnt matter whether it’s book severus or movie severus with alan’s face #this man can terrorize me in ANY form and i will still enjoy it #i see him and go: my little kitten you’re so silly when you get mad pls do it again #LIKE WHAT???#i actually tried to come up with a reasonable explanation for my obsession with him duting therapy #and i was like: he’s broken and i like him that way #and my therapist was like: well maybe you see yourself in him #GIRL! no need to expose me like that???#silly little rant #semi personal #severus snape #snape community #pro snape #pro severus snape #snapedom

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 3 months

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Hehe ur response to my prev ask was soooo cute :3 but I was reading through your fics and I reread the one where u dress up in the frilly maid dress for satoru and he literally falls to his knees like the LOSER he is and. It made me think…. I feel like stsg in general think ur beautiful like. All the time. Staring at u 24/7 with heart eyes like 😍😍😍”damn my bae so gorgeous” (satoru in particular……. Like you’ll be out at a cafe or something and while you’re ordering drinks he stares at you from the table twirling his hair and winking like a highschool girl flirting with her crush >_< he’s sooo silly i adore him) but why is it my first instinct to say that they would both absolutely adore you most when you’ve just woken up like… messy hair, still half asleep, a little drowsy YKKKK???? it’s such a domestic thing, to be able to see someone you love when they’re just themselves,,, not attempting to be presentable or anything… I feel like they would both be soo soft for it :( satoru is just grinning and he wants to make fun of you for being sleepy soooo bad but he thinks you look so cute and he just wants to squish your cheeks 😞😞😞 and sugu does not have such restraint. Makes a teasing little quip in his deep morning voice abt his sweet baby being sleepy……… (don’t be fooled. He wants to squish your cheeks just as bad and coo at you like you’re some sort of newborn kitten 😞😞 Trust in me believe in me I know!!!! I see the truth.) is it just an equally shared need between sugu lovers to see this man in the kitchen in the morning making breakfast like the househusband he is while teasing u for being all tired n huffy… yeah…. Maybe….. oh ok…… —stsg anon !!

RAHHHHHHHHH HOW DO YOU KEEP HITTING ALL MY WEAK POINTS WHAT SORCERY IS THIS 😭😭 stsg anon …. our lord & savior …….

STSG AND THEIR EEPY LITTLE BABYYYYYY no bc i agree SO much i don’t think there’s anything more pure and domestic and loving and soft than seeing your lover all sleepy and disheveled…. and being like Wow I Am In Love With You . AND THAT’S SOOO STSG CODED THEY’RE BOTH LOVESICK LOSERS TRUST‼️‼️‼️

i was sleepy when reading this btw you rlly made my whole morning 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 SUGU W HIS DEEP GROGGY MORNING VOICE CALLING YOU HIS SLEEPY LITTLE BABY PSVDKDBFKBFKFBFJ (SOUND OF STATIC) you rlly want me to go insane huh….. HE WOULDDDD he would be so teasing but in such a sweet way T—T oh is his baby still sleepy? need a longer nap ?? it’s ok, you can just cling to his back and get comfy while he makes you breakfast :3 <- cue incessant cooing until you’re coherent enough to tell him to cut it out . he’s suchhh a sap.

AND TORU OUR LOVERBOYYYY he wants to squish your cheeks :cccc sniffle . wants to tease you soooo badly but gets cuteness aggression instead. the type to wake you up by biting your cheeks and you’re all confused ??? like whyyy are you drooling all over me 🤨🤨 and he can’t even explain himself bc you’re so cute you literally fried his brain. sugu has to pry him off you i fear …… but would you really want him to . when your toru is equally eepy and cute and just wants to coddle you... would you really do that to him ….. ☹️☹️☹️ cuties .

is it just an equally shared need between sugu lovers to see this man in the kitchen in the morning making breakfast like the househusband he is while teasing u for being all tired n huffy… yeah…. Maybe….. oh ok……

PAGSJPAHSH PLEASEE THIS MADE ME LAUGH…. SO TRUE !!!! all suguru stans want to see him in an apron :3 engulfed by the morning sunshine :33 he’s just sooooo househusband coded……… makes you breakfast every single day. he’s so serious abt it <3333

#I’M SORRY I’M ANSWERING THIS LATE MY BELOVEDEST…… T—T #it made me feel soooo cozy and fuzzy…… you rlly DID hit all my weak spots btw i’m still squealing abt it a little 😔😔#suguru cooing over you… like you’re a newborn kitten……. (SOUND OF STATIC)#he’s so :(((((#AND SATORU TOO OFC they’re both constantly staring at you…… so awestruck………..#and they’re both so gorgeous you can’t help but do the same :((( but they WILL tease you so tread carefully……#!! ALSOOOOOO tysm for reading my silly little satoru fic wahh 🥺🥺 that made me so unbelievably happy pshdhdh #he rlly is such a LOSER in it isn’t he…#love him sm <333 #ty for this absolute meal stsg anon i adore you #will get to your other ask shortly 👀👀👀#ask tag ✩#stsg anon !! ✩

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