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mothergold · 1 year ago

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| Little By Little |

Pairing: Furina x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Selfship Coded, Fem!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Furina, No pronouns for Reader, Reader is a dancer, Love at First Sight, Implied Slow Burn, Fluff, Open Ending, 2.3k words.

A/n: This took a while to write and is very dear to me so please give this some love if you enjoy it <3

Summary: A story in which Furina and Reader meet for the very first time.

Tags: @suyacho @tighnarly @auphelia @themovingcastlez

She watched with bated breath as you danced across the stage, gripping onto the playbill as if holding onto it for survival. Lady Furina had never seen someone such as yourself before, she was truly enamored by you as she watched you sway your arms side to side, and arch your back as you allowed your body to open for the crowd. Throughout the entire show, even the scenes in which you weren’t there, she found herself wanting you to prance your way back onto the stage, regardless of if it were relevant to the story or not.

When the cast all came out for their ovation, Lady Furina scoured the stage to find a singular dancer. A dancer that some would call mediocre at best, but not to Furina. No, Lady Furina made damn sure she picked you out from the long line of cast members to study you and soak in your appearance. And while the audience was cheering for the best of the best, Furina was standing, clapping, and cheering for one surprisingly shy dancer. You almost seemed to hide behind your fellow cast members, as if too afraid to face the crowd. This and many other things Lady Furina had taken note of. If you thought this would distract her from her growing curiosity then you were to soon find yourself very sadly mistaken.

It didn’t take long for you to be ripped from her gaze, disappearing into the crowd with the rest of your cast, but that didn't stop Furina’s curiosity. If anything it only made it worse. She pushed her way through the crowd to look for you but you were long gone. She wondered how she would find you now and when, and as much as she searched high and low for you, you were nowhere to be found. Furina tried to look for you but the night only ended in disappointment. Regardless of how sly and sneaky you were, she was sure your paths would cross once again. They had to, she convinced herself.

One Week Later

It had been quite some time since Furina had last seen you and still her head stirred with thoughts of you. She dreamt of your round cheeks and the way your lips curved into the most beautiful of smiles. Every night she tossed and turned with dreams of you. Lady Furina would dream of the two of you meeting, talking amongst each other, and it only furthered her determination to find you. On the seventh day of the week Furina had propped herself up from her bed and let out a heavy sigh. It wasn’t just frustration and sadness she felt, but hopelessness, too. Earlier in the week she felt excited and hopeful for when the two of you would meet, but now she was beginning to lose all faith in herself.

Today, though, she was determined to find you. First, she needed to clear her mind, so that she would be ready for the coming adventure. There had to be someone who knew where you would be, or at the very least knew your name. So, with one big huff Furina had jumped out of bed and changed into her usual outfit, gathering a basket full of various fruits and cheeses. Lady Furina didn’t always do this, just when she really needed to relax and detach from the world, or at the very least escape the weight of the world on her shoulders. Taking a look at herself in the tall mirror which stood beside her bedroom door, she straightened her back and held her breath, before relaxing her body and exhaling. Then, just like that she swept herself out of the room in one quick motion.

Lady Furina ran through the Court of Fontaine until she had passed every shop and stall and stopped only when she was finally in the outskirts of the city. Once the stone flooring turned into a soft dirt ground Furina stopped abruptly to continue on in a slight jog. Furina progressed onward until the sight of rainbow roses and warm cottages filled her eyes. She wondered how it felt to live a ways outside of town, away from all the piercing gazes and quiet murmurs. Furina pondered how it would feel for her to live a quiet, solitary life. Even though she knew such a thing was completely out of reach, she couldn’t help but let herself daydream just a little bit.

She continued to daydream as she walked along the path, not realizing the clouds had hid the sun and small sprinkles of rain fell from the sky. Walking through the grassy fields she had found herself suddenly forgetting what she had come for in the first place, too caught up in her daydreams to really give a care in the world. Although the daydreams did permeate her brain, there was one thing that did stick— you. You, who danced around the crevices of her brain as if to lure her to wherever you could be. She admittedly had gotten a bit more distracted than she had expected, finding soon that the sun had come out once more, peeking out of the clouds as the rain subsided.

Furina found herself looking onward towards a flower bank, letting out a sigh of relief as she found herself right where she wanted to be. The flowers that stood before her were beautiful and very well taken care of. She studied it not only with her eyes but her hands as well. Taking her fingertips she touched the outside of the rose petal until it brought her up to the tip of its outer folds. It was soft and damp from the previous rainfall. Not to mention that the stem of the rose was firm and wet, a testament to its healthy condition. She had felt the urge to pull it out and take it for herself (not realizing how selfish that would be) when a voice rang through her ears abruptly.

“If you wanted this rose so bad all you had to do was ask, Miss Furina.” The voice spoke playfully but it also wore a hint of warning.

Furina stood up quickly and stumbled backwards, eventually falling onto the ground. She looked at you in pure shock and horror, looking as if she was mere seconds away from crying. That is before you quickly reassured her that you were merely teasing, feeling instantly guilty for maybe taking it a bit too far.

“God, I’m sorry. That was probably a bit much wasn’t it? I’m so sorry.” You reached out a hand for her to grab which she hesitantly took. “Here, let me help you up.”

Furina looked at you in embarrassment before finding herself quickly wrapped up in your pleasant words. The shame and regret she felt had quickly gone away with every twist and turn your voice made. It was as if she was tasting her favorite cake for the very first time, or taking the sweetest sleep she ever could. There was something special about you, something that took her breath away, something familiar, and that’s when it hit her. It was you.

“You’re– You’re that dancer from the show I saw! It’s you!” Furina exclaimed before quickly covering her mouth in slight embarrassment. She probably shouldn’t have cut in the conversations so abruptly but she couldn’t help it. It was you, after all.

You laughed nervously. “I was hoping you wouldn’t notice, but I guess it’s inevitable after all.”

Watching Furina’s eyes you saw how those previously shy and reserved glances now became widened by pure eagerness. There was something about Furina that captivated you just as much as you had with her. And that’s when you decided to do something you hadn’t done in a very long time.

“Would you like to come inside, Lady Furina?” You asked.

She slowly walked up the path to your little home with a soft smile on her face. “Yes, I’d love to. And.. you can just call me Furina.” She replied, a tint of red suddenly blossoming across her face.

“Okay, Furina, come inside.”

Furina followed you inside as she felt a pair of wings sprout from her back from the way you said her name. She’d never loved her name more than she had in that exact moment. She thanked the heavens for naming her as they did, for she never knew such a name would sound so sweet speaking from your tongue.

Following you inside she looked around in awe as every surface was decorated head to toe in all the things you loved. She noticed the various paintings on the wall, the two cats, orange and black, wandering around the house. Her eyes saw the unfinished painting on the dining table, which you had swiftly moved to another very busy part of the house.

“Sorry it’s so cluttered.. I don’t usually have guests over.” You spoke with embarrassment, worried this would turn away your very refined guest, but Furina could care less about the mess.

Furina was just happy to get to spend the afternoon with anyone, much less someone as pleasant as you. “It’s more than alright.” She reassured you. “It’s quite cozy actually, I like it.”

That eased your nerves momentarily as you tried to find something for the both of you to eat and drink, and just as you explained yourself to Furinna she had cut you off mid sentence.

“I have food! If you um.. want to share?” She asked nervously.

It wasn’t until you agreed, relaxing at the table with a sigh, that Furina had relaxed, too. Furina pulled out each article of food until the table was filled with various high quality fruits, crackers, and cheeses.

“It’s not much but…” Furina began to apologize, but you quickly cut her off.

“Not much? This looks positively delicious!” You nearly yelled out your reply as you tried to figure out just what you were going to eat first.

Furina smiled at you as you filled your plate with various foods that she had brought. She was happy that for once someone would truly enjoy the food other than her. You seemed so pleased with your food and Furina was simply enjoying being able to enjoy your company, on top of eating some fine food. Hours had passed by and the two of you had talked of stories about both your lives, asked each other questions, and remarked on how delightful the food was. Time seemed to pass so slowly while in each other's presence, and before you knew it the sun had begun to set and you started to yawn due to your sleepiness.

“Are you tired?” Furina asked. Regretting asking it the moment she had, because why else would you yawn? Of course you were tired!

Your eyes were shut halfway when you stretched out your arms and replied. “Just a little bit, but it’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“I think you should rest.” She said softly.

You stood up clumsily. “Here let me help you put it all away first.” You intended on helping Furina pack the remainder of the food away, but she stopped you.

“Keep it. I have plenty at home already.” Furina reassured you, pushing the food into your direction.

With a gentle smile you nodded and assisted her in packing up the remainder of the food, to then put away for yourself. “By the way.. Where is home for you, Furina?” You were already sure of the answer, but you wanted to be positive you weren’t being too confident.

She paused a moment before saying, “In the Court of Fontaine.” There was a moment of silence before you spoke up once again.

“I’ll have to visit sometime and maybe.. I could see you?” You asked, testing the waters for what you really wanted to ask.

“If it’s alright with you, I’d much rather take the trip to visit you out here. If that’s okay with you, of course.”

The both of you looked up, stopping what you were doing to look deep into each other’s eyes. There was so much unsaid that both of you wanted to say, but unfortunately neither of you did. Furina was too proud to ask and you were far too nervous. The both of you began to lean in slowly, ever so slowly, until the both of your lips were mere breaths away from each other. You were just about to touch your lips with hers when you heard something fall from behind you, the both of you looked into the direction of the noise to see one of your cats causing trouble.

“I’m so sorry, he’s such a little trouble maker.” You apologized, regretting the missed opportunity.

“It’s okay, I should get going anyway.” Furina said sadly.

You nodded, gathering and putting away the last of the items before walking Furina outside and down the steps. Furina stopped to turn around and look at you, wondering if she should take the opportunity to kiss you, again. Unfortunately, her confidence had since withered away.

You looked at her with eager eyes. “Will I ever see you again?” You questioned, waiting impatiently for her answer.

Instead of saying a single word, Furina reached for your hand and gently held it in hers as she leaned down and kissed the back of your hand tenderly. She looked up at you as she carefully pulled away. And without saying a single word she smiled and waved at you as she walked down the path of the dirt trail that would lead her back to the city, back to what she was supposed to call home. As she walked home you couldn’t help but watch her until her figure became nothing but a mere memory..

#furina x reader #furina x you #furina x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n

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agerefandom · 2 years ago

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Agere Ask Games Masterpost

It’s hard to find them on the tumblr search function so this is a little masterpost of ask games for me to use later, possibly! Feel free to send me other ones to add!! I definitely wasn’t able to find as many as I’d like, and I know a lot are from deleted tumblr blogs so they won’t show up in the tags anymore.

Fandom/Character Ask Games:

vocalsynthagere’s big agere & petre question list

agere diaper headcanons ask game

ABC headcanon ask game

selfship agere ask game

agere-safe selfship ask game

headcanons for regressors, caregivers, and flips

my agere headcanon ask game / (the ask game that ripped off mine)

Non-Fandom Agere Ask Games:

nostalgia/agere ask game

ask game for littles and cgs

ask game for cgs/flips/babysitters

little me vs big me game

general questions

basic but fun 2

#links #masterpost #ask games #agere ask games #sfw agere #fandom agere #agere community #reference #for later

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dpimagines · 3 years ago

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The Sharpest Lives; Wade Wilson (feat. Nathan Summers) part three of [?]

PART ONE / PART TWO

author's note: In honor of the lovely @ghostlyvenus-selfships reblogging and appreciating part two, I figured I could go ahead and post part 3 a little early so she and the rest of you can meet Cable sooner.

tag list: @peculiar-persephone @fuckyouandtheboatyoucamein @yomama-umbridge @dee-vn @ghostlyvenus-selfships

same trigger warnings as parts one and two, let me know if I need to add more! <3

You eventually find yourself at Sister Margaret’s, taking shot after shot, chasing it with just enough blood to keep you high, but not enough to completely wear off the effects of the alcohol.

“Don’t be taking too many jobs of our jobs away, now,” someone remarks.

“I know, I know,” you chuckle. “Just stopping by for a drink and maybe a couple of jobs. Kinda got pissed and trashed my laptop.”

“Living with that asshole will do that to you,” Weasel scoffs from behind the bar. “Where is your handsome husband, by the way?”

“What do you get when you combine an elephant and a rhino?”

“What?” Weasel asks, bewildered by the subject change.

“Elephino!” you answer both questions, and he snickers.

“You two really are a match made in Heaven,” he sighs. “Or maybe Hell, considering you’re here when I know you’re not supposed to be. I’m cutting you off.”

“Come on, dude, at least I actually pay off my tab,” you whine.

“That is true…” he muses. “What kinda job were you hoping to take?”

“I don’t know. I hate to take the bigger jobs from these guys, but I…”

“Need something a little more? I’ve got one everybody’s too scared to touch. Edward Fredricksen. Apparently some mutie in foster care was sent to his school or whatever. Got adopted by her super rich aunt and uncle. They’ve got loads of cash, so they don’t care to sue. They just want him dead.”

“That sounds ideal. Why’s everyone so scared?”

“Well, Mr. Fredricksen is kind of a big deal. Lots of security, lots of press praising him for ‘fixing’ mutant children, that sort of thing. But, that shouldn’t be a problem for you, should it?”

“Not at all. Thanks, Weasel. Mind if I pay our friend in the basement a visit?”

“Not at all,” he obliges.

“Don’t tell Wade. He doesn’t want me drinking anymore unless he’s having one of those days,” you inform him.

“With what you two are going through? That’s just cruel,” Weasel hisses in sympathy.

“Wait,” a man at the bar you hadn’t really noticed chimes in. “When you drink that blood, you don’t feel pain?”

“Somebody’s a little late to the party,” you remark. “Yeah. It’s kind of my thing. Drink blood, heal a little and gain any special abilities of the person it came from. That’s why these guys don’t want me to come around here too often.”

“You really should stop drinking that blood. It made it harder to find you.”

“Find… Me? Wait, you’re not saying you’re… But it just started, like-“

“Yesterday?”

You nod.

“We have a lot to talk about. Mind if I accompany her down to the basement?”

“Why would I care?”

“She’s clearly not the strongest between the two of us, I could easily overpower her,” the strange man says, but he sounds angry.

The whole bar roars with laughter, you included.

“Dude, I’d rip your heart out and eat it while it was still beating before you could even lay a finger on me. We really do have a lot to talk about.”

You lead him behind the bar and down the stairs. He’s silent as you descend the creaky stairs, but too in his head to follow your lead fully. He steps through a rotted spot on one of the stairs, but you catch him in time.

“I- Eugh, what are you doing? It feels weird,” he grumbles.

“That’s what she said,” you snort. “Holding your foot up by your veins. Hemokinesis. Next time I’ll just let you fall. I should’ve.”

“Is that any way to talk to your soulmate?”

You scoff.

“Picked a real shitty time to show up. My wife just died.”

“Oh, I- I’d say I’m sorry, but I know that doesn’t do much. Mine just did, too, and the last thing I’d wanna hear is an apology. It’s kind of my fault.”

“Mine was kinda my fault, too. Watch where I step and step there, okay? I should’ve warned you,” your tone softens, and you offer him your hand. His hand is cold, and you realize it’s metal. You can feel the way your touch sends tingles through it, Francis’ blood is starting to wear off. “I- I’m sorry, what… That’s rude, uh…”

“I should’ve been paying attention to that in the first place. And it’s a virus. You won’t get it just by touching, but, uh, I wouldn’t attempt eating my still-beating heart anytime soon.”

“Noted,” you reply. “You don’t have to hold my hand, if it hurts.”

“It’s alright. It feels good more than it hurts, but… You can’t feel that, can you?”

You shake your head.

“Y/N! Is that you? Who’s that with you? Oh, please tell me it’s Wade, I’ve really missed him,” Francis taunts.

“He seems friendly.”

“He’s not. That’s why we keep him chained up down here,” you say. “I can explain later.”

You weave yourself between stacks of boxes until you’re met with Francis, restrained in every way possible. After all, it wouldn’t hurt him to dislocate his bones and get out of traditional restraints.

“Stay at least six feet away at all times,” you warn your new friend.

“Aw, Y/N, don’t be a bully, introduce me.”

“Whatever, Francis, this is…”

“Nathan.”

“This is Nathan. Nathan, this is Francis.”

“Did you get sick of Wade this quickly? Did you and Vanessa run off together and leave him? I never did understand why you two stayed, such beautiful women wasted on a slob like that.

“But, I suppose there was more benefit for you. He’s immortal! A little fuck and suck every now and then in exchange for a pint of blood doesn’t sound so bad. You just take it from me.”

Speaking of… You push the blood from a less critical vein out, letting it refill the cranberry juice bottle before sending a few drops of your own blood in his direction to seal the wound and keep him just alive enough that you can continue to do this for as long as you want.

“Wow, not even a word to defend your precious soulmate. Things really have gone down the drain. Ah… Someone finally got to her, didn’t they? You had to have known it was only a matter of time. He’s just too reckless.”

“Shut up, shitbag,” you give in and respond, but you don’t let him push you more than that.

“Oh? Really? I was just trying to see what would stick. Poor girl. I don’t feel pain, but I’ve always pitied you being stuck with that loon.”

“Is he really that bad?”

“Nathan-“ you try to warn him.

“Oh, the worst. Such a pathetic creature. You should scoop her up and take her away from all this mess. Did you know that when they met, he rejected her? Told her to buzz off. If it wasn’t for Vanessa, he wouldn’t have even given her a second glance.”

“This douchenozzle is evil, you can’t listen to a word that comes from his mouth. I was seventeen when that happened. He was just trying to keep me safe,” you defend Wade.

“He loved her more,” Francis insists. “That’s why you let her die, isn’t it?”

“I didn’t let her die, he did!” you finally snap, but then your pain melts away. You look at your hand, squeezing the heart that’s in it. “Aw, shit. Wade’s gonna be so pissed at me. Damn it. And I already like you too much to kill you like I told him I was going to. This sucks!”

“Uh… Don’t worry about it, doll. I’ve got a truck, I’ll run to the hardware store I passed on the way here to get you some buckets to put what’s left of his blood in.”

“Doll? What are you, fifty?”

“Forty-six...” he mumbles, looking a bit hurt.

“Oh, I- I should probably say I’m sorry. It’s sweet, it is, I’m just…” You squeeze Francis’s heart again, for emphasis. “Not really with the whole sympathy thing right now.”

He chuckles at that.

“I’ll be back,” he tells you, leaving you to sit with another corpse.

He comes back, but not with buckets. With jars. Lots of them.

“I just thought, y’know… Somethin’ prettier, or whatever stupid shit. I don’t know,” he grumbles, and you giggle.

“Oh, you like to play the big tough guy, but you’re a little softie, aren’t you? That’s just adorable. Thank you, this was… This is very thoughtful,” you commend him, swiftly emptying Francis’ remaining blood into the cute round jars.

“So, uh… How old are you?”

“Twenty and three-quarters!” you chirp.

“And how old is that Wade guy?” he asks.

“He’s thirty-four.”

“You’re a bit young. We all go out on a date, people are gonna assume you’re our daughter before they assume you’re our girlfriend.”

“Yeah, I guess, but soulmates are soulmates, y’know? I’m his wife. Not legally, unfortunately plural marriage isn’t legal unless everyone involved is a soulmate to at least one other person in the group, and Vanessa… She didn’t have a soulmate.”

“But it felt like she was yours, didn’t it? That’s how I feel about my wife… Felt.”

“It’s okay if you still feel it. Neither of us’ll be mad at you.”

“Thanks,” he sighs. “You’re- I think I’m glad I met you first.”

“Wade probably needs you more than I do, right now. Where’d you come from?”

“About fifty years into the future. The guy that murdered my wife, he’s just a kid, now, but… He kills somebody. It changes him. I had a different plan before but, I’ve come up with a better one…I think you can help me. That somebody he kills is Edward Fredricksen. So, all you’ve gotta do is kill him first,” Nathan says. “I assume that won’t be a problem.”

You’re still using Francis’ heart as a stress ball, and you drop it, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

He chuckles, though, before helping you put the jars of blood in an empty crate and nudging you away when you attempt to pick it up.

“We should head back up. I’ll inform Weasel of the body, he can handle it,” you decide. Nathan follows you up the stairs and you do as you said you would. Nathan places the crate carefully in the backseat.

“How’d you get here?”

“Walked from my apartment. I don’t wanna go back there, though, uh… Hm.”

“I have a hotel room. You’re welcome to stay with me, but, uh… There’s just one bed.”

“What is this, a fanfiction?” you giggle. “That’s fine, I don’t mind if you don’t mind.”

“A fan wh- Never mind. Yeah, c’mon.”

The drive is a comfortable sort of quiet, and you decide to take a moment to observe your soulmate. You haven’t really looked at him, and-

Oh no.

He’s devastatingly handsome.

You quickly look away, watching the city you reside in fade into an unfamiliar area as the moon gets higher in the sky and your pain slowly inches back in.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “That’s…”

“Yeah,” you murmur. “I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry. You… You’re gonna feel better, one day. We both will, at least in terms of grief. But this chronic shit Wade and I have, it’s… Why you? It’s just cruel.”

“If you think Wade’s pain is bad now…” you snicker.

“What? It’s been worse?”

“Yeah, when… Francis… I don’t know if it’s my story to tell, but Wade got his powers through human experimentation. He got diagnosed with cancer, and they… Manipulated him into it. Those experiments… I woke up at midnight on my sixteenth birthday screaming, and it didn’t really stop for about… Seven months? I didn’t meet Wade until about a year after that, though.”

“And he had the nerve-“

“I was still underage.”

“All the more reason to keep you close, to protect you!” Nathan argues.

“Vanessa saw it that way, too. She convinced him to at least spend time with me, y’know, apologize, all that. But, I liked her better than I liked him, I still do, even if I love them equally,” you laugh. “Guess that should’ve been a hint that we were meant to have a third.”

“She sounds really wonderful.”

“She was,” you sigh. “I-“ you start, but you’re cut off with a sob. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Nathan murmurs. His eyes are on the road, but he offers his metal hand to you. You take it, feeling the pinpricks travel up and down.

“Maybe it’d be different if I’d gotten to say goodbye,” you confess. “Easier.”

“I know the feeling. I was out on a mission, and when I got back… Everything was ashes. My wife, my… My daughter.”

“The anniversary of when they met,” you choke out. “I- I got her a necklace. It was opal, it was her birthstone, and Wade had saved an arcade token from their first date. She got her IUD taken out. We were… We were gonna be a family,” you whimper. “I never- I’ve never had a family. And then… Wade had been late, a job, but… But those men… Why didn’t he take care of them? They… They shot me first, in the spine, and then her, and Wade gave me some of his blood, but… But why didn’t he give her mine, first? Maybe I would’ve been fine, but even if I died, it would’ve…”

“It would’ve been better than this.”

“Finally, someone understands,” you whimper. “Finally.”

“I- I understand,” he admits, but you feel a “but” coming… “But, I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad we’ve met. And I hope you don’t mind, but when I meet this Wade fella, I’m gonna have to break his fuckin’ nose. Soulmate or no, he’s put you through too much. You…” His eyes drift to your hands. “You can definitely handle yourself, but that… That doesn’t mean he shouldn’t wanna protect you.”

“His style of protecting me is what got Vanessa killed,” you remind him.

“Exactly. Those men… If I’d known about Russell, I would’ve killed him. He knew about those men, and… Laziness.”

“I guess. I just wish I’d been stronger for just a second longer, I could’ve-“

“Shot in the spine, doll. Shot in the spine,” he insists.

“I was out for a while, and then… He’d already had her cremated and sent to her family. Apparently that’s what she wanted, but-“

“That is beyond fucked. I know that Francis guy is an asshole, but he kinda had a point. You- You deserve a lot better than him, better than either of us.”

“I- Thanks. But I am a mass murderer, you picked up on that, right?”

“Sweetest mass murderer I’ve ever met,” he remarks. “Cutest, too.”

You giggle.

“Are you seriously flirting with me right now?” you ask, but you’re not angry, simply… Amused. “Might be a waste of your time, though. You’re headed back to your wifey after this, right? The whole point is saving her, and- And your daughter.”

“You’re more her type than I am. I was gonna wait to ask, but… I want you to come with me. It doesn’t have to be a relationship right away, but… Think about it.”

“I don’t see why not,” you go ahead and answer.

“I said, ‘Think about it,’”

“I’m a quick thinker,” you retort, and he scoffs, turning right to the motel parking lot.

“It’s a bit of a mess, I’m sorry. Wasn’t exactly expecting a lovely and talented assistant for this magic show,” he jokes, unlocking the door to let you both in before locking it behind him.

“You think I’m lovely?” you wonder as you take off your jacket and drape it over a chair, half-joking yourself.

“Of course I do,” he seriously answers after turning to face you.

“Jeez,” you say, because it’s all you can say, looking up at him with widened eyes and an agape mouth.

“What? It’s not like you don’t hear it all the- I’m gonna kill him.”

“Hey, he just doesn't normally use that kind of word, he still compliments me!” you insist.

“Wait… Wade, hitman, immortal, crude… Is our soulmate fucking Deadpool?!”

You shrink back, and he immediately looks remorseful.

“Uh, um… Yes?”

“I’m sorry, that just… Complicates things a little.”

“You’re tellin’ me,” you scoff, taking off your shoes.

“Right…” he sighs, tossing beer cans off the bed and into the bin, his few bits of laundry to a pile in the corner, and his weaponry into duffle bags. “You should get your beauty sleep. I gotta say, if you’re this pretty running on bitterness and fumes, I might just drop dead at the sight of you with a real smile.”

“Well, you can rest assured that that won’t be happening for a long time,” you remark, forcing the blood away from your cheeks and your heart’s beating to steady.

“That’s okay,” he says softly. “I don’t- I don’t make it a habit to bring women’s pajamas with me wherever I go, but those jeans, they don’t look too comfortable in the first place…”

“If you wanted me to undress, you could’ve just asked,” you flirt. “You could do it for me if you want.”

“I- Uh- Fuck-“

You cackle, unbuttoning your pants and chucking them at the laundry pile.

“That easy, huh? You’re almost as bad as Wade.”

“Do you want to walk?”

“Please, something tells me you’re gonna be inside him more than you are me.”

“Doubt it. You…” He gives a sigh that isn’t even really a sigh, more like blowing air. “I bet the only reason Deadpool and I could ever get along is you.”

“You’re too kind. Is it okay if I take my bra off?”

“Psh, yeah, I want you to be comfortable.”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just… You should be comfortable, too.”

“Y’see? Sweetest mass murderer ever,” he reminds you. After you temporarily discard your bra, you have a realization.

“Mind if I borrow a shirt? It’s a bit, uh…” You look down at the tank top you were wearing under your jacket, nipples hard due to the air conditioner blasting. “Chilly in here.”

He looks confused before sparing a glance downwards and quickly taking off his tee shirt, giving it to you.

“I’ll turn around,” he says sharply.

“Nothing you’re not gonna see eventually,” you mumble, allowing him the excuse to peek a little before changing shirts.

“Mind if I take off my pants, too? Not the best for sleeping.”

“I don’t mind, as long as you’re wearing underwear,” you consent. He nods, discarding his pants in the same laundry pile before rejoining you in bed.

He turns the TV off before the lamp.

“Don’t be shy, now,” he teases, pulling you into his side.

“You didn’t seem the cuddling type.”

“Didn’t you say I was a secret softie?”

“I was a little less sober then,” you remind him in return.

“Fair enough,” he admits, and that’s the end of the conversation for the night.

The two of you sleep fitfully, but every time either of you wakes up, the other is there to snuggle and whisper reassurances. It’s as perfect as it can be in these circumstances, and while that’s not saying much, it says everything.

#nathan summers fanfiction #nathan summers imagine #nathan summers #nathan summers x reader #wade wilson fanfiction #wade wilson x reader #wade wilson imagine #wade wilson #cable #cable x reader #cable imagine #cable fanfiction #deadpool imagine #deadpool x reader #deadpool fanfiction #deadpool 2 #deadpool

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mrskurono · 4 years ago

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Hi Three! I don’t know if Rae told you but a lot happened to me in October and I ended up taking a “break” from Tumblr for a while. But I’m back! I realized I miss going on both of your blogs T_T Thanks for remembering me <3 This is my favorite time of the year so I love the festive theme!

That’s such a great idea! I definitely need to get Bokuto all sizes of our photos. Why didn’t I think he’d put the photos everywhere?!? Also, I’m cracking up thinking of him crying but I know I’d probably cry too. I love my sweet owl! Thanks for understanding where I’m coming from for Iwazumi’s gift! I really felt that quality time would be his love language. I just want him to be relaxed lol

Aww, you and Kageyama are so cute! Yes, I can see him liking whatever you get him. He’s definitely grateful and appreciate all types of gifts! The engraved ring is such an amazing way to propose though! I love it! Kageyama would be so confused but adorable when he realizes he’s engaged to you hehe

I don’t want to bombard you with too many asks but I started watching Fire Force last week and I’m obsessed with Obi! 😍 I don’t know if I can say I really selfship but I can only imagine being married to him and his gift being a sonogram of our child. But I think Obi would spoil me rotten because that man just seems like he’d take care of his significant other so well!

-😊 anon

I did not but breaks and shit are never a problem. I know I go long periods without really focusing on anything but myself and limiting input for my mental health so worry not! I'm just glad you're well and pls don't ever apologize for that kind of thing, personal wellness comes first <3

Bokuto and the pictures killed me bc I just see him as that dude who whips out his wallet and it unfolds to a comical amount of pics shoved into a tiny little wallet. And he just goes into grand detail to explain everything about each one of them bc he's just so excited. And Iwa is an only child with like, fairly functioning parental figures throughout his life so I can probably safely agree that the "getting him flashy things" doesn't suit him much since he probably never really went without and lived comfortably. But your time and attention? That's something he cherishes and doesn't need a price tag tacked onto it to make it special. He just wants to be with you especially during holidays and such.

Once again Kageyama stealing my heart over anyone else in hq. Probably why I snuggle with my kags doll nightly and not anyone else 😂

Yay!!! Another unsuspecting fool sucking into the Fire Force series!!! It's really terrific I swear even if you choose to read the manga it's so fucking good.

And Obi is undeniably likable! He's not my type but I adore him and his importance to the story. Plus he's an Aires like me and I just wanna be fucking jacked like that too 😔 RIP I'll never be 6'2 and built like a fucking brick building.

But also 100% surprising Obi with a pregnancy. He even mentions about realizing he's old enough to have kids. And he's got big dad energy. Man would sob and worship the ground you walk on if you pulled that one him.

#god pls dont watch the haijima arc just once lol #kurono is an....acquired taste yes #he's really not THAT bad after those first few episodes XD #and he's even better manga wise so like....don't judge my taste kurono isnt terrible terrible only mildly terrible XD #😊.♡#anon #three.talks

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theonlybatopus · 5 years ago

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SelfShip Week Attempt 2

Since you guys are running until the end of the month now, I decided to take another crack at it! With far less angst and far more idiocy :D

First day prompt under the cut because it’s long-ish.

If you’d like tags they are on the A03 link but really so far everything is pretty “PG-13″ rated.

@selfshipperapproved

This was all your sisters’ fault.

Everything usually was but this took the cake. Weren’t older siblings supposed be the ones who took care of things not made them infinitely more difficult?!

“What do you mean ‘she’s gone’?”

“That she’s no longer in the estate.”

“I know what you—never mind. Just…do mother and father know?”

“Not presently.”

You can feel a stomachache coming and wrap your arms around yourself for comfort. One small thing that might make it all salvageable. Maybe. Who knows what other servants—

“Then who does?”

“Myself and her maid…and the stables.”

“…wonderful.” Your hands creep up to rub at your temples. You needed a plan. There were only—you glanced to the clock—six hours until she was meant to be saying her vows. You could handle this. You always handled her messes; this one was no different.

If you didn’t include the fact that she basically just made your family name ruin a treaty before it fucking started!

“Okay…okay, everyone is to keep silent. <i>Do not</i> tell my parents a word, do you understand? Absolute silence. If you have to throw the babbler mouths in the dungeon, do it. But no one breathes a word until after the wedding.”

“Anything else?”

With a shaky breath you straighten. You’re both the same height, same hair color. This could work.

“Bring me the dress maker and my sisters dress.”

“It’s good to see you taking this well, dear, I’m so proud of you.”

You nod behind the veil as your father walks you down the aisle and imagine strangling your sister. If she ever came back, she owed you. More than owed you. She would be your indentured servant for life. If you didn’t cause the war to restart and get killed when everyone found out that is.

Heart thundering you held back a whimper or groan or mix of both when he finally released you with a kiss on forehead. A hand on your back to push you towards the groom. Who was nothing like what you expected, not that you’d even seen a picture, that privilege was for the actual fucking bride!

Even though no one could see if, you tried to smile at him from behind the veil, taking in his features instead of hearing the words around you. He wasn’t half bad. For a skeleton. It could have been worse as far as arranged marriages went. Sure, his teeth were sharp enough to rip out your throat, and maybe he looked like he could snap you in half but standing there with his hands in his pockets…well, it could have been worse is all.

A throat cleared and you focused, gaze flickering until they met your soon-to-be husbands. When you still did nothing, he raised an eyebrow and glanced down. Rings! Right!

“I do.”

You half whispered it as you slid on the ring. Thankfully no one else aside from those at the front can hear it and recognize you. Especially when the skeleton laughs at you lowly, and the official continues over you sternly. You’d almost ruined it before it finished. Resisting the urge to smack yourself in the face you focus on what is being said. If you can just get through this, you could deal with the fall out later.

Divorces took what? A few weeks to process. You could delay a war for a few weeks, maybe your settlement could be—wait, would this sort of thing even have a divorce process. Gods what had you don—

Another cough.

Shit!

What was he saying?

“You may kiss the bride.”

Well, fuck.

You’d forgotten about that.

There’s no time to back out as the skeleton yanks you to him, done with what probably looks like you stalling. Thankfully it’s a press of teeth over the veil. Lips and pointed edges meeting then drawing the smallest bit of blood from your lips as he pulls away.

He releases you as abruptly as he’d grabbed you, the same passive grin on his face as he licks blood off his tooth and raises your still joined hands.

“I now pronounce you, husband and wife!”

You’d managed to not talk to any of your own family during the shortest and tensest reception you’d ever been a part of. So far, no one had noticed. Actually, you think your mother did but her eyes had only gone a little wide then she her smile was back and you thought maybe you’d imagined it.

But now you were panicking.

Worse than your parents finding out was the monsters, but you couldn’t wear a veil the whole night. Maybe if you told him you were shy and covered your face with a pillow instead? Wait…did monsters even have sex? Maybe you had nothing to worry about.

There was a knock on the bathroom door and you barely held back a scream.

“Ya die in there or what?”

“Y-no! I’m…freshening up!”

“Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout that.”

The words were easy going but his tone said hurry the hell up. Pressing your palms over your mouth you silently screamed before pulling open the door with a smile, veil still in place.

“My apologies for not—”

“’Nough with the formalities. Sit.”

He jerked his head to the bed and you cautiously went to sit while he leaned against the doorframe and watched you. His lights were small enough that they were almost gone and frankly, terrifying.

“If I upset you, I’m sorry. It must be nerves.”

“Yeah. Lotsa nerves when ya been lyin’ all day.” His words could almost be comforting if not for the last bit. You feel yourself tense, ready to bolt. He only snorts and stalks forward, flipping the veil with a casual flick of his wrist before you have a chance to process what the hell just happened. “’S what I thought.”

“I can explain!”

“Sure, ya can.” He sighs.

“I mean it, I—”

“Nah,” he cuts you off and plops on the bed beside you with a yawn. “Didn’t mean I doubted ya, just don’t give a fuck.”

“I…what.”

For a few minutes you just stare at each other. Him lying on the bed while you sit there like a gaping fish before he laughs a little and pats the bed beside him.

“Look, s’all for looks. Ain’t even my plan, ‘s my brothers and all of ‘em.” He shrugs and loosens his tie, getting supremely comfortable for someone who just married the wrong person. Once more he pats the bed, an invitation to lay down. “Just relax, yer wound tighter than a spring, ain’t ya?”

You think about all the panic. Your sister running away to escape this. About how you probably could have sent a servant instead. About how it was all for show like you’d thought and a laugh bubbles to the surface. Even to your own ears it’s a little hysterical until you’re laugh so hard you’re crying.

When you finally manage to stop, he’s still just watching you but the tension in your shoulders is gone and he pats once more. This time you flop on the bed beside him and stare at the ceiling while you try to process the day finally.

“…what happens when your brother finds out then?”

“He ain’t gonna find it as humerous as me.”

“But—”

“Look, s’all already done. Married ya. Can’t do shit ‘bout it now, and tibia honest, I don’t give a shit. So take a nap and ya can find out tomorrow.”

“Were those puns?”

Snoring is your only response. You know he’s faking but honestly…you’re pretty tired too.

Your mind is trying to go a hundred miles an hour but there is only so many surprises you can handle in a day. With a sigh you close your eyes as one last thought drifts through your head.

“Should’ve said to-marrow.”

“Heh. Not bad.”

#self insert #reader fic #selfship #sanship #undertale au #underfell #tropes and crack #arranged marriage tropes #I could literally be doing anything else #but I'm writing this #also on A03 #I've no idea what I'm doing

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mothergold · 1 year ago

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| Heaven and Earth |

Pairing: Albedo x OC!Juniper

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, This is NOT an x reader, Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU, Selfship/Self Insert, Death, Heavy Angst, Implied/Alluding to Suicide, He/Him Pronouns for Albedo, She/Her for Juniper, Juniper and Albedo have a kid, Panic Attacks, Mental Breakdowns, Toxicity/Toxic Relationship (my selfship isn’t technically toxic but for this fic it might come off a little unsavory at parts), Albedo is implied to have PTSD, Trauma, 4.9k words.

A/n: Hi this fic was inspired by the conversation where me and @/auphelia bounced ideas about my selfship lore hehe so enjoy guys <3

Summary: Albedo and Juniper are victims of the archon's fascination and are reincarnated in many lifetimes. The problem is that only Albedo remembers anything from those past lives and thus must prove himself worthy to Juniper in every lifetime.

Tagging: @auphelia @suyacho @themovingcastlez @tighnarly @fleur-de-leap

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“Oh my god, Mr. Albedo you’re a genius!” Sucrose exclaims.

She held up a vial to her colleague with pure excitement. She thought she’d get the same reaction in return, but what she witnessed instead frightened her. Albedo turned to her slowly and with eyes as empty as ever, he replied coldly.

“Don’t ever call me that.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine. She tried to ignore it but even Sucrose knew better than to chalk this up to simply nothing. Sucrose saw how Albedo was slowly descending into madness. Some moments she wondered if this was inevitable, but then quickly snapped herself out of it. Reassuring herself that her friend was not like that. Unfortunately, there was only so much she could do, especially in that moment. So, she kept a watchful eye and confided in Kaeya about moments like this, moments where Sucrose could slowly see Albedo drowning underneath the weight of it all. She tried to reassure him that he could talk to her if ever he felt the need, but it wasn’t as simple as that.

Albedo couldn’t just tell Sucrose what happened and what has been happening over and over and over again. He couldn’t tell anyone. Who would believe him? Genius or not, it would ruin what little reputation he had left. There was always that voice in his head that told him that talking about it with someone wouldn’t hurt, it wouldn’t go as badly as he thought, but that was before one of the worst memorable moments of his lives had happened. Before he spilled his heart and soul to Juniper, and became utterly distraught from his feeble attempts at trying to save her. Albedo didn’t remember much from that day except for the parts that stung like hell. Like when he told her all about the reincarnations and how he was the only one who remembered anything, and that she would die in many ways he could never predict.

It started calm and collected, his words moving carefully and cautiously, but somewhere down along the line it transformed into something frantic, drenched with guilt and regret. He watched as her face went from concern to fright. He wasn’t quite sure why he was scaring his wife, and even when the answers were right in front of him, he just couldn’t control himself. The words spilled and poured past his lips like a damning prayer. Albedo didn’t remember much but what he did remember was the way her eyes lit up in terror. That expression of hers would be forever branded into his brain.

He remembers the way he clawed at the bottom of her skirt. Her skirt, so graceful and free, which had been trapped in his hands which were balled into fists. Albedo’s nails carved at the fabric of her clothing, ripping holes into something beautiful he had made for her and turning it into something ugly. You looked down at his expression in absolute horror, his face red and wet from his desperation and tears. His face was twisted into a horrific expression, one that bore the pain of many, many people. Maybe he was telling the truth? Juniper thought to herself. Maybe, I had died in a past life with him. Maybe when he wept, clinging to her for dear life and begging for her to trust and believe in his words, perhaps he was telling the truth.

“Please.. You.. you have to believe me.” He cried out, pulling her closer to him by the hem of her skirt.

But she didn’t believe him. There was simply no way to believe in him. That sort of thing didn’t happen, right? In her anxiousness she pulled away from him, enough that he would tighten his grip only to loosen it in just a few seconds. It couldn’t be helped, she was scared. She had a right to react the way she did. Didn’t she?

“Bedo you’re… you’re scaring me.” She whispered, too frightened to raise her voice an octave higher.

This time she pulled completely out of his grasp, no lingering touches grazing her or her clothing. He stared up at Juniper with tear-filled eyes. There were heavy bags underneath his eyes, darker than she’d ever seen anyone's look before, and his mouth fell slightly open as his tears dripped down to his lips. The taste of his sorrow was more sour than the day he lost her, and all he wanted was the sweetness of her love again. It was tragic really, that a man who was destined to be with his soulmate in every lifetime was forced to fail in every single one. Albedo had been gifted gold and had managed to tarnish it in almost every life he had lived.

So, he watched helplessly as she walked out on him, frantically tripping over her own feet as she ran out the door like a scared house cat. As Albedo fell apart, melting into the wooden floors they had both walked on in those past years, he swore to himself this would be the last time he initiated contact with her. No longer would he go out of his way to befriend her, woo her, love and cherish her, only for his love to die right before his very eyes in every lifetime. It was then that he decided to do the most sane thing he’d ever do, leave. He left, so that when and if she returned, which she most certainly did, she would be left with absolutely nothing but his memory. He would never be there to witness the pure panic she endured as she realized, nor watch the way Juniper and Kaeya searched for decades all across Teyvat just looking for him.

Albedo would never see how it absolutely destroyed her. When he left to put a bandaid over a self-inflicted gash, she continued to wither and die slowly until all that anguish finally caught up with her. It infected her until what only remained was an extremely sad memory. She wondered as she died if things would’ve been different had she listened to him, and as her heart began to slow she couldn’t help but hear his words ring true in her ears which had barely heard much of anything those days. As you took your final breaths your hand twitched, slowly reaching out for the hand of a long lost lover. She died warm in the bed he’d made her, Kaeya was kneeling on the floor, holding her hand gently as he watched the light finally leave her eyes. People said she lost her life to old age, but both Kaeya and Albedo knew better than that.

So, as that life eventually took her , and Albedo eventually found his own way out of this one, he once again was reborn into another lifetime. A life where all he would worry about was seeing her again, and it would prove to be one of the many curses bestowed upon him. He tried his best to avoid her, but fate had a way of mocking him. It was when he had taken a spontaneous walk that his unluckiness would catch up to him. He locked eyes with her figure from afar, and quickly hid behind a nearby tree. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, panic enveloped him while his worst fear slowly crept behind him. He just had to keep still and hidden, he convinced himself. Sadly, his reassurances did nothing to ease the fear he felt. Especially when a hand placed itself on his shoulder and a soft voice of concern followed soon after.

He couldn’t possibly face her like this, not in this awful state. Her eyes looked at him with nothing but compassion and worry, and all he could do not to fall apart was remain completely still. Visions of what if scenarios haunted his mind and so he remained completely frozen, refusing to move even an inch until he was sure he could act with complete control. He sat there crumbling onto the grassy ground as she rubbed his back and soothed him through his attack, and for some magical reason it worked. Before he knew it his breathing had slowed, and his heart rested at a rate that was somewhat normal. Letting himself be still with her, even if for a moment was healing in a way he’d almost forgotten about.

Still, as sentimental as this moment was it did not erase the damage he had done nor the madness that stirred within his body. He shared some of this life with her. Yes, he had allowed himself to know the joys of her laughter and feel the tender touch of her skin against his, but never did he forget the damage he had caused. As he lived in a house with her that was nearly identical to the homes they shared in other lifetimes, he didn’t once forget how her eyes looked at him on that day. He could never erase the memory of her wrinkled hand in his as she gave him one last smile. Albedo could never forget all the memories he shared with Juniper, and even though he was staring at her, healthy and full of life, he would never forget the image of his beautiful wife disappearing right in front of his eyes.

It was a fresh new hell with every life he lived, and to be doomed to never die of old age was just one of the worst aspects of it. Being a homunculus had its benefits, but dying was not one of them. While you could continue to die of old age or any natural cause, Albedo had to resort to more drastic measures to die. Unless some unfortunate circumstance had happened to end his life, Albedo oftentimes had to take matters into his own hands. Thankfully, this was not something he thought twice about, making no hesitation when he had to take the blade to his throat to stop whatever it took to keep him alive underneath all that skin and bone. He was thankful for the times where someone did the job for him, dying with a smile on his face as he watched the world darken around him. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t take long before he was opening his eyes to the sight of his master, again. She wasn’t as pleasant company to have as Juniper would’ve been, but he was grateful just to have something or someone distract him from the madness that brewed within him.

Sadly, this “bliss” only lasted for so long and soon, he was left all alone in Teyvat. A few centuries had passed before he crossed paths with you again. He had some time to recover from the agony of her, only to be reintroduced to it all over again. Albedo wasn’t too sure why he did what he did next. Perhaps he wondered how this life fared for the both of them. Maybe he started to finally heal from the damage that had been done, or maybe he was simply homesick. Whatever the reason, he had convinced himself that this time would be different, that this time he would enjoy this life with Juniper no matter how it ended.

At first he remained true to his words, making a life for himself with his wife and child in the cool meadows in Mondstadt, but then something happened, or should I say someone. Albedo hadn’t noticed it in the previous lives but eventually he caught on to this stranger's presence lurking in the shadows. At first he thought nothing of it. After all, he’d become quite paranoid due to the lives he lived, but he soon realized that it wasn’t paranoia and instead was a worry that was much warranted.

It happened first when Juniper and him were celebrating their first anniversary, they’d taken themselves out to a nice picnic in a nearby meadow. Everything was peaceful and the kindness of Juniper’s voice soothed his forever aching heart. Albedo’s heart was full as he heard you inquire about some experiment he was currently working on. Sadly, the moment was brought to a cold halt as he saw a familiar stranger out in the distance. The figure did nothing but stand there and glare down at him, and in a matter of moments he vanished. This visual would be something that would continue to haunt Albedo no matter what life he lived. In the ones that came before he hadn’t thought twice about it and now he wished he had.

He tried his best to ignore it, truly he did try, but even his best wasn’t enough. The man showed up even in his sleep, dreams turned to nightmares and nightmares soon became night terrors. Waking up in a cold sweat he’d sit upright, hyperventilating as his wife tried her best to calm him down. No matter what had happened in his sleep the man always showed up, the one constant theme being the mysterious man and his intentions. Albedo had his theories but never anything solid, that was until that night when the stranger spoke to him in his night terrors.

“I know what you’ve done.”

There was something incredibly bone chilling about those words,it felt like a threat to Albedo and all he cherished. Then the madness started to slither its way back into his life. Many nights were spent sleeplessly working on his research, thinking back to his past lives and what the appearance of this daunting figure meant. This continued on for about a decade or so before Albedo’s research came to a slowed halt. He hadn’t seen this figure in quite some time and foolishly thought with hope in his heart that this man had given up. At the very least he hoped this was someone who he could easily get rid of, but fate had a peculiar way of baring its fangs.

The next time he would see the man would be much farther in the future, long enough that Albedo almost forgot about him. Almost. It was summertime when the three of them, their child included, made their way into Mondstadt City. Albedo was holding his daughter, talking to her about the many flowers at Flora’s stand when his eyes locked with another pair. As his wife was paying for the gorgeous flowers she’d planned to decorate the house with, Albedo was preoccupied with a tall, blonde man’s eyes piercing straight into his. His immediate instinct was to take out his sword and protect what was precious to him, but he forced that urge down as hard as he could. That would only bring more trouble, he thought to himself.

He thought at best the stranger would leave him and his family alone, but he was sorely mistaken. After the man made a point of glaring at him and his daughter, he started to approach him. Albedo had no clue what he should do in a moment like this and he had no proof to tell the knights of favonius that he was a threat. So, instead he chose to remain exactly where he was. Albedo watched the stranger extra closely as he closed the distance between them, his hand twitching at his side as he readied to strike at any moment. It wasn’t until the man was standing right in front of him that he could truly get a good look.

He stood before him, tall with a threatening aura that followed, staring down at him and his child. There was a fire burning in his eyes, a dangerous hatred that threatened to tear him limb from limb, but before Albedo could say anything he turned to Juniper who had since bumped into the unfamiliar man by accident.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there. You.. are?” She questioned with a look of confusion.

He moved out of the way and smiled at Juniper with a look that was most unsettling. He said nothing and did nothing, just stood there, remaining frozen until his daughter, Rose, had reached out a hand towards the man. Quickly Albedo pulled her arm back against her body, holding her in a protective hold. Albedo stood his ground, now staring down the unfamiliar man who he knew now more than ever was a threat to his family.

“Nobody important, I was just on my way anyway. You.. have a good evening.” The man said as he walked past albedo, now bumping into him by mistake.

Although, one could hardly call what he did an accident. Juniper watched as the stranger floated away, vanishing among the crowd while Albedo focused on his daughter, refusing to give her up to even his wife. It seemed that Juniper had forgotten about what just happened and offered to carry Rose, but Albedo shook his head, reassuring her that he had it handled, but she wasn’t too sure about that.

The three of them walked home together in silence. That was until Juniper finally confronted Albedo. “Albedo?”

“Hmm?” He tilted his head to look at her briefly before returning his gaze to the road in front of him.

“What was that about? Do you know that man?” She pushed.

Albedo stayed silent. Not sure if he should be truthful or lie. He knew what would happen if he was truthful with Juniper, but he hated the idea of making a fool out of her. Sadly, Albedo did what he thought was best, even if Juniper saw right through him.

“No, I don’t know who that was today.” He said.

She turned to face him as her expression became angry. “You’re lying to me. Why are you lying to me, Albedo?”

“Let’s not discuss this here.” He tried his best to calm Juniper down, worried it would wake the baby, or at the very least that’s the excuse he gave her to keep her distracted.

Juniper was silent up until the moment the three of them returned home and tucked Rose into bed, but she did not forget about the man or Albedo’s suspicious questions. So, the very minute she had the chance she cornered Albedo in an attempt to force some answers out of him, but still he barely budged.

“What’s going on, Albedo? This isn’t like you.” She questioned him, desperate for answers.

Still, Albedo wouldn’t give in. He wasn’t trying to ignore Juniper but he was at a loss for words. He wasn’t exactly sure how he could tell Juniper that he had seen this many times before for such a long time, and that he had some less than savory theories about the stranger, as well. To put it simply, there was no way he could be truly honest with his wife. Not without things going awry that is.

Juniper stood in front of Albedo and grabbed both of his hands, holding them against her cheek. “Albedo, talk to me. Please?” She continued to push him all while he remained absolutely silent. “Can you at least tell me if he’s dangerous?” She asked in a hushed tone, her voice barely audible.

Albedo kissed her hands and then sighed. “I think so, yes.”

She pulled away slightly to give him a look. “You think?”

He sighed again and replied. “I have my theories of who he is and why he’s here, but that’s all I can say for now.”

The both of them sat in silence for a moment, neither of knowing exactly what to say. Albedo thought about the man and the many theories he had about them, and Juniper wondered about the stranger and Albedo’s theories. In a way their minds were connected in a very distorted and unorganized way. Thinking on the same wavelength but in opposite tempos. At some point the two of them decided nothing would be properly handled or solved with a mind and body that lacked sleep, and thus chose to end the conversation there for the night. Juniper slept soundly through the night while Albedo remained restless.

If there was any chance of Albedo getting any sleep it was long gone once he heard footsteps outside the window of their room. At first he wondered if he heard correctly but as the footsteps approached the room where Rose was located, he wasted no more time wondering and jumped out of bed. Carefully and cautiously he crept to the side of the room where Rose was, pushing the door slightly open to peek into the room to check in on his daughter. Once he was reassured of her safety he made quick work of finding his sword and gripping it close to his hips. He took a peek out a nearby window before opening the front door and closing it behind him softly.

Looking around him he held his sword at ready until he laid eyes on the source of the noise. It was him. Albedo felt rage course through his veins as he rushed towards the familiar man.

Reaching him he pointed the tip of his sword at his neck and spoke quietly. “Who are you?”

The man scoffed. “You can call me Dainsleif.”

Dainsleif held the demeanor of someone who had already won, the look in his eyes assuring Albedo that he would always be one step ahead of him. That was only one aspect of him that gave Albedo a bad feeling. Albedo took one step forward, holding the handle of his sword extra tight. He would not hesitate to swing his blade if he felt necessary, but for the sake of his family he restrained himself. He poked Dainsleif’s adam's apple with the tip of the blade, serving as an unspoken warning.

“What are you doing here, Dainsleif?” Albedo’s voice was thick with venom.

Dainsleif stood there motionless, not moving a muscle. Then he turned his attention to the house, eyeing the window that belonged to Rose’s room. This motion did not go unmissed by Albedo and immediately questioned the strange man. What could he possibly want with an innocent child?

“Why are you here?” Albedo spat in reply. Growing more impatient with every passing second.

“I’ve been watching you for a very long time, Albedo.” Dainsleif admitted.

That’s when Albedo lowered his sword momentarily, too stunned to speak just yet. What could he possibly want with me? With my family? Albedo asked himself. Although, an answer is what he sought, an answer would not return to him.

“This is not the first time we’ve met and nor will it be the last.” He continued.

Albedo’s head began to spin and spin until he ultimately fell to the ground onto his knees, sword now laying beside him. “You know.. Don’t you?” He asked

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo and then to the house, again before replying. “I’ve always known.”

Albedo dug his nails into the cloth of his shorts, praying that this hell would stop, but he knew better than to be hopeful at a time like this. Sadly, he remained hopeful with childlike wonder, having an idea that he was so sure would bring him relief. He hesitated for only a moment until ultimately deciding to do it, going against the bad feeling that ruminated in his gut.

“Do you.. Do you know how I can save her? Is there a way to save her?” Albedo asked weakly, his voice broken and strained.

Dainsleif looked down on Albedo with a cold glare. “What makes you think I’d ever help you?”

Everything was starting to unravel before his eyes. Albedo was beginning to see for the very first time in any of his lifetimes. He was doomed from the very start. As fate would have it Albedo would never see the good in his continuous lives as long as the archons looked down on all of Teyvat. As long as Albedo lived to see the daylight and die underneath the moon’s cold embrace, so would destiny let its hands do its cruel bidding.

“Please.. There must be something that I can do in return? Anything?!” Albedo begged, but again, Dainsleif refused.

Shaking his head and walking further from Albedo who was currently on the ground groveling, he replied. “You’re dangerous. I cannot trust you with this invaluable information.”

Albedo reached out a hand to Dainsleif but before he could even graze his body he had vanished into thin air. The strange man had cast upon his judgment and before Albedo could even defend himself he had left. Albedo remained on the ground for quite some time, hours passed by while he cried and prayed to the archons for forgiveness. That, whatever would come to pass, would be most merciful to him, but his prayers would grow unanswered. He wept and yelled to the skies, cursing them for being born with such an unforgiving face. Although his voice was loud it did not carry along with the wind. Some things could not be helped, a prisoner will always feel tied down even in a land as free as the wind.

At some point he must’ve carried himself back to bed to Juniper. He hoped this would all be some nightmare that would soon pass and be just one big miserable memory. Sadly, though this was just one hellish day, it would eventually come to haunt him in the future. For when Albedo’s time with Juniper in this lifetime ended, another life would follow with an even more nightmarish revelation to follow, too.

The same usual moments would happen, still, but it was when he took that fateful walk by a familiar hill that would damn him to heartbreak eternally. Eternity is a thing of the past, but the way Juniper looked at him would forever be etched into his mind. He didn’t even notice the presence of a certain man standing beside her until he looked away from her cruel expression. She wore the same one Dainsleif had that night, frozen and unsympathetic. There was no escaping his fate, the worst had truly come.

Looking back at that night which happened so many years ago, Albedo couldn’t help but feel that man was nothing but one brutal omen. He wondered if he had ignored him would he still be in the same situation? Would he not still be damned to suffer just as all mortal men are? Their eyes locked onto him, etching into his skin the sins of man. Although Albedo was nothing close to human, there was something about being lumped in with any other human made him feel insane.

Albedo thought that surely there must be a way to free himself of this torment? But there wasn’t. Not in this lifetime, the next, or any that would follow. Still, he tried to fix what was never broken to begin with. He tried and tried to connect with Juniper, build something out of nothing, but each time she would scowl at him and look at him in disgust, immediately shutting down any and all words he had to say. Still like a mad man he continued this pointless mission that would end in defeat every single time.

At one point Albedo had managed to convince himself that this was only his fate in that lifetime, but oh what a sad realization he had waiting for him in his remaining lifetimes. As time went on Juniper looked at him with an expression that grew crueler with every glance she gave him, as if to say “I remember”. Not only did she resent him with every reincarnation, but bit by bit she started to become more like the man that had always lingered around her. Never letting her out of his line of sight, something that truly sickened the alchemist.

Eventually Albedo had no choice but to accept this destiny of his and hid himself in a much better place than Dragonspine. Although no place would be far enough when in regards to his love for Juniper, wherever he was headed was a damn good place to start. He focused on his studies for some time, avoiding all social contact of any kind. Keeping himself holed up in a secret location that none knew about (that he made sure of) until he forgot how she looked. Sadly that day would never come in that life or the next. Her face haunted him from sunup to sundown. A horrific reminder carved into his psyche until the day that the archons would cast mercy upon him, but that day never came.

The only thing that would remain constant for Albedo was the anguish and the ever maddening silence which surrounded him. Death was not an ending for Albedo but instead was the gasoline which ignited the fire. Even as he crafts something on his trusty alchemy table, somewhere far from any livable life form, he could still hear her voice and feel her cold eyes burning into the back of his neck. An eternal reminder of the selfishness of mankind.

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