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snailsandpuppy-dogtails · 8 months

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Too Many Beds

A Robinwest ficklit clean, on ao3

In the darkness, she walked down the hall. Too many options, none feeling quite right.

She passed the door, the bed, of the people who raised her. When she was little, before John kept making excuses to be away, before Penny and Will, she used to curl up between them, mom's slim arm and dad's heavy one linking across her to the body of the other, creating a securing X, hugs, love radiating around her in their bed. Though she was an adult, she was grown, this trip had forced them all to grow, but it also grew them closer together, and so where before she had been dying to break free, to experience things for herself...and get away... now that it was over, she had to admit there was something to be said for being together. Some times, like tonight, you just need the comfort of another body next to yours. To know you're not alone, to have the ebbing rhythm of another guide your own. Feel the love radiating.

She walked on, peeking in on Penny, crystal blue and indigo tinting the room, tinting the mess of copper flames on her pillow. Copper hair that used to fill her mouth and tickle her nose, teddybear-like Penny snoring softly in her arms, Judy feeling every bit the protector role of an older sister on those nights a bad dream would send Penny slipping into her bed.

But tonight Penny was peaceful.

She closed the door, walking further down the hall, quiet voices floating thin through the house. There were three doors, three beds, left. Judy stopped just outside the next, loose fist halting mid-knock. On the other side Will talked endlessly with Robot. Restless conversation, endless solutions, breaking against the wood, fractured bits reminding her of when Will would wake her up with starving curiosity, and she'd gently lull him back to sleep with satiating possibilities.

This bed was too busy, too full already.

She comes to the open door she'd first left, the full bed empty, dark and icy in it's solitude. Tonight she needed the company of another, her body needing the calming cues drawn out from one pressed to hers...and quietly she pads away from it, to one last open door.

There's not a sound and the walls are bathed in darkness, Space seeping in. If it weren't for the ribbon of moonlight casting jet strands silver, she wouldn't know if the bed was vacant or not.

It's not.

Hand on the white frame, she watches Don from outside, unmoving. Should she? Would she be welcome? This was a terrible idea-

But then, who understood better? Who had reached out to her and reached in to her and who could she always, implicitly, depend on that wasn't family? That she could depend on immediately? That was there for her... immediately.

But this was different. There was no danger, no threat. There was only the threat of a sleepless night until her body remembered what it was to slow, and deepen, and drift. She wouldn't wake him for that. And so she drifts, body turning back down the hall.

"Doc?"

His room was too far down for it to have been an accident, Judy intentionally seeking him out, but changing her mind.

She stops, head turning back, but hearing more than seeing him move.

"Jude" He's quiet. Don West, quiet. His words like a curled finger brushing down her arm.

Her eyes close and her breath stills, biting her lip, all of it reversing as she turns to him.

"Don. I couldn't sleep."

"Commere." She makes out his figure, Don on his side, head propped in hand, the other lifting the covers, welcoming her.

"The ice?" "No," Judy shakes her head, sliding in beside him, Don rolling onto his back, "just...can't sleep." His arm, his hand, is warm and snug around her, pulling her close, securing her, and her head, without thinking, finds a place on his chest.

If she were thinking about it, she'd think about how natural, how easy this is, being with Don. But she isn't really thinking about anything because her breath, like her pulse, has started to match his, slowing, deepening, and his fingers are strumming a soothing lullaby, and his chest is rumbling shallow to her ear as he talks about his day and she feels safe, protected in his hold, and there's love radiating warm around them. And all she thinks is; so many beds to choose from, but this one felt just right.

#too many beds #the opposite of one bed #a goldilocks tale #robinwest #judy robinson #don west #penny robinson #will robinson #maureen robinson #john robinson #lost in space #snails tales #ao3 #fan fiction

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unfinishedslurs · 1 year

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stobin vegas wedding (steddie)

“I didn’t cheat on you,” is the first thing he says when Eddie picks up the phone.

Eddie pauses. “O…kay? That’s a weird thing to say to someone you didn’t cheat on.”

“I promise we did not sleep together.”

“Steve, you’re starting to worry me a little here. What did you do?”

He rubs the bridge of his nose. “I…may have drunk married a lesbian in Vegas.”

There’s a long silence. Steve’s palms start to sweat, sure he’s about to be broken up with. Then—

“Are you laughing?”

The lesbian’s name is Robin.

“Can I meet her?” Eddie asks. “I want to meet her. Give her the phone. She’s the Jolene to my Dolly, I have to talk to her.”

“She didn’t take your man,” Steve protested. “There is no man-stealing going on here. She’s just…a woman I married.”

“Wow,” Robin says, watching him with raised eyebrows. “Glad to know my role in your life has been reduced to wife. And so soon after we met?”

“Shut up, Jolene,” he hisses.

“Stephen! Don’t talk to your wife like that!” Eddie scolds. “C’mon, put her on.”

He sighs and gives Robin the phone.

#stobin vegas wedding au #steddie #stobin #stranger things fanfic #steve harrington #robin buckley #eddie munson #it's important to know that steve and robin have genuinely never met before in this au #they met and got sooo sososo drunk they convinced themselves their brains were connected and they were soulmates #and had to spend the rest of their lives together #they woke up in the same bed fully clothed and flung themselves to opposite sides of the room and started yelling #this one is pretty short but it's one of my favorites

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suchawrathfullamb · 3 months

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Royal Hannigram AU where Hannibal is a king and his country is at war. He looks at his husband, William, and says:

“Do you know what you are? Are you aware of yourself? You could destroy this whole country. Do you know that?” He looks at him, standing there, doll eyes gazing into his, “Of course you do. Don’t you? You dangerous thing."

#every day the king comes to his palace and asks his servants “where's my preciosity? where is he?” and they happily guide him to Will #one day he comes strolling through the castle “where's my Will ?” and they all just stare at him teary eyed and he repeats himself #“where is he? where...is he?” his voice is beginning to falter why are they looking at him like this?#he asks one more time and his voice echoes through the walls sending all of them in shivers as he runs through the corridors #they run after him “your majesty your majesty we're so sorry”#he finds their empty bed throws himself there and buries his face on the pillow breathing in Will's scent #“your majesty they have him” the opposition has kidnapped his dear husband his preciosity his most beloved #“you were supposed to look after him! to protect him!”#he kills all of them every single one and begins his bloody hunt #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal #will graham #murder husbands #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #fanfic

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lexxwithbooks · 6 months

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📖: 𝑭𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 (𝐶ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑛𝑢𝑡 𝑆𝑝𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 #1) 🐂🫀

✍🏽: 𝐄𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫

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owlyflufff · 11 months

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always love wholesome domestic vibes bokuaka cuddling and snuggling each other as much as the next person, but I also love bokuaka ending up in the most obnoxious sleeping positions known to man

#they're silly and quirky like that #one is starfish sleeping and the other somehow managed to fall asleep on the opposite end? checks out #they fell asleep looking as if they fought for the blanket or fought cause they kept insisting to give the other the blanket? yeah #both of them somehow ended up falling off the bed but still manage to sleep peacefully? very bokuaka if you ask me #bokuaka #bokuaka fluff #bokuto #akaashi #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji #this was brought to you by my need for silly bokuaka #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu!!#haikyu!!#hq

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vigilskeep · 10 months

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have a slightly stressful thing to do today so i am going to be exclusively thinking about whatever gender fhawke has going on to distract myself and oh boy is it working

#i love women who are their dads and also the eldest brother and also the lady heiresses of an estate and also snarling dog lords #and everyone who meets them is fucking obsessed with them. me too!#in my head fhawke to athenril is like sneaking a taste of the fine goods she smuggles #and then on the opposite end 3 acts later hawke is showing up to hightown parties in bloodstreaked champion armour #and putting her muddy boots on the table #and the young lords and ladies are blushing. giggling. fans fluttering #but i will be quiet before i speak too much. i just think shes. well i think shes very.#the isabelamance is such a fun one to explore hawkes who have that disconnect between their lowtown and hightown selves #‘you can get your thrills in hightown if you know where to look’ and all that #you want to have your cake and eat it too. the fancy estate and the nights in the hanged man #the freedom spent in fine company and the magic crackling at your fingertips #the suitors that flatter you on your arm and the pirate you love in your bed. etc #you think if you just fight hard enough you can have it all but it keeps slipping between your fingers #i love characters with ambition its so so fun

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formerheroeswhoquittoolate · 7 months

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reread charles soule's daredevil run and I am thinking AGAIN about sam and this fucking line:

"three, mr. murdock. that's the number I came up with. I would have let three of those people die to save my eyes from muse."

and jesus christ. he's like nineteen. he's nineteen years old and he's weighing everything his mother taught him (we look out for ourselves, because who else will?) and everything daredevil taught him (don't die, don't let anyone else die, but at some point you're going to have to choose) and trying to figure out where they intersect.

and he comes up with an answer. the answer is three.

and daredevil? matt murdock? he would give up his eyes to save anyone, ever, in a heartbeat. he exists to sacrifice. he saves others by sacrificing. (it's a very audacious jesus parallel, in some ways, and some authors are more hamfisted about it than others) hell, the whole reason he's blind is because he pushed someone else out of the way of that truck.

matt gave up his eyes to save one person. sam would have let three people die to keep his.

and it's fascinating to me because these characters are basically perfect foils (oops literary analysis sidequest unlocked) like. matt is a hero because his ideals and his virtues will not let him be anything else. he's tried not being daredevil and it makes him feel guilty. he wants to help people because he feels like a piece of shit when he doesn't. but sam? sam saw the shit going on in his community and he built an invisibility suit to fight it. despite his mom trying to convince him that he didn't need to be a hero. he chose it. he chose it over her. and then he went the fuck back and chose it again. stick was like "here's a sword, guard this cave in the middle of nowhere in japan" and sam was like yeah sure. I'll vibe in the wilderness in a tent for an indeterminate amount of time.

he got his eyes back (kind of) and he's still doing this.

#actually sam and matt are such good foils on multiple levels #matthew “law school” murdock and samuel “homebrew invisibility” chung“#father and brother vs sister and mother #matt isn't disillusioned but daredevil is and it's the opposite for sam and blindspot #matt is Catholic™ and sam was in a cult #<- also building off this one #their moms being a part of the religious structure that inspired them to be a hero #(albeit for very different reasons)#matt's depression and sam's young adult tendency to Feel Everything Viciously #this literary analysis sidequest is getting out of hand #I'm gonna stop now I need to go to bed #matt murdock #daredevil #sam chung #blindspot #I got Real Carried Away here but it's okay

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ratcandy · 6 days

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my classmates will go thru 6 hours of class the day after a long excursion through the countryside and then just get up and go run around in town for hours going to movies and shopping and whatever and I'm just sitting here like Aren't you all exhausted . Aren't you all sore and pained. Where are you getting this energy. Can we calm down

#if nothing else this trip has really opened my eyes to how much chronic pain/fatigue does impact my life compared to others #i dunno I guess I just never really noticed. but I just don't have the energy other people do. Not even close. Not even a little bit #I go through a day of class and relish in the thought of spending the rest of my day resting because the agony in my legs #and the unbearable tiredness I feel just beckons me to collapse into bed #but everyone else is just so . energized. and ready to explore. and wanting to run all over the place and do 1 million things all the time #and this is normal? this is how normal people are? Because I'm the only one out of my entire class who seems to be the opposite #everyone just has so much energy. and I Do Not have that energy. I had to stand for most of the past three hours and it's taken me out #for the day i'll be honest. but everyone else just seems so undaunted #and it sucks because i'd love to hang out with these people and join them and whatever but when I do force myself along i'm just so tired #and so pained that all my responses are either dry or i don't say anything at all. i'm just completely out of spoons but I hang on because #i Hate the feeling of being left behind #oh well. eye-opening experience I guess #vent #<- it became that so yeah I'm tagging it #clamtalk #and also? my bee sting? IT ITCHES. Who was going to tell me it'd do that. What the Fuck Man

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rainymoodlet · 11 months

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I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave But I want you to know that I've had no love like your love

From nobody. 🌵

#ts4 #ts4 edit #ts4 screenshots #ts4 gameplay #;tjol #;tjol+#ts4 legacy #sim: dallas #sim: shingo #||#🥹 i am overwhelmed with emotions okay #engagement photos for my babies~ because never in my whole life did i think a randomly generated sim would capture my love like rangi did #but here shingo is :') now the whole 'nanny sasaki is here' notif makes me so emotional when i find it in screenshots dsfjkhd #for a small summary: dallas is my tjol founder + shingo is the first nanny that showed up to babysit ivory (our heir) when she was just an #infant :') he had a higher relationship with ivory than dallas did for a while dfhjfsd #he is such a sweet and caring sim and he's almost dallas' polar opposite - they're brash and loud and shingo is patient and quiet #he made them massive amounts of food every time he came over. it was the same routine: show up - put ivory to bed - make food - play w dogs #the 2 got extremely close & shingo was the one who always invited dallas out to festivals (i never took pics but they went to the festival #of lights when ivory was a lil bab it was so sweet ;o;) he kind of empathized with their situation & never judged them for calling at 11pm #before they went to work at 'the flamingo'. i was resistant to their totally natural developing relationship bc i was like?? no dallas is #way too hot for me to post them with this elder sim and say 'LISTEN ITS JUSTIFIED BECAUSE THEY'RE IN LOVE' but like...#if y'all had watched them the way i have you would understanddd #shingo loves dallas and ivory with all of his little pixel cpu-processed autonomous heart and its genuinely so fcking sweet i'm such a nerd #abt it but ughhh you have no idea T^T dude canonically doesn't want kids he's like 'nah ivory is my daughter i'm GOOD' mans is a #family-oriented nanny and when dallas asked him if he'd like children he said 'nah i'm good'. to their gorgeous face. like my guy that is #willpower of STEEL. IVORY WOULD'VE HAD A SIBLING SO FAST MAN DALLAS WAS READY WITH A CAPITAL R.#im not shitting u the 'loves partners butt/muscles' shows up every time they **** its precious. dallas is besotted with him and i never #should have denied them each other dsjkhdas #MY RANT IS DONE I PROMISE #I LOVE THEM SO FCKING MUCH THANK YOU FOR LISTENING TO ME TALK ABT MY PIXEL PEOPLE

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da-proti-toku-grem · 30 days

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my mom found this super detailed online test that helps you find careers that you'd probably like according to your answers (ofc we know that it's just a test and it doesn't mean you have to study what they give you, but i just can't find anything that i like and i'm running out of time, so we were like, why not yk) so, i took the test and after 30 minutes of answering questions you know what i got? biotechnology. the same career that i chose last year and the one i dropped out of in january.

idk if i want to laugh or cry tbh

#i mean it gives you more than one option but this was the one with more compatibility #and the other ones are also a big no for me so...#god idk what to do with my life #and atp i can't help but start thinking (again): did i drop out bc i didn't like the career or bc my mental health is SO bad #i think it's a combination of the the two bc yeah i probably would've enjoyed the few months i did at least a bit more if i wasn't depresse #but i REALLY didn't like it #tho then again i don't know what changed bc it WAS what i wanted and then i got there and i went NOPE almost immediately #and like i know your opinions can change and that is good that i dropped out if i realized that's not my thing #but i can't help but wonder if it is really not my thing or is my brain just not letting me enjoy the things i like?#bc every option i've been looking at to start next year is like... No #i can't find anything i think i might enjoy at least a little bit #i found this university that i gives you the possibility of doing the classes and exams online and everything #and that would be to study 'translation and interpretation' with english & french (& spanish ofc)#and since i'm already bilingual in english & i've a certificate in french (not bilingual but is smth) i would be able to skip some subjects #which is good i guess and i like languages but it's also like the opposite of what i've been doing my whole life bc i studied science in hs #and then again idk if i'll like it or not #and i know i won't know if i like it or not until i try it out and everyone is like 'well if it's not your thing then you drop out again'#which i mean is true i Can but god i don't want to go through all this again i need at least a bit of certainity or i'm gonna go insane #also i've been searching for so long w/o findinf anything that my parents are already saying #'well if you don't want to study you'll have to look for a job'#and if the thought of studying a carreer is already scary #if i have to look for a job rn (there are not many options here if you don't have a degree)......#the thought itself makes me sick :/#i just don't know what to do and i'm so fucking tired i just want to curl up in bed and not do anything for at least 2 months #(am i having another existential crisis after that panic attack 3 days ago or did the existential crisis not stop since january?)#(probably sooner)#(i guess we'll never know........)#venting #maca speaks

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hanzajesthanza · 2 months

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if all human comforts (light, warmth, food) are primeval sources of discomfort for vampires, this means that regis is also weird for, or making yet a concession for, sleeping in a bed (or bedroll) and especially with the rest of the company "under the same blanket."

i can't tell what would be a funnier headcanon, if he happens to enjoy sleeping under a blanket in possibly the same way he does eating food, or if he denies the blanket saying that he'll go as far as lying horizontally, but not so far as using a blanket

#in his cottage a bed is mentioned but no blankets. HMMM #he does wrap himself up in his cloak... but only for dramatic flourish #i think it would be peak autism if he lies down separately and goes no one touch me please.#but humans show their love by cuddling. come on regis. it's mimicry #though my headcanon that regis dislikes hugs and touching persists GREATLY and i dont care if it breaks hearts #actually i do care because it was invented not only for him but to break angouleme's heart. well. a little bit #milva is too touchy and grabs you randomly. and regis swerves when you try to grab his arm. opposites #the elbow-high diaries

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pinheadbella · 8 months

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Day 4: Sick Day

Bowie would go to Raj’s to bring him some homemade soup and the medicine he needs to get better

Raj would go to the store, buy all the things he thinks will cure Bowie (canned soup, over the counter medicine, tissues, get well soon cards, etc), and rush over to deliver them to his house

#rajbow week #rajbow week 2023 #rajbow week 2023 day 4 #pinheadbellart #rajbow #total drama bowie #total drama raj #total drama #total drama island reboot #total drama island spoilers #opposites attract fr #Bowie the not emotional one but the moment the love of his life is bed ridden he won’t leave his side #and then you got Raj trash talking whatever illness Bowie’s got #and yes that is a little snow owl plushie Bowie has #meanwhile Raj has a tissue box with a mountain of used tissues #like I said opposites attract I love them so much

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sophbun · 1 year

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shadow refuses to sleep in the same room/near anyone because he purrs really loudly in his sleep because it used to soothe maria and he is embarrassed by it

#shadow the hedgehog #soph posts #hcs #ark sibs #i want a sonadow 'there was only one bed fic' but its all about them being polar opposites when it comes to night routines #shadow purrs sonic snores and talks in his sleep #shadow either sleeps dead straight or curled up while sonic is sprawled everywhere and WILL tangle the sheets #shadow gets ready for bed with a routine and sonic just kicks of his shoes falls into bed and is out like a light in seconds

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lexxwithbooks · 2 years

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📖: 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 (𝑇𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 #1) ☀️🖼📲

✍🏽: 𝐀𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠

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doverstar · 2 months

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an absolute wave of homesickness for Doctor Who (2005) series 1-2 just about knocks me over at the quietest moments of my little life

#it was such a specific time. I was just a kiddo #still living with my parents with a giant bedroom downstairs all to myself #it used to be a hair studio or something for whoever lived there before us. and I had this massive room with a table to draw and write at #and a tiny twin bed and I used to set up a projector against the opposite wall and hook it up to my laptop and watch DW to fall asleep #enthralled. couldn't believe the show I'd found. couldn't believe how much I loved Rose and loved the Doctor #you could not drag me away from it. I could not stop talking about it or thinking about it. Matt Smith had just become the Doctor and I-#-had so much content left to consume. and everything was simple. I didn't have a job at the time and every day was creativity #I used to write so much I'd forget to eat. and Doctor Who was the background music of my life back then #I miss winter nights swearing I'd only watch one more episode before I went to bed. all by myself. my family hadn't discovered the show yet #in that small single bed with four blankets and Doctor Who on the wall. drooling over timepetals and pausing and rewinding constantly #that time of my life was so safe and so secure and my imagination was so hungry and DW was feeding it and it was my first time seeing it #I miss that. I miss knowing it couldn't be ruined and there was more yet to see on live television with Eleven when I got caught up #and meeting Matt Smith's Doctor on my own while my family had just then started watching it themselves with Nine? magic #nostalgia #dw #doctor who #bbc #timepetals #dr who #rose tyler #doctor who 2005 #tenth doctor #tenrose #elevenrose #ninerose #nine #ninth doctor #ten #eleven #eleventh doctor

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that-foul-legacy-lover · 2 years

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ready-made, strainer, rosehip tea with cinnamon, cloves and shortcake and cream? huge fan of your work, btw. <3

Requests for this event are CLOSED!!

Rosehip for scent, cinnamon and cloves for spice, shortcake for sweetness- a marvelous myriad of flavors!

Let's see what this wish entails...

~ * ~ Abyssal AU Scenario, inspired by the terms "Injury" and "Discovery", featuring Albedo

Hurt/Comfort

Abyssal AU- An AU where you are a natural-born Abyssal person with a humanoid form

Warnings for blood, injuries, mentions of fighting, fear, and blades

~ * ~ It’s a well-known fact by everyone in both Mondstadt and Snezhnaya that the Knights of Favonius and the Fatui do not get along. Both constricted in their nation’s ideals- wind and freedom, mystery and ice- most of their time together is spent bickering and making earnestly vague threats that eventually come to nothing, before tempers simmer low and they return to stiffly ignoring the opposing faction’s soldiers in the streets. The Fatui and the Knights are, to each other, irritating; annoying; maddening, but never a threat, only an inconvenience. Unless a Harbinger is assigned to the city. And Tartaglia, the Young Lord, is one of the most dangerous and battle-hungry, his cocky smile hiding a cheerful insanity when met with bloodshed. Unfortunately, there’s no one better than a native Snezhnayan to investigate the growing mystery of Dragonspine mountain, adorned in cold gems of ice and peaks that stretch higher than the cliffs of Liyue, and what better way to strengthen the tense relationship between the two nations than allow a Harbinger to assist the Knights with a mission? That’s what the Acting Grand Master hopes, at least, although her confidence in this proclamation is quite low given how stubborn the Fatui can be. Tartaglia taps his foot impatiently against the stone ground. The Chief Alchemist- his partner for the investigation- is late, and while the Eleventh Harbinger never particularly cared about timeliness, he certainly cares about the probable monsters to slay while trekking through the ice-cold mountain. There’s the sound of footsteps to his right and the Chief Alchemist comes into his line of sight, apologizing with a handful of papers written so densely on Tartaglia can’t even make out the words, and although he yearns for nothing more than to grab his bow and depart for the mountain himself, the Fatuus simply forces one of his signature grins and waves his hand to dismiss Albedo’s tardiness. He gives silent thanks to the Tsaritsa when the alchemist wastes no further time and leads him to the foot of Dragonspine, and when Tartaglia inhales the chilly air it feels like he’s home again. Albedo keeps up a continuous chatter of information- wasn’t he supposed to be quiet? The Harbinger wonders- about how the Ley Lines on Dragonspine are acting strangely, how the air around the dead dragon’s heart has felt heavier, more suffocating than usual, and the odd cracks opening up in the ice, oozing some mysterious matter of unnatural color. To Albedo, it seems dangerous. To Tartaglia, it looks like starlight coalesced, and his eyes shine very briefly as he stares. Eventually the pair come to a fork in the road, and Albedo ushers Tartaglia in the opposite direction, to his relief. No, the Chief Alchemist of the Knights of Favonius was not rude, not in the slightest, but the Harbinger’s fingers itch to wrap around his bow and use his vision to annihilate any monster he comes across, so when Albedo bids him a temporary goodbye he smiles earnestly and jogs off in the pointed direction. It’s so much like Snezhnaya, he muses, cutting off the head of another insolent hilichurl. Cold and eternally covered in frost, much like the heart of his god- perhaps he should just stay here for the duration of his time in Mondstadt, surely it would make dealing with those silly knights more bearable. Tartaglia smiles, flicking his weapons, watching the droplets of blood scattering against the pure white snow. Something catches his eye, and his brows furrow as he kneels in inspection. Beside a few of the blood drops is a footprint, one of many that lead to a fresh trail of clumsy steps and splotches of dark liquid, too dark to be blood. Or, too dark to be human blood, and Tartaglia feels his heart beat faster from exhilaration and disbelief and perhaps a small, glimmering hope as he turns and rushes the direction the steps are pointing. They lead to a small cave, the entrance almost entirely blocked off with ice except for a small opening near the corner, the edges jagged and cracked like someone haphazardly clawed their way in. Silently, Tartaglia crouches and peeks inside, being met with darkness and the sharp scent of iron mixed with something deeper, foreign yet so familiar. It stirs hidden memories from the part of his mind that he buried, when he climbed out from a crack in the earth long ago, and his senses sharpen, the quiet, constant hum of Foul Legacy letting out a purr of satisfaction. He shakes his head, clearing the miasma of Abyssal energy away and kneeling on the snow, crawling into the dim cave. The few rays of sunlight that cut through the thick clouds above the mountain shine through the pane of ice surrounding the cave, casting dancing patterns onto the cold, rocky walls, and for a moment Tartaglia wonders if he’s underwater, with glowing splotches and muffled noise echoing through the cavern. A strangled hiss rips him from his thoughts, the sound gurgled and pained. It makes him snap his head around, holding his weapon in a vice grip, and his dull blue eyes meet another pair shining in the darkness, suffering yet fierce with anger. Gripping a broken blade, you lean against the wall, glaring defiantly into the eyes of the man who found you. Blood, dark and sticky and speckled with little stars and constellations, drips from a wound in your shoulder, arm hanging limp at your side as Tartaglia stares at you, the truth dawning on him like the moon rising. You. You’re what’s been causing all the peculiar happenings around Dragonspine, your mere appearance calling forth the Abyss and its inhabitants. You escaped through a crack, like he did once, when he was still Ajax, and it spread throughout the mountain, leaving trails of stars and corruption in its wake. Yet, when he looks at you, he feels only concern. Foul Legacy whines in his head, whispering to comfort you, patch up your injuries and ease your pain, help you, help you, help you! Tartaglia hesitates, raising his bow slightly, and your star-dotted eyes widen as you let out a fearful yelp and press yourself against the wall. Foul Legacy panics at the fear written across your face. Suddenly, with a wink, Tartaglia is gone and Foul Legacy is here, hunched over to fit in the little cave, holding up his hands as reassurance. His sudden appearance startles you, but it quickly fades as the familiar scent of the Abyss reaches your nose, tilting your head and lowering your blade to step closer. With a small, hesitant hum you raise your own hand and gently press it against one of Foul Legacy’s, heart slowly slowing and easing when he purrs in return. He speaks to you, quietly, in the language of a corrupted, dead nation, and with some persuasion you eventually settle yourself onto the ground and allow him to treat your wounds, barely wincing at the sensation of his tongue cleansing the injury or his claws ghosting over your shoulder as he wraps it tight. Foul Legacy’s touch is light, unusual for a monster of the Abyss, and you find yourself inching closer, trying to take in his warmth and familiarity. And he admires you, rumbling in satisfaction at the way your muscles unclench and your face loses that hard, furious expression. Unlike him, you look human enough, but the sharpness of your nails and teeth, the starry light in your eyes, the small horns on your head tell him that you’re no mortal, no child of the sun. You’ve spent your days in a yawning kingdom of ruins and darkness, fighting for your life- but that’s natural for someone like you, and Foul Legacy instinctively scoots you closer to him, protectiveness swelling in his chest. The screaming in his mind that tells him to draw blood now yells at him to keep you safe, one so like him yet so different, precious and full of wonder as you silently gaze up at him. To the side, his bow and your blade, one pristine and the other broken, lay discarded and forgotten.

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