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Fragments of Her Light Chapter 6: Cracks in the Glass

Synopsis: After stumbling into his secret room and MC discovers a meticulously preserved wall of notes and entries that reveal his obsession with another woman whose life mirrors his own. MC observes that the revelation describes this unknown woman as someone whose skills and presence would perfectly complement his, fitting into his world even more seamlessly than MC. The realization shatters her, sparking jealousy, suspicion, and despair as she questions why he never told her, and why her long‑held place as the centre of his devotion is slipping away. Allowing Astra’s subtle influence to begin to seep into her thoughts, twisting her emotions into envy and hatred toward this unseen rival. All while he returns to the café only to find it closed until the Keeper ushers him inside and delivers a cryptic warning from the Overseer.

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader, LADs x MC

Genre: Angst

Content warnings mdni: Heavy angst, major charaecters ooc, dark theme, obsession, envy, emotional distress, psychological spiral, possessive behavior, implied gaslighting, implied manipulation, mild atmospheric dread, mention of control, supernatural influence

Music Selection: Heavy in Your Arms by Florence + The Machine

Writer's note: Welp, here's chapter six ya'll. This month had been hectic. that the series slipped my mind. But, I just glad that I can post this new chapter for you all to enjoy. Once again for new readers for this series please read my first series from the link below to catch up with what is going on. Hope you all enjoy. Taglist (write in the reply if you also want to be added): @chaoticfivesworld, @crazyzombieblaze, @our-raven-strife-universe, @plzdonutpercieveme, @orianakira, @jcrml, @inthemoodforju, @catmekate, @mentaltrouble2201, @hon3yydew, @porqueestadificilcolocarunnombre, @yuhuahuaaa, @nm4565natty, @yuurisfavblog, @unr-u-1y, @thekingswin, @reni502, @phisen, @sylusswifu

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The secret room was suffocatingly still, yet immaculately clean. Every surface gleamed as though it had been cared for, polished in reverence. It was clear he considered this space sacred. However, the air still felt heavy from the weight of his devotion, disturbed only by her trembling breath as she stood surrounded by the walls. Her gaze swept across the sprawling board of notes and sketches, every detail loud in its silence. At first, it was all scattered: scraps of his memory, half-finished drawings, circled times and dates. But the longer she stared, the clearer the shape became. It wasn’t madness. It was a portrait... A study. A shrine. Her stomach sank as she walked closer to the wall, eyes catching on the smaller entries-jotted down like passing thoughts, but too sharp, too deliberate to dismiss. His note carried the breathless edge of revelation

“I only just discovered her work, and it mirrors mine in ways I never imagined. To learn she is a nurse, moving through the wards as I do, tending life where I cut, struck me like revelation. It feels as though destiny itself corrected its course, binding her rhythm to mine. The thought of her matching every beat of my days makes my heart restless.”

Her chest tightened instantly. He was her childhood friend, the boy who bandaged scraped knees and listened when the world grew too heavy. He was now her doctor, her constant shield in moments of weakness, the one who steadied her breathing and reminded her that even hunters bled. Their bond stretched across years. And yet here, scrawled in his careful script, was the outline of another woman who would have fit beside him in every sterile corridor, every midnight surgery. She wasn’t simply noted as a nurse. She was described as someone who could anticipate his movements, mirror his precision, hold life steady while he cut it free from death. Someone who could refine his craft into something seamless. The note beneath the entry twisted like a blade:

“She knows how to hold life in her hands without trembling. Her steadiness would steady mine.”

The words nearly broke her. Below, written with an obsessive urgency, she read:

“If she were still here, I’d twist my authority as Akso’s chief cardiac surgeon to make her inseparable from me. I’d control the rotations, bend the schedules, and place her directly under me so not a single shift passed without her at my side. She would never step into a ward unless I was already there. Every operation, every patient, she would answer to me, and she would be mine... All mine”

MC’s breath caught. Still here?

“I only just discovered what she does, and it mirrors my own art so closely that it startled me. clay to brushstroke, permanence to fleeting light-it feels as though we were meant to create as one. To find this out has set my soul alight. I was never meant to paint alone when her hands could shape alongside mine.”

She froze, eyes tracking the underlined words:

“She shapes permanence from the earth as I chase fleeting light. Balance.”

She was his bodyguard - the one who shielded him from threats, the one who kept the knives and whispers from reaching him while he created. She was the one who stood firm so his fragile brilliance could shine.

But this… this was different. A sculptor. Someone who could not only protect his art, but carve her own alongside it. Someone who could match his visions stroke for stroke, permanence to fleeting beauty, stone to paint. A woman who could refine his chaotic inspiration into timeless permanence. The idea made MC’s hands shake. Her protection suddenly seemed shallow in comparison. Then her eyes snagged on another fevered note:

“With her clay, my light would never fade. If she hadn’t been taken, I’d keep her in the studio until her hands belonged only to me.”

MC’s heart stumbled. Taken? Another fevered line followed:

“With my patronage and fame, I’d ensure her clay was displayed in every gallery beside my canvases. We would be a permanent duo. Our work would never be complete without the other.”

MC’s stomach tightened. And beneath, almost reverent in its obsession, she read:

“The world would never see me without her. I’d make certain every exhibition, every spotlight, every commission bound us together until she could never create apart from me.”

The words made her chest hollow.

“I only just learned she is an aerospace engineer, and the realization struck me harder than battle ever could. Her craft builds what I command to the skies. To know this now feels inevitable, as though every machine I fly should have carried her mark. The distance between us is unbearable...I was meant to fly with her work beneath my hands.”

Her throat constricted. He had been her closest friend, her shadow in childhood, the one she lived under the same roof with until the world split them apart. Even as Colonel of the Farspace Fleet, he carried pieces of their shared past between the cracks of his cold authority. And yet the note was merciless. A pairing written in inevitability. The one who built the ships, and the one who flew them. She wasn’t just written as an engineer... she was described as the hand that could anticipate his needs before he spoke, the mind that could calculate and perfect his ambition, the anchor to his skyward reach. The words beneath it scalded:

“If she designs the wings, I would trust her completely with my sky.”

The weight of it made her knees weaken. Trust deeper than even the trust he had once sworn to her. Another line was scribbled below in heavy ink:

“If she were still living in this world, she’d build every machine under my command. I’d trust no one else with the Fleet. She’d design, I’d fly, and she would never leave my side again.”

The words cut her like steel. Still living in this world? And beneath, a declaration as chilling as command orders:

“As Colonel, I’d wield the Farspace Fleet itself to keep her at my side. Every campaign, every operation, I’d shift the stars until her work and mine aligned seamlessly. I would even bend assignments, restructure rosters, and make her my personal engineer. I’d brand her to my command, so every craft, every flight, bore our bond. She’d never escape my sky.”

MC’s pulse stuttered.

“I only just learned she is an analyst and coder, and it echoes my own work in a way I cannot ignore. She dissects patterns as I do, threads numbers where I weave power. Now, knowing this feels like uncovering the missing piece of every plan I’ve ever made. The realization struck me like fate revealing itself, and I cannot let it go.”

She lingered on this one far longer than she should have. The scrawl of his handwriting was darker, sharper here:

“She runs numbers like veins beneath a city. Perfect counter to my impulse. We balance.”

It hurt more than she expected. He had always been her close ally, her confidant, their fates tangled more deeply than either would admit. Half of his soul mirrored in hers, half of hers anchored in him. And yet this “analyst” woman was painted as his equal, someone who could calculate what he missed, code what he could not, and hack her way into any system that barred his path. Someone who could refine his instinct into flawless strategy, not just in the streets but in the digital veins of the world. The thought twisted like poison. Was even a shared soul not enough when this other woman could slip into his shadows and run his empire as if she’d been born to it? And beneath, almost carved into the page:

“If she hadn’t been stolen away, I’d keep her by my side, feed her every secret, bind her brilliance to my rule. I would make myself her superior, her boss, so every chain of command flowed back through me and her work could never escape my grasp.”

MC’s vision blurred. Stolen? More lines followed, jagged and feverish:

“With my networks, I’d rebuild the city’s underworld to orbit her skills alone. Every lock, every code, every system would answer to me through her. She’d never walk free of my shadow.”

MC’s skin crawled. And at the very bottom, scrawled in near-illegible frenzy:

“Every code, every hack, every secret would belong to me because she would. She’d be mine, completely.”

MC’s breath hitched.

“I only just learned she is an archivist, and the realization unsettled me more than any battle. She could catalogue what I hunt, record what I might forget, and steady where I falter. To discover this now feels like fate showing me the partner I was always meant to have.”

Her breath caught. This entry felt like a betrayal all its own. He was her mission partner, the man who covered her back in the fog, whose blade crossed in time with hers as Wanderers fell and protocores shattered. They were forged together in danger, bonded in blood and survival. However, the notes stated otherwise. She wasn’t only described as an archivist. She was drawn as someone who could see what he could not, catalogue every fragment he might overlook, trace every path of a protocore when exhaustion blinded him. A partner not in battle, but in precision-a mind that refined his instinct into strategy. The line twisted in her chest:

“She would remember what I cannot. Catalogues every fragment, every trail of protocores when exhaustion blinds me. She could steady the chaos.”

It cut her deeper than any wound. She had been his partner in battle, and yet he imagined someone else perfecting that role-not by standing in the fog, but by mastering everything outside it. One final note made her blood run cold:

“If she had not vanished, I’d never step into the fog alone. I would have had her with me, always.”

Vanished. The word branded itself into her thoughts. And below it, one last line shivered through her:

“With my ranking as a U.N.I.C.O.R.N member and my great achievements and contributions, I would let myself sway the Association’s higher-ups - even Captain Jenna herself - to make her my permanent data analyst and information officer. I’d tear apart the mission board, bend every hunt and assignment, until she was always bound to me. We would be written into the system as a seamless duo, so even the Association itself could not separate us.”

MC’s blood ran cold.

Each entry after that one carved her out a little more. It wasn’t just his affection. It wasn’t just his obsession. This woman’s very life could slot into his like the missing half of a design, professions paired like gears in a perfect machine. And MC, the one meant to stand at the centre of it all, stood inside the secret room of his home, watching herself be replaced by someone who fit even better. Her hands clenched into fists. “MC? You’re quiet. Everything all right back there?” His voice cut through the spiral, snapping her out of the dark whirl of thoughts. For a moment, the weight of the wall and its cruel entries loosened, replaced by the urgent fear of being discovered. Her pulse jumped. The sketch at the center of the board stared back at her, the face that was and was not hers. She could not be caught here. Hastily, she lifted her holowatch and captured an image of the massive investigation board before slipping out of the secret room. She eased the door shut, turned the lock, and pressed the cool metal once to be sure. Only then did she smooth the panic from her mouth and eyes and step into the hallway. “There you are.” He called over his shoulder, casual as ever. “Ready for our hangout? I’ve been looking forward to it.” She froze, the invitation twisting against the panic in her chest. He tilted his head slightly, noticing the way her voice faltered, how her smile never quite reached her eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked softly, the question edged with concern. She forced a tight smile that did not reach her eyes. “Something came up,” she said, the words rushed, her voice just a little too sharp. “I need to head back to my apartment. We can talk later.” His brows knit, clearly sensing something was off, his earlier excitement dimming. "Are you sure?" He asked quietly, as if trying to catch the truth in her face. But she was already moving. Coat. Shoes. The threshold. Inside, guilt clawed at her chest. He had asked if she was okay, if she was sure, and she had lied to him. The words had come too quickly, her mask too thin, but she could not stop herself. The fear of being caught pressed heavier than the truth she refused to give. The latch shut with a sharp click that echoed through the entryway, louder than it should have been. She didn’t slow her steps, not when the night air pressed against her lungs. She kept walking, faster and faster, until she was far away from his place, and she let herself breathe. But even then, her breath came shallow, uneven, and it stayed that way until she was finally within the safety of her apartment. Once safe, she connected her holowatch to the small holographic projector in her apartment, and the image of the massive investigation board flickered into the air before her. The details blazed to life once more, impossible to unsee. There were more entries than she had first realised, layered across different times. Some were marked with progress and hope - scrawls about how he had managed to rest more easily, how her voice lingered in his dreams and gave him strength to face the day, how small comforts and sudden sparks of peace returned to him like fragments of a light he thought he had lost. There were even gentle recountings of past interactions - memories written like sacred scripture, his words echoing the warmth of shared laughter, the fleeting touches, the moments that convinced him she was his missing piece. Others turned darker, etched in uneven strokes - confessions of nights without sleep, fury at feeling her slip away again, or raw envy at seeing her mirrored in someone else. Some were nightmares recalled in jagged lines - visions of arriving too late, of failing to save her, his desperate apologies staining the page as though they could undo the past.

Mixed among them were progress notes, written like a blueprint of obsession: attempts to trace her across worlds, calculations of breaches between realities, fragments of plans to escape into her world so that he could be with her. Each update carried his determination - how far he had reached, how many failures he endured, how each setback only carved his resolve sharper. Each entry told of steps forward and steps back, an endless cycle of obsession and despair. And through them all, a steady thread wove clear: He was moving closer, piece by piece, no matter how much it broke him, desperate to reclaim the one who had been taken. Her thoughts tangled in knots. What am I seeing?... The board. The sketches. The details that could never have come from her. Notes about another woman’s voice, another woman’s smile. The way his eyes in the photo - her photo - weren’t really on her at all.

Her stomach turned, unease clawing at her ribs. For one wild, awful moment, she wondered if he had finally lost his mind. If the pressure of his life, his duties, had driven him so far, he created a phantom to obsess over, a ghost stitched together from scraps of memory and longing. But no. That wasn’t it. That room hadn’t felt like madness. It had felt like something older. Colder. Real in a way that made her skin prickle. She sat rigidly in her apartment, the holographic projector still spilling the captured image of the massive investigation board into the room. Her holowatch glowed faintly on her wrist, proof of what she had stolen away from the secret room. Clutching her coat tight, her mind began circling back - to the signs. The ones she had ignored.

First, the cracks. She remembered him staring hollow-eyed at blank screens, his exhaustion deeper than he admitted. She thought it was stress - but now, after reading his entries, she realised those empty stares were the weight of her shadow, the archivist he longed for instead of her.

He, dramatic as always, yet drained of colour when no one else was looking. She had brushed it off as the whim of an artist. Now she saw it for what it was: absence. His notes revealed he had been starving for permanence she could never give, searching for it in another’s hands of clay. His sharpness, the sudden snaps that cut her when he was tired, had seemed like the burden of being everyone’s doctor. But now she knew those frayed edges were envy of time lost, his heart restless for the nurse he wrote about as though she were fate itself. His fists had moved like a man punishing himself, and she thought it was only his endless battles underground. But the jagged desperation of his notes showed otherwise: it was fury at absence, at a stolen partner who could calculate and code beside him. He, in flawless uniform, but his soul was already retreating. She had told herself it was duty pulling him away. Yet in his words, she saw it clearly: it was grief for the engineer he believed should have been there, the one he trusted with his sky.

Then came the strange relief. She’d noticed how something - someone - had cheered him up in subtle ways. How he slept longer, stayed home more often, as if rest suddenly came easier. Yet instead of returning with light in his eyes, he carried a strange serenity that didn’t include her. Not the relief he shared with her, but the comfort he kept tucked away like a secret.

And worst of all, and most recent, the brief moments when he gazed at her in disappointment. How often had she seen him glance away mid-conversation, his attention dimming as if he’d suddenly grown bored? Not truly absent, but elsewhere. She had adored the frequent attention he once lavished on her, drinking in every glance, every word meant only for her. But lately, since he went to that cafe, that warmth had dimmed. A shadow flickered in his gaze, as though he was watching something over her shoulder, or past her into some unseen distance. She’d laughed it off before, teased him for being distracted. But the truth was harsher: There had been no teasing gleam in his eyes. Only a longing, a disappointment she was never meant to read. And now, with the holographic board glowing in her apartment, the truth pressed down on her: Every crack Every fleeting relief, Every shadowed look had been pointing here. He had already begun drifting toward someone else, someone who mirrored them more perfectly. Her long‑held place as the centre of his world was no longer certain; her role as the desirable one was challenged by the shadow of a woman who was not even here. The memories pressed against her skull like iron bands. Because all at once, it made sense.

The cracks. The sudden rest. The disappointment. They hadn’t been looking at her. Not truly. There was someone else.

The thought hit like a knife - sharper, crueller than any battlefield wound. A woman whose face looked like hers, but not hers at all. A woman who haunted them from shadows, who made them ache and breathe easier all at once. The same woman was pinned all over the board in that forbidden room. Her heart twisted. Why hadn’t he told me about her? About this? ... Why hide her from me, if she is written in his thoughts so deeply? ... And then a sudden crack. And that was when she felt it. Not her own voice. A whisper curled from deep inside, too subtle to name, too venomous to dismiss. She doesn’t belong here. Her breath caught, a chill flooding her chest. The more she thought of the mysterious woman, the stronger the venom became. Jealousy, raw and sharp, poured into the spaces her love once steadied. Why does he write about her as if she completes him?Why not me? The thought dug deep, almost unbearable. Has my long‑held place as the one he had always desired been nothing more than a fragile illusion, now challenged by her shadow?Was I now only a placeholder until she returned? The projected entries burned brighter before her eyes, each word cutting again. He dreams, he plans, he schemes for her - even willing to cross into another world. And here I am, watching the one who bleeds for me write of her instead. How can I fight someone who isn’t even here? Every pang of doubt became heavier, every flicker of unease coiled tighter. It didn’t feel like hers, not fully - but it grew with terrifying ease, as if some greater force had been waiting for this moment. Astra. Unbeknownst to her, she had always been Astra’s. Astra’s favourite. The heroine, who was shaped to carry the thread of fated love and tragic devotion. His jewel, his certainty, his perfect story. But now, with the cracks widening in her heart, Astra began to seep in deeper. Not to erase her, but to bend her. To amplify every pulse of jealousy, every ache of betrayal, until her emotions aligned with his design. Her unease hardened into suspicion. Her suspicion sharpened into envy. Her envy began to curdle into hatred. She didn’t know it yet, but Astra was slowly taking the reins. Guiding her toward the role she was always meant to play, bending her toward his bidding in this critical situation. Hatred for the woman who had stolen what was hers. Obsession to reclaim what the script demanded. Why does he write about her as if she completes him? Why not me?  And all the while, Astra smiled.

Days passed since MC's sudden cancellation of their planned hangout. He was still puzzled as to what caused her to be in such a hurry, but decided to ask her when he saw her again. Right now, however, he made his way to the café, eager to see his beloved again, only to find the lights dim and the door firmly shut. A small sign hung crookedly against the glass: Closed. Confusion flickered across his face as he stepped closer, peering through the window. From within the shadows, movement stirred. The Café Keeper came into view, his usual calm replaced by something urgent, almost unsettled. The moment their eyes met, the Keeper hurried to the door, unlocked it, and gestured him quickly inside. Without a word, the Keeper gestured him toward the back, down a narrow hall that smelled faintly of roasted beans and old parchment. Only when they were away from the front did the Keeper finally speak, his tone low and deliberate. “There is something I must tell you.” He began, the weight in his voice undeniable. “The Overseer has sent word. Something has come up… and it is not in your favour.” The Keeper’s gaze lingered on him, sympathy edged with warning. A heavy silence pressed between them, unbroken, the unspoken words hanging sharp in the air like the edge of a blade. The answer would not come yet. For now, there was only the dread of what lay ahead. As the quiet deepened, the café lights flickered once, and the door behind them locked again with a sharp metallic shut, sealing him, along with the Keeper, inside with the weight of the unknown.

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This is so precious. I love seeing the blobbuses. I would have commissioned if I weren't broke

Ko-Fi BLOBBUS Commissions i worked on last month

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How I generally see MC and Non-MC in most of my fanfic

Just two little gremlins vibing with each other and causing mayhem for the boys whenever they're link (meet) up.

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i love how chalant all the boys are tbh. rafayel will literally wither and die when you don’t give him the attention he craves and despite being a hotshot artist his favourite thing is going out and being seen with you. sylus ragebaits you on the regular just to see you riled up but also loves using any all all opportunities to say the most romantic shit ever because his love is so big he can barely contain it. caleb would crawl inside your skin if it were possible but since he can’t he just makes sure that all of your needs are fulfilled and that you have never anything lacking ever. xavier and zayne are a lot more lowkey but they’re still so obviously obsessed with you with the way xavier loves you like it��s as easy as breathing, like he’s never done anything else. and zayne showing you his softness that he never shows anyone else taking time out of his busy day just to see you, being near you whenever he can and supporting you no matter what you do. like they’re just so loud with their love in their own unique ways and i think in a world where showing vulnerability like that is rather rare, that is so beautiful to me.

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How do you think the LADS would handle a “traditional” partner - nothing sexual before marriage? Would they be patient? Would they try to tempt us? Would they try to speedrun marriage?

This isn’t going to be a headcanons kind of post because they’re all the same— they’re waiting for you. Your consent and comfort is their top priority, they’re not going to rush or coerce you into anything. They love you for you, not for your body (although they certainly like that too lol) so they’re content to wait and just be in each others presence in the meantime.

These men would wait a century to just hold your hand, they’re not going to rush you into anything sexual until you are absolutely ready. Consent is so so important and they recognize that, they’re not pushing you to do anything until you’ve explicitly made it clear you’re ready.

(idk if this counts as something yall would want to be tagged in but @dolledbunnytail @sleepykittyenergy @orbitraiden @coffeedragonhobbyist @plzdonutpercieveme )

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Currently working on Chapter 6 of Fragments of Her Light. Ya'll soon get a way overdue treat.

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what's up with you all turning MC into a OOC/mischaracterised antagonist for your ego stories

We all have various reasons. If you don't like it, then don't read it. You have that choice, why not use it, boo.

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Good morning, Shar. I'm here with another request. May I request: A jealous MC barges in on the LADS men's wedding proposal to Non-MC.

Interrupted Promises

Setup: Sometimes the most beautiful moments are also the most fragile. He found himself standing in a romantic place with the person he loved most, ready to pour out his heart and ask the question that could change everything. His speeches were heartfelt, his emotions raw, his future seemingly within reach until jealousy barged in uninvited. Just as the words of forever were about to fall, MC arrived, desperate to stop what was never hers to claim, turning each proposal into a test of loyalty and love.

Pairing: LADs x Non-MC! reader, brief mention of LADs x MC Genre: Fluff, Crack (down at the end)

The rooftop of the Onchinus base glowed with strings of golden light swaying gently in the night breeze, casting warmth against your face. The city stretched out beneath you, glittering like scattered jewels. You nudged his arm with a playful grin and said, “This wine tastes more expensive than you do.” “Careful, sweetheart, I could make you pay for that later.” His smug smirk widened, and he drawled, though his eyes betrayed how hard he was fighting to keep his nerves hidden. Alright, loverboy. Don’t choke. You’ve stared down enemies, survived ambushes, and walked through fire. But this? This is scarier than all of them. Just breathe. Focus. It’s her. You don’t care about vulnerability around her. She’s the only one who makes your heart stumble, the only one who makes you feel alive. You’re not built for sweet words, but tonight you will be, for her. He reached for your hand, fingers curling over yours, thumb brushing the skin as if grounding himself. “You always said I only smile when I’m plotting. Maybe that was true before. But you,” his voice dipped lower, almost reverent, “you’re the reason I smile simply to exist. You make this cruel life worth it. You’re the only future I want.” He drew out the velvet box, voice husky and shaking. “So, will you-” Just then, hurried footsteps scraped against the rooftop tiles. The door slammed open, and MC burst through, hair windswept, eyes wild. She had clearly been following him, her jealousy palpable as if it had dragged her here. “Wait!” MC’s voice cut through the air like a whip. “Sylus, you told me once I was your everything. That I was your promise. How can you give that to her?” His chest constricted. Of all times… she picks now? Not here. Not in front of my precious. No interruptions, not this moment I’ve fought myself to find the courage for. His jaw clenched, anger seething, but then, your hand squeezed his tightly. “Breathe, Sylus.” You whispered, your thumb brushing small circles into the back of his hand as if anchoring him. He met your gaze briefly, letting the softness in your eyes cut through his rising fury, before turning his head. His eyes flicked toward MC, a dangerous gleam sparking there. “Promises?” His tone was sharp, mocking. “I keep mine. And the only one I made that matters,” he turned back to you, his voice softening in a way it never did with anyone else, “Is to her. Always to her.” Then, without breaking the moment again, he knelt properly and lifted the ring box to you. “Marry me, my treasure, and prove to her what I already know, that you’re mine, and I’m yours.” Your eyes welled with tears, and you nodded through a trembling smile. “Yes, Sylus. A thousand times, yes.”

The quiet pier was a sanctuary, the moon’s reflection stretching silver across the waves. The wooden boards creaked beneath your feet as you leaned into his shoulder, pointing at the stars. You pointed and teased, “I think I can see the Big Dipper up there.” You giggled, while Zayne’s chuckle rumbled, though his pulse was racing wildly.

Alright. Just say it. You’ve spoken in surgeries more complicated than this. You’ve calmed patients on the brink of death. But this, this is your heart on display. No textbooks, no medical procedures, just your trembling honesty. Don’t fail her now. She deserves to know that she healed you in ways medicine never could. He rose, guiding you gently up with him, his hand trembling but steadying when it closed around yours. “You know, I’ve lived my life healing others' wounds,” he said slowly. “But what you did, what you do every day, is heal something no medicine ever could. You gave me a home when I thought I’d never have one. You gave me hope.” He drew out the box with shaking fingers. “So I want to spend forever thanking you. Will you-” The sound of hurried footsteps on the boardwalk made him falter. MC appeared from the shadows, having trailed him here with single-minded desperation. Her face was pale, voice cracking as she called out, “Stop!” MC’s tone was sharp as glass. “Zayne, don't do it! You once said I was your light. That you’d always be mine. Don’t do this!” Zayne’s hand trembled. No. Not here. Not now. Don’t ruin this. She has no right to stand here and steal the air from the moment I’ve been building up to. This is for my Snowflake, the only one who matters now. However, sensing his distress, you closed your hand tightly around his, grounding him. You brushed your thumb gently over his knuckles, tilting your head so your eyes caught his in the moonlight, silently urging him to breathe. “Zayne. Look at me,” you whispered, your voice steady. He turned, eyes locking on yours, finding strength in your steady presence, then back to MC with a rare hardness. “That was before you became my past,” he said firmly. “She’s my present. She’s my future. My everything.” Then his gaze returned to you, eyes softening instantly. With his voice steadier than before, he lowered himself to one knee. “So, my love, my eternal spring, will you marry me?” Your lips quivered into a smile as tears spilled freely. “Yes, Zayne. Always.”

The greenhouse glowed under candlelight, the scent of jasmine thick in the air. Vines curled overhead, their blossoms nodding gently in the stillness. You tugged his sleeve with a soft giggle. “Xavie, you’re staring again.” “S-sorry, moonlight.” His throat tightened. She catches everything. Of course she does. You’ve hunted monsters in silence, endured endless nights without sleep. And yet, these words feel heavier than a thousand battles. Why is it easier to face the unknown than to face her smile? Because if you lose to monsters, you bleed. If you lose this moment, you’ll never forgive yourself. Say it. Tell her she’s the light you’ve always been running toward. He took a long breath, his hand brushing a fallen petal from your hair. “Moonlight… You know that I’ve never been good with words,” he admitted. “But with you, silence has never been empty. With you, it’s full of peace. You’re my safe place, my light in all the dark I’ve known. So, will you-” The heavy doors of the greenhouse creaked open with a crash. MC strode inside, her footsteps echoing on the stone tiles. She had clearly been waiting, watching, until she could no longer stand by. “Wait! Please don’t finish that!” she shouted, voice ringing out. “Xavier, you told me once I was your star. That I was the only one who understood you. How can you turn your back on that?” His chest squeezed painfully, but your hand slid up to cradle his cheek, your thumb brushing across his skin as his breath hitched. Your foreheads nearly touched, and you let your gaze linger in his, silently promising he wasn’t alone. “It’s okay, my prince. It’s still our moment.” His eyes hardened, jaw set as he turned toward MC. She doesn’t get it. She never did. The quiet she mistook as a connection was just silence. The real connection… It’s right here, in the way my soul stops running when my beloved moonlight looks at me. “You don’t get to rewrite me,” he said sharply. “She is the one who understands me now. She’s the star I’ll never stop chasing, even if it burns me alive.” Then, ignoring MC’s stunned silence, Xavier turned back to you with a shaky exhale. He reached into his pocket again, holding out the ring box. “Stay with me forever, my sweet moon princess. Will you marry me?” Overcome, you whispered, “Yes, Xavier. I’ll stay with you for the rest of my life.”

The art gallery was hushed, your laughter bouncing softly off the high ceilings as you pointed at one of his recent pieces. “The lady in the painting looks jealous.” Rafayel’s smirk flickered, but his heart hammered against his ribs. Don’t shake. You’ve charmed crowds, commanded attention, dazzled strangers. But she’s the only one who strips away your armor. She’s the only one who makes your tongue stumble. No clever lines. No playful games. Just truth. And that terrifies you, but you want it more than anything else. He drew in a slow breath, taking your hand as though it were the only thing tethering him. “My flame...You know that you've turned every blank canvas of my life into color,” he murmured. “You are my most beloved, and cherished muse, my masterpiece, my forever. Everything I paint, everything I am, is brighter because of you. Stay with me always. Will you-” The sharp click of heels echoed through the empty gallery. MC had followed the trail here, her jealousy etched into every step as she entered the room. Her voice rose, desperate and angry. “Hold on!” she demanded. “Rafayel, you can’t really be doing that, I hope you're not doing. You once painted me. You called me your muse. You said your art existed because of me. How can you throw me away for her?” For a brief instant, the words stung, dragging him backwards. She was a distraction, a surface-level inspiration, a shadow I mistook for a flame. But you, my treasure, your existence sets my world ablaze. You’re the fire that never burns out. You squeezed his fingers gently, your other hand rising to rest lightly over his heart as if to steady its frantic pace. He leaned subtly into your touch, drawing a shaky breath at the warmth of your presence. “Breathe, Rafe.” His lips curved into a cold, sharp smile as he turned to MC. “You were just a study back then. She is the art I will spend eternity perfecting. Don’t confuse the two.” He then turned back to you, his smirk softening into something achingly sincere. Lowering himself, he held out the ring. “Be mine forever, my love. Will you marry me?” Your breath caught, and your eyes sparkled with tears. “Yes, Rafayel. I’ll be yours forever.”

The observatory dome glittered with a million stars, and the universe sprawled endlessly above. You leaned against the cool glass, your eyes reflecting the galaxies beyond. “Caleb, you look nervous,” you teased softly. Of course I’m nervous. I can command fleets, hold the skies in my palm, and control the very pull of gravity. But one word from her has me undone. I’ve carried the weight of worlds, but never the weight of her answer. Don’t stumble. Don’t falter. She’s your anchor, your constant, your one law of the universe you never want to break. He exhaled slowly, his gaze never leaving yours. “All my life, I’ve lived by gravity, by laws of pull and force,” he said. “But you, you are the only pull I will never resist. You’ve been my constant, my balance, my reason. Stay with me forever, as my partner, as my love.” He drew out the ring, hand steady despite the racing of his heart. “Will you…” A loud clang echoed as the side door burst open. MC stormed in, her cheeks flushed, eyes glistening with possessiveness. She must have followed him after he left his place, unable to bear the thought of him giving his heart away. “Stop right there!” she shouted. “Caleb, you once said I was your partner. That you’d protect me, always be mine. Was that all a lie?” Caleb’s fist curled, fury threatening to spill, but then your hand brushed against his, grounding him instantly. You stepped closer, your shoulder brushing his arm, and let your fingers lace fully through his, squeezing once in reassurance. He glanced down at you, eyes dark but softening at the quiet steadiness you gave him. “Caleb, you don’t have to listen to her anymore. Remember it’s still just us,” you whispered, your eyes steady and sure. His gaze locked onto MC, dark and unyielding. She doesn’t understand. I would have given her protection, but I’ve given you my soul, my skies. She was a companion in duty. You are the reason I live, the centre of my orbit, the one who holds my gravity together. “I didn’t lie when I said that to you years ago,” he said, voice low and absolute. “But that was when you were a chapter that I overread. She, however… She’s my whole book, my entire story. And no one is rewriting that.” With that, he returned to you, the stars glimmering above as though urging him on. Kneeling fully, he extended the ring. “So let me write the rest of this story with you, my skies. Will you marry me?” Your tears fell freely as you smiled, your voice firm despite the emotion. “Yes, Caleb. Always and forever.”

Blooper (Bonus Section)

Not part of the finished fic above (so treat it as separate)

On the rooftop set, the scene was supposed to progress with MC barging in to deliver her scripted interruption. Instead, Sylus’s Evol flared, energy cuffs snapping around her wrists and ankles mid-line. He didn’t even glance at her, eyes locked on you as he went down on one knee. “Marry me.” The director’s (Shar) voice cracked across the set. “Cut! Mr. Sylus, you can’t bind the actress in restraints!” MC squealed. “I can’t move!” While all this was happening, you burst into laughter, covering your mouth. Sylus only smirked and murmured: “Realistic practice.” You teased back, “Down bad much?” MC groaned. “This is harassment!”

The pier was just a soundstage, but when MC appeared for her line, Zayne’s Evol responded instinctively. A sheet of ice shot across the boards, freezing her shoes in place before she could finish speaking. Without missing a beat, Zayne stayed kneeling before you. “So, my love, will you marry me?” The director shouted, “Cut! Zayne, no freezing the supporting cast!” MC shrieked, “My feet are stuck!” You doubled over, laughing so hard you nearly dropped the prop bouquet. Zayne only sighed quietly “Consider it rehearsal.” You teased “You’re so desperate, Doctor,” MC huffed “This isn’t in the script!”

In the greenhouse set, when MC raised her voice, radiant beams formed into a cage of light around her. Xavier’s focus never wavered from you, his eyes soft, voice steady. “Stay with me forever.” The director groaned “Cut! Xavier, stop trapping the actress in a light prison!” MC rattled the glowing bars, yelling “Let me out, this isn’t funny!” You snorted, clutching your stomach “Xavier, you literally made a jail for her!” He only whispered, almost under his breath, “Not acting.” You teased “Wow, jail just so you could propose? Obsessed much?”

During the gallery shoot, MC stormed in dramatically, but Rafayel’s Evol lit up without hesitation. Flames coiled across the floor, hemming her out of the scene as he spun the ring between his fingers before kneeling toward you. “Be mine forever.” The director nearly screamed “Cut! Rafayel, you’re not supposed to burn the supporting role off stage!” MC flailed, screeching “The floor is literally lava!” You burst into uncontrollable giggles. Rafayel only smirked “Method acting.” You teased, wiping tears of laughter “Sure, method acting or hopelessly whipped?” MC whined “This is an unsafe workplace condition!”

The observatory set went sideways when MC entered with her cue. Caleb didn’t even blink when his Evol slammed her flat to the ground with crushing gravity. He lifted the ring box toward you, his tone unwavering. “So let me write the rest of this story with you.” The director threw her headset down. “Cut! Caleb, you can’t crush the actress during the proposal!” MC groaned dramatically from the floor, “I can’t even breathe! Help...” You nearly fell over laughing, “C'mon, Caleb. You have to behave, you just pancaked her this time!” He exhaled, almost amused. “Needed the practice.” You teased, “Practice or obsession?” MC muffled angrily from the floor. “Help me up before I sue you, bro!”

[sharieb]

After reading this. I totally agree. I don't dislike MC, but she's like the unsettling embodiment of perfection and pure good luck, out there, when no one in this world is ever like that. I mean, if you were to compare her to anyone else in the stories, even the boys in most things. She feels so out of place. Always wanted, always desired (even for the more negative situation), no one outright hates her. For the boys, they either have their own rivals in the field of work or have enemies on their backs who would more than love to murder them out of hatred. The only reason some people want her dead is more so as a sacrifice for the greater good of others; even Zayne's MOF past life was told to kill her, but he didn't. And when you think of the flaws she has, they're over the top and make her feel all the more alienated. Like she has a rare, ongoing, life-threatening heart condition and you're running out and about, hunting down and killing monsters left and right??? No one with an ongoing heart condition that can flare up at any time would have taken on a strenuous occupation like that. And the flaws that she should have after the things she had experienced, they're not there. Like, come on, think of Calbe. He and MC were there at the home when the house exploded, literally a few feet away from each other. She left physically unharmed and back to work almost the next day, while Caleb, at the very least, lost his arm. From a medical perspective, how does that even work or make sense?? To me, I always see her as just my avatar in the game, just so that I can interact with the boys and get to know them more. She doesn't truly represent me at all, but is more of a placeholder. And my claim is more solidified whenever we interact with the boys in the cafe. There are literal features, not just one, but multiple features that point out who the boys are actually interacting with. Who do you all think they're interacting with cause it's definitely not MC. I talked about it many times on my blog even wrote Non-MC series about this. If there is one person those boys love or just have a closer bond with, with no external factors or conditions manipulating their feelings, it's Non-MC or us, the players

💔 I know people will hate me for this, but I can’t stay silent anymore

I just want to find at least one person who feels the same way I do.

Even if a hundred or a thousand people will hate me for it, I want that one single person who understands what kind of scar this MC left on me.

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For a long time, I couldn't quite explain why I had such a deep dislike - no, a visceral rejection - of the MC of Love and Deepspace.

It wasn’t just that I found her annoying, rude, or bland - though many users defend her as "just a cute sweetheart," or "not that bad heroine".

No. I think I genuinely hate her.

And recently, after sitting with this feeling for months, I finally figured out why.

She is an empty shell.

A hollow, perfect otome heroine who had everything handed to her by default. She has:

- A loving older adoptive brother who would literally do anything for her because he had to watch her suffer as a child and ended up traumatized (while she conveniently forgot everything - how convenient, right?).

- A serious childhood friend who possibly had feelings for her but had to hide them to avoid hurting her with his evol - and of course she’s the only one who can make him smile again

- A literal husband from the future, who time-traveled just to save her (because even time itself is on this woman’s side).

- Not one but TWO ancient creatures (a mafia boss who created and controls an entire shadowy underworld mafia just to protect her, and a literal mermaid sea god whose soul is tied to hers across lifetimes) both of whom have loved her across lifetimes and would destroy the world for her!

The love interests? Fantastic.

They’re well-designed, emotionally rich, and full of potential. But the moment you add destiny threads, past life reincarnations, and mythic soulmate-level love, something breaks.

I stop feeling like I’m part of the story.

I don’t feel like the MC.

I don’t feel like I’m influencing or choosing anything.

I don’t feel... close.

It feels like I’m just watching someone else’s picture-perfect story - some unreasonably lucky girl - from behind a screen. And I have absolutely nothing to do with it.

I think what makes it worse is that Infoflds advertises this as otome game.

A dating sim for women.

Isn’t it supposed to fulfill the fantasy of being special?

Of being seen?

But all I felt after a few months of playing and watching her was:

MC is the center of the universe.

And I mean that literally.

From what I understand, the plot eventually reveals that she’s a kind of cosmic entity - a celestial being that gave birth to an entire advanced civilization on another planet. She’s the source of life itself.

Every powerful man or godlike creatures in this world exists and lives because of her.

Loves her. Worships her. Saves her.

Even the player feels like they’re supposed to worship her.

She’s the chosen one. The universe, the love interests, and the story all bend to her - and honestly? It felt like the game was screaming in my face:

"Look at her! Look at everything she has that you never will!"

Yes, I know the mythic destiny trope is just a lazy storytelling shortcut to justify why all the LIs fall so hard so fast.

But still… it hurts.

This game showed me something I didn’t expect:

That I’m a non-MC reader.

Just a side character. A background girl.

And that’s why I adore non-MC stories with a reader.

They mirror how I feel in real life - painfully, but in a cathartic beautiful way.

They say: yes, even if you’re beautiful, loyal, smart, kind - if you weren’t born the Chosen One, if you weren’t written into the myth - then you’ll never be her.

You’ll never be the one they cross time and space for.

You’ll never be the cosmic soulmate.

You’ll never be the MC.

And yes, maybe I’m just a jealous bitter bitch.

Maybe I just fell too hard for the guys and now feel like a miserable outsider.

Maybe I felt like I was being pushed out of a story that never included me to begin with.

But this post - this pain - is real.

If you’ve ever felt like the story wasn’t written for you,

If you’ve ever watched miss Hunter be worshipped and thought:

“Why not me?”

If you’ve ever craved a story where someone like you gets to be seen, wanted, and chosen:

You're not alone.

[sharieb]

Name List

Name List (for now)

Sailor Mercury (Princess Athene) = Mizuno Ami

Zephyr = Zayne

Sailor Venus (Princess Aphrodite) = Aino Minako

Xanthos = Xander

Sailor Jupiter (Princess Chloris) = Kino Makoto

Stefanos = Sylus

Sailor Mars (Princess Enyo) = Hino Rei

Rhouben = Rafayel

Sailor Neptune (Princess Kallistê) = Kaiō Michiru

Sailor Uranus (Princess Zephyra) = Ten'ō Haruka

Chariton = Caleb

Present time (LADS timeline) Li Qiao = Zayne's father Li (nee Guang) Hui An = Zayne's mother Mizuno Koichi = Ami's father Mizuno (nee Ono) Saeko = Ami's mother

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Chapter 2: Aftermath

On Mariner Castle...

“High Queen, what do you mean Nehelenia crashed the Princess' celebration party?” Queen Maia of Mercury questioned, her voice steely cold.

“Exactly what it means.” the Moon Queen answered her long-time ally.

“Is Athene...” King Hermes trailed off.

“None of the young Senshi are injured.” Queen Selenity confirmed. “Although, I believe it would be wise to send a companion for young Athene.”

“Understood.” Queen Maia nodded. “And I have just the perfect candidate.”

Cutting off the communication, the Mercury Queen turned, “Someone summon young Zephyr.”

“Her Majesty.” Zephyr, the only son of the Royal Head Matron, knelt before the Queen.

“Zephyr,” Queen Maia looked down at the hazel-eyed boy. “I'm sure you've heard of the minor... altercation at the baby Moon Princess' party.”

“Is the Princess...” Zephyr's voice steeled his worry for his best friend.

“The Senshi are unharmed.” Queen Maia replied. “However, the High Queen has agreed to one of my requested conditions when Athene was sent to the Moon Palace; that she be accompanied by a companion her age and I have chosen you, Zephyr.”

“I humbly accept this duty, Her Majesty.” Zephyr bowed lower, a fist above his heart.

“Then be prepared to leave in two days time.” Queen Maia instructed.

On Magellan Castle...

After hearing whispers from the more gossipy soldiers of the Venusian Royal Army, Xanthos pretty much demanded his training instructor to increase his training.

On Io Castle...

Stefanos had enrolled into the Jupiterian army, despite his family's objections.

On Triton Castle...

“Cousin, why the sudden intense training?” Rhouben whined, Sailor Neptune's water bullet extinguished the fire of his flaming daggers.

“Baby Princess Serenity was attacked.” Sailor Neptune replied.

Rhouben paled when the Ocean Senshi brought out her Deep Aqua Mirror.

On Miranda Castle...

Sailor Uranus watched as her younger cousin, Chariton, stepped into the Space Fleet Academy gates.

Name List (for now) Sailor Mercury (Princess Athene) = Mizuno Ami Zephyr = Zayne Sailor Venus (Princess Aphrodite) = Aino Minako Xanthos = Xander Sailor Jupiter (Princess Chloris) = Kino Makoto Stefanos = Sylus Sailor Mars (Princess Enyo) = Hino Rei Rhouben = Rafayel Sailor Neptune (Princess Kallistê) = Kaiō Michiru Sailor Uranus (Princess Zephyra) = Ten'ō Haruka Chariton = Caleb

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Chapter One

So, I decided to get this plot (https://www.tumblr.com/sailorstar9/788914671544647680/lads-x-sailor-moon) out; and this is officially my first Love and Deepspace/Sailor Moon fic.

Plot Synopsis: Basically, this: https://www.tumblr.com/sailorstar9/788914671544647680/lads-x-sailor-moon

Pairings: Xavier/Minako, Zayne/Ami, Rafayel/Rei, Sylus/Makoto, Caleb/LADS!MC

In the Moon Castle...

“Serenity, my lovely little daughter.” Queen Selenity knelt by her infant daughter. “I'm so happy you were born. Now, let's celebrate and invite everyone.” she picked the baby Princess from her crib.

“Congratulations, my Queen.” the four young Inner Senshi chorused, running up.

“Welcome all of you.” Queen Selenity greeted the four girls. “Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, Venus; Princess Serenity's four Guardian Senshi.”

“We've been waiting for this day.” young Sailor Venus declared, the four girls kneeling before the Moon monarch.

“We will risk our lives to protect her.” Sailor Jupiter swore. “The precious one who will eventually become Queen.”

“She'll grow up and catch up to you all soon.” Queen Selenity reminded. “How exciting. What kind of Princess will she grow up to be?”

“I'd like to celebrate, too.” Nehelenia stepped out from her mirror. “How could you not invite me to the Moon's greatest celebration?” she walked meaningfully towards her light counterpart.

“One who stains the sacred Palace.” Sailor Venus snapped. “Who are you?”

“Is that how you welcome a fellow resident of the Moon?”Nehelenia taunted. “I came all the way from the depths.”

“Liar.” Sailor Jupiter snapped. “You don't live on the Moon.”

“I've heard of you.” Sailor Mars realized who the unwanted guest was. “You're the evil embodiment of the devil that secretly entered this planet to spread your darkness.”

“Oh, unwanted guest.” Queen Selenity stepped in. “If you've landed on this planet seeking peace, we welcome you. However, you will not be forgiven for spreading evil darkness on this planet.”

“Listen to yourself.” Nehelenia snorted. “You all came from a far distance in the universe just like me. Our origins are the same. Queen, darkness is necessary. If you could lend me a hand, if you can accept the darkness...”

“Oh, grotesque one!” Sailor Mars barked. “Leave at once!” she released a fireball at Nehelenia who merely sidestepped the attack.

“Where there is light, there is darkness.” Nehelenia reminded. “Darkness calls the light and the light calls the darkness.” she flared up her dark aura.

In response, Queen Selenity released the Ginzuishou's power, bathing Nehelenia in the purifying energy beam. “You should be sealed in the world of darkness for eternity.” she blasted Nehelenia back into her mirror.

“Here's my gift to you.” Nehelenia spat. “Accept my beautiful curse. This Kingdom will eventually fall. The beautiful Princess will die before succeeding the throne. That is my gift to you.”

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Chapter 4 (Finale)

Trigger warning: Major character deaths, suicide

Months later...

With Metalia's instigation, the Earth army rose in rebellion against the White Moon.

The Lunarian Royal Army was already decimated by the massive army's numbers, the Earth forces trampling over the soldiers' bodies to advance to the Moon Palace.

“Get to the Princess!” Stefanos barked to the Inner Senshi, he and Zephyr fell into defensive positions as they channelled their powers.

“Final stand?” Zephyr gave the older magic user a wry smile.

“You don't say.” Stefanos snorted.

“Ice Geyser!” Zephyr let loose a spiked ice tower to slow down the army's advance. “Ice Wall!” he then summoned a wall of solid ice to buy the Inner Senshi time to rush back to the Moon Palace.

“Thunder Palace.” Stefanos raised a hand into the darkening sky and released his charged up lightning, sending down bolts of lightning down on the Earth army.

Meanwhile...

Mid-run, both Sailors Mercury and Jupiter let out a startled gasp when the colours of their Heartbound Marks faded into grey.

“Those two...” Sailor Juipter whispered in horror.

“We don't have much time.” Sailor Venus urged the others onwards.

“We're already too late.” Sailor Mars hissed, the advancing Earth army was now nipping at their heels.

Moments later, the Inner Senshi found themselves engaged in battle against the Earth army.

Having successfully distracted the Inner Senshi, Beryl led off a small group and advanced to the Moon Palace gates.

At the gates of the Moon Palace...

“Let's conquer the Moon Kingdom!” the small portion of the Earth army, led by Beryl, roared. “The legendary Ginzuishou is ours!”

“Stop!” Prince Endymion placed himself between the insurgent army and the Palace entrance. “Stop this meaningless war.”

“Prince!” Beryl snapped. “Are you betraying the Earth? Curse you...” she turned her attention to Princess Serenity. “Take this!” she raised her sword to strike the Moon Princess.

Prince Endymion moved, placing himself between Beryl and Princess Serenity and took the attack.

Overcome with grief, Princess Serenity took Prince Endymion's sword and stabbed herself in the chest, killing herself.

With the Inner Senshi...

“Princess!” all four Senshi sucked in a horrified breath when they felt their Princess' life end.

“Everyone!” Sailor Venus ordered. “Use our strongest attack!”

“Sailor Planet Attack!” all four Senshi drew upon their Planets' magic and cast their ultimate combination attack that took out the attacking army around them, the final attack proving to be too draining for their bodies and killing them.

In the Chamber of Prayer...

With all her loved ones dead, Queen Selenity used the Ginzuishou to seal off Metalia and the remnants of the Earth army, before dying herself from exhaustion.

Much later...

Sailors Uranus, Neptune, Chariton and Rhouben arrived too late after the invasion of the Moon Palace.

“No, no, no, no!” Rhouben let out a heart-rending wail, seeing the fallen form of Sailor Mars at the Moon Palace's gates.

“The Space Sword...” Chariton's eyes widened when he noticed Sailor Uranus' weapon started shining.

“Even the Deep Aqua Mirror...” Rhouben gasped.

“They disappeared?” Chariton blinked when Sailors Uranus and Neptune were teleported to the Crystal Tower along with Sailor Pluto. “To the Crystal Tower.” he turned to Rhouben. “What in the world...” the two younger men hurried to the Crystal Tower, gaping in muted shock as the three Talismans met to summon the final Senshi.

“The last Senshi from the taboo planet...” Chariton whispered.

“The one Senshi that should never be awakened...” Rhouben breathed. “Sailor Saturn... has the end finally come?”

Without a word, Sailor Saturn swung the Silence Glaive down and brought an end to the Silver Millennium and its surviving inhabitants.

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Chapter Three

Two days later...

Athene stirred from her slumber early in the morning (as per usual) and was startled to find Zephyr asleep on a cot at the foot of her bed.

“Good morning, my Lady.” Zephyr greeted, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he, too, stirred.

“ Zephyr?” Athene blinked. “When did you...”

“Late last night.” Zephyr replied. “Your mother, Her Majesty, has decided to send me as your study companion as per her agreement with the High Queen. My Lady,” he turned his head to look at Athene straight in the eye and pulled out a ritual dagger from his belt. With a quick slit across his left palm, he swore the blood oath, “With the White Moon as witness, I pledge my life and soul to Crown Princess Athene, to Sailor Mercury, through all my lifetimes.”

Athene let out a startled gasp and hurried to heal Zephyr's self-inflicted wound and. Unbeknownst to the two children, a silvery blue lily-shaped mark appeared on the inside of their wrists.

The next day...

Queen Selenity instantly noticed the newly-formed Heartbound Mark on Zephyr's wrist when the young boy presented himself before the White Moon Queen. “Young Zephyr.” the Queen held Zephyr back.

“Her Highness?” Zephyr blinked in confusion after Queen Selenity gave him permission to rise.

“What do you know about the Silver Guard?”Queen Selenity asked.

Years later...

“Happy coming-of-age, Chloris.” Princess Serenity and the gathered Senshi crowded around the of-age Jovian Princess.

“Thanks, everyone.” Chloris smiled. “I'm being called back to Io Castle last night.” she informed. “Turns out my father is about to choose my future husband.”

A week later, Sailor Jupiter returned to the Moon Palace with her new fiancé, Stefanos, in tow. Apparently, the red-eyed noble managed to win out against the other suitors in a martial tournament.

Queen Selenity, upon spotting the silvery emerald rose-shaped Heartbound Mark on Stefanos' inner wrist, wasted no time in inducting him into the Silver Guard.

“Zephyr.” Stefanos voiced, the two Silver Guards watched as the Inner Senshi folic with the Moon Princess in the royal gardens.

“Stefanos.” Zephyr returned the greeting with a nod.

“Is it alright for the Princess to be this carefree?” Stefanos frowned.

“Is something the matter?” Zephyr frowned.

“Nothing,” Stefanos looked away. “I might be thinking too much into it.”

Some time later...

“Good work on the final upgrade on the Eternity Main System, Zephyr.” Queen Selenity remarked, after Zephyr's report.

“Her Highness.” Stefanos reported in. “The Princess snuck out, again.”

“Understood.” Queen Selenity nodded.

Meanwhile...

Princess Serenity hurried back to the Moon Palace upon returning from Earth, only to be met with a fuming Sailor Mars at the doors.

“Princess.” the fire Senshi drawled.

“You went to Earth without telling us again.” Sailor Jupiter chided.

“One day you shall rule the Silver Millennium.” Sailor Venus reminded.

“You still have much to learn,” Sailor Mercury reprimanded, a stack of books in hand.

Sometime later...

“In recognition of Sergeant Xanthos' accomplishments in eliminating the pandemic on the minor asteroid Varda, I grant you the rank of Sergeant First Class of the Lunarian Royal Army. Wear your new rank with pride.” Queen Selenity bestowed Xanthos his new rank. “Let the celebrations begin!” the Moon Queen declared after all the decorations were granted.

“Princess,” Xanthos, now emblazoned by his new rank, bowed to his Planet's Princess. “May I have this dance?”

Time passes...

Rhouben, having been commissioned by Queen Selenity to paint a family portrait of her and Princess Serenity, arrived at the Moon Palace, where he chanced upon the Inner Senshi training their powers.

Said Neptunian noble was instantly mesmerized by Sailor Mars' flames.

Years later, at Princess Serenity's 18th birthday celebration party...

“Endymion,” Princess Serenity mumbled to her secret lover on one of the Moon Palace's high bridges. “We must not see each other anymore.”

“Why?” the Prince of Earth asked.

“People of the Earth and people of the Moon must not see each other.” Princess Serenity whispered. “That is God's law.”

Upon witnessing the royal couple kiss from a distance, it was then Chariton, who had long loved Princess Serenity, experienced his first heartbreak.

“Looks like Chariton found out about the Earth Prince and the Princess.” Rhouben noticed the Uranian noble's forlorn expression, seeing the sulking Chariton slink back to the Moon Palace's ballroom.

“I have a bad feeling about this...” Princess Enyo muttered, Rhouben dipping her in a dramatic manner.

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Name List

Name List (for now)

Sailor Mercury (Princess Athene) = Mizuno Ami

Zephyr = Zayne

Sailor Venus (Princess Aphrodite) = Aino Minako

Xanthos = Xander

Sailor Jupiter (Princess Chloris) = Kino Makoto

Stefanos = Sylus

Sailor Mars (Princess Enyo) = Hino Rei

Rhouben = Rafayel

Sailor Neptune (Princess Kallistê) = Kaiō Michiru

Sailor Uranus (Princess Zephyra) = Ten'ō Haruka

Chariton = Caleb

Present time (LADS timeline) Li Qiao = Zayne's father Li (nee Guang) Hui An = Zayne's mother Mizuno Koichi = Ami's father Mizuno (nee Ono) Saeko = Ami's mother

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Act 1 Usagi - Sailor Moon

Two years later...

11(?)-year-old Rafayel was collecting shells by the seashore when he turned to the full moon in the night sky. “The moon is exceptionally bright tonight.” the reincarnated Lemurian muttered. “is something going to happen?”

Elsewhere, 15-year-old Sylus managed to escape to the safety of his underground refuge, having evaded the gunfire that that ravaged the N109 Zone. Taking one last look at the full moon in the sky, he shut the double vacuum doors behind him.

The next morning, in the Tsukino household...

“Usagi, you're going to be late.” Tsukino Ikuko yelled to wake her daughter up.

“Acck!” Usagi shrieked in horror. “Mom, I can't believe you.” she hurriedly dressed for school. “Why didn't you wake me up? See you later.” grabbing the bento Ikuko prepared, she rushed off to school.

“I'm late!” Usagi ran to school. “I'm late! Why does morning have to come? I'm so sleepy...” turning a corner, she accidentally stepped on Luna and tripped onto the pavement. “A cat?” she turned to the injured black cat lying on the ground. “A bandage?” she spotted the band-aids on Luna's forehead and peeled off the band-aids, revealing a crescent moon underneath. “I'm late for school!” she panicked and hurried off.

In the Dark Kingdom...

“Come forth, O apparition, servant to our Great Ruler.” Jadeite summoned a humanoid figure from the summoning podium. “Now go and bring me the Legendary Ginzuishou.”

In Juban Public Middle School...

“Tsukino Usagi!” Sakurada-sensei rebuked her constantly tardy student. “Late again? Go stand in the hallway!”

“I can't believe she's making a frail, dainty girl like me stand out here.” Usagi pouted. Upon hearing her stomach growled and remembering she skipped breakfast, she took out her bento box.

“Tsukino-san!” Sakurada-sensei stormed out to the hallway. “What is the matter with you? That attitude is why your test scores are so low.” she showed the blond the 30-mark test.

“Usagi, you're unbelievable.” Osaka Naru looked at her best friend pitifully after homeroom ended and Usagi was allowed back into the classroom. “None of the other girls eat in class.”

“I can't help it...” Usagi whined.

“How'd you do in your exam, Usagi?” Umino Gurio stepped in. “I didn't study too much this time.” he proudly showed up his 95 mark. “Exams are basically just games, you know.”

“By the way, did you hear about the jewellery store robbery in the city?” Yumiko asked at lunchtime. “There have been a bunch of those lately.”

“But Sailor V caught all the robbers.” Umino piped in.

“Who's that?” Usagi inquired.

“Don't you know?” Umino was surprised. “She's a famous heroine who wears a sailor suit. Some say she's actually a special investigator for the police.”

“I've never heard of her before.” Usagi admitted.

“I can understand why someone would want to rob a jewellery store.” Yumiko noted.

“I know, right?” Kuri squealed. “The way the gems sparkle so beautifully.”

“Naru-chan doesn't your family run a big jewellery store?” Usagi pointed out.

“We've actually got a huge sale going on.” Naru informed. “There are even some thing in our price range.”

“I'll drop by on my home.” Yumiko beamed.

At Jewellery OSA•P that afternoon...

“The one in the middle is a 'pigeon's blood' ruby.” Naru introduced the jewels in the display window. “It's worth one billion yen. Of course, none of these are on sale.”

“So many people.” Usagi gawked, entering the jewellery store.

“Step right up.” Osaka Mayumi shouted into the loudspeaker in her hand. “There are some great discounts. Welcome home, Naru.” she greeted her daughter. “It's crowded but have a look around. Any of Naru's friends get a special discount.”

“We've never got a sale before.” Naru admitted. “I wonder what's gotten into Mom.”

A dejected Usagi walked out of the store as she looked at her 30-mark test paper. “Time to go home.” she crumped the test into a ball and threw it over her shoulder.

“That hurt, dango atama.” Chiba Mamoru caught the crumpled up paper in his hands. “Trying to raise some bumps on my head, too?”

“These aren't 'bumps'.” Usagi fumed, turning around. “They're called 'buns'.

“30 percent?” Mamoru instantly saw the failing mark. “You need to study more, Odango atama.” he handed the test back to Usagi.

“Mind your business.” Usagi scowled and stormed off. “So, this is the Sailor V everyone's talking about.” she passed the Game Center Crown and spotted the Sailor V poster on the bulletin board. “Come on. Let me beat you, zombie face.” she snapped, playing on the new Sailor V game.

“Usagi, are you on your way home from school?” Furuhata Motoki noticed Usagi playing the arcade game. “There's a little trick to beating this guy.” he offered his assistance. “Now's your chance. If you don't hurry, it'll be all over.” he urged, releasing the on-screen Sailor V's ultimate attack after pushing the zombie back and ending the fight.

“It's the cat from this morning.” Usagi heard a cat's meow and looked down to see Luna.

“She's been wandering around here for the past few days.” Motoki informed.

In the Tsukino household that evening...

“Welcome home, Usagi.” Ikuko greetd her daughter. “I ran into Umino earlier. He said he got a 95 on his test. How did you do? 30... percent...” she stammered after Usagi handed her test paper over. “Usagi! If you're going to bring home scores like this, you can just quit coming home.” with that, she locked Usagi out of the house.

Meanwhile...

Ami and Zayne were on their nightly videocall via FaceTime.

“Auntie Saeko's working double shifts again?” Zayne asked.

“Hm...” Ami responded, tapping her mechanical pencil on an open page of her notebook.

“How're you doing at Tenkū?” Zayne asked, referring to the Japanese sister school of Skyhaven Medical School.

“Good enough.” Ami answered.

Later that night...

“Foolish humans...” Morga, the youma Jadeite planted, mocked, gathering energy into a glass cylinder. “They have no idea that their new jewellery is absorbing their energies. But it seems like the item I seek isn't here...” she noted.

“Mom?” Naru poked her head into her mother's room and gasped when she saw her mother's scary grin.

In Usagi's room...

“What was that for?” Usagi was awakened from her nap by a claw slash across her nose.

“This isn't a bald patch.” Luna rebuked. “My name is Luna. I've been looking for you, Usagi. Thank you for removing those bandages. They disabled my speech and disrupted my ability to search. Usagi, this isn't a dream.” she insisted, seeing Usagi had returned to sleep. “All right then.” she sighed. “This is a present for you, Usagi.” she handed Usagi a golden brooch. “Listen, Usagi. Right now, there are things happening in Tokyo that the police can't handle. You are the chosen Senshi and you have a mission; you must gather allies and defeat the enemy. And then, you must find our Princess.”

“Luna, the brooch is glowing.” Usagi gasped, her new ornament starting shining.

“Call out these words: Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” Luna instructed.

“Moon Prism Power, Make Up!” Usagi called out her transformation phase. Just then, her odango covers started blinking. “That voice...” she recognized Naru's cry for help. “It's Naru.”

“It appears the youma has shown itself.” Luna concluded.

In the darkened Jewellery OSA•...

“No!” Naru screamed, cornered by Morga who was impersonating her mother.

“Keep your hands off Naru!” Sailor Moon barked, just as Tuxedo Kamen arrived on the scene as well.

“Who're you?” Morga demanded.

Turning to the crescent moon in the night sky, Sailor Moon introduced herself, “I am the pretty Senshi who fights for love and justice, Sailor Moon! In the name of the Moon, I'll punish you.”

“Awaken, you slaves who have offered your energy to our Great Ruler.” Morga shouted, summoning the controlled humans to the jewellery store. “Get her!”

Sailor Moon was forced to dodge the first brainwashed woman's attack.

“What are you doing, Sailor Moon?” Luna asked, seeing the Moon Senshi running from the attacking women. “Fight back.”

“How?” Sailor Moon screamed, now finding herself cornered. “I can't stand it!” she wailed, the 'Supersonic Waves' attack, now amplified by her odango covers knocked the women out.

“Stop crying.” Tuxedo Kamen stepped in. “Now's your chance, Sailor Moon.”

“Now's your chance, Sailor Moon.” Luna agreed. “Take your tiara and call out the words 'Moon Tiara Boomerang'.”

“'Moon Tiara Boomerang!” Sailor Moon tossed her powered-up circlet at Morga, hitting her on the chest and turning her into dust.

“I didn't find the Legendary Ginzuishou, but I did find something worth seeing.” Tuxedo Kamen admitted and leapt out of the opened window. “My name is Tuxedo Kamen.” he told Sailor Moon. “Sailor Moon, I'll remember your name.” he promised and vanished into the night.

The next day...

In her Tenkū Medical School uniform, feeling a raindrop falling, Ami made a run to the library before the rain turned into a downpour.

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