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Why aren't there any fanfics of Jinu x Rumi yet? 😭😭💔💔💔💔 I'm mourning my babies so bad rn

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Neither here nor There

At thirteen, Liora begins choosing the mortal world over Elfhame. Jude wants to believe it’s a phase. Cardan knows better. But neither can stop her from drifting—least of all themselves.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

The first time Liora asked to stay in the mortal world longer—not for a quick visit, not for a diplomatic errand, but truly stay, for a year at least—Jude's first thought was: What did I do wrong?

"Is something bothering you here?" Jude asked, her tone deceptively mild.

Cardan, seated beside her in his slouched sprawl of a throne, arched a lazy brow. He was adorned in shadow-dyed velvet, the gleam of his crown catching torchlight as though even flame bowed to him. But beneath the indulgent facade, Jude saw how still he had gone.

Liora looked at both of them with that maddening mix of innocence and calculation—too much like her father, Jude thought bitterly, and then hated herself for thinking it.

"I just want to see what it's like," Liora said, fingers fussing with the braid over her shoulder. "To be... somewhere normal. Where no one curtsies. Where the trees don’t whisper."

"You don’t need to run off to the mortal world for that," Jude said, too quickly. "You can ignore courtesies here. We do."

Liora’s eyes narrowed slightly—just slightly. She had a mortal’s lack of glamour, but she’d learned other ways to cut.

"You don’t," she said.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

Jude tried to be rational. She had always been rational. And still, she watched the Hollow Hall servants pack her daughter's things as if they were funeral garments.

"You're thirteen," she said the night before Liora left for the house her Aunt Vivi had in the mortal realm with her mortal lover Aunt Heather. "You don’t even know what you’re asking."

Liora looked up from the books she was stacking into a satchel. “Maybe I don’t. But I won’t find out staying here.”

“Here is your home.”

"Then why does it feel like I'm always wearing armor in it?"

Jude opened her mouth, and closed it again.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

That summer, Liora didn’t come home.

She wrote—stilted, polite letters. Jude responded with overly formal ones at first, as though diplomacy would bring her daughter back. Cardan, of course, replied to Liora with rambling notes filled with nonsense poetry, tales of court gossip, and sly references to Jude’s brooding.

“She’s thirteen,” Jude snapped one night as they argued on the ramparts. “What if something happens to her?”

“She was raised by you,” Cardan replied, and his smile was soft, maddening. “She’ll either outwit the danger or stab it in the throat.”

“That’s not comforting.”

“It’s the truth.”

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

In the mortal realm, Liora wore hoodies instead of gowns. She walked to school alone. She learned to bike down winding roads where no sprites tangled her hair. She began to dream without remembering magic.

There were days she forgot what it felt like to have power thrumming in her blood—days she liked forgetting.

But sometimes she’d wake up reaching for a knife under her pillow that wasn’t there. Sometimes she’d step through the trees and swear she heard them whisper her name.

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

“She’s not like us,” Jude said one night, pacing the tower room where no one could see her softness.

Cardan was sprawled on their bed, a book resting on his chest, unread. “Of course she’s not. She’s herself.”

“You don’t get it. I clawed my way into Faerie. I chose it. She’s running the other way.”

“You wanted her to belong here and she does,” he said lightly. “She just chose not to be.”

"I wanted her to survive."

"So did I, my dear mortal darling. And she is surviving. Just... somewhere else."

· · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·

On her fourteenth birthday, Liora didn’t come.

There was no letter that time. Just silence.

And the strange, awful thing was: Jude understood.

Not forgave. Not condoned.

But understood.

Because once, she too had looked at a world that raised her, loved her, shaped her—and still chose another.

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One day in Suburbia (and Several Minor Disasters)

Jude and Cardan leave their daughter Liora with her Aunt Vi and Heather in the mortal world for one day. It was supposed to be relaxing. Instead, there are squirrels in crowns, cursed coffee machines, and one very traumatized Target manager.

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“You’re absolutely sure about this?” Heather asked, voice already tinged with dread as she watched Liora stalk a butterfly with the focus of a seasoned predator.

Vi, lounging on a picnic blanket in her backyard, waved lazily. “We’ve got this. I’ve raised my sisters. I’ve wrangled Jude after a wine tasting when she was younger. What’s one tiny fae slash mortal kid for a day?”

“She’s not just a kid,” Heather whispered. “She’s Jude and Cardan’s kid.”

Across the lawn, seven-year-old Liora Greenbriar—crown of braided flowers askew, mossy cape fluttering, and eyes glinting gold with inherited menace—held up a worm like it was an offering to the gods.

“I shall name him Earl.”

Cardan, standing with Jude on the patio, clapped. “My legacy is secure.”

Jude squinted. “Just don’t let her enchant anyone, bring back a feral animal, or claim territory.”

Vi raised an eyebrow. “That happened once.”

Heather, very quietly: “It was three times.”

Liora marched up, placed the worm gently on Heather’s shoulder, and declared, “You are now blessed by the Earth and its wrigglers.”

Heather screamed.

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Hour One:

Vi thought things were going okay until Liora asked why all the neighborhood houses looked the same.

“I shall liberate them,” she said.

“No, you shall not,” Vi said.

“But they’re… beige. This is oppression.”

Heather sighed from the kitchen. “She’s not wrong.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Hour Three:

The neighbor’s kid, a ten-year-old named Brandon with a Nerf arsenal and unchecked confidence, challenged Liora to a “laser tag war.”

Liora, offended, declared a duel of honor.

Five minutes later, Brandon’s Nerf gun was mysteriously jammed with glitter and his shoelaces had tied themselves into knots.

“I didn’t technically enchant him,” Liora said.

Vi, impressed, whispered to Heather, “That was Roach-level sabotage.”

Heather whispered back, “We need holy water.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Hour Four:

They took her to Target to burn off some energy.

Huge mistake.

Liora climbed onto the cart like it was a battle chariot, grabbed a fairy wand from the toy aisle, and declared herself Queen of Aisle Seven.

By the time Vi returned from grabbing oat milk, Heather was being dragged toward the checkout by security while Liora loudly proclaimed, “LET MY SUBJECT GO, YOU BEIGE-BADGED PEASANTS!”

They were gently escorted out.

Vi was banned. From Target.

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Hour Six:

Heather tried to make cookies. Liora insisted on adding “glamour sprinkles.” The oven started glowing.

When they opened it, a puff of cinnamon-scented magic turned Vi’s eyebrows silver.

Liora gasped. “You look like a battle queen!”

Vi blinked. “Actually… I do.”

Heather: “I’m going to lie down. Forever.”

✦•┈๑⋅⋯⋯⋅๑┈•✦

Hour Nine:

Jude and Cardan finally returned, looking entirely too relaxed.

“How was it?” Jude asked.

Vi, covered in frosting, wearing silver brows and a unicorn sticker on her cheek, shrugged. “Surprisingly educational.”

Heather emerged from behind a couch cushion. “She tried to unionize the neighborhood cats.”

Cardan looked at his daughter, who was seated on the kitchen table surrounded by cats and sticky notes.

Liora raised a goblet of chocolate milk. “We’ve formed a collective. All naps are now sacred.”

Cardan beamed. “My sweet little revolutionary.”

Jude pinched the bridge of her nose. “We were gone for one day.”

Heather handed Jude a cursed cookie shaped like a flaming sword. “Take your child. And your royal agenda.”

Vi waved. “Come back anytime! I’m teaching her how to throw knives next time.”

Heather groaned. “That’s not a joke, is it?”

“It’s never a joke,” Jude and Vi said in perfect sync.

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The Great Negotiation

A Jude x Cardan family fanfic wherein their daughter (Liora) who is trying (and failing) to bargain with her father while Jude secretly enjoys every second

Three days into her sentence of royal imprisonment (also known as being grounded), Princess Liora Greenbriar had had enough.

No riding her foxhound.

No garden picnics.

No sweet lemon tarts from the royal kitchens.

And worst of all—no stories before bed. Not even one.

Which was, in her words, “a crime against princesses everywhere.”

So, Liora did what any determined, half-mortal, half-fae child would do.

She bargained.

She marched into the study where her father held court with a pile of scrolls and a very bored expression. Jude stood by the window, arms folded and watching this unfold like it was her favorite play.

Cardan looked up slowly as Liora entered, dragging behind her a small, wheeled box filled with her drawings and carefully hoarded glitter.

She curtsied. “Your Majesty.”

Cardan blinked. “Oh no.”

She cleared her throat. “I have come to offer you a deal.”

He closed his eyes. “I am busy.”

“It’ll take two minutes,” she said sweetly. “Three at most.”

Jude coughed into her hand to hide a laugh.

Liora opened her box and dramatically pulled out a glitter-covered paper crown.

“This,” she said, “is the Crown of Eternal Nice Dads. If you accept this gift, in exchange I will only partially disobey you from now on. Also, I want lemon tarts and to be un-grounded by dinnertime.”

Cardan stared at her.

“Let me get this straight,” he said dryly. “You want me to wear that—” He gestured vaguely at the sparkly object. “—in exchange for you still disobeying me, but only sometimes?”

Liora nodded enthusiastically. “And I’ll clean my room! With, like, effort.”

He pinched the bridge of his nose.

Jude, who had turned fully to watch by now, raised her brows and asked, “How much effort?”

Liora considered. “Like… 65 percent.”

Cardan gave her a long, slow blink. “Liora. You nearly died three days ago.”

“But I didn’t!” she said brightly. “So technically, it was a success.”

Jude barked a laugh and quickly turned it into a cough.

Cardan looked at his wife. “Do something.”

“I think you’re handling it beautifully,” Jude said, lips twitching.

He turned back to Liora, who was now balancing the paper crown on his desk and trying to look as innocent as possible.

“You are grounded,” he said flatly.

“Forever?”

“Four more days.”

Liora’s mouth fell open. “You added time?!”

“You tried to bribe me. With glitter.”

She gasped. “But it’s biodegradable! I asked a dryad!”

Cardan stood slowly and loomed over her in that very regal, very dad-ish way. “No tarts. No outings. And if I hear one word about glowing mushrooms, I’m locking your books.”

Liora let out a wail and threw herself face-first onto the carpet.

Cardan stepped over her with practiced ease.

Jude watched him pass, arms crossed, and whispered, “You’re enjoying this.”

“I have waited years,” he said under his breath, “to wield my petty side for something productive.”

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Liora’s muffled voice whined from the floor: “This is child cruelty! Someone call the faerie rights council!”

Cardan didn’t even turn around. “They’re afraid of me, too.”

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would you still love me if i was a worm? (and other thought-provoking questions) Sylus/Reader | 2100 words | AO3 In which Sylus answers many meaningful drunken questions at 2 AM. A/N: Why have I been clowning on this man 🗿 lowkey based on this post I made before his release lol

It was rather common for Sylus to be up at 2 AM, since in his particular line of work, businesses were best done in the dead of night when most people would be asleep. It didn’t help that the N109 Zone was shrouded in eternal darkness at all times, so the entire concept of time felt rather meaningless to most citizens.

What truly was uncommon for Sylus was receiving a call from you at this time in the middle of the night when you should be slumbering away like most normal citizens. He stared at his phone screen where “Kitten” was so affectionately featured prominently onscreen along with his favorite photo of you. He swiped his thumb across the screen to answer the curious call. Nothing, however, could have prepared the leader of Onychinus with your desperate plea: “Crow Man, come pick me up, pleasssseeee!”

Sylus raised a brow as he held his cellphone tighter in his hand. “Crow Man?”

“Is this not Ca-Caw Man?”

“…are you drunk, sweetie?”

“Mr. Big Ca-Cawk, please pick me upppp!”

Sylus set his phone down on his desk and leaned back in his seat, already massaging his temple in slow circles. He had lavished you with such sweet pet names, and in your darling little head, you had just affectionately bestowed upon him the nickname…Big Ca-Cawk.

Sylus inhaled sharply.

He knew he let you get away with a lot of mischievous things, but perhaps this might be the one time he needed to put his foot down. He held his phone next to his ear again, hearing you sniffled:

“Caw-Caw, do you not like me anymore?”

Damn. You were good.

Sylus huffed softly, finding your drunken speech pattern rather endearing now. With a soft smile on his face, he spoke low, “Far from the truth, sweetie. Now, give me your address.”

You relayed to him the address of a late-night restaurant you were at in Linkon City.

“Stay safe,” Sylus responded, “I’ll be there in twenty.”

The call ended and Sylus heaved another heavy sigh before he stood up. He walked pass where Mephisto was roosting on his perch, and Sylus mumbled thoughtfully to the mechanical crow, “Maybe I should just assign you to monitor her 24/7 from now on.”

Mephisto tilted his head to the side, clearly confused by his owner’s odd words. He cooed quietly in response, watching as Sylus left.

With no speed limit in the N109 Zone, Sylus breezed through the city on his motorcycle in a matter of less than fifteen minutes. Through Linkon City, the street was mostly vacant, and he managed to avoid many of the cop hiding spots. It took him roughly another ten minutes to finally pulled up to the restaurant you said you were at.

As he parked his motorcycle, he took his helmet off, eyes instantly narrowing in anger when he noticed you were backed into a wall by a couple of sober sleazebags. Sylus started to walk up to you, his temper flaring when he heard your feeble protests:

“No…I don’t like this. Go away...”

“Aww, come on, sweetcheeks, you look like you could use a rest at a motel with us.”

“Yeah, it’d be in bad conscious of us if we leave a cute girl like you hanging around on the street like this—”

Sylus had heard enough. His hand tightened into a fist, and thick, dark tendrils wrapped around the two men’s necks, easily lifting them up and sending them hurtling down the block. When they gotten up, ready to assault their attacker, they were instantly frozen with fear from just a simple sharp glare from Sylus. He merely snapped his fingers and new tendrils shot straight down the block at the two men, the sight enough to send them running away in terror.

How fortunate for them. Sylus had other important things on his mind this particular night, or otherwise, he would have felt no qualms with ridding the world of two lowlifes.

When Sylus turned to look at you, his gaze softened considerably, a look of exasperation settled on his handsome features. He approached you slowly, his voice soft and gentle, “Sweetheart…”

His eyes widened in shock when you flung yourself against him, arms wrapped around his waist tightly. You sniffled softly, “Sy-Sy…”

Sylus regained his composure and he smiled down at your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. “So I am Sy-Sy now?”

He waited for you to calm down, speaking gentle, comforting words to ease your fears. When he noticed you appeared calmer, he led you to where he had parked. After handing you a helmet, he made sure your arms were wrapped tightly around his waist again before he took off, heading to your apartment.

Once he had arrived to your apartment building, he led you upstairs to your floor. He watched in amusement as you attempted to open the door, unable to get your thumb aligned correctly with the biometrics.

“Here,” he murmured, grabbing your wrist and guiding your thumb to match up with the small screen.

There was a click.

The door opened.

You stared in absolute awe. “Sy-Sy is so amazing…”

Sylus chuckled as he led you inside. “Sweetie, how much did you drink tonight?”

You shrugged. “It was Tara’s birthday…and it was our 5000th wanderer kill…and it was also pay day…and—”

Sylus immediately cut you off, laughing. “I get it,” he said, leading you to your bathroom to help you wash up, “You had a lot to celebrate today.”

He watched you smiled happily as you splashed some cooling water on your face. He helped you removed your jewelry before leading you to your bedroom. Sylus crossed his arms over his chest as he eyed you up and down in your black bodycon dress.

“Now, while I do appreciate seeing you in this dress,” he said with a teasing lecherous smirk, “I don’t think it’ll be comfortable to wear to bed, right?”

You giggled. “Nope!”

Sylus’ eyes widened, completely unprepared when you decided to shamelessly take the dress off yourself and flung it at a chair in your room. You smiled sweetly at him as you stood there in just your bra and panties.

Sylus covered his face, groaning softly. “This girl…” He took another look at you happily smiling away at him with not a single sober thought in your head. He turned away, mumbling, “Stay put.”

He sighed and walked into your closet, muttering to himself as he searched for some sleepwear for you, “You suck at drinking, sweetheart, and yet you let yourself get this drunk…”

After spending about five minutes of searching for some decent sleepwear, Sylus came back out to find you on the bed laying on your side, half-asleep. Sylus sat down on the edge of the bed next to you. He gently shook your shoulder. “Come on, sweetie, as cute as you look like that, you need to get dressed.”

You mumbled sleepily, and Sylus took it upon himself to help you get dressed in an oversized shirt and some shorts. This task felt rather foreign to him, since he was honestly more used to doing the complete opposite. As if reading his mind, you fell against him giggling again once you were fully dressed. “Are you going to take my bra off, too, Sy-Sy?”

He groaned again, his brain about to explode. “Sweetie, you are testing me.”

You giggled again and batted your eyelashes at him.

He smirked, slipping his hands under your shirt from behind and expertly unhooked your bra, tossing it to the side with your earlier abandoned dress. “It’s a good thing I am such a gentleman who doesn’t like taking advantage of intoxicated women.”

“Sy-Sy is the sweetest,” you agreed solemnly. You leaned up and clumsily kissed him, catching him off-guard for just a few seconds before he chuckled against the kiss, pecking your lips lightly. He pulled away first, amused when he saw your look of disappointment at how quickly the kiss ended.

Sylus pinched your cheek, eliciting a pained yelp that stirred you fully awake. “Next time, you are not allowed to get yourself drunk without me around,” he scolded you firmly, though his facial expression was more gentle than angry.

“But it was pay day…”

One sharp look from Sylus had you clamming up. When he turned away, you let out a soft whine, “Wait…are you leaving me?”

He turned back just in time to see a pout forming on your face. He sighed for what seemed like the umpteenth time that night, giving you a slow shake of his head. He knew he was coddling you too much tonight, but he couldn’t bear to leave you alone in such a disoriented state. “Of course not, sweetie,” he answered with a smile, “I’m just going to turn off the lights.”

Once the lights were out, Sylus made his way back over to the bed. He chuckled in amusement as you scooted to the center, giving the empty space next to you an enthusiastic pat. Sylus climbed into bed, happy when you cuddled up to him.

“Caw-Caw, I have a question…”

“So it’s Caw-Caw again?” he asked bemused, and then muttered more to himself, “I think I’d rather you call me Sy-Sy instead… What is it, sweetie?”

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?”

“Sweetie, I would feed you to Mephisto,” he answered, not missing a single beat.

“Noooo…” you whined at him with tears brimming in your eyes. You weakly pawed at his arm with little fists, pleading, “Don’t feed me to Mephie…”

“Mephie?” he laughed, astonished that now you had taken the liberty of nicknaming his mechanical crow.

“I won’t taste good,” you insisted with a sweet pout.

“Personally, I think you taste divine,” Sylus teased with the double-entendre, but in your drunken state, you didn’t catch the double meaning. You could only sniffle sadly at him. He rubbed your cheek affectionately with the back of his hand, his crimson eyes seemed so bright in the darkness.

“Sy-Sy…”

“Hmm?” Sylus propped himself up on his elbow, his chin cradled in his hand as he peered down at you snuggled up close to him again.

“Where does the light go when you close the fridge door?”

“Drunk you is just full of silly questions, huh?”

You continued, not caring that he didn’t give you an actual answer to your previous inquiry, “Why do we make round pizza, put it in a square box, just to eat it as a triangle?”

Sylus blinked, sighing, feeling at a complete loss for words. “When you are sober, I’ll make sure to look up the answer for you, sweetie.”

“Sy-Sy?”

“What now?”

“Life is soup.”

Sylus raised his brow in complete confusion, not understanding a single damn word out of your mouth now. He didn’t even know how to respond to the odd comment, so he just continued to stare at you, hoping for a follow-up.

“And I am a fork.”

Sylus pulled you into his arms, laying on his back with you on top of him. “Alright, sweetie, it’s time for bed now.”

You giggled, rubbing your face against his soft shirt, inhaling deeply the faint scent of cologne on him. You sighed happily, smelling the familiar comforting, warm and woodsy fragrance on him. “Would you…” You yawned and rubbed your drowsy eyes, “love me if I shrink down to the size of your thumb?”

“Sweetheart, I’ll just have to keep you safe in my pocket.” Sylus brushed the flyaway hair away from your face, his expression tender as he gazed at your sweet, sleepy face resting on top of his chest. Even though he knew by morning, you wouldn’t remember a single thing from this night, Sylus still couldn’t help but voiced his thoughts and feelings aloud.

“I adore you,” he said, hushed, the weight of his words hung heavy in the stillness of the bedroom, “More than you will ever know.”

You yawned again, burrowing deeper into his embrace. “I love you, too, Mr. Big Ca-Cawk.”

Sylus could do nothing but laughed resignedly, his arms wrapped securely around you, holding you close to his body, the soft warmth of you against him was calming. Sylus felt a strange mixture of both happiness and bemusement by your drunk words, knowing your intoxicated state was also your most honest side, revealing to him the depths of your feelings for him. He kissed the top of your head, letting his eyes closed to rest as well, as he murmured, “Sweet dreams, you silly girl.”

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Can I copy your homework?

Taylor: I can help you with it instead! Logan: yeah sure Ashlyn: Bold of you to assume I did it Aiden: Lol nope:) Tyler: We had homework?! Taylor: Ty... . . . Ben: *read at 4:30am*

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Ashlyn: Time for Plan G Logan: Don't you mean plan B? Ashyln: No we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties. Taylor: what about plan D? Ashlyn: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago Logan: How about plan E? Ashlyn: Trying to use it as a last resort, Aiden dies in plan E Tyler: I like plan E Aiden: DUDE- Ben: *Listening through his earphones unbothered*

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Senju: If it’s any consolation, he got me here on a very misleading text message Mikey: Technically, you are about to be screwed in the biology room Senju: Mikey!? Mikey: ... what?

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AT!Spica and F!Mc as parents

No dating until he dies (spoiler! Mc covers for c/n)

Scary look that’s just his normal face so c/n tells him all the stupid things they did so he actually gets mad

The “Hard to talk to” dad but tries his best

Awkward interactions are a must!

The way he starts a conversation with C/n is about an embarrassing moment during C/n’s childhood

Teaches C/n patiently about school and answers all their questions in a way that makes it easier

Trusts C/n but can’t help but be worried but he doesn’t show it

“I see...” - Spica

Scares C/n’s friends off with a glare that C/n deemed his neutral face

Mc pinches Spica’s side for scaring C/n’s friends

Gives good logical advice to C/n whenever things came too serious

won’t hold back telling C/n their flaws and how they could improve

would want to spend quality time with C/n but he’s the awkward dad

Doesn’t strive for good enough and encourage’s C/n to always do their best than the bare minimum

F!mc Mediates when Spica and C/n get into a heated argument about food 

He will be petty when it comes to F!mc’s attention

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Senju: Violence isn't the answer.

Mikey: You’re right.

Senju: *sighs in relief*

Mikey: Violence is the question.

Senju: What?

Mikey, bolting away: And the answer is yes.

Senju, running after him: NO-

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Scaramona au

She couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see anything. It got her breathing heavily as she tried to move but her body would not, in the distance she could see him. The 6th of the Fatui Harbingers, The balladeer, her lover.

She tried to move, Archons only know how much she's trying but she couldn't, as if there were invisible cuffs shackling her as she watched her beloved continue to walk further and further away from her.

Her eyes wide, pupils dilated she tried to shout his name, make her presence known to him but she couldn't as if her mouth was sealed in shut, she was struggling against the invsible binds that got her stuck. When she finally got out of the binds she ran, ran towards him even when her legs begged her to stop. Whenever she reached closer to him he seemed to move even far away than the last time.

In futile effort she tried to reach out her hand towards the purple headed puppet before she fell into a void of darkness.

Her eyes shot open as she jolted awake, she sat down on the soft comfort of her bed, she looked around her to see a familiar room, it was her room. There were scattered spellbooks and documents littering around as she sighed, leaning her forehead to the palm of her hand as she tried to calm her erratic heartbeat

"Come on Mona, that was a dream..."

The purplette tried to convince herself, taking a deep breath she finally grasped the reality she was in. The reality where there was no Scaramouche, there was no 6th Harbinger, no Balladeer. Only The Wanderer, how she came to remember remained unknown to her and she was not about to tell anyone about it either.

She laid back down, her hitting the soft pillows as she stared at the ceiling in a daze, sometimes she wonders if everything would be different if she did not remember, sometimes she wished she didn't. For the main reason of memories that kept plaguing her mind. memories she knows she won't be able to relive.

She kept shifting her position in bed as she grunted, decided that if she couldn't sleep she'll just start her morning at.... 4 am.... Oh teyvat she groaned as she rubbed her face and got up

"Damn it all"

She murmured to no one in particular as she went to her window to look at the stars. She spotted a particular constellation, bringing back a memory

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"Such a useless hobby you have"

Huffed a short purple haired man as he eyed the Astrologist as she looked through a telescope making her snort and retort

"For your information this is my job, not my hobby"

The latter only laughed sardonically but kept quiet, decided that arguing with the female would just end up in a fruitless endeavor though he does like pushing her over the edge of her sanity

"Amuse me, Megistus. What's my constellation?"

He asked as he walked behind her to embrace her from the back, something he does not do in public. Something that's only exclusive for her. The Astrologist's lips quirked upward as she felt the familiar warmth

"How arrogant of you to think that I did research about your constellation"

she giggled when she heard a small but noticeable grunt coming from the short male, squeezing her a bit before he chuckled and spoke

"Did you not?"

He asked, his tone cocky. Knowing fully that she did no matter how much she tried to deny it. Her huff was an answer enough making him laugh, the female slapped his arm playfully as she spoke

"Oh fine I did, only out of pure curiosity! Do not get any ideas, Scaramouche!"

He rolled his eyes playfully at her remark as he rested his head on the juncture of her shoulder and neck

"I'm not~ So tell me, what is it?"

He loves humoring Mona's rather peculiar hobbies just as much as he loves teasing her, something about her innocent smile and her excitement that's somehow akin to a child's whenever she talked about anything related to the stars just seemed to make his heart burst

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Her eyes gleamed as she began ranting on and on about his constellation in his arms as both stared at the starlit sky

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It baffles me, that some people say that Sasuke hates Sakura and Sarada….. his own wife and daughter…. his new family…..

……when Sasukes whole story during the manga was his seeking for revenge on Itachi and later Konoha because he LOVED his family so much!!!!

It's exactly as you say, anon: Sasuke basically did everything out of love. He loved his family so much he became a revenger when it was taken from him, he loves Team 7 so he pushed them away from him to not get them involved with his sins, he loved Itachi so he swore revenge once again when he learned his story.

And damn yes he loves his wife and daughter so he sacrifices precious time with them to make sure they live a long, happy and safe life. This man is all about love, it's not hard to see. Tobirama told us long ago for those who didn't figure it out before.

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they say that when you reincarnate, you usually meet with souls you have been in your previous life, just different roles. like your little brother in your past life—that can be in a different period or a different world altogether, can be your son in your present life.

AU where yor was sarada, anya was sakura in their previous life, in a whole different world. they reversed roles in their next life. 🥺

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Chilumi: When our constellations connect

Childe was tired, coming back to the makeshift bed in the tent they set up in dragonspine with the traveler. She might be small but she’s like a magnet to trouble, they faced treasure hoarders and hilichurls all day, something Childe was used to yet even the greatest can fall tired. 

“Ajax” Lumine called, her voice was sweet

Normally he would reply with the same flirty endeavor but he just flopped onto bed and well- slept.

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Groaning the youngest Harbinger woke up when the sun shone from the tent, birds chirping, the wind tickling his skin and a warm bed… a warm bed? He woke up in a start as he looked around, this wasn’t where he slept. Was he kidnapped? 

He Immediately stood up and was ready to fight, but the surroundings, it was nostalgic… warm, then he saw him on the wall- he saw Lumine on the wall too! He slightly slapped himself to get himself together and took a clear look around, it seems to be like one of those expensive houses in Snezhnaya that they were looking at the other day, he promised her to buy them one after they get married.

His eyes widened- Lumine! He walked down in hopes for finding his female comrade. Well he did feel her presence so he wasn’t that worried

“Ajax?” He heard her voice, she might’ve sensed his presence

Making himself known he came inside but gaped at what he saw, Lumine was cooking… well she did cook most of the time but this time is different, she wasn’t wearing her normal clothes, she was wearing a long flowy sundress, she looked ethereal in it. 

It appeared that She was making breakfast, he breathed in a scent of Coffee and pancakes 

“Ojou-chan..?” He called out to her for what felt like ages since he last did

the said girl turned around, his eyed widening once more, there wasn’t just the two of them, there was another living being inside of her

“Y-You’re…?” He pointed to her stomach and she snorted

Putting the spatula down and walking over to him she touched his hand and brought it to her stomach where he felt a kick making him gasp in shock

“For 6 months now, Ajax” She said sweetly

He loved the way she said his name, as if it wasn’t tainted at all but… she’s been pregnant for 6 months?! Just where the hell is he? Is this the dream? Oh Archons don’t wake him up if it really was a dream

“….What’s their name?” he asked with albeit a bit of hesitance

Childe’s a family man, there’s no doubt in that but having their own little kid running around just keeps his giddy

“It’s….” Lumine’s voice blurred out as she said their unborn child’s name until black had surrounded his vision

He tried running back to where Lumine and their child was but they collectively got farther away until…

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“Ajax..! Childe Tartaglia!” He awoke with a start and looked everywhere

He was back, makeshift bed and it’s coldness and all but she was still there, he was spooning her

“Lumine…?” His morning voice was raspy

“Mattaku mo~ If I knew you were gonna sleep in I wouldn’t have brought you along with me” She said

His hug on her tightened not registering what she said afterwards… Maybe if it was all over… if they find a way, maybe in another universe… it’d be possible for them to have the future he dreamt about but Childe deep down knew that it wouldn’t be the case. 

The traveler would leave as soon as she finds her brother, the constellations taking her anywhere, like a star in the vast sky

He shook his head, that was a problem for the future, he bounced back into his playful demeanor 

“Yet you’re still in my arms”

The traveler went silent, in fear he had angered her this early he was about to apologize when she spoke

“Yet I’m still in your arms” 

She agreed to his previous statement, it made him flustered and she knew it, maybe if the Gods are gracious enough, they will let their constellations connect.

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AT!Pollux and F!Mc as parents

You already know he’s the childish dad XD

But he’s really overprotective when he wants to and MC thinks it’s cute but Pollux kept denying it

The kind of dad that would go along with your mom scolding you but spoiling you rotten after (ofc w/o Mc’s knowing- hehe)

The type that would embarrass you in front of the school/friends

And he will enjoy every single bit of it until MC steps in (No fun-)

“come here buddy! It’s ok Papa’s got you”

Teaches C/n magic from time to time

Loves to play catch

Jealous of Arkcy because he’s C/n’s favorite uncle (go figure XD)

Always tries to one up’s C/n’s uncles and Mc is laughing the whole while 

“Pollux c/n’s only a kid!”

He bought c/n a wand- keep out of reach- 

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Chilumi: When our constellations connect

Childe was tired, coming back to the makeshift bed in the tent they set up in dragonspine with the traveler. She might be small but she’s like a magnet to trouble, they faced treasure hoarders and hilichurls all day, something Childe was used to yet even the greatest can fall tired. 

“Ajax” Lumine called, her voice was sweet

Normally he would reply with the same flirty endeavor but he just flopped onto bed and well- slept.

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Groaning the youngest Harbinger woke up when the sun shone from the tent, birds chirping, the wind tickling his skin and a warm bed... a warm bed? He woke up in a start as he looked around, this wasn’t where he slept. Was he kidnapped? 

He Immediately stood up and was ready to fight, but the surroundings, it was nostalgic... warm, then he saw him on the wall- he saw Lumine on the wall too! He slightly slapped himself to get himself together and took a clear look around, it seems to be like one of those expensive houses in Snezhnaya that they were looking at the other day, he promised her to buy them one after they get married.

His eyes widened- Lumine! He walked down in hopes for finding his female comrade. Well he did feel her presence so he wasn’t that worried

“Ajax?” He heard her voice, she might’ve sensed his presence

Making himself known he came inside but gaped at what he saw, Lumine was cooking... well she did cook most of the time but this time is different, she wasn’t wearing her normal clothes, she was wearing a long flowy sundress, she looked ethereal in it. 

It appeared that She was making breakfast, he breathed in a scent of Coffee and pancakes 

“Ojou-chan..?” He called out to her for what felt like ages since he last did

the said girl turned around, his eyed widening once more, there wasn’t just the two of them, there was another living being inside of her

“Y-You’re...?” He pointed to her stomach and she snorted

Putting the spatula down and walking over to him she touched his hand and brought it to her stomach where he felt a kick making him gasp in shock

“For 6 months now, Ajax” She said sweetly

He loved the way she said his name, as if it wasn’t tainted at all but... she’s been pregnant for 6 months?! Just where the hell is he? Is this the dream? Oh Archons don’t wake him up if it really was a dream

“....What’s their name?” he asked with albeit a bit of hesitance

Childe’s a family man, there’s no doubt in that but having their own little kid running around just keeps his giddy

“It’s....” Lumine’s voice blurred out as she said their unborn child’s name until black had surrounded his vision

He tried running back to where Lumine and their child was but they collectively got farther away until...

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“Ajax..! Childe Tartaglia!” He awoke with a start and looked everywhere

He was back, makeshift bed and it’s coldness and all but she was still there, he was spooning her

“Lumine...?” His morning voice was raspy

“Mattaku mo~ If I knew you were gonna sleep in I wouldn’t have brought you along with me” She said

His hug on her tightened not registering what she said afterwards... Maybe if it was all over... if they find a way, maybe in another universe... it’d be possible for them to have the future he dreamt about but Childe deep down knew that it wouldn’t be the case. 

The traveler would leave as soon as she finds her brother, the constellations taking her anywhere, like a star in the vast sky

He shook his head, that was a problem for the future, he bounced back into his playful demeanor 

“Yet you’re still in my arms”

The traveler went silent, in fear he had angered her this early he was about to apologize when she spoke

“Yet I’m still in your arms” 

She agreed to his previous statement, it made him flustered and she knew it, maybe if the Gods are gracious enough, they will let their constellations connect.

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Mc wrote a short journal entry

Hi 

No let’s start again that sounds cliché- anyways

I tried writing a short journal entry, it’s been a while since I transported into this.. realm, I don’t know. It’s just weird and scary but also thrilling? So many things happened since I came here but I want to go back to my old life too, but then again... If I go back to earth, what am I gonna do then? I don’t belong here and I would most likely won’t belong there anymore either, I’d be alienated to both realms and it’s terrifying

Actually I don’t know if it’s because I’m having that time of month that’s why I’m overthinking or what but, isn’t it easier to just... let go? But that would be selfish of me wouldn’t it? I couldn’t do that to Arcky and the others, after everything of course.. It would be selfish of me to just... leave after all their efforts, right! If I can’t smile for myself then I’d smile for them, I’d smile for them until I can’t anymore.