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Trouble never seemed far off when Childe was around. For the most part, Lumine didn't mind that. Kept things interesting, for sure. Usually, their mutual brand of mayhem looked like epic battles against hilichurls and eldritch horrors from Abyss. But the moment Childe sheepishly croaked out "my parents think we're dating," Lumine just knew that they had stumbled head first into a new form of danger. Sadly, this one wasn't one they could stab their way out of.
Though frankly if this fake dating thing didn't go well, Lumine wasn't above trying it.
(Featuring Tartaglia and Lumine in A Comedy of Errors in Three and some odd Acts.)
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“So, let Paimon get this straight. You think Mister Moneybags is falling in love with you?”
“Well, he’s not falling in love with me, he’s falling in love with Ying.”
Ying, her alias, the 11th Harbinger's beloved secretary, and an entirely fake persona created by Lumine as she attempted to infiltrate the Fatui. Childe was falling in love with a woman who didn't even exist.
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Every constellation in the sky tells a story of someone's future. When one shares a star with another, their paths intertwine forevermore. There is no avoiding loving this person. They are soul mates, bound by destiny.
In which the biggest threat to the Fatui happens to be Childe’s soulmate, and he does everything in his power to prevent the inevitable relationship between them.
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- Part 1 of Ad Astra
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“For otherworlders, it is better not to date a long-life species—especially the Xianzhou natives, as you will likely get hurt. We might have a youthful look, but our soul has aged. Once we have loved, our hearts will not flutter for anyone again.”
Stelle, forced to submit documents against her will, made it to the Seat of Divine Foresight. As she dropped the papers on his desk, her eyes settled on a particular golden pocket watch. Similar to the one she had.
Its time was frozen—perhaps broken. However, that wasn’t what caught her attention.
There was a photograph within it, a person eerily similar to her. Same hair length. Same facial features. Same smile.
There were engravings on the back of the artifact, dating back to five hundred years ago.
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You never answered *my* question. What do you want, Aventurine?
Just to see what you were doing tonight, of course~
Trying to sleep. Obviously. What else would I be doing in reality this late?
Ah ah, it's my turn now
If I ask what you're wearing, will you answer?
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One sleepless night, a series of inadvisable texts, and the events they set into motion.