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You are a Fontainian public health official. When you receive a report regarding a mysterious illness in Fleuve Cendre, you immediately jump to Navia's aid. What you didn't expect, though, was the interference of a Harbinger.
---Your eyes flitted across the crowd, suddenly hyperaware of every movement and sound. Squealing children, their parents in distress, the creaking of the Clockwork Meka… all normal, all in order.
Then you saw him. Orange hair, red scarf, dull blue eyes. You couldn’t help but notice the red mask on the side of his head. Fatui, you realized.
You must have been making a grim face, because when he turned towards your direction, you immediately made eye contact. You tried to turn away, but he had already caught you glaring. With a slight tilt of his head, you could vaguely make out a small smile.
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Tartaglia sighed and slouched a bit in his chair. With the friction against the chair, his hair ruffled comically out of place, and it struck you in that moment just how young he probably was. How did he get here? Where was his family? Did he have siblings? A spouse?
He spoke again, snapping you away from your thoughts. “So… let me get this straight. You’ve got something that’s not yours, from someone whose name you… don’t know…? ” You shook your head. “And you don’t know where they live.”
“... Yeah.”
You wished you had more. But the visions that came to you every night of reptilian amber eyes and fur that could’ve been mistaken for flames only instilled in you a sinking feeling of being watched. The Geo Lord, Stone God of Liyuean culture, Father of Wealth and Contracts, had no intention of being found— you were not the hunter in this situation.
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somewhere out there is a dragon that thinks you stole its treasure. who better to help you return it than a pirate captain with an adrenaline addiction?
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18 Aug 2026
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“You shouldn’t be here.”
He was cut off. These were the very first words Pedri spoke to him. Naturally, Ferran was taken aback by the sudden, unprompted hostility
Whatever greeting he had expected from Barcelona’s golden boy, it was definitely not this. Had he entered the wrong room? Ferran took a quick glance past Pedri's shoulder. No, this was definitely the first-team locker room. Maybe it was a joke? Maybe Pedri was just messing with him? Yeah, that had to be it.“Nice to meet you too. I’m Ferran.” He said, extending his hand. Seconds passed, Pedri didn’t shake it, but Ferran didn’t pull it back either. “But I guess you already knew my name…” he trailed off, sounding far from his usual confident self.
“Yeah, I guess I did.” Pedri replied dryly, narrowing his eyes.
This wasn’t the same Pedri he met on that beach.
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Ferran signs with Barcelona, eager to be back in Spain and play in one of the greatest clubs in the world, only to quickly realize that not everyone shared the enthusiasm for his addition to the team. And maybe he cared too much.Bookmarked by chrumble
05 Aug 2026
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He watched Ferran’s silhouette in the weak light that filtered through the curtains, his mind replaying what he’d said earlier—"useless," he’d called himself. Something in Pedri’s chest cracked at the word. Ferran was everything to Pedri—his second home, his partner, his best friend—but right now, he could only see himself as a failing footballer. Pedri wasn’t sure how to help him find his way back to his old self, but he had to try.
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Ferran's world takes one hit after the other, and every time he falls apart, Pedri tries to put him back together like it's second nature. He never questions the tenderness he feels towards Ferran. But what happens when the cruel reality of football turns their lives upside down?
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05 Aug 2026
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"Yeah, but there's a difference between not rushing and being completely clueless," Pedri said, frustration creeping into his voice. "I'm twenty-two, Ferran. Most people have at least... I don't know. Some idea of what they're doing."
Ferran was quiet for a moment, and when Pedri looked over, his friend was watching him with that same considering expression from earlier.
"What if I helped you?" Ferran said.
Pedri blinked. "What?"
"Helped you. You know, with the stuff you feel like you're missing out on." Ferran shrugged, trying to look casual, but there was something careful in the way he was watching Pedri's reaction. "I mean, we're friends. We trust each other. If you want to learn how to flirt, or kiss, or... whatever, I could teach you. No pressure, no judgment."- Language:
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24 Jul 2026
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England wins, Norway is eliminated.
Then, Erling promises Jude they'll talk later, and he agrees.
Because Jude always believed there would be time. After the World Cup, after training, after the next match. After...
After what?
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15 Jul 2026