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Currently writing the One Piece Luna-vers! Wish me luck!

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This haunts me. It is literally my roman empire. Like how did his dad react? How did akashi react? Was he good after? Was he happy..... too many unanswered questions, and I just wanna hug and protect him

Something I always think about us how absolutely horrible the days leading up to meeting his father after the winter Cup were for akashi.

He was still reeling from his mental breakdown during the match he must have been genuinely scared about what his father would do. Especially since masaomi frequently says that only those who show excellence in all areas are worthy to be a member of the akashi family.

[selmasemlan]

New profile pic!! Oh and updates 4/14/2024 (Master list too)

Finally, something that looks like me!

Oh, btw the names Angellica or Angie for short. I don't mind being called BUNNEDNUN either babes.

WE ASLO HAVE A COMMUNITY LINK NOW!!:

Now let's get down to business,

An updated schedule will be as follows:

Mundane Monday: The beginning of the week is always dreadful so let's make it fun with some crack fics. Memes, Memes, MEMES galore!

Tearful Tuesdays: Angst posts will be the main thing on here. I'm thinking of some hurt and comfort fics. I'm already working on a Buggy fic for this. I'm not opposed to happy endings but in general, think of an onion cutting itself for these. They don't all have to be romantic and I'm creating something for Trafalgar Law here.

Wonderful Wednesdays: I will update two of the current fan series on this day maybe three if I have the time. So far the list includes:

*Enchanted meeting (Buggy The Clown x Straw-hat reader)

*Shadows of the Blade (Dracule Mihawk x Assassin reader)

*Capturing hearts (Iñaki Godoy x Photographer reader)

*Please Don't Hate Me! (Juan Ruiz x Imperfect reader

*Whispers of the heart (Dracule Mihawk x Maid (Pirate Queen) reader)

*Love Sick (Buggy the Clown x Straw-hat reader)

*Bound by Justice (Sabo x Marine! Reader)

*Carnival Confessions (Portgas D. Ace x Straw-Hat! Reader)

*If you only knew how much I love you (Sabo x Straw-hat! Reader x Ace)

*Make you mine!~ (Trafalgar D. Law x Cheeky~ Crewmate! Reader)

*Throw Me Overboard! (Buggy the Clown x Fm! Reader)

*Gone Fishing! (Sabo x Sea creature Straw-Hat! Reader)

*Good neighbors (Farmer! Bakugou Katsuki x Gardener! Reader)

*Dancing Under the Stars (Red-Haired Shanks X Bar/ DanceClub Owner! Reader)

*In the Arms of a Stranger (Charlotte Katakuri x Bride! Reader)

*Unexpected Dinner Guests! (Koby x Straw-Hat! Reader)

*Tempted to touch! One piece Men x Fm! Reader (Multi fic)

*Shadows in the Night! (Trafalgar D. Water Law x Ethereal spirit! Reader)

*Sweet dreams!~ (Trafalgar D. Law x Hot Doctor Wife! Reader (Modern Au))

*Golden afternoon (Monkey D. Luffy x Crew mate! Reader) *LOYALTY (Katsuki Bakugou x Sugar Baby! Reader)

*You're my Coffee (Shouta Aizawa x Pro Hero/Teacher! Reader)

Sanji, Usopp, Nami, Ace, Law, Robin, Boa, Chopper, and Zoro will be loading soon. I have many, many, MANY, ideas but no time right now.

Thoughtful Thursdays: Just some random conversations and ideas thrown out there. I'll try to host polls so you guys can vote on what you want next. Basically a rest day for me though because there's just no way I could write everything in one shot. (/@ ~@)/~* I've tried and it ends with me updating around 3AM or sum.

Follower Fridays: Requests from followers are posted. If you have a story request or anything you want to ask go ahead and do so on this day. Just make sure you send them in early so I can get to it in time. If you send something the day of I might be able to make it happen.

Sexy Saturdays: Send me your best Saturday night requests: ie dancing, funny adventures, or crazy antis with the one-piece crew or another fandom. I'm very familiar with Naruto and MHA (and any other anime honestly I doubt there's anything you could request that I don't know.)

It's all about having fun and having those Saturday night vibes babe!~

Sweet Sundays: Romantic One-shot posts! Any character of age and as long as it's not a child. I would be open to doing a reader insert where they are a parent or parental figure though. I find them to be very endearing.

As always your requests are welcomed and comments are very much appreciated. Sorry again for being gone for so long. I want to pick up my serious especially and make the chapters juicy again.

I also have a spring tee shop for merch related to all the stories!!

Every little bit helps me to pay for my tuition! <33

Thank you guys again for your patience and understanding.<<333

Don't forget to check out my a03 account of the same name!!

My new goals are to keep up with the schedule and get 50 followers by the end of the month! I wanna keep growing our family. :3

Most of all, remember that you are safe here and loved.

Until next time my loves!~

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Introducing the partner to the brothers

Summary: Luna introduces Stiles and Isaac to Marcel

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna Salvatore (Platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna Salvatore (Platonic)

Author note: I love the troublesome trio

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1084

Series Masterlist

Introducing the partner to the brothers

The warm breeze gently swept through the outdoor cafe in New Orleans as Luna enveloped Stiles and Isaac in tight hugs, their laughter mingling with the ambient chatter of other patrons. Marcel stood nearby, a soft smile curving his lips as he observed Luna's joyful reunion with her friends. After the initial exchange of introductions, Luna introduced Marcel to Stiles and Isaac, who greeted him with friendly nods and polite smiles.

As Luna excused herself to visit the bathroom, Stiles and Isaac exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions conspiratorial as they turned their attention to Marcel. Leaning forward slightly, Stiles's voice took on a serious yet subtly humorous tone. "So, Marcel," he began, his eyebrows quirking mischievously, "you seem like a decent guy. But just so we're clear, Luna's like family to us. If you ever hurt her," he paused for dramatic effect, lifting an eyebrow, "Isaac here might just decide to hunt you down."

Isaac shot Stiles an incredulous look, muttering under his breath, "Why me?"

Stiles met his gaze firmly. "Because you can heal, Isaac," he replied matter-of-factly.

Isaac sighed, shaking his head hesitantly. "Yeah, but the dude is a few hundred years old vampire," his voice betraying a hint of nervousness.

Stiles shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, I'm not fighting him," he retorted, crossing his arms with a casual air. "I'm just a human."

Isaac nodded in agreement. "I'm not fighting him either," he added quietly.

Their banter continued, filled with friendly jabs and humorous exchanges, drawing occasional amused glances from nearby cafe patrons who couldn't help but overhear the lively conversation. Marcel, amused by their attempt at intimidation, leaned back in his chair, a smile playing on his lips as he listened to Stiles and Isaac banter.

Just as Stiles was about to deliver another quip, Luna's cheerful voice interrupted them. "I'm back," she declared, returning to the table with a bright smile.

Marcel turned to her, his smile widening warmly. "Welcome back," he greeted her, his eyes glowing with affection and admiration.

Stiles and Isaac quickly straightened up, exchanging a swift glance between them before plastering on innocent smiles, as if they hadn't just been playfully threatening and arguing in front of Luna's boyfriend. They seamlessly shifted into light-hearted conversation, effortlessly joining Luna and Marcel as if nothing out of the ordinary had transpired, their camaraderie and protective instincts shining through.

Luna, sensing the shift in atmosphere, chuckled softly. "What did I miss?" she asked curiously, raising an eyebrow at the trio.

Marcel chuckled, casting a sideways glance at Stiles and Isaac. "Oh, just a friendly discussion about the proper way to treat your," he teased, earning playful swats from both Stiles and Isaac.

Stiles grinned mischievously. "Just making sure you're up to the task, Marcel," he quipped, his tone light and teasing.

Isaac nodded in agreement, though his expression softened with genuine warmth. "Yeah, we've got to look out for our Luna," he added with a fond smile.

Marcel's smile softened, touched by their protective gestures. "I appreciate that," he replied sincerely, his gaze flickering between Luna and her friends. "It means a lot to know she has people looking out for her."

Luna beamed at Stiles and Isaac, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "They're like my brothers," she explained with a fond smile, her gaze lingering on each of them in turn. "Always ready to defend my honor, even when it's not necessary."

Stiles chuckled, nudging Isaac playfully. "Hey, we can't help it if we're just naturally protective," he joked, earning a mock glare from Luna.

Isaac nodded solemnly. "It's a tough job, but someone's got to do it," he added with a wink.

The group dissolved into laughter, the warm atmosphere of camaraderie and friendship filling the air around them. Marcel watched them with a sense of gratitude, feeling more deeply connected to Luna and her world with each passing moment.

Later that evening, as Luna and Marcel relaxed at Marcel's loft, the warm glow of the city lights cast a soft, golden hue around them. Nestled together on the couch, Luna couldn't resist asking, "So, what happened while I was in the bathroom?"

Marcel chuckled softly, shaking his head fondly. "Your friends tried to intimidate me," he confessed, recounting Stiles and Isaac's playful threats with a hint of amusement in his voice.

Luna burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand. "Oh, I can only imagine," she managed to say between giggles. "They mean well, really. They're just protective."

Marcel smiled warmly, pulling Luna closer to him. "I can see that," he murmured, brushing a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "And I appreciate it. It's comforting to know you have such loyal friends."

Luna grinned up at him, her eyes sparkling with affection. "They're like family," she admitted softly, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "Just like you."

Marcel's heart swelled with warmth at her words. He tilted her chin up gently, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. "I'm glad," he replied sincerely, his voice a soft whisper against her mouth. "I like knowing you have people who care about you. It makes me worry less."

Luna's smile widened as she nestled deeper into his embrace, her head resting on his shoulder. "I feel so lucky," she murmured, her fingers entwining with his. "To have them, and to have you."

Marcel kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "You deserve all the love and protection in the world, Luna," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And I'm here to make sure you get it."

They shared a series of gentle kisses, each one deepening their bond. Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing she was cherished and safe in Marcel's arms. The world outside faded away, leaving only the soft hum of New Orleans as their backdrop.

In that quiet evening, amidst the gentle glow of city lights and the comforting sounds of the city, Luna and Marcel found solace in each other's presence. They reveled in the warmth and security of their growing relationship, knowing they were supported by a circle of love and friendship that extended beyond themselves.

As the night grew deeper, they continued to hold each other close, exchanging whispered words of affection and promises of a future filled with love and happiness. In each other's arms, they felt an unbreakable bond, a love that was as enduring as the city they called home.

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Unwavering Resolve

Summary: Bakugo gets a little nostalgic

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC), Bakugo Katsuki x Luna Aizawa (Platonic)

Author note: I love the idea of Bakugo and Luna being just awesome.

Warning: mention of war

Word count: 931

Series masterlist

Unwavering Resolve

The battlefield is a war zone of quirk-induced chaos, with flames, ice, and bursts of energy tearing through the air. Buildings crumble under the strain of the conflict, and the ground trembles with every explosion. Amid the frenzy, one figure stands out—Luna, the leader of the operation, commanding her team with unwavering authority and precision.

Her voice, calm yet firm, cuts through the noise as she issues orders through her earpiece. “Squad A, flank the enemy from the west. Squad B, hold the perimeter—don’t let them breach the civilians’ shelter. Squad C, with me. We’re taking down their leader.”

Her commands are followed without hesitation, her team moving in perfect sync with her strategy. Luna’s movements are fluid, almost graceful, as she navigates the battlefield. Her eyes are sharp, scanning for any sign of danger, her instincts honed by years of experience. Every decision she makes is quick and decisive, each one pushing them closer to victory.

Bakugo stands at a distance, his gaze locked on her. He’s seen her fight countless times before, but today, there’s something different—something extraordinary—in the way she leads. There’s a confidence in her, a quiet power that commands respect and inspires those around her. She’s no longer the quirkless girl with a dream; she’s a hero who’s earned her place among the best.

Luna doesn’t hesitate as she charges toward the enemy’s strongest fighter, her team covering her flanks. She ducks under a blast of energy, pivots, and delivers a precise, devastating blow to her opponent. He staggers back, stunned by her strength and speed. Luna presses her advantage, her movements a blur as she lands strike after strike, each one pushing the villain further to the edge.

Bakugo watches with a mixture of pride and awe. She’s relentless, unstoppable—a force of nature. And as he watches her, a memory from their childhood floods his mind…

It’s late afternoon, and the sun hangs low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the park where they’ve been training. The air is thick with the sounds of nature, the rustle of leaves, and the distant chirping of birds. Exhausted from their sparring session, Luna and Bakugo sit on the grass, their bodies still humming with adrenaline.

Bakugo gulps down his water, watching Luna from the corner of his eye. There’s something different about her today—she’s quieter, more introspective. He’s about to ask her what’s on her mind when she suddenly speaks.

“Bakugo… I’m going to be an international pro-hero.”

The statement catches Bakugo off guard, and he chokes on his water, coughing as he struggles to catch his breath. He turns to Luna, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What? Are you serious?”

Luna nods, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun is beginning to dip below the trees. “Completely.”

Bakugo shakes his head, trying to wrap his mind around her words. “You’re not reaching a little too far, Luna? I mean… that’s a massive goal. Even for someone with a quirk.”

Luna turns to him, her expression unwavering. “No, it’s the only way. If I can make it as an international pro-hero, I can change the way society views people like me. It’ll open doors for others who are quirkless or different. If I can do it, then anyone can.”

She stands up, her eyes locking onto the setting sun as she reaches out as if trying to grasp it in her hand. The light bathes her in a warm glow, making her look almost ethereal, like a beacon of hope in the fading daylight. In that moment, she seems larger than life, her small figure filled with a determination that feels almost palpable.

Bakugo stares at her, his breath catching in his throat. He’s always known that Luna was different—stronger, more determined—but seeing her like this, so driven and fearless, shifts something in him. For the first time, all the doubts he’s ever had about her dream, about her ability to change the world, evaporate. He sees her not just as his friend, but as someone destined to reshape the world.

He nods, rising to his feet, his own resolve hardening in the face of her unwavering determination. “Then we better get to work,” he says, extending his fist toward her.

Luna turns to him, a smile breaking across her face, and she meets his fist with her own. The gesture, simple as it is, feels like a promise—a pact between them that no matter what, they’ll achieve their dreams together.

The memory fades, and Bakugo finds himself back on the battlefield, his eyes locked on Luna as she lands the final blow that brings the fight to an end. Her opponent crumples to the ground, defeated, and Luna straightens, her breath coming in steady, controlled puffs. The battlefield is quiet now, the battle won, and Luna stands at its center, her presence commanding and powerful.

“You did it,” Bakugo says quietly to himself, his voice filled with pride. He watches as Luna surveys the scene, checking on her team, ensuring that everyone is safe. There’s no arrogance in her stance, no self-congratulation—just a quiet, steady determination to do her job and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Bakugo clenches his fists, feeling his own determination burning brighter than ever. If Luna can achieve her dream, then he’s damn sure going to become the number one hero in Japan. With renewed vigor, Bakugo launches himself back into the fray, his heart set on claiming the title he’s always wanted, spurred on by the belief he’s always held in his childhood friend.

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Moonlight Conversations

Summary: A conversation about the future shows us how much Marcel and Luna love each other.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: Don't you just love when a couple is healthy

Warning: nothing

Word count: 1099

Series Masterlist

Moonlight Conversations

The cool night air slipped through the open window of Marcel's loft, carrying with it the distant hum of New Orleans nightlife. Inside, the world felt still. The soft lighting bathed the room in a warm, intimate glow, casting gentle shadows that swayed with the breeze.

Luna had been away for months, traveling the world with Isaac and Stiles, searching for peace amidst the chaos that always seemed to follow her. And now, she was finally back.

Marcel had been waiting, counting down the days until he could see her again. The moment she walked through the door of the loft, it was like the missing piece of him had returned. He pulled her into a tight embrace, never wanting to let go.

Now, they were curled up on the couch, a cozy blanket draped over them. Luna’s head rested on Marcel’s chest, her fingers tracing lazy circles against his shirt. His arm wrapped securely around her, holding her close as if to remind himself that she was really here.

“I can’t believe you’re finally here,” Marcel whispered, his voice soft with a mixture of relief and contentment. He gently ran his fingers through her hair, savoring the feeling of her warmth against him.

“I know,” Luna replied, her voice equally tender as she tilted her head to look up at him. “It feels like forever since we’ve been able to just relax like this.”

Marcel smiled down at her, his eyes filled with affection. “Tell me everything,” he urged. “I want to hear about every little detail I’ve missed.”

Luna’s lips curled into a soft smile, her eyes sparkling with love. “Well, Beacon Hills is as chaotic as ever,” she began, settling more comfortably against his chest. “Isaac’s learning how to control his emotions better, but Stiles… well, he’s still Stiles.”

Marcel chuckled, the sound a deep rumble that Luna felt beneath her cheek. “I never doubted you’d be able to handle them. You always do. You’re strong, Moonlight—stronger than you know.”

Luna smiled, leaning into his touch. Hearing Marcel call her "Moonlight" never failed to warm her heart. It was a name only he used, a reflection of how he saw her—a guiding light in his life.

As they continued talking, the hours slipped by unnoticed. The conversation flowed effortlessly, their words a steady rhythm of connection and shared memories. Luna recounted her adventures on the road, the supernatural threats she had faced, and how she’d missed the familiarity of New Orleans. Marcel, in turn, shared stories from the Quarter, about the shifting dynamics in the vampire community, and how things had changed while she was away.

“You know,” Luna began, a playful smile tugging at her lips, “I still remember that time we got lost in the bayou.”

Marcel’s laughter filled the loft, his eyes lighting up with amusement. “How could I forget? We thought we’d never make it back. That’s when I knew I was in trouble,” he teased. “That’s when I realized I was falling for you.”

Luna’s heart fluttered, her cheeks warming as she reached up to cup his face, her thumb tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “I love you, Marcel,” she whispered, her voice filled with the depth of her emotion.

Marcel’s eyes softened as he leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her lips. “I love you too, Moonlight. More than you’ll ever know.”

They stayed like that for a while, exchanging quiet words and gentle touches. Their connection was deeper now than it had ever been before—a bond forged through time, trust, and love. Even after months apart, they felt closer than ever.

As the conversation slowed, the two shifted positions, Luna now lying with her back against Marcel’s chest, his arms wrapped securely around her waist. She sighed contentedly, feeling safe in the strength of his embrace. The world outside was distant; in this moment, it was just the two of them.

“Do you ever think about the future?” Luna asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she traced patterns on his arm.

“Every day,” Marcel replied, his breath warm against her hair. “And you’re always at the center of it.”

Luna’s heart swelled at his words, but she could hear a note of uncertainty in his voice. She lifted her head slightly to look at him, her expression tender. “What are you thinking about?” she asked, her tone gentle, knowing that whatever it was weighed on his heart.

Marcel sighed, his fingers tightening slightly around her as he searched for the right words. “I’ve been thinking… about us. About settling down. Maybe having a family.” His voice was quiet, as if he wasn’t sure if the idea was even possible.

Luna’s heart skipped a beat. She turned fully in his arms, their eyes locking. “Marcel, we can make that happen,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “We’ll figure it out together.”

A shadow of doubt passed over Marcel’s face. “But I’m a vampire, Luna. I don’t know if we could ever…”

Luna placed a hand on his cheek, silencing his worries with a gentle touch. “We’ll find a way,” she promised. “Whether it’s adoption, or maybe there’s something else we can do. We’ll explore every option. Together.”

Marcel gazed at her, his heart swelling with hope. The way she spoke, so sure, so full of love and determination, made him believe that maybe—just maybe—they could have the future they dreamed of.

“You really believe that?” Marcel asked, his voice tinged with hope he hadn’t allowed himself to feel before.

“Absolutely,” Luna replied, her eyes shining with certainty. “I love you, Marcel. And there’s nothing we can’t face together.”

Overwhelmed by her words, Marcel leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender, lingering kiss. It was a kiss filled with all the love and promise they held for each other, a silent vow that no matter what the future held, they would face it side by side.

Afterward, they lay in each other’s arms, the world around them quiet and still. The conversation turned to lighter topics—memories of the past, dreams of the future, plans for the coming days. The hours melted away, their laughter blending with the soft hum of the city outside.

Eventually, as the moon climbed higher in the sky, they drifted off to sleep, still wrapped in each other’s embrace. The night air filled the loft, cool and refreshing, but inside, all was warmth and love.

In the quiet of the loft, their hearts beat in perfect harmony, their shared dreams of a future together closer than ever.

[selmasemlan]

Of Battles and Unspoken Words

Summary: Before the war, Luna and Todoroki say goodbye to each other, with a lot of unsaid words

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC)

Author note: I had to post this before I start posting the 4 parts to the war arc.

Warning: mention of war

Word count: 1027

Series masterlist

War Against the League of Villains – Before the Battle

The air crackled with tension as the battleground prepared to ignite with the clash that would decide the fate of heroes and villains alike. Thunderclouds loomed on the horizon, a fitting backdrop to the impending conflict. The League of Villains, led by Shigaraki, had gathered its forces, and in response, the heroes rallied their own, preparing to strike with everything they had.

The makeshift command center buzzed with activity as the heroes devised their final strategies, but amid the chaos and urgency, there was a brief moment of quiet. Todoroki Shoto stood apart from the others, staring into the distance as his mind churned with thoughts of what was to come. His usual stoic mask was beginning to crack under the weight of it all—the thought of facing his brother, Dabi, gnawed at him. It wasn’t just the battle he dreaded but what it would mean for his family, for his future.

Yet, as his gaze lingered on the distant horizon, Todoroki found his thoughts drifting elsewhere, to Luna. Across the field, she was preparing for her mission against Shigaraki, checking her equipment with careful precision. Her poise and composure amidst the storm were remarkable. Her dark brown hair, streaked with red highlights, was tied back, swaying softly in the wind as she moved. Even in the face of war, Luna exuded a calm that somehow reassured him, though it also heightened his worry for her safety.

Todoroki’s heart skipped a beat when she looked up and began walking toward him. He had seen Luna in battle many times—fierce, unyielding, and resourceful—but today felt different. The stakes were higher than they had ever been, and the thought of losing her gnawed at him with an intensity that he hadn’t fully acknowledged until this moment.

“Hey, Todoroki,” Luna greeted him, her voice steady, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of concern. She stopped in front of him, her expression soft but serious. “I wanted to wish you good luck out there… against Dabi.”

Todoroki looked into her eyes, the icy exterior that usually masked his emotions beginning to thaw. “Thanks, Luna,” he replied, his voice quieter than he intended. “I wish you the same… against Shigaraki. Be careful.”

Luna’s lips curled into a small, sad smile, and for a moment, the weight of the war seemed to fade, replaced by the quiet understanding between them. “I will be,” she said softly, though her gaze drifted toward the weapon at her side—a sleek, custom-made gun loaded with a mysterious serum. “I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.”

Todoroki’s eyes followed hers, his brow furrowing with curiosity. “What’s in the serum?” he asked, his tone a mix of concern and interest.

Luna hesitated for a brief second before shaking her head, her smile growing more somber. “I can’t say,” she replied, her voice dropping slightly. “It’s classified. But… it’s something I hope will make a difference. Something that could turn the tide, maybe even stop Shigaraki.”

Todoroki could see the weight of her words in her expression. Whatever that serum was, it wasn’t just another weapon—it was something deeply personal to her. He nodded, trying to mask the concern that twisted in his chest. Luna had always been capable—more than capable—but this was Shigaraki they were talking about, the most dangerous villain alive. The thought of her facing him alone was almost unbearable.

They stood in silence for a moment, the weight of their unspoken fears hanging heavily in the air. The faint sounds of preparations continued around them—heroes checking their gear, final plans being whispered, and footsteps echoing through the camp—but in this small pocket of quiet, time seemed to stretch between them.

Todoroki wanted to say something more. His fingers clenched and unclenched at his sides as he struggled with the words he couldn’t find. The battle was looming, and yet, all he could think about was her. The way her eyes shone with determination despite the danger, the quiet strength she carried that made him feel grounded even amidst the chaos. He wanted to tell her how much he cared, how much he feared for her safety. But the words seemed stuck in his throat, trapped by the gravity of the moment.

“I’ll see you after this,” he said instead, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

Luna looked at him for a long moment, her eyes softening as if she could read everything he wasn’t saying. She gave him a small, reassuring nod. “Goodbye, Todoroki,” she said softly, turning to walk away.

Her footsteps were light, yet each step echoed in his mind, as if carrying the weight of something left unsaid. Todoroki watched her retreating figure, his chest tightening with an ache he couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t just fear—it was something deeper.

He clenched his fists, fighting the urge to call her back, to tell her everything he had been keeping inside. But he knew now wasn’t the time. There was a war to fight, and he couldn’t afford to lose focus. Yet the thought of going into battle without telling her how much she meant to him gnawed at him with each passing second.

“I’ll tell her,” he promised himself, his jaw tightening with resolve. “When this is over… I’ll tell her everything.”

As Luna disappeared around the corner, a wave of determination surged through Todoroki. The battle ahead wasn’t just against Dabi, his long-lost brother. It was against the overwhelming fear of losing the people he cared about, of leaving things unresolved. He wasn’t just fighting for the future of the world—he was fighting for the chance to make sure there was a future for him and Luna.

Taking a deep breath, Todoroki turned his gaze back to the horizon. The time for battle was approaching, and his resolve had never been stronger. He was ready to face Dabi, ready to confront his past. But he was also ready to fight for a future where he could finally confess the feelings he had buried for so long.

The storm of war was coming, but so was the dawn that would follow.

[selmasemlan]

Why some characters are called by their lastname?

I didn't really think I had to post an info page about this, but since there has been some confusion around this, here it is.

So as you watch anime you learn that in Japanese culture, people don't usually call you by your first name. Usually you will be called by your last name and at the end of it they will add an honorific.

And before we get to all the different honorifics, I like to add that my character, Luna was born and raised in Japan, which mean she follows the the tradition of calling others by their last name. Some characters she is closer to, like Bakugo and Midoriya, which means she calls them by their nicknames, Kaachan and Izuchan.

While Todoroki Shoto is still on a learning-to-know-basis, she will call him by his last name, same thing with others in UA or in Japan.

Basically, the way she calls someone shows how close she is to the person or how much she respects the person.

When it comes to her non-japanes classmates, because she is in the international hero course, she will call them the way her classmates have told her to call them.

Now to the honorifics; There are a lot of different honorifics but here are the most common ones:

San (さん) = Mr. / Ms: Adults of equal status, informally and formally

Sama (様、さま) = Sir / Ma'am: Dear customer (o-kyaku-sama), Ladies and Gentlemen (mina-sama), Your Honor (judges), Your Lordship/Your Ladyship (judges of higher courts), Your Grace / Your Reverend / Your Eminence / Your Holiness (religious authorities) Your Omnipotence (deities)People of higher status (including deities, guests, customers)

Kun (君【くん】): Kun is a semi-formal title for a man—primarily men younger or the same age as the speaker.

Chan (ちゃん) = Little: Most frequently used for girls and small children, close friends, or lovers. Occasionally may be used to refer to a boy, but in most situations would be inappropriate.

Tan (たん) = Lil...Babies

Senpai (先輩、せんぱい) = Senior: Senior colleague and student or classmate

Sensei (先生、せんせい) = Teacher / Master (in the sense of "master and disciple") / Doctor / Professor: Used to refer to teachers as well as people who are experts in their respective fields, whether doctors, artists or lawyers.

Hakase (博士、はかせ) = Doctor or PhD: Persons with very high academic expertise

Heika (陛下、へいか) = Your Majesty: Emperor, Empress, Empress Dowager or Grand Empress Dowager

Denka (殿下、でんか)Your Imperial Highness: Princes and princesses of the Japanese Imperial Family

Kakka (閣下、かっか) = Your Excellency: Used to address non-royal heads of state and government and other high-ranking government officials (ambassadors, cabinet ministers, and other high officials such as the United Nations Secretary-General or generals in an army).

[selmasemlan]

4 moments Luna flinched

Summary: 4 moments where Luna shows how her trauma effects her in her everyday life

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: I love this cause y´all get a look into Lunas trauma

Warning: mention of violence, mention of PTSD, mention of abuse

Word count: 2579

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4 moments Luna flinched 

Moment 1

Beacon Hills High School - Late Afternoon

The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows across the Beacon Hills High School parking lot. Luna walked briskly, her mind preoccupied with the latest supernatural crisis that had unfolded. Scott had asked her to meet him by his car to discuss their next steps. She could sense the tension in his voice during the phone call, but she tried to remain optimistic.

As she approached Scott's old blue Jeep, she saw him pacing back and forth, his brow furrowed in frustration. Luna took a deep breath and walked over, hoping to calm him down.

"Hey, Scott. What's going on?" Luna asked, trying to sound as soothing as possible.

Scott stopped pacing and turned to face her, his eyes filled with anger and worry. "Luna, this situation is getting out of hand! The Darach has kidnapped Stiles' dad, Allison's dad, and my mom. We can't keep up with all these attacks, and it's like everyone is depending on me to have all the answers!"

Luna nodded, understanding his stress. "I know, Scott. But we'll figure it out, we always do."

Scott's frustration boiled over. "No, Luna! You don't understand! We don't have time to just 'figure it out'! We need solutions now!" His voice rose with each word, echoing across the empty parking lot.

Luna's heart raced as Scott's shout triggered a familiar, painful memory. Her stepfather's angry yells, the fear that paralyzed her, the helplessness. She involuntarily flinched, her body reacting before her mind could catch up.

Scott, lost in his anger, didn't notice her reaction. Tears welled up in Luna's eyes as she backed away, the urge to escape overwhelming her. Without another word, she turned and ran, her footsteps echoing in the silence.

Luna found herself at the edge of the nature reserve, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the warmth of her tears. She sat on a fallen log, trying to steady her breathing, the sounds of the forest a comforting backdrop to her chaotic thoughts.

"Why did I react like that?" she whispered to herself, hugging her knees to her chest. The memories of her stepfather were never far from the surface, always lurking, ready to resurface at the slightest provocation.

She stayed there until the stars began to dot the sky, gathering her strength before finally heading back home, dreading the next encounter with Scott but knowing she had to face it.

Moment 2

Derek's Loft - Late Evening

The industrial ambiance of Derek's loft was dimly illuminated by the glow of scattered lamps, casting long shadows on the brick walls. The air was thick with tension as the pack gathered to discuss the latest developments with the Darach. Scott, Derek, and Peter were locked in a heated argument, their voices rising and overlapping.

Luna stood near the entrance, her back against the cool metal wall, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on her. Isaac was next to her, leaning against a pillar, his eyes flickering between the arguing alphas.

“We need to act now! We can't wait any longer, Derek!” Scott’s voice was filled with urgency and frustration.

“Rushing in without a plan will get us all killed, Scott. We need to be smart about this.” Derek’s tone was firm, trying to maintain control.

Peter, ever the provocateur, added fuel to the fire. “Oh, please. Since when did you become the voice of reason, Derek? We're dealing with a Darach, not a rogue werewolf.”

Luna’s anxiety spiked as the volume of their argument increased. She focused on her breathing, trying to stay grounded, but the noise was overwhelming. Then, without warning, Peter grabbed a heavy paperweight from a nearby table and hurled it at the wall, shattering it into pieces. The loud crash echoed through the loft.

Luna flinched violently, her body instinctively curling in on itself as a flood of memories from her past engulfed her. Her vision blurred with tears, and she felt the walls closing in.

Isaac, who had been observing her closely, noticed her reaction immediately. His own traumatic experiences with his abusive father gave him a deep understanding of her pain. He saw the panic in her eyes and knew he had to act.

“Luna, look at me,” Isaac said softly, leaning closer to her.

Luna turned her head slowly, her eyes meeting Isaac’s calm, empathetic gaze. He subtly pointed towards the exit with his eyes, then nodded reassuringly.

“It’s okay. Let’s get out of here for a bit,” he whispered.

Luna nodded, her movements shaky but determined. Isaac gently placed a hand on her back, guiding her out of the loft and into the cool night air. They walked in silence for a few moments until they reached a secluded corner of the building.

“Hey, it’s alright. You’re safe,” Isaac said, his voice soothing.

“I hate that I react like this. It makes me feel so weak,” Luna’s voice trembled with frustration and vulnerability.

Isaac shook his head, his expression softening with understanding. He took her hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re not weak, Luna. What you’ve been through... it leaves scars. I know because I’ve been there too.”

Luna looked up at him, her eyes searching his for the truth. She saw the sincerity, the shared pain, and the unspoken bond that connected them.

“Your dad...” Luna’s voice trailed off, filled with empathy.

Isaac nodded, his own eyes reflecting the pain of past memories. “Yeah. It’s not something that just goes away. But you don’t have to face it alone.”

He pulled her into a comforting hug, his arms wrapping around her protectively. Luna melted into the embrace, feeling a sense of safety and understanding that she hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Thank you, Isaac,” she murmured against his shoulder.

“Anytime. We’re in this together, okay? Always,” Isaac replied softly, his voice filled with conviction.

They stayed like that for a while, finding solace in each other’s presence. The night air was cool, but the warmth of their shared understanding kept them grounded. Eventually, they would have to return to the loft and the chaos within, but for now, they found strength in their bond, knowing they could face anything together.

Moment 3

Salvatore Boarding House - Late Evening

The old mansion was filled with the tension of an ongoing argument, the kind that echoed off the ancient walls and added weight to the air. The central issue was the cure for vampirism, and it had everyone at odds.

“I want the cure, Stefan! I want to be human!” Rebekah’s voice was passionate and filled with longing.

“And I think you deserve that, Rebekah. You deserve to have the life you’ve always wanted,” Stefan replied, his tone softer, filled with compassion.

“Are you seriously considering this?” Damon interjected, his voice dripping with sarcasm and frustration. “You think messing around with the cure is a good idea? Have you thought about the consequences?”

Bonnie stood her ground, her eyes blazing with determination. “Elena needs the cure. She deserves to have her life back.”

Damon scoffed, shaking his head. “Elena doesn’t need it as much as you think, Bonnie. She’s not the same person anymore, and you need to see that.”

As the debate raged on, Luna stood off to the side with Stiles and Isaac, feeling increasingly anxious. The loud voices and the intensity of the argument were becoming too much. Her heartbeat quickened as the tension escalated.

Suddenly, Stefan, in his frustration, raised his hand quickly while making a point. It was a harmless gesture, but to Luna, it was a trigger. She flinched, her body tensing up as a wave of fear washed over her. Everything seemed to freeze.

Isaac noticed immediately. He exchanged a worried glance with Stiles, then both of them moved closer to Luna, each taking one of her arms gently.

“Luna, let’s step outside for a bit,” Stiles whispered, his voice calm and reassuring.

Luna nodded, grateful for the escape. The three of them slipped out of the room, leaving the argument behind.

They found a quiet spot on the front steps, the cool night air providing some relief. Luna sat between Stiles and Isaac, her breathing still unsteady. They sat in silence for a while, the only sounds being the distant rustle of leaves and the soft hum of the town around them.

Isaac put a comforting hand on her shoulder, his touch grounding her. “It’s okay, Luna. You’re safe here.”

Luna nodded, trying to calm her racing heart. “I hate reacting like this. It makes me feel so weak.”

“You’re not weak,” Stiles said firmly. “You’re one of the strongest people I know.”

Before Luna could respond, Damon and Stefan emerged from the house, their expressions a mix of concern and regret. Rebekah and Bonnie stood by the door, watching with worried eyes.

Isaac stood up immediately, placing himself between the brothers and Luna. “Give her some space.”

Luna took a deep breath and looked up at Isaac. “It’s okay, Isaac. I’ve calmed down.”

Damon moved past Isaac, kneeling beside Luna. His usual bravado was replaced with genuine concern. “I’m sorry, Luna. We shouldn’t have let it get so heated.”

Luna offered him a small smile. “It’s fine, Damon. It’s just... a lot sometimes.”

Damon shook his head. “No, it’s not fine. You shouldn’t have to deal with this.”

He wrapped his arms around her, offering a rare moment of tenderness. Luna leaned into the hug, finding comfort in the unexpected gesture. Stefan took Stiles’ place next to her, his face etched with guilt and concern. He hugged her too, his embrace gentle and reassuring.

“I’m really sorry, Luna,” Stefan said softly. “We didn’t mean to scare you.”

Luna nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “I know. Thank you.”

Rebekah and Bonnie stayed by the door, their expressions softening as they watched the scene unfold. The argument seemed trivial now compared to the importance of supporting Luna.

As they sat there, wrapped in the quiet comfort of friends who cared, Luna felt a sense of peace returning. The chaos inside seemed far away, and for a moment, she could breathe again, knowing she wasn’t alone.

Moment 4

Marcel's Loft - Early Evening

The vibrant city of New Orleans was alive with music and laughter outside, but within the walls of Marcel's loft, a storm was brewing. Luna and Marcel stood facing each other, their voices raised in frustration. They were six months into their relationship, and this was their first significant argument.

"Luna, you can't keep putting yourself in danger like this!" Marcel's voice was filled with concern and anger. "You’re important to me, to everyone."

"I’m just trying to help," Luna retorted, her voice trembling with a mix of frustration and exhaustion.

"By risking your life? That's not help, that’s reckless!" Marcel shouted, taking a step closer and raising his hand in exasperation.

Luna flinched instinctively, stepping back as if struck. The room fell into a heavy silence, the air thick with unspoken words. Marcel's eyes widened in realization, and he immediately softened his stance, taking a step back to give her space. He relaxed his body and lowered his hands, glancing toward the door to ensure it was clearly visible and unobstructed, offering her an easy escape if she needed it.

"Luna," Marcel began gently, his voice a soothing balm, "I'm not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you."

Luna chuckled humorlessly, shaking her head. "Of course, you're not going to hurt me."

Marcel took a slow, careful step forward. "No, Luna, I mean it. I'm not going to hurt you. Ever."

Tears welled up in Luna's eyes, and she began to shake, despite her attempts to remain composed. "I know that," she whispered, but the fear in her eyes told a different story.

Marcel's heart ached at the sight of her distress. He reached out tentatively, calling her name softly. "Luna."

She looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and confusion. "Are you okay?" Marcel asked, his voice tender and filled with concern.

Luna shook her head, her voice breaking. "Can you hold me?"

Without hesitation, Marcel closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms around her in a tight, protective embrace. He whispered soothing words into her ear, his voice steady and comforting. "It's okay. You're safe. I’ve got you."

Luna melted into his embrace, allowing herself to cry quietly. The weight of her fears and past traumas felt a little lighter in Marcel’s arms. He held her gently, his hands running up and down her back in a calming rhythm.

After a few minutes, Luna pulled back slightly, looking up at Marcel with tear-streaked cheeks. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice filled with shame. "I hate that I react like this. It makes me feel so weak."

Marcel cupped her face in his hands, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering intensity. "Luna, you're not weak. What you’ve been through… it would break anyone. The fact that you’re still here, still fighting, that makes you one of the strongest people I know."

Luna searched his eyes, seeing only sincerity and love. "But I hate that this still affects me. I hate that I flinch and panic."

Marcel brushed a thumb across her cheek, wiping away a tear. "Healing takes time, and it's okay to not be okay sometimes. What matters is that you’re trying, that you’re here. And I’m here with you, every step of the way."

Luna nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. "Thank you, Marcel."

He smiled softly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Always. You're never alone in this."

They stood there for a moment longer, wrapped in each other’s arms. The argument was forgotten, replaced by a deeper understanding and a stronger bond. Luna rested her head on Marcel's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. It was a comforting reminder that she was loved and that she was safe.

As the evening light filtered through the windows, casting a warm glow around them, Luna felt a sense of peace wash over her. She wasn't alone, and she wasn't weak. She was a survivor, and with Marcel by her side, she knew she could face whatever came next.

Marcel pulled back slightly to look at her, his expression serious but gentle. "Luna, I really mean it when I say you can’t keep throwing yourself into danger like this. Your life means more than just a sacrifice."

Luna nodded, though her eyes showed the inner turmoil she felt. "I know," she whispered. "I just want to help."

Marcel held her gaze, his eyes full of understanding. "Helping doesn’t mean being reckless with your life. We need you. I need you."

Luna bit her lip, struggling with her emotions. "But I feel like... if I don’t do something, then I’m useless."

Marcel shook his head slowly, pulling her closer. "You’re far from useless, Luna. We will figure it out, and while we’re at it, I will teach you to value your life. Because it means the world to me."

Luna let out a shaky breath, leaning into his embrace. "Thank you," she murmured, feeling the warmth of his love and support enveloping her.

Marcel kissed the top of her head, his arms tightening around her. "Always," he whispered.

They stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, knowing that while the journey ahead might be challenging, they would face it together.

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The Turning Point

Summary: Luna finds out about Todorokis past, realising that there is something there between them.

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC)

Author note: I love that this is a slow burn and "Epic Encounters" was not, currently writting them finally confessing.

Warning: mention of abuse

Word count: 1725

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The Turning Point

The sun had set, and the U.A. campus was cloaked in twilight. Luna and Todoroki found themselves alone in the quiet of the training grounds after an intense session. The air was cool and crisp, the kind that invited introspection. They had just finished a particularly grueling set of exercises, and Todoroki was sitting on a bench, catching his breath.

Luna leaned against a nearby wall, her thoughts clearly preoccupied. She had heard bits and pieces about Todoroki's family, but the truth of what he and his brother had endured was far more unsettling than she’d imagined. During their conversation, Todoroki had revealed the extent of Endeavor’s abuse—how it had affected not just him but his older brother, Touya Todoroki, whose tragic fate haunted Todoroki’s every step.

Luna’s eyes were fierce with concern and anger as she processed the information. “I can’t believe what he did to you and your brother,” she said, her voice tight with emotion. “Don’t you want him to pay for what he’s done? Doesn’t he need to face justice?”

Todoroki’s expression remained calm, though there was a flicker of pain in his eyes. He took a deep breath before responding. “Yes, he should face consequences for his actions. But as things stand, Japan needs its Number 1 hero. The world needs stability, and sometimes that means accepting certain realities, no matter how unfair they may be.”

Luna’s brows furrowed, frustration evident on her face. “I get that the world needs heroes, but that doesn’t mean he should escape the consequences of his actions. He deserves to be held accountable.”

Todoroki looked at her, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “It’s true. He should be humbled and maybe even humiliated a bit. It wouldn’t hurt for him to learn some humility, even if he doesn’t face official consequences.”

Luna’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “So, you’re saying he could use a bit of a reality check?”

Todoroki chuckled softly. “Exactly. Just because he’s the Number 1 hero doesn’t mean he should be exempt from being a decent human being.”

As Todoroki laughed, the tension between them seemed to dissolve. The joke, though lightly veiled, was a rare glimpse into Todoroki’s ability to find humor even in the midst of his struggles. Luna watched him with a mix of admiration and affection, her heart warming at the sight of his smile.

Luna took a moment to appreciate the layers of Todoroki’s character she had come to understand. His quiet strength, his ability to maintain his composure despite the pain he carried, and his rare moments of vulnerability made her see him in a new light. His calm acceptance of the harsh realities, coupled with his subtle humor, endeared him to her even more.

As Todoroki looked away, his gaze fixed on the distant horizon, Luna couldn’t help but feel a surge of affection for him. His ability to cope with his father’s legacy while still holding onto his own sense of justice was something she deeply admired.

“You know,” Luna began, her voice softer, “I’ve always admired your strength. But now, I see there’s so much more to you than I realized.”

Todoroki turned to her, his eyes meeting hers with a warmth that spoke of his own hidden depths. “Thank you, Luna. It means a lot to hear that.”

Luna’s gaze lingered on him, a feeling of deep respect and something more growing within her. She didn’t need to articulate her feelings; the way she looked at him, the admiration in her eyes, and the unspoken bond between them said it all.

As they continued their conversation, the stars began to appear in the night sky. The shared laughter and the quiet moments of understanding brought them closer, solidifying a bond that was both profound and unspoken. For Luna, the feelings she had for Todoroki were clear now, even if they remained unsaid. Their connection was rooted in mutual respect, shared experiences, and a deep-seated admiration that went beyond words.

In that tranquil moment, as they stood together under the vast expanse of the night sky, Luna knew that her feelings for Todoroki had evolved into something significant. It was a bond forged through understanding and respect, with the promise of something more profound quietly blossoming between them.

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Dance of Shadows

Summary: The Strix has arrived, and Marcel and Luna face them together.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC)

Author note: Dont you just love when a couple kicks ass together?

Warning: mention of violence,

Word count: 1176

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Dance of Shadows

The night unfolded over New Orleans with an air of secrecy and allure, the moon casting its silvery glow over the city. In Marcel’s loft, Luna Salvatore stood by Marcel’s side as they prepared for the Strix’s masquerade ball. The atmosphere was tinged with anticipation and a hint of danger, the very essence of New Orleans' supernatural underbelly pulsing around them.

Marcel stood in front of a mirror, adjusting his tuxedo. Luna, in an elegant dress that shimmered like moonlight, watched him from the doorway, a soft smile playing on her lips.

"Ready for the masquerade ball?" Luna asked, stepping into the room.

Marcel sighed, his frustration evident. "After everything with Aya, I'm not sure what to expect. She practically wiped the floor with me, and now I have to face the entire Strix. And on top of that, Elijah treated me like a child, throwing me out and acting like I can't handle things on my own."

Luna walked over and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. "We'll face them together. Remember, you're not alone in this."

Marcel adjusted his suit jacket with a slight frown, his expression betraying his unease. Luna placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “We’ve faced worse than the Strix,” she reminded him softly, her eyes reflecting unwavering confidence.

He glanced at her, his gaze softening at her calming presence. “I know,” he murmured, his voice carrying a mixture of determination and gratitude. Marcel looked into her eyes, finding solace in her unwavering support. He nodded, his tension easing slightly. "With you by my side, we can handle anything."

The invitation from the Strix had been unexpected, a veiled challenge laced with intrigue. Luna had insisted on accompanying Marcel, knowing the dangers but also sensing an opportunity to stand by his side in this pivotal moment.

As they arrived at the grand hall where the masquerade was held, the air buzzed with whispered conversations and the rustle of elaborate costumes. The grand ballroom was filled with elegantly dressed vampires, all masked and moving with a predatory grace. Marcel and Luna entered, drawing the attention of many.

Aya greeted them, a sly smile on her face. "Welcome to the Strix, Marcel. And who is this lovely companion?"

"This is Luna," Marcel introduced, keeping his tone neutral.

“Aya,” Luna greeted with a smirk.

Luna met Aya’s gaze with a calm demeanor, her own mask of composure matching Marcel's. She acknowledged her evenly, her look carrying a hint of challenge.

Aya’s smirk widened, her interest piqued. “You seem confident,” she observed, her tone laced with amusement.

“We have reason to be,” Marcel interjected firmly, his stance unwavering.

“Distinguished friends, welcome,” Tristan appeared at the front of the room. “It’s so rare that we’re able to come together like this to revel for one night in the company of true equals. Now I’d like to take a moment to welcome a very special guest, Marcel Gerard.”

“Thank you. I’m honored, thank you,” Marcel stepped forward, Luna by his side, with a smile.

“Of course, before we tell Marcel all our secrets, there’s one small piece of business to which we must first attend. We must determine his worth,” Tristan began.

“That’s funny…we seem to recall you being the one knocking on our door,” Marcel reminded.

“You’ll notice, Mr. Gerard, that over the course of the evening, someone has managed to take something quite dear to you...your daylight ring,” Tristan pointed out.

Marcel and Luna glanced at each other, Luna already starting to analyze everyone and everything they've done, from the moment they stepped in to this very moment.

“The test is quite simple. First, you need to deduce the identity of the thief. Then, you simply take back what is yours…although, I doubt the prize will be easily relinquished. After all, despite our refinement, we’re still a rather violent bunch,” Tristan explained.

“In victory, you become one of us. In failure, you meet your death. You have a few hours until dawn. I wish you the best of luck.”

“That asshole!” Luna said angrily, Marcel by her side. They found a hallway empty of others and started brainstorming. Marcel stood by the wall while Luna paced back and forth.

“I bet it was Aya that stole your daylight ring,” Luna stated.

“Then let’s grab it from her. You know I trust you and your judgment.” Marcel stood up straight and moved to act but Luna grabbed him, stopping him. She put her hands on his chest calmly as Marcel placed his hand over hers.

“Not so fast. It can’t be that easy.”

Marcel looked at her, admiring her thoughtful look. He loved seeing her like this, strategizing and analyzing everything. It was her best look. She looked at the crowd of people and studied it. Suddenly she saw something. Marcel, who had not looked away from her, saw a change.

“What are you seeing?” he asked her softly. Her only response was shifting her gaze to him and Marcel knew she had it figured out.

They returned to the ballroom, ready for the challenge. As they moved through the crowd, Luna whispered her observations to Marcel, guiding him with precise directions. Marcel’s confidence grew, bolstered by Luna’s insights and their combined resolve.

Finally, they confronted Mohinder, the vampire who had taken Marcel’s ring. The fight was intense, Marcel’s cunning and strength put to the test. Luna watched with bated breath, her heart pounding in sync with every blow Marcel landed. When Mohinder attempted to feed on Marcel, he was met with a deadly surprise—Marcel’s blood, tainted with Hayley's venom.

Mohinder staggered, poisoned, and Marcel seized the moment to reclaim his ring. Triumph surged through them as the room acknowledged Marcel's victory.

Tristan, observing from a distance, nodded with a grudging respect. “You have proven yourselves worthy adversaries,” he conceded, his tone holding a grudging respect. “Perhaps there is more to your alliance than meets the eye.”

Luna and Marcel exchanged a knowing glance, a silent affirmation of their bond and shared triumph. They had faced the Strix’s challenge head-on, emerging stronger and more united than ever.

As they left the masquerade ball, their steps lightened by the weight of their victory, Luna leaned into Marcel’s side. “We make a good team,” she remarked with a gentle smile, handing him a vial of blood—Klaus’s blood. Being on good terms with the original hybrid paid off. Luna had sneakily, while Klaus and Lucien distracted the crowd, taken a little blood from Klaus with a small invisibility spell and telepathically told Klaus what the plan was.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, the vial empty, pulling her closer. “That we do,” he agreed, his voice tinged with pride and affection.

In the heart of New Orleans, amidst the shadows and secrets, Luna Salvatore and Marcel Gerard stood as a testament to the enduring power of love and loyalty. Together, they faced the challenges of their world with courage and resilience, their hearts entwined in a bond that transcended time and adversity.

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Justice Society info:

About Justice Society

A team of pro-heroes students on the international scene

Founded by Luna Aizawa and Monoma Mamoru.

The team was formed after the loss of Kamado Tanjiro. Luna gained enormous respect from her classmates, who decided to back up Luna's dream of changing the global hero society.

Members:

Aizawa Luna -

The Quirkless hero -UltraRed - Leader of the group

Quirk: Has no quirk

Monoma Mamoru  - First name meaning defend / /

The shield hero - Ultrablue - Righthand man

Quirk: Shield -Blue shild and barier 

(ignore the kid on his shoulder, I gave up on the AI generater)

Funai Akasuki - First name meaning bright helper /

the tech hero - Techna

Quirk: Techno - Control over everything technology or electronic 

Takamoto Haruki - First name meaning shining brightly /

The Light Hero - Lumos

Quirk: Light - can create a light ball in his hand to light up darkness and fight with

Mase Tatsuo - First name meaning masculine dragon /

The dragon hero - Drogon

Quirk: Dragon - Transforms to a huge dragon - In human form had enchanted strength, smell and hearing. 

Kon Kohei - First name meaning navigator /

The Navigator Hero - Geo

Quirk: Geografic Navigation - See the world as a map and can navigate specific people/object 

Saiki Chiharu - First name meaning a thousend springs /

The Flower Hero - Fairy Blossom

Quirk: Botanis - Control over plants - give her immunity against toxic botanic 

Ishii Hayato - First name meaning fast /

The Speed Hero - Speedy

Quirk: Speed - Can run in the speed of light

Author note: Pictures are made with an AI generator, I´m not a good drawer.

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A trip to France

Summary: A trip to Paris with the troublesome trio, leaders to, you guessed it, trouble.

Pairing: Marcel Gerard x Luna Salvatore (OFC), Stiles Stilinski x Luna (platonic), Isaac Lahey x Luna (platonic)

Author note: This is one of the longest fics I have ever written, but here it is.

Warning: mention of violence, mention of mental manipulation (magic)

Word count: 3168

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A trip to France

Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves in Paris, a city bustling with life and history, a stark contrast to the eerie quiet of Beacon Hills they had left behind. The trip was a much-needed escape after the harrowing events involving the nogitsune. For Luna especially, it was a chance to breathe freely, away from the shadows that had haunted her.

Securing permission to travel without adult supervision had been a challenge of epic proportions. Stiles, always the persuasive talker, had to debate with his skeptical dad, Noah, while Luna and Isaac pleaded their case to Stefan and Damon Salvatore. Arguments about safety, responsibility, and the necessity of this trip echoed through the Salvatore mansion until finally, with solemn promises to stay together and watch over each other, the adults relented. They hoped that a change of scenery might offer healing and respite for the young trio.

The first few days in Paris were nothing short of magical. Luna, with her keen eye for fashion, was mesmerized by the elegant Parisian style. She spent hours sketching designs in her notebook, inspired by the haute couture she glimpsed in boutique windows along the Champs-Élysées. Stiles, the eternal history enthusiast, soaked in every detail about the city’s past as they explored museums and iconic landmarks like the Louvre and Notre-Dame. Isaac, quieter than usual but visibly trying to move forward from Allison’s tragic death, found solace in the beauty of the Seine River and the stunning architecture that seemed to whisper tales of centuries gone by.

One sunny afternoon, they found themselves sitting at a charming café near the Eiffel Tower. The aroma of freshly baked croissants and strong coffee wafted through the air as Luna flipped through a magazine, her fingers tracing over the latest trends in Parisian fashion.

"This city is incredible," Luna sighed contentedly, glancing up at the wrought-iron tables scattered under colorful umbrellas. "I feel like I could spend a lifetime just exploring the fashion here."

Stiles, sipping his café au lait, nodded enthusiastically. "And the history! Did you know the Eiffel Tower was originally intended to be a temporary structure? It was built for the 1889 World's Fair."

Isaac, stirring his espresso thoughtfully, looked up with a faint smile. "It's hard to believe so much has happened in this city. It's like every corner holds a different story."

Their conversation drifted lazily as they savored the peaceful moment, the weight of recent events momentarily lifted. Paris seemed to weave its spell around them, offering a fleeting sense of normalcy and joy amid their shared sorrow.

As dusk settled over the city, casting a golden glow over the cobbled streets, they made their way back to the hotel, their hearts lighter than they had been in weeks. Little did they know, their Parisian adventure was about to take an unexpected turn that would test their bonds of friendship and resilience like never before.

One evening in Paris, Luna, Stiles, and Isaac found themselves lured by the city's vibrant nightlife to a trendy club nestled in the heart of Montmartre. The air buzzed with pulsating beats and swirling lights, a stark contrast to the tranquility of their daytime explorations. Luna, caught up in the music and the electric atmosphere, moved with a grace that drew admiring glances from the crowd.

Amidst the sea of dancers and the rhythmic thump of bass, Luna felt a pair of eyes fixed on her. She turned subtly, her curiosity piqued, to find a tall, enigmatic figure observing her from across the room. His gaze was intense, unnerving even from a distance, sending a shiver down her spine.

As the night progressed, Luna found herself on the crowded dance floor, losing herself in the music's hypnotic rhythm. Yet, the spell was abruptly shattered when she was rudely bumped into by a group of locals, their laughter tinged with alcohol-fueled arrogance. One of them, emboldened by liquid courage, sneered at Luna, his words dripping with disdain.

"Look at this girl, pretending to be something she's not," the man jeered, his voice loud enough to attract unwanted attention. "Probably some poor Moroccan trying to play dress-up."

Luna's jaw clenched, her eyes narrowing with restrained fury. Years of composure and resilience were tested in that moment. She could feel the heat rising, the urge to retaliate clawing at her throat. But she knew better than to dignify ignorance with a response.

Stiles, ever observant of his friend's moods, noticed the tension in Luna's stance. He exchanged a quick glance with Isaac, who had been keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings. Sensing trouble brewing, Stiles moved to Luna's side, his voice low but urgent.

"Luna, let's get out of here," Stiles suggested, concern etched on his face. "It's not worth it."

Isaac, his expression tight with restrained anger, nodded in agreement. "They're not worth your time, Luna. Let's go."

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Luna nodded reluctantly. She turned to leave the dance floor, her steps deliberate yet tinged with a simmering frustration. But before she could make her way through the crowd, chaos erupted in the club.

Shouts and crashing sounds echoed through the room as a scuffle broke out nearby. Luna instinctively glanced over, her heart sinking at the sight of fists flying and glasses shattering. The situation escalated quickly, drawing the attention of security guards who rushed to intervene.

Amidst the commotion, Luna caught sight of the mysterious man from earlier. He moved with an effortless grace through the chaos, his presence commanding attention. In moments, he deftly subdued the instigators, his movements swift and precise. The club fell into an uneasy quiet as the troublemakers were escorted out.

Feeling a mixture of relief and unease, Luna retreated to a quieter corner of the club, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Her encounter with the rude locals had left a bitter taste, overshadowing what had started as a carefree evening.

Later that night, back at their hotel, Luna sat cross-legged on her bed, her laptop open before her. With a deep breath, she initiated a video call with Marcel, the charismatic vampire from New Orleans she had befriended during a previous encounter.

The screen flickered to life, and Marcel's familiar face appeared, a warm smile spreading across his features. "Luna! How's Paris treating you?" he greeted warmly, his voice tinged with genuine interest.

Luna couldn't help but smile at Marcel's infectious enthusiasm. "Hey Marcel," she replied, her voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "You won't believe what happened to me tonight."

As Luna recounted the evening's events, Marcel's expression shifted from curiosity to concern. He listened intently as she described the altercation and the mysterious man who had intervened.

"Luna, be careful," Marcel cautioned, his brow furrowing slightly. "Paris can be unpredictable, especially at night. If you encounter trouble, don't hesitate to call me."

Luna nodded appreciatively, touched by Marcel's concern. "Thanks, Marcel. I'll keep that in mind," she assured him, her mind already racing with thoughts of how to navigate the complexities of their unexpected encounter.

With a final wave, Marcel bid her goodnight, and Luna closed her laptop, her thoughts swirling with questions and uncertainties. Beside her, Stiles and Isaac sat on the edge of their own beds, their expressions mirroring her mix of curiosity and apprehension.

Isaac and Luna exchanged uncertain glances, silently weighing their options. Before they could decide, Luna's phone buzzed with a message notification. Her heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the screen, seeing Marcel's name.

With that silent agreement, the trio huddled together in the dimly lit hotel room, their minds racing with questions and uncertainties about the mysterious man who had intervened in Luna's night. Little did they know, their encounter with the enigmatic figure was just the beginning of an unexpected adventure in the city of lights.

The day after the chaotic night at the club, Luna sat alone at a cozy Parisian café, nursing a cappuccino as she tried to process the surreal events of the previous evening. The news on her phone flashed with shocking headlines—two men found dead after a nightclub altercation. Luna's heart raced as she recognized their faces from the altercation. The reality of witnessing death up close unsettled her deeply.

Lost in her thoughts, Luna was startled when a familiar figure slid into the seat opposite her. Lucien Castle, the enigmatic man from the club, smirked as he leaned back, exuding an air of casual confidence that set her on edge. His presence was both unsettling and magnetic.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle," Lucien greeted with a voice as smooth as silk, his accent dripping with charm. "Quite a night we had, wouldn't you say?"

Luna's eyes narrowed slightly, her guard instinctively rising in the face of his unapologetic arrogance. "Quite," she replied coolly, though her voice betrayed a hint of unease.

Lucien chuckled softly, a glint of amusement dancing in his eyes as he leaned closer, his gaze locking onto hers. "You never told me your name," he remarked casually, his tone suggestive.

Luna hesitated, her mind racing with caution and uncertainty. "Luna," she finally offered, her voice steady despite the tumultuous emotions swirling within her.

"A beautiful name for a beautiful woman," Lucien complimented smoothly, his charm oozing effortlessly. "Tell me, Luna, what brings you to Paris?"

Luna sighed inwardly, steeling herself against his charm offensive. "Just a getaway with friends," she replied vaguely, keeping her responses guarded.

Lucien's smile widened, his interest clearly piqued. "Ah, friends," he mused, his gaze flickering momentarily with curiosity. "And what about romance? Surely a woman as captivating as you must have a special someone."

Luna's pulse quickened as she sensed his approach, her composure faltering for a brief moment. "I do," she confessed quietly, her eyes meeting his with unwavering honesty. "I'm in a happy and committed relationship."

Lucien's demeanor shifted imperceptibly, a fleeting shadow crossing his features before he masked it with practiced ease. "Yet, here we are," he remarked lightly, his tone teasing yet probing. "You can't deny the attraction between us, Luna."

Frustrated by his persistence and still reeling from the horrors of the previous night, Luna felt a surge of defiance rising within her. "Except for the fact that I just mentioned being in a happy, healthy relationship," she retorted, her voice tinged with unexpected boldness, "you're in love with another girl and you use other girls to try to forget about her."

The words hung in the air, creating a tense silence that seemed to echo in the bustling café. Luna realized the weight of what she had just revealed. Her powers, heightened by recent events, had inadvertently allowed her to sense Lucien's thoughts and emotions. The revelation struck a nerve, unsettling both Lucien and herself.

Lucien's expression darkened momentarily, a flicker of something dangerous glinting in his eyes before he swiftly regained his composure. "You're quite perceptive," he replied smoothly, though his tone carried an edge of caution.

Before Lucien could say more, Luna rose gracefully from her seat, her gaze meeting his with a mix of resolve and uncertainty. "Good day," she said firmly, her tone indicating the conversation was over.

With that, Luna turned and briskly walked away from the table, leaving Lucien to ponder her words. She could feel his eyes on her back as she navigated through the café patrons and out into the bustling streets of Paris. The encounter had left her with a whirlwind of conflicting emotions and questions, but for now, she needed to retreat and collect her thoughts.

Back at the hotel room she shared with Stiles and Isaac, Luna recounted the unsettling encounter with Lucien. "He´s here!," she began, her voice betraying a mixture of frustration and apprehension. She proceeded to recount the eerie exchange with Lucien Castle, unsure of what implications it might have for their time in Paris.

"We need a plan," Stiles declared, breaking the tense silence that had settled over the room.

Isaac nodded in agreement, his voice firm. "We can't ignore what happened tonight. That guy, whoever he is, seemed... different."

Luna, her thoughts still reeling, rubbed her temples wearily. "I know. But what can we do? We can't just avoid him forever."

Stiles glanced between his friends, his mind racing with possibilities. "Maybe we should reach out to someone who knows more about these... supernatural things," he suggested tentatively, eyes settling on Luna.

Luna hesitated, considering their options carefully. "We could... but who?" she mused aloud, her gaze flickering to the laptop where Marcel's face had just vanished from the screen.

Isaac leaned forward, a determined gleam in his eyes. "What about Damon and Stefan? They've dealt with vampires before. They might have some insight."

Luna shook her head adamantly, a hint of worry creasing her brow. "No, we can't involve them. They'll never let us travel alone again if they find out."

Stiles sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Then who? Bonnie, maybe? She could help.”

Luna just shakes her head, “She will tell Damon”

Stiles looks confused and Isaac explains, “Theyre a thing…kind of”

Isaac suggested Klaus, given Klaus's reputation and experience as an Original vampire.

"Klaus?" Luna hesitated, her mind racing through the potential consequences of involving someone so powerful and unpredictable. "Are you sure about this, Isaac? Klaus is... well, he's Klaus."

Isaac nodded. "We don't have a lot of options, Luna. If anyone can help us, it's him."

Taking a deep breath, Luna eventually dialed Klaus's number. The phone rang a few times, each ring amplifying her anxiety, before the familiar, smooth yet dangerous voice answered.

"Luna Salvatore," Klaus drawled, curiosity evident in his tone. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Luna cleared her throat, trying to keep her voice steady. "Klaus, I need your help. It's about Lucien."

There was a brief pause before Klaus responded, his interest clearly piqued. "Lucien Castle? My first sire? What kind of trouble have you gotten yourself into, Luna?"

"It's a long story," Luna said quickly. "But I need to erase his memory of me. It's urgent."

Klaus chuckled softly. "Erasing memories, is it? That's quite the task. Hold on, I have just the person who might be able to assist you."

There was a rustling sound on the other end of the line before a new voice came on—Kol Mikaelson, Klaus's brother, known for his expertise in magic.

"Luna," Kol greeted, his tone light and teasing. "What kind of mischief have you been up to?"

Luna sighed in relief. "Kol, I need to erase Lucien's memory of me. Can you help?"

Kol's tone turned serious. "Erasing memories is a tricky business, Luna. You can do it, but it requires utmost precision. One wrong detail, one slip, and the consequences could be dire. You might fail entirely, or worse, cause irreversible damage."

Luna swallowed hard, the weight of Kol's warning sinking in. "I understand. But I don't have a choice. I need to do this."

"Very well," Kol replied. "Just remember, be precise. Leave nothing to chance."

"I will. Thank you, Kol," Luna said, determination replacing her anxiety. She ended the call, her mind racing with the instructions and warnings.

Isaac and Stiles watched her expectantly. "Well?" Stiles asked.

Luna took a deep breath. "Kol said I can do it, but it has to be precise. One mistake and it could all go wrong."

"Then let's make sure you don't make any mistakes," Isaac said firmly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "We'll get through this together."

Armed with a plan, they tracked down Lucien at another club the following night. The club pulsed with music and energy, a stark contrast to Luna’s racing thoughts. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves, and made her way towards Lucien. Stiles and Isaac positioned themselves strategically within the crowd, their eyes never leaving Luna.

Lucien noticed her approach, his interest piqued. "Back for more, Luna?" he asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

Luna forced a smile, hiding her anxiety. "I just couldn't resist the allure of this place. Mind if I join you?"

Lucien gestured to the seat beside him, his eyes glittering with curiosity. "By all means. Tell me, what brings you back to my company?"

Following Kol's instructions, Luna began to weave her tale. "I was just thinking about our last conversation," she said carefully. "It's funny, I feel like we've known each other for ages. Sometimes I forget the details of how we met."

Lucien leaned in, intrigued. "Oh? And how did we meet, exactly?"

Luna’s heart pounded, but she kept her voice steady. "It was at that little café, remember? You were sitting alone, looking out of place, and I thought I'd keep you company."

Lucien’s brow furrowed slightly. "Was it? I seem to recall it differently."

Luna laughed lightly, subtly guiding the conversation. "You know how memories can be. They get jumbled. But what's important is the present, right?"

As she spoke, she channeled the magic Kol had taught her, carefully weaving her words to alter Lucien’s memories. Each sentence was deliberate, designed to erase her presence from his mind without raising his suspicions.

The minutes dragged on, feeling like hours. Luna’s pulse raced with each calculated word, her concentration unwavering. She saw Lucien’s expression shift imperceptibly, the sharp focus in his eyes dulling as the magic took hold.

Lucien blinked, a moment of confusion passing over his features. "Strange, I could’ve sworn we met under different circumstances," he muttered.

Luna forced another smile, sensing success. "Memories are funny like that," she said softly. "Well, I should get going. It was nice chatting with you."

Lucien nodded absently, his mind already elsewhere. "Until next time, then."

Luna turned and walked away, her legs feeling like jelly. She quickly found Stiles and Isaac, who had been watching anxiously.

"Did it work?" Isaac asked, his voice low and tense.

"I think so," Luna replied, her relief palpable. "He didn’t seem to remember anything."

They left the club cautiously optimistic, though the weight of uncertainty still lingered. The bustling streets of Paris felt more chaotic than ever, the night air thick with the promise of both danger and adventure.

As they walked back to their hotel, Luna couldn’t shake the feeling that their summer in Paris was about to get a lot more complicated. The city’s lights sparkled around them, but beneath the surface, shadows loomed.

"Here's to hoping for a quieter day tomorrow," Stiles quipped, trying to lighten the mood.

Isaac chuckled. "Yeah, because that ever happens with us."

Luna smiled, though her mind was already racing with thoughts of what might come next. "Let’s just get some rest. We’ll deal with whatever happens when it happens."

Back in their hotel room, they collapsed onto their beds, the events of the night swirling in their minds. They knew their troubles with Lucien Castle might not be over, but for now, they celebrated a small victory in the heart of Paris.

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The Birth of a Hero

Summary: Luna´s backstory and how her journey as a hero started

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC), Bakugo Katsuki x Luna Aizawa (Platonic), Midoriya Izuku x Luna Aizawa (Platonic)

Author note: I BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE, TURN IT UP

Warning: mention of bullying

Word count: 1725

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Luna’s Path to UA: The Birth of a Hero

The small clinic was cold, its sterile smell filling the air as Luna sat on the examination table, swinging her legs nervously. Her mother sat beside her, holding her tiny hand in hers, offering comfort with a gentle squeeze. The doctor, a middle-aged man with kind eyes, finished his examination and turned to Luna’s mother, his expression serious.

Mrs. Aizawa braced herself, already sensing the weight of the words that were about to be spoken. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Aizawa,” the doctor said softly, his voice tinged with regret. “But after all the tests, it’s clear that Luna is quirkless.”

The words hung in the air like a dark cloud. Luna’s small hand tightened around her mother’s, confusion and fear flickering in her wide eyes. She knew what quirks were—everyone did. They were special powers, abilities that made people extraordinary. But what did it mean to be quirkless? Did it mean she was… nothing?

Luna looked up at her mother, searching her face for answers. Mrs. Aizawa forced a smile, though her heart ached for her daughter. “It’s going to be okay, Luna,” she said gently, brushing a strand of hair behind Luna’s ear. “You’re still our special girl, no matter what.”

But the words did little to soothe the turmoil in Luna’s heart. She pulled her hand away, sliding off the examination table with a determined look in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and walked out of the doctor’s office, her small feet pattering against the linoleum floor as she made her way outside.

Mrs. Aizawa watched her daughter go, worry creasing her brow. She quickly thanked the doctor and followed after Luna, finding her already outside, staring up at the sky with a look of fierce determination.

“Luna, honey, where are you going?” her mother called out, catching up to her.

“I need to see Kacchan,” Luna replied, her voice steady despite the tears she refused to shed. She turned and kept walking, her mother watching her go, knowing that this was a journey Luna had to take on her own.

When Luna finally returned home later that afternoon, the weight of the day’s revelation was evident in the slump of her shoulders and the downcast look in her eyes. The once-vibrant energy that always surrounded her seemed to have dimmed, and as she stepped inside the house, she avoided her mother’s concerned gaze, heading straight for her room.

As she passed through the living room, her older brother, Aizawa Shota, who was lounging on the couch with a book, immediately noticed the change in her demeanor. He glanced up, his usually sharp eyes softening with concern as he watched his little sister trudge past him.

“Luna,” Aizawa called out, his voice gentle but probing.

Luna paused in the doorway, her small form silhouetted against the hallway light. She didn’t turn around, didn’t speak—just stood there for a moment before continuing on to her room, the door closing softly behind her.

Aizawa frowned, closing his book as his mother entered the room, her expression mirroring his own concern. She met his eyes, her face lined with worry, and slowly shook her head, the simple gesture conveying everything.

Aizawa’s heart sank as realization dawned on him. Luna had found out she was quirkless. He could only imagine how devastated she must feel, how lost she must be. But as much as it pained him to see her like this, he knew Luna. She was strong, stronger than most. She would find her way through this, and when she did, he would be there to support her.

His mother placed a hand on his shoulder, her silent support giving him strength. Aizawa nodded, his resolve hardening. He would keep an eye on Luna, be there when she was ready to talk, but for now, he would give her the space she needed.

The next day, Luna woke up with a fire in her heart, the sadness from the day before pushed aside by a fierce determination. She couldn’t let this define her—couldn’t let being quirkless be the end of her dreams. If she didn’t have a quirk, she would find another way to become a hero.

After breakfast, Luna grabbed her shoes and headed to the park, her mind set on one thing. She needed to find Kacchan. She knew he would be there, showing off his quirk to the other kids, reveling in their admiration. And she was right.

As she arrived at the park, she saw Bakugo standing in the middle of a group of kids, his hands crackling with small explosions as he demonstrated his power. The other children watched in awe, cheering and clapping as Bakugo smirked, soaking in the attention.

Luna walked straight up to him, her small frame radiating with purpose. “Kacchan,” she called out, her voice cutting through the noise of the park.

Bakugo turned, his smirk widening when he saw her. “Luna! What’s up?”

“I need you to train me,” Luna said, her voice unwavering.

Bakugo blinked, his grin faltering slightly. “Train you? What for?”

“I’m going to be a hero,” Luna declared, meeting his eyes with a steely gaze. “Even though I’m quirkless.”

The laughter that erupted from Bakugo was sharp, almost cruel, as he folded his arms across his chest. “You? A hero? Don’t make me laugh, Luna. You’re quirkless. You’re weak. You’ll never make it.”

But Luna didn’t flinch. Instead, she took a step closer, her fists clenched at her sides. “I’m not weak. And I’m going to prove it to you.”

Before Bakugo could react, Luna charged at him, her small fists swinging with all the strength she could muster. The other kids gasped and backed away, not sure what to make of the sudden confrontation.

At first, Bakugo just stood there, shocked by her audacity. She was quirkless, and yet here she was, challenging him—someone with a powerful quirk. But as Luna’s fists connected with his chest, weak though they were, something inside him snapped.

With a growl, Bakugo shoved her back, hard enough to send her sprawling to the ground. Luna hit the dirt with a thud, her palms scraping against the rough surface, her body aching from the impact.

Bakugo towered over her, his expression a mix of anger and confusion. “I told you, you’re weak. You’ll never be a hero.”

For a moment, the park was silent, the other kids holding their breath as they watched. But then, to everyone’s surprise, Luna began to stir. Slowly, she pushed herself up, her small body trembling with the effort. Her palms were bleeding, her knees scraped, but she didn’t care. She wouldn’t stay down.

With a determined grunt, Luna got back on her feet, her fists rising in front of her once more. Her eyes locked onto Bakugo’s, blazing with a fiery resolve. “I’m not weak,” she repeated, her voice steady despite the pain. “And I’m not giving up.”

Bakugo stared at her, the smirk long gone from his face. In that moment, he saw something in Luna that he hadn’t seen in anyone else—something even he could respect. She was different from Midoriya, different from all the other kids who worshiped quirks. She was stubborn, fierce, and unyielding. Maybe… maybe she wasn’t so weak after all.

“Fine,” Bakugo said, his tone grudgingly respectful. “I’ll train you. But don’t expect me to go easy on you.”

Luna’s lips curved into a small, triumphant smile despite the pain coursing through her body. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

Later that evening, Luna returned home, her body bruised and battered, but her spirit burning brighter than ever. As she stepped inside, she saw her brother Aizawa sitting on the couch, his eyes narrowing as he noticed her condition.

He stood up, crossing the room to her with a frown. “Luna, what happened? Who did this to you?”

Luna looked up at him, her face a mix of exhaustion and fierce determination. “I asked Kacchan to train me,” she said simply, as if that explained everything. “I’m going to be a pro hero, Sho-nii. Even though I’m quirkless.”

Aizawa stared at her, his expression softening as pride swelled in his chest. He knelt down in front of her, placing a hand on her head, ruffling her hair gently. “If anyone who’s quirkless can do it, it’s you, Luna.”

Luna’s eyes widened in shock, her lips trembling as tears welled up. “You really think so?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Aizawa nodded, his voice firm with conviction. “Without a doubt. You’re going to be the best pro hero in the world.”

That was all it took for the dam to break. Luna threw herself into her brother’s arms, hugging him tightly as sobs wracked her small body. Aizawa held her close, his heart aching with both pride and love for his little sister.

“You’re strong, Luna,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with a rare tenderness. “And no matter what, I’ll always be here to support you.”

Luna clung to him, her tears soaking into his shirt. But even as she cried, her resolve only grew stronger. She would prove to the world that being quirkless didn’t mean being powerless. She would become the hero she knew she could be, with the support of her brother and her friends.

From that day forward, Luna trained relentlessly. Every punch, every kick, every bruise, and every setback only fueled her determination. With Bakugo as her sparring partner, she learned to fight with everything she had. And with Aizawa’s quiet support, she learned that strength wasn’t just about physical power—it was about heart, perseverance, and the will to never give up.

Years later, when Luna applied for the International Hero Program, she knew she was ready. Her path was different from her friends’—it was a path forged through sheer willpower and unyielding resolve. But it was her path, and she would walk it with pride.

As she stood in front of the UA campus, ready to begin her journey, Luna knew one thing for sure: no matter what challenges lay ahead, she would face them head-on. Because that was what it meant to be a hero—quirk or no quirk.

[selmasemlan]

I meant hashtags sorry, I don't have anything against you but looking for fics about a character and finding another from a complete different movie or serie is really really annoying

ooo, okay, the reason it is like that is because my fic is a crossover, so it´s based on both of the shows. So the hashtag I´ve used is relevant to my fic. But hope you´ll find what you´re looking for <3

[selmasemlan]

Could you use tweets related to your actual stories and characters and not about other tv series? thanks.

Hmmmm, interesting. Could you elaborate? And give me an example, please?

[selmasemlan]

Unspoken Truths

Summary: Mamoru has a talk with Luna about Todoroki and her feelings.

Pairing: Todoroki Shoto x Luna Aizawa (OFC), Bakugo Katsuki x Luna Aizawa (Platonic), Midoriya Izuku x Luna Aizawa (Platonic)

Author note: We get more of Mamoru, YEEEEEEY

Warning: nothing

Word count: 854

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Unspoken Truths

The common room of the hero agency was a blend of organized chaos and camaraderie. The team had just returned from a grueling mission, their bodies weary but their spirits lifted by the presence of friends and the comfort of their shared space. Luna, Mamoru, and Todoroki had settled into their usual spots—Luna lounging on the couch, Mamoru sprawled in an armchair, and Todoroki leaning against the wall, seemingly lost in thought.

Mamoru, ever perceptive, had been observing Todoroki’s behavior around Luna. It wasn’t lost on him how Todoroki’s gaze would linger a moment longer than necessary, or how he seemed to magically appear whenever Luna needed help. Today, Mamoru decided it was time to address the elephant in the room.

As Luna chatted animatedly with a few teammates about their recent mission, Mamoru took the opportunity to sidle up next to her. He casually nudged her with his elbow. “You know, Luna, I’ve noticed something interesting lately.”

Luna looked up, her brows knitting in curiosity. “Oh? What’s that?”

Mamoru leaned in, his voice low but full of insight. “It’s Todoroki. He’s been acting a bit different around you.”

Luna blinked, momentarily puzzled. “Different? How so?”

Mamoru glanced over at Todoroki, who was still quietly observing the room, his eyes occasionally darting toward Luna. “He’s not just being a good teammate. The way he looks at you—how he’s always around when you need something—it's not just friendly behavior. It’s more... romantic.”

Luna’s eyes widened slightly, and she laughed, though it was more out of nervousness than amusement. “Romantic? Are you sure you’re not reading too much into it? He’s just being polite.”

Mamoru shook his head, a wry smile on his lips. “Trust me, Luna. I’ve seen the way he reacts when you’re in danger or when you’re just talking to someone else. His focus shifts, his demeanor changes. It’s the kind of stuff you only see when someone has deeper feelings.”

Luna’s heart skipped a beat. She had noticed Todoroki’s attention, but she had brushed it off as mere coincidence or his way of being supportive. Hearing Mamoru’s observations made her start to question her own feelings. Was it possible that Todoroki’s actions were more than just friendship?

Mamoru continued, sensing her growing realization. “I’ve seen how he gets when you’re around. He’s protective, attentive, and—honestly—completely out of character compared to how he interacts with others.”

Luna’s mind raced as she replayed recent moments in her head: Todoroki’s worried eyes when she was injured during a mission, the way he always seemed to know when she needed a pep talk, and the soft, lingering glances he’d give her when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Mamoru’s next words cut through her thoughts. “So, what do you think? Do you have feelings for him, too?”

Luna hesitated, her gaze dropping to the floor. She wasn’t sure how to respond. Her emotions were tangled, and while Mamoru’s words made her realize that Todoroki’s behavior might indeed be romantic, she wasn’t sure of her own feelings. “I... I don’t know. I never really thought about it like that.”

Mamoru placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay to be unsure. Sometimes it takes a bit of time to figure out what you really feel. Just don’t ignore it.”

Luna nodded, taking a deep breath. She glanced back at Todoroki, who was now engaged in a conversation with other heroes but occasionally casting glances her way. The realization that she might have feelings for him, too, was both exciting and confusing.

“Thanks, Mamoru,” Luna said softly. “I’ll think about it.”

Mamoru gave her a supportive smile before turning back to his own spot. “No problem. Just remember, you don’t have to rush into anything. Figure out what you want, and then go from there.”

As Luna sat there, her thoughts were a whirl of emotions. She was slowly coming to terms with the possibility of her own feelings for Todoroki, and the more she thought about it, the more she realized that she didn’t just admire him as a friend. There was something deeper, something she needed to explore.

Meanwhile, Todoroki, who had been watching from a distance, noticed the quiet exchange between Luna and Mamoru. His heart ached with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. He had been waiting for the right moment to express his feelings, but seeing Luna with Mamoru—her best friend and confidant—only reminded him of the delicate nature of their relationship.

The evening wore on, but Luna’s mind was far from the light chatter of her teammates. She knew that whatever feelings she had for Todoroki were real and needed to be addressed. For now, she would take Mamoru’s advice to heart and give herself the time to understand her emotions fully.

And as Todoroki continued to steal glances at her, his resolve only grew stronger. He knew that he had to act soon if he wanted to let her know how he felt. The tension between them was building, and the realization of their mutual feelings seemed just within reach.