Canon daughter of Crystal Amaquelin and Pietro Maximoff
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A LIST OF CASUAL YET INTIMATE INTERACTIONS
sender to receiver:
[ HOOK ] sender hooking a finger beneath receiver's jaw
[ PINCH ] sender holding receiver's chin between their thumb and forefinger
[ LOOK ] sender holding receiver's jaw and turning their head to look at them
[ PICK ] sender telling receiver to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair
[ GRAZE ] sender brushes their fingertip back and forth along receiver's jaw while they listen to receiver talk
[ DIRECT ] sender seeing that receiver is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction
[ BACK ] sender grabs receiver's wrist and tugs them closer when receiver tries to walk away.
[ TOY ] sender fidgets with something receiver is wearing while receiver talks to them
[ STROKE ] sender absentmindedly plays with receiver's hair while they're focused on another task
[ DEPART ] sender is saying goodbye and kisses receiver's forehead
[ DRESS ] sender without prompting helps receiver put on a jacket
[ UNDRESS ] sender helps receiver remove an article of clothing or jewelry
[ REFILL ] sender refills receiver's drink before they can ask or do it themselves
[ FIX ] sender cleans something off of receiver's face
[ RUB ] sender places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear
[ PULL ] sender sits next to receiver and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side
[ BECKON ] sender sees receiver and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them
[ GLIDE ] sender is gently rubbing/scratching receivers back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back
[ CHEER ] seeing that receiver is scowling, sender rubs their thumb over the furrow between receiver's brows
[ TUCK ] sender finds receiver asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them
[ TRACE ] sender brushes their fingers along receiver's forehead, temple and cheekbone
[ BRUSH ] sender brushes their hand up and down receiver's arm as they walk past them
[ KEEP ] sender holds receiver's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention
[ LEAN ] sender looks over receiver's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while receiver shows them something
[ NUDGE ] sender grabs the chair receiver is sitting in and pulls it closer
[ LISTEN ] sender is listening to receiver talk and picks up an object that belongs to receiver to fidget with
[ SEARCH ] sender searches out receiver's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check if they're okay
[ SMOOTH ] sender smooths their thumb over receiver's eyebrow
[ SLIP ] sender places their hand in receiver's back pocket while they walk together
receiver to sender:
[ HOOKING ] receiver hooking a finger beneath sender's jaw
[ PINCHING ] receiver holding sender's chin between their thumb and forefinger
[ LOOKING ] receiver holding sender's jaw and turning their head to look at them
[ PICKING ] receiver telling sender to "hold still" while they remove something from their hair
[ GRAZING ] receiver brushes their fingertip back and forth along sender's jaw while they listen to sender talk
[ DIRECTING ] receiver seeing that sender is going the wrong way, takes hold of their shoulders from behind and turns them the right direction
[ BACKING ] receiver grabs sender's wrist and tugs them closer when sender tries to walk away.
[ TOYING ] receiver fidgets with something sender is wearing while sender talks to them
[ STROKING ] receiver absentmindedly plays with sender's hair while they're focused on another task
[ DEPARTING ] receiver is saying goodbye and kisses sender's forehead
[ DRESSING ] receiver without prompting helps sender put on a jacket
[ UNDRESSING ] receiver helps sender remove an article of clothing or jewelry
[ REFILLING ] receiver refills sender's drink before they can ask or do it themselves
[ FIXING ] receiver cleans something off of senders face
[ RUBBING ] receiver places their hand around the back of receiver's neck, rubbing their thumb just under their ear
[ PULLING ] receiver sits next to sender and places their arm around their shoulders, gently pulling them into their side
[ BECKONING ] receiver sees sender and lifts their arm up so they can come hug/cuddle them
[ GLIDING ] receiver is gently rubbing/scratching sender's back and rubs their knuckle down their spine to the small of their back
[ CHEERING ] seeing that sender is scowling, receiver rubs their thumb over the furrow between sender's brows
[ TUCKING ] receiver finds sender asleep somewhere and puts a blanket or their own coat over them
[ TRACING ] receiver brushes their fingers along sender's forehead, temple and cheekbone
[ BRUSHING ] receiver brushes their hand up and down sender's arm as they walk past them
[ KEEPING ] receiver holds sender's arm just above the elbow while they're talking or to get their attention
[ LEANING ] receiver looks over sender's shoulder who is sitting, placing a hand on their desk while sender shows them something
[ NUDGING ] receiver grabs the chair sender is sitting in and pulls it closer
[ LISTENING ] receiver is listening to sender talk and picks up an object that belongs to sender to fidget with
[ SEARCHING ] receiver seeks out sender's gaze in a crowded room either for approval or to check that they're okay
[ SMOOTHING ] receiver smooths their thumb over sender's eyebrow
[ SLIPPING ] receiver places their hand in sender's back pocket while they're walking
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AFFECTIONATE AND AFFIRMING PROMPTS
❝ i’ll always want to listen to you. ❞
❝ any time spent with you is time i treasure. every second. ❞
❝ my favorite color changes but it’s always the same, whatever color you’re wearing. ❞
❝ whatever matters to you matters to me, you’re important to me. ❞
❝ you’re so strong. and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be. i’m here, if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens. ❞
❝ i’m not staring, i’m admiring. ❞
❝ i’ll always be yours, in one way or another. ❞
❝ you don’t ever have to worry with me. i’m here for good. ❞
❝ you are more beautiful than you know. ❞
❝ you have a beautiful mind and a wonderful soul, don’t ever let anyone make you think differently. ❞
❝ i’m happier when you’re here. ❞
❝ you’ve become my joy. ❞
❝ whatever else happens, if i have you, i’m content. ❞
❝ well, i do feel a little better now that you’re here. ❞
❝ you do make me happy, it’s important you know that. ❞
❝ you will always be my priority. ❞
❝ i love you forever. ❞
❝ you don’t know how glad i am to see you. ❞
❝ you look wonderful. ❞
❝ i want you to feel safe with me. ❞
❝ i’m not letting you go until you say it out loud. you’re beautiful and strong. you deserve to believe it. ❞
❝ sometimes you amaze me—i mean you always do. but you have such intuition and real wisdom about things. i like understanding the way you see the world. ❞
❝ you carry yourself with such grace. ❞
❝ you have a way of lighting up even the darkest moments. ❞
❝ a tender heart is a courageous thing to preserve. don’t ever be ashamed of having one. ❞
❝ being around you makes me a better person. ❞
❝ i hope you know just how full of worth you are. ❞
❝ you always make me see things differently. i appreciate your perspective. ❞
❝ i’m just enjoying you. you look happy today and i like seeing that. ❞
❝ you’re very valuable to me. ❞
❝ you can come to me with anything. anything at all. ❞
❝ there is not a place in the world i would rather be than right here with you. ❞
❝ come here, come sit in my lap and tell me about your day. ❞
❝ come put your head in my lap and tell me something new. ❞
❝ i love it when you smile at me like that. ❞
❝ i don’t think i can share you with anyone today. ❞
❝ i’ll take you anywhere you want. just tell me where. ❞
❝ bored? of you? impossible. ❞
❝ if you like it i’ll get you one. ❞
❝ your happiness matters greatly to me. ❞
❝ you deserve to reach the goals you want in life. you deserve to obtain anything you wish. ❞
❝ you’re doing well. you’re just discouraged and tired. ❞
❝ you need to rest, you don’t have to do it all today. ❞
❝ the way i love you goes beyond description. even those words don’t seem like enough. ❞
❝ you come first. you’re always my first choice. ❞
❝ no, if you’re upset that’s what matters right now. talk to me. ❞
❝ i want to share in your joy. i want to be part of all things that make you happy. ❞
❝ all of my best moments are the ones that have you in them. ❞
❝ i would give you anything you ask of me. ❞
[ COMFORT ] sender discovers receiver brooding and quietly approaches to carefully hug them from behind.
[ SOOTHE ] in the midst of a tense moment, receiver turns away to conceal their emotions but sender wraps their arms around them and holds them from behind.
[ CLOSE ] sender reaches out and pulls receiver into their lap as they’re walking by.
[ STOP ] sender reaches out and takes receiver’s face into their hands, drawing them away from what they’re doing so they can just look at receiver for a moment.
[ GIVE ] sender greets with receiver with a gift.
[ BRING ] sender takes receiver out for the day to pamper them.
[ ATTENTION ] sender peppers a series of caresses over receiver’s face in an attempt to make them laugh or smile.
[ COAX ] sender knows receiver has had a lot on their mind, so they hold them for a while to help them relax and hopefully open up.
[ CARESS ] sender sits by quietly while receiver works, petting their hair and simply providing company.
[ RELAX ] sender gives receiver a massage.
[ LOOK ] for receiver to catch sender gazing adoringly at them.
[ MORNING ] for sender to wake receiver with a kiss.
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Hope Mikaelson in Legacies 4.02 → There’s No I in Team, or Whatever”
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I really did plan to be on here all week. But I’m dealing with a personal family emergency and I’m not in the right headspace to be writing. Sorry guys! Sending you all my love!
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The little girl let out a board yawn from where she was sitting on the couch, watching a disney film for what felt like the 100th time. It was a slow day today and feels incredibly board. Luna reaches for the remote and turns the TV, deciding, she no longer wishes to continue watching the film and wants to go exploring instead.
She climbs off the couch and walks around the facility, looking for someone to play with or least let her help them, so she can cure her current boredom. As Luna continues to look around, she starts to hear what she assumes is classical music. With Curiosity suddenly gets the better of her, the five year old follows the sound of the music, to find out where it is coming from.
Thankfully Luna doesn't have to walk far and quietly opens the door, and cannot believe what she is seeing, her aunt is dancing to the music that is currently playing. Her first instinct was to ask Natasha what music she is dancing to and what style of dancing she is doing. But decides against it, instead Luna shifts quietly so that she is now sitting down just behind the doorway, so Natasha doesn't spot her, in the hopes that she can continue to watch the redhead dance.
The more Luna watches Natasha dance, the more she becomes completely mesmerised with how the woman is dancing. For she has never seen Natasha dance before and has always thought of her to be really talented person and a great fighter from when she has seen on social media. The hybrid can also tell that Natasha is clearly loving and content with how she is dancing. Luna finds herself wanting to be able to dance as beautifully as her aunt is currently dancing one day.
When the music finally stops and Natasha stop to take a small break, does Luna uses this as an opportunity to come out from where she was hiding and runs over to Natasha. "That was amazing!" Luna compliments her, "Can you please, please, please! Teach me to dance as beautifully as you have just done?"
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[ SEVENTEEN ] for sender to carry receiver away after saving them.
ABILITIES & SUPER-POWERED THEMED PROMPTS
The attack had come as a complete surprised, which made Luna curse internally as a result, for being so careless because she had for the first time in a long time she had let her guard down and had paid the price as a result.
Whilst she had successfully managed to not only protect Pepper during the attack, she managed to take several serious blows and with a mixture of overuse of her powers, rendered her fainting from exhaustion. The last thing she had seen was Pepper running towards her, calling her name.
Now she wakes to the sound of machine's peeping and Luna forces her heavy eyelids open, blue eyes scan the room she is in, immediately recognising that she is in a room in the hospital. Luna then spots the familiar redhead, sitting in the chair next to her beside. It doesn't take a genius, to realise that Pepper had clearly taken her away to the safety of the hospital.
"Thank you." She manages to croak out, "For saving me."
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Luna continues to hold a firm grip on the knife, not ready to put it down just yet. For all she knows, she could be imagining this, or someone might be pretending to be her aunt, here to do… who knows what.
As she waits for an answer, Luna begins to scan the woman, reading her body language. She immediately notices the familiar smirk, one she’s seen Natasha wear countless times throughout her life. She can see the woman’s aura is exactly the same as her aunt’s. From that alone, Luna is now almost certain: this really is the Black Widow standing before her.
Finally, Natasha answers her question, using a nickname only the real Natasha could possibly know. But it's not just the name that convinces her. It’s the voice. That voice she remembers so well the one that sang her lullabies, soothed her when she was scared, and corrected her when she did something wrong.
Luna carefully places the knife on the bench and practically runs into Natasha’s arms, wrapping herself around her tightly, afraid to let go. As she clings to her aunt, the emotions she’s been suppressing for so long finally break free. “I missed you so much,” the hybrid sobs into Natasha’s shoulder. Right now, she doesn’t care how her aunt is back, she’s just grateful that she is.
Because she needs her more than ever, since she has lost Wanda, Natasha is now the only family she has left “I thought I’d never see you again.”
✘ ⌖ ➶ It wasn't an easy choice for Natasha to allow the world to think she was still dead while she worked in the shadows for Nick Fury. It certainly wasn't a choice she made lightly. Her family was gone, though, for the most part. Her dear Avengers had broken up and gone their separate ways. Or worse in Tony's case. In her mind, there wasn't much to return to, and that chapter in her life was over. For someone who'd been alive for almost a century, she was well adapted to accepting endings and starting anew.
That didn't mean that there was no one she regretting leaving behind. Luna would always be like a niece to her. Ever since the girl was a small tyke, toddling around the Avengers Tower, Natasha loved her. That was why she still kept an eye on the young woman. When Wanda died, she knew it must have been devastating. It broke Natasha's heart as well. The witch was more than just a teammate to her.
When the former Avenger got the notification that there was movement in one of her safe houses within The Web, she wasn't too surprised when she pulled up the camera to see that it was Luna. The poor girl undoubtedly needed a sanctuary, but Natasha wanted to provide more than that. Her current mission be damned, she was going to be there for her niece.
There was no flinch when green eyes took in the knife aimed at her. Instead, an improving smirk was in place over Natasha's features. She'd taught the girl well when it came to self defense. "Yeah little Luna, it's me," she answered, using the name she used to call her when she was a toddler. Then the redhead's smirk faltered as emotion welled up in her eyes at seeing Luna again for the first time in far too long. "I'm so sorry."
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Luna lets out a frustrated huff as she tosses and turns in her bed, unable to get comfortable, unable to sleep. Her mind is racing with thoughts and most of all, she just doesn’t feel tired enough to fall asleep. Finally, she admits defeat, throws off the covers, climbs out of bed, and begins walking down the hallway.
The nine-year-old expects to find her father in the living room watching TV but he isn’t there, and it makes her frown. She hadn’t predicted this at all. Curiosity gets the better of her, and Luna begins to search for him. After walking down a few hallways and checking every room, she finally finds Pietro in the gym, busy training.
The inmutant stands quietly in the doorway, watching him. She’s never seen her father train before, only seen him fight on TV. It’s something she thinks is really cool. Sometimes she still can’t believe her father is a real-life superhero that he fights bad guys for a living and helps keep the Earth safe for her to live on. That’s what will always make him her hero. She knows he’s doing it all for her, and she appreciates it more than she can say.
As she continues watching him train, she begins to realise something: she can’t predict his movements. He’s moving too fast for her brain to process what he’s doing. Luna finds it refreshing, he seems to be the first person she can’t read. Except for auras, of course. She’ll always be able to see those. She can always spot his electric blue aura from a mile away.
Luna finds herself even more impressed with her dad. She believes she’s lucky to call him her father and will always be grateful to whoever allowed it to be so.
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Luna had not been expecting to woken up in the middle of the night to see her uncle Clint in her bedroom, ready to whisk her away. So of course she willingly went with him because she hated living in the boarding school, in the UK, away from everyone she knows, her family and friends, which included Clint of course.
If Luna had been given the choice of where she could live and her education, she would have chosen to stay full time in New York, so she could live with her father and would have wanted to go to a local school that was within a good walking distance from her home. But alas that was not the case, not since her parents got divorced all those years ago.
The hybrid teenager did manage to sleep in a little, until Clint had to wake her up agan, so they could go for breakfast. She managed to pull together a quick cute outfit and when they arrived at the cafe, she chose to sit by the window and had been looking out of it, then Clint started speaking, causing Luna to break out of her train of thought.
"Pfft, my parents don't talk to each other unless they are forced to... As for what my school is trying to teach me, that would consist of, a basic education of math, science, english and history. Mixed with sport and a beginner level of self defense... Which means I've learnt nothing."
@inmutant requested a starter from Clint.
" I don't pretend to know what goes on between your parents, but I do know that I vowed to look out for you... " HE'D KEPT THE PART of minor kidnapping from her boarding school quiet, however, knowing that Pietro would feel obliged to yell at him about it, despite him knowing the kid needed real-world experience, away from the prison of the school constantly. School might teach her many things, but there were things that Clint could teach her far more than any classroom.
Perhaps, they'd believed boarding her in the UK would mean no one would be inclined to go to her; it was amusing, really. Clint, at first, would make out to Laura that he was going on business trips, but who was he to fool another S.H.I.E.L.D agent? She'd soon caught on to where he kept going, and now he simply told her whenever he got a flight over. She understood his reasoning. She knew Clint had protected Wanda and Pietro when they'd first discovered them. That protectiveness never left him, and it only extended to their children.
In the cloak of night, he'd snuck into the school and pulled Luna from it, hiding her until the morning before taking her for breakfast in the cafe of the next town over. He was a man of many talents, but without his morning coffee? Well, he barely managed to speak. He was only human after all. Now, however, he'd taken those first vital sips of that hot beverage and looked across at Luna, somewhat pleased with himself for getting her out of her school. " So... What has that school of yours been attempting to teach you recently? "
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@chaotic-in-scarlet continuing from here X
The inmutant child makes the decision to copy her aunt's body language and also places her hands on her hips to let Wanda know that she too was being completely serious. For Luna did not want to go to sleep, not only because she wasn't tired but also because she has never really been allowed to stay up past her bedtime before.
So Luna decides to call Wanda's bluff. "Nope!" She declares and starts running down the opposite end of the hallway, making a beeline for the staircase. "You'll have to use your magic and catch me!"
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what are you seeking?
Peace
"i survived because the fire in me burned brighter than the fire around me." // oh, little soldier, how long have you been at war with yourself? how much of yourself have you lost to the fire that's made its home in your heart? oh, but who can blame you? for as long as you can remember, you've had to face the world alone. all bared teeth and bloody knuckles. you learned young the only person you could rely on was yourself, didn't you? learned that the others would leave you to the wolves? and so you learned how to fight, how to stand tall even if you stood alone, how to shed the softness that wounded you before. but that isn't very sustainable, is it? the embers you swallowed, the fire you cloaked yourself in, it doesn't just burn the world around you. you have watched piece after piece of you go up in smoke: your hope, your smile, your mercy. what you seek is an end to the seemingly endless burning. and, little phoenix, you deserve it. please, breathe out. lean on me. the world isn't as cruel as you've made it out to be: it is okay to stop fighting. it is okay to let go of that anger. there is so much more to you, so much more that you have. the serenity you seek can be granted, but only once you are willing to work on letting go of the hate you've harbored for so long now.
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Luna bows her head in a mixture of shame and defeat, for she knows Lilia is correct. But who could blame her for trying? She's almost certain that almost every person in this world, if they could, would try and bring back the ones they love most.
But she also knows that the natural order is very important, especially in this world and it's delicate balance of life and death. She remembers the lesson her aunt had given her on thi vividly and how it is to always be respected and never broken otherwise the consequences would be dire to those who do.
"I know. I just. I'm all alone and I'm tired, I don't know what to do and where to go and sick of it. I've lost everyone who has ever played a role in my life. Wanda was the only family I ever had and now she is gone. It's my fault she's gone too, I wasn't strong enough, I wasn't enough. She was always there for me and the one time she needed me, I failed her." Luna pauses to take a breath and wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall.
"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have dumped that information or nor my dilemma on you, this isn't your problem to fix nor deal with."
Lilia pulled back a little, looking at the young girl with an unimpressed expression that clearly said 'that attitude isn't going to get you answers, let alone actual help'.
"Because you want to bring back the dead. How exactly do you expect anyone to react to that? Happily?" she challenged in disbelief. Necromancy had its place in witchcraft, but as something used for communication, to get answers and, in rare cases, solve murders. But the spell was always supposed to be temporary; the dead were dead, and trying to reverse that only ever led to problems.
Sighing, Lilia could see that Luna was coming from a place of grief, and a naïve view that magic could somehow fix anything, and she remembered feeling that way once herself, wondering at the point of witchcraft if it couldn't bring back the people you loved.
"I know how. Most witches my age do. It doesn't mean we'd ever actually do it, or that we'd share that knowledge with anyone who asked," she told the girl honestly. "Death isn't something you're supposed to undo, Luna. It's a natural order, one you don't want to disrupt, trust me."

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