#hebrew vackers

[softmoonlightmelody]

look, i know i might be the only person to think chinese vackers, but just tHINK ABOUT IT-

[gay-otlc]

remember ur jewish vacker hcs? well! idk if u know this but i was on the behindthename website dot com and i looked up dellas firsg and middle name and her middle name, adara, is supposedly hebrew! also apparently her full firsg name is radelle? according to wiki trivia. but aye! canon backing is nice

You heard it here first folks Jewish Vackers is undeniably 100% canon

[theogony]

Song of the Sea

A/N : hello yes it is I the great aru back after hiatus so long bow down to me and my works /lh. Nah but fr after one month of nothing i finally write this in a coffee induced haze, that too for kotlc and so. anyway god bless you sappho and may you enjoy this shai @gay-otlc (for the kotlc gift exchange!! please tell me the dedication on ao3 has atleast gone through i will be sad if it doesn't </3)

Biana is struck by how similar the mermaid is to the ocean itself. She's devastatingly gorgeous, with a placid demeanour of the ocean mingled within her stare - yet there's a closedness behind it, a darker side she can sense only because of time old senses, honed because of the sea. Under her pinched brow, the mermaid's piercing eyes flit from crew member to crew member, ever so calculative. They're nothing but dismissive glances until she eventually locks her gaze on her - and with an aggressive hiss, she bares her sharp teeth, contorting her features into something treacherously savage. 

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Or, where Biana's caught a hell of a catch, yet she's the one enraptured.

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The first time she sees such riveting blue, Biana Vacker doesn't stop staring.

The waves beneath the ship thrash furiously, and she suppresses the urge to run fingers over her scars, to cover them up, to hide hide hide as she has always done. The sea stretches out into the horizon behind her, almost kissing the disappearing sun, yearning like Icarus for a drop of liquid gold, of freedom. But yet, it remains - so blue and so close, a different shade every day, fading into the changing colours of the dawn.

She supposes that is why she finds herself somehow lulled by the waves. Despite everything the sea takes, the sea is where she has moulded herself into, carving herself a jagged home to stay. At first, resisting - it beat and roared, but now, there's a sense of grudging respect as it follows her everywhere. It is all the language she knows. She has sea hands, a sea heart. She has a direction here, she has a course. She hears the sound of the waves, the coarse wind and the salt and all the stars in the sky.

But the shocking nature of the mermaid's periwinkle eyes - that feels different.

The crew's muttering has slowly risen to a sharp din as she shakes herself out of her thoughts, instead focusing on not staring at her - no, the mermaid - open-mouthed.

Biana is struck by how similar the mermaid is to the ocean itself. She's devastatingly gorgeous, with a placid demeanour of the ocean mingled within her stare - yet there's a closedness behind it, a darker side she can sense only because of time old senses, honed because of the sea. Under her pinched brow, the mermaid's piercing eyes flit from crew member to crew member, ever so calculative. They're nothing but dismissive glances until she eventually locks her gaze on her - and with an aggressive hiss, she bares her sharp teeth, contorting her features into something treacherously savage.

Every one of her crew takes a step back, their hushed dialogue abruptly ending. The frightened stillness is broken only by the waves, and Biana suddenly feels small in comparison to her grandeur.

Don't be silly, she scolds herself internally. She's the one in the net while you're the one still standing.

"Biana."

The captain whirls around, relieved to see the furrowed eyes of her faithful quartermaster.

"Good lord Sophie, You could have given me a heart attack!"

Despite the short jib behind it, her voice is pitched slightly higher than usual, and Sophie's eyebrows draw in even further as she steals a glance at the net.

"What are you planning on doing about.."

"I.."

Turning, Biana looks back at the mermaid, heart thudding painfully when she meets her eyes dead-on. Her tail twitches, her scales gleaming brightly in the sun, drawing her like a moth to a flame, and she has a sudden desire to know what they would feel like under her hand. The mermaid smiles, cunning and predatory, as Biana shifts on her heels almost imperceptibly. Nimble fingers snake through the netting, and she leans forward as if poised to strike. She suddenly surges, the netting stitches ripping as she thrusts forward, but the net holds and she simply sways gracelessly across the wooden planks, causing the entire crew to jump back.

She laughs, her sounds echoing the rush of waves crashing on rocky shores.

"Biana!"

Sophie's voice is more urgent, more accusatory now, and Biana curses under her breath as she reties the strings holding the net in place.

"It's fine, I got it," she mutters reassuringly, though it sounds more like she's trying to convince herself instead of Sophie.

She laughs humorlessly, apparently having enough of Biana's bravado for that night, as she pulls her away and begins to berate her.

"Do you not understand that you have captured a mythical beast? Are you out of your-"

"Y-you should listen to your friend," the mermaid interjects hesitantly from her vantage point in the net, carefully shaping unfamiliar words.

Sophie's breath hitches loudly and Biana feels a haze of panic threaten to overtake her.

Her hearing is.... impressive, to say the least.

The mermaid betrays no emotion, other than cold detachment as she recites facts that make Biana feel faint.  "She is correct. Keep me, and the Ocean will writhe in Her fury, destroying your ship." Her twitching fingers rip glaring holes in the already stressed net. "That is, assuming, of course, you survive my sibling first."

Her crew retreats back, but Biana can't help but take a step forward, a million questions racing through her mind - but the first query that is shouted isn't her own.

"What makes you think we should be afraid of you?"

Biana looks over her shoulder and sees Stina, her talented navigator with the unfortunate penchant for a tongue that runs faster than their funds. Stina's chest heaves and her feet fidget as her eyes flit between the mermaid and the waters.

Sophie growls a warning, "Stina."

Stina stands up and stares the mermaid down, despite her fear-filled gaze. "Why should we be?" she exclaims loudly. "We can just murder her and that tail will surely be worth a nice profit-"

[-profit? Do you think you're suddenly above us all? his voice sneered, loud and entirely too close, hand too warm too sharp too unforgiving-

There's a sudden crash and Biana registers a dull pain at the side of her shoulder. She bites her lip, trying to suppress the tears falling before they even start. She doesn't say anything in reply to the man - no, her father - who's now mechanically examining her shoulder, checking whether it'll leave a scar.

Her brother has slowly inched into the room, and although he's as still as she is, as complacent as she is, she can't help but feel a twinge of envy at the fact that he doesn't have a put up a play, doesn't have to cake his face with makeup and smile and pretend pretend pretend-

Her father (can she even call him that? Saying Alden is easier than trying to swallow the emotions that flood her when she remembers) drops her hand, before shifting past Fitz, no longer acknowledging the two of their actions.

"Remember. Do not give them any reason to worry", he intones, before he's gone and Biana wants to scream and shout and flood- ]

Everything but the dull end of Biana's blade slamming into the deck is drowned out by the mermaid's scream - and only a few moments from then, even the waves are muffled by the sudden fall of stillness.

Biana inhales deeply, the salty air scratching at the back of her throat. Stina shrinks but refuses to give up, her terror driving her to rebellion.

She growls quietly, her voice raspy and barely controlled in her fury.

"I should let her claw out your throat."

Biana's forearm itches from the thumping's sheer force (but also from something more - scars littering the skin, memories now clawing and trying to overwhelm her), demanding her attention as searing misery coated memories stream in. She takes another long inhale, the smell of fresh fish and sea anchoring her with its familiarity, and waves Sophie's worried look away quietly as she focuses back on Stina, a rage welling up in her chest.

As tragic that it is that Biana is the one that is giving Stina fear - she is really a brilliant navigator, and she has no personal grievance towards her - the white-hot rage threatening to explode out of her chest finds sadistic gratification in the way Stina seems to want to sink through the deck.

"But Captain, it's just a fish-"

Biana growls and looks down at the taller female, her notorious demeanour of the seas enveloping her like a well-worn cape. "People," she stresses, a scowl wrinkling her lips, "are not things to purchase."

In the face of Biana's stone-faced authority, Stina shuts her mouth, and her resistance completely vanishes. The rest of the crew continues shifting, mutters of dissent quieter, and an uncomfortable air grows between them. The waves shift silently, and the smell of brine suddenly grows stronger - but no other complaints are raised until a hesitant voice breaks the silence.

"What?"

Biana whirls around in her heels at the hushed question, coming face to face with the mermaid, the short quip seizing in her throat. Her mind chastises her for turning her back on such a dangerous predator, much alone approaching tantalizingly near - within her arm's reach. She automatically clutches the pommel of her sword, but the mermaid remains still, her expression scrunched in a perplexed frown.

Her eyes are alluring up close, like a stormy sea, wild, dangerous, and stunning.

She leans forward and Biana feels like the ocean is bearing down on her under her scrutiny. Her breath smells like fish and blood, and all Biana can think of is the razor-sharp canines that are approaching her neck.

"Not many humans... would bother with such kindness." Biana drags her gaze away from her bared teeth to glance at the mermaid once again. Her brow furrows and her head cocks to the side. "So, why do you do it?"

"Are you not someone who speaks, who thinks, who dreams as well?"

As she ponders her words, the mermaid hums, a sea shanty so familiar to Biana yet jarring from the mermaid's throat. There's no longer a bite behind her words, only a mellow, gentle voice, and curiosity shines through.

"Most people wouldn't consider that grounds enough to free-."

[-free on Sunday afternoon if he asks, and be sure to not bring up your father, her mother intones as though reciting from a long list of rules as she straightens the collar at Biana's neck, stiff and starch and painful. Her brother rides alongside her, poised perfectly like a puppet in carefully framed disinterest. Her long sleeves itch, and she resists the urge to pull the sleeves up. She knows if her scarred arms are seen by anyone in the republic, the sights and glances would only get worse.

The carriage jolts to a quick start, and she glances up as she descends, staring towards the docks ahead. Fitz stands beside her, her mother already lost in the throng of people bartering for kosher cut meat and braided challah at the market, shawl up and face down as she ensured no one would see the wife of a councillor (such a cheap establishment, how crude!). Harsh winds blow around her, the few raindrops making the back of the dress stick to her shirt and she plonks herself loudly on a few crates next to her, watching as Fitz continued to stare at the cafe nearby.

I know you're looking for that artist, she taunted, as she watched Fitz turn a delightful shade of crimson.

Tuning out the long tirade of her brother's explanation for exactly why he was watching the cafe and why that didn't include that artist because just because he flirted with me doesn't mean that he actually like liked me, she stared out morosely at the ships coming in, the "uncouth and unlawful" merchants descending their vessels, loudly bartering and intermingling among themselves.

They're so free and... happy, she can't help but blurt out as she hears Fitz sit down next to her with a rather undignified thump.

He frowns, momentarily pondering why exactly would Biana Vacker of all people feel that they were not happy, ignoring Biana's wistful sighs.

Do you ever want to leave?

The uncertainty surrounding the question blankets them both, and Fitz chews his lip before slowly shaking his head in the negative.

I wouldn't know what to do with myself, he tentatively whispers, before Biana crowds over him, turning onto him with an expression so full and unlike herself - so full of life.

Think about Fitz - you could finally run away with that artist boy and settle down and then I could come to visit you and we could share your favourite rugelach as we talked about the latest gossip topic and then I'd travel the world and we'd no longer be scared because I'd have a plane - no wait, a ship and sometimes you'd come with me and-, she paused taking in a deep breath as she stared back at him - wouldn't it be fun if it was just us?

Fitz's gaze on her is far away, and Biana feels herself shuttering slowly as the silence stretches taut between them. Fitz's words spill out slowly from him, almost as though he was afraid of breaking her carefully crafted reverie.

I'd love that, he quietly states. I'd love that a lot but-

but we both have our duty to father.]

Biana's expression shutters, before smiling back at the mermaid.

"Then again, I am not most people", she quips, and when the mermaid laughs, voice gentle like the waves rocking her boat, she leans in even further, emboldened by her enigmatic smile.

"Look, you were captured by chance by my crew", and at her words, incredulity sweeps across the mermaid's face. Biana pleads with her hands clasped. "Honestly, I'm sorry it happened in the first place!"

Her eyebrows lift, perplexed. "Honesty from a human?"

"Yes." Biana inhales deeply and extends her arm toward the ocean.

"Which is why I selfishly want to ask -  when we let you go, may you spare us?"

The mermaid's eyes sharpen momentarily, her expression guarded as she regarded the captain.

"Was this... talk all a game to gain my favour?"

"Of course not!", Biana hastily backtracks, before looking back at the mermaid, gaze softening.

"We- I would have let you go, regardless of the consequences for my crew."

Biana shoves down her sigh at the mermaid's unreadable face, ears buzzing as her crew begins to protest behind her. Sophie's harsh barks keep chaos from erupting - but just barely, and Biana continues to stare up the mermaid beseechingly, mouthing "Please" over and over.

Please let this be enough.

The mermaid eventually responds, though she takes her own time. "Fine." She cocks her head to the side, carefully searching her.

Biana smiles at her, her relief visible in her smile.

"Then the kelpie queen is at your service," she adds, bowing gracefully. "However, my friends refer to me as Biana."

The mermaid's brows blend into her dark hairline, inscrutable against her silver-tipped bangs.

"Do you think we're friends?"

The ache in Biana's heart is agonizing. "I'd want to be."

Biana deliberately ignores the mermaid's astonishment, instead beckoning Sophie to assist her in lowering the mermaid to the waters below. The crew shuffles anxiously behind her, but she ignores them, leaping upon the railing to assist Sophie in guiding the crane as she ranks it. The mermaid jolts in surprise, but quickly spins around, writhing and straining at the net.

Biana steadies the beam and stares down at the mermaid. She's all restless energy and longing looks, and all Biana can think is about how wrong she looks trapped in a net.

"Biana", the mermaid mutters, just loud enough that if she strains, she can hear it. "Certainly not a name I've heard from here-

[-here it is, Biana thinks with relief, as she picks up the windblown shawl, decorated with hamsas from the floor of the alcove. Sure, the man her mother had tried to set her up with didn't show, but she knew she still wouldn't accept that as an excuse for her to dirty it.

I'd probably have enough time to take this to the washerman and back, she muses. It's not like the one person who really misses me is at home anyways, sent after the fabled princess - Sofia - wait, was she even-

It's only then she realizes with a jolt that she's somehow wandered into the heart of the harbour, infamous for its unsavoury trades. Burly shadows suddenly crowd her, and she falters, bumping into a much taller man who leers at her, the familiar smell of stale liquor on his breath.

You're too pretty to be here young one, he whispers, trailing fingers along her covered sleeves. Biana swallows, prepared to shout before there's a sudden ringing, and the man slumps forward in pain, before roaring back and punching a much younger, livelier woman dressed in the merchant - no, pirate's garbs, who looks strangely disconcerted with the fact that she's aggravated a man almost twice her weight.

The fight is over almost soon as it begins, and it's surprisingly the woman who stands triumphant, wiping the blood off her knuckles before extending her hand in dismissal.

Oh, Biana thinks, stupefied after the fight. She's so pretty.

"Take me with you."

The woman smiles, amused by the childish request before she turns back to her, horrified at the fact that she's entirely serious.

Biana's sure that she doesn't look like much, what with her bedraggled locks falling out of the messily tied braid, her dress rumpled and covered with much too much dirt, but she grits her teeth and for the first time since- the incident-, pulls up the long sleeves on an impulse, absorbing the muted shock as the pirate runs gentle fingers over the scars.

You're Eternalia's consort. The councillor's daughter who was maimed, the pirate whispers softly.

There's a mirthless laugh as Biana draws her arms away.

Everyone says it was wild animals, merpeople who attacked me. Perhaps even the most vicious of sea monsters would have been kinder to me than my father that night.

The pirate glances at her, before gently forcing Biana's trembling face up, wiping the soft tears that had begun streaming down them silently with a touch much softer than Biana expected. She glances behind, face momentarily unreadable before smiling, and her expression isn't one of pity - but rather, respect, and Biana finds herself stunned.

"I'm a pirate - well, Jolie, to be more exact. The seas were unforgiving to me at the start, and they may do the same to you - it took me many years to command them. People will whisper behind you, muttering tales of how you threw your life away. They'll lament your name, and the insignia you now represent. Are you willing to accept all of that? Do you still want to leave?"

"Yes."

Despite the slight waver in her voice, there's no hesitation when Biana grins, finally in charge of her destiny, finally free. ]

"What's yours?"

The mermaid startles, tail smacking against the rocks. "What?"

"Your name. What do I call you?"

She frowns, her brow wrinkled with.. shyness? "You won't be able to say my name since humans don't understand my language." Her gaze returns to the ocean, causing her entire body to tremble in apprehension as she gazes intently outwards, "What difference does it make anyway?"

Biana frowns at her as she draws her sword, setting it against the rope - yet she stills in the motion, curiosity overcoming her.

"Well if we meet again, what will I call you?"

She chuckles, her head bowed in a sorrowful manner, before returning her gaze to her

"Kelpie Queen, I pray that'll never happen. The enormous pods claim their territory in the regions where humans travel." Her lips form a half-snarl, a grimace at nothing, "They don't have enough fish to eat, so they eat humans," she says, her face darkening, "And they have no fear of the Ocean's vengeance. So please, don't try to find me - in fact, consider this free advice - stay off these currents. Nothing good comes from tangling with such folk - it will only lead to your early grave."

"But what if I managed to overcome all of that and still make it back to you? How else am I supposed to call out for you at the end of it all?"

Biana opens her mouth to continue, but whatever she's about to say dies on the tip of her tongue, turning into a sharp inhale as the mermaid clasps Biana's hands, holding her gaze as she presses a careful kiss to her knuckles.

"Linh", she softly says, grinning at Biana and she's convinced she's ascended straight into Shamayim itself.

Before Biana can scrape together the brain cells to respond, Linh curls forward, growling almost playfully at the rope. "Now cut me loose!"

Once again, she draws back her sword but pauses to look at the mermaid - no, Linh again.

"Biana!"

Her lips twitch and her blade gleams as it swings. With a loud snap of rope and a flash of her scales, the mermaid finally disappears into the ocean's deep blue depths, and a long silence surrounds Biana as she gazes into the waters.

"Ship spotted!"

All at once, a cacophony erupts, and the crew scrambles to their positions, preparing for whatever measure their captain will tell them to conduct. Unlike the rest, she stands, uncharacteristically silent alongside Sophie as the barrel-man narrates the familiar royal insignia and the absence of the young prince.

Looks like he finally got away from father and his home, it seems. Hopefully with that artist as well-

"Biana, are you listening? The ships almost here - if we want to escape, we need to do it now!"

Her smile grows sharp, before facing Sophie with a grin, watching her petulantly sigh, already expecting the outcome.

"But where would the fun be in that?"

Sophie simply nods and shouts, "To your stations!"

The ship erupts into a commotion of noise and clamour, heavy cannons scraping against the wooden decks and rifles cocking under Sophie's watchful eye before she turns back to her captain, face already mournful.

"The mermaid's going to doom us now - it's not even been an hour and we're already foregoing her advice."

Biana can't contain her laughter as it erupts from her mouth and she retorts, amusement flaring as Sophie sighs.  "Worse luck to say that."

There's a dazzling glitter in the tiny area of the ocean she can see beneath Sophie's ear that captures her attention, momentarily distracting her as a true smile begins to spread across her face.

"Actually, my friend, I believe we're lucky."

Sophie's gaze is drawn to Biana's father's approaching ship, but Biana continues to gaze past her, absentmindedly rubbing her knuckles as though chasing that phantom sensation, before catching that similar shimmer of silver further ahead - making her smile widen even further.

"Oh really?"

She winks and brightens at Sophie's sceptical expression.

The ocean is a fickle mistress, one who takes and takes and takes and is all jagged edges and warmth. But in the end, the ocean can also be someone kind, someone delicate, someone worth fighting for and someone worth meeting at the end of it all, with little but sheer bravado and simple kisses to lament their distance.

"Today I think, the seas are on our side."

[when-wax-wings-melt]

Since Pesach begins tonight, I thought I’d indulge myself in some Jewish!Vacker headcanons, specifically Passover ones-

-Fitz makes the desserts (spongecake, macaroons, all that good stuff) while Della makes the meals (matzahball soup, maybe a stuffed fish or chicken if they’re not vegetarian)

-Della makes Biana clean, much to her utter disgust, and her least favorite part is cleaning under the couch for any lost cheerios with all the dust

-Any leftover chametz is given to Sophie, usually. It would go to Keefe, but his dad is an asshole and won’t take it, so Sophie gets all the bread and stuff and keeps it in her freezer until Pesach is over and they give it back

-sometimes, Biana and Fitz rope their friends into helping them clean, and they end up somehow getting into a mop/broom fight I don’t make the rules but that sounds super fun

-They have this super fancy Seder plate, and Biana loves running her finger along the curly hebrew decorating it

-Fitz hates the salt/parsley combo and barely chokes it down, but Biana and Della eat it like it’s not a gross plant covered in saltwater

-They make both Ashkenazi and Sephardic charoset because Biana likes the Ashkenazi and hates the dates and raisins in the Sephardic, but the Ashkenazi is too dry for Della. Fitz is fine with either.

-Della hates matzah, but Fitz loves it and will eat it plain. Not even egg matzah. regular matzah, he’ll just eat it like it’s good or something (I don’t like matzah if you can’t tell-)

-Biana loves the horseradish, and she and Fitz will have contests where they see who can handle the largest piece of it without needing a sip of water. She wins every time.

-They’re older now, but they still love chasing after the Afikomen. They both have competitive streaks, so Della makes sure to give only the winner a gift, because otherwise they’ll get annoyed and grumpy that the “loser” still “won”

-They usually invite Keefe to the Seder, since he hardly ever has a nice family dinner. He is wowed by the traditions and prayers, and later draws all of them sitting at the table, smiling.

-he also draws the Seder plate and all the food just because it’s so cool to him that a bunch of people around the world are all celebrating in similar and yet different ways

-Biana is given grapejuice instead of wine, but she pretends to have wine instead to freak out Della. (”wow, what a...strong flavor. Feeling a little woozy, there-”)

-Fitz rolls his eyes but laughs as he munches on matzah, the weirdo

[the-paper-furler]

Keeper of the Lost Cities names meaning

Sophie: means wisdom

Elizabeth: means oath of god, could either reference her loyality to the Black Swan or be a reference her orignal name Alexandra (defender of man), or bc it's associated w/ royals, refereing to her specialness.

Foster: she's a foster child of both her birth parents, (allbe it egg implanted) and Grady and Edaline.

Fitzroy: son of the king. Makes sense given the fact that the Vackers are the closest thing to royality in the elf world.

Avery: 'wise' and 'counselor'

Vacker: beauty

Biana: the closest thing I could find was Bianca, which means white/fair skinned

Amberly: (a made up name), but Amber itself is fossilized tree sap, that has a honey brown color.

Dexter: right handed in latin, but in this case it's probably referenceing the adjective Dexterous.

Alvin: noble friend

Dizznee: made up, but sounds like Disney, and is a fun little joke in the books.

Marella: litte sea

Adene: noble in German, decoration in hebrew

Redek: made up, Radek is a nickname of a varioty of Polish and Czech name, probably just means red???

Keefe: gaelic, means noble, gentle, handsome, lovable.

Sencen: christmas, but the wiki says it's a play on sensing.

Linh: soul or spirt in Vietnamese.

Tam: heart in Vietnamese.

[vacker-jew-au]

Chapter 2: Fuck Livvy But Like In A Different Way

Summary: Livvy is such a good parent for the Vackers, but the kids aren’t the only reason she stuck around.

Or

Livvy is a little over the top in getting Della to go on a date with her

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It was late, but unpacking seemed to take even longer than packing had. Not even half of the boxes were empty yet. All Della wanted was to collapse on the bed she apparently now shared with Livvy, but she kept emptying the boxes. It still didn’t feel entirely real that she’d moved.

So much had already happened that night. They leaped all the boxes over. They started to decorate the kids’ room. They quickly realized Della couldn’t share a room with the two little monsters. So, awkwardly stumbling around like the teenagers they were the last time they spent a night together, they came to the conclusion she would sleep in Livvy’s bed, with Livvy. Though Livvy apologized over and over they both knew it was okay, in fact, a small voice whispered that it was much more than just okay, Della shook it off.

And that’s how the two of them wound up sprawled on the couches, half unpacked boxes open all around them, laughing about their school days. Despite being high off a lack of sleep and a tad flustered, Della was having a great time.

“You remember how,” Della giggled, “Oralie and I were so close-” she coughed “-and practically dating, but!”

Livvy smiled, because, wow she’s so cute when she laughs, and Della grinned back because Livvy was listening and patient while she took a minute to breathe.

“She never even noticed,” Della finally said. “I gave her crush cuffs and she still didn’t know we were dating! I mean, I’m a disaster bisexual, so I know about obliviousness, but that’s kind of taking it to a whole new level.”

Livvy laughed. “She’s aroace, love, it was nothing against you.” She froze. “Shoot, I outed her, shoot!”

To be perfectly honest, Della had barely noticed everything else Livvy said, focusing instead on the endearment. She called me “love.” Love, that thing I promised myself I wouldn’t fall into, but already I have. Panicking, she brushed the thought aside and tried to concentrate on the conversation. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean to, I haven’t even spoken to her in years. I’ll just forget about it, okay?”

“Okay,” Livvy agreed, nodding. “So, now that you’ve dumped Alden- good riddance, by the way, he sucks- are you interested in dating anyone else?”

Like maybe me? She continued silently.

Della choked on her water and fought down a blush. “Um… I don’t think I will for a while? But you?” as in I want to date you, but I can't think that. She wouldn’t want to, would she?

Livvy frowned. Della’s answer was too panicked, too quick. Did she know that Livvy was trying to flirt with her? Probably, and she wasn’t interested. “I don’t know… maybe,” she muttered. “I mean, I kind of like a girl, but… I don’t think she likes me back.”

“Oh no, that sucks. To be honest? Me too,” Della looked away.

“Um… bedtime?” Livvy asked. Della nodded.

The next morning Biana poked Fitz until he woke up, “finally! Fitz, Mom is cuddling with Livvy!!”

“Shhh!” He hissed, “You're gonna wake them up.”

“Oh shit,” Biana whispered. Fitz punched her lightly.

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Biana and Livvy quickly became close, in fact, they were so close that Biana started to think of her as a second mom. Fitz loved her too, Alden never had time for him, but Livvy? She taught him how to play Bramble, practiced Tae Kwon Do with him, helped him with baking because she noticed his ever-growing love of it. Fitz loved baking with his two moms, and he couldn’t help but notice the long looks and gentle touches they exchanged.

“Boop!” Della giggled, touching Livvy’s nose with flour on her fingertips. Livvy swatted her hand away and wiped her nose on Della’s cheek.

“Ha! Who’s the flour girl now?” Livvy grinned.

Whether she intended to or not Livvy had quickly become the parent Alden never was. It was nearly two months later when Della and the kids finally moved out and there was no question of whether Livvy would stay in their lives.

Even so, both kids were disappointed that Livvy wasn’t spending nearly as much time with them. She came over for dinner a few nights a week, but she wasn’t just down the hall when Biana had a nightmare, and she couldn’t help Fitz with his homework whenever he needed it.

Still, the kids cherished the time they had with Livvy, even if it wasn’t as often. Because it had started to interfere with Della’s work schedule, and Livvy took an interest in learning about the family’s religion, she agreed to take them to Hebrew school.

While they were on their way, Livvy’s tone turned from laughing about Fitz’s dramatic retelling of his best friend’s Great Gulon Incident to more serious. “Kids, I’m going to tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t tell your mom. Like, pinky promise.”

Fitz and Biana nodded solemnly and took turns pinky promising her.

“Alright, here goes. I have a crush on your mom and I want to ask if she’ll date me.”

Although neither of them were particularly surprised, Fitz and Biana exchanged excited glances. “I bet Mom will say yes!” Biana piped up. “She sometimes acts like she has a crush on you too!”

Livvy blushed. “Maybe. I hope so. But anyway, I know being Jewish is very special to you and your mom, so I want to make that a part of how I ask her out. And I don’t know a whole lot about Judaism yet, so I wanted to know if you two could help me.”

“Tu B’Av is coming soon,” Fitz suggested. “It’s kind of like the Jewish version of Valentine’s Day. Maybe you could do something then?”

“Okay, so, kiddos, are you down to help me plan?”

Biana squealed a loud “Yes!! Oh my goshhhh!!!”

And so plotting commenced. Tu B’av was on Sunday, a day the kids often visited, and they quickly figured out that the living room was a great dance floor if you moved the couches out of the way. Fitz found a recipe for rugelach and debated the best way to make them heart-shaped, individually or as a pull-apart type dish?

Biana was put on strawberry-dipping duty, the best she could do in the kitchen. She was a pro at decorating even then, so she helped Livvy with the living room. There were a couple bouquets of pink roses and lavender and the table looked better than any caterer could make it.

✡️✡️✡️

When Della finally arrived, Livvy was in the kitchen, she was scared, sweating. Biana pushed her into the living room, gave her a thumbs up and stage-whispered “You got this!” Della had no idea what was going on, and the assortment of flowers and heart shaped rugelach added to the confusion.

“Livvy?”

“Della- I- okay.”

“Liv?” Della asked, concerned

Livvy swallowed. “Um… tu b’av sameach?”

“Tu b’av sameach,” Della replied tentatively, smiling, scared to guess what she was about to say.

“Della, I love you so much, and I love your children and I love being with you. I want- Della, I want to be yours. I want you to be mine. I just….”

Della takes Livvy’s face and pulls her in, kissing her gently, but forcefully.

“You better not be joking,” she whispers against Livvy’s lips, feeling like a teenager, she really shouldn’t question this.

“Does this look like a joke?” Livvy grinned, pulling back and showing her the room.

“Liv, this is- this is amazing.”

Livvy beamed.

“Wait, where are the monsters?” Della asked.

A little hand poked out from the kitchen doorway, pressing play on the phone Livvy had set up for music.

“Hi, Mom,” Biana grinned.

“Bye, Mama, Mom,” Fitz smiled behind her. “We’re going to Keefe’s.” They stood in the backyard and waved as they leaped.

The song faded and a new one began. Della recognized it immediately.

“Love of my life.”

Livvy pretended to continue the sentence, “dance with me?”

And then they were standing chest to chest swaying.

Love of my life, you've hurt me

You've broken my heart, and now you leave me

They stepped back and forth, neither sure exactly how to dance with another woman.

When I grow older

I will be there at your side to remind you

How I still love you

Livvy spun Della out and as she dipped low crooned, “I still love you.”

Della tilted her head up and kissed her. Suddenly they weren’t dancing so much as kissing while standing in the middle of the room.

“Oh, Liv…..”

Livvy pulled Della with her to sit at the table. “Rugellach?” she offered. Della took one happily and laughed when she realized it was shaped like a heart.

“This is wonderful, Liv.”

“You’re wonderful,” Livvy replied, and Della blushed.

“How did you know about Tu B’av?” she asked, slightly breathless after they kissed again. “I didn’t think you knew much about Judaism.”

“I don’t,” admitted Livvy. “Your kids suggested it when I was picking them up from Hebrew school. I said I wanted to do something Jewish and romantic for you and they told me about it. Though I do want to learn more about Judaism so I can celebrate with you and your family.”

Della teared up a little, thinking about the contrast between Livvy and Alden. Thinking about the way she loved Livvy, loved her kids, Keefe, Grady, Edaline, her old mentors, the Rabbi.

“Today truly is a day for love.”

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Kristen film utdrag 4 ur ”Vilken vacker röst”: Är syndernas förlåtelse verkligen en biljett till himmelriket? Många människor inom religionen tror att när de har erkänt sina synder och omvänt sig från dem efter att ha kommit till tro på Herren, så har de blivit återlösta och frälsta av nåd. När Herren kommer skall han lyfta upp dem direkt in i himmelriket, och han kan omöjligen utföra verket med rening och frälsning. Stämmer denna uppfattning med hurdant Guds verk verkligen är? Det står i Bibeln: "Holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord" (Hebrews 12: 14). Gud säger: ”Du har missat ett steg i din tro på Gud: Du har bara blivit friköpt, du har inte förändrats. För att du skall vara efter Guds hjärta måste Gud personligen utföra verket med att förändra och rena dig; om du bara är friköpt kommer du att vara oförmögen att uppnå helighet. På så sätt kommer du inte att vara kvalificerad att ta del av Guds goda välsignelser” (Ordet framträder i köttet).

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Kristen film utdrag 4 ur ”Vilken vacker röst”: Är syndernas förlåtelse verkligen en biljett till himmelriket? Många människor inom religionen tror att när de har erkänt sina synder och omvänt sig från dem efter att ha kommit till tro på Herren, så har de blivit återlösta och frälsta av nåd. När Herren kommer skall han lyfta upp dem direkt in i himmelriket, och han kan omöjligen utföra verket med rening och frälsning. Stämmer denna uppfattning med hurdant Guds verk verkligen är? Det står i Bibeln: "Holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord" (Hebrews 12: 14). Gud säger: ”Du har missat ett steg i din tro på Gud: Du har bara blivit friköpt, du har inte förändrats. För att du skall vara efter Guds hjärta måste Gud personligen utföra verket med att förändra och rena dig; om du bara är friköpt kommer du att vara oförmögen att uppnå helighet. På så sätt kommer du inte att vara kvalificerad att ta del av Guds goda välsignelser” (Ordet framträder i köttet).

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Jewish Councillors. Just, like, the Councillors all being Jewish and having their own little quirks on Judaism. I live for your Jewish KotLC headcanons. Like, literally I started crying when I found the Jewish Vackers post because on top of being a sentimental dumbass, I've also barely seen any Jewish fans so this is like... an awakening. Thank you so much for this. <3.

Okay so I'm like 90% sure @jam-is-my-food said this first but Bronte is just a grumpy old Jewish guy and this is fact.

Also he makes the best matzo ball soup and will bitch about it if he has to eat someone else's because they didn't do it right

Please Jewish Bronte is the best concept

Clarette likes to speak Yiddish and/or Hebrew around the rest of the elves to fuck with them

Since most never learned human languages

But then the other eleven decided to learn Yiddish behind Clarette's back and just start responding to her Yiddish ramblings once they all considered themselves fluent

(They heard a lot of stuff she did not intend to be understood, but oh well)

Oralie's got a fantastic singing voice

So usually when the councillors do services together she'll lead

Alina has a lot of very sparkly Magen David necklaces

Kenric was never a big fan of all the candles in Judaism, tbh

(I am horrible lmao)

Darek can play shofar and he plays it really well

Everyone in that group is stupid (affectionate) and loses their yarmulkes all the time so Liora is just the designated Yarmulke Conjurer ™

I'm not sure what Judaism-related chaos would ensue from Noland being a voiceiferator but it would not be good (by which I mean it would be fantastic)

Emery sometimes takes the "Jews love arguing" thing a little too far

Actually all of them take it a bit too far

Everyone is terrified that Zarina will eventually resort to elf cannibalism on Yom Kippur

Zarina is very whiny about Yom Kippur

I have no idea who the youngest is so let's say it's Veila, she has to do the four questions and it's always very funny to them that the youngest is still hundreds of years old

Elves are against violence. That being said, Ramira would murder someone for rugelach.

That someone would probably be Terik, he also really like rugelach and tends to hoard it

All of them do services together because hey, they're a Minyan

Yes actually Jewish councillors is fantastic and also I want more Jewish Bronte content but I don't want to write it

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Your wish is my command, Ref.

Kesler was raised Jewish and Juline converted when she married him

People are often mad at the Dizznees because their store is closed for Shabbat but you know fuck them (it's normal to close things on Sundays??? Why not for Shabbat???)

Despite being a technopath, Dex also doesn't use any technology on Shabbat. (There are a few exceptions when he needs to do tech stuff for the Black Swan to avoid not dying.)

Dex is Not Good at reading Hebrew. The letters just don't make sense to him, why is it right to left, why are there no vowels?

He feels really shitty about it but he struggles so much with reading Hebrew that he doesn't think he could have a Bar Mitzvah

After maybe possibly almost dying in the first book, then not dying, he decides that being more religious is something he wants, and that he wants to have his Bar Mitzvah after all.

Juline and Kesler help him, and he manages to read a parsha. He doesn't invite many people, just his family and a few friends, but they're all incredibly proud of him.

Kesler knits Hanukkah sweaters for the entire family (Juline is horrible at knitting, so fuck gender roles)

Dex is always forgotten about just like Judaism is always forgotten about isn't it nice how that works out haha

Dex fucking loves weird looking menorahs, he makes them every Hanukkah.

He's also basically addicted to rugellech (is that how you spell it? I don't knowwwwwwww)

One time, a teacher gave Dex detention because he hadn't done his homework over Yom Kippur. He told his teacher he wouldn't be able to do anything because it was a Jewish holiday, but they didn't listen. Me? Projecting? Nooooo-

Kesler helped Dex turn that teacher bald. Juline, who normally was not a fan of Kesler and Dex pranking people, fully endorsed this plan and also helped.

The triplets take turn doing the four questions.

They are an entity of chaos on Purim, avoid at all costs.

The Dizznees don't really like the Vackers at first, but once they grow to tolerate each other, they often have Seders together.

Kesler's deepest regret is that he couldn't find rhyming Hebrew names for all four siblings.

Anyway, it was supposed to be a joke when I said I was going to convert the entire Keeper crew to Judaism, but...

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Jewish Vackers

So, @cadence-talle​‘s fanfiction Sugar Snow and Peppermint Pathways had the Vackers celebrating Hannukah, and that sent me into a spiral of Jewish Vacker headcanons. So we’re either thanking Lynn or blaming her.

1) Della was raised Jewish and fully intended to raise her kids with Judaism as well. Alden was not Jewish and argued against this. No one listened.

2) Livvy, on the other hand, married Della with the intention of remaining non-Jewish but not interfering with the family’s traditions, but after learning more about Judaism she decided to convert.

3) Biana found the world’s sparkliest star of David necklace and now refuses to take it off.

4) Fitz has a teal yarmulke. (Am I spelling that right? Probably not lol.)

5) Fitz learns Hebrew really quickly. Biana doesn’t get as good at memorizing the letters, but all the prayers have pretty tunes so she memorizes those.

6) She gets through Yom Kippur without complaining, but goes absolutely insane at break fast.

7) Fitz complains all day, and also goes insane at break fast.

8) For Tashlic, Fitz brings as much bread as he can and apologizes for incredibly specific things that most people would forget about.

9) Biana doesn’t like recounting every bad thing she did, it upsets her too much, so she just yeets a loaf of bread in the water, apologizes for “everything I did badly,” and calls it a day.

10) Biana loves decorating the Sukkah. She also does most of the construction. 

11) Fitz loves baking Jewish foods. Rugelach, challah, sufganyot, anything. 

12) Both of them love Hannukah and always wear Hanukkah sweaters. Biana destroys everyone at dreidal and Fitz would sell his soul for extra latkes.

13) Purim is a close second for Biana’s favorite holiday.

14) The two of them introduced Keefe to Purim, and sorely regret it when he gets his hands on a grogger. 

15) Fitz loves making Matzah ball soup. On the other hand, he hates being unable to bake normal cakes and stuff over Passover.

16) Biana does the four questions and she does them flawlessly, despite forgetting them from year to year and having to relearn the day before the Seder.

17) For Fitz’s Bar Mitzvah, he decides to do as much as he can. He learns everything fairly quickly and is pretty confident right up until the day before, where he comes to the realization that he could make a mistake and basically freaks out.

18) He goes up onto the Bimah and freezes until he catches Keefe’s eye. For reasons unknown, Keefe decided to memorize Fitz’s parsha, so he starts mouthing the words as he gives Fitz a thumbs up. Fitz doesn’t mess up once.

19) His party is very low-key, just him, the keeper crew, and some parents hanging out and playing board games.

20) Biana’s party, on the other hand, is insane. She was so excited about the party that she nearly forgot she actually had to do the work too.

21) Like Fitz, she learns everything quickly, but she’s nervous from the start. Biana likes singing, but not in front of people.

22) Since she’s practiced with Fitz a million times, she decides to just focus on his face and pretend he’s the only one listening to her. It goes pretty well.

23) Eventually, she decides the party was worth it.

24) Biana is very, very bad at remembering to tie her hair back when she lights candles. It has caught on fire multiple times.

25) She started fasting for Yom Kippur early because Fitz was fasting and she was competitive.

26) All of their friends get roped into the more secular traditions. 

27) Just... Jewish Vackers.

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jewish dizznee hcs, ~purim edition~? literally can you imagine the triplet chaos-

Okay this took me a while but f u c k yes

(There’s also some Jewish Vackers and FedEx)

Holy shit, the triplets are so chaotic

They are extremely dedicated to booing Hamen 

One year, Dex decides to spend Purim at his boyfriend’s Fitz’s house, to get away from all the noise

But then he realizes he was weirdly fond of all the chaos, and it made Purim feel happy and familiar and fun

So Fitz and Dex went over to the Dizznee’s house help it has a name but I can’t remember what it is and celebrate with the rest of the family

Fitz is not used to dealing with the noise but it’s kind of fun. Purim with his family was nice but it’s never been like this.

When Kesler was trying to manifest a talent, he tried to trigger being a polyglot by learning a fuck ton of languages, and even after it became obvious he wouldn’t manifest anything, he kept learning Hebrew

So he can read the Megillah pretty well

Or as well as anyone can with the triplets screaming any time Hamen is mentioned.

When Dex was younger, he always spent Purim celebrations picking apart the grogger and trying to figure out how it worked this is 100% what I did by the way

And he builds them now that he’s manifested, in increasingly creative and elaborate ways

Juline loves the Purim story, it’s one of her favorites

She tells it in English (or Elf Language, whatever) for the benefit of those who can’t speak Hebrew (everyone except Kesler) 

And she makes little ice statues to help tell the story

Each of the triplets have very strong opinions about hamantaschen fillings

Bex loves apricot filling, Lex is partial to strawberry, and Rex will fucking murder anyone who tries to take the cherry ones

Dex just likes them all??? They’re all good!

Fitz tries teaching Dex how to bake hamantaschen. Dex is horrible at it but he has a lot of fun anyway

In conclusion: 10/10 would recommend spending Purim with the Dizznees

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Aro/Ace Fitz or Trans Biana!

Okay, I've already got a trans Biana here and aroace Fitz here but Biana would hoard names so here's a list

Yael

Zahava

Miriam

Nava

Liron

Yes they're all Hebrew names because I will die on the Jewish!Vackers hill.