Luna : Alright, people, i don't care to meet them, you have until the end of the day to solve this simple exercise
[Luna stands up and shows off the board with a hand]
[Ami and Deva's eyes widen from just looking at the board, making Deva slam a palm onto her table in frustration]
Deva : What?! That's impossible. Not even the smartest kid in class could do it!
[Deva gestures towards the "Smart kid" who is also staring at the board with his eyes wide open. Luna sits back down, elbows on the desk, and clasps her hands together]
Luna : So they can go to the library, use the computers, or go out on the field. Your choice...
[Within seconds, they run outside the classroom so fast it creates a little wind impact]
[A ringtone plays on Luna's ear piece. Luna clicks it to answer. The layout: Y/N sits on a swivel chair behind a wide Moon tech computer setup at the base]
"Hey, how's the situation?"
Luna : No, "Hello, my love"?
[Y/N sighs through the ear piece while Luna has a smirk on her face]
"...Hello, my love, how's the situation?"
Luna : Chuckles, much better~ they're going to the spot, be ready to send in the shipment, and don't forget to record the fight with the drone
"Noted. How did you even manage to make them go there? You said that 'you have it under control' and i come to the conclusion it's definitely gonna be a 50/50..."
Luna : How cruel, do you not trust my process?
"Trust you? Yes, trust your process? No. You tried to test the princess's bodyguard combat for the first time by attacking them in a public space..."
Luna : What can I say, I was eager to know. Being a substitute in their math class was the easiest way to make them pick a decision between–
"Wait wait–What?! Substitute? How did you?–you don't even have the standard outfit for the Gwain College–...Are you wearing that outfit you showed me yesterday?"
Luna : The one you love so much? You know I did~
[Y/N groans, starting to blush so he places hand on his face]
"Don't say it like that, I just said I liked it–"
Luna : It doesn't take a simple minded person to know you were staring, darling~
"THAT–i was not staring–"
Luna : No no–Don't be ashamed, I'm extremely flattered~
"Oh my gosh, Just–wait... What happened to the actual Math teacher? I checked the schedule, she's supposed to arrive today"
Luna : Oh don't worry about that–
[Y/N sighs through the phone]
"Luna, we promised no one who doesn't intervene for today's mission get physically hurt–"
Luna : Janitor's closet.
———
[Cut to the inside of the Janitor's closet, The math teacher sits down while being tied up and her mouth is duck taped shut, there's a little plate of cheese and crackers next to her left by Luna]
———
[The Smart kid slams a piece of paper full of answers in front of Luna while breathing heavily. Luna leans in to give a quick check]
Luna : All of them are incorrect
A few hours later
[The base door slides open, Luna walks in, and sees Y/N sitting on the swivel chair backwards, watching the fight on the computer]
M!Reader : This kid's good, but he really needs to start learning how to blow punches, he has the golem ring for a reason
Luna : Chuckles, whose side are you on?
M!Reader : Yours, but I can't deny the kid has massive potential
Luna : I trust you got the video?
[Y/N moves his swivel chair to the side, shows the flash drive in his hand, and throws it at Luna. She catches it easily]
[Luna walks up to see the video on the screen. As she walks up next to Y/N to see it up close, she starts petting Y/N's hair, making his eyes widen]
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ㆍ When you start noticing Luna Lovegood, the girl everyone else overlooks, you don’t expect her to notice you back. But between quiet walks, late-night stars, and the kind of understanding that feels like magic, you realize seeing her might change everything.
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You first notice Luna Lovegood in the way one notices a shift in the air — something soft, unassuming, but impossible to ignore once you feel it. She’s sitting by the window in the Great Hall, alone, her hair catching the sunlight like threads of pale gold. There’s a daisy tucked behind her ear, and her wand is resting delicately beside her pumpkin juice as though it’s part of some ritual she alone understands.
You’d seen her before, of course. Everyone had. Looney Lovegood, they called her. Whispers passed around like sugar quills, sweet for the ones laughing, bitter for the one being laughed at. You’d never joined in, but you’d never stepped in, either.
Until now.
It starts with something small: her quill rolling off the Ravenclaw table and clattering to the floor right by your shoes. When you bend down to pick it up, she’s already looking at you. Not startled, not embarrassed—just seeing you. Her eyes are silvery-gray and wide, as if she’s been waiting for this moment all along.
“Oh,” she says in that dreamlike voice of hers, “you found it. Thank you. I was wondering if it would roll to you.”
You blink. “You were… wondering?”
She nods, serene. “The Nargles have been moving things today. They like to test my luck.”
You smile before you can help it. “Did you pass?”
“Perhaps,” she muses, tapping the quill against her chin. “They led it to you, didn’t they?”
It’s such an odd, perfectly Luna thing to say that you can’t help but laugh. She doesn’t laugh with you exactly, but her lips curl up faintly, and for a moment, it feels like you’re sharing something secret. Something quiet and kind.
That’s how it begins.
Over the next few days, you start noticing her more. In the library, where she hums softly while flipping through Herbology texts no one else ever checks out. In the corridors, where she walks as if the air parts just for her. Sometimes she stops mid-step to look out a window, smiling at something you can’t see.
You catch yourself slowing down when you pass her, wondering what it is she’s seeing.
It takes a week before you gather the courage to sit with her. The seat beside her in the Great Hall is usually empty, a sort of unspoken agreement among students that Luna Lovegood prefers solitude. But when you ask, “Mind if I sit here?” she just beams at you.
“No one ever asks that,” she says simply. “They usually sit over there.” She gestures vaguely toward the cluster of Ravenclaws across the table, chatting loudly and pretending not to notice her.
“Well,” you reply, setting your plate down, “I think they’re missing out.”
Her smile doesn’t widen, but her gaze softens, like sunlight through frosted glass. “You mean that.”
“I do.”
She studies you for a moment longer, as if trying to confirm something invisible. Then she goes back to stirring her porridge, adding sugar one slow spoonful at a time. “I’m glad you noticed,” she murmurs.
That becomes the pattern — your quiet lunches, your shared walks down to class, your small moments that no one else really sees. She tells you about the creatures her father writes about, the odd trinkets she keeps in her dormitory, and the way she thinks magic hums differently when people are kind.
And you tell her things, too—simple things, at first. What music you like, which subjects you hate, how you once fell asleep in the library and woke up with a book imprint on your cheek. She laughs softly at that, saying she likes how you tell stories, even the ordinary ones.
But it isn’t until one chilly evening, when the two of you are walking back from Astronomy, that she says something that makes you stop in your tracks.
“People don’t usually look at me,” Luna says, watching the stars with her head tilted back. “They see the odd clothes, or the cork necklace, or the things I say, but not me.”
You swallow hard, unsure what to say. The words come out before you can stop them. “I see you, Luna.”
She turns to you then, eyes glimmering like starlight caught in glass. “I know,” she says softly. “That’s why I like you.”
And just like that, something gentle unfurls between you.
Not magic, not exactly—but something that feels close to it.
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It happens gradually, like waking up before dawn — at first, you don’t realize the world has changed. You’re just aware of the quiet, the stillness, and the way something inside you hums differently when she’s near.
Luna becomes part of your days without trying to. She sits beside you at breakfast, braiding bits of mistletoe into her hair and telling you how thestrals prefer the edges of the Forbidden Forest. She walks with you to class, humming under her breath, never quite in step with anyone but somehow always matching your pace.
She has this way of existing, untethered, impossible to predict. And you start realizing that you look for her in every room.
That’s when the conflict begins.
You don’t mean to fall for Luna Lovegood. You don’t even know when it started. Maybe it was the way she listens without judgment, or how she never looks away when you speak— as though every word you say is important, worth treasuring. Or maybe it was the day she found you sitting alone by the lake, parchment scattered by the wind, and simply sat beside you, helping you chase stray pages without saying a word.
That was the first time you held her hand. Not because you meant to, but because your fingers brushed in the scramble, and she didn’t pull away.
Now, you can’t stop remembering it.
And yet, there’s the other side of it. The voice in your head whispering that she’s Luna Lovegood. People stare when you’re with her. They nudge each other, muttering about Looney Lovegood’s new friend. You catch it in passing — laughter that trails behind you like smoke.
You tell yourself it doesn’t matter. But it lingers anyway.
Because you know how cruel Hogwarts can be. And you can’t stand the thought of hurting her, of being another person who sees her differently when the world starts whispering.
Luna, of course, seems entirely unbothered.
One afternoon, you’re sitting together under the beech tree by the lake, your bag open, books scattered in a careless circle. She’s lying on her back in the grass, hands folded on her stomach, eyes closed. The breeze catches the edge of her skirt and the strands of her pale hair.
“You’re quiet today,” she says softly, eyes still closed.
“Just thinking,” you admit.
“About me?”
You freeze. “What makes you think that?”
She opens her eyes, smiling faintly. “Because you look at me like you’re trying to understand something you already know.”
The words hit you square in the chest. You want to tell her — yes, about how you can’t stop thinking about her laugh, or the way her hand fits against yours, or how she makes you feel lighter just by sitting beside you. But you don’t. You just shake your head, smiling weakly.
“Maybe I am,” you say.
Luna doesn’t push. She never does. She only tilts her head toward the sky, eyes following a cloud drifting lazily by.
“You know,” she murmurs, “when I was younger, I used to think the clouds were alive. That they floated down at night and whispered secrets into the ears of people who were kind enough to listen.”
“What kind of secrets?”
She turns back to you then, that faraway look softening into something startlingly real. “The kind that make you feel brave.”
You swallow hard. Because sitting here with her, you feel exactly that—brave.
The next day, she finds you in the corridor, her hand reaching out to tug at your sleeve. “Come with me,” she says, and before you can ask where, she’s already leading you up a staircase that seems to move of its own accord.
You end up in the Astronomy Tower. The view is breathtaking—the whole castle bathed in late afternoon light, shadows spilling over the grounds.
“I come here when the noise gets too loud,” Luna says quietly. “It’s easier to breathe up here.”
You glance at her, seeing how the sunlight paints her hair silver, how her expression is both calm and achingly open. You’ve never known anyone like her—so unafraid to be strange, so completely herself.
And you realize, suddenly, that the conflict you feel isn’t about her at all. It’s about you.
You’re afraid—of being seen, of caring too much, of letting her mean something.
But when she looks at you, really looks, all that fear starts to unravel.
“Thank you for noticing me,” Luna says softly, almost to herself. “I think I forgot what that felt like.”
You want to tell her that you couldn’t not notice her if you tried. That you’ve tried to convince yourself this is nothing, but it feels like everything.
Instead, you say, “You make it hard not to.”
She smiles then, wide and bright and real.
And as the wind picks up around you, carrying the scent of grass and sky, you think—maybe this is what the clouds whisper about.
Maybe this is what it feels like to be brave.
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The nights are beginning to cool, autumn threading itself through the air with each passing breeze. The castle feels different at night, quieter, gentler. You and Luna have made a habit of wandering after curfew, barefoot down the stone corridors, your laughter kept just low enough not to wake the portraits.
You’re not sure when these late-night walks became a ritual, but they feel like something sacred.
Tonight, she leads you again to the Astronomy Tower. The stars spill overhead in endless silver, the moon cutting a soft glow across her face. You’ve both brought blankets and a handful of chocolate frogs you nicked from the kitchens. Luna lets one hop away just to “see where it’s going,” and you can’t stop laughing as she waves it goodbye.
When you finally settle down, you’re sitting shoulder to shoulder, wrapped in the same blanket, warmth pooling between you. The silence isn’t uncomfortable. It never is with her.
“Do you ever feel,” Luna says after a while, “like you’re meant to find certain people? Like the world folds itself in half just to make sure you meet them?”
You glance over. “Is that what you think happened with us?”
Her smile is soft, thoughtful. “Yes. I think you were meant to find me.”
You feel that familiar ache in your chest again, the one that’s been growing quietly since you met her. You want to say something, but the words feel too big, too clumsy for a moment this delicate.
Instead, you whisper, “And you were meant to find me.”
The wind shifts. Luna’s hair brushes your cheek, silken and cool. She doesn’t move away, and neither do you.
For a long time, the two of you just sit like that, breathing the same air, your fingers brushing in the space between. You can feel her heartbeat, faint but steady, a rhythm that somehow syncs with yours.
“I used to think being alone meant I was strange,” Luna says quietly. “That people looked through me because there wasn’t anything to see.”
You turn to her fully. “They were wrong.”
Her eyes meet yours — silver, steady, luminous. “You really see me, don’t you?”
It’s not a question that needs answering. You think she already knows.
But still, you nod. “I do.”
And then she smiles, small and trembling, like the moment before a candle flickers out. “I see you too.”
Something in you breaks open at that, something soft and long-hidden. The air between you feels charged now, alive with every unspoken thing that’s been sitting quietly in your chest.
Without thinking, you reach for her hand. She meets you halfway, fingers curling around yours as if they’ve always belonged there.
The world seems to hush around you.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had this,” she says after a while, voice barely above a whisper. “Someone who makes me feel… real.”
You squeeze her hand gently. “You are real. You always were.”
The silence after that isn’t empty — it’s full. The kind that hums with meaning. The kind that feels like a heartbeat.
And somewhere in that silence, you both realize it—quietly, fully. That whatever this is between you, it’s already begun.
She shifts closer until her head rests against your shoulder. You can smell her hair, faintly of rain and wildflowers. Her voice comes softer now, almost sleepy.
“I think the stars are jealous,” she murmurs.
“Of what?” you ask, smiling into her hair.
“Of us. We shine brighter tonight.”
You laugh under your breath, holding her hand tighter. The stars glitter overhead as if they’re agreeing.
And for the first time in a long while, you don’t feel like you’re looking for something—you feel like you’ve found it.
— kick boxer!reader who regularly gets help bandaging his wounds by his ‘acquaintance’, albeit with reluctance.
— there’s always, ALWAYS, a price you have to pay them when they do. whether it’s something that’ll cost you everything in your wallet or a simple ‘small’ favor that will increasingly stack up for when the moment is right.
— you always worry them beyond comprehension, but they’d never willingly admit it aloud. they watch all your training sessions, come to all your matches, and helps you through every single one.
— kick boxer!reader who absolutely loves what he does, so no matter how much his ‘acquaintance’ detests the violence he has to go through they’ll never truly want him to quit.
— they loved seeing the glint in your eyes when you had a match. from the twitch in the corner of your lips to the beads of sweat that slid down your skin, they loved it all.
— asking you to give it up was like asking you to change the part they loved about you the most.
— kick boxer!reader who broke his leg in a fight and had to be nursed back to health.
— they didn’t HAVE to stick by your side. nor did they have to lose sleep numerous nights worrying about you. but they did.
— kick boxer!reader who’s aware of how selfish he is to allow them to do this— he can’t help but love the attention they give him.
— your dedication to your sport left you with few people left willing to be in your life. you always put yourself first— never them. those who couldn’t stand it, left.
— you’d never blame them, for you’d do the same if you were in their position. which is why you just couldn’t understand why your ‘acquaintance’ is going so far for you.
“you don’t need to do this for me, y’know.” you mutter, voice hoarse from the lack of conversation over the past few days.
“if i don’t, then who else will?” they question, grabbing a pillow you were now all too familiar with to place under your leg. you wince before relaxing your shoulders and letting your head fall back.
“..you’re right.” you add after a moment of silence. they sat in a chair next to you, having refused every offer to rest in your bed.
“i assume i’ll have to pay for this as well?” you joke, your fingers fumbling with each other quietly as your brain searched for some kind of entertainment.
“im doing this because i want to, so don’t worry too much about it.”
you blink, slowly turning your head to face them. they were already staring at you. their hand raised to your cheek, their thumb ghosting over your busted lip gently.
leaning into their touch, you watched as their gaze softened the tiniest bit before their hand quickly retreated.
“i’ll go get us some food.”
sampo koski. ishigami senku. luna wright. sakura haruno. tsunade. kim dokja. lauma. chishiya shuntaro. nami. rosaria. tamsy caines. saiki kusuo.
You were the middle sister of the two and known as the princess of eclipse as you were a balance between your older and younger siblings. The spot light was really for you as your sister’s were the spot light, but you did have many ponys that adore you and worshiped you.
But you remember the day was your younger sister luna wasn’t happy as they pony’s they ruled over didn’t enjoy her night like her or you did. You didn’t mind that most pony’s slept in the beautiful nice. You try reasoning with your younger sister but she didn’t listen as went to comfort Celestia about it.
By the time you had made it to yours sister, it was too late. Celestia had sent Luna to the moon for a hundred years.
HIYAA, im kinda scared to request lmao but could u do cg headcannons for luna (mlp) and Shane (sdv) ? If not thats ok ^^
HI!!! It’s okay no need to be scared I love requests ^^!! Ofc!! I can do Luna, unfortunately I don’t know anything about sdv haven’t played it T_T
Cg! Princess Luna
nicknames: “(little) star/starlight” , “lavender” , “nightshade” , “my shadow” , “my star” — lots of nicknames but uses them sparingly around crowds
Loves to giggle and let loose around you
She hums to you a lot, she loves singing to you and if she can’t she’ll get you a tiny wind up music box. She likes singing “rises the moon” by liana flores.
She collects lavenders, lilacs, and hyacinths. She puts them in your room and places you commonly go to so you smell them. She hopes it makes you calmer.
Shes big on flowers if you don’t know already. Tending to flowers to give to you is her biggest love language
Taking care of things like tasks while you regress makes her happy. She doesn’t want her little starlight worrying about anything while under her care. Plus having things to do keeps her away from any bad thoughts
Gift giving and acts of service are her love language
You make her happy and even in her nightmares you’re always there. Being her little star in the sea of darkness she calls her mind.
She likes to read astrology facts or stories about herself or other ponies she finds admirable. Her favorite is mistmane
She likes to dance and dress up with her star. She usually does calm gentle dances rushes it into rapid but finishes it off calmly and turns into cradling you into bed.
Her favorite part of the day is always putting you to sleep
She makes sure you never have any nightmares. All your dreams will be happy and whimsical
She journals everyday about anything that happens. She mostly talks about you. “ Journal entry #394 - today lavender had a relaxation day. They ate three meals, drank lots of milk and water, and was taken care of fully. A peaceful day, it was good. My thoughts were at bay today “
She knows how to play the piano and if you ask she’ll gladly play it for tou while you sit near her
Hi guys, going through some things irl so posting might be on and off ^^’ tysm for the request!! Requests for cg! Character x little! Reader /p is always open!!
when you initially asked her out she thought it was an awful prank, but upon discovering that you were serious tried her best to “not mess things up”
constantly making you handmade love notes and cards
making matching half heart pins so you each have one on your bags
sticking up for her when someone is rude
taking long strolls in the forbidden forest and befriending the thestrals and unicorns
she’s very private about your relationship because she doesn’t want anyone to make fun of you for choosing to be with her
going bird watching because she’s exceptionally good at repeating the calls
having her repeat herself when she speaks because she’s overly excited when she discovers something new
she daydreams about you constantly
sneaking out late to watch the stars through the telescopes in the astronomy tower; charting the stars and planets every time you sneak out so she never forgets how the world was when she was with you
always praises your imperfections
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