Silverfoxes and Bunnies

Hi! I'm Tsuki, a writer, artist, and brainrot connoisseur. I just entered the world of Fanfic and Fandom last year thru Encanto. Anyhow, what will you expect here? My weird ass fanfics, art, and prompts for my weird ships. Enjoy my brainrots~

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Be My Lady Chapter 15

Lucius Malfoy was not a man prone to prayer. He had spent most of his life relying on intellect, power, and sheer force of will to bend the world to his desires. But today, as he approached the faculty room of Yaxley Academy, he silently invoked every deity known to both the magical and Muggle populations.

Merlin, Morgana, Circe, and Agrippa. The Fates. The Norns. God. The gods. Any divine being willing to grant him a reprieve from the impending disaster he was about to enter.

It had been nearly two weeks since that moment in the library. Since the words had slipped past his usually careful lips. Since he had all but fled, Apparating away like a coward rather than facing the consequences of what he had admitted.

He had told Hermione Granger—the woman he had spent years regarding as a nuisance, the woman who had married and divorced his son, the woman who had somehow become a fixture in his life—that he was falling in love with her. And then, like a fool, he had left her standing there with nothing but his panicked retreat.

Now, he had no choice but to return to work, to step into the same space she occupied daily, and pretend that he had not completely upended the careful balance between them.

The heavy wooden door to the faculty room loomed ahead, and Lucius exhaled sharply. Perhaps, if fate were merciful, she wouldn't be inside. Maybe she had stepped out for tea, or a meeting, or—

The door swung open before he could stop, and suddenly, a blur of brown curls and warmth collided directly into him.

"Ow."

The soft murmur came from below as Hermione staggered back, one hand pressed to her forehead, the other bracing herself against his chest. Lucius barely managed to steady himself, his hands instinctively reaching out, one grasping her elbow to keep her from falling.

She looked up, eyes wide with surprise, and in that instant, the breath left his lungs.

There she was.

Hermione.

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Chapter 37

Corban Yaxley Apparated just outside the wrought-iron gates of his estate, his heavy boots crunching against the gravel. He rolled his shoulders and straightened his flowing robes, adorned with intricate embroidery that marked his status, as he tried to calm the unusual sense of eagerness that coursed through him. It was a feeling he had no business indulging, not with the responsibilities of his position weighing on his shoulders. But no amount of composure could entirely suppress the thrill of finally returning home.

He muttered the enchantment to unlock the gates, stepping into the long, lantern-lit pathway leading to the estate. The air smelled of freshly turned earth and the faint aroma of flowering vines clinging to the house's stone walls. The lights in the windows glowed warmly, and the soft silhouette of the woman he had thought about far too often these past weeks moved past one of them: Luna.

Corban caught himself smiling, a rare and unguarded expression he only allowed in her presence. His stride quickened despite himself, the gravel crunching louder beneath his boots as he made his way to the front door. He entered quietly, the grand oak doors creaking slightly as they opened.

The warmth of the house enveloped him. His gaze immediately sought her, and there she was, standing in the sitting room with Moonbeam curled at her feet and Stardust perched lazily on the armrest of a chair. Luna turned slowly, her dreamy eyes meeting his with a serene expression that softened into a smile.

"You're back," she said, her voice gentle and lilting, as though she'd expected him but didn't mind the wait.

Corban's throat tightened, and he was momentarily unable to respond. He removed his gloves, tucking them into his robes as he stepped closer. His carefully maintained British accent faltered as he spoke, his Glaswegian roots slipping through. "Aye, lass. I'm back."

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Be My Lady Chapter 14: His Crime

"Hermione," he said suddenly, his voice almost hesitant.

"Yes?" she asked, her brows furrowing slightly at the unexpected seriousness in his tone.

Lucius hesitated, his throat tightening as he struggled to find the right words. Finally, he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Is it a sin… or a crime… if I fall in love with you?"

The question caught Hermione completely off guard. Her breath hitched as her heart seemed to skip a beat. She opened her mouth to respond, but words failed her. Her mind raced, trying to process the weight of his confession.

"Lucius, I—"

Before she could say more, Lucius stepped back abruptly, his face a mixture of regret and panic.

"No," he murmured, shaking his head as if chastising himself. "No, I shouldn't have said that. Forgive me, Hermione."

"Wait!" Hermione called, reaching out toward him.

But Lucius raised a hand to stop her, his voice tight with emotion. "I need to go."

And before Hermione could utter another word, there was a faint pop, and he was gone, leaving her alone in the library's quiet aisle.

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Be My Lady 13: Mistletoe

"Miss Granger! It's so pretty!" one exclaimed, tugging on her sleeve.

"Do you like it, Riley?" Hermione asked, her eyes sparkling with delight. "We're working hard to make it extra special this year!"

Watching from a few feet away, Lucius felt a sense of satisfaction he hadn't expected. Seeing Hermione's enthusiasm and the children's excitement warmed his chest. He continued to work quietly, even allowing a few students to help him by handing over ornaments and holding garlands.

As they moved further down the hallway, Lucius and Hermione paused to assess their work. The corridor was adorned with shimmering lights, sprigs of holly, and a beautiful wreath that Hermione had insisted they make together, complete with bits of ivy and small red ribbons.

"You have an eye for this," Hermione said, smiling as she added a few berries to the wreath.

Lucius's lips turned up in a half-smile. "And here I thought I'd lost my knack for… well, decorum."

"You? Never!" she teased, elbowing him slightly, the gentle teasing drawing a rare, genuine chuckle from him.

At that moment, a small voice from behind them piped, "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy—look up!"

Hermione and Lucius glanced up in unison, and there it was—a sprig of mistletoe hung neatly above them in the doorway, courtesy of some mischievous little hands.

"Oh no," Hermione muttered, her cheeks pinkening as she looked down at the small crowd of grinning first-graders and a few sixth-graders passing by.

A chorus of giggles and whispers broke out, some students daring to egg them on. "You have to kiss!" one of the sixth-graders declared, pointing at the mistletoe with an exaggerated grin.

Lucius's eyes widened a fraction, but he quickly masked it with a smirk as he looked down at Hermione, who was now turning bright pink, trying not to laugh or give in to the children's gleeful demands.

Hermione cleared her throat, glancing up at Lucius with a hint of amusement mixed with embarrassment. "I think they're just a little invested in this decoration, don't you?"

"Indeed," Lucius murmured, his tone light but with a slight edge of nervousness. He leaned closer to her, just a whisper away, and murmured, "You know, for the children."

Hermione's eyes widened, her pulse quickening as she caught his gaze. In the back of her mind, she felt a flutter, realizing how strange it was to see this once-imposing man calm and playful.

Before she could overthink it, Lucius moved his head forward and brushed a light, warm kiss against her cheek—a gesture that felt both chaste and unexpectedly intimate. The children erupted into squeals and laughter.

"Alright, alright, settle down now," Hermione said, patting the air to calm them, her face slightly flushed. "It's just a bit of mistletoe, that's all."

"But you're under the mistletoe!" one little girl insisted, her eyes wide. "That means you're supposed to be together!"

Hermione and Lucius exchanged an amused glance. "Well," Lucius said, putting on a very teacher-like tone, "mistletoe is simply a tradition, nothing more. Though I appreciate your… enthusiasm."

One of the sixth-graders gave him a knowing look. "You're blushing, Mr. Malfoy!" he smirked.

"I am most certainly not," Lucius replied, lifting his chin in mock indignation, which only made Hermione laugh more.

They eventually managed to disperse the crowd of students, though a few first-graders lingered, looking back at them with barely restrained giggles. Once the hallway was quiet again, Hermione let out a small, bashful laugh.

"I have to admit, that's not how I imagined the morning going," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Lucius let out a soft chuckle. "Nor I. It's been a long time since anyone dared to tease me." He paused, looking at her with an appreciative glint. "I suppose I'll have to be on my guard from now on… if only to ensure we're not caught under more mistletoe."

Her heart did a small, unexpected flutter, but she kept her tone light, nodding toward the hallway. "Then we'd better finish up here. And perhaps be a bit more cautious with where we stand."

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Be My Lady Chapter 12: Downfall

Draco Malfoy sat in his opulent office, his head buried in his hands as he massaged his temples, trying to alleviate the pounding headache that had become his constant companion over the past week. The room, decorated with dark wood and rich green accents, felt more like a prison than a sanctuary. His mind was a whirlwind of stress and guilt, the weight of his actions crushing him from all sides.

The birth of his daughter, Nova, had been a momentous event, but instead of basking in the joy of new parenthood, Draco found himself tangled in a web of chaos and despair. His newborn daughter lay in the NICU, her fragile life hanging by a thread, while he sat miles away, consumed by the ceaseless demands of his crumbling empire.

The phone on his desk buzzed incessantly, the screen lighting up with the names of various investors desperately trying to distance themselves from the Malfoy name. Each call was a dagger to his already wounded pride, each conversation a reminder of his failings. His affair with Pansy Parkinson, which had led to the birth of Nova, was now public knowledge, and the scandal had sent shockwaves through the wizarding world. The once-respected Malfoy name was now synonymous with betrayal and disgrace.

"Mr. Malfoy, we need assurances that our investments are secure. The public backlash is unprecedented, and the risk is simply too great," a stern voice crackled through the speakerphone. It was Nikolas Selwyn, one of his most influential investors, a sacred 28 patriarch. The impatience in his tone was palpable.

Draco took a deep breath, trying to steady his nerves. "Mr. Selwyn, I understand your concerns. I assure you that the Malfoy family has always been resilient, and we will navigate through this storm. Our financial stability remains intact, and I am taking measures to ensure that your investments are protected."

But even as he spoke the words, Draco knew they rang hollow. The truth was, he was barely keeping things together. The scandal had caused a mass exodus of investors, and the family's financial future was in jeopardy. The once-unshakable Malfoy fortune was on the brink of collapse. And it's all because of him. Centuries of power and wealth were shaken because of his stupidity.

"Your assurances mean little in the face of public opinion, Mr. Malfoy," Greengrass retorted sharply. "Your indiscretions have tainted your family's legacy, and we cannot afford to be associated with such scandal."

The call ended abruptly, leaving Draco in the oppressive silence of his office. He leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes as he continued to massage his temples. The stress was unbearable, but the guilt was worse. He had betrayed Hermione, the woman who had stood by him despite his past, the woman he had once promised to cherish and protect. He had thrown away their life together for a fleeting moment of passion, and now he was paying the price.

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Nodus Tollens Chapter 36

Luna sat in her quiet room, the soft glow of the early morning light filtering through the window, casting gentle shadows across the floor. The house was calm, save for the distant sounds of magical creatures rustling in the sanctuary outside. As she absentmindedly twirled the silver pendant around her neck, her thoughts drifted back to the older woman who had visited the sanctuary the day before.

"You carry more than just your own heartbeat, dear. Congratulations." the woman had said softly, her weathered fingers brushing against Luna's neck as she tended to one of the creatures.

Could it be true?

Luna rose from her chair, her hands trembling slightly as she smoothed the folds of her long, flowing dress. She wasn't sure what to feel—excitement, nervousness, disbelief. She had never imagined that she could be pregnant, not yet. Not with everything that had happened.

Her thoughts turned to Corban, who was away in Ireland, working to help the Irish Auror Department. They had learned to love each other, against all odds. What had started as a forced, uncomfortable bond had slowly, over time, become something real. Genuine affection had blossomed between them in quiet moments shared in the sanctuary and long evenings spent talking about the past and the future.

But Corban wasn't here now. And Luna, without her wand, would need help to confirm the older woman's words.

"Thistlewick?" Luna called softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

With a crack, the Yaxley family house elf appeared before her, his wide eyes gleaming with devotion and excitement. He had been part of the Yaxley family for decades, and was even freed by Corban, and yet the house elf stayed. He genuinely loved the little boy he had raised. His little frame bounced on his feet, his tailored uniform fluttering as he bowed deeply.

"Mistress Luna calls for Thistlewick! How can Thistlewick serve his most wonderful mistress?" he squeaked, his ears flopping as he looked up at her with eager anticipation.

Luna smiled down at him, her eyes soft and thoughtful. "Thistlewick, I need your help… again."

"Anything for Mistress Luna!" Thistlewick replied enthusiastically, his bony fingers wringing together in anticipation.

"There's something I'd like you to fetch for me. A pregnancy test," Luna said, her voice airy, as if she were speaking of something as simple as fetching tea. "The old woman at the sanctuary… she said something yesterday. I'm not sure if it's true, but I'd like to know."

Thistlewick's face lit up, his already wide eyes becoming impossibly larger. "A baby, Mistress Luna? Thistlewick will get the test right away! Oh, how joyous! How wonderful! I would love to raise another Yaxley heir!"

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Be My Lady Chapter 11

In a scandal that has rocked the wizarding world, The Oracle has obtained shocking new evidence that Draco Malfoy, once considered a reformed pure-blood elitist, has been carrying on a sordid affair with none other than Pansy Parkinson – and the scandal doesn't stop there. We can confirm that Parkinson is seven months pregnant, despite Malfoy's "amicable" divorce from his wife Hermione Granger being finalized only three months ago.

What was once believed to be a respectful, mutual separation between Malfoy and Granger, now appears to be nothing more than a charade hiding a betrayal of the worst kind. Sources close to the Malfoy family tell us that tensions have been running high for months, but nothing prepared us for the truth that would soon come to light.

The high-society couple, often regarded as a symbol of unity between former rivals in the post-War era, announced their separation earlier this year. Both Malfoy and Granger issued statements suggesting the split was mutual and civil, wishing each other "the best in future endeavors." However, behind the well-manicured facades, it appears Draco had other "future endeavors" in mind much earlier than the public knew.

In an explosive revelation, The Oracle has uncovered Ministry records confirming that Pansy Parkinson is in her third trimester, with her due date rapidly approaching. This timeline directly conflicts with the official divorce documents, which were signed just three months ago. Simple math raises unsettling questions – was Draco Malfoy entangled with his former Slytherin flame while still married to Hermione? The answer, it seems, is a resounding yes.

The Malfoy family, long known for its wealth, influence, and supposed rehabilitation, has now found itself drowning in disgrace. Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, is said to be livid behind the closed doors of Malfoy Manor, and was said to support his former daughter-in-law by giving a massive settlement from Draco's inheritance.

Sources close to the family allege that Hermione Granger, who has remained silent in the face of the growing controversy, was blindsided by the affair. Insiders suggest that while Hermione had agreed to an amicable separation, it was Pansy Parkinson's pregnancy that ultimately forced her hand, leaving no room for reconciliation.

But what of Pansy Parkinson? The once-vicious, pure-blood supremacist who bullied Hermione during their Hogwarts years has wormed her way into Draco's life, reestablishing old connections, and now carrying his child. Her reappearance has cast a shadow of suspicion over her motives, with many wondering if this pregnancy was a calculated move to secure a place in the Malfoy fortune.

For Draco Malfoy, this scandal threatens to dismantle the carefully crafted image he has worked so hard to build post-Hogwarts. Once aligned with Voldemort's Death Eaters, Draco attempted to turn over a new leaf after the Dark Lord's defeat. Marrying Hermione Granger, a Muggle-born and war hero, was a significant part of that redemption arc. But it appears old habits die hard, as Malfoy has returned to the company of pure-blood supremacists like Parkinson.

"The Malfoys have always been concerned about legacy, but now all they're leaving behind is disgrace," said one insider. "This isn't just a family drama; this is a full-blown catastrophe for the Malfoy name."

"Whatever public face they're putting on this divorce, it's a war behind the scenes," said a legal insider. "Hermione's done playing nice."

As for Pansy Parkinson, she has not yet made any public statement regarding her pregnancy or her role in the affair. However, it's undeniable that her silence speaks volumes. Is she biding her time, preparing to make her move once the Malfoy divorce is finalized? With Draco by her side and a baby on the way, Parkinson's reentry into high society appears to be imminent.

The revelation of Parkinson's pregnancy only adds fuel to the speculation that this affair has been going on far longer than anyone realized, possibly since before the cracks in Malfoy and Granger's marriage became public knowledge.

One thing is for certain – the Malfoy name may never recover from this scandal.

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The Subversive by Tsuki(HyenaPark)

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The Subversive Chapter 2

Hermione stood in the small kitchen of their modest apartment in Spain, the warm smell of freshly made tea filling the air. It was a peaceful morning, but that peace was quickly interrupted by the sound of Alcyone giggling from the living room.

"Alcyone?" Hermione called out, drying her hands on a dish towel. "What are you up to?"

"Mummy, you have to see this!" Alcyone shouted back, her voice full of excitement.

Hermione sighed, feeling a mixture of curiosity and dread. Alcyone had an active imagination, and in their quiet little corner of Muggle Spain, she often found creative—and sometimes chaotic—ways to entertain herself. Walking toward the living room, Hermione braced herself for whatever mess might await her.

When she stepped through the doorway, her eyes landed on the scene in front of her. There, on the coffee table, was the white ferret Alcyone had found injured just days ago. Only now, the poor creature was dressed in a tiny, frilly pink dress, complete with matching bows on its tiny ears. The ferret looked utterly mortified, its beady eyes glaring up at Hermione as if begging for mercy.

Alcyone was kneeling beside the table, giggling with delight as she adjusted the bows on the ferret's head.

"Alcyone," Hermione started, trying to suppress a laugh, "what are you doing to that poor ferret?"

"Mummy, look how cute she is!" Alcyone exclaimed, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief as she reached out to fix one of the bows. "I think she's a girl, Mummy. She doesn't have any balls."

Hermione choked on her breath, caught off guard by her daughter's casual declaration. She blinked a few times, staring at Alcyone, who was now proudly holding up the ferret, showing off its underbelly.

"See?" Alcyone said, pointing. "No balls!"

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The Subversive by Tsuki(HyenaPark)

In a world where Voldemort has triumphed, the Dark Lord now rules with an iron fist, using Harry Potter’s body as his new vessel. Harry's soul remains alive within, becoming a constant moral opposition to Voldemort, who cannot destroy him without risking his own life. The wizarding world has fallen into a totalitarian regime, and those who survived the war are either oppressed or forced into lives of servitude.

Hermione Granger, having lost Ron and her husband Viktor Krum to the Dark Lord’s regime, escapes into the muggle world with her 9-year-old daughter. Living in hiding, Hermione strives to protect her daughter from Voldemort’s forces while wrestling with her lingering grief and the crushing weight of her past.

The Resistance, led by a network of former Order of the Phoenix members and a new generation of rebels, is secretly trying to fight back against Voldemort’s regime. Draco Malfoy, once a powerful pureblood heir, has lost everything after Voldemort stripped him of his magical core, making him a squib. Now impoverished and powerless, Draco approaches Hermione and asks her to join the resistance, knowing that her intelligence and magical skills are their best hope to bring down Voldemort once and for all. Together, they begin to hatch plans to destabilize Voldemort's regime.

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Lucius x Hermione

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Be My Lady Chapter 10

His heart was pounding. It was irrational, even dangerous. This was Hermione, his former daughter-in-law, the woman who had been married to Draco. And yet, as much as he told himself it was inappropriate, he couldn't help the feelings that had begun to surface. They confused him, left him unsure of what to do, but in that moment, he decided to speak.

He cleared his throat, breaking the silence that had settled between them. "Hermione."

She looked up from her desk, her gaze curious. "Yes?"

Lucius hesitated, his fingers twitching slightly as they rested on the edge of his cubicle. He searched for the right words, something innocuous, but everything he wanted to say felt too heavy, too laden with the emotions he was struggling to contain. Still, he pressed on, his voice steady but softer than usual.

"I just wanted to say... you've handled all of this remarkably well." His eyes met hers, and there was a sincerity there that took her by surprise. "Everything you've been through—especially with Draco, and... everything else. Most people would be bitter, angry even, but you've carried yourself with grace."

Hermione blinked, not expecting such a heartfelt compliment from Lucius of all people. She shifted slightly in her seat, unsure how to respond. "Thank you," she said softly, her brows knitting together. "I suppose I just... didn't see the point in holding on to anger."

Lucius nodded, feeling his pulse quicken. "It's admirable," he continued, his gaze not wavering. "You've always been... strong. I saw that even when we were on opposite sides. But it's different now. There's a resilience in you—something that's... inspiring."

Hermione felt a warmth creeping up her neck at his words, a mixture of surprise and discomfort. Lucius Malfoy, complimenting her in such a way? It was unsettling, but also oddly touching. There was no trace of the condescension or superiority he had once wielded so easily. This felt... real.

"Thank you, Lucius," she replied, her voice a bit steadier now. "But I think you've changed too. You're not... the man you were. And you helped me a lot even while I was divorcing your son."

Lucius looked away for a moment, as if considering her words carefully. When he looked back, there was a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, something raw and unguarded. "I've had to change," he admitted, almost in a whisper. "Losing Narcissa... it forced me to reevaluate everything. My beliefs, my past, even the way I treated the people around me."

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Be My Lady: Chapter 9

Lucius Malfoy stood alone in the dimly lit gallery of Malfoy Manor, the heavy silence broken only by the soft crackling of the fire in the hearth. The room was lined with portraits of Malfoy matriarchs, stern and noble visages watching over the centuries-old lineage. At the center of the wall, surrounded by gilded frames and rich tapestries, hung the portrait of Narcissa Malfoy.

Her likeness was as striking as ever, captured in the prime of her life. Her platinum-blond hair was elegantly coiffed, and her piercing blue eyes filled with the grace and dignity that had defined her. Narcissa had always been the strength behind the Malfoy family, the unwavering pillar supporting Lucius through the darkest times. But now, all he had left was this enchanted portrait, a mere echo of the woman he had loved so dearly. This was the official post-mortem portrait, enchanted to hold a part of her personality and knowledge. But unlike the picture in the hall of ancestors, the portrait in their Master's bedroom is made by Narcissa herself.

This one in front of him felt hollow.

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Nodus Tollens Chapter 35

Luna, clad in the oversized shark blanket onesie he had given her at the start of their marriage, was darting around the room in a frenzy. The onesie, complete with a pointed fin and wide, cartoonish eyes, swayed comically as she moved, the fabric flapping around her small frame. Her long, straggly blonde hair spilled out from beneath the hood, which was currently askew, giving her an even more disheveled appearance. Despite the chaos, her bright blue eyes were wide with determination as she chased after two cats, who were causing absolute mayhem.

Moonbeam was hissing and swatting at Stardust. Moonbeam was clearly in heat, her fur bristling as she tried to evade Stardust's relentless advances. Stardust, undeterred by her sharp claws, was trying—quite unsuccessfully—to mate with her, his persistence only matched by Luna's growing panic.

"Stardust! No, stop it! Moonbeam doesn't want to—oh, please, don't fight!" Luna pleaded, her voice breathless as she attempted to separate the two cats with her hands. She had no wand to aid her, having been deprived of it along with other members of the Order of the Phoenix when the Dark Lord's regime solidified its control.

Corban couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, the corners of his lips twitching as he took in the utterly absurd sight. Luna's typically serene demeanor was completely undone as she stumbled over the hem of her onesie, her hands frantically waving as she tried to herd the cats away from each other.

"Stardust, please!" Luna cried, diving between the cats and managing to grab Stardust by the scruff. The tomcat wriggled in her grasp, meowing loudly in protest, while Moonbeam took the opportunity to leap onto a nearby armchair, glaring down at the pair with narrowed eyes.

"Luna," Corban's voice cut through the chaos, deep and authoritative, yet laced with an amusement he didn't bother to hide.