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Today was not Chayanne’s day. Everyone in the house knew it, everyone could see it.

He was unusually quiet and had brought back his lunchbox full. His dads had tried asking him what was wrong but to no avail. The little boy just sadly smiled and said it was nothing. They didn’t push more, at least not now.

Tallulah noticed immediately that something was wrong. She would always wait for her older brother at the door when he came home for school. She’d have a new craft or show off a fun new animal fact she learned. Today she had learned how to make paper flowers and made one specifically for Chayanne. When he came in he just softly smiled and took the flower without a word.

She had so much she wanted to say, so many things she wanted to explain about the flower, but he just walked past her and to their room.

Throughout the day Tallulah, Phil, and Missa would come into the room to check up on him. Majority of the time however it was the little girl trying something new to get her brother out of bed and downstairs to play with her. No matter what she tried, she was met with a blank face and a shoulder.

“Is he mad at us?” She would ask her parents. Phil just shook his head and reassured her, “Your brother just had a bad day at school and needs some time alone. He’ll be alright, just be patient with him okay?” The child nodded.

Later at dinner, after a small talk with his papa Missa, they got him to come down to get some food.

Tallulah was sitting at the head of the table, to her left was Chayanne just picking at his food. Their dads were across the table talking quietly among themselves.

Everything felt hollow and numb. None of his senses felt like they were working, nothing felt right. But as always Chayanne kept his head down. Making a fuss about feeling nothing felt stupid and unneeded.

He had zoned out for so long he failed to notice the gentle taps on his shoulder until a small tiny voice poked through all the noise in his head.

“Are you feeling better?” Chayanne continued picking at his food. The fork in his hand consuming all his attention.

The little girl crawled out of her chair and pushed it closer to her brother. She got back up and sat on her knees. “I made you more flowers! I tried different colors in case you didn’t like the first one I made.”

Something tight in his chest started building up. His throat squeezed tightly, he drank some water to stop the feeling.

Tallulah tilted her head to get a look at her brother's face, it was stone cold, all besides his watery eyes.

She took her small hands and lifted his head up. He quickly shook his head and batted her hands away. Tallulah slinked back and reached over the table grabbing a small napkin.

By this point Missa and Phil had stopped talking, both silently watching and eating. They were ready to step in as they saw Chayanne turn away and scrunch up his face. He looked annoyed, upset, or maybe he was holding something back.

Phil opened his mouth to tell Tallulah to leave her brother alone, until Chayanne turned back to look at his food as tears began to fall. His face didn’t change, his demeanor unmoving. Missa set his food down to go up to his boy, but Tallulah got to him first.

She patted his face, her voice wavering slightly, “But am I still your best friend though?”

For the first time that dinner Chayanne looked away from his food. He couldn’t speak or talk. His mouth felt like it was sewn shut. So instead he looked into his little sister's eyes and nodded with a smile.

With the napkin in her hand she started cleaning away his tears. Chayanne kept crying but he stayed frozen in his seat. Everything was building up inside of him, his heart was twisting in on itself. He tried so hard to stop the tears, he tried to pretend that he was okay. But as his little sister continued to dab away at them, it all felt like it was falling apart.

He reached around to hug her, arms squeezing tightly around her. Tallulah returned the hug, dropping the napkin to hang on to her brother.

That’s when he began to sob.

He held onto her like a lifeline, body slightly jerking from trying to contain his cries. He buried himself into her shoulder letting all the pain he’s been holding in throughout the day flow out with every tear.

Chayanne and Tallulah except they’re Thor and Loki

Chayanne quietly leans up against the wall. Beside him Lullah was inputting a code that she had stolen from the GrandMaster into the door.

There were a lot of things swirling in Chayanne’s mind. After everything that had happened, losing their dad Phil and finding out they have an evil older brother, being with Lullah again after he thought she was dead was just another slap in the face, but one he was unfortunately used to. How many times will they go through this? How many times will he chase after his own sister just for her to stab him in the back and lie again? There’s a war going on at home and he has to get back, no matter how little it seems Lullah seems to care.

After a bit more silence he spoke up, “Hey so… listen uh… we should talk.”

Lullah stopped in her tracks. “I disagree.” She continued on with the passcode, “Open communication was never our family's forte.”

“Yeah you have no idea.” Both walked into the next room lazer guns drawn. “Been quite the revelation since we last spoke.”

A hoard of soldiers awaited them on the other side of the door.

“Hallo.” Chayanne smiled at them.

“Hola.” Lullah followed.

They both opened fire as everyone dropped to the floor. A string of stray lazers bounced off the walls and a yell from down the hall could be heard. As the first room of soldiers went down another group marched in guns already drawn. Chayanne and Lullah quickly dodged behind two pillars on the opposite side of the room.

Chayanne glanced over at her, she caught his eye, “Phil brought us together,” she turned to look back into the room before dodging back, nearly being missed by a blast, “ it’s almost poetic that his death should split us apart.”

One last look and the pair were marching back into the room side by side. Chayanne taking care of the ones in front and Lullah watching their backs as more soldiers ran in. They circled the room quickly and effectively getting to the other side where another input awaited. The goddess dropped her gun to use the code and behind her, Chayanne continued to fire.

“We might as well be strangers now.” She put in the code to the door closing them off from the soldiers behind, “Two kids of the crown… set adrift.”

Another door opens in front and a soldier walks out, gun pointed at Tallulah’s face. She raises her hands and backs up as the soldier follows suit. Right as he passes through Chayanne jumps from the side disarming him and knocking him out to the ground.

“Thought you didn’t want to talk about it?”

Lullah stopped to think for a second. No, she didn’t want to talk about it.

“Here’s the thing,” she began as she followed behind him. “I’m probably better off staying here on Sakaar,” she says as they both enter and ride up the elevator of the GrandMaster’s tower.

All too quickly Chayanne replied, “That’s exactly what I was thinking.”

Lullah was taken aback, her face twisting into one of confusion and curiosity, “Did you just agree with me?” This wasn’t the response she was expecting.

“Come on, this place is perfect for you.” A couple of years ago he probably would’ve thought differently. A couple months ago he probably would’ve asked her to come with him. “It’s savage, chaotic, lawless, hermanita you’re gonna do great here.”

“Do you truly think so little of me?”

There was a pause as Chayanne looked over into her eyes, she could see a wash of sincerity as he spoke with adoration, “Lullah, I thought the world of you.”

What?

“I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever but… at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.” Tallulah looks down as a feeling of sadness washes over her, Chayanne continues, “I don’t know maybe there is still good in you but let’s be honest our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It took Chayanne a long time to realize that. There’s only so much pleading he can do, and there's only so much fighting he can take. He’s mourned his little sister too many times and every time he does try to reach for her and pull her back into the light she loses her way. He tries to help, but all they ever do is hurt each other. If she doesn’t want to stay, then he has to let her go.

Lullah nods her head slowly, she’s in disbelief. He’s tricking her… he’s doing it on purpose. “Yeah… It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.” That should sting him, that should cause a reaction.

“That’s what you always wanted.” He says instead. Chayanne knows her games, he knows how she uses words to hurt him and get what she wants. He turns to give her a cheeky smile, does she really want to stay?

Tallulah takes a deep breath, yeah… that’s what she has always wanted. So why is she sad her brother isn’t asking her to stay? Why does it hurt? This is her chance to start over, to live outside of her brother’s shadow. She can finally be on her own, alone.

(A QSMP Death Family Tangled AU)

Missa, like Phil, was born with the essence of one of the celestial powers. Phil has the essence of the Sun, Missa was born with the essence of the Moon.

Throughout the centuries there was never anyone like them. The Sun and Moon stones were always gems used by others during wars and battles. Only those with the essence of the Sun and Moon could directly wield their power, otherwise, tools and gadgets were used to control said power.

What made Missa and Phil different? The power of the Sun and Moon Stones flowed through their veins. They didn’t need the stones to use their magic, in other words, they were the stones themselves.

Of course combined with the stones that magic was powerful beyond comprehension, and everybody wanted to control that power.

Missa, the Moondrop.

He was the one experiment that worked, the one that finally could harness the full potential of the Moon. Destruction lay in his wake, death in every corner. With the powers of the Moon he was able to make empires crumble to his feet, destroy villages with a sway of his hand.

But… thats not entirely what happened.

When word got out that the Sundrop was found, a certain group, panicked. The Sun was the only thing that could destroy the powers of the Moon.

Missa had to prove himself, prove he was the rightful owner, powerful enough to wield the Moonstone. His first mission: retrieve the Sundrop.

And that’s how they meet.

Finding Lullah (part 1?)

Tallulah could hardly breathe. The sounds of explosions rang through her ears causing her to scream in agony. Her voice was nearly gone, only a rasp left behind with every yelp and scream.

Everything was so loud and overwhelming. She tightened her hands against her ears, but nothing stopped the moans and cries of agony of the dead around her.

She had her eyes tightly sealed. If she ever locked eyes with one of the ghouls they would immediately run to her, their voices haunting her and yelling at her to help them. It was torture. And here stuck in the rubble of a collapsed building more souls awakened, reminding her of all the living that used to live among the walls.

Then, someone tapped her. She shrunk into herself and squirmed away from it. She refused to open her eyes, fearful of what she would see.

A voice, high pitched but soft, yells above the sound of the fighting going on, “You need to get out of here!”

Tallulah shakes her head furiously, tears making their way down her ash ridden cheeks.

She hears whoever was next to her huff and then runs off. The sounds of heroes and villains fighting continue on, but slowly it gets lost in the distance.

It feels like an hour or two goes by before the world goes silent, as silent as it could get with the sound of the dead roaming around.

Tallulah hears something land outside her hiding spot under the debris. She hears a pair of small footsteps run over followed by slower and bigger footsteps. By this time she’s hunched over on the side of her body, knees hiding her face from the world.

“Dad, right here.”

There is a loud sound of rocks being slammed down onto the floor, until Tallulah can feel the cold night air on her again. She hears the footsteps run towards her and stop a foot away.

“Hello!”

She whines.

“We aren’t here to hurt you, we want to help.” It’s the voice of a kid.

Another voice pipes up, deeper, clearly an adult, “Are you hurt?”

Tallulah squeezes further into herself, “It’s s- so- loud.”

The man speaks up again, “loud?”

“They won’t stop please- make them stop.”

The voice, the little boy, questions her, “but it’s only us here?”

Tallulah shakes her head, “No no no no! Not here-“ She hiccups, “ -in my head.”

“Oh.” She feels both of them get closer, “If you want to make them stop we have to get out of here.”

“Yeah!” The little boy excitedly continues, “We will get you out of here. I have some cookies baking back at my house if you want some? We can share!”

Tallulah slowly opens her eyes. Everything is blurry and hazy, but she can make out enough.

In front of her, crouched down, is the supervillain the Angel of Death himself. He is covered in all black and has a bucket hat with a veil that hides his features. Behind him, two gorgeous black wings lay, almost as dark as the night. The boy though, she doesn’t recognize. His identity is hidden behind a skull mask, he is covered in a black and purple hood. There are knives she can see hidden underneath.

Quickly she yelps and hides again, “please don’t hurt me please don’t hurt me.”

The Angel softly responds, “We aren’t going to hurt you mate. By chance, are the voices you’re hearing undead?”

“How did you know? Are you here to lock me up too?”

The boy gasps, “Wha- No! Who would ever do that to you?”

She stays silent.

“Do you have anywhere else to go? Someone we can call?” The Angel asks.

Tallulah stills for a second, then she opens her eyes and lets go of her ears. Slowly she looks around, the only people with her are the Angel and the boy.

The only thing she hears is the Angel and the boy.

A small smile crosses her face, “They- they’re gone. How-“

She looks over at the Angel, something about him feels… different. “You- it was you! How did you…?”

“My dad is pretty cool.” The boy nods proudly.

Tallulah looks in between the boy and the Angel, something about the both of them made her heartache. The way the Angel stands near him, wings almost encasing him. It looked so warm, he looked so loved.

The boy steps forward, one hand out, an invitation. “We can help, I promise.”

“Pinky promise?”

He holds out his pinky, “Pinky promise.”

I stood outside your door with flowers today. I rocked on my tippy toes and stared at the ground. I counted to 10 and took a deep breath in, I could do this.

I looked up at the entrance and raised my hands to knock. My fist never made contact with the door.

I imagined your face across from mine, I imagined your smile and your beautiful eyes. The way you smile and the way you look at me is all I could see. A face full of love and happiness, a face I didn’t want to change.

Because how will you look at me after I tell you what I have to say?

Once I knocked on that door I knew things would change and I didn’t want them too.

I was scared.

So when I took another deep breath the tears began to fall.

I dropped my hand and clutched on to the stems. I felt the flowers in my palms look at me in sadness and hunger. They held my face in their petals and soaked up my tears. Their stems fed and grew. They grew around my hands and down my arms. They clasped on to my legs and feet. I couldn’t move.

The flowers squeezed tightly until I couldn’t breathe.

It felt like a nice hug.

When my body became limp and my eyes closed shut, they dragged me away from your door.

Maybe next time I’ll knock.

When you’re immortal, time tends to blend. So forgive Missa for not remembering every person he’s ever talked to. Sometimes he can recall a face, maybe a name, and he’s able to recognize his fellow immortals. But when you’re a being that meets hundreds of dead every day for eons, things tend to leave his mind.

But this one… this one is different. Something about this hurts. Faint flashes cross his mind. A lifetime he has completely forgotten starts stringing along his brain. A sense of grief and loss rack over his body and it’s terrifying. He sees a duck floatie, black wings, and he sees a small bright red home at the edge of a beach. He hears a flute melody in the middle of it all.

Missa has encountered people he has forgotten before, but never like this.

The man before him shakes his head in disbelief. His breath starts to quicken as he looks around at the sky and the land, “no- no- how- how long was I asleep for?”

Missa tries to lighten the mood, “c’mon man! It couldn’t have been that long, you’re probably mistaking me for someone else. Let me help!”

Two shaky hands shoot out and grab onto his shoulders. The eyes before him scream in desperation.

“You- you are Missa the reaper. You are funny and you are kind yet you have a chaotic spark that wraps everyone in. I- We had a house and and- it was red and on the beach and and you- YOU LOVE PAINTING! You used to paint portraits of us and the kids and every night you’d sing us- them- a lullaby and- Missa it’s me.”

He stares into his eyes, searching, “it’s Phil.”

All Missa can provide is a slack jaw and a bewildered look. He tries so hard to dig into his mind and into his memories but no matter how hard he tries he can’t find a thing.

But his heart says otherwise. His heart says there is something here, it says this man means something to him. Something about the piercing blue eyes calls to him. Like the ocean or the sky he never seems to stop chasing. Even the black wings ring a bell throughout his body. Warmth and softness against his fingertips. Long nights under the cold breeze and wings there to keep him safe and comforted. A reminder of the crows that tend to keep him company from time to time.

One thing I feel like is forgotten or not mentioned much was how Chayanne LOVED the water. Hell, when asked what type of dragon he wanted to be he said he wanted to be a water one. He used to hang out all the time in the little pool his dads made him, floating away in the water. He also loved baths, one of the few eggs who didn’t complain and happily splashed along.

Though, that love and need to be in the water faded, quite fast. I think it also falls in line with how fast he grew up, how fast he had to mature because of Quesadilla Island. We’d get glimpses of it here and there, but never like those first couple of days.

Another time that stands out to me was when he and Tallulah went to go hang out with Bagi and Empanada for a bit. I remember this moment so well because for the first time in months we see Chayanne in the water again, floating to his own accord. He’s in a pond and he stays there for a while, Bagi watching him from a distance just smiling to herself at how cute he looked.

And then later on, when they’re on a new island, when Tubbo has died and Chayanne is in anguish… he throws himself into the pond in the back of the house and he begins to drown. He starts hurting himself. Chayanne has always found the water to be calming, as an escape. It’s always been a positive thing for him, something fun. So he slowly falls to the bottom, lost in his mind. He wants to stay here forever, in the calm serene water, and he starts to drown.

It’s why, although it seems like a small thing, I loved how Phil said they could always sit together at the dock when things got overwhelming. It’s right in front of the house, in Phil’s line of sight. It’s right on top of the water too, but not quite inside. It’s a way for Chayanne to be next to the water without hurting himself. And if he ever falls in, Phil is right next to him to keep him from drowning.

Missa isn’t possessive no… he just sometimes sees Phil talking and laughing with someone else and he feels his gut twist and jealousy crawl across his skin.

But no… he’s not possessive. And there’s no reason for him to be so jealous right? Phil loves him, he tells him all the time. Missa has no reason to doubt Phil’s love for him. In fact, there is nothing better than basking under the love and adoration that Phil casts on to him.

Phil’s love is everything to Missa. It’s so special and unique, the type of love he wants to wrap himself in and drown in. The type of love he never wants to let go of, the type he doesn’t want to share. It’s a drug he can’t get enough of.

Is he being over dramatic? Sure. But there’s no other way to describe the obsession and attachment Missa has grown to Phil. He likes to think it isn’t a problem and then he hears back what he says and mayybeeee he might be a bit insane. Or just over dramatic. Or just insecure over love.

Missa doesn’t know what it is about Phil’s love but sometimes he feels like he doesn’t deserve it. Enjoying and loving love feels wrong. Anytime he gets an “I love you” or a compliment it feels like a special treat, one he needs to hold on to because he believes it will disappear from one day to the next.

Every time he accepts Phil’s love he gets excited. That excitement is destroyed by one person: himself. He feels weird getting excited over it, he feels like it’s wrong to be this happy and excited over feeling loved. Because what did he do to deserve it? Why is he being so weird? Why is he so obsessed? Why can’t he be normal about receiving this love?

No matter how he interacts with Phil’s love it never feels right. It’s either too much or not enough.

And then it gets worse. Now he’s sitting here thinking, what if I scare him away? What if I already have?

Phil’s love feels like glass to Missa. One wrong move and he thinks he will lose it. For good.

So, Missa is careful. He tries not to get too excited about the love in front of him, tries to keep it to himself to not scare Phil away. But he also tries and returns the love enough to show he appreciates him, to show that the love isn’t taken for granted.

But he never feels like he is enough. Nothing he does feels like it is enough.

And what a fucking asshole he is.

This person is giving him the world and yet Missa can’t help but overthink it all. How could he? How could I think so little of Phil?

Why can’t he just appreciate Phil’s love for what it is like a regular person? Why does he overthink it all?

The same questions, and no answers.

Missa couldn’t tell you why he feels the way he feels. It’s a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces. He doesn’t think he will ever find them and that thought terrifies him.

Is this how it’s always going to be? Love is supposed to be beautiful, it’s supposed to be everything and more. So why does he feel like he’s suffocating? Like he’s ruining it all?

Missa wouldn’t exchange Phil’s love for the world. He’s done everything right. He’s been nothing but sweet and kind. Yet Missa’s mind always finds holes. And he knows, he KNOWS it makes no sense but he can’t stop. Because surely Phil will get sick of him. Surely Phil will find out how weirdly happy he gets with every I love you and kind remark. Surely Phil will find someone better.

Everything Phil does makes Missa’s heart flutter. It’s intoxicating. He always has a dopey smile around him, and if he could, he’d spend every moment and every second by Phil’s side. Whether it be talking, sitting, or sleeping, Phil’s presence next to his feels like the world finally makes sense.

The mere thought makes him want to claw at his arms. Every feeling he feels towards Phil makes him want to scratch at his skin and dissolve into a messy puddle. It’s too much. It’s too much on his mind and it’s too much on his heart. Missa feels so stupid. This type of over dramatic lovey dovey thought process is for teenagers in school going through hormones. He feels stupid and dumb for getting butterflies in his stomach. He feels icky and weird for the amount of love he feels.

And it’s not that loving Phil is weird, no. It’s that Missa thinks his love is too much. That whatever he returns will send Phil running. It’s why he sticks to paintings, he sticks to casual interactions and compliments. Missa doesn’t want to be too much but he doesn’t want Phil to be completely unloved. So he tries. Because Phil is everything to him, and he’ll try to show it to him in whatever way his mind allows it.

Missa will try and tell himself he’s not insecure. But the more he talks and looks back the more everything starts falling apart. He doesn’t want to be insecure. He doesn’t want to be a selfish and jealous partner and yet he always finds himself in those shoes.

Phil’s love is unique and exhilarating. Missa wishes he could keep Phil’s attention all to himself, he wishes he was the center of his world. Nothing makes Missa feel more like a selfish and entitled asshole than the jealousy that fires up in his veins when he realizes Phil is getting close with someone else, someone that’s not him.

He’s not possessive. He won’t go out of his way to control Phil, EVER. Phil can do as he pleases, and can talk to who he desires. Phil can have friends. Who the fuck is Missa to tell him who he can and can’t talk to? Missa knows, he KNOWS, how his thoughts sound but he can’t help but feel the darkness encompass his mind. It spreads and spreads infecting every inch of his brain and his heart. He feels rotten.

He’s rotten for ever thinking of looking through his things. He’s rotten for ever thinking of spying on his interactions with others. Missa is rotten for every thought he knows would violate his partners privacy like that. That’s not something you do to the person you love, he knows that. He wouldn’t want it done to himself. So no matter how insecure he feels, he won’t do it to Phil.

What would Phil think if he knew?

Phil deserves someone who isn’t so selfish and insecure. Phil deserves someone who doesn’t get their heart twisted and mushed every time he extends his love to someone else. Phil deserves someone who isn’t Missa. Anyone but Missa.

If anything he feels sorry for Phil. He’s sorry that he got stuck with someone who hides their feelings and prefers for everything to build up until they explode. Missa is sorry for feeling the way that he does. He’s sorry that he can’t love him the way he deserves to be loved.

Missa hates everything about this. He hates how miserable he feels. He hates the tightness in his throat, he hates the tightness in his heart, and he hates that he knows sooner or later he will lose Phil and he will be nothing more than someone else he was too afraid to hold tight onto. Someone else he let slip through the cracks.

Until then Missa will smile. Missa will say he is okay and that he loves Phil. Because he does. And he’ll hold onto this fantasy in his mind for as long as he can. He’ll hide all the dark and the ugly deep in his soul. He’ll cage it in the twisted parts of his heart. He’ll try to be perfect for as long as he can be.

Chayanne loved the ocean, loved the feeling of the wind blowing in his hair, the taste of the salty air, and the sound of the waves splashing against the ship's side.

Out here, in the ocean, he felt free. There was nothing holding him back. The waters were HIS domain, his home.

Nothing could drive Chayanne out of the sea. Not the deathly battles, the terrible storms, or even the monsters that lurked in the water down below. From krakens to leviathans the ocean harbored dangerous creatures. Some beings even seemed harmless, like the one currently under the waves.

The ship is not moving, it’s offshore of an island as the rest of the crew went out to gather some supplies. Chayanne stayed behind on the ship, leaning against the rail lost to the sounds of the water below. His eyes are closed, taking in every bit of the calm serene ocean.

Two slitted eyes peak above the water to the lone pirate on the boat. Mischief laced in the small smirk they display. The creature dunks back below water, swimming up to the ladder on the side of the boat.

Their scaley hands grab onto the ropes, tugging harshly making sure it is secured. They smile. Sharp teeth peek out of their mouth, a small hiss of happiness escapes as they hull themselves up into one of the safety boats.

The pirate above them is still unmoving, eyes still closed and unaware of the commotion below him.

The creature picks themselves up by the ship's edge, head peeking through the bottom of the rails. They reach for his feet, but before their claws could swipe at him he is jumping over the railing and onto the safety boat as well.

Chayanne takes out his sword and points it directly at the creature's head, “Didn’t think I could hear you?”

Below his weapon was one of the most dangerous creatures Chayanne thinks you would ever find at sea. A beautiful magical being that can fog your mind and entrance you. It was almost impossible to fight off a being like this, one that could haunt your memories, lure, and bait you. A being half human half fish. Shiny shimmery scales decorated their body from head to tail fin. They were ruthless as much as they were astounding. A siren, one song and Chayanne would be done for.

This one was smaller than most, a kid around Chayanne’s age. She had dark black hair and white and purple scales. A necklace with a red flower sat on her chest and a few bits of purple coral sprouted on top of her head below her gills. She looked like she was wearing a crown, and she also looked angry.

With one swipe she swished her tail and sent Chayanne flying off the boat into the water below. The siren growled and peeked over the boat into the water where the young pirate had fallen.

A big gasp and a cough came out of him as Chayanne broke through the surface, “That was mean.”

The siren rolled her eyes, “Oh shut up you pointed a sword at me first.”

“Because you tried sneaking up on me!”

“Yeah and I was doing a great job wasn’t I?” The siren flashed her teeth with a wicked smile.

“Sure you were.”

“What’s that supposed to mean??” She huffs and crosses her arms, cheeks puffing out.

Chayanne giggled, “I missed you Tallulah.”

She rolls her eyes.

“Now can you please help me up and get off the boat? The others are going to be back soon.”

“That’s no way to treat your little sister Chay. Besides, I can take care of myself.”

He sighs, “I know you can, I’m worried about them.”

She laughs, “Hust one little song? Pleaaaaseee.”

“Lullah!” He scolds.

“Fine! You’re lucky I love you.” She gives a half hearted side eye.

“Yeah yeah whatever, love you too. Now go, I’ll meet you at the cove as always okay? Just give me a day to get some things ready.”

“Okay okay I’ll meet you there, see you hermanito!”

“See ya!”

The siren jumps down into the water and waves to her older brother. One blink and she’s gone into the water below.

Chayanne smiles down at his wrist, a bracelet with a red flower as a charm. Tallulah had given it to him a long time ago, when they first had crossed paths. He was human, she was a siren, and yet they loved and cared for each other as any regular siblings would. The sea was their home.

Phil of course Angel of Death, he is so swift and quick that there are rumors that with one touch he can kill you just like that.

Missa who no one has ever seen his face but if you look into the void of his eyes your soul gets sucked up and destroyed.

Tallulah whose powers can be compared more to that of a medium. She can communicate with the dead and sometimes they help her with information or with deeds.

thank you that means a lot :]

I don’t think a lot of people realize that q!Phil is absolutely incapable of reading emotions specifically Chayanne’s. Especially when Chayanne hides them to act tougher and fine. It’s a double edge sword and it’s nothing that can be fixed if it’s not said to his face.

ex: when Chayanne said that he hated fighting q!Phil he IMMEDIATELY broke into “I’m so sorry” and apologized over and over again you can tell he felt HORRIBLE. He cracked the moment Chayanne started opening up about what he really felt.

q!Phil sucks ass at noticing when his kid feels a certain way and it’s something he KNOWS. It’s why they said they would open up to each other more because q!Phil just /cant/ read his kids minds. And Chayanne is trying his best to slowly let out his emotions and that’s GOOD.

It’s FINE. He doesn’t need to bleed right then and there. It will take time for him to process what happened and it will take time for him to open up and q!Phil will be there ready when he can.

And I know it fucking sucks to see it happen but I for one think it needs to happen.

q!Phil and Chayanne’s relationship is very unique and specific. They believe in each others abilities and trust each other to take care of themselves. Chayanne has always seen his dad as untouchable so imagine how he feels knowing that he’s not invincible?

Chayanne is a mirror image of q!Phil both in all the good and the bad. Things aren’t black and white as most people make it out to be and no q!Phil is not a horrible parent, he’s not a bad guy and no Chayanne does not think less of his father.

Having q!Phil in Chayanne’s life has been so important to his development and it’s been good. He just needs the balance that q!Missa brings. Because in all the flaws that q!Missa has q!Phil is there to pick him up and vice versa.

Certificate of adoption.

“Lullah!” She quickly hid the paper and sprinted back into the house.

She did want to tell her Papa Phil, but she was nervous. It wasn’t like the first time, Lullah remembers very well the day she asked Phil to take her in temporarily. He already had a kid, Chayanne, and she was just someone dropped off at his doorstep. She didn’t know what Phil would think or if he would say yes, but today she knows this will bring him glee.

So why was she nervous? Phil loved her, she was already a part of the family. Or maybe it’s excitement bundled into nerves. When Lullah first saw the certificate she couldn’t believe it. Finally, an official form to show who her family is.

Lullah knows who her family is. It’s been crystal clear ever since they’ve entered this new island. But something about the certificate makes it feel set in stone, it makes her feel secure. It feels like the last piece of the puzzle slotting into place. She gets to step back and admire the work and journey to finally get to this moment.

She gets to flaunt this certificate around, gets to be seen as Phil and Missa’s daughter by more than just the family. No more fighting for extra cookies, no more back and forth with the federation about their situation. Lullah knew in her heart she was officially part of the family, but every single reminder that technically, she’s not, felt like a prick to the heart. And now she has it, physical proof that this is her family. Something she can touch and see.

It’s silly really, it’s just a piece of paper at the end of the day. But she can’t help and read the words again and again. No one could ever doubt who her family is. Not the federation, not any outsiders, nobody. One last fuck you to everybody holding her back and tying her to her past.