{FIRST PERSON POV}
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{MORDRED POV}
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FUCK NOIR! FUCK MOM! FUCK SAPHRON! FUCK EVERYONE!
How dare they let the great Mordred Arc suffer through a despicable, evil, horrendous, stupid, mean, bitchy, assholey, fuckey disease!
Fuck motion sickness. Why the fuck am I the only one in the entire family who has this shit? Jaune used to have it when he was a fucking little brat, but he lost it when he unlocked his Aura!
This shit is not fair. I unlocked my Aura, but I still have this stupid-ass motion sickness!
I never get motion sickness when I'm fighting, even with how fast I move. Jaune told me that my motion sickness is something that's called a placebo effect....
Fuck him and his nerdy mumbo jumbo. Why the fuck would I believe in some nerdy mumbo jumbo bullshit? No way. Absolutely no fucking way!
This shit is not some made-up, fake-ass mumbo jumbo bullshit! My motion sickness is because of a curse! A curse on the Arc family!
The curse obviously only targets the greatest, the most intelligent, the most beautiful, the strongest of the Arc family! And that is obviously me!
Shit.... "Hueeeeegh." I cover my mouth to try and hold back the vomit while Jaune massages my shoulders.
"Come on, Mordred... hold it in for a few more minutes. We're going to arrive at the park soon." He tried to console me, but fuck him. If he massaged me better, I wouldn't be in this situation. You know what? I'm going to tell him that straight to his face.
"If only you fuc- Hueeegh!" I got cut off as a surge of vomit tried to push out of my mouth.
"Mom! Please drive faster! I don't want her to vomit on me!" Jeanne panicked as she tried to become one with the side of the car from how hard she was pressed against it.
As for why? Well, conveniently, with Jaune massaging my back, I had to turn my body to face her, which put her in what I like to call the splash zone.
Jaune experienced what it was like to be in the splash zone last night when we came back home.
His shirt is still on the clothesline right now, screaming vengeance for what happened to it.
"Shut the fuck up, or I'm gonna vomit on you, you soft twat!" I can't see it, but I know my face is fucking green right now.
"Mom! Hurry up! She's going to vomit!" The so-called soft twat backed away even more in panic.
"Come on, Mordred... don't scare her like that..." Jaune tried to calm me down, but unfortunately, I'm not the type to calm down, even if his massages are fucking delightful!
And you know what's funny about all of this? The others are silent. You know why?
Because they don't want to be in the splash zone.
{20 minutes had passed}
As soon as we reached the park, I climbed over the seat and stepped on Noir. "Aaaah!" I shouted as I got out of the car.
"Land! Sweet, sweet land! Oh, how I missed you!" I kneeled on the ground and started to sob, then stopped as my eyes widened.
"Shit.... my stomach is bubbling..." I ran to the nearest trashcan and started to vomit my stomach out.
"BLUEWEEEGH! WROOOWJFKWBEKA!" I swear to fucking God, I started to vomit rainbows.
In the background, I could hear the rest of the family getting out of the car and leaving me to my misery as they entered the park.
Well, not all of them, obviously. My sweet, sweet, kind little brother stayed behind and walked up to me before he started to rub my back. Of course he would. He's my favorite, and as much as he wants to deny having a favorite, the whole family knows that I'm his favorite too. We're basically conjoined at the hips after that dumb fucketardo bastardo stupido father of ours did what he did to him....
Well, fuck him... and fuck the others too!
I don't need the others. Fuck them for leaving the great Mordred Arc! All I need is Jaune! We're the dynamic duo! The sequel to UNO! The number after one! The two peas in a pod!
"Come on... let it all out..." he continued to rub my back and whispered to me. "Look on the bright side. You can watch as much as you want later."
This little shit thinks he's funny, huh? I might have chuckled a little, but he won't know that, because the power of the great Mordred vomiting will snuff out any sound of chuckling!
"Fuck yo- BLUEEEEEEEGH!"
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{3rd Person POV}
"Are you sure it's okay to leave Jaune to take care of Mordred?" Jeanne asked her mother, because even though she wasn't as close to Mordred as Jaune was, she still cared about her.
"It's okay, Jeanne. Mordred is in good hands. Or have you forgotten how they're basically conjoined twins?" Saphron answered in place of their mother, who chuckled while carrying Olivia, because if no one carried Olivia, she would wander off to God knows where.
"Come on, kids. You know that Mordred would only listen to Jaune," Luna told them. "Mordred only listened to me because I'm her mother, but she listens to Jaune because she wants to." She let out a sigh, because on one hand she loved how close those two were, but on the other hand she didn't like how distant they were from the others.
Before the incident, Jaune always made sure to play with all of his siblings, but now Luna didn't think she ever saw Jaune even dance with Saphron anymore. Before the incident, he danced with Saphron every day without missing a single beat, but nowadays he was always out in town helping people, or out with Mordred in places only the gods knew. It wasn't that Jaune didn't bond with the rest of his siblings anymore. He always tried to be there for them. If Noir asked him to play, then he would. If Jeanne asked him to teach her math, he would. If Artoria asked him to cook for her, he would do it with gusto. It was just that compared to his bond with Mordred, the rest left much to be desired.
It wasn't that his bond with Mordred was a bad thing in her eyes. She just wished the rest of her children were as close to each other as Mordred and Jaune were.
Luna sighed and shook her head, because she didn't want to dwell on it. She had better things to do, like making sure the children had fun today and keeping their minds off what happened.
Deep down, she knew Miles should have handled things better this morning. That man was like a swinging wrecking ball: all force, no restraint, and no thought.
"Come on! Come on! I want to feed the ducks! Come on!" Noir started to drag Blancheur. "Awawawawa..." was all Blancheur could say.
Saphron sighed. "Come on, Jeanne. Let's go to the flowers," she told Jeanne, then turned to Luna and set the picnic basket on the ground.
"And Mom, give me Olivia. You can rest while I take these two to the flowers." She offered, and Luna smiled as she handed Olivia over to Saphron.
"You kids have fun and stay safe, okay? I'll be under the tree, you know the one... the usual." Luna picked up the basket and motioned toward the huge tree that had become the family's favorite resting spot whenever they came to the park.
"Okay, Mom!" Jeanne answered, and she and Saphron, carrying Olivia, walked away.
As the kids walked off, Luna headed toward the tree and found herself thinking about it, and about how special it was to her.... and to Miles too.
The kids probably thought they chose this spot because it had shade and a nice view.
That was part of it, but not the biggest reason. The biggest reason they always picked this tree was because this was the same tree that Miles proposed to Luna under.
When she arrived, she rolled out the picnic blanket, set the basket down, and sat.
"Hmm.... I love my life..." she said to herself. "I have eight children, a home, and a loving husband. What more can I want? Well... there are things that could be better, like Miles and Jaune... their connection..."
She sighed, because sometimes she wanted to throttle her husband for being an idiot. She knew he meant well, but there were better ways to do things.
Just look at what his "ways" got him: a daughter who was angry at him and overprotective of her little brother, and a son whose heart and dreams had been broken by his own father's decision.
"He really should have done it another way... what he did is something I know his father would have beaten him for."
She remembered how spirited her father-in-law was. Even in old age, he never backed down from a fight.
Luna chuckled as she remembered how gentle he was. When she was pregnant with Saphron, he treated her like a queen, bringing her food and anything she asked for.
But the same couldn't be said for how he treated Miles when she was pregnant. He was a slave driver. If he saw Luna trying to work, even something as simple as plating her own food, he would give Miles a brutal scolding and order him to massage Luna's legs.
It was unfortunate that he only lived long enough to see her pregnant with Artoria before he died on a mission with Miles.
He was a good grandfather, better than any she'd known. It was the reason she named Jaune after him: John Arc... Jaune Arc. She even named Jeanne after him too.
She knew for a fact that Jaune would have been his favorite.
John was spirited, but he confided in her that he always wished he had a son who was smart, kind, understanding, and loving. Sadly, Miles only checked two of those boxes: kind and loving. As for smart and understanding, her husband wasn't winning any sort of prize anytime soon. And after the whole stopping Jaune's training fiasco, she couldn't call him understanding. If he were, he would have tried another way to train Jaune, and if he exhausted every method, he would have created a new one.
Jaune, on the other hand, checked all four. Smart? He was top of his class. Kind? He might not be as gentle as Jeanne, but he was kinder in his own way. Jeanne didn't look like it, but when she was angry, her tongue could be sharp. Understanding? Jaune forgave his father, for God's sake. If her father did that to her, she would be angry for years. Jaune understood why his father did what he did, and he forgave him. Loving? Jaune loved everyone he met. The whole town could attest to it. Ever since he was four years old, he had a heart too big for him.
Luna sighed and watched Noir and Blancheur as they fed the ducks. "If only you lived, John... you would love all of your grandchildren. You would probably be their favorite rather than Miles and me..."
"Sometimes, good men die too soon for the world to appreciate them."
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