Persephone (Loud House Fanfic) (Everyone)

The Loud family poured into the Royal Woods planetarium like a storm wearing sneakers. Kids chattered. Bags rustled. Luna was already squinting up at the glowing dome like she wanted to write a song for it.

Mr. Loud clapped his hands. “Alright, everybody. Quiet once the show starts. This place is very serious.”

Luan grinned. “Perfect. I brought my serious face.”

The main theater lights dimmed, and the ceiling bloomed into a black sky stitched with stars. A guide named Ms. Vega welcomed them and began explaining constellations, star clusters, and the history of distant light. The Louds behaved for almost eleven whole seconds.

Then Lola whispered too loudly, “I bet I could name a constellation better than the people who already did.”

“You would name it after yourself,” Lisa said.

“Obviously,” Lola replied.

“I’d name it after fashion,” Leni said. “Something elegant and sparkly.”

Lynn snorted. “I’d name it something tough. Like Punch Star.”

Luan threw up a hand. “I got this. Starry McStarface.”

Everyone groaned at once.

“Classic,” Luan said proudly.

Ms. Vega smiled with the strained patience of someone who had met children before. “Actually, we have a special telescope view tonight. A new star candidate was just spotted in a distant field. We are still confirming it.”

Lisa’s head snapped up. “A new star? Here? Now?”

“Potentially,” Ms. Vega said. “It could be a variable, a flare, or simply an artifact in the data.”

Luan leaned toward Lincoln. “Artifact? That’s my word for when I leave a joke in the room and nobody appreciates it.”

Lincoln ignored her and watched Lisa practically vibrate.

The family was led to a side observation room lined with monitors, charts, and a large computer terminal showing a live feed of the sky. Ms. Vega explained the equipment while Lisa took notes without being asked, which was usually the first sign of trouble. The others crowded behind her in a knot of elbows and opinions.

Then Luan pointed.

“Wait. That spot wasn’t there before.”

Everyone turned.

On the screen, a tiny white speck trembled against the dark, pulsing faintly. Not a planet, not a known object, not one of the labeled stars. It was just there, bright and brand new, as if the sky had winked at them.

Lisa pushed her glasses up. “That’s impossible unless the previous scan had an error.”

“Or unless the universe wanted to surprise us,” Luna said.

Leni clasped her hands. “Oh! It has such a cute sparkle.”

Lynn squinted. “I don’t trust it.”

Luan gasped. “I do! And I claim discovery rights by virtue of being the funniest person in the room.”

“No you don’t,” said Lincoln.

“Yes I do.”

“No, because you were standing on my foot when you said it.”

“That only improves my authority.”

The argument spread like popcorn. Lisa insisted they needed measurements before anyone named anything. Lynn wanted a name that sounded strong enough to win a fight with gravity. Leni suggested “Shimmerella.” Lola proposed “Loud Vuitton.” Luna offered something poetic and doomed. Lincoln suggested waiting until the data was confirmed. Luan suggested “Pun-derbolt,” which made even Lily laugh.

Ms. Vega lifted a finger. “Usually the privilege of naming belongs to the discovery team.”

Luan grinned. “Excellent. I am team comedy.”

She leaned close to the monitor, studied the blinking speck, and announced, “I name it Lu-nar You Later.”

The room went dead.

Then the chaos hit.

“That is not even a real name!” Lynn protested.

“It is too real,” Lisa said. “It is scientifically offensive.”

“It’s adorable,” Leni said.

“It sounds like you’re leaving the star a voicemail,” Lincoln added.

“It sounds like a threat,” Lucy murmured from the back.

Luan placed a hand to her chest. “You all hurt me with your lack of appreciation for astronomical artistry.”

“Your artistry is in jail,” Lynn said.

Luan pouted. “Okay, rude. Then I vote for something with more class. Like... Comet Sans Sense.”

“That’s worse,” Lori said.

“Or Starry Knight,” Leni offered.

“Too medieval,” Luna said. “What about Velvet Supernova?”

“Too dramatic,” Lori replied.

Lily clapped at the blinking speck.

Everyone paused.

She pointed at the star and said, “Pretty!”

That dissolved some of the tension, but not enough to stop the bickering. Names flew faster than shooting stars. “Nova Jokes.” “Orbit-ually Mine.” “The Great Big Bright Thing.” “Moonstruck McSparkle.” Every suggestion got louder and sillier, until the whole room was talking at once and Ms. Vega was rubbing her forehead.

Then Mr. Loud cleared his throat.

The family went still, more from surprise than obedience.

He had been listening with a tired smile, arms crossed, a little amazed by his own children and all their noise. He looked at the glowing speck on the screen, then at his family, and finally at the guide.

“I think,” he said, “we’re going to call it Persephone.”

Silence.

Even the guide laughed, because the name sounded ancient, elegant, and just odd enough to stick.

Luan blinked. “Persephone? That’s not even a joke.”

“No,” Mr. Loud said. “But it sounds like something that belongs in the stars.”

Lisa nodded slowly. “Actually, mythological naming conventions are common in astronomy.”

“Of course you know that,” Lori muttered.

Luna smiled. “It does sound elegant.”

Leni sighed dreamily. “It sounds like a princess from space.”

Lynn crossed her arms. “It sounds like a name that could win a wrestling match.”

Luan stared at him, then groaned. “Dad stole my thunder.”

Mr. Loud gave her a small shrug. “You can still name the next one.”

The room broke into laughter.

Ms. Vega, relieved at last, typed the name into her notes with a grin. The monitor kept glowing, Persephone shining quietly over them like a secret that had decided to stay.

Luan looked at the star one more time and saluted it. “Fine. Persephone it is. But I reserve the right to give it a nickname later.”

“What nickname?” Lincoln asked.

She smirked. “Perse-phone home.”

The groans returned at full volume, bright enough to rival the stars themselves.