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chosen-light‌:

    Sora had been on his way home when he had suddenly caught site of the most adorable little kitten circling with who he assumed was it’s owner and he found himself making a straight beeline towards them. It was the perfect treat after a long tiresome day at work, and a wonderful distraction if anyone asked him. Who wouldn’t love to pet a cute little kitten with a flower crown on its head?

    He had instantly knelt down next to the kitten ant Lila, staring in awe at the kitten before looking up to the other girl with a bright smile.

    “Oh man!! This kitten is so adorable!!! Is it yours?” He asked excitedly before glancing back to the kitten, arm reaching out to pet it before he stopped himself and looked back to her. “Is it okay if I pet it?”

The thing about animals was that it attracted people's attention to them. The thing about Lila was that she liked any semblance of attention. And the thing about a cat that wasn’t hers, walking along her legs, was that people might assume that it was hers to begin with.

But did she like that it was because of the cat that got her that attention? Maybe, maybe not. Thank the stars she wasn’t allergic, or else the story would fall apart faster than her reputation.

Still, attention was attention.

“Yeah. Of course! Go right ahead.” Lila flashed Sora smile. 

Ignore the dang cat trying to rub its hair all over your legs.

“Isn’t she the cutest thing?” 

are you? ,, lila & sora

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recklessbrxvery‌:

‘One for All…Full Cowling!’ 

His hand began to glow, jumping swiftly to strike down a boulder, Izuku was doing his daily training. Wiping his hand of debris, he heard a female voice behind him, turning around to see Lila, a confused and innocent look on his face. Looks like someone else has noticed how scarred up his hand was. Memories from when he had first used One for All.

A nervous chuckle escaped his lips as he rubbed the back of his head, “Oh this? It’s nothing serious. This happens more often than you think.” He explained, quite oblivious to the other’s lying ways. But that was just like Izuku to not notice someone’s true intentions until something big happens or he notices something off.

“W-Well, not often but sometimes I can go overboard!” Izuku stammered out as he shook his head rapidly, holding a hand up. 

“Nothing serious?” Lila echoed, mouth agape. Her eyes narrowed on his hands. “Doesn’t your hand hurt? You crushed that like it was nothing!” 

With how he looked, he seemed so harmless. The way he reassured her; the way he reacted to her concern (as fake as it were); the way he explained, shy and reserved. But Lila couldn’t deny that he was powerful. That, in and of itself, was how her concern manifested.    

So she had to play her part well; of the stranger in awe of the power that Izuku showed; of a girl who had little understanding of powers in general.  

“How could you say something so careless?”  

are you okay? ,, lila & izuku

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miraculousprotector‌:

She toyed with her fork carefully, watching Lila from below her lashes. Marinette was glad that the other had agreed do readily but she needed to be careful. Lila was a high risk person and anything could set her off. “I am sorry we got off on the wrong foot. When I saw your interview on the Ladyblog I was… A bit more peeved than I should have been. I worried at the time what Hawkmoth might do if he saw that. The risk to you and your mother.. and the lies about the disabilities concerned me. If the truth ever came out. And with Rose knowing Prince Ali I knew it would only be a matter of time before you came up to him.” Slowly Marinette tapped her tea cup. “But, I wanted to say thank you.”

The way her brows rose with disbelief bellied all the suspicion she felt with Marinette’s declaration. There was no need to lie (ha!), so why was she going out of her way to say something that was blatantly and obviously a lie straight at Lila’s face?

“Well you didn’t have to worry about that,” she said— almost sneered at the other girl, really. “Ladybug would’ve done all she could to save me from Hawkmoth.” There was no need to refute any of the things Marinette claimed because, well, she was right. 

But they were alone, so it was fine. No one would know.

“Thank you?” Lila repeated, again taken aback. “And what would you need to thank me for?”

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For the oft prickly Italian? On this most special and lonely day Marinette had left a basket of zeppole for the girl. And a portrait of Lila and her mother, hand drawn and in a lovely frame.

To receive zeppoles (her mother’s favorite) in the form of a gift basket was a reminder of something she didn’t have, causing the crinkle in her expression. Even the framed drawing of her and her mother (as beautiful and as thoughtful as it was) didn’t alleviate the frown on her face.

Though maybe that was because of the fact that the gifts had been from Marinette, her name looped gracefully on the card attached to the basket.

But if she ate the pastries while she looked for part-time jobs, and if she took the frame and put it by her bedside, well, no one would ever know.

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sakvhana‌:

Sakuya frowned deeply at the sight of the girl’s watery eyes. He wanted to help but he didn’t know how to. It’s not like he could control the weather!

He patted two sets of pockets on his person before he remembered he had a small packet of tissues stuffed somewhere in his backpack. He pulled the black backpack around to his front and took said packet out. Arms around his backpack to keep it from falling into the girl’s personal space, he pulled out some tissues.

“It hasn’t rained yet,” Sakuya tried, holding out the tissues to her. She seemed so nice. It was a bummer about the weather but… he could be optimistic. He was good at that. “Maybe it won’t be so bad…? I-It could just be a light drizzle if it does rain!”

Sakuya looked up at the dark sky. He was no weatherman, sure, but there was nothing wrong with a little hope. He brought his attention back to the girl again. “Is the shelter really far? Maybe you could make it in time before the rain starts,” he said.

Hook, line, and sinker. 

Tears always worked. She never doubted her skills in that department. Watery eyes and a sob story pulled people to her side like moths to an open flame. Heartstrings coiled and tugged between her fingers, their attention would be on Lila until she let go.

It was the same everywhere and with anyone. The poor fool was no different.

“I-It hasn’t,” she intoned, plucking the offered tissue from Sakuya’s hand. Lila dabbed at the edges of her eyes, slow and deliberate. “But knowing my luck, it’ll fall soon. And to think, I forewent bringing my umbrella because I thought it would’ve been fine.” 

Another sniffle and a sigh. “The shelter is a bit far from here. I don’t know if I could make it.” A lie. She had to shoot down the idea before he offered. Lila looked up to face the kind soul who’d given her the time of day. What a nice boy he was, to fall. She might’ve felt sorry for him if she felt anything. “Thank you for the tissues though. I’ll replace them if you’ll let me.”

nice day, isn’t it? ,, lila & sakuya

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hollow ,, drabble

Lila waited for two whole days for the flowers to grow in her chest.

It was everywhere. The news was all about a disease that they had been calling ‘Hanahaki’. Dying from unrequited love? On paper, it sounded too stupid, too fantastical to even consider.

(Said the girl who’d fallen in a hole and ended up in a new world, who’d come by powers and met the equivalent of prophets masquerading for their gods.) 

Yet, when people started showing symptoms, when streets were filled with whispers and petals and drops of blood, she was forced to believe. 

Lila remembered declaring her love for Adrien. She knew that Adrien didn’t return that gesture at all, had taken notice of her shortcomings instead of staying blinded by her light like everyone else around them. 

She loved him. Maybe. He didn’t love her. Definitely.

So, she waited. She sat on her bed, in her apartment, and waited. She imagined the brightest of sunflowers, decorated with speckles of red. She imagined clutching her chest and feeling as her throat clogged with a bouquets worth of sunflower petals. She imagined the attention, the pity, the eyes on her as she declared her love, unrequited as it was.

The hours ticked by and the sounds of coughing could be heard next door. Lila had half the mind to slam her fists against the wall to stop them but thought better of it. That neighbor of hers had been kind enough to have given her plates of cookies earlier (after she let slip that she’d been craving for some)—

—and now they were struck and bleeding with a disease that had, miraculously, passed over Lila’s head. 

Why wasn’t she happy then? Being unaffected should be a good thing. This meant she was above everyone else, that she wasn’t saddled with a serious, life-threatening disease because it was related love, that she was safe.

A voice echoed in her head, tiny and familiar.

It’s because you only love yourself.

She hated that it was right.

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mutewondergal‌:

I will–Burrrrn myyyy Dreaaaad!

Minako bobbed her head to the beat, letting her worries and gnawing uncertainties be consumed by the consuming guitar, the clashing cymbals. The song had the most plays on her MP3 player; it was an old comfort, even if the lyrics and subject matter were regrettably cynical. Minako had discovered the song back when she was angry and rebellious and a little cynical herself. 

Sometimes, she needed a reminder of how much worse she could be to knock herself back to normal. She could be right back where she’d been when she first heard the song, heartsick and all alone and unw–

Movement in her peripheral. Minako looked up on instinct, taking out a headphone to be polite. And just in time! The other girl was speaking. 

…Huh? Her shoes? Minako blinked, and looked down; her loafers were from her school uniform, and well worn. The leather was scuffed mostly near the toes, slight crinkles near the arch to show the miles walked, but the leather shone from the care she took. Minako could replace her wardrobe, of course, but she also liked to be frugal, and she took care of her things. 

‘Japan, actually! So, unfortunately for the both of us, they’re a little…out of stock.’ Minako signed with a soft laugh, eyes crinkling. The heavy guitar continued to play, the song clicked on repeat. ‘Hey, you look a little new; just got to Wonderland too, huh?’ 

Yes, it was a lie, and yes, it was to get the other’s attention, but really, what consequence would affect her for something as insignificant as the state of someone’s footwear? So what if it was far from what she really felt as the truth? It wasn’t like she was challenging fate to change her little white lies.

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Japan was far off from Paris that she could use it in one of her stories. There’s a thought to consider in the future. “I would have liked to get a pair for my own. It looks so comfortable and you obviously cherish it if it looks as good as it does!”

Lila could say a lot more, pandering to whatever sense of sentimentality the other might or might not feel for a pair of shoes in dire need of throwing. But she didn’t, because she hadn’t yet grasped how to tighten her thrall over the girl, if she had any in the first place. 

“Yes, unfortunately,” and here, Lila would flash a sad smile, attempting to play up to the ‘I’m sad and alone but I’m also trying to look at the bright side of things’ trope that would have gotten her a group of people helping her out with whatever she asked them to do. “I was just going about my day and all of a sudden, I’m here. It’s disorienting, to be honest.”

i like your ,, lila & minako

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miraculousprotector‌:

She led the way to a nice little cafe. Peaceful and calm and she kept Chesire In mind. Marinette could be greedy for once in her life and set boundaries. Boundaries that should be easy to respect and roll with. She took a slow sip and watched Rossi. “We aren’t in Paris and I doubt we’re in the same school. So. From now on we aren’t enemies and we aren’t friends. If we happen to meet we��ll be polite and interact with each other with dignity.”

The cafe was something simple and the spread that was set was the same in that regard. It was in public and it was a shroud to keep Lila from acting out of turn. Lila followed regardless, keeping silent until they were sat and until Marinette had spoken to her.

And what she said was true. They weren’t in Paris. They weren’t friends. They were enemies. She had declared war on Marinette after the almost-Akumatization of the girl. So it was appalling to hear her offer a truce, or what sounded like one but wasn’t, because Lila didn’t like that she wasn’t the one setting the rules of whatever this was.

“If that’s what you want,” she grit out, never dropping the smile on her face. “I’m surprised you even had the guts to say that to me.” 

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excuse me! ,, lila & euryale

“Are you sure you can’t?”

Her eyes were big and wide, smiling hopefully. Supposed she had her way, maybe she wouldn’t have resorted to begging. Asking the man to let her pass through the cordoned street was a challenge in and of itself. He was adamant that she not go through because it would be unfair to others.

Like she cared about that.

Another whine escaped her, one that used to get people to kneel prostrate on the ground. He still refused. This wasn’t going on as planned and Lila was getting fed up with the fact that this person wasn’t budging on her measly request.

“Couldn’t you make an exception for us?” Lila pulled the nearest girl beside her: a lilac-haired child who had walked past at the best time (in her opinion). No idea if the other girl would find it appealing to be used as an excuse.

“My friend and I would really appreciate it if you let us through!”

@gazeofthegoddess​ should just go with it.

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are you okay? ,, lila & izuku

Powers were... something.

They were out of her reach. Lila was no stranger to heroes and villains. Paris boasted their own set of masked individuals parading the streets in colorful spandex. She’d seen her fair share— she had been one of those spandex-wearing individuals.  

It was a fleeting moment of freedom. The wish to become Volpina again burrowed deep in her chest.

To see someone punch a brick wall to dust would have been another day in Paris for her, except for the fact that she was nowhere near Paris. And the fact that she had never seen anyone who hadn’t been turned into an Akuma do such drastic feat. 

“Your hand!” Lila’s tone oozed concern. Of course, said concern ebbing from her was more devious than anything.

He didn’t need to know that, though. 

@recklessbrxvery​​ should probably run away.

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nice day, isn’t it? ,, lila & sakuya

Or, it would have been, had the sky not started to rumble threateningly above them.

The weather aside, Lila was sat on a bench with her hands folded on her lap. She looked like someone had taken her food and stepped on it when they found out that it was a sandwich and not the marvelous spread of international confectionary she had advertised an hour ago. 

But that was beside the point. The point was that she had started her act of gathering attention. The easiest way was to pull the heartstrings of whoever paid attention to her not-so-subtle sniffling. The story she spun revolved around going to an undisclosed shelter.

Was she really going to one? A believable story would have her saying ‘yes’. Maybe she would.

“And really, how am I supposed to volunteer at the shelter today if the weather won’t let us?” She blinked back tears, turning to the poor sap who had been lured by her... act. “The forecast said it was going to be sunny today, but look at how dark the day’s been!”

@sakvhana​​ might need to get some tissues ready.

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are you? ,, lila & sora

There was a cat by her feet.

It was pudgy and had short legs, fluffy and bright orange. It walked with authority equal to royalty. Its tail swished in the air, relaxed and pointed to the sky.

It was following Lila wherever she went. 

And she was oh-so-slowly getting irritated with it.

The cafe was bustling with people when Lila first caught a glimpse of the cat She had bought a snack and went her merry way before she ever noticed it following her around. For all intents and purposes, it was a normal cat, well-fed from the looks of it but not too fat. 

There’s nothing to note about the cat until she glanced at its head— and she watched it intently now as it poised in front of her, eyes squinting.

There was a flower crown on its head and a collar around its neck. Did it have an owner? Is she going to have to search for said owner?

“Aw, are you lost kitty?” Lila knelt down to stare the cat in the eye. 

It only answered her with a loud mewl. Well, if it wasn’t lost, it will be if it didn’t stop circling around Lila’s legs.

@chosen-light​ should take that cat away.

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i like your ,, lila & minako

The streets were filled with fruits ripe for the picking. Lila noticed any and all contenders to her attention. They didn’t know it yet, but they were all in the running. 

In Wonderland, the view was deceptively bright. Lila would rather have choked on an imaginary spoon than continue looking at it. But she was stuck and until she found her way back to Paris, settling shop and buttering up the inhabitants of her new home would be her first priority.

Exhibit A: Lila plucked out one fruit from hundreds more loitering around the center. Relaxing her shoulders and putting on a smile, she sauntered towards her target, letting her eyes wander until she innocently blinked at the other’s footwear.

She was positively glowing with joy, teeth showing. Inside though? She might have already choked on that imaginary spoon.

“Hi! I can’t help but notice your shoes,” Lila cooed; her act a familiar tale, complete with a grin, enthusiastic and nice. “Where did you get that pair?”

@mutewondergal​ should get new shoes.

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miraculousprotector‌:

@lila Spotting Lila had dropped Marinette’s stomach right to the ground. Until it hit her. This wasn’t Paris. This wasn’t their old war and more than likely things could be better… Arrenged than their last time. “Rossi. Join me for tea?”

“Dupain-Cheng.”

The offer for tea was unprompted. Lila waited for the fangs to be barred; for Marinette to add a scathing remark to the invitation. She hoped for it because that would prove what she’d been adamantly saying about the Parisian girl. 

It never came (because all her words were lies, lies, lies) and all Lila could do was smile instead. Smile as she followed Marinette's cue.

"Oh, of course! I’d love to join you.”

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this little gremlin’s name is lila and she will ruin your day. that’s all i have to say on the matter. please like this post for a v short starter* from her! capping at 5!

*starters hopefully will not include lying : ‘ >