#i’m contemplating if i should pull for her lc as well

[rintoki]

Surprisingly my luck is good,I kept getting early’s and thanks to my friend helping me buy things it cost me around £250 (British jumpscare) and her light cone is currently at S3 :) - Kaku anon

omg 😭😭😭 that’s so incredibly lucky holayyyy, are u gonna go for s5 lc as well?

also did ur kafka previously already have eidolons or did u go from e0s1 to e6s3 with £250 ??? bc if u did u might just be the luckiest person i’ve ever met omg

i’m also assuming u won most if not all of your 50/50s

[bigskydreaming]

LOL, any time I try and make plans or estimates, the universe is like hahahaha, surprise, fuck-o! so, you think I’d stop doing that but I never learn, OH WELL.

Anyway, obvsly didn’t update LC like I thought I was going to last week, but my previous intentions laid out in that post still hold, just....slower. Got yet another CT scan to get done today, so off to that in a few, but let’s call this Lightning Crashes, Chapter 6A for now, with the actual fic actually updated once all three parts of Chapter 6 are ready.

CHAPTER 6A

Two more anticlimactic weeks into the most exciting thing to ever happen to her, Kira was forced to come to one of two conclusions:

1) She was completely paranoid, delusional and a bit of a narcissist, convinced everyone and their mother was out to get her or at least drive her nuts

or

2) She really was the focus of some secret, shadowy government agency that employed adorable five foot tall freshmen with scraggly peach fuzz in place of the facial hair they were in a clear hurry to grow because who knows, masculinity merit badges or whatever. Boys are weird.

Anyway. It was definitely one of those two things. Problem was, she had no idea which.

She didn’t feel like she was in a super big hurry to get confirmation one way or the other though, no matter how crazy it was making her. So she made an abrupt heel turn and noped her way in the opposite direction when she saw Scott Vasquez waiting anxiously outside her English classroom.

Lurking, she meant. That was definite lurking behavior, no matter if said lurker was shuffling his feet, biting his lip and looking all sorts of nervous and cute while running a hand through his hair. The movement made the bicep beneath his long-sleeved shirt go all taut and…muscle-y. And…oh my god what was she doing, what was wrong with her, do not crush on your stalker Kira, he is not cute, what is your brain damage even. Maybe she had Stockholm Syndrome. Did that still count if he was just stalking her and hadn’t actually kidnapped her yet?

Yet? YET? Oh good god, where was an intervention when she needed one? She needed better friends, clearly, there would be no kidnapping, PERIOD, what the hell self, that is not relationship goals!

UGH WHY WAS SHE THINKING ABOUT A RELATIONSHIP IN THE CONTEXT OF WEIRDO CUTE BOY WHO WAS STALKING HER???

“Kira, wait up!” She heard Scott call out behind her and her skin did that weird tingling thing that made her blood start to buzz like liquid lightning crackling through her veins. Rude, even his voice was hot, it was all deep but soft and how dare evil government agencies employ not just cute boys but cute boys with hot, throaty voices, that was just genius and downright…insidious.

“Sorry, I’m late to class!” Kira yelled over her shoulder and quickened her steps. She could hear him jogging to keep up, not even breathing hard, because of course he was athletic too.

“Umm, I know, we’re in the same English class. It’s back that way?”

“No habla ingles!”

…she clearly was not qualified for like, any of this.

Scott pulled ahead of her and turned around so he was walking backwards. He held his hands out in front of him in an obvious effort to come off as safe and non-threatening, making no move to come any closer even when she skidded to a stop. He looked…concerned. And maybe even a little amused?

“What?” She snapped when seconds continued to tick by without another word from him. He blinked and then shook his head like coming out of a daze.

“Sorry, I just, that was kinda funny because we’re also in the same Spanish class, y’know?”

Her face burned. Right. That.

“Well, its not like I could pretend to speak anything else. Just because I’m Korean and Japanese doesn’t mean I actually speak either of those things, okay?”

His brow furrowed. “I didn’t assume you did?”

She deflated. Everyone always said the best defense was a good offense but nobody ever mentioned that staying on the offensive was really hard when the other person refused to get offended.

“Well. Good.”

He nodded then and took a deep breath, visibly steeling himself. Which was all kinds of weird, because what did HE have to be nervous about? He was the one stalking HER!

“Okay, so. Look. I’m really sorry for like, all of this. We went about this all wrong and I don’t blame you for being freaked out and I’d like to start over and just…can we go somewhere and talk? And I can try and explain? Anywhere you want, just not…here here.”

That was not remotely something she was prepared for. Not that she was prepared for any of this. Whatever the hell this was. She took a step back, trying to gauge his sincerity even as she became aware for the first time that they were still in the middle of the hall and it was in between classes. While other students were giving them a wide berth, there was no shortage of curious glances being thrown their way. Her skin tingled again. She was not at all used to being the center of attention and this did not feel anywhere near as rewarding as it seemed in her occasional (well, rare, really rare) daydreams about being super popular.

After a few moments of consideration, she huffed an aggravated breath that blew stray hair out of her face and stomped over to an out of the way alcove where a little-used exit led to a small outdoor study area. She did not exude grace. Scott gave her a few seconds head start, and then when she stopped in the alcove and made no attempt to go outside, he hesitantly joined her in the out of the way doorway. Still in clear view of everyone in the hall but no longer right in the midst of everything.

He made an effort to still leave a few feet of separation between them, out of arms’ reach. Which she did not appreciate exactly, because she did not appreciate any of this and wanted that on record. But she did note it. Unfortunately, Kira also noted that the less threatening he became, the more aware of his obnoxious cuteness she became. And she was not a fan.

Its not like she’d ever spent a ton of time contemplating what her priorities would be should she ever star in some government conspiracy young adult dystopian adventure. But she’d always kinda assumed that at the very least she’d be able to go five seconds without concentrating on the way the mysterious secrecy boy in said adventure had soft brown eyes that managed to sparkle even though that was not an adjective normally associated with that particular eye color. Seriously, how was he doing that. Stop it.

Oh thank god, her ire was back.

“Look, I may not know what’s going on here, but let’s make one thing clear,” Kira hissed in a low voice. She was the one to close the distance between them, which…why, as she stepped forward and jabbed a finger at his chest. He didn’t flinch. She did though, kinda, because his pecs were like rock solid, what the hell, this was so unfair. “I don’t care who you are, but I, mister, am no Bella Swan.”

Scott blinked. His mouth fell open a little as he tilted his head, his eyes going distant and a little glazed as she could almost see his thoughts racing behind them, trying to figure something out. Then they focused again and he looked down at her with a frown.

“I don’t know who that is,” he admitted. “Is she in one of our classes?”

She stared. “What? No. Twilight?”

His frown deepened. He looked around the hall for a second, landing on a patch of sunlight on the floor beneath a window. Then he looked back at her, his eyes crinkling with something that vaguely registered as concern.

“Kira, it’s ten in the morning.”

What? “Yeah, I know. How do you not know what Twilight is? By Stephanie Meyer? Bella Swan, Edward Cullen, you seriously have no idea what I’m talking about?”

Scott’s face cleared, eyes widening and cheeks darkening slightly. The top of his ears reddened. “Oh right, sorry,” he said, obviously embarrassed. Ew, now she felt bad and also he was back to being cute. Why was she even bothering at this point. “The book. Got it. Sorry, I haven’t read it. Is it good?”

Her brain had broken like, at least ten minutes ago, so she decided to let her mouth just do whatever. It’s not like an actual filter had contributed anything useful to this conversation.

“I mean, its not bad, but I wouldn’t call it good exactly. I was talking more about the movie anyway, but…oh my god this is not the point. I’m just…look, so there’s a girl in it and she gets involved in all this weird stuff because of the hot vampire boy in her class and it felt like there were parallels to this whatever that all this is. So I’m just saying, I am no Bella Swan because I think she gets a lot of criticism that’s not totally fair but at the same time she definitely makes choices that I think are dumb and that’s all. I was just clarifying that do not expect that I am someone who will make dumb choices just because. Ugh you know what, just forget it.”

She wanted to melt into a puddle five seconds after her brain did catch up and realized she’d basically told him she’d categorized him as her hot YA love interest. But in the one bit of good fortune bestowed on her and her dignity today, that was not the part he’d fixated on. If anything, he looked weirdly insulted.

“Wait, do you think I’m a vampire?”

She stared at him helplessly.

“You know what, I don’t even care if you’re gonna axe murder me or abduct me to take part in some weird government experiments. Fine, let’s have your freaking conversation. Come on.”

[purrincess-chat]

On the Third Day of Crackmas...

This piece of trash is giving you some LadyNoir kind of~ Have some baby shenanigans! I’ve had this akuma idea in my brain for a while, and I was going to include it in LC at some point, if anything as a bonus story, but it’s just silly enough that I turned it into a crack. You’re welcome. I bring you: Toddlers and Miraculouses!

Day 1 Day 2

FF | AO3

As time wore on, Ladybug and Chat Noir had grown accustomed to akumas popping up in the middle of the day and interrupting their daily lives. It came with the superhero territory. Most battles followed the same routine, but on certain occasions, the akumas managed to surprise them. Today was one of those days that they found themselves presented with a series of odd circumstances as the akuma was a rebellious adult who refused to grow up, and as a result, he was blasting people with his age ray, leaving government offices in the hands of infants. Naturally, Ladybug and Chat Noir were hot on his tail when Chat pulled a classic defensive maneuver – leaping in front of Ladybug to offer himself as a human shield from enemy fire.

“Look out!” He called as the blast zapped him.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug gasped as he shrank down, and a little boy blinked back up at her. “Aww...are you okay?”

“Purrfectwy fine, ma wady,” He affirmed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you back to normal soon,” She promised, squatting down so he could climb on her back.

“Can we get ice cweam on tha way?” He requested as she straightened up and reached for her yoyo.

“Maybe after we capture the akuma,” She said, swinging them through the city after the akuma. Landing on the Grand Paris’ pool deck, she pulled up her newsfeed while Chat Noir wandered around and batted at the water. Once she’d confirmed the akuma’s location based on recent news reports, she glanced around for her partner and found him before her with a rose in his hand.

“I picked this for you,” He said, and Ladybug accepted it reluctantly. It seems that somethings didn’t change with age. Upon her acceptance of his offering, he knelt down one knee and placed a hand over his heart. “Wadybug, you’re my forever girl. Will you go on a date wif me?” He asked with his typical boyish-charm, and Ladybug cupped a hand over her mouth to stifle her laugh. Those bright green sclera stared up at her hopefully, and she felt her heart lurch.

“Crap, you’re cute,” She swore, scooping him up and racing for the ledge. “We have to change you back immediately.

“But you didn’t answer me!” He protested.

“No time! Gotta fight an akuma.”

“I don’t fink you take my feewings sewiously,” He said accusingly.

“Uh, I’m a little old for you, don’t you think?” She chuckled as they landed again, and she ruffled his hair.

“That’s not funny,” He folded his arms over his chest grumpily.

“If you focus on the akuma, I’ll take you to get ice cream,” She offered with a sly smirk.

“Pwomise?”

“Promise.”

“Pinky pwomise?” He extended his littlest finger, and Ladybug bitback a smile as she wrapped hers around his. “Okay! Wet’s go!”

“Good kitty,” Ladybug praised as they dashed around the corner. “Times up, Big Kid! Turn everyone back to normal!”

“Yeah, or ma wady’s gonna kick your butt!” Chat added, brandishing his staff.

“No way! Growing up is boring. We should all just stay kids forever!” Big Kid whined.

“No one can escape aging, not even you,” Ladybug said, swinging her yoyo at her side.

“Watch me!”

Ladybug charged in, engaging him in hand-to-hand combat. Chat offered his assistance by kicking his shins, though his tiny feet didn’t do much damage, and Big Kid simply grabbed his arm and tossed him aside.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug cried worriedly, taking her eyes off of the akuma for just long enough. In a flash of light, the world suddenly became a lot bigger, and Ladybug glanced down at her tiny hands, noticing the ground was a lot closer than usual.

“Cwap.” She glanced up just in time to dodge another blast. Well, she supposed now was as good a time as ever to ask Tikki for help. “Wucky Charm!”

“Are you gonna play a video game?” Chat asked landing back beside her and staring curiously at the gaming tablet in her hands.

“Uhh, I don’t know,” She admitted, glancing around the scene, eyeing Big Kid contemplatively before she got an idea. “Hey, Big Kid! I’ve got a game pad!”

“Give it to me!” He demanded, holding out his hand expectantly.

“No, it’s mine!” Ladybug said, turning away from him.

“Gimme!” He stomped his foot.

“How about we twade? I’ll give you my game pad if you let me play with your gun thingy,” She offered, and Big Kid tapped his chin in thought for a moment.

“Well…” He hesitated, and Ladybug started up the game pad, catching Big Kid’s attention instantly. “Okay, but just for a minute…”

Ladybug approached him, and they swapped toys respectively. While Big Kid plopped on the roof to play his game, Ladybug snapped the toy gun over her knee, freeing the black butterfly from inside.

“No mowa ebil-dowing fo you lil akuma,” She said, tossing her yoyo and catching the butterfly before it could escape.

“My turn!” Chat snatched the gamepad back from Big Kid as he changed back to normal. “So, Wadybug, now that we’re the same age again, will you go on a date wif me?”

“Sorry, my papa says I can’t date until I’m 30,” She said, taking the charm from his hands and tossing it into the air as Chat’s ears drooped dejectedly. They stretched their limbs as her magic set everything back to normal, grateful to be back to their rightful ages. Ladybug observed Chat’s pout with a pensive frown as her earrings beeped urgently. “Tell you what, let’s go recharge our kwamis then we’ll go get that ice cream, okay?”

Chat perked up a little, that devilish grin of his creeping back in. “Sounds purrfect, m’lady.”