#lila POV

[miraculousystuff]

Fic Prompt!

I know! I’m writing like 3 fics at once, and don’t worry, I am writing everyone’s requests as well, but I had this idea that I had to show. It’s based on a couple of mini stories of Lila’s past experiences in other schools before she met Marinette, and a glimpse of Lila before she was a corrupted liar and her story on how she became one! Let me know what you think!

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Lila Rossi’s life blew up in her face as her parents filed for divorce. Her mother officially became a diplomat, which meant she never stayed in one place for a very long time. But moving all the time showed her that ultimately, all humans were the same. They were all so good, so righteous and loyal, until someone came up to them and told them what they wanted to hear. So, in her eyes, she saw the perfect plan to get whatever she wanted: lie. Tell people what they wanted to hear, even if what she said wasn’t necessarily true. It was almost comical how those who claimed to be the kindest were the first to abandon their friends as soon as something better came along. So many different schools; so many different lies; but the outcome was always the same. Become the most popular by telling people what they want to hear, and destroy anyone who comes in her way. However, she wasn’t always like this. There was one school, one class and one boy that had made the world less of the hellish mess as her parents divorced. But that one perfect piece was destroyed by one betrayal, and that one betrayal changed her life.

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Should I ship Lila with an OC or someone we already know, and should it be a series of related one shots or a cohesive story? Tell me your thoughts and as always, have a great day ❤️!

[yashley]

"I’ve never seen someone hang up on someone in a conversation." bonus: lila, 1 second later:

[itsnotmourn]

they’re all so angry except for jaune who found her own lil sunshine

[just-b-wilde]

Could you add a sample of some of your fan fiction in your native language?

Sure. This is Czech version of my first TUA fanfiction Do you love him? It's written from Lila's point of view.

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Vím, že ať řeknu cokoliv, nezmění to nic na tom, co se stalo.

Neomlouvá mě to a nejsem si jistá, jestli to chci nějak omlouvat. Ale chtěla jsem, aby věděl, že to bylo komplikovanější, než se může zdát.

„Nikdy jsem nepřestala hledat cestu domů. Ale unavila jsem se a potřebovala jsem přestat utíkat. Uhm... tehdy se to stalo...“

„Miluješ ho?“

„Diego, teď není vhodná chvíle…“

„Tak miluješ ho?“

Všichni se na nás dívali. Všichni čekali na mou odpověď. A vím, že i on ji čekal. Pětka. Pochopitelně, dost se ho to týkalo. Nelíbilo se mi, že tohle řešíme přede všemi, ale už se s tím nedalo nic dělat.

První má myšlenka byla: Neplánovala jsem to.

Samozřejmě, že neplánovala. Nebo se snad dají city nějak naplánovat?

S Diegem to nefungovalo už dlouho předtím, a kdybychom neskončili v tom zatraceném metru, nejspíš by to nefungovalo čím dál víc. Nebo možná by se něco konečně změnilo? Nevím, jestli si jen něco nenalhávám sama sobě.

Těch sedm let změnilo všechno. Ale ne pro Diega, ne pro naše děti. Jen pro mě a pro Pětku. Všechno, co jsme prožili, bylo skutečné. Dva ztracenci v čase.

Ze začátku jsem věřila, že jsme neustále spolu jen proto, že nemáme jinou možnost. Ale vždycky byla jiná možnost. Hledat každý sám, být sám, protože to nás učili – spoléhat se jen sám na sebe a na nikoho jiného. Ale já nechtěla být sama.

Postupem času jsem si zvykla na to, že je Pětka někde poblíž. A i když jsme teď zpátky, stále jsem měla nutkání vyhledávat jeho pohled, čekala jsem, že bude někde poblíž. Jako celých sedm let.

Sedm. Let.

Možná jsme neměli moc jiných možností, ale nemění to nic na tom, že mu vděčím za tolik věcí, které jsme spolu překonali. A i když mi děti chyběly každý jeden den, doufala jsem, že se brzy znovu uvidíme. On mi ale dal něco, co mi dávat nemusel.

Byla jsem s ním šťastná.

I uprostřed toho všeho.

Dělal mě šťastnou.

Nemusel mě mít rád.

Nemusel mě milovat.

A přesto vím, že mě miloval.

Řekl mi to několikrát.

Myslel si, že spím. Ale slyšela jsem, když to občas zašeptal do tmy.

Z té vzpomínky mě píchlo u srdce.

Čas říct pravdu. Musím.

Nadechla jsem se k odpovědi, když se od televize ozvalo: „Hej, dospěláci, podívejte se na televizi.“

[spoonietimelordy]

Absolutely fucked up by the thought that Five got his youth stole from him twice. The second time was closer to real life than the first time, but in a way Lila is right, it wasn't real. Not real like she knows it can be. But it's more real than he ever got to know.

[fivelila]

Two years, nine months and a few days (Five's POV)

[lilacerull0]

we don't talk enough about elena's brief giving up on school arc

[holland-vosijk-antari]

i was just reading kell's pov in acol where he goes down to see holland in the cells, how he feels hollands eyes scraping against his own, and back in adsom where its described as two stones sparking together. not only does that make me want to go insane, it also makes me wonder if holland feels that too or if its just kell? its not mentioned as far as i can remember in any of hollands pov and not even in their first meeting flashback. the absence of it from holland's pov is a bit of a shame really though it does suggest that its just kell and the effect holland has on him... its also mentioned briefly when lila gets her antari prosthetic eye (in the sense that kell feels glad that he can look her in the eyes without that friction) which makes me wonder, if lila had both eyes would there be that sparking sensation between her and kell? would it not as their black eyes are on the same side? why would that sensation be only due to the presence of the marked eye? it's clear that kell and lila DO have a connection but then again so would most people who went through what they did together (especially as kell is quite dramatic about what he cares about). it would just be a shame to have this connection between antari be a real thing and it not be developed past a couple of brief mentions one of which to enhance a ship. the antari could be endlessly more strange so it's a shame that, even when bonded with the rings, they are essentially just very powerful magic users and not something altogether else...

[lilareviewsbooks]

100 pages into eye of the world update: i'm craving the sweet sweet release of a POV change

[plumsaffron]

Miracusalters stop being hateful in 2025 challenge: IMPOSSIBLE and ALLERGIC

Miracucunts stop being whiny and bitchy about other characters not Marinette challenge: IMPOSSIBLE

Marimites looking at other characters’ POV challenge: ALLERGIC

Saltinette stans stop thinking that their “precious little angel” is totally innocent and perfect challenge: ALLERGIC

Miracubozos stop being dumbass sheep followers challenge: IMPOSSIBLE

Miracuhoes stop involving other franchises in their fanfics against Lila challenge: IMPOSSIBLE

Miracubitches using their art and writing talents for other healthier alternatives and chiller communities: IMPOSSIBLE

YEP

[rogdona]

[jigglypuff1994]

Felix stared at the rusted metal door, trying to push down the bile working its way up his throat. The air permeated his nostrils with an unpleasant mixture of vomit, stale cigarettes and sour urine. He was itching to grab the handkerchief in his blazer and hold it over his nose. If it smelled like this out here, what would it smell like inside?

As he held his breath, he opened the door slowly. A waft of cigarette smoke bellowed through the open door, exhaling into the Parisian night air. Like an omen, he felt as though he were walking into the dragon’s den, trying to find a jewel guarded by a sleeping, simmering threat.

He still had time to turn around and walk away. There was this small fracture of himself that told him he shouldn’t piss off the most unhinged person in Paris.

He walked into the dimly lit lounge. The speakers crackled with old rock hits from the seventies and eighties. The floorboards were rotted, sticky wooden planks, creaking with every step he took. The carpeted walls were dingy and yellowed from the smokey air of the bar’s patrons. There were a few patrons lingering in the booths off to the side, talking in hushed conversations. Most of the drinkers were playing cards or shooting pool in the back area. They reflected the bar they lingered in, haggard and torn by life with little care for themselves, mingling in the rotting filth they’ve succumbed themselves to.

Why did he come here? Why did he think he’d get answers in a place like this?

Because the fox said that all clues lead to her.

Sitting on a metal stool at the bar, Lila Rossi shot back one of the caramel colored liquor shooters that sat in front of her. Her hair was a dark chestnut filled with split ends, pooling all around her shoulders. Her once sharp green eyes now dull with all the life drained out of her from years in federal prison. Her bony fingers were lingering around her next shooter, toying with the outer rim. Her fingernails were unmanicured and unpolished, showing years of neglect. She wore a slinky orange Y2K print halter dress with a deep, plunging neckline and some strappy brown faux leather heels.

Felix took a seat next to her. In a prior life, Lila was never someone Felix would ever feel pity for. She was always too prude for those kinds of pleasantries. He had to admit, something about seeing her disheveled and haggard form sitting here made him almost feel sorry for the woman sitting next to him. The once twisted, maniacal villain that Felix came to know, now reduced to a drunken, poor imitation of the woman before, a ghost of her prior life.

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[marshmellowtea]

what's this?? marshy actually finished a fic for the first time in ages??? no fuckin way—

anyway hi i forget how i usually intro these tumblr fics of mine gjdskfds but going by my writing tag it looks like i usually just wing it so uhh here! have some domestic age regression fluff between caregivers!tanya and mike and little!lila (with a liiiight sprinkling of angst and hurt/comfort in the middle there because i just couldn't help myself, lmao). small warning for a reference to will and lila's mothers and what that entails, ie emotional abuse, though it's not super explicit. if there's anything else i need to warn for, lmk!

super special thanks to @whenthedeeppurplefalls for betaing this fic, literally idk if it would've gotten done without you so i super appreciate you looking at it hglkdsjf 💞 tysm pal seriously :') /gen

as per usual with these fics, eventually this'll get posted to ao3 as well and i'll reblog this with a link when that's ready, but for now, without further ado, here it is please enjoy <3

"Babe, why is William in timeout?"

Tanya huffs out a laugh as she makes her way to Mike over at the door, greeting him with a kiss to his mouth and taking the grocery bags out of his hands. "That's Lila, honey," she says, moving aside so he can step inside the apartment and shut the door behind him.

"Ah. That makes more sense," he says, turning his gaze to the girl currently pouting in the corner of the kitchen. "Hi, sweetheart. What have you done this time?"

Lila turns to him, her arms crossed over her chest and her cheeks puffed out adorably. One leg is crossed over the other, giving her the air of an offended little lady, and Mike has to bite back a laugh. Her and William are both so cute—equally so, of course, given the fact they share a body, but they both have their own unique little quirks in the way they carry themselves that are absolutely precious in their own little ways.

"You can tell him if you want to, honey," Tanya says, putting away the groceries Mike had brought home. "I won't add time to your timeout."

Lila huffs, pout increasing somehow. "Mama's being unfair," she says, shooting a withering glare in Tanya's direction. "It was an accident."

"Ohohoho, no it was not," Tanya says, shaking her head with a click of her tongue. "You wanna actually tell him what you did?"

Lila glares at her for another moment, before turning back to the wall. Mike actually laughs at that, taking a few steps further to stroke her hair lightly.

"Well, now I'm curious," he says. "What'd you do to earn the timeout chair?"

Lila huffs, hunching in on herself a little. "You're on her side," she accuses, her cheeks reddening.

"Well, honey, I can't be on your side if I don't know what you did," he says, shaking his head slightly.

Lila stays silent, her eyes fixed on the ground. She almost looks embarrassed, an expression that's very rare for her. Mike ruffles her hair, before moving his hand to squeeze her shoulder lightly.

"I guess she doesn't want to tell me," Mike says, shaking his head. "What'd she do, Mama Bird?"

Tanya turns to him, her eyes alight with amusement and irritation. "Well, she almost burnt the fucking house down," she says, shooting a half-smile in Lila's direction.

Mike's eyebrows raise. "Oh? How the fuck did she do that?" he asks, absentmindedly rubbing circles against Lila's shoulder with his fingertips.

"Put a fork in the microwave," Tanya says, shaking her head. "She's very lucky I caught it before it started sparking."

"It was—it was an accident!" Lila protests suddenly. She looks up at Mike with pleading eyes, leaning against him all cutely in that way she does when she wants something. "This isn't fair!"

Mike hums, turning his eyes toward Tanya. "If she just left her fork in her food, I don't think it's fair to—”

Tanya shoots him a pointed look. "It was just a fork in there," she says, turning her eyes to Lila and adding, "and I'd just told her about how putting metal in the microwave is dangerous."

"Oh. Hmm." Mike looks back down at Lila, giving her shoulder a light pat. "Yeah, I don't think I can defend you, sweetheart."

"Not fair," Lila mumbles, kicking at the air helplessly. "It was—I just wanted to see what happened."

"I told you what happens," Tanya says, pulling out a pot from the drawer. "There was no reason to try it out, my sweet girl.”

“What if I didn’t believe you?” Lila protests, looking up at Mike pleadingly again, as though he’ll somehow be able to help her.

“Well, then we have a bigger problem then,” Tanya says, shaking her head. She turns around then, holding the pot out in front of her and turning her attention toward Mike. “How do we feel about spaghetti for dinner?”

“I brought the meatballs,” he says, shrugging lightly and moving his hand to rub Lila’s back soothingly. “I say go for it.”

“Dada—” Lila starts pitifully, presumably to plead for help or mercy.

Before she can finish, or Mike can say anything, however, Tanya interrupts. “Ah ah ah. No talking rule is back in effect.” She looks over at her, her eyes softening sympathetically. “Only a minute left, little one.”

Lila whines, her eyes dropping to her feet. Mike smiles at her, also sympathetically, and he presses a kiss to the top of her head.

“Sounds like you’ll be free soon,” he says, giving her a light pat. “Hang in there, sweetheart.”

Lila huffs, kicking her feet frantically. Mike steps away from her, then, making his way over to Tanya’s side, watching her as she puts a pot of water on.

“Once you get that on, can we talk for a minute in the other room? Real quick before little one gets free?” he asks lowly. Then, not wanting to worry her, he adds, “Nothing bad, just…caregiver stuff.”

Tanya nods, a slight look of relief falling across her face, before flicking the stove on and taking a step back. “Lila, we’ll be back soon, okay?” she calls in her direction. “We’re just gonna be in the other room for a minute, we’re not leaving, sweet pea.”

Lila turns to look at them, her eyes round and brow furrowed. She opens her mouth as if to speak, but then realizing she can’t, she huffs, turning back to the wall.

Mike snorts softly at the sight, shaking his head slightly and leading Tanya out to the living room. He looks through the doorway, and once he’s certain Lila’s not trying to snoop, he turns back to Tanya with a curious expression.

“How long you put her in for?”

Tanya shrugs. “Just ten minutes,” she says, running her fingers loosely through her hair. “She got it bumped up to thirteen, though, as she usually does.”

Mike hums, nodding thoughtfully. “Kind of a short time for almost burning the house down,” he remarks with mild amusement.

Tanya laughs quietly, shrugging a little. “Yeah, maybe…I don’t know,” she says, letting out a soft sigh. “I think she was just acting out for attention rather than trying to get on my nerves like she usually does. I mean, I was kind of distracted today…I feel bad about it, so I didn’t want to punish her too harshly.”

“Hmm, alright…it does sound like she didn’t add as much time as she usually does, huh?”

Tanya snorts. “Yeah, I think she’s feeling neglected, poor girl.”

Mike coos sympathetically, shaking his head slightly in the direction of the kitchen. “Yeah…poor girl.” He tilts his head then, regarding Tanya with a soft gaze. “What about you? You said you were distracted, are you alright?”

“Oh, yeah, I’m just…” Tanya frowns, waving her hand lightly. “Looking for a job has been…stressful. But it’s not anything more than that.”

Mike nods and reaches out, wrapping his arm around her and giving her a comforting squeeze. “Alright, I get that,” he says gently, rubbing her arm soothingly. “Hey, you’re gonna be okay. It’ll happen eventually.”

“Yeah…I just…I feel bad that you and Will are the ones supporting us, especially with the baby expenses, and—”

Suddenly, Tanya’s phone goes off, the sound ringing out through the apartment. She blinks in surprise, and she fishes her phone out of her pocket, turning it off quickly.

“Oh. Lila’s free,” she says, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Mike smiles as well, despite his lingering concern. “You think she heard it?”

In answer to his question, they’re suddenly greeted with a shout, and the sound of little feet rushing in their direction. They turn to see Lila pausing just in the doorway, her eyes wide and round.

“Mama? Can I…” she starts, rocking back and forth on her heels.

Tanya chuckles softly, giving Mike a squeeze before pulling away from him to go to her. “Yes, baby, you’re out of timeout,” she says affectionately, reaching up to cradle her face. “Is the water boiling, honey?”

“Ummm…” Lila tilts her head, or at least, as best she can while still pressing her face into Tanya’s palms, anyway. “Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay. I’m gonna go continue making dinner,” Tanya says, squishing her cheeks gently and earning a squawk of indignation in return. She chuckles, kissing her forehead gently and asking, “You wanna hang out with Mike while I do that?”

Lila looks at Mike over her shoulder, her brow furrowed and lips drooping. “Um…okay,” she says, her voice sounding hollow.

Tanya frowns, regarding her with concern. “What’s wrong, sweetie?”

“I mean…Mike usually makes dinner,” she says, huffing lightly. “And ‘m not allowed in the kitchen when you guys cook.”

“Ohhh…” Tanya says, shooting a frown in Mike’s direction. “You wanna be with me?”

Lila shrugs, and then, hesitantly, she nods. She’s very pointedly avoiding looking at both of them—the embarrassed look is back on her face, too. “Somethin’ like that,” she mumbles.

“I can take over dinner if she wants to be with her mama,” Mike says, shrugging a little.

Lila’s face turns even redder, a pout coming across her face. “You’re making it sound so—I just have somethin’ I need to say to her, okay?”

"Awww, baby, it's okay if you wanna be with me sometimes," Tanya coos, thumbs rubbing lightly at her cheeks. "There's nothing wrong with needing that."

Lila huffs, squirming out of her palms and crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not like—" she starts, before her eyes dart from the floor to Tanya's face. She flushes harder, somehow, her whole face pink, and suddenly races away from Tanya to throw herself onto the couch, curling into herself against one of the arms, making herself small in that way William usually does.

Tanya's eyebrows raise at the sight, and she turns to Mike, shooting him a look that's equal parts amused and concerned. He shoots her a matching look in return, pointing toward the kitchen.

"I'll go take care of the boiling water now," he says, voice wavering somewhere between light and uncertain.

"Sounds good to me," Tanya says, lips twitching slightly. They settle on a smile as she passes Mike on her way to the couch, however, and she keeps her expression soft as she settles down on the cushions next to the now pouting little girl she calls her own, carefully reaching out to stroke her arm. "Hey, sweetie. You doing okay?"

Lila mumbles something unintelligible into the arm of the couch, her face smushed up against the fabric. Once again, Tanya can't help but think of it as a very William move—she can't help but wonder how many traits they have in common that she's just never seen because Lila tends to be less openly vulnerable around them.

"I didn't catch that, little girl. Can you repeat yourself?"

Lila huffs once again, sounding entirely put upon. She looks up at Tanya, her face still smudged with a pink blush, her eyes oddly sad, and murmurs, "I'm sorry I'm such a bad girl, Mama."

The concern already bubbling up in Tanya's stomach suddenly spills over in the form of a coo falling from her lips, a frown falling over her face. "Oh, Lila, honey...come here..."

When it comes to William and Lila, bad isn't nearly as strong a word as naughty—naughty, for both of them, is a sign they're in a very, very bad headspace, naughty means that something has set them off in a very real way, naughty means that they're thinking about their respective mothers again, and that's never a good thing—but it still isn't good to hear, either. Especially not from Lila, who most of the time, refuses to acknowledge that the thing she's done wrong is, in fact, wrong.

Tanya's worries are only further confirmed when Lila crawls all the way into her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and clinging to her tightly, like she's terrified of being let go of. Sure, Lila's become a lot more comfortable with being touched or physically coddled as of late, even going so far as to enjoy it (which she had admitted to them one afternoon in a very roundabout way), but she's still not much of a cuddler, and she definitely doesn't cling like this unless she's in a mood. Not necessarily in a bad mood, sure, but, well...right now...

"You're not a bad girl, honey," Tanya murmurs, wrapping her arms around her tightly and kissing her on the top of her head. "I mean, sure, you do bad things sometimes, but we all do. I mean, I've fu—messed up things more often than I can count, especially with William and Dada. That doesn't make me a bad person, does it?"

Even as she says it, Tanya has to choke back the uncertainty rising in her throat. She's gotten better about not thinking of herself as the certified worst person in the whole entire fucking world, but god, it's hard not to fall back to hold habits sometimes.

Apparently, Lila knows that too. "But you still feel like a bad person sometimes," she mumbles into her collarbone, clinging a little tighter. "S’okay. I do too s’metimes. 'm sorry. Sorry I do bad things."

Tanya swallows thickly, unsure of what to make of all this. "It's okay, sweetheart. I forgive you," she murmurs. "What brought this on, little one...?"

Lila's quiet for a moment, playing with the fabric of her shirt. "You seemed mad at me today."

"Mad at you...?"

"Mhmm." Lila sniffles, and Tanya's heart breaks as she realizes she's holding back tears. "You didn'...didn' really look at me, or wanna play with me, an'—an' then when you were makin' your tea you told me 'bout the spoon, an'—an' I dunno, I was stupid, an' I wan'ed you t' look at me, 'nd you got mad at me—"

"Oh, honey, I only got upset cuz you were doing something dangerous, I wasn't upset with you before that, promise," Tanya soothes, running her hand up and down her spine lightly. "I...I was a bit distracted today, and I wasn't paying as much attention to you as I should have, and I'm sorry. Did it feel like I was ignoring you? Is that why you thought I was mad?"

Lila whines a little, nodding against her shoulder. Tanya hums comfortingly, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't mad, and I wasn't ignoring you. I was just spacey today. It had nothing to do with you, I promise I would never ignore you on purpose, okay?"

"...mmkay," Lila mumbles, and to Tanya's relief, she sounds less upset than she did before. She does, however, sound a bit embarrassed.

"My little girl. It's okay. You can want attention from me, there's nothing wrong with that."

Lila makes a grumpy noise in response (and oh, Tanya can't even pretend not to chuckle at that, it's just too adorable), lifting her face from Tanya's shoulder. Her flush has gone down a bit, but she is still visibly pink, which is just unbearably precious.

"Hi, sweetie," Tanya says, reaching up to stroke her hair lightly. "How're you feelin'?"

"...better," Lila mumbles, her eyes darting downward, one of her hands reaching up to play with the necklace Tanya's wearing. "I'm glad—glad you weren't mad at me. At least 'til I tried to burn the place down."

"Yeahhh, never do that again, little love," Tanya says with a laugh, still carding her hands absently through her hair. "I wasn't kidding about it burning down the place."

A tiny smile appears on Lila's face at that. "But I still wanna see that!"

"Oh, do not even think about it, little missy," Tanya scolds, but her tone is still more light than actually angry. "We look up videos of microwaves catching fire on Youtube if you want, but don't you dare even think about trying it at home or you'll be getting more than a ten minute time out."

"How much more?" Lila asks, her voice lightly curious. "An hour?"

"Lila," Tanya says, fond and exasperated.

"...two hours?" Lila prods, finally lifting her eyes. As soon as she meets Tanya's dryly amused gaze, she bursts into giggles, bonking their foreheads together. "Three hours!"

"It'll be more like forever, Lila," Tanya says with a huff of a laugh, rolling her eyes fondly. "I don't think we can afford a place other than this. Or to replace all our stuff."

"Mm...William would be mad if I destroyed his toys 'nyway," Lila agrees, rolling off of Tanya's lap to settle at her side instead, still cuddled up close with her head resting against her shoulder and one of Tanya's arms still wrapped around her. "Fine, I won't burn the house down."

"Thank you baby," Tanya says with a chuckle, rubbing her arm lightly. "That's what every Mama wants to hear from her little girl."

Lila giggles at that, nuzzling further into her shoulder. Then, she falls quiet for a long moment, aside from humming contentedly as Tanya strokes her hair. Tanya almost thinks she's gone nonverbal, before Lila suddenly speaks up again, her voice going soft.

"What were you distracted by, Mama?"

"Oh," Tanya says, swallowing back a wave of anxiety suddenly rising up in her. "It's just...adult stuff, honey. I don't want you to worry about it while you're small, okay?"

Lila looks up at her with a scrutinizing stare, as though Tanya's a puzzle she's trying to figure out. "Mmkay...if you say so..."

Tanya smiles at her comfortingly, rubbing her arm lightly. "If you're still worried about it later, we can talk about it when you're big, if you want. But right now you're just a baby, so don't worry about it, okay?"

"I'm not a baby. I'm not William," Lila says, a very adorable pout coming over her face. "But...okay...if you're sure..."

Tanya's smile widens a little, and she chuckles softly. "Are you worried about your mama, Lila?"

Lila flushes, her nose scrunching up a little and her cheeks once again turning pink. "I just don't want you to ignore me again," she mumbles, turning her face away so Tanya can't see her.

"Aww, honey..." Tanya reaches over with her other arm, wrapping it around Lila and giving her a tight squeeze. She presses a kiss to the back of her head, smiling a little at the lightly pleased huff she receives for it. "I can't promise I won't get spacey again, but I promise I'm gonna try to do better, okay? And sweetheart, if it does start to feel like I'm ignoring you again, it's okay to ask me for attention. In fact, please please please tell me if you feel ignored, and I'll make sure to give you the attention you need. I love you to death and I don't want you to feel unloved. Okay?"

"Mmph...okay. Okay, Mama, I will," Lila mumbles, squirming a little in Tanya's embrace. "Thank you. 'n...'nIloveyoutoo. Now get off me."

Tanya chuckles, pressing one last kiss to her curls before drawing back, finally freeing Lila from her lovingly crushing embrace. Lila straightens up as well, lingering close but no longer trying to squish up against her side like she was before, and that combined with the fact she doesn't seem actually seem very irritated about being snuggled makes Tanya figure that she probably was just starting to get a little overstimulated by all the touch. Probably best to give her a bit of a cool down on it—she'll have to let Mike know when they go in for dinner.

"Hey, girls, spaghetti's ready!"

In speaking of the man himself. Tanya smiles, turning to Lila and gesturing back toward the kitchen. "You ready to eat, baby?"

Lila turns in that direction, staring at the doorway with a scrutinizing expression. "Yeah," she says, surprisingly casually for what an intense look she was giving the kitchen, and hops up to her feet. She lingers, however, watching as Tanya gets to her feet, tilting her head a little once she's standing. "Um. Mama?"

Tanya looks at her, another wave of concern washing over her. "Yeah honey?"

Lila looks at her for a moment, rocking back and forth on her heels. "...after dinner, can we watch microwaves explode on Youtube?"

Well, that's not what Tanya had been expecting. She can't help but laugh a little, shaking her head in amusement. "Yeah, honey, of course we can. Just me and you, or do you want Dada there too?"

Lila shrugs noncommittally, her eyes already lighting up in excitement with the yes she's been given. "He can watch too. I don' care, 'long as you're there." She then grins broadly, before turning on her heels and sprinting toward the kitchen, where Tanya can hear her calling, "Dada! Guess what me and Mama are gonna watch!"

Tanya can't stop the fond smile that spreads across her lips at that. She follows after Lila, readying herself to explain to Mike why they're about to spend their evening on Youtube watching cutlery spark and set fire to appliances, and knowing damn well she wouldn't want it any other way.

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All the Missing Pieces - Ch 22

Preview:

Adrien fed Plagg some cheese, his thoughts in disarray. ‘Hey, Plagg…do you…think I’ll have to give to give up being Cat Noir, when the baby comes?’

Plagg eyed him over a mouthful of cheese. ‘I was wondering when you’d realise that.’

Adrien’s heart sank. ‘Has there never been a miraculous holder with children?’

‘Nope. You met the Guardians, right? Bunch of celibate monks making soap and playing complicated boardgames? Holding a miraculous is a life of solitude. When past holders have partnered off, they’ve always given up their miraculous to do so. It’s the only way to get around the whole secrecy and lies part, too.’

‘Huh. Do you…think Marinette’s already worked this out?’

Plagg gave him a look.

‘Yeah, I thought so.’ Adrien sighed and headed for the apartment.

He found Marinette lounging on the sofa, crying at an old episode of ‘My Little Pony’. A plate was balanced on her belly, showcasing a half-massacred chocolate gateau.

Tikki hovered at her shoulder, her eyes drawn in worry. When she saw Adrien, she nodded at him and flew out of the room and down the hall.

He glanced into his jacket and gave Plagg a meaningful look. Plagg took the hint – he’d seen that look enough times to know what it meant – and followed Tikki.

Adrien sat down beside Marinette. ‘Are you okay?’

She stared at the screen, gasping out her words. ‘It’s just – horrible the way – everyone’s – been treating C-cupcake! Making comments about her – appearance, like she’s – getting f-fat, and – everyone just – touching her stomach when she didn’t – she didn’t – give them permission!’

He glanced at the TV. ‘…touching the…pony’s stomach?’

‘Okay, I – might not – might not be talking about M-misty anymore.’

‘Wasn’t it Cupcake?’

‘What – ever!’ She stared sullenly at the gateau, and all the crumbs spilled over her clothes and the sofa like a glitter bomb had gone off. ‘I don’t…I don’t remember eating this.’

He took the plate and placed it on the coffee table, then held her hand. ‘Are people touching your stomach?’

She nodded through tears. ‘They don’t even ask! The hands are just – there before I – have time to tell them to b-back off.’ She gestured at her stomach, which was surreal in its size. ‘That whole rule about – respecting people’s b-bodies and p-private space – that we’re taught in s-school? It just – goes out the w-window when you’re p-pregnant. I’m f-fair game. For that and – everyone talking about how – how – b-big I am. Look at Marinette, isn’t she b-big? Marinette, you’re huge! Are you carrying twins?’ Her eyes rounded with urgency. ‘Adrien, do you…do you think twins run in your family?’

‘Well, I…I think twins skip a generation….’

She slumped back against the sofa and exhaled loudly. ‘Thank god.’ The tears slowed and she got her breathing a little under control.

Then she sat up again, that urgency back on her face. ‘Wait. You and Felix were made identical…but Emilie and Amelie….’

He nodded. ‘That’s just it. With normal genetics, they should skip a generation, which suggests that…it’s possible, yeah. I have no idea how it works if the father is a sentimonster, though.’

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[just-b-wilde]

To hell with it.

Look, it doesn’t matter, as I said, okay?

There’s nothing wrong with admitting that despite how annoying she can sometimes be, she is simply extraordinary.

I mean – atypical.

She’s just different.

Period.

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cassel being obsessed with every girl he comes across and then sitting and moping about lila is a little frustrating. barron come back i need the sibling angst back GOD im sick of them