I haven't done anything in the Naritaverse in two centuries but I'll send you my wife for the ask meme Lua
Lua Klein
1) fight them or fight for them: oh geez. Avoid fights involving Lua entirely. Too much danger re: Ladd
2) on a scale of 1-10 how excited do I get when I see them: When I see her, ehh 6. When she has a significant speaking role and I learn more about her that reveals her personality? Solid 9, yo, she’s confusing and I like information
3) would i smooch: I don’t think we’d be into each other
4) have I drawn/written about them/should i draw/write about them: I’m rather pleased with the Ladd/Lua fics I’ve written but I’ve never written from her POV because she’s... difficult. I don’t know if I’d feel confident enough with her.
5) voice HC if they don’t have a voice already: dude her English voice is so good. So good. so good.
Give me your brutally honest opinions of the HerOT4, and then all six legs of it
HEROT4 HERE IT GOES
HerOT4: Everything good that is here on this whole fucked up world. I wouldn’t have considered it without you but you had shown me the light. (ARE YOU HYPED THAT FOR THE NEXT TWO DAYS OF BAKUDEKU WEEK I HAVE TWO FICS TO PUBLISH ABOUT THEM BECAUSE I AM)
BakuDeku: It Is My Hell And I Made My Home Here Praise The SunDekuRaka: Absolute Pure GoodnessIiDeku: Why Isn’t This More Popular They Are Cute As FuckBakuRaka: KICK HIS ASS BABY I GOT YOUR FLOWER god i love themIidaRaka: Well they are fine and adorable but I prefer if the others are with themBakuIida: See previous entry
*kICKS DOWN THE DOOR* MY WIFE THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE, LUA Also I'm gonna send Goose too even though like nobody likes him but me, just because i have a reputation to uphold
Lua
character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS
ship with: Why would you ship her with anyone other than Ladd... why
general opinions: She’s confusing! I have a hard time figuring her out! But she’s certainly pretty, and I want her to be happy. And she’s happy with Ladd! So. That’s good.
Goose
character: hate them | don’t really care | like them | LOVE them | THEY ARE MY PRECIOUS
ship with: ...no thank you
general opinions: I mean... He’s a creep? and I feel like he’s got a perverted air to him. In like, a predatory sort of way. It’s something about how he smiles. Also there are a few endings of the DS game in which he goes after Natalie Beriam and that’s weird at best. ...uh, sorry.
*slides into your ask* so uh how about that prompt me? Perhaps maybe a 6? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) for my babies? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
The way you said “I love you”: On a sunny Tuesday afternoon, the late sunlight glowing in your hair
*waves* includes all the warnings you’d expect for Ladd/Lua
As he’s looking down on his target’s mangled, bloody body,he hears the car door open and turns to see his fiancee. She approaches, hereyes lightless and calm. Ladd turns his grin towards her.
“Did you see that, Lua? This sap never saw it coming!” Hekicks the corpse, which is still warm. “Imagine thinking you could escape theRusso Family by moving out to the suburbs. Uncle must really love me, giving me a joblike this. He was just the kind of guy I like to kill. I just rang thedoorbell, and then when he answered, bam!”
He’d punched the embezzler square in the jaw and thendragged him out to the front yard to beat him to death in full view of Lua.Judging by the light smile on her face, she’d appreciated the show. She givesthe corpse a wide berth when approaching him, but doesn’t shy away when hetakes her jaw in a bloodied hand to kiss her.
“Are you going home now?” she asks in her soft voice whenshe breaks the kiss. The blood from his hand stands out against her white skin.
“Actually, I was thinking, why don’t we slip inside and seeif he’s got a nice bottle of wine we can help ourselves to? We don’t go onenough dates!”
Lua smiles at that, too, and gives a tiny nod. Ladd kicksthe door in with a “Pardon the intrusion!” rather than risk leavingfingerprints on it, and looks around to get a feel for the place. Kitchen’s onthe right. But as he heads in that direction, he sees that Lua is stopped,staring straight at the first door on the left instead. It’s open, and there’sa bed visible just beyond it.
A grin creeps up his face as he guesses what she’s thinking.
“I don’t think he keeps his wine there, doll,” he says.
“Probably not.” The color in her cheeks deepens, and herhand finds his, fingertips gently tracing his palm. Her eyes are stilllifeless, but there’s an urgency in their depths now. She’s always been sure ofwhat she wants, for as long as Ladd has known her.
So much for not leaving fingerprints. Oh well. It’s not likehe cares anyway. Without another word, he sweeps her up into a princess carryand brings her into the dead man’s bedroom for a little affection.
*
After, she washes mussed makeup off her face while helocates the wine and a pair of wineglasses. They take them out to the porch andsit on the steps. The setting sun dyes the yard a glowing orange.
Ladd lights up a cigar and begins smoking between sips ofthe wine. But in a minute, Lua starts coughing, her face pinched as she wavesher hand in front of her nose.
Ladd taps ash off the end of the cigar. “Too much?” he asksher.
She shakes her head, eyes lowered. “It’s okay. I don’t mindif it’s you,” she says.
“Of course you don’t.” He grins. “You love it when I hurtyou, doncha, Lua? But I’d rather hurt you on purpose than incidentally. I know bettermethods to take your breath away.”
He thinks of stubbing the cigar out against her arm so thatshe’ll always have something to point to as a reminder of his promise. But it’snot the right time. He rubs it out against the porch steps instead and tossesit into the yard. It lands by the corpse. Ladd grins.
“How do you want it to be, Lua?”
She turns her lightless eyes towards him, eager.
“You want it to be like that poor bastard? A quick sock tothe jaw’d probably snap your neck, dollface. One hit and it’d be over.” Tempting, he thinks, imagining hisknuckles against her smooth, gorgeous skin. But then he reconsiders. “But that’sno good, is it?”
“No?” she asks. She doesn’t seem to share his opinion; inthe setting sun, her face flushes eagerly.
“Nah. It’s gotta be slower than that. I want you to feel it, Lua—feel my love for you as I stripthe life out of your body. It’s gotta be special.Real special.” He chuckles suddenly. Between the rush of killing the embezzler,the afterglow of being with Lua, and the wine starting to kick in, he’s feelinggood.
And Lua’s hanging on his every word. He chugs what’s left ofhis wine and leers at her. “Here’s what I’ll do,” he tells her under the glowof the late-afternoon sun. “I’m gonna figure out something totally new. Someway that no one’s ever killed anyone before. And then I’m gonna save that justfor you, and you’ll never see it coming, but when it happens, you’ll know it’sall for you. And you know why?”
