#luka and doe

[mydarlingdearestdead]

When Doe arrived it was to a scene of utter confusion and catastrophe. Monica flapped her hands like a woman drowned, her voice rising above the restaurant's tell-tale din. Before her, a young hostess shrunk against her podium, a highlighter in one curled fist. Monica roared, "I'm telling you, there is a reservation. Do you think me an idiot? So senile I can not confirm a booking? I will have a conversation with your superiors, dear girl, you can be sure of that. Check again!"

Doe cleared her throat, effectively silencing the clamour. In the ensuing quiet, she confirmed, "My name is Doe Divine. It should be booked, if you would check."

The hostess, flushed still from her previous patience, smiled and nodded. Seemingly, Monica had stolen all the poor girl's words with her fruitless malice.

Another woman- One, perhaps, who still knew herself to belong to the human race- may have been mortified following such an incident but Monica maintained her marionette-like posture, holding herself with an air of importance despite such a rudimentary mistake.

As she led them to a small, lavish table at the restaurant's front-window, the hostess subtly attempted to wipe the tears from her rosy cheeks. Monica scoffed.

"Be quiet, would you?" Doe snapped. Her coat, a tremendous pink and white fur that Luka had acquired for her some years previous, seemed to envelop her in such a way to threaten suffocation. She cleared her throat once more, squaring her shoulders in the same motion.

Monica looked rather aghast, her eye flickering between her niece and the hostess who was now ushering the two into plush chairs. Her departure was swift and laced with relief.

"How dare you." Monica broke out, glancing anxiously around as if a gaggle of reporters were awaiting a quote or a snapshot, "Destiny Harbour, I think you're forgetting who set you up for this life you enjoy so. Who clothed you and fed you. Who- Who drove you to singing lessons. Who fulfilled the paper-work for all those glorious little performances of yours." Evidentially, Monica had expected Doe to interrupt before her supply of debts ran dry. The silence stretched between them, large, vast and utterly unbreachable.

Doe examined her manicure. Just hours previous she had been forced to request an emergency appointment following an unfortunate incident in which Luka managed to bring a heavy folder of sheet music down on her right hand. Ever so apologetic, he had insisted on paying for her replacement. In his honour, she had opted for a light, dusty pink instead of her usual stark white. Surprisingly, she found herself adoring such a choice.

"Well?" Monica prompted, "Say something instead of staring like an idiot at your... Hands." Finally, her piercing gaze fell upon Doe's left ring-finger.

Doe hummed, "I wasn't sure I wouldn't have to tell you directly." She held her hand up as to allow the stone to catch the light, "If you hadn't rescheduled so many times, you may have made the wedding, you know. That's on you, remember. Although, that's not to say I wanted you there." Her own laughter shocked her, "Sorry..."

"Destiny." Monica's voice was urgent.

"Doe." She corrected mildly. Standing, she continued, "Anyway, I already paid for the set menu for one. Order whatever you want. They will charge you for alcohol though."

She had never bothered to remove her coat, not as Monica had, and now, Doe found it to be a snug embrace, no longer suffocating. She was inclined to smile, "Now, enjoy your meal. I'm going out with my husband."

On her way out, Doe paused to slip a business card into the hand of the poor girl Monica had tortured, as well as the spare cash she had withdrawn for her manicure.

"That," She said, offering the money, "Is for if she is a beast to you. And this," She held the business card aloft, "Is for if anyone else is."

[wukongfeetpics]

characters have to be a little bit awful in ways that you cant defend. its good for the ecosystem. your honor he did do that. He did in fact do that

[mydearestdarlingdead]

Luka and Doe with annotation in the tags on the writing account tomorrow <3

[ezrazzle]

After slowly chipping away at this for a while, I'm finally done drawing the cast of The Magnus Archives!

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[joneevarts]

I just want to be happy but rusty quill said no.

Elias' version

Edit: y'all this is Peter Lukas not Martin lmaooo (tho they do look alike, plus I didn't made his white hair strands visible enough so my bad)

[nottoonedin]

HELPP?? I DIDN'T KNOW THERE WAS A CAPTION FOR THIS PIECE OF LUKA AND HYUNA THAT MAKES IT EVEN MORE OMINOUS-

"내가 원하는 건 하나뿐이라고 했잖아."

"I told you there was only one thing I wanted."

[dovewingkinnie]

the propaganda trio

[tensyc]

Round 5

I got lazy

[bukashki]

@ninadove YOU.

Thank you for making me appreciate the tragic nature of slithering-out-of-grasp design of Aspik. I could not resist :(( I BLAME YOU FOR EVERYTHING <3

rest of you read It brings the world back into tune

Bonus: A familiar voice

[lopsaii]

Round 7 never happened. Hyuna and mizi saved both luka and till so hyuluka had to have some revenge bonding time

[mydarlingdearestdead]

The whir of the electric mixer combined with the steady hum of the ancient oven to produce a familiar symphony in the kitchen, grounded by the chiming of the microwave and Doe's inconsistent pants.

When Luka approached, she jumped the height of the very ceiling, exclaiming, "Jesus!"

Sheepishly, he withdrew, muttering apologies and assurances, all the while figuring and calculating. His ultimate goal, you understand, was not born or malice or a desire to harm Doe. No, rather, Luka sought only to relieve the part of himself which craved mischief.

Hence, all he needed was for her to allow him the batter-covered spoon to lick. In full awareness that she would deny him, he batted his eyelashes and asked, "Bambi... What would you say if I suggested a trade?" Doe made an odd, dismissive gesture in reply, studying a cookbook. Grinning, Luka repeated, "A trade in which I receive a certain... Delicacy in the form of chocolate-drenched metal."

Spinning, now, to face him, cookbook in hand, Doe scowled. She laid her free hand on her hip irritably, "You want to lick the spoon? Really? Are you seven years old all of a sudden?" She laid the cookbook on the kitchen counter, crossing her arms over her chest in the same motion.

"I'm not taking care of you when you inevitably get salmonella, you know." She said, but they both knew she would. Then, she pinched the bridge of her nose, conceding slightly at the pleading expression upon Luka's face, "What's in it for me. anyway? In your 'Trade'?"

He spread his palms wide, "I am so glad you asked! I get to enjoy the enchantment of the best part of baking- That which you would just throw away otherwise, mind you-"

"Salmonella!" Doe repeated insistently, but her tone was fond.

"-But you ask what for you? Why, you, Doe Harbour, get nothing less than all of my affection."

Under the scrutiny of his doll-eyed gaze, few would retain the ability to remain neutral. Thankfully, Doe had years of practice. She merely turned on her heels, huffing, "Thought I already had that."

He shrugged, recognising his utter failure. Luka took it in his stride- The only way he could. However, he did consider one final attempt to be in order before giving up entirely. Approaching from behind on bare-footed soles, Luka's arms wrapped warmly around her waist. He laid his head on her shoulder, stooping down to do so.

"You do." He whispered, "But I don't think I've shown you just the extent to which I'm willing to go to, er... Let you know."

Doe bit her tongue. Flour coated her hands, as well as a fine sprinkling in her hair and a healthy dose upon her apron. Luka, too, seemed to be adopting his fair share. She swallowed heavily, considering her words.

"You drive a hard bargain." She told him softly, "You must really want salmonella."

For the briefest of moments, puzzlement flickered across his face. Doe caught it only in reflection of the window pane. This, she took as a private, personal victory. He all but belonged to her, after all. It was due time that she enjoyed such a truth.

[herobrilne]

meeoooww

hi feluka-ists, enjoy <3

[mydearestdarlingdead]

I love how all my couples have that one character that's just preaching the whole 'They're meant for eachother!' thing and no one listens to them

[scribble-pillar]

get cursed idiot lmao

yeah idk a silly idea for a mcsm au ig

[bigfatbreak]

I honestly can't wait to see Adrien's reaction to the whole engagement thing. I wonder whether he will get jealous and just. Not completely, if at all, understand where it comes from. He just wants to hang out with his dear friend Marinette it's not like her engagement changes anything, right? And meanwhile his fae hindbrain is seething.

P.S. your posts made me want to go read lukanette fics after not engaging with the fandom (besides your comics) at all for *checks watch uh clock uh calendar* 4 years. Thank you<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

honestly before the jealousy even forms, the abandonment trauma hits like a freight train and he almost falls apart