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Heathers WIP?

Heyo! Should I be starting a new thing when I have 50 million abandoned projects? Probably not! But I have Spotify Wrapped to thank for this.

Why? Well, dear reader, did you know Cristina Vee (ENG VA Marinette) and Andrew Russell (ENG VA Luka) have a cover of Dead Girl Walking from Heathers together? Because I sure did (thanks to a post here, ironically), to the point where it is in my TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR.

And did you also know I am a Lukanette forever and always? Surprise!

So really, what other choice did I have? I do have a 'fleshed out' plot for this one (loosely), but I'm not 100% sure I'll end up doing anything with it. Truth be told, this is only like...half of the scene I even wanted to write. But that's why they call it a WIP, right? RIGHT???? I just want to go to sleep lol. But that's enough rambling! Hope you enjoy this strange Heathers x Miraculous blurb. Might write more, might not-- never let them know your next move!

“And you’re sure about this one?” Luka asked, shuffling sheet music on a stand next to his bed. 

It wasn’t really like her– the punchy, electric guitar or the vulgar, vengeful lyrics. If he had to choose, Marinette was more of a Legally Blonde or a Mean Girls (and that was pushing it), but definitely not a Heathers. Not that she would make a bad Veronica Sawyer. It was just that he didn’t know if Veronica Sawyer was her style. Marinette never showed that side of herself to him, anyway. 

She smiled, “surprised?” Her eyes were busy scanning papers of her own as she paced up and down the floorboards of Luka’s room. 

“So were the girls when I told them. You should have seen the look on Alix’s face.” 

“That bad?” Luka laughed, beginning to tune his guitar. 

“Let’s just say she didn’t take it as seriously as you are.” She giggled, “No one really did. Not even Alya!” Which was discouraging seeing how it was her idea to begin with. 

She began pacing a little faster. All of her friends had been hesitant, and while it upset her a little, they had doubts like this before. Either way, it was in her nature as an artist to receive critique or wild eyes at ideas she had. And usually, it didn’t bother her. At least, not until… 

“Luka?” 

“Yes, Marinette?” 

“Do you think this is a bad idea?” 

He let go of the instrument slowly from his hands and let it hang off his body. Calmly, he closed his eyes and took a breath, and Marinette’s pace quickened again. Surely, he was trying to find the right words to let her down easy. She didn’t know why the thought of it being him made her heart race. As Ladybug, it felt like she had all the confidence in the world. Shouldn’t that mean she’d have some outside of the mask? 

After what seemed like an eternity, Luka finally opened his eyes. Once again he grabbed the guitar and began fiddling with the pegs. 

“No.” 

Marinette was brought to a sudden halt. That’s it? 

“That’s it,” he echoed. She didn’t realize she had said that part outloud. 

The laugh she let out was a little more manic than intended, “but didn’t you just say..?” 

“I only asked if you were sure,” he grinned, “You added the surprise all by yourself.” 

“Well, that’s because you are, aren’t you? Like Alix? Or Alya? Or Rose? Or Myelen?” or even his own sister, Juleka? 

“No.” he said again, “Not really.” And Luka really could have left it like that, but she kept on staring at him, so he continued talking.  

“Well, for starters, I’ve been in the whole music thing long enough to know the way a person looks or acts doesn’t automatically decide their taste. If anything, I’m surprised Rose said something.” That part was pretty self explanitory, and Marinette laughed. Considering her double life, it was ironic how accurate Luka was. She wondered what kind of music Pairs thought Ladybug listened to– how close was it her own? 

“And secondly, I know you’re not scared of stepping outside of your comfort zone, Marinette. No matter what you decide to do, I’m one-thousand percent sure you’ll give it your all, and you’ll be amazing because of it.” 

A warm flush started crawling up her face, pooling in her cheeks. Luka had said it so casually, so matter of factly, he didn’t even look up from his guitar. His brow furrowed as he worked on the tuning pegs, barely twisting each one  back and forth, concentrating on the noise coming from his guitar as he flicked the corresponding strings. That alone was enough for Marinette’s blush to get a little darker. 

“You really mean that?” she peeped, once again not knowing if it came out of her mouth or stayed in her head. 

Finally, he looked up, “absolutely,” Luka smiled. They were close enough for him to see the red coloring her face and the way her bluebell eyes sparkled from the encouragement. His own cheeks began to pinken at the sight. Before long, both hurriedly looked away. 

Luka cleared his throat, “absolutely,” he repeated through a cough. It made perfect sense why he wasn’t phased. Afterall, Marinette trusted Luka enough to know he was an open minded person, but there was still one question that plagued her.

“Then, why did you ask?” She said, hoping it would distract her beating heart. 

“I just…” and for the first time, she saw him hesitate, “I just want to make sure you’re doing this for the right reasons. Because you want to, not because someone else does, or because it’s something you’re expected to do.”

Or because it was the only way to spend time with a guy who would’t notice her otherwise, she frowned. Being Juleka’s brother meant Luka saw when the girls would push Marinette into schemes and plans she wasn’t thrilled about. Of course he would be cautious now. 

“It’s a heavy song, Marinette. I need to know you’re comfortable.” 

Marinette was pulled from her thoughts, “Thank you, Luka,” she sighed. Who could have guessed she needed that as much as she did? 

“Always,” he replied confidently, “so?” The room was silent before an answer came. 

“Yeah, I’m sure about this one.” 

“Great! Because I’m just about done setting up.” Luka grabbed a thick, black chord and plugged one end into the amp by his bed. The other was jammed into the guitar, a small crack of static letting both know contact was made. After carefully plucking a few notes, the volume was adjusted, and he turned to Marinette.

“Would’t want Officer Roger crashing in, right?” He teased. 

But all of a sudden, Marinette was on edge. 

“Sorry,” Luka grimmaced, “bad joke.” 

She stared right at the floor “No, it’s not that. It’s…we’re really doing this.”

“Looks like it.” 

“As in, right now.”

“That’s the idea.” 

“I, me, Marinette, am going to sing infront of you, musically trained Luka.” 

“So musically trained Luka can help you ace your audition.” 

As was the whole point, Marinette thought. Practice with Luka so he could give her pointers, nail the audition, and get the part so she could spend time with Adrien. That’s when she’d get him to fall in love with her, and after a few years they could get married, adopt a hamster, have three kids named…what again?

Alya walked her through this. It was the plan! It was what she wanted! So why did she feel so unsure? Why did it feel so wrong to her? 

Marinette looked back at Luka. She didn’t want to embarrass herself infront of him. He wouldn’t care, obviously, but there was something about the thought that made her cringe. She shouldn’t care– then why did she? And why did she so much? 

Luka noticed the way her breathing picked up, the way her eyes clouded with anxiety. 

“Hey,” He started gently, “We don’t have to start right away if it makes you feel better.” He said, “I don’t have anything else today.” 

A large hand pressed on her shoulder, which helped settle her down a bit, “I’m all yours.” 

Marinette didn’t have plans either, aside from Luka. That was, as long as her Ladybug duties didn’t call her. They scheduled it out like this in case, though frankly, it was more an excuse to spend more time together. The mini-freak-out was entirely unplanned. 

“Maybe we can talk a while more?” She asked, “I think I’m getting last minute jitters.” 

“Of course,” Luka said coolly, “We can take as much time as we need.” 

“I owe you, Luka.” 

“Ha– jokes on you. I love talking to you, Marinette.” 

And there were about a million things left unsaid between them. They probably should address his confession soon, or maybe go over the logistics considering she was (supposedly) ‘madly in love’ with Adrien. Shockingly, neither of those topics brought her peace of mind. This whole thing was starting to feel like a bad idea. 

“As long as we’re just chatting,” Luka said, “do you mind if I ask another question?” 

“Sure.” 

“There are a ton of other songs to choose from for Veronica, so why Dead Girl Walking?” 

She never mentioned it to him, but Luka was smart enough to know Adrien had something to do with it. That’s why he asked all those questions earlier, about her being comfortable, about what she wanted. But she didn’t choose the song for Adrien. 

“I guess I liked how brash it was.” She answered. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. I mean, everyone sees me as this innocent, sweet, clumsy cinnamon roll. That’s why Alix, Rose, Myelen, Alya, and Juleka were shocked when they heard who I was trying out for, right? I guess I want people to see me as more than that.” 

“Is there something wrong with being seen like that?” He asked. It was nice getting to know more about Marinette, especially when they shared moments like these. 

“No!” Marinette flailed, “I love being nice and sweet! I just don’t want to be stuck in a box for the rest of my life.” Besides, she’d seen enough as Ladybug to confidently say she wasn’t too sheltered anymore.

“Really, you could consider this my Jagged Little Pill.” 

That got a laugh out of Luka who had started noodling little melodies while they spoke. Before long, a familiar song came up, and the two sat quietly listening to the music. That was the last boost Marinette needed, and as he finished, she perked up. 

“Okay.” 

“Ready?” Luka asked. 

“Bring it on.” 

“Then let’s show the world what you’re made of, Alanis.” 

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And here it is! The first chapters of the new Love Never Dies! (again lol) This is a rewrite of my old fic also named “Love Never Dies” so some things will be similar but lots of things will be different! Check it out if you get the chance <3

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Heyo! I’ve been posting kinda frequently? lol We’ll see how long that lasts. For my Felinette POTO people! Here’s a little preview of what I’ve been cooking up. I’m thinking I’ll post on ao3 when I’m done with all of it, but tbh we’ll see what I’m feeling. Hope you guys enjoy!

“Lot 665, ladies and gentlemen: a set of silver studs, in the shape of simple, delicate circles. This item, discovered in the vaults of the theater, is still in pristine condition. May I start at twenty francs?”

There was no movement in the crowd gathered at the dilapidated opera house; the jewelry looked plain– of no value to those hoping to resell or show off. But Adrien was entranced by the way they glimmered, hypnotized by the memory of her.

“Fifteen, then?” the auctioneer questioned, “Fifteen I am bid.”

This seemed to motivate the spectators, as slowly, but surely, they began to liven. As the bidding continued, Adrien snapped out of his trance long enough to buy the studs.

“Sold, for thirty francs to the Vicomte de Agreste! Thank you, sir.”

The earrings, placed in a small velvet box, were handed across to the old man. Now, he could study them– focus with a closer view. They felt foreign in his aged hands, heavy almost. As if they carried a weight far beyond that which they should. If these were the earrings– her earrings– Adrien supposed it would make sense. Afterall, Marinette often carried the weight of the world on her shoulders.

Quietly, half to himself, half to the box, Adrien smiled, “A collector’s piece indeed– every detail exactly as she said.” He began thinking of his dear, old friend as a smile broke upon his lips. She often spoke of them, her earrings, their hypnotizing gem and shiny, polished metal. What became of them when she’d been gone?

Adrien’s attention returned to the auctioneer, as he resumed with the next item, “Lot 666, then: A chandelier in pieces. Some of you may recall the strange affair of Chat Noir: a mystery never fully explained. We are told ladies and gentlemen, that this is the very chandelier which figures in the famous disaster.”

“Our workshops have restored it and fitted up parts of it with wiring for the new electric light, so that we may get a hint of what it may look like when re-assembled. Perhaps we may frighten away the ghost of so many years ago with a little illumination. Gentleman?”

The auctioneer switched on the chandelier. There was an enormous flash as the bulbs came to life, shining and blinding those who looked directly at them. Adrien remembered a time, not long ago, when those bulbs were instead candles– each requiring its own attention to light. He recalled what it looked like when the wax would drip down, milky and hot, as smoke would rise from the small flames. He remembered the stage hands and how they would complain each night the chandelier was to be lit– how hot it made the room, especially when the crowds packed in, a sea of people. It was like he could see the opera house restore itself before his very eyes.

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Heyo!

Thanks to all who voted in the poll! And the winner is… 🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁🥁

Felinette! 🥳🐈‍⬛

I realized like halfway through the voting I could have just used Luka/Viperion, but honestly Felix/Cat Noir just works better. So yeah! Now that I have an idea of where this is going, I’m working on my POTO AU (slowly but surely). For now, I’m keeping the old version up, but that will one day be deleted, I’m just not sure when exactly yet. Some things will be similar, some things will be different, but it’s all gonna be a fun ride!

I’ve been thinking about posting some fun concepts/behind the scenes stuff here so if that interests you…keep in touch? lol no pressure!

But yeah! That’s all for now. Thank you so much again for everyone who contributed. I really didn’t think anyone would see my post but so many of you did! That’s so awesome! Pawesome? :-D

See all you lovely people around!

oh and PS for my Lukanettes:

if you’re interested keep an eye out; I have a musical AU for you too ❤️💚💛💙👀

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haven’t been active in forever and not sure if I’m screaming into the void 💀. GUYS so I’m reworking my POTOxMiraculous AU and I need help. Do I do lukanette or felinette????

My original was felinette and that worked out for a lot of reasons, but lukanette is lowkey my baby and they’d be so perfect for the role too????

help????

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Love Never Dies (OLD)

I thought I’d post my stuff on tumblr for...convenience? Actually, idk why, I just thought it’d be fun lol. So, here’s a preview of chapter one! (even tho like.. six..? are already up) 

“And here! Lot 666—a chandelier in pieces. Many of you might remember the events leading up to its destruction, and tales of Chat Noir, the so-called Phantom of the Opera. We have recently fitted the fixture to use modern day electricity: by doing so you can all see what was once the glory of this Opera House, and maybe scare away the ghost of nights past.”

Marinette had always been a chorus girl.

She had since her first day walking into the Agreste Opera House, and though it was a reality many would have been content to live in, something inside the girl pushed her to be better. Call it wasted optimism, as many did in the past, but the need to go beyond what everyone expected of her drove Marinette to the position she was in today.

Today would be her first ever audition for the lead role.

“Dearest, you must stop shaking!” a voice cooed in her right ear. Leave it to Alya to call her out on her apparent nervousness. Of course, Marinette was thankful for her friend, someone more akin to a sister, but a small part of her wished she had done a better job concealing the shaking.

“You’re ready for this—I know you are! You’ve practiced harder than anyone else up for the role, and definitely more so than Chloe”

“Thanks, Alya,” the nervous girl replied, “but I can’t help myself!” Though she hated to admit it, somewhere in the back of her mind Marinette knew Chloé would effortlessly receive the role: so far, she had every year. Whether it was because of her talent and capability as a performer or because of her father’s pull in the opera house, the noirette had yet to make up her mind— after all, Chloé could not sell out full houses if the people did not like her voice. Still, it bothered her: for years Marinette had practiced and practiced role after role, only to be denied a chance in the limelight in preference to the Prima Donna.

“Don’t be” Alya firmly stated, “your voice has come a long way from the start of the season, and it is only a matter of time before Queen Bee is overthrown.” Both girls giggled before promptly being shushed by Madame Bustier, the woman leading the auditions.

“And up next is Mademoiselle Chloé Bourgeois auditioning for... the lead” she called, ignoring the groans heard throughout the room, “Perform well my dear, and may Lady Luck be on your side” Madame Bustier concluded, leaving Chloé to begin her audition.

As she had every year, the blonde performed her rendition of Hannibal , belting loudly during each verse

“Is it just me, or did she get worse” Marinette could hear Alya say under her breath. Chloe Bourgeois wasn't an especially bad singer by any means, though what she had could hardly be called a gift. With help from some of the most formidable teachers in Paris, the girl's voice was shaped into something bearable, but desire was found naturally—  no amount of lessons could teach Chloe to have a want so desperate

“As you know,” Madame Bustier scolded, “Mademoiselle Bourgeois deserves our complete attention— and that cannot happen when there is chatter on the main floor” Marinette sank into her seat as Chloé scoffed

“In all honesty, I don’t know why you let her in here at all Madame B— as if she’s going to get the part” The way Chloe spoke to Marinette was always so demeaning, but in all fairness she spoke to everyone that way. Still, the comment felt unwarranted; leave it to Chloe to attack Marinette’s greatest insecurity.

Noticing the harshness of the comment, Madame Bustier frowned, “that will be all Mademoiselle Bourgeois— you may continue where you left off” Even though there was little Madame Bustier could do to put the blonde in her place, Marinette felt content with her quick response. At least the staff was on her side, so she wasn’t so alone

                                                            …

Bourgeois auditions were notoriously long for all the wrong reasons. It primarily depended on the length of the piece the girl went with every year: Hannibal . The added notes, repeats, runs, and fermatas did nothing to stop the music from staying past its welcome, and with help from Sabrina, it was nearly impossible for the song to finish on time. Knowing this, it was easy for anyone in the crowd to get lost in their thoughts: afterall, they did have a solid 15 minutes before

Mademoiselle Bourgeois would finally step down, and having heard it countless times before, Hannibal was getting duller by the second. Needless to say, Marinette had been a casualty in this war many of times

“Marinette? MARINETTE!” The ditzy girl eventually snapped away from her daydreams: Chloé’s audition must have finally ended. “Madame Bustier has been trying to get your attention! You remember—for your audition?” Alya poked

“Don’t even try: it’s no use Césaire. Dupain-Cheng would never get the role regardless of whether she were here or not!” Chloé added, looking away from both girls, “Madame Bustier already knows the role belongs to me.”

“She only knows as your father paid for the production” Alya scoffed, trying to defend her best friend.

“I’m sorry, did you say something, Césaire?”

“Why, yes Chloé. I said your father is a—”

“That will be enough” a firm voice cracked through. It was Madame Mendeleiev— head of the production.

“Ladies, I would expect you both to understand the importance of working together, and I assure you would not like the consequences should you not” She gave a large frown before continuing, “But luckily for you that is not why I am here today”

Alya and Chloe glared at each other as a crowd gathered around the stage. When Madame Mendeleiev opened her mouth, the room hushed, “Before we conclude auditions”, she said, glancing at Marinette, “I have an announcement for the troop”

Now that everyone’s attention was on the teachers in the front, she continued, “As you may have heard, the great Gabriel Agreste has recently passed. Therefore, the ownership of the Opera House will be passed down to his youngest son, Adrien.” The room burst in outcry, most protesting the new change in management.

“The young Agreste belongs in an office, not the opera!”

“What about our wages— will they cut our wages?”

“Is he even old enough to manage the House?”

“Please everyone! Settle down!” Madame Mendeleiev impatiently demanded, “The young Agreste will have time to prove to everyone he is more than capable in running our opera house— his opera house.” Though it didn’t seem to convince the crowd, Madame Mendeleiev carried on

“He is to arrive any minute, to check on our production— to make sure we are up to his standards.” All of a sudden, Marinette tensed, “Madame Bustier, the auditions— my audition—does this mean it’s canceled?” After how hard she’d worked, after everything she had done— it couldn’t end like this! Even if Chloe was destined to get the lead role this year, was it too much to ask for a fighting chance? All she wanted was a moment to be able to prove herself, but quickly her prospects had seemed to be shifting. Suddenly, a voice was heard by the door.

“Fear not for your audition Mademoiselle” a strange, new voice called, “It will continue as planned if I have anything to say about it.” Upon hearing this, Marinette turned around. A tall man stood in front of her; he had bronze colored skin and wore thin bifocals which suited the color of his dark hair. His eyes were a strong amber— yet his demeanor was calm and collected. The mysterious man gazed around the room, landing his eyes on Alya, before quickly looking away.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Monsieur Nino Lahiffe”

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Reblog if you ship Lukanette.

I wanna see how many of us are in the community(?)

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Quick! Someone more talented than me, we need a Phantom of the Opera but with Miraculous Ladybug! Maybe I'll do it but I don't know when!