Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch10
Juleka vs. the Forces of Two Idiots in Love
Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)
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She couldnât help but frown at the sight in front of her, despite how seemingly perfect it was. Marinette and Luka were sprawled out in two of the lounge chairs on deck; Luka with his guitar and Marinette with her knitting. And every so often, he would look at Marinette with his Marinette smile like the completely lovestruck sap he was. And every time he looked away, Marinette would look over at him with her completely lovestruck Luka smile.Â
But they kept missing each other. If they would just look at the same time, maybe those two idiots would see what was staring them straight in the face!
It was infuriating! If it werenât for the fact that she had just touched up her hair colour, she would be ripping her hair out.Â
They said love was blind. And so too, apparently, were the two idiots who were so in love with each other.Â
Those two idiots were blind⌠but it was a good thing she wasnât.Â
                               ***
She had considered trying the subtle approach. But that hadnât worked out in her favour with Luka so far. And given his record of being a total and complete idiot about the whole Marinette situationâŚÂ
She didnât want to give him any opportunities to weasel himself out of the talk they were about to have.
âWhen are you going to ask Marinette out?â she asked, plopping down onto the sofa.Â
Luka jumped. âJeez, donât sneak up on me like that!â He narrowed his eyes at her. âAnd what do you mean, âwhen am I going to ask Marinette out?ââÂ
âI mean,â she said, not bothering to hide the way she rolled her eyes, âwhen are you going to ask Marinette out?â
âIâm not.â
âWhat?â She almost jumped to her feet but stopped herself at the last second. Was he still going on with the sweet but completely misguided 'not wanting to pressure her' thing? âWhy in the world would you not?âÂ
Luka seemed to sink further into the armchair as if he was trying to disappear. âI donât see how this is your business-â
She levelled him with a glare. âWhy wonât you ask her out?âÂ
He sighed. âShe doesnât like me that way.â He said it so matter of factly. So assured in the perceived accuracy of his statement.Â
How could he be so stupid?Â
âWell, how do you know she doesnât like you back?â Where had he gotten that ridiculous idea was beyond her.Â
âI told her how I feel.âÂ
What?
âWhat? When?â His face was bright red, and he wouldnât look her in the eye, even though she had practically thrown herself against the arm of the sofa in her demand for answers.Â
âAt the TVi station,â he mumbled, still not looking up from the textbook in his lap.Â
So he had confessed⌠the same day he had been akumatized. But if he had confessed to her⌠how was Marinette under the impression that he didnât like her? She needed details! She needed to know exactly what he had said!
And what Marinette had saidâŚÂ
âWhat did you say to her?â
Finally, he met her gaze. The annoyed glare he was shooting her was an odd contrast to his flaming face. âIt doesnât matter⌠and I really donât know how thatâs your business-â
âJust tell me! Then I can tell you where you went wrong!â
âWhere I went wrong? What makes you think I did anything wrong-â
âAre you currently dating Marinette?â She took his spluttering as a no. âThen obviously something went wrong.â She reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get up to leave. He was not getting out of this one. âNow tell me what you said,â she said as gently as she could while still leaving no room for argument. Â
âFine,â he mumbled. âBut I donât know why Iâm telling you thisâŚâ he sighed again. His face was turning anâŚÂ interesting shade of red. âI said⌠I told herâŚâ the words tumbled out of his mouth in a torrent, so fast she almost didnât understand them. âI said sheâs as clear as a musical note and as sincere as a melody. I said sheâs the music thatâs been in my head since the day we met.âÂ
Damn. The way he so often relied on his guitar⌠it was easy to forget how good he could be with words. Despite what he said otherwise. Damn⌠âAnd then?â
âAnd then?â
âWhat did she say?â she all but shouted her question. She was on her feet now, staring down at him as he sank further and further into the armchair.Â
He sighed and shrugged. âI donât know.â
âYou donât⌠what do you mean you donât know?âÂ
âI walked away.Â
âYou- you what? Why would you walk away?âÂ
âWe were about to play! And I wanted to give her space⌠I didnât want to pressure her- ow! What was that for?â
âFor being an idiot!â
âI am not-â he flinched as she moved to smack him upside the head again. But he was too slow. âWill you stop hitting me?â
âWill you stop being an idiot about Marinette?âÂ
                               ***
If he was going to continue to be an idiot, she would just need to get her answers elsewhere.Â
Besides, there was another idiot she needed to talk to. Hopefully, this one would give her answers.Â
                               ***
Queen of Darkness đŚ: Hey
Queen of Darkness đŚ: I learned some new techniques in the makeup class Iâm doing
Queen of Darkness đŚ: Could I use you as a practice model again?
Pink Idiot đ¸: Yes!!! It was fun last time!đđđ
Pink Idiot đ¸: Iâm free tomorrow morning
Pink Idiot đ¸: Does 10 work?Â
Queen of Darkness đŚ: Itâs great. See u tomorrow
                               ***
âIâm going to do the eyeliner now. Do you mind if I hold your eyelid just so it doesnât move?â
âYeah, go ahead.âÂ
She uncapped the eyeliner, and held her breath as she brought it to Marineteâs eyelid. Much like the Universe seemed to sense when she was trying to get her idiot brother and idiot friend together, liquid eyeliner could smell fear. With short, precise strokes, she brushed the eyeliner across Marinetteâs lash line, the way she had learned to in the latest session of the makeup masterclass. The makeup classes were really paying for themselves. Because already, she could see how much she had improved in her technique.Â
And it gave her a perfect opportunity to dig deeper into the whole âidiots in love situationâ as well.Â
With a slow and even breath and a final flick of the brush, the eyeliner was done. âYou can open your eyes now.âÂ
âCan I look?â
âNot yet. I need to do the lips still.â She pretended to busy herself with looking for the right lipstick in her makeup bag. She knew exactly where it was. But if she wanted to get Mari to open up, she needed to be cool.Â
Casual.Â
Encouraging.Â
âI like the new pictures,â she said, nodding her head towards the wall by Marinetteâs desk while keeping her gaze on her makeup bag. But she didn't miss the way Marinette's cheeks flushed.Â
The Adrien pictures were long gone, replaced by sketches and new photos. She recognized the selfie they had all taken the day they ordered ice cream from Andre, and a picture of Kitty Section that Mari must have taken while they were rehearsing.Â
There were even pictures from the day they did the photoshoot. There was a candid one Aimee had taken when Marinette was fiddling with the hem of one of the dresses she had modeled. And the selfie the four of them had taken once the photoshoot had wrapped up.Â
And in the place on honour, front and centre, was one of the photos Aimee had taken when Mari and Luka were modelling together. The placement of that particular photo on the gallery wall wasnât lost on her.Â
âMe too.â Marinetteâs voice was faraway sounding, her eyes trained on the photo of her and Luka.Â
This was her opening.
âYou know,â she said before pulling the lipstick from the bag with a flourish, âI think you and Luka are really great togetherâŚâ Â
She could see the glimmer in her friendâs eyes as she applied the lipstick. But she didnât prod her, even as she sat back to admire her finished work.Â
âJuleka,â Marinetteâs sigh was quiet and fragile, âhe doesnât like me that way.â
âHow do you know?â How could she think that when Luka had confessed?
âNino had a crush on me.â
What?
Marinette flashed her a wry smile. âI know, right?â Marinette laughed humourlessly.Â
She hadnât meant to say that out loud. But Marinette didn't seem to notice.Â
âBut then all it took was an hour being locked in a cage with Alya- Animan,â she said in explanation, âfor them to become an item. And for him to completely forget about me.âÂ
âI didnât know that,â she said quietly.
She did not like where this seemed to be going.Â
âAnd then there was NathanielâŚâÂ
She definitely did not like where this was going.Â
âHe liked me enough that he was including me in his comics.â Including her? He had been centering his comics around her! She frowned. He had been, but- âBut then Chloe outed his feelings in front of me-well, the class, and there was the whole Evilustrator debacle and by the end of itâŚâ Marinette shrugged helplessly, âhe was over me. Just like that,â she snapped, âand poof, all his romantic feelings for me were gone.âÂ
She really, really did not like where this conversation was going.Â
âBut, that doesnât have anything to do with my brother-â
âIt has everything to do with Luka!â Marinette cried, throwing her hands up in the air before letting them drop to hang limply at her sides. âDonât you see?â Marinetteâs voice was small. Quiet. And bursting with defeat. Her friend wouldnât even look her in the eye. âIt took them no time at all to get over me. Less than an hour. All it took was trying to go on a date with me or their feelings coming to light⌠and they were over me.Â
Like it was nothing.â
âNino and Nathaniel are idiots.â She was beginning to think all boys were. Or, at least, the ones she knew. âBut LukaâŚâ Luka was an idiot. But he was also still head over heels for Marinette, âhow do you know he-â
âHe walked away. He told meâŚâ Marinetteâs cheeks were suddenly the same colour as her super suit. âWell, it doesnât matter what he said. He said something to me, and then he walked away.â
He had confessed. He had confessed in a beautiful and poetic way- is a way Marinette deserved.Â
And she was caught up on the fact that he had walked away?
She got it. She did. Because it had been a stupid move on his part. But she also got why he had walked away. And MarinetteâŚ
 How could Marinette think all of his feelings would evaporate the second they came to light? Sure, there had been Nino and Nathanielâand why did it feel like the Universe was involved in that somehow?âbut the situations werenât the same! They werenât even close!Â
Especially given he was still hopelessly in love with her. How could she not see how it? It wasnât like he was subtle. Â
âMaybe he-â
Marinette cut her off with a bright smile that didnât quite reach her eyes. âLetâs go get some coffee or something! It would be a shame for me to waste this makeup by just sitting around inside all day!â Before she could even blink, Marinette had grabbed her purse and made her way to the trapdoor that led to the apartment below.Â
She sighed.Â
For being one of the most brilliant people she knew⌠Marinette was an idiot when it came to love.Â
                               ***
How was it possible that the two smartest people she knew were also the biggest idiots she knew?Â
Honestly, they were probably the biggest idiots in Paris.Â
That was the only explanation for how they could both be so totally and completely oblivious to the obvious fact that their feelings were mutual.
                              ***
It was her turn to make dinner, and she had plenty of plans for what she would be serving up.
She dumped a steaming plate of pasta in front of Luka, not bothering to be gentle about it. The beat-up tin camping plate clattered against the wood of the coffee table, jarring her brother from whatever daydream he had been occupyingâprobably one about Marinetteâas she plopped herself down on the sofa.Â
âThanks, this looks good-â
âYou need to ask Marinette outâ Â
âJulesâŚâ his voice was caught somewhere between a groan and a whine.Â
âYou donât want to pressure her?â
âYou know I donât.â
âThen stop stepping back.â
âBut- but Jules, I donât want to put her under any press-â
Pasta wasnât the only thing on the menu; she was about to serve up some cold, hard facts.Â
âAnd what do you think youâve been doing?â He blanched. She watched as he gaped at her like a fish; she could practically see the gears trying to turn in his head. Something between a sigh and groan escaped her. âLuka,â she began, massaging her temples, âyou arenât giving her room to make a choice.â She looked up at him with narrowed eyes. âBy stepping back, youâre making a choice for her. How can she choose you if she doesnât know youâre an option?âÂ
                              ***
Maybe this wasnât the best topic to broach while Marinette was fitting a dress mockup on her, pincushion in hand.Â
But on the other hand, there was no time like the present.Â
âYâknowâŚâ she said slowly, trying not to move as Marinette adjusted the shoulder of the dress she was trying on, âjust because he walked away doesnât mean-â
âBut Nino and Nathaniel-â
âAre idiots.â She said flatly. âAnd theyâre also not Luka.âÂ
Marinetteâs gaze flickered down to her feet, but she could see the way her friend was biting her lip and the way her cheeks were turning pink. âDoes⌠does LukaâŚâ Marinetteâs voice trailed off, but the question was clear as day.Â
She had to bite back a groan.Â
Because she had promised Luka that she wouldnât blab about his feelings. It was the same promise she had made to Marinette.Â
Everything would be so much easier if she could just tell Luka that Marinette liked him and tell Marinette that Luka liked her! But no! She couldnât take the path of least resistance.Â
Because she had promised.Â
And while she wasnât one to tell a secret that wasnât hers to share in the first place⌠well, she had a newfound appreciation for the importance of secrets.Â
Even if some werenât really secrets, given how obvious they were.Â
But she had promised. And she was not going to betray either of their trust.Â
She had to choose her words carefully.Â
âI canât speak for my brother.âÂ
âOh,â Marinette mumbled.Â
She turned, wincing when some of the pins marking the needed adjustments pricked her, and grabbed Marinetteâs hands. She gave them a comforting squeeze, and when Marinette looked up at her, she gave her her most reassuring smile.Â
âI know itâs been hard with A- in the past. But isn't it time you went after what you wanted?"Â
âB-but⌠what if he⌠what if I⌠if heâs over me⌠âÂ
Luka would be over Marinette the day Gabriel Agreste gave out hugs on the street.Â
âThe only way to know is to talk to him.â
                              ***
Even after their little talks, neither her brother nor Marinette had made any discernible move to just tell the other how they felt! If anything, they seemed even more intent on pretending they were just friends.Â
She couldnât help but groan as she watched them laughing over some video on Marinetteâs phone.
How did that saying go?
âWhen life gives you lemons, make lemonade.â
Well then, it stood to reason that given life had given her two idiots, it was her job to make them see reason. The forces of the Universe be damned.Â
                              ***
The sun was shining, the breeze was soft and cool and there was barely a cloud in the sky. The sweet scent of the flowers in bloom drifted through the lush greenery of the Jardin des Plantes. It was the perfect day in the perfect place for a romantic rendezvous.Â
The trick would be getting them here without making either of them too suspicious.Â
Or at least, without making them too suspicious until it was too late.Â
Her phone buzzed in her hands. She shrank further back into the bushes she was crouched in and pulled up the text conversation with Luka.Â
Idiot đ¸: be there in 10
Idiot đ¸: but why are we meeting there again?Â
Queen of Darkness đŚ: good
Queen of Darkness đŚ: itâs a beautiful day. We should be outside
Idiot đ¸: You want to spend a day outside?Â
Idiot đ¸: wonât you turn to ashes?
So what if she preferred the shade and shadows to the sun? Besides, she was doing him a favourâeven if he didnât know it yetâhe could at least pretend to be grateful.Â
Idiot đ¸: also whatâs wrong with home? We can just hang out on deck
Queen of Darkness đŚ: ha ha very funny
Queen of Darkness đŚ: we always hang out on deck
Queen of Darkness đŚ: besides, the gardens smell betterÂ
Her phone buzzed again, this time with a notification from Marinette.Â
Pink Idiot đ¸: SORRY IM LATEÂ
Pink Idiot đ¸: ALMOST THEREÂ
Pink Idiot đ¸: 10 MINUTES TOPSÂ
Queen of Darkness đŚ: no problem
There was no problem at all. In fact, the timing would be perfect. Â
By the time ten minutes had passed, her leg had filled itself with pins and needles, and her other leg was close to falling asleep too. But she didnât dare move lest she accidentally attract anyâŚÂ attention.Â
Especially given Luka had just shown up. Wearing the Jagged Stone shirt he had bought when he and Marinette went thrifting together. And the jacket Marinette had made him.Â
Which didn't really surprise her. He didn't seem to ever take it off.
She watched as he squinted down at his phone before casting a look around, obviously looking for her.Â
Idiot đ¸: where are you?
Queen of Darkness đŚ: Iâm by the greenhouseÂ
She watched as he wandered a little off to the side, holding her breath as he passed by her hiding spot. Thankfully, he didnât notice her. A flash of pink in the direction Luka had just come from caught her attention.Â
Marinette had arrived. Wearing the same outfit she had worn on the day of the photoshoot. The one she had been wearing when Aimee took herâs and Lukaâs picture.Â
Marinette had been wearing that outfit a lot lately.Â
Pink Idiot đ¸: here! Where r u?
Queen of Darkness đŚ: Iâm by the greenhouseÂ
She was. She just happened to be in the bushes by the greenhouse.Â
Idiot đ¸: where?Â
Pink Idiot đ¸: I donât see u
Now it was just a waiting game. From the shelter of the shrubbery, she watched as Marinette and Luka drifted closer together. They hadnât seen each other yet, their eyes glued to their phones waiting for a response that wouldnât come. It wasnât until they had almost bumped into each other that they looked up.Â
How neither of them noticed the otherâs flush was beyond her. But she did have to smile at the way Lukaâs face lit up and then softened as Marinette burst into surprised rambling. And she had to smile at the way Marinette lit up and seemed almost effervescent when Luka said something too quiet for her to hear from her hiding place.Â
Now there was only one thing left to do. Â
Queen of Darkness đŚ: sorry something just came up and I have to cancel
Queen of Darkness đŚ: sorry for it being so last minute
She saw the flicker of suspicion cross their faces as they got the texts she had sent- the same to each of their respective numbers. But then, as they were both typing on their phones, Marinette said something. And Luka laughed. And they both looked up from their phone screens, and their faces softened. And turned bright pink.Â
The dots on her phone screen indicating they were typing disappeared.Â
Her smile grew even more as they wandered away, side by side, their arms brushing against each other. And their respective, original plans seemingly forgotten.Â
                             ***
Luka almost never posted to his Instagram. And when he did, it was almost always a picture that featured Marinette in some way. So getting a notification that he had posted something to Instagram was always a good sign.Â
And looking at the picture he had posted, she was not disappointed.Â
It was a selfie. Taken in the greenhouse at the Jardin des Plantes. With the backdrop of all the flowers in bloom and the way he had his arm draped around Marinetteâs shoulders, and the way they were both beaming at the camera, it looked like they were on a date.Â
She scrolled down to read the caption and groaned.Â
luka.couffaine: Thereâs nothing as inspiring as spending a day in the gardens with my best friend @MariBlossom
The idiot!Â
Had her words gone in one ear and out the other? Or should she have explained it to him in music metaphors? Maybe if she hit him over the head with a guitar, it might get the message through that thick skull of hisâŚÂ
And this would just further Marinetteâs ridiculous idea that Luka didnât like her!
As if the Universe was laughing at her, a notification telling her Marinette had posted something new to Instagram popped up on her phone.Â
Another selfie. But it looked like this one had been taken by one of the water fixtures in the outdoor areas. Marinette had her head on his shoulder, and their smiles were almost incandescent. And they were both more than a little pink in the face.Â
Silently, she prayed to any benevolent forces that could be out there as she scrolled enough to see the caption.Â
But it seemed all of the forces in the Universe were bent on mocking her.Â
MariBlossom: A great day in the gardens with the greatest friend I could ask for đ đˇđ¸@luka.couffaine
Pain seared through her forehead as she flopped onto the table.Â
They were stupid. They were idiots.Â
Stupid, stupid, stupid idiots.Â
She groaned.Â
As it turned out, making lemonade was way easier than making those two idiots see reason.Â
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CLICHĂ - CAESAR ZEPPELI X READER
Warnings : just youth making out, I used Google Translate lmfao, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff
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Prompts : "Kiss me again." and "You make me cliche, but I love it I guess."
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Caesar was a little too heavy to be throwing his entire body weight on them and deciding to stay there for the night, but they didn't have the heart to complain when he was in such an affectionate mood.
"You seem happy," they mumbled against his lips, as he pressed yet another loving kiss, gloved palms cradling their cheeks as he did, "Made a fool out of JoJo in front of Lisa Lisa, I presume?"
With a mischievous smirk, the blonde refused to give a verbal reply, only pecking them once or twice again, before hoisting them up by the waist from underneath him, falling back to the other side of the couch and pulling them up to straddle him. Their arms looped around his neck, and---apparently incapable of resisting the happy twinkle in his green eyes---leaned in to capture his mouth in another passionate kiss.
(And really, when were the Italian's kisses ever not passionate? They sometimes wondered if he ever knew how to kiss without his tongue caressing every crevice of their warm mouth, teeth tugging at their soft lips, laving and soothing the sting afterwards, kissing them numb and senseless whenever he could as his hands wandered all over their body, and squeezing their flesh into his palms lovingly).
When Caesar pulled away for a sharp intake of air, they couldn't help but feel a dash of annoyance and rolled their eyes, even though they knew that the oxygen was much-needed for their little make-out session.
He arched his eyebrow, "What's with the face?"
"I didn't tell you to stop kissing me," they huffed, kind of impatiently, kind of playfully, before tugging him in again by the neck, "Kiss me again."
And of course, Caesar couldn't deny them their request, not when they pulled out their most alluring and yet somehow innocent gaze. He knew he was a goner the moment they decided they wanted more of his affections---and honestly, he was in too good a mood to say no. He'd be a damn liar if he said he didn't want to kiss them just a little while longer.
And so, with only a chuckle of, "You're demanding," directed their way, they couple stayed in their blissful little haven on the couch, kissing and gasping and giggling and humming against each other, all so consumed by the other's presence that they hadn't even realized just how ruffled their appearance had become.
Only when he pulled away from a particularly sweet kiss to the side of their neck did Caesar notice just how thoroughly kissed out they looked, lips glistening and even a little swollen, but pulled into a dazed grin nonetheless. Even their hair was completely mussed up, and it tugged at something in his heart.
"Cristo," he muttered under his breath, a somewhat-lovestruck look on his face as his thumb traced their lips, "Sei cosÏ bella, potrei perdermi in te.š"
Laughing breathlessly, they shook their head, "You're so cheesy, Caesar."
The blonde in question narrowed his eyes, teasingly poking their side, "Who was it who wrote me a love letter without signing their name and hid it under my door during training, like in some clichĂŠ romance movie?"
Blushing at the memory, they groaned in embarrassment, and hid their red face into his broad chest---much to his amusement---taking a few seconds to collect their flustered self, before they could muster a mumbled reply.
"I was pining for you, what did you expect? Besides, you make me clichĂŠ... but...I love it, I guess."
š: Christ, you're so beautiful, I could lose myself in you.
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