#lukanette fic

[airi-p4]

Sweep Sweep

Hi! New short lukanette fic!

Summary: Marinette is surprised to see that Luka doesn't know how to clean so she offers him her help (and something more).

AO3

(Thank you @celestiall0tus for checking it for me!)

Enjoy?

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The first time Marinette saw Luka cleaning, she hadn't been paying much attention: she had been distracted and embarrassed by the turnout of Adrien's boys party and her stupid crush on the blond boy to notice anything else. 

The second time she saw it, it was at the Liberty. Her past crush on Adrien forgotten, Marinette greatly enjoyed hanging out with her favorite band’s friends. And sure, she couldn't deny the growing affection and the fastening heartbeats she had started to notice around Kitty Section’s guitarist -the butterflies on the stomach made her feelings quite obvious to her, too. 

New. Refreshing. Happy.

That time, their first official concert had ended, and fireworks were displayed afterwards for the celebration party. By the evening, confetti was all scattered on the deck, along with used paper cups, pizza boxes, empty snacks bags and candy wrappers- which meant cleaning time. It was very convenient that the captain was distracted (being scolded and fined) by agent Roger- because yes, you can't fire ship cannons (or cannons in general) in Paris, even if it's only fireworks.

So meanwhile, everyone diligently got to work, their cleaning tools and trash bags ready as they paired up and took their positions. There was a broom on Luka's hands and- Oh, clumsy her!- Marinette accidentally stepped on it, her body spinning and falling on the blue-haired boy, who hit the floor on his back. Her heartbeats were loud, the proximity of his face to hers made her fluster with red, and she had no doubts that reaction was most likely noticed by the observant boy lying down under her. Despite the warmth on her cheeks, she couldn't help it but to glance at his lips and stare in his eyes and, lost in them, she leaned closer towards him. Seeing him move too just before closing her eyes, she had expected to meet him halfway, but before that could happen… 

*beep beep* 

She had to run because of an akuma. Just her luck. She cursed, and with one of her unbelievable excuses, she left in a rush. She hated the thought of her friends thinking that she just left because she didn't want to help with the cleaning- but on the next day, she found out Luka covered for her lie and had protected her from getting a negative impression. In result, she was charged with more tasks than usual (such as baking cookies for the band) as a “penalty”. She didn't think it was possible, but she fell a little more for Luka that day.

And then, the time she actually saw it for real arrived.

It was the third time Marinette saw Luka cleaning, the first time she actually looked -no accidents, no unwanted boys or akumas- and she couldn't believe her eyes. 

They had been at the bakery, baking cookies together, and playfully painting each other’s faces with flour and chocolate. Marinette had to admit the chocolate at the tip of Luka's nose looked adorable, almost as the heart shaped chocolate mark on her right cheek. Fun. Cookies were a success but the kitchen a messy flour disaster… 

Which meant time to clean up.

She had been wondering: why did Luka have a  “penalty” too if he was there to clean? Was it solidarity? Pity? Or maybe he wanted to spend time with her…? She had blushed at the thought. But then, looking at him in her house’s kitchen she understood it: Luka couldn't sweep. Well- sure, he did sweep, but the way he held the broom, the way he grabbed and moved it… everything was JUST WRONG. Wrong and inefficient. Embarrassing, even. No wonder she had tripped on it that past day! And no wonder he had a penalty too! What a disaster! After a minute, she couldn't bare to watch anymore.

“Luka! That's not how you do it!” Marinette finally squeaked, almost scandalized. “You have to-'' she took the broom from Luka's hands, pretending their fingers didn't brush while doing so so she could focus on her task and show him how to do it properly. His attentive eyes on her as she moved were making her a bit nervous.

“Okay” Luka nodded. He took back the broom and tried to imitate what Marinette had done as she observed. He needed practice. Okay-a lot of practice. How can anybody be so bad at sweeping the floor!? She wondered.

“Luka. You don't know how to sweep at all…?” Marinette finally asked. And the boy blushed bright red (an extremely rare sight!) and nodded as he sank between his shoulders. “What!? How!? Why!?”

“Sorry. I- You know my mom, Marinette. She has never taught me or Juleka how to properly do it. She even scolded us when she saw us clean. And with no one else to ask… Of course Jules and I do some cleaning, don't get us wrong! We both take turns to clean whenever mom isn't home. Juleka has learned a bit from Rose but I've always been embarrassed to ask for help so I just know the basics…”

‘You can't call that “the basics”!’ Marinette thought. But well, that made sense. She knew how Anarka did clean the kitchen, do the dishes, the laundry and the bathroom. But she loved chaos and freedom, so she was against cleaning when it came to dust and reorganizing, sweeping the floor included.

“Do you want me to teach you, Luka?” Marinette offered.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Of course!”

“Oh but- there's more than sweeping, Marinette… Certain cooking tools or persistent dirt- or worse, the clothes’ colors or sizes changed after doing the laundry!”

Marinette started laughing loudly. “As far as I know how, I can teach you anything you want. And if I don't know, then we can learn together” her excited smile made him smile too.

“That sounds great, Marinette. I'll repay with guitar classes. Or pizza. Or anything you want”. 

“You don't need to repay me for this, Luka! But I'd really like that” she beamed. More time together? She didn't mind it. At all.

“It's settled then” he smiled back at her.

Then, she took another broom and started to sweep too. Each one started from one corner of the kitchen, slowly getting closer as she silently taught him while exchanging shy gazes. A moment later, they finally met and the top of their brooms bumped together. Face to face, blushing, with the sole sound of their fastening heartbeats, she looked down at the floor, feeling his eyes on her. Their bodies were close as their brooms tangled together- not working anymore at that point. 

“Marinette… there's chocolate on your face. Can I clean it?” Her heart skipped at the feel of his warm breath on her forehead. All she could do was shyly nod and suddenly, his hand was on her cheek, warm, caressing there tenderly- the rub of his thumb too soft to clean anything at all, she knew. Was he actually trying to clean it or maybe he- Could it be that their feelings were really mutual? She wanted to see- to know- his facial expression. 

Curiosity became courage, and Marinette raised her face up until their eyes finally met with the most adoring, bittersweet and loving gaze she had ever seen on Luka. And that was all she needed to know. Her blush and bewilderment didn't stop her getting on her tiptoes and raising to give him a peck on his cheek- a peck too that lasted too long to be expected to have a friendly meaning, she knew and he suspected. How she blushed even more and avoided his eyes seconded his suspicions for him. 

“Marinette…” he said in a whisper. And without words, only with his fingers, he encouraged her chin to raise up again. His face was even closer now, a questioning expression on him which she had no trouble to understand. In response, she lifted her chin even more and closed her eyes, finally offering him his answer and what both of them had been waiting for a long while- too long. 

Slowly but surely, he moved. His free hand impatiently moved to her back, raising to secure her in his arms and making both brooms fall to the floor with the movement, at the same time she raised on her tiptoes and their lips finally met at last. Their kiss was everything they wished for, and surprisingly better than they could have ever imagined. Only their smiles and happy faces topped such brightness as they hugged tenderly before kissing once again.

From then on, the cleaning teachings continued. And if Luka was doing it bad on purpose to spend more time with his girlfriend, he didn't say. And Marinette definitely didn't complain either when she realized what he was doing, especially when those lessons always ended with lots of kisses. 

Sweeping their love inwards home- both benefited from it.

Fin

[verfound]

Hey I'm tryin to find a fanfic and I'm wondering if you wrote it or remember who did. It's a one shot I think where Luka and Mari have been dating and one morning she's really tired and wears his jacket to class by accident, cue reactions from everyone else. Another thing I remember is Luka and his friends show up, who love Mari and Lila tries to say that the relationship is a ploy to make Adrien jealous.

I honestly couldn't remember if this was one of mine - bc it kinda sounds like something I've used before but I also tend to stay away from Lila/Salt Land so maybe not? After scouring the older one shots and finding nothing, I tossed it to the LBSCers.

Is this the one you were looking for? (Mari wears his jacket to class, too tired to realize until he shows up with his class, Alya hauls her ass for an interrogation at lunch where Lila tries to start shit.)

Macarons, Jackets, Jackasses - lovelyswriting

Against her efforts, she must have dozed off for a second, because the next time she looks back up, Miss Bustier’s walking into the classroom jerkily, peeved.

Marinette wonders if another akuma graced the school with its annoying presence again, her hand already inching to her purse, but then she spots the line of students trickling in after Miss Bustier. Marinette squints at the whole new lot of people—juniors, she realizes—hovering as a crowd in the corner of the room while Miss Bustier addresses the front of the class.

She promptly chokes on air when she sees a head of bright blue hair amongst them.

[marble-tavern]

You Let Me Do This In Sweatpants???

Rating: General

Fandom: Miraculous

Pairing: Lukanette

Gifted to: @rierse

Summary:

Sometimes it took some convincing to get Marinette to put her work down long enough to eat. Luka is always willing to put in the effort though.

Ao3 Link

Tag list: @official-timari-server (Request to join)

*Shutterbug Station Submission*

Prompt: Convincing them to eat

Luka ran cold water into the cullender, shuffling the leaves with his hand cleaning them. He shook it out and set it on the side, continuing putting the ingredients into the lasagna. When he was done, he popped it in the oven and washed his hands, hanging up the tea towel on the oven handle and headed to check in the room next door.

He stuck his head in the room, scanning it until his eyes landed on the person he was looking for. He smiled gently as he saw Marinette crouched at the bottom of a gown, embroidering the bottom with elegant golden flowers on top of the white fabric it already was. He tapped on the skirting board with the heel of his foot, grabbing her attention to where he was leaning against the doorframe.

“Luka! Hi! Sorry, were you talking to me?” Marinette ran her hand through her hair, pushing it up out of her eyes and back.

Luka tilted his head slightly as his smile grew soft, “No, I just came to tell you dinner was in the oven.”

“Oh ok.”

Luka looked around the room. It was kind of a mess. There was fabrics everywhere, bits and pieces spread across every available surface whether for comparison or colour matching or left over bits and bobs discarded. There was lace here and there and needles pinned into random places, one even stuck into the wall.

He shook his head fondly as Marinette went back to her work. He wandered around the room, picking up pieces here and there and making the room a little bit more organized. Enough to be safe at least. Once he was done, he left her to continue in peace, heading back to the kitchen and pulled out pie crust, chocolate pudding mix, and a medium sized pot. He set the pudding on the stove and went about making a chocolate cream pie. He put it in the freezer, knowing that they’d have to eat it a bit after dinner if they wanted it to be cold enough, and checked on dinner. He smiled and pulled out the lasagna, going about setting the table up for two.

Once he thought it was sufficient enough, he returned to Mari’s work room. He made sure his steps were heavier and knocked on the door frame so she wouldn’t be startled. As much at least. She still jumped and looked up at him which made him smile. She had pulled her hair up into a bun which reminded him vaguely of her hero form with the mouse miraculous. Multimouse certainly rated high on Luka’s “Marinette’s cutest looks” list. The space buns were absolutely precious.

“Dinner’s ready,” he spoke gently as he walked over, admiring the work she’d gotten done.

“I’m almost done,” Marinette turned back to her work even though Luka was right next to her, and she knew that he could see she was only just halfway through this.

“It’ll get cold.”

“I can nuke it.”

“Microwaved food isn’t as good as just out of the oven.”

“I’m almost done though,” She finally looked up at him, giving the blue haired boy the best pout she could muster.

“We both know that’s not true.”

Marinette’s shoulders dropped as she ducked her head.

Luka knelt down, bringing a hand to her chin gently pushing it up so their eyes met. He leaned forward until their lips pressed together in a soft kiss. He lingered for a moment before moving up to press one to her nose then her forehead then took her hands in his and brought them to her face and gave each back a kiss.

“Come. Take a break. For me?”

“You don’t play fair,” Marinette whispered, as if speaking louder would shatter the moment like glass.

“If it convinces you to care for yourself,” Luka matched her volume as he released one of her hands to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and pressing his palm to her cheek which she leant into, “I’d cheat every time.”

“That’s not very heroic of you.”

“I never claimed to be a hero.”

She pressed her lips to his once more, pulling away and looking intently into his eyes, “you didn’t have to. You prove it every day.”

Luka’s heart pattered harshly in his chest in a way that spread warmth from his cheeks to the tips of his fingers, a tingly feeling lighting him up and infecting his face and his head was fuzzy in what could only be described as love.

As cliche as it was, he fell in love with her more every day and he hoped- no… he knew he would never lose that feeling.

“Come,” a simple demand as he stood, pulling her up with him.

There was no protest this time, much to his delight as he led her out of the room, she had holed herself into all day long. And when she emerged, he grinned widely as her breath caught in her throat, a gasp exhaled past her lips.

“Luka…”

The dining table had candles set up lighting the room in a dim, homely light. The lasagna was presented on their best plates with a glass of white wine to pair with it, the bottle sitting in the middle of the table with the extra food. Red rose petals were spread across the floor and a vase also sat in the middle of the table with full ones. Nine roses in full bloom, a royal purple.

“There’s dessert in the freezer too. Your favorite,” Luka whispered into her ear as he pressed her into his side, arms wrapping behind her and situating themselves on her waist.

“Luka…” Marinette breathed, looking up at him. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, my Melody?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Just like you,” he pressed a kiss to her head.

He was surprised when she suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and hands waving around frantically, “I can’t be here!”

“Why not?” the blue haired boy asked calmly. He was knowledgeable enough of her freak outs to know that she was not freaking out due to something he did wrong, but something she thinks is wrong with her.

“Look at me! I’m a mess!”

He shook his head in fond exasperation as he looked at her. She continued ranting, arms waving wildly, eyes wide, body swaying with her freak out. The way her hair stuck up in odd places, the way her eyes reflected the candlelight so beautifully, the way she was so worried about how she looked because she couldn’t see how perfect she was in his eyes.

“Marinette.”

“And don’t even get me started on…”

“Marinette,” he called again.

Marinette finally stopped, looking towards him. He kept up his smile as he slowly approached. He bent down, getting down on one knee and watching as her eyes lit up frantic for a completely different reason.

“My Melody, will you marry me?”

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Extra:

"I cannot believe you proposed to me while I was in sweatpants."

"I can."

Marinette scoffed, "Why? Because I'm beautiful no matter what?"

"Precisely."

Marinette ducked her head as she tried to repress her smile, "Sap."

"For you? Always."

[winter-petal]

VIPERMOUSE AND LUKAMOUSE FANFIC

Basically This fanfic has both Lukamouse and Vipermouse (I can't make it separate since it would take me alot of time but whatever)

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"Luka, are you okay?" Multimouse asked, her concern evident in her voice. Luka responded with a simple "yes" before she left. "Marinette really looks cute with the mouse miraculous, right, Sass?" Luka realized that he was being distracted and quickly transformed into Viperion, coming into the battlefield.

During the fight, Viperion saw that Pixelator was aiming for Multimouse and yelled out, "Multimouse, watch out!" He grabbed her waist and pulled her out of harm's way just in time. "Mari, are you okay?" Viperion whispered to Multimouse, who blushed and responded with a stuttering "yeah." Both knew each other's identities, which only added to the awkwardness.

Suddenly, Pixelator zapped Multimouse, but before he could take Viperion down, Viperion used "second chance" and rewind time. He saved them both and got them out of danger. Multimouse pulled out the Ladybug miraculous and said confidently, "The way to defeat Pixelator is to make things easy." She recited the three words, "Tikki, Mullo, Unify," and transformed into Multibug. "Wow, you look stunning," Luka stammered as he gazed upon her. "Thanks, now come on, we gotta defeat him," Multibug said with resolve.

It took a while to defeat Pixelator, but Multibug and Viperion persevered. Once they had succeeded, they went somewhere else to detransform. As they were both recovering from the fight, they exchanged a secret but passionate kiss before heading home, safe and sound.

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Hey blossoms

This is the Final Lukanette LS fanfic (don't worry, i'm not quiting lukanette, i still love the lukanette LS)

I might make a more better version of these in the future.

byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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[alwaysawkwardd]

Surprise! I'm your Secret Valentine this year. Here you go! @omnoramayday

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

[thesaltyoceanwaves]

The Blue Skies Ch. 11 (Final)

Ao3

And with this, "The One to Make It Stay" has been concluded (besides some AU chapters that I hope to get to soon). Thanks to everyone for reading for the past four years!

[lukaluvrs]

Lukanette fic readers and writers!! I need some help!! I lost a fic I am trying desperately to find again!!

I don’t remember a ton other than it was on Ao3 and it had a plot/subplot of Marinette making the costumes for the school play before something with Lila goes down and she ultimately decides (with Luka’s support) to sell the costumes online since they’re absolutely beautiful! Luka and Mari then model them with Juleka taking the photos for them and it’s really cute!! I am at a complete loss on what the fic is called but i’d love help in finding it if you guys know of any that sound similar, please send them my way!! Thanks y’all <33

[chrwrites]

I posted two little fics today! Will post them on Tumblr tomorrow but you can read them here:

[quickspinner]

Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

What is the Weekly Roundup? | Previous Weekly Roundups

From me: Too Good to Be True Ch 2

From @airi-p4: The Weekend Project Ch 3

From @alwaysawkwardd: Broken Melody Ch 25 and 26

From @nerdypanda3126: Prompt: Possessive Kiss

From many authors and artists: LBSC Valentine’s Exchange Works

If I missed something that should be included, reblog, reply, DM, or drop the link in my asks and I’ll make sure it goes on next week’s roundup! If you prefer not to be included in these roundups for any reason please drop me a message, or if you post something that you would like to be sure I include, please drop a link in my asks and I’ll make sure it gets listed (Lukanette endgame only please - see what is the weekly roundup for more details). If you want to be sure I’ve flagged your work for inclusion you can check the quickroundup tag on my blog to see what I’ve got in the queue for this week.

If you find something you like please like/reblog the original post to let the author know you enjoyed their work!

[doodlegirl12345]

Doodle’s Short Stories: La Vie En Rose

Sometimes when in doubt, bring back something old with a new twist. Hello my everyone, I’m back with a new entry of stories. This time with will lean more into the AU category with this submission. I hope you like enjoy! 💕

Also available on Wattpad

Psst. Hey this post have a sister story: Changed Targets, if anyone is interested to see the another POV of this day.

So This is Love

Theme: La Vie En Rose (Life In Pink)

She had always thought that love was supposed to be exactly like in the movies. All the constant misunderstandings, complicated grand gestures and scathing love rivals was just the standard. It was always portrayed as something that needed to be fought for no matter how inconvenient it gets. That you would need to keep persisting even if the misunderstandings keep piling up, all the grand gestures fail and even if one of the love rivals seems to have a deeper connection with them than you. Wait it out, even though the butterflies that once in your stomach had turned into a collection of impressive knots.

Up in the sky waves of ladybugs washed over the city of Paris, setting right what had been wronged. Majority of them wrapped around a city block that had the most damage. This being the site of the defeat for the villain Momentum Trapper. Overturned lampposts, spiderwebbed cracks across the pavement and shards of broken glass had been cleaned up in one swift motion. In the center of the city block, Ladybug and Chat Noir stood over a man sitting in the middle of the road who was in a complete daze.

He was in his late thirties with thick slicked back brown hair, bluish gray eyes and fair skin. The man was wearing a gray business suit with a brown striped tie and shiny black dress shoes.

As Momentum Trapper the man has already taken the majority of the heroes’ time during this late spring afternoon. Shadow Moth had granted him the ability to alter the speed of any living being or object, including himself. The range seemed to be between a three toed sloth to a raging cheetah. A fact the villain boasted about during battle stating he had used his new powers on his boss after receiving multiple complaints about being too slow on paperwork.

After releasing the now purified butterfly Ladybug handed the man back his silver wrist watch. He thanked her, introducing himself as Dorian Martin. The bug pulled out a silver and white magical charm giving it to Dorian after quickly explaining that this should protect him from Shadow Moth’s influence. Chat Noir helped him up back onto his feet. After the heroes did their usual celebratory fist bump, Ladybug was ready to leave.

Especially since she had someone special to see.

“Alright Chat,” Ladybug wrapped her yoyo around her waist. “I gotta go but I’ll see you next time.”

“Not unless I see you first,-“ the cat started.

However before Chat Noir could finish that sentence the bug heard a familiar voice urgently calling out to her. She spun around placing a hand on her yoyo assuming that Shadow Moth had sent out another villain in their vicinity. Although her assumptions were not met as Ladybug was approached by Nadja Chamack who had a news microphone in her hand and a cameraman trailing behind her.

“Ms. Chamack?” Ladybug questioned while her earrings let out a beep.

“Hello Ladybug,” the news reporter waved with the microphone in her hand. “Pardon, if this seems sudden but I came to approach you for a possible interview.”

“An interview? Here, right now?”

“It will only be a few minutes,” Nadja insisted. “This may sound pushy but the station had not received a proper interview from you or Chat Noir in months.”

Ladybug nervously bit her lip as that was the intention, at least for her. She could not speak for her partner. However, after the disastrous Prime Queen incident. She decided to keep station interviews to a minimum and only when it seemed to be completely necessary. The local news had caught her a few times for some quick comments since then but nothing beyond that.

The bug did not want to be blindsided again. Nevertheless, even if she was open to an interview this was not the time.

Her blue eyes nervously drifted upward, shooting an apologetic glance.

“So what’s it going to be?” asked the news reporter.

“Huh?” Ladybug brought her attention back to Nadja.

“The interview, is that a yes?”

The bug’s earrings let out another warning beep. “I’m sorry but I can’t today. I’m on limited time here and have a prior commitment. So I need to leave right now.”

Ladybug started to walk past Nadja and the cameraman.

“But Ladybug,” the news reporter huffed. “I-“

“Let her go,” Chat Noir cut her off while approaching. “If you really need someone then I can do it. Unlike her I actually got the time.”

Ladybug flashed him a smile. “Thanks Chat, you’re the best.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he winked. “Now go before you run out of time.”

The bug ran into the nearby alleyway while hearing the exchange between Chat Noir and Nadja.

“So Chat Noir with that little exchange you had with Ladybug. Can the public say that Paris’ power couple had finally made it official?”

“Ladybug and I? Nah we are just good friends,” he told her.

Ladybug smiled while proceeding forward. She looked up a few seconds while creating distance from the situation. Eventually she made it down the block to catch her breath. The bug leaned back against the alleyway’s brick wall. After a few seconds she looked up towards the rooftop of the second building that made the alleyway.

“You can come down now,” Ladybug said. “The cost is clear.”

With a soft thud Viperion landed in front of her from the rooftop. The two embraced with Viperion wrapping his arms around the bug’s waist while Ladybug put her arms around his shoulders. Flashes of red and teal light circled them, pulling off their costumes and returning them back to their civilian forms.

“I’m so glad that’s over,” Marinette adjusted the purse on her shoulder before putting her arms back into their previous position. “Thanks for helping out today.”

“It’s no problem,” Luka told her. “What was I supposed to do? Not help my girlfriend out?”

“Well considering the outcome, I’m glad you came. Without using your second chance Chat Noir and I would probably still be running at the speed of sloths.”

“I’m sure your wonderful mind would’ve figured something out.”

“Either way it could be six months until we have another akuma attack and for me it will still be too soon.”

“You have been having a tough week, huh?”

“Tough feels like an understatement. Especially since we haven’t been able to spend time together this week. I’ve been joking with Chat Noir and Rena Rouge recently about pooling some money to sign up Shadow Moth for some non-credit classes at the local university. So he would actually have something to do instead of this.”

“Really? Maybe I should contribute. I do have some savings from my delivery gig.”

“Well if that’s the case then you get to a say on what course he should take. I suggested that he take a fashion design course. Chat Noir brought up a cooking course and Rena mentioned a history class.”

“A history class?”

“Yep, she said maybe if he learned about the fates of the other terrible figures in history maybe he could self-reflect on what he has been doing isn’t worth it.”

“How about a music class? Maybe violin lessons? From experience it’s something that takes more than a weekend to master.”

“That sounds like a great idea, I’ll tell the others.”

“Maybe I should get my dad in on this. He did say recently that he wanted to do more philanthropy.”

She gave him a weak smile while her eyes shifted to the side. “Yeah, if only it was that easy.”

“You and Chat Noir will defeat him someday,” he said. “I’m sure.”

“I guess things could be worse.”

“How?”

“I could not be here with you,” Marinette moved forward to kiss him.

Luka, clearly getting the hint, did the same but before anything could truly happen the couple was interrupted by the sound of a throat being cleared. The designer turned her head to see both Tikki and Sass floating behind him.

“Excuse me for interrupting,” said Sass. “I just would like to ask when we are getting our snacks?”

“Oh right, I’m so sorry,” Marinette released her grip on Luka and dug into her purse pulling out two plastic baggies one filled with mini chocolate chip cookies and other gummy snake candies.

She handed the cookies to Tikki and Sass the candy. Without a moment of hesitation the kwami dug into their food.

“Actually that reminds me, before everything that happened with Momentum Trapper didn’t we have a lunch date planned?” asked the musician, once the kwami’s were close to finishing their food.

“You’re right,” the designer gestured to Tikki, who had finished her cookies, to fly into her purse.

After Sass finished his candy he gave everyone a goodbye, letting Luka slide off his bracelet. Once the snake miraculous was in Marinette’s purse Luka offered his hand which in turn the designer took. The couple walked out of the alleyway hand in hand.

She had always thought that love was supposed to be like in the movies. That you have to constantly fight for it to show that your heart is actually in it. That love becomes more valid with struggle than without it. But life has shown a different reality as Marinette had seen her friends and parents enjoy their significant others without a long list of hardships.

Feelings declared and reciprocated over an afternoon. A relationship with very little misunderstandings and the ones that do appear is often repaired seamlessly. Grand gestures that went down without a hitch.

From where she was standing, those weren’t the things she had with Adrien. It was not anyone’s fault but after multiple attempts on hers’ and others’ behalf for nothing to permanently blossom. It seemed the best option was to move on, being aware that this was not failure but instead the push to open up a new chapter of her life. Especially since Adrien had already given his heart to another.

It was time to be with someone who felt the same way about her that she did about them.

Marinette and Luka walked out of the Boulangerie Patisserie still hand in hand. A pink blanket was draped over the designer’s arm. While the musician carried a large wicker basket in his free hand as they crossed the street to the empty park. The couple took residence underneath a tree spreading the blanket across the plush grass. Luka put the basket down, taking out the food that Marinette packed.

He pulled out multiple glass jars and plastic containers. Marinette took out a rectangular object wrapped in foil. She tore the foil off revealing a wooden serving tray and took out tongs, spoons and other utensils placing thinly sliced prosciutto, slices of cheddar and Asiago cheese, crackers, a jar of orange marmalade, slices of crostini bread and crackers to create a mini charcuterie board for two. Luka pulled out a bottle of strawberry lemonade, two pink plastic cups and a plastic container of chocolate dipped strawberries.

The couple began to finally relax as they sat eating their late lunch and chatted. Although as time went on an intrusive thought appeared in Marinette’s mind.

“A euro for your thoughts,” said the musician while Marinette rested her head against his chest.

“Huh?” she looked up at him, suddenly sitting up straighter.

“It’s just I had been talking about the new instrument project that I had been working on for a few minutes. But it seems like you’re somewhere else. If you’re not interested that’s fine but you were the one that originally asked.”

“Sorry, I did want to hear about it. I was just thinking about something.”

“Is it important?”

“Probably,” the designer’s eyes widened to the size of saucers as the word slipped out. “I-I mean no. It’s just me overthinking things like usual. It’s no big deal. Just an intrusive thought.”

“I don’t know,” Luka raised a brow. “How you reacted it seems like it is.”

“Nope,” she vigorously shook her head before picking up the container of chocolate covered strawberries and opening it. “Here, you haven’t tried a strawberry yet.”

“Okay, it’s your choice if you don’t want to tell me,” he picked up a strawberry. “But I can tell right now that your inner melody is pretty distorted.”

Marinette sighed. “You still have to tell me how you do that.”

“The ability to sense people’s inner melodies is a gift. But you don’t have to be an empath to notice something bothering you,” said Luka before taking a bite of the strawberry in his hand.

“It’s just what I was thinking about after what happened today and about you knowing my secret.”

He gulped as there was a sense of concern now on his face. “I thought that you were fine with knowing.”

“I am…it’s just with everything that has been happening. I don’t want you to be cheated.”

“Cheated? Out of what?”

“Out of having a good girlfriend. I mean look at all that happened today. We had to push back our date because of the Momentum Trapper. You had to nod along with me when I lied to my parents about why I put the basket back in the fridge. I had to tell them that Alya needed help with her sisters. And the thing is that this won’t be stopping anytime soon. I might be thirty and still have to deal with this.”

“I doubt it would take that long, Marinette.”

“But that’s the thing we don’t know. Don’t get me wrong, I really appreciate your help today. However, I don’t want this to take over your life like it has mine just because you know. I’m sure that there are thousands of girls in this city who actually have normal schedules and don’t have to put their life in danger on a nearly daily basis.”

“So what are you trying to say? Is this a break up?”

“No! I mean I don’t want it to be,” Marinette sighed. “But it feels like I’m obligated to warn you. I’m not going to be the girlfriend who can go to every one of your performances. Or just being able to hang out. I’m not always going to be on time for every single date or able to stay the whole time. It’s not that I don’t want to. It is because I can’t. Unless, I want the whole city to collapse around us. You deserve the best Luka and shouldn’t be short changed.”

Luka put down his half eaten strawberry back in the container and intertwined his fingers with hers. “Well if I truly deserve the best then there’s no point looking any further.”

“Luka.”

“I’m serious, I always thought you were amazing since the day that I had met you. So when I learned the truth after thinking it over I wasn’t that surprised. As for your worries about being a good girlfriend and not always showing up for things. It’s not because you would be trying to avoid me right?”

“Of course, one of my biggest concerns is not being able to spend enough time with you.”

“That’s all I need to hear. You are my girlfriend but I know that is not the only role that you have. You had this life before we met and probably will if things ever did end between us. Right now, I’ll be happy just to be included. But I’m aware this situation is bigger than you just hanging out at some random Kitty Section practice.”

“Actually that sounds pretty great instead of the city being in danger again. I could be with you and the rest of the band. Maybe figuring out some merchandise to be sold at the shows. That actually sounds like a pretty perfect place to be.”

“Look, I’m not going to pretend that what’s going on is easy. Or that I know all of the ins and outs of doing this full time. But one thing that I know is you deserve to be happy. That your happiness shouldn’t be put fully on the back burner until all this is resolved. Your secret should not consume you until you have nothing good left in your life.”

“You really think that?”

“Of course, there are going to be times that you are not able to attend my shows. But I’m not going to be thinking wow I literally have the worst girlfriend ever,” Luka rolled his eyes. “She won’t prioritize my show over the millions of lives she’s trying to save. More than anything else I’m going to be thinking here we go, my girlfriend once again being the best of all of us.”

Their eyes locked with each other, the designer’s concern had thinned out and evaporated. Once again life had shown her a different reality. She had thought when it came to mural love that movies were the closest thing until actually experiencing it. But right now it felt like a pale imitation compared to the feeling she actually had gotten. At that moment she felt her heart was aglow. That Luka has become one of the many reasons why life for her can still be wonderful despite her obligations.

Along with the realization, that love didn’t have to be so difficult.

“I just want to be part of your life,” he told her. “But only if you let me.”

“You already are,” Marinette leaned in closer to him, pressing her lips tenderly to his.

He brought comfort and reassurance, something she needed in both sides of her hectic life.

For her, this was love.

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Finally a story that wasn’t a Honeybee story some might say. Honestly I’m kinda with you. I hope everyone likes this story especially since it did stray from what I have known for these recent months. Before anyone worries this does not mean that Honeybee stories are done. It’s just this time I wanted to change it up. As while I do enjoy writing Sabrina and giving her more attention than the show might ever will. At the same time I wanted to not limit myself. Kinda like in the movie Encanto with Isabella’s song What Else Can’t I Do? Who also felt like she was limiting herself with her powers.

There will be more Honeybee content in the future. It’s just there’s a few stories I want to work on that doesn’t involve Sabrina in the slightest. You know unless I shoehorn her in. But to be honest I’m actually excited about it. So I hope you like it in the future. Also sorry for the delay but after Sugar Rush I suffered a serious case of writer’s block. I will admit that this post is a little self indulgent as I still personally feel that the show seriously made a mistake not letting these ships actually have screen time as proper couples instead of giving them the Old Yeller treatment. I know that the Love Square is the endgame it’s pretty prevalent in the current episodes.

But I haven’t kept it hidden that don’t mind reading and writing about different ships. At least from a writer’s standpoint, if I can make a couple work, I will try it. If the couple is portrayed in a healthy way in other works. I’m not going to be against it. Especially in fan works, sometimes it seems they can be more creative than the show. Personally I feel like with the right writer any character or group of characters can get a good story.

So hopefully I had succeeded with being entertaining with these stories. Especially since I’ve been pretty rusty when writing romance over here.

This story is also available on Wattpad.

The song this week is a “La Vie En Rose” cover by Annapantsu

See you next time! 👋

[airi-p4]

It should have been me!

Hi! I wrote this short Adrien salt + Lukanette endgame fic a while ago. Enjoy?

Summary

Ladybug was mad, ENRAGED. 

Yet- how come Chat Noir was the one akumatized instead, when everything was HIS FAULT? It should be her!

AO3

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This was so wrong!!

She should have been akumatized instead of him!

He was the one who deceived her! 

And now Chat noir- Chat Blanc- was walking around trying to destroy her. And she, Ladybug, ran, jumping on the roofs of the Parisian buildings, and dodging destructive waves aiming for her.

So unfair!

___

It all started when Chat Noir finally stopped his flirting. 

"I understand you're not comfortable, so I'll stop. Besides, I'm in love with someone else now," he had said. 

Ladybug was grateful. Really grateful. He finally seemed to take his job seriously and their teamwork improved. It was nice to see that he changed.

Now, she didn't have to roll her eyes at unsolicited advances or for not going on dates she never agreed to. Everything stood professional. 

Until that night. 

All because she had let her guard down and allowed her excited Marinette self say too much. How could she have imagined that…

"You look happy tonight, Ladybug" Chat Noir hummed. "Did something good happen?"

"Yes. Very good" she smiled widely. 

"Oh? What is it?"

"I don't know if I should tell you, but I'm so excited and-"

"Oh?" He smiled and leaned his head to the side, showing curiosity. He imagined that she may have been accepted to her dream university as she mentioned before, but he was eager for her to tell him. 

Until he actually heard it. It wasn’t what he had expected.

"I have a boyfriend," she confessed. "We've been close friends for a long time and I still can't believe we feel the same! He's amazing and the most caring boy I've ever met. I’m so happy! I love him very much!" She squealed.

And that's what unleashed the storm.

"No!" Chat Noir stood up aggressively. "You can't have a boyfriend! You're supposed to be with ME! We're meant for each other! I even restrained myself from telling you how much I love you or to kiss you because I know you like gentlemen and- you were supposed to fall for me! I worked so hard to impress you and try to get your attention!"

“What…?” She couldn't register what he was saying immediately, but when she did she couldn’t help but feel betrayed. "Are you saying… That everything until now was an act…? You were just pretending? I trusted you!"

The betrayal was too much to bear. And yet- he was the one getting akumatized? Again. For his selfishness and for not listening to her, as usual.

She was enraged. Hell! She should have been the akuma, not him!

But now - She needed help. All the help she could get.

The fox, the turtle, the ox, the mouse, the dog, the dragon, the snake, the rabbit...

And after a few second chances, they finally defeated the akuma and a purified butterfly flew away. Magical ladybugs did the rest to fix the massive damage caused by Chat Blanc- Chat Noir-, Paris’ former superhero after the events. 

"No… M'lady…" he begged, but he could only watch as she walked away, leaving a trail of tears as she left Adrien Agreste sobbing on his own.

___

"I can't believe it!" Marinette cried, secure in her boyfriend's arms. "All this time-! I thought he was finally maturing, becoming more professional- I really trusted him!"

Luka hummed and rubbed her back. He did wonders calming her down. How many times could have she been akumatized if it wasn't for him?

"And he was Adrien all this time… I can't believe I was so blind! I thought he was sweet, innocent and caring… I even called him perfect a few times, damn it!" She yelled in Luka's chest. "But no! He is none of those things! He's just selfish, disrespectful and irresponsible! I thought we were partners! I thought he would be happy for me when I told him about you!" She groaned. "Hell- he even congratulated us when I had the mask off! You figured out my identity on your own, without magic, just because you care about me…" she took a moment to look at Luka, her hand cupping his face softly and he hummed happily at the contact. She let her hands descend to his chest level, gripping his jacket, and sighed. "Chat, on the other hand, couldn't tell us apart despite his claims of being 'in love'. Ugh, what a joke…"

"You couldn't have known. You did the best you could, melody" Luka kept caressing her back in support. 

"And he still got akumatized!" Marinette roared. "He completely betrayed my trust, Paris’ trust, our partnership! And still got offended because I have a boyfriend that makes me happy! Heck- I really should have been the one akumatized, not him!"

"Don't say that… I don't want you to get akumatized... Ever" 

"I know…" She softened a bit at that. "But I'm so mad, Luka! I want to scream, to curse, to set a freaking dumpster on fire!" He groaned. "Maybe with a bit of luck his photos that used to be in my room are still there and I can kill two birds with one stone!"  

That made Luka giggle. "Didn't you throw them out a long time ago?"

"I did! And I made sure not a single one of them remained! But now I wish there were still some so I could burn them to ashes!" She growled.

"You're funny even when you're rightfully angry," Luka laughed.

"I am rightfully angry! Very rightfully!" She pouted proudly and he chuckled. Cute. A moment later she blushed happily when he kissed her cheek.

"What are you going to do now? With the ring, I mean" he asked.

"I need to talk to Plagg first. Figure things out. And then, I think I'm going to keep the ring inside the box"

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I hope I can count on you if it ever becomes indispensable." She leaned in to give her boyfriend a kiss on his cheek.

"You can always count on me, Marinette. You know that" he smiled tenderly. "Especially if you ask me like this" 

He leaned in to kiss her cheek and she giggled. Music to his ears. 

"Thank you, Luka. I love you. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I'm so lucky" She kissed his lips, making herself comfortable in his lap. 

Fin

[lady-charinette]

Strings and Papers - Lukanette AU

It's been so long, I forgot where I put my tag list for this so I hope everyone who's been waiting for an update sees this (its been 84 years...)

Anyways, enjoy!

Ao3, FFnet

Chapter 3

Luka fell into his chair, wincing at the sound of the chair scraping against the floor. He felt like a doll with its strings too worn, but hearing Leon’s good day at school made the burden on his shoulder’s a bit lighter.

He wracked his brain for the name, Leon’s homeroom teacher’s, he recalled Leon talking about her a few times. ‘Miss Mari brought pumpin pies dad, they were so good!’ once his son brought home a slice of that pie, Luka had to agree the lady made great ones.

“Marinette? Oh you mean from last year? I met her a few times. She always made those pumpkin pies for the parents.” Juleka’s gaze immediately moved to the photo of Leon on her desk, with Luka hugging him from behind with a proud grin.

 She smiled.

“Actually-“ before Juleka could correct her brother, a devilish idea formed in her mind.

The parent teacher conference was still months away, her brother had never seen Marinette, he still thinks Leon has his old homeroom teacher, Marianne, from last year, a kind-hearted elderly lady. It had been a while since he last met her and forgot her name, Juleka hoped he wouldn’t remember it suddenly.

“Yup, that’s her.” Taking a sip of her coffee, she eyed a blonde male model posing with the latest casual business style; black slacks, polished leather shoes and a maroon dress shirt with a navy dark blazer thrown over his shoulder. It made his green eyes pop and the slogan above stand out “Be the cat’s meow!”.

Luka’s voice sounded from her phone again, “What about her? Did she say anything about Leon? Did something happen at school?”

Juleka filed the model away for later, quickly slapping a pink sticky note on the stack marked for later inspection before returning to the conversation with her brother. “You’re such a worrywart, Leon’s a well-behaved kid, you know he rarely gets in trouble.”

“He still has a little troublemaker streak; I blame mom’s genes for it.”

Juleka snorted in amusement, “I’d like to see you say that in front of her.”

“She would throw me into the sea, I’m too young to drown.”

The young woman smiled, before clearing her throat. “Anyway, Leon’s fine, nothing happened. Marinette would just like to meet you. You’re like a ghost at school.”

Luka cleared his voice, before there was the rustling of paper, “I got it the first time, I’m a ghost. But she knows me from before, did she forget me already?”

Juleka would’ve felt a bit guilty at the slightest hint of hurt in her brother’s voice, he had grown fond of the kind lady who was always so understanding for them whenever Luka had run late to school to pick Leon up even if he did forget her name. Juleka silently apologized to the now retired teacher. “Uh, you know, she uh- she’s a bit older now, she has a few difficulties with memorizing things and tasks, she saw you last year, don’t you think that’s a long time for an elderly lady?”

Her chest shook with suppressed laughter at her brother’s dejected, “I guess… So, did she say when?”

Juleka’s eyes automatically glanced at her calendar, one hand flipping through it to find the parent-teacher night she jotted down. “First Friday of February.”

She could hear her brother’s choked gasp, “That’s a month away, right when I have some gigs going.” Juleka heard papers being moved in a way that told her her brother was flipping through the calendar to check his schedule. “…I’ll definitely make time.”

“Then you better get prepared, huh?”

“Jules, I perform live on stage where thousands of people watch me, I think I’ll be fine with his teacher. She’s a sweetheart as far as I remember.” Juleka reveled in the playfully exasperated tone of her brother.

“Everyone loves and fears her. But she’s strict with the bad kids and the troublemakers.” Biting her lip, the young designer tried to stifle the giggles that threatened to tumble from her mouth.

She could hear Luka’s audible sigh and sarcastic reply, “And I was such a bad boy in my youth, you’re right.”

“You got into a fight with the police and had to bail mom out of jail a few times.” She reminded him with a small smile.

“That was mom’s fault, every year at the music festival she would pick a fight with officer Roger. I just tried to stop them…but I did have poor aim when I threw the lifebelt at his head and he almost drowned. My record is still clean, y’know.” Both siblings laughed at their banter, remembering their interesting childhood.

Their mom did often get in trouble with the law, never anything too serious, but she was well known among the local police.

Her brother’s voice lulled her out of their childhood memories, “Is that all his teacher said?”

Juleka pondered the question, should she twist the truth more? Her brother hated lies, but there was nothing wrong with twisting the truth and simply not telling him minor details. “She said she looked forward to see you, make sure you dress properly before you go.”

“Don’t I always?”

“Remember when Miss Lahiffe didn’t recognize you when you still had your stage outfit on, full make-up and mask? She called Leon’s dad to report a suspicious person trying to kidnap his son and was surprised when your phone rang and you picked up. I felt so sorry when she kept apologizing and trying not to laugh at your outfit.”

“Yeah, well eyeliner and a pirate outfit come a long way. You’re mean today, Jules, mom would be proud.” Luka laughed, remembering that embarrassing encounter well.

Juleka smile. “She would. Now go off doing your job, there’s still a few things I need to take care of before picking Leon up today.”

“Okay, take care, see you guys at home.”

 The call ended and Juleka greeted her approaching colleagues with an innocent smile concealing the devilish thoughts filling her matchmaking mind.

-

“Oh no.” Luka muttered under his breath, clearing his throat and head for the walking headache approaching his van, “YX.” He greeted casually with a half-hearted wave.

XY flipped his hair, the ridiculously styled blond mane he somehow always combed in a way that looked like he used at least two bottles of hair spray. “It’s XY and you know it!”

The singer made himself all too comfortable in Luka’s van, plopping himself down on the black bean bag and spreading his arms across it like he owned the place.

Luka wished the bean bag would swallow him whole sometimes.

“Anyway-“ XY began speaking and Luka’s impending headache grew, “Heard you got some trouble with the press, huh?” XY bounced his leg faster than an energetic squirrel.

Luka rose an eyebrow and inquired. “The press? First I heard.”

XY scoffed, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Huh, playing dumb, eh? Listen, I don’t blame ya, we all know what its like working in the industry, we all gotta unwind sometimes-“

Before XY could continue any further, Luka interjected seriously. “XY, I have no idea what you’re talking about. My manager didn’t tell me anything.”

The smirk on the younger singer’s face made Luka’s stomach turn, that smirk was never a good sign for anything. “Take a look at this.”

XY took his phone out and the screen flashed to life, immediately opening up to a news article when he turned the device towards Luka to see.

Sea blue eyes narrowed, scanning the article’s contents, along with a picture Luka didn’t recognize nor remember. “It’s obviously rumors and a very bad photoshop if I do say so myself, my son could do better and he’s in elementary.” Luka leaned back in his seat, tapping his thigh.

XY glanced at him, mouth agape and eyebrows raised incredulously and that was all the answer Luka needed who the source for the article was. “Wh- Photoshop?! It’s a legitimate source! I checked!”

It was remarkable how Leon was more mature than this grown man before Luka, not even Leon stomped his feet anymore when he got angry. Luka sat up to lean his chin on his clasped hands, his elbows resting on his desk. He regarded XY curiously, his gaze piercing beneath his bangs. “Checked with who, XY?”

The blond singer waved his phone around and pointed it accusingly at Luka, “Duh, my manager!”

“You mean your dad?” Luka rose an eyebrow, sighing deeply, “With due respect, Bob usually doesn’t check the sources, that’s the job of his reporters and legal associates. Besides, this-“Luka pointed at his head, obviously cropped onto another person’s body, said body was intimately close to a woman Luka never saw before in his life, hands around her waist, both surrounded by paparazzi and flashing cameras. “-is me three years ago, from a live concert during break. You can even see the purple neon lightning on my face. That shouldn’t be there from all the cameras flashing their lights in the background, besides, this is one article, you’d think there would be more considering the amount of paparazzi in the photo and the scandal.”

Luka couldn’t tell if XY was about to murder him or spontaneously combust on his bean bag, whichever route XY took, he really hoped he’d purchased a magical bean bag from that flea market all those years ago and that it would swallow him whole.

No such luck.

Another stomp. “Ugh, you’re so annoying Coughaine! You’ll see plenty more articles about this! It’s a legitimate source!” XY stood up and rushed towards the door.

Luka couldn’t resist shouting after him, “Next time, make sure to check the spelling!” the frustrated scream from the younger star made Luka chuckle.

He took his own phone out and sent a quick message to his friend.

..

Penny Rolling was well known in the music industry, if not for her musical talent, it was for the patience of a saint she seemed to possess, working with Jagged Stone for as many years as she did. All his previous assistants had quit, but not Penny. Yet.

She was considering the possibility while brushing Fang’s teeth, the large crocodile grumbling happily at the attention and swishing his tail lazily. This was not part of her job description, but year and year, Penny seemed to mind these little tasks less and less.

Except when Fang would snatch Jagged’s lunch away, especially if it was hamburgers. The breath from the crocodile was too much for a human nose to bear.

Jagged’s echoed singing was heard from his shower, thankfully it wasn’t loud enough to drown out the ping that came from her private phone.

“Who could that be during work hours?” Penny flipped her phone open and opened the message, her eyes lightning up in recognition after she spied the sender name.

Jagged had just gotten out of the shower, fluffy purple bathrobe wrapped snugly around his lean form, another smaller towel being used to squeeze the excess water out of his hair. “Hm? Done with Fang already? Who’s a good boy?!”

Jagged immediately scratched Fang’s chin and head, the crocodile’s tail thumping happily against the floor at his owner’s high-pitched voice.

Penny rolled her eyes, fingers flying across her keyboard, typing out a reply. “It’s Luka.”

At that, Jagged immediately perked up like a golden retriever. Despite his less than stellar performance as a parental figure, nobody could deny that Jagged Stone loved his kids. “How is he doing? Is there any trouble, Penny?” Jagged immediately glanced over his assistant’s shoulder, Penny blinking rapidly at the man’s close proximity.

“Hmm, it seems like XY and Bob Roth are scheming something again.” She showed Jagged the article of the badly photoshopped picture that was supposed to be Luka with an unknown woman.

As expected, Jagged crossed his arms and scoffed loudly. “Tch, what, that’s supposed to be my son? His head’s clearly in a gig, and he’s tanner than the gentleman the body belongs to!”

Penny nodded, scrolling down the article. “Thankfully the press seemed to recognize the photo was heavily edited and didn’t stick to the story, the woman in the photo was also interviewed and said she never saw or met Luka before. They’re getting sloppy at slandering him.”

Jagged growled. “Damn fools!” almost immediately, Jagged plopped down on the couch next to him and grabbed his guitar.

“What are you doing?” Penny asked, trying to wrestle her hand away from Fang, who began playfully, but gently nibbling on her fingers.

“What do you think I’m doing? I’m going to write a song of course! The media will hound Bob and XY long enough for Luka to finish up his gigs in peace, he promised Leon to attend all those meetings at school.”

Penny crossed her arms, a fond smile stretching her lips. “Look at you, the doting father.”

Jagged waved her joke away. “A doting and vengeful one.” Jagged Stone grinned and released a loud rock riff.

..

Marinette bid farewell to her colleagues, waving at the children waiting on their parents after finishing their afternoon classes or extracurricular activities for the day.

Thankfully, the store didn’t seem too crowded today and Marinette bought a few essentials for home without much fuss. She needed the quiet today.

Once she took a quick shower at home and sat at her desk, all seemed right in the world.

Marinette began writing on a fresh page in her journal.

“Hello journal,

Today had been a good day, 28th of October.

I started class at 8 sharp, there was only one child who called in sick, an unfortunate cold at this time of year.

Class began with a discussion about respectful behaviour in class and among peers, I answered any questions the students had for me and visually presented good and bad behaviours. We repeated etiquette rules from last year and when the question about bullying came up, it were mostly stories of the other grades, though I sensed some conflict between Rika and Niru today. It didn’t seem severe, perhaps a dispute about the arrangement of colors and writing utensils in the shared cupboard again.

Alya reported Leon’s good progress during history, Sherry was still struggling memorizing dates and numbers, but she was trying.

Recess was lively despite the colder weather, there were no incidents.

Reminder: take initiative to plan next parent-teacher conference, take notes on students beforehand and review before each meeting. Plan for winter festival, food choice from last year was well received, perhaps something different this year. Take tips from Marianne. Meeting with Leon’s father is scheduled, still need to agree on the exact time on Friday to meet. Write down questions for the father, possibly inquire about familial background of Leon. Report to father about Leon’s progress in school and his good social skills, offer advice on his struggles in math, use Alya’s example of red, blue and purple. “If person A likes red but hates the color blue, use purple to find some common ground and get them interested.” Analogy for: less focus on differences, more focus on common interest.

Side note: practice creating better analogies with Alya.

Side, side note: next month, teacher conference, prepare!

More to come tomorrow, goodbye for now.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Marinette stretched her arms above her head, sticking slender sticky notes on the ‘side notes’ marked in her journal entry to remember to flip to this page later.

She carefully bound her work journal and placed it in the top drawer, sealing it with her key and placing that key in a small envelope, stashing it in the second drawer in a small, hidden compartment beneath a stack of packaged sticky notes.

Then, Marinette took out her personal diary.

Dear diary,

Today was a good day!

The children are making good progress, we talked about boundaries and good social etiquette with each-other today. The teachers from the other grades expressed their worries about some of the older children’s attitudes having a negative impact on the younger ones. Talked with Macy from grade 8, there was a boy who suffered from anger issues, she says he’s a sweet boy, except when his sister is mentioned, he would go berserk. Poor boy. Sometimes I wish there was a way to immediately know what’s wrong with a student and help them. Macy offered him our social worker’s numbers and directions to her office if the boy ever wanted to talk, I hope he accepts it.

Lunch was mediocre today, I love our cafeteria ladies but the food really screams for help sometimes. I would take a cut from my pay check if it meant better food in school, am I too gluttonous lately? Might be Tikki’s influence, I’ve started to eat whenever I feed her because she would refuse to eat if I didn’t. I googled it, apparently its a way for cats to socialise during eating, something like strengthening bonds and being vulnerable together. I was so touched I had to cuddle the little snuggle bug. Sometimes, I wonder if Tikki thinks her human is weird. Hm.

Managed to arrange a meeting with Leon’s dad, hurray! I kept setting it aside for some reason, but I finally managed to set the date with Juleka’s help. Maybe I should try calling him personally and just confirm the meeting again and a more precise time? Juleka seemed oddly adamant about doing this for her brother, apparently he had a lot of ‘gigs’ and had a narrow time window. Normally, these things should be discussed with the parents directly, but Juleka also takes care of Leon, so maybe it’s fine if I rely on her until I have my fist official meeting with Leon’s dad. I wonder what sort of man he is? Definitely a mystery.

Oh, I should get together with the girls for the weekend, maybe even Friday, it’s been a while since we all met and chatted.

Anyway, that’s all for today, I still need to feed Tikki and myself (again).

See you tomorrow, dear diary!

Marinette

Thanks for reading (and your patience everyone! T_T). I’m still buried in work and exams, but I’ll try to update monthly. :3 Stay tuned! Chapter 4 is being written as I type this :D

[winter-petal]

Melodies of hope

(This is my first story that I uploaded on AO3)

Luka’s day had started off on the wrong foot. He woke up feeling like he had barely slept, with dark circles under his eyes that he hoped he could conceal. But as he made his way to school, his memory suddenly jolted him awake - he had completely forgotten about an important assignment that was due that day. The realization hit him like a ton of bricks as he rushed to submit it, but it was too late. The consequence of his forgetfulness led him straight to detention, adding more weight to his already heavy shoulders.

After enduring the long and stressful day at school, Luka finally arrived home, feeling like he could collapse at any moment. However, before he could even flop onto his bed, his twin sister Juleka reminded him of the kitty section gig they had planned on the houseboat that evening. The mere thought of having to perform after such a draining day made him want to scream in frustration. Despite feeling on the brink of exhaustion, he tried his best to keep his composure and not take out his frustrations on those around him.

As the performance began, Luka did his best to put on a show, but his fatigue was evident as he quietly strummed his guitar. During a break in the music, he found a quiet spot to sit alone, away from the rest of the group. Marinette, who had been observing him, noticed his strange behavior and felt a pang of concern. She sat down beside him, offering a gentle smile as she said, "Hey Luka, is everything okay? You seem a little off today."

Luka glanced up at her, the weariness evident in his eyes, but a small grateful smile tugged at the corner of his lips. "Hey, Marinette. It's just been one of those days, you know? Everything that could go wrong seemed to go wrong," he replied, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

Marinette nodded understandingly, her empathy for Luka growing stronger. "I'm sorry to hear that. But remember, it's okay to have bad days. You don't have to carry the weight of the world on your shoulders alone," she said softly, offering him a comforting hand on his arm.

Luka felt a warmth spread through him at her words, grateful for her genuine concern. He had always admired Marinette's kindness and compassion, and in that moment, he felt a flicker of hope ignite within him. "Thank you, Marinette. That means a lot to me," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

As they sat together in a comfortable silence, the sun began to set over the water, casting a warm glow over the houseboat. The gentle lapping of the waves against the boat provided a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Luka found himself opening up to Marinette, sharing his frustrations and worries, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders with each word he spoke.

Marinette listened attentively, offering words of encouragement and understanding. The connection between them grew stronger as they shared their vulnerabilities and found solace in each other's company. In that moment, Luka realized that even in the darkest of days, there was always a ray of light shining through - and for him, that light was Marinette.

And as the night drew to a close, with the music of the houseboat fading into the distance, Luka and Marinette found themselves leaning closer, their hearts beating in unison, their bond deepening with each passing moment. And under the starlit sky, amidst the gentle breeze, they shared a moment that would forever change the course of their friendship - and perhaps even their hearts.

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Were you really that bitter on both Adrien and Alya back when you started the fic?

Oh, absolutely. Remember, this was during S3, where they really hammered down on making Marinette "learn a lesson" every episode, and pushing that Lila was a master manipulator in the absolute worst way possible. While Alya and Adrien's actions and behaviors were exaggerated in TOtMiS... they still had some basis in canon. Episodes like "Chameleon," and "Ladybug," are pretty obvious examples of this, but you also have stuff in "Gamer 2.0," "Reflekdoll," "Weredad," and of course, the infamous "Puppeteer 2". And I'm sure there's others I'm forgetting. But regardless, it was an infuriating time, to say the least.

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