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ladylookslikeadude1 · 2 years

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Lukanette Idea

Kitty Section (& Mylene) Sugar

Marinette's Calender - It has the whole class not just Adrien he just has the most activities and takes up the most space - Gets used against her by Lila and Alya

Kitty Section offers The Liberty as a safe place to hide

They find out most of what Marinette knows (Minus being Ladybug obviously) And supports her through and emotional break down.

And then plans (On their own because Marinette deserves to be taken care of) How to take down Lila, Alya and Adrien, who is unsupportive despite knowing Lila is a liar

Also a JuleRose, Myvan, and Lukanette triple date sounds cute

Lukanette is my favorite pairing for Miraculous Ladybug, so I love the choice there! This got...a little out of hand, so I couldn't fit everything in there, but I hope you like it!

Marinette was genuinely forgetful, and incredibly busy. The fact that she had a calendar with everyone’s events on it was a natural progression of that, since she would, actually, like to spend time with her friends on occasion. Adrien’s activities taking up such a large portion of the calendar was just because he had a lot of activities! But Alya…she’d taken a picture of it, and shared it with Lila, who in turn showed it to the rest of the class and twisted it into something creepy and stalkerish.

She was good at twisting things like that. One day full of side-eye from everyone except Juleka, Rose, Mylene, and Ivan and snide comments about being a stalker and Marinette was ready to cry-or scream. Fleeing to the park after school had been a thoughtless decision, brought about simply because she didn’t want to go home and have to look at that calendar quite yet. She collapsed under a tree and couldn’t help the silent tears that spilled over.

She knew she had to calm down. She knew. But Marinette couldn’t stop replaying the day over and over in her head, seeing Lila’s smug little smirk and Alya’s self-righteous look.

“Ma-Ma-Marinette,” Luka’s low voice greeted her playfully before he caught a good look at her face. “Hey.” He sat down beside her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her in for a hug. “It’ll be ok,” he murmured to her. “Whatever it is, I’ll make it ok.”

Marinette let out a wet laugh as she swiped at her cheeks half-heartedly. “I don’t think it will be,” she told him tiredly.

“Come to the Liberty,” Luka offered. “We’ll talk about it and make a plan.”

“You hate plans,” Marinette said, a small smile tugging at her lips. Luka was definitely more a fly by the seat of his pants kind of guy.

“Yeah, but you don’t.” Luka’s gentle look somehow ripped Marinette apart and put her together again at the same time.

Marinette should have expected the ambush at the Liberty, but she wasn’t even mad about it. Juleka, Rose, Mylene, and Ivan dragging her (and Luka by way of proximity) into a group hug while telling her that they knew it wasn’t anything creepy was a balm to her battered emotion. The brief explanation about what happened during class had Luka’s eyebrow raising incredulously. “They’re stupid,” Juleka concluded darkly.

“I-you’re busy,” Luka said in disbelief. “How exactly do they expect you to keep track of all of the events they have-that they ask you to make stuff for and don’t pay you for-without having it on a calendar or something?”

“Your guess is as good as mine,” Marinette murmured. “But Lila’s a huge liar, so I’m not surprised she’s pulling something like this.”

“You’ve said that before,” Mylene said slowly, her voice soft and considering. “What do you mean?”

Marinette hesitated for a moment, but told them all, “I don’t know if you know this, but I got Alya that first interview with Ladybug.” Rose let out a soft noise of realization. “So she and I have…a professional relationship, I guess. So I know for a fact that Lila isn’t her ‘best friend’. And Jagged Stone doesn’t have a kitten, he has Fang-his crocodile.” She sighed. “I just…I can’t stand liars. Maybe I shouldn’t have been so harsh with her, but it just really bothers me. And then this.”

“I asked Prince Ali about the charity she said she worked on with him,” Rose said after a moment. “He said he didn’t know what I was talking about-Lila said it was very confidential, and that’s why he couldn’t say anything but…that didn’t make a lot of sense to me,” she admitted. “I’m sorry Marinette, I should have stood up for you today!”

“No,” Marinette said immediately. “No, I wouldn’t want you to do that. It’s better that she’s just focused on me.”

Ivan was not someone who spoke often, but when he did it made an impact. So when he told Marinette, “It’s not your responsibility to protect us-we care about you, and you deserve to be protected too,” she paused to let it sink in.

And then Marinette promptly burst into tears.

#Miraculous Ladybug #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #lukanette #pro lukamari #alya salt #lila salt #my fanfiction #my writing #ladylookslikeadudeanswers #writing prompt answers

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quickspinner · 9 months

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Weekly Lukanette Roundup

What is the Weekly Roundup? | Previous Weekly Roundups

First roundup of the year! Covering two weeks, since it was a holiday last week. (Technically it's a holiday today too but I'm free today and I don't want to skip another week.) Note: I didn't have time to read all these this round, just skimmed them to make sure they were as advertised. Let me know if anything looks amiss.

From @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers: Sprint Secret Santa Works

From @verfound: Bad Kitty...? | Dear Uncle Luka Claus

From @starlight-emiko: Autumn Leaves and Aggravated Ladybug | Luka's Christmas: The Guardian Angel, the mistletoe, and the Christmas gift! | Delivering Cookies in the Snow

From @rierse: Cup of Sugar

From @smileytrinity: Coffee Shop Stop | I Love You

From @generalluxun: Fairy Lukanette

From @mistresshasty: Ralentissant

From @blueberry-macaron: Symphony for you and me Ch 5

From @mysterynoel: Lukanette NYE

From @their-destinys-writer: Can't Help Falling in Love

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 roundupfor 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.

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starlit-dreaming · 1 year

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[ch4] élémentaire

Fandom: MLB Ship: Eventual Felinette, MarcNath & Chlogami, Past Lukanette TL;DR: HBIC Marinette + Rich Marinette + ML Salt Fic + Canon Divergence

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Note: ngl, this chapter kinda took my ideas and ran it through before i even realized it. i had only 2 main ideas and it ended up getting better than expected -- it even fit the theme of the chapter LMAO

4 words: karma is a bitch

ALSO I DIDNT FORGET THE TAGS THIS TIME!!!!!!!

Tags: @jjmjjktth @smolplantmum @always-on-a-sugar-high @fan-written @vixen-uchiha @fanfics-and-fangirling @marvel--unsolved @starlightshield @lady-bee-fechin @draco-kasai @weirdo-with-no-beardo @idontwannaexistsopleasekillme @blep-23

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iv. jacinthes bleues

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Even though they’ve been classmates for years at Dupont, Nino couldn’t really consider himself to be friends with all of them. Maybe the guys, but certainly not the girls.

So, despite how friendly Rose has always been even when they were attending Notre Dame, he didn’t actually know her well enough to feel comfortable calling her a close friend despite their shared circles. He knew nothing of her involvement in any of Marinette’s plans unless Marinette or Alix talked to him, and apart from info gathering, he couldn’t think of any other reasons on how she factored into Marinette’s plans. An insider job, perhaps?

Rose still wore a pink ribbon, her unspoken sign of her allegiance to Marinette, so… they were in the same boat. They both fell for Lila’s lies and were trying to make it up to Marinette. Rose was a much better actress than he ever realized.

“What a screwed up situation we’re in, huh?” Nino asked wryly, leaning back into his seat. They were both in the library, working on their assigned project for their history class in the peace and quiet.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Rose said with a smile, though her eyes narrowed at him. “If anything, it’s a minor setback.”

“If that’s how you wanna call it…” he frowned, trailing off as he looked at the textbook. “Y’know, there’s no shame in admitting—”

“We are both in very different situations, Nino,” Rose sharply stated in a sweet tone of voice. “You let yourself be fooled. I let myself be complacent. There’s a difference.”

He didn’t get why Rose seemed so on edge, but it was probably for the best if he let the conversation drop. Out of everyone, Rose was the worst person to be stuck in an argument with, especially because she had that effect on people in making them feel as if they kicked a puppy.

It didn’t seem all that different to him, though. They were both in the same situations, just different end results.

Still, Rose was also the most observant person in their group who could easily pick up on a wide range of information, and her grudges were long-lasting. He’s not gonna argue about technicalities.

“You’re slouching,” Rose started frowning.

“I know,” he awkwardly admits.

“You can’t avoid it forever,” she gently said.

“I know, Rose.”

At this, she sighed, “If you don’t do anything about it, I will.”

It wasn’t a threat; it was a promise.

He doesn’t say anything in response to that, because he knows. Everyone is doing their part, no matter how hard it might be, and he’s been stalling.

But what he’s about to do is going to hurt either way.

His relationship with Alya is on the line — if she doesn’t believe him then… they might break up. He knows that the likelihood of their relationship surviving into adulthood is pretty slim, but he doesn’t want to lose her over a liar, he knows that much. If he says nothing, he’s letting her be manipulated; if he says something, it’s over even if he doesn’t want them to be. The only possibility of it going great is if Alya hears him out, which is definitely going to be a 50-50 chance.

And if Adrien doesn’t believe him, he might go crazy, but it’d be bearable — Adrien and Lila kinda have a thing going on. Adrien’s already pretty clueless about a ton of stuff, even more so when it comes to girls flirting with him, but with how he lets Lila hang off of him all the time, he wouldn’t be surprised if he was blinded from infatuation.

“If I were you, I would talk to Alya first,” Rose smiled sweetly. He’s not sure if it’s genuine kindness or if it’s part of her own plans, because it’s Nino’s problem to begin with, but it’s good advice nevertheless. “It’ll be easier to convince Adrien, but harder with Alya. If you do end up arguing or breaking up over this, then she’ll have time to come around and apologize.”

Adrien would be easier to convince.

As much as he thinks his feelings for Alya might be tipping into love, his girlfriend’s got a short temper and he can’t deny it. She was easy to rile up, and it does get hard to communicate with her when she’s adamant about being right.

“…yeah, you’re right. Thanks, dudette.”

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“For the record, this is a terrible idea.”

Alix knew that her words would do nothing to deter Marinette from seeing this meeting through to the end, but she has always been her right-hand man and stating the obvious is her job. Honest to a fault, some might say, but frankly that’s the way Marinette prefers it. Despite their past disagreements, it will always remain the same.

Despite what happens, Marinette leads, and Alix follows.

“Oh, believe me,” she dryly chuckles, shooting Alix an amused look. Alix didn’t see why this was so amusing to Marinette, but maybe her suffering was the funny thing here. “I know it is.”

Standing tall before them was a very familiar building — a rather sizable hotel. It was overly fancy and had long since lost its charm, and yet it was the only place that Dupont could get a free field trip at on short notice: Le Grand Paris.

Despite knowing that it’ll be far from pleasant, it was necessary. There was no set precedent when it came to disbanding a faction and rebuilding it in later years, but this felt like a matter of formalities.

It was during the faction meeting that Marinette disbanded Méticuleuse, and so she herself needed to correct her past action — even if it never really stopped her followers from still following her unofficial guidelines.

The first step of doing so was holding a faction meeting, and that required a proper apology to Chloé Bourgeois (yeah, the irony of this fact wasn’t lost on Alix — Mme Bustier has consistently been badgering Marinette to apologize to Chloé despite being innocent, and here she was, doing exactly what Mme Bustier would be ecstatic to hear). Before they could move forward, they all probably need to air out their grievances, which was going to be the worst.

At least it was only Chloé who was going to be complaining.

(Félix technically needed to be there as well, but he was a special case considering that he isn’t attending Dupont and wasn’t even in France to begin with.)

So, apart from Marinette and Alix, it was just Chloé and Sabrina, and Claude Sainté-Pierre who was acting as Félix’s proxy (as he always did) who would be in attendance.

‘She’s going to be insufferable,’ Alix sighed, already feeling slightly irritated at the thought. “Would it be too late to ask you to swap me out with Rose for the meeting?”

“Absolutely,” Marinette smiled serenely, looking at Alix with a clear statement of “you’re not getting out of this that easily” — which, fair. Alix knew what she was getting into when she agreed to remain as her second. “Besides, Rose has more pressing matters to attend to from what I’m aware of, while you just have your daily bets and competitions with Kim. Ondine can easily help you get out of that by asking to spend more time with him.”

Ah. An unexpected bonus. That was also the reason why Kim didn’t seem to complain too much when Alix told him she had to bail on their race for the day, if Alix put two and two together.

Alix knew that Ondine was popular and reliable, and they both get along well enough (and Alix can say for certain that Ondine’s too good for Kim), but she never really stopped to think of her beyond that. Kim and Ondine were still in that phase of figuring out their maybe-relationship, so Alix did actively try to avoid thinking of Ondine more often than not purely because she wanted nothing to do with that.

‘It sure is convenient that Kim’s definite-girlfriend is in our group,’ Alix nodded. ‘I’m tired of all his demands for a rematch.’

“We should probably go in now,” Marinette sighed, sealing Alix’s fate for the next few hours.

‘On second thought… never mind.’

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‘I would do anything to get out of this,’ Claude Sainté-Pierre thought, a fake smile plastered on his face as takes a sip of water.

They were sitting at one of the private tables of Le Grand Paris — something normally offered to celebrities and VIP guests. Chloé’s butler had assured them at the start that no classmates of theirs will be allowed to take a foot into the building before bowing and taking his leave.

The butler and the whole secret meeting was a bit much, but Claude was somewhat used to it. His parents were on the wealthy side, yet his family didn’t have a butler or anything — a regular cleaning service and security system, yes, but not their own wait staff. Allegra’s family had no qualms about employing maids and their own personal chef, and Allan’s family may have been similar to his, but Allan’s family had their own home studio and an indoor cinema.

Marinette’s probably the only one who would get it — Félix had the chance to go to her house when they were younger, and they didn’t have any hired help. At the bakery, yeah, but not within the house.

The sound of a glass cup thumping against the table brought him back to the conversation at hand.

Or rather… the lack of conversation.

They were seated at a table for six, with Claude kinda sitting across from Alix. Chloé was unfortunately next to him, while an empty chair remained on his other side. Empty seat, Claude, Chloé, Sabrina, Marinette, and Alix — the typical setup to prevent a faction leader from sitting next to another leader. It was mostly to prevent them from being fixated on the other person, since it often led to distractions.

Marinette and Chloé argued, Chloé and Félix would make snide comments against each other, while Marinette and Félix would, well… Claude’s not sure what to call it, exactly. It wasn’t flirting, but it also wasn’t really arguing or getting along.

Just talking, he supposes, which would make this meeting far less awkward.

“I believe you have something to say to me, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé stated with sharp narrowed eyes, smiling.

Everyone knew that Chloé only stopped referring to Marinette by her first name ever since she stepped down from her position. Claude was under the impression that it would’ve changed once he heard from Félix that Chloé finally won.

Marinette maintained her smile, her lips twitching just the slightest bit as she relaxed her shoulders and fixed her stare on Chloé.

“Congratulations, Bourgeois,” Marinette stated. “You were right; I was wrong. You won.”

He expected as much.

For reasons beyond his comprehension, the Akuma Class believed the liar girl over Marinette for the better part of the year or two — he wasn’t paying too much attention to them, just Marinette given how haggard she was from overwork. It was even more noticeable with how their peers on the student council would always talk about her worriedly.

“I know I am,” Chloé had scoffed, leaning back into her seat as she regarded Marinette with a rather cold look. “That’s not what I was talking about.”

“And what exactly do you want to hear?” Marinette asked incredulously.

Looks like he wasn’t the only one who was confused — even Sabrina and Alix seemed surprised over the statement. Sabrina should’ve known everything about Chloé, and for her to be thrown off by this just goes to show that Claude really was wrong about the Charmante Faction Leader.

“What I want,” Chloé seemed to glare, “is an apology.”

“For what?” Marinette’s brows knit, clear confusion on her face. “For being naïve by not believing you?”

“That, and for your deplorable behaviour,” Chloé practically sneered. “It was disgusting, watching you act beneath your station.”

Alright… now she was definitely matching Claude’s memories of her. Claude was starting to think that maybe Ladybug was actually making a bigger and better positive impact than Adrien Agreste, but he stands corrected.

“Right,” Marinette dryly stated. “You’ve always been the type for extravagance like all the others who prefer to indulge in their wealth. How dare I show such a shameful side of me, for preferring to disregard status. I’d prefer to call it moderation, however. Ah, what was it again? Moderation is key, isn’t it?”

“Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous,” Chloé wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Moderation,” she scoffed, looking at her nails as if to ignore Marinette. “Well, look where moderation brought you. Acting like a mere commoner, lowering yourself as if you were a feeble servant to our peers, becoming not only a doormat, but also becoming a stalker!”

Oh… oh.

Claude suddenly had a feeling that maybe, just maybe, this was becoming personal. It was no wonder why Chloé wasn’t finding delight in Marinette’s defeat right from the get go — something that all of them had been expecting — she was pissed because of Marinette’s former fangirl crush on her friend.

Judging from the look of dawning realization on Marinette’s face, she got the memo.

“I’m sorry,” Marinette stated, looking away from Chloé. She was ashamed, he could tell that much. “I shouldn’t have let myself get so obsessed with the idea of Prince Charming. For what it’s worth, I have made strides to improve myself for the better.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” came Chloé’s clipped reply. “Adrikins is innocent and naïve — he needs someone to snap him out of it like I tried to do for you. I’m waiting until he finally opens his eyes on this whole Liar Rossi thing, because with how much he cares for the simpletons of our class, he’s going to realize that she’s the worst type of person to associate with. What he doesn’t need is to get dragged into your fantasy and unresolved issues — despite the distance, he is still my childhood friend.”

“I get it,” Marinette stated with gritted teeth. “When I realized how kind he was, he…” she sighed, shoulders slumping. “He matched my idea of a perfect prince.”

At this, Chloé leaned back into her seat once more, giving Marinette a glare. “You weren’t using him to get back at Félix for leaving, were you? Considering how similar they look.”

Oh, jeez… Claude didn’t want to hear any of this conversation for plausible deniability, but now he has no choice. This was definitely going to bite him in the ass later, because, well, for starters he’s the only guy here and if Félix says anything, it’ll get traced back to him. Sure, Alix was nonbinary and didn’t care about pronouns, but she was loyal to Marinette to begin with so no worries about breach of privacy there. Félix was unaware of the Marinette’s crush on him from back then, but there’s no doubt he knows now.

(It didn’t help much that Claude was probably the only one in the Quantic Kids who picked up on this whole crush situation. He never said anything to avoid getting on Marinette’s bad side, besides, he thought Félix was only nice to Marinette due to being all businessman-like.)

“Of course not,” Marinette huffed. “Yeah, I wanted to forget Félix, but I didn’t even realize that they were cousins until he came back. Félix is a common name, and I didn’t remember his last name beyond Graham until I saw the film with Adrien’s mother.”

“Hmph. Fine. I’ll accept that for now,” Chloé said, pursing her lips. “I won’t apologize for my words and actions. I’m still far too upset at what you’ve done to him under the guise of friendship to even want to.”

“As long as we’re done airing out our grievances, that’s fine with me,” Marinette smiled. “Now, can we finally move onto what we’re really here for?”

“Hold it,” Chloé cut in. “Sabrina, call our guest.”

“Yes ma’am,” Sabrina complied to the command, pulling out her phone.

“A guest?” Marinette blinked. “You never mentioned that another person was joining us.”

“Why would I waste my time on that when you’re going to be meeting them anyway, Marinette?” Chloé rolled her eyes. “Just wait.”

Claude, who left one of his hands in his hoodie’s pocket with his phone, finally ended the call with Félix before Sabrina could call him herself.

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Nino’s not sure if it’s because he knew, deep down inside, that this was going to happen, but it’s a strange feeling nevertheless. He thinks that maybe he’s heartbroken, maybe numb, but he knows that he’s upset because he did cry in the restroom for several minutes after it happened.

Like ripping off a band-aid — hurts and then it’s fine for a while. Not great, not terrible, but fine.

As much as he didn’t want to, it’s either stick with the herd, or save the rest of his class from further manipulation.

It does hurt, though, knowing that he and Alya won’t be spending time together any more, that she’ll give him back his stuff and he’ll give hers back as well. He’s going to get bombarded with questions from the guys, and he’s not sure if that’s something he’s capable of handling emotionally at the moment.

“Nino…?” Adrien hesitantly called out, frowning with his brows pinched in concern. “Are you okay?”

He doesn’t think he is. On the bright side, he won’t be akumatized until maybe later. Can’t really say the same for Alya who just stomped off, but he expected that.

“Alya and I broke up.”

It was a quiet statement, simple, straight to the point. For the past several minutes, he’s been staring at his phone, trying to decide whether to actually drop Alya’s number like she yelled at him to do.

Huh. How long did he keep Adrien waiting? He hopes it wasn’t too long.

“What?!” Adrien shouted, eyes blown wide as he was very obviously taken aback by the news. “Why?! Don’t you two love each other?”

“We… had a fight,” Nino admits, not really wanting to rehash the last 15 minutes of his study period. But Adrien was his best friend, and he was also Alya’s friend, and Nino wasn’t gonna blind side him by making him feel awkward about hanging out with one over the other. “Rose and I finished our project early during our study period, so I went to go look for Alya.”

He should probably thank Rose for pushing him into doing it, otherwise he wouldn’t have, and then it’d be too late to do anything. She did look worried about him, when she caught sight of him heading towards the restroom, but she was with Juleka who’s been looking really pale lately.

Rose definitely knew how the conversation with Alya was going to turn out, and while he is upset at her for that fact, he knows that it’s not actually her fault.

“Uh huh…” Adrien nodded, looking increasingly worried. “What’d you two talk about?”

“It was about Lila,” he breathed, and he could see Adrien perking up at the mention of the girl. It made him feel terrible, having to break the news that Adrien’s crush isn’t as great as everyone thinks she is.

“What… uh, what about her?”

Like ripping off a band-aid, he had to remind himself. Taking in a deep breath, then letting it go as he steeled his resolve.

“I told her that Lila’s been lying to us. To all of us,” he looked away, not wanting to see Adrien’s heartbroken face. “And Alya… she didn’t believe me. She accused me of still liking Marinette and that’s why I’m siding with her. Stuff about how…” his eyes burned with unshed tears. “Lila’s been telling her a bunch of lies. About how I’m always looking at Marinette when Alya wasn’t looking, that she thought she saw me talking to Marinette after school the other day, that I was standing really close to her, like we were gonna…”

Nino took in another breath, letting it out with a sigh, willing to keep the weight of the heartbreak off his shoulders. He didn’t want to deal with getting akumatized for the day — it always made him feel worse in the aftermath.

It’s already been a bad day.

“What…?” he regrets looking back at Adrien, seeing a look of horror crossing his friend’s face. He hopes it’s for the situation that Nino’s in and not because of Lila’s lies. He didn’t know if he could handle something like that so soon after the breakup with Alya.

“I didn’t expect it either,” he smiled wryly, feeling all the bitterness bubbling up in his chest before suppressing it with a tired chuckle. “I thought that maybe…” he shook his head, his vision blurring. “Well, I guess Lila’s lies were stronger than our relationship, stronger than everything we’ve been through together, apparently.”

And oh, did that admittance hurt. Alya chose to doubt him over Lila, choosing a liar over her own boy—ex-boyfriend. She didn’t want to hear him out, claiming that he wanted to cover his unfaithfulness by throwing Lila under the bus.

“Nino, I’m… I… I know that’s not true—”

“Thanks for believing in me,” Nino gave his best friend a pat on the shoulder. “But I kinda expected this would happen if I talked to Alya about it,” he shot Adrien a weak smile. “I know you like Lila, just… be careful, yeah? I just… I don’t want you getting hurt like I did.”

Adrien said nothing. Nino didn’t blame him. Poor guy was still in a state of shock from what Nino could tell. It did make him feel better, knowing that he still had Adrien on his side if not Alya.

“Thanks for not calling me delusional. I… I know I said that I’d come hang out with you and Kitty Section today, but uh… I’m… not really up for it right now,” he gave Adrien a side hug. “Kinda don’t want to be around anyone from school.”

Maybe he’ll stop by the Dupain-Cheng Bakery on his way home. He could really use the warm hugs he’d always get from Sabine and Tom, and maybe a warm, freshly baked chocolate croissant. They always knew how to make him feel safe and at home whenever he’s had a bad day, and maybe they might have some advice for the heartbreak and—

Ah shit, Nino was definitely crying now.

“See ya tomorrow, dude,” he tugged his cap down and headed off.

Breakups are the worst.

#wynter writes #hbic marinette #fic: elementaire #fic: élémentaire #rich marinette #ml salt fic

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verfound · 11 months

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 31: Trick or Treat (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch31: Trick or Treat

“Mendeleiev had no right to send you there,” Luka bit. She jumped when he slammed the fridge shut, the bottles in the door rattling from the force.

“She’s our boss,” she mumbled from where she was curled up on his couch. “Head reaper. I’m pretty sure that gives her every right.”

“Not there, Marinette. Not tonight,” he said. He came back out and handed her a bottle – sparkling water, the cherry flavored one she liked so much, she was relieved to see. Drinking here – drinking with Luka, drinking after bad days, drinking anything stronger than sparkling water – tended to be…dangerous. He sat down across from her when she took it, popping the lid on his own drink. She almost smiled when she saw it was lemonade. “Tomorrow’s Halloween. Do you have any idea what happens on Halloween?”

“…kids go trick-or-treating, get hopped up on sugar, and terrorize their parents?” she guessed. He choked on his drink, and she hid her smile with her knees. “Sorry.”

“Yes, but no,” he laughed, shaking his head. He put his drink down and turned to her, frowning. “You show your face, Mari. Your real face.”

She froze as his words sunk in.

“…my parents were at that party,” she whispered, and he nodded.

“They could have recognized you,” he said. He sighed and reached for her, holding out his hand as he used the other to scrub at his eyes. “Never mind the fucking haunted house. I’m going to have words with her.”

“…I don’t understand why, though,” she said, shaking her head numbly. “What’s…what’s so special about Halloween? It’s just some stupid American craze. Why does my face show?”

“It’s not just a ‘stupid American craze’, Marinette,” he said. He wiggled his fingers at her again, and instead of taking his hand she put her drink on the table and threw herself at him, crawling into his lap. He froze for a moment, but then he was wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close. Whatever this…whatever was between them, she was too tired to fight it tonight, and she found herself snuggling closer. “It has deep roots. Ancient roots. In the Celtic festivals of Samhain. Death gets a little closer to the living, and the veil thins just a bit more.”

“You sound like one of those crazy New Age people,” she mumbled into his chest. His hand was absently combing through one of her pigtails, and he smiled as he gave it a gentle tug.

“Says the grim reaper,” he chuckled. “I don’t know, Mari. Some reapers say it’s just an old wives’ tale. Most of us don’t seek out the people we knew to test it – or most of us can’t. Fred…Fred did, though. By accident. Bumped into his daughter a few years back. She…it didn’t end well. Mylène fainted and hit her head on a bench. Had to get checked out for trauma.”

“That’s horrible. I think I prefer trick or treating,” Marinette said. He hummed. After a moment, she scrunched her hand in his shirt and turned to press her face against him. He froze as she snuggled against him. “Thank you. For…for being there tonight. For getting me out.”

“I hate that you were even put in that situation,” he grumbled, holding her closer. “It was cruel.”

“But you were there, and it was…it was better,” she said. Her fist tightened on his shirt, and she swallowed against the lump in her throat. “…it’s always better. With you.”

He sat up a bit, curling around her and holding her tighter. Closer. For a moment, she thought she felt his lips against her shoulder – against the bit of skin her collar revealed. But…she had to be imagining that.

Right?

“I’ll always be there, Mari,” he whispered, and her heart stuttered in her chest. She wondered at how quickly it could beat – how dizzy it could make her – when she was supposed to be dead. When living things like beating hearts were supposed to be beyond her. How Luka could make her feel like none of that mattered.

Like…like she could be alive again.

“Always.”

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WIP WEDNESDAY! it's thursday SHUT UP!

“In every other universe, Marinette falls in love with Viperion,” she mumbles, and she’s so pretty, and so gorgeous, that he can’t exactly swallow it. With the city turning into a tapestry of pinks and purples, rolling clouds coming from the east, there’s almost a haze to her. A glow. The very edges of her black hair are colored in soft, diluted pinks— her claws, long against her propped-up knee, glint the same color as the rising sun.

She doesn’t move away when he scoots closer, legs and boots hanging over the ledge of the roof and joining hers, just close enough for him to play with the end of her ridiculously long braid. Instead, all she does is watch as he reties the ribbon at the end, green eyes looking up at him on the cusp of a smile, that symmetrical mouth soft and gentle.

God, he wants to kiss her.

God, he… he can’t help it.

He does.

Leaning forward, pressing into her with a gentle touch of their lips, her skin is so cool against his. Her lips are as soft as he imagined, melting into the chaste kiss that lasts for an absolute forever yet only a moment. When he pulls away, it’s because he’s smart enough not to stay and take more than what they’re willing to lose in this moment.

With what seems to be like a grounding breath, she touches a pinky to his. It’s not the first and won’t be the last time he wishes he could actually feel her on the other side of the hexleather, but he can’t voice it because she continues with: “And in every other universe, it doesn’t end well.”

He knows what she means. He gets it. She looks almost shell-shocked at whatever it was that happened in her universe she’d all but fled from, tackling him through the Bunnyx portal— he won’t ask, because he knows better, because intuition is laced into his breath and blood the way that his snakes are laced into his powers. With every breath, the motifs follow; he’s caught her so many times watching them disappear and fade back into view with long, pausing breaths. She looks at them longingly. Like she’s desperate to trace them with her claws, before sinking into a hug that will never let them part.

But that grief of hers is so, so palatable. It’s the curse of the black cat, where feelings and emotions are so much more, that it expresses itself physically. She’s a dangerous Akuma for a reason, which is why she’s on the priority list. Across universes, no one wants her to go ballistic. She’s the trigger point, the event horizon, the everything and nothing at all. A Marinette Akumatized is…

A nightmare, really.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything, right?” he whispers back.

Lady Noire grins hard enough to warp the edges of her domino mask, kissing him again and again and again.

#speakizys #sharks and sugar #not really but you understand the logistics behind me tagging it this #pro lukamari #pro lukanette #lukanette endgame

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Postponed plans

Hi! I wrote this story a while ago and I forgot to post it... So I’m posting it now because I’m feeling short of salt. And sugar. Especially SUGAR. I needed a dose of Lukanette FLUFF. So here’s a fic that have both sweetness and a pinch of salt. Enjoy?

Summary:

Luka invites Marinette out, but she already has plans with-…

Ladybug?

(Or why Marinette isn't allowed to have the peacock Miraculous)

Warning: Chat Noir salt

AO3

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Marinette checked the time on her phone screen. Her university classes were finished for the day. If she hurried she could make use of some spare time to work on that secret project of hers… she was so lost in thought she didn’t notice the person she was thinking about coming from behind until he tapped her shoulder.

“Hello, Marinette”

She jumped from the surprise, but when she turned and Luka was still there after she rubbed her eyes a few times, she beamed and enthusiastically jumped to his arms. “Luka! You’re back!”

“I’m back”, he reciprocated the hug.

“I didn’t expect you until next week, but I’m so happy to see you!” she said. “I missed you so much”

“I missed you, too. I got impatient to see you and came back earlier” he confessed.

“You should have told me!” she pouted.

“That would have ruined the surprise, wouldn’t it?” he winked teasingly.

She couldn’t disagree. And gosh- he really looked handsome. Better than in those posters, TV, magazines or even in those video calls. Suddenly, the present she was working on for him didn’t matter anymore.

Luka was back. And he said next time he came back, he would be staying. In Paris. With HER.

‘ And that’s all that matters ’, she thought while melting in his warmth.

“I know it’s sudden but can I take you out tonight, Marinette?” Luka asked, his arms weaker to give her some space to look at him. She gave him an apologizing smile.

“I’m sorry, Luka, but I already have plans tonight. I promised a friend…”

“Oh. Well- I was aware it could happen with how popular you are” he kissed her forehead with a chuckle before she could protest. “May I ask who is the lucky person?”

“Well… It’s Ladybug”

“Ladybug?” he blinked twice, confused, as she had expected him to react. “But you’re…”

“Shhh!! Not here!” her index pressed against her soft lips for a moment, but then her hand slid down to take his. “She raised up on her tip-toes to give him a quick peek on his still half-opened mouth, and it immediately changed into a wide lovestruck smile. “Come with me!” she pulled his hand and he was more than happy to follow her like a puppy.

“Ok- so…” she started, once they reached a quieter, more deserted, place. “You know how packed my schedule always is, right? How I always have to come up with excuses and leave whenever there’s an akuma and all the lies I have to take to protect my secret…” He nodded. He knew too well: it was what caused their break up some time ago. “Besides you know how Chat is…” she groaned. “I’m so done with him and I’ve been wishing I could relegate my work to someone else for so long now… Except I couldn’t! Because I’m the guardian and I have the responsibility to keep an eye on the Miraculous and Su-Han is pressuring me with stupid training and- Arghhh!!” She pulled her hair in frustration. “It was such a mess!”

“I can imagine…” he sympathized. His thumb caressing her cheek calmed her. “I wish I could have been here to help you earlier…” he lamented and she smiled at him with that look she showed him only.

“I know. You did a lot even before you knew, and I was the one who suggested you to stay away in order to protect you. If the villains had targeted you… I don’t want to ever think about it…”

“I know” he held her hands in ressurance.

“Everything has been much better since you’ve been supporting me, Luka. But with University and you traveling around the world, I came up with a temporary solution: I created a new Ladybug: a Senti-Ladybug”

“A sentimonster?”

“Yes. Convincing Felix was not easy, but I managed somehow. Then, I projected all my best qualities to the sentimonster, gave her the Ladybug Miraculous' powers and sent her to fight whenever I couldn’t or I didn’t want to deal with Chat Noir- which was, honestly, most of the time” she rolled her eyes. “She’s a great Ladybug”

“That sounds very helpful and convenient. And clever" he praised. "Are you inviting her to thank her for her efforts and good job?”

“Well- Not exactly” she smiled amusedly at Luka’s questioning expression. “I’m inviting her because I want to apologize”

“Apologize…?”

“Yes, you see?” her hands swinged rhythmically with his as she spoke. “I don’t want to brag but I did a very good job with Senti-Ladybug. So good that no one in Paris could tell she isn’t the real one! Not even Chat Noir!”

“No way!” Luka exclaimed, trying not to laugh.

“And poor Senti-Ladybug has been dealing with a lot of flirting and stupid jokes for a long while. Chat Noir even created trouble and willingly encouraged people to get akumatized just to spend time with her!” she groaned. “That’s without counting how he’s still insisting on revealing our secret identities to each other… As if he didn’t know where that led us before!”

“Wow… I knew he was bad- but I didn’t know it was this bad … I’m sorry to hear that” Luka’s fingers tightened support in her hands.

“Yes… That's why Sentibug talked to me last weekend. She said she rejected Chat Noir… more than 20 times!- and that she was tired"

"Tired? Isn't she supposed to follow your will?"

"That's right. Imagine how bad she must feel! Poor thing! She said that she can’t stand Chat Noir anymore and told me she wanted to quit- which I can’t blame her, since I did the same - so I decided to step in” Luka kept listening attentively. “Both of us met with Chat, and he was incredibly shocked and frustrated when he learned the truth about Sentibug. I thought Sentibug was exaggerating but he seriously had no idea or even suspected that Sentibug wasn't me all this time! He’s unbelievable! We’ve been partners for years and yet- It’s disappointing, really…” she sighed tiredly. “So yes- I’m apologizing to Sentibug for having her go through all the trouble she's been enduring for so long. Mostly Chat, because she deals with akumas very quickly and efficiently”

“I think inviting her is a wonderful idea, Marinette. She seems to have worked very hard so far,” Luka kissed the back of her hand and she blushed. “What are you going to do about Chat?”

“Well- I think he’s reflecting on his actions after we called him out... Knowing him, he’s probably still in shock” Luka nodded in agreement. “If Sentibug doesn’t want to work with him anymore, I think I’ll take his ring for good” there was another deep sigh from her. “You know? even despite everything, I’m not happy with the idea… He's been my partner since the very beginning and it was Master Fu who chose him… Looking back, that's most likely what's been stopping me until now, I think." His head lowered as she shrugged in nostalgia. "But he’s had a lot of time to change after I first warned him, and he didn’t…. Besides, it’s not like he's been very helpful recently- no, he isn't most of the time-, so… It feels like I have to do it this time”

Luka couldn’t disagree with those last statements. Flirting, joking, exposing himself directly to danger, self-sacrifice, wishing for people to get akumatized so he could meet with Ladybug…Yes- Paris sounded much safer without him around.

“Yes. I think that’s the right move, too” He said, and Marinette let out a relieved sigh. She was always happy to have Luka’s wisdom backing her decisions up. And if he ever thought there was something uncertain in her plans, they would debate it and come to the best possible solution. As they caressed each other's hands, they smiled at each other. Luka continued. “I think you really owe her dinner after all, yes” he chuckled.

“Right!?” She jumped. “I feel so sorry for having her go through that! She’s been very helpful and I want to be a better friend to her!”

“Sentibug sounds amazing, Marinette,” Luka chuckled. “Do you think I could join you? Maybe just to introduce us?”

“No! Impossible!” Marinette loudly protested. Luka stared at her confused and her cheeks turned red at her own reaction. Her hands finally left his to cover her face. “I mean… I projected a lot of myself into her- my best traits: Ladybug’s traits. She’s like… a perfect Ladybug. No clumsiness, no rambling, no panic or accidents… But what if I projected too much of myself into her? What if my love for you found its way through her, too!? Or maybe you'd prefer her since she’s a better me!? I can’t risk it!”

There were a few seconds of silence.

And Luka burst out laughing.

“What!” her face reddened, but he didn’t stop laughing for a minute.

“Gosh Marinette! You’re so funny!” he said, straightening up from being bent double. “I would never not know you. And I would never not love you” She relaxed at his loving expression, but her redness didn’t fade off her face. “I love you as you are: with clumsiness, rambles and everything” He assured. “A Marinette without those traits wouldn’t be the Marinette I love. I wouldn’t change you for anything or anyone, melody”

It didn’t seem possible, but Marinette blushed even more. She moved closer to rest her face on his chest, breathing his cologne and enjoying his warmth. She surrounded his torso with her arms and he gently returned the gesture.

“I don’t know how I’m so lucky to have you in my life. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for, Luka” she pulled even closer, enjoying a kiss on the top of her head and his fingers playing with her loose hair. “I love you so much”

“I think I'm the lucky one, Marinette” she melted as he whispered in her ear. "I love you too"

After a long tender moment enjoying their closeness, while keeping her arms around him, Marinette pulled slightly apart and raised her face to meet his, almost knocking his chin with her sudden move. Their eyes met.

“Let’s go out tomorrow! To make up for today!” She suggested. He smiled lovingly at her glowing, enthusiastic eyes.”Or maybe we can go enjoy the night view of Paris from the Eiffel Tower after my plans with Ladybug are over tonight!”

“OK then- let’s go out tomorrow. And we can go to the Eiffel Tower after our date, if you still want to” he replied with a smile. “Oh, and I’m the one inviting” she pouted at that but he kissed her before she could complain. A long, loving, sweet kiss that made them forget about the rest of the world. He pulled her into a hug again. “I’ll be looking forward to it”

“Me too” She beamed, and sank her face on his chest once again to muffle her happy squeal. After months and so many fiascos, a proper date with Luka sounded too good to be real…

She couldn’t be happier.

“Have fun and enjoy your time with Ladybug tonight,” She nodded, snuggling even closer, to his contentment. “And if you need me… I’ll be close by, in my room, composing a thousand love songs for you”

“Then I’ll make sure to listen to all of them tomorrow” she hummed happily.

She rose once again on her tip-toes to give him a soft kiss on his lips and he took the chance to surround her with his arms, raise her light body up and spin her around before giving her one more long, loving, and long-awaited kiss with a taste Marinette decided to call ‘ Happiness ’.

FIN

#my fic #airiP4 #lukanette fic #endgame lukanette #Pro LukaMari #salt fic #chat noir salt

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