Mending the Rip (Of My Shirt and Your Heart)
Kitty Section are practising when Luka's favorite Jagged Stone shirt rips. Luckily his latest costume designer is on hand to fix it, but who knew Marinette could get so tongue tied? And doesn't she only do that over boys she likes?
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
Warnings: No Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Pairing: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Agreste/Kagami Tsurugi, Kagami Tsurugi & Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Chapter 1: Listening to Your Jagged Heart Song
The designer said in a tone of faux cheerfulness, “Her lies aren’t hurting anyone, right?”
A sudden shrill screech of guitar turned her attention to Luka who was frowning at the instrument.
You know I love unicorns
And that they make me feel better!
I see their faces everywhere I go
Dreaming about them at the nights!
“I am glad Mr. Agreste allowed Adrien to be a part of the concert,” Marinette said as she moved her attention from her sketches to Kagami who sat beside her.
The Japanese girl nodded in reply. “I know Mr. Agreste’s hard to convince, but after Adrien meticulously pointed out that his participation in the band could help promote Agreste Fashion, it wasn’t a tough job.”
The designer hummed in approval as she bent over her sketchbook, adding colors to the designs.
“But tell me one thing.” The disdain in Kagami’s voice caused Marinette to look up.
“Who called that brunette here?” The Tsurugi girl pointed at someone, and Marinette followed her direction to catch sight of Lila Rossi reclining on a chair, sipping orange juice as Mylene sat beside her on a stool, enjoying the band’s performance.
“I mean, it’s not my business but… as far as I am aware, she isn’t dating anyone in the band. And it doesn’t seem like she’s here to offer a hand.”
“Oh,” Marinette rolled her eyes slightly before turning back to task in hand, “that’s Lila. I believed you knew her? For a few days ago, she claimed to have been Mrs. Tsurugi’s favorite student before arthritis caused her to take a break from fencing.”
“Mom’s favorite student? Baka.”
“Baka?”
“It’s a curse.”
Marinette raised an eyebrow as her lips twitched in a smirk. “Didn’t know you cursed.”
“Only when I am frustrated. But seriously, I hadn’t had a shade of idea about her existence before she appeared in that photograph with Adri-kun. He told me she’s a pathological liar, but to this extent… Wow, I must really go knock some sense into her.”
Kagami moved forward, only to be stopped by an iron grip on her wrist.
“Don’t,” Marinette said in a low tone as she pulled the other girl back. “I have tried uncovering her lies, but…”
“But what?”
“She just plays with the words until they turn against you. I have tried unmasking her on many occasions, but no one listens and…”
Marinette’s voice trailed off, before she slightly shook her head and said in a tone of faux cheerfulness, “Her lies aren’t hurting anyone, right?”
Kagami stared in shock as the designer wiped her eyes before smiling at her.
A sudden shrill screech of guitar caused the girls to turn their attention to the deck where the band had been rehearsing.
“Sorry, I kind of missed a beat,” Luka said apologetically, looking down as he frowned at his guitar.
“I guess it’s alright,” Adrien patted the tall boy before adding, “We have been practising for one hour non-stop. How about a break, guys?”
The idea was highly appreciated, for the other band members immediately left their musical instruments to relax themselves after the hard work. Rose and Juleka moved over to the railings to talk while Ivan walked to where Mylene and Lila were sitting, sitting down and looping an arm around his tiny girlfriend.
Adrien turned his attention to the girls and grinned at them, waving eagerly. Marinette smiled in acknowledgement and Kagami waved back, an adorable blush now dusting her cheeks.
He came over to them, hugging Kagami before giving her a peck on the lips.
“Hey there, Gami-chan,” he whispered, causing Kagami to giggle.
“Hello, Koibito,” she whispered, booping his nose a little.
Watching the two from a close distance, Marinette couldn’t help but smile. Contrary to the earlier times, she didn’t feel jealous of Kagami anymore. ‘Adrigami’, as she had dubbed the couple, was really very cute and sweet, and Marinette was happy to be best friends with them.
Between the responsibilities of Guardianship, school work, bakery stuff, hangouts with friends, designing commissions and babysitting, Marinette wasn’t sure if she could additionally juggle her love life. So, she opted to let it rest for a while, at least till she got the hang of her recent busy schedule.
That is what she had told herself. The reality… it was different.
Adrien had harbored a special place in her heart, and letting him go hadn’t been easy for her. But with time, Marinette came to realise that her unrequited feelings were doing her more harm than good. In times when her friends were abandoning her, Adrien and Kagami were two of the three people who had at least offered a listening ear to her distraught civilian self. And the girl could not afford losing any of her true friends for any reason.
So, she made herself happy in their happiness. When the two held hands, Marinette’s heart did a little dance of joy for her friends’ happiness. When they got lost in each others’ eyes, she stayed on the sidelines, watching them with a small smile. And when they kissed….
...It had been hard at first. No, scratch hard. For the first few times, Marinette had felt as if someone had detached her heart from her chest and stomped on it ruthlessly, right in front of her eyes. Her pillow and Tikki had been the witness of those silent tears she shed as she came face-to-face with the feelings of the first heartbreak. Many times, she just wanted to pull the two apart, to scream her feelings out to Adrien and at least let him know.
Had it not been for Tikki, she would have been nearly akumatized, too.
But her determination and will power made her witness the couple’s sweet moments, again and again. Until she didn’t feel the bitter twinge on seeing them kiss. Until she managed to remain aloof even when they gave each other the gooey eyes. Until she felt no butterflies on seeing Adrien’s radiant smile.
Until her heart finally let go of Adrien.
“Musing about something, Ma-ma-marinette?”
The designer let out a squawk as she jumped nearly a foot in the air, turning around and coming face to face with Luka Couffaine.
“Oh,” she chuckled nervously, straightening her dress, “it’s you.”
Luka laughed good-naturedly, causing Marinette to blush.
Luka Couffaine had been her third true friend, and her closest confidant ever since the Battle of the Miraculous had taken place. He had been there for her, letting her cry her heart out. He didn’t prod her about what the reason for her breakdown was, just provided her the much needed shoulder. He had shielded her from the akuma cloud, sacrificing himself to save her.
His music had helped calm her inner storm. But the most important thing? She still couldn’t forget his confession when he had been akumatized as Silencer.
You’re the most extraordinary girl, Marinette.
Clear as a musical note and as sincere as a melody.
You’re the music that’s been playing inside my head since the day we first met.
I won’t let anything happen to you.
It still shook her to the core in a very pleasant way on thinking about that confession.
Shaking herself out of her thoughts, Marinette smiled at the boy.
“So, did you make anything new this time?” he asked inquisitively.
“Oh yes! Wanna see?”
“Always eager to.”
They moved over to her designing stand where her sketchbook lay open. Thumbing through a few pages, Marinette reached her newest creation.
“So, I made this new addition to your mask! It’s just like the previous one, except the main color scheme has more of a bluish-white hue ‘cause I figured that blue’s kinda your colour. But this isn’t all! In the T-shirts, I added a calligraphed ‘Kitty Section’ design too, so as to promote the band! And maybe we can add some stitching designs here in the side for additional decor, though I haven’t given it much thought yet.” Marinette gushed, pointing out the various elements in her designs as Luka listened with rapt attention.
“I love the change in colour scheme, Marinette,” he finally said, “And the design of the shirt looks awesome too. But…”
Luka’s voice trailed off, causing the designer to look at him inquisitively.
“But what?”
He stayed silent for a moment, before asking in a low, gentle tone, “Are you alright?”
Her mouth went dry at the sudden question. Marinette had tried her best to keep her despair hidden from Kagami, when she had quoted his lines to her, but somehow, Luka still managed to know that she wasn’t alright.
And that must have been the reason for his slip-up earlier during practise, she further deduced.
“I—it’s no big deal, really!” she said, plastering a big smile on her face. “How about I tell you the colour scheme for the text on the shirt?” She said, attempting to change the subject.
The look on Luka’s face screamed that he didn’t believe her, but he smiled ruefully and gestured for her to continue.
Shooting him a grateful smile, Marinette placed the sketchbook back on the desk and picked up a coloured pencil from her assortment of paints and colours. But before she could colour the piece, a hand shot out of nowhere, knocking the red paint over her sketchbook.
Pulling her sketchbook back in reflex, Marinette jerked back and let out a moan of despair on noticing that she had been a second too late, for the red paint had managed to fall over the T-shirt design and ruin it completely.
“Oops, I am sorry! I didn’t notice the paint.” The voice did no good to Marinette, rather it turned her despair to anger.
Eyes sparking, she looked up at Lila, who had craftily masked her smug smirk under an expression that appeared apologetic. Balling her fists, she was about to lunge at the Italian lying doll before a hand on her shoulder stopped her. She looked up at Luka, who shook his head in the slightest way, assuring her with a look that he would take care of this situation.
“You should have looked where you were going, Lila. You ruined the design now,” Luka pointed out, his brows slightly furrowed.
“Oh, I am sorry again,” Lila sniffled, before adding, “But shouldn’t Marinette have closed the paint after use? I mean, after that, even though I or someone else would have knocked it over by mistake, no harm would have been done, right?”
Marinette was appalled at the disguised accusation, but didn’t say anything. She was used to Lila’s faux innocence and disguised blaming.
However, feeling Luka’s grip tighten on her shoulder, she could tell that he definitely wasn’t happy. And it made her feel glad.
“Really though Lila, that excuse is utt—”
“Leave her out of it, Luka,” Rose spoke up from behind. “She obviously wouldn’t have meant it, right Lila?”
The brunette nodded fervently. “Thank you so much for understanding me, Rose. You are the best!”
“No problem. Plus, Marinette’s so talented she can remake the design again! Right Marinette?” the blonde gushed happily.
Sighing, Marinette pulled up a weak smile as she gave Rose a thumbs-up. She didn’t speak anything, though. Words simply failed her at the moment.
Everyone went back to their chit-chat, except for Adrien and Kagami who now came up to her.
“I am sorry for what happened, Marinette,” Kagami said, her voice containing barely restrained anger as she glanced at Lila, “If only you had let me…”
“It’s o-okay as I told you, ‘Gami,” the designer waved off the topic again as she ignored the slight choke in her throat and mild sting in her eyes. She turned to look at Adrien, shooting him a rueful look, “She really didn’t harm anyone, right?”
Adrien’s breath hitched and he suddenly became a lot interested in his shoes. As for Kagami, she finally understood why Marinette had chosen to repeat her previous statement again.
“Anyways, I guess I should go back to make a new design, right? I can definitely do it!”
“But Marin—” Luka spoke up, but Marinette had turned back to her workstation, ignoring everyone.
Kagami shot Adrien a look that spelled trouble, causing the blond to gulp. She pulled him away from the scene, leaving Luka there alone.
He looked at the girl working on the design, the concern evident in his eyes. But if she didn’t want him to intervene, well, he was going to respect that.
Sighing, the musician slung his guitar over his shoulder and moved to give Marinette some space. However, he had forgotten to notice one thing.
RIIPPP!
The sound caught everyone’s attention, including Luka’s. Eyes bulging in shock, he looked down to find that his Jagged-Stone shirt had gotten stuck in some stray nail on the table and his movement had caused the fabric to tear a bit at the hem.
Before he even got the idea to unhook his now damaged shirt from the nail, Lila jumped forward, announcing with a cheery tone, “I have been Gabriel Agreste’s muse for some weeks and things like this happen in the fashion industry! Don’t worry, I got this!”
The brunette leaned down to unhook the shirt, but Luka caught the malicious glint in her eye before she applied a bit too much force, causing the tear to widen even more.
“Oh goodness!” the girl wailed out in what Luka knew was a faux apologetic tone, “The fabric’s so old that it just got ripped even more! I am sorry Luka.”
Of course she didn’t mean the apology.
Before Luka could say anything, Marinette spoke up, “A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, Lila. Maybe you should not have intervened in the first place.”
Lila turned around to glower at her, before masking the foul look with an innocent pout, “You mean to say it’s my fault?”
It was Mylene who spoke up now. “Marinette’s kind of right, Lila. Plus, she’s the most experienced with fabrics out of all of us. So, it’s better we let her deal with the situation, right?”
Lila pouted, but then nodded slightly in agreement as she got up. Luka was relieved to get distanced from the brunette. Plus, he always welcomed Marinette’s presence.
Marinette smiled at him as she walked towards him. Her smile caused a soft melody to resonate in his heart. However, the subtle notes of a cacophony attracted his attention, too.
Just in time, Luka saw Lila subtly edging her foot out. As Marinette tripped, the brunette smirked a bit before continuing down her path.
As she fell, Luka lurched forward, his arms spread out. She collided with his chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist, securing her fall. Her arms came to rest upon his shoulders for support.
“You okay?”
“Ye-yeah!” Marinette stuttered, her cheeks blooming pink. “Fine being here! I MEAN, I am fine, how are you?”
Luka chuckled, “I am fine too, thanks for asking.”
The girl blushed again, before looking down, “So.. your shirt—”
“Oh yes,” he helped her stand up straight, then proceeded to unhook the shirt from the table. Marinette bent down to inspect the tear.
“Wait,” Luka said softly, causing her to look up. “Let me remove my jacket, it would be easier.”
The designer opened her mouth to assure him that it was fine like that, but he had removed the jacket by then. As he handed the jacket over to Juleka, Marinette couldn’t help but gawk at Luka’s physique. She had known he was well built from his time as Viperion, but this lean…
Coughing from lack of air, Marinette came back to reality, blushing hard. Luka looked at her inquisitively, causing her to duck her head and inspect the tear.
Oh goodness, what a wrong choice she had made.
Looking at his physique from far was something else, but seeing the bare skin beneath the tear caused her jaw to nearly drop to the ground. Being a designer, she knew she should be used to such situations, but somehow, in this particular situation, her mind just short circuited.
Why was she looking at the shirt again? What was she supposed to do here?
“So Marinette, do you think the tear can be mended?” Luka asked, causing her to nearly fall on her butt in shock.
Oh. Mending. Right. Task at hand first, bare skin gawking later.
What the hell am I even thinking right now?
Her hands deftly lifted the fabric, as she focused her mind on the rip and not the slight tangy, citrus smell mixed with sweat. It was hard, but she finally managed to get the job done.
“It’s a manageable tear,” Marinette said as she got up and straightened her dress a little. “Not much, so a stitch in time can still save nine!”
“Awesome,” Luka said, delighted. “This is my favorite shirt, and I don’t want it to get damaged.”
The girl reached into her purse and pulled out a needle and a white thread, “Well, let’s sew it together then!”
Luka smiled in return, before noticing that everyone around them were silently giving him and Marinette the lovey-dovey eyes. That didn’t trouble him much, but the icy glare that Lila was pointing at Marinette…
“How about we go to my cabin?” Luka offered, causing Marinette to look at him in confusion. “You know, because the wind can make the shirt flutter, and then again…”
He subtly gestured at something, and out of the corner of her eye, Marinette noticed Lila glaring daggers at her. Gulping a little and then laughing nervously, she said, “Oh sure! Downstairs it is then!”
The guitarist smiled slightly, holding his hand out to her. Marinette put her hand in his and let him guide her.
All the way, she kept marvelling at how despite the difference in sizes, their hands had perfectly fit with each other.
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