FICLET: Plans (MLB, Lukanette)
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Marinette gets sick and has to miss Luka’s show.
Author’s Notes/Warnings: …I’m supposed to be in DC tonight for a concert, but covid said no, so I’m moping.
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“Plans”
Glassy blue eyes stared out at him from the blanket cocoon. Not even the distance and crappy wifi could cover that up, but he wasn’t sure if it was the illness or the tears she was barely suppressing. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
“There will be other shows, darning,” he said, brushing his thumb across the screen like it was her forehead.
“…shut up,” she mumbled.
“You know it’s for the best,” he said. Like something as silly as logic would make up for the fact that she was too sick to travel today.
“Luka,” she whined, dropping her face against the bed and pulling the blanket closer.
He settled back against the bench with a sigh, dropping his head against the cool glass window behind him as he let her cry it out. He hated it, too. He wanted to be there with her – he should be there with her. Making her crappy canned soup and holding her hair back while she threw up and clapping her back when she got too congested. You know, the sick stuff you did when your better half was too ill to be much more than a bed burrito.
…but he’d been travelling for about a month now. Working on the new album. Prepping for the next tour. Bouncing between studios to collaborate with old friends. He had a few shows lined up over the next two weeks, and then he’d be home for about a month before the summer tour started.
She’d been busy, too. With a few needy high-demand clients and a charity event that all meant she hadn’t been able to travel much with him. He was only two hours away tonight, but she had diligently been keeping that night clear on her calendar so she could meet up with him. Grab some dinner before the show. Grab some time after before the bus had to roll out the next day.
They’d both been looking forward to it. It was the only thing that had kept him sane at some points over the past month.
…but she’d been pushing herself too hard. Like she always did. And Jocelyn’s allergies had been acting up, until Jocelyn had texted her about five days back saying it wasn’t allergies. And then Marinette’s cold wasn’t just a cold, and she was fine. She honestly was. They’d been lucky.
…but it still wasn’t safe for her to travel. She didn’t want to risk getting others sick, but more than that she wasn’t strong enough yet. He wouldn’t let her. As much as he wanted to see her, he didn’t want her to stress herself making the trip just to relapse.
“I’ll see you in two weeks,” he said, rubbing the screen again. “It’ll go by in a flash. And you’ll be feeling worlds better, and I can play you whatever you want –”
“You know it’s not the concert I’m upset about,” she moaned, raising her head to glare at him. “I miss you, you idiot.”
It would have been more effective if she hadn’t started coughing in the middle of it.
“It’s a little bit the concert,” he teased, smiling softly. Hoping to make her smile. It wavered when she just glared balefully at him. “Admit it: you needed the night out.”
“What I needed was a night in,” she whined. She looked away as she started coughing again, and when she turned back the blanket was bunched up so only her weary eyes were visible. “With my husband. The past week in doesn’t count.”
“I know, darning,” he said. “I need a night in, too. But I need you to be safe more.”
“I was safe,” she grumped. “Stupid Joce and her stupid not-allergies.”
“You love her, too,” he said. She hummed, and he knew she didn’t mean it. Besides, Jocelyn was already beating herself up enough over this. “You look ready to drop, Mari. Go back to bed for me?”
“I am in bed,” she mumbled.
“Sleep,” he insisted. “I’ll check in before the show. And after. No encores tonight, I promise.”
“I love your encores,” she sighed. She giggled, and it would have made him feel better if it hadn’t turned into another coughing fit. “Remember…remember Jay’s face when you did My Marinette Is My Only Family?”
He did. His dad hadn’t been able to finish the song, he’d been laughing so hard.
Good times.
“I’ll save them for when I’m home, then,” he chuckled. He brought his phone up to his mouth and kissed the camera. “Please, darning. Take care of yourself.”
“I hate this,” she whined. He swallowed.
“Me, too,” he said. Her hand slipped, until she was barely in the screen and most of what he was seeing was their ceiling.
“Play my song for me?” she asked. He nodded, though he wasn’t sure she saw it.
“Every night,” he said, chuckling. He’d been touring long enough that she knew it was his closing number in every set. “Get some rest. I’ll be home before you know it.”
It was for the best. They both knew that.
It didn’t make it hurt any less when he took the stage that night and she wasn’t waiting for him in the wings.
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I fucking hate tumblr. I’ve tried fucking with my settings a million times now and it still keeps hiding shit and calling it “sensitive content” or whatever even when it’s a regular ass post. Whenever this comes up it blocks me from seeing the post, and it gives me the option to open my settings from there to allow me to see it. So I click on that button, it opens up tumblr on safari instead of staying in the app, so then I try fucking with my settings while in safari tumblr. But it’s to no avail because whatever I do in safari does not seem to have any affect on the app, even though tumblr literally said I needed to do this in order to see the hidden post.
Oh. And did I mention in the settings of the app itself, it’s LITERALLY ALREADY TOGGLED TO “SHOW ME SENSITIVE CONTENT” SO IDK WHY ITS EVEN DOING THIS IN THE FIRST PLACE?!
And an extra fuck you to tumblr bc the most recent post for this to happen on was one about Palestine. So so cool of you guys to have a shitty useless app that doesn’t work even after following its directions, but then to also use that post blocking “function” to limit someone talking about/learning about an ongoing genocide… particularly fucking heinous I dare say
@staff can you please not suck complete shit for once. This isn’t even the only problem I’m experiencing rn but y’all have been no help with the other stuff so I’ve resorted to straight up calling you out now
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