#Luka Couffaine is a Fucking Idiot

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots"

(MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

Sorry not sorry for the end...

Read on Ao3

Prompt 09: New Pet

“You should talk to him.”

Marinette felt her shoulders stiffen – felt her entire body tense – at the tiny voice.  Irrational as it was, because she knew no one else could hear it.  No one else was able to see or hear Tikki except for her – that’s just how kwamis worked.

…well.

Her, and her soulmate.

But she didn’t have a soulmate.  Or…she hadn’t found them.  Yet.  So it was impossible that anyone else currently aboard the Liberty would have heard Tikki’s horrible suggestion.

Talk to him.

Like she could ever do something as crazy as that.

“Shut up,” she hissed under her breath, her eyes still darting up to make sure the band – to make sure he wasn’t listening.  She hunched closer to her legs, bringing her face dangerously close to her sketchbook, and tapped her pencil against the page in irritation.  “You know I can’t.”

“But why?” the little bug asked, zipping out from behind her pigtails to stare unabashedly at the him in question.

…Luka.

Juleka’s older brother.

Lead guitar of Kitty Section.

Super cool, super nice, super hot, super out of her league…

Tikki was frowning as she looked back and forth from Luka to Marinette’s sketchbook.

“You like him, don’t you?” she asked, tilting her little head to the side.  Marinette flailed, sending her sketchbook flying, as she grabbed at the kwami.  Did she have to be so loud?!

“Tikki, shut up!” she cried, her face burning as she pulled her against her chest.  She looked up at the sudden silence on the deck, and she gave a nervous laugh as she waved off the concerned stares.  “S-sorry, guys!  You know how…annoying kwamis are!”

Tikki shouted something rude at her, she was sure, but her hand was covering the little brat’s mouth and it came out a muffled squeak.  Marinette groaned as she pulled her knees back up on the crate and pressed her forehead against them.  Tikki grew suddenly quiet, and Marinette looked up to find…oh.  Oh no.

Luka was standing right in front of her, her discarded sketchbook in hand.

“Your kwami’s a little shit, too, huh?” he chuckled, holding the book out for her.  She swallowed and glanced down at her clenched hands, but Luka wasn’t looking at Tikki.

…of course he wouldn’t be.

He couldn’t see her.

Because he wasn’t…

“More than usual lately,” she sighed, letting Tikki go as she took her book back.  She offered him a shaky smile as he took a seat on the crate beside her.  “Sorry.  She…likes to tease me.”

“Oh, mine lives for that,” he chuckled.  “I don’t think Sass considers a day complete until he’s made my life a living hell.”

She giggled as he grinned at her, and her feet slipped from the edge of the crate back to the deck as she leaned forward.  His smile softened, and that…oh, he had the best smile…

“I’m sure he’s not all that bad,” she said, reaching up to tuck some hair behind her ear.  She looked up at him with a shy smile and prayed her face wasn’t as red as it felt.  “…he’s your kwami, after all.”

“Well, by that logic…someone as sweet as you?  Tikki has to be a saint,” he said.  She wanted to roll her eyes, but Luka had just called her sweet, and she ended up mumbling out some nonsense that might have been a thank you or maybe a shut up you’re cute, but either way she ended up looking back at the deck as her face burned hotter.  After a moment, he nudged he shoulder with his own and nodded towards the sketchbook.  “Sooo…what were you working on?  It must be good – you looked pretty intense.”

Her stomach clenched, remember exactly what – or who – she had been doodling, and she prayed he hadn’t actually seen the very detailed sketch of himself when he had picked the book up.

…any of the very detailed studies she’d done of him over the last few weeks, actually.  Tikki, kill her now…

“N-no, it was…it was nothing,” she said quickly, shaking her head.  “Just…you know.  Doodles.”

“I’d love to see them sometime, if you don’t mind sharing,” he said, leaning a little closer.  “Juleka says you’re crazy talented.”

“She…she said that?” she asked, looking up in surprise.  She hugged her sketchbook to her chest, and his smile…there was something in his eyes, something she couldn’t quite place – something she maybe wasn’t quite ready to place yet – that made her stomach flip pleasantly.  That made her want to show him the sketchbook, or anything he asked for, if only he’d keep looking at her like that.  He nodded, and she looked away as she bit down on her smile.  “That…that was really sweet of her.”

“She can be, sometimes,” he said.  She glanced back up at him, and her breath caught when he winked at her.  “If you’re not related to her.”

A giggle was startled out of her, and he chuckled as he reached over to squeeze her shoulder.  He glanced at something behind her, that strange look passing over his face again, before he stood and waved.

“Th-thanks!” she called as he turned away.  He looked back, and she waved her sketchbook at him.  “For…bringing it back.  Thank you.”

“Anytime, Ma-Ma-Marinette,” he said with a wink.  She rolled her eyes at the nickname, but her face didn’t feel as hot as it had the first time he’d teased her with it.  It felt…familiar, now.  More comfortable.

A tiny giggle by her shoulder had her tensing all over again, and she looked down to find Tikki grinning at her.

“Well,” she said, her eyes sparkling, “at least you talked to him!”

. : .

Later, after the others had headed home for the night and Luka was left ‘cleaning up’ the deck (…which was more of an excuse to sit on the stage, staring up at the stars as he worked on that song that had been stuck in his head since blue, blue eyes and Ma-Ma-Marinettes), Sass decided he apparently hadn’t had enough that day.

…as if seeing that crazy drawing of him in her sketchbook hadn’t been enough.  He had almost dropped the book all over again when he’d picked it up and realized she’d been drawing him the entire time she’d been watching their rehearsal.  When he’d realized she’d been watching him maybe as much as he’d been trying not to watch her.

“You ssstill have not told her,” the little snake hissed softly, settling on the head of his guitar when his playing tapered out.  Luka’s grip tightened on the neck as his eyes narrowed at his kwami.  His long tail was dangling, swishing almost like a cat – and the smirk on his face was definitely too feline for something that was supposed to be a snake.

“Sass…” he said in warning, but Sass just flicked his tongue out at him.  He’d say he was scenting the air, but Luka knew better.  Sass lived to torment him.

“Why haven’t you told her?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.  Luka rolled his eyes and jostled his guitar, just enough to dislodge the little shit.

“You know why,” he sighed, sinking back against the speaker he was using as a backrest.  “She’s not ready yet, buddy.”

“How do you know if you don’t tell her?” Sass pressed.  “Shhhe deserves to know, Luka.  Wouldn’t you both be happier if she did?”

“…she’s not ready yet,” he insisted, shaking his head.  “Her song’s still too…I don’t think she knows what she really wants yet, Sass.  And when I tell her…I want her to want it.  I want her to want me.  Is that too much to ask?”

The kwami’s brow furrowed, as if he didn’t understand – or didn’t believe – him, and Luka sighed as he started picking the familiar notes out again.  Marinette’s song.  The one that had utterly bewitched him from the moment he had first heard it – that had only intensified when she’d waved goodbye that first night and he’d seen the large, violet eyes peeking out from behind her collar.

Sass heaved a longsuffering sigh as he settled on his human’s head.  He flicked his tail against him as he settled in, a clear sign of his annoyance.

“I ssstill sssay you shhhould tell her,” he huffed, and Luka smiled sadly.

“I know, buddy,” he said.  “I will.  Soon.”

. : .

Except it wasn’t just that the kwamis’ humans were soulmates.

The kwamis needed each other, too.

They were linked, in an ancient, mysterious way no one really understood.

They could never really exist peacefully, in harmony, until they were reunited.

…and soon just wasn’t proving to be soon enough.

After another week went by – and then another two – Sass and Tikki had had just about enough.

“She’s just so shy,” Tikki huffed from their hiding place in the basketball hoop.  “She’s so amazing, Sass, but she has no self-confidence!  She’ll never make the first move!”

“I fear Luka won’t, either, if shhhe never does,” Sass sighed.  “He feels shhhe is…not ready.”

He said it with a roll of his eyes, and Tikki pouted as she stared at the two hopeless soulmates dancing around each other below them.

“She’s more ready than he thinks,” she tutted.  “You don’t have to wake up to her kissing her stupid cat pillow and sighing his name.”

Sass snickered, and Tikki tried to pout at him, but it was too easy to return his grin when he looked at her like that.  He was more familiar with things like that than she knew, he was afraid.

“Perhapsss it’sss time we ssstopped leaving it up to them, then?” he suggested, tilting his head as he watched Luka bend to help Marinette pick something up – and then crash his head against hers when their hands brushed and she jerked back.  “Perhapsss they need a little…pushhh?”

“…what do you have in mind?” Tikki asked, turning to him.  He grinned and floated up, winking at her as he made his way below.

“I think it’sss about time I sssee thisss pillow for myssself,” he hummed.  It took barely a moment – the briefest of distractions, provided by Ivan calling for Luka to get back to the stage and neither of them watching too closely – and then Sass was phasing through Marinette’s bag, settling into a pocket he was sure would go unchecked until it was too late.

From her place on the hoop, Tikki just…stared.

She…hadn’t known they could do that?

They could do that???

She had thought they were bound to their humans, that they couldn’t travel too far from them, and yet…well.

If Luka was Marinette’s soulmate, perhaps he was a little bit Tikki’s human, too?

Tikki was still hiding up on the hoop a short while later when Marinette received a call asking her to come home, and she watched anxiously as her human waved goodbye to her friends and ran off the boat.

…as Luka watched her go, a look she would call nothing short of longing on his face.

She sank back against the board and wished for a freshly-baked cookie to chew on.  Oh, she had a bad feeling about this…

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Luka: My dad may be a horrible demon, but I still want him to love me…

Adrien: I, too, wish for the fatherly love… Will… You be my father, Luka?

Luka, perking up: Yeah! Will you be mine, Adrien?

Adrien: YES!✨

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Idk my side effects felt different. 😂 Random bouts of screaming "WHY ARE YOU SO STUPID" and "JUST KISS ALREADY". Random bouts of Dumbass in Love. Some tears & death.

I may have an allergy 😝

Man, I love writing Luka. Writing Luka helps clear your skin and regulate blood pressure. Ask your doctor today if writing Luka is right for you.

(Side effects might include: humming while you go about your day, an overwhelming love for the people around you, and a complete inability to set boundaries)

[uunromanticized]

I saw your not feeling the best hope you feel better soon!! Life really do suck sometimes (allthetime) I’ll send you two separate asks for miraculous and dl❤️

Could I please request headcannons for how Marc and Luka would act around their crush if they were convinced they didn’t feel the same way about them

(They totally do though they’re just shy!!)

i love u for requesting abt my faves ur the sweetest ever actually 😭💙

marc & luka around a crush who (they think) doesn’t like them back

𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔,

𝒊’𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈.

marc anciel

- this poor boy is just a giant ball of nerves

- he definitely tries to avoid you like the plague because he thinks that might help his feelings

- however if you’re friends he definitely isn’t the type of person who just stops being friends with someone because they don’t share his feelings

- if you’re friends though you can definitely tell that something is up because he stumbles on his sentences more than usual

- he definitely writes cute little stories with you and him starring in them me thinks

- when you try to get closer to him because you like him, he just pulls back further

- genuinely i don’t think he ever works up the nerve to tell you his feelings & instead he’s pushed to do so

- suddenly you guys are on really awkward ‘friend dates’ because your other friends ‘pulled out of going’ (they were never going to go)

- when that doesn’t work i can imagine someone like nathaniel just dropping a page of one of the stories for you to find

- when you approach him about it he feels like an absolute fucking idiot until you say you feel the same, then he’s the most starry-eyed guy on earth

luka couffaine

- luka i feel definitely has a more direct and simple approach to these things

- he’s a laid back guy, i don’t imagine him having severe anxiety about it like marc

- however, similar to marc, he also writes about you in his own field. aka: makes songs

- he’ll probably hold off on asking you out for a bit if he’s that certain you wouldn’t like him back

- kind of eases into it. asks a known couple to go somewhere with him and then asks you to go too so you’re both like the third wheel. he’s a smart guy

- gets a feel for things from there from your body language & how you react to him

- drops a few hints, and if you have a shy (keyword shy, not nervous) reaction to it he gets his go ahead

- i feel like he’d ask you out by singing you a song he wrote for you and THEN asking

- he’s definitely very laidback about it. while he’s convinced at first, he still wants to get a feel for it and go from there basically.

- afterwards he’s the best boyfriend ever.

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Chat Noir Created a Chat

Chat Noir created a chat by Elytra404

Miraculous holders Discord (1:30am)

Chaton: Did you get all the permissions ready, m'lady? Pupa: yep! its all set up! ready to send out the invites? Chaton: hell yea! Pupa: no swearing kitten! Chaton: Bugaboo, that is a stupid rule. If we have to defend Paris we should at least be able to say fuck Pupa:... Pupa: fair enough

AKA; i write a chat fic and fix my issues with miraculous, well pushing a ship im mildly hyperfixated on (teen and up for much swearing)

Words: 2110, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M, Multi

Characters: Kagami Tsurugi, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Tikki, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Plagg, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté, Lê Chiến Kim, Luka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Zoé, Alix Kubdel, and more!

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Alya Césaire/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Nino Lahiffe, Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste & Chloé Bourgeois & Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Chloé Bourgeois, Max Kanté/Lê Chiến Kim

Additional Tags: Established Relationship, endgame relationship, Trans Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Trans Female Character, Pronouns, much pronouns, Gay, Everyone Is Gay, cannon is a suggestion i left in a taco bell, Not Canon Compliant, if you are attached to cannon, un attach yourselves, Ladynoir | Adrien Agreste as Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, its cute, their cute, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, Bee Chloé Bourgeois | Queen Bee, but shes not exsactly queen bee, yk the normal chat fic thing, kagami>>>>>, D&D references, their all nerds, Idiots in Love, No Smut, this was written by an asexual, or two, Miraculous Ladybug Group Chat, Discord, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44201467

[mystic-bookshelf]

Symphony for you and me - a duet for flute and violin

Chapter 2: A meeting in B major

AO3

God fucking damnit.

The weather had been so nice just five minutes ago. Marinette had been on her way back home from the store and within a couple minutes, dark clouds had appeared and it had started to rain. Of course, she had not thought about taking an umbrella with her, leaving her completely defenseless against the weather.

Her only chance at arriving… less soaked at home was taking the bus. So she had changed her route and was currently running through the rain towards the bus station.

To Marinette's horror, the bus was already standing there, closing it's doors.

Crap. There was no way she‘d catch it.

The bus started moving and Marinette already cursed the stupid bus, the rain and herself,
 when suddenly, the bus came to an abrupt halt and opened the door again.

Marinette arrived and stopped in front of the door, blinking confused at the bus driver, who looked at her with a disgruntled expression.


„You gonna stand there forever?“, he grumbled and without further hesitation, Marinette got in and quickly purchased a ticket.


„Thank you, sir,“ she said in between her attempts to catch her breath. „Thank you so much for waiting for me!“


He handed her the ticket and shook his head.

„Don't thank me, thank this guy.“

He pointed to a seat behind him and when she turned to 'this guy', her eyes widened.

It was none other than Luka Couffaine.

The Luka Couffaine.

One of the biggest name in the world of classical music. A virtuoso. A living legend. A man Marinette has looked up to for years.

Here, on this bus, in a black coat, with his violin case lying next to him, staring at her with piercing blue eyes. Politely smiling at her.

„Uh... I've told the bus driver to wait for you when I saw you,“ his voice bringing her back to reality. It was deep, as smooth as honey and...

Why did she suddenly feel so warm?

Well, of course she'd feel warm! It wasn't everyday that you met a sort of celebrity you liked in a bus on a random friday afternoon, who apparently helped you get on said bus and talked to you afterwards and-


Marinette realized that instead of answering, thanking him, she had been just standing there, staring at him like an idiot, and started blushing. Oh god. She was probably making him super uncomfortable. Why was she like this? „I- uh... th- thank you,“ she stuttered.

Luka didn't seem to take any offense by the staring though. His smile got wider and the politeness in his eyes turned into something more warm and genuine that made Marinette's stomach flip in a pleasant way.

He lifted his violin case on his lap.

„You can sit,“ he said, „if you want, I mean.“

Her legs were tired from the running she just did, so without thinking too hard about it, she took the offer and sat down next to him, her grocery bag in her lap, before she could overthink it.

So there she was, sitting in a bus, with wet clothes, a star of classical music casually sitting next to her, tapping his fingers on his violin case and humming a melody, so soft that it was barely audible, but she still picked it up. The humming sounded beautiful. Marinette was pretty sure she knew that melody. Some classical piece. What was it again?

„Is everything okay?“

Marinette flinched a little at the question and realized she had been staring at him again, and she was worried she really did make him uncomfortable this time.

Though judging by how Luka looked at her, more curious than offended, maybe she hadn't. She hoped.

„Oh,“ she said, „n-nothing! I just... I was just wondering what you're humming. I know that medoly, I just ... I...uh...“


Luka's lips formed into a smile.

„Tschaikowsky,“ he said, „Concerto in D major. I'm surprised you know it."

Marinette nodded excited. "Right, Tschaikowsky! I love his pieces!"

Luka chuckled and Marinette got very aware of the butterflies in her stomach. "So you're into classical music then?", he asked.

"I am, classical music is highly underrated, if you ask me," she said and she felt very proud of herself when he chuckled again. "So," she continued, her hand gesturing to the violin case in his lap, "are you on your way to rehearsal?"

"I'm actually on my way back home," said Luka, "I rehearsed that piece earlier with-"

„The New Yorker Philarmonic Orchestra!,“ Marinette interrupted him, „I know who you are! You're Luka Couffaine, greatest violinist in the world!“


Luka raised his eyesbrows in surprise, then looked away, still smiling, rubbing his neck with his hand.

„Normally people don't recognize me,“ he said sheepishly. „And 'greatest violinist' might be a stretch, there are plenty of great violinists out there.“ There was something about him getting shy all of a sudden that Marinette found awfully cute.

„I mean, I think you're great,“ she said, „I- uh… I mean I've seen you play. Here in the Parisian Philarmonica a few years ago. From what I can tell, you are amazing.“

She first heard about Luka when she was maybe nine or ten years old. Back then, he was already a little superstar of Classical music. The first time Marinette had actually seen him perform live was when she was fourteen.

At that time he was sixteen years old and he had played an interpretation of various Paganini pieces. Paganini. The man who had written probably the most insane violin pieces to ever exist.

And Luka had played them with such ease as if he was playing silly little children songs. His fingers mastered the jumps effortlessly, moving fast and without making a single mistake. Nobody had been able to take their eyes off of him. His technique was one of a kind, anyone could tell.

But the way he delivered the piece… so full of emotion, Like a young, confused heart bursting, so vulnerable yet so powerful at the same time. 

Marinette had felt it in every cell of her body and somewhere deep in her soul.

„You... I don't know if you remember, among all your concerts-“

„Oh no, I do remember,“ he corrected her, "I don't forget about concerts, especially not those I've held here. Paris holds a special place in my heart.“

He smiled and placed a hand over his heart for emphasis. Marinette chuckled. "There's really no place like home. So, you enjoy playing here?"

"It's the best," he laughed and looked out of the window with a warm, amlost dreamy expression. "New York is cool and all, but it isn't Paris. The streets, the food... the people. It just... feels like home.

The nervousness she might've felt before faded as her eyes wandered from him to the passing buildings outside and back to him. The look on his face was so peaceful, so content. Marinette felt herself smiling softly. 

"By the way," he said, turning back to her, "Can I ask for your name?"

Marinette froze. Had she just been talking to him this whole time and didn't introduce herself? Like an idiot? God, that was so impolite, he must hate her for sure... wait, he wouldn't hate her over something like this... or would he?

You're overthinking again!

She opened her mouth to answer, but instead, she sneezed loudly.

„Bless you,“ he said, „Do you want my coat? God, sorry for not asking this earlier, you must be freezing. Hopefully you won't catch a cold.“
 He shifted in his seat, trying to take off his coat with the limited space he had. Luckily, Marinette had found her voice again.

„Oh, thank you, really, but that's not necessary. I wouldn't want you to be freezing,“ she tried to decline the offer, sniffing. 

„Well, I would agree if your clothes weren't wet. You can take the coat, I'll be fine,“ he replied, „You're literally shaking.“

„Really, it's fine,“ she insisted, but Luka had already found his way out of his coat and held it towards her.

„I'm not taking it back.“ He tilted his head, smiling at her. She didn't have it in her to say no to him, so she took the coat and put it over her shoulders, even though his kindness had already made her feel pretty warm.

„Thank you... I'll give it back when one of us gets off the bus,“ she noted, „so... which stop do you have to get off? If it's okay to ask?“

Luka looked at the plan.

„I still have three stops to go. And you?“

„Two,“ she said. „Uhm... and also... my name is... Ma- Ma- Marinette. My name is Marinette.“

Luka's face turned soft.

„Marinette,“ he repeated her name, and the way it rolled off his tongue made her want to hear it again and again and again. „What a beautiful name, Ma-Ma-Marinette.“

He grinned at her and it looked so adorable that she wasn't even offended by the joke and instead held a hand over her mouth to keep herself from laughing and to hide her obvious blush. Their friendly chat continued for the next couple minutes, until the bus arrived at her station and Marinette got up, taking off the coat.


„Thank you,“ she said and handed it back to him, „it's not far from here to my house, so I should be fine without the coat.“

„Well, if I can't give you my coat,“ he said, one hand disappearing in his bag and pulling out an umbrella, „at least have this.“

Marinette smiled. He really wouldn't give up, would he?

„Please, you'll need it yourself. It's still raining. Besides, I'm already wet, it won't make any difference.“

„I have my coat to keep me dry, unlike you,“ he replied, smiling. „Please take it. At least that way I won't have to worry about you getting through the rain safely.“

„But I-“

„No buts, take it,“ he said with a firm but gentle voice and Marinette gave in, taking the umbrella.

„Fine, if it sets your mind at ease.“

He smiled at her softly and Marinette wished she could savor this moment just a little longer.

„Will you people stop flirting and get off already?“

Marinette flinched at the bus driver's irritated tone, blushing, mumbled an apology and quickly got off. The rain was still pouring like crazy and Marinette suddenly was thankful she had accepted the umbrella. She looked back one more time to see Luka through the window wave at her. She waved back until the bus disappeared behind the next corner.

Shortly after, she arrived home.

„Marinette! You're soaking wet,“ her dad opened the door for her. „We were so worried for you.“

„Sorry, the rain surprised me and I took the bus. And then I got this umbrella.“

Her dad raised an eye brow.

„Did you buy one at the store?“

Marinette failed to hold back a wide grin.

„Luka Couffaine gave it to me.“

~~~

As Luka hurried through the rain, the encounter he just had kept replaying in his mind.

Marinette.

A pretty name for a pretty woman. Like really pretty. Beautiful. Cute. And all sorts of similar adjectives he could think of right now. And that blush... oh, that cute blush she had tried to hide so hard, hoping he wouldn't notice. 

He felt a tingling in his fingers again. Paris really brought him inspiration everytime he was here.

He needed to get home, get the music out. Also to escape the rain, but mainly for the music.

Her music.

Luka heard music all the time. Everyone had some in their heart. Sometimes loud, sometimes quiet. Sometimes a little shaky, sometimes very confident. Everyone had their own personal song. And it stayed the same, changes never resulting in an entirely different song, but a variation of what had been there before. He didn't know where this ability came from, if this was just how his brain experienced other people's emotions or if everybody actually had a melody living in their hearts. Some songs were memorable to him, oftentimes people he had a close relationship with, like his family, or spend a lot of time with, like the Orchestra people. Stranger's songs normally didn't stay in his memory for a long time. He really didn't want to forget hers. 

Her song was unlike anything he had heard thus far and it fascinated him unlike any other.

Beauiful. Mesmerizing. A tune so powerful that had drowned out everything else the second she had entered the bus. So wonderful that he had failed to take his eyes off of her. 

Such a beautiful tune for such a beautiful woman.

Oh god.

He had to play her music.

He reached his house boat and hurried into the living room, hanging his coat up.

„I'm back, ma,“ he announced.

Anarka, who was busy stirring something that smelled like a stew, looked up and abandoned her current task to pull her son into a hug. She always did when he was home, and Luka never objected. Even if he did a pretty good job at staying in touch, video calls just didn't measure up to her strong embraces.

„Good to see ya, boy. But where 'd ya leave your sister?“

Luka smiled. „She accompanied Rose through the rain, so she‘ll come home a bit later. “

„How romantic,“ she laughed. „How was practice?“

„As great as ever,“ he replied. „I think the concert's going to be amazing. Oh, by the way, Mr. Boulet says hi.“

Anarka pulled away, her hands still resting on his shoulders.

„Ah, that ol' man. Haven't heard anything from him in ages,“ she shook his head, „I borrowed my only son to him and he can't even be a decent friend and make time to come around personally. Tell him he needs to stop letting me down like that.“

Luka laughed.

„I'll tell him. He's gonna retire soon, anyway, so I guess he'll actually have time to pay you a visit.“

„As he should,“ she exclaimed, the quickly added, “I mean the visiting, not the other thing.“

„Yeah, I got that,“ Luka's smile turned a little sad. „I'll be in my room.“

„Dinner's ready in about fourty minutes,“ his mom said and went back to the stew.

After Luka had left for New york, his sister had taken up the entire room, decorating it with all sorts of goth stuff. The only thing that had survived the take over had been his bed. With it‘s white sheets, it stood out in between the dark colors.

He packed out his violin and placed it under his jaw and the room filled with a gentle tune and as he closed his eyes, she appeared before him, the vision as clear as her blue, blue eyes. As beautiful as her song. A song he had kept in his head since she entered the bus and wouldn’t object to keeping it there forever.

Marinette.

His fingers decorated the tune with arppeggios, octaves, stacatto, legato and everything in between and he felt it, deep in his heart, resonating with him in a way he had never experienced before.

It had happened before, that he wanted to play people's hearts when he found them interesting. That way, he could pick it apart, really analyze it, learn more about them in a way that doesn't involve talking. Talking was difficult in most cases, especially when it comes to people he just met. So he would try to learn about them through their song.

He had never felt such a desire to play out someone's heart tune, to really get to know them, like he felt with Marinette. He wanted to know more about. Talk to her more. Seeing her...

Gosh, he sounded like he was a school kid experiencing a crush for a first time.

... Was he crushing? He had quite literally just met this woman and he wasn't normally a believer of love at first sight. Then again...

„You ever stop practicing?“

Luka flinched so hard he almost dropped his bow and stared at his sister, who had just entered the room.

He had completely lost track of everything around hin and hadn't noticed her coming back.

„Fucking hell, Juleka. Ever heard of knocking?“

„This is still 90% my room, I don't have to knock, dumbass,“ she replied and walked over to her desk. Luka rolled his eyes.

„For the time being, this is half my room. Litte sisters these days have no manners,“ he said and dodged a pencil she threw at him. „Anyway, how was your date?“

„It wasn't a date,“ Juleka said annoyed, but Luka caught the blush on her face.

„Okay, how was your not-a-date?“

The pencil was followed by an eraser.

„I just did something nice for a friend who had forgotten her umbrella,“ she insisted, „That's just what friends do.“

Luka grinned. „Sure, walking through the rain, sharing an umbrella while she held your hand is peak friendship goals.“

Lucky for him that she decided her other things scattered on the desk weren‘t worth throwing at him. Not worth wasting perfectly fine nail polish on that idiot.

„You're so stupid.“

„Maybe, but I'm not blind,“ Luka kept grinning.

Juleka rolled her eyes. „Whatever, it's none of your business. Anyway, what did you play just now? I didn't recognize the piece?“, she asked, looking at him curiously.

Luka's grin disappeared.

He couldn‘t possibly confess to playing the heart song of a woman he had just met and couldn't stop singing in his head to his sister. 

„Uh… oh, that? Uhm…“

Juleka tilted her head. „Okay, Beethoven, who's heart song was that?“

He suddenly regretted ever explaining the concepts of heart songs to her.

Luka bit his lips. „Nobody's?“

„Liar.“

He let out a sigh. Just like he could see right through her, she could see right through him as well. Must be a sibling thing. A very annoying sibling thing.

„Are you seeing someone?“, she asked, „and if yes, screw you for not telling me.“

She sat down on her chair and looked at her brother as if interrogating him. She wasn't gonna back off.

„No I didn't, it was... okay, fine, I did meet someone, earlier“ he confessed, „I mean not in a date way, there was a woman who got on the bus at my station and we chattet a little and... uhm.... “

Juleka's lips slowly turned into a mischievous smile. "So a woman, huh? What was she like?"

Luka leaned back against the wall.

„She... uh... she actually knew who I was.“

Juleka lifted an eye brow. „Oh, a fan.“

Luka smiled. „Guess you could say that. She told me she was at my Paganini concert years ago.“

Juleka chuckled. „Credits where credits due, that was a dope concert. I can see why she'd be a fan,“ she said and Luka smiled at the compliment and continued telling her about his encounter.

„… and I gave her my umbrella so she wouldn't get come completely soaked.“

„How adorable,“ Juleka grinned.

Luka grinned back. „I was just doing something nice for a woman who had forgotten her umbrella. You know, like someone.“

Juleka just rolled her eyes.

„Don’t change the subject. Was she cute?“

„Very cute.“ He could feel himself blush.

„Does she have a name?“

Luka's smile got wider. „Marinette,“ he said, and it rolled of his tongue in a way that made him want to keep saying her name over and over again.

Juleka's eyes suddenly got wide. „Marinette?“

„Yeah, Marinette,“ he repeated, „she was really pretty. Maybe a head shorter than me, beautiful black hair-„

„and blue eyes?“

Luka looked at his sister confused. „Uh... wait, do you know her?“

Juleka nodded.

„I think so. A girl like that went to school with me.“

„… Wait, really?“

„Yeah,“ said Juleka, „I mean, we didn't talk much, but I knew about her. She played the flute and… she was good. And I mean, really good. Graduated top of her class and at least top ten from the whole year.“

„She graduated top ten?,“ Luka leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, staring at Juleka dumbfounded. „That‘s… that‘s impressive. I… uh… but I‘ve never heard of her? I mean, someone like that would for sure play in a professional Orchestra, most likely even as a soloist.“

His sister shrugged. „She even got a letter of recommendation. I think she planned to audition for the Parisian orchestra, but I haven‘t heard anything about her since then.“

Luka frowned. That was odd. If she really was good enough to even get a letter of recommendation from the school… Why has he never heard of her? Someone like that for sure would play in an orchestra, right? She had no reason not to…

Or maybe she had?

Luka took a step back. He had met this woman just now, he didn't really know anything about her, so who was he to make any assumptions about her career choices? It really wasn‘t his business.

He was about to say something when suddenly the door swung open, causing both him and Juleka to flinch. Anarka stood in the door.

„Dinner‘s ready, sailors,“ she announced, „Stew turned out delicious! Come on, ya two, ya must be starvin'.“

„Mom,“ Juleka exclaimed, „ever heard of knocking?“

„Oh, so now you suddenly care about knocking?“, Luka said, raising an eye brow at his sister.

„Shut up, idiot.“

He didn‘t react quick enough to dodge the pillow hitting his face.

[verfound]

Ok this is gonna bug me because I know that tag is used almost as much as #Luka Couffaine Is A Fucking Idiot (usually simultaneously) and where did my tag go, Tumblr?

Most of these "Married" is either literally married or Luka proposing his ass off bc yes please let's do this. (Let's be real: once they stop being stupid, there is Zero Chill with these two. Figuring out how to slow burn them for ATS has been so damn hard.)

Anyway, because I'm trash for this trope, these also may fall under that category 😘

I Guess I Live Here Now

Booty Call (Lemony Fresh)

Dear Uncle Luka Clause (Definitely in the end notes that might be an unplanned Pt2 come Christmas)

More than a Checkbox on a Stupid List (Lemony Fresh; an entire relationship speedrun)

I Need You To...

The Condumb Guy (Tom is technically the one rushing them to the altar here, but I don't think Luka's fighting it.)

...does Winters count? I feel like Winters counts 😂 (If a monsterfucking fantasy AU is your speed 😂)

Hi! I was wondering if you have any Lukanette 0 to married fics to rec. I'm finding I really like that trope, but I haven't found too many

I do, for varying values of 0 😂

There's so many love at first sight/immediately smitten fics that I wanted to include here and then pulled back on because I was like no, no, that isn't really 0 to married, and if I list all these I will be here all night. 🤣 I did include a few that I felt had the 0 to married energy even if it didn't quite make it to the marriage part before the story ended.

Even so, I always forget things when I answer a question like this so all my lukanette peeps feel free to reblog with additional recs!

0 to Married where 0 equals first meeting (and married occasionally means "kidnapped" by fae)

@verfound: (to be fair this is a bit more 0 to makeout but it's not hard to imagine marriage is next) Mlle. Peppi Roni

@mintaka14: Locked Out (series)

@mintaka14: Don't Go Down By Carter Hall

@mintaka14: Get In and Drive

@rierse: Heart and Soul

@writer-rider-flirty-thirties: Our Time Together (series, NSFW) (I don't remember if I actually remembered to put this in the authors notes at the time, although I definitely meant to, but how much I enjoyed this story was part what sparked the idea for This is Crazy)

0 to Married where 0 equals years of mutual pining that finally explodes

@verfound We Should Honeymoon in Paris

@verfound, @mintaka, @abyssal-ali Hard Right to Greece

@verfound On Amicable Breakups

@verfound I Wasn't Gonna Call (But Maybe I Should)

@livrever Drunken Plans (NSFW)

@livrever Guilty Pleasures (NSFW)

@nerdypanda3126: We're a Kiss at 2 am (NSFW)

0 to Married where 0 equals "haven't seen each other in years and suddenly reunited"

From me, Haste to the Wedding and Kismet (Kiss Me)

@nerdypanda3126: You Look Good in My Shirt

[starlourd]

I hope Luka finds out Marinette is Ladybug and he's like yeah that tracks

Luka upon finding out Marinette is Ladybug

[kyumi234]

Reflection on mlb S4 finale

I think the saddest thing in the final part of Strike Back was that it wasn’t even Marinette’s fault that hawkmoth got the rest of the miraculouses. Sometimes things will just get in the way of life and Felix pretending to be Adrien was just one of them. An unexpected setback. I do admit that although she trusts Adrien, she shouldn’t have revealed vital information that her yo-yo contained all the other miraculouses since it would be dangerous for people to know where it is, no matter how trustworthy they are. But even so, this isn’t something she should blame herself for. How was she supposed to know that Felix was Adrien? The only way she knew last time in Season 3 was when Felix tried to force a kiss on her cause that was NOT how Adrien would act. But since he put on the best Adrien like facade this time, of course she wouldn’t notice this time due to how hectic the situation was. 

  Also, hawkmoth showing off the fact that he has all of the other miraculouses is like a kid bragging about their A+ on a test that they cheated on by peeking at the smart kid’s paper. Pretty pathetic, considering how hawkmoth had originally lost. If it wasn’t for Felix, he never would’ve gotten the chance to get them anyway. I genuinely hope the kwamis give him a hard time. And when I say hard time, I mean Plagg from Gabriel’s Lament fic hard time. 

(kinda hoping they’ll include a scene of the kwamis pestering hawkmoth for food all the time in S5. It would be hilarious. 

He would be like, “And once I do this and that, I will finally capture Ladybug and Chat Noir’s-!” 

“WHERE’S MY CHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSSSSSSS”

“YOU SAID THERE WOULD BE GRAPES IN THE FRIDGE! WHERE TF ARE THE GRAPES HAWKBUTT!!!”

*groans* “The things I do for power…”

Though, it obviously will be very dangerous now that he has them and since he seems to be more….erratic. Honestly, as soon as the finale ended, I instantly got this vision that the 1st episode of Season 5 will start off with Marinette going to school like any other normal day and getting this strange feeling like something is off from time to time. Then we would find out that hawkmoth turned back time in order to bring back his wife and keep Adrien home, and that created very different circumstances for Marinette and Adrien’s life. Or maybe Marinette and Adrien got their miraculouses taken away from Suhan and tried to make her renounce the guardianship. Or maybe the writers will get their shit together and take this chance to introduce new heroes that will help Paris or idk maybe all the old guardians from the temple would gather together and use their powers to defeat hawkmoth. This whole situation kinda reminds me of quicksilversquared’s ao3 fic, Luka & the Jewelry Heist, cause hawkmoth also has all the other miraculouses in that fic too. I might read it later just to get some relief from that finale. 

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Lost Luggage, Shirts, and Other Things" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

(This one is also kinda @rierse's fault, based on a prompt she dropped in the disco about someone wearing their own merch. 😂)

Read on Ao3

Prompt 69: Airport

Luka stared at the woman behind the desk with…honestly, he wasn’t sure what expression was on his face.  He was going for disbelief, but with how exhausted he was – and how long the last few days had been – it was probably something more akin to disdain.

He was, admittedly, probably doing a fairly decent impression of the Captain’s scowl.

It wasn’t her fault, he reminded himself.  She was just the messenger.  You don’t shoot the messenger.

…he was in desperate need of a coffee.  And a shower.  And some clean fucking clothes.

(And a T-S specialty, because the airport Cinnabon Crusher had bought him as an apology was still sitting too heavy and too much on his stomach, even nine hours later.)

“What…do you mean…” he started, slowly, closing his eyes and forcing himself to take a deep, calming breath, “…you lost…my luggage?”

“I am so sorry, M. Stone,” the poor girl said.  She looked like she was about to piss herself – which was probably fair.  He was still new enough that she probably hadn’t heard of Luke Stone yet.  Most likely, the poor girl just saw ‘Stone’, saw the VIP party his ticket had been attached to, and remembered the horror stories he was sure she had heard about Jay over the years.  She was probably expecting a wild crocodile to come barreling out of boarding, ready to chomp her head off for daring to lose a Stone’s luggage.  “It…it appears it’s not here.  It…looks like it might be in Barcelona?”

…they hadn’t been in Barcelona since the beginning of the summer tour.  How the shit had his suitcase traveled to Barcelona from New York, when the rest of them had made it to Paris just fine?

“We can have it back to you in a few days,” she said.  “I am so sorry, M. Stone, but –”

“It’s fine,” he said, his jaw clenching uncomfortably as he held up a hand.  God, he just needed to sleep.  And a shower.  And a clean fucking shirt – he’d smelled like bad Indian takeaway since New York, thanks to Crusher.  “Just…call me when you have it.”

He slumped away from the counter, rubbing his hands over his face.  A throat cleared nearby, and he looked up to find Penny holding a shirt up for him.

“It’s not ideal, but at least it’s clean,” she said.  “Until you get home.”

“They lost my bag,” he said.  There was a niggling in his stomach, an unpleasant reminder of…his eyes widened as he stared at Penny.  “…Penny.  They lost my bag.”

“I know,” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and squeezing.  “Breathe, Luka.  It’s all right.  We’ll get it sorted.  Luggage gets lost all the time – it’s not the end of the world.”

…it felt like it.  Penny knew just as well as he did what was actually in that bag and how very important it was that it was not lost.

“Penny –” he started, but she shook her head and pushed the shirt into his hands.

“Go change,” she said.  “Go home.  Get some sleep.  I’ll track down the bag, and it’ll be back in no time.  Everything will be fine.”

“It’s a sign,” he groaned, dropping his head back into his hands.  “Penny, Gina flew out specifically to give me that…oh my God.  Oh my God.  Gina’s gonna kill me.  Tom’s gonna kill me.  It’s –”

“Stop that,” Penny said, swatting his arm.  “Go home.  Sleep.  Catch up with your…Marinette.”

…he almost smiled at that.  Almost, because as much as he loved the sound of ‘his Marinette’ she was only going to be his Marinette if that damn bag wasn’t lost, which it currently was.  God, this day couldn’t get any worse…Penny rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the exit.

“Change.  Sleep.  Stop freaking out – this means nothing, Luka!” she called as he wandered off.  “It’s going to be fine!”

…he wished he could believe her.  Usually, he would.  But he had too much riding on that damn bag – like the rest of his whole damn life – and he couldn’t help but wonder if losing the bag meant everything really was about to fall apart.

. : .

It didn’t take him long to change his shirt.  The other one – the one Crusher had spilled his curry on before the plane took off – went straight into the bin.  It was probably stained beyond saving, anyway, and it was just an old white shirt.  He could easily replace it.

But when he tugged the new shirt over his head and stared back at his reflection in the mirror of the airport restroom, he couldn’t help but think maybe the curry-stained shirt was preferable.

There was no way Penny could convince him that the only clean shirt in his size they had extras of was the summer tour shirt.  He looked like such a tool, walking around with his own face slapped on his chest.

He was not awake enough for this, he thought as he scrubbed his hands over his face.  Coffee.  He needed coffee.  If he was going to make it home, he needed coffee.

Airport coffee wasn’t always the best, but it was still better than nothing, so he found himself shambling towards the food court before making his way into the city.  It was probably for the best, anyway – he’d have a time finding a cab now, and the others were probably already on their way to their respective homes.

…like he would be.  If the stupid airport hadn’t lost his stupid luggage with the stupid…

He was going to be sick.

Maybe coffee wasn’t the best idea after all…

“Oh my God,” a voice gasped in front of him.  His brow furrowed, his expression scrunching.  That voice…there was something familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite place what…  “I love that artist!”

…fuck.

He did not have the mental fortitude to deal with fans at the moment.

“Oh my God,” he said, his voice maybe a tinge more sarcastic than he had intended, “yeah!  Me, too!”

There was a beat – a longer-than-necessary pause – where the person had grown uncomfortably silent, and he sighed as he shook his head.

“…sorry,” he said, rubbing his eyes.  “Long flight.  Yeah, um…he’s ok.”

He finally looked up at the fan, and his brow furrowed as he stared at her.  Large, dark sunglasses covered her face, and her short hair was tucked into a bright pink scarf.  She was dressed simply enough, in short pink overalls with a white shirt underneath – but there was something…familiar about that shirt.  Something that was trying to click in his jetlagged brain but just wouldn’t.

Something he felt he should recognize about the bits of green – leaves? – peeking out over the top of the overalls.

“More than ‘ok’, I’d say,” she sniffed, her lips turning in a frown.  “Though he’s kind of being a butt right now.  Might make me reconsider how cool I usually find him.”

“…that’s…fair,” he said, nodding.  “Again.  Sorry.  Long flight.”

“It’s a shame,” she said, sighing as she turned away.  There was a bag at her hip, and he would swear he watched it snap shut without her even touching it.  What the hell…?  “Usually, I’m a pretty big fan.  I’d even venture to say his biggest, though I know some people who would fight me for that title.”

She looked over her shoulder, and her cheek moved in a way that made him think she had just winked at him.  He blinked, his brow furrowing again as he tried to focus on her.  It was…kind of hard, when she was kinda blurry and there seemed to be two of her.

“Anyway,” she said, stepping forward as the line moved ahead of her.  “I’d heard his flight was coming in today.  I was hoping to surprise him, big fan that I am.  But traffic was terrible, and I heard I just missed him…and how bad that flight actually was.”

She heaved a longsuffering sigh, and he shook his head as he scrubbed at his eyes again.  That voice…

“So I thought I’d get him some coffee, but you see how long this line is,” she said, turning back towards him.  “I’ll be lucky if I catch him at all at this rate.  Don’t you – mmf!”

The pieces finally clicked into place, and he grabbed at Marinette’s wrist to tug her against him.  He bent her back, slipping her shades onto her head as he kissed her stupid.  Her hands gripped at his shoulders, and he would swear her foot even popped behind her.

“…about time,” she giggled at him.  He chuckled and shook his head before stealing another kiss.

“Asshole,” he huffed, rubbing their noses together.  “You were enjoying that entirely too much.”

“You’re adorable when you’re jetlagged,” she teased, her hand coming up to caress his jaw.  She frowned at the touch before tapping a finger against his skin.  “You need a shave.”

“Flight from hell,” he sighed, sagging against her.  “…forty-eight hours from hell.”

“Penny said they lost your luggage,” she said.  A throat cleared behind them, and she rolled her eyes before pulling him out of line with her.  He whined as they lost their place, but she leaned up to kiss his jaw.  “You know their coffee will taste like feet, anyway.  Let me get you home.  We can stop at my parents’ and get you some proper food.”

The mention of her parents had his stomach seizing all over again.

“…your dad’s gonna kill me,” he groaned, dropping his forehead on her shoulder.  “The suitcase, Marinette.  They lost my suitcase.”

“It’s ok,” she said, laughing as she patted his back.  “Penny said it’s in Barcelona – it’ll be here by tomorrow.  Day after at the latest.”

“No, but I can’t see your parents until I have the suitcase,” he said, shaking his head.  “Tom already knows – he’s expecting…I can’t…”

“Luka, Luka, hold on,” she said, placing her hands on his face to try and steady him.  She smiled as her thumb brushed beneath his eye, and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.  “What’s going on?  It’s just a suitcase.  You have clean clothes at home – ones that don’t scream I’m an Egocentric Rock Star.”

She was teasing, he knew, but it still made him frown as she poked the face on his chest.  His face still scrunched as he caught her fingers.

“Hey,” he said, “I happen to love the person who designed this shirt.  Lay off.”

Her smile warmed, and she pulled his face back to hers for another kiss.

“She loves you, too,” she whispered against his lips.  “But it’s still a little tacky wearing your own merch, don’t you think?”

“If it was one of the other shirts – with the album logo or lyrics or something – it wouldn’t be as bad,” he sighed.  “It’s just because it’s the stupid tour shirt, with my stupid face on it, that makes me look like a stupid idiot.”

“Hey,” she laughed, hugging him tight, “you’re anything but.  Stop being so hard on yourself.”

“I lost my luggage, Marinette,” he groaned, pulling her close.  “I lost the ring.  How could I lose the ring?  I was supposed to hold onto it until it was safely on your finger, where it belongs, but now it’s lost in stupid Barcelona and you’re gonna say no and –”

“…Luka,” she said, her voice suddenly too-quiet with an odd edge to it.  He hummed, and her hands fisted in his shirt and tugged.  “Luka.”

She pulled back, staring up at him with wide eyes that had no right to look as beautiful as they did, not in the shitty airport lighting.  She tugged on his shirt again, and he frowned as she swallowed.

“What?” he asked, shaking his head to try and clear it.  She swallowed again, and he was distracted by thoughts of wanting to bite her neck.

“What ring?” she asked, and his eyes widened as his brain finally started to catch up to him.

…shit.

[verfound]

....I mean the answer is totally "Cartoon Logic" but let's go back to "Luka makes Guitar Noises with his mouth" please. 😂

my biggest problem with luka is that every time he plays his electric guitar, there is no amp in sight. it’s not plugged into anything and it still makes noise. 

i cannot stress enough how much electric guitars do not make an electric guitar sound when they’re not plugged in. this implies that either:

1. luka just makes guitar noises with his mouth when he strums and everyone is too polite to say anything, or

2. luka’s guitar is actually battery-powered and this whole time he’s been rocking one of these bad boys

[thegoodshit-ficrecs]

Putty in Your Hand

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26707336#main

Title: Putty in Your Hand Author: verfound  @verfound Rating: Explicit Fandom:  Miracuous Ladybug

Completed- 1 Chapter Published- September 29, 2020

Additional Tags:                                             

Soulmate AU

angry makeup sex

Makeup Sex

sorta - Freeform

it's complicated - Freeform

Wall Sex

Floor Sex

They do eventually make it to a bed

Luka Couffaine is a Fucking Idiot

Endgame Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug          

Summary:            

Luka hadn’t meant to move quite as fast as they’d been, but when you’d been pining after someone for five years and in love with them your entire life…well, it didn’t really feel all that fast, in the end.  It felt like coming home.

[nobodyfamousposts]

Blue Memories (lbscexchange2021)

Yay! It’s Valentine’s Day! 

Soooo....who wants a sad?

He opened the door for Marinette and gently escorted her inside.

She looked around, surveying every detail. The baby blue of the accent wall. The furniture in all of its strange varieties of makes that still somehow fit together. The assortment of decorations from the little black cat figurine that had been a joke housewarming gift from friends to her potted plants lined up at the wide windows—still tenderly cared for, even in her absence. All things that were part of the home. All things that made the home their own.

And yet, not a single hint of warmth came to her eyes.

“This is…my house?”

Ours, he didn’t say.

After all the things they had experienced throughout the years—the monsters they’d fought, the battles they’d won, the people they’d saved…

It seemed so surreal that it was something as simple as a car accident that would take her down.

She stepped through the entryway into the main room—tentative. Unsure. Like she didn’t think she belonged. Her grip on her cane tightened, belying her anxiety.

He rested a hand on her shoulder in reassurance. Allowing her to use him as her other support as she was forced to confront a home she didn’t know and memories she couldn’t recall.

“Just…take a bit of time to familiarize.” He whispered.

I will be with you every step of the way.

She took a breath but nodded before moving forward, and for a second—

Standing tall, wearing her suit like armor, her shoulders broad and head high in steely determination even in the face of overwhelming odds—

Luka could see the courageous young woman he loved in this stranger’s frame.

For her part, Marinette was…handling the circumstances if nothing else.

She stepped away from him, standing with only her cane and her one good leg for support. Rather than immediately head for the couch or any place to rest, she wandered the room, taken in by the all of the remnants of a person she used to be.

There was an array of frames along the wall as she passed, each containing memorabilia from newspaper clippings to artwork to awards. She gave them a cursory glance, none of them really standing out. At most, she barely touched one that contained a pink ribbon—

“Isn’t this a bit much? And a bit silly?”

Alya had gasped in mock outrage. “Girl, this is your own design house! We have to have a ribbon cutting ceremony to make it official! Otherwise, what have our years of labor been for?”

Marinette giggled. “You mean my labor?”

“Hey, don’t forget who did the interviews.” The other woman said with a wink.

More giggling.

“Of course, of course! I never would have gotten this far without you. Any of you.”

“And don’t forget it!” More giggling. “And besides, a happy opening is a sign of a happy beginning. This is your dream, girl! Go all out and enjoy it becoming real!”

“Okay, okay! So how will we do this?”

Luka smiled as he brought over the fancy scissors.

—pink ribbon, a couple inches thick, contained in a frame along with a picture of a group of strangers standing outside a building.

He carefully took their bags back to their his room, allowing her a moment to reflect and himself time to gain some composure.

To think it would be a car accident that did this. Not some epic villain battle, no. A stupid car accident because of her insistence on meeting him at the airport and some idiot who decided to run a red light. He'd consider laughing if he wasn't on the verge of breaking down…

But…she needed him. More than ever now.

When he returned, she was standing at the wall aligning with the window, lightly touching the dollhouse that was stationed there.

“Do we…did we have kids?”

“No.” Not yet.

It was grand—a four storied house with five rooms on each floor, each fully furnished in different ways. Its outside had the design of a cozy cottage, with walls were painted with a soft pink as well as white doors and window shutters. All of which were moveable, to her amazement.

“Where did we even get something like this?”

It had been a labor of love.

She hadn’t wanted to leave the kwamis stuck in the Miracle Box with no idea of the happenings in the world. And as they had begun spending more time outside, Marinette had been insistent that the kwamis deserved their own space outside of the Box. It had taken her weeks to make it—and multiple failed attempts.

She gave them their own home within hers. She’d wanted them to feel welcome.

It may very well have been the first time the little gods had cried.

“It was…a project.”

She frowned, but didn’t speak further. Her gaze turned to the nearby shelf on the adjoining wall. Holding a number of books. A single bin full of yarn for knitting. Two guitars rested along the side.

“Luka, it’s beautiful, but…why?”

“Why not?” He smiled.

“But…I’m not much of a guitar player. You know that. I’m not like you, Mr. Top 20 three-weeks-in-a-row. I still don’t know how to play the guitar.”

She moved to put it back in its case, but he pulled her back and into his lap along with the guitar. Her squawk of surprise only made him grin, and he placed a kiss to her head.

“That just means you’ll have more opportunity to learn.”

She rolled her eyes, but she was smiling.

“Do you play?” She had asked, curious as she looked over the two guitars.

He smiled bitterly.

“Wow,” Dingo whistled as he peeked through the curtains. “Quite a crowd out there.”

“I’m not sure I can do this.” Luka muttered.

It had been one thing when he had been playing with Kitty Section. But the band had gone their separate ways and now he was playing center stage.

“No worries. It’s only your first show. If you choke, who will even remember?”

He sighed. “Yeah, see, that? That’s not helping.”

“I’ll tell you something that will, though…” Dingo trailed off with a smirk. Before Luka could react, the other wrapped an arm around his neck and dragged him to view the opening in the curtain.

“Dingo!”

“Take a look!”

Luka glared at his friend—or tried, but Dingo’s grip around his neck really kept him from turning in any direction besides the one the other wanted.

Dingo, for his part, didn’t even have the grace to look back, instead grinning at something through the curtain.

“A certain little lady in the center seat of the middle row.”

Luka froze. And immediately, his eyes glanced over the crowd, searching for…

Dark hair.

Blue eyes.

A bright neon pink sign with his name.

Her smile.

He breathed.

“Mari…”

Dingo clapped him on the back and released him.

“If you can’t play for your fans, play for her. You know she’ll always listen…”

“Yeah.” He answered.

What else could he say?

He’d built up his music career over years. For all that she had been busy with her own design house, she had still be there for him every step of the way. Supporting him. Inspiring him.

And now only one of them still knew that.

“Congratulations on the release of your new single!”

Ah.

He winced as the flashing lights hit him.

For all the time he spent on tour, he would never get used to this.

“Thank you.”

He knew better than to respond. It wouldn’t be enough. It was like an avalanche of questions and microphones barreling down on him.

“Mr. Couffaine! How do you feel about your ranking on the Music’s Top Ten?”

“Is there any truth to the rumors that you are doing a collaboration piece with Jagged Stone?”

“Are you really having an illicit affair with XY?”

“Luka Couffaine, you just completed the last stop of your world tour! What are you going to do now?”

Finally, the one question he wanted to answer.

“I have someone to see.”

It had been both a dismissal and an explanation as he took his leave to wait for his ride.

Tomorrow was their anniversary, after all. He’d managed to schedule the end of his tour to give him just enough space to make it back in time to spend it with her.

Marinette was probably already waiting at the airport at this moment.

Or at least…she should have been?

He checked his watch. Was he early? A bit, but not by much…it had been a little last minute for her, though. Maybe she was caught in traffic?

His phone rang. Was that her?

“Hello?”

“…”

“…”

“…what?”

He winced and turned away, trying to fight back the burning in his eyes.

Maybe she saw his reaction because she went silent as well. The tension of the room heightened, near to the point of stifling. For all that he wanted to reach out to her, there was a distance between them that felt…impassible.

He heard her move further into the room. Closer to the kitchen, it sounded like. He listened as something seemed to slide briefly across the countertop, as if she had picked up something for a closer look. Despite his better judgement, his curiosity got the better of him and he turned to see—

It had been hell. The date. The entire day. Hell. To the point he was convinced that some higher powers were giving a sign that this relationship wasn’t meant to be.

Except it wasn’t a sign, it was a fucking billboard.

He’d had it all planned out. Picking her up in his new car. They would have dinner together, followed by a movie, coffee and dessert at a nice little cafe he’d heard good things about, then a stroll by the Seine.

Except whatever higher power up there hated him, apparently.

First the car—the brand new (okay, only slightly used) car he’d recently purchased wouldn’t start, so he’d had to ride his bike to reach her. This meant the restaurant was a no go, meaning his reservation that he’d put in a good month in advance went to waste. Marinette had suggested they just walk to the movie which he was fine with, except that it started raining and the theater in question suffered a power outage. Desperately trying to salvage the night, he’d led her to the cafe anyway only to find they had apparently gone out of business the day before.

Luka was…done. He was just done. He’d apologized profusely and tried to call a cab for her before he’d walk home in the rain so he could scream into his pillow.

Suffice to say, he was pretty sure the date was a bust. And would likely be the first and last he’d ever get with her.

But while he’d been on the phone discovering that traffic was backed up and even THAT much of the night wasn’t going to go right either, Marinette had noticed a little souvenir kiosk under an awning nearby. He hadn’t known what specifically had caught her eye, but when she returned, it was with a thermos of tea she had brought from home and two little mugs she’d just purchased—both with their own different engravings.

She passed the "I AM WEIRD" cup to him. Was…was this a joke? Was she saying something?

He wasn't sure what it was until he saw her blushing as she sipped from her own cup, clearly displaying the engraving of "I LOVE WIERD".

The night went wrong in so many ways. But there…huddling from the rain under the storefront tarp, sitting next to her...he felt warmer than the hot tea could have been responsible for.

She held the “I LOVE WEIRD” cup gingerly, staring at the porcelain as if it could tell her its secrets. But when nothing could be found, she set it back at its previous place and continued on.

Marinette’s gaze had moved on to the next item of interest. She peered into the various photographs lining the top of the nearby shelf. Each contained images of a young couple. A man with teal hair and a lip ring along with a woman with dark blue hair and earrings. The pictures varied—them hugging while bundled up in the winter season, him picking her up and her holding him tightly for balance, them dancing at an outdoor festival, them making silly faces in a photobooth. Each one of them smiling.

One that kept her attention, however, had the man in a tuxedo and the woman in a stunning floor length dress. It was white with an illusion neckline, and bore the images of petals. But the truly striking feature was the airbrushed effect at the bottom of the dress as it changed from white to vibrant teal and finally to black—a clear match to the hair of the man standing beside her.

It was a wedding.

She had said he inspired her dress. That she had made it with him in mind. He had believed her, of course. He never needed her to prove she loved him.

But oh, how his heart had sung seeing her like that. In his colors. Showing the world whom she belonged with.

He had barely heard anything the priest had said. He had to have stumbled in his vows at least twice. He was torn between burning to touch her and yet not wanting to dare to—that something so beautiful shouldn’t be touched.

He would never forget the way she had reached out for him instead and held his hands with hers as she said she wanted to start a life with him.

She picked up the picture.

“It’s beautiful.”

It’s her.

“It’s beautiful. And I can’t…I don’t…”

Like gravity had failed her, she collapsed rather than sat onto the sofa—

That ugly, ugly leather sofa that Jagged had insisted they take with them from Marinette’s brief stint as his personal designer.

“No, you keep it, Mari. You’re gonna need something to spruce up your new place.”

“Jagged, seriously. That thing is hideous and I don’t need it.”

“What are you talking about? It’s perfect! It’s leather! And sturdy! And you can even pull it out into more of a bed. Besides, who knows when you’ll be bringing a studly young man to your place and need something to ‘rock it’ in, eh?”

“Oh my god, Jagged, please don’t!”

“Ey, Luka! Come on, mi boy, back me up!”

“Luka, don’t you dare—!”

Luka, for his part, kept his focus on cleaning his equipment and wisely said nothing.

He moved to her side without thinking.

“Mari…”

“What…” She looked up at him, hopelessly lost. “What now? What do…we do?”

She held the picture frame to her, as if trying to fill the hole in her heart that once contained years worth of love.

“I don’t know what…I don’t know how to…”

She sobbed.

If the phone call had shattered his world, this had crushed the remaining pieces.

“What…what are you saying?”

The doctor sighed.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Couffaine. But the damage of the crash and the shock of the incident has led to some trauma. We are running tests, but there is no way to tell just how great the extent is or how long it will last.”

He barely heard the words for what they were. Percentages. Chances. Outcomes. Luck.

She’d always beaten the odds before, hadn’t she?

She could…

Surely, she could…

He barely noticed when the doctor had led him to the white—white, white horrible white room.

And the all too pale and shaken woman resting inside.

“Who are you?”

It was her eyes.

Her beautiful blue eyes.

But not a trace of familiarity.

“Hello, Marinette.”

He smiled, trying to not let tears fall.

“My name is Luka…”

He slowly moved to sit beside her, taking his wife into his arms like he always did.

It…wasn’t the same.

"It'll be okay..."

Throughout his life, Luka had always been a river. Slow. Steady. Constantly cutting a path through life and through the world.

Luka was a river.

But for Marinette, he had been her rock.

“We’ll make new ones.” He promised her.

Day by day. Moment by moment. He would stay with her and make new memories.

It wouldn’t replace what was lost.

But they would make it together.

[princess-of-the-corner]

I imagine the chaos trio in saltfics just call everyone out.... Honestly with those 3 existing that would probably never happen wolfe is a component police officer who would probably investigate cases of extreme bullying out of kindness, ariel wouldn't let ladybug go down the salty rabbit hole and flamethrower guy would probably accidentally get rose and juleka to expose lila by asking about Prince Ali or something?

Ironically" Wolfe and Ariel did spawn from probably my saltiest actual fic, 'The Murder of Lila Rossi' haha.

Honestly they probably wouldn't be involved that much.

Wolfe is a homicide detective. She wouldn't hear about any of this unless she has to investigate them as suspects. I could do that in a non-TMOLR fic where Wolfe is investigating another murder?

Ariel would only become concerned if she notices the lack of cohesion to Team Miraculous. While she's supposed to be somewhat neutral in the Team Miraculous vs. Hawkmoth thing, she does have her Opinions and would be concerned if Ladybug suddenly stopped calling in Heroes or replaced them entirely. Though Ariel would point out the obvious on all sides of the conflict because depending on tbe salt, there would be idiots on all sides. (Like. Could Ladybug at least try talking to Alya directly???)

Guy is probably the least likely to get involved. At most, maybe in a 'juleka believes Lila, Luka believes Marinette' situation, both Couffaines vent about shit and hes like "fucking hell you kids need more communication!" But he's unlikely to actually do anything past that.

[simpyuuma]

The Gotham Princess [Daminette] Chapter 1:

[Third Person's POV]

Another day at Hell! I mean school... yeah... school. A place where all you could hear is lies and more lies. Well, this isn't new for Marinette.

[Marinette's POV]

*Sigh* Another day at Hell, I need a break!!! Damn! I hope I got chosen to go to Gotham.

I entered the school. Of course using my own Car. After my 'parents' disown me, I got adopted by Jagged Stone, I also made my own Company called, MS(Marinette Stone) Design. Anyways, as soon as I enter, glares was sent on my way. What can I say, idiots will always stay idiots.

"Mari-bug/Mari-Hime/Marinette/Dudette!!" I heard them call me. Who are they???, they are my true friend.... You're probably thinking, I still have friends?. Yes, I have but this time... It's true friends.

Chloe Bourgeois(Stone), who didn't believe even 1 lies of Lila. She lost her friend Sabrina because of Lila. Also because of Lila's lie, her parents hated and kick her out. She got adopted by Jagged after he adopted me. She apologized to me and promised to change for the better. She did, she really did change. She become nicer and more protective of me.

Nino Lahiffe, used to be Alya's boyfriend but he break up with her realizing her true colors. He approach me when Lila first lie, telling me that he believe that I won't do that. I, of course was glad that he believe in me. I was surprise because Alya was her girlfriend.

Luka Couffaine and Kagami Tsurugi, they believe me like Chloe and Nino. Kagami and Adrien used to date but seeing how he treated me, she broke up with him which I'm grateful of. Kagami switched school to our school with the help of Auntie. Auntie hates Adrien from the very start so seeing them date make her want to puke, after finding out Kagami break up with him, she asked why?. Kagami told her about it, on how he sided with a bully and a liar and on how he treated me. To say at least, Auntie was happy knowing her daughter is not dating that Agreste. Luka and Kagami are dating, Auntie is fine with it or more like happy for the both of them.(Tomoe Tsurugi is a kind and not a strict mother in this story)

"Oh guys!" I said as I went towards them. "So did you participate?" Chloe asked. "Yeah I did, I just hope I got pick. We need a fucking break!" I slightly shout to them. We all laughed as we went to our class. This friends of mine helped me change from kind and clumsy to what I am today. They accept me as what I am now. Yeah, I know I swear a lot now but what can I say. I'm still kind though, only bad when it comes to people who hates us.

As we entered the room, Lila's loyal minion come to us. "Well, Isn't it MariTrash??" Lila's goon laughed at us. "Oh why hello there Cesaire, I see that you still have your puny 'little brain' do you???" I sarcastically said to her which cause to break a laughter coming from my team. Her face got deeply red from anger. "Now if you may excuse us, we need to go to our seat to learn" I said as I pushed her aside. "YOU B-" I cut her off. "Oh wait! maybe you could sit with us. You know, to learn respect. Ahhhh! Another thing..... R-E-S-P-E-C-T, that's the spell of it. Just saying since you have a brain of a dead goldfish!!! Bye~" I said as I went to our seat where my friends are sitting already listening to what I'm saying.

Once I arrive there and took a sit. We looked at each other in silence before breaking into laughter. We laughed until we can't breath properly anymore. "Y-You got her good D-Dudette!!" Nino said still laughing. "T-Tell me someone r-recorded it!! HAHAHA" Luka said lightly banging the desk. Finally after sometime, we stopped laughing. "Mari-Hime?" Kagami called out to me. "Yeah? what is it 'Gami?" I asked. "If you really got pick and I know you will, Lie-la will for sure take the opportunity to lie again like gurl!" We all nodded at that. Moments later the bells ring as Ms. Buttier enters. Lila is still not here, well I don't care. What is she to me to care about her... Duh!!!

"Ahem, Lis-" She got cut off as the door burst open... We all looked at door to see....