#Pro Lukanette

[aespades]

So, two in one day. This will probably never happen again. But I love making comics. Let me know if you'd want to see more.

[pancakebm]

partners or enemies? ❤️‍🔥

[yan-san-yan]

🫧MERMAY LUKANETTE 🫧

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers I made it in time for the event ✨

[andraedevane]

I'm gonna say it: Miraculous Ladybug is one of the most toxic fandoms related to the ships and that's a fact. Don't try to tell me I'm wrong.

I saw a lot of pins in Pinterest of Adrigami, Lukadrien, Kagaminette and more ships with comments like "Wtf is this?", "Disgusting", "The only good ship in MLB is Adrinette", "Marinette only deserves to end with Adrien".

Are. You. Serious?

People can ship whatever they want, and if someone ships Lilanette, Chloénette, Alyanette, Ninonette or another ship it's up to them. You don't have to say they're mentally ill for not shipping Adrinette. Just because a ship is canon doesn't mean everyone has to like it. And if you don't like Lilanette, Chloénette, Alyanette or any ship involving Marinette and a classmate of her, just ignore it. Don't watch posts of that ship or read fics just to say you hate it. Because if you do that, don't complain when people decide to do the same with Adrinette.

[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

"It's a happy ending." He assures though. "A very happy ending."

I commisioned these wonderful pieces from @carolgpr for my fic Should I Stay Or Should I Go (they’ll be posted in the fic some time this week). It’s so amazing! 💜

Thank you so much!!! Go check them out!!! 

[haphira]

Multimouse and Viperion watching the city at night.

LBSC Secret Santa Exchange 2023

For: Inkmousey

[ml-lukanette-bigbang]

Artist applications for the MLLBB are officially open! Want to become an artist with us? Unlike the original Miraculous Big Bang, the focus of this event will be entirely on Lukanette!

This means that Lukanette will be the end goal of the event, not any other ship for either of them. So long as the endgame is Luka Couffaine / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, other pairings are allowed in.

For this event, artists will create two art pieces. There's an FAQ available on our pinned post to learn more about the event.

Apply now!

[pastelranicorn]

A wrapped up Mari on a snowy mission to go see Luka <3

[cocoabellefuntimes]

Happy Valentine's day!

This is a gift for the lovely @mistyshadow707-blog

Hope you have a great day. Enjoy your gift 🫴

Short headcanon: In this au, Marinette's somewhat of a lil assassin, and she's been tasked to investigate what's been making such a fuss in the forest. Luka himself has been watching her for dayyyyysssss. He knows she's dangerous but something about that danger seems enticing to him. This is their first meet up. Marinette's too stunned to do anything else but look 🤭🤷🏾‍♀️

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

[aespades]

So, I've been sitting on this one a while.

I blame totk, I've been kinda playing nonstop. But- I finished, and I'm throwing it out here before I nitpick it to death.

Here's a link ( I hope) of the fic this is based on.

Excellent story. Love it.

@mintaka14

[pancakebm]

[yan-san-yan]

Adrien also wants a hug from his very good friend 🥲

I might make an AU based on this 🎶

[stardust-blossom]

VIPERMOUSE AND LUKAMOUSE FANFIC

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

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

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

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

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

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Hey blossoms

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

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

byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

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[haphira]

Doodles for @rierse for my Valentine exchange story "That's Just like... Soulmates?"

[ml-lukanette-bigbang]

Writer applications for the MLLBB are officially open! Want to become a writer with us? Unlike the original Miraculous Big Bang, the focus of this event will be entirely on Lukanette!

This means that Lukanette will be the end goal of the event, not any other ship for either of them. So long as the endgame is Luka Couffaine / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, other pairings are allowed in.

For this event, writers will write a minimum of 10,000 words. There's an FAQ available on our pinned post to learn more about the event.

Apply now!

[fragileizywriting]

okay, so.

marinette has a problem.

the problem is luka's hands.

no, no, that's not fair. actually, the problem is luka's entire arms— the hands are included, of course, but the arms thing. with his chest. and his shoulders. and his torso. okay, the top half of him. not really much of his legs, but those are... just as much of a problem. okay, yeah, she's having a problem. she's having a problem with him.

most specifically the arms, though.

she absolutely, positively, cannot stand the way he grips the steering wheel whenever he drives, because his hands are massive, and the steering wheel of his beatup mitsubishi is nothing but a tea-cup saucer, and she really, really likes them.

hello.

hi.

especially when he grips the wheel and his knuckles go white and it reminds her very, very much of something else.

“please,” she begs.

“no,” he responds, and he drums along the steering wheel in a delightful little pattern that she can't stop watching. tap tap tap. tap, tap, tap. tap... tap... tap... “we’re not stopping for coffee. put away the puppy eyes, kitty.” then, he adds, before she can even respond: “sorry, ‘coffee’.”

“i heard those quotation marks,” she grumbles, narrowing her eyes at him, though he doesn't meet her gaze to see it. he knows it's there. it's a sixth sense. just like he knew she was batting her eyes at him in a way he can't refuse. “are you just upset that i like good coffee?”

“good coffee," he scoffs, doing something with his palms against the wheel that has her brain starting to whirr. how is it that his hands are just so... big? "sorry, no, you mean american coffee. coffee that's just sugar and syrup.”

“and they’re right,” she argues. “please? as a thank you for coming with you to carrefour?”

“a thank you?” he laughs out loud, merging into a roundabout. hands. hands. hands, hands, hands. strong forearms. enticing biceps. she's a dog sitting outside a butchershop, waiting for someone to take pity and toss her a bone. he could crush her and she'd whimper out a thank you. “you invited yourself!”

she bites her lip. his hand is on the shiftknob so he can change gears. she's about to swoon. “i... uh—" what was she saying? "i don’t trust your yogurt choices.”

“greek yogurt is good.”

“it’s disgusting,” she continues, pointing at an exit that she wants him to take, because coffee is that way. he does. she doesn't have to give him directions, because he knows where they're going, because it's her favourite new coffeehouse. “anything that's not strawberry flavoured yogurt is a problem. what's with the adventurous streak with the vanilla flavour? coconut? are you out of your mind?”

“sometimes i wonder why your tastebuds are still so childish,” he teases. left hand in his lap for a moment. holy jesus. “sugary, strawberry—”

“let a woman live a little! i deserve treats! cute treats! big treats! cute, big treats!” she blinks at the silence, listening him tap, tap, tapping away. “hold on, hold it, i didn't invite myself, i live with you.”

“you couch surf.”

“you ass,” she giggles. “i do not. and since when do you consider your own bed a couch? pretty sure you were adamant about it being a futon when you first got it.”

he turns the ignition off before she even realizes it. here they are, in the parking lot, and she has yet to look away from that tender touch he has with his wheel.

"before we go in, look up at me for a second?"

"huh?"

he is way, way too close to her personal space when he leans over. blue eyes spark in the sunlight coming in and reflecting from the hood of the truck. "look up, kitty."

"yeah?"

god, he's gorgeous. she can't stop biting her lip, wiggling her tongue against her gums to make her canines stop humming.

"we can get your coffee. if"—a finger wag follows, touching her on the tip of her nose—"you stop looking at me like i'm a top sirloin."

she blinks passively. "what?"

"i know you well enough to know you get this look in your eye when you're hungry," he muses, thumb on her mouth. he presses in. lightly. just enough to squish her bottom lip. he's leaning over her in a way that feels like he's about to kiss her, maybe shut himself up for a little while, but he doesn't want to bridge the gap just yet. "you also do it when you're horny. i know you're not hungry because you tossed all of my offers to get beignets out the window, but you keep squirming in your seat everytime i move. you're salivating."

"i— i just want coffee," she wheezes.

"yeah? you sure?"

"y-yeah."

"so if i reach behind my seat to grab your purse, you're not going to hiss just because it makes my arms look nice?"

"i think you're overestimating how much i find you attractive."

"i am very much not," he laughs. "you're forgetting i've known you since whatever. let's get your drink and go home, you're not going to get any easier to keep still when you have sugar in you— remember that we need to pack away the groceries into the fridge before you jump me."