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Worlds Not Our Own

Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic (Established Lukanette, Feluka Friendship)

Chapters

In The Shadows | Prelude | Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6 | Chp 7 | Chp 8 | Chp 9 | Chp 10 | Chp 11 | Chp 12 | Chp 13 | Chp 14 | Epilogue | New Beat | Timeline

Chapter Five: I’ll Be Good (AO3 Link)

Chapter Snapshot

The man in front of him was looking at him like he was one of the great mysteries of the world, and that too was eerily familiar. Félix took a step closer. Now unhindered by the clouds, he could see the world ticking behind this man's eyes, and it made him want to dissect him, know each and every thought, put him under a scalpel and figure out exactly what lay beneath.

"You're not him, are you?" the man asked--and that was the only confirmation Félix needed. There were differences, yes, but there was only one person alive who this could be.

"About as much as you're you, Couffaine," he said, getting a sick kick out of seeing the confusion and slight edge of fear in those eyes. He'd never gotten that before, and he liked it more than he should. Ian had told him his employer could give him what he wanted--she may have power, a power he admittedly didn't understand, but he doubted it made her clairvoyant. He wasn't stupid, either.

The room still smelled like coffee--bitter, with a hint of cinnamon and vanilla. Luka had long since retired to his own room, and the well-balanced portion of Félix's mind knew that he needed sleep just as much, if not more, than Luka did. He didn't sleep much on the plane. He had been busy in his own mind, paralyzed by the thoughts that stormed there. Occasionally he had looked to Luka, taking in the line that formed between his brows, the way his mouth trembled at the behest of whatever dream he was caught up in.

Carefully and with the thoroughness of a man exorcising a cancer, Félix took each thought he had while looking at him, each and every galling one, and gripped them with one fist, shoving them back in the box they belonged in. With as much force as he could, he slammed the lid of the box, wrapped it back in the chains that lay on the floor, and locked it.

And now, just like he was on the plane, he was stuck. Transfixed. The blue and pink jewel tones of the Peacock Miraculous gleamed duly beneath the dim lights of the kitchen. This had been the goal ever since he learned the truth of his birth--to finally hold the strings of his own fate. It was sitting on the table in front of him, all that he'd ever wanted. And still, his body was humming with nervous, angry energy. He was unsettled in every pore.

This was it. The culmination of so many plans, of so much time and energy and all of his resources for the past several years… he had won, and he hardly had to do anything at all but wait a few months. Was it pride that had him on a knife's edge?

Thunder cracked outside. A warm, misty rain had begun to lazily pelt the high windows of the hotel room, bogging down the skyscrapers beyond the window as they struggled in vain to pierce the clouds that held them hostage. Félix drew a hand over the Miraculous, fingers just a whisper above the now repaired metal.

How was it he was so broken? Would his heart start to mend, now that the Miraculous itself was repaired? Was he linked to it in such a way, or was the brokenness something he'd developed along the way, a trait wholly his own?

For the first time in his life, Félix picked up the paltry little trinket that had brought him into the world, felt the weight of it--or rather, the lack of, as it was quite light--and Duusu appeared before him in a shower of bright blue sparks, gasping.

The creature looked as if he were about to speak, but then his eyes lit up with recognition and excitement. "Oh! Oh, you're one of mine!" Duusu spun around Félix's head, tailfeathers streaming behind him. "I've never had one of mine as a holder before, but that's what you are, aren't you?" He stopped in front of his face, deep cobalt and magenta eyes searching his own.

Félix tilted his head, arms crossed as he examined the little creature. "Yes," he said. "I suppose so."

Duusu let out a holler of excitement, pirouetting in the air. "This is gonna be great! You can feel it, can't you?"

"Feel what?"

Duusu tilted its head at him, now both of them a mirror of the other. "The connection between us," he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Félix wondered, briefly, if he threw the Miraculous down the sink and flipped on the garbage disposal if he would be snapped out of existence when the blades cracked it in two. "No. I don't." He didn't feel anything--no lingering connection, no sense of fulfillment, no purpose. There was nothing. Just a void, a spiraling pit of too much and somehow not enough.

The phthalo blue peacock brought a flipper up to his mouth, but carried on undeterred. "Maybe you have to be transformed--I bet that's what it is, then you'll feel it!" Félix stood, chair clattering slightly in his haste to leave the table. He stalked to the window, watched the rain fog the glass and bring fuzzy distortion to the lights of the buildings outside. The Kwami kept talking, following him when he moved. "My name is Duusu--but I bet you know that. I'm the Kwami of emotion!"

He had to bark a laugh at that. Emotion. How perfect.

"What do you call yourself?"

"Félix," he replied, on instinct.

The pheasant giggled, a tittering little sound, and perched himself on Félix's shoulder. "Well, yeah, that's your name! But what I mean is, what will you call yourself?"

A gallingly stupid question, he thought. He didn't care for the clever little nicknames thought up by Ladybug and her cohort--they were childish, absurd. Still, he supposed for strictly utilitarian purposes, an alias was something he would need to have. He'd never planned on having one, so Félix wasn't exactly flush with inspiration.

There were tales from Sunday school he knew, things his pastor harped on about peacocks. The pastor himself was a balding man, dumpy and entirely too proud of himself for his good (ultimately, he became the face of religion for him, the pompous twit). A wicked bird, he said with his droopy eyes wide, one bony finger raised in the air, one with the voice of the devil, but the plumage of an angel. Resist the temptation of the Peacock, dear children, clothe yourself instead in the humility of the lord, and surely you too will be saved…

Another thunderclap pierced the sky, a bright flash of lightning following just a second later, and just beneath the sound, Félix realized there had been a knock at the door. He waited a moment, and the knock rang out again--clearer than before, without the thunder rolling in the distance.

Duusu scattered, flying back into the Miraculous on the table. Félix rubbed a hand over his face, allowing himself a moment to collect himself before returning to the table and tucking the Miraculous in his shirt pocket beneath the silk of his vest. He had no clue who it could be at the door this late at night, but he answered regardless.

It was Ian, and he was smiling. "Félix. Just the young man I wanted to see."

Wonderful.

"Do you mind if I come in?" Ian's hands were clasped in front of him, right hand over left; his slightly tanned skin stood out against the crimson red polo shirt he wore beneath his windbreaker.

Félix had assumed that his warning issued to Ian about Luka's determination would do either one of two things. If they were smart, they would have stayed in the shadows, hiding beneath Luka's notice. Or, if they were stupid, they would approach them. It appeared they were the foolish sort. "If you must," Félix said. He walked to the living room, glancing briefly at Luka's shut door.

Ian followed him inside. "I'm afraid your friend won't be able to join us tonight," he said, stopping in front of the bedroom door with that ever-present, ever-disingenuous smile. "He's a tad bit indisposed."

The first feeling was one of distinct betrayal, the veracity of which surprised him, the way it settled in his gut. What, had Luka decided he wasn't worthy? Just a convenient way to get to and from? Why not just magic himself here with one of the damned Miraculous instead of going the long way?

Ian, evidently, mistook his inner thoughts. "He's perfectly safe, just a bit incapacitated at the moment. You can see for yourself, if you like." He motioned briefly to the door, taking a step back.

Félix tamped down on the curiosity that might be taken for weakness, instead sitting in one of the chairs by the window. "Why are you here, Ian?" he asked, not bothering to hide the contempt in his voice.

"My employer wanted to extend an invitation to you," he said. Ian walked further into the room and sat on the loveseat opposite him. "The last time we spoke, you mentioned your friend wouldn't be that interested in talks with us. Now, I'm not here to press, so I won't. I trust you know him best," he chuckled.

Félix rolled his eyes. "And the point?"

"Maybe he couldn't be bought. But what about you?" Ian leaned forward, his dark brown eyes catching the light from above, shining like the light of an angler fish in deep dark waters. "What's your price?"

Thunder rolled outside.

"You lot are much duller than I took you for," Félix snorted. He didn't need money. He was already rich, for god's sake. What could they do for him, buy him a yacht like every other pretentious Russian Oligarch?

Ian shook his head, sighing as he looked outside at the warm storm raging over the city. "You know, it feels like just yesterday Christoph called me and told me I was going to be an Uncle. I swear, you kids just grow up so dang fast!"

Félix took that comment in quietly. It had been his impression that Ian had been ex-communicated from the Trajkovski family rather cleanly before he was born. Perhaps his father had stayed in contact if Ian was to believed--not that his word went very far.

Ian laughed, but his eyes turned darker as he looked down at his hand, fingers tapping on the chair arm. "But there's something about kids that grow up fast. I should know, of course, because we grew up like that, too! But the problem is, well, you get this notion in your head that you know it all because you think you've seen it all. You start to think there's nothing else out there the world can offer you."

Now he was being pretentious. This was precisely how he wanted to spend his evening. "And?" Félix prompted, one arched eyebrow raised.

Ian's voice was ordinarily light, almost mocking, and Félix knew there was a purpose to it. Because when he really spoke the way he felt, you would notice it--and you would hear it in every cell of your body, like a dog that knows in its base instincts to hide before a hurricane.

He heard it now.

"You're not in control, Félix," Ian said. "Not really. You can't tell me you don't know that, a kid like you, a thing like you. Ohhh, you know it, alright. I can see it in you even now, that fear that if you don't have things exactly as you like it, you'll fall apart."

"You don't know me--"

"I know you more than you know yourself. Like the back of my hand," Ian said, flashing the tanned back of his hand to Félix in point. "You might not be blood kin, but your Christoph's kid, through and through. You're a Trajkovski. You can't kill that part in you any more than you could kill your mother." Ian stood, his walk nonchalant as he entered the kitchen and began to rifle through the cabinets.

Félix listened, eyes drawn to Luka's door now that Ian wasn't watching him. Just what was it that they had done that could incapacitate him? Had they knocked him over the head and taken his Miraculous? Clinking was coming from the kitchen, followed by the sound of the fridge opening.

"It's a funny thing, control," Ian said, voice slightly raised over the rattle of the fridge door closing again. "You try and change things how you want 'em, and more stuff will just start to slip out of your grip, like your hands are greased with butter." He laughed at his own analogy, then walked back into the living area, placing a glass of water on the side table to Félix's right.

Ian sat back down in his chair and crossed his legs, taking a deep draught of water from his glass. When he was done he smacked his lips, raising the glass to the dim golden lights that hung from the ceiling. "Boy, you can really tell that crisp, mountain spring water difference, can't you?" He smiled, looking back at Félix. "Well, like I was saying--the older you get, the more you realize these things, Félix. You come to realize the less you try to control, the easier things get. The better you get along."

Félix rubbed his temple. "When I asked what it was you wanted, I wasn't looking for some half-baked philosophical lecture."

Ian's mouth made a wide, exaggerated "O" shape, and he set his glass on the ground. "Geez, you're right, and look at the time," Ian said, checking his black banded watch and giving it a tap with his forefinger. "I apologize for that. Let's put a pin in all that, shall we? I came here tonight for my boss. Stellar lady, I think you'd like her. She asked me to come here to give you an offer. She's got something new, a real hell of a gadget, and to make the most of it, she needs…well, she needs someone like you!"

Oh, that was rich. Ian didn't even allow him time to offer a sardonic comment, because he was talking again. "Félix, you're one special guy, you know? You've got everything she's looking for. You understand magic, you're smart, you've got looks, money, freedom--the whole kit and caboodle. You do a few things for her, and she'll do a few things for you. She can give you what you want."

Félix was drawing his finger around the rim of the beverage he hadn't had a drop of, but he stopped at that, raising an eyebrow. "And she believes she knows what I want?"

She couldn't, Ian couldn't--how could anyone, when even he didn't know?

Ian shook his head again, a smile drawing over large, white teeth. "Ahhh, Kid," he tutted. "It's like I said. There are things out there that you wouldn't believe--and she's more than willing to give you a taste before you agree to anything."

Luka's insistence on morals and being good be damned, Félix was about ready to strangle the man in front of him when he felt it, a strong, sharp pull, like he was being choked. Félix tried to stand, but his legs were unresponsive, sending him to his knees before toppling over completely. Just on the edges of his consciousness, he got a vague sense that Ian was standing above him.

"Man, you kids. Always struggling to keep your heads above water," he said. His voice sounded far, like he was a whole time and place away. "If you'd just stopped struggling, you'd get it. You float."

Okay, so there was a lot going on. Like, a lot, a lot. But Marinette had handled a lot before, and she could handle a lot again. But this was a particular level of bad she hadn't counted on, and right now, the only thing she could think of was of Su-Han's bushy eyebrows and the big ole frown that was always on his face--the one that was especially deep when she kind of made a mess of things.

So a Guardian being in a relationship with the person they entrusted a Miraculous to was bad, but she and Mister Bug had been making it work, and that was enough to get Su-Han to shut up. What was really, really bad was that suddenly Adrien wasn't picking up his stupid phone, and that left Paris completely unguarded from Pavone Velenoso's machinations. And he was machinat…ing…all over damn the place.

Marinette paced the floor of her attic room, wondering how she would get Paris out of this mess when her Miraculous holder (and! Take note! The holder of the only Miraculous that could purify amoks!) decided that communication was an option instead of a necessity. The other part of her brain was thinking about how ridiculous it was that she was 21 years old and was still pacing the same floor she had been since she was five. What she really wanted was for her and Adrien to move in together, and boy, wouldn't that magically solve a lot of her current problems.

Of course, her biggest problem, that of the errant Peacock Miraculous holder bringing chaos down around Paris's ears, would also be solved if she could say to hell with it and be a holder herself.

"But Guardians can't be holders," she mimed Su-Han's deep, foreboding voice, then let out an impatient "Argh!" and spun to bang her head against her wall. What in the hell was she going to do without the Ladybug Miraculous? Enough with the pacing; it was time to think. So, breaking the amok's possessed object and then purifying the feather wasn't an option. What could be? Stopping it for long enough to wait for Adrien to pull his head out of his cute butt and show up? Orrrr…make Pavone surrender?

Marinette turned back to her desk, staring at the ancient Miracle Box with a frown very much like her mentor. She touched the rounded surface with her fingers, looking at each emblem on the side. There was also the question of who else she could trust besides Adrien. This wasn't just some mission down candy lane--this was Pavone Velenoso for God's sake. He'd been outwitting them for years, causing this excruciatingly frustrating stalemate of forces. Who would be level-headed enough to take on that kind of evil?

Marinette groaned and put her head in her hands, because there was really only one option, and it had been one she was terrified to admit out loud. He would do it for her--he would probably drop everything, and really, that was the problem. She never wanted him to do anything out of obligation, and she didn't want to use him because dammit, it was still so obvious he had feelings for her. …But if anyone could get her out of this mess, it would be Luka. She would just have to trust him with her biggest secret first.

She pulled out her phone and prayed to the gods above that there would be a text from Adrien, but there was nothing. Luka was her only hope. Marinette took a deep breath and dialed, closing her eyes as she hit the call button and brought it up to her ear. He answered on the second ring, because of course he did.

"Hey," he answered, talking around something he had in his mouth--probably a guitar pick or a pen, she thought. "What's up?"

Her stomach flipped a bit because yes, she was in a relationship with Adrien, but Luka's voice still did things to her. "Hey, I um. I need you. And this is all going to be really weird, but I promise it's life or death here and I really…" Marinette took a deep breath. "I really need you. I'm sorry."

She could hear him rustle in the background for a second. "It's no problem. When and where?" Luka asked.

"Here and now," Marinette said with a half laugh. "I'm at my place. I'm really sorry."

"You don't have to apologize, Marinette." She could hear more rustling and what sounded like a door closing. "I'll be right over."

She sighed deeply, relief flooding through her, even if there was still anxiety about what was to come. "Thank you. It's crazy outside, but just please promise me you won't stop for anything."

He didn't--she knew because she heard the tell-tale sounds of his motorcycle roaring toward the bakery just fifteen minutes later. Marinette took a peek outside her window just in time to see his leather-clad back hop off it and head inside. She pre-emptively ran to open the attic trap door to her room. Of course, her dad had to stall him for no less than 90 seconds, and she was just about to go rescue him, but her mother must have gotten to him first because Luka's black head of hair appeared through the door just a moment later.

"Come on in," she said, even though he already was, and slammed the door down after he was inside. She looked up at him for the first time in what felt like years, even if she'd just seen him perform a few months ago at one of the little grassroots rock concerts during the Kiosquorama Festival that Paris held every summer. Still, her eyes drank him in like they'd been starved for him. He was still tall (duh), and he still had that same shaggy black hair that he had to shake out of his eyes, the eyes that still looked clear and kind and understanding. Beneath his beaten-up leather jacket, he was wearing a deep blue button-up, and stupidly the first thing she said was not related at all to the problem at hand, but it was the thing her brain was most fixated on.

"You got a new tattoo," she said, for some reason feeling her cheeks warm just a little as she stared at deep black ink poking out from beneath the hollow of his throat.

Luka looked down at his chest like he'd forgotten it was even there, then chuckled a little. "Yeah, I did. Alix did it for me."

Marinette tamped down on the urge to ask to see what it was, but that would have required him to take off his shirt, and that was so totally not why he was here right now. Instead of trying to imagine anything of that variety, she pictured Su-Han's angriest scowl in her brain like a ward and took a deep breath. Marinette moved around him and went to her desk, opening the sewing kit with the Miracle Box in it. She hadn't bothered to lock it up while she waited for him, but she hadn't let it sit out either--now Marinette pulled it out and turned to him with it in her hands.

"It's a, uh, long story. But the one who's in charge of protecting the Miraculouses… It's not Mister Bug, not really. It's… it's me," she paused for a second, waiting for explosions or thunderclaps or earth-shattering kabooms, but nothing happened. It was just Luka, politely waiting for her to finish. For some reason, that made it harder. "I chose him to help me get the Butterfly Miraculous back, a long time ago, but as you probably noticed he isn't answering my calls and I don't know where he is, and I can't let Paris wait anymore for him to show up. I need…" she swallowed, throat feeling like sandpaper. "I need someone I trust to help me stop Pavone tonight."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off. "It would only be for tonight!" she said quickly, "It's not like a, you know, binding agreement, forever and ever till death do you part. I don't expect anything more than this, but I totally understand if you can't, or just don't want to, I know how crazy this is. I mean, I live in crazy, I'm the mayor of crazy town--"

"Marinette," Luka stopped her with a little half laugh, one hand hovering just a centimeter above her arm. She snapped her mouth shut, still holding the Miracle Box between them like it was a bomb she needed to defuse. "I'm honored you trust me so much to do this. This actually answers a few more questions than it creates."

Marinette gulped, because yeah, her Guardianship duties were Reason number one their relationship six years ago never went past hand-holding and a few dates. It had just been too much, learning about everything she was supposed to do and adjusting her life to fit around the new world she'd accidentally stepped into. But boy, lesson learned--never pick up anything that's not yours on the street. You may unintentionally become Guardian to the most powerful forces of the world without even knowing it.

She wasn't sure what she was supposed to say--it wasn't like she handed out Miraculous every day of the year. This was the first time since she had picked Adrien to be Mister Bug, and she didn't exactly have a speech planned out. "Thank you," she said instead, and she meant it. He looked like he knew that. "I'm not exactly sure what's going to solve what's going on out there, but if purifying the amok isn't an option, I think you'll have to find another way to stop him. And if you're going to do that, you're going to need as many chances as you can get."

Luka smiled at her, pushing up the sleeves of his jacket to show off his forearms. "I'll take whatever you can give me."

The strength he felt was incredible. He wasn't exactly scrawny anymore, but Luka had a feeling nothing compared to this--he was practically flying when he jumped in the air, a bright teal flash in the sky. The fact that Marinette trusted him with a power like the Snake Miraculous made the wind blowing in his hair all the sweeter. He had no disillusions about where they stood these days; they were just two people that used to be friends and at one point had wanted to be more.

Luka had tried to tell her before that none of that mattered, that they could still be friends, just like they used to. She never disagreed, but it was painfully obvious he was on the fringes of her life now. But none of that mattered because when push came to shove, she still called him when she needed him, and what else could he really ask?

Luka paused when he was about a kilometer away from the hazy, purple cloud seeping through the city from its epicenter, the Eiffel Tower. On the way to Marinette's house, he had turned the news on his phone to see what he was walking into, and the situation was every bit as dire as she had said. The gas flowing through Paris was some kind of toxin designed to stop anyone who breathed it in their tracks, unable to move.

If Mister Bug couldn't reverse the damage with his lucky charm, there was a real possibility that everyone who breathed in the toxin wouldn't ever move again. On the other hand, there was still a possibility that if he could get Pavone to recall the amok causing the pollution or gain control of it himself, people would return to normal when the poison retreated. Luka snuck a glance at the teal bracelet on his wrist, his thumb running over the head of the snake. Whichever solution it would be, he would be able to take a thorough approach to them all.

First, though, he would need to make sure he wouldn't be affected himself. Luka pulled out the purple macaron Marinette had given him before he left and popped it in his mouth without trying to think about too hard what was in it. It was Marinette, so it still tasted pretty good, even if there was still a strong bitter undercurrent to it. Came with the territory, he supposed, because if something was meant to stop you from getting poisoned, chances were it would not taste super pleasant. He swallowed, letting the macaron do its thing, and then slammed the head of the watch back while his suit gained purple accentuating lines between the light and dark teal. It was time to get to work.

It was a slightly unnerving feeling to step through the purple haze, but he still had full range of motion--the only thing that really was affected was his vision. Luka raced towards the Eiffel Tower after those first few hesitant steps. Now that he was closer, he could see a massive raven with the wingspan of a small private jet circling the tower, purple dust falling out of its feathers with each flap of its wings. He could see Pavone Velenoso mid-way up the Eiffel Tower, a dark spot amidst the steel and haze.

The bird dove down suddenly, circling around and around the tower like a vulture--Pavone jumped on its back when it got close to him, and it wasn't long before he was standing in front of Luka. Whoever Pavone was, it was clear from his floor-length coat that he had an inflated ego. The back of it pooled regally on the floor behind him, ending in large peacock feathers in brilliant magenta and blue, the eyes a dark splash of black. The edge of his collar was high, the same peacock feather motif around the neck. Luka had seen him before of course, every few months the villain reappeared and it was always front page news, but he'd never come face to face with him.

Pavone Velenoso snapped his fan shut, slapping it gently in the palm of his other hand while cold eyes looked out from the sleek feathered mask that covered the top half of his face. "Well," he drawled, voice light but still with an edge, "Isn't this a neat trick? I suppose you can't beat a venomous snake at its own game."

Luka tilted his head, arms crossing in front of his chest. "Not quite," he said, watching as Pavone began to slowly circle him.

"I was wondering what the Guardian would do," he said conversationally. "I didn't expect them to take so long. I was beginning to get bored."

"Sorry I'm late." He thought on the words for a moment. "I assume that means you had something to do with Mister Bug not showing up?"

Pavone was behind him now, so he couldn't see his face until he began to wend his way around to the left of his peripheral. "Oh, wonderful, you're clever!" He sounded pleased in a twisted way, but his eyes were still distant.

Luka kept his hand close to the head of the snake on his wrist. Marinette had warned him that because this was his first time wearing a Miraculous, he may not be able to stay transformed for long after he activated the Second Chance power. Luka felt fine so far, and the watch wasn't beeping its warning, so he figured he'd be okay for a while. He could afford to be a little risky and try to figure out what Pavone's goals were. Of all the things Marinette had told him, that was one thing that was still murky. They hadn't determined why the Peacock holder was intent on reappearing every few months to wreak havoc before disappearing again.

May as well try the direct route first. "So, what's your game here?" he asked. "Draw out a new Miraculous holder, for what?" Luka kept his eye on the raven that had perched behind its master, large wings folded neatly at its sides. It stared at him quietly but didn't move. The amok had to be somewhere on Pavone if it was still following his commands, or else it likely would have flown off and done…whatever it was birds did.

Pavone looked up at the sky as if he were thinking for a moment before shrugging slightly, coming to a stop in front of him. "Curiosity, mostly."

Luka clamped down on his jaw. He was getting a clearer picture of the person in front of him, the one behind the mask. Someone so emotionally dead to the world they would cause any amount of pain just to feel something, who saw everyone around them as something to play with, to poke and prod for their own amusement. It reeked of privilege, of someone too used to getting exactly what they wanted, and he wasn't interested in playing with it.

A sly smile appeared on Pavone's face, something tight and cruel. "What? Have I made you mad? Well, come on then, hero," he said, voice dipping low and sardonic. He flicked open his fan with a whip crack of his wrist, the sound snapping in the air. "Show me what you've got."

They both moved for each other simultaneously, Pavone swinging with the fan in his right hand--Luka dodged, spinning and feeling the fan clip his shoulder. He straightened, backhanding Pavone in the cheek while he was open, and followed with a quick punch to the nose, eyes ever roving for the trinket that held the amok's feather inside. Pavone snarled, gaining distance when he found just how far Luka's reach extended. They danced around each other, occasionally landing a hit when their guard was slightly too sloppy to protect from the onslaught. Luka was beginning to wonder if he shouldn't start to use the lyre on his back as a weapon to counter the fan, but he'd never been a fan of abusing a musical instrument (usually when he saw videos of guitarists breaking them on stage he winced more than anything).

Luka grabbed Pavone's right wrist before it found its way to his face, earning himself a kick to the stomach for his trouble--but he noticed a flash of black clamped around Pavone's ear, mostly hidden by the brilliant feather mask. An ear cuff didn't match the persona of the Poison Peacock King, so he'd bet anything that piece of jewelry was where the amok was being held. They broke apart, Pavone's eyes still stone cold and sharp, and Luka wound back his fist for a punch that Luka expected his opponent would dodge or catch at this point. He didn't.

The punch landed--and when Pavone's eyes next met his, they were wild with confusion and fire and something else he couldn't quite place, but whatever it was, it made those formerly cold green eyes burn.

Félix jumped several feet back, trying to gain some distance from the man who'd just punched him in the damn nose. There was a stark purple haze around everything, and he knew the power that coursed through his limbs was anything but ordinary--the heavy coat and fan in his hand were the only confirmation he needed that somehow, he had transformed and was standing at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower.

Nothing good ever happened for him in France.

He felt sick to his stomach as if he'd just been stuck in a pressure cooker--but more than that, he knew the sickly edge to the power and magic that swirled in him. Félix had never felt it before, but he knew what wearing a Miraculous was meant to be like, having stolen two of them in the past, and he knew this was categorically wrong.

This was not his Peacock Miraculous, but someone else's. Félix's eyes flicked to the man across from him, the one who'd just decked him in the face.

The man observed him carefully with bright, cerulean eyes. He had dark hair dyed teal at the ends, a teal and black mask, and a bright-colored suit with jagged purple accentuating lines. He had the Snake Miraculous--but he wasn't Viperion. His lyre only had 6 strings, whereas his Viperion's had 11, and, of course, his Viperion was typically clothed in black with dark teal accents. This man was not someone he knew, but god, the way he watched him was eerily familiar, the way he stalked through the purple haze to prepare himself for the next attack, all of it reeked of him. But it couldn't be, because if they were fighting and Félix was transformed, Luka would have already had him on his knees by now.

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Félix asked, snapping the fan shut temperamentally, holding it at his side.

The man frowned for a moment, slightly taken aback. "What do you mean?" he asked, voice cautious.

Félix rolled his eyes and turned to take in more of his surroundings. Certainly it was Paris, no doubt about that. How had Ian managed to pull it off? "Some cheap parlor trick, I suspect," he muttered to himself. But the feeling of the dark power coiling in his chest--that was very, very real. And there was also the giant bloody bird; he could feel the connection, just as Duusu had said he would; he could feel the thread between him and the sentimonster, could feel its heart beating alongside his own. Félix attempted to rub the space between his brows with his fingers (his head felt like it was about to throb through his skull) but was instead met with a feathered mask. Wonderful.

Félix spun back around to the man he assumed he'd been fighting. The haze of purple constricting his view was, if anything, massively annoying. He had not a damn clue what had been going on around him, but whatever it was, he deemed it no longer important--because it hadn't been him doing it.

"What's this, then?" he asked, waving his fan around the air at the violet motes. It didn't have a smell.

"It's…poison…?" The man replied, not as if he wasn't sure what it was, but as if Félix was crazy and was simply trying to appease him.

Félix noted the pigeons frozen in the sky, the way the trees stood completely still--and in the window of a boutique were humans, staring at them unblinking and stock still. It reminded him of Nathalie's little trick when she'd been akumatized for the last time, the same one he'd used to his advantage to steal the Snake Miraculous. If it's not broke, don't fix it, he thought. Still, it grated on him.

"How original," he said, not finding it original at all. Félix snapped his fingers, trusting the connection between him and the bird behind him. It gave a lonesome caw, and the wind began to swirl fitfully around them all, the purple powder sucking back beneath the great avian wings. It was incredible how much white noise there was in the world when all the switches were flipped back on, people and animals and machines, all humming and coexisting. The world breathed.

"You're not him, are you?" the man asked--and that was the only confirmation Félix needed. There were differences, yes, but there was only one person alive who this could be.

This was more than just "giving him a taste" of what he wanted; this was a power play. It was a plan to force him to recognize that she had more control of the situation than he did, and if this was some kind of dream or another world, she would only pull him back when she felt her point had been made. It was designed to scare him, and it was for that reason Félix decided he wouldn't let it.

That woman wanted to believe she was in control? Fine. Let her. She would underestimate him, and that would be her undoing. But for now, he may as well try to figure out precisely what she had done to him. If he had to guess, it was likely the same fate that befell Luka. Félix sighed, turning on his heel towards the bird behind him.

"Where are you going?" Couffaine asked.

Félix didn't stop, opting instead to wave at the man behind him lazily. "If you're so interested, why not come find out?" Félix hopped aboard the big back of the bird, grabbing the rough feathers around its neck in one hand--it began to spread its wings eagerly, all power and might in its body. Félix raised a brow, laying down a dare he knew Luka would be helpless to resist. "If you think you can catch me."

New Beat: Chapter Four, Freedom

#Worlds Not Our Own mlb #felix graham de vanily #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #alternate universe #alternate universe in an alternate universe?#i love making things complicated for myself #catching up on small things this weekend #Nat's Monster in the Box

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mintaka14 · 4 years ago

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This is a bit of something that got in my way while I was working on the ML ballet AU. Turns out I still have a grain or two of Lila salt in me. Quickspinner’s Out of Your League (from the All That Remains collection) needs the credit for a bit of backstory that I had in mind here. And yes, this is Lukanette. Always.

Lila wasn’t above using her mother’s sense of guilt to her own advantage. She also had no problem with feeding that guilt. A few sighs and teary comments when her mother (yet again) had to cancel on Lila to deal with something at the embassy, or a subtle reminder about all the times Lila had been left on her own in their apartment was all grist to the mill, and Lila had to admit that it had paid off in a big way this time.

Her mother had pulled every string and favour at her disposal for Lila’s birthday party, and Jagged Stone himself was going to be putting in an appearance. Lila was jubilant.

She watched the ballroom at the embassy – how her mother had managed that one Lila didn’t know, and honestly didn’t care – filling up with her classmates and everyone she’d ever met, and she allowed herself a satisfied smile.

Of course, Marinette wasn’t there. Lila had had an enjoyable month of it, tormenting the goody-two-shoes over it, and the beautiful part was that no one had even caught a hint of what she was really doing. She hadn’t been so crass as to leave Marinette out of the party invitations, oh no! She had handed the girl a gilt-edged invite with her most charming, and insincere, smile as she made a point of telling Marinette how much she hoped that Marinette would be there. Their classmates had eaten it up with a spoon, falling all over Lila to tell her how generous and forgiving she was, given the way Marinette had been so hostile to her, and all the while Lila had smiled sweetly and watched Marinette twist in the trap.

If Marinette begged off the party, she was the bad guy for refusing Lila’s olive branch. If Marinette came, then Lila won, and she would get to watch Marinette swallow her pride and suffer all night, or crack and create drama. Either way, it was all good, and Lila had had fun making little digs and comments about the party in front of Marinette for the weeks leading up to it.

As Lila accepted everyone’s tributes and praise, greeting each new arrival with becoming diffidence and subtly trying to gauge the worth of each gift that they piled on the table at the entrance, she came to the conclusion that Marinette had decided not to put in an appearance. Her smile grew wider.

“Lila!” Alya had arrived, and swept her into a hug, surveying the ballroom, and the tables of food, with an impressed eye. Behind her, Nino grinned and bobbed his head in greeting. “Amazing party, girl. And I can’t believe you got Jagged Stone to come!”

Lila gave her a modest smile. “It’s all about who you know, and Jagged was more than happy to come when he heard it was for my birthday.” She looked around as if searching for something, and made her eyes wide and hopeful. “Did… did Marinette come with you?”

Alya shifted uncomfortably. “Er… Marinette couldn’t make it. But she asked me to wish you a happy birthday.”

Oh, no, she didn’t, Lila thought, suppressing the smirk that pulled at the corners of her mouth. Alya, you liar.

She forced her face into a sorrowful pout with just the right touch of hurt. “It’s okay. It would have been nice if we could put aside whatever this grudge is that Marinette has against me just for once, but I guess not…”

Alya and Nino smiled awkwardly. And then her mother touched her arm, a harried expression on her face as she drew Lila away out of earshot for a moment.

“Lila, sweetheart, there’s some bad news,” her mother said anxiously, and Lila felt her smile slip a little. “We’ve just had word that Jagged Stone had to cancel at the last minute.”

“What do you mean, Jagged Stone cancelled?” Lila almost shrieked. A few heads turned towards them, and Lila brought herself back under control before they could overhear. “Mama, you need to fix this. Get him back!”

“Sweetheart, I can’t. His agent said it was unavoidable, and they’re paying the late cancellation fine in the contract. At this late notice I can’t get anyone else to come instead.”

Lila let her eyes fill with tears – she’d practised tearing up in front of her mirror, but in this case the tears were very real.

“Mama,” she insisted, and the harried lines on her mother’s face deepened.

“You’ll still have a lovely party,” her mother said weakly. “The food is wonderful, and you still have the DJ for entertainment.”

“But I told everyone that Jagged Stone was coming!”

“I’m so sorry, darling.” Her head turned towards the doorway, where an aide was waving a phone at her. “I have to go take this call.”

The moment that her mother had turned away, Lila’s mouth pinched with anger and frustration, and she barely stopped herself from stamping her foot.

“Hey girl, is everything okay?”

She heard Alya’s voice call out to her, and she smoothed out her face, spinning around with artificial enthusiasm. Several of their classmates were clustered behind Alya, and she turned a smile on them as well.

“So,” Alya continued, “we’re all really excited! When’s Jagged getting here?”

Lila gave a moue of only slightly exaggerated disappointment.

“Can you believe it?” she sighed, one hand fluttering up to her chest. “Jagged had to cancel. It was last minute, and I’m so worried it’s because that awful throat condition of his has flared up again.” Her hand went to her mouth. “Oh no! You can’t tell anyone about it, no one is supposed to know, but that was why he couldn’t do the zoom call with the class last month like he’d promised.”

There was a ripple of sympathy and concern through her classmates, but then Alix made a sceptical noise at the back of the group.

“Throat condition? But you said it was sunspot interference with the internet connection.”

“No, I was trying to keep his throat problems secret-“

“It was Clara Nightingale you said had a serious throat condition, and that was why she had to cancel helping out with the charity auction like she’d told you,” Alix interrupted.

“No, that was Jagged-“

“If recall accurately,” Max spoke up, “and I do, Clara Nightingale had the throat condition. I could have Markov replay the conversation,” he added helpfully, and Lila spun around in dismay.

“No, that’s not-“

“There have been a lot of cancellations,” Alix said in growing suspicion. Lila could see the faces around her registering confusion, and there was a growing murmur as her classmates tallied things up. She had to stop this before they came to the realisation that…

“What about that interview you promised me with Ladybug?” Alya was asking her, her voice sharp. “The one that got cancelled because of an akuma, except I could never find anything about that akuma, and you never rescheduled. And that meeting that Nino was supposed to have with that director?”

Nino wasn’t saying anything, his face hidden by his cap as he stared at the floor. The muttering was growing louder now as more people were working things out and the number of promises mounted up.

“Oh my god,” Juleka mumbled behind the fall of her streaked black and purple hair. “He was right.”

“Who?” Rose asked, but Alix was talking again before Juleka could answer.

“You didn’t need to fib about Jagged Stone being here to get us to come to your party, Lila,” Alix said as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief.

“But I didn’t!” Lila protested, and for once she had been telling the truth. “I swear, Jagged really was coming. You have to believe me!”

“I said it was a bit hinky that Jagged Stone would have agreed to play a teenage party like this,” Alix told the group around her.

“I’m not lying!” Lila insisted, her voice growing shrill as the expressions turned to disgust and disbelief. “He did a signing for Chloe.”

“Yeah, well, that’s Chloe, and the mayor himself roped him into that.”

“But my mother works for the embassy! And I saved his kitten!”

Again, Alix snorted, and Alya had her arms folded now, frowning.

“You know, I couldn’t find anything about that online, or about Jagged even having a kitten. The more I think about it, the more I wonder why I believed that in the first place.”

“You believed Marinette,” she couldn’t help the slight snarl at that name, “when she said she designed stuff for Jagged and he came to her house.”

“But she didn’t say that,” Nino pointed out. “We saw all of that for ourselves. But now I think about it, I haven’t seen anything that proves you’ve even met him.”

“But I have! He really was coming, and he was going to sing Happy Birthday to me! He just had to cancel.”

“Sure, Lila.”

After all the stories Lila had spun, and the lies and embellishments, how could it be the truth that they refused to believe? The group drifted away from her while Lila stared after them in open-mouthed shock. She was left in a spreading circle of isolation at her own party.

The only person who acknowledged her existence was the tall boy with the blue hair over near the buffet table. Lila frowned, trying to work out where she knew him from. He was older than her class, and the ripped jeans and scruffy hoodie were out of place among the smartly dressed guests, but he looked familiar, and what was he doing at her party anyway? He raised the vol au vent in his hand in an unsmiling salute.

Lila made her way over to him.

“Now, where do I know you from?” she asked with an attempt at coyness, in spite of the fury still seething through her at her classmates’ revolt. His expression didn’t change.

“We’ve met before. I’m Juleka’s brother, Luka.”

Juleka’s brother. Marinette. She had a sudden memory of the steps outside the school and an older boy with blue hair and a guitar slung over his back, coolly warning her about what would happen if she messed with Marinette or his sister. Her eyes narrowed.

He said, “I just wanted to say Happy Birthday, and I’m sorry to hear that Jagged fell through on you.”

“Jagged?” Lila sucked in a breath at that. “What do you know about Jagged Stone?”

“You underestimated Marinette,” the blue-haired boy said calmly. “It’s all about who you know, isn’t that what you said, Lila? It’s all about connections. Except Marinette’s are real.”

She let out a smothered shriek.

“Marinette did this! How could she-“

Luka was shaking his head. “Marinette didn’t do a thing. She’s been trying so hard to take the high road, and she’s not vindictive. I did warn you, though, what would happen if you threatened someone I care about again – just because I don’t want to play your kind of games doesn’t mean I can’t or won’t.”

“Then you turned them all against me! You-“

“I didn't even need to do that,” Luka said, and gave her an infuriatingly composed smile. “In the end, all I really needed to do was tell my dear old dad how you treated his favourite designer. I didn’t even have to bend the truth to do it, and the music just played from there.”

Lila’s mouth fell open. “Jagged Stone… is your father?!”

“Surprised the hell out of me, too,” Luka muttered, and finished the pastry he was holding. He dusted the crumbs off his hands.

“Connections,” Luka said, and shoved himself away from the table. “I have them too, and I’m more than willing to use them for Marinette’s sake. Thank you for the lovely party.”

He gave her a little wave and walked away, leaving her standing there in the ruins of her reputation.

#Lila salt #Lukanette endgame

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fenheart87 · 4 years ago

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Lukanette prompts #26 (but Luka says it...)

There was always a feeling of calm when he came home, almost nothing was better than touching down in the Paris airport and feeling the stress from touring fall off with every step from the airplane. It had been longer than Luka had liked to be away from his family and really this time he was early, not that he had told his family just yet. Luckily, Penny was the best and booked him a room where he was able to crash for the night and had options for food places nearby as he was sick of hotel room service.

“If you’re fighting with Ma again, I don't want to hear about it.” He answered the phone, knowing it was his sister on the other line.

“No, just talking about your baby pictures.”

“Oh great, you’re being sappy? Do I want to come home in that case?” Luka teased, not meaning a word of it.

“Blame your nephew, he started it.” He choked on air as he heard shuffling before Rose’s voice came through, indicating she had taken over the phone.

“Luka! We got approved for a baby boy! Captain has been a little weepy but like a good weepy because he has the most adorable face and dark hair but with a slight curl and his eyes gosh! They are like the ocean! He really likes your baby pictures, ah I can't wait for you to meet him!” Rose squealed in excitement, risking Luka’s much needed eardrum.

“Wait, wait, how did you get a whole baby?!” the older exclaimed, putting the phone on speaker in an attempt to save his ears.

“Well, two mommies loved each other very much and decided they wanted to share their love with a very special little baby. The two mommies went to meet the baby but on their way they met another precious child and they knew right away that the little boy with hair as dark a night and eyes like the ocean was destined to become part of their family. And after some time of play dates and special trips around the city, the mommies got to take their new son home.” There was some shuffling as Rose was sniffling and his sister murmuring words of comfort to her.

“I wow, congratulations… Another Couffaine huh?”

“Not quite, we still need to finalize some papers and such. We’re meeting up at Marinette’s parent’s bakery, he loves it there. This will be his first overnight stay so we’re excited but nervous because we want him to feel comfortable.”

“I don't think you have to worry, you both have a lot of love to give and worst case, Uncle Luka can come to the rescue.”

“If you were here yeah, rescue us or him depending. Maybe next time.”

“See you can be sappy! I’ve got to get going but do keep me posted, I’ll read my message even if I don’t respond right away.”

“Sure, stay safe and away from crazy fans.”

“Jules, you know we have a dye party set for when I get back. I’ll be fine.”

"Whatever loser."

So change of plans, Luka would get to see his favorite designing baker sooner rather than later which was fine by him. First he needed to wash off the plane smell and find his plain black hoodie, then he would surprise his girls. Plan in mind, Luka grabbed his shaving kit and started the shower. Shucking off his clothes and tossing them into the bag of dirty laundry he would need to do soon, the guitarist Stepped into the Shower to rinse off with Some body wash. Deciding his hair wasn't in need of a washing, Luka quickly got out and toweled off.

Luka watched as Marinette played with Llewellyn. The boy looked so happy to be running around the bakery and picking up speed now that he had some sweets to perk him up. It was kind of eerie to look at said child because Llewellyn was similar in looks to a younger Luka, it was definitely that fate had played a huge hand in guiding the boy to his family. The smiles on his sister's faces were definitely worth it and seeing him he hoped would bring an even bigger smile to them.

"Do you want to color a picture or have more cookies?" Marinette kneeled down to the little boy's height and smiled gently, hoping to ease the sudden anxiety he seemed to be feeling. It really pulled at the guitarist's heartstrings and his body moved to do what needed done before his brain had caught up with it. A soft tune slipped gently from the strings, sneaking by everyone as it blended in the background and caused little shoulders that were scrunched up to slowly relax and fall at ease. Two pairs of blue eyes sought his person but he pretended to not notice as he twined together the gentle melody with the heart songs of those sitting at the table sipping their drinks.

"Luka! You big meanie head!" Rose squealed and carefully tackled her brother in law from behind.

"Hey watch it now, Claire doesn't like the rough treatment."

"Oh hush you! Sneaky little meanie head." The petite blond hugged him even tighter.

"Well since you're here, can I get you anything to eat or drink?" The designer rose from her crouch and turned to the counter, slipping through the gap of the raised counter.

"Ah something warm please and maybe a macaroon or two."

"You got it!" Marinette spun around and reached to grab a mug from the shelf, her shirt sliding to reveal a hint of green and black on her pale skin.

"I uh hey Ma-ma-Marinette uh is that- its okay if I just have a plain cup! I just uh okay please don't punch me too hard but is that a tattoo?! " He could feel his cool factor dying at that moment.

Marinette dropped from her tiptoes to standing normally once more and Luka found he could breathe again as the tattoo went out of sight again. She had always been able to give him a heart attack and the guitarist could already hear the ribbing from his ever lovable sister.

"Oh! Yeah, it was a gift from Nona. You know Nathaniel and Marc’s comic? It’s inspired by Viperion." The petite woman brought over some macaroons and his designated cup with Sabine's special blend. It was like a piece of home and Luka took a large gulp in excitement, "I tend to forget unless I'm in a swimsuit or in the shower."

"Oh Luka!" Rose cried, swatting at Juleka who was laughing and grabbed some napkins to help clean up the tea that her brother had spit everywhere.

"Hey who are you?" The small voice drew the adults attention.

"Well I am called many names but to you, I am Uncle Luka. Juleka is my sister."

“Cap’tin says I look like a little you.”

“Yeah a little bit but just means you were meant to meet us, maybe even be a part of our family if that’s okay with you?” Lka smiled softly, watching the little blue eyes grow wide and a bit sparkly from tears. “What’s your favorite song?”

“Smoke on the water.”

“Oh good choice! And what’s your name?” Luka started strumming the requested song, twisting the notes and improvising some notes as he watched the kid.

“Llewellyn, I’m this many!” The small boy held up six fingers with a big smile.

“That’s a big number.”

“Not as big as your number though… Why is your hair blue? Can I have green hair? Can I play guitar? How do you play it? Is it heavy? Can you sing too? Are you a rockstar? When I’m big, can I be like you?” The young boy fired off, slightly catching Luka off guard and causing the women to laugh.

“Slow down speed racer, deep breath,” the guitarist inhaled slowly and evenly with Llewellyn and released the breath in the same manner before answering, “now isn't that better? Blue is my favorite color, maybe we can have matching green hair for your party. Playing guitar can be tricky but if you want I can show you how, it can be heavy if you hold it too long but then you build up some muscles and it’s not so bad. I can sing but not as good as your Momma Rose. I’m not a big rockstar but when I grow up more I hope to be. And I’d like that but I doubt Momma Jules would like that too much, I drive her crazy.”

“Are you mean to her?” The small boy frowned, scooting back a few steps warily.

“Nope, just silly and it drives your Ma crazy because it happens a lot.” Luka’s honesty and resuming the plucking of his guitar strings to ease the sudden tension. Sharing a fond look with Juleka that they would later deny, the elder male lifted his guitar and removed the strap completely before sliding to the floor. Waving over the young look-alike, he helped to position the guitar and demonstrated how to strum and play different chords before letting the child noodle on the guitar. Luka picked himself up and finished his slightly cold tea before returning the mug to Marinette.

“He’s so happy Luka! Just look at him!” Rose was sniffling and wiping away tears, the reality that Llewellyn was part of their family finally settling in.

“Yeah he fits right in. So now that you found a mini me, with your attitude and shares a whole name with me, are you going to deny that’s why you picked him?”

“Nothing to deny.” Juleka wiped away a few stray tears from her wife’s face and laced their fingers together. “It was meant to be.”

“Calling dad out here Jules.” Luka quirked a brow, ignoring the snort his words caused.

“Calling B.S. huh? Fine, that’s about ninety percent, the other ten is he looks like he could be your kid if a certain designer were the mom.”

His ears were full of cotton and he missed the squeak of surprise because of course, this was Juleka he was talking about, Marinette was coming up behind him and he froze. The slight curl to Llewellyn’s hair was similar to his if he had it shorter, the blue eyes were lighter than his but the shape reminded him of Marinette’s. And judging by the sly look in his sister’s amber eyes and the giggles from his sister-in-law, they had planned this to drop that bomb at some point. That’s what he gets for having a nosy family.

“Unca Luka! My fingers hurt, how do you play for hours ?” Luka turned around as his nephew, that would take some getting used to, groaned.

“Practice and patience.”

“Sounds like good advice for other things.”

“Practice and patience, two very very useful things when it comes to many things.” Luka tried to smile reassuringly at Marinette who was turning an even deeper shade of red and made his way back to Llewellyn, intent on ignoring his scheming sisters and spending the little bit of time left for the day bonding.

#lukanette endgame #lukanette #luka cou #marin #modern au #Fen's Plunny Corner #rose lavillant #juleka couffaine #oc

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bbwoulfc · 4 years ago

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We Rise With the Moon Sneak Peek

There is so many things I have on my list to complete. However, I know I have other fics to finish, but half of those are just simple random ones to release stress. Though, I’ve been working on this particular fic for some time and I felt the need to share a small bit. It is a Lukanette fic, a nice change from my other popular LS fic, Instincts Sucks. But I would love nothing more than feedback of what you think. Like any writer, we sometimes feel nervous whether people would like what we write. I hope you enjoy the little glimpse I share with you. Time to bring in some Wolf!Luka and Wolf/Witch Hybrid Marinette!

She found herself wandering the Parisian forests again. The crunching of the fallen leaves breaking below her feet as she walked along the invisible forest’s path.

Everything felt so similar yet different at the same time. Brushing her fingers along the barks of the tree, the moisture of the moss and vines cold to the touch. The everlasting glow of the moon casting as her only source of light through the mighty evergreen sanctuary surrounding her. The overbearing silence was the only thing greeting her the more she wandered. However...it felt...welcoming somehow; she felt at peace and belonging.

It felt like a part of home though she never once set foot within the forest. At least not this deep within. Only ever near the boundary’s edge where the city was mere feet away.

Perhaps that was the reason for the magical pull Marinette has felt since she was a teen. Spending years avoiding the longing pull of the magical force to finally have it come back at full strength. The unavoidable calling that her witchling instincts have all but ignored.

Throughout her childhood, the Coven had told her and her parents that she was to be a witch of great power. Her magic aura surging as one of uniqueness, possessing an unknown quality that was viewed as typical hints of those categorized as prodigies.

As much as she’s heard that term many times, nobody knew her most struggling secret. The Covens may see her abilities as magnificent and outstanding, but that was only during the day. No one has ever seen her magic when the sun disappeared below the horizon. The way her magic became unpredictable and sometimes uncontrollable.

How could someone like herself be in control perfectly fine during the day but be the opposite at night?

The eighteen-year-old witchling heaved a sigh as she continued to walk, weaving through the thickened trees and bushes. It wasn’t till she came to a wide-open clearing that she came to a halt.

Open grass surrounded by a barrier of trees formed into a perfect circle. The magical essence radiated differently within the clearing. A sense of serenity. Perhaps the witness of the moon glowing above the open area added to the serenity. Or maybe the sister moon and mother earth decided to provide areas of magical harmony where any magical creature can feel calm and peace.

Pushing away from the shadows of the tree line, Marinette crossed the line of shadow meeting moonlight. Entering the circular open forest clearing, the raven-haired witchling took a deep inhale of the air around her. The air was seemingly lighter, relaxing.

Walking towards the center of the clearing, Marinette felt a light breeze surge around her. The magical aura welcoming her presence. It felt…

It had a sense of home.

The snapping of branches and fallen twigs on the forest floor brought Marinette’s attention towards the opposite side of the forest. Listening to the rustling within, she stood patiently and quietly. Staring towards the area of the noise, Marinette caught little glimpses of a glowing orb object bouncing through the breaks of trees.

Squinting, the small reflective glow grew closer until a familiar creature emerged from the shadows. The same black wolf, fur as dark as a moonless night, and the brightest blue eyes like an untamed ocean. Blues eyes that still displayed the sense of longing when he gazed at her. A werewolf she started to meet in her sleep where the boundaries between dimensions held no bound.

As the wolf pushed forward in her direction, she forgot how big he stood compared to a modern wolf. He easily stood two heads taller than her when he stood at full height. Marinette was sure he either stood to the height of her father or perhaps even a slight bit taller.

Their gaze never wavered from one another until he met her in the middle.

As the werewolf came to a stop, Marinette felt the hum inside her head. Closing her eyes, she allowed the bridge of communication seep through when she heard a soothing, familiar deep voice, “mo ghealach”.

Wanting to reach out to him like always, Marinette stretched her hand out to rest on the soft, dark fur. The moment her hands graced the surface of his fur, her vision went black.

Blinking, Marinette’s vision of the Parisian forests disappeared and the familiar surroundings of bedroom walls stood before her view. Like always, the comfort and pull of the forest were lost, and retreated back to the barriers of her own mind. The longing to be back with the wolf hurt more than having woken up in the early hours of morning.

A/N: “Mo Ghealach” is My Moon in Scottish Gaelic. Not sure if it’s really true but I’m going along with it. Cuz yes, I will go to my grave that Luka will always be half Scottish if I have anything to say about it.

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For the lukanette lyric prompt." Stop there and let me correct it. I wanna live a life from a new perspective" because I love panic! at the disco and I'll make everyone else love them too. Also this is a cute lyric I love 💘

Thank you so much for this one and I’m sorry this took ages! Work and uni were hectic as hell suddenly and then I got sick so this took forever, but it’s finally here! ♡ I mainly used the way I understood the song and kind of a sudden fierce need to change the usual and the casual in a relationship with someone to something finally as serious and stable as they’re craving it to be, mixed with how a person just wants to relax and throw all their cares and everything everyone else might be thinking about them away and just have fun with the person they trust and love the most , so I hope it worked out how you expected it to in the end? ♡ It’s filled with fluff and Lukanette being happy and in love and in that recently-finally-officially-started-dating phase so I’m also hoping you’ll like it anyway, let me know how you feel about it ♡

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I wanna live a life from a new perspective

Words: 4647 pfff this used to be a ‘drabble or a ficlet’ prompt request whoops

Rating: Teen +

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Marinette giggled slightly, leaned against Luka’s coat, her arms holding onto him firmly as the chilly winter air whipped against her face in the way that was just strong enough to be refreshing and invigorating in this sunny winter’s morning.

“Hm?”, Marinette more felt rather than heard Luka through the vibration against his back as it was unfortunately incredibly difficult to talk to your motorcycle driver both due to the wind, helmets and the fact that it’s not very good to turn your head to talk to someone while you’re rushing down the road 100 km/h. When he’s alone, Luka, even though he’s very careful about laws and regulations, did like to try and practice a stunt or two ever since he was able to pass his A1 driver’s license for a moto légère and finally legally drive a motorcycle he’s been saving for since ages now, and even though she knew he was too careful of a person to do anything stupid, Marinette still disapproved of him doing any out-of-the-ordinary stunts whatsoever on a vehicle realistically far more dangerous than a car and she was very grateful that, until he’s eighteen, he isn’t eligible to drive a bike faster stronger than this one and faster than 110 km/h.

However when she was riding with him, she actually didn’t have to worry at all. Luka was a picture perfect example of caution and precision in his driving, making it very clear that, with her there, he wasn’t risking anything even remotely bad happening, adamant on not allowing anything from her not actually getting hurt but just feeling a slight discomfort because of sudden turns or bumps, to far, far more horrible options he didn’t even want to think about. Turning his head, even ever so slightly so she could hear him through their helmets, was one of those things he would not do, which was fine on smaller routes, but excruciating today, of all days. Because they’ve been driving for almost forty minutes now and the endpoint was a surprise he was planning for their two months dating anniversary. And Marinette was a responsible, calm, understanding young woman.

Patient and immune to insanity-inducing curiosity, however - she was not.

“I gave up on trying to get clues out of you about”, she shouted through the glass of her helmet loud enough so he could hear the teasing tone in her voice before it grew a bit more warm and sensitive, “I was thinking of something different now… Almost a year and a half ago, I was riding behind you on a much slower bike and you had just told me that you were almost finished with your song for me…”, Luka couldn’t turn around but she could almost swear that he was smiling right now and, for the lack of being able to do anything else, he very gently nudged his helmet against hers in a way that made her chuckle. “You know if we were already there, you could have even kissed me right now, but instead, you must suffer, I must suffer in my ignorance of any details about today, it’s all rather tragic…”, the teasing tone was back and she could feel him sigh, followed by what she recognized was a chuckle, sending warm shivers down her spine and brightening her smile even more. Content, with her curiosity eased down for now, she leaned against him even tighter and gazed at the gorgeous French fields stretching on both sides of them, sprinkled with frost, blurring next to them as they passed them by.

Soon, they came near a more inhabited area, embraced with a perfect mixture of urban and rural charm and, upon reaching a specific cottage at the edge of what seemed to have been a wooded area, they stopped.

“We’re here?! We’re finally here?!”, the raven haired girl practically shouted as he turned the engine off, one foot on the ground, arms clapping excitedly, but her helmet still on her head.

Carefully stepping off of the motorcycle, Luka laughed softly, took his own helmet off in one fluid motion, placed it to rest against the steering wheel before helping his girlfriend take hers off and placing a kiss atop her forehead.

“Yes and no.”

The sound she produced, frowning deeper and deeper, sounded almost like a quiet growl.

He laughed again, putting away their helmets and pulling his bike a bit further aside to park it next to the cottage’s entrance. “You waited for almost an hour, now you can’t wait for fifteen more minutes?”

When he reached her, she immediately jumped into a hug, but the eyes looking up at him from the ruffles of his scarf were those of the most adorable rage he has ever seen in his life. “I have had my waiting, Couffaine, give me hints or risk dire consequences!”, she murmured against the woolen material and he cupped her face, bringing it up closer to his as he leaned down to kiss her.

“Soon, my small bundle of anger and rage, soon.”

She moved away and swung her glove at him at that with feigned anger and quickly hopped back to give him one more peck as they both laughed.

“This place here,” he nodded towards the cottage, “Is where a really good friend of my mom’s lives. He works here. And therefore we have special privileges and access that hardly anyone else has, just for us, just for today”, he took her hand and lead the way into the wooded area.

She chuckled. “So… Driving five kilometers per hour faster on the road was out of the question, but trespassing into a strange wooded area outside of Paris is perfectly fine?”

“Hey, it’s not trespassing if it’s…”, he looked aside, puzzled, “Authority approved type of trespassing?”

Marinette went from holding his hand to hooking her arm around it and hugging herself against his side, “You know, everyone keeps thinking you’re this bad boy with a guitar, or just a heartthrob badass rocker on the rise, but in fact, you’re just a teddy bear.”

He laughed pressed his lips against the top of her head, “Yeah, but I’m your teddy bear.”

She smiled, looking up at him with loving eyes, “Yes you are.” And she wouldn’t change it for the world. Her perfect mix of prince charming and a dashing rogue, of sunshine and moonlight, the perfect combination of absolute kindness and softness with a perfectly fitting edge of just enough of exhilaration and wildness. And to think that, a year and a half, after first hearing the first version of ‘her song’, in front of her parents’ bakery, she was still partially capable on letting him slip away for Adrien. Now she wouldn’t let him slip away even if the entire universe offered itself up to her.

“But wait, technically… We are trespassing?”

“Today, you are not to worry about secondary things like that.”

“Luka!”, she nudged his ribs with a genuinely concerned expression now that she realized he really wasn’t joking.

He chuckled again, “It’s gonna be fine… We’re not going to get into trouble and it’s worth it, trust me!”

“Hmm…”, Marinette mused, excited, but quite puzzled and just a bit nervous. In a way, it was a good feeling, to break away from doing everything by the line for a change, and she knew she was not only safe with Luka, but also that he, as mentioned, never would do anything dangerous or fully illegal with her, not to mention that she fully and unconditionally trusted him. So she decided to be brave.

And she didn’t have to stay in her mildly perturbed state for too long as, very soon, they reached the end of the small wooded area.

Marinette clutched at his hand tightly, standing there fully astound.

“Welcome to…”

“Versailles…”

Luka chuckled slightly, “With it’s premises entered by an ever so slightly backdoor way.”

She turned to him, still in a state of absolutely blissful, overjoyed shock, “How did you know that I…”

At her sudden lack of words, he smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Juleka told me you’ve never been here yet”, he shrugged pulling away gently, “And to have grown up in Paris and never been to Versailles is a crime that I had to rectify”, he joked, and she felt an urge of happiness to sudden, she could have cried. Hopping in one place twice, she clapped her hands and turned to the gorgeous, stunning vast fields of flawless shrubbery, grass and blue winter skies, stretching in front of them all the way to the magnificent palace at the garden’s end.

“Screw trespassing…!”, a sudden bout of courage grabbed onto her in her euphoria, “We’re getting to that castle!”

Her hand clasped tightly onto his and they shared a grinning, determined look of agreement, as though they somehow read other’s minds in that very moment, before they began sprinting through the perfect trails amidst the trees, bushes and winding pathways, all preserved perfectly under a thin layer of eyes, making the whole place seem even more like a location springing to life right out of a fairytale.

Peering behind one of the trees, Marinette stuck her tongue out playfully and smirked at Luka, laughing running towards her, “Catch me if you can, Couffaine!”

With a chuckle, he smirked back in a fiendish way that was just charming enough to make Marinette feel an array of fireworks of tingles all over through her body. “Challenge accepted, Dupain-Cheng”, he replied completely confident, causing her to giggle out a tiny squeal of faux panic before she set of to find cover behind the next rich green topiary, luscious even in a winter as cold as this one, as was, somehow, the entire garden.

Reaching the stunning Colonnade grove, Marinette stopped next to one of the beautiful columns, catching her breath quietly as she glided her palm across the smooth marble, admiring the texture of the perfect icy cold surface. Each column the a stunning fluid shade of red or blue, one following the other in a perfect circle with the Abduction of Proserpina by Pluto statue placed right in the middle - a perfectly white vision in marble. She felt like she was in a fairytale. How on Earth did she never come here before…

Suddenly, she felt a hand graze her other palm and in a second, in unique kind of instinct where her hand recognized the other one before her mind did, she instantly intertwined their fingers, only to be spun around and swiftly wrapped into a familiar warm embrace.

"Got you now, my princess", he whispered before placing a soft peck against her lips, the sparks within her vivid once more, spreading from her heart to every corner of her body, causing an array of sensations from the soothingly knotted yearning at the pit of her stomach, to the utmost tender tingles she felt all the way to the tips of her fingers, like pure happiness sparkling through her, so strong and genuine that it couldn’t be contained.

She giggled and locked her lips with him before pulling away only so they could catch their breaths, rosy-cheeked and chuckling blissfully, their foreheads and noses still pressed together.

“Come on my brave trespassing knight”, she stepped away, taking his hand with a grin, “Show me more of your kingdom before the royal guards catch us and give your mom and my parents a heart-attack when they call to tell them their kids have been arrested in a castle outside of Paris”

“I honourably promise that I shall let no guard come anywhere near you, my princess! I swear by my life that I will protect you and our parents’ health for I have fallen for you far too much to jeopardize either of those two”, he grinned and made a surprisingly authentic and gallant knightly bow before her, causing her to break into a fit of blushing giggles again for a moment.

"I bet you say that to all the girls you take on romantic, secret walks around the Versailles gardens in winter", she pouted teasingly.

"No", he shook his head with a smile, “I only say it in hopes of making this one girl in front of me as absolutely and entirely smitten with me as I am with hers.”

"And is it working?“, she interlocked their fingers.

"You tell me, my fair maiden.”

Her shoulders shrugged as they walked, a jokingly disappointed look on her face, “I don’t know… I mean a true princess is never fully charmed until she’s had her first romantic waltz with her dashing suitor.”

Still grinning, he quirked an eyebrow, “What happened to the incredibly-scared-of-dancing-especially-if-it’s-a-real-ballroom-dance-Marinette?”

“You happened, you goof!”, she punched him jokingly and he laughed. “And, that Marinette has never been in the middle of the most beautiful winter outdoor ballroom in the vicinity of one of France’s most stunning castles”, her hand let go of his only to tip-toe a few steps away, spreading her arms and spinning around as she took in the gorgeous view of the Roccocco Grove. The massive, gorgeous stones adorned with decorations and fountains all around them and, even though the fountains didn’t work at the moment, even though the breath-taking arena-like structure lacked the marble flooring, colors, vast audiences and lights that it featured when it was originally built centuries ago, the whole vision of the entire outdoor ballroom structure, covered by thin translucent snow, sparkling in the light winter sun as if it was thousands of little diamonds spilled and strewn across the cold stone, was as if it somehow appeared all around them straight out of a dream. A dream from which Marinette never wanted to wake up.

Regarding the waltz and dancing in general, partially, she was only joking and, partially, she still was a bit terrified to embarrass herself in front of him and to therefore singlehandedly somehow ruin a moment like these, so she wasn’t truly expecting it when he closed the distance between them again, took another graceful small bow that he probably thought was silly but to her it was so charmingly dashing and perfect that, with his smile and the absolute magic radiating from this particular garden grove, it honestly caused her to instantly feel irrevocably and entirely smitten and taken aback by the now increasing levels of dream-likeness of this entire situation.

“Well than…”, he offered her his hand, “May I be so bold as to ask you for a dance, princess?”

And, also somehow without expecting her own courage, but also fully well knowing that there was no way she was capable of uttering anything else right now, she took his hand and with a shy, adoring smile replied, “You may.”

She always forgot how good of a dancer Luka actually was. Coming from a musical family and loving music so much, one would assume that, other than having a huge passion for guitar and, so far secretly, singing, he would also enjoy dancing in more casual, modern music-related situations. So she was incredibly surprised to have learned that he actually could, and very well at that, waltz! Of course, she knew the basic steps, for which she was insanely grateful currently because it was the only thing allowing her to be able to follow his lead, but Luka was gathering more and more points for secretly being a prince behind that façade of just a calm, introverted, punk-rock boy. In fact, it reminded her of that day more than a year ago at the ice rink where she was too busy and blind chasing after Adrien to fully appreciate the down-right movie-like way he spun her around, lifted her and held her in his arms on that rink before Philippe was akumatized.

This time, on the other hand, she was entirely without any other care, focus, or distraction in her mind, now for her the only thing that existed was him and how light and free and so incredibly loved and beautiful she felt in his hands. The ballroom around them might as well have had actual candles, diamonds, fountains and decorations behind them, there might as well have been real music behind them and even if she stumbled in her steps a few times, even if she faltered a bit occasionally, he was there to help her, to catch her, and she never stopped being amazed at how easy it was to just laugh in each other’s arms, ignore life for a moment and just… be, when she was with him.

“Hold on to my shoulders with both of your hands now”, he said suddenly, smiling, and she obeyed, although a tad confused, before she found herself lifted up by her waist slightly mid-spin and swiftly brought back down into his embrace, like they were in scene from Beauty and the Beast.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a hug as she laughed in that breathless, entirely interwoven with joy way in which only people in love can laugh when they’re completely overcome with how they feel when they’re with the person the care most for.

“If this isn’t reality, never wake me up, please…”, she kept chuckling, “How are you even real, Luka, how did I ever even deserve someone like you?”

She giggled a bit more, but quickly turned dead silent and pulled away as she felt Luka’s smile against her neck fade away slowly, his hands around her losing the strength of their grip. The sudden cold change of attitude was so strong it Marinette snap out of their dreamlike state within a second, replacing it with a string of panic and worry.

"Luka?”, her tone was quiet but nervous, “What’s wrong?”

"Marinette… I need to tell you something… I need you to know, really know something…“

He stepped back a bit, carefully plucking her hands from his neck and placing one of them in both of his own.

The dark haired girl turned an alarming shade of pale that matched the lithe frost covering the surfaces around the grove. "What… is it?”, her voice was cautious and silent, but upsetting her was the last thing Luka wanted to do right now, so he tried to muster up a small sad smile, gently squeezing her hands in his own.

„You’ve been kind of stressed lately and it’s only been so briefly since we’ve been… an actual couple…”, a pause and a shy smile graced his features that Marinette could only describe as breathtakingly adorable, but after that, heartbreakingly fast, his smile faded. Slowly, she studied his eyes with hers, puzzled and worried, as he ran the fingers of his free hand down his scalp through his teal locks before stopping to rub at his neck with a brief sigh, a habit of nervousness and a sign of hesitation, she knew how to recognize these small signs when they painted themselves across his features when he tried his best to hide them and when everyone else thought they were just random quirks. But she knew. “And suddenly“, he continued, torn, silent, suddenly avoiding her gaze, „I feel like I haven’t been as good anymore at keeping you happy or relaxed, and I think it’s because I know everyone’s still saying that…”, his cheeks reddened, but his face somehow grew even more somber. He sighed once more, “Literally, someone from our group said to me a few days ago that they all know I’m just that boy who’s going to be someone to ‘keep you busy’ while you’re getting over Adrien, someone to check all your ‘firsts’ with, until you gather some confidence from this before you finally get together with Adrien for the long term…”

“Luka… Who said that, was Chlo-…”, Marinette tried to stop him, reaching out to place a hand against his cheek, but he caught it and cradled it again in his own palms instead, this time both of his hands held hers in a way in which a person craddles a final drop of water that’s helping them cling to their very life amidst a desert. Lovingly, tenderly, and almost desperately in the way they shook ever so slightly.

“I’m sorry, please, I-I just need to say this, cause if I don’t, it’ll take me getting akumatized again and fearing that I’ve hurt you or lost you to say anything, and than I’ll stay silent again for six months until I muster up the courage to try to again attempt saying something that’s been hurting me bit by bit on the inside, until it’s almost too late to say anything, like the last time, cause…”, he gave her that heartbreaking small but growingly sad smile again, “I could write and play a thousand of songs, melodies and tunes to show you how I’m feeling, but sometimes, as much as I’m… very clearly horrible with words, sometimes they need to be said and something nothing else is enough when things like this bubble up unspoken… I’ve seen it with my parents, with other people, and I swear to always be completely honest with you, even with things that are scaring me.”

Marinette had to fight an urge to touch his cheeks and somehow smooth the sudden immensely strong fear and lack of his typical mellow optimism off of his face, but she suppressed it, for now, and simply carefully nodded, urging him to continue.

“The worst is, the person that said this… They, I’m pretty sure, didn’t mean it as a necesarrily bad thing, they just said it kind of as a casual humorous observation cause they, somehow, thought I was okay with it, that I was the kind of chill, fairweather guy that am in on that… Of course, people like Juleka knows I’m not, maybe Rose and Ivan know, people really close to me that spend almost every day with me…but the truth is…”, he frowned for a moment, shaking his head before his eyes met hers again with an earnestness so fierce and pure she could swear she could feel it, “I’m not. I’m not okay with it.”

His fingers caressed her knuckled with the kind of gentleness she’s never felt before. It didn’t matter it was icy cold outside, it made her very core light up with a summer-like warmth and she had to once again fight the urge to grab his face, scream if needed that 'I know you’re not like that, I know!’, just to extinguish this ridiculous notion that she shares this opinion of him with this insanely cruel person, but before she got the chance to, he hesitantly parted his lips to speak again. “I know I’ve told you this before, but to me, this is more than just having another crush or a girlfriend to date for a few weeks or months cause we’re teenagers, and you’re still getting over Adrien, and I’m the easy-going yet rebellious punk rocker who’s here as your rebound and that’s how relationships go in our age …”, he shyly rolled his eyes, angry at the very fact that things like this are expected from people their age because eighteen and sixteen isn’t old enough to know love, when he knew the love he felt well enough to propose to this girl right here and now and not regret it until they’re old and grey and shrivelled up, and he saw the kind of honest, strong love in other people their age all around them, in Alya and Nino and Rose and Juleka and Ivan and Mylene and shattered his heart that he finally found a girl that made him feel like he was constantly dreaming, even when loving her made him hurt, even when being by her side meant that he wasn’t the one she would prefer there, even back when standing by her made him feel both more happy and broken than he’s been in a long time, perhaps ever, he knew how terrifyingly, beautifully, most assuredly different and strong this was. To the point Juleka even mocked and teased him for a while until she realized that this was actually real and very much happening to her introverted, strong but bad with emotions big brother that hardly ever even having had a proper crush or two before.

“What I mean is… What I want to make sure you know about and what I say to anyone thinking or saying stuff like that, because I know more of them have thought something like that as well but were perhaps too polite to voice it and what I mean to say to those people and that outlook on love and on us is…”, he held her hands just a bit tighter and took a deep breath, his eyes searching hers with an unmistakable sense of fear for her reaction, but his words were determined, “…to hell with that, and to hell with what we have being anything close to just that. You’re the first thing in my life that anchored me this strongly or made me feel this way this hard and now that you’re finally with me and are perhaps feeling at least an inkling of what I am, after everything, I am not letting this be a typical cliché teenage passing thing, no matter who thinks that it is and it’s so, so important for me that you know that too…”

His expression, locked with hers, soon grew fully terrified when she didn’t immediately respond, but in reality, Marinette was only out of words for an entirely different set of reasons than the darkest case scenario that he was imagining.

She now firmly placed her second palm onto his hands and squeezed them, smiling and shaking her head in disbelief of what this amazing, mature, selfless boy was somehow made to believe she thought of him. “Luka, I never thought you were like that in the first place and you have nothing to prove to me… The fact is, you are the most kindhearted, empathetic, caring boy I know and I definitely agree with saying ‘to hell’ with what anyone thinks of us…”. She glanced aside with a small rueful sigh, “I know that after more than a year of my very obvious and embarrassing pining for Adrien… it may seem like I need more convincing than necessary but, my truth and my opinion is… You’re not Adrien… And it makes me so happy that you’re not and that’s why I love you. Because just meeting you slowly made me finally realize that, all this time, I needed and felt best and truly loved not Adrien, but you, you silly thing! All of what you just said,“ she chuckled happily, „I’ve known it already. And I am very happy to be here to stay for as long as you’ll have me…“, giggling quietly, she hunched her head down a bit, flush rosyness coloring her cheeks swiftly though, through a set of thick black eyelashes.

And just like that, his lips pulled into that gorgeous, bright grin that accentuated his cheekbones in a way she loved so much and lit up his eyes so that their teal to aquamarine shades almost seemed to have all grown a hue brighter.

„For as long as I’ll have you?“

Suddenly, his arms were wrapped around her as he spun her around, causing her to instantly squee and laugh loudly as she held herself tightly against his chest.

When he put her down again, he brushed a stray lock of dark hair from her face and pressed his lips to her forehead, then against her lips. “How does forever sound?“

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