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FIC: "Scales are for Adornment" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024; Winters)

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

(...how many days are we into this before these two popped up? 😂 Thank Bloody. She's been sharing some WIP art that got me itching. 🖤)

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Prompt 33: Scales

There was a soft noise, a tinkling like chimes, barely perceptible on the far edges of his awareness.  It was just enough to be distracting.  Just enough to draw him from the warmth and softness and comfort of sleep.

…just enough to make him aware of how empty his arms – their nest – was.

A giggle floated on the breeze, making him twist and reach for his missing mate.  She wasn’t where she was supposed to be.  The bedding beside him was painfully empty.  Cold.  The chimes sounded again, and his brow furrowed.

His eyes felt too heavy as he struggled to open them, which…wasn’t fair.  It wasn’t even winter.  It was still early in the spring, and he supposed close enough to the end of his brumation that the lethargy was expected, but it was still…frustrating.

Hadn’t he spent enough time sleeping over the winter?

Wasn’t it time for him to be awake?  Up and about and enjoying his new mate?

She was at the kitchen table when he finally hauled himself out of the nest and to her side.  Scattered around her on the top were…pebbles?  No.  They were…he rubbed his eyes, squinting at the familiar teal shapes glinting in the afternoon light.

“I don’t recall you sleeping this much last summer,” she said, distracting him from the objects on the table.  She had turned towards him on the bench, her arms wrapping around his middle.  Her fingers danced along the line where scales met skin at his back, scratching lightly – and gods, did that feel good…

“I don’t, not u…usually,” he said around a yawn.  “I think ssssomeone’s worn me out.”

“Hey!” she laughed, leaning back to glare at him.  It was half-hearted at best, and there was a grin dancing on the corners of her mouth he longed to kiss away.  “You can’t possibly blame me when you’re the one who always starts it!”

“I do not recall sssstarting it lasssst night,” he hummed, dipping to kiss her.  He sighed as her nails scratched along his scales, but then he winced when a nail caught and…tugged.  She pulled away in surprise, her eyebrows lifting as she held up…oh.  “Ah.  Sssso that’sssss what’sss happening.”

“Luka?” she asked, looking up at him.  She laid the scale on the table, and he realized that’s why the things were so familiar.  And gods, how much had he been shedding that she had that many to…just what was she doing with his old scales, anyway?

“Why do you…what are my sssscales doing on the table, love?” he asked, picking up one of the older ones.  He had never paid much attention to them, once they were gone.  They were just something to clear out of the bedding when his new skin came in.  But it appeared Marinette had been collecting them – had amassed quite the collection, from the looks of it – and they were…hard.  Almost like stones, or the shells his sister used to collect along the seaside.

“They’re beautiful, don’t you think?” she asked, smiling as the scale he was holding caught the light and gleamed.  He looked at her, amused.  He had never thought so, but he had never been a particularly vain snake.  Unlike his father.  “I just…there’s so many of them.  I thought…I don’t know.  They were too pretty to just toss away.”

“I probably shhhould have warned you,” he said.  “I shhhed, in the sssspring.  It’ssss…you might ssssee it as a ssssummer cold?  It’ssss natural, and I confesssss I’d barely thought of it thissss year.  With…everything.”

“…if I wasn’t so worried about you saying you’re getting sick, I’d have words for you for that,” she said, frowning.  He sank onto his coils beside her and pulled her into another kiss.  She frowned as she pulled back.  “No.  No distractions.  You’re getting sick?”

“I will be fine, love,” he said.  “Jusssst…a little groggy.  Ssssore.  Really itchy.  It only lasssstssss a few days, and when it’ssss over I have a nicccce, shhhiny new sssskin.”

She hummed, unconvinced, but he just kissed her again.

“Now, tell me,” he said.  “What are you planning to do with my sssscales?”

“I’m not sure yet,” she said, looking back at the table.  She grinned at him.  “Let’s call it a surprise, shall we?”

He rolled his eyes before he decided she’d maybe had enough time with her little project.  He scooped her up and pulled her back against him, and she laughed until he bent her back with another kiss.  She always said nothing helped a creative block like a little distraction, after all, and he was quickly becoming her favorite distraction…

. : .

The next week was…unpleasant, at best.  Excruciating at worst.

He had perhaps downplayed how bad his yearly shedding could be – though that was perhaps just another stupid snake thing he had never fully considered warning his witch mate about.  The worst had been the day she’d come home from the market to find him passed out – and barely breathing – in the nest.  He had been fine, of course – his body just…slowed, a bit, as his skin shed.

(…then of course had been the actual skin, which…)

(…ok.  He owed her.  Big time.)

(…the way she had spent most of that first night just…running her hand over his new scales had been heaven, though.  If he was a cat he probably would have spent the whole damn night purring.)

(…he did, however, feel terrible that the intimacy had been caused not because she’d wanted to touch him but more because he’d scared her – terrified her, nearly caused her poor heart to give out on her, you awful snake – so.)

Still.

It was behind them now, and she’d be better prepared next year (“…oh my gods you do this every spring.”), and it was too glorious a day to be concerned with how awful the past week had been.  The sun was high in the sky, and he had an entire tail of fresh, shiny scales eager to soak up its warmth.

“Are you not joining me, love?” she called from the riverbank below.  He tipped his head back onto the rocks, smiling lazily at her.

“Perhapssss…” he paused, clearing his throat as she grinned at him.  “Perhaps you could join me up here?”

“Tempting,” she said, reaching behind her to undo the laces of her dress, “but I worked so hard on my new swimsuit…I was hoping to show it off today.”

“You don’t need a swimsuit, love,” he said, turning to frown at her.  “You’re jusssst fine without…”

And then her dress fell to her ankles.

And he saw exactly what she had been so busy with over the last week while he’d been busy writhing in itchy agony.

Or…rather what use she had decided to put his old scales to.

Her swimsuit.

If it could even be called that!

He had seen her swim clothes the previous summer – had seen what her friend Mylène considered ‘swimwear’!  That…those…the skimpy garments barely covering her bits were underthings at best.  And barely, at that!

(“It’ssss called lingerie, you dumbassssss,” a sardonic voice that sounded suspiciously like his sister hissed in his head.)

…not that he was complaining!  It was…it was…a bra and panties.  That yes, kept her covered, but it could hardly be considered decent.  By human standards, at least.  Rose would probably…

…it was probably best they didn’t tell Rose about this one.  She’d demand one for herself in Juleka’s scales, probably, and he…did not want to think about that.  Eugh.

On Marinette, though…

His old scales had been woven together, and they shone like polished shells in the sunlight.  She was beautiful.  She was always beautiful, but there was something about seeing her wearing his scales like that that sparked something almost primal in him.  He wanted…he needed to…he ached for…

“Luka?” she called, frowning, and he realized with a start that he had been silent – gobsmacked – just a moment too long.

…that start also made him slip, his hands sliding along the slick rocks and losing their balance.  He tumbled tail over head with a mighty splash into the river, and he was barely aware of Marinette screaming after him as he plunged below the surface.  When he finally regained himself, pushing himself up from the bottom of the river to swim towards the surface and breaking through with a strangled gasp, Marinette was waiting for him.

“Luka!” she cried, slipping her hands along his sides and under his armpits to hoist him up.  They bobbed there, Luka watching her with wide, startled eyes, and Marinette staring back with panic in her own, and he blinked slowly as he tried to process what in the seven hells had just happened.  “Gods, are you all right?  What just happened?  What was that?”

“I…” he started, but he trailed off because he honestly didn’t know.  One minute he had been staring at her, wearing his…and then his eyes dropped, his gaze focusing on the breasts bobbing in the water beneath him.  On the teal scales shimmering along their edges, hugging them and holding them up as perfectly as…

“Luk…” she started as he bent his head to her chest, her voice cutting off in a soft gasp as his nose skimmed along the edge of a cup.  His hand found her side, moving slowly up until it was holding the breast he was nuzzling – and then he pushed it up as he grazed his fangs along the soft, wet skin available to him.  His fangs caught on the edge of the his scales, and he hissed softly as a breathy giggle left her.  “I…I take it you like it?”

“That…is an undersssstatement,” he sighed, nuzzling her chest.  “How…when did you…?”

“I am very talented with a needle and thread,” she said, reaching up to brush her fingers through his hair, “and you have been very sleepy lately.”

“Did I truly shhhed thissss much?” he asked, glancing up at her.  She hummed, arching her back to push her chest closer to his mouth.  His other hand slipped along her back, reaching up to toy with the ties holding the top together.  He was torn, though, between his desire for more of her skin and the sight of his scales gleaming against that skin.

“I’ve been collecting them for a while,” she said.  “Honestly, Luka.  The nest is littered with them.”

“Ssssorry,” he chuckled, nipping at the mark above her heart.  The skin was starting to scar over, what with how often he bit her there.  He felt he should feel guilty about that, and yet…

It was the same as that part of him that thrilled at seeing her new underthings.  Swimwear.  A little primal voice that hissed mine.

“You are not,” she giggled, nipping at his ear.  He hissed when she licked it, smiling.  “So.  You love it, then?”

“I love you,” he sighed, lifting her slightly to give him more access.  She hummed, the sound cutting off in a gasp as his claws lightly scratched along her back.  As he settled his face between her breasts and took a moment to just…be.  To breathe her in.  Bask in the fact that she was there and his and…

“So…so who’s starting this one?” she giggled breathlessly when he turned his head to run his tongue along the inside of a breast.  He glanced up at her, grinning as he tugged on the tie and slipped the cup just a little lower.  Just enough for her nipple to slip out – just enough to flick his tongue against it with a hiss.

“You,” he insisted, cupping her ass and pulling her against him to grind up.  She slipped along his wet scales, her legs scrabbling to lock around him, but from her gasp he knew she had felt the point he was attempting to make.  “Looking like thissss, little mousssse…looking the way you always do…it is always you.”

She wasn’t sure when he had spun them, when he had pressed her back up against the rocks – when his tail had wrapped around her middle to hoist her up – but his mouth was working its way down, nibbling along her ribs and towards her stomach while her hands twisted in his hair.  Her head tipped back, her mouth dropping open as his fangs grazed along her skin.

“In…incorrigible,” she breathed, sighing as his fingers toyed with the waistband of her bottoms.

“For you?” he hummed, glancing up at her with a slow, satisfied smile.  “Always.”

[the-clownery]

I listed some of my favorite ones I like to see

If you have an alternative don't be afraid to leave a comment!

Talk about why you like this ship.

[kai-teaarts]

I did some lil redesigns of the cast of Miraculous Ladybug (not everyone that's too much drawing for me)

Art dump!!

The last two are just some OCS ( a half self insert half full character)

I love them all.

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Mistletoes are stupid, Ch.2

AO3

Now that I think about it it wasn‘t necessary to split this in two parts but oh well😂 Second part of my Secret Santa fic for @omnoramayday !!

Summary: An incident with a mistletoe makes Marinette leave the Christmas party at Adrien's house. She can find better ways to spend her night, for example delivering pizzas with her favorite pizza delivery person...

Sneaking back inside without being spotted by anyone had been easier than Marinette had anticipated. Adrien was enthralled by some story Nino was telling him and when Mylene had seen her, she did her best to distract Alya by dragging her to the buffet table. Marinette made a mental note to thank her for her service later.

Minutes later Ladybug flew over the rooftops of Paris, unphased by the cold due to the magic of her suit keeping her warm enough, looking out for akumas as she had promised. The city appeared to be safe for now, but even after she spotted Luka riding on his bike, several pizza boxes strapped onto the luggage rack, she suppressed the urge to immediately get to him and instead finished her patrol first.

That didn’t take her much longer and when she decided she was done, she returned to the area where Luka had been before. It sure had its perks that he was one of the few people who knew about her secret identity, because she could easily skip the usual detransforming in a nearby alley part and instead just land right next to his bike.

“Surprise!” Ladybug yelled.

“Wha—” Luka hit the brakes so hard that for a second she was afraid he’d fall over, but somehow he managed to keep his balance. Ladybug his her head between her shoulders. Maybe this wasn’t the best entrance she could’ve made. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Mar— Ladybug?” He turned around. “What in the world are you doing here?”

“I told you I had a surprise for you.” She grinned at him and threw her hands in the air. “You couldn’t bail on your job, so I bailed on the party to keep you company!”

Luka blinked at her several times, looking visibly confused. “You… left a party just to hang out with me? While I’m on the job?”

Ladybug shrugged and stepped closer to him. “I just thought you might appreciate some company. Delivering pizzas is probably more fun with a friend, right?”

Luka still seemed very perplexed by the situation, but something in his eyes shifted. They became softer, like he was genuinely touched. “You… god, Marinette, you didn’t have to…” He let out a chuckle, sounding a little overwhelmed.

This was probably the first time Ladybug saw Luka caught off guard like this, but she couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was. She stepped even closer to rub up and down his arm.

“Hey,” she gave him a warm smile. “I just want to be a good friend and look out for you. And also make you an offer you can’t possibly refuse.”

“Oh? And what would that be?” Luka raised an eyebrow.

“How about you forget about your bike and switch to a much more efficient means of travel? For example”—she pointed to herself—”a superhero escort?”

Luka’s smile turned into a wide grin and then laughter. “You really came all the way here to make me finish my job quicker? Oh, Mari— ah, Ladybug, you’re too sweet.”

“So that’s a yes?” She lifted her eyebrows and seconds later, the bike was leaning against a nearby wall, the pizzas in Luka’s left hand while he put his right arm around the superheroine.

“Ready for take-off!” She chimed as they were pulled up in the air by Ladybug’s magical yoyo.

Their tactic was simple: Luka told her the address, she’d land somewhere near the house to put him down and let him walk over to the door without her being seen. After the delivery, she’d grab him again and leap off to the next house.

“I gotta say,” Luka said in between the 6th and 7th pizza, “on top of this being way faster than my bike, we can huddle for warmth and keep each other from freezing!”

Lucky for Ladybug he didn't look at her face to notice her hot cheeks, which must’ve matched the red from her suit.

After all the pizzas have been delivered, Ladybug landed in the same spot where they had left Luka’s bike earlier and sat him down before saying her detransformation phrase and feeling the pink light washing over her as she turned back to Marinette.

“We’ve finished all the deliveries in under five minutes!” Luka exclaimed as he checked the time on his phone. “You can’t lend me Sass for my next shift by any chance?” he joked.

“That’s enough using miraculouses for reasons other than fighting akumatized villains!” Tikki puffed her cheeks while Marinette and Luka both laughed and poked the kwami.

“Don’t worry, nobody will use miraculouses for delivery jobs anymore,” Marinette reassured her little friend, whom she handed a macaron in order to recharge. Tikki immediately let go of her worries and made herself comfortable in Marinette’s bad munching on the cookie.

“So,” Marinette looked up at Luka and grinned. “How does it feel being a man free of responsibilities?”

Luka laughed again. “Honestly, I can’t complain. Seriously, thank you so much for helping me with this. You didn’t have to do this at all and I appreciate that a ton that you did anyway.”

He promptly pulled her into a tight embrace and tucked her head below his. Which Marinette appreciated, because other than her enjoying being so close to him, he wouldn’t be able to see her blush.

“It was nothing.”

“You’re being too generous,” Luka whispered. “You have no idea how grateful I am for you showing up.” He let go of her and took a step back in order to look at her face. “How can I make this up to you?”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, you don’t have—”

“But I want to!” Luka interrupted and put a hand on Marinette’s shoulder. “You completely went out of your way to find me and help me deliver pizzas in the cold even though you could’ve spent all night at the Agreste mansion where it’s warm and there’s food and good music. You always were the most selfless person and still, you outdo yourself every time and I find that so amazing about you. You’re truly amazing.”

Marinette’s smile turned into a grin so wide her face hurt and on instinct, she pressed her face against his shoulder. “You’re being too nice to me, Luka…”

“You’re one to talk,” he chuckled and laid a hand on top of her head to gently stroke her hair. If she were Lady Noire, she’d start purring right now. Without thinking too much about it she carefully raised her arms and wrapped them around his torso and huddled closer to him. They must’ve looked like a couple if anyone saw them, but she didn’t mind one bit. And judging by how Luka didn’t move away but instead rested his other arm on her shoulder, he maybe didn’t mind it either.

Her heart thundered in her chest, but despite that she felt at ease. Luka was the only one who hit that balance between the anxiety of having a crush and the comfort of a loved one.

“So… how can I repay the favor? Do you have something in mind?”

We could just stay like this.

“I can bike us to Adrien’s house and I’d still get to be at the party.”

Marinette froze. She had completely forgotten about the party, but at the mention of it she was reminded of the anxiety she had felt after the mistletoe incident. Oh no, she absolutely didn’t want to go back.

But on the other hand, she couldn't keep Luka from going if he wanted. That wouldn’t be fair to him.

She slightly pushed herself away from Luka. “I guess we can go back to the party. But…. uhm… okay, I thought of something. What if we make a stop at the Christmas market and you buy me hot chocolate?”

That seemed like a fair compromise. They could still hang out for a little while, just the two of them, kind of like a date, before they’d go back.

Luka tilted his head slightly and for a second she was afraid he’d ask any further questions, but then he just gave her a kind smile.

“Sure, let’s get some hot chocolate to warm us up.”

The bike ride to the Christmas market was rather quiet. Neither spoke much, Marinette just pressed herself against his back and enjoyed how close they were once again. The market was less full than Marinette had anticipated, which was honestly nice, because they didn’t have to wait long for their hot chocolates.

They walked around a little and enjoyed the decorations before sitting down on a bench sipping their drinks.

“It was a nice idea coming here.” Luka commented after a while. “I haven’t had time this December to go to the Christmas market at all.”

“Guess I made a good call then,” Marinette replied. They fell into conversation easily, talking about everything and nothing for a while.

At some point, little snowflakes were starting to descend to the ground.

“Oh, it’s snowing!” Marinette chimed. She looked around as the world around them slowly turned white. But when she looked back at Luka, who had little snowflakes hanging in his bangs making him look even prettier than he already was, he didn’t seem to listen to her. His gaze was fixated on something above them and when she followed his gaze her blood ran cold.

Just above their heads, a small mistletoe was proudly hanging from the tree.

Oh for fucks sake, how did she not notice this stupid thing earlier? Couldn’t they have sat on literally any other bench?

She looked back at Luka, who was staring back at her and even though Marinette’s heart made several excited jumps at the idea of kissing Luka, she didn’t want this. Not like this.

After a silence that started to stretch out for way too long, Marinette was the first to open her mouth. “Uhm… so—”

“We don’t have to,” Luka suddenly blurted out, then turned away and pressed his lips against his fist as if he regretted what he had just said.

Marinette felt a weird mix of hurt and relief. “Oh…”

“Sorry, that came out weird.” Luka shook his head. “Just… you looked a little horrified just now, so—”

“It’s not what you think, it’s just…I lied to you, something did happen at the party.”

Luka blinked at her and she couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“I didn’t just come to you to help you out, primarily I just wanted to desperately leave the party because of that stupid mistletoe that Alya placed there and then I was suddenly standing below it with Adrien of all people. It was most likely a scheme to get us back together, and it was so awkward—not that it would’ve been any less awkward with anyone else but still—and I panicked and pushed him and ran out into the garden and then I called you but I didn’t tell you because I felt stupid and—”

“Hey, hey, hey” he gently laid a hand on her shoulder. “Slow down and breathe, will you?”

He slowly moved his hand up and down, breathing together with her. It helped her calm down.

“So if I get this right, you left the party because you were trying to avoid Alya or Adrien again after this mistletoe situation?”

Marinette sighed. “I stood around outside for an eternity—without a jacket I might add. Please don’t scold me for that, Mylene and Tikki already did.”

Luka shook his head. “Okay, I won’t.”

“And then I thought I’d feel better if I called you and it worked. I didn’t plan to leave the party early, I thought maybe I’d calm down and then confront Alya and solve the issue by communicating with her, but… I left. Like a coward.”

“You’re not a coward,” Luka argued. “It’s completely understandable you’d want space from her afterwards. If she ruined the party for you like that, you have no obligation to stay. Or go back there for that matter.”

Marinette sighed. “But don’t you want to go?”

Luka shrugged. “I mean, I would’ve loved to be there, but… I don’t think I’d have a good time knowing that you’re uncomfortable there. Besides, it's only a matter of time before Adrien invites us over again, missing one party isn’t the end of the world.”

“Ugh, I’m frustrated with him as well.” Marinette crossed her arms before her chest. “I saw he wasn’t into it either, but he still didn’t protest. He just told me that we should get this done with.”

“Why does that not surprise me?” Luka commented. “Looks like he still has a hard time standing up for himself.”

“Yeah, and that just added pressure for me.”

"I had a feeling something was up when you called me earlier. You could’ve told me about it, you could never bother me with your problems. I’m a good listener and I’d do anything to cheer you up.”

“I know,” Marinette gave him a smile and poked his side. “I appreciate that you’re always there for me. And I’m sorry I didn’t say anything."

“Don’t apologize.” He stroked her hair again. Marinette could get used to this.

“It’s just… so stupid, you know? The whole tradition with the mistletoe in general. It’s just forcing two people to do something sort of intimate and special with each other, even if they might not want to. I don’t want to kiss Adrien because some stupid twigs said so. And it’s the same thing with you, I’d hate a forced kiss like that. I want you to kiss me because you want to kiss me and not because some ridiculous Christmas tradition told you to!”

Luka stared at her for a few seconds. The christmas lights reflected in his eyes and it looked like his cheeks were dusted with a subtle blush, which might’ve been because of the cold, but Marinette was pretty sure it wasn’t there before.

“So just so I get this right”—Luka scratched the back of his head—“You… want me to kiss you?”

Now it was Marinette’s turn to stare. She hadn’t… wait, she had said that . She had literally admitted that she wants Luka to kiss her!

Despite the cold, her cheeks were burning. “Oh, uh… I did say that, didn’t I?” she let out an awkward laugh and scratched her neck. “W-well, I… would you want to… kiss me?”

When she slowly looked up at him again, she was met with his beautiful eyes staring at her with so much adoration and maybe even longing. “Marinette, you’re the song in my head that plays on repeat, the clearest musical note, the sincerest melody. You have been that since day one, and you still are.” He carefully took her hands in his. “Those feelings never went away, and I don’t think they ever will. So yes, I would love to kiss you. If that’s truly what you want?”

Marinette held her breath and closed her eyes shut. “I want that.”

His lips tasted like hot chocolate when they carefully brushed against each other, and hers probably did as well. His breath felt hot against her face and despite the cold, her entire body felt like it was on fire. Careful hands cradled her cheeks and she grabbed his scarf to keep him close to her.

The kiss was sweet, full of feeling and when she pulled away he chased her lips for a fleeing second before his eyes fluttered open again. They held each other’s gazes for a few seconds before chuckling awkwardly.

“So… you said something about repaying me earlier? I have another idea how you can do that.”

“And what would that be?”

Instead of answering, she leaned in a second time, now with more confidence. Luka gently kissed her back with just as much confidence. They embraced each other tighter and when they pulled away again, Marinette saw the Christmas lights reflecting in Luka’s eyes like stars. His cheeks were red, whether due to the cold or the kiss she wasn’t sure, but the way he looked at her with so much adoration made her whole body feel weak. Her lips curled into a smile so big her face hurt.

“You have some more repaying to do.”

“You can just say you like kissing me.” Luka playfully rolled his eyes. “But I’ll admit, the feeling is mutual.”

Marinette leaned in a few more times, holding Luka's face with both her hands to keep him there. Kissing him was like heaven and she never wanted to stop doing it.

“You like kissing me that much?” Luka asked in between kisses, sounding a little cocky. Marinette grinned.

“No, it’s just your face is really warm,” she said sarcastically, causing them both to laugh.

“That’s mean,” he replied. “But… let’s say we moved somewhere warmer, like the house boat for example, and then we’ll have warm faces outside of kissing. Would you still want more kisses in that case?”

Marinette shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to find out.”

As soon as they reached the empty house boat, neither wasted any time. They made themselves comfortable on the couch and soon found themselves in a lazy make out session, forgetting the world around them.

[mystic-myrtille]

When you‘re love‘s so strong it sets the blueberry macarons on fire😂

… wait

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Question For...

Felinette Drabbles

(upcoming on Ao3, published on Patreon)

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Carapace: Anyways! [reaches for a piece of paper in the jar] I'll take the next one… “For Ladybug, did you ever learn to kiss on tomatoes?” Ladybug: What kind of stupid question is that?! And who cares anyway, even if I learned to kiss on cucumbers?! [Argos starts coughing] Carapace [slaps Argos on the back lightly]: You okay, dude? Argos: Yeah, yeah, I’m good… The air went in the wrong place… Rena Rouge [turns to Ladybug]: You didn’t really learn to kiss on cucumbers, girl, did you? Argos [under his breath]: I hope she did… Ladybug: Of course not, Rena! It was just a silly answer to a silly question... Argos [sighs in disappointment and looks at Ladybug]: You know, it's never too late to start practicing on cucumbers... [Ladybug looks at him for a long time without saying anything] Chat Noir [sits with a very thoughtful face]: There’s something fascinating about this idea with cucumbers... Viperion [blushes]: Next question, anyone?! [in high pitched voice]

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Maribat: Himbo Edition

by Izanae Summary: What's a summary? I think its when you add things. Words: 2588, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 45 of Izzy's Maribat, Part 10 of Daminette Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, DCU, Batman - All Media Types, Maribat - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M, Gen Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Félix Graham de Vanily, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, Max Kanté, Alya Césaire, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, oc lawyers, OC minor characters, Stephanie Brown, Barbara Gordon, Duke Thomas, Cassandra Cain, Félix Fathom Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Miraculous Characters & Himbo, Batfamily & Himbo, Luka Couffaine/Dick Grayson Additional Tags: Himbo Dick Grayson, Himbo Bruce Wayne, Himbo BatFamily, Himbo Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Himbo Miraculous Characters, Crack, I lost 10 IQ points just writing this, Author Is Sleep Deprived, himbos, Just lots of Himbos, Oh and sexism, theyre not this stupid I swear your honour via https://ift.tt/nWeoT3P

[lololsies]

i don't know what to expect from wishmaker but i am so fucking scared :D

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots" ch2 (MLB; Lukanette)

Notes: I was struggling with this one, guys. If I had just sat on the initial prompt it probably all could have gone up in one go, but after that month I was a little (lot) burnt out and kept building this up as more than it had to be? I kept thinking there needed to be some kind of big Plot & Substance, but sometimes you just need a little bit of shits and giggles, right? Anyway. I think it’s as done as it’s gonna get, at least for now. 🖤

Marinette had hated to leave practice, but to be fair…it wasn’t actually her band practicing. She could barely play a handful of notes on the flute, and she highly doubted a group as rock-n-roll as Kitty Section would be interested in having something as dorky as a flute in their band. So when her maman had texted her asking if she could come home early — along with an apology, but they had an unexpected rush, her papa was busy with a big order for the next day, and they could really use the help — well…it just seemed obvious.

She hadn’t missed the way Luka’s eyes had followed her as she grabbed her bag and rushed off with a harried excuse, but that was just Luka being Luka. He was kind like that. Still, she was sure Tikki would give her plenty of grief over it later.

Tikki was also kind like that.

Her bag had been left unattended and almost forgotten in the back of the house once she had gotten home. She had tossed it by the door that led up to their family flat as soon as she had run in, only sparing enough thought to make sure it was safely out of the way before grabbing her apron and moving to help her papa fill macarons.

[jennrypan]

"Alya/All of Marinettes friends forces her to do things she doesnt want to do!""

Cuz if they didnt push her to do shit she'll never god damn fucking do it cuz shes honestly kind of a spaz, and she rather avoid things then deal with it and obviously doing that never works in her favor cuz it leaves her to stress over it and then her anxiety spikes and then it makes her even MORE erratic.

With Adrien, she desperately wants to confess and her friends keep trying to help her cuz they know if they dont she'll NEVER do it and then she'll be understandably depressed about it, and with Luka she was deadass just gonna ignore him for who knows how long until they[the class] managed to get her to damn talk to him.

Like damn. Not everything is against Marinette, sometimes you gotta do shit you dont wanna do so you can THROUGH it and stop worrying, she worries too much and that makes her spiral and then she messes up a lot and then when she messes up she gets even more stressed. Its an unending cycle.

I think Class salt is ridiculously stupid cuz its ALLL by people who think Marinette is either this perfect child whos always being wronged by the people around her or its people thinking way too damn hard, like bruh. Marinettes not angsting about it, she could clearly stop them if she was truly that messed up about it but they give her enough confidence to AT LEAST attempt. Thats why Alya does that shit cuz she knows her bff wont even attempt if theres room to mess up.

[shima-draws]

Warmup doodleeeeeee

[theanxiouscupcake]

mlb fandom on instagram grates on my nerves so bad with their shitty takes and idk how to block the bad bits.

(will there ever be an end to this rage!?)

takes i’ve seen so far:

kagami deserves adrien more than marinette does (i’m not saying marinette deserves him more or anything, but on what grounds can you say kagami deserves him more??)

marinette’s crush is obsessive. (hate to break it to you but so is chat/adrien’s on ladybug...)

marinette deserves the isolation, her crush on adrien was creepy anyway (what le fuck, nothing excuses bullying, why do some people think marinette’s feelings for adrien are reason enough for her to be getting bullied or isolated!?)

adrien is spineless (he isn’t spineless he is a misinformed kid with a really shitty and abusive parent who has lead him to believe and constantly reaffirmed that confrontation doesn’t lead to anything good through his own actions. AND HE’S ONLY 15 FOR FUCKS SAKE)

marinette isn’t being a good friend to kagami. (EXCUSE ME? if anything i’d argue in the reverse because while it’s not wrong to try and date someone your friend is crushing on ( i mean i wouldn’t do it ever, because that shit hurts), there are better ways. i really didn’t like that she talked to ladybug about it but not to marinette. she should’ve talked to marinette, not seeking permission, of course not. but just talked about it. especially after the whole thing on the bridge. marinette isn’t a bad friend just for being hurt that the guy she has a crush on is on a date with someone else.)

kagami is being petty. (no? she’s just a kid who doesn’t do friendships and yeah, i do think she wasn’t being a very good friend to marinette (and not because she’s trying to date adrien, ok? people can date whoever the fuck they want) maybe she shouldn’t be upset that adrien wasn’t ready to kiss her, but they’re all kids man. yeah she should’ve been more... sensitive??? to marinette’s feelings, but it wasn’t her being petty, she doesn’t do friendships, she didn’t know better, ok.)

chat is harassing ladybug. (no he isn’t. chat is emulating anime which was his only exposure. he’s just a dumbass. yes he’s thrown a tantrum about his feelings not being reciprocated, but ladybug keeps him in line, and she clearly enjoys their banter and takes him down a notch whenever he goes overboard.) in conclusion, here’s one for the essay no one asked for:

all characters are flawed, literally none of them are perfect. not even adrien. neither marinette. nor alya, nino, kagami. that’s one of the things that makes the show so fun. they’re all dumbasses.

its ok to dislike characters, but when you do, keep out of the content related to said characters and don’t shit on content creators who do like them. 

some of my opinions, i know are conflicted and it is what it is. (yes, i like kagami’s character. no i don’t like adrigami. i also don’t like the whole deal with kagami-marinette right now, because in my honest opinion, if the writers wanted to have chat and marinette move on from their crushes, it shouldn’t have been to someone else, i am just not a fan of the idea that you just gotta have a crush on someone if not x person. it would’ve been better if they kept their romantic feelings aside to be a better friend to each without someone else entering the picture, be it for luka or marinette. *tells self to shut up because that’s another essay*)

ship and let ship. stay on your own ships if you don’t like someone else’s, no need to pro-actively try to sink their ship. (like. i’m not a fan of adrigami (for soooo many reasons, maybe i’ll do another essay no one asked for at some point), but its fine if you are, just don’t come onto my adrinette or lukanette content to start saying shit.) 

they’re just kids. 

but for real, if someone can tell me how i can get rid of the annoying ones on insta from my explore page, i’d be glad. [ blocking doesn’t work, i’m tryna get rid of a specific type of content, ya know? ]

[adrienscroissantx]

Ive seen aus where marinette is jagged stones niece and ive seen aus where luka is jagged stones son and ive decided to combine them (sorry lukanette shippers) and now marinette and luka are cousins.

[wasebasket]

uwu look mom i colored them @spacekardemomme uwu

[927roses-and-stuff]

LIKEKE

if Marinette goes back to liking Adrien in the next ep and completely forgetting about Luka, I will be so disappointed.

Like

GIRLLLLL

He likes you, you like him, why not take a chance and see if it’ll work?