#lukanette endgame

[yan-san-yan]

🫧MERMAY LUKANETTE 🫧

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

[verfound]

FIC: Paris's Favorite Not-a-Couple (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Valentine 2025; 2/8)

Notes: I was going to stick to a weekly posting schedule, but when I split the fic up this ended up being the shortest chapter?  And I’ve had so much fun with this one, guys, and I’m so excited to get it out, so…hey, let’s do a Sunday update!  (Sunday’s probably going to be my posting day for this one.  It’s also one o’clock in the morning and totally Sunday already, right?  😝)

Also, Angie is the lovely @quickspinner s. We just kidnap borrow her from time to time as needs be…

Chapter 1

Chapter Two: Another Wee Ask…

There were three pictures online the next day.

Two of them talking and laughing over their lunch ‘date’.

And one of their parting hug, when he’d foregone the traditional bise for a lingering kiss that was definitely closer to her mouth than her cheek like than should have been.

 His lips still burned from it.

“You two are absolutely disgusting,” Juleka groaned that night while they waited for Rose to finish up dinner. He looked up from where he was playing with Angie in the living room, a frown on his face.

“That’s a horrible thing to say about your own daughter,” he said. He scooped the almost-year-old baby up off the playmat and held her up, pulling a pout when she giggled and swatted at his face. “Look at her: she’s an angel. How can your ma be so mean, huh, baby?” “Not you and Angie, dumbass, you and Marinette,” Juleka groused.

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Sprint Challenge January 2025

The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:

1. "You're going to be really successful, I need to marry you while I still have a shot." 2. In an attempt to get her to relax already, Luka gives Marinette a "Honey Don't" List. 3. Friends with benefits consequences 4. Who betrays you once, will betray you a thousand times. There is no need to drink the whole sea to realize it is salty. 5. A gives a not really encouraging, kind of insulting, completely unrehearsed pep talk. B: "That's your pep talk?" A: "...yeah, it's a little rough." B: "A little...as a friend, you are dead to me." (Leverage) 6. Wildcard - pick any previous challenge prompt, or play LBSC Smooch Roulette to generate a prompt!

You have until Wednesday, January 29 to complete your 3 15-minute sprints/45 minute art sprint and post the results. Once you’ve completed the sprints, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions and make it feel complete, and whatever work you feel appropriate to get your art to a state you consider ‘finished’).

Please note you may sprint in the language of your choice, and you can either translate the final fic before posting, post it in the original language, or both as you choose. You can join us on the LBSC discord or sprint on your own! Just be sure to tag @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers in your final post so we will see it and reblog it. The rest of the rules can be found here under the cut.

Rules!

We’ll post a beginning and end date to the challenge, and a prompt.

Writers, If you choose to participate in the event, write for that prompt in up to three 15 minute sprints. No writing outside the sprints until you have completed all three! After the 3 sprints are complete, you have 24 hours to edit (which can include some new writing to smooth transitions, etc). You can also choose to break that 45 minutes up differently if you find a different split works better for you.  After those 24 hours, post what you’ve got. Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on AO3 or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

Feel free to sprint in whatever language is most comfortable to you! You can post it in your own language or translate it before posting, or both!

Artists, you have 45 minutes to sketch and 24 hours to do any cleanup or coloring you’d like to complete. You can split your 45 minutes up however you like, or not at all. There’s no requirements on your finished piece, just aim for whatever goal seems challenging but achievable to you.  Tag your posts with @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers so we can reblog it to the LBSC blog. If you post your work on Instagram or somewhere other than Tumblr, you can leave a link in our ask box or in the appropriate discord channel so we can be sure to promote it. After the designated challenge end date, we’ll compile a listing of the submissions and post it to the LBSC blog.

If you’re wavering as to whether or not you think you can accomplish anything in 45 minutes, we really encourage you to give the challenge a try. You may be surprised what you can do! Feel free to join us in the discord linked above so we can encourage and cheer you on.

Obviously, this has to run a bit on the honor system and we won’t be tracking your times, but please do your best to honor the spirit of the challenge! If your sprint fic becomes an Entire Thing (these things happen sometimes) and you want to continue it, feel free! However, please still post whatever you’ve got after your 3 sprints with the tag. No fair busting out a fully polished fic or art without showing us what it looked like at the challenge stage!

We want to keep this a positive space and event! This does NOT mean that you can’t write or draw anything critical of a character or episode, but it isn’t the space for character bashing or hate either. Please keep the characters in character and save the more speculative work for another time. NSFW sprint works are permitted but must be tagged appropriately (please use “NSFW LBSC sprint challenge” for easy filtering on the blog) and with appropriate warnings.  (More FAQ about the process here)

This is a Lukanette blog and a Lukanette event, so while Lukanette does not need to be the main ship, it needs to at least be included or referenced and considered endgame (in other words, they don’t have to be together by the end of your work, but the intent is that they’re headed in that direction). The decision about what qualifies for reblog rests solely with the LBSC moderators. If a piece hasn’t been reblogged within a couple of days, either the mods felt the piece didn’t meet the criteria or it was simply missed; you are welcome to reach out in the asks to inquire which. There are plenty of other spaces out there for other ships and OT3s, and people are welcome to use the challenge rules and prompts to write for their own ships! They just won’t be reblogged to the LBSC blog, and we ask that you please not use the event tag (a modified form is fine - “InsertAlternateShipName sprint challenge” instead of “LBSC sprint challenge,” for example).

Happy sprinting!

[quickspinner]

(Sort of) Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

I started a new part time job in February and I'm still figuring out how to balance life, so between that and spring break...buckle up we got some catching up to do. 😂

What is the Weekly Roundup? | Previous Weekly Roundups

From @omnoramayday: Some Other Me Ch 1

From @verfound: Almost Perfect | Paris' Favorite Not-a-Couple Ch 8 (Complete!)

From @rierse: How to Become a Fairy

From @airi-p4: Wash out your mouths with soap and water

From @haphira: Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler Ch. 42

If I missed something that should be included, reblog, reply, DM, or drop the link in my asks and I’ll make sure it goes on next week’s roundup! If you prefer not to be included in these roundups for any reason please drop me a message, or if you post something that you would like to be sure I include, please drop a link in my asks and I’ll make sure it gets listed (Lukanette endgame only please - see what is the weekly roundupfor more details). If you want to be sure I’ve flagged your work for inclusion you can check the quickroundup tag on my blog to see what I’ve got in the queue for this week.

If you find something you like please like/reblog the original post to let the author know you enjoyed their work!

[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe Ch 20

[mystic-bookshelf]

Mistletoes are stupid, Ch. 1

AO3

This is my Secret Sant fic for the lovely @omnoramayday !! I'm so sorry this took so freaking long, Merry Christmas and a happy new Year!!

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…

If Marinette had known the night would turn out like this, she would‘ve never come to this stupid party.

But there she was, standing in the middle of the room, regretting just about every life decision she had ever made as Adrien stood in front of her, anxiously biting his lips. Behind her, Alya quietly chanted, “now kiss!“ sounding entirely too proud of herself.

Annoyed, Marinette turned around to see her equally too proud grin. „Why are you like this?“

„You‘re standing under the mistletoe.“ She shrugged. „And then everything will work out from there. Come on, it‘s your duty!“

Alya turned her friend around with a spin and gave her a little push, causing her to crash into Adrien. Luckily, he reacted quickly enough to catch her, holding her by the shoulders.

„Uhm… so…“ He probably would‘ve scratched his neck if he had a free hand. 

Please say no. Please say that you feel sick or something. Anything.

„Let‘s just get this over with, okay?“

„Are you kidding me?“ she hissed. Adrien just gave her a shrug and leaned in. „It can just be a peck, right?"

„I don‘t want that.“ Marinette pleaded and Adrien gave her an apologetic look. 

„But… we have to.” He sounded extremely nervous. “Lots of people are watching, we can’t just not do it?“

Things happened very quickly afterwards. Marinette didn‘t really fully register shoving Adrien away from her, or how Alya yelled something like “what in the world are you doing?”, or how she ran through the crowd, crashed into a few people on her way, mumbled apologies they probably didn‘t hear and only stopped when she reached the door and ran outside into the garden of the Agreste mansion.

Since Gabriel had been exposed as Monarch, he had lost custody over his son, amongst other things. Nathalie became his legal guardian, and as she wasn‘t controlling over him, Adrien used this new found freedom to have friends over at his mansion quite frequently. Nobody had been surprised when he had given out invitations to half of the school for a Christmas party.

Marinette had looked forward to it, like everyone else, but with her luck, she should‘ve known something like that would happen. She let out a sigh and leaned against the wall.

„Marinette, aren‘t you cold without a jacket?“

She looked up to see Mylene approach her, followed by Ivan. She gave the couple a weak smile and a shrug. „I‘ll manage.“

„You look… stressed.“ Ivan commented. „Did something happen?“

„Alya happened.“ she replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest. „And Adrien. And a mistletoe.“

Now that she thought about it, weren’t mistletoes so stupid? What did these dumb twigs think, trying to dictate who should make out with who? Oh, if only she could make a wish with her and Chat noirs miraculouses, she’d wish for the mistle toe tree to go extinct in exchange for some plant that didn’t force her to kiss other people.

Mylene and Ivan both looked at each other, then back at Marinette. Judging by their faces, they didn‘t need further explanation.

„I‘m sorry, Marinette. That must‘ve been… awkward.“ 

„Yeah well, I‘m no stranger to awkward situations. It’s kind of my trademark at this point.“ Marinette said. 

Mylene stepped closer to her and gave Marinette‘s shoulder a gentle squeeze, then running her hand up and down her arm. Marinette appreciated the gesture and gave her friend a warm smile.

„I sometimes have the feeling that Alya took our break-up with Adrien harder than me and him,“ She said after a while. 

Mylene chuckled. “Well, she was the most invested of all of us. You‘ve seen it yourself.”

“I know, and it’s not like I didn’t accept help at first. But now that we’re exes who’re finally at a point of being somewhat normal around each other, it’s just...” She looked up at the night sky, which was mostly covered with thick clouds. There were only a few small gaps through which some stars sparkled. “It’s just so embarrassing. And Alya doesn’t understand.”

“It’s none of her business,” Ivan commented. “She doesn’t have a right to meddle if you told her not to.”

“Well, I didn’t directly tell her that,” Marinette admitted. “I just assumed we’d be done with all that. I just want to do things on my own without any outside forces! I want things to happen naturally and confess my feelings on my own terms, is that really too much to ask for?”

Mylene and Ivan exchanged curious looks.

“... confess your feelings to who?”

Marinette's eyes grew wide and she clasped her hands over her mouth. 

“Who do you think she’s talking about,” Ivan laughed. “There’s only one person she could have a crush on.”

“I don’t have a crush on Luka!”

“... I didn’t say Luka’s name.”

Marinette groaned and hid her entirely too hot face in her hands. Ivan’s and Mylene’s chuckle made her wish the ground would just swallow her up.

“Don’t worry, we won’t tell Alya,” Mylene promised. “Or anyone else for that matter.”

Maybe she shouldn’t be surprised that Mylene and Ivan would know about her feelings for Luka. She was never exactly subtle about romantic feelings in general, and the increased hours she had hung out on the house boat, their constant flirting, their frequent one on one time probably have been strong indicators.

After her break-up with Adrien, he had been there to be a shoulder to cry on and cheer her up with pretty melodies on his guitar. That’s just the kind of guy he was. It was really only a matter of time before she developed feelings for him again. Or the ones she had in the past never really went away and just resurfaced, she wasn’t actually sure. Either way, she had hoped Luka would be there tonight, and her disappointment had been immeasurable when Juleka had told her that he couldn’t make it.

“I was actually hoping that I could maybe… work up the courage to…“ She shrugged. „It doesn‘t matter anyway, he‘s not here.”

Mylene sighed and squeezed Marinette’s shoulder gently. “I’m sure there’ll be other chances. You two see each other so often, I’m actually a little surprised nothing has happened yet. But… maybe we should go back inside, you’ll catch a cold.”

Marinette nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll be right there. Don’t tell Alya where to find me.”

Mylene and Ivan headed back inside while Marinette contemplated what to do now. 

Despite the shivering, she didn‘t make any moves to go back inside, which was arguably… no, definitely stupid. But as she thought about Alya trying to rope her into another dumb matchmaking scheme or the possibility of more awkward Adrien situations, she considered turning into a popsicle as the better choice.

The night could’ve been perfect. Luka would’ve been there, they would’ve talked and danced all night, they’d exchange gifts and then Marinette would’ve asked Luka out on a date. Maybe to go ice skating or grab a hot chocolate. But as always, destiny just had to be a bitch and have his work call him in to replace a sick coworker last minute.

„You‘re shivering, Marinette.“ Tikki flew out of her bag and floated in front of Marinette‘s face. „Shouldn‘t you at least grab your coat?“

“He‘s delivering Pizza, Tikki.“ She let out a frustrated groan. „Freaking Pizza. Pizza isn‘t even a good Christmas meal, who orders—“

“Do you remember last year when your mom accidentally burned the food?“ Tikki pointed out. “Didn’t you order food as well?”

Right, her maman had been visibly upset even long after they had eaten the takeout. Not even Ultimate mecha strike 3 had been able to cheer her up. 

So really, who was Marinette to judge?

Ugh, why was it so cold??

„Marinette, please just go inside.“ Tikki grabbed her finger and pulled her hand towards the door, but Marinette didn‘t move.

„I can‘t, Tikki…“

The small kwami shook her head. „Everything is so complicated with you humans...“

„I‘m sorry. I just don‘t know what to do,“ Marinette admitted. „If only Luka was here…“

„Then ask him what to do! I‘m sure he‘d also tell you to go inside!“ Tikki pinched her cheek. 

“I don’t want to bother him with my dumb problems,” Marinette protested, but if she were being honest, calling Luka didn’t sound like such a bad idea. Hearing his voice always made her feel better, and when Tikki fished the phone out of the bag, Marinette took it automatically. Her ice cold fingers moved extremely slowly over the touchscreen, but luckily, he was high up in her contact list. Tikki made herself comfortable on Marinette’s shoulder while she put the phone to her ear and waited a few seconds.

“Marinette?”

"Hey, Luka.”

“Hey you.” She could hear his smile through the phone. “What’s up?”

She already felt better. He had said five words with this low, smooth voice of his and Marinette’s lips already curled into a smile. 

“Just wanted to hear your voice and check in on you. I hope you‘re not too cold, are your clothes warm enough?“

On the other side of the line, she heard a low chuckle which sent a shiver down her spine. „It‘s super cold and I’m so tired, but I‘ll be fine. The gloves you made me last year are a life saver.“

„Oh, I‘m happy to hear that.”

“So how’s the party? Are you having a good time?” Luka asked. 

Marinette hit her lips. “Uhm…”

No, Alya almost made me kiss my ex and now I’m standing outside freezing, which is still better than going back inside to confront them…

“Well, it’s…”

Even though confronting Alya is the smarter choice? Just telling her off and hoping that the lesson would stick? But this could very well end in a blow-out fight and I don’t want to fight Alya over something stupid like that. She’s still my friend…

“You know…”

Alya didn’t have bad intentions, she just wants to help me. Even though I never asked for help… but still, intentions matter, don’t they?

Marinette bit her lips.

If only Adrien had said something, but he just can’t help but bend to everyone’s will…

It dawned on her how unbelievably pathetic this all was. She got confronted with one slightly uncomfortable thing, refused to deal with it in an effective way and instead ran away from her problems. Shouldn’t she be over this already? 

She felt how a lump was forming in her throat and her eyes became watery. God, this couldn’t possibly get worse…

“Marinette?” Luka’s voice sounded concerned.

Somehow, the words found a way past the lump and she could get out a weak “It’s fine.” which really only made matters worse, because if there was one thing she hated more than lying, it was lying to Luka specifically.

But she didn’t want to rant to him about what had just went down. It wasn‘t like he had a hard enough time with his delivery job, biking through the city for hours in this cold. Was it really necessary to bother him with her dumb problems as well? 

The phone remained quiet for a few more seconds.

“Is it?” Luka asked, clearly unconvinced.

„Uh… yeah, it’s—“

She suddenly has to sneeze.

„Marinette, are you outside? I mean, bless you, but… are you sure everything is okay?“

Then the tears streamed down her face. She put a hand over her mouth to keep herself from making any noises and confirming Luka’s suspicions.

“Marinette, you know you can talk to me…”

Maybe she should just hang up and pretend this conversation never happened.

No, that will make me look even more suspicious…

She rubbed the tears away from her face, which she could barely feel at this point, and cleared her voice a few times until she felt that her voice would sound somewhat normal again.

“Sorry. I’m probably just wasting your time by keeping you on the phone.”

“No, no, don‘t apologize.” Luka immediately replied. “It’s nice hearing your voice. Even though right now you really don’t sound too happy and I’m a little worried.”

“Sorry, I didn’t want you to worry.” Marinette sighed. “I just… I guess I just really miss you at this party.” That wasn’t a lie. 

On the other side of the line, Luka let out a long sigh. “Believe me, I’m just as bummed out. Hanging out with you is a thousand times better than delivering pizza, especially not that it’s so unbelievably cold.”

“Not to disrespect your boss, but screw him for making you work tonight,” Marinette said.

Luka let out a bitter laugh. “They needed someone to jump in. Trust me, I would love to bail if it didn’t mean I’d lose my job.”

If this was a comic, there would be a lightbulb glowing over Marinette’s head at this moment. 

Bailing… of course. He couldn’t bail from his job, but she on the other hand could totally bail from a party she didn’t want to be at anymore. No confrontation with Alya, no more awkward situations with Adrien, just her and Luka being together. Her heart sped up and she smiled. Why hadn’t she thought of that much sooner?

“Marinette, are you still there?”

“I am, I just… I have a surprise for you!”

“Oh?” Luka sounded surprised. “That’s sweet of you. Hopefully we’ll meet up soon, then.”

“Sooner than you might think, actually,” she chimed and before he could ask further questions, she said good-bye and hung up her phone. Tikki gave her a suspicious look. 

“What are you up to?”

“I’m done with the party,” Marinette said enthusiastically. “Instead, I’ll just pay Luka a visit and keep him company on his job!”

“What?” The kwami flew away from her holder’s shoulder and hovered in front of her face. “How are you planning to even find him? You didn’t ask him where he is and Paris is a huge city!”

“Oh, I think it’s rather easy when you can jump from rooftop to rooftop and get a look from above.” Marinette winked at Tikki. 

The kwami blinked a few times. “Are you aware that you'd be using your powers for selfish reasons?”

“Then how about I use that opportunity to do a quick patrol beforehand? I’ll check that there’s no akuma anywhere and after I confirm that, I’ll look for Luka.” Marinette folded her hands in front of her. “Please, Tikki. I know I’m being selfish, but… just this once will you let me use your powers like that?”

Tikki rubbed her chin as she considered her holder's words, then nodded. “Fine, I’ll allow it. Under one condition.”

“Anything.”

Tikki came closer to her ear. “Go inside and grab your coat first!”

[mystic-myrtille]

New chapter of my fic "The soulmate train" just dropped!

[trixxiephantomhive]

@celestiall0tus I hope you enjoy!!

This is for the LBSC valentine's Exchange, my prompt was Fantasy Lovers

[marble-tavern]

You Let Me Do This In Sweatpants???

Rating: General

Fandom: Miraculous

Pairing: Lukanette

Gifted to: @rierse

Summary:

Sometimes it took some convincing to get Marinette to put her work down long enough to eat. Luka is always willing to put in the effort though.

Ao3 Link

Tag list: @official-timari-server (Request to join)

*Shutterbug Station Submission*

Prompt: Convincing them to eat

Luka ran cold water into the cullender, shuffling the leaves with his hand cleaning them. He shook it out and set it on the side, continuing putting the ingredients into the lasagna. When he was done, he popped it in the oven and washed his hands, hanging up the tea towel on the oven handle and headed to check in the room next door.

He stuck his head in the room, scanning it until his eyes landed on the person he was looking for. He smiled gently as he saw Marinette crouched at the bottom of a gown, embroidering the bottom with elegant golden flowers on top of the white fabric it already was. He tapped on the skirting board with the heel of his foot, grabbing her attention to where he was leaning against the doorframe.

“Luka! Hi! Sorry, were you talking to me?” Marinette ran her hand through her hair, pushing it up out of her eyes and back.

Luka tilted his head slightly as his smile grew soft, “No, I just came to tell you dinner was in the oven.”

“Oh ok.”

Luka looked around the room. It was kind of a mess. There was fabrics everywhere, bits and pieces spread across every available surface whether for comparison or colour matching or left over bits and bobs discarded. There was lace here and there and needles pinned into random places, one even stuck into the wall.

He shook his head fondly as Marinette went back to her work. He wandered around the room, picking up pieces here and there and making the room a little bit more organized. Enough to be safe at least. Once he was done, he left her to continue in peace, heading back to the kitchen and pulled out pie crust, chocolate pudding mix, and a medium sized pot. He set the pudding on the stove and went about making a chocolate cream pie. He put it in the freezer, knowing that they’d have to eat it a bit after dinner if they wanted it to be cold enough, and checked on dinner. He smiled and pulled out the lasagna, going about setting the table up for two.

Once he thought it was sufficient enough, he returned to Mari’s work room. He made sure his steps were heavier and knocked on the door frame so she wouldn’t be startled. As much at least. She still jumped and looked up at him which made him smile. She had pulled her hair up into a bun which reminded him vaguely of her hero form with the mouse miraculous. Multimouse certainly rated high on Luka’s “Marinette’s cutest looks” list. The space buns were absolutely precious.

“Dinner’s ready,” he spoke gently as he walked over, admiring the work she’d gotten done.

“I’m almost done,” Marinette turned back to her work even though Luka was right next to her, and she knew that he could see she was only just halfway through this.

“It’ll get cold.”

“I can nuke it.”

“Microwaved food isn’t as good as just out of the oven.”

“I’m almost done though,” She finally looked up at him, giving the blue haired boy the best pout she could muster.

“We both know that’s not true.”

Marinette’s shoulders dropped as she ducked her head.

Luka knelt down, bringing a hand to her chin gently pushing it up so their eyes met. He leaned forward until their lips pressed together in a soft kiss. He lingered for a moment before moving up to press one to her nose then her forehead then took her hands in his and brought them to her face and gave each back a kiss.

“Come. Take a break. For me?”

“You don’t play fair,” Marinette whispered, as if speaking louder would shatter the moment like glass.

“If it convinces you to care for yourself,” Luka matched her volume as he released one of her hands to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and pressing his palm to her cheek which she leant into, “I’d cheat every time.”

“That’s not very heroic of you.”

“I never claimed to be a hero.”

She pressed her lips to his once more, pulling away and looking intently into his eyes, “you didn’t have to. You prove it every day.”

Luka’s heart pattered harshly in his chest in a way that spread warmth from his cheeks to the tips of his fingers, a tingly feeling lighting him up and infecting his face and his head was fuzzy in what could only be described as love.

As cliche as it was, he fell in love with her more every day and he hoped- no… he knew he would never lose that feeling.

“Come,” a simple demand as he stood, pulling her up with him.

There was no protest this time, much to his delight as he led her out of the room, she had holed herself into all day long. And when she emerged, he grinned widely as her breath caught in her throat, a gasp exhaled past her lips.

“Luka…”

The dining table had candles set up lighting the room in a dim, homely light. The lasagna was presented on their best plates with a glass of white wine to pair with it, the bottle sitting in the middle of the table with the extra food. Red rose petals were spread across the floor and a vase also sat in the middle of the table with full ones. Nine roses in full bloom, a royal purple.

“There’s dessert in the freezer too. Your favorite,” Luka whispered into her ear as he pressed her into his side, arms wrapping behind her and situating themselves on her waist.

“Luka…” Marinette breathed, looking up at him. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, my Melody?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Just like you,” he pressed a kiss to her head.

He was surprised when she suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and hands waving around frantically, “I can’t be here!”

“Why not?” the blue haired boy asked calmly. He was knowledgeable enough of her freak outs to know that she was not freaking out due to something he did wrong, but something she thinks is wrong with her.

“Look at me! I’m a mess!”

He shook his head in fond exasperation as he looked at her. She continued ranting, arms waving wildly, eyes wide, body swaying with her freak out. The way her hair stuck up in odd places, the way her eyes reflected the candlelight so beautifully, the way she was so worried about how she looked because she couldn’t see how perfect she was in his eyes.

“Marinette.”

“And don’t even get me started on…”

“Marinette,” he called again.

Marinette finally stopped, looking towards him. He kept up his smile as he slowly approached. He bent down, getting down on one knee and watching as her eyes lit up frantic for a completely different reason.

“My Melody, will you marry me?”

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Extra:

"I cannot believe you proposed to me while I was in sweatpants."

"I can."

Marinette scoffed, "Why? Because I'm beautiful no matter what?"

"Precisely."

Marinette ducked her head as she tried to repress her smile, "Sap."

"For you? Always."

[nerdypanda3126]

I'll Keep You Warm

Merry Christmas @omnoramayday! I'm your @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Secret Santa 😁🎅

I used the prompt you provided of: "Playing in the snow when Luka tackles Marinette/Marinette trips into Luka and they fall to the ground. They have pink cheeks and snow in their hair and they're staring at each other." which was so incredibly cute and I knew I had to use that one. Hope you like it!

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Marinette shivered and clutched her backpack tighter as she exited Collège Françoise Dupont. It had seemed beautiful and sunny out all day, but during her last class a chill had crept in and a biting wind had picked up. She was thankful she’d at least worn a sweater that day, but she was still planning on speed walking most of the way home. 

That is, until she saw a familiar mop of blue-tinted hair leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for Juleka, and she couldn’t help her smile as she bounded down to greet him. Luka always made her feel warmer, for some reason. He’d been showing up more and more to meet Juleka after school and walk home with her, but Marinette was still excited to see him every time.

“Luka!” she exclaimed breathlessly when she’d made it to the bottom. He turned and smiled when he saw her, which made her cheeks flush with welcome heat. His smile twitched downwards, though, when he scanned over her outfit. 

“Why don’t you have a jacket?” he asked, with concern coloring his tone. “It’s freezing out here and it smells like snow.”

She stopped to look at him curiously. “It smells like snow?” 

He only nodded, and before she could protest, he’d pulled off his own jacket and draped it around her shoulders. For good measure, he fluffed the hood out and tucked it around her neck. She didn’t know what snow smelled like, but at the moment she didn’t really care because Luka’s jacket smelled just like him and her face felt like it was about to spontaneously combust. His hand drew across her cheek as he pulled away, and he had a soft little smile on his face as he admired his handiwork. 

“You can’t possibly smell snow,” she tried to recover, lamely, as she shoved her hands through the sleeves, accepting his gift. 

He hummed in thought and looked up at the clear sky, with just a few wisps of gray clouds starting to gather. “It’s like rain,” he mused aloud, “like that same smell, but crisper and colder.” 

“Don’t argue with him,” Juleka muttered as she appeared beside Marinette. It made Marinette jump a little, but she was starting to get used to Juleka’s quiet way of walking up. “Just bring gloves to practice today.” 

“And a hat, at least,” Luka added. As the two of them started to walk away, Marinette went to take his jacket off to return it to him, but he waved her off. “See you later,” he reminded her. 

It was only after they left that Marinette felt the cold creeping in again, but as she pulled Luka’s jacket tighter around herself, she remembered the feeling of the back of his fingers lightly trailing along her cheek, and her whole walk home was very, very warm. 

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By the time Kitty Section practice came around, they were forced to meet down in the hold because the temperature had definitely dipped below freezing. Marinette rubbed her hands together for what felt like the thousandth time and thanked Juleka silently for her recommendation to wear gloves. The boat was cold in most circumstances, let alone with the temperature dropping so rapidly. She was missing Luka’s jacket, though, which she’d given back as soon as she stepped on deck. Luka tried to tell her to keep it for practice, but she insisted she’d forget to give it back if she didn’t get it back to him right away. 

Although since she’d worn his jacket there, she was now shivering in just her sweater again and the only “gloves” she’d had on hand at the time were a pair of mittens, which made it extraordinarily difficult to sketch. Every so often she’d get too frustrated and rip them off, only to deal with the consequences of freezing, trembling fingers until she was forced to put them back on. 

It was slow going. 

On one of those instances, Luka unslung his guitar, unofficially announcing a break, and he came over to sit by her. Without saying anything, he took her frozen hands between his and gently blew warm air on her fingertips. 

“How’s the sketch going?” he asked. 

She glared at the patchy, faint, unrealized lines on the pages of her sketchbook. It wasn’t exactly the book’s fault that she was feeling so inspired and couldn’t get anything to work, but she still felt like blaming the paper would somehow help. 

“It’s not, really,” she admitted. She couldn’t help her frustrated little huff. “If it just snowed, I wouldn’t mind it being so cold.” 

He chuckled. “It will,” he said calmly, and blew on her fingers again. She wiggled them to see if any feeling was coming back. No such luck. They were still stiff and a little numb.

She couldn’t help her skepticism. “Because you can smell it?” 

He only hummed to confirm, but since her fingertips were so close to his lips, she could feel the vibration and it made her shiver. 

“Not helping?” he asked. 

Before she could protest, he pulled away, but in the next second his jacket was back around her shoulders and any kind of protest died on her lips. What came out of her instead was, “Won’t you be cold?” 

He shook his head, then smiled at her, the same way he had earlier, like he liked seeing his jacket tucked around her, and she felt what was becoming a familiar flush of heat creep its way up to her cheeks.

“I’m always warm around you, Marinette,” he admitted quietly. 

She opened and closed her mouth several times, but nothing came out in response. Luka looked over his shoulder and said something to Juleka, gave Marinette one more soft smile, then went back to playing like he hadn’t just made her heart start pounding in her ears and left butterflies fluttering in her stomach. 

She gave up on sketching anything useful for the rest of the time and instead let her hands wander over the page aimlessly as she tried to get her mind to focus on words. She wished she could disappear somewhere and talk through what just happened with Tikki, but the only place to go was above deck, which would take her further away from Luka and out into the bitter cold, and those were the last places she wanted to be. 

“You make me feel warm, too,” wasn’t right, but neither was an outright, “I love you.” She bit her lip as she thought. He made this seem so easy, every time he did it, and she couldn’t even tell him how much she loved that he’d given her his jacket, not once, but twice today just to make sure she stayed warm. Or that his words made her feel warmer than his jacket ever could. Or that she wished she could just always be around him because then she felt like she’d never be cold again. 

Practice was over all too soon, and she still didn’t know what to say to him. As a group, they trudged back up the stairs, arguing about chords and lyrics, complaining that they had to walk home in the cold, and already shivering as the wind started nipping at their noses.

But when they got on deck, they all stopped to gasp.

Little bits of white fluff were gently cascading down from the sky, coating the deck in what looked like white, sparkling icing. 

Marinette turned to Luka, shocked, and he was just smiling back at her, knowing he’d been proven right but not feeling the need to rub it in. She turned back to watch the snow fall, wrapped his jacket tighter around herself, and tugged the sleeves down over her mittens, flipping the hood up for good measure over the hat he’d warned her to bring. 

Rose was the first one to break the silence they’d fallen into when she squealed with delight and grabbed Juleka’s hands to spin her around the deck. Ivan stood stoically nearby, but Marinette had a feeling he was wishing Mylène was there so he could wrap an arm around her. 

To her surprise, a familiar warm hand closed around hers. She blushed up at Luka and he was still smiling at her in that same, soft way. He gestured with his head to the deck as if asking her to join in. With another glance upwards at the glittery falling snow, and then at Rose and Juleka laughing as they danced in it, she smiled back at Luka and nodded.

Although she’d unfortunately forgotten to factor in how incredibly clumsy she was. 

As soon as she took an enthusiastic step forwards to follow Luka, her foot slipped out from under her and she gripped Luka’s hand even harder as she flailed to try to keep her balance, which only ended up yanking him down with her in a completely ungraceful tangle of arms and legs and a little puff of white snow as they hit the deck together. 

Luka had somehow managed to twist underneath her, softening the blow for her, but that meant…

She was nose to nose with him, with his arm around her and her hand on his chest and there were snowflakes melting in his hair and dusting his eyelashes and his cheeks were pink from the cold and in that moment, she swore he looked like some kind of angel. 

She let the feeling carry her forwards to close the last little bit of distance between them, pressing her lips to his shyly in what could’ve been mistaken for a stray snowflake, it was so light and tentative. 

Luka didn’t miss it, though. His eyes widened and his arm around her tightened as he returned the gesture, the lightest of touches of his warm lips against hers. It made her feel braver than her Ladybug suit ever did, and she dared to try it again, more firm, more sure, trying to tell him everything she hadn’t been able to figure out how to say. 

His other arm wrapped around her waist as he held her there, kissing her back on the snow-encrusted deck of the Liberty as more snow kept falling on them. 

She’d hardly noticed she was shivering, but then, Luka was, too. It forced them apart and as they got to their feet, they both seemed to remember at the same time that they hadn’t been alone on the ship. Although, it didn't seem like time had stopped for anyone else like it had for them just now. Thankfully, Rose and Juleka were still dancing, oblivious, it seemed, to what had just happened, although Marinette thought there was an extra twinkle of romance in Rose’s eyes when she glanced their way. Ivan glanced their way, too, but only nodded once, smiling, and lumbered off. 

Luka had helped her up, and his hand was still somehow around hers. They were both still shivering, his cheeks were as pink as hers were flushed, his jacket was still around her shoulders, and the snow was still gently falling all around them, but as they stared at each other, smiling and breathless and warm, Marinette knew that she’d never be cold again.

[yan-san-yan]

Adrien also wants a hug from his very good friend 🥲

I might make an AU based on this 🎶

[verfound]

FIC: "Almost Perfect" (MLB; Lukanette)

Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: General

Summary: Luka and Marinette had the perfect first date.  Well…almost.  There was one thing that could have made it better…

Author’s Notes/Warnings: @airi-p4 dropped this prompt, and it’s not quite what she was asking for but…it kept the spirit?

“Almost Perfect”

“I had a great time tonight,” she said as they approached the bakery’s back door.  The front was dark – as it should be, what with how…not late, but later than her parents would be up considering they had work the next day.  Later than she would be up herself, if tomorrow was a school day.

Not so late for a Saturday, though, and definitely not so late that her parents would worry.  Luka had been a perfect gentleman all night, getting her home well before the midnight curfew her parents had set.

���It’s a date, mon choux!” her papa laughed as he slapped some dough against the table.  “I think you can stay out a bit later than usual, don’t you?”

…she had wondered, quite a few times that week, if her parents were maybe more excited about the date than she was.  (And she had been very excited, when he had finally asked.)

[lovebugs-and-snakecharmers]

LBSC Lukanette Month September 2024 Works

From @rierse: The Dating Manual

From @verfound:

Who Weaves Fate's Fate?

That Time Xuppu Broke the Chair

It's a Good Day

A Good Surprise

Love is a Star

I Have Your...Cake

Luka's Secret

Mellie's Halloween Costume

A Port in the Storm

An End of Days

What Happens Now

Stop It

Cookie Teeth

Of Lost Luggage, Shirts, and Other Things

Of Found Things and Mme. Stones

Scales are for Adornment

A Story for the Kids

Luka's New Bike

When Did You Get THAT?

Shut Up. I Love You.

The Dorm

Of Suitable Proposals

So About That Piercing…

Mellie's New Friend

The Rain had Other Ideas

Of (Maybe, Finally) a Wedding

Of Kwamis, Soulmates, and Idiots

She Didn't Want That Day

Still You

One More Day

[quickspinner]

Weekly Lukanette Link Roundup

What is the Weekly Roundup? | Previous Weekly Roundups

From @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers: Secret Admirer Exchange 2025 (I'll be getting the compilation post up this weekend but for now check out the works in the tag!)

From @airi-p4: From Above the Stars Ch 13 | Miraculous Escape Ch 7

From @alwaysawkwardd: Broken Melody Ch 38 (COMPLETE!! YAY AWKWARD)

From @haphira: Miraculous Ladybug and the Valiant Annuler Ch 40 | Ch 41

From @verfound: Buttercream Bangers

If I missed something that should be included, reblog, reply, DM, or drop the link in my asks and I’ll make sure it goes on next week’s roundup! If you prefer not to be included in these roundups for any reason please drop me a message, or if you post something that you would like to be sure I include, please drop a link in my asks and I’ll make sure it gets listed (Lukanette endgame only please - see what is the weekly roundupfor more details). If you want to be sure I’ve flagged your work for inclusion you can check the quickroundup tag on my blog to see what I’ve got in the queue for this week.

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[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

Juleka vs. The Forces of the Universe

Ch 18 Juleka vs. the Forces of the School Dance ii

Hello everyone! Thanks for your patience while I finished up this chapter! And thank you for all the kind and lovely comments on the previous chapter! I hope you all enjoy the chapter 💖💖💖

[stardust-blossom]

The music that was finally complete

Marinette was over the moon when she realized that Luka, actually loved her for who she was, not just her alter ego, Ladybug. She had been struggling with her feelings for Adrien for weeks, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't seem to shake off the feeling that he only saw her as a friend.

As the weeks went by, Marinette found herself spending more and more time with Luka, and the more she got to know him, the more she realized that he was the perfect guy for her. He was kind, funny, and most importantly, he didn't make her feel like she was hiding behind a mask.

One day, as they were walking through the park, Luka took her hand and looked into her eyes. "Marinette, I have something important to tell you," he said, his voice trembling with nervousness. "I know this may come as a surprise, but I have to tell you, marinette, is it ok if we can be in a relationship

Marinette's heart skipped a beat as she looked into his eyes, her heart racing with excitement. She had been waiting for this moment for so long, and finally, she had found someone who loved her for who she truly was. "Luka, I would love too," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

As they hugged each other tightly, Marinette knew that she had finally found her happily ever after. She no longer had to pretend to be someone she wasn't, and she could be herself, flaws and all, with Luka by her side. She was finally free to be the real Marinette, and it felt amazing.

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