#we're a chance left untaken

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

I got this from you & a Nonny, so I'm just posting once 😂

(I'm also still kinda sick, so this may be all y'all get from me this week 😂)

In no particular order, and sticking mostly to recent ones because I don't want to go searching the Pit...

We're a Chance Left Untaken (And We'll Probably Always Be) I'm still just really proud of this fic? I still love the story, and I'm so proud of myself for wrapping it up in a month. Plus, we all know I love a good ghost story. 😁

A Winter's Fury I said what I said. I know I'm a proud member of the Murder Corner/Angst Attic, but this was the first time what I was writing really got to me, too? I know a lot of y'all still haven't forgiven me for this one, but that's part of why I'm so proud/fond of it. 🖤

Winter Cleaning Specifically the first chapter, but I still love the whole story. But it's that first chapter that always gets me: that moment of intimacy where she washes his hair, what it means to him and her not fully understanding that until later. That image of him leaning against the little tub just sticks with me.

A Soulmate's Silence It was a fun fic to work on, and that moment where Marinette realizes/Silencer takes over is still one of my favorite scenes I've written.

Hey Stupid There's so much going on with this fic and I just love it. I loved working on it. I still love rereading it. It's just an all-around fav. 🖤

(Sent it out to five, but if you've already gotten it don't feel pressured to do it again. Y'all know how out of it I've been the last week 😂)

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Unsent, to the guy I'm going out with this weekend and probably any other person I go out with before finding my person:

You have my on the edge of my seat for the first time in a long time

I'm leaning into it, though I know it's a wobbly chair

It probably only has three legs and a price tag of a few dimes

Might dine on some dinner or a body, but how much of my soul do you want to know?

How far into my mind will you go?

Still, I'm perched on the edge of this unsteady seat

Dipping my toes into a thrill, it already feels sweet

Only time will tell what's really in store

Ground shaken but untaken or left bruised and sore

A broken compass urges me to toe the line of doom

If this is some terrible error, let it be proved

I gravitate towards you like poverty to good people

and maybe, my investment will allow this chair to become a steeple

Will you simply play twisted limbo or find way to make this sweeter

I have convinced myself you're cute

and maybe the convincing is a bad thing

but one day I know it could be without hesitation and absolute

and it's got me thinking, maybe this is a ship worth sinking

or you know, maybe we'll meet up and it will suck

or maybe you're just a guy trying to fuck someone

I'll let you touch me, but not in any way that's very trusting

Not until you'd give up to sun to call me love

Dive into the cheesy thought that we didn't meet by chance and believe in romance

but for now, you have me sitting the edge of a shaky chair

Nothing is certain but I still hope to see you there

Anything that's worthwhile comes with fear

so I'll hold every moment I can close and dear

Embrace the fact that we're here

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 31/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: When I was still kicking around endings for this, there was an option where Marinette stayed dead, crossed over, and Luka was just sitting on the balcony, playing the most emo cover of “Rainbow Connection”  you have ever heard.  Aren’t we all glad I didn’t do that?   😂

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@writersmonth 2022 Prompts (mods I love you but I’m taking next year off 😂)

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 31: Rainbow

He looked up as the door to the bedroom opened, his fingers pausing on the strings of the banjo settled in his lap as Marinette walked out in her fuzzy pink towel.  She paused when she saw him watching her, a sleepy smile on her face.

“You’re home,” she said, coming over to him.  He set Steve aside, and before he could even turn back to face her she was in his lap.  Her arms wrapped around his neck, one of her hands slipping into his hair as she bent to kiss him.  He smiled against her lips and held her closer.  “I wasn’t expecting you until later.”

“We finished early.  I wanted to surprise you, but you were napping when I got in,” he said.  

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 20/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: Rating goes up for…well, Dingo.  😂  After the past few, this chapter kinda feels like that bit in Hamilton at the start of “The Election of 1800” where Jefferson and Maddison are like “Can we get back to politics?”  “PLEASE?”

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 20: Jealous

“…are you ok?” she asked around a giggle.  He glanced up from the first aid kit he had spread over the bathroom sink to see she was leaning against the doorframe, her hand fisted over her mouth and laughter dancing in her eyes.  She was biting down on a smile, and somehow that only made it sting worse.

“Most of it got on my cuff,” he said, looking back to the kit.

“You didn’t scream like most of it got on your cuff,” she said.  He rolled his eyes as he picked up the burn ointment.

“I did not scream,” he said.

“You’re right,” she agreed, snickering.  “You squealed.”

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 24/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: I swear I have a very clear plan for the next 2-3, and I know exactly how they need to play out, and it’s really just a matter of sitting down and getting the words out, buuuut our welcome back meeting is tomorrow and I have SUCH Creator’s ADHD today.  😂  (Type a hundred words, do a row of crochet, type another hundred, switch the laundry, fifty words, Mario Kart, more crochet…)

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@writersmonth 2022 Prompts

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 24: Bow/Fantasy AU

“Ok, which of one of you seriously un-rock-n-roll losers brought the phone in?!”

The recording booth had gone deadly silent at the buzzing.  Jagged didn’t have a lot of rules, but one he was hard and fast about was no phones in the booth, and some poor sod had just broken it.  Luka looked up, trying not to smile over his guitar as he looked around at the increasingly confused faces.  Jagged was pissed, ready to unleash untold levels of hell on whoever had violated the sanctity of the booth, as their bandmates continued to look around.  When no one immediately fessed up, Jagged stomped over to the couch and started rifling through the coats they had all dumped there about an hour ago when it hard started getting too hot.

It didn’t take long to find, as the phone in question was still buzzing.

…Luka’s stomach dropped when Jagged pulled said phone out of his pocket.  

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 1/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

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

Rating: T / PG-13 / Teen

Summary: Luka Couffaine has been on the road with his rock legend dad since he was seventeen.  Now at twenty-two, he moves back home with the hope of getting some stability in his life.  Too bad his new flat is haunted by a ghost who has more unfinished business than an aspiring composer with writer's block and daddy issues.  (…too bad the more he helps her the less he actually wants her to cross over.)

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Angst, Established Character Death, Canon Divergence.  Tags and rating subject to change as needed.

Ok so.  Here’s…here’s what’s going on here.  😂 August is @writersmonth, and LBSC is also doing a minific month (where one of the prompt lists suggested was the WM prompts).  About a week before August, Quick found this prompt about a ghost having lame/silly unfinished business and needing to find a medium willing to help them cross over without laughing.  We started spitballing, as we do, and like four of us walked away going “DAMMIT QUICK”.

So.  What I was attempting to do here was follow that initial prompt (Marinette is a ghost with unfinished business; Luka is a Seer trying to help her cross over) by writing 500-word minifics using the Writer’s Month 2022 prompts.  I had a feeling, from my notes on some of the prompts, that “mini” was going to be…subjective.  I was about 1.6k into the first prompt when I said “yeah screw that just write”.  I’m trying to keep these short, for my own sanity and the sake of finishing PH, but…the prompts.  The fic. These Eejits.  They do what they will.   😂 

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 01: Promise

Luka Couffaine was two the first time he saw a ghost – or at least the first time he remembers.  There had to be more before, ones that he couldn’t remember or had been too young to know what they were, like the time his Granny had told him spirits – wisps – used to dance above his Ma’s cradle.

“It’s how I knew,” Granny had laughed, wiping the smudge of flour from his nose as he helped her roll out shortbread.  “Yer Ma had the wind in her soul, b’y.  She’d follow the wisps anywhere.”

Neither Granny nor Ma had ever mentioned wisps dancing above his cradle, but his Seanair had always grumbled he’d seemed a bit touched as a bairn.  Crawling after things that weren’t there.  Babbling at the wall.

Luka didn’t remember, but he’d been a baby.  He was sure they’d been there, but the first one Luka remembered?  Himself, not from a family story?

He’d been two and standing on the orange stool the nurses had pulled up for other Siblings, his pudgy face and hands pressed to the glass of the nursery window.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 25/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: …my playlist for this fic has been all over the place anyway, but there is the STRANGEST mix of Lady A and Hadestown in my head right now.  😂

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@writersmonth 2022 Prompts

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 25: Lips/Underworld

Luka was supposed to be sewing.

And he was.  Or…he had been.  The white dress was still in his hands, the satiny, dark blue ribbon still pinned to the bodice and half-sewn on, but it had been a good two, three minutes since he had actually sewn anything.  He was…distracted.

Very distracted.

By Marinette.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 21/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: The other theme for today is “lost heir”, which I mistakenly typed as “lost hair” the other day, and really I should’ve run with that.  Dingo still forces Luka out of the flat, only instead of a date he takes him to shave his head.  Girls get breakup haircuts all the time, right?  😂

[EDIT] Sorry, fam, I don’t think I actually linked the chapter!  Should be fixed now!  😬

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 21: Pain

Half an hour later, Luka looked up from where he was reattaching the Rena Rouge doll’s eyes as Dingo closed the door.  He looked back at his project, careful with the glue gun to make sure he didn’t burn himself again, as Dingo sighed, walked back over, and dropped onto the floor beside him.  He felt like he should probably apologize, but nothing was keeping Dingo here.  And he should have asked first, not just…spring this on him.  The petty side of him wasn’t apologizing until Dingo did, and they both knew that would never happen.

“You could still go, you know,” Luka said, putting the gun down and pressing a finger over the eye to make sure it stuck.  “Nothing’s keeping you here.”

“Eh, it was a bad idea, anyway,” Dingo said, shrugging.  “I’ve seen the old sitcoms.  If you went, you’d be all mopey anyway, and then you’d end up with both girls.  They’d offer you a sympathy threesome, which you would turn down because you’re the wholesome one, and I’d still be out in the cold.  How fair would that be?”

“Sorry I’m such a buzzkill,” Luka snorted.  Dingo bumped their shoulders together and grinned.

“You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t, mate,” he said.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 28/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: …technically, this is NOT Friday night.  It’s veeeeery early Saturday morning.   😂  (I got most of this done before I left, and I’m still way too buzzed to sleep, so might as well get this up, right? 🖤🖤🖤)

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@writersmonth 2022 Prompts

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 28: Sugar / Going Inside a Book/Story

The screen showed…them.  As they were now, or maybe a little older.

Bunnix stepped back as he approached the wall, his hand shaking as it rose to hover before the window.  There was an infuriating, knowing little smile on her face, but she said nothing.  Luka was grateful for that.  His throat felt too tight to fight with her anymore.

They were at the bakery, a massive cake on the low table before them.  Marinette was wearing an apron, covered in icing and flour – there was even a smudge on her cheek, one he was leaning in to lick away as she laughed.  Beneath the dusting of flour – or maybe it was icing sugar – he could see a rosy blush on her cheeks.  In her hands was a piping bag – the bottom two tiers were already iced and she was working on the third – but on her hand…there was a silvery band on her hand, made of…were those guitar strings?  The ring was made of strings, threaded together and woven into a knot he knew well.

Granny had called it a unity knot – it was the same design woven into her and Seanair’s wedding bands.  It was the same knot woven into the band adorning his own ring finger, the one squeezing Marinette’s shoulder.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 19/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: I could barely keep my head up yesterday.  Dx Feeling a bit steadier today, so hopefully I’m on the mend?

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 19: Bubble/Single Parent(s)

Luka couldn’t sleep that night.

He laid in his bed, his arms folded behind his head, staring at the blades of the ceiling fan as they spun.  He couldn’t stop thinking about that moment under the bridge.  About the ice cream.

…about Marinette.

About a lot of things, really, but it was funny how they all kept circling back to her.

That place used to be so sacred to him.  His own little bubble he could escape to whenever everything else got to be too much.  And he loved his ma – he wouldn’t trade her or the way he grew up for anything – but…it was so easy for things to become Too Much around a personality as loud and vibrant as Anarka Couffaine.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 18/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: *would be screaming incoherently if she actually had the strength/voice for it*  Life doesn’t want this fic done on time 😩😩😩

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 18: Bridge/Secret Garden

The ice cream was gone by the time they reached the bridge.

“It wasn’t bad,” he said, tossing the end of the cone into a bush they were passing.  She was more stable now, and he enjoyed the roll of her eyes a little more than he probably should have.  He was half-expecting her to comment on his littering, though the cups André served his infamous ice cream in were edible. If some creature didn’t gobble it up first, it would decompose soon enough.  “I’ve had better, though,”

“You realize you just brought us back to the river, right?” she asked instead of answering, looking around.  She turned back to him with a frown.  “I thought we were going home, Luka.”

“We will,” he said, reaching out for her hand. She hesitated, and when her hand fisted at her side he sighed and shoved his back in his pockets.  “I wanted to show you something first.”

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 30/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: …ok see now I feel bad.😂  Y’all: “YESSSSSSSS WE’RE HERE BRING ON THE FLUFF!!!!!”  Me, knowing full well This Prompt/Chapter was still coming: “….er….”  Last heavy one I swear!  I said it was a speed run – we still have to deal with Shadowballs!

(That being said, I should probably warn for character death?  It’s the final fight, but none of the MCD sticks. We’re back to the fluff by next chapter. 😁 )

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 30: Loud / Prison

Everything was so loud.

Viperion could barely hear above the roaring in his ears, but he wasn’t sure if that was from the explosions in the distance or the concussion he’d suffered three resets ago.

“I told you to stay down!” Ladybug bit as he slumped back against the wall, groaning as he held his aching head.

“I wasn’t about to let him kill you again,” he groused.  Her lips pressed together in a thin line, but her hands were gentle as they batted his away.

“You stay out of sight, Vi,” she said firmly.  The hands in his hair, the thumb brushing against the cut on his forehead, were too tender compared to her sharp tone.  “That’s the only way this works.  You let me do my job, and you reset us when we need it.  If he sees you and takes you out first, then we really do have no hope.”

“Lady-” he started, but she cut him off with a harsh kiss.

“No buts,” she bit.  She gave him a moment to gather his wits, and then they were back at it.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 12/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: ...I’m afraid to say anything y’all gonna kill me 😂

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We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 12: Leak

“I didn’t want to believe it,” Juleka said, her fingers picking anxiously at the lace of the gloves she’d been wearing for as long as Luka could remember. He picked at the remnants of his noodles, nodding.  They had long since gone cold.  “I couldn’t believe it.  Marinette was the best of us, Lu.  She was…she was a supernova.  How could someone who burned so brightly just…disappear?”

“She didn’t disappear,” Luka said, his voice bitter.  He put the container down and pushed it away, folding his hands on the counter between them.  his finger flicked at his ring, spinning it.  “She was extinguished.”

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 16/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: There was a very specific point I wanted to make with this one – somewhere I needed to get for the rest of the fic to move forward – but getting there got bogged down with stuff from before, so I was struggling with what to include/how without throwing another 8k chapter at y’all.  I think I found a good balance?  I hope.  😂

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@writersmonth 2022 Prompts

We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 16: Shadows/Ancient Times

“Swirl it – swirl!”

“I am swirling!” he said, trying not to laugh as the batter plopped out of the piping bag and ran over the outline of the macaron shell printed on the mat.  When Marinette had first suggested the baking mats with the macaron templates printed on them, Luka had honestly been a little offended.  Three ‘ruined’ pans in, he was starting to see her point.  “Ok, that one was not my fault.  You’ve got me too tense.”

“This is hopeless,” Marinette sighed, dropping back onto the stool beside him – and then squeaking as she fell straight through to the floor.  He choked on a laugh, and she puffed out her cheeks as she glared at him.  “Don’t laugh at me!”

“I would never,” he chuckled as she pushed herself to her feet.

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FIC: We’re a Chance Left Untaken: 27/31 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: Ok, fam, let’s do this!!!  (I’m trying to wrap this up this weekend, but I do have tickets to an out of town concert Friday night, so I may or may not get anything up tomorrow.  If I wasn’t so excited about this show, I’d be more upset about that.  xD)

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 We’re a Chance Left Untaken (And We’ll Probably Always Be)

August 27: Car Shop

Luka wasn’t wasting any more time.

As soon as Su Han was gone, he pulled out his phone and called Juleka.  While he waited for her to answer, he sat at the counter and grabbed the pick necklace, taking the charm and twirling it between his fingers.  It wasn’t enough to relieve the tension bubbling below the surface – his foot still tapped anxiously against the stool.  When the call went to voicemail, he tried again.  When she still didn’t answer, he tried Rose instead.

Rose only had a few moments to spare, but that was all he needed for her to send him Alix’s phone number.