This is sort of an introduction to me and what I do on this blog :)
My name on here is Anon-Rebel, but feel free to call me Rebbie! My pronouns are He/Him or They/Them. Either is fine, I don’t prefer one over the other!
I like writing one-shots and fluff, but I definitely want to expand my horizons and try new genres and lengths of stories!
My Ao3 account is Anon_Rebel so if you find it easier to read stories on there, I will be cross-posting!
Below the cut will be a master post of all my stories so far! I hope you enjoy! <3
Masterlist!
Used To It
A peaceful time on the boat for Luka and Marinette gets interrupted when a very flustered Juleka comes back home early.
Prickly Family
After getting engaged and moving in together, Luka thought they could finally live a normal life.
He should've known with his Couffaine Chaos and the havoc Marinette Dupain-Cheng always brought with her, that "normal" couldn't exist.
So why would he be shocked when his Fiancee was sitting in their living room watching a hedgehog run around the floor?
Utterly In Love
Luka shouldn't regret getting this job. He's doing this for Juleka's birthday gift. He's totally not embarrassed about wearing a pink cow mascot costume in public.
But Luka was okay suffering through it as long as no one saw him wearing it, especially not the girl he's in love with and her friends.
Yet when Rose draws said friends' attention to him, Luka finds himself regretting every decision he's ever made in life.
Meddling at the Liberty
After Juleka finds out about Luka's crush on Marinette. With the help of a couple of friends, she tries to finally get the two together.
It just so happens that she invited Marinette to the Liberty to hang out while Luka was home.
With Juleka's devious plans, will the two finally be able to confess to one another?
Heavy Rain, Warm Feelings
While being a superhero might seem amazing, for Marinette, it makes her life hard. She finds herself pulled thin and stressed out.
When patrolling one rainy day, Ladybug and Luka have a chat while getting soaked from the rain.
A quick talk with her boyfriend makes Marinette feel a lot less alone.
Of Pink Fairies and Teenage Boys CH. 1 2
Luka Couffaine was very stressed out. Lately, it seemed life was always against him.
Who would've thought that the one thing to calm him down was a magical pink being? It's Marinette's duty as a fairy to help Luka out! From helping him think about his future, to his family life, even to his love life, Marinette is there to help!
But his love life might prove to be complicated, seeing as the person he loves is not actually a person at all. The person may actually be a tiny fairy who he just met a couple of days ago...
Picking Out a Date
Marinette has no idea how to ask Luka out.
She can't help overthink it! So maybe it'll be easier to just blurt out and say the first thing that comes to mind.
Except she suggested 'Apple Picking' as a date, and his silence isn't easing her thoughts.
Late Night Talks
Luka and Marinette have been getting closer while talking on the phone for the past couple of nights.
While Luka tries to ignore his feelings for her, he finds it hard to hide his affection when he is utterly in love with everything she does.
When their conversation turns into something more romantic, what will happen to their relationship?
Something Simple
Luka is having trouble making music.
Nothing seems to be going right and he believes the issue is because he has a perfect life.
With a small talk from Marinette, he realizes that maybe the issue is simpler than he thought.
Thank you so much for reading! I hope this gives you a bit of an inside look at what I plan to do and a bit on who I am!
Did y'all hear about Paul Rudd being the Sexiest Man Alive this year? His reaction - and his wife's reaction - seemed like a fun plunny, that I set loose on the LBSCers for someone else to write.
...dammit, me.
Terri Sinclair liked to think of herself as a respectable journalist. Sure, she wrote for People magazine, not the New York Times, but she took her job seriously. She may be writing for housewives on their last straw instead of savvy business sorts (or, dare she say, intellectuals), but she was still writing. You may not get to meet the Pope writing for People (the closest she had come was a good six people back from the parade route during his last world tour), but you still met plenty of celebrities, and some of them had very interesting things to say about their humanitarian causes or pet projects. It wasn’t all tabloid gossip and recipes and Oprah’s Top Ten and which juice cleanse the Kardashians were endorsing this week.
Really, there were worse jobs. She could be writing for TMZ.
So when her boss called her in and announced that she’d be interviewing one Luke Stone for the cover of their Sexiest Man Alive issue, she’d actually been a little excited. She’d been a fan of Luke’s music for years now, and she’d heard that he’d recently gotten involved in a farm or something with sick animals or some crazy midlife crisis a celebrity like him (who had started young) was due for. There was the promise of an interesting story here, if she played her cards right. She might even get a scoop on the next album. At the least, People would have a very attractive – very sexy – man on their cover.
She eagerly accepted the assignment and set to work. A quick phone call to one Penny Rolling, co-founder of Rolling Stone Records and Luke Stone’s manager, found her with his contact information.
“From People?” Penny had asked, sounding surprised. “The American People?”
“Yes,” Terri said, nodding even though Penny couldn’t see her. “He’s actually been named our Sexiest Man Alive. We were hoping to break the news and get an interview.”
There was silence on the other end. Terri initially attributed it to a bad international connection. Then there was a snort. Followed by a snigger.
“…you know what, one second,” Penny said once she had regained her composure. “I’ll get you his private number.”
Which is what found her, a few minutes later, tapping her pen against her desk as she listened to the phone ring. And ring. And ring.
And go to voicemail.
It was a plain voicemail, one that was automated except for the recording of the owner saying “Luka Couffaine” and had her wondering if Ms. Rolling had given her the right number after all. She pursed her lips as she ended the call without leaving a message, double-checked the number, and tried again.
This time, a man answered on the fourth ring.
“Allo?” he asked in a grunting, disgruntled voice. Terri’s brow furrowed.
She had seen Luke Stone live quite a few times. She owned every album he had released, including the live one, and listened to them often. She had seen multiple interviews with the man. On one exciting occasion, she had been present at a charity event Jagged Stone had thrown and had even gotten to exchange a few words with the rock star. The man on the other end of the line…while French, did not sound like Luke Stone.
“Yes, hello,” Terri said, quickly realizing she had paused maybe a moment too long. “Is this…sorry. Is this Luke Stone?”
“…how did you get this…shit! Sorry, buddy,” the man started in English, his voice turning softer and a patting sounding from the other end as he switched back to French. When he next spoke, he sounded gruff again. But – as Terri only had a rudimentary grasp on the French language from high school and two semesters in college – thankfully back in English. “How did you get this number?”
“I’m sorry?” Terri asked, desperately attempting to regain her bearings. This was not going how she’d imagined it would – it wasn’t going like any of her interviews ever went.
“No one looking for Luke Stone has this number,” the man said. Her frown deepened.
“Is this Luke Stone, then?” she asked.
“Yes, and I’m in the middle of…how can I help you?” he asked with a weary sigh. He murmured something else in French, and Terri thought she heard a whinnying on the other end.
“I’m so sorry, sir!” she said, realizing too late that she was being very unprofessional. “Terri Sinclair, People magazine! I got your number from Penny Rolling, your manager? Are you familiar with our Sexiest Man Alive issue?”
“…I’m sorry?” he asked, still sounding annoyed but also confused. Terri tapped her pen faster.
“The Sexiest Man Alive. Every year, we choose a male celebrity we consider to be…well, the sexiest man alive,” she said. There was silence on the other end – except for the whinnying. “You know. Your dad – Jagged? – he won it a few years back? We do a big photoshoot and interview and –”
“I’m aware,” he said, voice clipped again. He still sounded annoyed, but it was more…exasperated. There was another grunt, followed by a muffled shouting in French. “I really don’t have time for this right now.”
“I…sorry?” she asked.
“Did Dingo put you up to this?” he asked. His next question was in French, and was simple enough that she was pretty sure she understood. “…wait. Ding, is that you?”
“I’m afraid I don’t know a ‘Dingo’, Mr. Stone,” she said. “We honestly do want you to be our Sexiest Man Alive. It’s not –”
“Very funny, assho – easy, Charlie! It’s almost over! Look, Mlle. Sinclair, I’m elbow-deep in a horse’s ass right now. I reallydon’t have time for you to take the piss, Ding,” Luke Stone said, and Terri’s eyes popped wide open at that. Elbow-deep in…? “So ha ha, very funny, thanks for the honor – but I’m busy.”
The call ended with a deafening click. Terri sat in her office chair, mystified.
"At sixteen years old, Rose is known in Paris not only for her carefree attitude and overwhelming positivity, but her gifted intuition. People from all walks of life reach out to her for the chance of booking a reading, whether through tea leaves or the beloved tarot deck she carries with her everywhere. What's more impressive is that she manages to keep up with it despite being busy with her work at a local flower shop, leading some to believe that she might be secretly stressed out. In actuality, Rose simply loves to help others, living happily in the present so as to not dwell on the future (or upcoming exams) like one might think of a clairvoyant witch.
Though, that's not to say that Rose is completely selfless. Unbeknownst to all but those close to her, she's not proficient in love readings merely for the sake of others."
Rose for Taking Shape, my lukanette Witch AU.
I’m ridiculously attached to her story so far. One of the funniest characters to write for sure!
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The LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:
1. “You’re gorgeous, talented, and way out of my league. Hell yeah, you scare me.”
2. The healer also needs healing. The planner also needs surprises. The giver also needs to receive. The thoughtful also needs to be thought of. The considerate also needs to be considered.
3. Kids doing stupid stuff to try and meet Ladybug
4. Painting toenails
5. Hand holding
6. Wildcard - pick any of the prompts available from our sister blog, @mlweeklyprompts, or any previous challenge prompt.
You have until Wednesday, November 17 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 sprint challenge 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.
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Living Arrangements
A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction
By Mintaka14
Chapter 1 – Moving In
The unwieldy cardboard box full of sewing supplies, with the Miracle Box carefully hidden in the middle of it, tipped in Marinette’s arms as she tried to manoeuvre it out of the van, and she let out a tiny shriek as it started sliding.
“Here, let me help you with that,” said a voice like honey and wine. A pair of lean hands with black fingernails caught it, and Marinette looked up into eyes as blue as the sea and deep with amusement under a sweep of blue-dyed hair.
“I’m guessing you’re Marinette,” he said. “I’m Luka. Juleka’s brother.”
Under the influence of those eyes, the precious box of dormant kwamis was forgotten for a moment. So this was her new housemate. Oh boy.
Okay, so this week’s prompts aren’t super spooky, but @bloody-writes made us such a beautiful banner that I couldn’t wait to use it. You can always make your prompt fills as spooky as you like, and we’ll brew up some spooky prompts on the discord for our next challenge!
LBSC Sprint Challenge is now open for writers and artists! The prompts are:
1. Sharing an 8am class and only seeing the other person when they’re both exhausted, and then seeing each other at a party and having a “oh no, they’re hot” moment.
2. “Do you not understand that I’m an idiot? It’s not like it’s a secret.”
3. Text Conversation: “I still love you. I never stopped.” “I can’t imagine a worse occasion to have to ask this but um who is this?”
4. Superheroes in winter gear
5. Matching onesies
6. Wildcard - pick any of the prompts available from our sister blog, @mlweeklyprompts, or any previous challenge prompt.
You have until Wednesday, October 20 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 sprint challenge 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.
MINIFIC: LBSC October 2021 Minific Challenge: 02: Tea (MLB/Lukanette/Winters)
Notes: For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October 2021 Minific Challenge. Day 2 (tea).
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October 02: Tea
Marinette rolled her eyes fondly as Luka placed the steaming cup of tea by her chair.
“You’re over-reacting,” she croaked, wincing at the way her voice scratched on the way out.
“You’re the one who ssssaid it would help,” he insisted. She raised an arm, wiggling the blanket he’d tucked around her, and lifted an eyebrow at him. His face flushed as he fussed with her tea. “You ssssaid you were cold.”
“…you’re worse than my mother,” she huffed, hunkering down into her rocker. He gave her a pointed look, and she sighed as she reached for the tea. Her eyes closed in bliss as she took a sip, the warmth filling her as it soothed her aching throat. “It’s just a cold, Luka. I’ll be fine. It happens every year the weather starts to change.”
“That doesn’t mean you have to ssssuffer because of it,” he said. He sat back on his coils and watched as she sipped her tea. “Can I get you anything elsssse?”
She hummed and sat her cup back on the little table beside her. Her knitting sat forgotten in a basket by her feet. She was just so tired. She turned towards him and smiled.
“Just…stay with me? Keep me company?” she asked. She sighed and sank lower in her chair. “I’m so sleepy.”
He glanced back towards his nest, thinking she’d be more comfortable curled in the enchanted blankets than she would be in the hard rocking chair.
“You should finish your tea,” he said. “Before it gets cold.”
I’m gonna try to participate in the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge this month! My prompt fills will all be either 50, 100, or 250 words and will be based on this prompt list.
Brief Wishmaker spoilers in this one (although it is only 50 words, so I do mean brief 😅)
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“My childhood dream was to be the knitting fairy,” Marinette said, giggling.
“I know.” He smiled involuntarily, remembering how cute she’d been as a fairy.
Her head cocked to the side and she frowned. It took him all of two horrific seconds to realize what he’d actually admitted to knowing.
MINIFIC: LBSC October 2021 Minific Challenge: 01: Pumpkin (MLB/Lukanette/Winters)
Notes: So this month @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing another minific challenge. And last month I was seriously considering it, aaaand then I got COVID and wasn’t really considering much of anything. 😬 I’ve been having a heck of a time writing anything lately (which…makes sense, given how sick I’ve been, but is still frustrating me to no ends). Anyway, I’m taking a crack at some of these in the hopes of getting something out. Using the Crowtober 2021 prompts, each prompt being (about) 250 words, aaaand for extra fun I’m setting these in the Winters ‘verse (during the fall before his first brumation, when the Misunderstanding first happened/Luka first moved in with Marinette). Rating subject to change, given…Winters. 😂
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October 01: Pumpkin
“Marinette!”
The young witch looked up from her garden, smiling at the sight of her naga friend emerging from the forest. She wiped some sweat from her brow before lifting her hand in a wave. By the time Luka reached her, he was chuckling.
“What?” she asked. Her cheeks warmed as he reached out and brushed some dirt from her forehead.
“You were not at the river,” he said. He turned towards the dirt she’d been digging in. “What are you doing?”
“Working in my garden,” she said. He raised his eyebrows.
“But your garden is in the back,” he said, referring to the vegetable garden she’d been tending to all summer.
“This is going to be a new garden,” she said. She held up a bag of seeds for him to inspect. “Pumpkins. The plants get pretty big, so I dug out a section just for them.”
“Pumpkins?” he asked. She hummed as she began planting the seeds in even rows. “What do you need pumpkins for?”
“Spells, lanterns, recipes…there’s lots of things I’ll use them for,” she said. She looked up with a grin. “Don’t the snakefolk carve pumpkins, Luka? For protection on Hallows Eve?”
He shook his head.
“I think that’s just a witch thing,” he said. “My sister has a wonderful soup recipe for pumpkin, though.”
“You’ll have to get it for me,” Marinette said. “I love pumpkin soup.”
“You could ask her yourself when you meet her,” he said absently, catching her by surprise.
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Thanks for your patience and good wishes friends, kiddo is doing much better today!
From @anon-rebel-writes: Something Simple
From @goldenlaurelleaveswrites: The Big Day - Sabine’s Big Day | Aurora
From @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers: Sprintiversary Sprint Challenge Works
From various authors: LBSC October 2021 Minific Challenge (this is ongoing throughout the month of October and open to anyone who wants to join in and contribute, see details here)
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I’m gonna try to participate in the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge this month! My prompt fills will all be either 50, 100, or 250 words and will be based on this prompt list.
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"And these are eyeballs," Juleka announced, brandishing the bowl covered with a towel.
The point of the party game was to guess what was really in the bowl by feel alone. But when Marinette reached in, grimacing, all she felt were small, round, slimy things sliding over her fingers and each other. Her mind provided the visual before she could help it and she withdrew her hand quickly.
"You have a guess?" Juleka asked. Her grin bared her costume fangs that looked a little too natural on her. Marinette only shook her head.
Luka was next. He plunged his hand in fearlessly and smirked at Marinette. "Definitely eyeballs," he said, then pulled one out and popped it in his mouth, chewing with relish. When Marinette stuck her tongue out in disgust, his shit-eating grin grew. "Delicious," he added, going in for another.
She turned away, trying not to gag. Luka chuckled and she felt his hand fall on her shoulder, squeezing gently to get her attention.
"Marinette, it's okay. They're just peeled grapes."
He was holding one in his hand, but the fleshy thing with veins and no skin still looked too close to a dismembered eye for comfort. Luka squeezed her shoulder again.
"Hey, you don't have to play anymore if you don't want to. I can talk to Jules, it's no big deal."
"No, no, it's fine… just…" She managed to take a deep breath and smile at him. "Promise me you won't eat any of the brains."
A tiny bit more of the room-mates fic, because I have zero self-restraint:
There was the thump of footsteps coming down the stairs, growing louder with each sullen thud. When Juleka emerged in the kitchen and glared at them, Luka silently handed her a steaming mug.
“The Couffaines are not morning people,” he told Marinette, as Juleka disappeared again without a word. “You’ll never see our Ma before midday.”
“But you were up,” she said.
“Ah, but I’m the black sheep of the family. And besides, I won’t really be functional for another few hours at least.”
