From the Mind of Maman Abeille

A collection of writings that are most likely cross posted to ff.n and ao3.

[mamanabeille]

WIP Wednesday 06.16.21

I haven’t written anything since the last sprint fic challenge I did, so here’s a little bit of Vibe Check (hockey!Luka).  Maybe it will give me inspiration to actually work on it again. 

“So are we dating still?” Luka asks her once they are far enough away from the others to not be heard.  He doesn’t sound annoyed or angry, which she is thankful for. 

“It’s up to you.  Rose mentioned that it would be much easier for you to cover for practices and games now that we are dating because you could just say you were with me and it wouldn’t be a lie since I would be there too.” She avoids eye contact for most of her explanation, twiddling with her fingers instead.  “But I guess you’ve been doing okay with that on your own since I had no idea and you’re my best friend.” 

Luka grins at her words, shaking his head and reaching for her hand.  “You’re my best friend too, Nette, which is exactly why I can’t ask you to do that even if it would be helpful.  That’s not fair to you.” 

Marinette looks down at their hands.  It’s not unusual for them to share physical affection.  They’ve known each other for over ten years so it’s become a bit of second nature for them to hug or lean against one another when watching TV, but there’s something about seeing his strong hand, calloused from playing guitar in nearly every waking moment- and playing hockey, she now knows- wrapped around her tiny pin pricked covered hand that sends butterflies to her stomach.  “I don’t mind,” she sputters out quickly once she regains her composure.  “I’d like to come to more of your paraces and see your games, if you are okay with that.” 

Luka is silent for a moment, leaving Marinette nervously wondering what he’s thinking.  She isn’t exactly sure why she’s nervous- it’s not as if is asking him out for real.  He’s her best friend.  That would be weird… wouldn’t it?  She pushes the thought to the back of her mind when she realizes Luka is speaking again. 

“You’re sure? It would be nice to have you cheering me on at games.  It’s just Ma and the girls right now and Ma can’t always make it.  Remy would finally stop trying to set me up with his endless amount of cousins too,” Luka thinks aloud, something Juleka has told her he only does with Marinette.   “Just let me know if you want to stop?” 

“You too,” Marinette nods, and Luka intertwines their fingers and leads them back to the other three who are still waiting by the bleachers. 

Rose smiles at them as they near. 

“Trouble in paradise,” Remy asks, quirking up his eyebrows. 

“In spite of you trying your hardest, no.  We are great.” Luka throws him a glare, but Remy just shrugs and chuckles “ Good to hear.  I was only trying to help impress her.”

Luka opens his mouth to respond, but Marintete cuts him off before the words are out of his mouth. “It’s hard to know him for as long as I have and not be impressed.”

The blue haired teen looks down at her and beams, giving her hand a little squeeze.  “Thanks,” he whispers.  She nods a little ‘mmhm’.  Luka glances at the clock.  “If we are going to make it to family dinner on time, we should get going.  I still have to shower.  You taking the subway with us Rembrandt?” 

Remy makes a face at the use of his full given name. 

“Rembrandt?” Marinette questions, trying to hide a little giggle. 

Luka laughs, “Oh it gets better.  Rembrandt Remington Remond.” 

Remy glares at him with a groan and starts into what is clearly a well rehearsed and frequently told explanation. “Dad lost a bet. Maman was fast asleep so Dad filled out the hospital paperwork. She was livid when she woke up.  Da d only laughed it off and told her well at least he’ll be called Remy like you wanted. IT’s almost as bad as Sal.  He’s Sylvestre Sylvestre Sylvestre.  Our dads are best friends. You’d think Uncle Sal would have known better to take the same bet.” 

“You’re not serious.” 

“Sadly he is,” Rose chuckled.  “He and Juleka went out on a few dates.  His dad has his birth certificate framed in the living room.” 

“Ew.  Don’t remind me,” Juleka groans, burning her face into her girlfriend’s neck. “Don’t we have to go?  Lulu stinks.” 

“Oh I stink? Really?” Luka laughs, releasing Marinette’s hand so he can engulf his sister into a bear hug. 

Juleka shrieks and Rose laughs, running to Marinette’s side to escape Luka’s stench. “Okay. Okay.  Let’s go. You coming Remy?” 

“Nah.  Enjoy dinner with the Dupain-Chengs.” Marinette looks at him surprised.  “What?” he chuckles, returning her words to her.  “You think I can play with this guy as long as I have and not know about family dinners or the ‘amazing girl’ Marinette.  You should have heard the declarations of ‘about time’ and sighs of relief when we saw you at the beginning of practice.  We’ve been rooting for you and our boy for years.”  He checks his phone quickly after it dings.  “Ride’s here.  Gotta go.  The point is, the whole team is happy for you.” 

Marintte flashes a deep red as he leaves.  Luka coughs, usher them out the doors as well, hoping to hide his own blush.

[mlweeklyprompts]

Topic: Pen Tattoos

(eg. Doodling on another person’s skin with a pen)

[quickspinner]

“You’re done, Luka,” the makeup artist told him, and Luka roused himself from his half-trance to give her a smile. “You’re ready for final costume check.

“Thanks, Lise.” Luka got up from the chair and went in search of his fiancée. 

His secret fiancée, thanks to his meddling PR people, who insisted they wait until this tour was over before they announced anything. 

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[astronavigatrix]

Luka Couffaine and the Triwizard Champion

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Pairing: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant Rating: T Summary: Luka’s always been good at going with the flow, but the Beauxbatons representative is more of a force of nature. (Birthday fic for @quickspinner​, who is a delight.)

[thespilledquotes]

You are the sum total of everything you've ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot it's all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.

— Maya Angelou

[lovelylapins]

do you find it annoying when someone leaves comments on multichapter fics?

no omg i literally LOVE when someone does that because you can slowly see them go into madness at certain chapters or you can see them commenting about how it’s getting late or they have some big test tomorrow but they NEED to keep going (also i sometimes reread my fics when i see some comments because i GOTTA go back and read it for myself jdjsjs)

in short, no. i do not find it annoying. pleaseeee keep posting all the comments you want and if the author is anything like me, they’ll definitely enjoy them all.

[lovelylapins]

^^^ this this this

[callitgoodwriting-deactivated20]

i just wanted to ask if you have any advice for getting over writer's block/ feeling unmotivated to start or continue with something you've been working on?

I have talked about this here and there in past Asks, but I never really have a GREAT answer, so I'm going to share my favorite advice videos from my favorite channels. I hope they help you as much as they helped me!

How to Overcome Writer's Block by Jenna Moreci

Writing Hack: Refill Your Creative Well (Take A Break!) by Alexa Donne

Top 5 Tips for Staying Motivated While Writing Your Book by Jenna Moreci

5 Ways to Blast Through WRITER'S BLOCK! by Abbie Emmons

How to Combat Writer’s Block by Alexa Donne

 Best of luck!

[mamanabeille]

So, You Met Tchaikovsky?

for the lovely @quickspinner for her birthday. 

Marinette isn’t exactly sure what comes over her the first time she sees Luka on the ice.  She really can’t explain it.  She thought she would be terrified. She had watched the sport before, and knew it was high contact and could lead to plenty of injuries.  Which is why she assumed she’d be flinching through the whole game, covering her eyes, and needing recaps from Tikki who was hidden in her scarf.  What she did not expect was the deep, nearly primal scream that seems to tear itself from her vocal chords.  “TAKE HIM DOWN, LUKA!”  

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[blissfulparker]

Sleepy/cozy prompts💤✨

“The bed is cold without you”

“I can’t sleep, you’ve been gone too long”

“Don’t be nervous, you can come closer”

“I’m sorry my bed is so old.”

“My dog…she takes up half the bed, I can kick her off if you w—“ “no, I like it”

“Carry me up to bed?”

“I’ve been living off of coffee for two days I deserve to sleep!”

“Can we at least still sleep in the same bed?”

“When you sleep, you snore.”

“You look so much softer, so much calmer, I wish you could see yourself as you sleep.”

“I took NyQuil instead of DayQuil on accident and now im about to pass out.”

“We could…take a nap together?”

“Sleeping with you was the best sleep I’ve gotten in years.”

“I-I miss your arms around me as I slept, I know it’s embarrassing but you made me feel safe.”

“You sleep with the stuffed animal I got you?” “Of course”

“Your pillow smells like lavender”

“If Heaven was a place on earth it would be you in bed wearing this right now and telling me stories until we pass out.”

“What is that noise?” “I have to listen to ocean sounds to help me sleep”

“Is it possible to sleep for two days?”

“I think your hair is cute when you wake up, if only you could see it the way I did.”

“Goodnight love, I’ll see you in my dreams.”

“It’s strange I always dream of you when you’re in my arms…I also don’t want it to stop.”

*gentle head massages until the other is alsleep*

“You’re so soft, if I could ever touch the clouds, this is what they’d feel like.”

*waking up to the other counting freckles on their face*

“I know it’s embarrassing I still sleep with a Night light”

“And then I was—oh, goodnight dear.”

“The prince/princess needs their beauty sleep”

“I have had nightmares every night for the past three weeks and now they’re gone because of you, how did you do that?”

“You smell like vanilla.”

“The sheets are warm!”

“I got us new pillows.”

“You should see yourself when it’s 12am and the moon comes in and hits your face just right, you have a soft natural highlight at the tip of your nose and all your features come out. It’s like your skin is working right in front of me.”

“Will you carry me to bed?”

“One night, just one, I pray we can sleep on our own.”

“This is embarrassing but I had a bad dream and back home when this happens I normally just crawl into bed with my mom or sister but since they’re not here anymore can I sleep with you?”

“Keep talking, your voice helps me sleep.”

“I’ve spent all my nights dreaming of you in my arms peacefully sleeping and here you are.”

“Stop moving I’m trying to sleep”

“It’s just a nightmare, it’s nothing real.”

“You should sleep in my bed more often.”

[demamanabeille]

Primeval Playlist

Title: Primeval Playlists  Timeframe: Varies.  I’m pretty sure they were all written for Season One and Two though, since Sarah is mentioned a lot instead of Jess. (I love Jess.)  Pairing: Becker/Abby Rating: K+ Author’s Note: This is a rewrite of an old story from high school, maybe college.  I finally, after years of trying, got access to my old work.  I didn’t think I would do anything with them, just wanted to have them.  However, I think I am going to rewrite and improve the ones I liked.  I’m pretty sure this was probably one of those iTunes shuffle challenges where you only have the length of the song to write a little drabble. 

1. St. Patrick's Day- John Mayer

Becker smiles, seeing the name pop up on his ringing phone.  “Hello, Abby.” “Hey, Beck.  It’s snowing.” He can hear the smile in the woman’s voice and makes his way over the window of his little flat.  He peeps through his blinds to see big white snowflakes fall onto the patio below outside.  “Oh, it is.”

“You promised me a walk the next time it snowed.” Ah, there it is, he thinks.  He hates the cold.  He knows his girlfriend loves the snow.  They’ve had many a conversation on it.  It’s one of their many disagreements that she insists balances them out and makes them perfect for one another. 

“It’s freezing out,” he protests, shivering a little involuntarily at the thought of being out in it. 

“I’m sure we can think of someway to warm up after.  You promised, and it’s Christmas Eve Eve.  I want a romantic walk around in the snow with you.  Besides, you don’t really want to be alone tonight do you?” 

Becker lets out a long sigh, grabs his coat and gloves from the rack, and pulls his beanie over his head. “I’ll come get you. We can walk down to the park near you.  I’ll be there in ten.”  “Promise me something, Beck?”  He’s making sure he has his wallet and keys, grabbing the little box from the drawer near the door, letting out a soft ‘mh-hm’ in approval. He was planning on waiting until tomorrow, but it just seemed right to bring it with him tonight.   “We’ll make it to St. Patrick’s Day, yeah?” 

Becker pulls the phone away from his ear and stares at it for a moment, shaking his head with a roll his eyes. “What are you getting, Abs?” 

He can hear her hesitation on the other side the line as she gathers her own things.  “It’s silly.  Don’t laugh.  Of course we will make it to New Year’s, and you’re not cruel enough to break things off right before Valentine’s Day.  St. Patrick’s day is next.” 

Gods, he loves this woman.  “I promise you all St. Patrick’s Days.  How’s that?” 

“I love you.” “I love you too.  I’ll be there soon,” he tells her, hanging up the phone, locking the door being him, and patting the pocket of his jacket to assure the ring box was safely nestled there. 

2. Can't Get Me Down- Lo Ball

Abigail Maitland had yet to meet a man that could get her down. She was the epitome of tough and had long sense mastered the art of putting up walls.  Not to say she didn’t care for the men she dated.  She did.  It just never really got to her when things ends, or rather when she ended things. She always met an expired relationship with the same independent, never gonna get me down attitude.  It should have been the same with Becker.  She knew that. She should have been upset for a day or two then been back to business as usual, watching movies and playing video games with Connor like it was nothing by the end of the week.  That’s what was supposed to happen. For some reason though, when it came to Becker, that’s not how it did go. She cried for weeks.  She shut everyone out.  She wouldn’t even allow Connor in, outside of work, to cheer her up.  No amount of drinks or ice cream or kicks to her punching bag could help her realize what was so different about the captain to get her down like that .

3. Cool Thing- Rascal Flatts

Abby joined the ARC for a number of different, valid reasons.  She was thrilled for the once in a lifetime opportunity to research the creatures that come through the anomalies. She looked forward to helping same creatures in any way that she could.  Hell, she joined so she could finally do something adventurous with her life.  She never thought that she’d find her biggest adventure there.  Or rather, she did, just not in the same way. She never thought that she would find love within her very own team, and she most certainly did not expect to the captain to be the one she fell for. She’d never been the type to go crazy for a guy in uniform.  More often than not, she found them too up tight with not enough sense of humor.  Becker though, he was everything she wasn’t expecting to find. 

4. Everlasting Friend- Blue October

Never, in his over thirty years in life, had Becker ever gotten the crazy increase of heartbreak and sporadic butterflies in his stomach, that some many people, movies, and books alluded to. He had never been in love, and he quite honestly didn’t believe he ever would.  He’d grown up being taught that love was a sign of weakness.  It made you act like a fool, his father would tell him.  In his job, that wasn’t an option.  Any distractions could put a mission at risk.  All that changed when he met Abby.  He couldn’t tell you exactly why she was different. He wasn’t sure of it was her strength, her wit, or her natural beauty, that really did him in.  When he was with her, his confidence spiked.  He gave her a new type of strength that no amount of training could achieve. She taught him how to see the world through her optimistic view.  She taught him friendship.  She taught him everlasting love. 

5. I'm Not Gonna Teach Him How to Dance with You- Kate Nash (originally by Black Kids)

“No,” he said flatly over his beer, glaring at the woman on the other side of the table from him. The blonde’s face face fell.  “Please, Becks,” she begged.  “Just teach him to dance.  You’re a beautiful dancer, and he’s…not. I just want to be able to dance with him at Sarah’s wedding without him making a fool of us in front of everyone.” 

“I’m not teaching Connor how to dance with you,” Becker told her, his tone final. He shook his head a few times, muttering what she thought sounded like “not doing it” for added measure. 

Abby took a sip of her beer, and let out a long sigh.  “Why not?” 

Becker stared at her for a moment, realizing if he was waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings, that was it.  “Why would I want to teach another man to dance with the woman I’m in love with?” 

She froze so suddenly she nearly spilled the drinks in front of her, unable to curb the smile that spread across her face.  She reached across the table to cover his hand that was resting there with his own.  “We just need one dance together as the Maid of Honor and the Best Man. After that, I promise all the other dances will be yours.” 

“Fine,” he huffs, squeezing her hand, and switching their positions so he can lace his fingers though hers. 

“Thank you,” she smiles, using their entangled hands to pull him forward so she can lean over the table to capture his lips in a kiss.  “It took you long enough.” 

6. I Run to You- Lady Antebellum

There were many things in life that Abigail Maitland ran from.  She ran from hate.  she ran from prejudice and pessimist, she ran from various monsters that had long since gone extinct.  However, she always ran to the same thing… Becker. When the world got a little bit too much for her to handle she knew she was safe going to him. A year ago, Connor would have been the one she’d run to.  The one that would hold her while she hid her tears and mourned the death of another creature, or another passerby that they weren’t in time to save.  Connor wasn’t the most important person in her life now, though.  Becker was.  Becker was the reason why she got up even on the mornings it was too much, and marched herself in the ARC building, even when she wanted to tell Lester and his formalities to shove it.  Becker was the reason she tried the girl thing again, even though he assured her he loved her no matter what she wore, even if those heels did do something to him. He was the reason her heart pounded each and every time he came within her sight.  Becker was the reason no other man would ever seem like enough.  Becker was the one that Abby had fallen in love with, the one that she would always run to, no matter the problem. 

7. Masquerade- Phantom of the Opera

The soft white feathers tickled her face as Abby straitened the slightly too loose mask.  She scanned the crowd for the simple black mask that she knew Becker had donned right before they arrived, refusing to wear it on the ride over. She saw Connor in his shiny gold mask, whispering over in partially hidden corner with Sarah. Abby was a little jealous of the sequined make up that the woman had perfectly applied in a swirling pattern around her eyes and over her.  Part of her wishes she had thought of that.  She had just spotted a tall red feathered mask spinning across that dance floor that could only belong to Jenny, when she felt someone snake their arms around her waist from behind.  She let out a startled gasp before leaning into the familiar touch. “Abby,” Becker whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on her neck.  “I have an idea.” 

“Oh, what’s that?” she asked, turning to face him, and taking in how glorious he looked in his perfectly tailored tuxedo she’d helped him pick out just for the occasion. 

“We should get married.” 

Abby stopped fiddling with his bow tie, and flattened her hands against his chest. “What?” she barely managed to whisper out. 

Becker pulled a cherry wood box out of his pocket, opened it to expose the simple, yet gorgeous ring resting inside, and took one of her hands in his.  “Will you marry me?” 

She nodded her head several times, grinning like mad, “Yes! Of course!” 

He slid the ring on her finger, before scooping her up in his arms and spinning them both around. Neither could contain the laughter that bubbled out of them until he captured her lips in a deep kiss. 

8. Stay- Sugarland

Becker closed the door of their shared flat quietly behind, in hopes of not waking Abby.  He flicked on the front light, surprised to see her wide awake on the couch, clearing waiting for him. 

“Where’ve you been Beck?” she asked him, his tone flat and harsh.  

“Extra training with some of the new guys,” he told her with an inquisitive smile. “I told you I’d be late.  You didn’t have to wait up.” He made his way across the living room to place a kiss on her cheek. 

She leaned away, tears filling her eyes.  “Didn’t know Sarah was joining the military branch of the team.”

Becker stepped back and let out a long sigh, rubbing the back of his head.  “Abby, I-”

Abby shook her head. “Save it, Becker. Do you really think she loves you? Like I do?  You think she truly cares for you and isn’t just looking for a quick shag to make up for Danny?”

“I’m so sorry, Abby,” he whispered.  He reached for her, pulling her into a hug.  She didn’t fight him, but didn’t immediately pull away either. 

“You choose right now, are you going to be spending the rest of your nights in her bed or mine?” she shakily whimpered into his chest. 

“What?” She pulled away from him, walking across the other side of the room and crossed her arms over her chest finally turning back to him with deep breath after a moment. “Right.  Wrong answer. See, you keep choosing her.  You chose her the first moment you let your pants down. Then you chose her again every time you lied to me about training to do it again.  I’ve given you my best, yet she gets the best of you, and I’m not going to live this way.  It’s too painful.  So get out,” she told him harshly though her sobs.  

“Abs, no-” He reached for her yet again, but she shoved his arm away.  She chokes out another sob, throwing his keys at him.  He just barely managed to catch them before they hit him in the face.  “I said get out!” 

The captain let out another huff, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do to change her mind or make up for his actions at his point.  “I really am sorry.  I’ll come get my things tomorrow,” he whispered, defeated before gathering his wallet and phone back up and leaving.  

Abby waited until the door shut, before sinking down to the ground, grabbing a pillow, burying her face in at her body wracked with sobs.

9. Birds- Kate Nash

Abby set down her files with a lighthearted huff. “Alright, Becker, that is the fifth time that you’ve looked up at me like that since we’ve been here.  Tell me what you’re thinking?” 

The two sat at one of the metal tables in her lab, finishing up the paper work that Lester had assigned earlier that day.  The others were off in various offices with their own ‘torture buddies’ as they taken to call one another during those late night reports and debriefings. 

He took a moment to respond, just taking her in for an extra couple seconds tapping his pen on his stack of papers, as he considered what to say. “You know all these creatures.  They scare the shit out everyone because they can tear you to shreds in a heartbeat, but they are interesting and  beautiful and magnificent.  That’s  what am thinking, only about you.” 

“What are you talking about?” she laughed, confused. 

“You, Abby,” he told her, reaching across the folders and papers to take her hand. “You scare the shit out of me, because you mean so much to me, and I’m afraid every time we are out there that I’m going to lose you.”  There was softness to his tone that she had never heard before.

“Oh,” she blushed, ducking her head momentarily to hide her smile.  “Yeah, I - I feel the same way, Becker.” She squeezed the hand he still had ahold of, before going back to her paperwork.  She knew that if they didn’t get it done now, they never would, and Lester would never let them free. 

10. Boys with Girlfriends- Meiko

Abby rushed out of the storage closet, shaking the image of Becker and Sarah liplocked in between the towers of shelves.  She had to stop being friends with boys that had girlfriends already.  It never ended well for her.  She always ended up falling for them to some degree.  It was like a weird magnetic pull that attracted her to already committed men.  If she was being completely honest with herself, she was a little worried about that was said of her character.  It wasn’t like she actively pursued taken guys.  She just wanted to be friends.  She wasn’t supposed to fall for him. 

I’m not even sure if this fandom is still alive.  If you’re reading though, thank you.  Let me know what you think. There were a couple I wasn’t thrilled with, but because it was a rewrite, I didn’t want to get rid of them. 

Hugs,  Honey. 

[demamanabeille]

First Choice  It Started With a Subway Ride Ch. 3

Story Title: It Started With a Subway Ride  Chapter Title: First Choice, Ch. 3  Timeframe: Immediately after Frozer  Pairing: Luka/Marinette Rating: K Warnings: SPOILERS for Frozer (season 2)  Special thanks: Y’all can thank  LoreneTheBean on ff.n for her lovely message that encouraged me to open this up and work on it.   Thank you, again. Author’s Note: I’m completely blanking on if Luka is Scottish or Irish, Please allow grace for the sake of the story, if that’s wrong.  It’s late, and I’m actually working on this story, so I’m not going to stress over it, or else I will not write this chapter.  I’m Scotch-Irish (and Polish), and honestly I forget half the time what things come from the Scotch and what’s comes from the Irish.  So, yeah…

Marinette finds the next couple weeks to be a whirl wind of course work, fighting and purifying akumas, and helping her father out in the bakery, with Luka there through it all- well outside of the akumas.  Her mother had come down with a nasty cough, so she’s been working pretty much every spare moment she can to help out with the day to day runnings and customers.  Her father had insisted that he was doing fine on his own, but when she discovered he’d been waking up at two am to start the prep work- thanks to an untimely akuma- she convinced him that she didn’t mind helping.  

She isn’t sure why she’s surprised when Luka learns of this, and insist to help as well.  It’s so very him, yet it completely catches her off guard and fills her with a warmth that brings tears to eyes, which she hides into his chest as she throws her arms around him in a tight hug.  She’s been teaching him how to make some of the basics around the shop, so that he can do more than just clean and run the sales, though really he does so well with the customers at the register. 

Today, Marinette is teaching Luka how to make a simple soda bread.  It isn’t a terribly popular choice at the bakery, but it was easy enough, and did seem fitting for his Irish heritage.  They have to wait until the evening, after the bakery has sold out and closed for the day, but Marinette prefers it that way.  Her father is exhausted and excuses himself for the night, reminding them to clean up after themselves, not to stay up too late, and to be sure to lock up the shop when Luka leaves.   Neither of them miss the emphasis on Luka leaving, though it’s unnecessary.  

As soon as Tom leaves, Luka claps his hands together and rubs them back and forth a few times stating, “Let’s get started.” Marinette rolls her eyes, but can’t stop the smile that’s spreading across her face.  She tosses his an apron and nods her head to towards the back, signaling him to follow her. She’s already set out the few ingredients and bowls they’ll need, and he looks between them and Marinette for a moment confused.  “That’s it?” he asks her curiously.  He was under the impression that bread making was difficult and required a countertop full of ingredients.  “That’s it,” she laughed.  “I did tell you it would be easy.  I figured we can make several loaves and you can take a couple home with you.” 

“Ma would love that,” he grinned, placing a soft kiss on the top of her head with a grin. Marinette feels the familiar warmth of flood her cheeks, and bites her lip to hide her own grin, following him past the counter and to the work station. The past week, Luka has gotten more comfortable with leaving little kisses on her forehead or the top of her her head, and she’s even plucked up the courage to plant a kiss or two on his cheek in the middle of working or saying goodbye.  She loves how easy it is to be around him; how right everything feels when he’s near. She shakes the thought from her head though, and scoots next to him at the sink to wash her hands. He flicks a couple drops of water at her before drying his hands.  She sticks her tongue at at him, and flicks her own dripping hands at him in return. 

“I’m going to preheat the oven to 230 do you want to start weighing out the ingredients?” She waits for his nod.  “So 450 grams of flour.  We are using all purpose, but you can use half white and half wheat too if you want.  I just wanted to keep it as traditional as possible. So 450 grams ff flour, then 3 grams of sea salt, and 4 grams of baking soda.  Got it?” She watched as he carefully weighed out each ingredient with a little nod before pouring them into the bowl.  “Great, now make a little well and slowly pour in the buttermilk?” 

He nods, gently forming a nice little nest in the bowl and reaching for the buttermilk, before stopping to look up at her, “Wait, how much?” 

Marinette laughs as she noticed the little bit of flour smeared across his eyebrow. “Every time,” she chuckled under her breath. Luka cocked his head to side, lifting the aforementioned eyebrow up inquisitively. “What?” 

Marinette steps closer to him.  “Every time you bake, you always get just a little bit of flour right here.” She taps the eyebrow gently and brushes away the flour, but lets her finger linger there for a moment. Both teens seem to hold their breath, locking equally deep blue eyes with one another.  Marinette traces her fingers down his face until she can cup his cheek. Her cheeks are the familiar flushed pink that Luka has grown to love, but Marinette is surprised to see that Luka’s are a little more red than usual and are warm beneath her palm. Marinette takes a deep breath, never breaking eye contact even though she’s pretty sure that she’s shaking with nerves.  “Luka,” she whispers, unsure if he can even hear him with how soft her voice is, despite how close they are.  “You’re my first choice.  Well, only choice… no- wait that’s not right. You’re the only opti-” Luka cuts her off, cupping her face in one hand, wrapping his other arm around her waist to pull her closer. He captures her lips in his own, and she can feel both of their heartbeats where they are pressed together.  For the first time that she can ever recall, her mind goes truly clam and blank to everything other than Luka.  Her dear, sweet Luka that is kissing her like his very life depends on it, and she can’t deny that this kiss was the type of kiss worth waiting for.  There was no hesitation or confusion.  Luka was the only she could imagine herself kissing recently. 

When they do finally pull away from each other, a bubble of elated laughter escapes him, causing the smile that’s spread across Marinette’s face to fall. “Don’t laugh,” she whimpers, feeling the sting of tears threaten her eyes, as she takes a step back.

“No, dear,” he assures her, pulling her back to him.  “Sometimes smiles are too big to stay silent.”  He leans down to for another kiss, this one quicker than that last, just a little more than a quick peck.  “I got flour on you.” 

“It’s okay,” she chuckles herself, grin still stretched across her face.  “Now we match.” 

“Should we finish the bread?” Luka asks her, tucking a couple hairs he’d accidentally pulled out of her pigtails behind her ears. 

“I’d rather keep kissing you,” she admits with a stroke of courage, closing the little space that was still between them to kiss him again, which he was all t0o happy to give in to. 

Eventually, they do get back to the bread.  Marinette shows him how to score the loaf, then shows him the perfect color of the crust to signal when to take it out.  “Here’s the trick though.  The most important part.  When you pull it out, wrap it in a couple tea or flour towels.  It will keep the steam in there and soften the crust.  Otherwise, it can get so hard, it’s nearly impossible to eat.” 

They spend the next several hours making a couple more loaves, tossing flicks of flour between the two of them, and stealing kisses in between conversations as they waited for the breads to bake. 

Hugs,  Honey 

Part One:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613574688927629312/it-started-with-a-subway-ride-chapter-one-do-you

Part Two:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613574934912958464/it-started-with-a-subway-ride-chapter-two-all

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It Started With a Subway Ride  Chapter Two: All the Time in the World

Story Title: It Started With a Subway Ride  Chapter Title: All The Time in the World  Timeframe: Immediately after Frozer  Pairing: Luka/Marinette Rating: K Warnings: SPOILERS for Frozer (season 2)  Author’s Note: I decided to continue this.  I have fully given into the Lukanette ship.  It just seems like a much healthier relationship as of now. 

Marinette looks down at their clasped hands, with a blush.  “I’m sorry in advance for my parents.  They can be a little intense,” she tells Luka as they linger outside the bakery door.   With it being mid afternoon on a weekend, the shop is quite busy, and her parent’s haven’t noticed her- them- outside yet, but she knows her parent’s well enough to know that they won’t be able to sneak by undetected even in the middle of the afternoon rush.  

Luka looks down at their hands and well, raising them together, slightly.  “You can let go if you want,” he tells her, with a soft chuckle.  She shakes her head rapidly, and he can’t help the smile that spreads across his face, squeezing her hand a little tighter.  They both feel the heat of a blush on their cheeks and go in.  ‘Time to face the music,’ he thinks. 

“Hello, sweetie,” Sabine greets in between customers.  Marinette lets out a sigh of relief when she notices that her father must be back in the kitchen.  “This must be Luka.  Hello dear,” she nods to his as well remembering the name from her daughter asking for permission to go skating with her friends the night before.  If she’s being honest, the mother expected her daughter to return back home with Adrien if anyone, but she has to admit that she is please with the turn of events.  She knows more than anyone the amount of distress the model had caused in her daughter over the years.  “Feel free to grab whatever you’d like or Papa and I will bring some things up in a bit, when one of us can sneak away for a moment.  I’m sorry we can’t be the best hosts right now,” Sabine chuckles the last line to Luka, while handing over a box of cookies to the next customer in line.  “Feel free to stay as long as you like though.” 

“Thank you, Madam Dupain-Cheng,” Luka nods back.  Marinette smiles up at him, and reluctantly lets go of his hand to slip behind the counter and wash her hands before grabbing a couple of the aforementioned cupcakes, some croissants, a couple cookies, and carafe of coffee on a tray.  “This this way, Luka.” She motions for him to follow her. 

The rush downstairs lasts longer than usual and Marinette is sure Tikki’s luck has something to do with that.  They consume their treats in the living room, even though Marinette is positive her parents wouldn’t mind if she took him up to her room.  In fact, that was her plan, until she remembered at the very last second that she still had pictures and posters of Adrien plastered all over her walls.  “Um.   On second thought, if we eat these in the living room, we can watch TV,” she tells him in her rush, removing her hand from the door and turning around quickly. She’s not thinking about the fact that Luka was so close behind her though, and stumbles directly into him.  He manages catch her waist, steading her, with one arm, and stop the tray of pastries from falling to the ground with the other.  “Gotcha,” he grins, softly.

Marinette feels her breath catch and she’s not sure if it’s because she’s flush against his chest, the low sultry tune of his voice, or the fact that her being step above him has them directly at eye level and she’s never had anyone stare at her that intently and adoringly before.  Her gaze flicks down to his lips, and she is only momentarily surprised by her desire to close the remaining space between them, and kiss him right there. She’s almost certain that she’s sees the same thoughts flash across his expression as well.  Which is why is she even more surprised when they both close their respective space, she doesn’t feel the soft touch of his lips against hers, but instead his forehead against her own, their noses every so slightly brushing against each other.

“Oh,” she whispers, unable to stop her face from falling slightly.  “I’m-I’m sorry.  I didn’t- I mean- I,” she stutters to find the words, her face flushing a deeper red that it’s been all day.  She moves to back away, but he tightens his arm around his waist, keeping her there.   He bops her nose with his again, before catching her gaze again.  “You misunderstood, Marinette.  It’s not that I don’t want to kiss you.  I want to.  I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw you walk onto The Liberty.   It’s just what I said earlier about not wanting to be a second choice.  I’m not going to go anywhere while you figure things out, but I am going to let you figure them out.   There’s no rush.  As far as I’m concerned, we’ve got all the time in the world.” 

She’s floored, absolutely speechless.  She is amazed how clearly he sees her and is able to read her even after only being together a few times. She wraps her arms around his waist, closing their distance in a hug instead.  “Thanks, Luka’,” she whispers in his neck.  She hears his breath catch at the touch, and she completely agrees with him.  All the time in the world.   

They stay there for a moment longer, before separating and heading down the stairs to the sofa.   That’s were her parents find them an hour later, the pastries reduced to couple crumbs, coffee gone cold, and laughing at the sitcom that Luka had settled on.  They weren’t cuddled into each other like Sabine would have suspected, but both adults noticed that they both seemed to have consistent little touches- their legs pressed together as they sat, Luka’s gentle brush of fingers as she hands him the remote, Marinette resting her her hand on his shoulder as she turns to her parents.  Luka stands when he notices them as well.

“Luka, dear, are you staying for dinner?” Sabine asks him kindly.  “We would love to get to know you a little.” 

“I”m sorry, Madam Dupain-Cheng.  I didn’t realize how late it was.  I should actually be getting home to help my own mother with dinner.” He darts a regretful look to Marinette at his own words, but smiles back at her mother.  “I would love to another time if that’s okay with the both of you.”  He takes Marinette’s hand in his and squeezing it lightly.  “And Marinette, of course.” She nods quickly, smiling up at him with a soft, “Yes, please.” 

“Of course, son,” Tom chuckles.  “Consider it an open invitation.  Mari, why don’t you walk him out?  Just be sure to lock the shop back up.  Maman and I will clean this up.” 

“Thank you, Papa,” Marinette nods, leading Luka around the couch and towards this stairs. 

“Thank you, Madam Dupain-Cheng.  Monsieur Dupain.”  Luka gives them both a smile and nod before following after their daughter. 

“Tom and Sabine, dear,” she corrects him, with a small smile of her own.  

*

“They like you.”  The two of them are right outside the door of the bakery.  Parisians made their way down the street, paying them no mind.  Though there was one teen that looked hopeful that the bakery was still open as he passed by.  When he noticed, it wasn’t though, he promptly continued on his way. 

“I would like to take them up on their offer to get to know them. I was serious about not going anywhere…until you want me to,” he adds quickly at the end, in fear of sounding too pushy with her.  

“If,” she corrects him.  She goes up on her tiptoes to place a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I wouldn’t hold your breath waiting for that, though.” 

“I have a hard enough time catching my breath around you, Mari.”  He shoves his hand in his pockets.  She’s seem him do it several times before, and she guesses that it is his nervous tell. “I really should get going.” 

“Will you text me when you get home?”  She knows that he has a point, but she really has enjoyed her day with him, and she doesn’t want him to leave.  She supposes texting will have to suffice for the next couple days. 

“Of course.”  He places a tentative kiss of his own on her forehead before waving a quick goodbye, and heading down the street.  

She watches him until he turns the corner, then runs up to her room, completely bypassing her parents to grab her phone and call Alya. 

Hugs,  Honey 

Part One:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613574688927629312/it-started-with-a-subway-ride-chapter-one-do-you

Part Three:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613575239270612992/first-choice-it-started-with-a-subway-ride-ch-3

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It Started With a Subway Ride  Chapter One: Do You Want to Take the Subway Together?

Title: It Started With a Subway Ride Chapter Title: Do You Want to Take the Subway Together? Pairing: Lukanette Rating: K+ Timeframe: The end of Frozer  Warning: SPOILERS for Frozer  Special thanks: LovelyLiliana101 for beta-reading this chapter. 

"Do you want to take the subway together, Marinette?" Luka asks her, as they're waiting outside the ice rink. He sees her disappointed face as she stares at Adrien shutting the door to his car and smiles sadly. "You should go over and talk to him. Thanks for inviting me out today." He means it. He loved spending the day with Marinette, and he wasn't lying when he said that he might have a new song to write soon. However, he doesn't want to be someone's second choice or have anyone settle for him, and he knows Marinette is much too polite to leave after another guy without encouragement.

"Thanks for coming with me, Luka." Marinette nods with a smile of her own. She kisses his cheek and runs after the model. She makes it half way to the car, before she stops, stares at the car in front of her and then back at the musician behind her. She lets out a soft sigh and turns back to the rink. "Luka!"

Luka can't help the massive grin that spreads across his face as he hears the girl's shout and sees her running back to him. She stops right in front of him, her hands on her knees as she catches her breath, and he can't help but let out a soft chuckle at the sight. She is the most adorable person he's ever met. She's been a beautiful melody constantly in the background of his thoughts ever since he met her at band practice. He never thought he'd be the one to have a crush on one of his little sister's friends, yet here he was.

"Can we still catch the subway together?" she asked, looking up at him with a hopeful smile. He hold his hand out to her and is filled with a warm feeling when she takes it without any hesitation. "Yeah, let's go."

"Luka, can I ask you something?" The two of them are seated on the bench on the subway, far enough back that they have a little privacy from the other passengers. Luka had immediately wrapped his arm around her shoulder once they sat, and Marinette had actually mustered up enough courage to lean into his side. She looks up at him just in time to see his little nod. "Of course."

"Why- I mean- with Ad-," she takes a deep breath to compose herself before continuing. She doesn't want to stutter and barely be able to string words around Luka. "Why did you tell me to go after Adrien?"

"I've overheard enough of Juleka's phone calls to know you have a crush on him. I've even overheard some of your crazy schemes to try to get to talk to him. I didn't want to interfere with that or have you feel like you couldn't go. Which is why I was honestly a little surprised when you asked me to come with you today. Even more than that though, I don't want to be someone's back up if that makes sense. You're an amazing girl, Marinette, but if you want to spend time with me, I want it to be because you want to be with me, not just that you couldn't be with someone else."

"I understand that," Marinette agrees, and she does. It was one of her major issues (outside of Adrien, of course) with Chat Noir's little crush on Ladybug. Marinette would always be second best when it came to Ladybug, and she would have to share that side of her with him eventually if they ever decided to seriously date. They couldn't exactly go walking around hand in hand in full superhero costume. "My stop is coming up soon. Would you want to come with me? Papa is testing out a new cupcake recipe."

"I'd love to," he grins, placing a small kiss to the top of her head. Marinette lets out a surprised squeak before jumping up and pulling him along with her to the doors.

Hugs,  Honey 

Part Two:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613574934912958464/it-started-with-a-subway-ride-chapter-two-all

Part Three:  https://demamanabeille.tumblr.com/post/613575239270612992/first-choice-it-started-with-a-subway-ride-ch-3

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The First One

Author’s Note: So this is directly inspired (okay it’s exactly the same, right down to most of the dialogue) as my husband and I’s first kiss.  I knew I had to when I saw the prompt.  It really was such a cliche movie moment, and I still get all warm and giggly thinking about it. 

“Seriously, Alya, I don’t know if he’s really that into me. He’s giving me seriously mixed signals.  We’ve talked for hours nearly everyday for two weeks.  We’ve had a great time when we’ve gone out and actually spent time together face to face. ” Marinette was balancing her phone to her ear with her shoulder as she looked through her backpack for her water bottle. “This was our third date, and he still hasn’t kissed me- or even tried to.” 

“Maybe it’s because you’re Juleka’s friend and he doesn’t want to overstep.  You know, you could kiss him.  That is allowed now,” Alya chuckles at her in response.  Her voice sounds far away, as if she’s on speaker, and Marinette realizes that Nino is probably there too.  “Hey Nino, what do you thi- oh, sorry, guys.  That’s my other line.  I’ll call you later, Alya.” She’s surprised to see ‘LUKA’ flash across her phone screen.  It’s been less than five minutes since he dropped her off at her door.  She clicks the call over excitedly. “Hey?” 

“Hey, Marinette.  You left your water bottle in my car.  I’m turning back now and can bring it back to you.” Marinette nearly tells him it’s fine and she has others she can use. Thankfully, Alya’s words repeat themselves in her head just in time.  “That would be great, Luka.  Thank you.”  “Be there in two minutes,” he tells her.  She hears the click of him hanging up and the dial tone that follows, watching out the window for his car.  As soon as she sees the headlights, she rushes out the door.  

“Just do it,”  she tells herself as she practically skips down the stairs.  She freezes at the top of the bottom flight, her eyes locking with his, and does absolutely nothing to contain the little laugh and huge smile that’s spreading across her face.  In what can only be explained by Tikki’s lucky magic rubbing off on her, she manages to sprint down the last dozen stairs and the couple feet to him without tripping.  

Time seems to slow down as she throws her arms around his neck, which is admittedly harder than she was anticipating with the significant height difference. He’s leaning down to her though, and one of them, or both of them, over anticipate how much space is between them, and she feels her teeth clang every so slightly against his.  He either doesn’t seem to care or notice, only wraps one arm around her waist, lifting her slightly off the ground, and cupping her cheek with the other, saving the kiss from ending, deepening it with a slight nip to her bottom lip when she gasps and brushes her fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Neither of them are sure how long they stood there, in the middle of her walkway, tangled in each other, and putting on a decent show for any of the neighbors outside enjoying the summer breeze. Once they finally do, Marinette is sure she’s never smiled so genuinely or greatly in her entire life, and it seems like Luka might be thinking the same thing if his own smile, the way he’s staring at her, and the little chuckle he lets out is anything to go by. “Wow, Marinette.  I’m really glad you left your water behind.  That was pretty smooth.” 

Marinette buries her laugh in her hands momentarily, before shaking her head.  “I wish I could take credit for that.  I’m just notorious for leaving things behind.” 

He places a quick kiss to her forehead, and she feels her blush spread further across her face and down her neck,  when did forehead kisses make her feel like she could conquer the world? “Don’t worry, when I tell people about this, I can tell them you planned that.  As long as you leave out that I banged our teeth together when you tell people about it.” 

Marinette shakes her head, biting her lip to try to, unsuccessfully, stop hide just how elated she was.  Her cheeks officially hurt from grinning so widely.  “No way.  I love the teeth banging.  Besides, no one would believe I actually thought that up ahead of time.” 

“Alright, fair enough,” he nods, faux seriously, taking one of her hands in his.  He stares down at their intertwined fingers for a moment longer, as if he can’t completely believe it, before taking a deep breath.  “So, I know we both have to be up early, but would you want to walk a bit?” 

“I really would.” She squeezes his hand in hers, and leads him up the path.

The two spend the next hour walking around her apartment complex, stopping by the little onsite playground to swing for awhile as they talked and laughed, ignored Marinette’s phone that kept alerting them that Alya was calling, and sharing kisses along the way. 

I hope you enjoyed the warm and fuzzies.    Hugs,  Honey.

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Come to Bed

Title: Come to Bed Timeframe: Mid-twenties Pairing: Luka/Marinette Rating: T Warnings: Implications Special thanks: speech-prompt on tumblr for the following prompts “You said you were going to bed three hours ago.  Why are you still awake?” and “Come to bed. You need to relax.” 

Luka rolls over, reaching out for his fiancée, and frowns when his fingers only brush cold sheets.  He yawns, rubs his eyes, and pulls his t-shirt down before carefully climbing out of bed to not wake Sass, and making his way down the hall to Marinette’s office.  He finds her at her desk, surrounded by fabric, furiously ripping away at some material with her seam ripper.  Tikki is asleep next to her on a pile of faux fur she’s considering for a new jacket for Alya, well used to Marinette’s last night sewing sessions by now. 

“You said you’d come to bed three hours ago.  Why are you still awake?”  His words startled her, and she barely manages to stop herself from calling on her kwami to summon up her transformation. 

“Luka,” she sighs, her heart pounding as she sets her tools down to turn and face him.  She stretches her arms above her head, exposing the smallest bit of skin as her t-shirt stretches with her, capturing Luka’s attention.  She’s stiff from hours of stitching, unstitching, and restitching, and winces a bit as she does.  “I’m sorry. I kind of got lost in this.  I can’t seem to get this design right.  Everything looks great on paper, the patterns are cut correctly, but once I actually assemble it, it’s off.  I don’t get it.   Gabriel wants this design showcase ready by next week, but I just can’t figure it out.  I’ll be in soon.” 

Luka sighs and walks over to her, pulling her up out of her chair and into his arms.  “Come to bed,” he tells her, nuzzling his nose into her neck. 

“Another half hour?” she counters, kissing his cheek, stepping back. 

He shakes his head in disagreement, and sweeps her up bridal style before she can protest.  “You need to sleep, and I need my big spoon.” He plants a quick kiss on her nose, already carrying her out of the office and back down the hall.  Marinette lets out a little giggle and wraps her arms around his neck.  “Oh.  Did I agree to being big spoon tonight?  I don’t remember that.” 

“Mmhm,” he hums, dropping her on the bed with a smirk.  “It was right before you said you’d be right to bed. When you promised you’d relax.” 

“Fine.”  She props herself up on an elbow and reaches up to pull his face to hers.  She kisses him eagerly, and gasps when she feels his weight over her, pinning her to the bed, trailing kisses down her neck and back up again, occasionally nipping playfully at the exposed skin.  “I thought I was supposed to be relaxing?  You know what that does to me.” 

“You’ll be relaxed after,” he practically purrs, pulling her t-shirt over her head. She knows he’s absolutely right, he usually is.  She nips at his bottom lip, before flipping their positions.  “My turn,” she smirks, smothering his chuckle as she captures his lips in her own. 

I really don’t know, y’all.   These two are just taking over on their own.  Eventually, I’ll ignore these pesky little drabbles and work on my multi-chapter stories.  Eventually…

Hugs, Maman Abeille  

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Her Tattoo

Title: Her Tattoo Timeframe: Several months after chapter two. Pairing: Luka/Marinette Rating: K Warnings: None.   Special thanks: GalaxyVeined on ao3 suggested ‘Marinette come home with a little snake twisting around her ring finger, Luka loses his damn mind because this girl’ as “mostly a joke”, but clearly my mind had to run with it, because why not?

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Just Yourself

Title: Just Yourself Timeframe: Season 3 finale  Pairing: Lukanette  Rating: K+ Warnings: Obviously spoilers for LoveEater and Miracle Queen (The Battle of the Miraculous Parts 1 and 2).  AN: Just a fluffy little rewrite of The Battle of the Miraculous.  

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Can’t We Just Talk

Title: Can’t We Just Talk Pairing: Chloe/Marinette  Rating: T AN: Imagine hiding your crush (and sexuality) for so long that all you can do is kiss your girlfriend whenever you see her, because you finally can. 

Ever since she’d first felt the other girl’s lips against her own, Chloe knew she needed more.  It was like an intense addiction and no amount of stollen kisses were enough to satisfy her fix. The first thing she does whenever the two of them are alone, is crash their lips together in hungry desperation, taking it as far as Marinette will let her before telling her stop. Marinette can’t exactly complain.  She loves the constant attention from her girlfriend.  However, she’s starting to fell like it’s an escape of their relationship from progressing any further emotionally. 

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