Hello! I'm keentrigger, and I'm a multishipper who writes fanfiction. Right now, I'm obsessed with Miraculous Ladybug. You can find my works using the #my (keen) works tag.
I use the following main ship tags, so please mute any that you don't want to see: #lovesquare #lukanette #marigami #lukadrien #adrigami #lukadrinette #lukadrigaminette
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen & Up (aged-up characters)
Pairing: Kagami Tsurugi/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Tags:Â Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Crowd Anxiety, discussion of racism, discussion of being disowned by family
Synopsis: Kagami has always been proud. Proud of her heritage, proud of her accomplishments, proud of her family name. To have it all ripped away from her in an instant almost breaks her, if not for the woman she chose, over all of it, to keep. Marinette helps put the pieces of her soul back together.
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There was a commotion outside her door, but Kagami chose to ignore it; the maids had already been in the room several times, collecting her clothes, and she had locked the door afterwards for privacy. If they need me, whoever it is, they can wait. Her room was silent, save for the steady ticking of the clock on the wall. The lights were off, but the sun shining in the window cast plenty of light into the room; she wished she could feel the warmth, but instead she didnât feel anything.
She stared blankly at the ground, looking at her feet as they dangled above the floor. She tried counting the lines in the grains of the wood, trying to distract herself from the noise in her head, the static that was nearly overwhelming but at least was blocking out the words, the memories she was repeating in her head on a never ending loop.
I am not having a panic attack in my own room, she forced herself to think. I will not lose control in my motherâs house. I am stronger than that. I am better than that. Iâm not as weak as-
Surprise! I'm going to try to participate in Kagami Appreciation Week 2023, organized by @kagamiappreciationweek2020.
This time, I've chosen to not have a set word count, but I expect most of these fills will be under 500 words, as I typically write them either very early or very late in the day.
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Cool, calm, collected.
Kagami rarely strayed from this state, but her close friends knew that her serene exterior only mostly concealed the passionate, emotional soul contained within.
Which is why Argos did not realize the amount of danger he was in when Kagami's tone grew increasingly cold.
âLet me go, Felix.â
Argos chuckled, turning his gaze back to her, bemused as he watched her struggle against the bindings holding her wrists to the bench. âNot until you admit you're mine, dear.â
âNow, Felix.â
Purple fingers ran down her cheek, lifting her chin to force her to look into his magenta eyes. âOr what? I already have you and I'm not letting go this time.â His lips curled as he ran his thumb along her jaw. âCan't we just be happy together?â
Kagami tasted bile in her mouth at the thought, the memory of kissing this man, when he still possessed the ring that held so much sway over her, the ring that was now firmly on her finger, tight in her balled fist. âYou need to learn to accept 'no', Felix.â
âOh?â Argos rolled his eyes. âWho's going to make me?â
He never saw the kick coming, landing firmly in his nethers, nor the punch that landed square on his nose, sending him spiraling to the ground, unconscious.
Kagami winced as she shook her now-bruised hand, the glowing Dragon Miraculous dangling from her fingers, the last remnants of the bindings burning to ash on the ground under the bench.
As a relatively inexperienced holder, Felix had failed to consider that veteran heroes might have a few tricks up their sleeve.
The dragon holder shook her head, reaching up to affix the miraculous around her neck.
I'm participating in @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
Four days late? Nah, that doesn't sound like me. đ Sorry, my life got turned upside down there for a minute. Everything's fine now.
I've decided to combine these two prompts. I don't think anyone will mind the result. đ
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When Kagami turns around, her heart stops at the sight in the doorway.
She has seen Marinette in dresses many, many times. As a fashion designer, she has swept down red carpets in gorgeous creations of her own making, surrounded by cameras eager to catch a glimpse of the industry's newest rising star. Kagami could only glare from the sidelines at the drooling men, wishing she was armed (with both her blade and a license to kill).
But tonight's different. Sure, it's still Marinette's own creationsâthey're wearing matching setsâbut Kagami realizes she's never seen her in a suit before.Â
Suddenly, the soft Marinette that she knew, who makes her tea and croissants every morning with a smile, was gone. In her place, Ladybug stood, all power and poise, only missing the mask and the spots.
Suddenly, Kagami's own suit feels tight, restrictive.
Hot.
Her wife smirks, ruby lips glistening. "You clean up nice," Marinette purrs, giving her a slow, careful once-over. Kagami's cheeks flush at the attention. "Missing a touch of something, though."
On the red carpet, cameras flash as they approach. The ruby lipstick kiss on Kagami's neck is plainly visible for the entire world to see.
I'm participating in @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
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The scream shocks her awake.
Kagami's eyes dart across the dark bedroom before she hears the sobs. Turning over, she spots pale hands yanking at dark hair, another wail muffled by a pink pillow.
"HimeâŚ" When Kagami runs her hand down Marinette's pajama-covered back, she's suddenly enveloped by clinging arms and legs, her wife's hands frantically searching her abdomen, looking for the wound that's no longer there, long since healed.
Kagami rests her hand over Marinette's, holding it over the scar. "We're safe," Kagami whispers, holding her close. "It's over. We won."
Piece by piece, they put themselves back together.
I'm participating in @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
Can't be sunshine and roses every prompt.
Rotten apples spoil the entire bunch.
cw: police brutality, racism, racist language (slur)
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The hand against her arm makes her heart pound.
"ID and residency permit."
Despite the plan, Kagami's fingers tremble as she reaches into her purse. She can feel the officer's eyes on her as she feigns not being able to find her wallet.
"Fucking bridÊe." She gasps when the man painfully yanks her aside. "You're-"
I'm participating in @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
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âPlanning a heist?â
The sudden quip nearly sends her flying off the ledge, but Ladybug catches herself, swatting at her snickering partnerâs shoulder. âOf course not.â
Chat Noir glances across the street, through the window of Kagamiâs apartment. The dragon holder flows in practice, sweat glistening off her bare biceps as she wields her katana with perfect form. His eyes drift back to Ladybug, smugly grinning. âJust ogling, then?â
Ladybug says nothing but her cheeks tint pink, answering for her.
Inside her room, Kagami completes the routine, breathless, keenly aware of the bright azure eyes that track her every move.
I'm participating in @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
Hints of my Stardew Valley AU? đ
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The front door bell jingles. Setting the sheet of croissants on the counter, Marinette looks up-
The lilies are beautiful, orange with streaks of red and gold, like a candle's flickering flame. She gasps, hands covering her open mouth. "O-Oh, my. Those aren't- surely those aren't for me."
"They're not my best," the farmer mumbles, eyes averted.
Marinette considers her for a moment before rounding the counter, setting the stems in her water glass. A soft kiss on her cheek successfully stirs Kagami from her funk, shock evident in those amber irises when their eyes meet.
I'm participating in Marigami July organized by @marigamijuly! Like my previous prompt months, I'm choosing to fill all the prompts this month in exactly 100 words.
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The menu's huge, but today, the last Sunday, Kagami chooses plain orange juice.
Freshly squeezed, it's the perfect combination of tart and sweet, a reflection of the couple at their regular table, enjoying the quiet morning.
Her voice is soft, eyes downcast. "I'll miss this."
The other girl stops mid-sip, hesitant. "... same. But-"
A hand reaches out, resting on hers. Kagami catches a glimpse of gold, the ring. Her ring. When she looks up, Marinette is grinning, scheming.
"I can have juice with my wife every morning instead."
Kagami's heart swells in her chest, overflowing with love.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Kwami Swap, Lady Noire, Mister Bug, although it's just Adrien in this, so it's Adrinoire
Synopsis: Itâs been a week since theyâd said more than ten words to one another. They had managed to take care of the akuma, but it had been a slog, and Lady Noire had finally had enough. Slipping through his open window, she was about to give Adrien a piece of her mind, but found him in tears instead. All relationships need communication. They were no different.
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Fashionably late gift fic for both the Valentine's Day event for the Lukadrinette OT3 Discord and also @fragileizy who has been through a lot these last few weeks.
Inspired by Izy's Sharks and Sugar AU, but I'm not authoritative enough to say it takes place in it.
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The poor pot didnât stand a chance. When it hit the brick wall above the lounger, it exploded into a thousand tiny pieces, sending pulverized dust and shrapnel pieces flying in all directions. The frustrated scream she had released at the same time echoed across the Seine, and for a split second, she regretted it. But, just as quickly, the anger came rushing back, filling her vision with red. Lady Noire huffed angrily, drawing in huge lungfuls of air and releasing them just as quickly.
The fight had been an absolute nightmare.
And it was all my fault.
For all her rage, for all her fury, she could at least admit that much to herself. Sheâd fucked up.
And the fight went on for another hour because of it. All because she hadnât told Mister Bug the solution to the akuma, the easiest way to take it down, figuring he had already figured it out and was simply waiting for the right moment.
I take it back , she groused. If heâd just seen the obvious, we would have been done. So itâs just as much his fault, too.
This time, the spiral didnât send her spinning into manic depression. This time, it was building up her anger, building it and molding her perception, painting her partner in a different light.
This was all his fucking fault!
Sheâd had to recharge before coming home. (In fact, they both had to recharge twice that night, showing how long it had taken them to defeat the akuma. Plagg had given her a pointed stare while downing the cheese danish, had mumbled under his breath about âstupid teenagersâ.) So, since she didnât have a timer, it was a Friday night, and because she couldnât let this atrocity stand, Lady Noire grabbed her baton, vaulting into the air.
Heading towards the Agreste mansion.
Landing on the rooftop, she gingerly scaled down the side, down to the window she knew he kept unlocked, both for his own escapes and so she could sneak in for kisses. But, tonight, kisses were the last thing on her mind as she slipped into the darkened room, her feline eyes seeing in the dark far better than if she was a civilian.
Unless, of course, he wants his cheek kissed with my fist for tonight.
âAdrien.â Her tone was serious, with a sharp edge, and she didnât ask if he was here. She knew he was here, there wasnât any reason for him to be anywhere else and she hadnât seen him on her batonâs tracker.
There was a shocked gasp from the other side of his bed, a sob. âWhat?â
Despite her anger, the noise drew a pang of regret from her chest. She bit her lip, clenching her fists, the claws digging into the hexleather covering her palms. âCan we talk?â
Slowly, she watched as the back of Adrienâs head popped up over the edge of the bed as he stood. He was wearing his usual pajamas, a white shirt and black sweatpants with blue lines, her colors, and the sight of him still made her breath catch in her throat.
When he turned around, when she saw the shimmering sadness in his eyes, how red and puffy they were, how stained his cheeks were with both a pink flush and streaks of tears, her resolve crumbled. She gasped, hands flying to her mouth, eyes wide. âOh my god, Adrien, whatâs wrong?â
âIâm sorry.â He looked so small, so sad, that her heart ached in her chest. âIâm sorry I fucked up.â
Depsite that being the very reason she had just stormed across the city in a blind rage, she shook her head. âAdrien, you didnât-â
âI absolutely did!â he shouted, before growing quiet again, looking down at the ground, tears dripping onto the carpet. âTonight was my fault! I didnât understand the lucky charm, both of them , and you clearly saw the weak point well before I did!â He wiped at his eyes angrily, before covering his face in his hands. âAnd I knew you saw it, because you gave me such a pissed-off look after we took it down, and you didnât stay after I purified the akuma.â
He swallowed, throat dry, running his hands through his soft locks, grabbing at them in frustration. âI got home, and I detransformed, and when I went to the bathroom to look in the mirror, I realized that itâs not just been tonight, either.â His voice grew rougher and more tears streaked down his cheeks. âI have been the weak link for months. Youâve had to tell me how to use the lucky charm so many times, I canât even remember the last time I figured it out on my own. And itâs been your plan that gets the job done more often than not, Iâm just there to purify the akuma and to look good in front of the camera during the interview.â
Lady Noire stood there, speechless, all of the anger she had felt earlier drained from her body, replaced completely with confusion and, more importantly, regret. âThatâs not true, Adrien. Youâve always been the other half of me. Youâre there to make sure I donât take hits being a careless kitten, and you just see things differently than I do.â She went to step closer to him, reaching out her hand to take his. âWeâre a team, bugboy.â
Adrien was looking at her now, through his tears, and when she took a step closer, he took a step back, which stopped her in her tracks. âWeâre not, though. Iâm a failure, and youâre the person who has to clean up after me.â He shook his head, hands reaching up to his ears. âYou deserve these more than I ever did.â
In a flash, Lady Noire had closed the distance between them, pressing him up against his wall, hands on both of his wrists and holding them to either side of his head, stopping him from removing the earrings. Her anger had boiled back to the surface, but this time, it was in his defense . âDonât you fucking dare do that, Adrien! I did not come all this way just to take your earrings from you, so donât you fucking dare.â
âWhy the fuck not!â Despite being pinned, he was able to look furious, his Mister Bug voice coming through. âWhy do you fucking care? You havenât said a single thing to me in a week, you stopped answering my calls, my texts, why do you care if Iâm still your partner! You hate my guts, Marinette!â
âI donât!â The admission took her by surprise, and she let go of his wrists, stepping back out of his personal space. âI donât hate you, Adrien. I was mad at you, not just tonight but all week, and I broke one of my favorite pots tonight because of what happened, but-â She fiddled with her thumb, looking down, not able to look him in the eyes. âI donât hate you, Adrien. Please donât give up the miraculous.â Tears built up in her eyes, at the mere thought of doing this without him at her side, his dazzling smile shining just as much as his twinkling emerald eyes surrounded by red and black.
âI canât do this without you.â
âYou can, though, kitty.â Adrien sounded down, defeated, resigned to his fate. âYouâd be so much better than me. I bet youâd have akumas down in five seconds flat with the earrings.â He chuckled softly. âLadybug. Youâd be such a good Ladybug.â
âRedâs not my color.â Lady Noire reached forward, grasping his cheeks, lifting her gaze to his and pulling him down to her, bringing their foreheads together. âBlackâs a lot more my style. Not to mention the entire catwoman vibe.â She smiled softly, fondly. âRed and green go so well together.â
âMarinette.â His eyes were shimmering again. âI donât deserve you.â
She shook her head. âYouâve always deserved someone who loves you, bug. Iâm so sorry I didnât see how much you were hurting, I was too blind with anger.â
âWhat were we even fighting about, anyway?â
Lady Noire paused, looking up, thinking about it. âHonestly? I donât remember now. Something about Valentineâs Day, I think?â Realization crossed her face. âOh! You wanted to get me something big for Valentineâs Day, but I didnât want you to spend so much on me!â She laughed a little, shaking her head. âSo petty of me. I was worried you would think less of me because I didnât get you something just as expensive.â
âPlease donât be mad, but I still bought you something expensive.â He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. âI wanted to, though. You didnât have to get me anything, not even something small, I just wanted to give you something to prove that I love you.â
She bit her lip. âYou donât need to prove that to me, Adrien. I know you do. I love you, too.â Pulling him down the rest of the way to her lips, she kissed him softly, tenderly, her heart singing at the contact. Oh, gods, I'd missed this , she thought, her eyes slipping shut as she felt his arms slide down her sides, hands grasping her waist as her hands slipped into his hair, the kiss building until they finally had to pull away, breathless, puffs of air brushing against both their lips as they gazed into each otherâs eyes.
âI missed you.â
He smiled, genuinely, rubbing soft circles over her hexleather. âI missed you, too, kitten. Forgive me?â
She gave him a huge grin, leaping into his arms, Adrien releasing a small noise as the wind was knocked from him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, felt his arms holding her up. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, pressing their foreheads together again, azure eyes gazing fondly into his.
Let's just ignore the fact it's Day 6 today and go on from there, shall we...
I'm filling prompts for @purplenoir-week Purple Noir Week 2022, which promotes the platonic friendship between Adrien Agreste and Juleka Couffaine.
Fair warning, this is Luka Couffaine/Adrien Agreste and Juleka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng endgame. Mentions of chronic illness (Rose), mentions of a character death (Adrien's mom), lots of swearing (Couffaines swear like sailors).
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Their first week paired up together was an unmitigated disaster, to put it mildly.
Why Ladybug thought that pairing up two heavy-hitters on the same patrol route was a wise idea, she didnât know, but Purple Tigress was too new to the team, too fresh to question the Guardian, so she kept her mouth shut. She knew, though, that Ladybug knew she was upset, because she could still feel their leaderâs gaze on her long after they left the meet-up point near the tower.
Rose wouldâve talked me down from this anger, she thought, a wave of sadness washing over her mid-leap that nearly made her stumble off the next rooftop. No, not right now. Focus. Ahead of her, she caught sight of a sliver of black hexleather in the moonlight, and adjusted accordingly to follow. Donât fall behind.
When they finally made it to their assigned rally point, on the far western side of the city, it was already well past sunset. Chat Noir was waiting for her, chin balanced on his baton in front of him. âFeels like youâre getting slower, stripes.â
âFuck off.â Her left hand, the one without claws, balled up into a fist.
Surprised at her anger, Chat raised both his hands. âWhoa, okay, thereâs no need for that. Iâm sorry, I didnât realize. If youâd like, I can message Ryuko, she and I can finish this patrol route tonight.â
Tigress turned away from him, back the way they came. âItâs fine. Letâs just go.â
âNo.â She turned back to him at his tone, finding him staring her down seriously, clipping his baton behind him. âSomethingâs wrong here and we need to fix it, now, the sooner the better.â He took deliberate steps towards her until they were toe-to-toe. Tigress stood straighter, standing her ground.
âFirst off, if thereâs something distracting you, you should take care of it. The rest of us can cover for you until youâre better, and thereâs no reason to let something in your personal life fester until it comes crashing down.â
She glared at him. âYouâre not my therapist.â
Behind him, Tigress could see Chatâs tail whipping angrily through the air. Despite his growing frustration, his eyes softened. âItâs not you. Itâs someone else.â
âWhat?â
âSomeone you care about is sick.â
Purple Tigress felt her stomach twist painfully, her mind bringing up images of Rose, of her laying in her hospital bed, separated from her by plastic and clear walls and noisy fans and the whirring of medical equipment. She grimaced, shaking her head to clear the thoughts. âSo?â
âMy mother passed when I was thirteen.â She turned her gaze back to him, startled at the admission. He continued, tone even. âI loved her. A lot. And all I have left are the memories of her, and Iâd give up a lot to be able to make new ones with her again.â Chat reached out, taking her clawed hand in his, squeezing it softly. âYou should be there with them.â
The tiger holder sniffled, only then realizing she was crying. âSheâs my girlfriend. They donât know whatâs wrong with her, and sheâs getting worse, and I donât know if I can watch her-â She cuts off with a sob, pulling her hand away from him, wiping at her eyes angrily with the back of her hand. âMessage Ryuko. I canât do this anymore.â
Chat nods, understanding, reaching for his baton. Heâs about to open it when he stops, reaching out and grasping Tigressâs wrist. Stopping her from taking off the miraculous. âNo, stripes-â
âWhy the fuck not?! I just said I canât do this, and I mean all of this!â She wrenched her arm away from him, running both her hands through her hair. âIâm not cut out to be a hero! I canât figure out why Ladybug put us together, I canât keep up, my power is practically a carbon copy of yours, so obviously she was just weighing the two of us together to see whoâd last longer!â Falling to her knees, she took handfuls of her hair and yanked hard, screaming at the ground, tears streaming down her face. âMy entire life has been one fuck-up after another, and I wish someone else would finally realize it!â
When Chat joined her, kneeling in front of her and wrapped his arms around her, Juleka finally let the dam crumble entirely. She sobbed against his shoulder, screamed her frustrations out, arms around him squeezing almost painfully as her claws scraped against his hexleather back. The entire time, all Chat did was hold her, brushing her hair softly with a gloved hand, letting the sorrow and pain ebb out of her until she had run out of tears.
When she pulled away, she stared at the ground, unable to meet his eyes. âYou need to take my miraculous, Chat Noir. I canât be trusted with it.â
âNope.â
One last reserved ounce of rage filled her. Tigress looked up, glaring at him through her tears. âWhy the fuck not?! Iâm clearly not hero material!â
âI think I figured out why Ladybug put us together.â Chat grinned, reaching out and brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. The tender gesture caused her anger to recede. âShe knows who you are, right? Your civilian self. She probably knows about your girlfriend, knows youâre struggling with it.â When she didnât say anything, he continued. âSheâs not interested in a power contest or a marathon, stripes, she knew I could help you through this.â
Purple Tigress laughed at that in disbelief. âYou canât be serious.â
âItâs the truth, though!â He stood and extended a hand down to her, which she accepted after a few tense seconds. âIâve told Ladybug about my mother before, so she clearly saw the parallels.â He grinned, patting her on the shoulder. âTake the rest of the weekâs patrols off, Ryuko can cover for you. Iâll tell Ladybug youâre dealing with a private thing, she wonât mind.â
Tigress shook her head. âYou donât know that. What if thereâs an akuma-â
âIf we need you, weâll find you.â Glancing around one last time, for any cursed butterflies she realized, Chat quickly extended his baton. âDonât worry, stripes, we all have our own things to worry about. Weâve got you covered. After all, weâre a team, and teammates trust one another.â He smiled, a sympathetic look in his eyes. âTell your girlfriend I said hello.â
Before she could argue further, he vaulted off the roof, heading back the way they came.
Purple Tigress watched him leave, staring at his fleeting form. Once she couldnât see him, she looked down at her hand, where the miraculous still glistened in the moonlight.
With her other hand, she moved to pull it off.
But in the back of her mind, Chatâs voice echoed. Weâre a team.
Teammates trust one another.
She stopped, staring at both her hands for a long moment. Finally, she moved her hands back to her sides, the miraculous still secure on her wrist.
With a leap, she dashed back towards the city center.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Pairing: Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Tags: Kwami Swap, Fluff, Cultural Misunderstandings
Synopsis:Â Luka gets his kitty cat something special to celebrate their first hundred days together. Because that's a Chinese tradition, right? Kagami even reminded him.
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Something special I whipped up for @fragileizy reaching 100 followers at @fragileizywriting. Congrats, you deserve way more everything!
This is a standalone kwami swap AU that borrows from Daydreams, but isn't set in it.
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The jitters were starting to get to him.
Luka let out a frustrated sigh as he pressed his palm against his knee, stopping the tapping of his foot. He closed his eyes, trying to sooth his nerves with the gentle rippling of the fountain, the quiet air of the early morning.
It didnât work.
Get a grip, Lu. He looked over to the front door of the bakeryâstill no sign of her. Pulling out his phone, he glanced at the screen, seeing no new message. His brow furrowed in concern. She said sheâd be right out, but-
Across the street, the familiar jingle of the bakeryâs front door interrupted his thoughts, as well as the sing-song voice of the girl who lived there. âThanks, maman! I owe you one!â
Jumping up to his feet, the musician quickly dusted himself off before walking over to the park gate. He couldnât help but smile at the sight of her, the spark of recognition in her eyes when she spotted him, and the sharp grin that filled her face as she dashed towards him, leaping into his arms.
âLuka!â
He caught her effortlessly, laughing as he spun her around to slow her momentum before gently placing her feet back on the ground, hands still grasping her sides. âGood morning, Marinette.â
The grin on her face turned into a smirk as she brought her hands to his cheeks. âNot yet it is. Arenât you forgetting something?â
âHm.â He pretended to ponder a moment, watching her slowly raise herself to her tiptoes, before grinning. âOh, right!â Quickly, he turned his head to avoid her lips, kissing both her cheeks before pulling his face away with a cheerful smile. âGood morning!â
Marinette huffed, twitching her nose in annoyance, face drawn into a pout. âRude.â
Leaning down just a little, Luka brushed her cheek with his thumb. âSorry, I couldnât help myself, melody. Forgive me?â
She narrowed her eyes at him, grasping his shirt by the collar with both hands, pulling him the rest of the way down to her. âYouâre lucky youâre cute.â When their lips met, Lukaâs heart nearly fluttered out of his chest, every single worrying thought instantly canceled out by the spark. It was amazing how much affection he had for this woman, how much his soul sang for her when they were together. It had been smoldering in the background for years, as friends and then as miraculous holders fighting together, but now, now that they were together-together, he found himself drowning in affection for her, consuming his every waking moment. Three months had gone by like nothing-
Suddenly, he remembered why heâd texted her last night, asking her to meet him this morning. His present burned in his pocket, and he pulled away, slightly out of breath. âM-Marinette-â
He was barely able to get her name out before she was on him again, kissing him like they hadnât seen each other in months despite the fact theyâd gone to lunch together two days ago. His thoughts thoroughly fried, he could only return the effort, kissing her until they finally pulled away, lips bruised and huffing like theyâd ran a mile together.
âMmm, now itâs a good morning.â She sighed a little dreamily before taking a step back, as if she needed to physically put some distance between them or else sheâd jump him again. âSorry, Iâve only been wanting to do that since last night. I donât think you realize just how much my head spins when you start whispering on the phone like that-â
Luka chuckled a little. âI was wondering what happened. Here I was, thinking youâd fallen asleep but instead you were fantasizing-â
âShush.â Marinette flushed, trying to cover her embarrassment with another sharp grin, the tips of her canines showing over her lip. âLetâs just say that you almost had company last night.â
Leaning forward, he softly whispered in her ear. âYouâre always welcome at my door, kitten.â
With a shove, she pushed him away, red from the tip of her ears down to her neck. âI know, I know, you donât have to remind me-â Clearing her throat, Marinette slid up next to him, wrapping both of her arms around his and leaning against him, looking up at him with her azure eyes. âSo whatâs the plan this morning, star? Iâm all yours.â
His heart melted again at her words. Iâm all yours too, melody. He quickly pulled his eyes away from her before he started drifting again, reaching into his pocket. âWell, a friend told me that today is a significant day in terms of a new relationship-â
âWait, what?â Marinette blinked up at him, confused. âWhat do you mean?â
Luka smiled, pulling out the slim jewelry case, holding it up to her. âHereâs to another hundred days.â With practiced dexterity, he popped open the lid, revealing the simple silver charm bracelet. He had spent a month working odd jobs to be able to afford it, just getting enough last week to be able to purchase it. On the length were an assortment of hand-crafted charms, each one representing one of the miraculouses, with the black cat and snake charms on either side of the clasp.
In a way, it was an ouroboros, just like his miraculous, but at the same time, it represented them all, together as a team, with Lady Noire and Viperion anchoring them together.
His chest filled with warmth at her gasp, her hands flying to her face, covering her mouth. âOh, Luka-â She swallowed a sob, tears gathering in her eyes-
But then, her shuddering sobs turned into giggles, then full-blown laughter.
He definitely hadnât expected that.
Marinette quickly pulled away from him, stopping her laughter long enough to wipe at her eyes. Smiling cutely at him, she reached out, taking the box from him and gently closing it, placing it back in the chest pocket on his jacket, softly patting him there-
Unable to hold back any further, she wrapped her arms around his waist, laughing hysterically against his chest. âOh my GOD, I canât believe- oh my god, sheâs such a wicked witch, isnât she-â
Luka looked down at her, still a little stunned at her reaction. âDid I miss something?â
Giggling, Marinette looked up at him, azure eyes glittered with mirth. âLuka, darling, sweetheart. Kagami tricked you.â
His stomach dropped like a stone. âWhat do you mean?â
She shook her head, pressing her cheek against his chest. âYes, the hundred day mark is celebrated in China, but for newborns.â She gazed back up at him. âYou celebrate a babyâs first hundred days.â
Several emotions passed over Luka, rapid-fire, one after another.
The first was, again, shock.
Then embarrassment, for not realizing heâd been had.
Then shame, for not bothering to check and see if he was actually following his girlfriendâs cultural traditions.
For a split-second, in anger, he considered ways to hide a body.
Then, finally, acceptance.
Pretty sure he was as bright as a tomato and overheated like the surface of the sun, Luka groaned, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. The action only made Marinette laugh again.
âIâm so sorry, Marinette.â
âItâs okay, Luka, youâre not the only one Kagamiâs fooled.â She chuckled. âPoor Adrien. She did it to her own boyfriend. Some way to thank the savior of Paris, huh.â
Luka blinked a few times, pulling away. âWait, so why did I see so many recommendations for couples gifts for their hundred-day anniversary online?â
âItâs a Korean custom, actually. I mean, Koreans also celebrate a newbornâs first hundred days, but they also celebrate the first hundred days of a relationship.â She smiled at him. âShouldâve read those articles closer.â
Luka groaned again, pulling her close. âIâm so, so sorry, Marinette, I shouldâve checked-â
âLuka.â She pushed against him, then stood up on her tiptoes to give him a soft kiss. âYou got tricked. Itâs okay, Iâm not angry or anything.â She smiled. âItâs still really sweet, even if the sentiment was a little misplaced.â
He frowned. âIf youâre sure.â
âI am sure.â Grinning wide, Marinette pulled away from him, grasping his hand. âLetâs go get something for brunch, then we can spend some time together at your place and plot Kagamiâs demise like I know you want to right now.â
"What about the bracelet?"
She winked at him. "Later. Hard to sneak up on dragons if you're jingling all the way down the road."
Luka laughed, nodding. âA lazy afternoon cuddling sounds amazing right now.â He stopped, pulling her back to him, leaning down and giving her a quick kiss. âEspecially when itâs just you, me, your drafting tablet, and my guitar.â
âWhat can I say?â Marinette smirked, smiling slyly at him. âYou know how to make me purr, rockstar.â
I know I haven't done anything for the October Minific Challenge, but this October has been abnormally busy for me. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ But I knew I wanted to write something for LBSC's anniversary, so here we are.
In case you're not familiar, the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers sprint challenge involves writing an entire Lukanette fic or fanart in 3 15-minute sprints, followed by a 24-hour window where you can edit and add until you think the work is complete. Since they're more guidelines than rules, I definitely added more than I edited after my three sprints, but I only spent about an hour adding and editing so it maaaaybe only stretches things a little.
Is this coherent? No idea. Am I entirely happy with it? No, it's pretty Chat-centric, but I don't know if any talk about the defeat of Hawk Moth could avoid it. Did I write this when I should've been sleeping because I'm getting married in nine hours? No comment...
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It had been spring when Hawk Moth had finally fallen.
The grounds of the cemetery were still damp with dew. Marinette shuddered, not just from the cold, while standing at the entrance. Thankfully, Luka was there with her, giving her hand a reassuring squeeze and a soft smile.
âWeâll make this quick,â Luka whispered, teal eyes gentle.
The designer took in a deep breath, shaking her head. âItâs fine. Iâm fine.â
He gave her a knowing look. âYouâre not fine, melody.â
âI will be.â She took her first steps into the cemetery, Luka following close behind.
They walked in silence, only the sounds of nature and the city surrounding them as they made their way to the plot. Marinette tried to stay focused, but her mind began to wander, trying desperately to keep her from fixating on what she was about to see.
Suddenly, Lukaâs hand tugged on hers, bringing them both to a stop. She glanced back at him, but he instead was looking forward. âLook.â
She turned her gaze, then took in a sharp breath.
Chat Noir.
He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the back of the gravestone. His eyes stared at the ground, glassy; his suit was covered in droplets, as if he had been there since dawn. If he had noticed them approaching, he hadnât acknowledged it, unmoving except for his steady breath.
Oh, Adrien.
They both silently approached the hero, who still didnât move. Looking past him to the next plot, Marinette noticed the neighboring gravestone had a bouquet of lilies placed at its base.
âChat?â
Chat Noir startled, eyes darting to the two of them. âO-Oh! Um-â
âSorry, I didnât mean to scare you.â Marinette glanced around, making sure they were alone, before pulling away from Luka, kneeling down in the grass next to Chat. This close, she could see his eyes were cracked with red, that the shadows under his eyes werenât just from the mask. âHow long have you been here, Adrien?â
Chat didnât hold her gaze, looking away. âMy flight landed last night.â He sighed, leaning his head against the marble, closing his eyes. âKagami was going to take me here in the afternoon, but I just... I had to come here myself.â He swallowed, throat dry. âI donât know why.â
âWhen I saw you, I was surprised to still see the headstone intact.â Marinette grinned a little at the chuckle that drew out of him, her hand reaching forward and resting upon his. âI wish I couldâve been here to keep you company, chaton.â
He scoffed at that. âTrust me, it was better you werenât. I didnât have a lot of kind things to say at the time.â He opened his eyes, smiling sadly at her. âBesides, it wouldâve been hard to explain why Chat Noir and Ladybug both hung out at Gabriel Agresteâs grave the night before the anniversary.â
âWe wouldâve thought of something. Weâre a team, Adrien.â
Marinette hoped that the words would lift him up, but instead his stare grew distant. An awkward silence fell upon the three of them.
They were saved by the sound of an electronic chirp.
Reaching into her purse, Marinette pulled out her phone, looking at the notification. She smiled, holding it up to Chatâs face. âKagami. Sheâs about to ask me to send the others out looking for you.â
He sighed, reaching behind to grab his baton. âIâd better go, then, before she sends the entire Self-Defense Force to France to look, too.â Standing together, Chat attempted to dust himself off, which only drew a smile from Marinette and a chuckle from Luka at the futility of it.
âAre you joining us tonight?â
âAt Alya and Ninoâs place? Maybe. I havenât decided.â
Marinette frowned at that. âYou should. Everyone will be there. Weâve all missed you, Adrien.â
He closed his eyes again, taking a steadying breath. âI know. Iâm just not sure if Iâm ready for that.â
âAdrien.â Luka crossed his arms. âWeâre your friends. Youâre not being judged for your fatherâs actions.â
âI know. But, itâs still hard to accept, even now.â When his eyes opened again, they were brimming with tears. âMy father terrorized everyone in Paris for an entire decade. And now, I have to live with the weight of it, even if no one else knows it was him.â He turned towards the gravestone, grimacing at it, before kicking at the grass above it. âI want to forget him, but heâs always there. His voice still rings in my head, and his last words-â
Chat swore, wiping at his eyes. âI know youâre all willing to help, but this is something I have to work through myself.â He turned towards the two of them, eyes filled with sorrow and a flash of something else, there and gone in an instant. âIâm going to go fix things with Kagami.â
He left on his staff without giving them a chance to say anything more.
Marinette watched him leave, tears stinging her eyes. When she felt arms slowly wrap around her, she turned in Lukaâs embrace, burying her face in the soft cotton covering his chest. âI want to help him,â she whispered, barely audible.
Luka brushed his hand through her hair, humming softly. âI know you do, melody, but he has to open up first. Everythingâs still too fresh and tender.â He rested his cheek against her head. âEspecially today.â
She nodded, just letting him hold her. When she finally pulled away, wiping at her eyes, Luka kissed her forehead, then turned so that they both were looking at the gravestone atop the grave containing the man that had tormented them all for years.
Gabriel Agreste
Designer, Loving Husband and Father
Perished in Hawk Mothâs Final Attack
âI still canât believe we let him get away with it.â
âWe did it for Adrien,â Marinette murmured. âThe world knowing who Hawk Moth was wouldâve only ruined the brand and resulted in the state confiscating all of Gabrielâs assets as restitution.â She frowned, hugging Lukaâs arm. âTrust me, Iâm not happy about it, either, but-â
âMaybe we shouldâve let them.â Marinette glanced up at him, watching his features harden. âIt wouldâve been cathartic, in a way. And maybe then Adrien wouldnât be stuck in his fatherâs shadow.â
She hummed. âMaybe. Speaking of catharsis...â Taking in a deep breath, Marinette pulled away from Luka, reaching into her purse to pull out the item she had packed for this visit.
Carefully, she began salting Gabrielâs entire grave.
âYou know, if Adrien knew you were doing this, he may have stayed to help.â
Marinette chuckled. âThe last thing I need is Chat Noir being caught vandalizing a cemetery. Now be a good lookout and make sure we donât get caught, either.â
They werenât. Despite the number of people who visited the cemetery daily, the Agrestes were buried in a somewhat secluded area. Her task completed, she shook out the paper bag and crumpled it, tossing it on the ground at the base of the gravestone. She turned back to Luka, who was grinning ruefully at her. âWhat?â
âDo you plan on doing this every year?â
She shrugged, smirking. âMaybe. But, eventually, itâll be better to never come here ever again.â She took one last glance at the gravestone. âJust let him be forgotten.â
Luka nodded before reaching a hand out to her, which she gingerly took. Together, they walked down the path towards the entrance, just as the grounds were sprinkled by the rain of a spring shower.
That night, the miraculous holders, including the black cat holder, gathered to celebrate the anniversary. Through laughs, through tears, the team let themselves put the strain and the stress of saving Paris behind them.
Finally, Marinette thought, we can get on with our lives.
Luka apparently agreed. The next week, when he presented her with the engagement ring, shining silver and adorned with sapphires as blue as her eyes, Marinette all but tackled him to the ground, kissing him senseless.
I'm participating in the @/lovebugs-and-snakecharmers August mini fic challenge, where you complete each of the @/writersmonth prompts in less than 50 or 100 words (I'm choosing exactly 100 words).
I felt like this challenge needed a proper send-off, so here's one last, extra fill to close out the month, my first ever completed prompt month challenge. It's been a wild ride, and I thank each and every one of you who read, liked, reblogged, and commented, both in and out of the tags. đ It was a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!
This "fill" references Day 12 and has the return of someone a lot of you enjoyed seeing this month, not to mention a ton of references that some of you might recognize. đ Thanks again for reading! đ
"Beggars can't be choosers. Better late than never. Look before you leap."
"The best things in life are free."
"Let me guess, beauty is only skin deep."
"Silence is golden."
"Jack of all trades, master of none."
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"Life is too short."
"Good things come to those who wait."
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The burrow took many forms. Today, it was a wall of screens.
Somebody had watched The Matrix.
âUgh, boring.â Bunnyx clicked the remote.
âThereâs so few timelines where they get together-together.â Another Bunnyx sighed, leaning against the back of the chair of the first Bunnyx. âSo depressing.â
âBut the ones that exist are so good! Life on the farm? Neighbor needing a shower? Sharing airplane seats? Balcony-hopping? The Lucky Lady Cafe? Pink roses, apple picking, perfect water, baking panettone? Ooh, Lukanoire visits-â
âOf course you remember that one.â
âThereâs childhood friend naga-â
âReally-â
ââThis is whatever you want it to beâ-â
âThatâs-â
âVipermouse in the closet, a personal favorite-â
âCome on-â
âStar pilot with the forked tongue-â
âEnough!â Bunnyx 2 glared at Bunnyx 1. âAre you sure youâre one of us? Youâre not very ace.â
Bunnyx 1 shrugged. âTheyâre hot together. Youâre all just a bunch of prudes.â
Suddenly, the screens flickered at the same time a portal opened. Another Bunnyx entered, looking smug.
âWait-â Bunnyx 1 turned to the newcomer, pointing to the screens. âWhat did you do?â
âI told him what he needed to hear.â They laughed, pulling up a seat. âTake a look.â
The other two looked back to the wall, then gasped, jaws slack. More and more of the screens were filled with azure and teal, with tender touches and smiling embraces.
âHow-â
âJust a little push.â Smug Bunnyx grinned, munching on popcorn, settling in for the night. âI love it when a plan comes together.â
I realized it's really silly to call out all these great fics but then not link them. đ
Fics cited by Bunnyx, in order of appearance:
A Kick in the Head by @verfound
Neighborly by @quickspinner
Love in the sky by @airi-p4
Locked Out (NSFW-ish) by @mintaka14
Hero Cafe by @freedom-shamrock
A Pink Rose and a Blue Rose by @emikogale
Picking Out A Date by @anon-rebel-writes
Perfect Water by @crescent-woods
Worth the Wait by @chrwrites
Cat nip (NSFW) by @kryptored
And Then, There Were Two (NSFW) by @livrever
Whatever You Want (NSFW) by @nerdypanda3126
locker talk (NSFW) by @fragileizywriting
The Star-Pilot's Kiss (NSFW) by leafweaverRyn
I'm participating in the @/lovebugs-and-snakecharmers August mini fic challenge, where you complete each of the @/writersmonth prompts in less than 50 or 100 words (I'm choosing exactly 100 words).
I felt like this challenge needed a proper send-off, so here's one last, extra fill to close out the month, my first ever completed prompt month challenge. It's been a wild ride, and I thank each and every one of you who read, liked, reblogged, and commented, both in and out of the tags. đ It was a lot of fun, and I hope you enjoyed reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them!
This "fill" references Day 12 and has the return of someone a lot of you enjoyed seeing this month, not to mention a ton of references that some of you might recognize. đ Thanks again for reading! đ
"Beggars can't be choosers. Better late than never. Look before you leap."
"The best things in life are free."
"Let me guess, beauty is only skin deep."
"Silence is golden."
"Jack of all trades, master of none."
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
"Life is too short."
"Good things come to those who wait."
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The burrow took many forms. Today, it was a wall of screens.
Somebody had watched The Matrix.
âUgh, boring.â Bunnyx clicked the remote.
âThereâs so few timelines where they get together-together.â Another Bunnyx sighed, leaning against the back of the chair of the first Bunnyx. âSo depressing.â
âBut the ones that exist are so good! Life on the farm? Neighbor needing a shower? Sharing airplane seats? Balcony-hopping? The Lucky Lady Cafe? Pink roses, apple picking, perfect water, baking panettone? Ooh, Lukanoire visits-â
âOf course you remember that one.â
âThereâs childhood friend naga-â
âReally-â
ââThis is whatever you want it to beâ-â
âThatâs-â
âVipermouse in the closet, a personal favorite-â
âCome on-â
âStar pilot with the forked tongue-â
âEnough!â Bunnyx 2 glared at Bunnyx 1. âAre you sure youâre one of us? Youâre not very ace.â
Bunnyx 1 shrugged. âTheyâre hot together. Youâre all just a bunch of prudes.â
Suddenly, the screens flickered at the same time a portal opened. Another Bunnyx entered, looking smug.
âWait-â Bunnyx 1 turned to the newcomer, pointing to the screens. âWhat did you do?â
âI told him what he needed to hear.â They laughed, pulling up a seat. âTake a look.â
The other two looked back to the wall, then gasped, jaws slack. More and more of the screens were filled with azure and teal, with tender touches and smiling embraces.
âHow-â
âJust a little push.â Smug Bunnyx grinned, munching on popcorn, settling in for the night. âI love it when a plan comes together.â
I'm participating in the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers August mini fic challenge, where you complete each of the @writersmonth prompts in less than 50 or 100 words (I'm choosing exactly 100 words).
I'm breaking my rule a little, writing this before I've slept on the day, but it's the last day and rules are meant to be broken. I'm sure you won't mind this being a little early. đ
This is the last prompt, but as a thank you to everyone for reading these fills, the first time I've ever completed a prompt month, I'll have a special epilogue for you all... tonight, maybe? Tomorrow, definitely. đ Thank you for all your support!
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Her scales sparkled with blues and purples as she swam towards him, smiling bright when she surfaced. âHello, sailor!â
Luka nodded respectfully. âGood morning, melody.â
She covered her mouth with her hand, giggling. âYou know thatâs not my name, but Iâll forgive you because itâs cute.â
He sat at the edge of the dock, feet dangling, a grin teasing his lips. âI feel like your name is a secret, one that shouldnât be spoken lightly.â
âOh, but I love to hear you say it.â
I love everything about you, melody. âWhatever you wish, Marinette.â