FIC: Paris's Favorite Not-a-Couple (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Valentine 2025; 1/8)
...good Lord that's a mouthful 😂
Characters/Pairings: Alya Césaire, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Rose Lavillant; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, minor Juleka Couffaine/Rose Lavillant
Summary: If you ask anybody in the world — at least anyone who follows celebrity gossip and cares — Luke Stone and Marinette Dupain-Cheng are totally in love. If you ask Marinette, they’re just really close, really old friends. If you ask Luke…totally the same. There is absolutely no truth to the rumors, none at all, not…not even a bit…
(Or: the one where everyone but Marinette and Luka realize they’re totally dating, so why don’t we get on that already, huh?)
Author’s Notes/Warnings: HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY BEAUTIFUL PEOPLES!!!! Who's ready for another @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Valentine's Exchange? 😁
@omnoramayday asked for a Famous AU (where fans can’t believe they’re NOT dating), posing with each other (like as an art ref), or pirates (any way you sail it). Somehow I think I twisted all of it together to get you a Fake/Assumed Dating Celebrity AU with Wardrobe Malfunctions and a smidge of sea shanties? I also may have kidnapped Quick’s Angie again. And Rose is unhinged as ever. And I was screaming at them to JUST KISS before I even hit 2k. So…happy Valentine’s, I think? I was your secret admirer. 😁
Chapter One: A Favor Between Just Friends
The microwave dinged, and Alya kicked back from her desk, hopped up from her swivel chair, and walked across her flat to the kitchen to retrieve her dinner. Her mom had sent her home with leftovers when she had visited a few days ago, and she’d been saving them for a deadline night.
It wasn’t actually a deadline night, but she had been too busy staking out her latest story to remember to do the shopping this week, and it was raining, and who wanted to go grocery shopping in the rain, anyway?
So, mom’s leftovers it was!
“Because I’d know,” she laughed, rolling her eyes as she stirred the stew to distribute the heat. It was steaming, but she’d been fooled by steam and a frozen center before. Kimi, a friend from another publication she was currently on the phone with, said something else into the bud Alya had popped in her ears. “Girl! She’s, like, my best friend. I would know if she was dating Luke Stone.”