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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day Twenty-Nine, February 15: Leap (MLB/Lukanette) - IT’S OVER!!!!!!!

Notes: I’m almost a little hurt at how many of y’all thought I’d retcon the dorks.  Who do you think I am, Astruc?  Zag?  (…y’all. Y’ALL.  LOOK A THAT NUMBER.  WE MADE IT.)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Nine, February 15: Leap

Marinette groaned as she woke up, shifting and snuggling deeper into her pillow.  She was so tired.  She just wanted to sleep – to silence her alarm, chuck it across the room, and spend the rest of the day snuggled in her bed where it was warm and safe and comfortable.  She didn’t want to wake up and face another Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day.  She hated Valentine’s Day and would be perfectly content to never celebrate it ever again.  She was sure Luka would understand.  Given how sick the akuma had unintentionally made him, she was pretty sure he’d agree. He…

Her mental rant – which was just getting more convoluted and intense the more she woke up – was cut short as she became awake enough to realize something.

Her alarm wasn’t what had woken her up.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 28, Loop 27: Free (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: …y’know, I like this gimmick SO DAMN MUCH, we’re gonna do it ONE MORE TIME… 😂  (I’ve been permanently traumatized by the word ‘loop’. We were putting Fruit Loops in breakfast bags the other day and I CRINGED.)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Eight, Loop Twenty-Seven: Free

When Marinette woke up the morning of Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day, it wasn’t to the blaring of her alarm.  It also wasn’t to a gentle humming in her ear or an incessant tapping on her roof.

When Marinette woke up that morning, it was to a ticklish flicking against her nose.

It was easy enough to ignore at first.  In her half-awake state, she swatted at her nose without any thought to the cause (probably just some hair that had fallen into her face through the night).  And when the tickling persisted, she groaned and rolled to press her face into her pillow. With her nose now covered, the feeling moved to her ear – only it wasn’t a tickle anymore.  It was a sharp, stinging flick.  She slapped at her ear with a grumble, and for a moment the annoyance left her in peace.

…until it bit her.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 27, Loop 26: Surprise (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: I didn’t work on this at all last week bc I wasn’t writing makeouts at work and the heatwave is killing me.  TWO TO GO…

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Seven, Loop Twenty-Six: Surprise

Marinette woke up that Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day a good half hour before her alarm went off, which was…weird, all things considered.  She hadn’t woken up before her alarm on any of the other Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Days before that – it had always been to the sound of her alarm beeping above her.  This time, though, when she woke up, it wasn’t to the sound of a jarring alarm cutting through the silence of her room.

It was to a song, an achingly familiar song, being softly, gently hummed by her ear.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 26, Loop 25: Home (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Hey, y’all, remember when I said I sat down and outlined the rest of the prompts?  Remember when I said I had a Plan?  That I Know How It Ends?  Bear with me.  We’re gonna get through this.  C: (“Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger – the person that you’d take a bullet for is behind the trigger, oh~”)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Six, Loop Twenty-Five: Home

When her alarm started beeping Friday morning, Marinette was already awake.  The alarm echoed as a dull beeping in the background of her mind, but she couldn’t really hear it.  She felt numb, only vaguely aware of her surroundings as everything bled into a dull nothingness waiting to engulf her.  Her eyes stared listlessly at the ceiling.  Her face felt sticky and cracked.  Stiff where the tears had dried and cold where they were still falling.

She heard a scuffling above her, but she didn’t even have the hope that it was Viperion on her roof.  The noise was too low anyway – below the roof, inside her room – and too soft to be the familiar thud of boots.  She rolled onto her side as her alarm was silenced.  Tikki, then.  She grabbed her cat pillow, pressing her face into its side as more tears fell.  She curled into a ball, and before she could even try to contain it she was crying in earnest.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 25, Loop 24: Alone (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Ugh y’all. I had a cake order, then the weather was kicking my ass (what is this “was” it still is), and then I got bit with some plunnies that wouldn’t shut up.  One of them still hasn’t shut up, but Dingo and I have compromised.  (I want to say I had this half-done for like a week, but looking at how it ended up it was more like a third done…  xD)

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Five, Loop Twenty-Four: Alone

Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day, began just like every Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day before it.

Marinette was in her bed, screaming into her pillow, feeling like she had just been thrown there.  So.  Normal, by this point.

Her phone was on the shelf above her head, beeping with her alarm.  Telling her it was time to get up, get ready for school, and face the day.  Also normal.

In a few minutes, her mother would be coming up the stairs to wake her up.  To make sure she was up and ready for her big day, because as far as her mom knew this was the one and only Friday, 14 February, Valentine’s Day and her and Luka were still just friends.  So…also normal.

She rolled onto her back and glared at the hatch to her balcony.  She grabbed her phone, silencing it without looking, and continued to watch the hatch. Any second now, she would hear Viperion land above her.  It would be followed by a soft knock, and then…well.  She could pull him down like she had the first time and kiss the living daylights out of him.  That had been fun.  Or, she thought as she saw Tikki fly over to her from the corner of her eye, she could just transform and meet him up there.  There could still be kissing.  She was really fond of the kissing.

…except enough time had passed that she should have already heard his boots.  He should have knocked by now.  So. Not normal.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 24, Loop 23: Rain (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Daaaaaaamn it’s been a while since I broke out my battle scenes.  I am RUSTY.  (Especially if I don’t have a Celtic bastard singing shanties and swinging claymores at heads…)  These aren’t really relevant to the chapter, besides the fact that they were akuma fightin’ Mood Music and I’ve been linking EVERYONE to the first one.  Like…I have no idea who the girl is, but HOLY SHIT.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=67G_iQuMgN0

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S3yIilm7CKE

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Four, Loop Twenty-Three: Rain

Marinette felt like she had just been thrown into her bed, her face smushed into her pillow and the wind knocked out of her.  Which was kind of good, because at least the pillow muffled her scream and wouldn’t bring her mother upstairs earlier than she’d been coming.  Once she stopped screaming, she pushed herself up and slammed her fist into her pillow, letting out another grunt of frustration.  Tikki was immediately beside her, wringing her paws nervously.

“I had it!” Marinette cried.

“I know,” Tikki said, nodding.

“It was right there!” Marinette continued.

“I know,” Tikki said again.  

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Day: Day 22, Loop 21: Phone Call (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Big long apology note in the ch that I’m cutting here for Tumblr space but tl;dr the Struggle with this ch/fic Has Been Real and I am so terribly sorry.  I have pictures of Luka chasing Dingo with an axe in Animal Crossing.  I should find a way to upload them as an apology.  xD

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-Two, Loop Twenty-One: Phone Call

For the first time in longer than she could remember, which really only equated to about two weeks (maybe a bit longer), Marinette didn’t completely hate her alarm when she woke up.  She didn’t feel an overwhelming sense of dread when she heard the steady beeping, at least.  She still felt tired, but not as tired as she could have been.  She would maybe even dare to say she felt…hopeful.

Yesterday had been a good day.

Comparatively speaking.  In light of all the same yesterdays leading up to it.  In light of the fact that she still hadn’t caught the akuma and that it was still Valentine’s Day.  Despite all of that, yesterday had been a good day.

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FIC: Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days: Day 21, Loop 20: Late Night Escape (MLB/Lukanette)

Notes: Because of how this fic has evolved since the start (holy poo on toast has anyone checked out the word count lately?  What even is that?), I’ve had notes stashed on the prompt list on my wall, on a file on my phone, on a few sheets of loose leaf hanging around my desk, and in individual chapters.  Like this one.  (There’s a few things that should have been in the last loop, but because I moved things up a loop I’m now trying to rework them here.  One stayed, but Luka experiencing Sass’s Disappointed Dad Voice was lost.  Y’all my OCD, anal retentive nature is side-eying this fic so hard and wondering why y’all haven’t killed me yet. xD  I swear this is why I usually wait until the whole thing’s done before posting.) 

…oh, and uh…to all the mums out there: happy Mothers’ Day.  From. Y’know.  The Valentine’s Day fic.  xD

Marinette’s 29 Valentine’s Days

Day Twenty-One, Loop Twenty: Late Night Escape

The next day, it wasn’t Marinette’s alarm that woke her up.

It was an incoming phone call.

Luka’s face grinned at her from the screen.  She had to smile back as she answered the call.  Tikki hovered anxiously nearby as she sat up.

“Hey,” she said, rubbing at her eyes.  “Feeling better?”

“…no,” he mumbled. There was a pause, and she heard fabric shuffling on the other end.  “Yes. Maybe.  Sass is here.”

…she thanked every kwami she could think of, and more that she knew existed and had never met, for that.