#lukanetteweek

[lovelivingmydreams]

Lukanetteweek day 2: family +day 3: confession

Day 1 Luka strung his guitar as he observed Marinette taking the measurements of Kitty Section’s band members. Rose and the others had approved of Mari’s designs. So now all that was left to do was making those designs a reality. She’d come to the garage where they’d been practicing their new song, without the speakers as not to disturb the neighbors too much. She’d come in right after they’d started and had cheered them on the whole time. She waited patiently until they were done before waving a notebook and measuring tape, indicating the reason for her presence. Adrien had apologized and left with the promise to send her his measurements. He had a shoot. She went on to measure Rose, Juleka and finally Ivan. The girls were easy enough for her. She went to work with confident practiced moves and a steady rhythm. Measure, write, measure, write. Measure, complement, write. When it came to Ivan she needed some help from Juleka. When she saw the slight flash of insecurity on his face she comforted him by saying that Mylene must feel so safe having someone so big and strong to look after her. After she got all of his measurements down they all left. The girls had a double date with Ivan and Mylene. “Gues it’s my turn huh?” he concluded as he put his guitar away before getting up to walk towards her, hands casually shoved in his pockets. Marinette nodded without looking, turning over a page in her notebook and presumably writing down his name on top of her prepared sheet. He could see a slight blush forming on her cheeks. Was she nervous about touching him? That was kind of cute. “So what first?” he asked patiently. He had no where to be which was why he’d waited until everyone with plans had their turn. “Uhm,” she hesitated, playing with the pen in her hand.”You probably should take your hoodie off... for accurate measurements.” He nodded in understanding and took of the extra layer. It was kind of chilly in the garage, but it couldn’t be helped. Unless he wanted his shirt to be two sizes too big. Marinette closed her eyes, took a deep breath and when she opened them she had a determined look in her eyes. Her posture straightened and she walked towards him with a confidence one wouldn’t have expected of her judging by how she acted only seconds before. Except Luka had already seen her passionate, determined and confident under pressure. That she felt the need to give herself a peptalk for him was kind of flattering. Still he hoped she’d soon be comfortable enough around him to just be herself without second guessing her actions. “I’ll start with your back and shoulders,” she informed him as she walked around. “Whatever you say Miss Dupain-Cheng,” he smirked. He felt her delicate hands follow the line of his shoulders as she aligned the measuring tape. He heard a short hum before her hands disappeared ass she moved to write her findings down. Then her hands moved along his spine and he resisted the urge to move. No need for her to find out he was ticklish right now. “Can you put up your arms?” He did as he was told. She measured the circumference of his upper arm, his lower arm and his wrist. Then she measured the length of his upper and lower arm before she walked back around to stand in front of him. The blush had reappeared on her cheeks. “Now comes the awkward stuff huh?” he smirked, which lead to her blushing more intensely. She looked up apologetically and nodded. “I’m not very used to doing this... I mean I’ve taken measurements before, but usually from people I’ve know all my live... It’s different.” She fumbled with the tape, looking everywhere except at him. “Well I’m glad you get to practice overcoming this with me. You want to be a professional designer someday right? You’ll probably have to take a lot of measurements of models before you get to the point where you can pay someone to do that for you,” he mused. Marinette nodded. “Yeah. First I’ll have to built a portfolio and then I need to apply at IFA, take the exam, then when I get in I need to tale on internships. I’ll apply for one at Gabriel and work my way up trough the ranks and by the time I graduate I’ll be offered a job as a designer.” Luka smiled at the excitement in her eyes. “Well you’ve planned out your entire career it seems.” She blushed at his remark. “But I wonder what a bout your family life? Have you figured that out yet?” She seemed like the kind of girl that had her wedding half-planed and her house picked out before she graduated college. “well...” Yep, she was definitely that kind of girl. “I may have a few ideas for my wedding dress drawn out,” she admitted. “I dream of a beautiful house near the Seine. And we’d have three kids. Emma, Louis and Hugo. And a pet hamster.” Luka chuckled. “A hamster?” he queried. “I love hamsters,” she insisted. He held his hands up in surrender. “I can almost imagine it myself actually. You making coffee, a pencil in your hair and a notebook in your pocket in case of emergency’s. Emma drawing pretty dresses at the kitchen table while the boys are climbing the tree in the garden.” She nodded at the picture he painted. She gestured for him to spread his arms again. It seemed that engaging her mind with this fantasy helped her to keep her mind of of worrying about things getting awkward. “I don’t expect any of my kids to pursue fashion actually. If they want to that’s fine. But especially since I’ve seen how being pushed into his father’s business is weighing down on Adrien, I wouldn’t want to do that to my little angels,” she explained as she measured his chest, not even blinking while she reached around him, coming almost chest to chest. “I just want them to be kind, considerate and happy,” she smiled as she wrote down his size. “If they take after their mother you won’t have to worry about those first two. And the latter can’t possibly be a problem. Between you and your parents, plus an honorary aunt like Alya...” he wanted to say more, but an accidental graze from her thumb against his stomach caused to cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath. Dang... That was his weak spot. “Luka?” Marinette looked up at him confused, but then realization dawned on him. Mischievous Marinette was both very cute and a terrifying sight. “Are you ticklish?” she asked with a raised eyebrow. One hand lifted as though she wanted to let him know that she would put him to the test if he denied it. “... Yes,” he admitted and he was rewarded with a giggle. “That’s adorable,” she managed between fits of laughter. “Yeah... Little hint, don’t embarrass your professional models like that. Their ego’s are most likely a whole lot more fragile than mine,” he muttered in mock annoyance. Mari nodded and went back to work. Apearantly learning that he was ticklish was the icebreaker needed to make her at ease, since she took the rest of his measurements in comfortable silence. When she was done she got up and checked her notebook one last time. Luka was ready to grab his guitar and leave, but then she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around. “I forgot about your hat!” she exclaimed. He looked at her confused. “I have cold weather accessories planned for everyone,” she explained while she reached on her tiptoes to measure the circumference of his head. He should’ve sat down for this. He should’ve stopped her when he noticed she was too hurried to think straight. But she’d wanted to get this last one done quickly, he had been taken by surprise. And now they were both falling to the ground. On instinct Luka wrapped his body around hers to make sure he’d break her fall. When they hit the ground he broke the force of the fall by rolling them both over a few times. This resulted in him crouching down above a dazed and blushing Marinette. For one breathless moment his attention was captivated by her lips, but then that moment passed and he, once again, got a clear sight of his priorities. “Are you alright?” he breathed. Mari nodded and with a sigh of relief he helped her up “I’ll take a seat this time,” he smirked, earning an apologetic smile. “That’s probably for the best,” she agreed. After she’d taken this one last measurement she packed her things.while he contemplated that split second where he’d wanted to act without thinking the consequences trough. He was always a ‘go with the flow’ kind of guy. But he knew that with matters of the heart he needed to be careful. “See you Luka!” Mari called behind him. He acted on instinct. “Wait!” he exclaimed as he grabbed her wrist. Urgently but not too hard. Marinette looked up at him in surprise. “I feel like I need to tell you this... To make sure that there’s no misunderstanding I need you to know that I don’t expect anything from you. But I want you to know how I feel regardless. I like you Marinette. Enough that I want to find out if I might be the lucky man who one day gets to see you in that dress you sketched, to carry you trough the doorway of the little house by the seine. I want to find out if I might be so lucky as to find myself the father of those three children. And maybe I’m not. But I feel like if I don’t let you know this now then I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it. You are the song I want to sing Marinette. But I’d understand if you don’t feel that way. I’ve seen you look at Adrien... But still, sometimes I think I catch you looking at me that way.” Marinette was silent for a minute. “You really mean that? You like me as more than a friend?” she asked breathlessly. Luka nodded, his face serious. “The truth is Luka, I don’t know how I feel right now... Would you give me time? To sort out my heart? I’d understand if you don’t want to wait for that. I feel selfish for even asking...” “Not at all!” he insisted. “I told you i didn’t expect you to do anything with this. And you should never feel pressured to feel anything for anyone.Thank you for listening to what i had to say.” Marinette smiled and gave him a playful shove. “How come you’re so mature?” she wondered. Luka shrugged. “I spent a lot of time listening,” was all he had to say. She accepted this as an explanation and after a short moment of hesitation she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. Luka sighed. His heart felt lighter, now that he’d confessed. And while some would consider a ‘maybe’ as worse than a straight out ‘no’, he knew that this was the most that Marinette was able to offer at this point. When she spoke he could hear the conflict inside her. If he’d have to put it into notes it would be a confusing piece, fluctuating in tempo, volume and tone. She needed time. And he was happy to give her that gift. Regardless of the result. Day 4 part 1 Part 2 Day 5&6 Day 7

[lovelivingmydreams]

Lukanetteweek day 4: Miraculous part 1

Day 1 Day 2&3 Luka stared at the box the cat themed hero of Paris was holding out for him to take. Him? A superhero? Under any other circumstances he probably would’ve thought about this a little longer. But today there was no time to lose. Marinette needed him and with Ladybug MIA Paris needed another hero. He took the box and opened it. He squinted against the flash of light and his eyes were immediately drawn to the little snake creature. “Hello honorable chosen! My name is Sass. I am at your service.” Again any other day Luka would’ve taken a moment to fully understand what was expected of him. But the sounds of chaos and destruction in the background urged him on. He looked at chat noir. “I’ll give you a rundown of your powers on the way. Don’t worry. Plus, I have a plan.” Luka nodded and looked back at Sass. “Put on the bracelet and say ‘Sass, scales on’.” He looked in the box and found the bracelet in question. An unassuming piece of jewelry for anyone not in the known. He put away the box, put on the bracelet and with a deep breath he said: “Sass, scales on!” In a flash of light he felt not only his clothes change but himself too. He felt stronger and more in tune with his body than ever before. He felt like he could leap buildings no problem. When he opened his eyes he saw the green tones of his superhero costume. “Nice superhero persona man. You’re going to have the ladies chasing you down,” Chat teased. Luka smirked. “Too bad for them. I’m a one girl kind of serpent,” he replied. Chat nodded and gestured Luka to follow him. Chat used his staff to vault between buildings, while Luka had to use his own force to get by. His weapon was a lyre. Not exactly prime vaulting material. As they ran and as Chat Noir explained to him how to use his powers and what the plan was, Luka couldn’t help but think back to how well the day had started. It had been a beautiful Saturday morning. Juleka had brought him to a get together her class had organized in the Champ de Mars. Marinette had come bearing not only freshly baked goods but also their new band attire. While the girls coed over their new shirts the boys had immediately exchanged their own clothes for the new getup. Adrien, Ivan and Luka had taken a couple of pictures wearing the shirts. Soon the girls joined them holding their new outfits in front of them to show them off. Finally they surrounded a flustered Marinette for a picture with big thumbs up. In a bold move Luka had lifted the petite designer in a bear hug, giving her a kiss on the cheek for the last picture. Adrien and Alya both posted the pictures online. Alya even got a close up of the Chat Noir inspired T shirt for the Ladybug account. They’d laughed at how overwhelmed Mari was with all the attention and enjoyed the food she’d brought. Just when Adrien got called over for a shoot, and right when Luka wanted to ask Marinette to dance to the song her friend Nino had put on they’d been interrupted by an akuma. It wasn’t one of Adrien’s fans, nor a ladyblogger who thought that maybe Mari had an in with Chat noir or something. No, to Luka’s surprise it was a classmate of his. Apparently Annelie, a girl at his school who until that point had only insulted and belittled him, had funny ways to show her affection. She’d apparently seen the picture of him and Marinette together and gotten upset enough to draw Hawkmoth’s attention. Sadly she wanted to take out her anger on Marinette before trying to convince Luka to turn his affection towards her. Which had left Chat Noir time to asses her powers and get a miraculous for Luka. According to the leather clad hero she called herself Tallemaja now and she was quite flirtatious. Chat suspected that she needed to kiss her victim for her powers to affect anyone. He hadn’t yet seen what that meant yet, but he wasn’t too interested in finding out himself. Luka had to agree with that. “She’s probably looking for you right now. Except she won’t find you now that you’re in disguise. When I was there last she had Marinette locked in a hole in the ground. She looks a lot like a normal girl, but in oldtimy clothes and I’m pretty sure I saw a cowtail sticking out.” Luka nodded in understanding. Annelie had done a presentation on the Swedish Tallemaja a few weeks ago and so far things seemed to add up. “Alright, don’t let her kiss me, Marinette is stuck underground. I feel like I know how to use my powers, but what is this plan you were talking about?” he wondered. “First order of business is busting out the princess.” It might’ve been the animalistic instincts that came with the suit, but Luka had the urge to hiss a warning at the cat. “Princess?” he asked instead, eyebrow raised. “I’ve saved her a few times in the past. Princess seems to fit her. Petite, kind, stubborn.” Luka smiled. Yeah, that was Marinette alright. He let it go. “So how do we bust her out?” he pressed. “Well, one of us does a frontal attack, while the other sneaks in from the back. Whoever gets to her first gets her out and runs off. The other makes sure they aren’t followed by the Akuma. Once she’s safe whoever has her returns to the battle and helps get defeat Tallemaja. Hopefully LB will be back by then. We defeat the girl, get everything back to normal and then we can get the Princess back to her kingdom to enjoy the rest of her day.” Luka nodded. That was a solid plan. “You’ll need a code name,” Chat reminded him. “Call me Viperion. So is it the snake or the cat that’s going to sneak around?” he asked. Chat came to a stop, Luka followed his example. They were close. “I’ll distract the Akuma. No offense but you are new to the game. I’d rather avoid you going in direct confrontation with the villain of the day right of the bat. Kwami knows I could’ve used quite a bit more practice my first time around.” Luka nodded, impressed with how insightful the cat was being. He probably would have to face Annelie/Tallemaja at some point during the battle and he wasn’t afraid of her. Still, he would feel much better if Marinette was safe and sound first. He wouldn’t be able to concentrate otherwise. “Let’s do this,” he breathed. He scaled the buildings, keeping his body close to the walls, from a distance he probably almost looked like a real snake slithering around. Once he was at a high enough vantage point he surveyed the scene below. Tallemaja had gathered a small army of male admirers. She looked frustrated though. He looked around for the prison Marinette was being kept in. Unable to see it from up high he crawled down, using a narrow alley between buildings to hide in. Once on the ground he listened closely. “Let me out of here!” That was her! It came from underneath the throne Tallemaja had made for herself. He just had to wait for her attention to be drawn to Chat and he could try to free her. Which was no problem. Snakes were all about waiting for the right moment to strike. “Quiet!” Tallemaja shouted. “What have I ever done to you?” Marinette pleaded. “Nothing. I just need you out of the way. You distract him,” the akuma explained. Luka relaxed. So she had no intention to directly harm Marinette. She just wanted her to be out of sight. “I’ll do it right this time. And with you out the way there’s no reason for him not to give me a chance.” He saw her take out a piece of black paper. The flyer! He’d handed out flyers for Kitty Section’s next gig. They credited Marinette for the clothes so if nothing else he wanted to help her get her name out. He remembered giving one to Annelie, she had accepted the flyer and proceeded to ridicule it. She’d even gone as far as to try and insult Marinette. A girl she had never met. She had heard of her parents bakery though. It had been something about what a baker girl could possibly know about fashion design. He’d come to Marinette’s defense. That combined with the pictures of her awesome work and how affectionate he acted towards her in them had clearly been too much for her to handle. “This is not the way! Hawkmoth is deceiving you. Even if you find him and you add him to your army, is this blind infatuation really what you want?” Sweet Marinette. Trying to reason with the akuma. “Luka will be mine!” she insisted. “You can’t force that upon him. He’s such a nice guy. He deserves better than that don’t you think? And as a matter of fact, you deserve better too. You deserve someone who sees you with all your flaws and loves you anyway. You deserve someone who makes you feel stronger, who makes you want to be better. You don’t deserve to pine after someone who doesn’t even realize how you feel...” Luka started to feel uncomfortable. How was he suposed to know that ‘get lost loser’ meant ‘ask me out’? “How come he doesn’t know? He’s usually very observant.” He sighed with relief, happy that Marinette at least knew him that well by now. “Because he’s been distracted. By you!” Tallemaja insisted, though there was hesitation in her voice. Mari was actually making her doubt her actions. “I’ve only known him a month,” Marinette told her. “No, you... I... Yes Hawkmoth. You’re right. She’d say anything to escape.” Damn it. Well so much for a peaceful solution. Chat Noir seemed to think the same and launched himself towards Tallemaja from behind. They landed a dozen feet away, prompting her army to swiftly follow to check on their queen. Viperion hurried towards the throne sculpted from earth. He kicked it over and was relieved to find the dark prison the young designer had been kept in. “Chat?” a quiet voice called. “Sorry to disappoint beautiful. I’ll be your rescuer today.” He kind of enjoyed the chance to flirt with her like that without being afraid he was coming of too strong. He was a super hero, he was allowed to flirt a little and tease unsuspecting civilians. “Ah, thank you,” Marinette breathed surprised as she reached up and took his hand. He pulled her up and in one swift movement he scooped her up and started running. He glanced behind. Chat Noir was doing a good job evading the minions and Tallemaja for now. But he better not take too long to return. “I’ll take you somewhere safe. I need you to stay there until Chat and I come to pick you up. Alright?” he asked as he looked down at her. He tried not to dwell on how nice it felt to hold her so close. Now was not the time. “Alright... Who do I thank for my rescue?” she asked, a faint blush on her cheeks. “Viperion,” he replied with a smirk. He would have to listen closely to what she’d tell her friend Alya about the new superhero. He dropped her of on a roof and hid her out of sight. “See you soon gorgeous.” And with that he left to join the fight. More coming soon in part 2

[lovelivingmydreams]

Lukanetteweek day 1 Music

So here’s my contribution to this week celebrating one of my favorite ships in MLB. Let’s see how this goes: Luka was happy he’d let his sister talk him into spending some time in her school’s art room. The idea had been to help Rose work on their band’s next song, but they both got a little sidetracked. Rose was in an animated debate with Alix about a stagedesign for their next gig and Luka... Well he was watching a certain blue eyed girl sketching away in her book. It was mesmerizing, and he found himself strumming along to her movements on his guitar. Gentle, determined, happy. Her tongue stuck out and her brow creased on hard parts. It looked so cute. She was completely oblivious to her surroundings. She was on what he thought was her third sketch when she suddenly grew displeased with her work. His music changed with her mood. Rough, hesitant, heavy. He decided she needed a break. “Is this spot free?” he asked kindly after walking over to her. “Bwaah!” Marinette exclaimed, throwing her arms up in panic, dropping her sketchbook and jumping away in a defensive position. Luka couldn’t help his chuckle. She’d really been in a world of her own. “Sorry about that. Didn’t mean to scare you,” he assured her as he bent down to pick up her book. “Oh, Luka! No problem,” she replied as she did the same. Neither realized what was happening until they butted heads halfway trough. “Ow!” they both exclaimed, Marinette shot up and rubbed her head. Luka picked up the notebook and did the same as he chuckled. “Sorry again,” he said earnestly as he handed her the book. To his delight she laughed it of as well. She had a nice laugh. “Not your fault. It happens to me all the time,” She confessed. She gestured for him to join her on her bench. “You looked like you could take a break,” he queried gently. Marinette nodded, the frustrated scowl back on her face. “I promised Rose I’d design a look for you guys, for your gigs. But I can’t seem to get your’s right.” She flipped trough the other designs. All were a nice mix of Black with a bright neon color for the details. For Rose it was hot pink, Juleka purple, Adrien had what her notes seemed to call ‘Chat green’, Ivan Yellow. He saw that his color was meant to be turquoise, matching his highlights. All his band members had catlike eyes somewhere on their outfit in said colors along with neon linings that highlighted the design. His page however was still mostly empty, except for the pair of eyes that headed it. The turquoise irises with vertical pupil looked amazing against the black background. But something seemed off about them. They weren’t oval like all the others had been. They were rounder. More snakelike than catlike. Then again maybe that was just because Mari had stopped drawing. “I don’t know why. All the others just came to me. And now I’m stuck. Rose’ll be so disappointed. I said I’d have the designs ready by now.” To his alarm Luka could hear her breathing accelerating as panic started to take hold of the girls heart. “She’ll hate me, and Juleka will hate me too because I made Rose upset. And then no one will ever ask me for anything again. Then no one will want to be around me anymore and I’ll be all alone again and I’ll deserve it because I lied to Rose while I knew this was important and I knew I might not make it, but she needs those outfits for the next gig and who knows if I’ll even be able to make them all? What made me think I could event do this? You’ll all look ridiculous and it’ll be my fault. What have I done?” Luka knelt in front of her and put two calming hands on her shoulders. “Breathe Marinette,” he instructed as he demonstrated the rhythm he wanted her to follow. Once she’d calmed down he offered her a reassuring smile. “The outfits you came up with look great. Rose will love them, and even if you can’t figure out what you want to do with mine today, she’ll understand. No one is going to hate you because of a creative block.” He flipped back a few pages to Adrien’s outfit. “With Adrien you put the eyes on his chest. And you did this cool thing with the neckline. Why?” She bit her lip and blushed a little as she hesitantly tried to put her thought process in words “Well I picked green as his accent because I thought it would go well with his eyes you know? And the colorsheme, black and green, reminded me of Chat Noir, so I guess I tried to channel him while drawing it. So I put the Paris skyline in the neckline and the eyes beneath it. To reflect the fact that Chat’s eyes are watching over the city... Which is silly because this is a band shirt not a chat noir themed clothingline...” Luka moved his hands to hers, which were fidgeting and probably about to tear up the page. “It’s great that you put so much thought in it though. And you know Adirien and the others a lot better than you know me. So it makes sense that it’s harder for you to make something for me. Hold on.” He pulled out his phone and flicked trough his recordings. He started the song he’d recorded yesterday, the one without lyrics. As the music started playing he put one earbud in her ear and another in his own so they could listen together. As they sat there enjoying the music he couldn’t help but notice how close he was to her. Right next to the girl that had inspired the song they were now both listening to. He felt his heart jump as he saw her relax and smile at the melody he’d written especially for her. He hadn’t expected to let her listen to it so soon, but here they were. The melody was a tale of a boy who loved a girl. It told about how he admired her and how he wanted her to be happy above all else. If there was any song he could use to let her know him more this was it. When the last notes of the song faded away like a lullaby, a promise to protect her forever, she took out the earbud and smiled at him. “That was amazing,” she breathed. Luka smiled. “Thanks. How do you feel?” He could see his question register and the light in her eyes brightened. Her happily sketching away was his only answer. He played along with her as his new outfit was taking shape on the paper. Happy notes full of life and passion drifted trough the room until it was time for him to join Rose to work on their new song. He had a few suggestions. day 2&3 day 4 part 1 Part 2 Day 5&6 Day 7

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Lukanetteweek Day 4: Miraculous Part 2

Day 1 Day 2&3 Part one is here When Luka got to the fight, Chat Noir was in a tight spot. Two of Tallemaja’s followers were holding him down. The akuma was walking over slowly, savoring her prey. “Ladybug’s precious kitten as my faithful servant. I wonder, would she give up her miraculous in exchange for releasing your heart from my hold? How fond is she of you really I wonder.” Chat noir struggled to get free. “My lady would never give in to blackmail like that. She’s too smart.” Luka had to step in. He strung his lyre in a way that wouldn’t set of his power, but would very much draw the attention of the akuma. He started to sing. “A beauty before me, behold, such wonderful sight, My world covered in darkness then she brought the light.” It was ridiculously cheesy but in this mind state she just might fall for it. He figured she’d dreamed of being serenaded before. Giving her that fantasy might just give Chat the opening he needed to break free. “Hello there, my fair lady,” Luka greeted once he locked eyes with her. He bowed for her, hoping to please her lovesick heart. Indeed she seemed dazed by his actions. He knew he didn’t have much time before Hawkmoth realized that she was being distracted from her goal. “I was passing trough and couldn’t help but notice what grave injustice was done. A girl like you should never be this upset.” The akumatized version of his classmate smiled, elated at her mysterious admirer’s words. Behind her Chat took the fact that her servants were distracted by the fact that she’d seemingly abandoned them for this new guy to floor them. She seemed unconcerned by this though. Luka expected chat to pounce right away. But instead he saw him look up at the building behind him, smile and then he gestured for Luka to keep going. Sadly Luka wasn’t that great at improv and he got nervous. He assumed that Ladybug had arrived on the scene. He took comfort in that. There were two experienced superheroes who had his back. It would be alright. He probably should try to grab the akumatized object or at least communicate to Chat what it was. “Such a beautiful dress you are wearing. But what it that strange accessory on your belt?” he wondered casually, hoping this was enough. He didn’t dare risk another glance at Chat Noir to confirm that though. “Don’t mind that. Who are you, handsome stranger...” her voice was a strange kind of sweet. It felt like honey dripping down his back. Not a pleasant feeling. He smiled though. And, deciding that his superhero name might snap her out of her little fantasy he said: “I can be whoever you need me to be darling. I’m completely at your service,” he swore. When he looked up at her eyes he saw a sharp glint. O crud. She’d regained her wits. “No, not yet at least.” He shot up and got ready to defend himself, she got ready to pounce, behind her Chat Noir prepared to restrain her if needed. Before any of them could do anything thought a familiar yoyo wrapped around the victim who screamed out with a yell as she was tied up. “This situation clearly needs a lady’s touch,” Ladybug smirked as she jumped down from one of the nearby houses. “My Lady so glad you could join us,” Chat said relieved while he fought off the horde of servants who’d jumped back into action now that their mistress was in clear distress. Luka ran in to join him, using his lyre to knock out the transformed civilian boys. He was slightly disturbed to find that each of them resembled him in small or big ways. Whether in his looks, clothing style or the fact that they were carrying a guitar. He’d have to talk to Annelie once all of this was over. He wouldn’t be able to give her what she wanted, but he could offer her his friendship. “Sorry boys, I got held up,” she explained. “No problem Ladybug. Though I am glad you came when you did,” Luka admitted. He wasn’t too sure he’d last very long in a straight up fight with Tallemaja. “Let’s get this butterfly taken care off...” Ladybug said as she reached for the akumatized flyer. “Noooo!” Tallemaja screamed as she literally sank trough the ground, leaving the yoyo behind on the surface. So apparently she got two powers. Mind control and going underground. Considering that the Tallemaja in the story belonged to a race of creatures that lived beneath the surface, that made sense. Luckily the army of admirers came to a halt when the akuma disappeared. It seemed like they depended heavily on her to function. When she was distracted they barely put up a fight, when she wasn’t here they didn’t do anything at all. The three heroes grouped together and Luka could see that Ladybug was thinking something similar. She called for her Lucky charm now that she had the time. Earplugs. “Meouwch, I know most cats don’t have the best reputation when it comes to singing but I swear I’m not that bad.” Chat joked. Luka could see that Ladybug was trying to concentrate so he let her be. Chat was probably already on the point where he could judge how much he could play around without being a bother. He however should let the more experienced fighters do their thing. He caught her glancing at a stack of flower bags on a pallet near a delivery truck, chat and himself and smiled. “Got it. Let’s hurry before she get’s here.” She looked at Luka. “Wait for my signal and give her all that you’ve got. Then you have to go for the akumatized object and release the butterfly. Okay?” Luka nodded. Signal, use power, destroy object. No problem. Once they saw the earth move where Tallemaja was about to emerge chat destroyed the flowerbags, Ladybug used her yoyo as a fan to blow the cloud of flower in their direction by the time Annelie was back above ground she couldn’t possibly see what was going on. Neither could Luka, but he didn’t have to. He could hear Ladybug’s signal just fine. He called forth his special attack while charging towards the spot Annelie had stood in. When he got there she was dazed, a relaxed smile on her face. It was only a matter of snatching the flyer and tearing it up. The moment the butterfly appeared above the cloud it got snatched up and purified.The cure washed over them and once again they all had a clear view. The horde of boys walked off dazed, just wanting to get back to where they were before the attack. People had gotten way too used to these things. The heroes pounded their fists together right when Alya arived on the scene. Ladybug went to comfort Annelie while she let Luka introduce himself. Which was fine and all but Luka really wanted to check up on Marinette. “The akuma kidnapped Marinette Dupain Cheng. Do you have confirmation of her status for my viewers?” Luka smiled. She tried to be professional, but naturaly her first concern was finding out where her best friend was. “I personally escorted the young lady to a safe place.” “Same goes for her friend, Luka something?” Nice one Chat Noire. As if you didn’t say my full name less than an hour ago to make the delivery of the miraculous sound more official. Alya then proceeded to ask his name and other generic stuff for on her blog. Once she was done she was instructed to wait here for her friend to find her. They promised to send Marinette straight here afterwards. He looked down and picked up the flyer. It was covered in hearts and initials everywhere, except for his picture and one of her she’d glued next to it. He walked over to Ladybug and Annelie. “This is yours,” he stated calmly. The girl blushed as she grabbed the piece of paper and held it close. “Thank you,” she whispered. She was clearly ashamed of what happened. “You look anxious, I thought snakes were supposed to be coldblooded,” Ladybug teased. He just shrugged. “I left the girl on a nearby roof, I just want to get her down before she tries to get down herself;” he admitted. “That would be a very Marinette thing to do. She isn’t one to wait around when her friends might be worried about her. At least that’s the impression I got from her from our earlier encounters,” Chat said casually. “Oh, no. I didn’t hurt her did I?” He’d never seen Annelie like this. This was actually a person he could be friends with. “No worries, she doesn’t have a scratch,” he assured her. “Thank you...” she frowned. “I don’t know your name...” she admitted. “Viperion,” he told her. “Thank you Viperion. And thank you Ladybug and Chat Noir. I should get going,” she said. Right when the girl walked away Ladybug’s earring beeped. “Yikes, gotta go! Bug out!” “We should get going too. We’ve left Marinette waiting for too long already,” Luka stated. Chat chuckled. “You’re a great friend huh?” he mused. Luka gave him a serious look. “I hope I’ll be more than that at some point.” Chat was taken aback by that. What? Had it not been obvious? He supposed not. All Chat saw was that the focus of this Akuma’s obsession was willing to run after his friend who was kidnapped by said akuma. They hurried to the building Luka had taken Marinette to. They found her pacing the roof. “There you guys are! Is everything alright?” she worried. “The cure fixed everything. All’s good,” Chat ensured her. “We’re here to take you down. Your friend Luka was released from his rooftop too and is on his way. Together you should go back to the square where you were held. Your friend Alya is worried.” He held out his arms. Asking permission to carry her down. She hesitated and then gave in. He picked her up and then went down jumping between the buildings until they were safe on the ground. Once he put her down his bracelet gave an insisting beep. He bowed, kissed her hand and with a final “Until we meet again,” he and chat hurried a few streets ahead. Luka handed Chat the miraculous and after a quick thanks and goodbye he ran back towards where they left Mari. She too was running towards him and once they set sights on one another they ran into each other’s arms. “I was so worried,” Luka admitted. “I’m fine, but you. She was after you, are you okay?” He nodded. “Not a scratch.” They both laughed in relief. When they pulled away they locked eyes. And for a moment the rest of the world didn’t exist. Luka carefully bent down, hesitant. Not wanting to push too much. Mari just tightened her hold around his neck and started to slowly close her eyes. He continued his path and started closing his too. He’d hoped this moment would come and while this weren’t the circumstances he’d wished for, this felt right. Then the sound of a camera flashing followed by a muttered curse interrupted them. Alya stood there, phone in hand ready to record their moment that was now officially over. “Pretend I’m not here?” she tried. Neither could bring themselves to be mad, they just started laughing. The tension of the day coming down. Maybe it was for the best that they didn’t do anything impulsive while riding an adrenaline high. They were young, they had all the time in the world.

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