Jan 24, 2019
Lukanette Week: Day 5
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Lukanette Week: Day 5
↳❝Ice Skating❞
Lukanette Week
Day 1: Music
Alyanette Week - Study Date!
A very berry Lukanette
Please accept this humble gift of a quick Lukanette art for Lukanette Week @mlshipfleet
I’m sorry I couldn’t do more, but... well let’s just not go there... Anyway Strawberry Shortcake is the source of inspiration for this one :)
She said YES - p.1
Warning! Some minor spoilers from the “Frozer” episode (MLB S2)
Why did he always have to be so noble-minded?
Luka sighed involuntarily, as if he wanted to take pity on himself. What a timing for being a hero! He should have taken Marinette’s hand and walk her home. But no! He had to encourage her to chase after her crush.
By the way, Adrien was a complete jerk. How couldn’t he notice that such a fantastic girl thought the world of him?
He sighed again. Maybe sitting in empty subway wasn’t something pleasant, but he didn’t mind right now. No one disturbed him in thinking of what had happened today. And he could focus on the melody that had been playing in his heart for some time.
This afternoon he’d almost blurted out that… er… That Marinette was his inspiration for the latest song he wanted to write. But soon everything was clear enough to congratulate himself for not saying her that. He couldn’t ignore Marinette’s glances given to Adrien. He couldn’t ignore the pain in her eyes every time she noticed Kagami’s possessive behaviour. He could only wonder why she had agreed to be there with them. And why she had invited him to be a part of it.
There was a very special moment for him, when he felt a hope that he could win her heart, but their goodbye left him with a certainty that in fact, he had no chance.
Nonetheless, he smiled to himself. No one could take this memory away from him. No. He would always remember the moment when she’d hesitated whose hand she should choose. Maybe Marinette thought it took only a second, but for him that moment was the precious one. To remember.
“Can I sit down here?” he suddenly heard just above his head.
Happy Valentine’s Day
This gift is for the lovely @damelicorne! It’s part of the @mlshipfleet valentine’s day event and I’m so happy to have been involved! I hope you enjoy @damelicorne
Paris, the city of love, welcomed the sun on a Saturday in September. To all, it was a day that was normal, but to two superheroes it was the day they first met. The day was like any other Saturday, but due to Chat Noir not being able to contain his excitement, Parisians had been told that the superheroes would be getting married this month. All Parisians kept an eye out for the wedded two, but each day yielded no hint of the superheroes. Would today be different?
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
Lukanette week: Lovestuck?
I got so lateeeee (TwT) But... well I managed to finish this little OS. I hope you like it :D
I fused day 1 (music), 2 (family) and 3 (confession) for this one :D
Enjoy ^^
'I remember that it hurt... looking at her hurt'.
There had been no more than two minutes of started watching the movie, the one that Jules told him to watch.
"You two remembered me of that", she said, back in the morning while eating breakfast.
"We? We who?", he teased, fully aware of what his little sis' was talking about, but unable to even pronounce her name. It still was something he couldn't explain, an strange but comfortable feeling that came whenever he thought of her.
"Like if you don't know", Juleka smiled, knowing so well what he was thinking about only by that singular smile he strangely adopted through the week. "You better ask her as soon as you can... or are you going to remain lovestuck forever?"
"Lovestuck?"
"Just watch the movie, you'll understand."
And there he was, trying to understand how it was possible that his lil' sister dare to compare him to the writer boy. Firstly, he wasn't a writer, not anymore since his father left. And that, of course, was a wound that still hurt.
It was something that he couldn't tell her, even if it was she, the bluebell eyed sweet girl, the one who asked.
He was good at remembering things, it was something his father used to praise when he was young.
'A good writer has that special ability to remember, even the little details. You could be a great one if you want, little boy'.
Yet, still hurt. Those memories of those good days of when his parents where still together. When his father wrote the lyrics of his mother's songs. They both seemed to be made for each other and then, in all of a sudden, one simple day, he found his mother crying, the lyrics notebook being destroyed by her own hands. And it wasn't difficult to understand. He was already twelve, he was the first child and the big brother... He knew he must become strong for his mother and sister. That notebook would have never been ripped apart if there were not a strong reason that made his mom so furious and sensible at the same time.
And despite Anarka hide too well the reason that tore the family apart, he happened to discover it, when he was fifteen, just a couple of years after choosing music as his heart path. He saw his father with his new family, a family which was not so new as he concluded rigth after looking at the girl that was walking in the middle of his father and a woman he didn't know. That girl was just a few years younger than Jules. And they seemed so happy, more than how he remembered his family was, that he didn't even bothered to interrupt.
It was difficult to deal with at the start, it was still difficult at his seventeen years.
What if he got his heart broken, so badly like his mom? Or, worse than that, what if he became like his father?
He was so scared of an ending like that, that he never gave love a single chance in his whole life. Not until she came to break those walls of fear he solely imposed to keep his heart away from love. Or that was what he recently discovered after almost an hour of watching the movie. He was so lovestuck with Marinette, not having a single clue of how to deal with his racing heart or that melody that popped up every time he saw her.
A melody that got quite different a week ago, making his own heart bump, creating an own song that kept insistent in his mind. Even more when that song was actually her song, her heart song, not a mere funny song neither the one that he created to make her smile once when he saw her so sad, so down, so uncommon in her. She was not meant to be sad. She was pure joy and warm, shiny like the brightest star of the sky, not even the sun would ever reach her beauty. And yet... someone made her feel so sad, so gloomy. It just... hurt. Looking how hurt she was.
And he remembered. That was something he could not forget that easily.
It was only a week since he saw her tears streaming down her lovely face, hurting her sweet eyes. He could not even imagine who would have dare to hurt her, to make that pretty angel to suffer. It was not fair. Not for her.
He might not understood by that time, but he was already in love with her. That feeling of trying to bring that bright and beautiful smile of hers at any cost was not so unfamiliar. Not at that point when his heart was demanding to tell her, to break the walls of fear and invite her in. He was still unsure, but, if Marinette was the only one who could make him think twice about love, how could he ignore his heart wisdom? He would not anymore. Like that boy in the movie, like the girl in the movie. Staying lovestuck was not his style, he must tell her about his feelings, gave her all the love she deserved even if he got hurt in the way. Because it was worse looking her hurt.
Wasn't that what his father was supposed to do? At least, it was something he knew he would never do to Marinette. Not to her. The bluebell eyed angel that was his only reason to give love a chance, to compose a brand new song, and so many more that he was sure that were already there, waiting for their two paths to match.
He smiled once the movie ended. With an only thought in mind or, if he was true to himself, an only girl in his mind and heart.
"Ma-Ma-Marinette... What have you done to me?"