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Gotta ask do you have recommend stories for Endgame Lukanette that I haven't read recent. With a Lila Salt if you know?

Hrrrrngh honestly I got two problems here:

I don't know what you've read recently.

I'm not a big saltfic/Lila fan, so I really wouldn't know what to recommend. 😂

Anyone more sodium-inclined got anything?

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How did Rose & Juleka meet in Winters Verse??

...I don't know.

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If you could create a Leverage x Miraculous AU, who would be who? I see how much love you have for Leverage and for fanon, Lukanette based, Miraculous. So I was curious. 🤭

You say that like it hasn't been considered before... 😁😘

There is a crossover in the Hoard, but it's not necessarily a "who's who AU"? If I had to match characters...hmmm...ok hear me out.

Luka and Marinette are 100% Nate and Sophie, except Marinette is Nate. The Mastermind, complicated cons, figuring out all the moving pieces, ten steps ahead of the mark. Gabriel would be their Dubenich, and working for him is her IYS. Idk maybe it's something Adrien-related she's seeking revenge for? I wouldn't put it past Gabriel to kill his own son. 😂

But - as much as I want to make Luka Hardison (100% committed to his girl, 24yo genius with a smart phone & a problem with authority), he's Sophie. I know luthier/musician isn't the same correlation as actress:actress, but that idea of "man he sucks at X unless he's on the con". 😂 Completely devoted to Marinette & helping/saving her from herself. Unafraid to call her on her bullshit when she's in too deep (too drunk) to think straight.

I'm not sure on the OT3. 🤔 Kagami would probably be the best Eliot? ("...what's a Kagami?" 😂) Juleka might be a good fit for Parker, which makes me think Rose is Hardison, but Idk. Pretzels is just Pretzels, and I'm more inclined to just keep them than say "oh no A would be B."

...case in point, The Purple Butterfly Job...

Parker smiled as she rested her head against Hardison’s shoulder.  The Louvre was busier than the last time she’d been there, but then again the last time she’d been there had been in the dead of night with no one but the lasers and security guards to keep her company.  And Alec, keeping a lookout from above as she’d dangled from the skylight.

It had been their fourth date.

Good times.

“It’s been too long since we’ve been here,” she said, leaning up to kiss his cheek.  “Thank you, Alec.”

“Hey, you know how I do,” he said, grinning at her as they followed the crowd towards their destination.  “‘Sides, it’ll be good to see ol’ Lisa again.”

Parker hummed, buzzing with excitement, but before she could say anything a shout towards the front drew their attention.  She froze, her eyes going wide as her grip tightened on his arm – she didn’t even notice when he sucked in a breath and started going “Ow, ow, ow – babe, babe!” as he tried to free his arm.

There was a splotch of goopy white something covering the Mona Lisa.  The crowd surrounding the famous painting was screaming.  Guards and museum staff were rushing in.  Someone had been tackled to the ground while another well-meaning citizen tried to smear the goop off.  One of the staff was yelling, trying to back everyone up before they damaged the painting even more.  It was chaos.

Parker was numb to all of it, blinded by white-hot rage.

“Lisa…” she whispered, trembling.

“Oh that…that ain’t good…” Hardison said, trying to take a step back, but Parker wouldn’t move.  “Babe, it’s ok.  She’s ok.  They got experts, right?  They’ll fix her up.”

“How…I didn’t give her back just so they could maim her, Alec,” Parker hissed, and he nodded.

“I know, babe, but it’s the freakin’ Mona Lisa – it had to be an accident,” he said.  “They’ll fix her up, and…Parker?  Parker.”

She wasn’t listening to him anymore, though.  She was walking forward, her fists clenched at her sides.  His eyes widened as a purple…butterfly?  A purple butterfly landed on the Taser she was slipping out of her purse, and then she stopped walking as a glowing, butterfly-shaped mask covered her eyes.  Hardison had no idea what was going on, but the next thing he knew she was surrounded by purple-black smoke and…changing.

When the smoke cleared, it wasn’t Parker anymore.

Hardison’s hand was shaking as he reached up and cupped his ear.

“Eliot,” he said, his stomach dropping as whatever the hell had taken Parker’s place stalked towards the crowd.  They were screaming for an entirely different reason now.  “Yeah, man, we got a problem…”

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Micro story 32! Dust motes

The limit was 3-10 sentences right 😂

Early morning sun filtered through the uncovered windows, giving the familiar room an almost orange glow. Marinette had never seen it look so...empty before. Her clothes, her supplies, her furniture...it was all gone, packed away and waiting to head towards her new home. Instead of mischievous little kwamis, dust motes danced in the light.

An arm dropped across her shoulders, tugging her against his side as Luka bent to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"Ready for our next big adventure?" he asked, his voice quiet but still so loud in the too-empty space. She turned, tipping her head up to catch his mouth. His hand came up to hold her chin, his thumb brushing absently against her jaw.

"So ready," she said with a smile as she pulled away. His eyes were dancing, but she was pretty sure hers were, too. "Let's go."

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Hey I'm tryin to find a fanfic and I'm wondering if you wrote it or remember who did. It's a one shot I think where Luka and Mari have been dating and one morning she's really tired and wears his jacket to class by accident, cue reactions from everyone else. Another thing I remember is Luka and his friends show up, who love Mari and Lila tries to say that the relationship is a ploy to make Adrien jealous.

I honestly couldn't remember if this was one of mine - bc it kinda sounds like something I've used before but I also tend to stay away from Lila/Salt Land so maybe not? After scouring the older one shots and finding nothing, I tossed it to the LBSCers.

Is this the one you were looking for? (Mari wears his jacket to class, too tired to realize until he shows up with his class, Alya hauls her ass for an interrogation at lunch where Lila tries to start shit.)

Macarons, Jackets, Jackasses - lovelyswriting

Against her efforts, she must have dozed off for a second, because the next time she looks back up, Miss Bustier’s walking into the classroom jerkily, peeved.

Marinette wonders if another akuma graced the school with its annoying presence again, her hand already inching to her purse, but then she spots the line of students trickling in after Miss Bustier. Marinette squints at the whole new lot of people—juniors, she realizes—hovering as a crowd in the corner of the room while Miss Bustier addresses the front of the class.

She promptly chokes on air when she sees a head of bright blue hair amongst them.

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Why don't you like saltfics?

Why don't I like Hallmark movies? They're just not my cup of tea. 😝

...that's actually a better comparison than I intended. A lot of salt fics - when they're marketed as salt fics - tend to follow the same tropes/themes, and I'm just not interested. If you enjoy salt fics, great! Enjoy the heck out of it! I would just prefer to read something else.

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Any plans to watch the new ML special?

I'm not even pretending anymore 😂 None at all.

I never even finished S4, and after all the bullshit I've heard/seen regarding S5/S6 I just...I am living in my happy Lukanette corner. "Canon" is the darkest timeline and I'm just not here for it. 🙃

(It's a very weird place to be in with MLB. I'm a fan of what the show was and the potential it had, but I'm not a fan of what it's become. I used to think I would catch up with the "new" eps at some point, but I have no desire to anymore.)

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Ok.... for the micro story... flinders. Mostly because I had to look the word up.

...I don't think I read the list close enough bc the blue screen my brain just experienced 😂😂😂 me, too

Ladybug froze as her heel slipped and the cracking ice echoed around them. Behind her, Viperion tensed. His back pressed hard against hers, his eyes scanning the ground for any possible escape.

"You know," he said, his voice as tight as her grip on her...yoyo... "If her powers didn't suck so much, I'd say Flinders was a pretty funny name for an akuma. Is that even a real word? It sounds made up."

The cracks splintered ever-closer.

"Hardy-har," she bit, locking an arm around him as she readied her yoyo. "Hold on!"