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stardust-era · 5 years

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Those Busted Lips We Take Back Home

Title: Chapter One - To My Favorite Liar

Summary: It's been years since Luka donned the Viperion suit, but Paris was in need of a real hero. At least that's what he told himself when he took back the Snake Miraculous. With Ladybug out of commission, Chat Noir being as useless as ever (in his opinion) and the cute Rat porter under his wing, it's up to him and him alone to save Paris for real this time.

also known as the one where Luka has a particular disdain for the Black Cat porter (who is actually useful and can hold his own), he knows that Marinette is the cutie behind the equally cute Mulmouse (Chat Noir knows that Ladybug is the cutie behind the equally cute Mulmouse) and he's only sticking around until Ladybug comes back and takes her rightful place as Paris' real hero.

Warnings: Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Future Fic, lukadrinette, OT3, Dear lord save me from my Mulmouse/Viperion wet dream, this is why this fic is happening, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Minor Character Death

Word Count: 1033

A/N: let me start by saying that i haven’t written anything in YEARS! anyway, this is going to be a chaptered fic with lots of angst and lots of longing gazes. on the flip side there’s going to be a lot of glaring so take that as you may.

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“No!” Luka said firmly. “I refuse do that again.” Memories of his last days as the Snake porter flooded his vision. A shudder ran through his entire body as the color red was once again embedded behind his eyelids. The vision of javelin piercing her body haunted his every dream. Even if it had been four years since that incident, it wouldn’t let him live.

He should have realized this was the reason this man had reached out to him after so long. He was an idiot to think that this was just two former friends catching up over tea. The recent string of dangerous and deadly akuma’s should have tipped him off, but no. He wanted to see his old Master. He also wanted to see Sass, but not like this.

He saw Master Fu sigh, the jewelry box containing the bangle extended towards him. “I would not have asked you if the situation wasn’t dire Luka.” Deep down, the blue haired boy knew this to be true, but just thinking about becoming the hero that let her die made him sick to his stomach. “The Snake Miraculous is needed once again, and I could not think of a greater porter than its original owner. Paris needs someone who knows what he’s doing.”

Luka scoffed at that, he knew there was a reason he was asking him and not finding someone who would be more willing. He was sure he was more than clear about his stance on donning the costume last time they spoke. “Is that the same thing you told Agreste when you handed him the Black Cat miraculous again?” He snarled, turning away from the elderly man. “I thought the coward ran away to London after he murderer her,” he sneered to himself. “I bet the cretin jumped at the opportunity to be hailed as a hero once again without me dulling his shine.” His was feeling hysterical as he remembered the look of the new Ladybug on The Liberty. “And where did you find another Ladybug that looks exactly like her ?” He demanded than asked, “She looks like Bridgette!”

He felt a pair of hands resting on his shoulders, calming him, if only slightly. “Chat Noir isn’t who you think he is.”

“Don’t lie to me Wang!” Luka warned. “That’s Felix Agreste under the Chat Noir mask again!” He shoved the hands off of him to turn to look at him and point an accusatory finger at. “It has to be! There’s no way in hell you found another blonde, pompous jerk who willingly puts himself in the line of danger to prove that Ladybug would do anything for him.” Luka was very clearly becoming furious. This was something he had been thinking about for a long time now. “He let her die to prove a point! It was his fault she died! He killed her!”

He felt, more so than heard the sharp intake of breath from the elderly Guardian. “You can’t actually believe he’d be capable…”

“He didn’t deserve the ring!” Luka interrupted. “He didn’t deserve to be a hero! He didn’t deserve her love!”

The pity was evident in Fu’s eyes and Luka couldn’t take it. He took a deep breath to calm himself and made his way towards the door. “I was serious when I told you I was never going to do this again. I can’t. Not with this Ladybug looking exactly like Bridgette. And never again with Felix Agreste .” He spat the name out, it tasted like venom on his lips.

“Please Luka!” Master Fu begged, grabbing onto the young man’s wrist. “The Ladybug Miraculous is damaged and Paris needs a hero who knows his way around his Miraculous.”

Luka’s heart nearly stopped. A damaged Miraculous always meant the person wearing it was in danger. He paused, not turning back to his Master, he just needed to be sure. “Is she okay?”

He heard the smile in the old man’s voice as he told him, “The porter is fine, she just needs to rest for a bit.”

“Who’s going to purify the akumas,” he asked, begrudgingly knowing there was no real option. He would have to take on the suit again.

Luka turned at Master Fu’s heavy sigh and watched the elderly man walk over and heavily plop down on his chair. “We found a way for Chat Noir to purify akumas…”

There was a but coming, the elder hadn’t said it, but Luka heard it as clear as day.

“But it comes at a painful price for Chat Noir.”

“Who isn’t Felix Agreste,” Luka huffed. It pained him to know that someone else was suffering in the name of Paris, even if it was the imbecile Black Cat.

“There’s more you need to know,” Master Fu told him as he reached for the jewelry box. That caused him to pause, his hand hovering over what he wanted. “Hawkmoth translated the Grimoire.”

His knees buckled under him, almost causing him to fall. “I thought that was lost,” his voice barely audible to himself over the blood rushing in his ears. He could have been screaming for all he knew, but he really had no choice in this matter. Without another thought, he took the box out of Master Fu’s hands and opened it to reveal his bangle and his Kwami.

It seemed as if that statement aged the Guardian another hundred years. “It was lost,” he said. “But it turned up again.”

Luka felt as though he was pulling teeth trying to get answers out of the older man. He didn’t say anything as he slid the bangle in place on his wrist.

“Gabriel Agreste had it hidden away.”

“Of course it had to be another Agreste,” Luka hissed, already feeling the energy of Sass filling him. “As if Felix Agreste wasn’t enough of a supervillain for his entire family, his father just had to be Hawkmoth!” The young man paced in circles as more and more thoughts plagued his head. “The apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree.” One thought fired after another, only letting him speak the most defined ones. One thought in particular caused him to come to a halt.

“What about Adrien?”

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