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woafofbread · 2 years

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Some more doodles of the bakery enemies au by @buggachat I imagine that after a bit Adrien would tease her about everything.

#bakery enemies au #mlb #miraculous #miraculous fanart #miraculous fanworks #miraculous ladybug #ignore that I spelled peacock wrong #my art

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pisoprano · 6 months

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To everyone who's contributed to the Loveybug AU: thank you! It's been wonderful to see everyone's takes on Loveybug and I wanted to pay homage to all the designs that have been created so far:

anna-scribbles

thewanderersminuet (2) (3)

bluebrrytea

heartfulselkie (2)

marichouchou

amandayetagain

bklily

Seeing all of the joy being channeled into your art has been a real treat--there are so many ways that Loveybug can manifest and all are wonderful! Thank you for sharing your vision of her with us!

Tagging: @anna-scribbles, @blur0se, @bluebrrytea, @heartfulselkie, @marichouchou @amandayetagain @bklily @asukiess

#loveybug au #loveybug #catwalker #ml fanart #my art #miraculous ladybug #edit: just replaced the image for this to fix some details i got wrong before #if any of the original artists want me to make more corrections to be more accurate to their designs #(or if you'd prefer that I not copy your design like this)#please let me know and i'll fix that for you!

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miabrown007 · 9 months

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Felonies and Other Love Languages

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

Chapter 3 - Pandora’s Box (12,708 words, 3/32 chapters)

Adrien would like to walk along the edge of the curb with his arms outstretched. Like he used to when his mother was there, her palm hovering a breath away from his, ready to catch him anytime.

Instead, he scurries between patches of light on the crushed stone path of Place des Vosges. He doesn't understand why being late fazes him.

He shouldn’t even be here.

He should be up at the office, checking the CCTV footage with Kim to notify the police about the break-in. Or he should be at dinner, informing his father about today’s mishap. He shouldn’t be sneaking out under the disguise of meeting Chloé for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be searching for Carapace’s hooded figure in the shadows of the park.

In his head, Adrien knows that. But he follows his heart. And his heart rounds a corner with a leap, only to come to a halt in front of a well-lit fountain.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Carapace says, his eyes shining brightly over his green facemask. He has his arms crossed over his chest in what seems to be a futile attempt at keeping himself warm in the spring chill, dressed in nothing but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt.

Adrien doesn’t hold back his grin. With his own mask in place, it’s not like Carapace can see it. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

It’s a stupid joke, but if he made up a cat-themed persona for himself, he intends to commit to the bit. Plagg would surely be proud of him. (Even if, realistically speaking, Adrien knows that house cats, much like fathers, are never actually proud. Still, he likes to pretend that what they share is special and goes beyond owning a Blue Ribbon pedigree.)

“You expect you’re walking into your doom and still show up? Admirable,” Carapace chuckles, unaware of the truth those words actually hold. “Now come on, the others are waiting for us. I promise we don’t bite.” He starts on one of the paths leading out of the park, muttering under his nose, “Well, most of us.”

Adrien decides he doesn't actually want to know what Carapace means by that. In his hurry to catch up, the gravel almost slips out from under Adrien’s sneakers, but by some miracle—or years and years of athletic training—he keeps himself upright. “What did you say, who are these people we are meeting?”

The light of a street lamp glinting in Carapace’s glasses as he spares Adrien a glance. “I didn’t.”

It’s more than fair to receive the same non-answer to his question as Adrien had given earlier that day. Still, his chuckle is nervous. He fights the fidgety feeling that urges him to double check that the GPS on his phone is switched on.

“Don’t stress about it, they are friends,” Carapace adds in a softer tone as they exit the park on the northern side and stop in the shadow of the arcades. “We’re almost there, so I’ll have to ask you to put this on,” he says, handing Adrien a baby blue knitted scarf.

“There’s a dress code? This place must be really fancy,” Adrien laughs as he takes the piece of fabric and wraps it around his neck.

Carapace blinks at him, twice, before a chuckle leaves him too. “No, it’s— It’s for your eyes, actually. Just a precaution until we know we can trust you.”

Thank god it’s pitch dark and he can’t see the way Adrien flushes.

“Yeah, I— I knew that. Obviously!”

With much more reluctant motions, he re-ties the scarf around his eyes. He had considered swapping his contacts for glasses—for the sake of an even less Adrien Agreste™-looking disguise—but now he’s glad he’d dropped the idea. Blindfolding himself with them on would be a pain. Actually, merely existing with glasses and a facemask on is a pain, as Adrien was forced to discover this afternoon after much experimenting with the concept.

So, contacts, and anxiety over being only fashionably late it was.

“Sorry, it’s part of the protocol. Let me spin you right round here for a second,” Carapace says, his voice lighthearted. He grabs Adrien by the shoulders and turns him around a few times, until he has no idea what is up and what is down. “Thank you for choosing the Rena Rouge entertainment park, we hope you had a good time,” he says, in the worst imitation of a carnival pitchman.

Still, it somewhat eases the knot in Adrien’s stomach that’s as tight as Nathalie’s hairdo on any given day.

“And now, this way. We’re almost there,” Carapace says, grabbing his upper arm and guiding him forward.

The irony of their first meeting going almost exactly like this—only with their roles reversed—isn’t lost on Adrien, but at this point, he just follows the instructions. He's pretty good at that.

Losing his sight serves to draw his attention to his other senses. He’s acutely aware of the silence stretching between them, the noises of cars and buzzing electric advertisements on shops’ façades.

The pavement under his feet takes a sharp turn, and the city’s noises melt into the background, signalling their approaching arrival. Adrien can’t decide if that or his still spinning head is the reason he feels like he’s going to throw up his supper.

“Who is Rena Rouge?” he asks, despite his nausea.

The beam is evident in Carapace’s voice, even over the sound of a door opening and closing behind them. “Oh, Rena Rouge? Just the most amazing, passionate, talented girl in the whole wide world, who, coincidentally, also makes the best colombo.”

"Your girlfriend?" Adrien guesses.

"For the time being," a cheeky voice slices through the vanilla and pastry-flavoured air.

Carapace comes to a sudden halt. "Hey, what‘s that supposed to mean?"

"Well,” presumably-Rena Rouge says, “we are getting married sometime in the future, aren't we?"

"That's like, the worst way to put that, babe," he argues but laughs along nevertheless.

There’s another giggle, one that eases the trembling of Adrien’s stomach. "Um, guys. The plan."

"Right, the plan!" Rena Rouge confirms, as if she has completely forgotten they are, indeed, in the middle of something that is starting to feel suspiciously like a hostage situation.

Adrien, who at this point would really like to see his surroundings, shifts on his feet. "So, what's the plan?"

Suddenly, someone removes his scarf, two bluebell eyes staring into his soul. "You are the plan, Chat Noir!"

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #ml fanfic #chat noir #miaraculous writing #heist au #faoll #felonies and other love languages #enemies au #in which Chat Noir joins the team dead set on terminating the Agrestes. nothing goes wrong

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gee-arid · 1 year

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The boys!

Completed recently, though the sketch was.. over a year old now.

Lore!

They do not know eachothers identities yet but my god will they bitch about their day to eachother over food.

They have met in their civilian personas- and hit it off together near instantly. Unlike how they met in their hero personas.

Ailes Rouges learnt *very* quickly about the benefits of teamwork... after butchering their debute ofcourse.

This takes place "post season one", if we were to assign arcs to their relationships: They have since learned to get along in the hero suits, Rouges finally being forgiven from his poor first impression by Veilleuse.

Bonus sketch!

#miraculous au #miraculous fanart #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #mlb nathaniel #mlb #mlb marc #marc anciel #nathaniel kurtzberg #nathmarc #kwami swap #hero design #ladybug miraculous #black cat miraculous #digitalart #ignore nathaniels bangs- theyre the wrong way because the pic read better flipped...

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bunniartzi · 3 months

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Re-re-redesign !! I wasn’t super satisfied with the design i had made originally so i redesigned it, i even though about a little skirt but honestly its probably best not to have a skirt for combat

#miraculous designs #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #chloe burgeois #miraculous redesign #chloe redemption #chloe burgeois did a lot of things wrong with consequences #miraculous au #miraculous lb #fox miraculous

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artzychic27 · 17 days

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@artzychic27 Hey Artzy, I got a big brained idea.

What if Riot was Marc’s split personality due to all the bullying? Like Dr Jekyll and Hyde (even though I never read book)?

Riot was sort of Marc’s… Protector

He first showed up when Marc was around the age of seven and he was being bullied for having two moms and leaning a bit towards the feminine side. After one cruel name too many, Marc sort of just snapped

During recess, he shoved a boy’s face in a mud puddle and held him under there until the teacher intervened

Then during gym, he threw a ball at a girl’s arm with enough force to break a few bones in her hand when she tried to catch it

And during lunch, he took a cup of ice from one of the drink dispensers and poured it down some other student’s pants

Penny and Alyssa took him to several doctors to figure out what was wrong so the school wouldn’t expel him and soon found a therapist who confirmed Marc has split-personality disorder

She sat with Marc for a while, and did a little hypnotherapy to coax his other personality out… He threw a lamp out the window

It took years of therapy and anger management, but they finally managed to get Riot (As Marc dubbed him) to mellow out a bit, and he stopped snarling at people

To Penny and Alyssa’s relief, Riot is extremely protective of Kiran, who understands to an extent of Marc’s disorder- Just that when he’s mad, his name is Riot

He mostly appears whenever Marc is extremely angry, which isn’t often… Cue Hawkass

Marc’s classmates are all aware of Riot. During their first year at DuPont, Riot made his appearance by ripping out one of the benches bolted to the floor in the courtyard and threatening to throw it at Chloé

Chloé demanded that Marc be arrested, but Damocles is honestly more afraid of Marc’s moms (And Riot) than the mayor and just tells her not to aggravate him

Chloé’s attempts to alienate Marc are met with no response because no one would ever listen to her, the students with disorders of their own just turn their noses up and walk off, and after seeing her almost crushed by a bench, they all decide just to never press Marc’s buttons

Now cue Reverser

Nathaniel doesn’t storm off because he realized he made a grave error and didn’t have any time to react when Riot lifted him up by the front of his shirt

Cue Hawkass and since Riot’s behind the wheel, Reverser is fucking shredded and has Riot’s flail

Let’s skip ⏭️

Marc and Nathaniel are dating, yay!

Riot still hates Nathaniel, though

When Nathaniel finds himself alone with Riot in Marc’s room one day, he apologizes to Riot for what he did to Marc months back, acknowledges that he cares for Marc, and say that he can bury him alive if he ever hurts Marc again

Riot’s response is a headbutt since he sucks at emotions, but they’re cool now

#If I got a detail wrong #let me know please #preferably someone who has split personality disorder #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #marc anciel #answered ask #ask me stuff #mlb au #marc x nathaniel #multiple personality disorder #split personality

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mielkexnn-miraculous · 1 month

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I know that I’ve been dead for like eight months and there’s absolutely no precursor to this on my blog but,,

I can’t stop thinking about the whole “Plagg replaces Adrien’s arm” possibility for the All Left AU, and more specifically the fact that it wouldn’t be safe for Adrien to hold food in that arm bc it would mysteriously go missing.

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authorgirl1111 · 2 years

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As frustrated as I am that Marinette is refusing to contemplate that she's reading the situation wrong.

She did entertain the idea that Adrien isn't the Peacock holder. Way at the beginning at the comic she looked for anyone who would have a reason to align themselves with Hawkmoth. (Briefly contemplating the correct idea that it might have been an employee of Gabriel) before understandably determining that Adrien was the only logical answer.

We know she's wrong. But it's understandable why she'd believe otherwise.

#Still frustrated that she's stuck in her mindset after Adrien ate the cake.#But prior to that #it was understandable #she was wrong #but it was understandable #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #bakery enemies au

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eternally--mortal · 1 year

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I keep telling myself to post this and then forgetting, but here’s the progress on the Bakery Enemies AU dress (@buggachat’s AU).

This really has been a side project (because while I was hyperfixating on it I didn’t have access to the right equipment, and by the time I was back in a place to access my stuff I was already enmired in like five more important responsibilities and various rotating hyperfixations). But I made a previous post and I feel like I ought to round it out with some more information.

Also I absolutely adore @buggachat and her AU, and I want to celebrate the work that she’s done.

So here’s Marinette’s dream gala dress (at least, within the unfinished capacity to which I’ve progressed):

This project was meant to be a way for me to use some of my fabric scraps to drape something fun, so it took a little bit of experimentation.

I draped and patterned a few pieces and made a mock up out of muslin to make sure that the pieces shaped correctly and were the right measurements (all of which I do not show in the pictures. I just figured a little context would be helpful for anyone who’s never sewn before). Then I started my first version with an opaque layer underneath and added a sheer over layer. Unfortunately, this version was scrapped because the under layer absorbed too much light, which hindered the ability to see the spots that I added afterwards.

The first spots that I tried were cutout and stitched on (which looked super campy). So the second time around I painted them on my under layer.

Then I draped a skirt from some leftover chiffon.

(I’ve removed my sewing room from the background. It’s a mess. I don’t want you to see it. Maybe one of these days my ADHD will drive me to clean it instead of abandoning it to chaos. But that day is not today.)

Since then I’ve created a black underskirt. But then I went and mucked up the overskirt by painting it. (I know better. You’re not supposed to dye a dark color. You start with a lighter color and move to a deeper gradient. But I’m also using fabric scraps and I got lazy and I figured ‘it’ll be ok. It’s an experiment. It’s fine’ . . . It was- . . . Ok, it was kind of fine. But not stellar. And the red was never going to be light enough for me. So I’m not showing it to you. Because while it is productive for people on the internet to know that dresses take a lot of experimentation and don’t pop out of thin air, I am also embarrassed by my ridiculous choices that went against all logic. So I will tell you about them, but I will not show them to you).

I’m considering going out and genuinely crafting a decent Ombre. But it’s not going to happen right this instant. I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to decide and then to actually finish the dress. But there you go! Some progress pictures, and maybe also some perspective on the process of crafting clothes. All of this took hours and days, although sporadically separated—mostly because each step requires testing to ensure that the seams and measurements work well and that the right fabric is being used, and that it’s being used properly. Definitely not on the professional level, but what I tinker with in my own sewing room tends to follow a bit more of a haphazard plan than what I would do in a shop.

#I love the dress design #but I want to do it justice #which means finishing it when I have the energy and the willpower #rather than letting it scream me into submission #it’s an eyesore in the corner right now #all I can see about it is the things I’ve done wrong with it #but that’s the process #bakery enemies AU #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #buggachat #marinette dupain cheng #gala dress #Marinette’s gala dress

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cheesyakumas · 2 years

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OKAY BAKERY ENEMIES AU FANDOM HEAR ME OUT FOR A SECOND

I know I might be so WRONG but I just have to say after that last chapter.

** if I’m wrong pls don’t come for my head**

Adrien feels different, we almost don’t see his face, there’s something off

What if it’s Felix?

#IF IM WRONG PLS SEE THIS AS AN ALTERNATIVE STORYLINE #IM SORRY #IDK ANYMORE #Miraculous ladybug #ml fandom #ml fan #bakery enemies au #miraculous theory #please ignore if you see this in the future

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ladyofthenoodle · 1 year

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has anyone written the princess switch au with adrien and felix and if not why not. it’s right there they’re identical. if so where is the link. to be clear i’m only interested in felix and adrien switching do not send me anything where marinette and kagami switch they’re not indentical. thanks.

#disclaimer that there’s nothing wrong with the second fic #just that it’s not what i want #miraculous ladybug #princess switch au

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kari-go · 8 months

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Also to know all of the powers, could you tell what the Dragonfly, the Betta Fish, the Jellyfish, the Bison and the Crab do? And the Ferret and the Squirrel, while you did tell about them I am afraid I didn't quite understand.

The dragonfly is a second layer. The first power can change the speed of anything, and the second one changes the direction of anything.

The betta fish creates a bubble that is invisible to everyone else but the holder.

The jellyfish allows the holder to phase through anything.

The bison is a second layer. The first power creates a little earthquake, and the second turns the holder into vibrations itself. They are only able to travel through solid objects in that state and slowly destroy them while doing so.

The crab allows the holder to cut through anything perfectly.

The ferret summons a portal that leads to a pocket dimension. Basically the horse but with pocket dimensions instead.

The squirrel creates a perfect replica of an object that will malfunction.

#ask #miraculous ladybug #miraculous disaster au #kwamis #kwami oc #dragonfly miraculous #betta fish miraculous #jellyfish miraculous #bison miraculous #crab miraculous #ferret miraculous #squirrel miraculous #i keep spelling squirrel wrong

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quickspinner · 2 years

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Under the moon, by the sea...

AU/Canon Divergent Lukanette First Date

“Well, the rules are clear, this entitles you to a rematch.” Luka smiled, putting the signed guitar pick back into the box and closing it in his slow, deliberate way. He closed his eyes for a moment and then gave her a sidelong glance. “Under the moonlight, by the sea…”

“Oh,” Marinette’s mind went blank for a minute, but she knew that song! She squeezed her eyes closed in thought. “Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue…Under the moonlight, by the sea…” Her eyes flew open and she leapt to her feet. “Kiss me!”

Giggles erupted around them, and Marinette sat with a gasp, embarrassed, but Luka hardly seemed to notice.

“Okay,” he said quickly, and when Marinette’s eyes widened, he ducked his head, a hand going to ruffle his hair. “I mean, if that's what you want.

A reimagining of the first date from Truth, where nothing goes wrong and everything works out. Straight up self-indulgent fix it fluff. Except it's less that I fixed anything and more that I straight up ignored it.

Marinette was flopped on her bed with her homework in her lap, making faces at her math textbook. Normally she didn’t mind schoolwork, which was much more straightforward than fighting akumas, but she just couldn’t seem to concentrate after everything that had happened in the last few weeks. The text ding on her phone was a welcome distraction, though it took her a moment to find her phone in the blankets. Finally she pulled it out and opened the message.

It was a link from Luka. Marinette smiled at the preview. It was a cover of one of Jagged’s poppier songs…on a harp?

Love what they did with this, his next message read. Check it out next time you need a break.

Marinette giggled. I always need a break, she texted back.

I know, wrote Luka. Hopefully you’ll actually take one.

Marinette pouted. I took one last night to check out Jagged’s new single when it dropped.

I’m not sure it’s a break if you take it at midnight, Luka teased. Wasn’t it awesome though?

Marinette grinned. So awesome! It reminded me of his earlier work actually.

Right? Total Candy Apple vibes. He must have been hungry. Hope nobody ate his cereal

Marinette rolled over and giggled. Before she could think of a response, her phone dinged again.

Marinette

Marinette raised her eyebrows at that, feeling suddenly nervous. She waited, and nothing happened, and she could almost see him in her mind, the phone in his hands, his eyes closed, breathing slowly, in that deliberate moment of quiet as he paused to be sure he wanted to say what he intended to say. She bit her lip as she saw him typing, a little afraid of whatever he wanted to say that was so serious.

The next message was a picture of a movie poster of Jagged Stone swinging on a jungle vine, a crocodile clinging to his back. Then, quickly after that,

Will you go on a date with me?

Her mouth dropped open a little, and she turned, plunging her face into her pile of pillows, and squealed. It was so like Luka not to pull any punches. Her mind flashed back to listening to his song by the river, and the decisions she’d made that day. Marinette still wasn’t sure whether she could hold to those decisions...whether she could let go.

But Luka knew that, right? He always knew, and he was asking her out anyway, and…

Marinette realized that she was waiting, unconsciously, for the follow-up text that would give her an out. Luka always gave her an out. He’d put himself out there, so many times...over and over, and…

And it really wasn’t fair to him, was it. Marinette blew out a slow breath. Yes, or no. It was a simple question.

She picked up her phone with shaking fingers and typed, that sounds like fun

His response was instant.

Great Check your schedule and tell me what time’s good for you, I’ll get the tickets. gtg I need to play :)

Marinette couldn’t help smiling at his eagerness. She wondered what kind of music he would be playing. Maybe he’d let her hear it sometime. As she flipped through her planner and examined her schedule, she thought of the song he’d written for her, the care he’d put into getting it right. The way he’d waited, until she was ready to listen, despite how badly he’d wanted to share it with her. The way he knew when she wasn’t ready, but had trusted her when she said she was.

Her phone beeped again, and she looked back at it.

Hey One more thing before I go If you change your mind it’s okay I know you’re going through some stuff so If it feels like too much just let me know No pressure

Marinette pressed her lips together, and then smiled. Does this Saturday work for you? she sent back.

***

Saturday found Marinette in a confused whirlwind, her room suddenly full of tiny gods ecstatic to be free to check out the world for the first time in who knew how long. Marinette couldn’t really blame them for their excitement, but she was hard-put to keep up with them, answer all their questions, and explain to them the rules they would have to follow if they wanted to stay out.

She was breathless as she clattered down the stairs, trying to go down her mental checklist and make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything.

To her relief, Luka looked relaxed even though she had kept him waiting. He was making small talk with her parents, accepting her father’s teasing about their movie choice. He lit up, though, as he looked at her—in a quiet way, just a little more warmth in his slightly wider smile, and a slight change in his body posture as his focus turned to her. Subtle as it was, it made Marinette blush, and her parents exchanged knowing glances. All her other worries flew out of her head, and she was suddenly flustered for an entirely different reason. Marinette hardly knew how Luka managed to extricate them and say goodbye to her parents, but before she could pull herself together, she was walking through the door that Luka held open for her.

Marinette gripped the strap of her purse as she remembered the little box inside it. Should she give it to him now? Or…was it weird? Maybe it was too much for a first date. It’s just, the opportunity had been there and the idea had hit her and she had just acted , but maybe it wasn’t a great idea, maybe presents on the first date were too much. They hadn’t even dressed up special for this. She glanced at Luka, but he was looking at the crosswalk light.

Crap. They were already at the crosswalk. How long had they been quiet? Should she say something? She’d hardly managed to say anything in the house. Luka was a quiet guy, he probably wouldn’t want her to just chatter for the sake of it, but walking in silence like this was starting to feel…awkward. This was awkward! She was awkward, and stupid, and why couldn't she think of anything to say. Except this was Luka and Luka didn't say all that much and he seemed relaxed so maybe it was just her, and she was being weird and she should ju st say something —

“I'm really glad you’re coming with me,” Luka said as the light changed, touching her arm briefly before walking into the intersection. “My friends would have gone to humor me but you're the only one who's almost as big of a Jagged fan as me.” He bumped her shoulder with his arm as he said it, his voice taking on a teasing lilt, and when she looked up at him she saw that he was grinning.

“ Almost , huh?” Marinette shot back, matching his grin. “I think I'm better than almost .”

“Hmmm…” Luka raised his eyes skyward, as if considering. “Shall we find out?”

“What do you have in mind?”

“Lyrics and trivia,” he replied immediately, clearly prepared. “First person gives part of a lyric, second person has to complete it and name the album, then we switch. Two points if you get it right. One point if you manage to stump the other person. First person to twenty points wins.”

“Bring it on,” Marinette declared, bouncing on her toes for the next couple of steps.

“You’re confident,” Luka chuckled, and Marinette grinned back at him. “Okay, I’ll start. Everything’s brighter at the very top… ”

“ Larger than life, just like my croc .” Marinette pouted at him. “From Rock Giant , too easy. I’m insulted.”

Luka laughed. “I didn’t want to scare you off right out of the gate. That’s two points for you. Your turn, hit me.”

“ I kissed the pirate queen ,” Marinette quoted at him, eyebrows raised.

“ It felt so sweet but she was so damn mean ,” Luka finished, and if his grin turned a little bit smug she couldn’t quit blame him. “It was on the first edition of Shipwrecked but not the subsequent editions. Sneaky, Marinette. I didn’t realize you were so ruthless.”

“I like to win,” Marinette huffed, half disappointed and half impressed that he’d gotten that one. “Your turn, okay, what’s next?”

Before long the clues were getting shorter and shorter as they both tried to stump the other, and Marinette was having so much fun that she didn’t even mind that she was losing…much. This was Luka’s element after all and she was still giving him a run for his money. They were walking in the doors of the theater when she realized that his little contest had completely short-circuited any awkwardness between them. There hadn’t been any scrabbling for conversation topics and she’d been too focused to trip over her own tongue. She wondered if he planned that. Maybe. Did that mean he’d been nervous too, or was he just thinking about her? He seemed like he was having fun, though, diverting his attention from her only long enough to get their tickets and juice. It gave her an odd little flutter, to have his attention focused on her for so long, with no one interrupting them. When had that ever happened? Maybe a few times during their prep for the video contest, but not for very long.

A plan formed in her mind as she realized how close Luka was to the twenty point goal. She shuffled her purse into her lap as they sat down. “Okay, I’ve got one. My guitar—”

“ Is my only family ,” Luka jumped in eagerly. “From his live concert album, I love that song!”

“Wow,” Marinette sighed. “Twenty points to twelve, Luka Couffaine, you are officially the biggest fan of Jagged Stone. And” She reached into her purse and pulled out the little box offering it to him. “I think you’ve earned this gift.”

Luka’s surprise made her smile, and he took the box carefully with his long fingers and opened the lid. He gasped at what he found inside.

“Jagged stopped by the bakery the other day and I asked him to sign it for you,” Marinette said, hunching her shoulders a little, but her embarrassment eased at the excitement on his face.

“Oh,” Marinette’s mind went blank for a minute, but she knew that song! She squeezed her eyes closed in thought. “Oh, it’s on the tip of my tongue… Under the moonlight, by the sea …” Her eyes flew open and she leapt to her feet. “ Kiss me! ”

Giggles erupted around them, and Marinette sat with a gasp, embarrassed, but Luka hardly seemed to notice.

“Okay,” he said quickly, and when Marinette’s eyes widened, he ducked his head, a hand going to ruffle his hair. “I mean, if that's what you want.”

Marinette’s shock melted into a smile. Always an out.

“I think…yes. I want that,” Marinette said shyly, blushing and fighting the urge to cover her face. She moved as Luka shifted to face her, his eyes falling to her lips for a moment before closing entirely. Marinette let her own flutter shut.

What came wasn’t the quick mashing of lips she had been half expecting, but something gentle and warm and more like a caress than anything else. His lead was easy to follow, her lips relaxing against his as they moved together. It was nice—more than nice. Her heart was beating hard as they leaned in a little more.

A whoop and catcall from somewhere behind them brought her back to reality, startling them both out of the kiss so that they were staring at each other stupidly nose to nose for a moment before they both turned towards the noise. She wasn’t sure who exactly had done it but there were several people covering snickers, and one or two made kissy faces at them.

Marinette’s cheeks flushed hotly, but Luka just met her eyes again and chuckled through his nose. “Sorry,” he whispered, touching her hand as he faced forward again. “Might have been smarter to wait until the lights go down.” He tucked the box she had given him into his breast pocket. “Thank you for this, Marinette. I’ll treasure it. And for…just now. I’ve wanted to kiss you for ages.”

“R-really?” Marinette said breathlessly, and immediately felt stupid as he turned a soft but knowing glance on her. “I-I mean. Thank you? I, um. Well, I—”

Luka chuckled and offered her his hand. Slowly Marinette placed hers in it and let him lace their fingers together. “I’m really glad to be here with you now,” he said, and Marinette’s shoulders relaxed.

“Me too,” she whispered, as the lights dimmed, and she settled herself back in her seat, Luka’s hand warm and solid around hers.

The movie was just as cheesy and silly as Marinette remembered, and Luka’s whispered asides had Marinette burying her face in his shoulder to muffle her laughter. Fortunately, the theater was not exactly packed, and no one made any effort to shush them. They both doubled over with barely suppressed laughter as Jagged threw himself dramatically into a mudslide down a cliff in the rain after his crocodile co-star, only to land up to his ears in a lake of muddy water at the bottom.

“Back before the age of green screens,” Luka snickered in her ear. “How many times do you think they had to do that take?”

The image of Jagged flinging himself repeatedly into the mud because the first take hadn’t been rock ‘n roll enough sent them both into another fit of giggles.

It struck her suddenly that this was not what she had ever expected out of a first date. There were no flowers or fancy restaurants, and the movie was sweet in its own way but not really romantic . This was…this was fun . Low key. No pressure. Like Luka.

But they’d kissed and they were holding hands, so it definitely was a date. She looked down at Luka’s hand still wrapped around hers. If it was Adrien who’d been holding her hand like this, so casually…

No, nothing was casual with Adrien. Everything was larger than life, huge and scary, making her knees weak and her heart pound and…that was how it was supposed to be, right? Maybe she and Luka…maybe they were just supposed to be friends. Maybe that was why this all felt so…comfortable.

Yet, as she contemplated the size of his hand compared to her own, the firm press of his long fingers between hers, the way they brushed her skin as he never could seem to keep them quite still, and the little sparks that seemed to travel up her skin…

She shivered and took a slow breath, her heart suddenly beating hard, her insides feeling like jelly…

“Are you cold?” Luka asked, shifting slightly beside her. “You can have my jacket if you need it, I’m fine.”

Marinette shook her head, still hyper-aware of their joined hands, of Luka’s thumb brushing over hers, their forearms pressed together on the arm rest. He was sweet, really, to be paying so much attention to her even with the film. She…really liked his attention, honestly. But…was it his attention, or would she have felt the same way about anyone who paid attention to her?

She looked up at Luka. Light from the film flickered over his face, showing her the content smile he wore and highlighting the sharper lines of his face, and Marinette felt a warm, fluttery feeling in her stomach. Sensing her gaze, he looked down at her. His smile warmed and widened and he squeezed her hand again.

Marinette blinked, realizing she had been staring. She smiled at him, and his own smile grew again, and as he turned his attention back to the movie, she thought he might be blushing.

Oh, she liked that, Marinette realized. She really liked that. Luka was so easygoing and self-possessed, and the idea that maybe he got the same jelly-like feeling on his insides that he gave her made her happier than it probably should.

Marinette giggled quietly and snuggled against Luka’s side, resting her head on his shoulder. She felt him stiffen slightly and then relax again, and lean his head to rest lightly on hers. She felt that fizzing, fluttery feeling again, but the comfortable feeling was there also, and she didn't feel the slightest inclination to jump away from him or flee the situation.

It was nice. It felt good. Her heart was beating faster, yes, but not in that way that made her feel like she was going to pass out or explode if she didn’t get away.

No, no matter how different she felt, being with Luka, it was definitely real, and definitely more than friendship. It wasn’t the stomach-dropping, adrenaline-pumping feeling that stole her breath and scrambled her brain, but…maybe this was better. There wasn’t a single cell in her body that was afraid of Luka. She trusted him too much for fear, and he’d been so open with his own feelings that she couldn’t be afraid of rejection. The thrill she felt at his touch and the way she melted under his smile, those were real. Absently she lifted her fingers to her lips, remembering how much she had enjoyed kissing him.

Marinette felt Luka squeeze her hand and looked up to find him gazing at her with a soft smile. “Doing okay?” he asked, and she nodded, smiling as she curled her fingers and made a motion towards her hair, like she had been intending to smooth it aside and not thinking about kissing him. Luka leaned over a little and pressed his lips to her temple gently.

Impulsively, Marinette raised her head and kissed him quickly, on the lips, and then settled back down against his shoulder before she could see his reaction, though she heard his quick gasp. Marinette smiled to herself, feeling proud despite her burning cheeks. Her stomach dropped for just a moment when Luka untangled their fingers, but settled again as soon as his arm draped around her shoulders. Without looking up she shifted to lean more comfortably against him, and raised her hand to where his rested on her arm. He let her twine their fingers back together over her shoulder, and she felt his chest raise in a sigh. Marinette peeked up at him. His eyes were on the screen but the way he was smiling, she was certain, had nothing to do with Jagged’s torn shirt pose against the sunset. She bit her lip, even though nobody could see her grin.

They snickered together through the emotional climactic scene. “You’re gonna be all right, Big Chompy,” Jagged said solemnly, a sad smile on his face as the rain poured down on him. “Yeah. You always were.”

Marinette and Luka collapsed against each other, trying desperately to muffle their hysterical laughter. It didn’t really matter, though, as everyone in the theater was laughing along, except for one grumpy viewer in the front that threw popcorn at the screen.

“What did he expect?” Marinette whispered, and Luka snorted.

“Some people love to hate,” he whispered back, grinning. “I think we’re having a lot more fun than him though.”

Finally the credits were rolling, and Luka and Marinette stood up, both stretching before making their way out of their seats.

“That was definitely even stupider than I remembered,” Luka chuckled as they walked out of the theater. “Course I was just a kid when it first came out, my standards were…low. Very low.” He looked at Marinette and his grin softened. “Thanks for coming with me.”

Marinette smiled back at him. “Thanks for asking me.”

Luka reached for her hand and drew it through his arm. “I’ll walk you home, if that’s okay.”

“Definitely okay,” she smiled up at him. “I had a lot of fun, Luka.”

“Me too,” he sighed happily, and Marinette leaned into him as they started walking.

They didn’t talk on the way back to the bakery, but it didn’t feel like they needed to. The sun was setting and Paris at night was always lovely. Luka was solid and warm beside her, and for once, Marinette felt…peaceful. Content. They strolled, in no hurry to reach home, and Marinette still felt a pang of disappointment as they approached the bakery door.

“Hey,” Luka said as they slowed. “Would you help me put this on?” He pulled the little box she had given him out of his pocket and opened it. Marinette stepped forward and took it carefully out of the box. His eyes on her, Luka bent down, and Marinette reached around him. Afraid she would fumble the clasp with his breath on her ear like that, she brought it around to the front to give herself a little more distance. She breathed a sigh of relief when she got it, and then reached up again to move the clasp to the back and settle the pick at his chest.

“Thank you, Marinette,” he said, unconcealed affection in his voice, and she blushed, looking up at him.

“Under the moonlight, by the sea…” she sang softly.

“...kiss me?” he finished, looking down at her with a grin.

“If you want,” she said shyly.

“I do,” he said, a little breathlessly, taking an eager half-step towards her.

Face hot, Marinette stepped closer and looped her arms around Luka’s neck as his hands found her waist. Marinette hesitated only a breath before pressing herself up on her toes to kiss him. He didn’t move until her lips were on his, and then he stepped closer, leaning into the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her.

It felt amazing, being held, being kissed like this, without any hesitation or doubt. It was a rush, too, the way he looked at her, how quickly he moved, the catch in his throat he had to swallow before he closed his eyes and they kissed again. How tightly he held her.

The way he looked at her when they separated gave her goosebumps. Luka rested his forehead against hers, and impulsively she pushed up and kissed him again, just a quick, soft kiss, because she could. Because Luka’s heart was hers, and Luka was amazing, and that someone like him could look at someone like her that way stole her breath.

Reluctantly she broke her hold on his neck, sliding her hands to just below his shoulders. “Could we, um. Do this again sometime?” she asked him, blushing as his hands moved to cover hers. “Go out again, I mean. On a date.”

“I’d love that,” Luka said, and then cleared his throat, clearly fighting the grin that wanted to break through his usual reserved smile. The joy absolutely radiating off of him stirred up all the butterflies in her stomach all over again. “Anytime. Anywhere.”

Marinette giggled. “I’ll check my schedule.”

“Right,” Luka nodded, and then reached around her to open the bakery door. “I should go. I think I have some music to write.”

“I can’t wait to hear it,” Marinette said, giving him a little wave as she stepped back through the door. “Good night, Luka.”

“You’re gonna be all right, Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Luka grinned, stepping backward himself, and so Marinette was laughing as she closed the door.

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