#anarka couffaine

[yunyin]

When I realized the akumatized Couiffaine family had a theme, I had to draw it!

#yunyinart #miraculous ladybug #anarka couffaine #juleka couffaine #luka couffaine #ml silence #ml silencer #reflekta #captain hardrock #sillence #It'd been a while since I'd done something a bit more polished for myself so I was playing with this off and on last month #I wonder what the waveform on Luka's chest is cuz it looks specific #Also I guess it's the Miraculous 8 year anniversary!!

[depressed-teacup-inc]

Sigh… women🥰

#miraculous ladybug #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #anarka couffaine #character design #character redesign #I love me lesbians and milfs

[that-octavian]

Happy Halloween from the Couffaines dressed up as characters from the Shining…

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #jagged stone #anarka couffaine #couffaine family #couffaine family as shining characters hehe #yes Luka is wearing a dress for plot commitment 💅 #annual couffaine halloween dress-up #ml art #ml

[bcjthoughts]

Luka's just swallowing all his feelings to make room for everyone elses. He's not really chill, he's a teenager who has trouble expressing himself because he's learnt it's easier to help deal with other people's emotions if he doesn't have any.

He grew up in a house full of big feelings, with an overly anxious sister and a mum with anger issues and now that jagged's hanging around as his dad he has to deal with all the emotional immaturity of a rockstar.

Not only that but all of his friends clearly go to him for advice and his ex girlfriend leans on him heavily for emotional support.

So just imagine a scene were everyone's coming to him with their various problems and he's listening one after the other seeming chill and understanding for everyone but he's plucking at his guitar the whole time and the notes are getting progressively tighter and harsher till finally one of the strings snap.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #jagged stone #marinette dupain cheng #anarka couffaine #miraculous ladybug headcannon

[coralpaperthoughts]

LukAdrien headcanons: Homely Edition (with a lot of some JuleRose)

Adrien always sneaks out of his house to visit the Liberty (whether out the back door / under the guise that he’s got a class meeting / with the help of Chat Noir, he’ll always find a way)

Like it’s also most every other day/night, he’s at the Liberty

Nathalie knows

The Gorilla also knows

Every time he’s there, he’s always welcomed by 4 pairs of warm arms (Luka, Rose, Juleka and Anarka in that order)

Anarka has practically adopted him at this point (like she did with Rose)

Him and Rose are honorary Couffaines (because they’re too young to get married)

Lukadrien and Julerose DOUBLE DATES !!

They go out sometimes, to like Andre’s ice cream or smth, OR they stay at home and watch movies or have a video game marathon

Adrien and Juleka always the best at video games

When they team up for games, they don’t always go by couples - sometimes its Adrien and Juleka against Luka and Rose, sometimes siblings vs blondes

Adrien helps out making meals/helps clean up afterwards

Rose teaches him all he needs to know coz yk our boy does not know the first thing about cleaning (bro didn’t even know how to play fricking football)

Juleka bullies him all the time, but he knows that’s just how she shows love

Luka wraps his arms around Adrien’s waist when he’s washing up

Luka presses kisses to his neck and shoulder, Adrien gets flustered, Rose giggles at them being lovey dovey, Juleka makes fake gagging noises

Juleka gets comfy enough around Adrien that she talks freely in front of him, but only in the house boat

Luka tends to sit on the couch, strumming his guitar, during the making/cleaning up of meals

#coralbabbles #lukadrien #julerose #adrien and rose are unofficially couffaines #juleka and adrien are besties #juleka couffaine #rose lavillant #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #anarka couffaine #luka x adrien #juleka x rose #luka and juleka #adrien and rose #adrien and juleka #luka and rose #found family trope ftw #found family

[airi-p4]

✨MERRY CHRISTMAS 2023✨

(Full version of this art from my Fairy Misunderstood AU)

Close-ups under the cut:

Juleka and Anarka with their new knit shirts (made by Marinette).

Remember this? Luka's Jagged Stone themed ugly knit shirt made by Marientte (previously seen in this special comic chapter of Fairy AU)

Presents details! *Click for bigger view* (a few name name tags and sparkles for presents made by Marinette with her knitting magic. Oh, and what could that present for Rose be...? Can you guess it? 😝 )

And that's all- ✨Merry Christmas!! ✨

#airip4 #my art #fairy misunderstood #fairy misunderstood AU #knitting fairy!Marinette #fairy!marinette #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #couffaine family #lukanette #pro lukamari #(((Merry Christmas!!!)))

[ninadove]

9 Lukadrien

9. Which one swears more?

Naturally, at the beginning of their relationship, Luka would be the one to swear more. He was raised by what is basically a pirate while Adrien was raised by… Actually, he was barely raised at all.

Over time, Luka, who is always eager to make others as comfortable as possible, would drastically limit his use of swear words and keep them almost exclusively for his songs.

Meanwhile Adrien, who was originally petrified at the mere idea of using swear words, is reconnecting with Certified Bad Influence ™ Felix “You can do whatever the fuck you want forever” Graham de Vanily (phew what a long name!) and ends up just. Letting one slip out one day. Which sends him panicking and not talking to anyone for three days because he’s scared it’ll happen again, prompting Plagg to repeatedly hit his two remaining braincells together until there’s finally a spark - after which Adrien starts swearing with child-like enthusiasm all the damn time, with and without the mask.

He’s a menace. Someone needs to stop him.

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #adrien agreste #chat noir #lukadrien #felix graham de vanily #plagg #anarka couffaine #gabriel agreste #Felix 🤝 Plagg -> Being the “bad” influence Adrien needs in his life

[wackus-bonkus-maximus]

TRICCCKKKK ORRR treat (hhehehehee)

hello sizzle 💛 i'm so sorry i'm answering this late and also i'm very sorry that i don't have any new snippets to give you (i'm gonna steal the ladybug and black cat miraculous and make a wish to be less busy). so here's a headcanon for you!

i believe in my heart that luka isn't rock.

like he's barely even alt. i think because he's in a family of rockers and has been raised by a rocker and is surrounded by rockers (and juleka his scene twin) that he just thinks he's rock and dresses that way. but i believe that when he goes to uni and lives on his own and finds himself he's going to realize he's actually a prep and he's gonna come back for the holidays wearing oxfords and a button up and maybe even have his shirt tucked in and anarka's gonna puke.

from the ask box trick-or-treat (fic writer edition) no more for now please!

#luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #juleka couffaine #jagged stone #ml headcanons #ask game #trick or treat ask game #i mean it guys pls don't give me more #i still have so many to answer #and i'm trying to do nanowrimo ahhh #i swear i will update my wips one of these days

[arjengelly]

So in ShadyClaw’s universe: 🐅 🐍

The Couffaine twins are evil because Anarka is in jail and Jagged Stone sent them to separate boarding schools. They believe he’s living a happier life with Penny (but he was actually trying to do it for their own good).

They go by Tigera & Cobra

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous reverse #shadyclaw #shadybug and claw noir #purple tigress #viperion #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #jagged stone

[hamsteriffic]

The Lego Liberty!

Messiness is part of life!

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #Lego #lego builds #hamstercrafts

[celestiall0tus]

"Brother, I crave violence."

Got this idea after reflecting on what I wrote for chapter 11 of Salvation. I can say with full confidence that I absolutely love the more chaotic Juleka. She still has her reserved quiet side, but just like Anarka, she will choose violence.

Ah. Like mother like daughter 😊

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #fanart #miraculous fanart #au #alternate universe #miraculous au #digital art #mlb juleka #miraculous juleka #juleka #juleka couffaine #luka and juleka #miraculous luka #luka miraculous #luka mlb #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #Anarka miraculous #anarka #i crave violence #salvation #chaotic juleka is best juleka #it's always the quiet ones

[justanotherpersonsuniverse]

The Walpurgis-Guests

Upon the witching hour, does an ancient ball take a place. Where commerce between magic and arcane users come together to discuss and to dance. Walpurgisnacht. Welcome dearest guests. Please, enjoy your time... and beware of the dangers that may unfold, upon the dance floor of stars...

...AHEM. HI. 

HERES A LITTLE PEAK- FOR THE NEXT THERE’S MORE MAGIC OUT THERE ARC! The Walpurgisnacht arc. ITS COMING SOON SO KEEP AN EYE OUT! (In like two or so chapters.) 

If you don’t know what this au is, it’s my little monster au with magic, monsters, gay werewolves, crack ships, and some horror. Please give it a read (if you want).

I had fun making lil masquerade outfit designs. Though of course, Anarka doesn’t quite play on anyone’s rules, and has no mask. And I tried to make this arc’s characters a lil more specific and narrowed down, so everyone else? They’re just chilling playing, idk, mario cart at home.

#chloe bourgeois #alix kubdel #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #rose lavillant #miraculous #monster au #other magic au #my art

[justminawrites]

there are no synonyms for half

AO3

Summary: For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half. It was only when he turned fifteen, watching the dying sun set over the Seine, did he realise that the other half of him had only ever been other people’s secrets.

For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half of something. 

It came with the territory of being a twin, his mother would tell him as much, but Luka’s melody sounded empty in a way Juleka’s never was. Every birthday, every anniversary, every time a neighbour cooed and fussed over how much of Anarka’s face her children had inherited, however infrequent that was. A houseboat rarely had anything resembling a neighbourhood, after all. 

‘Ma.. why didn’t Dad want us? 

At five, Luka had somehow gotten it into his head that his incompletion lied in the absence of a parent. His missing notes were hidden in the ever elusive tune of who his father was, and once his mother told him, he’d finally be able to complete his song. Anarka Couffaine only huffed in disbelief and switched off the Jagged Stone TV Special he’d been watching. 

Yer father was a real scallywag! Luka looked down at the acoustic guitar he’d held closer than any stuffed animal, and wondered if he too was half scallywag.

I don’t want to go.

His mother stiffened, one leg out the door of the gilded school gates. Juleka turned around in confusion as he dropped her hand and then slid off his backpack. Unzipping the blue-and-green printed fabric, Luka pulled out the ukulele he’d hidden and held it up triumphantly like it was some sort of prize. 

I want to go to music school. He panicked when Anarka crossed her arms in disbelief, and tried to find the words to promise how he’d learn every instrument and do all of his and Juleka’s chores everyday if she let him. 

Luka was only ten at the time, so he didn’t know how to tell his mother that he believed he was half music, that it was the one thing that made him feel whole. The tunes would echo off of the walls of his heart and fill up the empty parts of him until he could imagine them colliding, overflowing, and finally spilling out of him again.

His mother only sighed, ruffled his hair and picked up the discarded backpack, before turning to leave.

Luka ran after her, leaving his twin behind, a lone ship in the sea of melody. 

Jules, what’s wrong?

Even before Juleka rushed into his arms, her face already crumpled and stained with tears, Luka was half rage. 

She refused to tell him what exactly happened but clutched his fingers tightly all the way back to the Liberty. He could feel the anger bubbling under his skin as he took in her skinned knees and the bluntly chopped ends of hair she’d braided so carefully that very morning. The feeling was so all encompassing that when Anarka took his face in her hands, she pulled away almost immediately, claiming he’d contracted a fever.

Ow..

Luka was half fire the night he pierced his own ears. Juleka looked at him with wide eyes as he ran his bloody fingers under the faucet, and gave her a reassuring smile. Doesn’t it hurt?, she asked him unable to do much more than look at the black studs that would forever adorn his ears. 

Luka didn’t know how to tell her that he could simply pour whatever pain was left into the empty parts of himself until it fell so far down that he didn’t hear it anymore. So he shook his head instead. 

When he insisted on walking Juleka to François Dupont Elementary the next morning, Anarka sharply took his face in her hands again, so quickly that Luka winced. Her eyes grazed the new, round black dots on his ears that definitely hadn’t been there yesterday and met her son’s defiant blue eyes. Yer not burnin’ up anymore, was all she had to say about the matter.

Is that Juleka’s brother? He looks really scary!

Luka was half pride as he pushed through the crowd of fifth graders that had gathered around him despite themselves, their faces shining with admiration and envy, gold and green. 

It was a mixture of pride and justice, he would realise much later, that made him exaggeratedly stomp his way over to Juleka’s bullies and wave a threatening finger at their ringleader, a blonde Bourgeois who was so startled, she fell backwards into a puddle of sludge. He didn’t say anything but he hardly needed to open his mouth amidst the cruel laughter of forty kids to know his job was done. Relief shone in the corners of his sister’s eyes when she rushed out of school that evening.

Nice to meet you ma-ma-marinette.

Luka was half shame when he saw the girl’s face fall, her dollish blue eyes crinkling with tears. He hadn’t expected to feel something stirring in the empty parts of him when one of Juleka’s friends stumbled into his room, every emotion under the sun flickering on her face, and he’d been just as startled by her presence, as she was by his.

Sorry.. I tend to make more sense with this. 

Luka clutched his guitar closer even though he was the one that asked her to sit beside him, and braced himself. Sure enough, the hollowness inside him steadily filled with the flutter of a thousand beating, insect wings as Marinette carefully acquiesced, the ends of her ballet flats hovering inches above the ground. Ladybug wings. 

For once, it was the outside world that held its breath as Luka’s insides roared with a harmony he didn’t know how to play. He forced himself to remain composed as she blinked her secretive blue eyes up at him, concealing a question and a challenge of her own. 

How do you do that?

He’d hardly strummed a tune, but her face betrayed wonder as his fingers echoed the chords that clanged around in her own empty spaces, whatever he could hear over the clamour of newness in his own heart, anyway. She slipped away in the midst of his explanation, taking the white noise with her, to admire the Jagged Stone poster he’d spent hours gluing down, and the collection of guitar picks right below it. 

The silence in him returned, somehow louder than before now that he knew it could be filled.

You can have it if you like. 

He was beside her before he knew it, eyes glued to the guitar pick between her slender, calloused fingers. Marinette gasped in delight and the flutter-buzz returned, rising a notch, arresting Luka’s heart, as though the ladybugs that had overflowed his empty half had now begun to crawl into his lungs. But there, under all the white noise, when they were standing this close, he could almost taste it– one unmistakable beat, and then another and another; the morse code of her heart song.

You’re a funny girl, Marinette.

He didn’t want to go but Luka was afraid he’d completely lose his wits if he listened to the full force of the ladybug wings any longer. 

It was only when he was halfway up the stairs did he realise there was a lone buzzing bouncing off the walls of the vacant half of his heart. She’d left something behind.

Personally, I think a girl like you deserves to feel more like.. this.

Luka slipped off the deck chair to sit beside Marinette, guitar in hand. 

It had only been a week since they’d met but he’d found himself unable to enjoy sleep in its entirety. The lone ladybug she’d forgotten haunted his nights, humming a tune too faint for him to hear, and he would stay up, straining his ears to grasp a single note, as the light of dawn flooded through the portholes of the ship.

Luka liked the way Marinette always closed her eyes while she listened to him play. He pretended not to notice the slump of her shoulders, as she relaxed into the chords he strummed specially to catch her. He’d long since stopped wondering if people experienced the world the same way he did. He simply brought her peace, in exchange for a bit of her chaos.

And whoever made you feel this way, is nothing but a–

He played a slightly funky tune and she giggled, filling his chest with so much fluttering (an applause of wings) that he hardly dared to open his mouth for fear a ladybug might escape. And then how would he explain himself?

Say, are you free tomorrow..

For her? Luka was free for the rest of his life.

You should probably go over and talk to him.

The cavernous silence returned in the subway. 

Luka was half regret as he shifted on the blue polyester seat, trying his best to stare out of the window, to concentrate on something, anything, besides the bittersweet silence in his lungs. The ladybugs in his chest must’ve frozen to death hours ago, in the skating rink, where he’d watched Marinette watch Adrien with the unwavering focus of a musician bent on mastering an instrument. 

He told himself he didn’t mind, not really. Adrien filled her with wings of her own (butterflies maybe?) and he’d be too busy piecing together his new melody to do the same. It would be best to let her go, now, when the feelings were fresh enough that they’d wilt under the slightest pressure. 

It would be best to forget about the kiss. 

The quick peck. The obligatory press of Marinette’s soft lips to his cheek before she was whisked away, by the wind, by the universe. He breathed out slowly, catching a glimpse of himself on the dark glass of the of the subway car. Oh no. 

It could’ve been from the from the sudden drop in temperature in the skating rink, but the nape of his neck, the tips of his ears, and quite damningly, his cheeks– were a bright, unmistakable scarlet.

The ladybugs had found a new home.

Are ye blushing?

Luka was half mortification when he finally made it home and buried himself under ice packs and blankets, determined to be rid of the crimson flush if it killed him. 

Anarka didn’t need to take his face in her hands this time to know something was bothering him. He watched her quietly slip into his room and rob it of anything with sharp points, before gently closing the door. 

Still no news about the contest?

Luka meant it to be encouraging but when Marinette’s face fell he wished he could take it back immediately. He wished he could take everything back and never say another word again. While the blue-eyed girl fretted about wether her costumes influenced the reception Kitty Section’s audition tape received, he put an arm on her shoulder to stop her train of thought and remind her about the wonders of real-life paperwork. 

She smiled up at him gratefully but before the ladybugs under skin (he still hadn’t managed to get rid of them) sensed this opportunity, Ivan’s outraged yell from across the room, scared them back into hiding.

You’ll never have a future in this business, you’ll never make another costume, because as far as everyone’s concerned– you’ll be the ripoff artists!

Luka was half fury, a cold fire this time, as he watched Bob Roth’s sleazy grin drip with venom as he held Marinette’s hand in his vice-like grip. She shook him off quickly but his words hung in the air like a promise, threatening to choke them both permanently if they didn’t leave immediately like the good little children they were.

Hello Silencer..

He would’ve appreciated the irony if it were any other situation. Hawk moth couldn’t begin to imagine just how much the power of silence was befitting of someone like him. Luka put on the akumatised mask obediently as the supervillain’s monologue came to an end. 

He stopped fighting the darkness and for a while, Luka was half nothing.

Did you really mean those things you said when you were akumatised?

Luka knit his eyebrows in frustration, wracking his memory for some kind of indication of what he could’ve said to fluster Marinette so much. Had he said something about the ice-rink? Had he said something about the kiss? 

He took a deep breath and decided it was time for the speech he’d rehearsed over and over again in front of the mirror, since he’d returned from their not-date weeks ago. Clear as a musical note, Sincere as a melody, Luka couldn’t tear his gaze away from the pools of blue in her eyes, even as he had the sinking sensation that he’d already passed the threshold of no return. 

Luckily, the lights were so erratic, he was sure she couldn’t see the ladybugs huddled beneath his mask, but the buzzing was deafening, pop rocks in the back of his throat, leaving him so light-headed he’d promptly run from Marinette before she could figure out how to respond.

He hoped he hadn’t ruined everything by telling her.

Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Snake.

He was half fear when The Hero of Paris held out a palm sized miracle box in her red and black-spotted hand. 

The emptiness in him leaned into the idea of using the superhero persona to fill the void but the other part of him, the only part of him worth listening to, quaked under the pressure. But Paris wasn’t his priority, saving his mother and Juleka was. So he took it. 

When the Kwami of Intuition, Sass, appeared, bowing his head formally, Luka wondered if those snake-like eyes could see right through him. From his cheeks filled with ladybugs, all the way through to his bottomless pit of emptiness that now held the aftermath of an affection, a wreckage of insect wings, wrong chords, and crumpled speeches.

The Kwami only smiled knowingly, and he felt a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. Still he said the words, and then Luka was half Viperion. 

What do you think?

Luka looked up from strumming the tune trying to gauge Marinette’s reaction from behind a tower of macaron boxes. Her eyes softened, but stayed open, and he immediately knew it was nowhere close to being good enough.

She was quick to praise his skill though, and he offered her a ride to Le Grand Paris for the Bourgeois’ 20th wedding Anniversary, on the back of his delivery bike. 

The ladybugs from Luka’s face swarmed back into his chest with vengeance as Marinette hugged his torso, her fingers clutching his jacket for dear life as he pedalled through Parisian traffic as quickly as he dared. 

This time, when she thanked him with a kiss, Luka was able to pinpoint the exact moment the crimson menaces overran his flushed cheeks. 

He turned away quickly, (hiding his face in her spare helmet), so quickly that he couldn’t hear the last thing she said to him over the sound of a million ladybugs taking flight.

Are you sure you want to hear it?

She knew what he was really asking her, of course. Are you sure this is what you want– that I am what you want? 

Marinette nodded, leaning into him and Luka held his breath, plucking out the perfect rhythm as the watery sunshine glinted off the slick, cobblestoned pavement across from them.

He’d listened carefully for the chords in her heart every time they’d talked, and painstakingly pieced together its melody but even though he’d double checked, triple-checked even, Luka felt the inescapable presence of doubt slither from out his stomach, curling its wicked tail around his half-empty heart. 

Marinette’s tune sounded just as incomplete as his.

Under the moonlight, by the sea– KISS ME!

He rubbed the back of his neck (where the ladybugs were gathered), embarrassed. It was the easiest question he knew, so he hadn’t counted on Marinette’s ridiculously competitive spirit when she’d yelled out the answer with her whole heart.

I mean, if you want to.

She did want to, and so did he. But even as Luka leaned in to press his lips to hers, to pray his kiss would somehow wake the sleeping butterflies in her chest, strain to hear the final note in her shrouded melody– he felt the interruption before it came.

The ceiling shook and Marinette ran off to get them something to drink, forgetting the white linoleum cup that she’d left beside him, filled to the brim with orange juice and disappointment.

He watched her go, like he’d done so often. Taking her secrets and her chaos with her.

The truth, Luka, is the only thing I can’t tell you.

He had never been half pain before, not like this. Not poisonous, acidic agony  that filled the empty parts of him so throughly that it flooded his lungs, burning the ladybugs, drowning the music out completely. 

It hurt to think, it hurt to breathe. 

Luka wasn’t surprised that the akuma found him so quickly, but he curled into himself as Marinette’s voice scrabbled for purchase in his mind, begging him to fight the temptation, fight the evil that would undoubtedly lead to more suffering. 

He couldn’t blame her. She didn’t understand how her voice was the thing that hurt him the most.

Why did you abandon me?

Jagged Stone’s lips were painted white with Truth’s compulsion power but Luka knew that whatever came out of his former hero's mouth now wouldn’t matter at all. 

The damage had already been done. He’d seen the scars it’d left on his mother’s broken melody, his sister’s quiet song.

His own silent, silent heart.

It was hard to tell which part was him and which was the akuma, when he hurled his would-be father from the terrace of a several-story building and set off towards the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. 

You know, not seeing you is a hundred times worse than seeing you, Marinette.

The familiar rush of ladybugs filled his chest when she put her forgiving hand on his shoulder, as though they were flowing out of her and into him through the lightest of touches.

Luka swallowed the confession in his throat when she asked to be friends, much to the chagrin of a hundred scarlet wings beating in his ears, and pulled her in for a hug so she wouldn’t see it on his face, plain-as-day.

The milky white moonlight caressed his cheek fondly, like a mother would, as he breathed in Marinette’s rose perfume. He knew had to let her go, it was just a matter of time. 

Foolishly, he wished he’d kept the snake miraculous he’d borrowed weeks ago, just so he could have a second chance with her. A chance to do it again, do it right this time. A chance to sweep her off her feet; to put the butterflies under her skin before Adrien, before anyone.

But Luka understood with a sinking feeling that even that wouldn’t be enough. He’d watched the way his parents clawed at one another’s sanity mere hours ago, unable to see that their fighting was turning down Juleka’s quiet symphony even further into herself.

People like them, like him, didn’t get second chances. Not when it mattered, anyway.

Awesome! I always wanted to be the Knitting Fairy in real life!

Luka was half terror when he watched Paris’ bravest superhero transform into the love of his life. 

It transcended panic, surpassed horror. The worst thing in the world that could’ve happened just happened and he had no idea what to do about it.

Marinette? He said her name like a prayer, like a wish that hovered on his tongue ever so delicately, ready to disappear into the wind. But as the girl turned around and beamed at him, the happiest smile on her face, Luka finally felt the final piece of of her melody click into place.

Second chance!

He took the dread and stuffed it down, deep, deep down inside of him; somewhere under the graveyard of ladybugs, shredded posters and scales. The shock would have to wait, he could only be one thing at a time and right now he had to be Viperion.

When I was a kid, I always wanted to be what my parents wanted me to be!

Luka wished he hadn’t turned around. 

Where Chat Noir once stood, now Adrien Agreste took his place, looking vaguely cheery despite what he’d just said moments before. He didn’t even need to use his powers to know Chat Noir had gotten hit by the akuma on purpose. 

Marinette hadn’t noticed yet, too busy talking to a man whose childhood dream was to become a stuffed animal, and the anxiety rose up like bile in the back of his throat. He’d been half pain before but this was something new.

Luka was half pity, half hope. Half defeat. 

His heart seemed to be breaking over and over in his chest, the muscle spasming so violently that everything in him was instantly ground to dust. The walls, the silence, the ladybugs. All the pain he’d carried around with him since his very first akumatisation.  

Because nothing he was going through could ever compare to Marinette and Adrien being... to them being..

Second chance!

Viperion was wholly conviction when he reassured Ladybug that he’d make sure no one would discover their secret identities. If he were still Luka he’d wonder how he hadn’t seen it before– her strength, her determination, the way Marinette’s nose crinkled when she was focused on something, all of it matched the red and black-spotted superhero to a T. 

But he, much like the rest of Paris, had only ever seen what they wanted to see. And Luka hadn’t wanted to see her in pain.

Not even me- luckily Wishmaker never hit you or Chat Noir.

He expected the lie to sour his tongue, turn his skin blue with irony, but it came easily, almost too easily for his comfort. But Marinette (because she would only ever be Marinette to him) smiled like his word was more than enough for her to trust him forever and turned to leave, like she’d done so many times before.

Now he knew why. 

The ladybugs in chest (ha!) swarmed against his rib cage as she left, tiny wings beating furiously as though they were trying to break right through his skin and follow her back home. 

Before Luka could think to question why, he was already running after her, reading the fluttering inside him like a compass, leading him further and further away from the street, down the sidewalk, all the way to the only thing that ever made him whole. All the way to her– 

Luka! Thank you for hiding me in here!

He wanted it to be a dream, a really bad dream; a really awful, terrible dream he’d wake up from any second, but when she’d opened the door, a nanosecond before he’d knocked and smiled up at him, her shoulders slumped over with the weight of the world; all he could think was how lucky he was.

Lucky to have known her, lucky to have loved her. Lucky to be empty enough to carry her secret for now, for forever.

You guys are okay!

“We’re all okay,” Luka smiled, looking between his two friends, “Thanks to Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

He’d almost meant it this time, but as he watched the Ladybug and Chat Noir in front of him look into each other’s eyes, completely unaware of all the forces of the universe that had conspired to bring them both to this moment, Luka knew he would never be whole.

For as long as Luka Couffaine could remember, he was a half. It was only when he turned fifteen, watching the dying sun set over the Seine, did he realise that the other half of him had only ever been other people’s secrets. 

-fin-

#ao3 #ao3 writer #ao3fic #ao3 fic #justminawrites #lukanette #mlb lukanette #luka couffaine #luka x marinette #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x luka #juleka couffaine #miraculous juleka #mlb juleka #jagged stone #anarka couffaine #miraculous ladybug #miraculous spoilers #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #angst #angst and feels #wishmaker spoilers #i didn't want to be here #but then i saw wishmaker and i hightailed it back to this fandom #sad ending #canon compliant #ladybug and chat noir #ladybugs #literally like the insect #this show just keeps punishing my children

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I apologize if this has been asked before but how different would the Mominette/Dolls AUs be if Luka was their "Dad" and not Adrien? He can still be their uncle or something.

There would be some differences.

Probably post-Silencer, Marinette makes a Littlebug Doll for Luka. She "wakes up" while he's playing a guitar and Luka is understandably surprised when he's broken out of his "zone" to the feeling of Littlebug resting against him while listening to him play.

Luka is understandably surprised because okay, the doll is clearly alive. But she's peaceful and seems to like his song so he keeps playing and observes her for a bit.

Littlebug: (P erks up at one of the songs he plays)

Luka: Oh. You like that?

Littlebug: (Nods)

So Luka plays more and Littlebug smiles and sorta sways with the tune.

But she sways too far at one point and falls over.

Luka picks her up.

Littlebug is sheepish but smiles at him in thanks.

It reminds him of Marinette—whom Luka remembers was the one to give him this doll and figures he should check on her because if her doll is alive, it may be because she's an akuma.

He calls Marinette and is happy to confirm she ISN'T an akuma. But does immediately tell her that her Ladybug doll came to life.

Marinette: ....wait. What?

This results in Marinette knowing about Littlebug much, MUCH sooner. A lot of things happen sooner, actually. The Dolls meeting and becoming friends/siblings. Luka and Marinette discovering the other's dolls and starting to co-parent. And the Dolls determining that the two ARE their parents and start calling them "Mama" and "Papa".

But since this is still season 3 era, what DOES take time to work out is the reveal of Marinette's identity as Ladybug.

The other issue would be whether it's Chaton or Little Viperion staying with Marinette. Still debating...

On the one hand, I know everyone adores Chaton and he is very much a Mama's Boy and it wouldn't feel right to put him with anyone else. Plus part of me argues that changing their dad figure doesn't necessarily mean the dolls themselves have to be swapped.

....on the other hand, it is a Little Viperion. A Neonate, if you will.

What IS clear though is that there would be a major difference in how the Dolls act because of this.

Marinette made Littlebug to protect Adrien and make him happy. And given Adrien's life, Littlebug takes her "job" very seriously.

But Luka....while I don't doubt Marinette would make Littlebug for the same reasons and the same "purpose", the fact is that Luka's got a pretty easy-going life and is capable of handling his own problems. So no one is threatening Littlebug's Papa or trying to throw her into trash bins. Littlebug of course is gonna want to protect him during akuma fights, but otherwise, he's fine.

Then there's the OTHER point that Luka is more chill but also wouldn't be as much of a pushover as Adrien. He would be more responsible when looking after his little Doll/sweetheart/mini menace. So he wouldn't let Littlebug get away with as much. :p

But that's okay! Because Luka has Juleka and Anarka both of whom would let Littlebug get away with murder. And let's be real here...how long do you really think Luka would manage to go before Littlebug gets discovered?

So yeah. Anarka has magical grandkids and just ADORES them. And teaches them all the things they need to know. Like how to pick locks. How to evade pursuers. How to deal with enemies.

Littlebug is gonna be a pirate!

Luka would try to be the responsible parental figure (which Marinette would certainly appreciate)...but it only helps so much when Anarka encourages the antics.

Then there's Juleka...

Shy sweet Juleka.

Littlebug is a serious Doll with a serious purpose. And as per her purpose, she wants to protect and dote on someone. Luka is her main person she's bonded to and was made for, but he's mostly self sufficient and it's clear he looks out for Littlebug more than the other way around. However, whether through the Dolls' innate empathic abilities or just the vicariousness of children, Littlebug adores anything Luka cares about, and Luka cares about his little sister.

Cue Littlebug doting on Juleka.

If she's not with Luka or Marinette, Littlebug is never far from Juleka. She will defend the Princess's honor and break any nasty curse that threatens her smile!

Just try and pull another stunt, Chloe. SEE WHAT HAPPENS!

So yes. Littlebug's got quite the family. Music and deliveries with Luka. School and modeling with Juleka. Fashion and playtime with Marinette. And fun and crimes with Anarka.

...and just wait until Jagged and Penny join the fun...

#ml au #dolls au #dolls au au #littlebug #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #juleka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng

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WIP Wednesday: 04.03.2024

I started this soulmate AU on a lark after starting @rierse 's AU The Song in My Head. Hers ran with the idea that they're both right there and just keep missing each other, and it got me kicking around this idea of "ok but what if they're literally right there, interacting, and still just...miss the point? And it was supposed to be short, something that wouldn't take up too much time, and now I'm probably nearing 15-20k, there's chapters, and it's still not done.

I know where it's going, I'm loving how it's playing out, but there's still a big chunk between what I'm calling "the Adrien bit" and the end that needs sorted out (and probably some other bits that need fleshing out). So I have no idea when I can actually start posting this, but damn I'm excited for it. 😂

Soooo...here's the first scene, I guess? 😂

“Luka!  Get back here, b’y!”

Gina looked up at the shout just in time to see a dark-haired boy running straight for her little fairy’s stroller, unaware of the potential danger as he looked back and laughed at the woman giving chase.  She let out a shout of her own as she snatched Marinette from the stroller just as he crashed into it, knocking the both of them to the ground.  He groaned as he lifted a hand to his head, his expression twisted in pain.  One arm was hooked over the seat, and both his legs were hooked over the back, and his head would be sporting a nasty bump come evening, but he seemed otherwise unharmed.

The woman that had bee chasing him – his mother, no doubt – looked furious once she caught up with them.  There was a baby strapped to her chest, who had somehow seemed to sleep through all the chaos.  Her own little fairy wasn’t so lucky: Marinette was screaming against her breast.

“Luka Llewellyn Couffaine, ye sorry lout!  What have ye t’say fer yerself, b’y?!” the woman barked, one hand holding the babe close to her chest while the other landed firmly on her hip.  She was dressed in flowing pants and a vibrant, loose-sleeved top, and the long braid trailing down her back was silver-streaked crimson.  With the accent, she reminded Gina of the wild banshees she heard tell of during her trips through the Highlands.  When she turned her sharp eyes on Gina, her expression softened.  “A thousand apologies, madame.  The b’y got away from me.  Is yer bairn unhurt?”

“My little fairy will be fine,” Gina said, smiling easily at her.  “Children will be children, yes?  And you, young…Luka, was it?  Are you all right?”

The boy had pushed himself up to glance between the two women as they talked, but he winced when Gina addressed him and turned his full attention on her.

“Y-yes, madame,” he said, nodding.  “I’m ok.  I’m sorry.  Is your baby ok?”

“She’s fine, aren’t you, my fairy?” Gina cooed, bouncing her granddaughter until she was giggling again.  The boy sat up straighter, an entranced expression crossing his face as he listened to Marinette laugh.  Gina looked back at him, curious.  “Are you sure you’re all right, Luka?”

“…she sounds like music,” he said softly, his wide eyes fixed on Marinette.  He pushed up from the stroller and walked over to them, and when his shadow crossed her face Marinette’s giggles stopped.  She turned her head, blinking wide, shimmering eyes up at him, and a silly little smile curled Luka’s lips.  “Hi, Fairy.”

Marinette’s giggles started anew, and Gina laughed as the little one reached for the boy.  He took her hand, his smile growing as she laughed some more.

“All right, b’y, we need t’be going, aye?” his mother asked, laying a hand on his small shoulder.  He frowned, but when his mother squeezed his shoulder her nodded.

“Aye, Captain,” he said, nodding.  He let go of Marinette’s hand and waved.  “Bye, Fairy.  I like your laugh.  Sorry I almost squished you.”

Gina bit back her own laugh, but his mother was smiling at her and mouthing sorry as they turned to go.  She shook her head and hoped that maybe they’d run into each other again.  He seemed like a sweet boy, and…

Her eyes widened as she looked back down at Marinette, who was whimpering as she reached out for her new friend.  There, glimmering on the skin of her outstretched arm, were words scrawling in a messy, dark blue.

Hi, Fairy.

#wip wednesday #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #anarka couffaine #gina dupain #lukanette #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #wip fic #all these signs #so hey everyone who saw the Adrien bits and doubted me #guess who's NOT the soulmate #it's about the yearning #kind of a slow burn I guess? #it did not start out that way 😂

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Info Dumping Abt The Au:

Alya still runs the Ladyblog, but it is now called the Scarletblog

she is still as obsessed with SB as she was with LB, not a crush (coz Dj Wifi ftw) and Nino isn’t insecure/doesn’t mind her obsession coz he’s the exact same about Scarlet - I mean who wouldn’t have a celeb crush on him ???

I think I have decided on Marinette and Adrien being besties as civilians, rather than having them being rivals as both superheroes and civilians, and Marinette and Nino are dudebros (they grew up together along with Kim) so i think i’m gonna scrap the “Nino had a crush on Marinette and that lead to Alya and Nino falling in love” coz i think that narrative is stupid asf

Instead that whole episode was Adrien coaching Nino to ask out his crush (Alya) and Marinette using Alya to get info about Nino’s crush who he hasn’t told her about because when she asked, he didn’t spill (Alya was there and he was too nervous) which she obviously found suspicious coz they're supposed to tell each other everything??

Adrien and Marinette get closer after Dj Wifi both had a date planned but their parents want them to babysit their younger siblings so Adrien and Marinette offered to babysit for them

The pair were friends before the evening started, but they left that night as besties due to their similar interests and likes (anime, games, fashion etc)

Julerose canon + power couple + everyone’s otp + lesbians queens (rose is pan tho)

Adrien confirmed emo gay boi (he’s actually bi but he got called this by his friends when he came out as gay to them and told them abt his family, he finds it funny)

He gets called emo bicycle after he comes out as bi (because it’s okay to think ur one label and then realise ur not later on and come out again !!!)

Luka doesn’t care about labelling himself, he just loves who he loves but has his preferences (totally not the author projecting onto him)

Marinette is also bi and she’s known for soooo long - although at one point she was convinced she was lesbian because she thought she should have a crush on either Nino or Kim (coz that’s what society tells her) so young tween Mari came to the conclusion that she must therefore be gay, but then realised that she just thought of Nino and Kim as brothers and couldn’t possibly imagine them in that way (I’m writing this too deep fr, it was never that deep bro)

Gabriel and Tomoe tried to force Adrien and Kagami to be together but when Adrien first met Kagami, and they were alone, he was straight (hah) up with her and told her he had no interests in girls and couldn’t be her boyfriend

Kagami immediately relaxed and told Adrien that she was not interested either, she’s demi- bi/lesbian (idk if i want feigami or not helppp)

So basically from then on they were just a pair of rich kids who hated their capitalist parents and treated every forced date as a hangout between friends to just chat shit and have some fun for once, and Adrien introduced Kagami to his school friends and she and Mari still get close - the three are inseperable

Luka is obviously there from day 1, unlike how he was in the show, and very quickly into the school year his and Juleka’s houseboat became the designated hangout spot for the class

Anarka does not mind, she loves the chaos that these teens bring to her house and she makes it clear to them all that they can come hang out on the boat at any time of the day or night if they need or want

Marinette is often at the boat, Adrien is constantly at the boat after he meets Luka (like 2 weeks into the year) - the difference is tho, Marinette is there for her friend Juleka and Adrien is there for his crush friend Luka

Adrien and Marinette constantly also visit the boat late at night as superheroes because Adrien wants to get away from his house and Marinette finds Luka's guitar playing soothing to her busy whirring mind - they also just want an excuse to chat to Luka

#i'll add more later #mlb #adrien agreste #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #miraculous au #mlb au #lukadrienette #corals mlb au #juleka couffaine #anarka couffaine #nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #djwifi #julerose