MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 17: Garden (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)
For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.
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To Feel Alive Again: Ch17: Garden
Luka had been right: it was a nice day for a ride. Still, Marinette had been surprised when he led her outside to where his motorbike was parked. She hadn’t even known he owned a bike, but really this was the first time she’d known any of them to go on a reap that wasn’t…well, immediately within the city. Most places they needed to go could be reached by walking or taking the metro.
She’d had a scooter, when she was alive. Her Nonna had gotten it for her for her sixteenth birthday, and she had kept it in pristine condition. It wasn’t quite the same as riding on the back of her Nonna’s bike, but for Marinette’s purposes – getting around in the city – it had been perfect.
Riding with Luka had felt like riding with her Nonna again, except she had never found herself pressing closer to her Nonna’s back, or tucking her face against the back of her neck to sniff at her hair, or…
Marinette was starting to think she might be developing a little crush.
…when he took a bend too fast, tipping the bike too close to the pavement for her comfort, and she screamed and clung to him even tighter and he just laughed…she realized she definitely had developed a crush.
And it wasn’t exactly little.
“You ok?” he asked, still chuckling as he pulled into a parking space at the gardens. He pulled his helmet off and looked back at her, and her breath caught in her throat as she saw the way he was grinning at her. “Didn’t scare you too bad, did I?”
“…you’re a madman, Luka,” she said, tightening her arms around his waist. His smile softened, and her heart stuttered in her chest when he dropped a hand to rest over hers. His thumb slipped under the sleeve of her coat to brush against her wrist absently.
“Couffaine,” he said, as if that should explain everything. Thinking back on some of Juleka’s stories about her family, she supposed it did. He squeezed her hand and turned back to the gardens, nodding as he checked the clock on the tower above the entrance. “We’ve got about half an hour before K. Truscott is supposed to go. Let me try to find him, and then the rest of the day is yours. Your reap was for this morning, right? So we don’t need to head back right away?”
“…yeah,” she said. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at her, tapping a finger against her hands.
“So…shall we go? Or did I scare you so bad your legs forgot how to work?” he teased. She sucked in a breath – she definitely did not squeak – and scrambled off the bike, spluttering apologies as she tried to remove the helmet. It felt stuck, though, and the more she fought with it the worse it got. She stopped when she felt his hands batting hers away, his warm chuckle making her face burn. “Easy, easy.” When the helmet was off and she could see him without the visor, his smile softened. “Better?”
“We…we should go find Truscott,” she said, swallowing thickly. “That…that fucker’s not gonna reap himself, right?”
He was laughing again as he reached for her hand, nodding as he lead her away from the bike and towards the gardens.
It was maybe a little too late when Marinette realized, listening to his laugh and wondering at how his hand felt in hers, that she might be in trouble.
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I think that the funniest headcanon I could possibly have would be that peter lukas has a fat ass
like just an absolute dumptruck
he's trying to sneak around while invisible but he's dummy thick and the clap of his asscheeks keeps alerting the beholding
jonah magnus is an ass man
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