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Something Bad is going (or Has) happened to Luka Couffaine

a theory!

Listen. Few love Luka Couffaine as much as I do. And there’s been a Good Deal of foreshadowing that something Bad is going to happen to him. Or, since we already have episodes 16 and 18, something already has. It begins in season four, and I think, most accurately, his downfall begins after Wishmaker.

My theory here is that something bad happens to him in season five, and I’m predicting it’s going down Episode 15, which is ‘Intuition’, named after Sass’s powers, iconically, the only miraculous he ever used (he should’ve gotten one in the kwami swap i will die on this hill, regardless of their reasoning). As of right now, all we have of this episode is the name and the rest is mere speculation. Could happen later, could happen not at all (doubtful), but this is what I’m predicting, and if I am wrong, well, I’ve been wrong before lol.

This ended up a Bit longer than I anticipated, with the pictures (there are pictures for evidence under the cut lol i’m not one to do a CHUNK of text) and ngl overwhelming number of ominous signs pointing towards him, so it’s under the cut. I do also acknowledge my biases- I think he’s a much more main character than the creators are allowing him to be. In my defense, I love him?

Now, when I say something bad, I’m preparing myself for them just killing him (they wouldn’t, right?) but it could be a vague injury or sending him away, just something that keeps him off my screen, which is, arguably as bad as death? The thing is, everything points to something ‘vague bad’, and from that I can’t predict more, so I’ll keep it vague.

Season 4, Episode 22- Ephemeral

Ephemeral is the First Time we get to see him after discovering their identities in Wishmaker (a moment I have written separate essays on before). As far as I interpret the episode, his initial plan is to tell Marinette he knows she’s Ladybug (eventually) and accepts he’s instead going to ‘know’ Chat Noir’s for everyone’s benefit.

I’ve written other posts on the Importance and Luka’s positioning in Ephemeral (and how the whole thing could’ve been solved with a simple conversation or. believe it or not. the Truth), so I’m not going to say much here, but the One point to be considered is:

It’s not safe for one person to know both Ladybug and Chat Noir’s identities.

Which is why she can’t know his, and he can’t know hers. And Luka finds himself knowing both. From this very moment I knew something bad was doomed to happen to my favorite blueberry. He got put in a bad situation after, honestly, a very bad season for him.

Season 5, Episode - Determination

This one is. A Reach but someone rb and tagged one of my posts so I cannot just move on from this. We know there’s a Viperion wax figure, we see it covered and also lined up to fight (BUT THEY DOn”T aCTUALLy FIGHT HIM), and he’s just straight up not included on the poster. Seeing the wax figure it’s clear that they Know of his existence, but he’s just...not there.

Some attempt at foreshadowing? I personally, do not know, but have been, without my consent, told it might be. (don’t write bible spoilers in the tags of my posts i read them okay???????) I am simply acknowledging this.

Season 5, Episode 12- Perfection

Luka has been in two (2) episodes so far in season five (LESS THAN WAYHEM MAY I ADD), and Perfection he’s bARELY there. (in his defense if I was in his exact situation, I would Also keep my distance), but he Is playing when Adrien’s singing, and they focus on him....at an interesting point.

(first. funny bc he was silencer lol) First for real. Lukanette fans are always allowed to mourn the ridiculously short dating time on my posts- the emphasis on him and Adrien using the melody talk that’s taken verbatim from Wishmaker is also another essay for another time.

Second, he knows. Which, in general, makes most of his appearances in the show post Wishmaker (only twice in season five so far) hilarious, but in this situation, why they chose to emphasize him on the heart beating line. The silence one I get, but why would they linger so long on such a line? Foreshadowing. that’s my answer. They’re going to kill him. /j

I could also point out how far apart he stands from everyone but I’m also aware his animation budget is like $5 and half a pbj so I’m not looking too much into that, but here:

Season 5, Episode 16- Protection

This episode is the first After when I think things are going to happen, immediately following Intuition, and Luka is...very oddly not there.

It’s clear they had Every Intention of Luka being there when they planned this date, even including him in the comic, but he was replaced by Nino at last minute (Luka and Nino are the same person truthers really got a +1 on that line lol), which is...a choice but more on that never.

Luka was obviously abruptly replaced, which continues to lend to the idea that something in the immediate past (previous episode- oh! That’s Intuition!) and based on the leaked ideas I’ve stumbled across for episode 14, I really don’t think he’s in that one.

What gets to me in this scene is that, yes, they’re uncomfortable (with every right to be), put on display by their friends, but they look at each other right when they say his name. Like they know something happened. This scene adds more fuel to my ‘vague bad’ idea than straight up killing him (they wouldn’t), where likely, Ladybug and Chat Noir know More as to what happened (as well as Juleka, but she has no reason nor desire to speak up regarding her brother).

The Tweets

I, cannot for the life of me find the tweet that this is originally mentioned in (in my defense i did screen shot it and i have over 1200 images in my miraculous folder, but it might be in my screencap folder? we’ll never know). But I do have the Gloob post regarding it:

[translation: who was that phrase for? ‘Your heart has been broken, you will never use the power of second chance again’]

Oh, he’s never gonna use the power of second chance again, that’s for certain, but I do have reason to believe it’s not because they don’t get the miraculouses back (haven’t read the bible spoilers on that I’m just assuming that’s how it all ends), it’s rather that he doesn’t get to use them.

Luka has a lot of potential built up as being so important to the plot, with the ideas of the four being foils to each other (Kagami is getting plenty of screentime for this (in a good way)), but because he knows. I can’t fathom when this is going to play out, or why they would make him know unless something important comes from it. Then again, between seasons they could’ve just changed their mind about his role in the show (*cough* the Couffaine’s always *cough*).

Then again, they also could have them find out each others identities before Luka gets/wants to tell them and then it’s just a waste but. I’ll write another essay on that if it happens.

I keep saying ‘I can’t believe they’re going to kill Luka Couffaine’ to prepare myself that something Very Terrible is going/has happened to him, but I honestly don’t believe that Fully. The people I have discussed this with have all, for the most part, agreed they’re likely going to send him away at least until the end of the season, and with this idea there’s so many different reasons they could use. Go on tour with Jagged? Sure. Let him learn more about being a luthier? I could see that. Study abroad? I’m still confused as to what type of school he actually goes to but why not. Something involving Monarch based on that last idea? God I hope not, but it’s a reason.

also, since I began working on this, this was revealed:

Which is something I personally have been saying this whole time, but also Big Yikes, I’m just worried for my favorite blueberry. I hope he’s okay.

#let's go #luka couffaine #mlb theories #ml theories #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #mlb season 5 spoilers #ml season 5 spoilers #i just! love him! okay!#mlb intuition #viperion #listen when that was tweeted nearly cried #i've been looking out for him THIS WHOLE TIME

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Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe ch 7

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Girl Squad ii

Sorry, this one is coming to you later than expected, I've been feeling a little burnt out lately. Work has been super busy so updates probably won't be as frequent as they used to be, but I promise I'm not abandoning this fic! Thanks for your patience!

This chapter is a little longer than expected, but it includes a moment I think many of you have been waiting for!

Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe (AO3)

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That wasn’t right. Marinette wasn’t supposed to be at the park with Adrien.

She knew Marinette wasn’t supposed to be there because she was supposed to be trying the new Italian place with Luka. And she knew that because she was the one who had — off-handedly and with no ulterior motive, of course—mentioned that he had been wanting to try it since it opened. And she had been there when Luka got the text from Mari asking him to try it with her.

And obviously, she had been there to give him a knowing look when he grinned at his phone like the lovesick idiot he was.

So Marinette couldn’t be here. She had to be seeing things. Unless…

Alya.

She scanned the park in search of auburn hair. It didn’t take her long to spot her friend hiding behind some bushes with Nino.

She forced herself to take slow, deep breaths as she pulled out her phone, lest she end up throwing it.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: where are you?

Idiot 🎸: home

As suspected.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I thought you had a date tonight

Queen of Darkness 🦇: what happened?!

Idiot 🎸: 1- not a date

Idiot 🎸: 2- Alya said it was a bff emergency

Queen of Darkness 🦇: YOU DO REALIZE THATS CODE FOR AN ADRIEN PLOT RIGHT???!!!!

She didn’t know what would be worse, if he did know or if he was actually an idiot.

Idiot 🎸: yeah

Idiot 🎸: it doesnt matter

Of course, it mattered!

Idiot 🎸: it’s fine

No, it wasn’t!

Idiot 🎸: I don’t want to pressure her

She and her brother were going to have words.

***

“Ow!” He clutched his arm where she had smacked him, staring at her in shock. “What was that for?” She glared at him and pointed at their text conversation, still pulled up on her phone. “Ma! Jules just slapped me!”

“Tattletale,” she muttered.

Her mom didn’t look up from the guitar she was tuning. “Why’d ye slap him, lass?”

“He’s being an idiot about Marinette.”

“There’s a good lass-“

“Ma!”

She snorted in an effort to hold back her sniggers at Luka’s outcry. But she gave in quickly.

“Are ye bleeding or bruised, lad?”

“No,” he mumbled.

“Then yer fine-“

“But-“

“Are ye being stupid about Marinette?”

Luka’s face was growing redder by the second. It was kind of weird seeing him so flustered and worked up. But it figured he would get himself worked up over something that had to do with Marinette. “No!”

Her mom finally looked up from the guitar in her hands. Faster than she could blink, her mom had scooped up one of the throw pillows from the sofa and hurled it into Luka’s face.

“Ow!” Luka rubbed his nose, looking dumbfounded. “Ma? What was that for?”

Her mom got up from the sofa and started making her way towards the stairs. “Fer lying to yer mother and captain. Now ye two figure out what kind of take out we’re gettin.’”

Once they were alone, she rounded on Luka. Her grin was probably manic, but she didn’t care. “I told you so, idiot.”

“I’m not an idiot!”

“These texts say otherwise.” She settled herself into the armchair across the coffee table from him. “Now,” she said, “I think we should have a little talk-“

Luka bolted from his chair and was halfway to the stairs in the blink of an eye. “I’m good with whatever!” he called over his shoulder as he took the steps two at a time.

“Coward,” she mumbled to the empty room.

***

Fine. If Luka was going to be an idiot, then fine. She would just take matters into her own hands.

As per usual.

She sighed as she reread the text Alya had sent to the group chat- the one Alya had named Adrienette is Endgame. She had long stopped trying not to roll her eyes when she read that name.

As was becoming the pattern, it looked like it was all going to come down to her. Again.

***

“Ok,” Alya pointed at the flip chart on the wall above Mylene’s desk. “So the movie plan was a bust,” she glared pointedly at her. Were they still seriously hung up on that? That was weeks ago.

“I said I was sorry,” she mumbled. She had said it. She hadn’t meant it, but she had said it.

“I still don’t get how that happened. I mean, why didn’t she text any of us?”

Alya glared at Alix, but before she could say anything, Mylène piped up.

“I guess she lost track of time talking to Luka?”

“But that still doesn’t explain why she never texted us to ask where we were? And how did Luka even end up at the movie theatre?” Alix looked at her, waiting for an answer.

She shrugged. “I’m not his keeper. Guess he felt like watching a movie.” The others seemed to accept her answer, nodding their heads and making a variety of noises of agreement.

Alya cleared her throat and tapped the flip chart with the ruler she was holding. “It doesn’t matter; the cafe plan worked, and so did the amusement park and the picnic. And, I have another plan now. So here’s what I’m thinking; Mari has a whole bunch of new stuff to put up on her website, and she needs models. Including male models. So we convince her to use Kim as a model, and then we have him bail on her last minute, you too Juleka. Then when Nino shows up with…”

She listened with only half an ear. Enough so she would be able to think of ways to interfere with whatever harebrained scheme Alya had come up with this time. But not enough that thinking about the details would drive her crazy.

There was enough driving her crazy already.

And as if she would bail on Marinette. Especially when Marinette was giving her an opportunity to model for her.

“… And then Mari and Adrien will model the clothes together, and they’ll realize they were made for each other!”

Ugh. There was that phrase again- made for each other. The more she heard it, the more she hated it. And the more obvious it became that it was the furthest thing from the truth.

But at least with this plan, she wouldn’t have to meddle. At least, as much.

Marinette had already asked her to model all of the clothes, except for the male outfits. And as for who would model those…

She had a few suggestions. Well, only one.

But all Mari needed was one.

***

The plan was to have the photoshoot the next weekend. Well, that was Alya’s plan. Her plan was for the photoshoot to be this weekend.

And that meant she had work to do.

***

Thankfully, most of the pieces had already fallen into place. She knew she wouldn’t have to worry about Alya because she had spent the last two hours moaning about how she had to watch the twins for the entire weekend while Nora was away at a competition and her parents were spending the weekend in Prague.

And if Alya was busy babysitting… well, Nino would be with her. And Adrien was supposed to be out of town for the weekend for another photoshoot.

Which meant she only had to deal with Kim.

But Kim would be easy enough to handle; Ondine had told her the two had plans to go swimming Saturday afternoon, followed by dinner and a movie. So she just needed to think of a way to keep him busy in the morning.

***

Ms. Bustier had stepped out to do some photocopying, with the expectation they would all be quietly working on their worksheets while she was gone. Of course, she was completely mistaken; the moment she had rounded the corner of the hallway, everyone had burst out into conversation.

And that meant it was time to strike.

“Alix got those new skates the other week, right?” Her voice was quiet, but as always, Rose heard her.

And as always, Rose replied in a voice the whole class could hear. “Yeah! I was with her when she picked them up! She said they’re way faster than her old ones, and they look so cool! I helped her choose the laces to go in them!”

At the desk in front of them, she saw Kim perk his head in their direction at Rose’s mention of Alix’s new skates.

Hook.

She hummed, pretending to mull something over. “And doesn’t Kim get his new running shoes tomorrow?” She knew he was. It had been all he had talked about for the past week and a half. Apparently, the ones he had wanted had been on backorder, and the store had had to special order them for him.

Rose nodded excitedly. “He does! I think he was saying the insoles…”

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Kim turning in his seat to face them, looking ready to go on another tirade about how great his new shoes were going to be.

Line.

“…they’ll let him run even faster.”

“I wonder how a race between the two of them would go with their new equipment…”

She let her voice trail off as she saw the lightbulb go off for Kim out of the corner of her eye.

Sinker.

Kim jumped to his feet. “Hey, Alix!” everyone turned to look at him as he pointed at Alix. “It’s time for a rematch! Your new skates versus my new shoes!”

Alix cocked an eyebrow as she leaned back to prop her legs up on her desk. “Sure, name the time and place. I can beat you anytime.”

Usually, Kim’s lack of patience and rush to do things drove her up the wall. But right now, she was praying he would jump on the soonest opportunity.

“Saturday morning!”

Alix grinned. “Done.”

Perfect.

That had been even easier than she had thought it would be. So far, everything was going to plan. The only tricky part left was to rope Luka into the photoshoot without raising his suspicions.

***

Queen of Darkness 🦇: hey

Queen of Darkness 🦇: bit of a problem

Mari 🌸: Are u ok??!!

Queen of Darkness 🦇: yeah I’m fine

Queen of Darkness 🦇: but I was wondering if we could change the day of the photoshoot

Queen of Darkness 🦇: that makeup artist I love, you know, Camille Dubois? Well she’s doing online masterclasses every weekend for four weeks

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I really want to attend but the first one is the day we’re supposed to shoot the stuff for your insta

Queen of Darkness 🦇: but I know you want to get the pictures up soon and this is last minute but could we do the photoshoot tomorrow?

It wasn’t a lie; Camille Dubois really was giving online masterclasses. Alya had thought it would be the perfect excuse to have her bail on Marinette, which was why she had suggested that particular weekend for the photoshoot.

Coincidentally, the classes were the perfect excuse to make sure the photoshoot was held on a day Alya and Adrien couldn’t show up to the photoshoot.

Mari 🌸: Of course!!!

Queen of Darkness 🦇: great!! Thank u!! I’ll let Alya know

It wasn’t a lie. She would let Alya know. At the last minute… when it would be too late for Alya to pull some kind of plan together. Maybe even after the photoshoot was done. Just to be safe.

Mari 🌸: Great!!

Mari 🌸: I’m busy Sunday How about tomorrow?

Queen of Darkness 🦇: perfect

***

Mari 🌸: big problem!!!!

Mari 🌸: Kim is busy all of tomorrow!! And I forgot Alya is babysitting!!

Mari 🌸: I don’t have a male model or photographer!!

Mari 🌸: we could just shoot the stuff you’re wearing but that still doesn’t solve the photographer issue!!!! 😭😭😭

One of the great things about living on the Liberty was that it was the cool place to hang out. Especially according to Luka’s friends who all attended the same arts lycée as him. Including his friend Aimee, who happened to love photography. And who also happened to love teasing Luka.

So when Luka’s friends had last been over, and she had snuck a minute to talk with Aimee in private about Luka’s… situation, Aimee had been only too happy to jump on board.

Mari 🌸: I thought about asking Luka

Mari 🌸: but I don’t know if he’d want to…

That was… interesting. And not in the fun way. Where in the world would Marinette have gotten that idea? That could be problematic. She would need to figure out what that was about.

But it would have to wait.

For now.

For now, she had a derailed photoshoot to re-rail.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: no problem

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I know someone who can take pictures for us

Queen of Darkness 🦇: and I know someone who can model the menswear too

Mari 🌸: REALLY??!!

Mari 🌸: you’re the best!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

***

Queen of Darkness 🦇: hey

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I need a favour

Really, she was the one doing him a favour.

Queen of Darkness 🦇: tomorrow morning

Queen of Darkness 🦇: I know u don’t have plans

Queen of Darkness 🦇: so u can’t say no

Idiot 🎸: is it really a favour if I can’t say no? 🤔

Queen of Darkness 🦇: yes

Idiot 🎸: 😑🙄

Idiot 🎸: what do you need?

Queen of Darkness 🦇: you’re going to help me with a project

Queen of Darkness 🦇: we’ll be leaving for the location at 9

Queen of Darkness 🦇: so no sleeping in

Idiot 🎸: what kind of project is this??

***

“So just what kind of project is this?” Luka asked as they rounded the corner.

“An important one.”

“Ok,” he sighed. “But where are we going?”

“We’re almost there, don’t be such a baby.” Honestly, the walk was only ten minutes.

“I’m not being a baby. I just want to know what you’re getting me into…” he trailed off as they turned onto the street the bakery was on. He grabbed her arm, pulling her to a stop. “Jules, what’s going-“

“Luka! Juleka!” They both turned at the sound of their names being called. Aimee was waving at them from in front of the bakery. She had a camera bag around her neck, a tripod slung across her back, and two large duffle bags at her feet. “Great, I was worried I was too early.”

“Aimee? What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to take the pictures, silly.”

“Pictures? What pictures?”

“For the photoshoot, duh.”

“Photoshoot?” He rounded on her, staring hard at her. “Jules, what is going on?”

She smiled as innocently as she could. Over Luka’s shoulder, she could see Aimee cracking up. “Marinette needs to post photos of her new stuff for her insta and website. We’re going to model for her. Now come on, we don’t want to keep Marinette waiting. Do we?”

***

“I love your photos! They’re beautiful!” Marinette squealed as she flipped through Aimee’s Instagram. “You have an amazing eye!”

Aimee tossed her hair over her shoulder, smiling wide. “Thanks, I’m hoping to become a professional.”

“You definitely will! I wish I could pay you.”

“It’s no problem,” Aimee said, shooting a sly smile at her and Luka as Marinette continued to flip through the pictures. “Any friend of Luka’s is a friend of mine!”

She had to smother her snort in a fake cough to hide it. Luka’s face was bright red, and he looked like he was debating between murdering Aimee or fleeing the room.

“You know…” Marinette hummed thoughtfully, “my parents were thinking of starting an insta account for the bakery. Maybe you could work out a deal with them? None of us have anything on your photography skills. I had thought about asking Alya, but, well… it doesn’t matter.”

An awkward silence hung in the air. She exchanged looks with Aimee and Luka.

“Anyways!” Marinette scrambled as if realizing what she had just said. She tried to hide behind a front of cheeriness, but she could see the cracks in her facade. “I should start pinning those so they fit. Well, you are fit- I mean they fit but…”

Marinette gestured wildly to the clothes Luka was wearing. The garments were closer to Kim’s size than Luka’s, though not exact, as Mari had planned to pin them for a perfect fit. That way, she could sell the garments as is. Marinette had done the same with most of the garments she would be modeling. But it would take her longer to pin Luka’s to fit because of the size difference.

She hadn’t thought it was possible, but Luka’s face somehow turned even redder. Marinette’s face was quickly turning a brighter and brighter shade of pink as she rambled about how the clothes looked amazing on him and how fit he and the clothes were.

“You know, I think I might just pop down to the bakery to show your parents my photos and see what they think of me doing some work for them…” Aimee said.

“And I should go get changed,” she mumbled, reaching for the first set of clothes Marinette had hung up on the garment rack for her.

They smirked at each other as they made their way down out of Marinette’s room.

***

The outfits weren’t what she would usually go for—Marinette’s style was less Morticia Addams and more whimsical modern fairytale—but they were for her business. They were meant to showcase Marinette’s design style.

And the clothes were absolutely gorgeous.

There had been a floaty white dress with a full skirt and fluttery sleeves that had complimented the floral button-down shirt Luka had been wearing. There had been the fun sky blue lace wrap top paired with a matching skirt that coordinated with the white short-sleeve button-down and blue chinos Luka had worn for that shot. And the puff sleeve crop top and satin wrap skirt, which went well with the cotton sweater and jeans Luka was wearing.

It was all light and romantic with touches of whimsy in the polka dots and florals and lace. It was truly and unapologetically Marinette.

Which was nice to see.

The last few posts on her business Instagram had been commissions she had done for Jagged Stone. And while Marinette was rock n’roll under all her pink, it wasn’t her style.

But she had included a few pieces with a little… edge.

Mari had done one ensemble—her personal favourite— in black lace and amethyst; ‘as payment for you modeling everything- no! I made it specifically for you!’

She turned, posing in front of the mirror to admire the outfit from different angles. The bodice of the bustier top was a rich amethyst, with an overlay of black tulle embroidered with twisting vines and roses. The multi-puffed sleeves—Marinette said they were called mameluke sleeves— were made of the same tulle but left unlined. The high-waisted jeans were a lighter wash than she would personally wear, but they fit her perfectly, the way only custom-made jeans could, and Marinette had said she would dye them black for her once the photoshoot was done.

It had all the drama—and soon all the darkness—she loved, but it had the touches of Marinette romance in it. It made her feel beautiful and mysterious and powerful all at once.

It was pure magic the way Marinette could understand and help empower people through clothes. The same way Luka did with music.

“How’s everything fitting, Juleka?” Marinette’s voice carried from the other side of the door.

She threw open the door and beamed at her friend as she struck a pose. “I am never taking this off.” She announced.

Marinette glowed in a way she hadn’t at the last few photoshoots they had done, ones where the rest of the girl squad has been there for. And by extension, Adrien.

“You’ll have to if you want me to dye the jeans!” she chirped. “Come on, Luka and Aimee are waiting on the balcony.”

She was used to the impressive setup after having done so many shots. Aimee had not come to play when it came to taking pictures. Not only had she brought her camera and tripod, but she had also brought light reflectors to harness the soft, midmorning light.

None of the previous shoots they had done for Marinette’s Instagram had felt so… professional.

“You look great, Jules.”

She preened at Luka’s compliment, turning, ready to show off the front of her outfit. But she stopped dead when she saw him.

He was wearing jeans made from the same denim as hers, though she knew they had to be clipped at the back as Marinette had made them in Kim’s usual size. The blue and white dot henley shirt was familiar too—one of the benefits of being Marinette’s model was that she got sneak peeks of all the new pieces.

But she had never seen the jacket before.

And it fit Luka too perfectly to have been made for Kim to wear in the photoshoot.

It was a bomber jacket made from a supple-looking black leather with matte black zippers. It was cool and casual and oh so very Luka. It was easy to imagine him wearing it over his favourite hoodie and band t-shirts.

There was no way Marinette hadn’t made it specifically for him.

And, she couldn’t help but smile at the mental image; there was no way Adrien would ever be able to pull the look off.

***

They were just about done. They were modeling the last outfits—the one Mari had made for her and the one with the jacket she was sure Mari had made for Luka—and Aimee was happy with all the shots.

Which meant there was one thing left to do.

“You know Mari, you should post that outfit on your insta as well.” She gestured to the outfit Marinette was wearing. A satin wrap skirt, the same as the lilac one she had modeled earlier, only white with pink cherry blossoms, and a crop top made from the same fabric.

“But we already had the shots of you wearing these pieces. Besides, these were just the test garments-“

“But it would be good to show them in patterned fabric as well!” Aimee chimed in from where she was adjusting the settings on her camera. “That way, your clients can see how they look in solid versus patterned fabric.”

“I guess…” Marinette began to make her way to the back wall of the balcony, which they had been using as a backdrop for the last few pictures.

“Actually, what about if you posed by the railing, with all your roses. What do you think, Aimee?”

“The light for that angle is perfect right now. It’s going to look amazing!”

“Come on,” she took Marinette’s hand and coaxed her back towards the other end of the balcony. “You should pose with her, Luka.”

“But we already have shots of me in this outfit-“

“You’ll add contrast, right, Aimee?”

“Yeah, your edge with her sweetness will be the perfect juxtaposition to show off the clothes. Now help me adjust the reflectors, Jules.”

“You two will look great together,” she shot a wink to Aimee as she tilted the reflector to bounce the light onto Marinette and Luka. Marinette’s back was turned, but Luka saw the wink.

But the daggers he was glaring at her and Aimee melted as soon as Marinette turned back to smile at him.

“So here’s what I’m thinking for the pose, feel free to chime in, Aimee, but I think Luka should have his arm around her…”

***

One of these days, Alya’s head really was going to explode.

“I don’t understand it. I don’t understand it.”

“Understand what, Alya?”

“This!” Alya shoved her phone into their faces, her grip white from how tightly she was clutching it. Marinette’s business Instagram account was pulled up, and Alya had pulled up the most recent post.

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“Oh, those photos turned out so well! You look beautiful in them, Jules!”

“Thanks,” she murmured before pressing a kiss to Rose’s cheek.

“You really do look great in them,” Mylène said quietly.

“But I don’t understand how they happened when we were supposed to have the photoshoot this weekend!”

“I texted. Didn’t you get my message?” Of course, she hadn’t. Because she had accidentally sent it to her cousin Alfie, whose contact was directly listed under Alya in her phone. And who she had called and told not to acknowledge the text so she could make it look like it had been an accident.

“No!”

She pulled out her phone and pretended to search her messages for a few seconds. “Oops,” she mumbled as she put on her best apologetic face. She held up her phone to show Alya. “I sent it to my cousin; he’s terrible about checking his messages, so I guess I never realized when he didn’t text back.” She shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry.”

Alya looked like she was about to scream. “But that still doesn’t explain this!” Alya flicked to the last picture from the photoshoot.

Luka and Marinette were leaning back on the railing of her balcony side by side, with glimpses of the city skyline packing out from behind them. Luka’s head was tilted down towards Marinette, who was smiling up at him. One of her hands was curled around his arm, and the other was just starting to reach up. As if to run her fingers through her hair or cover the flush on her cheeks.

Aimee really was a wizard with a camera; the picture showed off the outfits beautifully, and everything about the image’s composition was perfect. But the best part was, it was a completely candid shot. At the time, neither of them had realized she and Aimee had finished adjusting all the reflectors, and Luka had told some corny joke.

Actually, the best part was that there was a photo of them smiling at each other like the love-sick fools they were.

She looked up from the picture to meet Alya’s scathing glare. She pursed her lips and crinkled her brows, the way she had practiced in the mirror, and shrugged. “It just did.”

Ruining another one of Alya’s Adrienette plans was a close second.

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