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#cursed

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#Sass looks so cute here<3 #luka couffaine #sass #ml fanart

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thanks for tagging me rierse!

Now who should I tag uuuuuuuhhhhh @writer-rider-flirty-thirties @goldenlaurelleaveswrites @fragileizy @airi-p4 @trixxiephantomhive @omnoramayday @hamsteriffic

Tag game!!!

Do this quiz

And this picrew

And tag people(obviously)

@anartistwithamask @gummy-axolotl @shadowthegay @auseryoumayknow @copper-ichor @moonysfavoritetoast @alexthescaredenby @invaderxeya @fungal-boy-witch-yay @artists-void @hazbin-hotel-lucifer-simp @ka1-the-pr0ot @theautumnalcat

#tag game

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Maybe I focus too much on his pain and sorrow. But I can’t help it.

#poor bby :( #luka couffaine #ml fanart

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🎸⚡️

#LUKAAAAAAA #he looks so good!! #luka couffaine #ml fanart

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Aged up Marinette. The gown with her signature flower embroidery and black piping. I came across few screenshots, I wonder where the image came from, or if it’s official, but tried it my style anyway... Would’ve liked couple more layers of tiered frill in her skirt, but not enough space on paper. A corsage tied to wrist with a ribbon could be an option, I forgot what episode it was but it was in her sketchbook of wedding gown design somewhere…

#marinette dupain cheng #ml fanart

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‘aight, mate, we’re done! Looking like a proper little punk now, eh?

#awwwww #atsv #hobie brown #mayday parker

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i’m lmfao at this shit

#CHEMOMMY HELP #this is the the most homophobic thing against straight people ever #(apparently this page is fake and not in fact in the book) #(it's still hilarious tho) #booktok

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Aged up Luka. Formal three-piece, I prefer the vest double-breasted and shirt pin-tucked at front, no tie.

#luka couffaine #ml fanart

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thinking about summer evenings and dinner dates

also trying new ways of rendering...

#beautiful<3 #lukanette #pro lukamari #marinette dupain cheng #luka couffaine #ml fanart

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In Your Dreams

Chapter 2: Flight of the Unwilling Prince- Luka

Summary: Luka flees from his home in Scotland when his birthright threatens to overwhelm him. Notes: I wanted to share the song that catapulted a little idea I had into its current fae-riddled obsession. Feel free to listen to In My Dreams by Ruth B. if you like. All my thanks to @blueberry-macaron for beta reading! I really appreciate your help and enthusiasm. Oh- and chapter lengths are likely to vary wildly. Enjoy!

Luka had no intention of becoming king. So when his father had shown up out of the blue—to heap the unwanted responsibility on his bastard son—Luka had taken his mother’s suggestion and fled. Some battles were better won simply by not engaging. His sister and mother would follow once he found a place to settle and sent word. It wasn’t that he was truly opposed to leading their people—he cared for them—but he had not been raised or trained to do so. King Jareth Stone had been wild in his youth and wasn’t much less so now. And though he took financial and educational care of his illegitimate children- Luka, along with his Mother and sister, had been largely left to their own devices. The King had always said he planned to marry and produce an official heir eventually. Only he hadn’t. And he had decided on a whim or perhaps by the impatience of his supporters, that Luka should shoulder the whole affair. 

There was more than Luka’s lack of political education that made him a poor choice for the crown. There was his music. Music spoke to him in a way that was considered… unnatural. In fact, he found his understanding for most people in the music he could hear from their hearts or souls. While an empathetic ruler might sound like a good thing, Luka was reasonably sure that the cacophony that would assault him in such a position would drive him mad.

Weary and tired of traveling, Luka looked ahead, hoping to see a place to stop- perhaps even to stay. He spotted a hazy sort of disturbance on the horizon at the edge of a wood and led his mount towards the shimmering sky. Thin plumes of smoke had led him to one of the smallest villages he’d ever set foot in. The quaint French village lay some ways between the border of Scotland and the city of Paris. The people here looked as if they knew how to celebrate. The smoke that had drawn his attention was coming from several fires around the village square. He counted the days in his head, he’d packed swiftly and traveled as quickly as he dared, skirting past larger towns to avoid detection. Most nights he had spent under the stars, wrapped in his tartan and resting against the warm back of his steed. He had dared to stay in an inn yesterday for a good rest and a much-needed bath. Still, he must have been on the move for longer than a fortnight—likely the Festival of Beltane—or whatever it was called here in France.

Men and women alike were dressed in bright colors, with crowns of flowers on their heads or pinned to their clothes. It seemed a good place to stop and stay a while. Luka wandered through the square, he purchased a loaf of bread that put the best Scotland had to offer to shame. He tore into the soft loaf with happy abandon, in part simply glad to no longer be astride. He took the time to find lodging for himself and stables for Apollo. Depending on what the morrow brought, he could look for something more permanent, but this way, when the town revelry ended and he needed a place to rest his head, he would have accommodations. With his meager belongings stowed and dressed in clothes befitting the region (it felt odd to be without his tartan), he set out to explore.

Lively music echoed around the stone buildings and he drifted toward the sound. His fingers twitched for his clarsach, but he would be without that until Ma and Juleka joined him. He purchased a small plate of cheese and dried fruits and couldn’t help but admire the plate made from woven grasses. The townsfolk were wandering about with their own grass plates- no one was held in one place to return dishes. Finding a spare bit of shade under a large oak tree, Luka sat where the music could wash over him while he enjoyed his light meal. He enjoyed watching the populace as they mingled and danced. There was some sort of competition between the men, but it was too far away for him to understand the goal. The heart songs of most of these people were colored with joy for the day. Feeling satisfied and comfortable, Luka drifted off to sleep against the sturdy tree.

The sun was low on the horizon, bathing the town in a rosy golden glow when Luka’s eyes opened. The music told a tale of a slow awakening and the promise of light and life. Carefully taking in the change in scenery, Luka smiled when he spotted the women and girls dancing around a pole, ribbons clutched in one hand. Beltane had such lovely traditions and this little village had lovely maidens. One little girl was toddling on unsteady legs against the flow of the rest of the dancers. He assumed it was her first year, the rest of the ladies were careful not to cause her to stumble. Four of the girls stood out, possibly some of the eldest. Their movements were perfectly coordinated with one another- the girls were clearly accustomed to dancing together. They incorporated extra flair into their steps and their hands met in a clap whenever they passed one another. 

It wasn’t long before he caught himself watching the same girl while she danced. Her heart had a joyful melody that stood out even in the crowd of happy celebrants. Luka found that he wanted to know her, to bask in that song and her joyful smile. 

Pink and white flowers danced on dark hair. A smile danced below shining blue eyes. Like a moth to a flame, Luka drifted closer- captivated by the dancer as she spun and dipped in time to the music. 

Once the Maypole was shrouded in its ribbons the girls scattered, laughing and shouting as they went, and Luka nearly lost sight of the ebony-haired beauty. A quick look around revealed that she was still with her friends. They danced as gleefully without the Maypole as they had done with it- though there was a sense of wild abandon and their steps were less practiced. Two of the girls disappeared to dance with eager young men and Luka stepped ever closer to the remaining two. 

Would the raven-haired girl dance with him if he asked?

Prologue

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In Your Dreams

Summary:

When a vindictive witch traps Marinette in an enchanted sleep, she finds herself alone in a strange dreamworld. Her curse takes a turn for the better when a boy she met once upon a time stumbles into her dream landscape. Together they work to find a way to shatter the curse and set Marinette free. Sleeping Beauty, A Midsummer Night's Dream, and Lukanette all collide to create a magical world bursting with romance, loss, and faerie shenanigans. Special thanks to Liv for beta reading for me!

Notes:

Bluebells signify humility and kindness, but to hear the bells ring is an ill omen that usually signifies a quick death, for they are the faeries' domain. Take care when you enter an enchanted wood The fair folk roam and the trees have eyes Watch! Flowers tell of a spell- look for the ring as ye should The truth stays hidden, though you'll be told no lies

Prologue: This is a Faerie Story

Spring

Lila slunk through the vibrant blue flowers, closing in on her prey. She would catch the foxy orange sprite and make a trade. Fae folk were notorious for making deals. Her goals in this world were greater than the life she had been born into, and she wasn’t going to let something so trite as the wretched circumstances of her birth thwart her. There was magic in this world, and if she was as clever as she thought she was, it was hers for the taking. 

With a deep breath, Lila stood straight, right in the center of the bluebells, when she heard the faintest tinkle of a bell. The sprite she'd been following turned towards her and grinned, its teeth sharper and more wicked-looking than Lila had first supposed. The sound of the bell played in her mind and made her feel momentarily uneasy. She shook off her apprehension and stood straight and tall, facing the fox-like sprite. “I have come to strike a bargain.”

Trixx’s eyes gleamed but she stayed her hand. The bell had been wrung, but the hour was up to her. The rules were a little fuzzy on the matter of timing, so she smiled wickedly at the intruder and decided that it was high time that she had a little fun. Let Tikki play nice with the humans, Trixx just wanted to play , and her instincts told her that this was what she needed to finally win that bet.

Lila felt a thrill of triumph when the faerie looked at her and tilted her head winsomely, “What did you have in mind?” 

This was her chance. She would change her life. 

Game on, human.  

Autumn

Wayzz grumbled as he burrowed into the leafy nest he’d created. All he wanted was a peaceful existence in which to spend his immortal life. A ray of sunshine to warm his shell.

And yet.

Trixx was skirting the rules with her shenanigans- and he had a feeling that he would have to intervene before it was over. Time might not be able to touch them , but she was interfering with humans again. 

Meddling fox. Whatever happened, he wasn’t going to think about it until the sun warmed the pond. These sorts of things should never be rushed. Which was fine by him.

Winter

Tikki wove her way through the crowd, watching the swirling tendrils of magic as they coursed through the small throng of people. There was nothing like old traditions to incite enthusiasm in the old magics. A village full of candle-bearing townsfolk was bursting at the seams with tradition this bright Noël night and Tikki delighted in the crackle of magic as it thrummed under her skin. 

Rosay might never become much of a city situated so close to a faerie wood as it was, but that was exactly why Tikki liked to visit. Outside the notice of kings and queens, Rosay was a vibrant little hovel that housed some of the more creative humans she’d had the chance to meet. 

Tikki watched as the colorful ribbons of magic bent and explored, splitting off and coming back together in ever-shifting patterns. They were curious and playful and she took note when they seemed to converge on a young woman. The pink strands of Creation seemed delighted by her, but there were odd silvery blue threads that curled and twisted around her protectively as well. She couldn’t understand Chance’s intervention- until she spotted the disjointed little spikes of orange Chaos that seemed to poke and prod at the girl. Every spike riled up the blue and it sparked and crackled until the orange slunk out of sight. 

The pink magic tugged at the girl’s scarlet cloak, causing it to billow out, and Tikki understood why Creation couldn’t leave her alone. The garment hidden below the festive cloak was some of the best handiwork she’d ever seen- and it didn’t have a stitch of magic in it. The gown was pale green, and its design was simple enough- perfectly suited to the peasant who wore it. The bodice was a different story- or maybe a dramatic retelling of the original. It was a crisp white material, covered in delicate embroidery depicting holly leaves in many shades of green and berries that ranged from pale pink to deep burgundy. Tikki was riveted. This child would be hers. She looked at the face of the girl and smiled in recognition. It was almost as if she could predict the future. Creation was her domain after all.

Spring

Sass tasted the air with a flick of his tongue. His winter brumation had been peaceful, but the forest had not been idle while he slept. He didn’t need to sleep of course. But he enjoyed the habits of his chosen form- and there were many benefits to avoiding the rest of his ilk during the cold months. He stretched, growing several feet longer in the process, and grinned. 

So many chances had been taken and were yet to come to fruition. He didn’t usually spend time close to town—humans were as easily spooked as horses after all—but he liked the lingering flavors of time and choices on the wind. Staying on the edge of the woods might be a chance worth taking. What was that human saying? Something about killing two creatures with one stone. Maybe he could overturn the right rock.

Sliding out from his favorite ledge, he found a delightful expanse of sun to curl up in. There were far more flowers blooming this early than usual. He tasted the air again. It was sweet but cut with a cloying tang of decay. Tikki had not slept her winter away. The heartbeat of Creation beat just a little too hard. The cloying tang teased his senses- Trixx was taking her sweet time finishing up her loose ends. He had a feeling that it was going to be an interesting summer. 

Next Chapter

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WIP Wednesday: 04.24.2024

So. So. About that Six Sentence Sunday...

Before you click the cut, I need y'all to remember two things: 1) I've already shared the first scene of Ch1. Y'all know who the real soulmates are. 2) It is always Lukanette Endgame 'round these parts. You guys trust me, right? Even when my Irish flares up? 😇 (...er. My Joss flares up?)

That being said...

“Excuse…oh my gosh, Luka???”

He looked up at the voice, his eyebrows furrowing as he tried to place the voice. There was something familiar about it he couldn’t quite grasp, and when he partially closed his locker door to get a better look at the girl who had spoken seeing her didn’t help. She was pretty, sure, if you liked the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, preppy look. She also had a familiar face, but again that last degree of connection escaped him. Her eyes were wide and sparkling as she stared at him, though, and her hands were clasped over her chest. Her mouth had also dropped open.

“Oh my gosh, it is you!” she gasped, her mouth curling into a pearly-toothed smile. It was a celebrity smile, one he recognized all too well. One he was seeing more and more of his classmates settle into the longer they studied at the prestigious Saint-Saëns. “I didn’t realize you applied here!”

“Do…I know you?” he asked, his brow furrowing as he searched for a connection — any connection — to the girl in the blue dress beside him. Her smile slipped a…lot, actually. Her entire presence seemed to deflate with his question.

“…no, I suppose you wouldn’t,” she said, her voice soft and sad. “We went to Dupont together. Different homerooms, but we had some classes together. I…kind of had a huge crush on you. Actually…”

She looked around the locker room nervously before leaning in. She glanced up at him with hopeful eyes that had him instinctively leaning back.

“Can we talk? Alone?” she whispered.

“Uh…” he started, but then her smile was back and she was grabbing his arm.

“Great!” she said, and the next thing he knew she had hauled him out of the locker room, down the hall, and into one of the empty practice rooms. She turned back to him with another wide, toothy smile, and the next thing he knew she was sticking her arm out at him. “I’ve been dying to show you this for ages.”

Dark blue words — a dark blue word, one single, solitary word — was stamped across her otherwise bare forearm.

Here.

And he’d thought his words were nondescript…

The longer he stood there, staring at her arm, the more her smile fell.

“You…don’t remember, do you?” she asked.  He looked up in shock, his eyebrows lifting, and she sighed as she brought her arm back to herself.  “It was…it was your first day at school.  Mlle. Mendeleieev handed out those worksheets, and you turned to pass the stack to me, and you said…”

“…here,” he whispered, and her eyes closed as a shiver raced through her.  She nodded, a warm smile on her face.

“And I said thank you,” she said, and he wasn’t sure if that same blissful euphoria — the acknowledgment of it’s you, finally — also washed through him or if that chill was just shock.  “I didn’t notice it at first.  I was auditioning for the weather girl competition back then, so I was in costume all the time.  I wore my raincoat everywhere, since not all of our teachers let me carry the umbrella indoors.  So I didn’t notice it at first, and then I wasn’t sure, but…I know it’s you, Luka.”

“…h-how?” he asked, like an idiot, but really.  How had she known for so long and said…nothing?  How could she be so sure?

“I just…I felt so drawn to you, and that moment is so clear in my memory,” she sighed.

It wasn’t in his.

He barely remembered the girl who had been sitting behind him, or the words muttered to each other.  Not like he had always so clearly remembered other aspects of that day, like libraries and books and a deeper set of blue eyes and…

…but she knew his words.

Nobody knew his words.

Well…nobody except his sister.  And Rose.  And his parents.  And Marinette.

He didn’t make a habit of advertising them.

“So…you’re saying we’re…” he started, his mouth suddenly dry.  She took his hand, but there were no sparks racing up his arm.  No calm reassurance that yes, it’s you, I’ve found you, finally.  Shouldn’t he be feeling…something?

He just felt numb.

“Soulmates,” she sighed dreamily.  He felt himself nod.

“Ok.  Cool.  You’re my soulmate, er…” he looked up, frowning, and she giggled as she flashed another one of those screen-ready smiles at him.

“Aurore,” she said, holding her hand out by his face, like she expected him to kiss it or something.  He took her fingers in his hand and brought it down to shake, nodding.  Her smile slipped at that.

“Right,” he said.  “Aurore.”

#oh my god??? #I didn‘t see that coming at all😂 #looking forward to more👀 #ver fic #luka x aurore #lurore #I guess??? #Luka couffaine #lukanette #ml fanfic

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#THE GERMAN LADY SENDS ME😭😭

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ohshc is the funniest found family of all time because it's really a bunch of wealthy teens + one non-wealthy teen running a host club out of their school's music room for the following reasons:

a hopeless romantic who really does want to make the girls who come to the club happy, but is also completely fucking oblivious to his own romantic feelings

a guy who is literally only in it for the money and the networking

a set of twins who are in it for the lolz (and to find someone who appreciates them as individuals)

a former karate champion who's there because he gets free cake

a guy who never talks and is only here to hang out with the karate champion

a girl who's there because of indentured servitude and everyone likes her in a way that makes them queer.

oh and also there's a random girl who does not go to their school but declared herself their manager and lives under the floorboards

and their nextdoor neighbor is an occultist who's allergic to the sun and carries a cat puppet

KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

#ohshc

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#cockblocks get crushed #pokemon

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#a cutie😭❤️❤️ #nick nelson #kit connor #heartstopper