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[nerdypanda3126]

“possessive kiss to show the world they belong to each other’’ 💕

Hehehe I hope you guys didn't think I forgot about these 😁 thanks for the ask nony! Featuring viperbug because I love them 😁

Marinette twisted her ring around and around her left hand ring finger as she worried at her bottom lip with her teeth. She and Luka had only been married a day, but she'd thought maybe something would be different. That she'd look different somehow or feel different or… it should be obvious, right? Marriage should've changed her in some life-altering way, and yet… it was just another day.

Luka knocked on the door frame, then leaned into it and looked at her with the same expression he'd worn yesterday. For him, it was glaringly obvious. He didn't even need the glint of silver on his left hand; you could tell by looking at him that he was madly, hopelessly, irrevocably in love.

With her.

She blushed even as she thought it and Luka chuckled.

"You bring new meaning to the term 'blushing bride,'" he said, clearly amused.

"I just… was it right, do you think? To… run away like this? Get married on our own and come back and…" She twisted her ring again as she thought.

His easy smile twitched downward, but he moved to wrap her in his arms and rest his chin on her shoulder. "We'll still have the big wedding, Mari, I promise."

She put her hands over his and sank back into him. "That's not… exactly… what I'm worried about…" She caught his eye in the mirror and tapped her earrings. Luka nodded in understanding, then pressed a kiss behind her ear.

"We can do it together, if you want," he said. "Confront the press. It's not like we both don't have experience." He kissed a trail from behind her ear, down her jawline, and down her neck, then he worked on following the line of her shoulder, shifting the fabric of her shirt to get better access. She smiled despite her worries.

“That’s not really helping my motivation to go talk to anyone, you know.”

“So don’t,” he murmured. “Why do they have to know anything? For all they know, Ladybug is a 1,000 year old god with no… earthly desires.” At that he smirked against her skin and slipped her sleeve and her bra strap further down her shoulder. “And we’re technically on our honeymoon,” he reminded her.

She turned to wrap her arms around his waist and hugged him as tight as she could, burying her face in his shoulder. He shifted gears easily and let his hands fall respectfully to her hips.

“I just want it over with,” she muttered into his shirt. “I feel like I can’t enjoy this, being with you, until I know they’ll stop speculating and guessing and wondering and I want to stop hearing about how I’m obviously in love with Chat Noir every time I turn on the news and you’re sitting right next to me and we’re madly, happily in love and married now, and I know you’re not jealous, and I know it doesn’t bother you, but…” She nuzzled into him for good measure. “I belong to you,” she admitted softly. “And I want everyone else to know that, too.”

"Then I'm ready when you are, Mrs. Couffaine." He waited until she let go first, then smirked at her blush. His teal flash of magic was right behind her pink one, and they both left by using their balcony window.

It didn’t take long for the press to find them, or for the relentless questions to start. Why hasn’t Chat Noir been seen in a while? Why did Ladybug leave the city unprotected? Where had she gone? Was Viperion a permanent member of the team? Was she still in love with Chat Noir?

Viperion stood a little behind her, but kept his hand surreptitiously on the small of her back, lending her strength. She felt him tense the smallest amount at the last question, which strengthened her resolve. She took a deep breath.

“Chat Noir officially left the team about a month ago,” she started. “I am not, and have never been in love with him. He left of his own volition and I don’t expect to see him back anytime soon, although he’d be welcome if he did want to come back.”

There was a rush of questions and the circle around them pressed forward just enough to make her claustrophobic. She felt Viperion move and he was standing next to her now, twining his fingers with hers and squeezing her hand. Despite the pressure of the situation, she couldn’t help but smile.

“As for where I was, I’m happy to announce that I was getting married.”

There was a collective pause as what she’d said seemed to take everyone off guard. Then, one voice called out, “Married to who?”

“To the newest permanent member of the team,” Viperion answered beside her, and she didn’t even have to turn her head to know he was smirking at the shockwave that his statement caused. All eyes shifted to their hands, checking for rings which had unfortunately been hidden by their suits, and then over to Ladybug for her confirmation. She couldn’t help the blush that rose to her cheeks. There was only one way they’d believe them.

She turned to Viperion and curled her hand around his neck to pull him down. He followed her motion easily and covered her lips with his, smiling into the kiss. His arms wound around the small of her back, and she gasped as he lifted her off her feet easily. For a moment she forgot the press, forgot the suits, forgot the world and lost herself in kissing her husband, tangling her fingers in his hair, delighting in the way he seemed to be just as lost in kissing her.

It was only when a flash of a camera went off in her face that she remembered herself and slid down to touch her toes back to the ground, although she also didn't miss the way Viperion shifted to be a little more behind her to hide what his skin-tight suit definitely wouldn't. She shot a smirk back at the nearest camera person and wrapped her arm around Viperion's waist as she pulled her yoyo out and started twirling it.

"Now if you'll excuse us," she said, her teasing tone more directed at Luka than anyone else. She slipped her hand a little lower down his back to cup his ass and squeezed as surreptitiously as she could. Luka actually blushed under his mask, although the look he shot her told her she'd pay for it later. She bit back a giggle and finished her statement.

"We're on our honeymoon."

Send me a kiss!

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[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

What about Juleka vs. the Forces of the Universe💓

Ask me about my WIPs

I had a feeling someone would ask me about this one... 😅

If you haven't read it, here's the synopsis:

The course of true love never did run smooth… but when it concerns her brother and her friend, Juleka doesn’t care if the ride is bumpy or not. All that matters, as far as she’s concerned, is that they get there. 

And if it means going up against all the forces of the universe? Well, she’d better have a wicked best woman dress at their wedding.

I promise you updates are coming!! I've been in a real funk with my writing lately, and I just haven't liked a lot of what I've written the past few weeks. But I am in the process of revising the next chapter, and all of the remaining chapters have at least partial drafts written! In the meantime, here's little sneak peek at what's to come (I don't think i've posted this part on tumblr yet)

She had meant to follow Marinette. After two akumas in one day —and Hearthunter had been nasty, but of course it had been, it was the Bourgeois —to say nothing of the total disaster Alya’s scheming had caused… she had figured Marinette wouldn’t want to be alone. But she had only turned her back for a minute! Just to make sure no one would see her sneaking off. But when she had turned around, Marinette was gone. 

She had meant to follow Luka. She she had seen him pedalling his bike like his life depended on it, and she had had a feeling he would lead her straight to Marinette. 

She really hadn’t meant to intrude on such an intimate and vulnerable moment. 

But from the side street she had been hiding in, she had seen the wasps before Luka and Marinette. And in a Hawkmoth infested Paris—she didn’t care if it technically wasn’t an infestation if there was only one—she had learned to be wary of anything even remotely outside the ordinary. 

And swarms of glowing yellow wasps definitely counted as outside the ordinary. 

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[verfound]

🌹

That was around when Juleka had realized they were probably soulmates, because no one could be just as stupid as her idiot brother and not be his soulmate, if Rose was right and soulmates were real.

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[nerdypanda3126]

“a kiss between enemies who should be fighting”💗

Y'all are starting to turn me to enemies to lovers 👀 thanks for the ask nony 😊

(huge thanks to the LBSC crew for helping me get this one off the ground!)

Ladybug shrieked and threw her yoyo on the ground as hard as she could in absolute frustration as she glared after Viperion's retreating silhouette. 

Yet again, he'd beat her to the punch. It was always the same. She'd arrive on scene, ready to capture the akuma and purify it, only to find Viperion already collecting the purple butterfly. He'd flash her a knowing grin, then disappear, leaving her to deal with the akuma victim and unable to follow him. 

Not this time. 

She bent to pick up her abandoned yoyo and tossed an apology over her shoulder to the victim, claiming that her time was running short. 

Obviously it wasn't because she'd had no chance or reason to use her power. 

Instead she followed Viperion's retreating shadow, hanging back just enough to not tip him off. 

When he stopped on a rooftop to consider the Parisian skyline, she slipped into the shadows, intending to observe him and wait for an opening. 

"You might as well come out and talk, Ladybug," he said, turning to smile in her general direction. "I've been meaning to catch up with you." 

Cautiously, she stepped out of her hiding place, which only made his smile widen. She frowned back at him as fiercely as she knew how. "Why are you taking the akumas?" she blurted out. He chuckled. 

"That's what I like about you," he said easily, "you're always so straight to business." 

"You don't know anything about me," she spat back. 

He tapped his wrist. The Snake Miraculous. She'd only been able to read about it because it'd been lost like the butterfly and peacock but… why did he have it? And more importantly—how had he been using it? 

"I know a lot about you, Marinette." 

She sucked in a breath at his casual use of her name, but it didn't seem to bother him at all. When she didn't say anything more, he sighed wearily. 

"I need them," he said, answering her original question, but apparently that was the only explanation he was willing to offer. She went to open her mouth to retort, but he sighed again and sat on the edge of the rooftop with an air of gravity. “And now you’ll ask what I could possibly need them for, and I’ll explain, and it won’t matter because you never see reason.” 

“...We’ve never talked before tonight.” 

She blinked at him stupidly. He was… different than she expected. He wasn’t gloating or fighting her or demanding a ransom or asking anything of her, really. Her brow furrowed as she studied him. He had shaggy black hair tipped in teal that fell into his eyes. His suit looked as protective as hers, although it was a dark teal that blended in a little too well with the night sky. The black pauldrons on his shoulders and reinforced scales that ran down his chest, stomach, forearms, and calves and linked down his spine made it look like he was ready for battle. Suddenly her skintight suit felt like pajamas. She crossed her arms over her chest self-consciously. 

“You always say that,” he said gently, then turned to her and patted the spot next to him. She hedged. 

“You’ve used your power on me,” she realized aloud, gripping her elbows tighter as an uncomfortable sensation clenched at her heart and a shiver raced down her spine. “Your Second Chance. That’s why I don’t remember.” 

He chuckled and tapped his wrist again. This time she realized the snake’s head was ticking quietly, counting down the time until his reset was permanent. She looked away in embarrassment. What he was saying was true, then. They had talked before. He did know her.

“I keep trying,” he said, although his voice was somber. “But you’re… stubborn.” His lips quirked into a smile like it was endearing to him. 

He flipped his lyre open and released the purple akuma. It flapped its wings to get momentum and started away in a purposeful direction. Viperion nodded at it pointedly. 

“Go ahead, then,” he said like he knew exactly what she’d do. Which, she realized with another shiver, he probably did. She zipped it into her yoyo and purified it half-heartedly. When the white butterfly flew free, she watched after it with a frown on her face. 

“Why, if I need the akumas, would I give that one away?” he asked, echoing her unvoiced thought. When she looked back at him, he shrugged. “Call it a good faith payment.” 

Again, he patted the seat next to him and this time she took it hesitantly, leaving a hand’s breadth of space between them. 

“I’m not going to try to convince you again,” he started after a moment. He checked his wrist and she realized he was running out of time. “I just want to say that I’m on your side. It may not seem like it, but…” He ran a hand through his hair and ruffled it as he blew out a breath. “What I do, it is necessary.”

“People have been reakumatized because of you,” she answered him, letting her anger infect her tone. He dropped his hand to his lap and laced his fingers together in a show of penitence. 

“Yeah, I know. My sister included,” he said to his hands. He checked his wrist again subtly. She wondered how much of a time limit he had. If it was five minutes like her power, then he really was running short. “I wouldn’t be doing this—to her, to anyone—if I didn’t think I had to.” 

“Why don’t you work with me, then, instead of against me?” 

“I’m not against you. We’re working towards the same goal.” 

“When you steal the akumas, I can’t purify them,” she said, her brow furrowing as she tried to understand. “And if I can’t purify them, then—” 

“I told you that you never see reason.” He smirked sideways at her. “I want you to join me, you want me to join you. It’s always the same.” 

“It’s not reason, Viperion, it’s—” 

She cut off in a strangled “mmph” as he leaned over and claimed her lips with his, hard and quick. She was too stunned to push him off, but he pulled away before she could anyways. 

“Luka,” he whispered into her mouth. “My name is Luka.” 

She hissed in a breath of recognition and he stroked her cheekbone with his thumb. “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do that,” he murmured. When his eyes opened to meet hers, they were the same dark, stormy teal as his suit, but she saw the bright blue of the boy she knew as Juleka’s brother.  

He stood, then, and looked down at her with a sad sort of smile on his face. 

“I’m sorry,” he said, and as she opened her mouth and reached out to ask him to wait, he flicked the snake’s head on his bracelet and called for his Second Chance power. 

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Ladybug shrieked and threw her yoyo on the ground as hard as she could in absolute frustration as she glared after Viperion's retreating silhouette.

Send me a kiss! 

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[nerdypanda3126]

“a kiss to make up for an argument”

Thanks for the ask nony 😁 There was a lot more I wanted to go into here but I didn’t have the emotional well to draw from, so fair warning it’s definitely not as fleshed out as it could’ve been 😅 hope you like it though! 

Luka heard Marinette come in the door, but kept his back turned and his eyes on the blank paper in front of him. She dropped her keys in the bowl, kicked off her shoes, and sighed as she went into the kitchen without acknowledging him either. 

They’d been at an impasse like this for an entire day and he hated it. 

All he wanted to do was scoop her up and kiss her senseless and tell her how much he missed her, but he knew she needed space to think after the events of last night. 

He’d come home and there were kwamis everywhere, swarming their new apartment. They’d apparently been sworn to secrecy, but he and Marinette had just left for dinner and a movie, so they were using the time to explore the space. He’d only come back for his headphones and walked in on… chaos.  

Marinette had followed him after a while, wondering what was taking him so long, and she’d hurried to explain, to lie, and he’d only told her that she didn’t have to. That he’d known for a while that she was Ladybug and it wasn’t a big deal. 

One thing led to another after that and now they hadn’t spoken in twelve hours. 

His pen twirled through his fingers uselessly. He didn’t have any hopes of getting anything done. Not with his muse so close and yet so far. While he was brooding, he missed the sound of Marinette’s light step coming up behind him. 

Her arms encircled his shoulders from behind and she leaned into him, inhaling deeply as she nuzzled into his neck. Something in his chest unclenched and warmed at the touch. Instinctively, he reached up to squeeze her arm. 

“I hate this,” she said, muffled by his skin, “we’ve never fought like this before.” 

“I know.” He rubbed at her arm in sympathy. “I hate it, too.” He turned in her arms to face her and she instantly settled onto his lap, keeping her arms around his neck. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you,” he started, but it only made her frown deepen. 

“I know why you didn’t. It’s just…” She huffed in the general direction of their bedroom where the kwamis were in time out. “I hate the way I found out.” 

“I figured you’d tell me,” he said gently, rubbing her back. “When you were ready, you know?”

She worried at her lip before her eyes came back to meet his. “I should’ve,” she admitted. “A long time ago. It's just that it became… habit? I guess? And if it meant you were protected, then…" 

She half-shrugged, worrying at her lip again like she wanted to kiss him but didn't know if she should. 

He pressed a kiss to her shoulder and squeezed her to him, tightly, doing his best to remind her that he was there for her. No matter what. 

And he always would be. 

Send me a kiss!

#lukanette #kiss ask #anonymous7369

[nerdypanda3126]

What about Vipernette Moment💗

I answered this one here too, but I do have a little more of it 😁

Still, he could afford one or two more moments if it meant memorizing the way Marinette's lips curved into a smile as she slept and the way her arm had curled instinctively around their unborn child. He wanted to remember every dark rivulet of hair spilled across their pillows like ink and the way her weight settled into the mattress like she'd always slept there. 

And the way the ring on her left hand caught the scant light from the other room and glinted at him for the briefest moment.

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[goldenlaurelleaveswrites]

100 Follower Celebration Round Up

Thank you so much to everyone who has joined me in this little corner of the internet!! Your support honestly means so much! And thank you to all the wonderful people who submitted a prompt! 

Randomly texting a gif or emoji & Making flower crowns and weaving flowers into one another’s hair for @verfound

Taking a picture of them smiling or in their element for @nerdypanda3126

Royalty AU, What are you staring at? & Teasing each other good-naturedly for @anonymous7369

Soothing kisses for @quickspinner

What are you staring at? for @chrwrites

Embracing them from behind for @airi-p4

Taking a picture of them smiling or in their element & A hushed conversation between kisses for @mintaka14

Life-or-death kisses & Making flower crowns and weaving flowers into one another’s hair for @livrever

A passionate kiss in a rainstorm for @sassyduckqueen

Washing the other’s hair for Anonymous 

Kissing each other breathless for @blueberry-macaron

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[nerdypanda3126]

“a possessive kiss to remind the other who they belong to”💗

Thanks so much for the ask! 💖

Luka's grin was becoming a little forced as he signed yet another autograph for yet another blushing fangirl and flashed the sapphire embedded in his wedding band in the same movement. The poor girl in front of him hadn’t done anything wrong—no one had, really, which he was thankful for—he was honestly just… tired. 

He and Marinette had been married three months now and aside from the week they took for their honeymoon, he'd barely had any time with her. And every autograph, every headshot thrust at him, every hopeful smile and batted eyelash made him miss her more. 

From outside the small circle that had formed around him, he heard a welcome and familiar voice call, "Hey, Rockstar." 

It took all of his willpower not to look up before finishing his signature, and then the smile he gave the girl was too wide and too warm—meant for Marinette. 

When he was finally able to look around for her, she’d made her way through the circle of his fans to stride straight towards him. Before he could even get out a word of welcome, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. 

He couldn’t help grinning against her lips. God, he’d missed her. And it gave him an odd sense of pride to know she’d felt the need to claim him as hers in front of everyone. 

As he leaned into her and tangled his fingers in her hair, the gem setting of his ring snagged on the loose strands. Her matching ring glinted back at the cameras all around them. 

He was hers, and she was his. 

Send me a kiss!

#lukanette #kiss ask #anonymous7369

[nerdypanda3126]

Congratulations on 250!💓

Can i ask for 7 and lukanette

Thank you so much for the congrats and the prompt! 😊 I am so very sorry, but this prompt apparently pushed an angst button I wasn't aware of 👀 I so hope you like it!

7. Guiding them with a hand on the small of their back

Never in her life did Marinette think one place could be so crowded. It hadn’t even been an hour after Hawkmoth’s defeat and the streets of Paris were flooded with celebrations, with ear-drum shattering noise, with debris and confetti, and most of all with people.

She thought she could handle this. She did. But even through the joyous shouts that surrounded her, all she could hear was the silence of her partner—of Adrien—after their battle. After his own father was lying, still as the grave, in front of their feet after Chat Noir’s Cataclysm. Chat hadn’t said a word; he just wiggled the black cat Miraculous off his hand, pressed it into hers without looking, and disappeared.

Luka’s hand fell on the small of her back, snapping her back to the present. He’d leaned down to say something in her ear, but whatever it was hadn’t registered. He gave her an understanding smile, but kept his hand on her back and pressed, guiding her gently out of the thick of the crowd.

As he steered her away, the noise started to fade and the silence started weighing on her instead. Luka rubbed her back, a silent reassurance that he was still there with her. Before she’d realized it, they were back on the Liberty, tucked into the boat’s interior, far away from everything and everyone. He helped her sit on the couch as his arm curled around her like a protective barrier against the world.

And she told him everything.

This was written for my 250 for 250 Celebration!

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[nerdypanda3126]

🌹🌹

"Trust me," he said, smiling, and she obliged him.

As soon as her eyes were closed, she heard him say, "Sass, scales rest," and she clapped her hand over her eyes for good measure.

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