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strawberry-fields-things · 3 years

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— still into you

pairing: luka couffaine x fem!singer!reader

SUMMARY… With the Music Festival coming up, tension rises as Y/N’s ex tries to came a comeback. The only problem? Luka’s not having it.

WORD COUNT… 2k

NOTES… Based on this trend I saw on tiktok. Also let this be evidence that I cannot physically write a blurb to save my life 🤠

“Hey, you okay?”

Indistinct chatter echoes in the background as you sat down at the edge of the stage. It’ll only be a few hours till you get on stage, meaning you have to wrap up your soundcheck before the festival starts. Today’s a big night — all of you know that. For once, there’s gonna be record execs watching to find their next star band — and who knows? With a little luck, it could be Kitty Section. As for you... you’re not an official member of the band — no matter how many times Juleka and Luka insisted you should be — but you agreed to help them after Rose lost her voice during last practice, giving you the perfect chance to present new song you’d been working on.

You should be buzzing with excitement. Why aren’t you excited?

You’ve been fidgety during the whole sound check, glancing at the few members of the tech crew that walk around the place, missing lines and beats. It’s understandable to get last minute jitters, but you’re not usually like this.

You turn your head to Luka, gaze evidently distracted. You hum in question, too lost in thought to hear what he was asking. He sets down his guitar before sitting with his legs crossed at the edge of the stage. He tilts his head, cerulean eyes trying to see through you.

“Stop that.”

He straightens, brows knitting together. “Stop what?”

“That... That thing you do.” You turn to him lips pursed into what he guesses was meant to form a frown.

Luka chuckles. “There’s no thing, Y/N.”

“Yeah, there is.” You turn to face him, vaguely gesturing his face. “That thing- that thing you do when you’re trying to read me. When you think I’m hiding something.”

He leans closer, tilting his head. “Are you?” He asks, blue eyes ever-so passive. “Hiding something?”

You exhale loudly, using your forearms to support your torso as you lean against the stage. “I don’t know, Luka.” You hesitate for a moment, something that doesn’t pass by undetected by your blue-haired friend. The exasperation in your voice drops, tone soft. “Can I ask for advice?”

“Shoot.”

You straighten, thinking of the best way to phrase it. You feel your fingers fidgeting with your silver bracelet — a gift from the guitarist beside you — before you finally make up your mind. “Back when you were dating Marinette, did you ever...” You lick your lips in an anxious manner, watching as Luka stares back at you, the confusion evident in his gaze. “...did you ever try to get back with her?”

He furrows his brows at your question, head tilted ever so slightly. He gives a look, as if to say, ‘why would you be asking that?’. Why are you asking him? They broke up a while ago — there’s no reason for you to bring it up.

Instead of voicing his doubts, however, he purses his lips. Without a hint of hesitation, he answers. “No.” The decisiveness of his words makes you perk up. “Don’t get me wrong, I loved Mari for a long time after we broke up. But it wasn’t the right time for her. She needed space, and we took a break. Eventually, the romantic feelings just sorta... faded out?” He runs a ringed hand through his blue locks, a sigh leaving his parted lips. “She’s still my friend, and I care for her, but I think we just weren’t meant to be.” He shrugs. “Her heart belonged to someone else and I-“ He cuts himself abruptly before he can continue and turns back to you. “Any reason as to why you’re asking?”

A small laugh escapes your lips, but it’s bittersweet. It makes Luka’s frown deepen.“You’d know I’m lying if I said otherwise.” You inhale sharply, back growing stiff. “Yeah, I’m kinda in a... situation right now.”

Luka notices your sudden change in posture, peaceful features now dripping with concern. “What kind of situation?”

You look down at your fingers, charm bracelet jingling as you play with a small star one. Your voice grows unbearably softer, as if you’re... ashamed of something. “You remember Leon?”

Does he remember Leon? He almost wants to loudly scoff at the question. Yeah, absolutely. He remembers how happy you were when you first started seeing each other. He also remembers how insecure you became after dating him for a month or two. He vividly recalls some comments he’d make when dating you.

“I guess I would consider myself lucky.” Leon chuckles beside Luka, the former watching as his girlfriend talks to Juleka next to the speakers.

“Why’s that?” Luka asks, mind unfocused. He’s only seen Leon a few times, talked to him maybe once or twice — which is why it strikes him as odd when the boy approached him, instead of sticking by Y/N’s side as he usually does.

“Dating Y/N.” Leon’s lip curves upward, gray eyes following his girlfriend’s figure. “I mean, you can be her friend and still see she’s hot, right?”

His comment makes Luka straighten, brows furrowed. I mean, yeah, but he wouldn’t phrase it like that-

“Really, I was shocked when I found out you haven’t tapped that, if you know what I mean”

Luka’s cheeks turn red with a mix of embarrassment and the urge to hit the guy in the back of the head. That’s Y/N he’s talking about- better yet, it’s his girlfriend, and one of Luka’s closest friend. His lips part to speak, ready to call him out on his disrespectful comment, when the girl at hand calls out to them.

“Hey, you guys comin’ or what?”

Luka clears his throat. “Your last boyfriend.”

“Yeah.” You say rather defeatedly. Your posture, your tone- it’s setting off red flags in Luka’s mind. You’re not usually like this. “So, uh- last week, when I had to stay late, he uh-“ You pause mid sentence, heaving a breath. “...he showed up at the lycée.”

Luka adjusts his stance, blue eyes trying to search into your e/c. “I thought you two broke up.”

“We did.”

“Did you-“

“He invited himself.” You explain, back falling against the stage. You stare up at the orange-tinged sky as you continue. “He said he wanted to talk, catch up. He invited me to get coffee, and he didn’t take no for answer.” Luka feels his spine growing stiff at your words. He doesn’t like Leon- and the fact that you had to face him alone makes his insides twist. “We got to talking, and I might have let it slip that we were playing at the Music Festival.” You raise your torso one last time. Still, you avoid Luka’s gaze, e/c eyes staring away into the Seine river in the distance.

“...And now he’s coming.” You hide your face with your palms, the urge to scream ever-so present. Your voice is muffled as you continue. “Said he couldn’t wait to see ‘his girl’ perform.”

“Y/N...” Luka begins, ringed hand reaching for yours. He interlocks his fingers with yours in a comforting gesture. Blue meet with e/c as you finally turn to face him.

“He’s coming tonight, Luka.” You echo, features somewhat rattled. You wanted to have fun, to enjoy the night — instead, you’ll be freaking out over your ex. Your asshole of an ex.

Luka immediately picks up on the way you’ve began to spiral. Before you can continue to go any further, he squeezes your hand comfortingly. “Hey.” You still look distant, so he gently reaches for your jaw, making you focus on his words. “Hey. I got your back- you know that. If he gets too close for comfort...”

You nod slowly, lips curling into a hint of a smile. “Thanks.” You breathe out, feeling as Luka’s hand lingers on your cheek.

You’re close. It’s not unusual when it comes to the two of you, yet this time... it feels different. You can’t quite put your finger on it. Your heart skips a beat, your eyes flicking down to his lips for a fraction of a second. No- no. Don’t do that. He’s just being your friend, your pal, your support.

Still, you can’t help but feel disappointed when Luka pulls away.

You feel your shoulders falling. A comfortable silence settles between the two of you, the sound of instruments being plugged and tested like a distant echo. Carefully, you place your head on Luka’s shoulder. He feels his lips tugging into a small smile, eyes fluttering closed as his thumb caresses your hand.

Amps buzz. Cymbals crash. The crowd yells out cheers. And you are having the time of your life.

Fluorescent lights shine down on all of you as you lean against the microphone. The whole stage was thrumming with energy- from Juleka playing the bass, to Ivan rhythmically hitting drums, to Luka expertly strumming his guitar.

“Make you feel, make you feel better.” You sang into the microphone, body buzzing with energy. “It’s not a walk in the park to love each other.” You felt yourself bouncing on the balls of your heels, as you looked back at Luka, who offered a closed-lipped smile — clearly as energized at you were currently feeling.

You hear the sound of drums leading on the instrumental side of the sound, accompanied by a dimmer bass and electric guitar. “But when our fingers interlock,” You reach for the microphone with one hand, pulling it closer. You allow your gaze to get lost on the wild crowd, spotting a few of your friends among the mass. “can’t deny, can’t deny you’re worth it.” Marinette, Adrien, Alya-

Leon.

You feel your stance faltering for a fraction a second. He’s right there, right next to the others, right next to your friends. You swallow sharply. He knew you’d see him from here. The bastard, he knew- “‘Cause after all this time...” your voice loses the powerful edge it had moments ago. The urge to run backstage burns against your nerves. “I’m still into you.” Somehow, you remain grounded. You take a sharp breath, readying yourself for the chorus— still, your hesitation is evident. Like a deer caught in the headlights, with nowhere to hide, nowhere to run to.

“I should be over all the butterflies-” The sound of both your voice and the other instruments is drowned away by the striking sound of Luka’s guitar verse.

You snap your neck in his direction, eyes wide- from your sudden stage panic or the shock of his sudden action, you can’t be sure. He’s not supposed to play that loudly, he’s supposed to follow Ivan’s tempo with the drums, he-

Blue meet e/c. For a moment, you almost make yourself believe that his usually calm and peaceful blue are glacially cold. Whatever you think you saw is gone in a split-second, the corner of Luka’s lip twitching upward as he mouths. “Eyes on me.”

You feel heat dusting your cheeks, heart drumming at an incessant pace. You nod decisively, before you find yourself mirroring his smile. “I’m into you, I’m into you.”

With that sudden burst of confidence, you reach for your microphone from the mic stand and take it in your hand, striding towards the blue haired guitarist. “And baby even on our worst nights.” You sing into the microphone, your voice resonating all across the stage and the area. Luka looks down at you, fingers strumming his guitar strings as it continues to overpower over the other instruments. Juleka and Ivan don’t seem to mind — in fact, they share a look, stifling the urge to grin. “I’m into you, I’m into you.”

“Let ‘em wonder how we got this far,” Your voice sparks with power as you raise your microphone, staring up into Luka’s blue gaze. He nods encouragingly, biting at his bottom lip as he continues to play. “‘Cause I don’t really need to wonder at all.” You jump as you sing, feeling the eyes of hundreds of people on you — yet it’s only one of them you truly care about.

Luka’s chuckles as you jump back to your previous spot, his eyes never leaving your frame. He stares back at you with a particular glint dancing in his eye. Awe, adoration. No, it’s more than that.

You don’t find it in yourself to place it before you look back into the crowd, colorful glowing lights shining on the stage. You grin.

“Yeah, after all this time, I’m still into you.”

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quanticlub · 5 years

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Quantic Reboot Characters

Characters either new or heavily altered to save them from canon. The main last name follows the first name. A (+ LastName) following means it’s the mother’s maiden name, a (* LastName) means it’s the father’s surname but for some reason the kid didn’t take it. For the hyphened LastName–LastName format it’s in Father–Mother order unless the parents are a same-sex couple like Morgan’s moms. Nicknames are in italics following a bolded tilde ~, though not all nicknames listed are used by everyone / some are used just for teasing. Monikers assigned with only malicious intent via bullies are not listed as nicknames.

All of Mari’s current classmates (included Lie-la) are still present, but they’re not part of the main squad anymore because they’ve isolated her.

(( Going for 12 boys and 12 girls in the main group of quanticharacters in Mari’s grade because I like groups of 12 ... I mean how can you not love groups of 12? They’re divisible by so many numbers! You can have groups of 2, 3, 4, or 6 with nobody left alone during projects!!! ))

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The Boys:

Félix Diamant (* Agreste) ~ Fé, Feli, Felibear, Diamond [!!!!! !!! !!! !!! ! ! !!! !!! !!! !!!!!]

Allan Mercury (+ Bennett) ~ Mercury, Lana, Lani-loo [!! ?]

Claude Castille-Acosta ~ Clod [!! !!]

Gavroche Verret (+ Bouchard) ~ Gav, Gaveroo [!! ?]

???

Possible Additions: Wayhem NoLastName but with real background, Marc Anciel but fleshed out instead of never being seen again, Prince Ali NoLastName if he’s sent for international education, Sparrow if he left ‘Murrica and thus Knightowl for some reason.. maybe if he was actually Fé and got the curse?, Jean Duparc with a personality cuz he didn’t even talk in the show, the young and annoying XY could be either in Mari’s or Luka’s grade since main group doesn’t have to be totally likable & he could get a redemption arc (his dad’s the one that really sucks), Adam NoLastName from the comics, Adrien Agreste with a redemption arc, Nino Lahiffe with a redemption arc, Lé Chiên Kim with a redemption arc, Nathaniel Kurtzberg with a redemption arc..... because everyone in Mari’s class needs either redemption or death, just random made-up OCs

oops now there are almost twice as many girls as there are guys... Random not-OCs that could be added include the main cast of 6teen c:

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The Girls:

Allegra Fausett (+ Sabat) ~ Als, ‘Legra [!! !! ! !!]

Jacquelin Courbet (+ Voclain) ~ Jackie, Jack, Jacks, Jack-o [!! !! !!]

Quincy Proulx (+ Jolicoeur) ~ Quinn, Queeny, Quinse, Proulx

Noëlle Vassie (+ Duval) ~ n/a

Morgan Bellefeuille-Cadieux ~ Puck!!, Mo, Momo

Laurel Tourelle (+ Guerin) ~ n/a

Carolyn Ledoux (+ Durand) ~ Carol, Melody

Rosalie Jones (+ Thayer) ~ Rose

Liliane Jones (+ Thayer) ~ Lily

? ... well, definitely adding Marinette Dupain-Cheng ~ Mari, ‘Nette, Nettles, Starlight, Marinara [!!!!!!!!!! ! !!!!!!!!!!]

???

Possible Additions: Kagami Tsurugi with proper writing, Chloé Bourgeois post-redemption, Alix Kubdel post-redemption, Alya Cesaire post-redemption, Juleka Couffaine with a fix-it because blueberry boy wont stand for such nonsense against Mari, that one fandom concept Amber Bourgeois (Ambre?) that’s usually Chloé’s twin but can be rewritten as sth else, Brigitte NoLastName Ondine NoLastName as more than Kim’s love interest, Mireille Caquet but not just Theo’s special friend, Aurore Bauréal with the same personality as in Leave for Medeleiev, The rest of Mendeleiev’s class which shows pale with purple-black hair, short purple spiky, short blond spiky, dark skin with long purple hair, and long blonde hair girls in the class picture that have not been named, Purple-black Hair and spiky blonde from the previous class pic, just random made-up OCs

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Extra:

Maybe introduce a character or change last name to have the upcoming Dany Boon as their father /// Piper as either a last name or another girl in reference to the Pied Piper of Hamelin that held the Fox miraculous... or maybe just Hamelin as a last name?? /// Another possible parent is Simon Grimault, whom we know is famous in the Quanticverse /// Put Théo Barbot in as an older brother to someone or just older student in maybe like Luka’s grade so he’s not so creepy (maybe the art studio was his parents’ cuz all the kids here are rich af) /// Jalil Kubdel could also be in Luka’s grade /// Vincent Aza could be brought down to Luka’s age like Théo or even be in Mari’s grade as part of the main group assuming he was held back /// Speaking of... Adri’s photographer, who is also named Vincent, could be a dad though the last name is still up in the air /// Alec Cataldi could be a dad or brother or something to someone of an Italian background /// Bob Roth might be XYs dad but if not he could be someone else’s /// Clara Nightingale could possibly be young enough to be in Luka’s grade

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Parents:

Gabriel Agreste -

Camille Diamant -

Father Diamant

Mother

Maternal Grandfather

Maternal Grandmother

Emilie Loiseau -

Father Loiseau

#ref: ml classmate names

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ao3feed-brucewayne · 4 months

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fate(its complicated)

by Tonistank In which peter parker is reincarnated in a universe that was a romance novel about Marinette dupain-cheng and Danny Fenton as Damian Wayne. he is not dealing well with it. im giving you guys a plot i cant write it would be great if you could Words: 931, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), Batman - All Media Types, Danny Phantom, Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other Characters: Damian Wayne, Peter Parker, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Danny Fenton, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Barbara Gordon, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Luka Couffaine, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Danielle "Dani" Phantom, Clockwork (Danny Phantom), Alix Kubdel, Talia al Ghul Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Peter Parker, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Danny Fenton/Peter Parker, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Danny Fenton/Damian Wayne, Tim Drake & Dick Grayson & Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne & Damian Wayne, Batfamily Members & Peter Parker, Batfamily Members & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Batfamily Members & Danny Fenton, Talia al Ghul & Damian Wayne Additional Tags: Reincarnation, Time Travel, Romance, Stolen Miraculouses (Miraculous Ladybug), Bad Parents Jack and Maddie Fenton, Bad Parent Tom Dupain, Bad Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Bruce Wayne, Good Sibling Jason Todd, Good Sibling Dick Grayson, Good Sibling Tim Drake, Good Sibling Cassandra Cain, Good Friend Stephanie Brown, Good Friend Barbara Gordon, Bad Parent Talia al Ghul, Peter Parker is a Mess, Hurt Peter Parker, Damian Wayne Needs a Hug, Hurt Damian Wayne, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Ghost King Danny Fenton, Trans Damian Wayne, Alternate Universe - Romance Novel, Superheroes, Memory Alteration, Memory Loss, Alternate Timelines, Hurt Batfamily (DCU), Lazarus Pit (DCU), Peter Parker is a Little Shit, Damian Wayne is a Little Shit, Damian Wayne is Not Robin, Angsty Teen Damian Wayne, Writing via https://ift.tt/P0ZltIW

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the caped crusader #gotham #dcu #dc #ao3 #ao3feed

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strawberry-fields-things · 3 years

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— when realization comes knocking

pairing: viperion!luka couffaine x fem!reader

SUMMARY… Luka Couffaine and Y/N L/N are friends. That’s it. There’s no story to tell. After all, it’s not like one of them has been in constant denial about their feelings — no, that’d be ridiculous! ...Right?

WORD COUNT… 1.6k

Band practice was going well. The Seine river was strangely silent, with tourists nowhere in sight. It almost gave the illusion that Paris was still asleep, even though the sun had long since risen and the day had already started. After what they were told were hours but felt like minutes, the rising band Kitty Section — formed by Rose, Luka, Juleka, Ivan, Y/N and occasionally Adrien — had decided it was time to take a small break and stretch their legs.

In a matter of a few seconds, all five musicians with the addition of their favorite costume designer, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, were crashing at the Liberty’s living room. Ivan was outside, as he had to pick up a call from Myléne, while the girls huddled in a circle, laughing and chatting.

As for Luka? Well; it came as a surprise to no one when he refused to put down his guitar, fingers expertly strumming the chords, guitar pick hanging between his teeth.

“Oh, Ladybug, definitely!” Rose exclaimed, innocent and giddy voice missing Marinette’s flushed cheeks.

The girl in question, who continued to try and stifle a creeping blush, swiftly turned her head to Y/N L/N — who laid across the Couffaine’s couch, fiddling with a small notebook. “I-uh- how about you, Y/N?”

The h/c girl quirked a brow, clearly not having been paying attention. She lowered her notebook slightly, e/c gaze meeting with Marinette’s bluebell eyes. “Sorry?”

Marienette’s lips parted to speak, but Rose quickly stepped in, the excitement evident in her voice. “Who’s the cutest superhero?” She asked, voice somewhat high pitched. “Chat Noir, maybe?” She nudged your shoulder as curiosity twinkled in her blue gaze. The corner of her lip twitched upward. “Or is Rena Rouge more your style?”

A chuckle escaped Y/N’s lips, which earned more than a few looks from both Juleka and Marinette. The L/N girl shook her head dismissively as she pondered on her answer. “Okay, although I admit Rena Rouge is pretty cute...” Y/N straightened in her spot, dusting her clothes absentmindedly. She gnawed at her bottom lip for a second before she finally decided to break her silence. “I’d say Viperion is more of my style, y’know? He’s...” she paused, exhaling relaxedly, back cuddled against the couch. “He’s hot.”

The sound of Luka stringing a discordant note in his guitar echoed in the living room, causing some of the girls to turn a face him.

Y/N furrowed her brows as she put down her notebook. “You okay there, Luka?”

As a matter of fact, no, Luka was not okay.

He stopped playing altogether, fingers tightening around the neck of his guitar. He cleared his throat — an attempt to respond to his best friend’s statement. His lips parted to speak, but it seemed all words died in his throat. A pink heat blossomed on his cheeks.

He was caught off guard — that’s what it was. It had to be.

“Luka?”

His best friend. The same girl he’s known since he graduated middle school. Y/N L/N — the girl he had ran away with from the cops when they were found playing near the subway.

She just called him hot.

“I-I...” Luka licked his lips, clearing his throat one last time. For a fraction of a moment, his bright cerulean gaze met with Y/N’s e/c ones, before he hastily averted his gaze back to his guitar. With a raspy voice, he finally responded. “...I’m fine.”

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Luka was lying. A strange, out-of-character situation. Because Y/N knew Luka — and if there’s one thing that remained constant about him, was that he always — always — told the truth.

So, what was up with him?

Marinette was struggling to hold back a giggle. The urge to simply break into laughing was strong. Because she knew — oh, she knew full well what was going on. Perhaps, it was destiny. Time for Luka to finally proclaim his love for Y/N.

Okay, maybe phrased like that it sounded exaggerated- but still! Mari had been waiting weeks, months even. As far as she knew, both Luka and Y/N were convinced that they were just friends, something that in Marinette’s eyes was just a flat out lie.

(Ironic, right?)

She’d seen the way Y/N would reach for Luka’s hand as her first instinct whenever an akuma attacked, how Luka would grip it tighter but with care altogether. She never missed the way the blue-haired boy allowed Y/N to lean over his legs to take a nap whenever she had pulled an all-nighter to study for a test, unbothered — but always with a hint of a smile curving on his lips.

It was their chance.

“Bzzt bzzt.” Marinette murmured loudly, glancing at her phone exaggeratedly. “Oh, would you look at that!” She exclaimed, turning to Rose and Juleka. “Alya and Nino are outside! We should go greet them, right girls?” Marinette gestured wildly, causing Juleka and Rose to glance at each other in confusion.

“Right now?” Juleka asked, voice low.

“Yes, right now!” Mari reached for Juleka’s hand, pulling her up before Rose quickly followed her girlfriend’s steps. The Dupain-Cheng girl turned to Y/N, smiling suspiciously. “We’ll be right back.” She said, as she practically shoved the two girlfriends out the door and towards the open deck.

“Uh, are you sure you don’t want me to come with?” Y/N began, before her question was cut off by the door slamming shut. “O...kay.” Y/N lets out a small low whistle, before shifting her eyes back to Luka.

He hadn’t changed his position, except for the fact that his guitar pick was now between his fingers instead of his lips. He appeared to be fully invested in the strings of his guitar — not as he usually was, but rather to avoid something... someone?

And if Y/N L/N wasn’t going insane, she could’ve sworn she saw the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks.

She put down her notebook and rolled out of her comfortably odd position in the Couffaine’s couch, Y/N finally opted to break the silence. “So, you gonna tell me what’s up with you?”

Luka stiffened painfully, his usually calm gaze holding a glint that resembled a deer caught in the headlights. It wasn’t that bad, right? She just called him hot. Y/N L/N just said she thought Luka Couffaine was hot — well, not Luka per se, but Viperion. But Luka was Viperion, so same difference, right?

The startling thought that had entered his mind made his spine grow taut like wire. No, no, it’s not the same. She doesn’t know he’s Viperion — in fact, for all he knows, she just likes the costume.

“Uh, nothing, just uh-“ He inhaled sharply as soon as the cushions beside him gave away to her sitting down next to him. Y/N sat criss-crossed, expectantly. “...just thinking about what you said.”

It’s her turn to look confused. With furrowed brows and a scrunched nose — something that Luka can’t help but find adorable — she asked, “What’d I say?”

“About- about Viperion.”

A small chuckle escapes her. Jokingly and gently, Y/N nudged Luka’s shoulder, smiling. “You’re not getting jealous now, are you Rockstar?”

Luka hummed a laugh through his nose. It was a strange feeling, definitely. On one hand, he couldn’t help but think ‘oh, if you only knew’. But on the other hand — he kind of was, y’know, jealous of himself, jealous of his alter ego.

Not a romantic type of jealous, of course. Rather, he was jealous of the fact that she — Y/N L/N, the epitome of issues with authority figures — was such an admirer of Viperion, placing him at such a standard. Obviously.

At least, that was what Luka went with.

Upon Luka’s lack of response, Y/N knitted her brows with concern. She carefully slipped the joking edge onto her voice as her lips parted. “Don’t worry, Luka. You’ll always be my number one boy.”

The Couffaine boy finally looked away from his guitar and up into those hypnotic e/c eyes. As he looked up, however, he came to a realization — she was startlingly close.

Somehow, he was both tempted to pull away and lean closer at the same time.

As the two gazes collided, Y/N tilted her head slightly, lips pursed together in thought. She stared at something above Luka’s eyes, making his insides twist and flutter. Without as much as a second to ponder on it, Y/N unthinkingly reached a hand and cautiously brushed away a strand of blue hair away from Luka’s line of sight. His lips parted, no words forming, and his breath caught between his vocal chords when she blinked back at him — those beautiful, beautiful e/c gazing back into his.

Oh.

It was that moment. As his heart hammered against his chest — so loud he simply knew Y/N could hear its erratic heartbeat — unable to pull his gaze away from her lips, and the faintest pink heat that painted his cheeks, he knew.

Oh.

He knew. Like gears that finally fell into motion, puzzle pieces that formed a clear picture, he knew.

Oh, no.

He inhaled sharply, body bracing. With his hands wrapped around his guitar, his cerulean fluttered closed, before the words abandoned his lips like a forbidden whisper.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

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