Briefly describe the way their parents grew up, and how it affected the way they raised them.
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Describe their family. Who raised them, and who had the most impact on them? Did they have any siblings? Who were they closest to? What were the family dynamics like?
What was the most common argument between them and whoever raised them?
Where did they grow up? What was it like? Were they happy there?
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Were there any events in their childhood that led to phobias or other fears?
What are some of their biggest regrets?
What part of their past (death, other significant event) do they think affects them the most?
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Briefly describe their life in the future, regardless of how far into the future this is.
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Would they become a mentor figure for anyone?
How do they feel about getting older and eventually dying?
How do they want to be remembered after they die?
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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
Other tags: no proofreading we die like adrien’s mom
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.
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.
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.
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.
He knew. Like gears that finally fell into motion, puzzle pieces that formed a clear picture, he knew.
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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fluff 10 and/or 11 + supercorp for the sentence starters pls 💞
"Are we on a date right now?" / "I think I'm in love with you."
Saturday signals the best day in Kara's book for one simple reason: the farmers market. It's the perfect place to buy fresh produce directly from the grower at a lower price than those pesky retailers. Not to mention, it's fresher and it's a great way to support local communities.
Kara enjoys it most in the early morning between 8 and 9 when the California heat hasn't bombarded its citizens yet. One of her favorite memories of going to the market was when she first arrived on earth, and Eliza and Alex took her to the one in Midvale. Eliza bought her the sweetest miniature doughnuts which practically melted in her mouth. She's been a huge (understatement of the year) fan ever since.
The farmers market is located 20 blocks from her apartment, just a short jaunt or flight for the hero.
Today she decides to walk and enjoy the nice cool breeze, and the warm sun spilling on her face. She can already hear the acoustics of a folk band covering a Fleetwood Mac song at the end of main street. The leaves are starting to change, indicating the beginning of fall, and the ones already on the ground crunch beneath her feet.
Her reusable cloth bag with the words, "Okey Dokey Artichokey" and a cartoon artichoke with a smiley face and tiny stick arms, is slung over her shoulder. Lena had given it to her as a gag gift, but Kara uses it the most out of all her bags. Any gift from Lena is special and she will always treasure it.
As she rounds the corner to the market, she sneaks another look at her list to remind herself what she needs, when she bumps into someone. Hard. Fortunately, Kara manages to grab the other person's arm before they fall.
"Oh my gosh," Kara cringes. "I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was—" she interrupts herself when she sees, "Lena?"
"Hey there, slick," Lena laughs and nudges the hand latched on her arm to tangle with her fingers.
Kara responds by swinging their arms back and forth, like what friends do when they haven't seen each other in months. But Kara and Lena just saw each other yesterday. This is normal, right? Kara thinks. The fluttering in my chest is completely common whenever I see my friends....Right?
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Kara speaks before her brain can catch up with her.
Lena's face lights up with a sly grin. "Can't a woman go to the market every once in a while?"
"N-no no, of course you can," Kara laughs awkwardly, "I meant, gosh I'm not sure...I guess I just didn't expect to see you here. You live all the way on the other side of town."
"Relax, love," she chuckles and squeezes her hand and releases it, Kara immediately missing the warmth. "I'm teasing you. But to answer your question, I'm in desperate need of fresh kale, and I heard this particular stand has the best in the city."
Kara feigns gagging and Lena playfully shoves her shoulder. “I still don’t understand how you can eat that stuff.”
“Who knew the green stuff that incapacitates you was kale.”
“More like your eyes,” Kara mumbles.
“What was that?”
Kara’s eyes widen. “N-nothing,” she rubs the back of her neck. “Um, so….do you care if I join you? Wandering aimlessly through the market checking out food stands with my best friend sounds like the perfect way to spend my Saturday morning.”
“I’d love nothing more,” Lena replies, smiling brightly.
“Oooh, look! A food truck!” Kara points.
Lena laughs at her zeal. “Let’s see what they have.”
Kara reaches for her hand and twines their fingers together before dragging her toward the truck. Lena’s stomach swoops at the action, but she calms herself down enough so Kara doesn’t notice her rapid heartbeat. Not that she would, considering food is the best distraction when it comes to the blonde.
Little does Lena know that nothing can distract Kara from Lena, especially considering 98% of the time Kara is listening to the constant thumps and quivers of Lena’s heart, but Kara doesn’t say anything.
Kara looks up at the man in the truck and politely rattles off her order, then looks at Lena and asks, “What do you want?”
“Um,” Lena quickly glances at the menu and says, “I’ll have the Avo Smash, please.” She moves to hand the man cash, but Kara stops her and insists she'll pay for it. "My treat."
Once they give their order they move to the side and wait until their names are called.
When they get their food they move to a shady spot on the sidewalk and admire how delicious it looks.
“What’s that?” Kara asks.
“Oh, it’s a piece of toast with smashed avocado, egg, and tomato,” Lena replies, noticing how Kara turns up her nose. Lena rolls her eyes and gestures at her hands, “What’d you get?”
"Uh, only the most scrumptious and melt in your mouth-watering food you can get here," she replies, eyebrows pinched, incredulously. Lena raises her eyebrows in a get-on-with-it kind of way. "French toast bites," Kara finishes, exasperated at Lena's lack of enthusiasm.
"Sweet food for a sweet girl."
Kara's cheeks grow a slight pink. Instead of replying, she dips a piece of her toast in the syrup, and shoves the whole thing in her mouth. Lena simply hums and takes a bit of her own food. Kara smiles like a chipmunk with cheeks full of goodies.
When Lena's finished with her slice of hipster toast, as Kara calls it, a small body runs into her legs from behind. She looks down and finds a small boy with sandy blonde hair and big, blue eyes looking up at her with a toothy grin.
"Hi, there," she smiles at him.
"Henry!" a woman in a flowy maxi dress and brown sandals comes running toward them. She picks him up and gives him a stern look. "I told you not to run off like that!" The woman adjusts him on her hip and shyly realizes she has an audience. "I'm so sorry! He gets too excited about their french toast."
"Oh, no worries," Lena reassures her. She carefully grabs Kara's elbow and says, "This one does too."
Kara acts hurt by placing a hand over her heart. "Well, can you blame me? They're delicious! Aren't they?" she smiles at the boy and waves. He giggles and hides his face in his mother's neck. "Someone's a little shy, huh?"
"He is, isn't he?" the mom kisses his cheek. "I think he has a little crush on you."
"Who, me?" Kara laughs. "No, I think he has eyes for Lena. As most people do." She steps forward and tickles his stomach so he looks at her. Kara holds out her hand for a high five and whispers, "Good choice." He gratefully slaps her hand.
When Kara steps back, Lena is blushing, but rather than call her out on it she ignores it out of respect. Kara smiles at her and Lena smiles back, but then she's suddenly laughing through her nose.
"Darling, you have a little," she gestures at her own face.
"What? I have something on my face?" Kara touches her cheek, but completely misses.
"Here," Lena's fingers tenderly touch the side of her jaw while her thumb swipes her lip. Lena's completely focused on what she's doing, but Kara only has eyes for Lena.
Lena pulls back her hand, thumb now sticky with syrup. Instead of wiping it on the napkin Kara knows Lena has in her bag, she sticks it between her lips and licks it clean.
Kara completely stops breathing.
"How long have you two been together?" a voice snaps her out of her reverie.
Kara gapes at her with wide eyes and stutters, "Um...we, we're uh, just friends."
"Oh," the woman almost looks upset. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to presume. Well, I'll let you get back to your morning." She smiles at them and walks away, leaving a flabbergasted Kara and quiet Lena.
They don't say anything and choose to ignore it while they continue down the street.
"Lena, you have to try this," Kara doesn't give her a chance to respond before shoving a spoonful of gelato in Lena's mouth.
Lena gasps and nearly chokes on the ice cold dessert enveloping her tastebuds. She hisses and nods, as she lifts her hand to hastily catch the dribbles of melted chocolate trickling down her chin. Kara winces, "I'm so sorry!"
"No," Lena shakes her head as she swallows, "I just wasn't expecting that."
"Well? How was it?"
"Y'know, I'm not gonna lie...it was pretty fucking delicious."
"Right? Marco really knows his stuff."
"Um," Lena holds her hand out, fingers spread apart to prevent more sticking, and shakes it like she doesn't know what to do.
Kara jumps to action and runs off. She's back in two seconds with a wet wipe and cleans Lena's hand. "Where'd you find that?"
"Okay?" Lena laughs breathily. "You're a mystery wrapped inside an enigma, Ms. Danvers."
"I aim to confuse," she jokes.
Lena shakes her head, and eventually says, "Thank you."
"Don't mention it," Kara smiles at her, their eyes locked onto each other. She's finished cleaning her hand, but rather than letting go, her hand stays curled around Lena's, not wanting to ruin the moment.
“Oh Rao, you didn’t,” Kara gasps.
Lena turns around and frowns at her. “What?” Kara gestures to Lena’s bag. Lena looks down and chuckles when she realizes what she’s talking about. “In my defense, I was drunk. You know how my shopping brain acts when I’m drunk; I buy things I don’t need.”
“Hmmm, well maybe your alcohol-addled brain just remembered how funny I thought it was and wanted to impress me,” Kara teases with a twitch of her eyebrow.
“I’m sure that’s exactly what happened,” Lena deadpans. She glanced at the words on her bag again and fondly shakes her head. It reads: Oh Kale Yeah, with a bunch of kale on both sides.
“I think so,” Kara steps closer and smiles.
“Oh, really?” Lena raises her eyebrows.
“Yep,” she ends with an extra pop of the ‘p’ and boops her on the nose.
Lena opens her mouth in surprise, a protest on the tip of her tongue, but a voice interrupts her from in front of them.
“You two are such a lovely couple,” the vendor gushes.
Lena and Kara startle, forgetting they’re standing right in front of a stand selling various vegetables and fruits and jars of honey. Behind the table is an older woman, most likely in her late 70s, with streaks of gray hair, crinkly eyes and facial lines as if she’s smiled her whole life.
“Oh, we’re not—”
“Thank you,” Kara answers, smiling bashfully. She pushes a lock of hair behind her ear and says, “I’ll take one bunch of radishes and one spaghetti squash.”
“Coming right up,” the woman replies.
Kara glances over at Lena and gives her a shy smile, before handing the woman a $10 bill and thanking her. She grabs the veggies and carefully drops them in her bag.
“Thank you two, have a wonderful day.”
“Of course, you too!” Kara places her hand on the small of Lena’s back and guides her forward.
As they make their way to the next stand, Kara laughs, remembering their conversation, “I can’t believe you bought that bag. You’re such a giant dork.”
Lena whips around and eyes Kara curiously. Kara’s hand shifts from her back to loosely rest on her waist. Lena’s eyes are squinting from the bright sun, but Kara can see the speckles of gold in them and thinks she’s never looked more beautiful.
“Are we on a date right now?”
Kara's heart quickens and she opens and closes her mouth a few times, until finally she clears her throat, "Did you want it to be?"
"Because I do," Kara states. "Want it to be a date. But only if you do, of course. I don't want you to feel pressured or like I forced you to hang out with me," she retracts her hand. "That's the last thing I—”
Lena grabs her hand as she pulls it way, not wanting Kara to close herself off. "Hey, I want this just as much as you do."
Lena lightly presses her thumb into the grooves of Kara's knuckles, and absentmindedly plays with them. She smiles, fully dimpled, and says, "I do. Actually, I uh..." she lowers their connected hands and looks off into the distance, mind seemingly elsewhere.
"What is it?" Kara asks. She playfully shakes their arms back and forth to get her attention.
Lena looks at the ground before completely focusing on Kara and those baby blues she's come to know and love. She takes a deep breath and her voice shakes when she whispers, "I think I'm in love with you..." Lena stumbles and shakes her head, "No—I am in love with you."
Kara inhales sharply and Lena thinks she's made a giant mistake. She starts to turn and do something stupid, like run away, but Kara keeps her hold on her and pulls her forward.
Smiling, Kara slowly inches closer leaving the opportunity for Lena to stop her. When Kara's lips press into hers she welcomes it completely. Kara's hands come up to cup Lena's jaw until she moves one to tangle in her hair.
Kara disconnects from her lips, but stays wrapped up in her, their foreheads touching. "I'm in love with you, too," she whispers against soft lips.
"Good," Lena smiles and kisses her again.
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