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The wind whistled through the streets of Paris as Marinette walked. She was having a rough day -- well, it wasn’t really all that bad yet but all the little things went wrong. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, she couldn’t find any hair ties, she couldn’t decide which pair of pink pants to wear and then as soon as she chose one she spilled coffee all over them! On top of it, all her parents needed her to run a box of croissants to a cafe down the street, we really need to find a delivery man. Regardless of her morning struggles, she was optimistic about the day and happily agreed to help her parents. Before she stepped out into the windy world she tied her hair back with a ribbon. The wind animated her hair, the loose hairs flew in front of her face. She had to squint to avoid the strands whipping her eyes. She could hardly see. She tried to maneuver her hold on the box to free a hand to brush the hair aside but she quickly realized it futile as the strands immediately returned to their shenanigans.
She suddenly bumped into something, likely someone. She frantically apologized, rushing to brush the hair away again. “Oh, Marinette...” A dagger of a voice sliced through the air and struck Marinette’s heart with paralyzing confidence. Lila stood before her, wickedly grinning as she extended a finger to poke her nose. “Sometimes I wonder why you are so incapable...”
“Sorry, Lila.” Marinette spoke through a forced smile. “I didn’t see you. I have to go now.” She tried to sidestep but Lila blocked her.
“No…” the girls locked eyes. “I promised you I’d ruin you, didn’t I? Why would I let you finish whatever it is you’re so eager to do.” She continued to block Marinette as she desperately tried to maneuver around her.
“You have nothing better to do than ruin my day!?” Lila laughed, further fueling Marinette’s fury. She spoke through her teeth, biting back an explosion of anger. “You don’t have anything fun to do??”
“This is fun.” She smirked, “tell me what you’ve been up to lately.”
“No!” The wind was tugging her hair from the slacking ribbon, a few strands flew into her mouth. She struggled to spit them out, accidentally spitting out her words instead, anger bleeding into her tone as the whole world seemed to be testing her limits at once. She managed to maintain her volume. “Get out of my way.”
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Luka had to deliver a Pizza, when he looked at the address and realized it was by the Dupain-Cheng Boulangerie his face lit up. He thought he might stop by and see if Marinette was busy. Marinette was chaotic to say the least, but Luka found it quite endearing. He particularly enjoyed the juxtaposition of her hurricane of an existence and her need to be clean and organized. So when she asked him out, her hands subconsciously brushing wrinkles from her shirt as she stood, a beautiful island in a sea of clothes flooding his floor, he immediately said “Of course!” Then “Why are you in my room?” Which was followed by a few more questions regarding what lead to the current situation but he was cut short by her lips.
He smiled at the memory. Next thing he knew he was biking toward the boulangerie, he noticed Marinette standing on the sidewalk nearby and changed course slightly. “Hey Mari-” he saw the infuriated look Marinette tried desperately to bury with a smile. “What’s goi-” he was cut off by the girl across from Marinette.
“Marinette is so clumsy!” She chuckled, “Isn’t it adorable?” Luka eyed the girl, her tone and expression were saturated with sweetness but her melody was sinister.
“Who are you?” he asked, she smiled flirtatiously and stepped toward. “Mmm, I was just about to ask you that handsome.” She flicked her eyes to his bike basket, “Oh! You play guitar? I love guitar! I’ve been personally serenaded by-”
“Shut up!” Marinette gave up on sounded civil, “I’ve had enough of your bullshit to last me a lifetime! Please, Lila, kindly fuck off!” Lila, Luka thought, that’s who she was. He had never met the wicked bitch but from what he understood she was absolutely terrible.
She smiled sickeningly at Marinette, “Oh, Marinette! I didn’t mean to bother you! Tell me, who is your friend?” She looked Luka up and down. He nearly lunged toward her but stopped when he noticed a dark butterfly flying into a box of croissants in Marinette’s hands.
“Marinette...” he focused all of his concern on her, trying to coax her into the reality, “please… stay with me...” Unfortunately, his words were immediately counteracted by Lila’s taunting.
“What, Marinette? Can’t handle a little teasing?” her smirk shaped her voice, “that’s just what friends do!” Marinette growled and purple began spreading from the box, encasing her body. Luka quickly hugged her, blocking her from Lila’s view and slipping off her earrings. He hopped on his bike and quickly rode away to a quiet alleyway.