Just another Lukanette one-shot with a dash of MariChat at the end. Hope you enjoy it. Don't forget to Follow, Favourite and Review.
He sits beside her on her chaise, arms gently around her, his fingers guiding hers across the guitar strings.
"And that, Ma-ma-Marinette, is an E-minor." He proudly announces as she strums the guitar.
"Wow." She replays the note, her bluebell eyes shining with amazement as the chord echoes throughout the room, and it takes all his restraint to not kiss her then and there. She looks so small and adorable in his arms, that all he wants to do is hold her and protect her from everything in the world.
He wants to shield her from the pain, the heartbreak of not having her feelings reciprocated by the boy she idolises. He wants to shelter her heart from the pain he feels each time he sees her fawning over said boy.
He can take the pain, the pain of unrequited one-sided love, but he won't be able to watch her endure it. He's barely able to keep himself from knocking some sense into the model for being blind to what's right in front of him... the melodious symphony that is Marinette. He wants to-
"Luka?" She turns to him with a pout, head tilted in worry. "Is everything alright?"
He smiles, ruffling her hair. "Everything's fine, my melody. How about we try a C-chord next?"
Willingly, she agrees and the room is once more filled with imperfect notes, which to his ears, is sweeter than all the lullabies in the world.
They play until the sun begins to set, choosing to watch as it disappears over the horizon on her balcony. Sitting side-by-side, their hands are clasped tightly together. They close their eyes for a minute as he hums her song, allowing the soft music to serenade them as day turns into night.
As they head back in, his hands stay on her shoulders, tenderly guiding her back inside and out of the cold night air. His fingers tickle the back of her neck, fiddling with the two pigtails he's come to love.
"Stop it, Luka." She laughs as he ends up loosening the hair ties, causing them to fall to the floor, and her hair to drape over her shoulders. She shakes it out a bit before bending over to pick up the bands.
Slipping them over her wrists, she begins to part her hair, wincing as the strands come into contact with her tender skin.
"Let me." He takes the ties off her wrists and onto his own. Quickly brushing out her hair, he starts styling it, deftly twisting the silken locks into a simple yet elegant do.
"A braided crown, fit for the Queen of my heart." He declares, allowing the remaining strands to tumble onto her shoulders.
She twists around, trying to get a good look at it while enjoying the feel of it brushing against her back. "It's lovely, Luka." She plants a quick kiss to his cheek. "Where did you learn to do this?"
"When Jules was still little, Maman taught me how to do her hair, and I used to style it for her everyday for school till she was about 10." He explains, brushing her bangs a little off to the side.
"Wow." She muses. "No wonder Juleka's hair always looked so pretty when we were younger... not that it's not pretty now. It's just-"
"Thank you, Luka." She stops herself, a sheepish grin plastered onto her face.
"You're welcome, Marinette." He takes a moment to plant a soft kiss on the crown. "I should get going. Maman will be worrying if I'm out too late. Sweet dreams, my melody."
"Good night, Luka." She waves as he heads down the stairs, his guitar slung over his shoulder, and she can faintly hear him saying his goodbyes to her parents.
She lets herself fall back onto her bed, content to just lay there for a minute. Maybe, just maybe, she was ready to let Adrien go. She has a wonderful boyfriend, one who would do anything for her, even go as far as the moon and back for her, so why should she still pine over the boy she can't have.
She knows Luka knows how she feels, and she knows it hurts him every time he sees them together. Part of her wants to let him go, explore what love truly feels like from a boy who feels the same way, but she's not sure if it would be fair for him if she tries loving him while she still loved another.
Why must her heart feel so conflicted? Why must love be so complicated? Maybe it's just herself that's complicating things.
She knows she should try, if only for his sake. She should try to give Luka the girl he deserves, because until now, he's been nothing short of the most perfect boyfriend.
Then and there, she makes up her mind. She'll put Adrien, her infatuation, aside and focus on Luka, her boyfriend. This will be good for her, she tells herself, for all of them, for their relationships. She-
A tap at her window breaks her out of her thoughts. She moves to unlatch the window and a certain stray comes tumbling in, falling onto the bed with little more than a feline grace.
"Meow." He smiles. "A crown on the princess. Were you waiting for your knight in shining leather?"
"Silly kitty." She flicks his bell. "No, Luka did my hair while he was here for our date earlier. How do I look?"
"Pawsitively beautiful, princess." He twists a lock of her hair in his gloved finger. "I don't think I've ever seen you with your hair down."
"Well, I guess it was time I tried something new."
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