(A/N) I'm back!
2 and a half months later... Sorry!
I've had major writers block and family has been sick with covid. Then I've also been drawing again and playing Sims lol but dw, I plan to finish this, no matter how long it takes!
Anyways, Some heads up...
First - Half reveal is happening in 2 chapters (Chapter 23) I've had this planned out for ages, even before I started writing this story! The chapter was meant to be a one shot but I added it to this story and changed it a bit after stumbling across it.
Second - Bethany's wedding dress is a ball gown type, I was going to do mermaid style but ball gown fits more perfectly, especially for this chapter.
Third - This is a Lukanette Chapter, but they aren't cannon, it's to mash in with the storyline and it will match up to part of the reveal so it needed to be in there!
Anyways enough talking, get ready for drunken Marinette...
Enjoy!
The feel of fabric flowing graciously over her skin, prickling her senses with each brush it made through her fingertips. White was sure not her favourite colour; if you could call it a colour in the first place. Shade was more so the right word for this type of fabric.
Her choice would be a misty rose pink, not quite white but also not quite pink wedding dress. The fabric a nice smooth silk that flowed in layers all the way down to the ground.
Who was she kidding, No one would ever marry her at this rate, she had to be dreaming if that day would ever happen to her.
Weaving her hand through the fabric made Marinette realise that this was the closes thing she would get to such a dress. The texture, the design, the hopes of her future. This would be the last time she would make this kind of garment again.
Her other hand came up with the bottle of whipped cream, squirting it inside her mouth messily, part of it falling down her chin. Trying to get her tounge out to clean it up. She put down the bottle of whipped cream and picked up a bottle of vodka, taking a big swig from it.
Vodka was not something Marinette enjoyed but it was the only thing that was in the cabinet that was any type of alcohol to ease her sorrows.
She was a mess.
A drunken mess!
Looking through her instagram at all the posts Bethany had posted about the wedding and Adrien by her side helping her and looking all happy, it made Marinette realise what she had missed out on, what she could've had.
If her stupid teenage brain got ahead of itself back then, this probably would've been her special day! But instead being in this dress was the closes she was going to get.
The door clicked open, the person who came through was holding a plastic bag full of food. "I picked up some take out!" Luka said, walking towards the kitchen and placing the bag on the bench. "You have three to choose from..." He looked up to find Marinette on his lounge room floor dressed in Bethany's wedding dress. "What happened here?" He asked, walking towards her slowly and assessing the scene before him.
Her make up was running, whipped cream still on her chin. The bottle of vodka came back up to her lips, taking another swig from the bottle and squinting hard at the horrible after taste it brought.
Her phone was still clutched in her grip, on the photo of Bethany and Adrien holding up her polished finger in what look to be her flipping off the camera but instead showing the massive diamond while kissing her new fiance on the lips.
Now he understood why she was a mess.
"Dis fabric is amazing!" Marinette giggled, weaving her hand through the dress again before holding it out for Luka to touch. "Here, feel it!"
Luka chuckled softly and shook his head, kneeling down to her level so he didn't look so blurry to her. "How did you manage to find my alcohol stash?" He asked.
"Ha, you know you have a really bad taste in alcohol... gross!" She slurred pointing at him before picking up the bottle again to take another drink.
"I think you've had enough of that." Luka stopped her actions and took the bottle out of her hands, screwing on the lid and smiling when she gave him a pout in responds.
"I'll tell you when I've had nuff..." When she went to pick up the bottle of whipped cream, Luka had intercepted her and moved it away from her gasp as well.
"And that too."
"You're no fun!" Her bottom lip quivered at him, hoping it would convince to give at least one bottle back to her.
"That's what they all say." He chuckled.
Getting up off the floor he placed the two bottles away, way out of reach from the bluenette. He paced back over to her and grabbed the phone also out of hands.
"Nooo!" She whined to him. "I was looking at that!"
"Looking over pictures of Adrien while you're in this state isn't such a good idea!" He told her, placing her phone in his back pocket before he picked her up bridal style.
"I was looking at other pictures as well!" Marinette hiccupped. "Wasn't I Tikki?" She looked towards her kwami for help.
"Hey! Don't drag me into this!" The little kwami piped from the kitchen bench, scoping out what Luka had brought back from the take away place. "I've been trying to get her off that floor this whole time!"
"Traitor!" The bluenette hiss, pointing daggers at her kwami as Luka took her towards his spare bedroom. The musician chuckled and Marinette hit his chest. "Shes lying, you know I wouldn't do that don't you!"
He continued to laugh despite the small whack to his chest in protest. "Okay, totally believe you." He smiled, not believing her at all but knew she wasn't in a state to argue with.
He got to the bedroom, leaning down to place her soundly on the bed. When she wouldn't let go his body gave out and fell partially on top of her, earning a loud bellow of laughter from below him.
"You did that on purpose." Luka popped his head up to look at her, earning a smirk and nod in responds.
Her eyes open and there was a glint of mischief staring back at him. "Maybe." Her voiced dipped like honey, her hand running over the back of his neck, sending shivers down his spine as she ran her fingertips through his hair.
This was a dangerous game.
"You need to get out of this dress before you ruin it and Bethany flips out!" He warned, trying to ignore the feeling she was giving him.
"Are you trying undress me Mr Couffaine?" Marinette laughed again but her eyes showed him a different set of emotions.
Although he did continue to keep up to her level.
"What you talking about? You should know I'm a gentlemen." He laughed, knowing their history together and how it was between them back then.
"Pfft!" The bluenette rolled her eyes at him before running her hand down his chest slow and painfully, earning a low groan from him above. "What I can remember is that you couldn't wait to get me out of my clothes." She purred.
His head dropped to her shoulder, hoping if he didn't look at her that he would have some self control, but Marinette had to whisper in his ear, tickling his lobe with her breath as she continued.
"If it were up to you I doubt I would have any clothes on in the first place." Her hand stopped at the hem of his pants, tougne wrapped around his lobe, getting another groan from him.
She had him right where she wanted him.
Luka struggled to pull himself up, it was torture how turned on she'd made him. But this wasn't right, Marinette wasn't in the right mind or conscience state for it to move any further.
He'd already made that mistake once when she was sad, when she'd first learned about Adrien's engagement, he wasn't going to let her emotional state take control again.
Luka stopped her hand from moving further into his pants and squinted his eyes shut so he could calm down before he said or did anything more.
Slowly he opened his eyes when he thought he had a bit more control, moving her hand completely away from his body. The bluenette looked at him confused before giving him another pout but Luka continued to look at her seriously before moving completely off of her.
He sat on the edge of the bed right next to her, running his hands down his face as he let out a sigh. "Marinette, you know we can't. I'm not going to let you make this mistake again!"
Her head followed him when he moved, her eyes were half lidded but he still notice her rolling her eyes at him. "I seem to make a lot of those lately!" She said with a yawn. "You would've thought I would've learn the first time when Adrien clouded my judgement... or the second or third..." She rambled off, turning back away from him and closing her eyes. "Whats another mistake going to... do..?"
A little snore sounded, her breathing steady. Marinette had passed out within seconds. He wasn't surprised, with the amount of alcohol she drank straight it would surely knock her.
She was covered in fabric, the dress sticking out at all ends. It was surprising in her state she wasn't suffercating under it all. He lifted her up and pulled the zipper down, slowly sliding the dress off her body, making sure he didn't tear it on the way down.
Marinette let out a little groan halfway through, tilting her head towards him and her arms going up behind her pillow to make herself comfortable. But she didn't wake from the movements.
After the dress was completely off of her body, the musician hung it up on a coat hanger and placed it away in his closet, grabbing a smaller size shirt on his way back to her room.
He somehow got the shirt over her body before she turned to her side towards him, humming happily with a smile in her sleep.
"Why... don't you... marry me?" She asked sleepily. The question took him by surprised, especially since her eyes were still closed.
Luka chuckled and kissed her forehead, getting another happy hum from her. "Because I like you too much." He smiled, moving her fringe to the side and out of her face.
Another snore sounded, making him gather she didn't hear his humorous responds. It didn't matter anyways, she would forget it all in the morning.
He knew how these things worked.
"Oww my head." Marinette groaned. Her feet touching the floor while she held her head in the palms of her hands.
This was not a good way to wake up! When did she start making a habit of this again? At the time it felt amazing but afterwards it felt like hell!
At least Hawkmoth didn't grace her with an akuma this time.
She let out a groan before getting up, her feet unsteady as she took a few steps. She tried to rub the sleep out of her eyes but stumbled when her foot caught onto something hard, making her fall face first onto the floor.
Laid out sprawled overtop of the lump Marinette could hear an unpleasant hiss before it moved underneath her. She took a blurry glace back to see what she had caught on and saw Luka's teal eyes starring back at her.
"Goodmorning." He groaned, trying to sit up on his elbows to get better bareings, he pinched the brim of his nose, trying to wake up properly before he continued. "Not the wake up call I pictured. Didnt expect you to fall for me again." He sleepily chuckled, earning a huff from the bluenette.
"Are you seri...?" She paused her sentence with a squeak, her face starting to turn beet red when she felt something hard flex underneath her stomach.
It didn't help that she practically fell into his lap.
Luka chuckled when Marinette scrambled off him. "Hey you can't blame me, It has a mind of its own."
"Clearly." Marinette grumbled, trying not to make eye contact with the musician while she sat on her knees on the floor.
"Breakfast?" Luka asked, smoothing the conversation to distract him from other things.
"Aspirn!" She deadpanned.
Aspirn and water it is." Luka got up first, holding his hand out for Marinette to take. She grabbed his hand, getting up off the floor only to realise she was in Luka's baggy shirt and had only underwear underneath.
Immediately Marinette face started turning pink and she gripped the end of the material, hoping to pull it down as far as possible so Luka didn't see a thing.
Who was she kidding, Luka had seen more than just a shirt on her when they use to date.
"We didn't..." Her sentence veered off, looking towards him with a panic look.
"No." He stated, getting a relived sigh from her. "You tired and fell asleep."
"Oh God." Marinette cried, hiding her face in her hands so he didn't see her embarrassment. "I'm so sorry."
"Its okay, you were having a rough night." He understood, giving her a supportive smile while they walked towards the kitchen.
Pushing over the cup of water and two tablets, Luka came around the kitchen bench and sat on the stool next to Marinette, watching as she threw back the tablets and chugged down the water quickly. It was a little bit of silence, playing around with the almost empty glass in front of her while she thought in what to say next after embarrassing herself majorly.
Even if he tried to reasure her he was cool with it.
Luka had given her a place to stay instead of her having to move back in with her parents. He was already being too generous with the job offer to get back on her feet and now this.
"You ready to face the music?" He asked, a sad smile graced his lips when she turned his way.
Marinette sighed, looking back at her glass again. "I don't think I'll ever be ready." She said honestly.
Luka put his hand over top of hers and said. "We will get through this... together!" As much as his words sounded reasurring in that moment, Marinette still had that doubt in the back of her mind.
She could do this...
Couldn't she?
(A/N) 2300 Words
• "Once I'm back we can pack and take an early trip to England. Sounds good?"
• "You got another suggestion? Or you here just to stock up on cheese?"
• "If you really believe you're doing the right thing, then you're right. You don't deserve her."
• "...Dude, you can't just go barging into Luka's Apartment!"
• "Leave me out of this! You can get piggytails without being Chat Noir!"
Shaz Out...