Hi! The new story was originally primsgirl89 I adopted it from her, I made minor changes to it, but the first 6 chapters are hers and then after that, it's my imagination! And let me just say something real quick it's important, it is NOT okay to judge someone for something for what they feel or write if you don't like Lukanette too bad don't read the story, but don't put others done because of it. Anyway...R&R


Marinette wasn't a girl many would pay attention too for she was a rather quiet and shy girl. She wouldn't say her life was terrible because of the fact she really liked her life the way it was. Despite the fact she has a bully, Chloe Bourgeois, who wasn't a very good bully since she was able to go to school and love her quiet life. Chloe wasn't important enough for Marinette to pay attention to.

So, when Marinette just walked away from Chloe to go to her favorite spot at the park, where her inspiration would be modeled again, Chloe just huffed and began to speak with her best friend Sabrina. Chloe also happened to be friends with her inspiration, Adrien Agreste, he's a model for Gabriel Agreste and happens to also be his son. She loves seeing the types of things that Gabriel would come up with for Adrien that day. Today, if she remembered correctly, was a more punk theme of clothing.

She came so often that the photography crew grew to recognize her and make a place for her to sit herself down. The black-haired teen would bring freshly baked macarons for each member of the crew, she would even sneak one to Adrien every so often. When she got to the park, she saw a small boy being cornered by older men, looking ready to attack.

No one was around and she felt that she had to do something, and she would have if not been for the boy with black hair; the tips dyed a light blue. The boy stood in front of the small kid and glared; his blue eyes burned like the hottest flames known to man. She noticed that he looked as if he had already been into a fight beforehand with all the blood and bruises all over him.

"Touch this kid and you die." The teen growled. He took off his jean jacket leaving himself in a black t-shirt and leather pants. Gripping his knuckles, he cracked them, "I promise you that."

The men just looked at the teen, only to scamper off a moment later. He sighed and looked back at the shaking kid; she couldn't tell what he looked like since he had his back to her. Clearly, the child was terrified, so she walked over with a small smile on her face.

"Hello there," Marinette said to the two.

The teen glared up at her as he then stood up straight, "What the hell do you want?"

"To help," She said as she squats down to grab a macaron from her bag. She always brought extra, "This is for your bravery." The child, who had blonde hair and brown eyes, looked up at her than the other teen before stepping closer to Mariette to take the treat. "Is your Mommy here?"

The kid shook his head, "She's at home, but she said she would get me when Daddy called her to get me."

"Then where is your father?" The teen asked the child who kept close to Mariette. The child hadn't responded but, he did seem more comfortable now that Marinette was around.

"Here," Marinette held a pack of wipes in her hand, "Let me help you…?"

"Luka," Luka said gruffly. Instead of allowing Marinette to help, he snatched to pack of wipes from her.

"I can take this little guy home if you can do me a favor?" Marinette said.

"What the hell do you want?" he says gingerly wiping the wounds on his face but winced quite a lot. Eventually, he gave up when it was clear that he couldn't do it himself.

"Take my things over by the fountain," she quickly wrote a note on a piece of paper, "And give the people this note, I'll only be a few minutes,"

Nodding he took her things, surprisingly gentle. She then took the child towards his home, which was quite literally across the street from the park. When she was directed by the child to a door. Marinette told the mother everything that she had seen, but she was surprised to find that the father had apparently been home the whole time. The mother looked at the father and kicked him out then and there.

"You said he wasn't there when you went to the park not even ten minutes ago!" She screamed at him.

Not wanting to hear anything she said goodbye to the child and the mother before going to the park, where she wanted to be. Upon arrival she saw that the crew members were staying away from Luka as he sat near her things, Adrien was behind him with a sad smile. To her, it looked like Luka wanted to rip the blonde's head off, so when she reached the group she went straight to Luka.

"Hey," she spoke lightly, "Thank you so much. Um, let me do something for you…please?"

When he didn't reply she grabbed the wipes, but it seems the photographer wanted her to change into an outfit for a moment. "You, stay." She ordered.

Luka growled at being ordered at what to do, but he did it only because he wanted to be around the black-haired girl with the prettiest bluebell eyes he had ever seen. When she was sent back out, she was in a hot pink silk tank top with an elbow-length black leather jacket with diamonds on the collar. Her high waist black pants showed off her form perfectly, but even though the ankle boots were simple, they seemed to tie the outfit together wonderfully.

It was a good effort on the whole punk theme of this shoot that the blonde kid told him about, but her outfit could use some more details. The blonde was already in a changing area, so it was only the girl and him.

Sighing, Luka got up and pulled the girl to the hair and make-up area. He found hair chalk and he began to put it in her bangs and the tips of her hair; after straightening the hair that was tied in twin tails. His hair chalk was bright pink, so it went with the outfit. "Uh, what are-."

"Shut up," he grumbled, "They fucking suck at this style."

"But I," again he interrupted her. Only this time he kissed her, hoping that it would be enough to keep her quiet long enough for him to do his work.

Fuck that hurt my busted lip, he hissed painfully. He did her make-up. Typical. He went over to her things and grabbed his jacket, ready to leave.

Wait!" He stopped, "I still want to help you."

Fine…tell me your name."

"Marinette," she breathed as she got out the wipes and bandages once more. "I live above the Dupain-Cheng Bakery, I'm actually the daughter of the owners." She was gentle and careful when she cleaned up the wounds on his face. Her eyes focused on the cuts and bruises as she worked.

"Looks like this one going to need stitches," she grabbed the needle and some medical thread she carried around with her. "I usually keep these with me in case I cut myself on a beaker again, among other reasons. This might pinch a lot."

And a lot it did, Luka hissed lightly when she punctured his skin with the now sterilized needle into his tender skin. But she was quick and neat about it so that it wasn't long before she finished her work and placed some cream and bandages on his face.

Uh," Luka looked away with a light blush on his cheeks, "thanks."

"No problem." She smiled and gave him her water bottle, "I hope we meet again, but both of us unharmed."

Her grin made him want to leave, it was too pure for this dark and evil world.


Done with the first chapter! The next chapter will be sometime next week. Review Fav and Follow! Have a good night/day.

-Victoria=)