Autumn's Bounty (LukaxReader) (AdrienxReader)

Chapter Eighteen

(A/N: YALL i am so sorry if my writing is booty for a while, i have like zero inspo for good writing so im doing my best 😭

also get ready for some angst)

The thing about being a superhero that no one really talks about is how you have to go out, no matter the time of day or night, no matter how tired or busy you are, no matter how hard it is to raise your arm without ripping your stitches.
You don't get a day off, ever.
So when I woke up at 3 in the morning to screaming residents of paris and an unbelievably itchy wound, you can bet your ass I wanted to renounce my miraculous.

"Alright, let's get this over with." I sigh. "Calii, transform me!"

I guess one good thing about being transformed is that the magic of the suit is like a constant painkiller. If only it had anti-itch properties too.
To say this fight was difficult would be an understatement.
No Viperion in sight, go figure. I'm itchy, and being told over and over by Chat Noir to take it easy.
'Be careful!' He'd shouted in my direction for the seventh time in the past thirty minutes.

"Chat, I get it! I'm being as-" I swiftly dodge an incoming car thrown my way. "I can, lay off!" I shout.

"Be more careful, I don't want you to get hurt worse than you already are," He says, worry etched into his face.

At some point, the itching seemed to subside, and we finally captured the Akuma. Ladybug snatches it up in her yoyo, and restores Paris, yeah, yeah. You get the gist.

I finally climb through my window, exhausted. Flopping down onto my bed, I check the time.
4:50. Great. Almost two hours of my sleeping time interrupted by a giant telekinetic head.

I release my transformation, and breathe a heavy sigh.
"Calii, what am I going to do?" I mumble, fiddling with a stray thread on my pillow.

Calii stretches and curls up next to my head. "I don't know, Maybelle. I don't really understand how humans and their romantic connections work, so I can't give you any advice like I normally could."

I hum in response, and drift off into sleep once again.

Though, my sleep is more like a nap when my alarm clock blares an hour and a half later. I grumble and force myself out of bed, and get ready for the day.
On my silent walk to school I find myself missing the company Luka provides, the warmth and protection. Imagine my surprise when I look up from the ground to see Luka for the first time in days, whispering with Marinette on the stairs.
Marinette and Luka jump when they spot me, wide eyed and looking as if they'd just committed a horrible crime. Before they can utter a word I scoff, rolling my eyes as I pass them.

"M-Maybelle!" Marinette squeaks behind me, grabbing my hand. "Please, just hear him out, I promise you, nothing-"

But I snatch my hand away, ignoring the way my heart squeezes at the sight of her tired face. Knowing Marinette, she'd probably stayed up all night trying to find a way to fix things between Luka and I.

"I don't want to hear it, Marinette." I hiss, and walk away.
I'm not proud of my contempt, if anything it hurts more to lose Marinette than Luka. I sigh heavily as I sit down at my desk, the classroom is empty.
I resist the urge to scratch away at my stitches, opting to starting on some late homework instead.
Soft footsteps echo into the room, stopping before me. I look up, and to my dismay, it's Luka. He looks absolutely exhausted.
Heavy bags rest under his eyes, dark eyeliner smudged into his lash line. His lips are dry and raw, like he'd been biting them.

"I-I know you don't want to listen, Belle," he starts, staring at the ground. "But please, at least let me explain myself?"

"Sure," I laugh bitterly. "Go ahead and explain to me what she was doing, in your room, on your bed- with you- might I add. Explain to me why you held her hands the way you hold mine. Please, be my guest." I sneer.