Were you part of Shutterbug Station last year and wanted to join in again? Missed it and looking for a fun Maribat event to partake in?
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This year Shutterbug Station is taking place in July, a prompt released every Tuesday and Friday that will correspond to one of two teams: Angst v Fluff
Earn points for your team and have a little fun in this no pressure event! You can join at any time, leave at any time, and you can switch teams at any point. Prompts are spaced so you have breathing room and there’s always room for a little friendly competition if that suits you!
Document outlining the rules can be found HERE
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Sometimes it took some convincing to get Marinette to put her work down long enough to eat. Luka is always willing to put in the effort though.
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Prompt: Convincing them to eat
Luka ran cold water into the cullender, shuffling the leaves with his hand cleaning them. He shook it out and set it on the side, continuing putting the ingredients into the lasagna. When he was done, he popped it in the oven and washed his hands, hanging up the tea towel on the oven handle and headed to check in the room next door.
He stuck his head in the room, scanning it until his eyes landed on the person he was looking for. He smiled gently as he saw Marinette crouched at the bottom of a gown, embroidering the bottom with elegant golden flowers on top of the white fabric it already was. He tapped on the skirting board with the heel of his foot, grabbing her attention to where he was leaning against the doorframe.
“Luka! Hi! Sorry, were you talking to me?” Marinette ran her hand through her hair, pushing it up out of her eyes and back.
Luka tilted his head slightly as his smile grew soft, “No, I just came to tell you dinner was in the oven.”
“Oh ok.”
Luka looked around the room. It was kind of a mess. There was fabrics everywhere, bits and pieces spread across every available surface whether for comparison or colour matching or left over bits and bobs discarded. There was lace here and there and needles pinned into random places, one even stuck into the wall.
He shook his head fondly as Marinette went back to her work. He wandered around the room, picking up pieces here and there and making the room a little bit more organized. Enough to be safe at least. Once he was done, he left her to continue in peace, heading back to the kitchen and pulled out pie crust, chocolate pudding mix, and a medium sized pot. He set the pudding on the stove and went about making a chocolate cream pie. He put it in the freezer, knowing that they’d have to eat it a bit after dinner if they wanted it to be cold enough, and checked on dinner. He smiled and pulled out the lasagna, going about setting the table up for two.
Once he thought it was sufficient enough, he returned to Mari’s work room. He made sure his steps were heavier and knocked on the door frame so she wouldn’t be startled. As much at least. She still jumped and looked up at him which made him smile. She had pulled her hair up into a bun which reminded him vaguely of her hero form with the mouse miraculous. Multimouse certainly rated high on Luka’s “Marinette’s cutest looks” list. The space buns were absolutely precious.
“Dinner’s ready,” he spoke gently as he walked over, admiring the work she’d gotten done.
“I’m almost done,” Marinette turned back to her work even though Luka was right next to her, and she knew that he could see she was only just halfway through this.
“It’ll get cold.”
“I can nuke it.”
“Microwaved food isn’t as good as just out of the oven.”
“I’m almost done though,” She finally looked up at him, giving the blue haired boy the best pout she could muster.
“We both know that’s not true.”
Marinette’s shoulders dropped as she ducked her head.
Luka knelt down, bringing a hand to her chin gently pushing it up so their eyes met. He leaned forward until their lips pressed together in a soft kiss. He lingered for a moment before moving up to press one to her nose then her forehead then took her hands in his and brought them to her face and gave each back a kiss.
“Come. Take a break. For me?”
“You don’t play fair,” Marinette whispered, as if speaking louder would shatter the moment like glass.
“If it convinces you to care for yourself,” Luka matched her volume as he released one of her hands to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and pressing his palm to her cheek which she leant into, “I’d cheat every time.”
“That’s not very heroic of you.”
“I never claimed to be a hero.”
She pressed her lips to his once more, pulling away and looking intently into his eyes, “you didn’t have to. You prove it every day.”
Luka’s heart pattered harshly in his chest in a way that spread warmth from his cheeks to the tips of his fingers, a tingly feeling lighting him up and infecting his face and his head was fuzzy in what could only be described as love.
As cliche as it was, he fell in love with her more every day and he hoped- no… he knew he would never lose that feeling.
“Come,” a simple demand as he stood, pulling her up with him.
There was no protest this time, much to his delight as he led her out of the room, she had holed herself into all day long. And when she emerged, he grinned widely as her breath caught in her throat, a gasp exhaled past her lips.
“Luka…”
The dining table had candles set up lighting the room in a dim, homely light. The lasagna was presented on their best plates with a glass of white wine to pair with it, the bottle sitting in the middle of the table with the extra food. Red rose petals were spread across the floor and a vase also sat in the middle of the table with full ones. Nine roses in full bloom, a royal purple.
“There’s dessert in the freezer too. Your favorite,” Luka whispered into her ear as he pressed her into his side, arms wrapping behind her and situating themselves on her waist.
“Luka…” Marinette breathed, looking up at him. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes.
“Yes, my Melody?”
“It’s perfect.”
“Just like you,” he pressed a kiss to her head.
He was surprised when she suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and hands waving around frantically, “I can’t be here!”
“Why not?” the blue haired boy asked calmly. He was knowledgeable enough of her freak outs to know that she was not freaking out due to something he did wrong, but something she thinks is wrong with her.
“Look at me! I’m a mess!”
He shook his head in fond exasperation as he looked at her. She continued ranting, arms waving wildly, eyes wide, body swaying with her freak out. The way her hair stuck up in odd places, the way her eyes reflected the candlelight so beautifully, the way she was so worried about how she looked because she couldn’t see how perfect she was in his eyes.
“Marinette.”
“And don’t even get me started on…”
“Marinette,” he called again.
Marinette finally stopped, looking towards him. He kept up his smile as he slowly approached. He bent down, getting down on one knee and watching as her eyes lit up frantic for a completely different reason.
“My Melody, will you marry me?”
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Extra:
"I cannot believe you proposed to me while I was in sweatpants."
"I can."
Marinette scoffed, "Why? Because I'm beautiful no matter what?"
"Precisely."
Marinette ducked her head as she tried to repress her smile, "Sap."
They knew fate so well, enveloped it with a kindering warmth like no other, taking it by the hand and intertwining until fate was a matter of ash and dust left to blow in the wind of the forgotten centuries in the making of the people and places and things that no mortal, no soul, no god shall ever remember.
OR
They’re in love your honour. And I’m making that everyone’s problem.
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“Stay with me a while longer?”
Tim gave her a little smirk, “What? Afraid you’ll miss me?”
Marinette jabbed his side at the tease, struggling to contain the smile that wanted to stain her features, “Of course not. Purely for your own benefit of course.”
Tim nodded along as he sat back down on the couch, slipping back down next to her and letting the smaller figure tuck comfortably into his side.
“You always have my best interest in mind.”
“I really am a blessing aren’t I?”
“Oh now that’s a bit far,” Tim poked her stomach causing her to giggle, “maybe a pleasant surprise at most.”
“Basically a blessing then.”
Tim brought his arm up and wrapped it around her shoulders, letting his chin fall to the top of her head. He closed his eyes and hummed, neither agreeing nor denying.
They sat there for a while, drifting off to sleep in each other’s arms, content for the moment just to be with one another.
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There are two teams, Angst v. Fluff, and only you all can decide who shall be the true victor.
On each day a prompt will be revealed that corresponds with either Angst or Fluff depending on the day. Your goal is to create something that fulfills the prompt!
Trauma Train Tuesdays are dedicated to Angst prompts while Fluff Freight Fridays are for Fluff with some bonus prompts sprinkled in!
We’re aware full calendars can be daunting and too much for people so this gives people a chance at a break while also keeping them on their feet when the day arrives for their prompt to be revealed and gives them time to complete their prompts.
Choose which team you wish to support (you are allowed to join both), make content for them, and post! If you post it on the day their prompt is revealed, you’ll get an additional 5 points.
Guidelines:
• You do not have to sign up to join
• To be counted, all works must be submitted with links in the provided form X
• You do not need to be in the server to participate! Just tag correctly, add fics to the ao3 collection, and be sure to submit the link in the form for it to be counted
• While we are a Timari Server and would love more Timari content, we are aware of the constraints of that and absolutely support other pairing submissions
• Any creative works are accepted
• Label your works correctly
• Follow the prompts, but each person is given 10 free cards (10 things can be submitted that do not use the prompts)
• You can join at any time!
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