"If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, a hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...if you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, for we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in!" - Shel Silverstein
....I was trying to be witty. That's not very witty. Hi, guys, I'm Ver, and as you can see I make bad jokes. 😂
This is my personal blog, so it tends to be a hodgepodge of multifandom whatever that catches my fancy? Yes, I do post fics here instead of maintaining a separate writing blog. I'm a bit of an anal retentive with OCD tendencies, so I'm usually pretty good about labelling and tagging. I'm mostly writing/posting Miraculous Ladybug these days (mostly Lukanette, mostly ignoring everything after S3, mostly living in my own fanon that finds Lukanette with a House Band on a Misfit Farm, mostly not a fan of Adrien/Chat Noir), but I am a chronically obsessed fangirl and you never know what's gonna pop up here.
I can be found on Ao3 under verfound. I do not post on the Pit/FF.net anymore, but I've been there under Veritas Found since 2001 (and am slowly moving those fics over to the Archive). On here, my fics can be found under #ver fic (the posts always link to the Archive). I also write explicit fic sometimes, which is found at #ver's lemonade stand (and because I think I'm funny, sometimes #lulu lemon). I'm awful about maintaining masterposts, but I do have this handy Chronological Guide for Winters that I'm trying to keep up with? I also doodle sometimes, which can be found under the tag #ver draws (seeing a pattern yet? 😂). I also have this handy guide for the House Band ages.
Aaaand I think that's everything? Oh. Yeah. Dingo King is my dumbass son, I'm only a little sorry, and I have no problem with people kidnapping him - I just ask to be credited and a link? (I maintain a collection on Ao3 I like to keep the fics in so people can find him in one place.) Same applies to Bri and the Band. C:
Ask box is always open. I try to respond in a timely fashion, but that doesn't always happen and I do apologize for that. 🖤 I think that's the important stuff? Idk. I always feel like I'm forgetting something. Someone will call me out on it later I'm sure. 😂
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God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.
Characters/Pairings: Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: General
Summary: Marinette’s been having a Day, and she’s pretty sure her luck can’t get much worse – until maybe it does (not?).
Author’s Notes/Warnings: 🙃
“I Think I Can Help”
Marinette stomped back to her car, grumbling the entire way. She had left the boot open, and that just made her grumble even more as she reached up to slam it shut with one hand. The other reached up to her forehead as she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and held it for a moment. She pinched the space between her eyebrows, rubbing little circles into it as she released the breath. Without a second glance, she spun on her heel and stomped back over to the driver’s side.
Wordlessly, she slid into the seat, locked her fingers around the steering wheel in a death grip, and screamed – which was fine, really, because the doors and windows were closed and she’d also thumped her head against the center of the wheel, sounding the horn loud and long enough to drown out the scream for any (potentially concerned) passersby.
…or should have, except the universe apparently frickin’ hated her today, because the next thing she knew someone was tapping on the window.
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Summary: A pink swarm of tiny ladybugs swirled through the city for the umpteenth time. Death Note transformed, collapsing into a sobbing businessman. Just another bad day in Paris. Except, for the first time ever, the miraculous ladybugs had left something behind.
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"The notes aren't gone." Ladybug's heart pounded in her chest. It couldn't be true, could it?
"What do you mean?" Viperion's smile melted into concern.
"I cast the cure. The Akuma is cleansed, the city is fine, but..." Ladybug gestured around the city.
People were still staring at, many of them crying over, the terrifying black slips of paper in their hands.
Aghast, Viperion looked down at the crumpled piece of black paper in his hand. He hadn't forgotten it, but he had cast it from his mind as untrue, impossible, even. His heart sank at the sight of it still gripped between his hand and his lyre,"...But the notes aren't gone."
Ladybug stared at the piece of paper that had survived the ladybug "cure." Death Note had been a formidable Akuma, but the fight was nothing compared to what had been left behind.
Viperion was breathing hard, looking at her like his world had just fallen off its axis. She recognized it because the look in his eyes matched the feeling in her heart.
"Mari—"
"I have to go." She swung away, desperate to get out of sight before sobs overtook her.
She felt like a coward as she dropped through her skylight and into her room, transforming into herself as she hit the mattress. She should have stayed with Luka, should have talked to him about the notes, about what it meant for them. Instead, she studied her note.
The paper was thick and deep black, both the dramatic heading and the rest of the type stood out in stark white contrast. The font, whatever it was, felt ominous.
DEATH NOTE
The one you love most will meet their end while you hold their hand
It had been bad enough reading it as Ladybug. It was ten times worse as Marinette. As Ladybug, she worried about dropping someone… but she had shunted that idea aside as she scrambled to do her job; defeat the akuma, reset the city, save Paris. But she hadn't. The letter remained, and now she had to see it as Marinette. How was she supposed to go through life afraid to hold the hand of the people she loved most?
The idea of watching the person she loved most dying while she couldn't do anything to stop it was heart-shattering. But to avoid touching her parents? Her friends? What about romance? If she had kids, who would hold their hands while they crossed the street? How could she? How could she not?
She barely felt the mattress under her back as she stared at her ceiling. It felt like she was floating in a sea of oppressive cotton wool, disconnected from reality and trapped in a nightmare.
Her voice came out small, broken. "Can an Akuma really predict how we die, Tikki?"
Tikki appeared, her bright blue eyes staring down at her, wide and appalled. "I don't know, Marinette. Miraculous magic is pretty powerful, but it wasn't meant to be used like this."
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Luka's hands were lodged solidly in his pockets the next time Marinette saw him, which was weird, but good. It would have been easy to reach for him, to hold his hand while they meandered towards the Liberty together.
He'd started meeting her after school just a week ago. When she'd finally gotten up the nerve to tell him how she felt. Had finally been ready to listen when he told her that his feelings had only ever deepened.
It was silly, how right it had felt. After all her awkwardness, after her crush on Adrien, after pushing back against the idea that she couldn't have love and happiness and be Ladybug at the same time. But the moment Luka had told her that she was the only girl he'd ever loved, she knew, deep down and forever, that she wasn't going to love anyone else the way she loved Luka.
They were too young. They had so much time ahead of them. But she had seen a lot as Ladybug, and Marinette had learned to trust her intuition. Everything in her said Luka was it. He was her person. Her greatest love. And now, it was he who would die while she held his hand.
Unless she didn't. If she never held Luka's hand, then he wouldn't die on her arm.
(Reddit was filled with threads about the notes. Plans on how to avoid their terrible fates. Avoiding ladders, staying away from ice, and carefully orchestrated warnings for the people they loved most. All she had to do was give up the love of her life, and Luka would be effectively immortal.)
An itch to reach into Luka's pocket to hold his hand made her stuff her own hands into her pockets. Not today, death note.
She glanced up where he was walking by her side. He still looked as freaked out as she felt, but at her glance, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, tugging her close. She had to tell him. "I can't ever hold your hand again," Marinette whispered, her throat tight.
He stopped, holding her in place, and turned to face her. Luka's hand slipped from her shoulder to slide down her arm, but she twitched away when his fingertips grazed her cuff.
"Luka, please don't. I can't... I don't want..." She sucked in a breath, trying to keep from crying. She didn't want to break up with him, but that had to be better than causing his death, right?
"My note…" her voice broke, and the splintered word hung in the air. The words death note had become a threat overnight, and she had no idea how to mitigate that threat.
"Mari, I want to hold your hand more than anything..."
She shook her head, swallowing hard. "More than you want to live?"
Luka pulled her into a hug. "I know it's crazy, but yeah. I kinda do. But not more than I want you to live."
Confusion fizzed through her veins. She looked up, her chin resting against his chest. "What?"
Luka stepped back and pulled a crumpled piece of black paper from his pocket. Reluctantly, he held it out to her. She took it gingerly, careful not to touch his fingertips.
DEATH NOTE
The one you love most will meet their end while you hold their hand
Luka's note was identical to hers.
She looked up, horrified. The look in Luka's eyes was pure torture.
Marinette shook her head, willing the world to go back to normal. Back to a time before death notes, before akumas, and superheroes. "Maybe you'll love someone more than you love me."
"Maybe I won't." The depth behind his words took her breath away.
Her voice caught in her throat, making her words come out in a raspy whisper. "Maybe we'll be old and gray before it happens."
"Maybe. That would be a good way to go." The smile on his face was wistful. Pained.
"Yeah." Marinette liked the idea of a long life with Luka at her side. But she wasn't quite eighteen yet, and death was already hovering over her.
"Might be worth taking a chance on," Luka said softly, maybe even longingly.
She shook her head. She'd seen too many things during her tenure as Ladybug. The last thing she wanted to do was take a chance on Luka's life. Especially considering she still wanted his life to be her future.
She straightened. Took a breath, and offered a hopeful smile. "We could just… not hold hands. I'm sure we could manage. We'll do it backwards. Kiss now, do everything else… and then when my hair is too gray, and I'm blind from sewing too much…"
Luka smiled softly. "And my hearing is shot…"
"…And when we're really, really old. When we're ready…"
Luka brushed her bangs to the side of her face, his hand lingering as it ran softly down to her jaw. "…Then we could hold hands."
Marinette leaned into his hand. Conscious of his warmth, of the way he cradled her, of the care he took to brush her pesky tears away. How could she love anyone more than the way she loved Luka?
And how could she stay with him, knowing she would be his end?
She pulled away, shaking her head. "We can't. I don't want to watch you die, Luka."
Luka reached for her, but didn't touch her. "Mari. Sweetheart. I don't want to think of the end either, not before we've had the beginning and the middle. But I'd rather die holding your hand to tomorrow, than live a life without you in it."
Luka captured her face with his hands and leaned down, pressing his lips to hers.
A sob escaped her chest as she returned the kiss, desperate for the future they had chosen only the week before. If only.
(I couldn't make up my mind, so you get to choose which one to share about)
Both are just notes, apparently, without anything actually written in them 😂
Dress to Kill is a Juleka & Marinette getting ready for a date? Not sure if it's a double date or separate dates on same night & they're just helping each other primp (bc ew I love you but no double dates with my brother gross). I just wanted some Jules & Mari bonding that led to breaking Luka & Rose's brains 😂 (Luka: "...Rose, next date, we need to get back at them for being so gorgeous." Rose: "...sure. Right. If we survive this.")
Paper Notes in Swan Minor is...angry at me now that I'm looking at it again & going oh yeah... 😂 There were these origami towels, right, and Quick's "Couffaines Take All The Classes" headcanon, and essentially Marinette is Stressed AF, right? Lycée's just started, Whatever-moth is still going hard, and she's just burnt out & tired. Stuff Happens that lead to Luka leaving little origami swans in her locker? Except the swans have little notes in them. Little bits of encouragement & affection. (“Your smile lights up my day. I haven’t seen it as often lately. I hope your day is amazing so you can smile again. C: “)
And it all just kinda spirals on him. She can't figure out who's leaving the notes, he's scared to tell her it's him, and things just kinda get out of control. He comes clean eventually, but it takes a hot minute to get there. (This might be the one that "I couldn't be one more burden for you"/"you're not a burden" bit came from. I know I've used that line before & it's just sitting here in the notes like shut up, Luka 😂
(He also took a calligraphy class at some point, and he's writing the notes in calligraphy so Marinette won't recognize his writing. Bri, Rose, and Juleka are all fervently screaming "YOU'RE AN IDIOT" in the background 😂)
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FIC: "The Blushing Not-Bride" (MLB/Lukanette, JuleRose)
Characters/Pairings: Ivan Bruel, Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Rose Lavillant; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Rose Lavillant/Juleka Couffaine
Rating: Teen & Up
Summary: It was a harmless little suggestion. It was a beautiful day, spring was in the air, and Rose just wanted to serenade her girlfriend with silly love songs. She hadn’t meant to get Ideas in Marinette’s head, and she certainly hadn’t meant for Luka to see those ideas…
Except now that he has…well. Is it really such a bad thing?
Author’s Notes/Warnings: According to my notes, this started with an IG Nerd sent me about a girl who met this guy and three days later found this wedding dress super cheap and bought it, and he teased her about it when he found out – until they ended up married & it was totally their dress. This isn’t exactly that, but it’s kinda in the spirit. 😂
(I’m just gonna post and run, because March was hard and my confidence is shot and if I let myself overthink it it’ll never see the light of day. Cool? Cool.)
“The Blushing Not-Bride”
“Don’t you just love springtime in Paris?” Rose sighed dreamily as she leaned against the railing of the bow, her arms dangling over the edge and swaying with the breeze. “The weather…”
“The sunburn,” Juleka drawled.
“…the flowers…” Rose continued, ignoring her girlfriend’s comment.
“The allergies,” Juleka added, sharing a grin with Marinette, who giggled and ducked behind her sketchbook.
“…the romance,” Rose said, turning towards her girlfriend and lifting an expectant eyebrow. Juleka sighed and slumped back against the rail.
“Ok, fine, you’ve got me there,” she sighed. Rose giggled and leaned closer, pecking a kiss against her cheek and drawing the faintest hint of color to her pale face.
“I’ve always got you, my dear Juleka,” she quipped. She winked at her, and the pink in Juleka’s cheeks darkened. “Especially in the romance department.”
Rules: In a new post, show the last three lines you wrote or the last thing you drew, and tag as many people as you feel like!
I got tagged by @smileytrinity (I hope that tags right Tumblr's being weird), aaaaaand bc the last lines were technically the last lines of the doc and I don't wanna give them away yet...I'll do the last three lines I was editing? That works, right? 😂
“…can…can we just…not make a big deal about this?” she asked, her voice almost as quiet as Juleka’s. He frowned, glancing down at the bag. “Please?”
No pressure @mintaka14 @goldenlaurelleaveswrites aaaand whoever else wants to? (Trinity got it from Rierse so it doesn't feel fair tagging her 😂🖤)
i mean they did also kill jesus. that was a pretty significant thing that happened. like i understand where you’re coming from here but they very much did kill jesus.
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