So I was listening to Meant to be Yours from Heathers, and I thought, "What if Veronica gave in to the evil, convinced JD was the only one who could truly love her the way he does, and is unable to let go of him?" *silently admits she's never seen Heathers, just heard the songs*

And Luka and Marinette popped into my head because I've become Lukanette trash at this point, and I don't think much could change that now.

Here's what my jacked up little brain wrote up; a Heathers(ish) AU with a twist.

Luka burst through her house, the anger at having Marinette run from him overcoming his voice of reason. "All is forgiven, baby~!" he called out from the entryway. He began to stalk his way to the staircase that led up to her room. "Come out and get dressed! You're my date tonight!" He slammed open the trapdoor to find the room empty. The closet, he thought, climbing up into her room and stalking towards the closet door decorated with photos and cute stickers. He jingled the doorknob, but Luka found that it was locked. He banged on the door, hearing a tiny squeak inside.

"You chucked me out like I was trash. For that, you should be dead. But, but, but. Then it hit me like a flash, what if high school went away instead? Those assholes are the key. They're taking you away from me! They made you blind, messed up your mind! But I can set you free!"

On the other side of the door, as Luka revealed his grand scheme, Marinette covered her mouth in shock, unable to fully process the information. Was he seriously going to get rid of the whole school? He was blaming the entire school for their falling-out? Didn't he see it was his actions that were causing her this grief? But how would he do it? He couldn't seriously kill everyone there like he did to— Marinette's head spun just thinking about it.

The teal-haired boy pressed his forehead to the closet door, lightly scratching it with his black-painted nails as a few tears slipped down his cheeks. "You left me, and I fell apart. I punched a wall and cried." He banged on the door with his fist a few times to emphasize the point. "Then I found you changed my heart and set loose all this truthful shit inside." Luka was only speaking the truth. He loved Marinette more than anything he could ever hope to love. She showed him that relying on his emotions could be a good thing. She gave him passion, joy, love, and so many things he never thought he could feel for anyone else. Marinette was the light that his darkness was drawn to. He needed her. "Marinette, baby, please. Don't do this to me. I love you, angel, I really do. No one could ever love you the way I do right now! Don't you get it? Everything I've done is for you!"

Marinette's mind was reeling as she sat in a fetal position with her back against the closet door. Whenever Luka said he loved her, worshiped her even, it always set her heart aflutter. Even now, with the knowledge that Luka had unstable tendencies, her heart couldn't help but sing when he said those three words filled with such passion. Even now, not a hint of malice laid in those three words. Had he truly been nothing but a psychopath? Was she simply a catalyst, a justifiable excuse for his actions? Or did he really do everything out of his love for her? Would anyone else in the world love her just as much as Luka claimed he did?

But Luka wasn't done with his little monologue, unintentionally giving his angel all the answers to the questions she's been thinking. "And so I built a bomb. Tonight our school is Vietnam! Let's guarantee they never see their senior prom!" He took a photo off her closet door and held it tightly in his hand, the sticky tape still attached to the painted wood. It was of him and Marinette, smiling as he wrapped one arm around her. Her arm was extended out of the shot since she was the one taking the picture. He wanted those moments back. "I was meant to be yours," he whispered softly with his cheek against the closet door, "We were meant to be one. Don't give up on me now. Finish what we've begun…" He waited for a moment but was only met with silence. "Come on, Mari. I was meant to be yours. We're destined to be. Don't let this tear us apart."

Luka backed away from the door, losing himself in his fantasies. He imagined Marinette was right there, dancing with him. They could accomplish so much together, as the team they were fated to become. "We'll watch the smoke pour out the doors. Bring marshmallows; we'll make s'mores. We can smile and cuddle while the fire roars!"

The pigtailed girl pulled his knees closer to her chest, imagining a similar picture to Luka's fantasies. She imagined herself outside the closet, securely in Luka's arms. She imagined them together, cuddling in front of a fire. But it was the fire of a log cabin, far away from society or anything that would try to tear them apart. She didn't want to. She didn't want to love him as much as she still did. But Luka changed her just as much as she apparently changed him. She loved him with all her heart. It still beat for him like no other. And if being willing to kill someone for your significant other's happiness was the extent of true love, then Luka was the only one who loved her. Her closest friends abandoned her for the popular crowd. No guy ever treated her like a girl, much less an attractive woman.

"I was meant to be yours! We were meant to be one! I can't take it alone! Finish what we've begun! Please, Marinette! Please, baby!" Luka banged his fist on the closet door once again, his tears falling freely as his other hand jiggled the handle in a fruitless effort to open the door. "You were meant to be mine! I am all that you need! You carved open my heart! Please don't leave me to bleed!" Luka banged the door harder, almost pleading to be let in. "Marinette…open the door please. Mari, can we not fight anymore, please? Marinette…sure, you're scared. I've been there. But I can set you free!" By now, with still no response from his love, Luka backed up, his fists balled angrily. "Marinette, don't make me come in there! I'm gonna—"

His words were cut off as he heard the soft click of a lock. He stood still, his hopes once again coming back. "Luka…?" he heard her whisper. It sounded so nice to hear his name from her lips again.

"I'm right here, angel," he said, holding his arms out in a wide gesture, like he was ready for her to embrace him.

"I…I wanted to ask you something… And be honest."

"Of course."

There were a few seconds of pause before Marinette spoke. "Do you really love me?"

Luka's face brightened, a sparkle returning to his teal eyes. "Of course, angel! More than anything. I've always had you on my mind; whatever I did, wherever I went!"

"…Could you back up from the door just a bit…?"

Luka's smile shifted downward, as did his arms, at her odd request. He didn't really want to do it, but he had a switchblade in his pocket in case she got hostile. But Luka hoped things wouldn't take a turn from the ugly. "…Sure."

The teal-haired boy backed up about a foot more from where he was already standing, giving a decent amount of distance between him and the door. He waited silently, his hand inching toward his back pocket. But before he could reach it, the closet door burst open and he was tackled by Marinette. For a moment, Luka thought she was trying to attack him. But the wetness on his shirt and the sound of sniffling blew that idea up in smoke. The pigtailed girl clutched at the back of his jean jacket tightly, burying her face in his chest. Luka quickly wrapped his arms around her, pulling his light close to his heart, once again beating fiercely for her.

"I love you!" Marinette shouted as she cried. "Don't leave me! Don't ever leave me!"

"Never," Luka promised.

Her soft hands touched his cheeks and pulled him down, their lips meeting in a sweet kiss. Luka moved one hand to the back of her neck, tilting her back as he deepened the kiss. Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head a little to the left, keeping him close like she afraid he'd disappear. She kissed him over and over, blue meeting blue through half-lidded eyes. Her angelic voice whispered "I love you" between each kiss.

He broke apart but keep his love in his arms. "Now, let's show those assholes they can't mess with my girl." He held her hand in his, heading towards the door.

But Marinette stayed planted to the spot. "Wait!"

"What is it?" Luka asked, his grip on her hand tensing slightly. What was she planning?

"You said it yourself! Our love is god! Think about it! We can leave this place behind, start fresh! This place was destined to rot from the inside anyway." Ah, there was that cute rambling of hers. He thought he'd never hear it again. But she was bringing up some valid points. "We can pick out a new town, cleanse the corruption there. No one would get in the way of our love ever again. We'd be the gods of the new city!"

Luka, without warning, burst out in laughter. It felt like tinkling bells and a raging fire at the same time. "Now you're speaking my language, baby!" He pulled her in, giving her a twirl until her back was to his chest. "We'll build our brand new city, free of any bastards who defy us! Angel, I'm just falling more and more in love with you!" And with his lips on hers once more, their fates were sealed.

I don't know what's wrong with my head. I'm a total crybaby when it comes to horror movies, literally crying and getting nightmares. And yet, I play psychological horror games and read stories with character deaths for funzies. And I can go to sleep like a happy baby too. What's wrong with that picture?

I don't know if I'm going to write a second chapter highlighting their life together as they go on to kill for the sake of Luka's "justice."

Remember, kittens. Reviews bring smiles and with those smiles comes motivation to write! Thank you!

I'm glad I sent in that request. Now Luka is an official character and I don't have to list him as OC. You're welcome to all the writers who felt the same.