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purplerose244 · 3 years

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It was always you

Hello everyone!! 😊

I’m a bit late but I really wanted to contribute to the @lukadrien-june event, I hope this is okay! Based on the third prompt, while throwing in some character study for sunshine boy! 💛

Enjoy!! 😙😙

Summary: Love was supposed to be easy, at least in his head. A pure perfect fairy tale... except it was not. Adrien takes probably more time to realize it than other people but he is getting there. Especially not alone.

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If there was one thing that Adrien wished he had known, before giving up homeschooling once and for all and finally starting to build a life, was that loving wasn’t nearly as simple and dreamlike as his extremely well-developed imagination had led him to believe. He truly wished that he could borrow Bunnix’ Miraculous sometimes, just to head back to that room where he used to spend his entire time on his own dreaming of himself and his soulmate and getting married at sight, and tell him that if living was hard outside, heart matters were even harder.

Love wasn’t that ideal, it wasn’t reductive.

It wasn’t nearly that basic either. It took him a while, but he had figured it out.

It had all started with Ladybug of course, most of his new experiences in the real world had started with her. He had fallen in love with her pretty much two days after meeting her… granted, being stuck into his own house for years thinking of himself as a poor prince in waiting of a savior rather than a knight out to get the princess, might had developed in him a bit of an eagerness for romance. She was smart, beautiful, courageous, resourceful and a hero, what was there not to love? Besides they were Chat Noir and Ladybug, they were meant to be… because… that was Ladybug. The moment he had realized how much he loved that image – if he used to fantasize before looked at him now –, and how he had started to slowly care less and less about knowing what was hiding behind it, that was the dealbreaker. He didn’t want to be in love with a figure, an icon for Paris, because it was what all people had always reduced him to. It would have not been a good way to start, and it would have not been fair for her either.

Getting over all those dreams about the marriage, the children and the hamster – oh the hamster, heart stay still – that he had wished for so intensely had been… easy? Not exactly, but smooth. A strong emptiness and pain that had slowly faded away with time. After all, Ladybug was never going to be far from him, and she cared about him a lot, he knew that much. He could love her, no matter what, no matter in what way.

After that singular and very one-sided experience, a spectacular sequence of disasters had made him slowly and steadily feel aware of how much messier the concept of relationships really was. One thing was dodging Chloe’s overly affectionate tendencies or his fans’ intense assaults over him; the other realizing that Kagami was ready to commit into something he wasn’t sure of, that Lila was still somehow convinced that he wanted something to do with her after all of her lies – for a fox this sly she sure was in denial… why did that sound hypocrite? –, and that Marinette had apparently harbored feelings for him almost as soon as they had met – oh yeah that was why. Life, a real, multifaced, worth living life was chaotic and confusing, it hurt, and it saddened, and he was behind everyone, struggling like mad to catch up.

Rejecting so many people he cared about had been awful. Some of his closest friends, all important parts of his life in different ways, and all because he wasn’t smart enough to understand feelings and his own clearly weren’t right. When Marinette had smiled at him with tears in her eyes, saying that it was okay and that she understood, Adrien had decided that it was enough. He wasn’t going to attempt anything else, if it always ended up with hurting someone he cared about.

He could deal with his feelings on his own, he always did, without paining anyone. There was no problem anyway, after Ladybug no one had ever shaken his heart.

No one, no one at all… and during that time, between slowly realizing that perhaps looking for wedding rings after two days sounded a little unreasonable and somehow managing to hate his face plastered all over Paris even more than before, the Music Festival had occurred, along with the awakening of Captain Hardrock. The famous tripping over the bridge had happened, a goofiness that had somehow gotten him into a band.

Him had happened. The charming, kind, intriguing guitarist of the Liberty, that had welcomed him the moment he had been there.

Luka Coffaine.

… Adrien was starting to hate his heart a little bit.

Luckily or unluckily, around that time he had found himself too caught up in his and other people’s messes to even realize how he had always unconsciously smiled at the boy whenever he was there, and how it had become normal for him to stay with him after band practice, without caring on how father could had reacted to his delay – just how dense was he about his feelings… never mind. It took Lila to finally focus on something other than plotting, Chloe to start paying attention to her own life instead of worsening others, and Marinette and Kagami to begin exchange sweet looks for him to finally find some normality to think – and develop an extremely intense fanboy soul.

Enough to realize that ever since Desperada, with the brilliant introduction of Viperion to the team, Adrien had found himself as Luka’s confidant, the only one besides Ladybug aware of his secret identity. Exciting stories, confessions, insecurities, all while the guitarist was making such an effort to communicate with words, because he trusted him enough not to judge his mind.

And Adrien was enjoying the confidence, the vicinity. A lot. Truly a lot.

… way too much for it to be normal.

It had woken him at night. He had teared up in his bed, curled on one side while Plagg had been purring next to his ear all night. It was the first time that being in love had felt this terrifying. He didn’t want to mess everything up, not again, not with Luka. The freedom he felt with being on the Liberty, the time spent with his friends in the band, the warming welcome he had always received from captain Anarka and Juleka – and by extension Rose, those two always came in pair –, and every single moment spent without having to care about who he was and what did he represent because Luka didn’t care about covers, he cared about the real music coming from people. Everything could disappear in a moment.

With that set of mind, he had spent some of the most tense moments of his life, constantly pondering about what to do next. What exactly was a person supposed to do if he liked another without making a mess? What was the alternative to confess his undying love and hope to plan a wedding at the end of his studies? Was there an alternative??

His anxious attitude had inevitably gotten the attention of his group of friends, that for some miracle hadn’t gotten tired of his denseness, especially Marinette. She hadn’t seemed to care much, especially not while distractively holding the amulet Kagami had made for her – somehow love life had made the fencer even deadlier during practice, like she was fighting was someone, impressive. It had taken them to bribe him with a new recipe of croissants from the Dupain-Cheng bakery to be forced to talk, a necessity that had exploded out of his lips the moment his friends had been gathered on Marinette’s bed to listen. The sweets had been amazing. Just a bit salty… but that was probably because he hadn’t been able to talk without tearing up all over the food.

At the end of the discussion, Marinette had squeaked so loudly his ears had started to ring.

“You have to confess and get together, you two would be a great couple!” To which he had responded that he didn’t want to risk it, especially since he didn’t know how it was going to end.

Alya had slammed her hands over her own knees – ouch –, standing up.

“You have to man up! Don’t think about what could happen, go for it and make him yours!” To which he had said that he didn’t want to be insensitive again in case it didn’t go well – also that that kind of wording was a little confusing, enough to turn him bright red.

Then Nino had looked up from his phone, looking a little baffled. He had changed too, considering that love matters used to make him all nervous.

“Why don’t you ask him out first and see how it goes from there? You don’t have to become boyfriends if it feels too soon.” The table had gone silent, all eyes were on the DJ, who simply arched an eyebrow. “… you do know you can go on a date with someone, realize that it’s not working without actually get together, right?” More silence had followed. Adrien was sure that he had felt a weird mixture of disappointment and relief, while Marinette had looked so very shocked.

In conclusion, Nino was amazing. Like that was new.

Starting from there the blonde had been practicing in front of the mirror every day, terrified of rejection but less tense over how things could go. Despite fans and admirers his past relationships, if those could be called, weren’t giving him much of a booster or a good feeling about how this chance was going to play. Somehow it hardly mattered. Luka was a very reasonable person, he was going to reject him very nicely. It had been almost uplifting the idea of the guitarist treating him with absolute kindness, even while shattering all of his dreams.

One day Luka had called him over for an improv session. It happened often, this artist was extremely instinctive when it came to music, and he had told him that having a more rational and accurate player like Adrien around grounded him to his usual style. It was flattering every time he was called for that same reason, it was an occasion that made the blonde ignore all about his current schedule – of course he was at fencing right now, Kagami could cover- uhm, confirm for him –, to finally focus on something that he really wanted to do. Luka was always waiting over the bed of his room, playing a few notes, stopping for minutes then going again. It was calming and endearing, like Adrien was allowed to hear the inside of his mind.

He had been standing there, legs crossed at the end of the bed while Luka was lying down with the instrument. There had been only sounds for all of this time, without additions or suggestions or anything. It was nice. Really nice. Adrien had wondered what else could he discover out of him just by stay close like this, and how much he wanted to. The need to let those words out had been steadily growing without him realizing it.

“Luka?” Until they were out. “Do you wanna go on a date with me?” Mirror practice had helped, it had come out almost mechanically. There was a spark into his stomach, the adrenaline pouring out. The melody in the air had stopped for a pretty terrifying second.

Then it had come back as a full, real song. It was timid, sweet, and sincere.

“I’d love to.” In his own giddiness, Adrien could admit of being wrong. Yet he was almost sure he had seen the calm and controlled guitarist blush the tiniest little bit.

A single date at the restaurant where Alya’s mother worked at without people in the way – he loved his friends so much – had followed another one walking hand in hand through Rue Montorgueil in disguise – at last he had achieved his long-lasting dream of looking like someone else without the mask –, that had followed another one at a secret party Chloe had organized at Le Grand Paris for her classmates – she had given him such a smirk at seeing his plus one, gossip was coming. It had nothing to do with the dates of his daydreams, the ones he had lived through his head for years: every single time his stomach was so tense it felt like it was burning, painfully, making him question if he really wanted this. Then, the moment they were there talking, engaging themselves into an interesting topic while letting time pleasantly leave them behind, the stress was gone and there were only the two of them.

They had gone like this for months. Some absolutely lovely months. At some point Alya, stopping him at school, had calmly stated that him and Luka combined with Marinette and Kagami were making her feel single, and she had a boyfriend, so it was probably time to make it official. He had agreed with her, of course he had. He liked Luka… yeah right, he loved him. Everything with him felt so real, so close and intense, like he was finally living.

His feelings weren’t the problem… Luka’s were.

Not that he doubted him. Not after all the little orange blossoms left over his keyboard before band practice – they meant eternal love, oh heart stay still once again –, the songs sung for him whenever he felt upset or angry at his father, or the hand kisses at the end of every single date, like he was being cherished every single time. One of the guitarist’s biggest qualities was his sincerity, Adrien was absolutely sure he could trust him and his heart. Just how he had never blamed anyone before, not Chloe, not Kagami, not Marinette, not even Lila, for their feelings towards him.

They had been real, like his own feelings for Ladybug used to be… but they were for Adrien only, the supermodel, Paris’ iconic pretty face and perfect boy. That perfection in him, one he had been forced to practice in order to please his father, that was attracted others, but it wasn’t in any way all that was in him.

What was all the rest? It was also there. But it came out only whenever he wore the mask.

With time, the image he had been forced to wear for the profit of his father had grown into an uncomfortable, old sweater that he hadn’t known it had felt unbelievably itchy until he got the possibility to take it off, to try something else. And that black-leather armor was his absolute favorite. Nothing felt like freedom as that, nothing felt like him as those moments, whenever he jumped into the sky holding hard onto his staff. Thanks to his Miraculous he had discovered himself. Thanks to that he had found out that he liked making jokes, he loved puns, he liked making a fool of himself for the sake to have fun. He liked risking, he liked dancing, he wasn’t too keen on closed places, and he absolutely loved how the moon reflected into the Seine at night after patrol. Everything was him, so vividly him it made him choke a little at the mere thought of it.

Adrien Agreste was another mask, one he was growing considerably tired to wear. He had been through some love experiences now, even though they did not end quite well: there was no point into pretending to be someone he wasn’t, there was no meaning into hiding himself when he truly wanted to establish a bond with someone. He had known this, he knew this.

But if everyone liked Adrien better… if Luka liked Adrien better, how was he supposed to do that?

The tension coming from those thoughts was there only when he wasn’t around his favorite guitarist, making him at least forget about the dilemma coming with. Even so, around those times he had found himself at least wondering exactly what kind of opinion his date had about Chat Noir. He wasn’t sure, they had never talked much in their superhero personas, because of the urge of the moment and because with his lady’s strategic mind and a power like Second Chance it was unfairly easy sometimes to solve the situation – Ladybug needed to start bringing Viperion more often and yes, maybe just a little bit to see more of Luka in sexy snake cosplay. He was fairly sure he didn’t mind him, he seemed to even smile at him sometimes – total heart eyes –, but he wanted to be sure.

It had been night at the Liberty, they had ordered pizza. Sugary drinks made Rose giggle like mad, so Juleka had brought her to her room to take a nap and probably cuddle, leaving the two of them alone. That wasn’t weird. Wondering if the guy Adrien was dating liked his cat counterpart, that was weird. At the end, looking at how relaxed the boy over the sofa was while distractively bending the last pizza crust, he hadn’t been able to do pose a potentially confusing question, asking instead what he thought about Ladybug – he had made a mental post-it to whine loudly into his pillow later.

Luka had brought up stuff he already knew, how she was a great leader, an inspiration, extremely smart and courageous. Despite the failure of questioning him Adrien had smiled, he was weirdly happy they thought the same about his partner.

“She has a huge responsibility and deals with it incredibly, that’s commendable… with that being said, my favorite is Chat Noir.” A boom inside. “He’s hot.” A second, bigger explosion had occurred into Adrien’s head – in a feeble spark of lucidity he had begged his brain not to produce smoke out of his ears. Luka had laughed, playing some more, without looking directly at him. “And he’s such a selfless, reliable person, you can tell from how he doesn’t hesitate to help others or support me or Ladybug. He’s incredibly loyal, and… really funny.”

It had taken perhaps a second too long, in which a thousand of tiny little Adrien running all over his brain had been screaming out loud hysterically about how this handsome guitarist was a Chat Noir fan, and it had been the best day ever. Then he had managed to talk, ask, his voice was a little raspy.

“You… you like his puns?” Luka had scooted closer to him, smirking a little.

“It’s our little secret.” With that he had put a hand around his shoulders, bringing him closer to him. The blonde had abandoned himself into the embrace, trying to hide the giddy smile in his chest.

It got easier to let himself go from that moment forward, knowing that at least some parts of Chat Noir Luka didn’t mind at all. Having Nino groaning like mad after they had all taken their matchmaker ice creams from Andre, with Adrien coming out with a “I scream for an ice cream”, had been worth it just to see the guitarist rolling his eyes with an endeared smile. It had felt good. He couldn’t fully let go, being a model and famous and all that baloney, but he could stop pretending for a moment and embrace a little bit more about himself.

It had hit him much later that perhaps, maybe, possibly, the matter of telling Luka about his superhero identity was meant to come up at some point. It hadn’t seemed an important matter before, he was not supposed to do reveal it anyway according to Ladybug. Then again, this wasn’t a relationship behind masks like that one, it was as open as it could be. Also Plagg wasn’t exactly the biggest fan or rules anyway, he had doubted he would have minded. Hearing Luka talking about his latest adventure with Viperion, basically summarizing everything Adrien already knew from his point of view, made him feel a bit guilty about not coming clean. Still, it was hard to recall that unpleasantness with Luka always ending the discussion making a comment about Chat Noir, probably catching up over the fact that Adrien was also a ‘fan’. Knowing that such a charming boy like Luka considered his pun machine alter ego attractive, stating that the only blondie with green eyes as handsome he knew was Adrien, was definitely a good way to end the day.

Then, that had happened. Apparently, Hawk Moth had thought that the idea of unleashing once again Gorizilla over the powerless city of Paris was a hilarious idea. It had taken them forever to calm him down, the bodyguard had been all agitated since there had been no sign of his protegee – at least for what he knew. Cataclysm, Lucky Charm, Miraculous Ladybug, the script was old and overused and after the most tired pound it ever Adrien had called it a day, sinking into his own bed as soon as he had been home.

The unconscious was a calming place, a pleasant one, just like Luka.

Just like Luka… Luka… the date.

Out of pure will and terror he had managed to get on his feet, realizing with horror that not only he hadn’t just fallen asleep, but he was also late. Two. Hours. Late. Dread didn’t describe properly the feeling that had taken over. Begging a very annoyed looking Plagg he had launched himself into the night sky, running on all four out of pure despair. When he had arrived at the restaurant, miserably closed, Luka was leaning over the wall of the entrance that was off, humming a very mellow, very melancholic melody. And he had dressed up, for once in his life wearing something classy, a white dress shirt and a black jacket without sleeves. His hair had grown a bit in those months, enough for him to pull a little ponytail.

What a waste, Adrien had thought. What a waste on someone like him, this beautiful person lightening up as soon as he was there, running to hug him, saying that he knew there had been an akuma today and he was happy to see he was okay. Except he wasn’t, this wasn’t, it was not okay. He was taking advantage of his position, the fact that there was stuff he was keeping for himself. It wasn’t fair for himself, most importantly it wasn’t fair for him.

“And you’re okay with this?” He didn’t know what he had been implying with those words, he had felt the need to get them out. To be heard. Because Luka always listened.

The guitarist had given him a weird, aware look, holding up his hands.

“I am if you are.” Unfair. Unfair. Unfair. Nothing but that feeling of guilt had filled his heart, and Adrien had rushed in, hugging him as closely as he could. Luka had embraced back, caressing his back slowly and gently as it was his way of being, telling him that they could postpone on a day with a less dangerous akuma terrorizing the city. Adrien had kept his eyes shut, choking silent sobs against his jacket. Thinking that maybe it was okay, maybe they could still keep going like this. H was scared, besides there was no need to change anything, or even better there was no need to say something that wasn’t needed. This was enough, this could be enough.

Adrien had then opened his eyes, only to feel them pinching. From the window of the restaurant, he could see the lonely white table with two dishes and two glasses, and all around… were candles and roses. Luke remembered. He had remembered the mention of the romantic gesture the blonde had done for a girl that hadn’t gone as planned. He had remembered how Adrien had always wished for something like that for himself. He knew how much of a hopeless romantic he was. Luka knew him.

At the same time, he didn’t. He didn’t know him. It was not okay.

It was not okay, and it was not enough.

Mirror sessions were back after that, more frantic than ever but less frequent than he would have liked – he was dense he could admit, not enough to proclaim to his father or Nathalie that he was Chat Noir while in the shower. He had wished it was like preparing for a shooting, or even imagining to be an actor like mom was. The tension was nothing like. The number of warnings coming from all directions was massive, starting from how once again his friends were getting worried about him – he wasn’t going to resist the bribe of chocolate chip cookies for long –, how Ladybug had expressively told him no one was supposed to know about their real identities, how there was no telling how Luka was going to react over the fact that his date was the cat boy with whom sometimes he fought crime with – man that was a weird line to say out loud. He had found it hard to sleep, too tense to get lost into his dreams, questioning his decision all night long.

One night, after a particularly harsh internal battle between him himself and he, he had rolled over a little too much forgetting about his poor little cheese-eating friend. He had been on his way to apologize to the squished kwami, but with a single firm gesture coming from his tiny arm Plagg had gotten him to shut up, eyes widened and extremely pissed.

“You’re telling him.” His eyelid had twitched a little. Right, he had kept him awake as well. “I don’t care what Ladybug says, I don’t care what Tikki says, you’re telling him.”

“Huh, okay?”

“It’s not a question Adrien, it’s an order. Do it or else you won’t find Atlantis that much of a natural disaster.” Wasn’t for experience he would have doubted that this tiny guy was able of much. Good thing he did have precedents, so Adrien had opted to nod and lay down once again. Following orders was still pretty normal for him anyway. “… besides…” Plagg had scooted closer to him, nudging against his shoulder while closing his eyes. “No secret is worth taking away your happiness, kid.” Adrien had found no problem sleeping from then on.

At last, after a bit more of self-convincing, it had all come down on the matter of when. Adrien wasn’t exactly sure if the news was particularly good or bad, consequentially he had no idea if the reveal had to be organized during a joyful or tense situation. Was a date a good idea? Or was it better to simply invite him over, or go to his house and talk? Luka was a great listener, but he didn’t always like to talk much, maybe he was going to feel pressured in the second case. He communicated better with songs… but writing a jingle about how he was a superhero in a leather suit with a ring that could pulverize the Tour Eiffel didn’t sound like a hit – maybe… or maybe it was, he had to ask Luka later if the matter was going to be solved. After so much time pondering, he had been left with nothing concrete, no ideas. He couldn’t ask his friends, nor Ladybug. Maybe this was a bad decision after all – never mind Plagg that was still glaring.

He had been trying to focus on his Chinese homework all afternoon, his mind running miles with him unable to make it stop. Then his phone had lightened up, a welcomed distraction that had blossomed into absolute delight at reading the sender’s name. Despite the migraine coming along with the situation, it was all worth it just for a chance to be with him.

Melody: Hey Sunshine

Melody: If I remember right you’re free tomorrow

Melody: Do you want to come over?

Me: Of course I do :)

Me: My schedule ends early afternoon

Me: Is the evening okay?

Melody: Perfect

Melody: Dress nice, it’s a date

Melody: A special one, for a special day

Me: Why? What’s tomorrow?

Melody: Wanna guess?

Me: …

Me: Thursday?

Melody: Ahah, well also

Melody: But also exactly one year since the Music Festival

Melody: It’s the day you and I met

Somehow while melting into an absolute puddle of tears and adoring whines, Adrien had realized that this guy was too wonderful. In his heart the last thing he wanted to do was ruining something good, especially a night Luka had prepared for him. But this wasn’t about himself anymore, this was about giving him what he deserved. Hopefully they were going to have a date still after this.

Hopefully. Adrien had tried to forget about that eventuality, at least enough to finish his homework. It had taken him a while to fall asleep that night – Plagg had simply whispered “thin ice” in a very grumpy tone.

The next day he had used all his experience as a model to look his best, raised two thumbs up at his mirror, and headed out. He had begged his bodyguard to leave him alone on this one and the big guy had actually agreed, somehow seeing his seriousness and commitment more than his father – granted that the bar was pretty low on that one. The path leading to the Liberty was not exactly short from his house, yet he had felt the absolute need to rethink everything. Perhaps to find it in himself the strength to blame himself for wanting to come clean only now. It had been a year, a year since he had met Luka. He had changed so much, his thoughts, his world, himself. He was there to make just another change and take control, it was terrifying and exciting…

…

… and there he was.

When he saw the Liberty, his stomach did that fluttering again. Pure tension and longing mixed together, because this was about him and it was making him grow terrified; but this was about him, and he loved everything that involved him. The sight of the ship covered in aromatic candles and roses with the table prepared on the bridge, the most romantic place once again, should had not surprised him after all. He still had to close his eyes for a moment to recollect himself.

Luka was waiting on the dock, smiling at him. It was such a lovely view, and when he extended his hand towards him it turned into the perfect view.

“You look amazing. You’re ready?”

He was. He finally was. Adrien sighed, shaking his head.

“I have to tell you something first.” Huh, something was wrong. The guitarist had changed expression, he looked so confused and hurt all of the su- wait. “Ah! No! Not that kind of ‘I have to tell you something’, an actual ‘I have to tell you something’!” He had practiced this moment for so long, how was it possible he had never noticed how off it sounded? Luka let out a nervous laugh. Ah, his hands were sweating already, where was Chat Noir’s confidence when he needed it? “I really need to get this out of my chest.”

“Oh, okay. I’m listening.”

“And if afterwards you have doubts about…” He didn’t like it, but he needed to state it as it was. “… all of this, I’ll understand.” He was in. He was doing it. No turning back. That most likely didn’t sit right with Luka, he wasn’t looking any less distressed.

He reached for him, grabbing one of his hand for comfort. Even though he didn’t understand, he was still doing his best to be there. Gosh, Adrien loved him, so much.

“Don’t jump to conclusions, tell me what it is and then we can talk about it.” He looked for communication in his relationships, he had told him from the start and even before, during the times they used to talk about anything and everything, waiting for the sun to set behind the bridge over the Seine. The blonde hoped they were going to talk too.

He closed his eyes again, took the deepest breath in his life, and nodded.

“It might sound crazy, but please listen to me and believe me.” Luka nodded immediately. “I…” He had composed a whole speech about how much these last months had been amazing, how he was sorry that he had kept quiet over something important for so long, and how he hoped that they could still try and be together for real. A convincing discussion slowly leading to the reveal. “… I’m Chat Noir, and I love you.” Out of all of that he had taken seven words max and blurted them out without a single thought in his head.

The cat was out of the bag, classic cat superhero style. If only that knowledge wasn’t making him feel worse. He was tense, sweating, completely still, waiting for his judgement. Every second was turning into a minute then an hour then it was getting lost into his own misty head.

It was warm outside, even at that hour.

Those long fingers clenched around his hand.

Adrien looked up. Luka was smiling tearfully at him, his blue eyes were mesmerizing. He laughed happily, then he reached for his cheek. Heartbeats echoed into the blonde’s head as he got closer, eyes narrowed but still open as to catch any kind of rejection. It hit him very very slowly that this was actually true, this out of world fantasy was not a fruit of his messed up imagination, and the moment the realization took over Adrien closed the distance between them. Wow. Luka kissed nothing like he would have expected. His hand on his cheek was careful and gentle like him, but his lips were caressing his with want and passion, like they had lost all the patience behind the moment they had met in electric need. Closeness was something Adrien had missed for such a long time and could never get enough of. Luka’s closeness was whole, real, his. He reached for his jacket, just to hold onto something and have another proof that this was happening.

They parted, and then got closer, kissing again and again, happily trapped into a bubble in which time and space couldn’t reach them. When they back away with trembling breaths, Adrien felt his lips getting immediately cold and couldn’t help himself as he reached for one last peck. Luka laughed into it, pressing back then leaning his forehead over his. There was an amount of sweetness into those eyes that it made the blonde want to look away, his sight getting all blurry.

“I love you too.” His hand was still over his face. “Will you be my boyfriend?”

The answer was the clearest of his life. It was screaming from the bottom of his stomach, it was highlighted in neon in the middle of his brain. He was almost tempted to tackle him to the ground and let his actions speak for himself – alright he needed to chill for a moment –, then confusion hit him. He… he said it, he had said it, right? He told him the truth about his identity. Then what was this lack of reaction? Where was the amazement, the fright, the confusion, even the anger? Adrien Agreste had just confessed he made a habit of running over the roofs of Paris in full cat cosplay and this was the reaction?

“I… you… what’s going on?” Luka giggled, probably still caught up with the latest nice mood. Maybe he didn’t believe the blonde, maybe he didn’t hear him at all. For a musician this talented it sounded farfetched to miss a sound, but you never knew. “I’m… I’m Chat Noir, Luka.”

The guitarist blinked, smile slowly decreasing but without disappearing.

“Yeah, I heard that.”

“As the superhero, Chat Noir.”

“Yeah, I know that.”

“Then why aren’t you saying anything about that?” A little shrug. The last thing he would have expected was this nonchalance. It was maddening. “I’m a superhero, I’m Chat Noir! Why aren’t you mad? You deserved to know! You should’ve known for a…” Suddenly the guitarist’s eyes were not as easy to find as before. Like they were hiding something. “… a… while…” Again, Adrien was extremely dense emotionally, and some things were harder to understand for him. But he wasn’t stupid, most important, he couldn’t ignore that little guilty grin of his taking over. “… you knew.” The pressure that had assaulted him for the last period disappeared completely, now there was only absolute shock. “You knew I was Chat Noir?!? What in the world, since when?!?”

The guitarist passed a hand over his neck, looking a little reluctant. It was a little weird of an emotion on him, on someone so on track with himself and proud of his persona. He took his hands, gently guiding him onto the bridge. That was one relief at least.

“To be honest, I was never completely sure. If you hadn’t told me I wouldn’t have known one hundred percent… but at some point I started to have my suspicions.” He led him near the rail, the moon was mirroring into the water of the Seine. His heart soared at the view. “It was the kind of thought you pay attention to only when something comes up, so I never actively tried to prove it was real.” He sounded relaxed. Perhaps he had made peace with it for a while.

Adrien nodded absently, feeling a weird limbo between relief that he wasn’t completely recognizable and that there were at least doubts in people’s minds.

“Okay, but there has to be a time when you started to think about it.”

“… there was a moment.” Once more Luka looked guilty, while smiling still. He looked at him, raising his hands. “Again, it was a doubt, not a certainty. I never actively knew for sure you were Chat Noir, okay?” The blonde frowned but nodded. “Well… remember the Desperada incident?”

He gaped, so strongly he almost chocked.

“You have a suspicion for months?!” Luka laughed a little, that managed to calm him down a little.

“An idea, a speculation, call it what you want. It got me and I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” He leaned against the rail, looking pensive. “We were hiding in the lockers, and while I was in there I heard you opening and closing a locker… then opening and closing a door.” Holy Miraculous he was an idiot. “When I found you with Ladybug in the sewer you left, and I got the snake Miraculous. Right after that Chat Noir was back.” He grinned, eyes lightening up. “From that moment the possibility has never really left my mind, and nothing has happened that made me think it couldn’t be real.” Of course not, Adrien was never around Chat Noir and Chat Noir was never around Adrien. It almost made sense – sure, ‘almost’.

Adrien took a few deep breaths, still recovering from that sudden reveal – a confession that did not go the way he would have expected. He looked at this guy who so calmly was taking everything in, a view that was calming like very few other things and, slowly, he smiled, joining him at admiring the Seine. He let his head fall onto his shoulder, closing his eyes for a moment.

“I was so worried about this.”

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know what to do. On one hand I didn’t want it to be true, because it made me feel anxious whenever I looked at the news and saw another dangerous akuma.” He wrapped his arm around him protectively. It felt so nice. “On the other, it was kind of an endearing thought, that the two gorgeous blondes I knew just happened to be the same person.” Gosh he was going to die, this person did not hold back with compliments with either of them.

Speaking of…

“Wait, if you were thinking about it since back then… were you teasing me on purpose whenever you talked about Chat Noir in front of me?” Whoa, he had to take in the fact that this very zen guitarist was able to make such a suggestive smile. I made his entire face burn. “Oh my gosh.”

“You were always blushing whenever I did it, I couldn’t help myself.”

“For real??”

“It was too adorable. At that point either you were really him or you found him attractive as well… which I would’ve understood.”

“Stooop!!” Adrien covered his eyes, his heart bursting out of his chest, laughing out what was left of his fear. “… you really don’t care? I’m the one who asked you out, not Chat Noir.” A bit a sadness made him step away just a little. “And people like me better when I’m not him…”

“If people aren’t into you when you’re a blonde superhero with a sexy catsuit, maybes there’s something wrong with them. I suggest blindness.” It got him to laugh. Luka brought him closer, arms around him. “Besides, there aren’t two people here. You are Adrien, and you are Chat Noir. Being a superhero is a part of you. And I love it, because it makes you… you.” Truly sincerity was his biggest quality. Adrien didn’t doubt a word that had come out of his mouth. He leaned his head into the crook of his shoulder.

“Are you sure?” Luka nodded, his hair tickling his cheek.

Then he pulled away. He put a finger under his chin, raising it up. Their eyes met. There was such a calm, comfortable world behind those blue globes. It made him want to never leave.

“You’re a rare symphony, Adrien Agreste, one that had been kept hidden for far too long. I wanna hear that song, your soul, finally free to be heard. I want to know its beauty, because the echo alone is astonishing.” He knew him. He knew all of him. “The kind and selfless to a fault, the professional and determinate model, the mischievous and enchanting superhero, these are all notes that play in your life, that make your life. And I wanna be part of that song, if you will let me.” He pressed another, shorter kiss on his lips, as to seal this moment forever into his body, forever into his heart.

There was no way Adrien would have been able to stop tears. Luka gulped. The blonde smiled, a horribly wide, unsophisticated curve that would have made all of his photographers shudder at the same time. Perhaps that was why it felt so immensely good.

“You… y-you’re not allowed to say you’re not good with words after this.”

The guitarist laughed, relieved, holding him closer.

“It’s a yes then, Sunshine?” Adrien smiled, reaching forward again, thinking that there was no imaginary world of his able to replicate this.

“It’s a yes, Melody.”

This was pure, unparalleled, wholesome reality.

#lukadrien #luka coffaine #adrien agreste #chat noir #viperion #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #ml fic #ml fanfic #lukadrien june 2021 #fanfiction #fic

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buggaberry · 4 years

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ML Blog Appreciation Day!!

ohuuhuhoho i heard it was that day,,, and imma comin’ to appreciATE AHAHAHAHAA

@seasonofthegeek oh my heckin’ goodness she was like,,, one of my first favorite writers in the fandom and then I eventually joined a discord server with her and she’s the sweetest darn bean my gosh she’s talented and like draws too and gAH--

@secretagentspydetectiveninja waHAHAHA im loVE you ur so amazing and sweet and fun 2 talk with, aish’s writing is also mMM yes 10/10 and the amount of iconic things they’ve made is kfkjhkajshdf

@nolongervoid the sweetest beaN!!!!! Also the thing’s she’s written are aaaaaaaahhhh, real good (and u never let me let go of the daping thing >:|) love u~~~

@jattendschaton iM LITERALLY--- they’re like the sweetest human being on the planet I literally, I caNNot. They have done the most adorable cosplays of Ladybug, Marinette, and Adrien, I always loved them so so much. Their writing is also amazing, they’re so sweet and delightful to read (and they always have the absolute sweetest tags on all their reblogs my goodness).

@adrienaline-rushed-art I’ve known u since I was like,,,, 14??? 15?? My goSH, but regardless, you’ve grown so much as an artist and as a writer and I absolutely adore everything you create, I feel like I don’t express that enough. An amazing bean.

@lesslinette hhhhhh she could steal my soul and I’d say thank you omygod her art is-- aaaAAAA and she an absolute sweetheart.

@marinoodles aaaa ur so goofy and fun and just like adsfjhdh sO nice, quality meme-age also im lvoe u

@megatraven veR sweet im love they made quite a few really cute drawings and stuff and aaaa i met chu long ago but u are amazinnng

@mikauzoran iM CAN’T MY GOD I COULD SCREAM ABOUT YOU FOR HOURS I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. Literally sO talented, knows how to get you in the feeLS, beautiFUL writing, and just ajdsfljads such a sweetheart, I would go back and read her works hundreds of times.

@mireilletan yOU, anoTher talented and amazing writer but also amazing artist gaAAAhhh I love the way you akjdflakjd WORDS. Yes. And you’re super duper nice and aaaaaaa I loaf yuo qAq

@ominousunflower i love u and our hamster so much aaaaa, but for real he just writes,,,, so good. You can stab me in the heart a thousand times and make me cry or feel super duper soft and hnnggg when I teLL you these people are literal writing goALS--- so preTTY

@galahadwilder Very sweet! Also writes so good I love, my goodness the talent

@thewritewolf if u wanna read some fluff he is like tHe place to go, I don’t generally read a lot of fluff but aa a a a aaggh I love it a lot

@overworkedunderwhelmed I’ve read quite a few of ur things and they’re so a a a a!!!! They’ve been here for a long time and honestly they make some mmmm yes quality stuffs i yes love

@tides-miraculous aaAAA gotta stan the nino content and all the muslimah miraculous wielders, they’re and incredible artist, I was always in awe of their works

@thelastpilot moAR NINO-- I love their writing very very much, as well as their art qAq

@botherkupo agaiN YES writing is vER gUUD and I lovE theM they are so sweet

@chatalyst they post so many iconic things oh my goD, she also writes verY good and is mucho skillzzz

@chataclysmes ahHAHAA rarepair heaveN?? Also very nice!!! And!!! Amazing artist!!! Whom I love!!!! Very much!!!!!! Yes!!!!!

@discoveringmiraculousartist OH MY GOD THEY’RE SO SWEET they’re doing the work of like ajdsfadlskjfhmy godsh. If you wanna find new ml artists you go thERE, they honestly do so much, they do so much work, and they’re so kind and my goodness gracious me oh my

@landturtlealyce wAAAAHHH VERY GOOD ARTIST VERY SWEET BEAN all the heartus

@fizzyarts i cry at the skill, like,,,,, their art good g od

@siderealscribblings a verY good writer, they’re so good at like interpreting characterization and emotions it’s like jfhadskjffj oh my guacamole

@masilvi the living heck moar talent artist the ladrien is VERY GOOD in this house i love u

@chatnoirinette ur so sweet oml, and also verY good art, you’ve improved so much and I love ur writing too qAq

@zeknoir the l u kadrien my dude also u have nice writing and u are nice aaaa X3

@marikittynoir huAHAAHA more cute art!!!!! also a sweet!!!!! i lub

@emsylcatac wAHhahasdkjadsfh I love u so much ur so talented kjafndsjfn

@bugaboo-n-bananoir u ver skill!!! ver nice!!! i lubu

@janaikam she has some neatO writing and I like a lot and she’s honestly a really amazing person too I-- aaaaaa <3

@bugabisous VERY AMAZE TALENT GIF makeR and sweet bean

(o goodness gracious this is getting long and im loosing braincells but there’s so many >:O I’m gonna cut here but if ur under the cut I don’t lobu u less or anything I just don’t wanna abuse the people who see me on their dash)

@honeychats THEY HONESTLY HAVE DRAWN SOME PRETTY DARN CUTE THINGS and they are ver nice!!!!!!

@yeet-noir gAAAAHHHH i love yo so much I kid u not ur iconic

@amimons aaahhahahaa talented artist and so kind!!!!!!!!

@lllluka WAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THEIR ART SERIOUSLY

@terrible-miraculous-ladybug-aus thamk yuo so much for all the times you made me wheeze so hard my lungs came out

@leviaana your art!!!! is so good I love the way you color SO MUCH it’s so pretty and soft!!!!!

@sweetsweetsweetie hnnnngggg ur ability to make backgrounds god I wish it was contagious and ur comics are so good!!!!!

@wintertundra-art hmhnmnmgf they do vberry good art and aaa their trans!au is the best

@ladybeug i just o my gosh i love them so much their art and just-- can i die 4 u

@ladyblargh they’ve done so many iconic things i--

@buggachat if ur not following her already i--- aMAZING art, quALITY content YES.

@yunyin WAAAAHH MORE SUPER DUPER AMAZING ART I LOVE YOU SO MUCH YOUR SO SWEET AND HHDSNFND AAHHHH

@therealscribblingmama I have so many of their things bookmarked, they are a reaLLy good writer

@miracu-less such CuTE art im in lots of love

aaAAAAA alas im getting tired but there’s probably like a bAJILLION more i really am sorry if i didn’t get you or anything like that because I do genuinely lob yuo. if u ever made lukadrien content or smth 10/10 all the screams for you u might not see like ur account but I definitely saw what u made and cried over it bc i like live in that tag 50% of the time

@megs-ils you seem to be very nice and you make so much art I’m honestly baffled and it’s also really good, like,,,,, much skill

@amyahue AAHAHAHAAHAH so cuteeee their art is so cuteeee and it makes my heart go kaboom

@tizzymcwizzy ohmygod I love the way they draw chat its so cute and like the winGS and the DHAHDBAKFSM yEs

#ml blog appreciation #ml positivity week #i love all you guys so much words couldn't even describe #i kinda loose my words really fast sorry about that #this is why #i dont write as much anymore asdjfkladsjlfkjads #agghhh you guys all give me reasons to stay in the fandom #im also positive i missed people so i genuinely am sorry if i missed you #is like midnight #BUT THE AMOUNT OF TALENT #IS INCOMPREHENSIBLE HERE #theres also a chance i missed u cos u might not be active or into ml or something like that

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chronicallylatetotheparty · 4 years

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Adrien and kagami

Alright, let's go!

Adrien first then

How I feel about this character:

He's just surrounded by terrible people and instead of being terrible himself Adrien hangs onto what little positivity he can with all his might and I just- 😢😭 I LOVE HIM, OKAY!? Adrien is pure sunshine. F*** you, fight me.

He's also a petty drama queen and I love him for it.

Ships:

Marinette, Ladybug aaand... You get the idea. Love Square! They're very supportive of each other (on all sides of the mask) and that's before they're even a couple!

Kagami. She's badass and Adrien likes badass women. She also respects Adrien's decisions which you cannot say about everyone in his life.

Alyadrininette. Adrien deserves all the love he can get.

Adrino. I mean, just look at them! They're adorable!

Lukadrien but only if it meets my highly specific requirements.

Non-romantic OTP:

Are you allowed to do both? Eh, ADRINO! I ship them platonically a lot more than I do romantically.

Adrigami. Tell me Adrien and Kagami wouldn't be friends. Go on... LIES! Of course they'd be friends!

Adrinogami! I want Nino and Kagami interactions. I want platonic OT3.

Alyadrininette! Platonic OT4.

Unpopular opinion:

Adrien did nothing wrong in Syren.

Adrien is allowed to open up to his friend (who has repeatedly denied having any romantic feelings towards him) about his crush.

Adrien isn't "Friend Zoning" anyone. It's called "having friends".

Reflekdoll was Out of Character and I will die on that hill.

Lila is NOT Adrien's fault.

F*** you, fight me.

What I wish had/will happen:

Ooh, lots of things! But if I were to pick one... Not being satisfied with a single conversation with the Guardian. Not taking the Guardian at his word that "it's better this way". Not letting the Guardian treat him the way Gabriel treats him. Adrien deserves better.

Kagami

How I feel about this character:

She could kick your ass. Bisexual icon. Is unflinchingly honest, love that. Saw a boy she liked and went after him like a boss. She protecc, she attacc, she don't hold bacc.

Ships:

Adrigami is a great ship. Y'all are just mean. How can you resist two rich jocks being adorably awkward together!?

Lukadrigaminette. OT4 or nada.

Non-romantic OTP:

Adrigami. See above.^

Marinette. They could be amazing friends.

Nino. She barged into the Adrien Protection Squad meeting one day and never left.

Adrinogami. I just want platonic OT3 shenanigans.

Unpopular Opinion:

Kagami did nothing wrong in Animaestro.

Kagami did nothing wrong in Frozer.

Kagami has done nothing to warrant the level of aggression against her. Both in-universe and out.

She's bisexual.

What I wish had/will happen:

Better writing, no boy drama (at least, not with Marinette), being akumatized for something besides jEalOusY. But, really...

I don't want Adrien to break up with her because he's in love with Marinette. I don't want them to break up because they're "not compatible". I don't want their entire relationship to just be so Adrien can run off to Marinette. I want it to be mutual. I want it to be for one of the thousands of reasons teenagers decide "let's go back to being friends". I DEFINITELY don't want it to be "because Adrien is still in love with Ladybug".

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #kagami tsurugi #adrien x kagami #ml

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mikauzoran · 4 years

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11 and 15 for the meme please!

Thank you so much for asking! ^o^

(The questions are from this list.)

11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?

So, I have a couple ideas floating around my head, but the ones that seem most likely right now are as follows:

An idea that I’m looking at really hard and trying to resist is the idea of Chat Noir barreling into a storage closet at school where Marinette has just detransformed and then his transformation drops, so Marinette discovers his identity. They start hanging out, and Adrien/Chat really opens up to Marinette because now he doesn’t have to have any secrets from her. They get to see different sides of one another and fall in love. I think that sounds like a fun story. Do you? ^.^;

I’m also thinking about doing a Lukadrien companion piece to my Marichat/Adrienette story Serendipity. It would be mostly from Luka’s point of view and would feature Adrien and Luka hanging out and talking about various events mentioned or described in Serendipity. I don’t know if it would be enjoyable to read, though. There would be a lot of heavy discussions about Adrien’s self-discovery journey/sexuality/relationship issues/increasingly ridiculous identity shenanigans with Marinette and a lot of Lukadrien pining. I don’t know. The working title is “Zemblanity”. Does that sound like something you guys would be interested in?

15. Give us a snippet of something from your WIPs!

Oh, gosh. What do I have right now? Hm. How about the Gabriel/Émilie story that I’ll probably never publish/finish? That one’s fun. They’re sixteen and in high school. Gabriel and his mother have just moved to Marseille.

If someone asks for number fifteen again, I’ll give you something else. ^.^ (Thanks for the ask!!!)

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A door slammed, audible even in the noisy corridor, making Gabriel and half of the hallway’s other occupants jump.

Some ways away, a young blonde woman had just entered through the door leading out to the fields. Her back was to the room as she roared, “Go to hell, André!”

Many of the other students stopped to stare at her.

Gabriel paused with his Geometry text halfway out of his locker to gawk with the rest, taking her in.

She gave the door a vengeful kick with one of her massive, black leather combat boots and spun away in a huff, her wheat blonde hair fanning out in a halo behind her.

“Who’s that?” Gabriel whispered, unable to keep the blatant curiosity out of his voice. He reached out to put a hand on Olivier’s arm to get his cousin’s attention but missed twice.

“Craaaap,” Olivier squeaked like a chipmunk. “Émilie. That’s Émilie. Crap. Don’t look at her. Whatever you do, don’t look at her.”

“Why? Does she have a boyfriend who will mind?”

“I think she and André just broke up, but that’s not the problem.” Olivier began to squirm as Émilie stalked down the hall, headed in their direction.

“What’s the problem?” Gabriel’s eyes lingered over Émilie’s ripped jeans, olive green tank top, and oversized black leather jacket.

He watched as Émilie wheeled on one of the spectators, feigning a lunge and snapping in his face. She bared her teeth like a rabid dog and barked, “The hell are you looking at?!”

“Gabe, she’s freaking psycho!” his cousin hissed.

The crowd parted, as if on cue, and it became abundantly clear that Gabriel and Olivier were directly in Émilie’s trajectory.

“Craaaap,” Olivier whined again, beginning to tug on Gabriel’s arm. “Come on. We gotta get out of here.”

Gabriel didn’t budge.

The rest of the mob averted their eyes, waiting until Émilie had passed to turn back and gape at her, but Gabriel watched her openly.

Their eyes met, gazes locking.

Her stare narrowed, sharpened, into two piercing, poison green darts, slicing into him.

“Gabe!” Olivier pleaded with life-or-death urgency, yanking on his cousin’s arm more insistently.

It was too late.

Émilie came to a halt three feet in front of them, hands on her hips, head cocked in a way that demanded an explanation of them. She drew herself up to her full, regal height, standing proud, nonverbally issuing a challenge.

She stood a good three inches shorter than Gabriel’s six feet, but she exuded enough command of the situation to make up for each one of those inches.

Her mouth began to twist into a snarl, but Gabriel spoke first. “Good Morning.”

Émilie’s confidence diminished slightly, her anger abating into an unsure frown. Did he not know who she was? Had no one told him about her?

“Your makeup is exquisite,” Gabriel continued, paying the compliment in a way that bespoke honest admiration.

Émilie blinked and gave him a bemused look, as if she couldn’t decide if he was serious.

She had foregone the iconic bone-white foundation, but she’d painted her face in the traditional style of a calavera with the black, vertical lines starting at the corners of her mouth and running across her lips like stitches. Her nose had been painted black to mimic the void at the center of the skull left behind once the cartilage had decayed. Two black circles surrounded her eyes, likewise evoking a skull’s cavities and making the vivid green of her irises pop. Hearts, teardrops, flowers, and coquettish arabesques dotted her face in an iridescent peacock blue, completing the look.

“Did you do that yourself? It’s very skillfully done,” Gabriel insisted.

Her lips twitched, the left side of her mouth quirking up into a not-quite-smile that was every bit as intrigued as it was blindsided.

She attempted a haughty laugh, but it came out as a half-swallowed, fluttery noise, betraying her shaken state.

Was he serious or just messing with her? Was he waiting for her to accept the compliment so he could turn around and take it back, call her a freak? Was he luring her into a false sense of security so that he could pull the rug out from under her and laugh when she ended up on her rear at his feet?

No one just said things like that. He had to be setting her up to be the butt of a joke.

He seemed kind, but kindness was suspicious.

In Émilie’s experience, people weren’t really nice like that. People didn’t say nice things.

Friendliness was suspicious.

He must want something. What did he want from her? What was he getting out of this? What was his game?

Hadn’t anyone told him that messing with Em would get you stabbed with a pencil?

Yet he was looking at her expectantly…earnestly…

She almost opened her mouth to reply that she had done her own makeup, but she caught herself at the last moment.

Instead, she gave a snort and whirled around to open the locker three down from Gabriel’s. She didn’t even put in the combination, as she habitually left it unlocked—pity the poor sap who stole from her or dared to mess with her things. (There had been people who learned this the hard way and people who learned from the people who learned the hard way.)

Émilie smirked as she met Gabriel’s gaze in the small, rectangular mirror on the inside of her locker door. She maintained impish eye contact as she twisted her hair up into a bun on top of her head and then impaled it with two black chopsticks.

His eyes never left hers as she grinned sweetly, taking the middle finger of her left hand and biting it. She grabbed her bookbag out of the locker and turned back to face Gabriel, hip-checking the door shut without bothering to lock it. She pulled her middle finger out of her mouth with a pop towards him, as if blowing him a kiss.

Émilie smirked, tossing her head as she sauntered off.

“…Crap,” Olivier moaned as soon as Émilie was out of earshot.

Gabriel put a hand to his chin, fingers splaying over his lips as he chuckled, “I think I’ve made a friend.”

He kept his eyes trained on her as she made her way down the hall, periodically stopping to threaten and terrify other students who happened to look at her the wrong way.

“Gabe, you’ve been at this school less than fifteen minutes, and you’ve already got yourself on Émilie’s hit list,” Olivier scoffed, shaking his head as he opened his own locker.

“Is it a long list?” Gabriel hummed, gathering the rest of his things once Émilie had disappeared around the corner.

“Let’s just say that it’s well-maintained. If it starts getting too long, she cleans house, if you get what I mean.” Olivier shut his locker with a slam and turned on his heel. “You’re going to be the death of me.”

#Marichat #Adrinette #Adrienette #Lukadrien #Miraculous Ladybug #Gabriel/Émilie #Adrien Agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Chat Noir #Gabriel Agreste #Émilie Agreste #Serendipity: Fifty Marichat and Adrienette Kisses #Zemblanity #Mikau's WIP #Ask Mikau #Story Idea

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maribvgs · 4 years

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I hope this is okay!!! I just want Lukadrien please or Nino/Adrien which is kinda a rare one also fluffy cat boi!!!! Thanks so much 😊

ok sorry for taking this long! i love adrinino also this is kind of chat x nino and it’s also reveal, but like this is lowkey crack but it’s cute. yes i have 0 braincells. enjoy!!

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Nino snuck a peek at adrien over the folder dividers between them.

“Mr. Agreste? Mr. Lahiffe? It seems to me the two of you have been peeking over the folders and cheating.” Nino’s eyes snapped down to his own paper. “I expect you in your seats once everyone has left.”

On the other side of the divide, Adrien grew red with embarrassment; was it for getting caught staring at Nino, or for being called out in class? The world may never know. At least, that’s what he hoped.

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After class, the two sat behind, just as their teacher ordered them to. While Mlle. Bustier was out of the classroom, Nino turned to his best friend.

“Sorry dude. I swear I wasn’t cheating on your test I just...” Nino trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence. It’s not like he could say “Yeah, I was starting at your beautiful eyes and gold hair that I just want to run my hands through, and the hidden mole on your ear!” Because you know. That would be kind of... outing himself. And confessing his crush on his best friend.

Luckily Adrien just clasped his hand on Nino’s shoulder and grinned. “No worries. Just staring at my looks huh?” Winking playfully, Adrien laughed at Nino’s startled face. “I’m joking, Nino. I don’t mind spending this afternoon with you, even if it’s in detention. Better than a photoshoot anyways!” The blonde moved his hand off of Nino’s shoulder, placing it on the nape of his own neck.

Nino gasped. “Oh god dude, you’re totally going to miss it! Go! I’ll take your detention sentence.” Now he felt so guilty. He’d really need to ask Marinette how she got over her crush on this gorgeous boy. If this crush was causing for Adrien even without a confession, he didn’t even want to know what would happen between the two buddies if he did share his real feelings.

Adrien frowned. “No way am I letting you take the blame! This is honestly one of the best things to happen. Extra time with my bud!” The quick hug Adrien gave him send butterflies in Nino’s... Everything. His whole body felt like butterflies.

And then he was flying? Adrien looked down from his seat up to the ceiling shocked, as real butterflies— not the ones in Nino’s stomach —carried him up, sticking him to the ceiling with some sort of sticky string. “Augh, Bro! What the hell!” Yeah, Nino was okay, other than being taped to the wall by butterflies.

“Shit,” Adrien murmured. He couldn’t exactly transform in front of him, not could he just abandon Nino in the classroom alone. Luckily the butterflies seemed to fly away, not sending a single glance towards Adrien. “That was.... Weird.”

Nino struggled, before gulping and noticing how tall the ceiling of the classroom was. “Shit.” Adrien ran out to look out of the window. Some sort of butterfly akuma– not Hawkmoth –flew around, sending little clouds of butterflies, which were taping people to the wall.

“Gonna say, not the weirdest akuma we’ve had,” Nino gulped. He was not a fan of heights.

“What are they doing? And why just you?” Adrien mused, watching the people who struggled against the string.

“Trust me, I have no idea.” Nino said shakily. Adrien needed to get his friend down.

“How are you holding up? No pun intended.” Nino laughed and pushed gently against the strings.

“They’re... stiff now. I can’t rip through them.”

Adrien ran to the door and peeked out, only to find that the doors were covered in the same substance. It looked like Chat Noir wouldn’t show up to the battle for a while– at least not until he helped his friend. Was there another choice? Nino up there looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack, and he was kind of trapped in the room too.

Nino could keep a secret.

“Okay uh, don’t freak out,” Adrien said, pausing, allowing him to second guess himself.

“I’m calm! Me? Calm! One hundo percent peachy!” Nino said, his voice going up in pitch as he spoke.

“But I’ll get you down.”

“How!?”

“Plagg, claws out!”

Nino could only watch from above. He didn’t know if he was even awake at this point.

“DUDE.” He yelled. Adrien– Chat Noir –put his finger to his lips, shushing him. His friend-turned-superhero used the iconic baton to rise to the ceiling.

“I know you have like, a trillion fucking questions, and we can talk about it later, but I gotta get you out of this sticky mess.” Nino nodded slowly, giving a small smile at the pun. Geez. Of course Adrien was Chat Noir. Nino was the only one to have heard Adrien tell god awful puns.

“I’m going to cataclysm the webbing. Grab onto my shoulders so you don’t, you know, fall to your death.”

Nino nodded. He wrapped his arms around his best friend’s neck. God, even in danger I’m a bisexual mess, he thought.

“Cataclysm!”

Suddenly, a burst of ladybugs swarmed the room, taking the string with it. Before Chat Noir could possibly even process this, he pushed his cataclysm onto Nino’s stomach.

Which, luckily, left him shirtless.

Well, lucky that he wasn’t dealing with broken ribs.

Pretty unlucky that he was hugging his crush (who was in black leather) at a stomach-churning height, shirtless.

“DUDE!” Nino yelled embarrassedly. “This is like, literally one of my nightmares!” Adrien quickly detransformed, handing nino his white top shirt.

“Sorry sorry!” He laughed, both diving for their seats as Mlle. Bustier walked in. She paused, looking at Nino who now wore a white shirt, and Adrien, who lacked one. She sighed.

“You two can go home early of the akuma attack. 30 minutes instead of an hour and 30.” She looked tired and left the room.

Adrien turned to his bright red friend with a shit eating grin. “So what was ��even in danger I’m a bisexual mess’ about?”

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send me a ship/character + fluff/angst OR send me a ship/character + a prompt!

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beautymercurydragon · 4 years

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Lukadrien for the song ask game.

Ooh... I’m not the biggest fan of this ship (don’t hate it, but I’m not exactly crazy about it either), but I’ll try and do the best I can for you, anon! (They’re both pan icons in my eyes so I have no issues with the ship lol)

Probably ‘It’s Nice To Have A Friend’ by Taylor Swift. I love that song, and it fits so many ships of mine. (Lukagami, LadyNoir, and more from other fandoms to name them all.)

Thanks for the ask! Hopefully you’re happy with my choice for it! :D

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chelleaslin · 5 years

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Lukadrien June Day 19- Genderbend

@miraculouschallenges

The sand was warm on Adrianne Agreste’s feet as she sat back under the shade of a beach umbrella. She was sporting a white one piece as matching throngs, All a part of her Mother’s newest Summer swimwear line.

“Hey, Adribabe!” A familiar voice called loudly. Adrianne stiffened viabilily at the voice, she turned her head to see her childhood friend, Chadwick Bourgeois.

“Hey, Chad.” She smiled, tensely. She felt herself reach for her beach bag and place in on her lap, covering herself up temporarily while she searched for her matching white beach kaftans, just to cover up more. She liked Chad, he was her first ever friend but after they had gotten into their teenage years and puberty started, he treated her as a object that he own and it made her super uncomfortable. Expecially because being the Mayor’s son, he always got want he wanted, he never took no for an answer.

“You are looking as fine as ever!” He smirked, his blue eyes shamelessly roaming up and down her body. She just smiled tightly at his ‘compliment’ “come and join me in the water?”

Red flags went off in Adrianne’s mind, that was a big no-no.

“I can’t, Mother doesn’t want me getting burnt, I have a big photoshop coming up.” She smiled, hoping that he’ll fall for it. He looked at her for a second before furrowing his brow.

“The why did you wear such a revealing swimsuit?” He sneered, Adrianne could already tell his temper was building from her rejection.

“I’m promoting Agreste’s new swimwear.” She smiled rightly, it technically wasn’t a lie and he had to see logic to that.

“Well what better way to show it off then In the water?” He smirked, leaning over her. She yelped a little at his close approximately.

“I can’t get-“

“Sunburned, I know, luckily for you they invented sunscreen.”

Adrianne was at a lost for words, she really didn’t know what to say back to him. All her excuses were undid by him and she really didn’t want to say no to him directly, no one wanted to start a Bourgeois tantrum.

“Hey, Adrianne!” Another familiar male voice called, this time she relaxed as she reconisised the voice as one of her best friends, Alan Césaire and his girlfriend, Adrianne’s bestest friend, Nina Lahiffe.

Chad stiffened as he saw Alan approach, it wasn’t a secret that Alan, couldn’t stand Chad, he was stuck up, overbearing, bossy and perverted. He was constantly harassing his best mate, Marin all the time, Apparently for years before Adrianne and Alan moved to their school 3 years ago.

“Alan, Nina.” Chad sneered as the couple walked over to them, hands intertwined. Nina instantly let go of her boy friends hand and came to Adrianne’s aid, sitting next to her and placing a hand in her arm for comfort. She knew more then anyone else what a pushy, perverted pig he could be and how much Adrianne was scared to be alone with him in fear of something terrible happening.

“Hey, Chad. Sorry to be a bother but Adrianne actually promised to hang out with us today.” Alan smirked, “isn’t that right Adrianne?” He gave a pointed look to her and Nina.

“Oh shoot! Yes, I totally forgot.” The blonde haired girl played along. Chad watched with annoyance as all 3 teens started “remembering” all the plans they had made.

“Whatever, Samuel, lets go!” He snapped as he turned on his heel and marched towards the water. Samuel, a timid redhead also known as Chads best friend, scurried after him.

“Jeesh.” Alan muttered, arms folded over his toned chest. “What a brat.”

“Are you okay?” Nina whispered, her golden brown eyes filled with concern. Adrianne nodded, glad that her friends had her back. She looked up and the two and smiled before realising someone was missing.

“Where Marin?” She asked, confused. Marin was a very shy and timid boy and in social situations he was normally found right by Alan’s side. A smirk cover Alan’s face at her question.

“Gotta crush do ya, Agreste?” He teased. Adrianne blushed, not because she actually harboured any feelings for him but out of sheer embarrassment, Alan hasn’t been sly with all his comment, she knew Marin fancied her. Unfortunately for the kind boy and Chad alike, Adrianne didn’t fancy boys.

“You know that answer to that.” Adrianne deadpanned.

Alan opened his mouth, ready to tease the girl again but Nina shot him the dirtiest look ever causing him to clamp his mouth closed.

“Look, speaking of Marin here he come now. Oh, Lucia is with him.” Nina smile, waving enthusiastically to the pair of teens walking their way.

Adrianne looked up from her hands to see Marin walking towards them an older girl at his side. The blonde model couldn’t help the blush that dusted her cheeks as she took in the ‘lucia’ girl’s appearance. She had over frown, messy, black bob cut. The ends of her hair dipdyed blue and tickling her collarbones. She had bright blue eyes that shown brighter then any other pair see had ever saw. She wore board shorts and a old band tee as bather, not showing off her figure like the rest of their peers, yet something about that made her even more beautiful, more alluring to Adrienne.

“H-hey, Adrianne!” Marin stuttered when he finally stood in front of them. Adrianne waved back at the boy, not saying a word, silenced by Lucia’s pure present. Marin didn’t seem to mind, blushing at the simple attention from the girl. Lucia furrowed her eyebrows at Marin, looking back and fourth between his blush face and Adrienne lack of proper attention. It didn’t take long for the girl to realise the situation, realisation crossing her features. She looked upset for a second before taking a deep breath and smile down at Adrianne who was still staring intensely at her.

“Hi, I’m Lucia Couffine, Jonathan’s older sister.” She smiled, introducing herself to Adrianne. The blonde girl blushed darker as she realised who this girl was, this girl was Justin, 20 year old, adult women! The one that was in a guitarist in a real bad and was a total badass. She felt her heartbeat harder and fasting, she really should reply right about now.

“I’m Adrianne Agreste, it’s very (VERY) nice to meet you.” She smiled brightly up at the girl, not one of her fake, modelling smile but a genuine smile that made her whole being feel like it was shiny. Lucia froze this him, a light blush appearing on her cheeks. Holy shit, she looks so pure when she smiles! Lucia found butterfly’s erupting in her chest making her freeze, that wasn’t good. She nervously smiled at the girl as she awkwardly begged someone else to start a conversation, just wanting to get lost in her own thoughts. Luckily for her Alan and Marin started to chat straight away, giving her time to think without being rude to anyone around her.

She had recognised the name straight away, Agreste, Gabrielle Agreste’s Daughter, the super model. She didn’t know much about her, fashion clearly not being her thing, she glanced down at her attire suddenly feeling self conscious wearing something like this in the presence of a fashion icon.

“Luci? luci? Lucia!” A voices yelled in her face, she squealed as she jumped. Laughter erupted around her causing her to blush, she looked to her left to see Marin. Was the one trying to get her attention.

“Yeah?” She asked, as she regained her cool.

“Alan and I are going for a swim are you coming?” Lucia grinned, excited to go and mess around in the water for a few hours but found herself faltering, what was Adrianne going to do? She turned a shy gaze towards the girl who was talking to Nina.

“You wanna hang with the girls? All good,join us after if you want.” With that Marin and Alan waves goodbye and had a race to the shoreline. Lucia watched the completely horrified that Marin would actually leave her with strangers! Well technically not,she had meet Nina a few times when she join Alan, Marin and herself, from what she could tell she was a sweet girl.

“Are you going chill with us?” Nina asked happily, Lucia just nodded her head. “Sweet.” Nina smiled, judging Adriannes side, the model just blushed hard.

“Is that okay?” Lucia shyly asked, not waiting to sit and make herself comfortable yet if she wasn’t welcome.

“Yes!” Adrianne blurted far to eagerly, instantly rejecting her out burst as both girls blush horribly. Nina looked between them confused and feeling mildly left out, until realisation click in. Her mouth formed an ‘o’ shape before she smirked.

“Actually, I think I’m going to swim with the boys.” She slowly stood up from Adrianne’s beach chair she was still sharing with the girl. “Ya know, spend some time with the boo.” She giggled as she took steps backward steps towards the beach, never once taking her eyes of Adrianne, who looked like she was about to have a meltdown.

“What-no!” It was too late, Nina turned on her heel and sprinted towards the beach and leaving to two awkward girls behind.

“Would you- ah- like to s-sit?” Adrianne awkwardly asked her yet always ever so polite.

“There’s only one seat...” Lucia pointed out, blushing at the thought of being so close to her.

“We could share?” The blonde moved over more, patted the seat and smiling up at Lucia. Lucia looked at the small gap, Nina was a tiny girl and fitted perfectly alongside Adrianne’s equally petite body, Lucia wasn’t as small as the other girls.

“I don’t think my fat ass would fit, I’d end up on your lap.” She laughed, before freezing as she realised what she said. She slowly looked down at Adrianne, catching her reaction. The poor girl looked completely frazzled by her comment, her face bright red as she gapped her mouth in shook.

Lucia mentally smacked herself, opening her own mouth, ready to apologise but Adrianne spoke before she could.

“I couldn’t mind.”

It was Lucia’s turn to gap like a fish as Adrianne instantly rejected what she said.

From the Ocean, Nina stood with her arms crossed, a smirk on her face. She couldn’t hear what the two girls were saying but by the red faces and bashful atmosphere, she could tell they things were going exactly as she planned. If a gorgeous chick like Lucia didn’t make Adrianne want to burn the closet she confined herself too, then she didn’t know what would.

#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #marinette dupin cheng #adrien agreste #luka couffine #nino lahiffe #chloe burgeois #genderbend #lukadrien #Lukadrienjune

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