Chapter 1: Lukanciel
Chapter Text
Lukanciel Headcanons
[Part 1]
- Fresh from his breakup with Marinette, Luka is not okay.
- 4k photos of his mourning period aside, the eldest Couffaine spends his evenings strumming every minor chord in existence on his guitar in a cloud of regret and loneliness. It doesnât help that the poor boy lost his first love and discovered his long lost dad all in one fell swoop.
- This continues. Anarka has choice words with her former flame but even free VIP concert tickets for life isnât enough to drag Luka out of his funk. Juleka and Rose bake him a vegetarian lasagna. Itâs his favourite! Or it used to be. Nothing hits the same anymore.
- The lyrics arenât coming, but the tunes are. The hurt and betrayal fuels melodies and harmonies that thrum in time with his shredded emotions. Anarka grimaces and offers him his first Heineken.Â
- Itâs a Friday night and Luka takes his electric guitar and his amp stack outside onto the upper deck. His âfuneral dirgesâ â as Juleka so aptly calls them â echo across the Seine and draws the gaze of the tourists who pass by on river cruises. The ever changing audience spurs him, excites him, and Luka knows that this must be how his father feels every night on the stage.Â
- He decided then and there that heâs going to start busking on the streets to get some experience and some cred, as well as that burgeoning rush of performing live for people who might enjoy his art. And hey, a little cash on the side wouldnât hurt either.
- The streets of Le Marais are bustling with street performers and Luka soon finds his groove near the banks of the Seine a couple streets down from his house. Friends begin popping by, cheering him on as he shreds his latest song, one thatâs inspired by the moon against the pink clouds of sunset. Juleka seems to have dragged her entire collĂšge year with her tonight and Luka thrives on the vibe. Music is healing, after all.
- One of her classmates catches his eye solely because of his fantastic sense of style. He's rocking the whole rainbow of colours and it's enough to make him change his tune a little, major keys rising above the sorrowful tremor of his previous song. The guy, whoever he is, blushes profusely as his boyfriend (?) whispers something in his ear. It's a good look on him, he thinks. He'll ask Juleka about him later.
- The smirk on her face tells him everything he needs to know about the quality of information he's going to get when he asks her about him later that night so he asks Rose instead. She gushes, like she always does, and Luka finally figures out why he was so intrigued in the first place. Marc Anciel is non-binary, which piques Luka's curiosity. A quick Google search in bed tells him the basics: not exclusively male or female, they/them pronouns, also known as genderqueer. It's a vibe and Luka's into it; he loves seeing people living their lives the way they want to live them, loudly and proudly and without reservations.
- Itâs maybe two weeks later before he sees Marc again and to be honest, heâs kind of forgotten all about him. Itâs been a wild stretch of time; Jagged invited him on a hot air balloon ride over Paris during a publicity stunt for his next album and Luka had a blast, quite literally, transmitting teaser riffs across the entire city. Itâs the kind of father-son bonding heâs never expected to ever get a taste of and Luka feels nothing but elation as they soared along the skyline, chasing birds and strumming chords together.
- A few days after his flying adventure, heâs busking on the right bank of the Seine when Marc tosses a few euros into his guitar case and steps back, bobbing his head to the music. Heâs standing beside a girl that Luka assumes is his older sister, based on their identical noses and the giant pride flag on her t-shirt. Luka builds on his melody, letting it burst through the seams of his earlier songs. Itâs a good sound â a new sound â and maybe itâs the kind of heartsong that a new friendship could build from.
- âIâm Luka,â he introduces himself as those final chords wane into silence. Marc smiles shyly and introduces himself in kind, appraising his electric guitar with curious eyes.
- âDo you sing as well?â Marc asks. Luka does, of course, but not very often. He can never quite find the right words to say.Â
- Eagerly, Marc explains heâs a writer. Apparently, heâs had poems published online and writes for fanzines all the time. Lukaâs definitely intrigued because heâs wearing a bulbasaur necklace and has a BTS tank on and if that doesnât explain everything he needs to know about Marc, he might as well be blind.
- âBulbasaur, eh? Heâs always been my favourite starter PokĂ©mon.â
- Marc beams and Luka grins. Itâs definitely the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
[Part 2]
- Marc loves Tiktok and uses his platform to start sharing videos of Luka busking on Parisâ street corners. He annotates each of the videos with ideas about what each of the guitaristâs songs are about and Luka likes to watch them when he gets back home at night.
- Marc is actually right, most of the time. âSerengetiâ is about getting over his breakup. âTwo Knivesâ is about the pain heâd felt in his heart. âSymphonyâ is not, in fact, about his ex-girlfriend's heart song. Itâs actually about how much he loves vegetarian lasagna.
- Marc thinks itâs hilarious and writes him some lyrics to go along with it. Luka thinks theyâre pretty funny and screenshots it for his Instagram. Overnight, his friends spam the comments with âLasagna Del Reyâ and itâs the hardest Luka has laughed in weeks.
- He catches Marc sipping a coffee outside a cafĂ© about a block from his house and heads over to say hello. Marc is pleasantly surprised and mentions that heâs waiting for his boyfriend but Luka is welcome to join him until Nathaniel shows up. The minutes pass like seconds and Lukaâs already on his second lattĂ© by the time Marc realises that his boyfriend messaged him a half hour ago to say he can't make it.Â
- Marc is understandably disappointed and Luka offers the first thing that comes to mind, which is a jam session. Music always makes him feel better and, judging by the look on Marcâs face, he could definitely use a pick-me-up.
- Itâs evening by the time Marc realises heâs spent the entire day with Luka, writing lyrics and songs together in the older boyâs bedroom. His cheeks flush when Anarka invites him for dinner and accepts graciously, having been taught to always treat others the way you want to be treated.
- They giggle over roast chicken and make silly faces stuffing grapes in their cheeks. Juleka always wins the competition but Marc gives her a run for her money, which leads to Juleka making a comment about Marcâs mouth that has him blushing from head to toe. Luka thinks itâs funny at the time, but that all changes when Marcâs gone home and Luka spends half the night awake thinking about that very mouth.
- Itâs...a new feeling. But not entirely unwelcome.
- The weeks pass and school is finally out for the summer, leaving Luka a lot of extra time to play music and enjoy the extra income that comes with eager tourists lining the banks of the Seine. Heâs quit his job delivering takeaway and enjoys raking in almost three times his salary by doing what he loves most of all: performing his music as the world goes by.
- On a bustling day in July, Luka decides itâs time to play his newest song for his audience and mentions on Instagram that heâll be singing for the very first time. Heâd memorized Marcâs lyrics until they were ingrained into every chord and he felt ready to perform it for someone other than the stuffed Ladybug sitting on his bookshelf.
- âRevolving Doorsâ is a song theyâd written together about new beginnings. He hadnât realized it at the time, but Marcâs friendship had helped him rise above the hurt of his heartbreak and see things in a different light. He sings it proudly, his voice starting out tentative and small. It grows in volume and power as the lyrics ignite something in his bloodstream, sending goose pimples coursing down his forearms despite the heat of the sun.Â
- Couples and friends stop to listen. Luka milks the final chords and smiles into the cameras pointed his way. âThat song was written by a friend of mine. His name is Marc.â
- One of his friends from lycĂ©e sends him a link to a trending video of him singing âRevolving Doorsâ on Tiktok. He leaves a comment and by the time he wakes up the next morning, he has over 10k new followers.Â
- Penny Rolling calls him that afternoon and warns him that his dad has been telling anyone who will listen about the Tiktok video and that he might be receiving some calls in the future. Luka hangs up after their conversation and calls Marc immediately to tell him the good news.
- Marc is absolutely elated and bikes over to his houseboat to get started on the next song heâd been thinking about since last Thursday when heâd been chatting with his sister. The minutes pass like seconds and theyâre already on their fourth jam by the time Marc realises that his boyfriend messaged him a half hour ago to say he was still waiting at the little cafĂ© for their make-up date.Â
- A few days later, he and Marc are back to writing breakup songs again.
[Part 3]
- Itâs August now and Paris is sweltering. Marc and Luka lay sprawled on the wood floors of Lukaâs bedroom drinking Coca-Cola and working on their respective projects. Marc is responding to comments on his latest Catradora fic and Luka is finagling with the reverb on yesterdayâs recording of âTruth & Liesâ. Theyâre both so caught up with what theyâre working on that Marc doesnât even realise that Lukaâs taken off his shirt until ten minutes later when he gets up to turn the fan on high.
- Luka hears the vibe in the room shift and sets his iPad to the side, peering up between his bangs at his dark haired friend. Heâs redder than the hoodie hanging from Lukaâs porthook and Luka realizes belatedly that itâs probably because of him.
- âSorry,â he says, reaching back over to grab his Jagged Stone tee from where heâd tossed it. âI didnât mean to make you feel uncomfortaââ
- âItâs-itâs fine,â Marc squeaks, shoving his stylus in his mouth to keep himself from making any more embarrassing noises. Luka finds it oddly endearing and vaguely realises that he has a type. âItâs y-your room afterâafter all.â
- âItâs just so hot.â Luka grimaces when his skin unsticks from the shellacked floor with an awful squelch. âIâll grab a tank.â
- âY-you donât have to.â Marc swallows the lump in his throat and tugs at the choker around his neck. âI donât...um. I donât mind.â
- Luka might not be great at communicating, but heâs spent long enough watching the way Juleka and Rose act around each other to know what this is. âAre you sure?â
- âVery.â
- Lukaâs lips curl into a mischievous smirk. âShould I take off my jeans too?â
- He most definitely deserves the red hoodie being thrown into his face a second later.
- They dance around each other after that. Lukaâs intrigued at the way his brain is suddenly noticing the slender length of Marcâs fingers and immediately regrets helping him repaint his nails. Having Marcâs hand in his causes Marc all sorts of grief by the looks of him as they sit stiffly on Lukaâs bed, and Lukaâs starting to wonder if Juleka is right about him having a bisexual crisis.Â
- Luka has to do something. The tension between them is thicker than the cloud of smog hovering over the sweltering city and Marc seems like he can barely breathe, let alone say whatâs on his mind.
- âDo you want to kiss me?â Luka immediately regrets it the second he says it, hating the way he sounds so ridiculously blunt. Why canât he use words like he uses his fingers to wring love songs from his fretboard?
- âWhat?â Marcâs entire body jerks away from him, nearly knocking the bottle of polish out of Lukaâs fingers. âNo? I meanâyes? I mean, of course I do! Look at you!â Marc gestures widely at Lukaâs bare chest, wet nails be damned. âYouâre like Apollo! You play guitar like youâre trying to make love with the strings and itâs killing me and I donât know what to do because youâre not gay and youâre not even my type!â
- Luka forcibly has to force his jaw closed. âWho says Iâm not gay?â
- Marc blinks. âYou dated Marinette.â
- âDoesnât mean Iâm not bi.â Luka screws the lid of the polish back onto the neck of the bottle. âAnd what do you mean, Iâm not your type?â
- âYouâreâI mean.â Marc reverts back to flailing his arms in his general direction. âYouâre tall and handsome and you have really nice arms and your backâoh god, when your guitar strap settles between your shoulder bladesââ Marc tries to gain back his composure and fails miserably. âYouâre justâyou know, you wouldnât know Iâm a writer by listening to me right now.â
- Luka laughs. âHold your nails in front of the fan before you ruin them.â
- âGood idea.â Marc exhales, then turns his back to him. Luka slowly gets off the bed and carefully laces his thumbs through Marcâs belt loops, giving him plenty of time to move or say something to stop him. Instead, Marc releases a shaky breath and leans back against his chest. The crown of Marcâs head fits perfectly beneath Lukaâs chin and Luka worries that Marc will be able to feel his hammering heartbeat through his tie-dyed shirt.
- âI think theyâre dry,â Marc whispers after a few minutes, comfortably accustomed to the way Luka has relaxed behind him. Marc feels protected in a strange, exhilarating way. He had no idea he was into broader, taller guys but now that he has one pressed against him, Marc canât help but thrill at what might happen next.
- âWell?â Luka hums and Marc shudders at the way his voice rumbles against his spine. Marc slowly turns around, Lukaâs thumbs dislodging from the waist of his jeans at the movement, and tips his chin up to see exactly what heâs up against.Â
- âYou asked me if I wanted to kiss you.â Marc draws his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before willing himself to speak. âI want to, but only if youâre okay with it.â
- âI am.â Luka wishes he knew what else to say to make this sound more romantic or something, but his words seem to do the trick regardless. Marc rises on his toes and Luka bends down to meet him halfway, their lips brushing with the kind of promise that has Luka reaching out before he can stop himself. Hands now firmly anchored to his friendâs waist, Luka nudges him closer and drinks his fill.
- Eyes closed, Luka loses himself in the texture, the taste, the sound of Marc as he sinks into his embrace and kisses him properly, well acquainted with the subtle art of kissing him senseless. Marc has a lot more experience than him but Luka makes up for it in enthusiasm, letting his body react eagerly to every sigh and kiss and caress of his tongue. Luka moans as Marc seems to push his every button like an expert, guiding him towards the wall step by step. Marc clearly wants to be captured and Lukaâs desire to claim burns in his veins like an addiction, kissing him senseless.
- They kiss and explore their newfound feelings, heedless to the world around them. Luka can feel the songs being written with every caress and burning touch of skin, searing in its intensity. He loves this â knows it down to the marrow of his bones â and can feel something incredible on the cusp of creation.Â
- The minutes pass like seconds and theyâre already half gone by the time they both realise that thereâs more between them then the music theyâre making together. Luka pulls away with a gasp and Marc grins back mischievously. Itâs definitely the beginning of a beautiful relationship.
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Chapter 2: Marigami
Notes:
Who doesn't love Marigami? It has to be one of my favourite ships!
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Chapter Text
Marigami Headcanons
[Part 1]
- They say opposites attract, and Marinette and Kagami really couldnât be more different. Calm, cool and collected, Kagami considers herself to be a brewing storm on an even keel, sharp enough to strike but only when prompted. Sheâs precise with a sword and even more precise with her words. Vague expressions and underhanded motives have never suited her; Kagami is lightning on the mountain. Unmovable. Unshakable.Â
- Marinette is just a mess. Silly, excitable, all over the place. A heart of gold and a body that seems to contort itself in ways the body simply shouldnât. She trips over a speck of dust and lands on her head only to right herself a moment later, just in time to face plant into a door frame. Marinette sings and dances without thinking, applying herself to every worthy cause. She smiles and laughs openly and always sees the good in everyone.
- Kagami canât help but be suitably enamoured.
- The fencer has never had time for friends, but the more time she spends with Marinette, the more she realises that she needs to start making time. Kagamiâs mother, a woman she respects greatly, has always controlled how she spends her free time. Lately though, she doesnât seem to mind Marinetteâs presence and Kagami doesnât question it. If Tomoe will allow her the odd get together with Marinette, she certainly wonât argue.
- Marinette and Kagami spend most of their time together at cafĂ©s drinking Orangina and giggling at videos on TikTok. Kagami is only allowed to have pre-approved apps on her iPhone and the two of them love watching all of the silly videos huddled up on their favourite banquette in the corner. Marinette knows she likes #organizing on TikTok and saves the amazing ones to show Kagami while they wait for their order to arrive. Itâs always the little things with Marinette that make Kagami appreciate their time together more than ever.
- This week, Kagami proposes that they go for a bicycle ride down the banks of the Seine. She loves to do active things and Marinette has proven that, so long as she wears a helmet, the clumsy girl can actually stay on her bike without falling over. It should be a safe enough passtime, but Kagami packs a First Aid kit in her backpack just in case.
- The spring breeze rushes through her hair as they fly down the banks together and Kagami smiles, just a little. The sound of Marinetteâs laugh brings her enough joy that she can hardly tamper the urge to join her, except Kagami doesnât really laugh very often. She wants to though. Marinette inspires her to try.
- âThis is the perfect spot!â Marinette exclaims, slowing down her bicycle just enough to hop off the seat and walk it down to a larger clearing. The shade of the trees has invited many Parisians to sit down and relax with a picnic basket and all at once, Kagami realises that this is what Marinette expects to do as well. Kagami has never had a picnic before. It will be a new experience.
- âYouâre going to love this!â Marinette beams, tugging a blanket and an insulated sack out of her back pack. âI brought croissants and gougĂšres and some vegetarian quicheâŠâ Marinette prattles on, pulling out one snack after another from her parentsâ boulangerie patisserie. Itâs a menagerie of food Kagami isnât always allowed to indulge in and Kagami has certainly begun to appreciate why the French are so obsessed with butter.
- âWhat are these?â Kagami asks once sheâs sat down across from her friend. Marinette has managed to unpackage everything without dropping them, tossing them skywards or mashing them into her toes accidentally and Kagami is thankful for little miracles. âIâve never seen them before.â
- âThese? Oh! These are new. One of my dadâs newest creations.â Marinette giggles and hands her the little carton. Inside are two small, pear shaped cookies with pink and green frosting on them. âHe calls them his âPoires dâAmourâ.â
- Kagami raises her brow and takes the one closest to her. âDo they taste like pears?â
- âI donât know, Iâve never tried them. We get to be guinea pigs today!â Marinette plucks the other cookie from the bottom of the box and takes a generous bite. âMmm! Theyâre pretty good! A lot better than his matcha and date macarons from last week.â
- Kagami cringes at the combination and takes a bite of the cookie, chewing it thoughtfully. The pear taste is subtle, its flavour heightened only slightly by the essence in the green frosting. There is another flavour there though, one that reminds her of melon, and Kagami scrutinises the uneaten half of the cookie between her fingers in an attempt to figure it out on her own.
- âItâs cactus pear.â Marinette provides helpfully a moment later, licking the rest of the frosting off her fingers. Kagami finds her gaze drawn to the carefree flicker of her tongue between her lips. âWeird, right? Iâd never heard of it, but my dad always buys the weirdest stuff from the exotic grocer just down the road from us. Apparently, itâs some sort of pink fruit thatâŠâ
- Kagami listens with half an ear as Marinette continues down another one of her tangents, always happy to fill the empty space between them with words and stories and whatever else comes to mind. Kagami appreciates and welcomes the sound of her voice and the shape of her words on her lips as they pour forth like a fountain, bathing her in a warmth of chatter that Kagami grew up without.Â
- Itâs the complete opposite of what sheâs used to and Kagami has grown to love it.
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[Part 2]
- Like two different poles on a magnet, Marinette and Kagami are always drawn to one another. Kagami canât always accept every one of Marinetteâs offers to hang out but when she can, she tries to rearrange her schedule to attend. This time, luck is on her side; Marinette has been accepted as an exhibitor at a fashion expo for young, up-and-coming talents and Kagami insisted she attend as a cultural field trip to better understand one of Parisâ most beloved traditions.Â
- At least, thatâs what she told her mother.
- Really, Kagami just wants to be in the crowd to check out the competition and take notes. Kagami will do anything and everything to ensure that Marinetteâs booth at the expo is seen by critics in a positive light and exits her private car in front of the Grand Palais with an iPad in hand to make all of the necessary notes.
- The other designers at the expo are good, yes. But nothing stands up to the whimsical style and flair of Marinetteâs creations. Unlike Kagamiâs own austere paint strokes, Marinette's uplifting spirit is clear in every single one of her designs. Lighthearted florals intermingle with soft, flowing silhouettes and dainty details. Itâs the exact opposite of what Kagami would wear herself and yet, the juxtaposition of her own approach beguiles her and entices her to double down on her efforts to make sure Marinette does well today.
- Scouts from various brands walk by and take note of Marinetteâs creations. She stutters through her explanations and Kagami wishes she would put as much effort into her public speaking as she does her button down blouses and waterfall skirts. Itâs annoying because she wants Marinette to succeed! She wishes she could just interfere and speak for her!
- âThat was soooo embarrassing.â Marinette hangs her head as the brand ambassador for Colette Paris walks away, entirely unimpressed. Theyâre not the first person to walk away from Marinette mid-sentence.
- âYour clothing is beautiful.â Kagami reaches out and lets her hand rest on her friendâs shoulder, a gesture of comfort she would have never done to anyone else before meeting Marinette. âBut you hesitate when you speak as if you have no confidence in yourself.â
- âBut I do!â Marinette buries her face in her palms. âMy spring line is amazing!â
- âThen start acting like it.â Kagami puts it bluntly, as always, and Marinette looks as if sheâs about to cry. âStand up straight.â Kagami straightens her back and urges Marinette to mirror her movements. âYouâre short. Tip your chin upwards and keep your stance wide.â Kagami gives her a small nod of approval before taking Marinetteâs tablet off of the small table. âYou wave your hands too much. Itâs distracting. Hold this instead. It will look like youâre designing even now.â
- As always, Marinette trusts Kagami implicitly. The fencer takes a step back and appraises the up-and-coming fashion designer, her left eyebrow rising ever so slightly. âWhen the next brand ambassador comes by, answer their question directly. Donât try to be their friend. Theyâre not here for your personality. Theyâre here for your clothes.â
- Marinette takes a deep breath and releases it. âYouâre right. I need to be professional.â
- âExactly.â Kagami smiles just enough for Marinette to notice and watches as the girl brightens visibly. Marinette had once admitted that she loves getting to see Kagami smile and now she tries to do it more on purpose, simply to make her friend happy.
- âYouâre the best, Kagami!â Marinette wraps her arms around her in a quick embrace, her nose brushing against the back of Kagamiâs ear. Thatâs another thing about Marinette that Kagami loves so dearly; her casual affection does all sorts of things to Kagamiâs heart that has her thinking about it late into the night.Â
[Part 3]
- âYou saved me!â Marinette exclaims, pressing a kiss to Kagamiâs cheek an hour later. Kagami expects her to kiss the other cheek like a usual greeting but that moment never comes. âI was just checked off by three brand ambassadors! Look!âÂ
- Marinette is already signed into her portal and shows Kagami the form on her iPhone. Although several names remain grey, three considerable fashion houses are highlighted in green. âI knew you could do it.â
- âThank you for believing in me!â Marinette hugs her again, jumping up and down with delight. âYou always know just what to say to make me stop acting so stupid!â
- Kagami gently places her hands around her friendâs waist and closes her eyes, reveling in the sensation. Hugs, foreign as they are, are always welcome when they come from Marinette. âItâs my duty as your friend.â
- Marinette giggles and pulls back, her smile and her eyes sparkling in the overhead lights. âThank you. Now come on, I just need to pack up a few more things and then you can come back to my place and have dinner! Mamanâs making a traditional Sunday meal tonight and I want you to try it.â
- Kagami gracefully accepts the invitation and reminds her chauffeur via text that she will be going back to Marinetteâs place for the evening. Kagami lifts several of Marinetteâs suitcases onto her shoulder â a feat of strength that makes her friend gasp (much to Kagamiâs delight) â and they climb into the limo just in time for dinner.
- The food is delightful and the company even more so. Marinetteâs family is kind and generous and they fill the small space with effervescent joy and energy, something that her own home lacks in spades. Kagami would like to spend more time here and says so plainly, inspiring a lifetime open-door invitation from the Dupain-Chengâs.Â
- Marinette urges her to come hang out upstairs after dinner and Kagami follows, sitting comfortably on the chaise beside her as Marinette prattles on about the dayâs events. Kagami silently forwards her the notes sheâd taken about the other designers and they snack on pastries and watch anime well into the evening, basking in each otherâs company.
- At one point while theyâre watching Naruto, Marinette leans her head on Kagamiâs shoulder and Kagami wraps her arm around her friendâs back without hesitation. They stay like that for a while, content at the connection, but then Marinette starts talking about something Kagami hadnât anticipated.
- âHave you ever kissed anyone? Other than Adrien, I mean.âÂ
- Kagami shakes her head. âAdrien didnât want to be kissed.â
- Marinette suddenly shoots up like a rocket. âWhat?!â
- âI was never the right girl for him.â Kagami explains, staring pointedly at a knot in the hardwood. âYou two are much more suited to each other.â
- âI wishâŠâ Marinette trails off, dropping her head back onto Kagamiâs shoulder. âI couldnât date him right now even if I wanted to. Weâre both too busy.â
- Kagamiâs eyes furrow. âYou donât want to date Adrien?â
- âWell, I meanâIââ Marinette stumbles over her words. âI love Adrien but he and Iââ Kagami realises that Marinette is holding back something important. âI canât give him one hundred percent of who I am. Iâm stretched in too many directions and he is too. It wouldnât be fair to either of us.â
- Kagami is honestly surprised by the confession. âBut you have time for your friends.â
- âI make time for my friends.â Marinette sighs and glances at the dollhouse in the corner of her room. âItâs kind of likeââ
- ââa balancing act.â Kagami finishes, knowing the feeling intimately. She wonders what else Marinette has on her plate that she doesnât know about. âI know what itâs like. But I like making time for you.â
- âI like making time for you too.â Marinette beams, her smile so familiar that her heart skips a beat. Marinette smiles for everyone but Kagami knows that the connection between them is special, blossoming and changing every day. Kagami feels something bubble in her stomach, a feeling she used to associate with Adrien. It feels hot and shivery like a fever, burning like sparks all along her skin.
- âI would like to kiss you.â Kagami says, watching as Marinetteâs eyes grow wide. âI want my first kiss to be with someone I like.â
- âYouââ Marinette gasps but doesn't pull away as Kagami combs her fingers through her bangs. ââyou like me?â
- âOf course. Youâre my friend.â Or more than a friend, Kagami wants to say. Now that sheâs recognized the feeling of infatuation flowing through her veins, she sees no point in denying it.Â
- âI...well, umâŠâ Marinette gulps and blushes profusely, matching the perfectly pink colour of her shirt. â...I mean, yes! Yes, you can kiss me ifâif you still want to.â
- Kagami smirks. âI do. Donât be nervous. Have confidence.â
- Marinette is about to blurt something out when Kagami closes the distance between them and kisses her gently, cutting off any unnecessary blathering. Kagami loves the sound of Marinetteâs voice, yes, but tonight she wants to do something other than listen to that beautiful mouth talk.
- fin.
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Chapter 3: Adrino
Notes:
I LOVE Adrino so much OMG. What a bummer there isn't more Adrino rep in this fandom.
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Chapter Text
[Part 1]
- Adrien and Nino spend the summer between collĂšge and lycĂ©e playing video games as often as their busy schedules allow. Adrien feels like he has a modelling gig every other minute and rejoices everytime he gets home so he can sit in front of his screen with his headset on. Nino, on the other hand, has been running food deliveries for his uncleâs restaurant during the afternoon rush for extra pocket money. Ninoâs mom is adamant that he doesnât do any deliveries at night â between the protests and the mounting violence against âothersâ, the Lahiffeâs would rather be safe than sorry.
- Adrien loves Resident Evil Village and Nino likes to tease him about simping on the giant vampire lady because of course he would simp on Lady Dimitrescu. Nino hates jumpscare games personally and prefers playing Halo but hey, they compromise. Theyâre both super excited for Horizon Forbidden West and freak out over the game play when they see the trailer for it on Reddit.Â
- Nino follows a few Twitch streamers but Adrien must follow hundreds, if not thousands. Nino doesnât get it but the boy needs to compartmentalize his insane life somehow and Nino doesnât mind. As long as they have the time to play together, heâll be happy.
- âI wish I could play beside you.â Adrien seems to say this every time theyâre on voice chat and Nino expresses the same thing. He misses sitting beside his best bro, especially now that they wonât always be in the same classes in lycĂ©e. The dread in his chest at the thought makes him wonder, but he quickly brushes it off as karma for eating the Casablanca platter that the weird lady in the Marais refused to come down and get from the lobby.
- Alya is the first one to notice that somethingâs up with Nino. He talks about Adrien more than usual, which should have been her first clue. Sheâs a little jealous initially, hating that his gaze seems to be drawn in a direction different from her, but she comes to terms with it after a week or two. Nino is having a bi awakening and thatâs okay! Alyaâs been there, done that, got the pride t-shirt. But will Nino act on it? Will he just ignore it or mistake his bi feelings for something else entirely until he explodes? Now, thatâs the question.
- Nino has always been casually affectionate. A hug here, an arm draped over a shoulder there. Heâs like this with everyone, but more so with Adrien and Alya than anyone else. Itâs no secret how much Adrien loves the extra attention and actively seeks it out, thanking Nino politely for each and every little bit of closeness Nino sends his way.
- One fateful Friday evening, the boys manage to sneak Adrien out of his cage and they all congregate at a pool for Kimâs birthday party. Adrien is elated and wrestles with Nino in the water, climbing up onto his shoulders to fight Alex and Kim. Nino feels that rush again, the one that steals the breath from his lungs and pointedly reminds him that his best broâs unmentionables are smushed against the back of his head.
- Needless to say, they lose the battle miserably.
- But boy oh boy, Ninoâs not ready to lose the war.
- âYouâre having a bi awakening.â Alya swims up beside him, having watched the entire exchange with a bemused quirk of her lips. âAnd thatâs okay.â
- Nino nearly chokes. âWhat?!â
- âYouâve got feelings for Sunshine and Rainbows, I get it.â Alya pats him on his shoulder and presses a kiss to his cheek. âIâm not mad. Iâm actually kind of happy for you?â
- Nino splutters for a hot minute, his cheeks as red as the vibrant colour of Alyaâs suit. âI donâtâI meanââ
- âLook, if the time is right and heâs into it, you have my permission to kiss him. Weâre young.â Alya shrugs her shoulders and smiles encouragingly. âAnd if itâs something you want to pursue, then we can talk about it after, okay?â
- Alya swims away and six thousand thoughts course through Ninoâs brain at the speed of lightning. Was Alya giving him permission to cheat? No, Alya was giving him the room to feel without guilt and after a solid five minutes of hyperventilating and dunking his head underwater to keep from spontaneously combusting entirely, Nino goes and gives Alya the kiss of a lifetime.
- âThank you,â he whispers, to which Alya responds with a quick peck to the cheek.Â
- âYou do you, Turtle Boy.â She grins as he throws his head back and laughs, reminding everyone around them of how glorious he sounds when his soul is set alight. âYouâll always be number one in my heart. And hey, letâs agree that if you get to kiss Sunshine, then I totally get to kiss Ladybug.â
- âDeal.â He wraps his arms around her waist and whips her about, creating a whirlpool around them. âAdrien! Come and save me! Alya is trying to kill me!â
- As if on cue, Adrien swan dives into the water and snags his number one bro in a piggy back hold. âYour gallant hero is here to save you from her sirenâs call!â
- Alya shares a knowing glance with Nino and disappears beneath the water, swimming away towards Marinette and MylĂ©ne. Whatever happened between them is entirely in Ninoâs hands now.
[Part 2]
- Nino isnât exactly a man of action when heâs outside of his Miraculous suit. He prefers to chill and let things happen on their own, observing from the sidelines. Music keeps him on a steady keel and his own beliefs ensure that heâs always thinking of others while keeping as low a profile as possible. Blend in, but be a good friend. Mix great music and be known for the positivity he brings to the table.
- Having feels for his best bro though? Thatâs a different story, and if he wants to keep the positive vibes going, he needs to keep that tightly underwraps for the both of them. His parents, though kind, are very traditional. And Gabriel? Hah! Nino figures heâd probably send Adrien to a rich kid rehab centre in the country if the old man ever found out that Adrien kissed a boy, let alone had an independent thought.Â
- Then again, would Adrien even want to kiss him? Heâs sure heâd agree if he asked, but he doesnât want to force the matter. Thatâs the last thing heâd ever want to do!
- So things would have to be discreet. Nino could be discreet. He really had no choice in the matter.
- This situation though? This isnât discreet. Not even close!
- âBro, are you sure this is a good idea?â
- Adrien grins, the wind whipping his hair across his forehead. His golden halo gleams in the garden lights illuminating the tall hedges in the mansionâs garden. âOf course it is. There arenât any security cameras facing the labyrinth and the Wifi still works there.â
- âBut dude, how are you getting down?â Nino whispers, having snuck into Adrienâs yard through a hole behind one of the many stone statues lining the towering walls. His best bro, on the other hand, is standing just outside of his bedroom window.
- âThe same way I always do.â Adrien winks and Nino canât believe how absolutely chaotic his friend can be sometimes. How is he so perfect one day and then absolutely insane the next? Ninoâs jaw drops as Adrien steps onto the edge of the rooftop and leaps without so much as looking down. Nino scrambles to get underneath him just as Adrien snags a thick column of ivy just in the nick of time, swinging forwards like Tarzan and landing on the ground beside him in a superhero crouch.
- âDude!â Nino wants to strangle him and kiss him simultaneously, his blood both frozen in fear and boiling with hot hot heat at whatever the hell he just pulled off. âWhen did you start taking gymnastics, dude? What the hell?!â
- âWhat can I say?â Adrien says, brushing the dust off his knees as he stands. âIâm gifted in every category.â
- The pun goes right over Ninoâs head like a Boeing 747. âAre you okay?â he asks, still too shocked to notice that every goosepimple on his skin is tingling.
- âYep!â Adrien smiles and Nino is immediately reduced to putty. How does he do that? Itâs kind of like when heâs with Alya, except the feeling in his chest is completely different entirely. With her, his heart warms with affection and safety and happiness. He knows he can be himself and enjoy himself with her and thinks about holding her hand constantly. But Adrien? Being with him is like a rush of adrenaline, like a dangerous game where they canât get caught. âCome on, Nino. Letâs get lost!â
- Thoroughly baffled by the boy before him, Nino tottles along behind Adrien like the lovestruck fool that he is, though heâs not about to admit it. When Adrien had invited him to sneak over to his place and play Mario Kart 8 Deluxe on their Nintendo Switches, he hadnât expected to be doing it outside underneath the stars in his giant labyrinth.
- (...it was kind of romantic!)
- âDude, why donât we just sneak into your bedroom instead?â Nino asks as they enter the sanctuary of the pristinely trimmed hedges.
- âWeâd get caught!â Adrien laughs as if itâs obvious. âSometimes you can be pretty loud when youâre winning, and I donât want Nathalie to hear us. Sheâd ban me from seeing you for the rest of my life!â
- Nino swallows. Thereâs absolutely no way he can let that happen. âAs long as we donât get lost in there.â
- âI know the way.â Adrien bumps their shoulders together and smirks. âThe Gorilla is terrible at mazes. I come in here when I want to lose him.â
- True to his word, Adrien easily leads them to the middle of the labyrinth. Thereâs a small stone fountain surrounded by roses in the small courtyard and Adrien tugs a large sack out from under them, opening it to reveal the contents within. âI made sure we were prepared!â He exclaims, pulling out a blanket, two cushions and a variety of candies and snacks. With Ninoâs help, they set up the perfect little gaming cocoon. âSo? Who are you going to play tonight?â
- Nino pulls out his Switch and sits down beside his best friend and current raging crush, his heart fluttering with the close proximity. âWho do you think?â
- Adrien rolls his eyes and shoves some gummy bears into his mouth. âBuh you alwaysh play Yoshi!â
- âHeâs my dude!â Nino grins, snatching some of the candies from Adrienâs bag. âAnd you canât have him.âÂ
- âBut I thought I was your dude!â Adrien holds his palm against his chest and feigns heartbreak, which is when Ninoâs brain decides this would be a great idea to press a kiss to Adrienâs temple. Nino freezes the moment he realizes what heâs done.
- He tries to stammar out an apology and finds that he canât even will air into his lungs to breathe. Adrien stares, shocked senseless and wide-eyed, and Nino wishes the ground would swallow him whole.
- âNino?â he whispers tentatively, gently brushing at the very place Ninoâs lips had touched a moment earlier. Adrienâs face flushes red instantaneously. âDid you justââ
- But he doesnât get much farther than that. Nino sees the way Adrien is staring at his lips and lets his monkey brain make another executive decision. Softly, gently, cautiously, Nino leans in for a proper kiss this time.Â
[Part 3]
- As usual, Alya was right about everything. Nino is having a bi awakening and he is absolutely loving every second of it.
- Kissing Adrien is like nothing heâd ever imagined. Adrienâs lips are small and smooth and warm andâNino could mix an entire album to the tune of the way Adrien feels against his skin. Adrien doesnât shirk back either; Adrien presses just as intently, sighing a little as he tilts his head to the side and settles his palms beneath Ninoâs elbows, the new contact electrifying.
- Nino wonders if this is Adrienâs first ârealâ kiss and realizes that it probably is.Â
- He figures he might as well make it a good one.
- Adrien gasps as Nino runs his tongue along his lower lip, a hesitant invitation to take their kiss a little deeper. The sound is intoxicating and spurs Nino on, parting his lips and reaching for his shoulders to try and drag him a little closer. The expensive fabric of Adrienâs shirt is nice, of course, but the soft drag of his fingertips against the pale expanse of his neck is absolutely divine.Â
- Adrien tastes like gummy worms and kisses like a dememnted octopus, but Nino wouldnât have it any other way. Heâs more experienced and deftly teaches his best bro to restrain his slobber through hard work and experience, kissing him over and over again until theyâre both panting for air. Ninoâs back is killing him from leaning forwards and he moves away for a moment to stretch out the kinks, smiling at his wide-eyed, astonished friend. Adrienâs hair is all over the place and his kiss-swollen lips, once thin and pale, now shine in the ambient light of the Parisian sky.
- Nino imagines he probably looks just as blown away.
- âI want to do that again,â Adrien states plainly, and it all comes out in a breathless rush. Determined, he doesnât waste another moment and climbs into Ninoâs lap without hesitation, cupping his cheeks and kissing him thoroughly.
- âDude! Nnnhhââ Nino wraps his arms around his waist and reels at the sudden pressure, his every sense overtaken by the handsome, enthusiastic, teenaged equivalent of a baby deer currently trying to swallow him whole. Adrien is a terrible kisser but he makes up for it in eagerness, his passion and warmth a symbol of everything heâs always admired about Adrien. When heâs not shoved under his fatherâs imposing thumb, Adrien blooms like a flower and spreads joy wherever he goes, shining like a sunrise over the skyline of Paris.
- They both part for a moment and Adrien leans his forehead against Ninoâs, grinning from ear to ear. âThat was fun!â
- âY-yeah?â Nino replies breathlessly, butterflies raving like a David Guetta bassline in his stomach. He uses the back of his hoodie to wipe the saliva from his chin and feels a little silly all of the sudden, utterly mesmerized by the look of adoration gleaming in Adrienâs eyes.Â
- âWe should do this more often.â Adrien runs his fingers through his messy bangs and rubs the back of his neck a little nervously, sliding off of Ninoâs lap and back onto the blanket. âThat is, you know, if you want to.â
- Nino shrugs his shoulders. âAs long as you want to, Iâm game.â
- âAwesome!â Adrien is suddenly flurry of limbs, flailing until heâs perfectly curled around Nino like a contented cat. A little bewildered, Nino accepts the Switch that Adrien hands him and follows his lead as the starting music begins to filter through the evening air. Adrienâs Princess Peach whips Ninoâs Yoshi but Nino canât be bothered to get upset about it; instead, he distracts him by shoving a gummy bear up Adrienâs nose on the final lap.
- âDUDE!âÂ
- Theyâre best friends, and nothing about that changes. Nino sneaks into Adrienâs labyrinth every Thursday night for a video game rendezvous and eventually, Adrien actually learns the difference between kissing your partner and drowning them. Itâs nothing serious and Ninoâs love for Adrien grows and grows until it nearly bursts from his chest.Â
- âI love you...as more than a friend,â he admits one night, a few days before lycĂ©e is about to begin.Â
- Adrien gapes at him. âBut...youâre dating Alya?â
- âDoesnât mean I canât love you too.â Nino glances away, swallowing uncomfortably. âShe knows, by the way. She doesnât mind sharing.â
- âOh.â Adrien breathes, and sometimes Nino wishes his friend wasnât so adorably naive. âIs that what weâre doing? Dating?â
- âKind of?â Nino feels his cheeks flood with embarrassment. âI meanânot officially. Itâs like, itâs...we have a thing.â
- âSo weâre seeing each other? But we always see each otherâŠâ Adrien trails off, his head resting on Ninoâs outstretched thighs. âI like doing this. Kissing and playing video games.â
- âThen letâs keep doing it.â The last thing Nino wants to do is ruin what they have. âNothing has to change between us.âÂ
- âGreat!â Adrien flashes him his million watt smile and smashes a combo into his Switchâs controller. He obliterates Nino and he curses loudly, doubling down to get Adrien back. Itâs perfect and itâs them, a summer fling on the cusp of something more.Â
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Notes:
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Chapter 4: Alyanette
Notes:
Enjoy a little senpai!Alya on this lovely Friday!
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- Alya is and always has been a bit of a fangirl. Sheâs got action figures and posters and photos of Ladybug all over her room. Sheâs basically obsessed with Ladybug...and now that sheâs learned that Ladybug has been her best friend all along?Â
- Talk about crazy!
- Sheâs over at Marinetteâs a lot more regularly now, especially since sheâs now the permanent holder of the Fox Miraculous. Sheâs doing tons of research to try and figure out the secrets of the Miraculous from the grimoire. Sheâs managed to translate bits and pieces and sheâs learned so much about the lore. The excitement between them is tangible. Theyâre getting closer as friends than they have ever been before and everyone at school has noticed. Nino doesnât mind either â heâs feeling a lot less guilty about not being able to hang out because heâs been so busy networking for his budding DJ career.
- So things are going well. Actually, theyâre going great! Theyâre kicking ass and taking names! Marinette expresses relief that Chat Noir has backed off on trying to woo her 24/7 and the akuma attacks are becoming a lot easier to handle with 3 (and sometimes more) of the heroes batting down Le Papillonâs advances. It means that Marinette has more time to kick back and relax and hang out with their friends....
- ...which Alya has kind of been taking advantage of.
- Now that sheâs more or less made up with Luka, Marinette has been feeling a little less on edge and Alya is happy for it. They spend their evenings together talking about things other than boys, which is unusual in and of itself. They scour the city as heroes looking for akuma and they talk about strategies. They read through the grimoire and talk about potions. They watch TikTok and talk about how theyâre going to recreate them with their friends at school.
- And on this particular evening, Ladybug and Rena Furtive are sitting on a ledge on top of the Opéra Garnier talking about love.
- âYou love Nino, right?â
- Alya has a feeling she already knows where this is going. Unlike her spotted friend, Rena Furtive has eyes and can read body language. âAlya loves Nino.â
- Ladybug giggles, dragging her palm along her face. Silly of her to break her own rule; who knows who may be listening, even all the way up here. âSorry, Iâm just...not feeling myself today.â
- âHey, we all have off days,â Rena replies, wrapping her arm around Ladybugâs shoulders. Ladybug instinctively leans in and slouches against her side, breathing deeply. Rena feels her best friend relax instantly and knows itâs now or never. âAlya and Nino are together, but I have my eyes on someone else.â
- Ladybug jerks upwards, her blue eyes blown wide. âWhat?!â
- âDonât tell me you havenât figured it out,â Rena snickers, turning her body sideways in order to face Ladybug head on. âThereâs only one other person whoâs more obsessed with you than I am, and youâve made it clear heâs not in your wheelhouse. Youâve been in my room. Youâve seen all my merch.â
- âYeah...butââ
- âBut what?â Rena grins, loving the way her friendâs cheeks have blended in with her mask. âI love Ladybug. Iâm her number one fan! And now that I know that itâs been my best friend behind the mask the whole time?â Rena leans forwards and glances downwards, her lashes casting a shadow on her skin. âIt could be our little secret, you know. No one has to know.â
- âN-no one h-has to know what?â Ladybug stammers, still a little lost. Rena shakes her head with a smile and hopes this will finally make sense to her naive best friend.
- âThat we kissed.â
- Rena brushes her lips against Ladybugâs, giving the heroine ample time to flail and fall backwards should she react. But she doesnât, sitting frozen instead, her expression as shocked as Renaâs ever seen it. She waits for a moment and hopes she hasnât made a mistake but Renaâs always been someone who dives in the deep end and hopes for the best.
- Ladybug reaches up and gently touches her lips with her fingertips. âDid you justâŠâ
- â...kiss you?â Rena snorts. âYep. Do you want me to do it again?â
- Ladybug blinks. She opens her mouth. She blinks again.
- âI...are you sure? What aboutââ
- ââIâm Rena Furtive, I donât even exist!â Rena nudges her in the side with her elbow, narrowing her gaze. âLike I said, no one has to know. It could be our little secret.â
- Rena waits patiently as Ladybugâs mind slowly reels through the information. She can sense her cogs turning, her eyes clearly lost in thought. Rena smiles and hopes that Ladybug sees her offer for what it is; an opportunity to have a little fun with no consequences at all.Â
- âOkay.â Ladybug nods her head once, a determined look in her eye. âMaybe you can teach me some pointers since you already have experience.â
- Grinning, Rena simply shakes her head and leans forwards. âIâll teach you everything I know.â
- She seals her promise with a kiss. And another. And another.
- (They donât stop for hours, not until Rena has her flat on her back, pink and panting and begging for more.)
Chapter 5: Lukadrien
Notes:
Teenaged rebellion never looked so good.
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- It all started when Luka got his first tattoo. Juleka livestreamed it on Instagram and Adrien watched as much as he could of it while in the back of Fatherâs Mercedes, purposely ignoring Nathalieâs pointed stare. No doubt she would tell Father he was watching videos of his friends âpartaking in delinquent behaviourâ, but Adrien couldnât blame her. It was her job, after all.
- That aside, Adrien found himself both entranced and horrified as the artist carefully outlined the shape of a serpent in black ink up and down Lukaâs right forearm, wiping away the excess ink before starting anew. It must hurt like hell, but Luka talked through it easily, humming a melody heâd been writing with his sister like the needle in his arm was hardly a bother.
- Even after heâd been rushed out of the Mercedes and onto the runway, Adrien couldnât stop thinking about it. How calm and collected Luka had been. How intricate the scales of the onyx snake had been against the paleness of his skin. How the tattoo would look after a few days of healing.
- Adrien desperately wanted to find out. And thankfully, a week or so later, he got his chance.Â
- âDude, you gotta show Adrien. Heâs been dying to see it, bro!â Nino calls out from beside him, waving Luka over from where heâd just parked his bike. Marinette had organized a collĂšge graduation picnic and thankfully, the invitation that sheâd sent home with Adrien had âmandatory for class attendanceâ printed on it in big, red letters.
- âYes, please!â Adrien responds, practically skipping in place as Luka saunters over and stretches out his hand. Adrienâs eyes grow wide as he takes in the snakeâs coils that twist from his elbow to his wrist. The pattern on the snakeâs scales is so familiar that Adrien is sure heâs seen this type of snake before, from the hood of its neck to its elongated fangs.
- âDid it hurt?â Alix asks, buzzing with excitement. Sheâd already proudly announced that sheâs booked her first tattoo for her upcoming sixteenth birthday next week.
- âA little.â Luka shrugs, smiling downwards as Adrien forgets all of his manners and gently turns Lukaâs arm around so he can see the other side. âThe elbow was the worst part. Once he got away from the bone, it wasnât so bad at all.â
- âIt looks so cool,â Adrien gushes, unable to contain himself. His nose is practically centimetres away from Lukaâs skin so as to soak in every little detail. âI wish I could get something like this done.â
- Luka continues to indulge him, despite Alixâs teasing glance in their direction. âWhatâs stopping you?â
- Adrien snorts and stares in wonder at the snakeâs slitted eyes. âFather. Heâd kill me if I ever got a tattoo.â
- âI doubt heâd kill his best model,â Luka responds, smiling as Adrien shakes his head and prods the little tongue of the serpent with the tip of his finger.
- âWell, maybe not kill me. But heâd lock me away in my room until I was thirty five.â
- âDude, thatâs abusive,â Nino says. Beside him, Alix agrees.
- âItâs Fatherâs way of showing me he cares.â Adrien sighs and thanks Luka for letting him see the tattoo. Luka assures him that he can look at it anytime he wants.
- And, of course, thatâs how the plan begins.
- Six months pass and Luka and Adrien are closer than theyâve ever been, thanks in part to Julekaâs burgeoning modelling career. They cross paths frequently, which means he sees Luka almost as much and begins to spend his free time with him whenever he can under the pretense of practicing his angles with Juleka and his piano skills with Luka.Â
- Nathalie has given him exactly four hours of free time at the Couffaineâs on his day off, so long as the Gorilla is present to make sure he doesnât âpartake in any delinquent behaviourâ. Adrien is an expert at eluding the massive hulk of a man and within minutes of arriving, Adrien, Luka and Juleka are meeting up with Rose, Nino and Alix for what would be the wildest, best kept secret plan in the world.
- Why? Because Adrien was getting a tattoo. A tiny one. Very discreet. But a symbol of defiance and teenage rebellion nonetheless.
- The whole ragtag group piles into the same studio that Luka and Alix had gotten their tattoos. White walls reflect the bright pink neon sign that takes up the majority of the side wall, adding an ambiance that simmers with excitement as house music thuds through the speakers. Adrien signs his life away with shaking fingers and gives his friends a thumbs up before sitting down on the leather lounger. Luka follows him into the smaller workspace and distracts Adrien by talking about the merits of the 5/4 time signature as the artist carefully sterilizes his equipment and applies a stencil onto the pale strip of skin just inside the swell of his hip bone. Adrien had picked this part of his body specifically; even in swimming briefs, no one would be able to see it. He would have to be completely bare in order for anyone to accidentally spot the tattoo, which makes it the perfect location for a clandestine symbol of his secret life.
- The machine buzzes to life and Adrien prepares himself, gritting his teeth.Â
- âWhy did you pick this for your first tattoo?â Luka asks, wincing as Adrien grabs his hand and squeezes the life out of it. Adrien has been tossed around the city like a ragdoll countless times as Chat Noir, but this? This is the worst pain heâs ever experienced by far.
- âGhhhâoh my god.â Adrien heaves and tries to keep still as the artist completes the outline of the circle.Â
- âJust breathe.â Luka begins to massage his arm with his other hand, rubbing smooth circles into Adrienâs tensed muscles. âItâll be over before you know it.â
- Adrien garbles something unintelligible and lets his head fall back against the headrest with a thunk. âHow...did...you...?â
- âI just did.â Luka shrugs and smiles encouragingly. âYou get used to the feeling after a while.â
- âI am never getting used to this.â Adrien groans vehemently, pushing the words from his lips in one shaky breath. Luka isnât wrong though; after a minute or two of trying not to cry like an infant, Adrienâs hip hurts so badly that the pain begins to plateau into a five alarm burning bee sting. âIs it almost over?â
- âHeâs just finishing the spot,â Luka replies, leaning over to get a better look. Adrien opens his eyes, which is a horrible mistake. Between Lukaâs constant presence beside him and his friendâs face mere centimetres from his belly button, Adrien finally thinks of something else that cuts through the haze.Â
- âY-yeah?â Adrien stammers and hopes Luka thinks itâs still from the pain. In actuality, the last six months of Adrienâs infatuation with Lukaâs tattoo and, in turn, Luka himself has all flashed before his eyes in a matter of seconds.Â
- âAll finished,â the artist says, taking one last swipe with his towel before putting his tools away. Luka beams and congratulates him on being so brave, but all Adrien can think about is how his friendâs ample praise makes him melt like butter.
- âDo you want to see?â Luka takes the mirror and holds it up to the tattoo. Red and raw, the yin and yang symbol shines like a beacon of Adrienâs duality. Heâs the hero of destruction to Ladybugâs creation; heâs a flawless model with a secret dark side.Â
- âI love it,â Adrien breathes, the immediate pain already fading. The artist dresses the wound and Adrien listens to the aftercare instructions with half an ear â heâs far too busy committing the experience to memory.
- If Luka wants his hand back, he doesnât ask, even as they exit the room together. Adrienâs too lost in the clouds to even realize, but the rest of his friends arenât. Theyâll tease Luka about it later, but the blue haired boy doesnât seem to care.Â
- A week later, Adrien proudly shows off his secret tattoo to his secret tattoo posse â he canât risk anyone else knowing about it in case it gets leaked to the press â and beams when Luka tells him it looks beautiful.Â
- He doesnât tell Adrien he wasnât talking about the tattoo.
Chapter 6: Ace!Alix
Notes:
This is my favourite headcanon!
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- âI am the hero of the last chance. I'm called upon when everyone else has failed.â
- Alix crosses her feet and leans back, sipping gingerly on her too-hot tea. The day sheâd met her future self as a fifteen year old had been life changing. Her whole world view had shifted drastically in an instant; she finally knew she was meant for amazing things! She would grow up to be the wielder of, arguably, the most dangerous Miraculous of them all? It was amazing, and Alix wouldnât have believed it if it hadnât been for her twenty-something year old self looking her dead in the eye and telling her herself.
- But it had never occurred to her as to why she was chosen to be the time traveller.
- LycĂ©e certainly isnât her favourite place to be and, like most teens, Alix looks forward to what the future has in store. She plans on backpacking through Europe and visiting her uncleâs archaeological site in Egypt. She wants to see the world on her own, no strings attached. Fiercely independent and just a little stubborn, Alix knows that this is the kind of life sheâs meant to live â a nomadic one, a freewheeling one.
- ...a lonely one?
- Alix shakes her head and tries another sip of her tea, hissing at the sting on her tongue. Hunched over her homework, Alix sighs and lets her eyes unfocus, too wrapped up in the thoughts fizzling through her head. Sheâs certain that her self-confidence and independence stems from the fact that sheâd more or less raised herself. Her mother was never in the picture and sheâs close enough with her father, but everything she knows about herself comes from hard work and experience. And she knows one thing for certain; sheâs never going to be as pathetic as her brother Jalil.
- Jalil is always trying to bring girls home and waffles about regularly in an attempt to impress them. It grosses out Alix more than anything, but relationships were never her thing to begin with. Why ruin a good friendship with kissing? And why find a random stranger you know nothing about to sleep with? Alix never quite understood what that was about. Theyâre hot? But so what? What makes you look at a person and think that you have to have sex with them?
- Alix closes her notebook and shakes her head in bewilderment.
- At least her friends are better about it. Sure, Marinette and Adrien hold hands and kiss and are cute as buttons all day long, but Alix appreciates the work and effort they put into their relationship. Same with Ivan and MylĂšne, or Alya and Nino. Sheâs even grown to find Kimâs complete and utter infatuation with everyone on the swim team endearing, if only so she can tease him endlessly about it. If theyâre a good swimmer, Kim will try and date them, even if it means juggling several relationships at once (with permission, of course).
- Sheâs different, sure, but her friends never made her feel that way. Max mentioned asexuality as a label and Alix thought it suited her well enough, but she doesnât like the concept of slapping a stamp on her head and living under it for the rest of her life. So she accepts it but doesnât flaunt it. Itâs just not her style and no one faults her for it. In fact, she feels a little more understood.
- That is, until the fateful day a few years later when Ladybug announces that they need Bunnix out on the battlefield. And this time, it will be for good.
- As the permanent holder, Alix doesnât initially realize why sheâs been given this enormous responsibility, but it makes her feel important and she runs with it. She goes into the past and gives her ancestors a version of her Miraculous to make sure it eventually gets passed down to her. She goes into the future to deliver a Lucky Charm to a twenty three year old Ladybug standing on the edge of a Paris on fire. And eventually, after a couple of months, she finds Chat Noir crying on the scaffolding around Notre-Dame de Paris and vows to find out who Le Papillon is once and for all.
- Itâs...itâs not the answer sheâd hoped for.
- The more time she spends in her convoluted spaghetti bowl of timelines, the more Alix realises why she was chosen to be Bunnix, the hero of space and time. She can come back at any point and spend time with her friends, but she canât devote her life to a partner and kids â not that sheâs ever wanted any of that. And thatâs why Ladybug chose her. Ladybug âor Marinette Dupain-Cheng, as sheâs come to figure out â knew that Bunnix had to be able to act on a momentâs notice to save the universe and everyone else she knew had deep ties to other people. The last thing Ladybug wanted was to inadvertently hurt her friends or their relationships. Twenty-one year old Ladybug even assures her that she can trade in her Miraculous for another less dangerous one if she changes her mind and finds someone she wants to be with.
- Alix never does. Alix never wants to. Her life is whole the way it is, surrounded by friends and hobbies and BMX competitions. She doesnât want or need a sexual partner to be fulfilled in life, unlike her dumbass brother. Alix time travels ten years into the future for fun to find Jalil still living with their father, chasing after girls and getting absolutely nowhere. The Alix in this timeline, on the other hand, is digging up an Egyptian sarcophagus and eating hawawshi and living her best life as the explorer she always knew she was meant to be.
- fin.
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Chapter 7: Poly!Kim
Notes:
I ship this headcanon HARD.
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- Pure of heart and dumb of ass, Kim is known by everyone in lycĂ©e as Parisâ most wholesome himbo. Heâs especially popular with the athletics kids â he plays on every sports team and goes to every game imaginable.
- Football? He plays forward. Tennis? Rafaâs biggest fan. Equestrian? Heâs never met a horse he hasnât befriended within seconds. But swimming? Swimming is the only sport Kim truly takes seriously. Heâs at the pool every morning working on his backstroke and butterfly; he hopes to represent France when the Olympics come to town in 2024 and his dedication to his sport has impressed all his swimming team friends, to say the least.
- Itâs a Thursday night and Kim is just finishing his post-workout stretches with Ondine when SĂ©bastien invites the whole team to his house for a party on Friday. Kim is thrilled and shows up the next day with a jug of his infamous âJungle Juiceâ; no one actually knows whatâs in the Jungle Juice that make it so potent, but itâs ominously delicious and it always gets the party started.
- And, as far as Kimâs concerned, the party doesnât start until Kim walks in.
- The music throbs and Kim bops along to the beat, dancing along with everyone. He hoists his friends up on his shoulders and whoops and hollers into the wee morning hours. He never stops, not even for a moment, especially when there are dares involved. From posing on the balcony butt naked to burping the alphabet, Kim is the life of the party and the apple of everyoneâs eye. He helps Alexandra in the toilets when she gets sick to her stomach and braids PĂ©nĂ©lopeâs hair while watching Saint-Ătienne whallop Monpellier on the livestream because he loves doing things with his hands. He wingmans for ClĂ©ment because tonight is the night heâs finally going to admit his feelings for Kevin and catches snacks in his mouth with Martin just to help his swim teammate prove that he still has impeccable aim regardless of all the peach schnapps heâs chugged.
- So itâs no wonder that Kim has a line of potential suitors a mile long. Kim loves it and wants to act on it. He just doesnât know how.
- Heâs crushed on Ondine for years but he likes Alexandra too? And PĂ©nĂ©lope has the cutest nose heâs ever seen and ClĂ©ment? Best ass on the team, hands down. SĂ©bastien has lips that look amazing wrapped around a beer bottle and Kevin and Martin are two of the most hilarious dudes Kim has ever met. And he likes them. Like likes them. He wants to kiss them all! But he can only choose oneâŠ.right?
- Max tells him otherwise the next morning while heâs nursing his hangover. Heâs flat in bed trying to finish his calculus homework before the basketball game that afternoon when Max drops that info on him like a stone, crashing through his preconceived notions of relationships. âPolysexualâ and âpolyamorousâ are legit things apparently, and they resound with Kimâs conflict. Heâs just as attracted to boys and he is to girls, which should make him bisexual, but Martin identifies as genderqueer and Kim thinks heâs sexy as hell too. Max, who seems to know all this stuff that Kim doesnât, assures him that this could make him polysexual technically, although he can use any label he likes. After all, itâs his life and he can live it however he wants as long as everyone involved in his self-discovery consents and enjoys themselves.
- Kim always enjoys himself and, armed with this new knowledge, decides to let everyone and their dog know that he is loud, proud and ready to love everyone in his swim team crowd.
- He does his research. Kim actually reads something for a change and finds it interesting! Turns out there are lots of other people out there like him with a giant heart and a desire to love more than one person at the same time. Heâs not sure if anyone on his swim team would be down with being a throuple (or a quadroupleâŠor a pentoupleâŠwhat about a sixouple!) but he figures that if he tells everyone about his newly discovered sexuality and is open to trying anything, his friends might see it as an opportunity to take him up on the offer.
- Everyone is immediately accepting of his announcement on the first Monday back at swimming practice. Martin is especially interested, considering his own coming out experience last year. They chit chat about how good it feels to be honest with the world on the blocks before racing freestyle and everything goes back to normal. An akuma strikes, they all get turned into penguins and they laugh about it at lunch. They get the school day off on Wednesday for a regional swim meet and Kim sweeps the 100m and 200m butterfly events, as well as the 100m backstroke. The girls and the boys take the 4 x 100m freestyle relay and together, the team comes back with a lot of hardware and a lot of proud smiles on their faces.
- And on Friday night â at ClĂ©mentâs house this time â they party!
- The night goes exactly like theyâve come to expect: lots of drinking, lots of singing and lots of silliness ensues. But this time, when Kim braids PĂ©nĂ©lopeâs hair and exclaims that heâs finished, PĂ©nĂ©lope turns around and kisses him right on the lips.
- Now, Kim might not be the brightest of lights on the Christmas tree, but he is a man of action. And if someone wants to kiss him? Someone as pretty as PĂ©nĂ©lope? You can bet your ass heâs going to kiss her like he means it.
- âHey now, who said PĂ©nĂ©lope could have all the fun?â Martin prods Kimâs glutes with the side of his beer can and grins up at him and PĂ©nĂ©lope when they break apart for air.
- âAgreed!â Ondine plops herself down on Martinâs lap and sets her glass of Jungle Juice aside. âWell? Are you gonna share or what?â
- Kim smirks and his heart races in his chest, but itâs a different and welcome sensation. Itâs nothing like jumping into a pool at the sound of a starting gun; this feels like bubbles and fireworks and the promise of something new. âIf you want a piece of me, come and get it!â
- (Never let it be said that Kim doesnât love a good dare.)
- fin.
Chapter 8: EmiNath (NSFW!)
Notes:
This pairing is Emilie and Nathalie, by the way. Nathaniel is NOT involved!
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THIS CHAPTER IS RATED E FOR SEXUAL CONTENT.
I didn't change the rating of the story because the seven chapters before it are all T and it says explicitly in the summary that chapter 8 is NSFW.
You have been warned, thank you and enjoy!
Ămilie Agreste/Nathalie Sancoeur â NSFW đ
- No matter what day it is, Ămilie always looks picture perfect when she emerges from her bedroom or comes home from a film set. Her blonde hair is immaculate. Her pale, blemish-free skin is glowing. Her green eyes are sparkling.
- But when Gabriel leaves for Shanghai every so often and leaves Nathalie behind to take care of administrative tasks, something in Ămilie changes.
- Nathalie is just turning off the state-of-the-art Apple iMac for the evening when Ămilie pages her from upstairs, demanding her presence. Nathalie has been anticipating this moment since typing Gabrielâs trip into his itinerary three weeks ago.
- She pauses in the threshold of the atelier to check her appearance. She looks nothing short of professional. Itâs good to keep up appearances, of course. Mme Agreste will take great pleasure in ensuring that she looks quite the opposite before long.
- She knocks on the bedroom door three times and waits until she hears Ămilie call for her. Nathalie enters quietly and sucks in a quick breath at the sight.Â
- Ămilie stands, her legs spread, her stance wide. Her power suit, the one she keeps near the back of her closet, is unbuttoned all the way to her waist, teasing a glimpse of the deep crimson lace lingerie sheâs wearing underneath. Sheâs wearing those Louboutin stilettos again, the ones she only wears when Gabriel canât see them. Smirking, she beckons Nathalie over with the crop clasped in her fingers and invites Nathalie to kneel, as all good personal assistants should.
- âI have to memorize a script this evening. I hope you donât mind helping me out.â
- Nathalie swallows and nods silently. She stares at Ămilieâs feet and waits for her next command.
- âYou seem a little overdressed,â Ămilie mentions casually, caressing her cheek with the leather tip of the crop. âStrip. Then lay on the bed and wait for me.â
- She does as sheâs told, as she always does. Gabriel doesnât take well to mistakes and neither does his wife. The man, though, has no idea what kind of monster heâs created.
- Ămilie sits at her vanity and pages through a screenplay, taking her time. Nathalie waits patiently but the anticipation has her high-strung, already imagining the types of tortures her employerâs wife might have up her sleeves. Last time Gabriel left, Ămilie kept her on edge for the entire week using every trick and toy in her arsenal, and Nathalie expects much of the same this time around.Â
- âThighs apart, arms wide.â Ămilie encourages her with a swift tap of the crop and Nathalie immediately obeys. She knows her place in all of this and accepts it willingly; sheâd always admired the movie star for her looks and her poise. When Ămilie had initially proposed a surreptitious affair between the two of them shortly after her marriage, Nathalie had agreed without hesitation, but who knew that their secret nights together would turn into submissive marathons that kept Nathalie up all night long after they were over.
- Ămilie makes quick work of the cuffs and tightens them appropriately. She knows better than anyone how important it is to never leave marks where people can see them.
- âSnap your fingers twice if you need me to stop,â Ămilie says, fishing something out of her familiar box of toys. Nathalie had carried it out of the attic just this afternoon after returning from the airport and she supposes that was a torture in and of itself.
- The device in Ămilieâs hand is familiar: a hot pink rabbit that works wonders on breaking Nathalieâs will into pieces.Â
- âNow, youâll lay here and keep me company while I work, wonât you?â Ămilie turns the toy onto a medium setting and runs the tip of it between her captiveâs folds, smirking just a little as Nathalie begins to buck her hips in time with the movement. âYou really have no control over yourself, do you?â
- Sheâs starting to sound more and more like Gabriel everyday and Nathalie canât help but draw her lower lip between her teeth and suck to keep from admitting that sheâs absolutely right. She closes her eyes and she can feel her watching, waiting, hoping for her to break already. Ămilie must know that sheâs desperately in love with her boss. This is why she tortures her.Â
- âIsnât this what you want?â The toy prods her entrance and slips in easily, earning her a small gasp.
- âQuiet.â Ămilie smacks her on the inner thighs with the crop and admires the little red marks they make. Nathalie grimaces but accepts her punishment quietly as Ămilie ups her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her with vigour. It feels amazing and reminds her of the pleasure she could be having if she wasnât so devoted to her boss, a man who hardly looks at her unless sheâs needed.
- After a few more moments, Ămilie pulls the toy away and sets it aside. Nathalie watches with wide eyes as Ămilie produces another set of cuffs and dangles them above her belly, her green eyes sharp with interest. âThese go on your thighs. Iâll attach them together with this.â She holds a rod aloft and easily hooks it between the cuffs as a demonstration. âAnd then Iâll attach the Hitachi like so and watch you for as long as I please. How does that sound?â
- Nathalieâs lips part with a sharp intake of breath. âYes, please.â
- âAlways so obedient. Thatâs why Gabriel keeps you around, I think.â Ămilie explains casually, smirking as Nathalieâs enamoured expression reveals her true thoughts. She attaches the thigh cuffs quickly and spreads them with the rod, forcing Nathalieâs hips to near painful lengths. Ămilie straps the toy to the rod and sets it on her exposed slit, patting her once on the belly before plugging it in.
- Nathalie gasps as the sensation courses through her body and in the minutes that follow, Ămilie scolds her for being such a distraction. The gag is shoved in her mouth soon enough and Nathalie quakes and shudders as the controls are brought up and down without rhyme or reason, edging her over and over again until sheâs sure sheâs left a stain on Ămilieâsâno, Mme Agresteâs 1000 thread count Egyptian cotton bed sheets.
- She tries to beg in the short moments of composure sheâs allowed when Mme Agreste turns down the vibrations, but sheâs hardly understandable with a rubber ball wedged between her teeth. Mme Agreste seems to get the gist of her prayers nonetheless and tsks her, just like Gabriel would, watching her with a bored expression while sipping a glass of wine.
- Eventually her thoughts start fading, her consciousness a mess of want and need and desperation. She can hear Gabrielâs voice echoing in her ears, snarling at her for accidentally double booking an appointment. The look of intensity in his eyes had her both frightened and thrilled and Mme Agreste is looking at her just like he was now, severe and forceful and exactly what she deserves.
- After all, Gabriel doesnât tolerate anything but perfection. And, as a result, neither does she.
- âItâs been exactly an hour,â Mme Agreste states plainly, setting her glass of wine down onto the vanity. âHave you learned your lesson?â
- Nathalie desperately wishes she had, but the fire in her belly at the thought of being the sole focus of Gabrielâs attention flares inside her abdomen like an atom bomb.
- âI didnât think so.â Nathalie shivers as Mme Agreste presses a kiss to her cheek. âYouâll have until next Thursday to reconsider. Until then, youâll do exactly as I say, where I say, when I say it. Understood?â
- Nathalie nods and stays silent as Mme Agresteâno, Mistress releases her from her restraints. Nathalie crawls to her feet and wobbles on shaking legs, awaiting her next instructions.
- âYou may sleep at the end of the bed if you like,â Mistress says dismissively, not even bothering to look at her. Mistress is so kind, she thinks, and she promptly curls up on the comforter at her feet. Itâs where she belongs. Itâs where she belongs.