Tag Dump, One.

smooches her cheek (xoxo luka)

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

           ❝   H-Hey!  You  can't  just—   ❞  𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓.  She  can  feel  her  whole  face  heating  up  and  isn't  sure  what's  the  worst  part  —  Luka's  audacity  or  that  she'd  liked  it.  Ridiculous.  She  wants  to  avert  her  eyes,  maybe  stalk  in  the  other  direction,  but  pride  keeps  her  rooted  to  the  spot.  Instead,  she  lifts  her  chin.  She  can  be  confident,  too.  She's  a  Bourgeois,  after  all.  She  can  be  anything  she  wants  to  be.  And  right  now,  she  wants  to  be  fearless.  ❝   You  could  at  least  take  me  on  a  date  first.  I'll  even  make  it  easy  for  you.  Saturday.  Pick  me  up  at  seven.  And  don't  be  late!   ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐈'𝐌 𝐅𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐒𝐊𝐘. 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓 𝐔𝐏 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖. ©

setting up my thumbelina ( don bluth 1994 film ) blog tonight. please look forward to it. :))))

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

tagged by: @yinbug tagging: if you see this you're tagged

❛ For now, if you feel like you have to keep the deception going, I am hardly in a position to contradict you. ❜ luka → chloé ♡

( the cruel prince prompts / accepting !! )

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓. Unlike most of the others at school, he didn't scramble to get out of her way in the hallway, or on a good day, offer to carry her books. Worse than that, he didn't seem to be completely enamoured with her by her mere presence in his boring, unfulfilled life. Didn't he know who she was?! In fact, Luka seemed to be completely unphased by anything Chloé did.

Not for lack of trying, though. She had, at one time, tried to make him angry. Had tried to push his buttons, poking and prodding so much that she ended up being more mad herself in the end than he was. Luka was, in fact, so calm as she threw a fit, she wondered if he even knew how to be angry. It wasn't like Juleka's quiet calm. Juleka was quiet to the point of painful shyness. Luka just seemed to be relaxed no matter what the situation was. Chloé would have been impressed if she weren't so annoyed by it.

They only ever saw each other in passing at school. At least at the start. Sometimes, on the rare occasion she could be convinced by Adrien to come hang out with everyone at the Couffaines — sit in on band practise, or whatever else they had going on — she'd stand off to the side and pull faces every time Luka so much as glanced at her. He always smiled, though. In that easy sort of way that got under her skin and made her want to jump into the Seine.

Do you... like him, Chloé? Sabrina had asked at one point as she caught the blonde staring at Luka's retreating figure in the cafeteria, timid because she knew that the other girl would likely blow up at the accusation. And she had. Of course she had.

Infuriating. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!

That was how they ended up here. In the park. She'd bee-lined for him as soon as she saw him, a girl on a mission because there was no way she, Chloé Bourgeois, had a crush on someone like Luka Couffaine. Luka was strumming away at his guitar; blissfully ignorant — or, perhaps, choosing to ignore — Chloé as she went on another one of her tirades.

She paced back and forth in front of him, gesticulating wildly as she seethed.

❝ —— And Sabrina had the gall, the utter audacity, to insinuate I might have a crush. On you! Can you believe it?! ❞

Do you?

❝ Excuse me? ❞

Do you have a crush on me?

She felt the heat rising to her cheeks, though it was less fuelled by anger and more by sheer embarrassment at his forwardness to even ask. He was looking at her curiously. No thread of judgment in his expression. Chloé scowled.

❝ Of course I don't. Don't be ridiculous! ❞

Mm.

❝ I don't have a crush on you. ❞

For now, if you feel like you have to keep the deception going, I am hardly in a position to contradict you.

Chloé's hands balled into fists at her side. She stamped her foot and didn't care how childish and unreasonable it made her look. ❝ Couffaine... ❞

Chloé.

❝ You — You — I'm leaving! ❞

She stormed off without another word, barely registering his soft laugh and murmured 'See you at school, Chloé'. It wasn't until she was out of the park and couldn't hear the gentle strumming of his guitar anymore that she finally stopped and pressed a hand to her heart. It was thrumming so wildly, she thought it might burst out of her chest. Adrenaline, she told herself. It was just adrenaline. She did not have a crush on Luka.

❝ ...Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! ❞

Euphoria (2019-)

❛  if  it’s  all  in  my  head ,  tell  me  now .  tell  me  i’ve  got  it  wrong .  ❜ xoxo luka

( tswift lyrics / accepting !! )

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓, and if that sounds like a sentiment she's had before it's because it is and it's true. Only the most rotten boy in all of Paris would corner her on her way home from school and confront her about things she definitely does not want to face or even speak into existence. Not that this is the first time he's called her out, nor will it stop him from doing so again, she thinks.

( Their encounter in the park, when he'd outright asked if she had a crush on him still haunts her at night. )

He's the worst; especially because he doesn't even do it out of ill intentions. There is no accusation in his eyes. He isn't belittling her, which she would have found more bearable because then, at least, her anger would have been justified. It's worse than that. He's being honest and forthright, bold in a way that she has never been. She's only confident when she's being mean and snarky. Only able to showcase bravado when she's using others as a stepping stone, but Luka never falls for any of that. He never has. It's like he looks right past all of it, peels back the layers, until he just sees her. It makes her skin crawl and her face flush in equal measure. The only victory she feels in this moment is that his words give the impression he's been thinking about her as much as she's been thinking about him and that... certainly does something to her heart rate.

It could be a trap, her mind hisses. He's waiting for an answer, and it'd be a lie to say she doesn't have reservations. If she tells him the truth, she's opening herself up in a way she's only ever confided in Adrien. He could laugh at her. Tell her how ridiculous she is for thinking he'd ever return her feelings. And it would be a completely justified rejection. Chloé knows she hasn't been the best person, and though she's been trying to make amends, she doesn't always get it right. The thought of being rejected makes her want to scream. She deals with enough of that from her mother. She doesn't need to deal with it at school, too, where her social circle is already treading on a knife's edge. The only consolation prize is that he's an upperclassman. If he rejects her now, at least she never has to sit in the same classroom as him.

There's still a respectable distance between them, but when he suddenly places his hand on her shoulder, she's catapulted back to the present. It takes considerable effort to reel in the knee-jerk reaction to slap his hand away for touching her. Old Chloé would say he's wrinkling her designer sweater, but she's trying to be a different person. A better one. His face is still calm, but if she squints, she thinks she can detect a hint of nervousness. Well. At least she's not alone in that.

Chloé inhales, squeezing her eyes shut.

❝ You're... not wrong. There. Happy? Go ahead. Laugh it up! ❞

sexy character concept to me: liars who lie & perform and when they are told to stop performing they start lying in a different way and you try to get to the bottom of the layers upon layers of half-truths to find The Truth and when you think you’ve finally gotten to it it’s a blank piece of paper that says 404 not found

       there  is  nothing  worse  in  this  world  than  a  bad  hair  day!

💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞