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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!   ❞

❛  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! ❞

❛ 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! ❞

❛ I was afraid you were dead. ❜ viperion → queen bee

the cruel prince / accepting !!

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. Chloe had always seen the way Ladybug and Chat Noir would get thrown around like ragdolls in their endless stream of battles, but it never hit home that they might actually be hurt until she became Queen Bee and experienced the pain herself.

Launched through the air by the latest Akumatised villain, her back hit solid brick and felt it crack beneath the impact. Her head ricocheted off its surface, bells ringing in her ears. The world went fuzzy and colours blurred. Everything, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, screamed in protest.

Suddenly, her vision was flooded with patches of teal. His voice was muffled, as though she were underwater, but the cool touch of his covered hand against her cheek as he brushed stray strands of blonde away and propped her up, slowly brought her back to the surface.

I was afraid you were dead.

Queen Bee groaned pitifully as she sat up and as the world came back into focus, she could see Ladybug and Chat Noir still fighting in the distance. They still needed her help, she was sure of it. Her ears were still somewhat ringing as her gaze landed on Viperion. He hadn't been part of the battle initially, so she could only assume Ladybug had called for backup when she'd blacked out. As Viperion pulled her to her feet, Queen Bee set her determined gaze on their target villain.

❝ No — but this guy is gonna wish he'd killed me after I'm through with him. Look at my hair! ❞

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ♡ luka

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !!

I don't need anyone! she had screeched.

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑; like she was something worthy to be looked at, rather than like some villain out of a Saturday morning cartoon. In all her desperate attempts to maintain control, she'd pushed it too far and almost lost everything. As it was, Sabrina barely acknowledged her and Adrien wouldn't return any of her calls. Even her father was threatening to send her to a boarding school in London. Left with no friends and a tattered reputation, Chloe had hit her lowest point and didn't know how to claw her way out of the hole she had dug herself into.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Luka had caught her in a vulnerable moment where frustrated tears had sprung forth and overflowed. She had expected him to laugh at her, maybe tell her she deserved every bit of karma that came her way. He would have been right — a bitter thought that came to mind. But he didn't. Perhaps worse than that, he took up the space next to her on the bench and offered to hear her out. Like it was easy. Like they were actually friends.

Chloe threw herself from the bench as if she'd been electrocuted, manicured nails biting into her palms until she could feel the skin tear, screeching at him to leave her alone. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone.

You're not a very convincing liar, he'd said.

He was so calm about it, so earnest that it actually made Chloe quiet. She stared at him for a long moment before her eyes narrowed into suspicion.

❝ Why are you here? What do you want, Luka? ❞