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𝙋𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙂, 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙒𝙎 𝙊𝙐𝙏! It's a good thing cats are known for landing on their feet because I can already see myself falling for you. How do you feel about cat-tastic feline puns from a pretty rad super hero? You've come to the right place!

There will be some point in the future when I actually make a fancy promo but for the time being please consider checking me out and giving a follow if you're interested in writing with a fully revamped Chat Noir / Adrien Agreste roleplay blog!

❛  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! ❞

childhood friends

i want these teens to act like actual teens. use gen z slang like "rizz" and "skibidi toilet" and "on god".

not me immediately logging in to screech incoherently about @yinbug's reply

surprising no one, chloé is choosing violence again

❝ Pardon my intrusion, ❞ the intermingled voices are nothing but polite, their tones a symphony of concern. Palms raise in a show of deference; they mean no harm. They come in peace. ❝ It's just—I sensed your doubt, you see. I know it's probably hard to believe, since we're usually on opposing sides... but I'd like to help, if you'll let me. ❞

They're careful to maintain their distance; even in her mindspace, Chloé Bourgeois—Queen Bee—would never allow the comfort Chrysalis would offer their usual targets.

❝ It's painful that they still don't fully trust you, even after all this time. ❞ Rather than a question, they state it as fact; there is no need to wonder when they feel it, too. ❝ You try and try to prove yourself to them that you're different now, but you're still the last one they call, still the one being given lesser tasks. ❞

❝ I can give you the power to make them acknowledge you. Only if you say yes, of course. The choice is yours. ❞ They take a step forward now, cautiously placing a hand on the heroine's arm. Though their head tilts a little, their masked face remains ever passive. ❝ I only want to help. ❞

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐈𝐋𝐒;  because  she  has  been  down  this  road  before  (  again  and  again  and  again  )  and  she  knows  how  it  will  end.  She  doesn't  want  to  be  the  bad  guy  anymore,  alone  with  no  friends  or  support  system.  Chloé  had  been  trying,  she  had  been  making  an  effort.  Her  friends  (  could  she  even  call  them  that?  )  just  needed  more  time,  didn't  they?

            She  hates  that  she  doubts.  Hates  even  more  that,  in  some  small  way,  Chrysalis  isn't  wrong.  But  Chloé  is  so  scared  of  failing  again,  of  letting  everyone  down  —  how  could  she  possibly  trust  the  holder  of  the  Butterfly  Miraculous?

            ❝  Ugh,  you  don't  want  to  help  me,  ❞  Chloé  snips,  rearing  her  head  to  glare  at  the  emotionless  mask.  ❝  You  want  me  to  fail.  You  want  me  to  let  my  friends  down  and  prove  them  right  that  I  haven't  changed!  You  ——  ❞  You  want  me  to  be  alone.

            Her  temper  rises,  not  just  because  of  what  Chrysalis  says,  but  because  even  the  enemy  thinks  she  can't  change.  That  she'll  fall  right  back  into  her  old  ways.  Ridiculous!

            Well,  maybe  they  don't  really  know  Chloé  Bourgeois  at  all.

❝   ——Get  out.  GET  OUT!  I  don't  want  or  need  your  kind  of  help.  I'll  earn  their  trust  back  on  my  own!   ❞  She  shrugs  the  hand  away  from  her  arm,  turning  away  with  a  petulant  air  of  defiance.  ❝  And  take  your  tacky,  purple  smoke  with  you.  You're  a  fashion  disaster  worse  than  Hawkmoth.  ❞

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