The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste

by Rose Thorne

Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug or make any money writing fanfiction.

Chapter Six

Adrien was waiting for the dye to set when the girls returned, his hair securely under a shower cap. Apparently the stylist had decided to start by dying his entire head green, and the black would be applied to his roots afterward, with the logic of start with the light color, then apply the dark.

He'd never had his hair dyed, so he had just nodded. Luka hadn't known if that was typical—apparently his normal hair color was black, and he just bleached and dyed the tips. It was amazing how much he was learning about his friends in just one evening.

The girls were carrying three large parcels, which they unpacked for them to take a look at. Several different styles of jeans—"We can return anything that doesn't work," Marinette said—a studded leather jacket, a hoodie that he just loved, and some jewelry.

"Chat Noir studs?" he asked incredulously. "They had those?"

Marinette nodded. "Kagami found them, and you mentioned Chat colors. We kind of changed that a little, but it seemed in keeping."

Adrien grinned. "Thanks, girls. I really appreciate it."

Kagami pulled out a large box. "There are also these boots. Marinette asked for my input on the choice, so I hope you find them to your liking."

He stared after opening it, amazed to find what were basically stomping boots with huge buckles, reaching probably mid-calf.

"My father is going to have a heart attack," he said after a moment, sounding not at all bothered by this. It was, after all, the point to freak the elder Agreste out. "You really went all-out! How much do I owe Jagged, Penny?"

Jagged was the one who responded. "Just some pics, I think. Hanging out like we're jamming, yeah?"

That brought a bigger grin to Adrien's face. If he had pictures, dressed in some of this and with his hair completely dyed, with Jagged Stone, it would be even more amazing. Not only for the sake of having those pictures, but for the reaction.

Luka brought it a bit further. "What about a video of the three of us jamming? Released to social media?"

Jagged and Penny exchanged a look, and she sighed. "Should I get a videographer?"

Marinette shook her head, a grin playing at her lips. "I think phones—we don't want it to look set up. Just random. But we will need a keyboard for Adrien, and a guitar for Luka. And I know the perfect person to send it to first."

All eyes turned to her.

"I babysit Nadja Chamack's daughter, so I have her cell phone number." Marinette's voice was filled with glee.

Jagged grinned. "Bring out the big guns on this one."

Penny nodded. "She may not be able to interview you without parental permission, but the video and news could make the rounds."

"We'll ruin my father's announcement," Adrien said with a laugh. "Serves him right."

Kagami glanced at her phone. "We do not have a significant amount of time. Perhaps posting teasers on social media would be an apt way to start?"

"His hair isn't finished yet," Luka responded. "That will take perhaps another hour or so…"

Marinette nodded. "We can do other things. Adrien, you need to pick out a pair of jeans, and get dressed. We can get a shot of you and Luka cuddling, but without your heads in the shot. Start with a teaser to rile up social media."

"We will want to drape the sofa with a sheet in order to hide the location. These sofas have a… distinctive color," Penny added. "I have no doubt M. Agreste would recognize them, and then we would have difficulty."

They got to work. Adrien chose a pair of the jeans that had silver decorative zippers randomly placed on the legs, moving to the bathroom to change out of his normal jeans.

As he did, something occurred to him. "Uh, Plagg?"

His kwami was nibbling on a bit of Camembert that had been in his jeans pocket. "Hm?"

"The hair… It's not going to reveal my identity, right?"

Plagg laughed. "No way. I can change that without breaking a sweat. It's worth it to see your dad's face."

Adrien relaxed—he'd been afraid he'd really screwed up. That was the last thing he wanted; Ladybug would kill him if he revealed his identity so stupidly.

"Anyway, I wouldn't let you do anything that exposed your identity. But you'll have to take off the studs before transforming—not sure if I could do much with those."

When he left the bathroom, one section of the sofa was covered. Marinette eyed him critically before she nodded, muttering about fitting.

"You might need help with these boots," Luka commented, holding one up.

"Definitely welcome. Do those lace, too?"

Kagami answered. "Yes. The buckles appear to be primarily decorative. Marinette was torn between these and a pair with three buckles and chains above and below. However, that seemed unnecessarily complicated."

Adrien blanched at the idea. "Yeah, definitely."

Luka helped him get the boots on, while Marinette snapped a leather bracelet on his right wrist. Kagami slid the green beaded one after that. Once the boots were securely buckled, he started to grab the box with the studs before realizing they wouldn't show in the picture and could get ruined with the dye.

"Do you want to wear the leather jacket, or the hoodie?" Marinette asked.

While the leather jacket was tempting, Adrien didn't think it was right for this. "I think the hoodie is more casual, and it'll look better."

"I agree," Kagami said. "It will match with Luka, and add the appearance of being a couple further through the parallel dress."

Marinette handed it to him, and then she and Luka fiddled with the sleeves so his bracelets would show.

Finally, they were ready, and Adrien and Luka sat on the couch. Not that Adrien knew what to do beyond that.

At Marinette's urging, they slid closer together. After a few minutes of rearranging, Luka's leg wound up bent behind Adrien, with him snuggled against the older boy's opposite shoulder—he was careful that the shower cap didn't slide up and cover them both with dye. Kagami rearranged one of his legs to be a shadow of Luka's. It was a bit of an intimate position, but not too much; just enough to imply.

Then they played with arm positions, trying several options before deciding on one of Luka's arms around him, and the other propped on Adrien's bent knee.

"Adrien, lace your fingers with Luka's hand, the one at your waist," Penny interjected.

Adrien followed her instructions, hoping this looked natural. He was used to modeling, but had never done a shoot like this before—and Luka wasn't a model, so hopefully it wasn't making him uncomfortable.

Finally Marinette nodded and smiled. "Now just relax your muscles. Enjoy cuddling with your boyfriend. Both of you."

"I feel like a mannequin," Luka muttered, and Adrien couldn't stop himself from laughing, easing against him helplessly. Luka's fingers squeezed his slightly before easing, and the older boy pulled him a bit closer.

He barely registered the flashes from the girls' cell phone cameras as they moved to different angles, catching multiple possibilities, even standing on different parts of the couch or the table.

A knock on the door interrupted them, and they hurried to hide in the kitchenette area. It was the hairdresser and some hotel staff carrying a specialty sink for washing the dye out, the time already come. He took off the hoodie so it wouldn't stain.

While the stylist washed the dye out and applied the black, the others crowded around the two cell phones to decide the best picture, murmuring amongst themselves. Eventually they had a photo cropped and filtered.

When they showed it to Adrien, he was amazed they were able to get it to look so good with just a quick set-up. It showed his smile and Luka's, but nothing above that, and the position looked natural. They looked happy, close. Just like it was a candid shot. He loved the way Luka's painted nails offset his unpainted ones, their rings resting together in their interlaced hands. He wanted to get his nails done, too. Why not go all the way?

Marinette was born to do fashion, clearly, if she could put together a shoot like this in minutes.

One the stylist finished, Adrien used the computer to upload it to Instagram. It took a while to consider what message to include with it, but he settled on, "Someone very special in my life. Been keeping it quiet, but decided to go public finally. "

He quickly shared it to all his official social media.

"Anyone want to bet on how long it takes my father to call?" he joked.

As it turned out, it took barely ten minutes, and Adrien's phone was blowing up with social media notifications within the first minute. He rejected the call, and all the subsequent ones, and ignored the text messages. Especially the ones from Lila.

"You may want to turn off your phone so he is unable to track you," Kagami commented.

The cacophony stopped once he followed her advice.

Luka smiled when his own phone pinged. "Juleka figured it out. She wants to know how long we've been dating."

Marinette laughed, pulling out her sketchbook again. "Okay, on to the next phase. Details. How long, how many dates—and probably when you were supposed to be doing other stuff, Adrien, but Kagami and I can cover some of that. Maybe we can say we knew and helped you two spend time together?"

Then she got a wicked grin. "And you need to figure out pet names for each other, maybe?"

Adrien and Luka exchanged a look.

"I'm guessing Magic Fingers is inappropriate?" Luka drawled.

It took a while for them to stop laughing.

This is a lot of fun to write, but I did want to address something.

Less than 12 hours after I posted chapter 5 an anon on FFN commented "please update." If it'd been a while, I'd understand that sort of comment, but I'd just updated. It's not a bad thing to look forward to a story updating, but please consider tone a bit.

Just letting folks know the next few weeks are going to be very hectic for me. I'm fairly new to this fandom, but be aware that I'm a professor and crunch time is hitting. I may not have time to write because I have so much to do for my job and my students. So expect a bit of a wait for the next chapter.