The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste

by Rose Thorne

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

Chapter Eight

Adrien had felt a bit guilty when he took advantage of the rush to return to the suite to disappear to transform—he knew they'd worry, since the Akuma was likely going to look for him, but he had to help Ladybug defeat it.

The Akuma sucked the color and joy out of whatever it touched, the power turning into clothing and accessories that resembled Luka's. It made an odd amount of sense, if the Akuma was a fan upset by Adrien's fake relationship. So far it had leather pants, ornate boots, a leather jacket, kohl around its eyes, black fingernails, and hair that was black with… rainbow tips?

As Chat Noir got closer, he realized he recognized the person under all that.

"Wayhem?"

The Akuma turned toward him, face contorted in a sneer. "That's Fade-Out to you! No one else can be happy until I am! Give me your Miraculous!"

He'd figured it was a fan, but had never imagined Wayhem would be the one, that he'd harbored feelings like that for Adrien. He'd been completely blind to it. What else had he been blind to?

Chat barely dodged when Fade-Out tried to grab him, then was pulled out of danger by Ladybug's yoyo.

"I think the Akuma is in his glove," she said as Fade-Out tried to find a way up to them.

When Chat peered, he could see on his right hand was a black fingerless motorcycle glove; embossed on the back was Adrien's face. It was probably the face from his life-size cardboard cut-out he'd signed for Wayhem after he'd acted as Adrien's body-double when Gorilla was Akumatized.

"So I need to let him get close enough to touch me, make sure I hit the glove."

Ladybug frowned. "It's too risky. Let's see what we get with Lucky Charm!"

A red-and-black postless pillory fell into her arms, and she grimaced at it.

"I guess we need to immobilize him?" Chat asked.

Ladybug sighed. "You know my Lucky Charms aren't that simple, chaton."

She glanced around, seemingly looking for an answer, then pointed at a road sign, the one to rue du Chat-qui-Pêche, the smallest street in Paris—or, rather, the narrowest.

"The pillory will just barely fit in there, and with the drainpipes…"

Chat grinned. "Shall we pillory an Akuma, m'Lady?"

It took less than a minute of cat puns to get Fade-Out chasing him, and the moment the Akuma was in the alley, Ladybug snapped the pillory around his neck. His forward motion was halted so abruptly when it caught on a drainpipe that he lost his feet and wound up with his hands splayed on the pavement. Chat was able to Cataclysm the glove quickly and with no danger.

Then it was just a matter of Ladybug purifying the Akuma, unlatching the pillory, and tossing it in the air to release the Miraculous Cure, and Wayhem was on his hands and knees in the tiny street.

Once they'd fist-bumped, Chat turned her way. "I'll handle the young man—I've more time before I detransform."

Ladybug smiled and nodded, then yoyoed away.

Wayhem was staring up at him in dawning horror. "Oh, no. I was Akumatized?"

Chat offered him a hand. "Yeah. You okay?"

Once on his feet, Wayhem leaned against the wall with a sigh. "It's so dumb. I was just a little jealous. I didn't— Well, there's this guy who's a model, Adrien Agreste?"

He nodded, figuring he was expected to.

"Well, I was a ridiculous fanboy for a while, and kinda obsessive, and then he asked for my help when he was targeted by an Akuma. We became friends. And he… well, he just announced he has a boyfriend."

Wayhem winced, rubbing his neck, his expression embarrassed.

"I didn't even know… that was an option."

Chat patted his shoulder; he felt badly that Wayhem had gotten caught up in this, but it was over and done with—and Adrien wouldn't go back and fake-date Lila even knowing this.

"Honestly, maybe it wasn't, though. You don't know how he met his boyfriend or the circumstances," he finally offered.

"I know." Wayhem sighed. "It was just a moment of disappointment, you know?"

"And Hawkass took advantage." Chat offered him a smile. "Just try to be happy for your friend, then. There's someone out there for you."

That got a little smile, just as the Miraculous beeped at him.

"That's my cue to skiddoo!"

He gave the boy a little salute and was gratified when he got the same back, then he vaulted away, back toward the hotel.

Once he found a place to detransform and give Plagg some cheese, he snuck in and back to the suite, only to find Luka in the midst of pacing, Marinette and Penny looking concerned, and Jagged looking a bit irate.

When Luka saw him, he immediately stopped, and something in the older boy's body language eased. It struck Adrien suddenly that Luka had been worried, something he hadn't figured would happen.

"Sorry, wound up getting stuck downstairs. Figured I'd stay put until the Ladyblog put out the all clear."

"Same thing happened to me," Marinette offered.

Luka dragged his fingers through his hair. "It's fine. These things happen."

Jagged snorted. "You're not fine, kid. You're a bloody mess. Practically chewed all the polish off his nails. It was like when Penny misplaces me, only worse."

"I don't misplace you," she muttered. "You wander off and terrorize people with Fang."

A glance at Luka's nails confirmed Jagged's words, though. Most of his black nailpolish was gone.

"Oh. Well, we can get the spa folks up again. I kind of want mine done, too," Adrien commented.

Luka frowned, then nodded. "Sorry… I just… I'm responsible for Juleka, and you both went missing, and the Akuma attack, and…"

Marinette stood, putting a hand on his arm. "Hey. You're not responsible for me, or for Adrien."

"But I'm his boyfriend now."

Adrien blinked. "Is that how it works?"

Maybe it was—sometimes in movies and TV shows that was how it worked.

"No." Penny's voice was almost deadly. "That's not how it works. You're not his caregiver."

Luka looked uncertain, like he was ready to argue.

Jagged scowled at him. "Nope, kid. I know Anarka's a free spirit, but you're not responsible for the world."

Marinette offered Luka a hesitant smile. "You've got an independent boyfriend, Luka."

The smile Luka attempted back looked very feeble.

"I'm sorry I worried you, Luka," Adrien said, scratching the back of his head anxiously. "Most of the time my father keeps me shut in my room and forgets about me. So I didn't think to let you guys know… but I didn't have my phone on me, either. Whoops."

Jagged turned the scowl on Adrien. "Okay, that's gotta be addressed, too. So not okay. Social media blitz."

Penny gestured to the computer. "You have a picture to post, anyway. Might as well fire some shots while you're at it."

Marinette and Luka exchanged a dark look, and then Luka drew himself up. "Okay. Your dad's an asshole. Let's air some dirty laundry?"

Adrien grinned. "I thought you'd never ask."

Some pathetic homophobic jackoff keeps cowardly anon-commenting on FFN whining about "turning all the characters LGBT for no reason." Since I moderate anon comments, I didn't let that post and instead changed the summary to read "Here thar be LGBTQ+ characters. Don't like? GTFO, boomer." Apparently, the logical next step for the cranky baby was to call me a homophobic slur.

Ok, boomer.

I'll just go back to writing my super queer fanfiction, thanks.

Also, Luka's characterization is somewhat based on a conversation with GalahadWilder and a few other folks about the possibility of Luka having Atlas personality due to parentification.