The Identity Problem •Luka x Reader x Adrien•

Gorgeous

"Ya let's have some fun here, just the three of us~"

They were older men, probably in their thirties or forties, with faces unshaven with dull wrinkles. I had a weird sense of deja vu, they're many creeps just like them crawling around Brooklyn. Caleb's dad taught me how to deal with them at a young age, but having Caleb next to me gave me courage in those situations. Here I was flying solo.

I attempted to rip my backpack away and the older man just laughed. Time to switch tactics.

"Aww don't be like that."

"Let me go or I'll scream."

This seemed to only aggravate him because he scowled and grabbed my wrist.

"That's not how this is goin' to g-"

I made a split-second decision to yank it back and swing at him, my fist connecting with the right corner of his jaw. He let out a string of profanities I barely caught in my mission to run the other way while his neck whipped back. I only made it a few yards away. A scream curled off my lips as a rough hand landed on my shoulder yanking me back enough to pull my coat down off my shoulder. The smell of cigarette smoke burned my throat as I tried in vain to push away from the vice grip.

"Let her go!"

Suddenly the man grabbing me was sent flying back by the push of a familiar baton. The man struggled to his feet, his friend a little ways back still recovering from the blow to the face. But there is no cheesy pun following it this time, only a growled order.

"Scram. Before my kindness runs thin."

Chat stands in front of me protectively, chest puffed and arm outstretched shielding me. The two men start to run away at the sight of the familiar hero, everyone knows he would win a fight with two civilians.

Chat stayed standing there for a beat, watching the men run and turn a corner down the street. Before he finally turned around to assess me. I thought he was going to ask me something but he closed the distance between us and brought me into his chest. It was only then that was I able to hear my own heart thumping out of my chest, just as Chat rested his head on top of mine.

"Your safe Princess, it's okay. I would never let them hurt you."

I took a shaky breath, wrapping my arms around his waist and balling them against his back muscles. The adrenaline seeped from my bones and I began to come down from the high. My body shook from the shock like a leaf in the wind.

"Chat..."

"Yes?"

"Can you take me home?"

I couldn't even find the power in me to be embarrassed by how I must look, sticking my face into the crook of his neck like a little kid.

"Of course."

He picked my legs with his arm and plucked me off the ground. I took a break from hiding in his collarbone to look at his face. His eyes were eerily green in the dark of the night, and I would lie to myself that the shiver that ran down my spine was from the chill. I barely registered a command to hold on tight as he pressed his baton so it would extend us to the roof.

By the time we made it to my apartment, Chat had all but plopped me down into my chair for this Zoom meeting with my team. I eventually stirred up the words to explain why I was rushing home on the trip.

I started logging in just as he locked my front door.

"Are you going to be okay waiting for this meeting, you're welcome to leave."