Lean on Us: NEW AND IMPROVED (LukaxAdrienxReader)

Timing, Couffaine, timing!

"Bad dream," (Y/N) sighed, letting out what was hopefully the last of the shaky breaths. They stared at the wall, smiling sadly as they fiddled with their fingers. a small laugh escaping them "probably way overdue, honestly." 

Luka felt his heart break a little more for them, he was wracking his brain for something to make them feel better other than staying here, holding them while they breathed through it. What snapped Luka out of his thought bubble was (Y/N) starting to sit up and wipe their tears, their face red and their eyes puffy "I'm sorry, Luka. I don't know what came over me-"

That was enough for Luka to stop (Y/N) mid-sentence "If you're crying that bad, you know exactly what came over you. You can tell me as much or as little about it as you want, but I'm gonna stay here even if we sit here not saying anything." He said, his voice low and gentle, shifting (Y/N) to rest on his chest, almost cradling them as he squeezed them "I'm not letting you do this alone anymore." 

(Y/N) started tearing up, their voice shaky as they spoke "I had a dream about my parents- the night it happened and their graves. I thought I was managing fine- but I think it hurts even more. The first thing I thought when I woke up was 'I have to go wake up mom and dad' but," their voice broke as they took Luka's hand. Luka squeezed back to try and comfort them as (Y/N) trailed off "they aren't gonna wake up-"

Luka tried to ignore his own tears welling up in his eyes. The song in (Y/N)'s voice sounded devastating- he felt it in his soul as they broke in front of him. Yeah, his dad was out of the picture but he didn't get attached and then lose him. He understood not having a dad but not the absolute horror it can be to suddenly lose parents you actually loved and relied on. He kissed (Y/N)'s hand as they curled up into a ball, hugging themselves just as tightly as he was hugging them. He slowly started rocking (Y/N), humming gently as they sobbed. 

Y/N) smiled weakly, lighting tapping on his chest. It was rhythmic. Luka remembered (Y/N) tapping it out when they talked about their parents after the concert. Maybe it was something their parents used to do, a small comfort to them while they cried in their parents arms "Sorry about ruining your hoodie,"

"If you think that's what I'm worried about, you couldn't be more wrong." Luka whispered, bringing his face closer to theirs "I just want to be here for you."

(Y/N)'s face flushed, Luka tried not to notice how often their gaze flicked to his lips. This was not the time to be delusional about his crush on them. "Luka, you don't have to do this."

"I know," Luka said simply "I don't have to do anything. That doesn't change the fact that right now all I can worry about is you. It doesn't change the fact that I'd go through all of that shit with Marinette a thousand times over if you could get them back." he said, his voice progressively filling with just genuine exhaustion and love at the same time, words falling out of his mouth faster than he can think them "It doesn't change that right now...all I want is to kiss you until it doesn't hurt as much anymore" he stated, running a hand through his hair and maintaining as much eye-contact as he could. He grimaced, realizing what he just said and forcing himself to stop talking, dreading (Y/N)'s inevitable rejection.

The following silence was deafening. All Luka could hear was his own heart beating erratically against his chest. He told himself he was going to take it slow, why the fuck did he say that? Timing, Couffaine, timing!

"Do it, then," (Y/N) said, their voice just barely loud enough for his screaming mind to hear as they broke the silence.

Luke felt his stomach drop, looking back to (Y/N) and forcing his body still. Forcing himself not to jump them at the mere hint of consent "What?"

"Kiss me" 

Luka stared at (Y/N) in shock, his brain immediately turning hazy as he tried to wrap his mind around what (Y/N) had just said to him. Yeah, they joked around and kissed each other all the time, but never on the lips. Until now, he could pass it off as friends being friends, this was drawing a line in the sand. This was someone he was uncontrollably, desperately falling for telling him they like them too- at least he hoped so. This is someone, as puffy-eyed and scared as they were, putting their already broken heart on the table and trusting him not to break it beyond repair.