Manon
When she had imagined her future, she was sure she would be a world renowned famous model. She wanted to be just as famous as you and Adrien, maybe even more.

She worked for it everyday, ate a stringent diet and exercised until her muscles ached to much to move.

But like always, her mother forbade her.

"You can be serious?!" Manon remembered snapping at the older, stressed out woman.

Her mother was losing her strength when it came to her daughter. Day after day she would go to the studio just to come home to her overbearing daughter.

"It's not good for you Manon." Her mother sighed. "I always told you I wanted to keep you out of the spotlight."

But she was born for the spotlight. How could her mother not see that?

She knew the things she had done was wrong. She should have never taken down Agreste and join the team of the mysterious man. He was the most wicked man she had ever met and she knew she was getting in to deep.

He was so serious, always calculating.

Always betraying someone.

"This is perfect!" He was grinning and she had never seen the man so excited.

She sat quietly on her chair, her legs crossed as she patiently waited for him.

"Manon don't you get it?" He grinned. "This will do it!" Manon noticed his kwami shivering towards the ceiling.

"They separated themselves! It's perfect." He laughed maniacally. "Once I get the address of his new place, taking him and his miraculous will be simple."

"Do you really think that will draw them out?" She asked.

"Of course." He snorted and she had never heard him make such an undignified sound. "Y/n thinks she is done with him, but their love story has been fated since the beginning of time." He grinned.

He took a step closer to her and leaned his face in. "And once I get rid of him, she will be all mine."

Manon, like always, pushed him away. "Is that really the goal? Just getting your hands on a person who has no desire to be with you?"

He shrugged as he walked back towards his thinking area. "You wouldn't understand dear girl." He shook his head. "That woman is completely intoxicating. She is the key to ruling this world."

He was right, she couldn't understand.

She didn't know what was so special about you, just a girl who has made some questionable decisions. How would you change anything?

**
You hated leaving him there.

You had been staying the past nights at your parents house, due to the threat.

You may have also been avoiding Luka.

You couldn't help it, every time you walked those stairs you thought about him waiting for you at your door—ready to make good on his declaration.

But alas, he never was there.

You wondered if he didn't believe you, if he thought you were still with Adrien.

You reached the top step and you felt your heart stop. His hood was black and pulled up. It wasn't a typical outfit choice for him, but it couldn't have been anyone else.

Your hopeful glasses soon fell away when you realized the person at the door wasn't Luka at all. He was way taller than the person creeping too closely to your door.

"Hey!" You snapped and the person jumped, beginning to shake as their head turned slowly towards you.

Your eyes widened. "Amara?" You gasped.

Your bandmate scoffed, clearly angered she was caught. "Yeah?" Her brows were furrowed and you could tell she was contemplating running.

"The hell are you doing?" You asked, stepping closer. She must've not realized how intimidating you could be because she took a step back and hid her hands behind her back.

"You've been doing it—haven't you?"

She didn't say anything, just stepped closer to your door.

You towered over her, never feeling so intimidating as yourself. The last time you felt this much power...was when you were PeaceWrecker.

You shook off that feeling. "Why?"

She grimaced. "We want to go back on tour! You leaving ruined everything. Just because you have a family doesn't mean we should all get screwed over!"

You blinked, honestly to stunned she would say that to react. "What?"

"You heard me! That's it now move so I can leave!"

Did she not realize this was a crime-? "You seriously think you being on tour should have been my priority?"

"You said you would only be gone a few months and now-"

"My boyfriend, was being charged with aiding a terrorist and you put my son in danger! Are you fucking serious Amara?"

You thought about all those nights on your tour bus, the two of you laughing and drinking your asses off. She was definitely your favorite in the band, but now.

You pulled out your phone and called the police.

"What are you doing?" She asked shakily. "Y/n! It's really not that serious! I'm sure we can talk out a number or something to make this disappear."

Your hand slammed on your door next to her head as you towered over her. "I've got ten times the amount of money you do." Your eyes darkened. "I don't need yours."

**
You watched sadly as the police arrived, dragging away your screaming ex friend.

Stepping inside you pulled out your phone once more.

"Hello?"

"They got her." You whispered, completely relieved your son could come home.

"I'll bring him back over."

**
"Thank you." You whispered as Adrien stood near your door, ready to leave.

He had arrived back in town that morning and settled down in a new place. The two of you were still deciding the best way to tell Dakota that you weren't all going to live together again.

"Well I should-"

"Do you want to stay and tell him goodnight?" You asked softly.

You almost missed the way his eyes lit up, part of you wondered if he was excited to stay for you or your son.

The two of you made your way to your boy's room, laughing as you read him bedtime stories and how he refused to get in bed until he hugged you each three times.

Kissing his head you turned and saw Adrien plugging in Dakota's race car nightlight. "Good night lovey." You smiled.

"Good night mom." He smiled sleepy. "Good night dad."

You left his room feeling confused.

"I didn't sell the house." You had expected his voice to be hesitant, but he stood tall and confident as you turned.

"What?" You whispered as you entered the living room.

"I couldn't do it. We can fix this Y/n, I know we can. Not just for Dakota but for us too." He was so sincere and you felt tears brimming.

"Adrien stop-"

His hands were in your hair as he pulled you closer to him. "Look me in the eye and tell me you don't still love me." You felt your knees shake as the emotions written in his eye's stared you down, demanding for an answer.

"Adrien, I told you I won't do this anymore it's over." You whispered, allowing your eyes to fall towards the ground—hoping to miss whatever sadness he was showing.

"I won't accept that."

"You have to."

Something about that surprised him enough to take a step back.

"Is this..." he began. "Is this about Luka?"

Your eyes widened. "This started with deep rooted issues between me and you Adrien. You stopped letting me dream." You whispered and the tears were streaming down your cheeks. "So what if he is part of it now? That's not what broke us."

Adrien shook his head slowly. "No I—remember. I never stood a chance." He smiled weakly.

"It was always you from the start-" you began to protest.

"Maybe." He shook his head again. "But as soon as you met him, he was yours. I think you were his too."

You grabbed his wrist. "I don't want you to feel like this was all a lie." You stammered. "I've loved you so much for over half my life." You insisted.

"Yeah." He whispered and poked your chest gently. "But not with all your heart."

**
There was something oddly emotional about the man you thought was your soulmate telling you that your heart belonged to someone else.

You didn't sleep much at all that night, thinking about the days the two of you spent together, wondering if your heart was longing for him all that time.

Did Adrien notice is back then too?

If your life had been a fairy tale, then Luka would have knocked on your door that night, but alas he didn't—that didn't stop you from waiting up to see though.

***
Two Weeks Later
The routine was beginning to form. You and Adrien told Dakota about your split the night after the two of you truly separated.

He didn't take it well at first but he does think the idea of having two rooms is kinda cool.

You knew that things would get there.

The holidays were drawing near and you found yourself sitting on your dusty couch you hadn't vacuumed in two weeks, drinking a tall glass of wine.

The habit was bad—but it made things a little quieter for a while.

When there was a knock on the door you grew nervous that your glass was a little to tall.

You walked over hesitantly—it was only eleven at night, but you weren't expecting anyone.

You certainly weren't expecting the blue haired man who was pacing nervously before your door. With a race of your heart you fumbled with the lock and swung the door open.

You watched as your wine splashed on the floor and you couldn't have been happier to not have carpets.

"Oh Y/n." He snickered, always teasing you.

You smiled gently. "Did you expect anything else?" You asked weakly and his eyes softened.

He stepped inside, not bothering to wait for you to welcome him in. He took the glass from your hand and set it on the counter.

His hand trailed your arm slowly and gripped your wrist gently. He had you mesmerized as your eyes watched his long fingers wrap around you ever so softly.

"I will never want anything else." He whispered.

His eyes were glued to yours and you gulped. "Are you sure?" Your lips curled up teasingly. "I do come with a lot of baggage. I was a heartbroken teenager who now has a kid and a crazy life." You grinned. "Sure you can handle all this?" You asked, waving your free hand in front of you—motioning to yourself.

He laughed, his head leaning down and allowing his forehead to rest for a while on your own. "I told you I would wait for you." He reached down and interlocked his fingers with your own. "I don't intend on letting you go ever again."

His eyes met yours before trailing down towards your trembling lip. Before you knew it, his hand was placed on the back of your head as he pulled you in closer—pressing his lips firmly against your own.

It was like your heart finally pieced together again. All those years ago, it had been shattered into a multitude of pieces—and Luka was finally fixing the piece he had broken off that fateful night.

As his mouth moved in tandem with yours—you knew that nothing would change the way you felt about him ever again.

For my Adrien fans—if you stick around there will be a alternate ending chapter for him <3