A/n: note that I'm only using slurs that I as a trans bisexual can reclaim. And that the boys would be able to reclaim too. And they're not used in a bad way, but in a stick it to the man kind of way.

Recently, someone has been going around Paris tagging the buildings of companies that have been known to be run by bad people. The tags would consist of support for the communities affected and artwork exposing the crimes committed by the companies.

The artist was an expert at evading capture. They'd not been caught or identified, not even a glimpse on a security camera as they'd be spray painted over by a gloved hand in preparation for the tag. People had started calling the artist 'blue'. Because of the unique choice to outline their work in blue rather than black. So far, they'd hit 12 companies. The first one flew under the radar, the second one hit the local news, by the third one people realised this was a pattern. And when a large car company with a homophobic CEO got targeted, people were stunned that the artist managed to cover 6 entire display cars in pride flags and phrases 'fag mobile' and 'suck my trans cock'. All without getting caught.

The people of Paris loved this guy, so much they eagerly waited for the next tag and collectively decided to not seek out the artists identity. The big greedy companies targeted? They didn't like them, as well as the police force. Graffiti was considered a crime after all, even though most cases are completely harmless and it really shouldn't be. So while the police had their eyes out for the artist and the companies targeted blew their tops over it, the public sat and waited for the next tag.

And it came in on the morning of National abuse awareness day. The front of the biggest Gabriel store in the city was covered in spray paint, each security camera painted over to conceal the identity of the artist.

GABRIEL AGRETSE IS A CHILD ABUSER was written in all caps across the glass doors. Understand it was a depiction of child models in shackles and cartoonishly underweight. Of course, it made headlines.

Adrien woke up that day to the sound of his father yelling orders into the phone downstairs, Nathalie on the phone with investigators and the TV playing a report on the latest tag from blue. Adrien odiously couldn't tell his dad, but he was overjoyed. Finally someone had the courage to speak up against his father, because the gods knew that he couldn't do anything until he was 18 and legally not under his fathers custody. On the way to school, he drove past the store and got to see the tag for himself. It made him crack a smile, seeing the pristine store full of his father's overpriced crap surrounded by people and police trying to get them to stop taking pictures.

At school, everyone was asking him what he knew. Which wasn't much, of course. He'd just found out a few hours ago. But the topic of weather or not the allegations of abuse were true, stayed quiet. His class knew... they all did. They all knew Adrien was treated like shit, so they had no doubt the other child models were too. Adrien already knew that he had his friends support, so they didn't even need to talk about the allegations. Everyone already knew. Instead the chatter was about who the artist could be. Because that was the catch- the only way anyone could know about the conditions of Gabriel's models... was if they knew someone on the inside.

Blue was someone that knew models that worked for the company. Adrien wasn't exactly sure who it could be. The company had lots of models, and each of those models had friends and family, so the suspect list was long.

That night, under the disguise of Cat Noir, he snuck out. He wanted to see the tag close up without the crowds of people. It was when he finally got that close up look he noticed something about the art, the figure with chains around their neck was done in all black just like the others were. The chains in red, just like the others were. But there was one difference about that figure compared to the others... silver. It was a silver spot over the ring finger.

Adrien gasped when the dots connected in his mind. He was the only child model who regularly wore a silver ring...

He looked down at his miraculous, it was black now with the transformation. But it was silver when he was in his civilian form, it was just a plain old ring. When people asked about it, he always just said his mother gave it to him and that's why he always wore it. No one else would notice that a small silver spot on the picture was meant to represent Adrien's ring. Unless of course, you knew Adrien personally and closely enough to know that he wore it daily.

Blue wasn't just someone who knew the models... blue was someone who knew Adrien, and they were sending a message to him through that picture that they were on his side.

Adrien couldn't sleep that night, his mind racing about who it could be. His first thought was Nathaniel since he was a known artist in the group. But his art style was very different, and he was way too socially anxious to be going out graffitiing big companies. He considered Marc too, since he was also an artist although writing was more his area of expertise. It couldn't be him either though, he was probably more socially anxious than his boyfriend was.

It couldn't be Nino, he sucked at drawing. Alix was known for a graffiti like art style, but she wasn't close enough to Adrien to know about his ring. Then, his mind wandered to Juleka. She was probably the picture definition of socially anxious, so it couldn't be her. But she would be close enough to know about Adrien's situation...

Then it dawned on him.

Luka.

He could draw, he was one of Adrien's closest friends, he believed strongly in the same things blue did, and of course... blue. That was his colour, Luka did everything in blue. There was no one else it could be, it had to be Luka. He'd have the balls to pull something like that off too, unlike his twin he wasn't anywhere near as anxious. In fact, sometimes Adrien wondered if he even felt fear with his constantly chilled out he was.

"Plagg get up" Adrien said, nudging the kwami on his pillow awake.

"Huh-?" He muttered.

"It's Luka, I gotta go see him"

"Kid it's like 3 am-"

Adrien just got out of bed, headed right for the window.

"Claws out" he said.

"Can't we wasn't until tomo-ahhhh!" Plagg tried to complain before being sucked up into the ring.

If Adrien was right, and blue really was Luka... he wanted in. He wanted to join forces with him.

Blue and Green, exposing abusive rich assholes together through the power of art.