Marcaniel & Lukadrien 2

🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈Pride Parade Fanfic AU🏳‍🌈🏳‍🌈

The sun shone brightly in Paris as huge crowds wearing pride accessories marched and celebrated, rainbow confetti raining over them. Rainbow flags fluttered in the summer breeze, and the air was filled with music, laughter, and the unmistakable feeling of love. Marc Anciel and Nathaniel Kurtzberg, hand in hand, were part of the celebration, their hearts beating in unison with the rhythm of the parade.

Marc, with his messy rock-style black hair with blue reflections and a shy smile, felt a surge of happiness as he walked beside Nathaniel, who radiated confidence and creativity. Nathaniel's artistic flair was evident in his outfit: a hand-painted T-shirt depicting a colorful heart, symbolizing the love they shared.

"Look at this, Nathaniel!" Marc exclaimed, pointing towards a group of performers dressed in pride outfits. The performers twirled and danced, their costumes shimmering under the sunlight, perfectly capturing the essence of hope and bravery.

Nathaniel squeezed Marc's hand, a playful grin spreading across his face. "They're amazing! But you know, they don't hold a candle to the real deal," he said, winking.

Marc chuckled, his cheeks tinged with a hint of pink. "True, but it's great to see everyone celebrating who they are. It reminds me of our journey."

Nathaniel nodded, his gaze softening as he looked at Marc. "Yeah, it does. Remember how scared we were to tell our friends and family? And now, here we are, surrounded by people who accept us for who we are."

As they continued walking, they were approached by Marinette, Adrien, and the rest of their friends, who were also enjoying the parade. Alya had her camera out, capturing the essence of the celebration for her blog, while Marinette and Adrien handed out rainbow-colored friendship bracelets.

"Hey, you two!" Alya called out, waving them over. "I've been looking for you! I want to get a picture of the cutest couple at the parade."

Marc blushed deeply, while Nathaniel laughed, pulling Marc closer for the photo. "Say 'Love wins'!" Alya instructed, and they all echoed the phrase, grinning at the camera.

Marinette handed Marc and Nathaniel each a bracelet. "These are for you guys. I made them myself," she said with a warm smile.

"Thanks, Marinette! They're beautiful," Marc replied, slipping the bracelet onto his wrist.

The group continued to walk together, sharing stories and laughing. As they passed a float covered in balloons and streamers, Marc felt a tug on his heart. He paused, turning to face Nathaniel.

"Nathaniel, I know this might sound cheesy, but I just wanted to say thank you," Marc began, his voice soft. "For being here with me, for supporting me, for loving me."

Nathaniel's eyes sparkled with emotion. "Marc, you don't have to thank me. I'm the lucky one. You bring so much light into my life. I love you, more than words can express."

Overwhelmed with emotion, Marc leaned in and kissed Nathaniel, the world around them fading away. At that moment, under the rainbow sky and amidst the joyous crowd, their love felt infinite and unbreakable.

The parade continued each step as a testament to their journey and the love that had brought them together. As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the city, Marc and Nathaniel knew they had found something truly special—each other. And in the heart of Paris, surrounded by friends and allies, they celebrated their love, proud and unafraid.

                          (I do not own the Pride Parade Paris photo.)