Balance (Luka Couffaine X Fem-Reader)

XXXIV: Sapotis

Hello everyone, I'm back. Did you miss me?......I'm kidding. But i did miss all of you <3

Finally free from school and responsibilities, till I get a job or something. Sorry for the very late update but with all my classes, I barely had time to sleep. So hopefully I'll be able to update more over the summer, and finish season 2.

And now I present to you, Sapotis, this is a long one. 

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(Y/n Pov)

The moment I'd feared from the moment I met Luka was when he would meet my father. Well, officially, my father is not known for being cold to everyone; I'm not sure when, but after my mother left, he's been cold and closed off. I can feel it; it wasn't like that before, at least not all the time, so now my fear is coming true, and I know it will not end well. As last time, they hate each other and haven't officially met in person.

"I expect both of you to be on your best behaviour, as you will be in a public space." My father told us as Gorilla stopped before Le Grand Paris, "Yes, Father." Adrien and I said in sync; my father wore his regular clothes, while Adrien and I had to wear formal clothes. I was wearing an outfit similar to the one I wore during my time at the cooking show. The only difference was that it was blue, as a way to match Luka, as he was oddly happy when I told him about the meeting. So, now my father walked before Adrein and me, and we said nothing.

The Kwamis, had decided it would be best for them to watch from a distance so there wouldn't be any issues or future teasing.

The air felt thick with anticipation as we walked into Le Grand Paris. The moment my eyes landed on my father, the room was silent. At the front, a hostess smiled professionally as she led us toward the back.

Adrien walked beside me, relatively too quiet for my liking. I could tell he was uneasy, too. His eyes flickered nervously between me and our father as we walked through the dining area that stretched ahead.

My father had gotten us a separate room, a more elegant place than usual, too fancy for what I was expecting. Still, My father always wanted what looked best and didn't care much for more than comfort. Especially as it was away from the other guests, it wouldn't have been a problem as my father and Mr. Bourgeois are old friends. A room where Luka and his family were already waiting. I could feel the tension in my chest tightening with every step. This was it. The Dinner.

When my father was going to meet Luka's family for the first time, I had no idea how it would go if I were honest with myself.

I tried to focus on anything except my father, but my father's cold, stern gaze made it nearly impossible to feel at ease.

My father is everything Luka wasn't, unapproachable, distant, cold. I couldn't help but feel the familiar ache of wanting to stand up for Luka and tell my father that this was important to me, just like my music. Still, the words never seemed to come out right, and whenever I tried, I was shut down almost immediately, getting me grounded most of the time.

We reached the table, and the couffaine's stood to greet us. Anarka smiled warmly, which calmed my nerves, while Luka gave me a small awkward smile. Jules gave us a polite nod, but I noticed she was trying not to stare too much at my father. I don't blame her. He's like Halk Moth; no one ever sees him.

"Y/n," Luka said, stepping forward slightly as if he didn't know how to act. "I'm glad you all made it. I guess we can start dinner now... I hope you're hungry?"

I smiled and felt myself not worried about what my father would say. "Yeah, I'm starving." I let my gaze shift to my father, who stood beside me, barely acknowledging the people he had invited to his dinner.