#adrienetteapril2023

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Sick Day

Once again a tiny bit of Ladynoir has snuck into my Adrienette April haha. I hope you guys like it! It does contain spoilers from s5 up until Derision so please watch those first! Lemme know what you think!

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Ladybug and Chat Noir had “sick days”. That wasn’t to say that they ever took them during akuma attacks. No, they were always ready to protect the people of Paris. But, every so often, on quiet nights, instead of patrolling, they would just sit and talk.

It was nice. It gave both superheroes a chance to relax and erase some of their worries. And, honestly, she needed it now more than ever with the rise of Monarch.

Ladybug landed softly onto the rooftop just across from the Eiffel Tower, a smile stretching across her face as Chat turned to look at her. The sun was just beginning to set, casting a beautiful, golden glow on the city. 

“Can we take a ‘sick day’ today, m’lady?” he asked practically as soon as she had landed. His wide, green eyes were eager as he begged her to consider his proposal.

Giggling, she sat down next to her partner, ruffling his hair. “Sure, mon Chaton. We haven’t had one in a while.”

The two superheroes gave a sigh of relief, cuddling even closer together. Ladybug’s head rested gently on Chat’s shoulder, watching the sunset as they enjoyed the simple comfort of each other’s presence.

It was lovely. The ache in her heart slowly ebbed away as the stress of the last week disappeared. Tonight, she could just be. No worries about responsibilities or duties. Just a simple, peaceful quiet with her best friend.

So, when Ladybug returned home and detransformed, she fell asleep quickly for the first time in a while. Honestly, Marinette wished that more days could be like that in her civilian life. A day where she didn’t have to worry about school or anything else.

But, life goes on. Her alarm rang early that morning and Marinette was grateful that she finally got enough rest to wake up on time for once.

And so, pulling on her clothes, she happily made her way to school. Excited to greet her friends and especially Adrien. Marinette was still unsure about what exactly their relationship was. 

She wanted to be his girlfriend. More than anything she wanted to hold his hand, kiss his lips, and go on dates. But, she was still scared. Ridiculous worries that this was somehow still a prank designed by Chloé floated around her thoughts. 

Her head knew that this wasn’t the case. That Adrien, as sweet and wonderful as he always was, ended his relationship with Chloé the second he found out about what Kim did. But, her heart was still afraid. Afraid of falling and finding out that she was wrong.

But, either way, Marinette was going to take it slow. She loved Adrien and she knew that one day she’d have the strength to work through her worries and finally tell him. She was just glad he was willing to wait for her.

Arriving at school, she was about to enter when she felt a hand gently grab hers. Squeaking in surprise, it gradually faded away when Marinette looked up and saw Adrien’s smiling face. She grinned back, wrapping him up in a tight hug. 

“Adrien!”

He hugged her just as tightly back, lifting her so that her feet were just above the ground. “Marinette! I missed you so much!”

She giggled, feeling her cheeks warm as he put her back down on the ground. “You saw me yesterday!”

“And that was simply too long to be without my Marinette! Can’t you just stay with me the whole day?”

Her face turned even redder at his words, butterflies fluttering in her chest. Did he know how sweet he was? 

Adrien glanced down at his phone before a sneaky, mischievous expression appeared on his face. “We’ve got some time before class. Do you want to relax for a bit first?”

Shyly, she nodded, letting him lead her over to a shaded area as he tugged on the hand he was still holding. As soon as Marinette sat down, Adrien instantly cuddled into her lap, sighing with contentment. She hummed too, wrapping her arms around him as she enjoyed the comfort of the moment. 

Right now, there was no fear. No anxiety. It was just them. And it felt right.

The wind gently blew around them and Marinette cuddled closer with a shiver, enjoying the warmth Adrien provided. Her eyes began to droop and she curled one of her hands through his hair, playing with the strands she had wanted to run her fingers through so desperately for years. It was just as fun as she had imagined.

Adrien seemed to enjoy it too. An almost pleased rumble seemed to be coming from him. 

Marinette smiled, wishing that every day could be just like this. Honestly, that sick day with Chat had done wonders for her mental health. Because right now there was no panic or anxiety.

Breaking their bubble of peace, though, was the sound of her phone chirping out a simple melody. Marinette winced. That was her second alarm. That was her get up and get ready for class now or you’re going to be late, alarm.

With quick, nimble fingers, she shut off the distracting, loud noise. She moved to stand up but Adrien didn’t budge. In fact, he nuzzled even closer into her lap with a noise of protest.

She chuckled softly, scratching her hand through his hair one last time before nudging his shoulder. “Come on, Adrien. It’s time to get up. We’re going to be late for class otherwise.”

“Don’t wanna,” he mumbled, turning his head into her leg as he rolled over onto his side. “Am comfy.”

Marinette had to clap a hand to her mouth to stop herself from cooing at him. How did she never notice how goofy and dorky Adrien was? He was just so silly and adorable.

She almost didn’t have the heart to move but then she glanced at the time and winced once more. They really needed to get up. Shifting slightly, she said, “Usually you’re dying to go to class. What’s wrong?”

He rolled back onto his back, his emerald eyes gleaming up at her playfully. “I want to spend more time with you.”

Pink dusted her cheeks at those words as the butterflies came roaring back. He was really going to kill her at this rate.

“Come on, Marinette,” Adrien whined. “Can’t we just take a sick day today?”

 Her lips parted as her heart practically dropped in her chest. She had heard those exact words so many times before. Her mind flashed straight back to last night. Those same words coming out of a different boy’s mouth.

Two different boys... right? Not the same boy with the same tousled blonde hair and the same piercing green eyes... right?!

Okay, the panic was coming back now. Blinking harshly, Marinette scooted away, jostling Adrien from her lap as her back collided with the tree.

He sat up with a frown, looking at her worriedly. “Marinette?”

She shook her head quickly, memories racing through her thoughts at a breakneck pace. She had seen Adrien and Chat Noir at the same time. Hadn’t she?

“I-I’m sorry... I was only joking. We can go back to class now, Marinette. I promise we won’t be late.”

Adrien’s eyes were round and concerned, looking at her as though he was afraid she might break.

Sucking in a stuttering breath, Marinette slowly began to steel herself. Maybe it was just a coincidence. Maybe she only thought she heard him say sick day. Maybe it was something Adrien said all the time with someone else.

“I d-don’t... where did you hear those words?” she demanded, her heart thundering in her ears.

His frown deepened and he tilted his head with confusion. “What words?”

“T-the ones you said before... a-about taking a sick day.”

Adrien stiffened, his eyes darting away from her face before he quickly relaxed, shrugging casually. “I’m not too sure. I, uh, use it with a friend sometimes... I think. I don’t know. It’s a pretty common phrase, isn’t it?”

He looked over at her and now he looked suspicious of her. Oh my god, it really was him. Adrien was her Chat Noir. How could it have taken her this long to notice?

Marinette wrestled with her feelings. On the one hand, she was overjoyed at the idea that she might have finally found her kitten. On the other, she was overwhelmed with panic. 

Hesitantly, she decided to test him once again. “Don’t you think someone might notice if we take too many sick days?”

“I don’t know,” Adrien replied quickly, “It depends on how many sick days we’ve already had before. Wouldn’t this be our first one?”

“Would it?”

The two of them stared into the other’s eyes. Neither of them wanting to be the one to say what they were both thinking.

Adrien broke first. “M’lady?” he whispered almost inaudibly, the word practically falling from his lips.

The giddiness won. Throwing her arms around him, Marinette moved closer and buried her head in his neck. “Mon minou! It is you!”

He stood up quickly, twirling her around in his arms. She squealed, tightening her grip around him.

After a while, Adrien put her back down, searching her eyes beseechingly. “I love you. So, so much! And I am willing to wait a million years for you if I have to. Because, Marinette, my bugaboo, it has only ever been you for me. No one else. Only you.”

Her eyes watered as she blinked back tears of happiness. It was time.

“I-I love you too, Adrien. And it’s only been you for me too, you know. Even when I thought I moved on to Chat, it was because I saw you staring back at me.” 

He kissed her, picking her up once more as he pressed his lips against hers desperately. It was so similar and yet so different from the kisses that they had shared before. Because this time... this time they didn’t have to worry about identities or secrets. It was just them.

When Adrien finally pulled back, there was a clear gleam in his eyes. “I suppose now I don’t have to pretend to be jealous about that kiss you shared with Chat Noir.”

Marinette giggled, rolling her eyes. Shoving his chest lightly, she said, “Shut up, you dork. We’re going to be late for class.”

 “Aw, but m’lady, I thought we were gonna take another sick day.”

“We already had one last night. We can’t afford to take another.”

“Ahh, you’re right. Paris might start to get suspicious.”

Marinette glanced at Adrien from the corner of her eye before reaching down and taking his hand in hers. He squeezed it tightly as they both made their way into the school, the bell for class ringing in their ears. Yep, they were definitely late.

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Good Night Kiss

This chapter concludes my journey into Adrienette April :). I hope you enjoyed reading my oneshots! Please lemme know what you think. This one’s ending is my fave just cuz of how soft it is hhahaha. Also, stay tuned for my Marichat May oneshots next month if you’d like to read those as well!

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Marinette was currently wrapped wonderfully in Adrien’s arms. They were on her chaise, a laptop playing a movie in front of them. He had taken to sneaking out at night from the mansion to come and see her. 

Usually, she would frown at the action. After all, she didn’t want to be the one getting Adrien in trouble. Especially when it was for something he shouldn’t be getting in trouble for. But, for now, it was the only way that they could spend time together.

Gabriel had all but forbade her from entering the mansion unless she broke up with Adrien. And that wasn’t happening. Not anytime soon at least.

Marinette squeezed the arm that was wrapped around her waist. A kiss brushed against her head in response, causing a small grin to spread on her face.

He was so sweet. She loved him so much.

After a short while, their movie ended and she watched Adrien glance at the time. Her heart clenched at the sight. She didn’t want him to go. At least... not yet.

They both slowly sat up and she instantly wanted to be back in his arms. She never wanted to leave. Closing the lid on her laptop, she couldn’t help but give a small sigh. Maybe she could try and get him to stay... just for a little longer. 

With her decision made, she placed her hand on his. “Stay, please. At least for us to play a round of Ultimate Mecha Strike III,” Marinette murmured.

She gave him a smile, hoping that it was convincing enough to make him stay. Adrien simply chuckled, flipping his hand around to intertwine their fingers. He brought her hand up, kissing the back of it and causing all of her breath to woosh out of her in a rush.

“Of course, I can stay for a little longer for you, Marinette.” He winked at her, causing her heart to flutter.

Grinning, she pulled him to his feet, dragging him over to the chairs by her computer. There, she booted up the game, taking her time to defeat him. If only to prolong his staying for just a few moments more.

“I win again,” Marinette cheered with a bright beam etched on her face. 

Adrien shook his head even as his eyes glimmered at her playfully. “This is unfair. You’re just too good, Marinette.”

 Marinette laughed, enjoying the playful banter between them. “Maybe you just need to practice more,” she teased.

Adrien jutted his lip out in a big pout, looking like such an adorable puppy dog. For a brief moment, her eyes glanced down at that pout, wondering why it looked so kissable. She was tempted to swoop down and capture those pretty, peach lips but before she could, anxiety hit her. 

What if he didn’t want to kiss her? What if she kissed him wrong? What if this was still all a big joke pulled off by Chloé?

As soon as the thoughts came, Marinette managed to shake them away. They were wrong. Even though she knew she was wrong, that Adrien truly loved her at least half as much as she did for him, she couldn’t stop the churning in her gut. 

Steeling herself with a deep breath, she tuned back in to what he was saying.

“One day I swear I’m gonna find a way to beat you,” Adrien said, shaking his head as he leaned back in his chair. A tiny smirk was on his face as he gazed at her.

“Practice makes perfect,” Marinette sang.

Before she could make another comment, though, a quiet alarm rang through the room. Marinette jumped, looking around with surprise. The first thing she thought was that it was an akuma attack and she dreaded having to rush Adrien out so that she could go and fight it. 

However, after a brief moment of panic, she noticed that it was coming from Adrien’s phone which was buzzing on the counter.

He looked morose as he turned the alarm off, sliding the phone back into his pocket. Looking at her with a pair of sad, puppy dog eyes, he gave her a half-hearted grin. “Sorry, Marinette but I really have to get back now. It’s pretty late and if my father or Nathalie realizes that I’m out then I may not be able to visit you anymore.”

Marinette’s heart sank at the thought of Adrien leaving, but she knew that he was right. If he got caught, it would only make things worse for the two of them.

Even though both of them wanted him to stay desperately, she knew it would only lead to trouble later on. She didn’t even want to think about Adrien getting caught. 

Hiding a shudder, Marinette nodded her head, hoping her smile didn’t look as forced as it felt. “Of course, Adrien. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.”

They both stood up, climbing up her bed before heading outside using the trapdoor just above their heads. She didn’t know or even want to know, how exactly he did it, but Adrien managed to climb both up and down her balcony every night whenever he snuck inside. It was like he was a superhero or something...

With her heart heavy in her chest, she gave him a small wave. “Goodnight, Adrien. Thank you so much for coming over. You’re always welcome here. Anytime.”

Marinette turned around, about to head back inside before she had to watch him do anything too dangerous, a hand on her wrist stopped her. She turned around, blinking at the serious expression on Adrien’s face.

“Adrien, are you alright?” she asked. Did he not want to go down from the balcony this time? Did he hurt his leg somehow on the trip up here?

Before she could spiral any further, Adrien squeezed her wrist lightly, shifting from foot to foot. He looked determined, but also a little nervous. “Marinette... I-I was wondering if you could do me a favor?”

“Yeah, of course!” she said, nodding her head eagerly.

Anything.  

She’d do anything for him right now. Especially if it meant he got to stay longer.

She’d probably jump off the roof if he asked. Of course... he didn’t need to know that she had magical jewelry and could transform with two words, saving her from what was sure to be a fatal collision. 

“W-would it be possible if I could have a kiss good night?” Adrien scratched the back of his neck. He gazed down at her, looking hopeful.

Marinette couldn’t help tensing. She was sure her eyes widened and her mouth gaped as she looked up at him. 

He was asking her for a kiss? A kiss that she had wanted to give him nearly every second of their time together but had been too afraid to.

She gnawed on her lower lip, feeling the anxiety come flooding back. 

But this was Adrien. And hadn’t she just thought that she’d do anything for him?

Letting the Ladybug courage fuel her, Marinette nodded her head with determination. “O-okay.”

Stepping up on her tip-toes, she very lightly pressed a kiss to his left cheek. Laying her feet flat on the ground again, she gave him a shy grin. Her cheeks were flushed as Marinette peeked up at him from beneath her lashes. “Goodnight, Adrien.”

“And, um, would you be okay giving me one more on the other cheek? J-just so it doesn’t feel left out.” Adrien tapped his right cheek, looking even more hopeful than he had previously.

She couldn’t help but giggle. Some of her anxiety faded as he laughed along with her. Suddenly, she felt very grateful for his joke. 

Standing up on her tip-toes once more, she brushed another kiss on his other cheek. When Marinette leaned back down, she couldn’t help but notice that Adrien now also seemed a little pink. 

“W-what about my nose?” He tapped it. “I think it would like a good night kiss too.”

“Of course,” she shook her head fondly as the last of her worries seemed to disappear. How did Adrien always know just what to say?

Leaning back up, Marinette gently pecked the very tip of his nose. Just inches away from his face, she whispered, “I wouldn’t want him to be lonely either.”

“A-and what about just a little bit lower, maybe?” He bit his lip, drawing her attention to it once more.

Slowly, ever so slowly, Marinette pressed her lips to the spot just above his own. She lingered there, feeling his lips graze her chin with just the slightest hint of pressure.

Her eyes fluttered closed as she rocked back down, feeling slightly dizzy even though she didn’t actually kiss him. 

Adrien cleared his throat, causing her eyes to slowly open once again. His blush had gotten darker and his own eyes looked glazed. “Uh, m-maybe just a little bit lower than that?”

Blood rushed into her ears before she gave a hesitant nod of her head. A small smile twitched on her face before Marinette leaned up once more. This time she pressed a kiss just below his lips. A tingle shot up her spine as she felt them quiver on the bridge of her nose.

Feeling even more lightheaded, she felt the edges of her lips quirk up even higher. “Was that enough good night kisses?”

“Maybe,” Adrien said, his voice cracking ever so slightly. He cleared his throat again. “Maybe just one more. A-a little bit higher than that?”

This time there was no hesitation. Marinette surged to him, connecting their lips in a fiery kiss. The moon and the stars twinkled above them as she wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as she tilted her head. He wrapped his own around her waist, pulling her to him just as tightly.

Finally... finally... finally she was able to kiss him without fear or doubts. And it felt truly wonderful. 

When Marinette needed to catch her breath, she pulled back, leaning her forehead against his. Panting ever so slightly, she giggled. “You’re gonna be late, you know.”

“I don’t think I care anymore,” Adrien murmured before pressing his lips to hers once more. She smiled into the kiss, enjoying these last few moments before she forced him to go home. After all, she wanted more good night kisses.

[aalissy]

Pancakes

Another day is finished!! I hope you guys enjoy this chapter! It can technically be seen as a prequel to yesterday’s chapter if you’d like hahah. Also, it’s set post-Pretension so plz watch that ep first <3

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Marinette slid a bag in front of Adrien’s desk before sliding into the empty seat beside him. Nino wasn’t here yet so she had time. She gestured to the bag with a small grin, her eyes gleaming. “I know I didn’t get to try your father’s pancakes yesterday but when he listed the recipe he was using...”

She trailed off with a shiver, shaking her head amusedly. Adrien laughed, digging into the bag, and pulled out a covered box with stacks of pancakes. The lid was fogged with steam, the pancakes having just been made this morning.

“Anyway, I decided to try and make pancakes using my own recipe. They’re vanilla passion fruit. I know you usually like them plain but I wanted you to try these first,” she finished proudly. 

Unlike the banana pancakes which Gabriel had made for him, passion fruit was Adrien’s favorite flavor. Marinette was almost positive that once he got a taste for these pancakes, he’d never want them plain again.

His eyes lit up and he eagerly cut into one of the pancakes, popping it in his mouth with a delighted hum. Her smile grew wider at the noise. He liked them!

“Marinette, these are absolutely delicious!” Adrien said, already spearing off another forkful. “How did you know passion fruit was my favorite?!”

She absentmindedly made a noise, waving the question away. She had poured through multiple magazines in order to find out Adrien’s favorite everythings! And, well, now it seemed to have paid off.

He liked her pancake’s more than his father’s and that made her very pleased. Especially when considering that Gabriel had practically kicked her out yesterday. 

Though none of that really mattered. All that mattered was that Adrien was happy.

Marinette’s gaze slid back over to him, her eyes softening. She blinked in slight surprise when she saw a fork hovering in front of her mouth. Her mouth watered as the aroma of her pancakes wafted around her.

There was a slight smile on Adrien’s lips as he nodded his head down at the forkful of the delectable food. “Do you want to try some?”

She laughed, pushing the fork away with a shake of her own head. “Oh no, that’s alright, Adrien. I made them for you. ”

“Aw, come on, the chef doesn’t want to try her own creation?” Adrien asked, waving the fork back and forth temptingly.

Marinette gave him a deadpan look. Shaking her head once more with a quiet snicker, she said, “Thank you, but I really am alright. I already had breakfast this morning.”

Her thoughts turned to the lonely, quick bowl of cereal she had eaten. Marinette had spent the majority of her time that morning working on the very pancakes in front of her. And boy, did they smell good.  

“So did I.” His grin got larger, looking more mischievous. “My father made his pancakes this morning.”

Marinette’s brow furrowed, for the first time wondering if she had made the wrong decision bringing in pancakes. Even though she had heard Adrien make numerous comments about how Gabriel’s pancakes never tasted quite right, she couldn’t help but think that she shouldn’t have made her own. Maybe Gabriel just needed time to figure out what Adrien liked and didn’t.

A small, petty side of her piped up that even with all of the time in the world, that man would never learn what his son enjoyed and dislike. That he was too focused on literally anything else.

“Even though your pancakes blow his out of the water,” Adrien said, his eyes gleaming and causing Marinette’s head to perk back up. 

Instantly, her worries disappeared. He did prefer her pancakes! She was definitely going to be making him more!

“But I’m much too full to eat all of these! Please, Marinette, won’t you try some?” His peach-pink lips formed a small pout. He tilted his head at her adorably, pleading at her with his big, puppy-dog eyes.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, alright.” 

Honestly, Marinette really did want to try them. Her stomach was practically growling. Telling her that her pancakes would surely hit the spot.

Reaching forward, she tried to take the fork from him. Adrien simply moved it back though, wiggling his eyebrows at her playfully.

She raised one of her own eyebrows, looking at him incredulously. Didn’t he just say that he wanted her to try them? 

He moved the fork back in front of her, an ear-splitting, cheeky grin on his face. Marinette glanced between him and the utensil, feeling her cheeks turn pink as she understood what he wanted. 

Holding back both a long-suffering sigh and what would most likely turn out to be an ear-piercing squeal, Marinette leaned forward, wrapping her lips around the pancake. The flavor practically exploded on her tongue, causing her eyes to flutter closed as she hummed with delight. 

Leaning back, she chewed, enjoying the sweet taste of passion fruit and the slight hint of vanilla. When Marinette swallowed, she slowly opened her eyes, giving him a soft grin. “Mmm, you were right! Those are delicious.”

“Do you, um, want another bite?” Adrien coughed. He was cutting off another slice of pancake. His other hand not cutting was clenched into a fist by his mouth. And, was that a slight blush on his cheeks, or was she just imagining things?

Feeling her own flush darken, Marinette slowly nodded. This time, when Adrien moved the fork in front of her, she wrapped her hand around his. Butterflies roared to life in her stomach as she saw his lips part slightly. 

This time, she barely noticed the flavor of the pancake as she leaned back, too absorbed in the way that Adrien’s eyes had darted to her lips. Her tongue flitted out, licking the remaining crumbs off of her lips. Adrien tracked the movement and the butterflies turned into a crescendo.

“What are you two dudes doing?”

A voice broke her out of her haze and it took Marinette a second before she registered who it was. Shaking her head to clear it, she managed to tear her gaze away from Adrien to look up at Nino. He was smirking down at them, his expression one of fond amusement. 

Her face flamed and she stood up, digging her teeth into her lower lip. “I, uh, made pancakes.”

“Y-yeah, they’re absolutely delicious! Do you want a bite?” Adrien stuttered.

 “Nah, I’m good,” Nino said with a laugh.

“W-well, I hope you like the rest of the pancakes, Adrien.”

Shooting him a small smile, Marinette quickly scuttled back to her seat. She avoided Alya’s knowing, mischievous smile and practically dove into her backpack. Slowly, when she felt the blush fade away, she pulled out her notebooks, ready for class to start.

[aalissy]

Cosplay

I had a really fun time writing this one hehehe. I love playing around with identities! This is set during s5 so if you haven’t seen it yet plz do before reading <3. It’s probably my favorite season so far haha.

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“Mmm, I was thinking of cosplaying as one of the superheroes for Halloween,” Marinette said, tilting her head back to look into her boyfriend’s eyes. Adrien’s brow was slightly furrowed with concentration as he was hard at work braiding her hair. 

They were currently sitting outside Place des Vosges, enjoying their small bit of free time together before Adrien’s father demanded his attention... or before any akuma attacks could steal her away.  

“What do you think? Do you think I could pull off being a superhero? Maybe the snake miraculous? It does have some pretty cool powers. Don’t you think?” Marinette’s voice took on a light, teasing tone. 

Her lips quirked into a hidden smirk. After all, she knew something her boyfriend didn’t. She was the one who handed him the snake miraculous allowing him to become Aspik.

Adrien couldn’t know that, though. At least... not yet. One day, after Monarch was defeated, she’d be able to tell him. For now, though it got to be her little secret.

Oddly enough, though, Adrien’s expression didn’t turn nostalgic. A strange glint entered his eyes as he paused in braiding her hair. It faded away quickly enough, though, and he resumed, leaning down to whisper in her ear. 

Marinette shivered slightly, enjoying his warm breath gently brushing against her skin. God, she was so lucky. 

“I don’t know, I think you’d be best suited to the mouse miraculous. What was her name again?”

She stiffened as Adrien leaned back to think. What... but... but how could he possibly know about her time as Multimouse? Hadn’t Chat been the only one who saw her? Could Adrien have been on the roof that day too?

No, that wasn’t possible. Then he would’ve seen the illusion fade away and if he saw that then he’d know for certain that she was Ladybug. If Adrien knew that wouldn’t he ask about the ladybug miraculous not the mouse? 

Okay, Marinette seriously needed to gain control of her thoughts. She was spiraling. 

Sucking in a deep breath to probably sputter out a nervous laugh and ask what he meant, she was stopped when Adrien leaned back in with a snap of his fingers. “Polymouse. Yeah, that was her name. I think you’d really suit Polymouse.”

Instantly, her tension faded away as she exhaled a breath of relief. She panicked for absolutely no reason. Adrien didn’t know that she was Multimouse. Her secrets were still safe.

With a shy giggle, Marinette nodded her head. “Yeah, you’re right. Cosplaying as Polymouse would be fun too.”

Adrien hummed before swinging her finished braid onto her shoulder. “Or, you could always be Ladynoire. You’ve got the hair for it right now.”

Instantly, she flushed, turning around to face him and fiddling with the braid nervously. His emerald green eyes glittered at her adoringly.

He doesn’t know. He doesn’t know, Marinette’s mind chanted constantly, trying to push down the panic that was steadily rising once again. He’s only saying something because he just braided your hair.

Now she really did sputter out a loud, forced laugh. Marinette winced at how loud it sounded even to her own ears. “Y-yeah. T-that would be fun, too. This is a lovely braid, though, Adrien. Thank you for braiding it for me.”

She hoped her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she thought it did.

“Mmm, actually you know what...,” he said, tapping his chin in thought.

Marinette tensed. This was it. If he said she actually suited Ladybug better, she’d know for certain that he knew her identity somehow. In which case she’d have to swear him to secrecy. 

And also, maybe, finally indulge in those secret fantasies she had of visiting him as Ladybug at night, a dark hidden corner of her mind perked up suggestively.

She quickly shook those thoughts away. She had to focus on her secret identity first. After all, she didn’t want another Chat Blan situation. Marinette shivered uncomfortably at the thought.

Before she could start to hyperventilate, Adrien quickly drew her onto his lap, bumping his nose against hers with a laugh. “I think you could pull off any miraculous you wanted to. My wonderful, creative little fashion designer.”

She instantly buried her nose in his chest, distressed, paranoid thoughts completely gone with her boyfriend's words. She sniffled happily. “That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I love you so much.”

Adrien squeezed her tighter, running his fingers along the braid he created. “I love you too, Marinette.”

Connecting their lips together, she smiled into their kiss. Slowly, she melted into her boyfriend’s touch, letting the stresses of the day fade away.

When she leaned back, Adrien beamed at her, scratching the top of her head playfully as he said, “You know, I just can’t get over the idea of you wearing cute little cat ears, though. Maybe Chat Walker would suit you better.”

She frowned, her brow creasing as once more her thoughts went into overdrive. Adrien couldn’t possibly know about Chat Walker. It had been late at night when he got his miraculous so Alya never uploaded any pictures of him on the Ladyblog. In fact, only a handful of people knew about Chat Walker so unless Adrien was a little girl named Rhythm then he had to be...

Quickly, Marinette schooled her features into a look of blank confusion. She still had to protect her secret identity. Tilting her head, she asked, “Chat Walker? Who’s that?”

Adrien blinked before scratching the back of his neck as he avoided her gaze. “He was on the Ladyblog? Wasn’t he?”

Slowly, she shook her head. “I don’t think so... Or at least, I’ve never heard of him. How do you know him?”

“Oh, er, well, you see... I, um...”

Before her boyfriend could stammer and stutter for too long, Marinette saved him by laughing. Adrien stopped instantly, looking at her with a pair of wide eyes.

As her lips quirked up into a secret, teasing smile, she leaned in, tapping his nose gently. “Adrien, are you telling me that you got to be a superhero named Chat Walker?”

All of his breath escaped him in a rush and he raised his arms up in surrender. “Yep. You got me. I got to use the cat miraculous for one day.”

“Really?” she leaned in, trying to stifle the smile that was threatening to take over her whole face. “I have so many questions! What was it like? What happened to Chat Noir?”

Adrien laughed, shaking his head. “I’m not, uh, entirely sure. Plagg, his, um, kwami came to me and asked if I would be willing to be Chat Noir for a night. I’m guessing that maybe he was sick or something. So, of course, I said yes.”

“Of course.” Marinette giggled, bobbing her head along as she finally got some insight into that night. 

“And it was actually really fun, though a little stressful too.” He scratched the back of his neck and glanced away from her.

“Oh, I’m sure,” she replied, her lips twitching with amusement as she leaned in to whisper, “Though I have a confession to make too. Ladybug herself picked me to be a superhero.”

His gaze drew back to hers, an odd, almost knowing glimmer present in his eyes before it faded away as quickly as it had appeared. Adrien gasped, leaning in as well until their noses were almost pressed together. “Really?” he whispered.

“Mhm,” Marinette hummed. “Remember how you said I could pull off a Polymouse cosplay? Well, you were really close. I actually became a different superheroine called Multimouse.”

“You did, did you?” Adrien asked, a smirk on his face. “I bet you looked absolutely adorable.”

Flipping around, she snuggled her way into Adrien’s arms. Leaning back against his chest, she sighed with contentment. “I really was. If only we got to see each other as superheroes.”

“Yeah, if only,” he said, nuzzling his chin onto her head.

Wow, that night made so much more sense now. No wonder she had been so instantly drawn to Chat Walker that she couldn’t concentrate. He was Adrien! The love of her life. Marinette couldn’t wait to tell him the whole truth someday.

Unable to stop herself from laughing, she heard Adrien shift above her. “What are you laughing at?”

“Oh, nothing.” Marinette waved him off. “Just imagining you with little cat ears. I bet you looked adorable too.”

He chuckled, nuzzling her head once more as he nodded.

As they sat there, wrapped up in each other's arms, Marinette couldn't help but feel a wave of relief overcome her. She was definitely going to dress up as Multimouse for Halloween and, perhaps, she could convince Adrien to go as Chat Walker. It really would be lovely to see him again.

[aalissy]

Protective

Just a short lil oneshot for today’s chapter. But it is entirely based off of the ep Derision so if you haven’t seen that yet please do before reading! The prompt was too perfect for me to not base it off of that haha. Protective bf Adrien is the besttttt! Lemme know what you think <3

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As Kim recited the prank he played on Marinette last year, anger coursed through Adrien’s veins. His fists clenched tight with rage. Avoiding the other boy’s gaze, Adrien glared down at the pool tiles. 

This was the first time in his life that he could ever remember feeling like this. Like he wanted to punch Kim’s smiling, carefree face. Like he wanted to go to Chloé and threaten her so that she finally apologized to Marinette for all the years of hurt and abuse she caused.

It was no wonder Marinette had hated him once she had heard that he was friends with Chloé. But not anymore. His friendship with her was completely over! No longer did Marinette have to worry about him staying with Chloé.

She had hurt the person he loved. And for that, Adrien had to make her understand what an awful decision that was. Their childhood friendship didn’t matter anymore. The person she had become was too different from that young girl that he had first known all those years ago.

He heard Ondine say something else but was too lost in his feelings to register what it was. It was taking all of his strength to not give in to the rage that was simmering just underneath the surface.

How could Kim do that to Marinette? To sweet, kind Marinette? A girl that only wanted to share her feelings with a boy who was completely undeserving of them. 

How could he just sit there in the pool like that? With a smile like they were the ones being unreasonable! 

Adrien’s fists shook and he took a deep, calming breath. He couldn’t attack Kim. Not here. Even though his instincts were screaming at him to transform, dive into that water, and then cataclysm that smile away. 

It was no wonder Marinette had such a hard time sharing her feelings if this is what happened to her the first time she finally did! 

He wanted to run to her right now and just wrap her in a tight, protective hug. He’d whisper reassurances of how he’d never do what Kim did. Could never even dream of it! He’d stroke his fingers through her soft hair, placing a gentle peck on the top of her head and tell her that he understood now. 

Adrien ground his teeth together, feeling the anger bubbling within him once again as Kim swam away from him and Ondine. He couldn't understand why Kim would betray Marinette's trust like that. She had poured her heart out to him, confessing her feelings with vulnerability and courage, and Kim had callously dismissed her. Adrien's heart ached for Marinette, and he felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her.

Taking another deep breath, Adrien tried to push down his anger and focus on the situation at hand. Confronting Kim would do no one any good. And he seriously needed to get a handle on his emotions before Monarch akumatized him.

The dizzying anger faded ever so slightly as he heard Marinette call his name from around the corner. Turning to look at her with a small smile on his lips, his head quickly snapped back to the pool as he saw an akumatized Kim floating above it.

The rage came flooding back even as a sick, primal part of him was pleased. Good. Now he had a reason to hurt him. And Ladybug would be able to fix everything with her lucky charm. Grabbing Marinette’s arm, Adrien made sure that she was safe, away from Kim, in a locker room before he ran into his own. 

He transformed into Chat Noir as quickly as possible. He was going to make Kim hurt! Just like he had hurt Marinette.

Letting his anger guide him, Chat landed in a park nearby the pool with Ladybug next to him. His lips twitched slightly as he saw the laughing, carefree villain. This time, he didn’t reign in his roiling emotions. 

Extending his baton, he hit Kim as hard as he possibly could. He was knocked back far and Chat pounced after him with an even rougher kick. Faintly, he heard Ladybug screaming at him to stop in the background but that didn’t seem at all important.

Kim was still smiling. Chat absolutely shook with fury at the sight. That smile couldn’t stay. And if he couldn’t wipe it off with his baton or kicks then he would cataclysm it off. He deserved it for hurting Marinette.

Calling on his power, he was about to slam it directly onto Kim’s face when it was suddenly tugged back. Eyes widening with surprise, he looked back to see Ladybug. She was staring at him with horror and finally, the anger went away leaving only remorse and guilt. 

Before he could apologize or roll off of Kim, though, Chat was suddenly hit by a profound sense of euphoria. All at once, nothing mattered. All he wanted to do was laugh and have fun. 

Vaguely, in the back of his mind, he knew that Kim had struck him with the power of the monkey. And yet, Chat didn’t seem to care about the miraculous anymore. Skipping away from the akumatized villain, he danced around with the pretty balls that his cataclysm was somehow making.

It was only when Ladybug had destroyed the akuma and saved the day that Chat came back to his senses. Though the euphoria was now gone so was the righteous anger that he had felt prior. Now, all he was left with was the urge to go and see Marinette. 

That way, he could do what he should have done all along. Wrap her up in a tight embrace and tell her that everything would be okay. He’d keep her safe now. And, even more importantly, he’d wait until she was ready to reveal her feelings for him. He’d wait forever if it meant that he’d be able to kiss her once more. 

With that plan settled deep within his heart, he couldn’t wait to get back to the pool and detransform. Seeing Marinette would make everything better. Just like it always did.

[aalissy]

Roles Reversed

Anddd here’s the second and final chapter for the day! A bit of reverse love square bc a smitten Adrien is my fave Adrien! Wish we had gotten this for a bit longer in s5 :’).

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Shifting his bag, Adrien looked up at the bakery hopefully. He was currently standing outside those doors, waiting for the best moment to go in and hopefully get a chance to see Marinette. 

Yes, Adrien Agreste was completely and utterly smitten by Marinette Dupain-Cheng. He knew that the very first day he met her. 

Though they hadn’t gotten off on the right foot, he was positively determined to make her one of his first friends. And, yet, when that thunder sounded in the distance and he blinked down into a pair of curious, sapphire blue eyes he found himself wanting more. And then that umbrella snapped down on her head filling him with such euphoria he couldn’t help laughing.

That was the day his crush started. It evolved quickly after that. Growing into something bigger each day Adrien saw her kindness and utter brilliance.  

Yes, he was absolutely smitten with her. If only she noticed him.

No matter how often he flirted with her, it seemed like Marinette would only ever shake her head or roll her eyes. Like she didn’t quite believe he was being serious. 

Adrien couldn’t help but wonder if that did have something to do with the gum incident. Perhaps she still blamed him for trying to fix one of Chloé’s pranks.

But, he was determined to win her over. Just like that day in the rain he’d show her his heart and get her to realize that his love for her was true.

Sucking in a deep breath and summoning some of his Chat Noir courage, Adrien pushed his way through those doors. The bells chimed above him and all at once his nerves completely vanished the second that he saw Marinette’s smiling face.

A goofy grin spread across his cheeks as he found himself drawn towards her. “Fancy seeing you here, Marinette.”

She scoffed, shaking her head at him even as her smile grew wider. “Yes, fancy seeing me at the bakery I live and work at.”

Adrien leaned across the counter, trying to memorize her face. She was so pretty. Even when she was looking at him like he was absolutely insane.

Her eyebrow slowly rose as he continued to just stare. “Did you want to buy a croissant? Or maybe a macaron?”

“What if I told you I came by just to see you?”

Marinette’s lips parted with surprise. She blinked down at him before the confusion slowly faded to a look of utter amusement. “I’d say that you could have asked to hang out instead of simply coming to the bakery.”

Adrien chuckled, his eyes glimmering at her playfully. “Ah, but would you have said yes?”

Her expression softened before she nodded her head. “Of course, I would have, Adrien. We’re friends. We can hang out any time you’re free. I know you’re usually busy with your father’s photoshoots, though.”

And there was the word. The word that he had come to utterly loathe. Even though it should have lifted his spirits, it instead caused his hopes to crash down. Friend. That’s all she’d ever see of him.

Marinette must have seen his face fall because she instantly perked up, grabbing a croissant and pink macaron before placing them into a bag. “You look hungry, Adrien. Why don’t you eat these? And, maybe, on my break we can find some time to meet up in the park. Would that be alright?”

He cheered up quite quickly, grabbing the bag from her and nodding his head eagerly. “That’d be absolutely lovely, Marinette. Thank you for finding the time to meet up with me.”

“No problem, Adrien.” She winked at him and his heart fluttered. So adorable. “I know how hard it is for you to find time to meet up with friends, so of course we can meet up whenever you have free time.”

He beamed at her. Marinette was just so warm and caring. It was no wonder he loved her. Now if only he could get her to love him too. 

Paying for the treats, he then reached over and took the bag from her. Adrien’s heart quickened as their fingers brushed. A shiver ran down his spine at the touch. Was his mind playing tricks on him or were Marinette’s cheeks slightly pink?

But, within the next second, the blush was gone and she was grinning at him once more. “My break is in an hour. Will you still have time to go with me to the park?”

Adrien nodded eagerly. All his father needed to know was that he decided to take some time to study after his fencing lessons. It’s not like he ever noticed he was gone when he was Chat Noir.

“I’ll always have time for you, Marinette.”

“You’re so silly, Adrien.” She giggled, tapping his nose from across the counter. 

He should have felt disappointed but instead, he just felt completely lovestruck. She touched his nose! That was two touches from the girl of his dreams on the same day. And, wasn’t that truly wonderful?

Giving her a dazed wave, Adrien turned around and sat down at one of the empty tables. Pulling out the croissant, he practically devoured it while he waited. It was positively delicious.

He was definitely going to have to summon the courage to confess to her later today. Maybe that would convince her that he was serious about his feelings for her. But, then again, wouldn’t it be better if he designed an elaborate date idea before confessing?

Yep, it would definitely be best to save the emotional confession over a moonlit dinner by the Eiffel Tower. Ooh, or maybe even a date on a boat on the Seine! 

It was decided then. He was definitely going to save the confession. Today Adrien would just continue flirting with her. Maybe he could even see if Marinette would be willing to go on a date with him by the Eiffel Tower.

Casting a quick glance over at her, he felt his cheeks warm when he noticed that she was already staring. Marinette simply grinned and waved at him, completely unaware that all Adrien could think about was finding a way to woo her. 

She mouthed I’ll be out in a minute and he quickly straightened up. He was definitely going to think of this as their first date. 

Maybe he could even figure out a way to hold her hand.

Even just thinking about it sent tingles up his hand. Stretching his hand out, Adrien glanced at the clock. He couldn’t wait until it was time for her break!

[aalissy]

Good Luck Charms

Welcome to day 6 :). I have a bit of post-reveal, pre-relationship for today bc it’s my fave trope everrrr hehehe. Lemme know what you think <3

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“Do you still remember this?” Adrien asked, dangling an all-too-familiar bracelet from his hand. He leaned in close to her, a wide, rather smug grin stretched across his face.

They were currently in her room, having a study date, which really, was just an excuse to hang out without his father knowing.

Pushing him back with a giggle and a roll of her eyes, Marinette scootched her chair back slightly. Too close, her mind practically screamed. Did he really have no idea about the effect he had on her? “Yes, how could I forget about the good luck charm that I made? Why do you even still have that? It’s been so long.”

Adrien gasped, planting a hand across his chest in mock offense before he slid into the chair next to hers. “Because you made it for me, m’lady. I would never get rid of anything you gave me. I would treasure it for the rest of my life.”

She simply gave him a deadpan look. Now he was just being ridiculous. But, goodness, did it do things to her heart. 

Fiddling with her control, she nodded at her computer. “Are we playing a round or not?”

“Aw, come on, Marinette. I know for a fact that you still have the one I made for you. I saw you pull it out right before Mlle. Mendeleiev passed out that exam yesterday.”

Instantly, she turned a bright red. Of course, Adrien saw that. Would it be more or less embarrassing if she told him that she pulled it out right before every test?

“Well, t-that’s different,” Marinette mumbled, avoiding his gaze.

“How so?” he asked, his head tilting in obvious curiosity.

Oh, well now wasn’t that a dangerous question? She couldn’t very well tell him that the reason it was different was that she had a crush on him since practically the first time they met. 

He’d probably laugh in her face and then tell her that they were long past being anything but best friends. That he had gotten over his past crush on her a long time ago. That’s almost certainly why he’d stopped flirting with her both in and out of the costume.

“I, uh, heard there was a new character that you could play in Ultimate Mecha Strike,” she said, desperately attempting to change the subject.

“Avoiding the question, m’lady?”

Once again, Adrien leaned in close to her, his emerald green eyes twinkling at her adorably.

Marinette couldn't help but feel his breath on her face, causing her heart to race. She knew that she couldn't avoid the question forever, but she just couldn't bring herself to answer him truthfully. She couldn’t risk ruining their friendship forever. She loved him too much for that.

"I'm not avoiding the question," she said, trying to sound confident. "I just thought you'd be more interested in playing the game than talking about old trinkets."

“Old trinkets?!” Adrien gasped, looking at Marinette as though she said one of the rudest things in the world. He curled the bracelet into his closed fist protectively. “How could you say that?”

She choked out a laugh when he reopened his fist, gently running his finger along the beads. “She didn’t mean it. You’re more to me than just an old trinket.” He narrowed his eyes at her, nodding down at the bracelet. “Now, say you’re sorry.”

Marinette sputtered before pursing her lips closed in an attempt to remain serious. Biting her lip to suppress the giggles that wanted to escape her, she leaned down to whisper an apology to the bracelet. “Adrien’s right. I’m sorry, little guy.”

Leaning back up with an amused smirk, she asked, “Is that better?”

He leaned his own head down, his ear facing the bracelet as though he could hear it. He nodded along a few times before straightening up to beam at her. “Yep! You’re all forgiven.”

“Oh my god, you are such a dork.” Marinette giggled, flicking his nose playfully.

“Yes, but I’m your dork,” Adrien said, a wide, goofy grin stretching across his face.

“And that’s exactly why I love you.” 

Quickly, she clamped her lips shut. Did he hear her? The words had just slipped out before she could even entirely think them through. She had just avoided so many questions prior to this and the truth comes out just because he calls himself her dork. 

Marinette slowly peeked over at him from the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction. She was certain he was about to start laughing at any moment. Adrien looked quite still, though. Maybe... maybe he didn’t notice?

Pressing the start button, she booted up the game, hoping to distract him further. “L-let’s start playing, shall we?”

Before she could pick her character, however, a hand resting atop hers stopped her. Blinking in surprise, her eyes were drawn up to Adrien. Gone was the wide, goofy smile from before. Instead, he now looked quite serious as he stared directly down into her eyes.

“You love me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Instantly, Marinette tensed. So he did hear her then.

With a loud, forced, awkward laugh, she attempted to play it cool. “Y-yeah. B-because you know... we’re, um, best friends. Right, partner.”

Reaching over, she bumped his shoulder playfully, wanting to smack herself as soon as she did it. Why oh why was she so awkward? 

“Oh, right... yeah.” An almost sad chuckle came from Adrien’s lips. “The best of friends.”

Marinette snuck another glance at him, surprised to see a forced, picture-perfect model smile on his face instead of his usual wide, joyful grin. What... what just happened?

Shifting in her seat, she took a deep breath for courage. “Adrien, I...”

Before she could tell him that she had meant it in a romantic, god I’ve been in love with you for literal years sense, he cut her off. “It’s alright, Marinette. You don’t have to explain anything. I get it.”

She blinked quite a few times in confusion. D-did he? Because it didn’t feel like he did. Wouldn’t he have said something earlier if he knew about her feelings for him?

“I shouldn’t be assuming anything. I know you’re in love with someone else. I guess I just haven’t been able to stop hoping.” His gaze was pointedly away from hers, staring at the wall rather pensively.

“What?!” Marinette almost laughed. The idea of being in love with someone who wasn’t Adrien was completely ridiculous. “No, I’m not.”

His head whipped back around to her, his eyes impossibly wide. “You’re not?!”

It was time. Most definitely time. Because it sounded like Adrien was telling her that he hoped that she was in love with him. And why would he do that unless he maybe felt the same way?

Steeling her nerves, she shook her head slowly. “No, I’m still in love with my dork. The very same dork that gave me his umbrella that day in the rain, oh so long ago.”

Marinette didn’t think it was possible, but his eyes got even wider. “Me?! You’re in love with me?!”

She couldn’t stop the wide beam from stretching across her face. “Have been for a while.”

In an instant, Adrien had thrown himself into her arms, pressing their lips together in a desperate, long-time-coming kiss. She kissed him back immediately, diving her fingers into his hair. It was perfect, just perfect.

Until Adrien leaned back too soon. Marinette frowned, trying to catch his lips in another kiss before he murmured, “You know this means I love you too, right?”

“I would hope so,” she whispered before bringing their lips together once more.

[aalissy]

Yes Hand/No Hand

Andddd here’s the second and final chapter for today! I hope you guys like both! Lemme know what you thought. Ooh, but also please don’t read this if you haven’t seen Kwami’s Choice yet bc it contains spoilers!

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Adrien’s eyes instantly lit up as he spotted Marinette. She was humming quietly to herself, carefully placing books in her backpack from her locker. He practically skipped over to her, desperate to see her after their conversation yesterday. He had gotten her to reveal her true feelings to him yesterday. And, though Adrien now had his kwami back he was determined to be in a relationship with Marinette. 

He loved her. It had just happened so slowly over time that he hadn’t realized it until it was almost too late. She had almost given up on him because of how long it took him to realize his feelings. So, from now on, Adrien was focused on making sure Marinette knew just how much he completely and utterly adored her. 

Plus, it didn’t hurt that he had a new method that helped her to speak her mind.

“Guess who?” He breathed quietly into Marinette’s ear, enjoying her adorable squeak as she whirled around, bumping against his chest lightly.

There was a pretty pink flush to her cheeks as she stuttered, “A-Adrien! H-hi! W-what, um, what are you going here? D-doing! What are you doing here?”

A slow, adoring smile grew on his face as he gazed down at her. How could she be so cute?  

“I’m getting my books from my locker.” 

“O-oh, right.” Marinette bit her lower lip, peeking up from beneath her lashes.

Boy, that look was going to absolutely kill him. Adrien’s heart stumbled in his chest and he allowed himself to get lost in her eyes. How had it taken him so long to realize his feelings were more than just friendship? This felt so familiar.

Slowly, though, as he found himself at a loss for words he saw Marinette’s eyes begin to widen with panic. Shaking his head, Adrien snapped himself out of it before he completely spooked her and caused her to bolt out of the locker room. 

“That’s not the only reason I’m here, though. I was also looking for you.” His voice was quiet and soft. Unable to stop himself, he brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face, his hand lingering on her cheek.

“M-me?! You were looking for me?” Her eyes practically bulged out of her head and Adrien felt suddenly anxious. 

Too much too soon! Snapping his hand back to his side, he scratched the back of his neck, feeling suddenly awkward. Clearing his throat, he said, “Yeah. I, uh, actually had a few questions I wanted to ask you.” 

Marinette still looked tense and ready to bolt. Determined to make her more comfortable, Adrien exhaled for a while before asking, “Did you maybe want to do what we did last time? Remember? With your right hand for yes and your left hand for no?”

Instantly, her shoulders loosened and he felt relief consume him. Slowly, she nodded at him, looking adorably shy. Her right hand came up as an indication of yes and slowly he began to feel nervous. It was time to finally ask Marinette out. 

Sucking in a shaky breath for courage, Adrien asked, “I was wondering if you’d like to hang out with me.”

There was a small pause where his nerves began to get the best of him before her right hand rose again. Joy like he’d never felt before flooded his senses, making him almost envelop her in a giant hug. 

Stifling the urge, he continued to ask the series of questions he had prepared, “Are you free this weekend?”

Faster this time, Marinette’s right hand rose. 

A giant smile stretched across his face at her answer. “Would you like to go see a movie?”

She looked a little dazed at his question and Adrien wondered for a second if she’d prefer something else before her right hand eventually rose. Yes! He was now three for three.

Feeling more confident, he continued, “And would you be alright getting ice cream with me afterward?”

Once again, her right hand rose. Marinette was nibbling on her lip, gazing up at him hopefully. 

This was it. It was time for his final question. Adrien suddenly felt overwhelmed with anxiety. This was the most important question. And, truthfully, it felt like all his hopes and dreams were resting on her answer. 

“A-and is it alright if we call it a date?” He held his breath, crossing his fingers behind his back. Please, please, please ! I promise that I’ll always love you and treat you right, he pleaded in his thoughts. 

Quick as a flash, her left hand rose and his hopes crashed to the floor. Adrien was rather certain that his face fell right along with them. He was flooded with an even worse sense of rejection than he had ever gotten from Ladybug. 

But it didn’t matter! Marinette had loved him for so long whilst he had no idea! The least that he could do was try to be her friend once again. Even if all he wanted to do was kiss her again. Slowly, though, he’d prove that he was the right guy for her! 

He’d somehow manage to calm his feelings down and be her friend first and foremost! But, somehow he’d woo her! If he made her fall in love with him once he could definitely do it again.

Nodding to himself with determination, Adrien opened his mouth to agree that it was too quick. 

Before he could, though, he heard Marinette giggle. “Oh, oops!”

Slowly she took down her left hand and rose her right one. She bit her lip even as she smiled. “S-sorry. I, um, got my right and left confused again.”

Adrien sputtered out an exhilarated laugh. Shaking his head at her amusedly. “You have to stop doing that! There’s only so much my poor heart can take.”

She flushed, looking down at the ground embarrassedly.

“But that’s a yes, then? Yes, it’s a date?”

Waiting with bated breath, he watched as Marinette rose her right hand even higher, nodding her head. Adrien let out a cheer before scooping her up in his arms and twirling her around giddily. He planted a quick kiss on her cheek, enjoying her squeals of laughter. 

“I love you so much!”

Marinette covered her face with both hands, still a mess of giggles when he finally put her back down on the ground. “So, this weekend will be our first date. Can I pick you up at noon?”

She uncovered her face, a bright red flush on her cheeks before she nodded. “T-that sounds wonderful, Adrien.”

Kissing her one last time on the cheek, he sent her a bright beam. “I’ll see you then. I’m looking forward to it.”

Leaving the locker room with a skip in his step, Adrien completely forgot about the books he was still missing. But it didn’t matter! He was going on a date soon! With Marinette! Best day ever!

[aalissy]

Kwagatama

Oof, sorry this chapter is late D:. I’ve been superrr busy lately!! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this lil reveal fic. It does contain spoilers for Reunion so if you haven’t seen that ep plz do before reading. Ooh and if you’re planning on staying up for the new ep like I am later today feel free to rant with me about it haha!

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Marinette wanted to choke. At present, she was struggling to breathe. Inhaling and exhaling in short bouts of panic. Because, right now, around Adrien’s neck that he was proudly showing off to Nino during their lunch break was a kwagatama.

Something that she knew without a doubt was a kwagatama. Something that she had only just used to contact Joan of Arc about her feelings for Chat Noir. Something that was currently tucked away in her backpack right now.

Unlike her red one though, Adrien’s was black.  

Marinette was struggling to shove the realization of what that meant into the back of her mind. 

Because it couldn’t be... it just couldn’t.

She couldn’t have fallen in love with Adrien only to fall straight back into love with him without realizing it. Could she have?

Marinette quickly needed to get her thoughts under control though because Adrien was currently approaching her with a shy, sweet smile on his lips. Her eyes darted around, looking for an excuse to bolt but came up short. 

She leaned her elbow on the table, scrambling when it collided directly with her tray. Cursing herself, Marinette quickly put it back on the table with what she hoped was a casual smile. In reality, though, it probably looked more like a grimace.

“Hi, Marinette,” he said before quickly sliding into the seat next to her.

“O-oh, hello Adrien. W-what are you doing here?” Her palm itched to slap her face. How was she still so tongue-tied around him?

Because you love him. Both in and out of the mask, Marinette’s thoughts supplied unhelpfully. 

Okay, the panic was coming back with a vengeance now.

Adrien chuckled and gestured to his own tray of food. “Just finishing up my lunch. Like you.”

“R-right.” She nodded her head rapidly, probably looking like an animated bobblehead.

Her eyes darted down to the black kwagatama that was still sitting so proudly on his neck. It couldn’t have come from any other kwami besides Plagg. Monarch had the rest and Alix had gotten her blue one from Fluff already. 

The only other kwami that wasn’t in Monarch’s clutches was Chat Noir’s. And, didn’t it just make sense for Plagg to give Adrien a kwagatama after Marinette had used it to talk to some of the previous holders?

Gulping down a harsh breath of air, Marinette shoved her panic down. “What, um... what were you showing Nino earlier?”

“Oh, this?” Adrien looked down at his necklace with a bright smile. He pulled it up, showing it to her proudly. “A friend made it for me. Isn’t it great!”

A friend. With the panic gone a wave of amusement hit her. She could practically picture Adrien’s face as Plagg threw up on him. She wondered if it was anything like hers when Tikki gave her that birthday gift.

Marinette leaned closer, delicately running her finger over the kwagatama. It was the real deal alright. It perfectly matched hers. It was both the same size and shape and also had that round hole in the top. 

There was officially no doubt left in her mind. Adrien was her Chaton. And that meant that she had truly fallen for the same person twice.

“It’s pretty,” she murmured, peering up at Adrien. His eyes widened as he looked down at her, his cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

Her own face flamed as Marinette quickly threw herself back into her seat. She cleared her throat before gesturing to the necklace. “I-I mean that it, uh... it goes well with the color of your eyes.”

“Thank you,” he practically squeaked.

A giddy sense of satisfaction shot through her. She had made Adrien... Chat Noir... flustered. 

But if she had fallen for the same person twice then maybe, just maybe, Adrien had done the same.

Nibbling on her lower lip, Marinette gathered her courage and glanced around conspiratorially before leaning back in. Adrien seemed to unconsciously lean forward to, causing her palms to sweat as he stared directly into her eyes.

“What um... what if I told you I had something pretty similar on me right now?” she whispered, crossing her fingers that he would understand.

Adrien simply hummed, “Mhm.” Nodding his head, he moved ever so slightly closer to her.

Marinette’s eyes darted down to his lips once before she ripped herself away from the temptation. She practically dove for her backpack, pulling out the kwagatama that Tikki had given her. 

Cupping it in her hand, she carefully showed it to him. He glanced down at it once, rather quickly before his gaze met hers once again. Her heart began to pound in her chest as Adrien continued staring at her until eventually, a frown marred his brow. 

This time he looked down for much longer. He placed his hands under hers, running his fingers over the kwagatama in her palms. 

Adrien’s lips had parted before a bright smile lit up his face as he looked back up at her. “Marinette! T-this is...!”

“Shh! Yes! I know. Just like yours is also...,” she trailed off, nodding down at his necklace. 

He nodded his head eagerly before searching her gaze. He must have found what he was looking for because the next thing Marinette knew, Adrien was throwing his head back in a laugh that had butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

“It was you! Oh, of course, it was you! How did it take me so long to realize?!”

Marinette couldn't help the smile that spread across her face in response to his infectious laughter. She had waited for this moment for so long, and now that it was finally here, she was filled with indescribable happiness. It was like the world had aligned just perfectly and everything was falling into place.

Adrien's face was still lit up with a wide grin as he leaned in closer to her. "Marinette... m’lady," he said, his tone low and intimate. "I've been meaning to tell you something for a little while now. E-even if you don’t feel the same."

Marinette's breath caught in her throat as she met his gaze. There was something about the way he was looking at her, with such intensity and sincerity, that it made her heart race with anticipation. 

This was it. There was no more running. No more hiding her feelings for both Adrien and Chat Noir. So, this time, she was going to stay and listen to what he had to say. 

Adrien reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Heat rose to her cheeks and she ducked her head down, suddenly feeling shy. 

"I've been wanting to tell you that... I think I’ve been falling in love with you.” 

Marinette’s head popped up, her lower lip wobbling as emotion hit her. These were the words that she had been desperate to hear for so long and now they were finally here. Adrien loved her!

“And I know... I know that I’ve already told you this more times than I can count.” He paused, chuckling. “But I just needed you to know. Needed you to know that I’ve fallen for you twice now. I also understand that you’re in love with someone else, though.”

“You’re wrong,” Marinette sniffled, shaking her head. “Adrien, the person I’ve been in love with all this time was you. It always has been. Even when I thought I moved on and realized that I was also falling in love with my Chaton.”

She ran the back of her hand down his cheek, experiencing true joy as Adrien’s eyes fluttered closed and he nuzzled into her touch. A shiver jolted down her spine when his eyes opened and connected with hers.

“You love me?” he whispered.

“Always have,” she murmured back.

The next thing Marinette knew, she was wrapped up in Adrien’s arms, their lips engaged in a soft, wondrous kiss. She threw her arms around his neck, kissing him back as a feeling of euphoria rose within her.

Eventually, she pulled back with a giggle. “I’m so glad Plagg gave you that.”

“Me too,” Adrien said before pulling her back in for another kiss.

Everything was right in the world. She got to love both her Chat Noir and her Adrien. Now, Marinette no longer needed to feel guilty for having feelings for two of the most important people in her life. Now, her stress and anxiety slowly faded away as his lips pressed against hers over and over again.

[aalissy]

Secret Admirer

Yayyay!! It’s time for Adrienette April! Which also gives me inspo to write for three months :). It’s been sooo long haha. I hope you like this lil oneshot tho <3. Lemme know what you think!

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Marinette unlocked her locker, a small, bashful smile fluttering across her lips as she spotted precisely what she had been looking for. A card shaped like a pink heart was resting on the very top of her locker. Marinette eagerly stretched onto her tiptoes to grasp the card, already anticipating the poem this one held. 

The messages started appearing a few weeks ago. Each one more adorable than the last. At first, she had been confused. Surely they couldn’t have been intended for her. Perhaps the intended sender had mistaken her locker for another’s. 

So, Marinette had shrugged it off. After all, there was only one boy she had her heart set on and he was certainly not writing her little love letters. But the messages kept coming and every day Marinette found herself racing to school just a little bit quicker. They had secretly become the highlight of her day, eager to read the latest poem.

One day Alya had taken notice, though, plucking the letter from her hands as her eyes excitedly scanned the contents. 

“Hey!” she frowned, scrambling to grab the letter back from her best friend. “I wasn’t finished reading that!”

Clutching the letter to her chest protectively, Marinette glared over at Alya who was gaping down at her. After a few seconds, her mouth closed and she hesitantly, as though afraid to spook her, said, “That was a love letter.” 

“I know,” she murmured, slowly bringing the letter out from its protective hold on her chest. A slow smile spread across her lips as she resumed reading. “Sweet, isn’t it?”

“Marinette... you know who that’s from... don’t you?” 

She brought her head back up, looking into Alya’s wide, almost disbelieving eyes. Carefully, she shook her head. Did Alya know who it was from then?

“No, I don’t. Do you?” Marinette asked, a small furrow forming between her brows.

Practically as soon as she finished speaking, the disbelief on Alya’s face vanished. A smirk settled across her lips instead as her eyes glittered playfully. “I’m afraid it’s not my secret to tell,” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sure he’ll tell you when he’s ready.”

Alya had then patted her on the shoulder before breezing out of the room as though she hadn’t just set Marinette aflame with curiosity. She had carefully tucked the letter away in her bag before chasing after her, shouting, “So it’s a guy, then?”

That had been a few days ago now and she still refused to tell her who the mysterious admirer was. She’d wear her down eventually, though. She could already tell that it was practically killing Alya to not spill the secret.

With a quiet, happy sigh after reading the latest letter for the fifth time, Marinette began to close her locker door.

“Hey, Marinette,” a familiar voice said, startling her from her daydreams. 

She shrieked, jumping about a foot in the air and slamming her locker closed. Her heart thundered in her chest as she saw the boy she should be daydreaming about. 

There, looking at her rather sheepishly was a grinning Adrien. He scratched the back of his neck as he peered up at her from beneath his lashes with a pair of apologetic green eyes. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Pfft,” she said, waving her hand that still had the letter tightly grasped in it around. Realizing what she was holding, Marinette quickly stopped, holding it behind her back as her face lit up in a tomato-red blush. “You didn’t care for me. I mean scare me! I-I was just too busy thinking about you. Something else! I was too busy thinking about something else to, um, hear you come in?”

Great, now she was turning even more red. What was it about Adrien that caused all of her words to stumble out of her mouth in a tangled mess of confusion?

He clucked his tongue as he shook his head teasingly. God, could he get any more attractive? 

“Well, that’s too bad.”

Marinette blinked, tilting her head in confusion. “What’s too bad?”

Adrien shrugged, an all too familiar smirk settling on his face as he said, “I’d have preferred if you were thinking about me.”

She squeaked, her entire body stiffening as his words registered in her brain. Was she dead? Did she get run over on the way over to school and was dreaming this whole time? She pinched herself with her free arm, wondering if that would wake her up.

Wait, if she really was dead would pinching even work? Pondering over that for a few more minutes, she didn’t notice Adrien shift on his feet.

He cleared his throat, finally snapping her out of her imagination as he nodded at the hand that was hidden behind her back. “What have you got there?”

Marinette gulped, trying to shove her hand even further behind her back as though that would look less conspicuous. “N-nothing,” she stuttered, feeling the paper crunch as she tightened her fist around it.

One of Adrien’s eyebrows rose as he glanced down knowingly at her hidden arm. “Doesn’t look like nothing.”

She giggled nervously, feeling a wave of butterflies swarm in her stomach. She couldn’t exactly tell Adrien it was a love letter... could she? Maybe... just maybe he’d get jealous and sweep her into his arms before her admirer could have a chance to. 

She hastily shoved that daydream aside. Marinette couldn’t be daydreaming about Adrien when he was standing right in front of her.

With an awkward, forced chuckle she brought the letter out in front of her, praying he wouldn’t notice the pink paper. “Just Physics notes,” she said before hastily stuffing the crumpled-up letter into her bag. She’d restore the poor thing after she had escaped an inexplicably curious Adrien.

“Anyway, I um, think we should probably head over to class now. I-It was nice talking to you.”

Slinging the bag over her shoulder as quickly as she could, Marinette practically threw herself over to the door. She breathed out a quiet exhale as her hand closed around the knob and opened the door.

Before she could fully finish her hasty retreat, though, Adrien said something that caused her blood to freeze in her veins. 

“In the quiet of the night as stars twinkle with delight, my thoughts turn to you, my dear, and my heart fills with love sincere.”

Marinette’s whole body stiffened before she slowly turned back around to him. “C-could you repeat that please?”

A slow smile stretched across Adrien’s lips before he continued reciting a poem that she had practically memorized just a few moments ago. “I've watched you from afar and wished upon a shooting star, that someday you might see the way you light up the world for me.”

Carefully, she retrieved the crumpled up piece of paper from her bag, reading it once again as though expecting it to be different from what she had seen mere minutes ago. 

“I-I don’t understand,” she choked out, feeling her heart beat wildly in her chest.

Adrien took a slow step towards her, looking at Marinette as though he was afraid that she would bolt out of the locker room.

“It was me, Marinette,” he said, reaching up to scratch the hairs on the nape of his neck. “I’ve been the one writing you letters for the past couple of weeks.”

“W-what?!” she choked out, feeling dizzy with this new information. Adrien was the guy she had been fantasizing about instead of... well, Adrien?!

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I guess I was just afraid that you would reject me.” He glanced up at her sheepishly, giving her a crooked grin that caused her heart to stumble. 

He was afraid that she would reject him? Was he being serious?

Marinette blinked, at a complete loss for words with this newfound realization.

“Honestly,” Adrien chuckled. “I’m probably only telling you now because Alya figured it out and kept pestering me to tell you before she told you herself.”

Alya had known for days that it was Adrien and she still didn’t tell her. Oh, she was so going to kill her best friend after this. Or squeal to her about this entire conversation. Whichever urge struck her first, really.

“S-so it’s really you, then? I’m not just dreaming this whole thing right now.” Marinette finally spoke after a long, stretched-out pause.

Adrien’s head whipped up to look at her with a pair of wide eyes. “W-would that be a good dream or a nightmare?”

She sputtered out a laugh, still unconvinced that she wasn’t dreaming even though she had pinched herself earlier. “Definitely a good dream because I’ve had a crush on you ever since you handed me your umbrella that day in the rain.”

In the next second Marinette was in Adrien’s arms and suddenly, she just knew she wasn’t dreaming. Standing up on her tip-toes, she connected their lips together, feeling a shiver race down her spine as a feeling of complete and utter joy settled around her. 

Okay, so maybe she wasn’t going to kill Alya the next time they saw each other. More likely Marinette was going to be so completely and utterly happy that all she’d want to do was squeal to her best friend about how Adrien wrote all those notes to her. How Adrien kissed her, even!

The bell to their next class rang and the two finally parted, their foreheads resting on each other’s as they caught their breaths. 

“I should have told you sooner,” Adrien murmured, planting another quick kiss on her lips.

“I’m kinda glad you didn’t.” Marinette giggled. “After all, I got a few more wonderful, lovely letters from my secret admirer.”

Adrien laughed with her before reaching down to take her hand and guiding her out of the locker room and towards their homeroom.

[aalissy]

Pick-up Lines

Welcome to my daily dose of Adrienette fluff haha. That’s alllll this chapter is. Just Adrienette being a cute, flirty couple. It does contain some pretty general s5 spoilers so pls be aware of that before reading! Lemme know what you think!

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Marinette and Adrien were in the cafeteria, enjoying their lunch break together. One of their hands was delicately entangled underneath the table causing Marinette’s heart to race. 

How long had she dreamed of this very thing happening? And now, she got to hold Adrien’s hand anytime she wanted. Could even kiss him whenever she wanted! Honestly, dating him was a literal dream come true. 

Finally, she felt comfortable with both herself and him. Her heart and brain knew that this wasn’t a prank anymore. Adrien truly did love her.

“What’s your favorite way of flirting?” Adrien asked her, chomping on an apple with his other hand.

Marinette blinked, feeling her cheeks pinken. Flirting? Before they were dating, she could barely even manage to stutter two words around him. Flirting would have been nice. 

With a quiet giggle, she dug her teeth into her lower lip before avoiding his gaze. “Well... I don’t know if you could call it flirting exactly but I used to come up with these elaborate plans to confess. Uh, and most of them were centered around, well, y-you.”

Suddenly, Marinette felt vulnerable. Yes, Adrien knew that she had been in love with him for a while but it still felt awkward talking with him about it. Like she should still be protecting this part of her heart as she had done for so long.

Adrien chuckled and she finally managed to peek up at him from beneath her lashes. He was smiling, his emerald eyes glimmering at her playfully. He leaned forward, a smirk on his face that caused her to relax her tensed shoulders. “Ah, yes. My code name was Buttercup, right?”

Her eyes widened with shock. Anxiety and amusement wrestled for dominance inside of her before Marinette shook her head and the feelings away. 

“H-how do you know about Buttercup?”

“A friend told me.” He winked at her. 

An air of smugness surrounded him, almost like he knew something she didn’t. Ugh, she was so going to kill Alya after this. How could her best friend spoil her secret like that?

Feeling embarrassed, Marinette began to move the hand Adrien was holding back to her lap when he grabbed it before she could. 

“I-I’m sorry. Was that too much? I just thought that those plans were really sweet,” he said. A crooked, shy grin was on his face, and suddenly he looked much more like Adrien.

“S-sweet, really?” Marinette stuttered, her face flaming. All at once, she wished she had gained the confidence to actually follow through with her plans. Maybe this could have happened much sooner if she had. 

“Mhm,” he hummed with a nod of his head. “My flirting style is a lot cheesier.”

“Oh really?” she asked playfully. Marinette leaned in, a smile on her face as she rubbed her thumb over Adrien’s. Suddenly, she felt much more confident and at ease. “And what is your flirting style?”

Adrien chuckled, his cheeks looking a lot pinker than they had before. He scratched the back of his neck before saying, “It tends to involve, um, pick-up lines. The punnier the better.”

Marinette threw her head back with a laugh. Oh, that was just adorable.  

Her younger self would have absolutely melted if Adrien ever used a cheesy, awkward pick-up line on her. Who was she kidding? Her current self would melt if he used a pick-up line on her.

“Any examples?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

“You’re the butter to my croissant.” Adrien squeezed her hand, a goofy grin on his lips.

Marinette instantly burst into giggles, shaking her head. “No, actually, I think you’ll find that you’re the butter to my cup.”

He got quiet, an even darker flush slowly spreading across his face. 

After a while, she frowned, tilting her head in concern. “Adrien?”

“I thought you said you weren’t good at flirting?!” He practically whined, a pout forming on his lips.

Her mouth dropped open with surprise. “I-I’m not... Adrien that was just a terrible joke I made!”

“Nope. That was adorable. Just like you. How am I meant to function with how cute you are?”

Marinette scoffed feeling giddiness rise up inside of her. Alright, if cheesy jokes got Adrien to flush like that she could definitely play this game. “Well, you better learn to function because I'm not planning on getting any less cute anytime soon," she teased, winking at him mischievously.

Adrien choked, his hand pulling away from her grip as he placed both of them on his heart. “Okay, that’s it. You’ve officially killed me. Yep, I’m dead.”

He flopped down in his chair, closing his eyes as he stuck his tongue out. Goodness, surely he knew just how cute he was?

Playing along, Marinette draped a hand over her forehead. “Oh no! We don’t want that to happen! However can I bring you back to life?”

 He cracked an eye open, peering at her. “I’m not sure. I’ve heard that, um, a kiss of life might help?”

Biting her lip to suppress a smile, Marinette solemnly nodded her head. “Right, of course! I’ve heard that they can solve anything.”

Quickly, she leaned across the table and brushed a kiss on Adrien’s cheek. Her heart practically thundered in her ears at the contact. She loved him so much.

“Oh, that almost did it. M-maybe one more and everything will be all better?”

There was a hopeful look on his face and she gave him a small, knowing smile. Leaning over again, she placed a lingering, long kiss on his other cheek. Pulling back, Marinette giggled at the almost dazed expression Adrien was currently wearing. “Did that work? Are you back to life yet?”

“Yep!” He bobbed his head up and down faster than she had ever seen it. “That worked! But, I may, um, need more of those in the future. J-just to make sure?”

He was such a dork. Giving him a fond look, Marinette took his hand in hers once more. “That sounds like it could be arranged.”

Adrien opened his mouth to say something else when the bell for their next class rang. They both sighed with disappointment, sad that they couldn’t continue their little games.

“Can I walk you to our next class?”

“Of course.” Marinette smiled back at him, giving his hand a quick squeeze. Standing up, they threw away their remaining food before heading to their next class. 

On their way, she quickly made a mental note to continue making cheesy pick-up lines already. She only wished that she had started using them sooner. Her old self would have loved to know she could make Adrien blush with a cute, flirty joke.

[aalissy]

Living Together

Andddd here’s the second and final chapter for tonight. Lemme know your thoughts! We’ve only got one day left of Adrienette April tho omggg. Where does the time go?

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Adrien beamed with pride and joy as boxes were unloaded into his apartment. The same apartment that he’d now be sharing with Marinette.

They had been dating for years, and finally, they decided it was time to move in together. Of course, his father had a few choice words to say about the decision but Adrien was an adult now. It was his choice. And he’d choose Marinette. 

Every. Time.  

Their apartment was located directly in the heart of Paris. They were still quite close to her parents’ bakery, a mere 15 minutes away if they needed to be there. They couldn't be any happier.

Walking inside, Adrien grinned as he saw Marinette. Her back was turned to him, fingers tapping the countertop with a dull thud. She seemed to be deep in thought.

Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her waist, “Guess who?”

“Mmm,” Marinette hummed, the smile clear in her voice. “Would that be my wonderful, sweet boyfriend who I love so much? The same one who’s going to be living with me now?”

“Do you know anyone else who’s moving into your apartment today?” Adrien laughed, squeezing her waist.

“No,” she said, turning her head to look at him. Her blue eyes twinkled playfully. “And, if you weren’t him then you’d probably be a burglar. In which case I’d have to kick your butt.”

She really would too. Even with all his years as Chat Noir, Marinette was deceptively strong. Adrien was certain that she would be able to kick until he was bruised and bloodied.

“Alright,” he said, putting his hands up and taking a step back. “You got me. It is your wonderful, sweet boyfriend who loves you so much.” 

“Not as much as I love you,” Marinette responded before stepping up on her tip-toes and planting a quick peck on his lips. “I think everything’s mostly moved in.”

Adrien looked around and saw that most of their belongings were in their new apartment. There were boxes piled on top of each other on the floor, filled with books, clothes, and kitchen supplies. Absolutely everything they needed to start their new life together.

“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Adrien said, looking around the apartment with a smile on his face. “It’s been a long time coming. I’ve wanted to move in with you since the day I first realized I loved you.”

Marinette flushed, giving him her own shy grin. “Me too.”

Fondness shone on his face as he gazed down at her. The idea of a much younger Marinette imagining their life and future together made him so deliriously happy. He had never even imagined that he could be this happy.

Slowly, her grin grew. “I’m so excited to live with you. It’s going to be so much fun.”

Adrien wrapped his arms around her again and hugged her tightly. “I’m excited too, Marinette. I can’t wait to wake up next to you every morning and come home to you every night.”

She leaned her head against his chest and sighed contentedly. “Me too, Adrien. Me too.”

They spent the rest of the day unpacking and setting up their new home. Adrien assembled their new bed while Marinette organized their kitchen. They worked together, laughing and joking as they went. The two of them took turns playing songs, singing, and dancing around their apartment as they finished for the day.

As the sun began to set, they collapsed onto the couch, exhausted but happy. Adrien put his arm around Marinette and pulled her close.

“This is perfect,” he said, looking around at their new apartment. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you, Marinette.”

She smiled and leaned into him. “I’m the lucky one, Adrien. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sunset over the Parisian rooftops. Adrien felt completely blissful, more in love with Marinette than he ever had before.

The next few weeks were a blur of unpacking, decorating, and settling in. He and Marinette learned what it was like to live together. He learned that Marinette needed a cup of coffee to wake up in the morning. She was grumpy, sleepy, and unwilling to speak until she had caffeine. But it just made him love her all the more. 

Marinette had learned that Adrien was a morning person. He was bouncy and eager to start the day when the sun rose up. What made him secretly pleased, though, was that sometimes his cheerfulness in the early morning hour would cause her to smile. Those were the best mornings.

They found their routine, and they loved it. They would wake up together, have breakfast, and then go their separate ways for the day. Both of them working on different things. Marinette was an extremely successful fashion designer now, showing him the wonderful designs that she was making whenever she could. 

In the evenings, when they had both finished work, they would cook dinner together and talk about their days. Then, after dinner, they would watch movies or play video games, sometimes even falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Adrien loved every moment of their life together. He loved waking up next to Marinette, seeing her sleepy smile as she cuddled up to him. He loved cooking with her, making her laugh as they tried new recipes together. He loved falling asleep next to her, feeling her warm breath on his neck.

It was so much more wonderful than living in the mansion had ever been. Now, he got to spend time with the person that he loved the most.

But he knew that he wanted more. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Marinette, to wake up next to her every morning, and to fall asleep next to her every night. Had known this ever since they were kids.

One evening, as they were curled up on the couch, Adrien turned to Marinette and took her hand.

“Marinette,” he said, his voice serious. “I love you more than anything in this world. You make me the happiest man alive, and I can’t imagine my life without you.”

She grinned, squeezing his hand back. “I feel the exact same way, Adrien.”

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you’ll let me,” Adrien said, looking into her eyes. “Will you marry me?”

Marinette gasped, tears filling her eyes. “Yes, Adrien. Yes, I will marry you.”

They kissed, her hands coming up to cup his cheeks gently. It was one of the sweetest kisses that he had ever had. Made even better by the fact that it was no longer his girlfriend that he was kissing. It was his fiancée.

When they finally pulled back, he slowly and carefully slipped the ring onto her finger. Marinette gasped, lifting it up to lovingly stare at the diamond. 

“Adrien, it’s beautiful. I love it so much,” she said through tears of happiness.

Taking the hand that currently had the ring on it, he intertwined their fingers, squeezing it gently. Once again, he leaned in, connecting their lips together in another joyful kiss. This was officially the best day of Adrien’s life.

[aalissy]

Alone Together

Day 16 is now doneee!! Which means we’re over halfway to finishing Adrienette April!! I swear it goes so quick :’). Anywho, lemme know what you think <3

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Marinette was excitedly preparing for a small get-together at her place. She had invited her friends Alya, Nino, and Adrien to hang out and catch up on old times. Adrien’s father had finally allowed him to come over and she absolutely couldn’t wait to hang out with her best friends. 

She was especially thrilled to see Adrien tonight. Marinette desperately prayed that she wouldn’t completely embarrass herself around him as per usual. No, tonight she was determined to be cool, calm, and collected. No more stuttering or stammering! 

Checking her watch, she realized that it was soon time for her guests to arrive. Her heart fluttered at the thought of spending time with Adrien outside of school hours. 

Her bedroom was decorated with twinkling fairy lights and she had also set up some bean bags in the middle of her room so they could watch movies. She also made some delicious macaroons and croissants. And they were for all of her friends, not just for Adrien. Even though she knew croissants were his favorite.

Marinette’s felt her nerves begin to overwhelm her when she heard a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, she opened it, preparing to greet Alya and Nino. 

It wasn’t them, though.

It was Adrien, a bright, cheerful smile on his face as he waved at her. “Hello, Marinette!”

She jumped slightly, cursing herself for the overreaction when she saw Adrien’s face fall. 

You knew he was coming, Marinette scolded herself. So why are you shrieking in his face?

Putting on a wide, awkward grin, she said, “O-oh, Adrien! H-hi, see you wonderful! I-I mean it’s wonderful to see you!”

Great and now she was stammering. What a great start!

Sucking in a deep breath for courage, Marinette opened the door wider. “Do you want to come in?”

“That’d be great!” Adrien’s frown was completely gone as he entered, looking at her with such adorable, sparkling green eyes she wondered if she was even still alive. 

Peering around the corner, her brow furrowed. Alya and Nino weren’t there. Alya was always early. It helped her to gather courage before being with Adrien.

Turning around, Marinette blinked at him curiously. “Did you see Alya and Nino anywhere?”

He glanced away from her, scratching the back of his neck and she felt her heart sink. 

No.  

“Unfortunately, Nino texted me a little while ago. Apparently, they got caught up with babysitting duties and can’t make it.”

What a disaster! How was she going to handle spending a few hours alone with Adrien when she could barely handle a few minutes?! 

He must have seen the horror and disappointment on her face because, within the next second, Adrien was jumping to console her. “Don't worry, Marinette,” he said with a comforting smile. "Even if Alya and Nino don't show up, we can still have a good time together."

“J-just the two of us?” she asked stiffly.

“Yeah.” Adrien nudged her shoulder lightly. “Some of my best moments are when we’re alone together. Remember the time we snuck out to go see a movie together after my perfume ad was released?”

Her face warmed at the memory. She nodded her head with a small grimace. Of course, Marinette remembered. How could she forget meeting up with Adrien in her pajamas? How embarrassing. 

The only positive was that she had gotten a ton of pictures of them that day and most of the Internet had assumed that she was his girlfriend. Okay, so maybe it hadn’t been the worst day.

“And do you remember when we were practicing for that big game competition? You even gave me your good luck charm.” He reached down into his backpack, pulling out the bracelet. Giving her a wink, Adrien said, “I still carry it everywhere I go, you know. I swear it’s helped me ace more than a few hard physics tests.”

“Y-yeah?” she asked, feeling touched by his kind words. Leave it to Adrien to know exactly what to say to calm her racing heart.

“Mhm,” he hummed before carefully placing it back.

Marinette couldn’t believe he still had that. It was a gift she hadn’t even put any thought or energy into. And, to see him carry it around so casually made her feel special.

With a soft giggle, she nodded her head to the stairs leading up to her bedroom. “Come on, let’s head up. I made snacks.” Adrien instantly perked up. “Ooh, I hope that means croissants?”

“Of course it does.” Marinette beamed. “Plus, there’s extra now that Nino and Alya aren’t coming.”

With that, the two teens practically raced up the stairs, eager to tear into the delicious pastries that were awaiting them. 

Clambering into a bean bag, Marinette nibbled on a strawberry-flavored macaroon. She pulled out her laptop, opening it up to the movie that she had picked out for her friends tonight. 

She glanced over at Adrien, wondering if he had anything to say before she played it. His eyes were lit up with delight as he practically devoured the croissants in front of him. 

Giggling quietly, Marinette shuffled slightly closer to him so that he could see the screen as well. As they watched the movie, she slowly felt a sleepy contentedness settle over her. A warmth surrounded her as their knees slightly brushed against each other. They were so close to each other.

A small smile crept onto Marinette’s lips as her eyes slowly fluttered closed. Her head began to bob back and forth as she fought sleep. 

It was a losing battle.

The last thing that she could remember was falling asleep on something warm and soft. She nuzzled closer, enjoying these precious seconds of sleep without worries from Monarch or classwork.

It was a rustling from above that awoke her what felt like a short while later. Marinette’s brow furrowed and she nuzzled even closer around the warmth that she had found. Her grip tightened. She was too relaxed to wake up now.   

“Five more minutes,” she mumbled incoherently.

There was a soft chuckle from above her that made her smile stretch wider as the sound filled her with happiness. 

“I’m sorry, Marinette, but I have to go now. My bodyguard is here.”

The rustle came again and once more the warmth threatened to leave her. She curled around it, wanting it to stay. 

“Stay,” she murmured in a breathless sigh.

“I really wish I could.” There was a tone of reluctance in the voice as though they truly wanted to remain right where they were. “But my father would never allow it.”

That caused Marinette’s attention to slowly perk up. She knew those words. Understood them even. A light kiss descended on her hair and she slowly opened her eyes at the contact.

A grinning Adrien was staring at her, mere inches away from her. Her head was on his shoulder and her grip was tightened around his arm, keeping him from moving.

Marinette shrieked, feeling her face flame as she scrambled away from him. “A-Adrien! Forry, I am so! I-I mean, I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to sleep on you!”

Was it possible to just disappear? She certainly wished that she could. Marinette snuck a quick glance at her computer. It was off, the movie having finished a while ago. Her cheeks turned a shade darker at the realization. Just how long had she been sleeping on Adrien? Oh, she was absolutely mortified.

“It’s alright, Marinette. It was actually pretty nice to take a little nap.” He stretched his arms out with a big yawn before standing. “Thanks for having me over. I hope we can do it again sometime.”

She stood up with him. A wave of happiness that he wanted to come back even after she had fallen asleep in the middle of their movie replaced some of the embarrassment. Walking him downstairs, Marinette leaned against the door of the bakery as he turned to look back at her. 

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow, right?” Adrien asked, an adorable, crooked grin on his lips.

“Yes, yes, you will.” Marinette nodded her head before her lips formed a small o as he kissed her cheek gently.

“Goodnight, Marinette,” he whispered before quickly ducking into his limo.

“G-goodnight, A-Adrien,” she finally managed to say after he had long ago driven away. Pressing a hand to her still flushed cheek, Marinette went back inside with a happy squeak. She couldn’t wait to tell Alya about her day!

[aalissy]

Handmade

Welcome to day 2 :). I hope you like this little bit of fluff as much as I did writing it. I also hope you had a good weekend!

AO3

To say that Adrien treasured everything Marinette made for him was an understatement. He genuinely adored all of her handmade little gifts, placing them all carefully within a trophy in his room. Plagg teased him endlessly about it, asking how he could have two shrines dedicated to different girls. 

Adrien always rolled his eyes, though. It wasn’t a shrine. He just wanted to keep all of Marinette’s special gifts safe. Somewhere he’d always be able to find them. Plus, looking over at them filled him with a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Slowly, Adrien ran his thumb along the good luck charm wrapped around his wrist. It was still something he carried with him daily as his treasured first gift from Marinette. Plus, seeing her wear the bracelet he made for her left him positively brimming with pride.

So, he decided that it was time for him to make her another little gift. Maybe she’d love it just as much as he had for all of hers.

Unfortunately for him, though, he was completely stuck. What would Marinette like? What could he make that wouldn’t look utterly ridiculous?

As he gnawed on his lip and pondered about what he should make for what felt like the hundredth time, Adrien suddenly felt inspiration strike. He could print out one of the pictures he had of them together on his Instagram and create a handmade frame. It was sweet, simple, and something he could definitely make without messing up!

Perking up, he quickly logged into his account, a soft smile on his lips as he saw the exact picture he wanted to frame. It was of them in the park where he managed to see her drawing right before he had to go to a photoshoot. His arm was around her and Marinette had thrown up an adorable little peace sign. 

It was one of his favorite pictures of them and he was so glad he bumped into her that day. Feeling determined, Adrien quickly printed out the picture and set to work on gathering material for his frame. 

“What are you doing?” Plagg asked lazily, floating nearby his head as he worked on the gift.

“Making a frame for Marinette,” Adrien quickly replied back, his tongue sticking out in concentration.

“Why? It’s not her birthday again, is it?”

He glanced up at his kwami amusedly. Plagg’s nose was scrunched up as though he couldn’t imagine the idea of it being Marinette’s birthday again.  

With a chuckle, Adrien shook his head. “No, it’s not for her birthday. Though it is coming up soon.”

“If it’s not for her birthday, then why are you making her a gift?” Plagg asked, sounding rather bewildered.

He shot a glance over at the pile of gifts she had made for him that was still carefully tucked away. Shrugging, he turned back to what he was currently working on. “Just because. She’s made me quite a few things before for no reason, so I thought I’d return the favor.”

“Right.” Plagg snorted disbelievingly. “It’s definitely not because you want to see her face light up with your little gift.”

Instead of responding, Adrien simply gave his kwami a quick glare before returning back to his work. Luckily, Plagg left him to work in silence after that. Most likely, he was probably gnawing on a piece of camembert. 

As Adrien slowly got closer to finishing, though, he couldn’t stop the small smile from getting wider as he imagined Marinette’s pleased reaction. Maybe... just maybe he’d be able to see her turn a beautiful pink as she thanked him for the gift.

Thinking about Marinette made the rest of the work go by quickly and soon he was putting on the final, finishing touches. With a prideful sigh, he stepped back, admiring his handiwork. 

The frame looked great. It was made of thin wood, painted a sapphire blue that reminded him of the color of her sparkling eyes. Adrien had even glued some small, delicate white flowers into the corners. 

Picking up the photo frame, he carefully wrapped it in pink tissue paper before placing it in a gift box. When it was tucked away, he slowly exhaled, hoping that Marinette would like it just as much as he did. 

With that final wish, Adrien clambered into his bed, already anticipating tomorrow when he would give her the gift. As he drifted off to sleep, he couldn’t help but feel grateful for having Marinette in his life. She was someone he could depend on for anything and she always made him so happy.

The next day, Adrien woke up early, even more excited than usual to head to school so that he could give Marinette her gift. The drive felt slower than usual, the gift sitting heavily in his bag as giddiness flooded through him.

When he finally arrived at school, he waited outside the hallway, hoping that she wouldn’t be too late today. 

At last, after multiple glances at the time and several teasing comments from Alya and Nino, Adrien spotted Marinette racing towards their classroom. 

Her pace slowed down as she saw him, eventually slowing to a stop as she came to a stop in front of him. “Are you alright, Adrien? You’re not feeling sick, are you?”

That same, familiar, warm feeling fluttered to life in his chest and a smile bloomed across his lips. Stepping towards her, he shook his head and held the gift box out in front of him. “I’m fine. I was just waiting for you.”

An adorable frown settled across Marinette’s brow as she looked down at the gift and then back up at him. “G-gor me?” She shook her head, looking frustrated for a brief moment. “I-I mean is this for me?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, the fuzzy feeling growing bigger as her fingers brushed against his as she took the gift from his hands. 

Marinette peeked up at him from beneath her lashes, her blue eyes glimmering at him happily. “Y-you didn’t need to do that. I-I mean, after all, it isn’t my birthday or anything.”

“I know,” Adrien hummed. “I was just thinking about all of the lovely gifts you’ve given me and wanted to do something small for you too.”

There was the cute pink flush that he had been looking for. Marinette nibbled on her lip as she slowly unwrapped the gift. “Oh, t-thank you, Adrien. That’s really sweet. I-I hope you know that I don’t make you those gifts expecting anything in return, though.”

Adrien simply nodded at her, before gesturing at the gift that she had unwrapped. “Do you like it?”

A mix of nervous elation settled within him as Marinette looked down at the gift in surprise. Her lips parted, and one of her hands came up to gently trace a flower that he had glued on. She blinked up at him with a wide, beaming grin. “It’s absolutely wonderful, Adrien. I love it.”

He beamed back at her, opening his mouth to reply when he was quickly thrown into a big bear hug from Marinette. His breath released him in a sudden woosh as she hugged him tightly. 

“Thank you,” she whispered before releasing him just as quickly and ducking into class.

Now it was Adrien’s turn for his face to heat up. That warm, fluttery feeling he had before felt like it had been multiplied by ten. Maybe... maybe Plagg was right. Maybe his trophy filled with her gifts was more similar to his Ladybug shrine than he had thought.

Following her into the classroom, he caught her eye as he sat down, giving her one more shy smile before getting started on his classwork.

[aalissy]

Sneaking Away

Oops! Sorry I missed yesterday. I got busy and didn’t have enough time to finish the chapter. There’s going to be two chapters today to make up for it tho! Lemme know what you think!

AO3

It was official. Adrien was bored. With a quiet sigh, he rested his cheek on his fist, surveying the party his father was throwing. It was yet another dance for some promotion or other.

Whatever it was none of his friends had been allowed in. So it was just him. Alone. 

He stared down at the dance floor wistfully, imagining slow dancing with Marinette once more. Now that they were officially dating, Adrien would be allowed to keep her in his arms for dance after dance. 

It would’ve been wonderful. Too bad his father would never have allowed it.

He sighed again, this time much louder. Pulling out his phone, he was about to text Marinette and let her know just how much he missed her when a hand on his wrist stopped him.

Turning around, Adrien blinked in surprise. A waiter was grinning at him, their long, dark hair tied back in a ponytail. The mustache twitched above their lips even as their blue eyes sparkled at him.

Obviously, his father had sent this waiter up to force him to mingle when all he wanted to do was text Marinette. Clearing his throat, he put on his best model smile. Oddly, the eyes in front of him dimmed, looking strangely disappointed. They let go of his wrist with a shy grin, their expression turning rather sheepish.

Feeling confused, Adrien nodded down at the dance floor. “I suppose my father wants me down there, right?”

An adorable, familiar, tinkling laugh came from the waiter. With their eyes having regained some of their previous shimmer, they slowly peeled the mustache from their lips. 

“Adrien, it’s me,” Marinette whispered, finally able to stop herself from laughing.

“Marinette!” he practically shouted, throwing his arms around her in a giant hug. “I was just about to text you! I missed you so much.”

She squeezed him to her even tighter and he practically melted into her embrace, finally feeling at home. All of his previous moping completely washed away as Adrien nuzzled contentedly into her arms. 

After a long pause, he pulled back because a sudden realization just hit him. “Marinette, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you had an invitation.”

Once again, her eyes gleamed mischievously. “Marinette didn’t.” Slowly, she placed the mustache back on her face. “Marino, on the other hand, did.”

With another happy laugh, Adrien threw his arms around her once more. “I’m so glad you’re here.”

Marinette leaned back slightly, gently running the back of her hand down his cheek. “I saw some selfies of the party and you looked so miserable. How could I leave you alone like that?”

“I’m always miserable without you.” He pouted, his lower lip jutting out.

 She squeaked quietly, her face turning a light shade of pink. 

Adrien watched her blush with a slight amount of satisfaction. It had gotten much harder to fluster her now that they were dating but he still enjoyed seeing her flush.

Shaking her head quickly, the pink faded away and Marinette gave him a confident smile, jerking her head in the direction of his room. “Do you want to go up to your room and get away from this party?”

“Yes, please!” He nodded his head eagerly, letting her tug him up the stairs. Adrien shot a quick glance over his shoulder and, seeing his father nowhere in sight, he blew out a breath of relief. If he wasn’t here then he wouldn’t notice that Adrien had snuck away.

Once they were safely inside his room, Adrien flopped onto his couch with a relieved sigh. “Thank goodness for you, Marinette. I thought I was going to be stuck feeling miserable and lonely for hours.”

She gave a quiet giggle before searching outside his room suspiciously. She must not have seen anyone because she proceeded to shut his door with a quiet click. Turning around, Marinette beamed at him. “I don’t think anyone saw us.”

“Good!” he beamed back, opening his arms wide so that she collapsed into his embrace once more. With a happy, content sigh, Adrien nuzzled his chin into her hair, quickly pulling her ponytail out and letting her long, soft hair fan out around him. Suddenly, everything seemed so much brighter and better now that Marinette was here.

“Can you sneak in every time my father hosts an event?” he murmured.

Marinette laughed, almost dislodging his head from hers as she shook. Once she had stopped giggling, Adrien took his spot back and gave a pleased sigh. 

After a brief moment, Marinette eventually murmured, “You’re going to get us caught, you know.”

“Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head back and forth as his eyes fluttered closed in contentment. “I don’t care.”

“You’re adorable.” She snickered, tilting her head up to look up at him. 

Adrien’s lips pursed at the action, a frown on his brow as he had to remove his chin from the comfortable spot it had taken on the top of her head.

With Marinette grinning up at him with that adorable gleam in her eyes, though, he couldn’t stay too mad. 

“Did I tell you how glad I am that you came to find me yet?” he asked, softly caressing her cheek.

“Yes, you did.” She laughed, turning around to face him with an even wider grin. “Many... many times.”

Adrien simply tugged her into his arms, enjoying her little splutter as her face was practically buried in his chest. He cuddled even closer to her, whispering, “Marinette, I love you.”

She managed to lean out of his arms, gazing up at him with a pair of shimmering, sapphire blue eyes. “I love you too, Adrien,” Marinette whispered softly.

They both leaned in at the same time. Neither was certain who started their first kiss. All Adrien knew was that he finally felt complete. That he had been longing for this ever since he had gotten a chance to kiss her again as Chat Noir.

Melting into her lips with a smile, he ran his fingers through her hair. Marinette’s arms wrapped around his neck and she tilted her head, deepening the kiss. It was perfect. 

For once, Adrien was grateful for the gala his father threw. It meant that he had spent even more time with the girl of his dreams.

[aalissy]

Sweets

Day 3 is done! And it’s an identity reveal hehe. I hope you like this chapter! Though I have to admit a tiny bit of Ladynoir crept in haha. I hope you still likte it :).

AO3

Ladybug gently swooped down onto the building directly in front of the Eiffel Tower, a box protectively cradled in her hands. It was her and Chat’s anniversary from when they first got their miraculouses. So she decided to bake her partner some special sweets. And if, say, she baked a few extra to give to her classmates (namely Adrien) tomorrow, well that was just an unexpected bonus.

“Hey, bugaboo.” Chat looked over his shoulder at her with a bright smile as she landed behind him. His feet swung out over the building and his eyes lit up with delight. “What have you got there?”

“Happy anniversary, Chaton.” Ladybug held the box out to him, giddy anticipation flooding through her. 

He took the gift from her eagerly, practically tearing through her wrapping as he opened it. As soon as it was open, he popped a macaroon in his mouth, chomping on it loudly.

Ladybug rolled her eyes fondly. “Don’t eat them all at once, mon minou. It took me a long time to bake those.”

“You made these,” Chat said, his eyes softening as he slowed down in his chewing.

“Mhm,” she hummed, taking out a red macaroon with black polka dots before savoring the delicate treat. Mmm! These really were a great batch. She gestured at the box and after swallowing her bite, said, “I designed them after Paris’ heroes.”

Chat finally looked down, eyes widening as he took in all of the different colored macaroons. “That’s adorable,” he murmured before nibbling on a Ladybug-themed macaroon himself.

She giggled, finishing her macaroon before standing up and dusting herself off. “Alright, we had better get going now. We can save the macaroons for later. We still need to finish our patrol.”

“Aw, come on bugaboo. Can’t I purrsuade you to stay a little longer? It is, afur all, our anniversary.”

Ladybug chuckled once more before leaning down to flick her partner’s nose, watching as he scrunched it adorable. Shaking her head, she began to swing her yo-yo. “Those puns aren’t helping your cause, Chaton. How about this, first one to get back here after finishing their patrol gets an extra macaroon.”

Chat’s ears perked up and he quickly stood up, extending his baton. “See you later, m’lady.”

She watched as he took off into the night, determined to get his extra macaroon. Shaking her head, Ladybug followed after him. “That silly Tomcat,” she muttered fondly.

The rest of their patrol finished fairly quickly, with Chat winning the additional sweet. He bragged about the win mercilessly, and Ladybug simply rolled his eyes with a tiny smile on her lips, not willing to tell him that she had made the extra dessert especially for him anyway.

They parted ways soon after that and Marinette had soon detransformed, crawling into bed with a yawn. “Night, Tikki.” 

“Goodnight, Marinette,” her kwami said back before cuddling on the pillow next to her.

She kissed Tikki’s forehead gently and slowly drifted off to sleep, excited to give her classmates the macaroons tomorrow. 

Unfortunately for Marinette, though, her alarm wasn’t what woke her for school that morning. It was instead Tikki’s panicked shouts. 

“Huh?!” Marinette shouted, shooting up in bed as she almost collided with her kwami. 

“You’re going to be late for school, Marinette,” Tikki said anxiously.

With a panicked squeak, she practically threw herself out of her bed. Quickly yanking on a pair of clothes, she almost ran out of her room without the sweets she had made yesterday. Giving her head a mental shake, Marinette retraced her steps, grabbing the macaroons she had made for her friends. With that done, she flung herself out of the bakery, wishing her parents a good morning before racing off to school.

Bursting through the classroom doors, she felt a blush light up her face as she saw most of her classmates already seated with their notebooks at the ready. Timidly, she glanced up at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief when she realized that she had a minute to spare.

“Wow, you made it on time for once.” Alya smirked at her, leaning her head on her fist.

Rolling her eyes, Marinette slid into the seat next to her. “If you keep that up, I might ‘forget’ to give you the special treats I made for Ladybug and Chat Noir’s anniversary.”

Her best friend instantly sat up straighter, her lips forming into a pout. “I’m so sorry. You’re always on time and have never been late a day in your life.”

“You’ve got that right.” Marinette laughed before tossing Alya a Rena Rouge-themed macaroon.

Leaning forward, she tapped both Nino and Adrien on the shoulder. They both turned around to look at her and she felt her heart beat doubly fast as she caught a glance of Adrien’s perfect emerald eyes. Steeling herself mentally, she forced herself to move her gaze over to Nino as she whispered, “I made you guys some macaroons for this extra special day.”

Throwing them both their special Carapace and Aspik-themed desserts respectively, Marinette quickly ducked her head down to grab her bag. With her head down, though, she missed the widening of Adrien’s eyes.

“Aw, thanks dudette.” She heard Nino say as he opened his wrapper.

By the time she got her books and notes out, it was time for class to begin. Opening her notebook, Marinette caught sight of Alya’s knowing grin and simply rolled her eyes back at her best friend. 

Trying to pay attention in class was difficult, however. Adrien was constantly turning around in his seat to give her an inscrutable look. Every time it happened it caused Marinette to get increasingly distracted. How could he look at her with those beautiful eyes and expect her to pay attention? 

Perhaps her Maman was right. Maybe the way to a man’s heart really was through his stomach.

When the bell rang, though, Marinette hardly had time to finish packing her stuff back in her bag when she felt a hand grab her arm. Squeaking in surprise, she saw Adrien tug her out of the classroom. Her lips parted as her eyes widened. Surely this couldn’t all be because of the macaroons... could it?

He finally stopped the two of them by an abandoned corner of the school. Adrien started pacing, muttering to himself. She glanced down to see the macaroon still clenched in his hand. Was there something wrong with it?

Swallowing the huge lump in her throat, Marinette asked, “I-Is there something wrong, Adrien?”

He finally stopped pacing to look at her, running his hands through his hair and making it look even more ruffled. She fought the urge to smooth it back into place with her own hands. 

“Did you make these?” He held out the macaroon, a wild look in his eyes.

Marinette blinked, a small furrow forming between her brows. “Yes,” she said slowly. “Why? Did you not like them?”

A tiny bit of offense crept into her tone. After all, how could Adrien say he didn’t like them if he didn’t even eat one? Alya, Nino, and Chat had all liked them so why didn’t he?

He blew out a harsh breath before slowly, a wide, Cheshire Cat-like grin grew on his face. “Yes, I did. I liked them very much.”

Her frown deepened. But he didn’t even eat it?! Now he was saying he liked it? 

Opening her mouth to ask him just what was wrong, Adrien cut her off before she could. “In fact, you could say I pawsitively adored them, m’lady.”

Just like that, Marinette felt dizzy. Practically swaying on her feet, she whispered, “W-what?”

“I said I pawsitively adored them, m’lady. Especially that extra special one I got yesterday when I finally beat you back to our spot.” Slowly, Adrien took a step closer to her, grasping her shoulders gently.

She choked out a breathless laugh. “Oh my god, it’s you.”

In the next second, he picked her up and spun her around. Marinette squealed out a giddy laugh. Of course Adrien was Chat Noir. How come she never saw it before?

Allowing herself to enjoy the spin for another few, precious moments, she forgot about all the consequences and worries an identity reveal could cause. Right now it was just them and she was going to enjoy this moment.

When he finally put her back down again, he leaned his forehead on hers and murmured, “I’m so glad it’s you.”

Laughing, Marinette shook her head. “Me too. Though I have to admit I didn’t think we’d reveal our identities because of some sweets.”

“Me either.” Adrien chuckled with her.

Her heart quickened in her chest as she saw his eyes dip down to her lips. Slowly, her eyes fluttered closed as she tilted her head up to his. 

Just before their lips met, however, a bell rang. Both of them sprang apart, their faces heated in a bright red blush. Nibbling down on her bottom lip, Marinette cracked a small grin. “I suppose we should be getting to class now, right?”

Adrien hummed, a tight smile on his own lips.

Clearing her throat, Marinette whispered, “But I’ll see you in patrol later tonight, right?”

Adrien’s tight smile melted into a soft beam. “Of course, bugaboo. I’m already looking forward to it.”

Together, they both walked to their next class and if Marinette brushed her fingers against Adrien’s a few times, well, it was only an accident.