#but the thought of them being hated on for pulling paris’ most eligible bachelors

[justaz]

kagami who drops in and woos adrien agreste but has everyone turn their back on her for breaking up their beautiful adrienette (even tho they weren’t even dating and adrien showed little signs of being interested in marinette)

marinette who went out with chat noir once and pictures of the two of them circulated and almost the entirety of paris hating her guts for breaking up their beautiful ladynoir (even tho they weren’t even dating and ladybug showed little signs of being interested in chat noir)

marinette and kagami bonding over being demonized for liking a boy and the fact that misogyny won that day.

anyways. my point is. marigami. thank you. goodnight.

[linhlotus]

This is my first work and I'm very happy about it. Thank you to my Amazing beta cherrybomb_marichat. here is the Ao3 link https://archiveofourown.org/works/30615065 this is loosely based on Taylor Swift's song Wildest Dreams.

Wildest Dreams

Aged up Adrinette

Marinette was tired of lying. She was tired of hiding her feelings. And she was determined to do something about it!

She pulled out her phone, being careful not to get caught. She was in class, after all.

Marinette : Hey can you meet me after school at Alya’s favorite coffee place after school?

Adrien looked back at her then turned back around. Her phone buzzed a few moments later.

Adrien : Sure. Why?

Marinette : I want to tell you something I should have told you a long time ago.

Adrien : Okay.

Content, she put her phone away and focused on the lesson.

_______

Marinette packed her things and walked out of class. Butterflies swirled around her stomach as she made her way down the street to the coffee shop. The bells jingled as she walked in and made her way to the counter.

“Hi, what can we get for you today?” The waitress asked politely.

“Um, hi. Can I get a small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, a large mocha half the espresso, and two chocolate croissants, please?”

“Of course. Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“That’ll be 13.57 euros.”

She fumbled around in her puse for a moment before pulling out the money and handing it to the waitress who put it in the cash register.

“We’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.”

“Perfect. Have a nice day.”she smiled.

“Thanks. You too.”

She made her way to a vacant table in the back corner and got out her sketchbook. She was designing Alya’s prom dress when the waitress brought over her order.

“Marinette, right?”

“Yes. I don’t mean to be rude, but. . . do I know you?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Sweet Pea. I’m your biggest fan!” she squealed. “I used to like Gabriel Agreste’s designs, but then I saw yours and they’re so creative. And he doesn't have any emotion in his designs but yours are filled with so much emotion and it’s so chic.”

“Um, thank you, but I couldn’t compare to Gabriel Agreste.”

“I beg to differ,” a voice from behind Sweet Pea said.

Sweet Pea turned around and squealed, “You’re Adrien Agreste!”

“Yes.” he grimaced. “Can you try to keep it down? I’m trying not to attract attention.”

“Of course,” she squeaked, “I’m talking to Marinette Dupain-Cheng, baker’s daughter and aspiring designer, and Adrien Agreste, supermodel and Paris’s most eligible bachelor! Oh, this is a dream.”

Marinette felt her cheeks warm and saw Adrien scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you two dating?” Sweet Pea asked suddenly, “That would be so romantic!”

Marinette felt her face get even more uncomfortably hot and she was sure that her face was bright red. “U-um. . . I- We. . .” she looked to Adrien for help.

It seemed like he took the hint because he said. “We are not currently dating, no.”

Sweet Pea was about to say something when someone called her back to the counter. “I”ve gotta go now,” she frowned but then she perked up as though she’d just thought of something, “Maybe I’ll see you later. Enjoy your pastries.”

“Thank you we will.” Marinette called after her. “Please sit, Adrien. Would you like hot chocolate or a mocha?”

“Um. . . Hot chocolate?” she slid the mug across the table. He looked at it quizzically then back at her. “Are you sure this is hot chocolate? It’s white and fluffy.”

She laughed, “It has extra whipped cream on it.”

“Whipped cream? I thought you put marshmallows in hot chocolate, not whipped cream.”

“People drink it both ways.” she replied, “Try it. You’ll like it, I promise. If you don’t, I’ll get you something else.”

He took a tentative sip then his eyes lit up and he took another sip, bigger this time. “Mmm! This is so good!”

She laughed at the look of pure joy on his face. “If all it takes to make you happy, I’ll bring you hot chocolate every day.” she took a bite of her croissant. It wasn’t as good as the ones her parents made but it had good lamination.

“You really don’t need to. You are enough. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

“Um. . . actually. . . I’m in love with you.” she mumbled.

“What? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said kindly.

“I said I’m in love with you! Okay! I’ve tried to tell you so many times before. I’m actually surprised I told you this time. You don’t have to reply, I know you don’t feel the same. I’d like us to keep being friends. I just had to get that off my chest.” She picked up her sketchbook and pulled on her backpack. “I’ll see you later.” She held back tears as she rushed toward the doors, determined to get out before Adrien shook himself out of his trance.

“Marinette, wait!” he called after her.

She started running. The bakery wasn’t far away so she made it there before Adrien even got out the door of the cafe. She ran past her parents and told them not to let anyone up. They called after her but she knew they wouldn’t follow her, the bakery was open and they had to work.

When she made it to her room, she let her stuff fall to the floor and launched herself onto her bed and under the covers. Before she knew it, she was sobbing into her pillow. Tikki was trying to comfort her but she was inconsolable.

She was startled out of her daze by a loud tap on her window. She turned her head and saw Chat Noir’s worried face peering in. He tapped again and she sat up, suddenly irritated. Couldn’t a girl cry in peace?!

She jumped off her bed and yanked open the window. “What, Chat?!” she snapped.

“I saw you run home and thought I would check on you.”

“Oh, so now you’re stalking me?” Marinette said snarkily. Sure, she considered Chat as her friend, but stalking was extreme.

“You’re changing the subject Princess. Are you okay?”

She looked away.

He tilted her face up, “Please talk to me Princess.”

Her lip wobbled and tears spilled from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He held his arms out and she leaped into his arms sobbing once again. He held her tenderly until her sobs died down, rubbing circles on her back and whispering words of comfort.

After a while, she pulled away and wiped her tears. She sat on her chaise and patted the spot next to her.

“Feeling better, Princess?” he asked as he sat down cautiously.

She sighed, “Yes.” She said quietly. “There’s this boy I’ve liked for a while now and I knew he didn’t like me that way. But we’ve been great friends and I didn’t feel honest keeping it a secret any longer. I just had to tell him. But now I think I’ve ruined everything and he’ll hate me and he’ll never want to talk to me again. I wasn’t expecting him to answer, I’d never put him in a situation like that, but I fear I’ve ruined my only chance to be friends with him.” She’d started sobbing again and pressed her face against Chat’s suit. “What do I do, Kitty?”

“I don’t hate you, Princess.” He said softly.

She jolted upright, “What?”

“I could never hate you, princess.”

“Adrien?”

“Surprise?” He smiled sheepishly.

She stood up putting her finger in his face. “First. That was not okay. You can’t use your identity like that. It’s not fair to me or anyone else. Second. Why would you reveal your identity like that? For all you know I could be Hawkmoth. Or Mayura. That’s dangerous for you and me. You know we can’t know each other's identities. That could put us in danger. We can’t risk that, Chaton, we have a city to protect.”

“Wait. . . we? Chaton?” his eyes widened, “M’lady?”

“Um . . . W-who’s M’lady? I don’t know anyone named M’lady.” She laughed nervously.

“So it is you.” He hugged her tightly.

“N-no. . .” he pulled back and eyed her, “Okay, fine. It’s me.” She sighed. “As long as Bunnyx doesn’t come get me, everything will be fine.”

“I’m so glad it’s you, Marinette,” he said. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” she whispered back.

He leaned in slowly at first then their lips connected and she felt something spark inside her chest..

She turned her head, her hands sliding up his chest and burying themselves in his hair, deepening the kiss.

His hands made their way to her waist and he pulled her closer pressing their bodies together.

Their lips moved furiously against each other.

It was just them, no school, no Hawkmoth, no misunderstandings. Just them.

It was as though she was flying.

It was like magic.

And Marinette loved it.

They pulled back, gasping. Both of them were smiling broadly. “Tell me you felt that too, Princess.” Chat whispered.

She nodded, “I felt it.”

He gave her one of his tender-like smiles and leaned forward so their foreheads were touching. “I love you, M’lady,” he whispered.

Marinette felt her eyes widen and her cheeks grow warm again. “I-I l-love y-y-you too, Kitty.”

His smile widened, “I’m glad I found you, M’lady.”

“Me too, Kitty.” She pressed her lips against his once more, shorter this time and he protested as she pulled away. “We have to find a cover story. My parents still think I’m upset.”

His face fell, “I’m sorry about that, by the way, Princess. You didn’t wait for me to finish though. I was going to say we could go on a few dates and see how we felt then. And if it didn’t work out we could go on being friends. I got a little discouraged about you and me, M’lady.”

“I’m sorry about that, Kitty, I was just so hung up over Adrien that I couldn’t even consider dating someone else.”

“But I’m not someone else.” He wiggled his brows.

“Yes, but I didn’t know that.”

“Told you you’d fall for me one day, M’lady.” He grinned.

“Let’s just work on my cover story, Kitty.” she rolled her eyes. Trying, and failing, to conceal a smile.

“Okay, what if you said someone complimented your designs and you were so happy you started crying and ran home to savor it? That way, it won’t be a complete lie.”

They settled back, talking and cuddling. Their earlier drama was all but forgotten.

[hyunsracha]

be okay — lee minho

word count: 2.4k

summary: two kids who know nothing about the real world run away together. but they’re not scared; they have each other, after all.

your father always told you that you were blessed to live such a full life. you always thought your father was an idiot. he was like a robot; so caught up in the order of things that he never thought about the feelings of himself or others. you didn’t even think he had feelings.

the only thing you liked about your house was the view of the town below. you lived on top of a hill, and when you looked out your bedroom window, you could see the whole town and even a little bit past it. you had only ever been out of your town twice: once to go to your cousin’s wedding a few towns over, and once to go to paris. you thought the paris trip would be fun, but you had to practically memorize a french dictionary and shadow your parents at their meetings.

you didn’t think there was anything wrong with being unhappy where you were; how could you not be? you went to university in the same town you grew up in, and your driver only took you to school and back home. your father said that it was best that way; that you wouldn’t get distracted by outside forces. it’s hard to be distracted when you were never focused in the first place. you tried to talk to the kids you grew up with about this, but they never understood.

“what’s wrong with what you’re doing now? you’re gonna graduate next year, and then you’ll take over the company! the whole world is basically being handed to you, y/n, don’t be ungrateful.”

how could they not understand? how could they enjoy sitting in their houses on top of the hills, not moving, forever? how could they just live a mundane life, never wanting to see the world?

these were your thoughts as you stood against a wall in the corner of the ballroom, an empty champagne flute in between your fingers. you were at another one of your town’s idiotic parties, where only the richest of the rich were invited. looking out the window, you could still see the town, and you wondered what the people down there were doing.

“hey.” weird. no one ever talks to you at these things, unless they want a business deal or money from you. you look over to the source of the voice.

“lee minho. only child of the lee family, one of the most eligible bachelors in town, kind of annoying but needing attention because your parents never payed attention to you. this is your graduation party isn’t it?”

“i see you’re as analytical as ever, y/n.” minho chuckled. the two of you weren’t friends, but you had never considered yourself friends with anybody. you two grew up together; albeit you were in different grades, as he was a year older.

you clicked your tongue, “unfortunately,” you placed your glass on a nearby table, swiftly grabbing a new one from a tray that a waiter was carrying as he walked by. you didn’t quite enjoy being so ‘analytical’, as he called it. in fact, you were perfect for your future career. you were smart, and good at reading people and their intentions, and you were blunt.

“we haven’t spoken in years. you want something from me. what is it, minho?”

“woah! can’t i just say hi to the lovely people who attended my graduation party?” he tilted his head to the side, a cocky smirk taking over his features.

you grinned, “no.”

“you don’t seem to be having a lot of fun.”

“the most fun i’ve had lately was in high school when i got hit in the face with a dodgeball and had to skip 4th period to hang out in the nurse’s office.” your voice was monotone, but the smile didn’t leave your lips as you gulped down the little champagne in the glass. you hated the taste, but it was better than nothing.

“just as i thought. you hate it here. i can tell.”

“i’m glad you have eyes, minho.”

“i hate it here, too.”

now that was strange. from what you’ve seen of him, minho seemed quite dedicated to the lifestyle set out for him. he took full advantage of the money he was born with, only wearing the most expensive clothes and driving the most expensive car. he had graduated university with his business degree, coming out on top of the class. he seemed perfect for this life, how could he hate it?

the same way you did, you supposed.

“so what if...you and i...left? and never came back?” his eyes were pleading, and you were more and more confused every second.

you were going to leave with him, that was for certain. you couldn’t leave alone; you didn’t know how to drive. your father insisted that you didn’t need to know how to drive because you would have a chauffeur your whole life. you just couldn’t understand why minho would want to leave with you, of all people.

you nodded, “okay.”

stealing money from your parents was a lot easier than you thought it would be. you assumed a multi-millionaire would hide his money well, but the password to your father’s safe was the birthday of his only child. you also assumed he wouldn’t keep a fuck ton of money in a single safe. you were wrong again. you filled your many backpacks with bricks of the cash, minho spinning around in your father’s fancy desk chair.

“so, where do you wanna go?” minho asked, shuffling through some of the papers on the desk.

“dunno. a place where no one knows us. and stop fucking with those. there’s probably something important in there.”

“you mean like...last year’s stock report?”

“MINHO.”

you don’t know why you cared so much. you were literally about to leave this life and all those papers behind. nonetheless, you walked over to the desk and pulled the stock reports from minho’s grasp, shoving them into a random drawer.

after you collected all the money you thought you needed and packed a bag of necessities, you threw all the bags into the backseat of minho’s car.

“somewhere no one knows us, huh?” minho mumbled as you got in the passenger seat. you nodded. minho snapped his fingers, “got it. buckle up, babe, we’re gonna be on the road for a while.”

minho was right. you were on the road for a while. 8 hours, to be exact. not that you were counting. you learned a lot about minho in that time. you played 20 questions to lessen the awkwardness between two young adults who weren’t friends running away from home together. you learned that minho taught himself how to dance, liked pineapple on pizza, and wanted at least 3 cats.

“why three?” you had asked.

“two cats could get lonely. three makes them a squad, you know?”

you two had a lot more in common than you thought. you believed that your only similarity was your social status, but it went deeper than that. you had the same sense of humor, knew that aliens were real, and binged watched cooking shows at 3 a.m. you put on your road trip playlist of throwback songs (that you never got to use) and minho knew every song. 8 hours was all it took for you to connect with someone like you have never connected with anyone in your entire life. you trusted minho more than you trusted your driver, and he had spent 20 years driving you around safely.

the sun had been up for almost two hours when minho pulled into the parking lot of an old motel.

“wow. this place looks rough.”

“i know!”

you two were way too excited to be staying at such a run-down place. but you had never stayed anywhere less than ‘perfect’.

minho paid for a room (“what a cute couple! going on a honeymoon road trip?” “u-uh yeah!”) and handed you the keys. you practically ran to the room, excited to see what it looked like. the two of you were used to five star hotels with lavish balconies that overlooked beautiful cities.

there was a double bed with puke green bedding. there were two counters in the room; a dresser that had a small tv on it, and a round table fit for two. a small bathroom was attached that would be too small for you to lay down on it. not that you would. it was just a sizing thing. there was a window on the far wall that overlooked the dusty street you had just driven on.

“are you tired?” minho was suddenly behind you, looking out at the street over your shoulder.

“no, i think i’m too excited to sleep. let’s go to that diner over there!”

and that was the beginning of your journey together.

driving for hours to get to new towns, staying at low-rated motels and eating at diners that all gave off a similar vibe. you would get milkshakes and throw your fries at each other and talk to the waitresses about the town you were in that day. when they asked for your names, sometimes you gave them fake names, and they never questioned it. that was such a good feeling; being able to tell people whatever you wanted to tell them without them already knowing everything about you. you had spent your whole life under the magnifying class of people who worked for the company. now you were just you, whoever you wanted that to be for the day.

the waitresses always thought you two were dating, but you never said anything about it. you were only in town for a day, what did it matter what they thought?

you also sort of liked the thought of minho being your boyfriend, but that wasn’t the point.

you two would drive to the nearest gas station and fill up on gas and snacks, minho’s smile even brighter than the fluorescent lights as he laughed. you two were like little kids, running around town and messing with each other. then you’d go back to the motel and watch old soap operas while you snacked. and your head always would up on minho’s chest, and his arm was around you, but you never said anything about it.

summer was coming to an end, and you were across the country. you had enough money to probably last a month or two, but you were slowing running out.

“minho,” you spoke up, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. this was normal now: you holding his hand as he drove, “we should probably settle down, don’t you think?”

he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he thought, “yeah. yeah we should.”

you two took a tour of the city you were in, making sure it was to your liking. it was cute, and decently big, perfect for you two.

“oh, look over there!” minho squeezed your hand, pointing to a building across the street. it looked like an office space. “i can get a job there with my fancy business degree i hate.”

“won’t you hate that?”

“don’t most people hate their jobs? it’s just for money. oh my gosh, y/n,” minho grabs your shoulder, turning you so you were facing him, “i’m gonna hate my job!”

it might’ve sounded silly, but he was genuinely excited. it was just another one of those things that made him feel normal. just an average guy. except minho wasn’t average in any way. not in your eyes, at least. and seeing him all excited over something like this made your heart flutter, but you never said anything about it.

“oh!” you smacked his shoulder, pointing behind him at a small cafe, “and i can work there!” you had dropped out of university. not officially, but abandoning school to run across the country and never come back is kind of the same thing. you would go back to school, eventually, once you decided what you actually wanted to do. you were going to live your life for you now. and for minho.

“yeah! aw, we’ll work across the street from each other,” minho pouted, “that’s so cute. we’re so cute.” he pulled you closer, draping his arm across your shoulder as he starting walking again.

you’re laying in another motel room, staring up at the ceiling. minho is laying next to you, staring back at you.

“minho,” you start, “do you love me?”

“yeah.”

“like. love love me?” “what are you, twelve?” you feel his hand sliding across the mattress, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“i dunno. i’m kinda scared.”

“i thought you were excited?”

“i’m excited and scared. like when you go on a rollercoaster, you know?”

“no, i don’t go on rollercoasters. too scary.” you can hear the smile in his voice, and it makes you smile, too, “but our lives together have been kind of a rollercoaster, haven’t they?”

you nodded, your smile growing wider at the thought of all the memories you two shared.

“you have no reason to be scared, my love. we’ll stay here until we have enough money to get a small little apartment, perfect for you and me...and eventually our cats. and i’ll work at the office and hate my job, but come home and love my partner. and our cats. and eventually we’ll have a family and we’ll be able to just...live. live and love and not have to worry about whether our kids are good enough to take over the family business or not.” minho lets go of your hand, turning over onto his stomach and wrapping his arm around your waist. he presses his lips to your cheek for a moment before resting his head on his pillow and shutting his eyes.

“we’ll be okay, baby.” his words are muffled by the pillow, but you can hear him clear as day. you smile, placing your hand on his arm for comfort. you two were still like little kids: kind of dumb and unsure of how the world works. but you matured a lot during that summer, growing and changing and learning what it was like to be young. to be in love. to be free. and now it was time to settle down, start your adult lives. but you knew you wouldn’t lose anything you had learned with minho.

“yeah. we’ll be okay.”

[linhlotustories]

Wildest Dreams

Marinette was tired of lying. She was tired of hiding her feelings. And she was determined to do something about it!

She pulled out her phone, being careful not to get caught. She was in class, after all.

Marinette : Hey can you meet me after school at Alya’s favorite coffee place after school?

Adrien looked back at her then turned back around. Her phone buzzed a few moments later.

Adrien : Sure. Why?

Marinette : I want to tell you something I should have told you a long time ago.

Adrien : Okay.

Content, she put her phone away and focused on the lesson.

_______

Marinette packed her things and walked out of class. Butterflies swirled around her stomach as she made her way down the street to the coffee shop. The bells jingled as she walked in and made her way to the counter.

“Hi, what can we get for you today?” The waitress asked politely.

“Um, hi. Can I get a small hot chocolate with extra whipped cream, a large mocha half the espresso, and two chocolate croissants, please?”

“Of course. Will that be all?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“That’ll be 13.57 euros.”

She fumbled around in her puse for a moment before pulling out the money and handing it to the waitress who put it in the cash register.

“We’ll bring it to you when it’s ready.”

“Perfect. Have a nice day.”she smiled.

“Thanks. You too.”

She made her way to a vacant table in the back corner and got out her sketchbook. She was designing Alya’s prom dress when the waitress brought over her order.

“Marinette, right?”

“Yes. I don’t mean to be rude, but. . . do I know you?”

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I haven’t introduced myself. My name is Sweet Pea. I’m your biggest fan!” she squealed. “I used to like Gabriel Agreste’s designs, but then I saw yours and they’re so creative. And he doesn't have any emotion in his designs but yours are filled with so much emotion and it’s so chic.”

“Um, thank you, but I couldn’t compare to Gabriel Agreste.”

“I beg to differ,” a voice from behind Sweet Pea said.

Sweet Pea turned around and squealed, “You’re Adrien Agreste!”

“Yes.” he grimaced. “Can you try to keep it down? I’m trying not to attract attention.”

“Of course,” she squeaked, “I’m talking to Marinette Dupain-Cheng, baker’s daughter and aspiring designer, and Adrien Agreste, supermodel and Paris’s most eligible bachelor! Oh, this is a dream.”

Marinette felt her cheeks warm and saw Adrien scratching the back of his neck.

“Are you two dating?” Sweet Pea asked suddenly, “That would be so romantic!”

Marinette felt her face get even more uncomfortably hot and she was sure that her face was bright red. “U-um. . . I- We. . .” she looked to Adrien for help.

It seemed like he took the hint because he said. “We are not currently dating, no.”

Sweet Pea was about to say something when someone called her back to the counter. “I”ve gotta go now,” she frowned but then she perked up as though she’d just thought of something, “Maybe I’ll see you later. Enjoy your pastries.”

“Thank you we will.” Marinette called after her. “Please sit, Adrien. Would you like hot chocolate or a mocha?”

“Um. . . Hot chocolate?” she slid the mug across the table. He looked at it quizzically then back at her. “Are you sure this is hot chocolate? It’s white and fluffy.”

She laughed, “It has extra whipped cream on it.”

“Whipped cream? I thought you put marshmallows in hot chocolate, not whipped cream.”

“People drink it both ways.” she replied, “Try it. You’ll like it, I promise. If you don’t, I’ll get you something else.”

He took a tentative sip then his eyes lit up and he took another sip, bigger this time. “Mmm! This is so good!”

She laughed at the look of pure joy on his face. “If all it takes to make you happy, I’ll bring you hot chocolate every day.” she took a bite of her croissant. It wasn’t as good as the ones her parents made but it had good lamination.

“You really don’t need to. You are enough. What was it you wanted to tell me?”

“Um. . . actually. . . I’m in love with you.” she mumbled.

“What? I didn’t quite catch that.” He said kindly.

“I said I’m in love with you! Okay! I’ve tried to tell you so many times before. I’m actually surprised I told you this time. You don’t have to reply, I know you don’t feel the same. I’d like us to keep being friends. I just had to get that off my chest.” She picked up her sketchbook and pulled on her backpack. “I’ll see you later.” She held back tears as she rushed toward the doors, determined to get out before Adrien shook himself out of his trance.

“Marinette, wait!” he called after her.

She started running. The bakery wasn’t far away so she made it there before Adrien even got out the door of the cafe. She ran past her parents and told them not to let anyone up. They called after her but she knew they wouldn’t follow her, the bakery was open and they had to work.

When she made it to her room, she let her stuff fall to the floor and launched herself onto her bed and under the covers. Before she knew it, she was sobbing into her pillow. Tikki was trying to comfort her but she was inconsolable.

She was startled out of her daze by a loud tap on her window. She turned her head and saw Chat Noir’s worried face peering in. He tapped again and she sat up, suddenly irritated. Couldn’t a girl cry in peace?!

She jumped off her bed and yanked open the window. “What, Chat?!” she snapped.

“I saw you run home and thought I would check on you.”

“Oh, so now you’re stalking me?” Marinette said snarkily. Sure, she considered Chat as her friend, but stalking was extreme.

“You’re changing the subject Princess. Are you okay?”

She looked away.

He tilted her face up, “Please talk to me Princess.”

Her lip wobbled and tears spilled from her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. He held his arms out and she leaped into his arms sobbing once again. He held her tenderly until her sobs died down, rubbing circles on her back and whispering words of comfort.

After a while, she pulled away and wiped her tears. She sat on her chaise and patted the spot next to her.

“Feeling better, Princess?” he asked as he sat down cautiously.

She sighed, “Yes.” She said quietly. “There’s this boy I’ve liked for a while now and I knew he didn’t like me that way. But we’ve been great friends and I didn’t feel honest keeping it a secret any longer. I just had to tell him. But now I think I’ve ruined everything and he’ll hate me and he’ll never want to talk to me again. I wasn’t expecting him to answer, I’d never put him in a situation like that, but I fear I’ve ruined my only chance to be friends with him.” She’d started sobbing again and pressed her face against Chat’s suit. “What do I do, Kitty?”

“I don’t hate you, Princess.” He said softly.

She jolted upright, “What?”

“I could never hate you, princess.”

“Adrien?”

“Surprise?” He smiled sheepishly.

She stood up putting her finger in his face. “First. That was not okay. You can’t use your identity like that. It’s not fair to me or anyone else. Second. Why would you reveal your identity like that? For all you know I could be Hawkmoth. Or Mayura. That’s dangerous for you and me. You know we can’t know each other's identities. That could put us in danger. We can’t risk that, Chaton, we have a city to protect.”

“Wait. . . we? Chaton?” his eyes widened, “M’lady?”

“Um . . . W-who’s M’lady? I don’t know anyone named M’lady.” She laughed nervously.

“So it is you.” He hugged her tightly.

“N-no. . .” he pulled back and eyed her, “Okay, fine. It’s me.” She sighed. “As long as Bunnyx doesn’t come get me, everything will be fine.”

“I’m so glad it’s you, Marinette,” he said. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly.

“Yes.” she whispered back.

He leaned in slowly at first then their lips connected and she felt something spark inside her chest..

She turned her head, her hands sliding up his chest and burying themselves in his hair, deepening the kiss.

His hands made their way to her waist and he pulled her closer pressing their bodies together.

Their lips moved furiously against each other.

It was just them, no school, no Hawkmoth, no misunderstandings. Just them.

It was as though she was flying.

It was like magic.

And Marinette loved it.

They pulled back, gasping. Both of them were smiling broadly. “Tell me you felt that too, Princess.” Chat whispered.

She nodded, “I felt it.”

He gave her one of his tender-like smiles and leaned forward so their foreheads were touching. “I love you, M’lady,” he whispered.

Marinette felt her eyes widen and her cheeks grow warm again. “I-I l-love y-y-you too, Kitty.”

His smile widened, “I’m glad I found you, M’lady.”

“Me too, Kitty.” She pressed her lips against his once more, shorter this time and he protested as she pulled away. “We have to find a cover story. My parents still think I’m upset.”

His face fell, “I’m sorry about that, by the way, Princess. You didn’t wait for me to finish though. I was going to say we could go on a few dates and see how we felt then. And if it didn’t work out we could go on being friends. I got a little discouraged about you and me, M’lady.”

“I’m sorry about that, Kitty, I was just so hung up over Adrien that I couldn’t even consider dating someone else.”

“But I’m not someone else.” He wiggled his brows.

“Yes, but I didn’t know that.”

“Told you you’d fall for me one day, M’lady.” He grinned.

“Let’s just work on my cover story, Kitty.” she rolled her eyes. Trying, and failing, to conceal a smile.

“Okay, what if you said someone complimented your designs and you were so happy you started crying and ran home to savor it? That way, it won’t be a complete lie.”

They settled back, talking and cuddling. Their earlier drama was all but forgotten.

This is my first work and I'm very happy about it. Thank you to my Amazing beta cherrybomb_marichat.