I do not own Miraculous Ladybug, nor do I own the song "Last Name" by Carrie Underwood, which was the inspiration for this story.
If you had asked Marinette, she would tell you that it was all Alya's fault. After all, Alya was the one who had dragged them all to Vegas for a Bachelor/Bachelorette weekend. Courtesy of Adrien Agreste paying for it. And it was Alya that dragged them all to the masquerade ball. Alya joked that it would be her 'Last night of freedom' before she married Nino. Though Marinette knew that she wouldn't do anything about that 'Freedom', she would never cheat on Nino. Once she met Nino, she hadn't as much as gone on a date with anyone else. And it was because Alya had met, and fallen in love with Nino, that Marinette had gotten the chance to meet her teenage crush, and the owner of her favorite design label. Adrien Agreste. Someone that Alya had been very insistent that she get to know. It seemed to Marinette that Alya didn't want her and Nino's wedding to be the only one in the friend group.
Though Alya was the one to drag Marinette to the masquerade ball, she wasn't the one who caused Marinette to start doing shots of tequila. Nope, that was Chat Noir, that's what he had introduced himself as. When Marinette had entered the ball in her beautifully designed, and executed Ladybug ball gown, and mask, a man in a black suit came up to her, and didn't leave her side the whole evening. Not only had Chat Noir basically followed her around like a puppy all night, but his conversations were filled with puns, cheesy pickup lines, and flirting.
Chat Noir's blond hair, and bright green eyes reminded Marinette of Adrien, but that was about it. Adrien had never seemed to say such cheesy lines in his life. And when she introduced herself to him as Ladybug, he started calling her Bugaboo, My Lady, and LB all night. He was the reason she started to take the shots. Trying to enjoy herself. Though, she did quite enjoy spending time with Chat, she wouldn't have told you, if you asked.
She definitely blamed her drinking on his stupid, yet funny puns. And now, when she woke up with a hangover, thinking of Elvis, she blamed him. Not only did she have a hangover, but, apparently, there was someone else in the bed with her. And this was definitely not her hotel room…. She was really starting to freak out.
She looked over to her companion, the only thing showing above the covers, were his blond hair, and left hand, where a very suspicious ring was. Marinette was appalled at herself, being in the same bed, in a hotel room, with a married man. She would never had done that, if she hadn't been drunk. That's when she noticed the matching ring on her own ring finger, and everything clicked.
Yes, she was in bed with a married man, but that married man was married to her. Which made the whole Elvis thing make a little more sense. Since it was common for Elvis impersonators to be wedding officiants in Los Vegas.
"Oh no," she whispered, staring aghast at the wedding band, before deciding it was high time to give Alya a piece of her mind. Picking up her phone, she video called Alya. Only having to wait a few moment before it was answered.
"Marinette, where are you? We were worried about you! You disappeared at the ball…." Alya said, really concerned. "And why is there a man in your bed?!" Alya practically yelled, when she noticed the mop of short blond hair on the pillow, behind Marinette.
"That is the problem…. I may have been slightly drunk last night." Marinette admitted, weakly.
"I think the word slightly is a huge understatement. What happened when you left the ball?" Alya said.
"I don't know. I don't know who this man is. I don't know where I am….." Marinette said, lifting her left hand into view. "And I don't even know my last name."
Marinette hadn't noticed the mop of blond hair move in the background while she was talking, having been woken by Alya's outburst. The man is question sat up, Alya being able to see him before Marinette did. Her face contorting into one of shock, causing Marinette to wonder at her best friend.
"It's Agreste," Adrien said, with a sleepy voice, answering Marinette. The shock caused Marinette to drop her phone, as she turned around to look at the shirtless model in her bed, who was now her husband. She threw her hands over her mouth so she wouldn't scream. On the other side of the phone, Alya was cackling.
Hello everyone. So, this story is inspired by one of my favorite songs. And I absolutely love how this turned out. I hope you like it as well. I wrote this as a one shot, but if you want more, I can certainly oblige. I love you all - Alice O'Flynn