The Five Signs That You're in Love
The Fourth Sign
FOURTH: The colour of her eyes is blue enough to drown in. She is turning you into a clichéd love-wrecked being. You're drowning, always sinking. Down, down, down.
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Chapter Summary
Post-unmasking, Ladrien/ Adrienette, Adrien sees a poster of Ladybug plastered across a billboard and can't help but stare. What he doesn't expect is for anyone to notice, but Marinette was always good at noticing. Especially when it came to Adrien.
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Today had been what felt like one of the longest days of Adrien's life. Ever since school ended for winter holiday, his schedule had become impossibly more cramped. He had had a fitting early this morning (for Gabriel Agreste's winter collection) after which, he had Chinese tutoring, and of course, his weekly photoshoot which dragged on longer than any other activity of the day. It was getting darker; despite it still being fairly early in the evening, the streets were practically empty, probably because of the cold, and Adrien was on his was on his way to his girlfriend's house.
Girlfriend.
It still felt surreal to call Marinette his girlfriend. It was even more surreal that Marinette happened to be Ladybug.
Adrien smiled to himself, it really was a small world.
He tugged his coat tighter around himself, walking a little faster than he was before. Not only to escape the cold, but in anticipation to see Marinette again. They had been together for a little over two month now, and Adrien couldn't be happier. He couldn't remember the last time he was this happy. But that's just what Marinette did to him.
When they first got together, on that cold, late September night, they had kept things to themselves. At least until they could come up with a story to tell their friends that didn't include their superhero identities.
When Alya first found out, it was accidental. They shared a quick kiss behind the trophy case before classes started; undenounced to them that Alya was wandering the halls looking for the pair. She had squealed, the same squeal that had escaped her that day in the music room – one of the best days of Adrien's life – and demanded the two to tell her all of the details; which they would have, if the bell hadn't cut them off at that exact moment.
She had glared at them, "You got lucky this time," she had said, "But I will get answers."
And that she did. As soon as the bell rang to signal the beginning of lunch, she had demanded, none too quietly, that Marinette and Adrien tell her the exact time and place that they had become a couple. And that is how the entire class found out that they were exclusive.
Adrien turned the street corner, Marinette's family bakery coming into view, and Adrien smiled at the scent of baked goods and cinnamon coming from the brightly lit bakery at the end of the block. There were a string of colourful Christmas lights hung around the perimeter of the bakery, a warm yellow light shown through the front window.
But something caught Adrien's eye. Atop of a building that resided near Marinette's family bakery was a picture of Ladybug. She was smirking at the camera; her dark blue hair – held in its usual red ribbons – was blowing behind her. And Adrien found himself staring into the eyes of his girlfriend. It wasn't quite like looking at Ladybug. The picture couldn't depict the glow in her eyes that was only made for him. It also seemed as though the picture didn't capture the exact colour of her eyes. Granted, he figured nothing could capture the blue of Ladybug's eyes – of Marinette's eyes – they were deep and bright, and held a sparkle that Adrien would never forget.
Her eyes were blue enough to drown in, which he noticed even more since they got together (and he would be lying if he said he hadn't spent hours of his time thinking about her and her eyes.)
He found himself wanting to write poetry about her. Her eyes, her hair, her skin, her scent, to Adrien, her beauty was something that needed to be captured and immortalized. He chuckled and shook his head.
What was she doing to him? She was turning her into a clichéd love-wrecked being. And he really didn't mind. He looked back up at the billboard, and allowed himself to drown in her eyes again. He smiled again to himself, before remembering why he was out on the streets of Paris in the middle of winter.
He was about to turn around and venture the short journey to the Dupain-Cheng's house, when a sweet voice snapped his head.
"You know, I always found it weird whenever I saw my face on billboards." His girlfriend's voice rang in his ears. He smiled at the sight of her. He skin was pale, her nose and cheeks a little red,, and she wore nothing but some thin jeans, a simple t-shirt, and a light sweater over it. Her eyes held the glow they always did whenever he was around.
"What are you doing out here? Aren't you cold?" he asked concerned, taking her into his arms. She was cold. He frowned.
"I'm fine, Chaton," she reassured, but still nuzzled into his chest.
"Oh, I'm sure you are. What are you doing out here?" he repeated.
"I saw you and I thought you might want some company. Mama and Papa were getting worried, they were expecting you at five." She explained.
"Sorry, love. I got distracted." He gestured toward the billboard.
"By my face?" she questioned sheepishly.
"By you, yes." he answered quickly, hugging her tighter. "C'mon," he mumbled, kissing the top of her head, "Your parents are waiting for us."
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"What are your plans for the Holidays, Adrien?" Sabine politely asked over dinner. He was sat next to Marinette, Sabine across from them, and Tom at the head of the table.
"Oh, well, my father doesn't really like to celebrate…anything really. So I don't have any plans." He explained tentatively.
"Oh," Sabine exclaimed, evidently surprised, "Well, you are always welcome to celebrate here." She invited.
"You're always welcome here." Tom clarified, "Holidays included."
"I'm sure Marinette would love that." Sabine smiled at her daughter who blushed deeply at her mother's comment.
"Mama…" Marinette mumbled.
"That would be wonderful, actually. Thank you so much!" Adrien smiled, taking his girlfriend's hand under the table. Giving her hand a squeeze. Marinette's blushed deepened.
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And that's chapter four. Thank you very much for reading. Chapter five will be arriving shortly.
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