Heyo!
So it took me a while, but here's part 7!
Summary: Adrien has decided that he's terrified of Marinette's mum, and he doesn't want to get on the wrong side of her dad either - but who says first impressions are true?
Pairing(s): Adrien x Marinette/Chat Noir x Ladybug
Word count: 1308
Warnings: Everyone's probably OOC
Disclaimer: nah m8
(thank you to the lovely Sashiro for beta-ing this!)
Enjoy
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Adrien was frozen.
Of all the times to be interrupted, he cursed, it had to be her mum, and while we were in a compromising position.
"Uh… hey mum," Marinette greeted nervously, letting go of his collar and slowly scooting further away from him, "what's up?"
"What's up?" her mother repeated, "what's up is that you and this boy are coming downstairs and we're going to have a chat."
After giggling nervously and sharing a wary glance, the pair followed her mother out the door.
What if she's upset with me? Marinette's thoughts whirled around in her head as they silently walked down the myriad of stairs, what if she makes me stop seeing Adrien? What if she grounds me and I can't help Chat Noir? What if the house explodes? Ok, that's not likely to happen BUT STILL-
She was jerked out of her increasingly anxious state by a warm hand encasing her own. She looked up and saw Adrien smiling at her - albeit nervously - as he swung their hands between them.
Throwing him a terse smile back, she turned her gaze towards the stairs.
"Papa!" her mother called once they reached the living room, "Can you come here for a second?"
Adrien squeezed her hand companionably and they sat down.
"What's this about?" her father asked kindly, glancing at the two teenagers on the couch.
Marinette's mother turned back to face them. "Apparently," she started, her voice softer than Marinette expected it to be, "Marinette has a boyfriend that she didn't tell us about - I just caught them in her room… kissing."
Her father's eyes widened.
"I-is that so?" he stammered, mind still reeling.
Marinette just wanted to sink into the couch and disappear forever. Everything about this situation was so embarrassing - she wouldn't be surprised if Adrien avoided her for a bit after this, because she knew that the subject of whatever her parents were about to say did not include protecting her dignity.
Both adults stared them in the eye, her mother's eyebrow was raised and her father looked menacing, his furious stare and huge form was making Adrien very nervous indeed.
Then they burst out laughing.
Wait, what? Adrien thought, I thought they were angry?
He looked over to Marinette, who was just as confused. She shook her head and shrugged, as if to say they may be my parents, but I have no idea what is going on.
Her mother put a hand on her father's arm and they both sat down, smiling softly.
"We just wanted to scare you a bit," he told them calmly, amusement lacing his voice, "you should have seen your faces."
Adrien was flabbergasted. Within the past twenty minutes he had comforted Marinette, kissed her, been interrupted by her mum, scared out of his wits by both her parents and now they were laughing.
What.
"Let… let me get this straight," Marinette started, "you… scared us… just because you could?"
Her parents shared a look.
"Yea that's about it."
"I hate you," she scowled without any malice, a giggle rising in her throat, "you're horrible."
"When did this happen then?" her mother asked jovially, gesturing to the space - or lack thereof - between them.
Adrien blushed slightly as he remembered the hectic past couple of days. "Only recently," he answered, smiling unconsciously.
"How'd it happen? Who asked who?"
That stopped the blushing pair in their tracks. 'We met up in the top of the Eiffel Tower and talked about stuff and oh yea we're Ladybug and Chat Noir,' wasn't really going to work well.
"U-uh… Adrien…. asked me to… go to the Louvre with him," Marinette stammered, flailing her hands around slightly as she so often did when she was flustered.
"Oh, nice choice," her mother approved, winking at Adrien.
There was an awkward silence. Marinette was sitting ram-rod straight, staring at a spot on the wall and a light blush colouring her cheeks, hoping, praying that her parents wouldn't do anything embarrassing.
"Marinette loves all that kind of stuff," her father beamed, "she must have filled up hundreds of sketchbooks with those of designs of yours."
"Oh really?" Adrien asked, smirking at her, "Hundreds?"
How I wish I could smack that pretty little smirk of your stupidly handsome face, she thought bitterly, beginning to regret her completely involuntary decision to fall for him.
Marinette nudged him lightly with her shoulder.
"Do you like my daughter?"
Whoop there it is. She had been waiting for her father to drop the pin since they came down the stairs.
"I do," Adrien promised.
It kinda sounds like a marriage vow when he says it like that… Marinette daydreamed, before blushing heavily and becoming overwhelmed with the urge to bury her face in her hands because imagine getting married to Adrien!
Nope. Nope. Do not think about that. This is a serious conversation with your parents. About Adrien. Shh.
"And what are your intentions with her?" asked her mother in a sickly sweet tone that definitely meant you are never going to see her again if you answer this wrong.
Adrien gulped.
"I… um… for things to just continue being like how they are now… I guess," he finished lamely, avoiding her eye and blushing.
"If you ever hurt her…" her mother continued, smiling sweetly, "I'll make sure you most certainly regret it, are we clear?"
He nodded, slightly scared at the implication of those words.
The heavy atmosphere dissipated as both Marinette's parents smiled. "We like you Adrien," her father told him, lifting the weight of the world off his shoulders, "but next time, we would appreciate it if you two told us about your relationship before we catch you red-handed."
Marinette blushed and lowered her gaze.
She glanced at Adrien, then at the stairs. He smiled in agreement and she took his hand and asked if they could be excused.
"Alright, you two can go - but leave the door open!" he shouted at their rapidly retreating forms.
"I am so, so sorry about all of that," Marinette apologised once they were safely back in her room.
Adrien shrugged, slightly out of breath. "It's fine, at least I got their approval right?" he smiled, pulling her into an embrace.
She sighed happily and rested her head on his chest, lazily looping her arms around his middle.
"I must admit, that was one of the more nerve-racking experiences I've had," he chuckled into her hair.
She looked up at him accusingly. "You fight actual demons and you're scared of my parents?" she asked him.
"Hypocrite," he retorted.
Marinette giggled and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Now," he breathed, letting his arms fall but keeping hold of her hand, "scary stuff out of the way, I'd like to spend some time with my girlfriend if that's okay with the universe."
"… The universe says maybe," she informed him after a second.
Adrien smirked and kissed her on the cheek. "Well, I'll take my chances," he murmured.
"Well you missed, so I don't think your chances are very high," Marinette retorted, pouting playfully.
"Oh?" he asked with faux curiosity, moving closer so their noses were touching, "I promise I won't this time."
(He didn't)
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Alright well that took longer than expected.
Please tell me what you thought it literally makes my day, and any prompts for part 9 (part 8's already half done) would be greatly appreciated!
As always,
Thornsword
