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Chat Noir looked prettier than usual, and Marinette absolutely loved it.

my tellonym: milkisande

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make a night, i'm flush;
you're cute when you blush.

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"ARE you wearing blush?"

Marinette's tone was first surprised (but more so entertained, if anything else), as she examined the all-too-familiar rose color dusted on his cheeks.

And this was from the newest line, too.

Chat Noir immediately looked up— looked anywhere that wasn't at her, really, evidently embarrassed. "What?" He asked, voice notably a notch higher than usual. "No way, you're imagining things."

Marinette's lips tilted upward, as she simply shook her head. "There's no way I'm mistaken," she replied. "I've been waiting to get my hands on this for months now. And it looks exactly the same on you as it does on the model."

"I never took you for a makeup person."

The girl shrugged. "I'm not, really," she stated. "Maybe just some lip gloss sometimes, but nothing major. This collection was special."

She looked out onto the balcony, and exhaled dreamily. "It's his line."

Chat Noir could tell where this was going, feeling a smile creep on his face, but decided to ask anyway. "Whose?"

Marinette looked at him in disbelief. "You're wearing makeup from his collection and you have no idea where you got it from!?" She pouted. "That's not fair, there are others who deserve it more than you do."

He smirked. "Really? Like you?"

Marinette only glared at him, audibly hmphing, before she turned away. "Yep!" She only stated, before continuing on, pointing at his face. "That's from the Agreste makeup line!"

Chat Noir decided to play coy.

"Agreste line? What's that?"

"You're so uncultured, kitty," she said, rolling her eyes. "You should have heard of Gabriel Agreste, at least? Fashion magnate?" The hero shook his head. "Well, he's at the top of the fashion industry, and they just decided to branch out to makeup and cosmetics."

Marinette smiled, hearts practically taking shape in her stare. "And he decided to dedicate his first makeup line to his son," she was practically salivating at that point, "Adrien Agreste."

Chat Noir bit back laughter. "So you're a fan of that kid, huh?"

She glared. "He's not just that kid, kitty. He's amazing and perfect and a total dream," Marinette sighed. "And he's a thousand times cooler than you are."

The hero snickered. "Sure, he is."

Ignoring Chat's reply, Marinette only looked back at him, a doubting expression on her face. "The question should be how you got a sample of his collection," she pointed out, eyebrows knitting together. "The makeup line isn't releasing until next month."

"Oh," Chat Noir began, almost stumbling on his words. "I— uh— I don't know, we got an early set…?" At her suspicious glance, he stammered. "It got sent to my family. For publicity reasons."

Marinette stared— almost burning, before she nodded and turned back, an amused smile on her face. "I can't believe the kitty's in the makeup business."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't remind me."

Then, she looked back, a playful grin on her face. "But that doesn't explain why you have it on, though?"

He turned red, which only served to accentuate the makeup on his cheeks. "What?" He asked, defensive. "Anything wrong with a boy wearing makeup?"

Marinette shook her head, biting back laughter. "Nope," she responded, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "In fact, I like the look on you. It makes you look cuter."

Chat Noir grinned. "You think I'm cute, purrincess?"

She dismissively waved her hand. "Don't let it get to your head, kitty," Marinette pointed out. "My heart belongs to someone else."

"Ah, yes," he responded, a teasing grin still on his face. "The model. Couldn't you be a little more original than to like the boy all of Paris is in love with?"

"I don't just like him because he's a model, though!" Marinette protested, pointing an accusatory jab at him. "He's a lot more than that."

Chat Noir looked at her curiously. "What do you mean?"

Marinette sighed. "He's a good person," she began. "You know, I didn't like him at first, thinking he'd be exactly like Chloe— some brat in my class, but he proved to be different. He's always so nice and kind to people, even to those who don't deserve it." Her mind flashed back to the times she'd gotten angry at Chloe and Lila for their almost villainous attitudes. "I admire that about him so much. He pushes me to be good; to be better than myself. I honestly can't believe that he's real sometimes."

She paused, a soft smile forming on her face. "I love him."

When she turned forward, Marinette was understandably surprised to see her superhero partner, looking like he was overheating from the shade of scarlet his face was sporting.

What was he so embarrassed for?

"Did you put on another layer of blush while I wasn't looking?" Marinette joked, only for the hero to remain quiet.

The girl looked closer. "Why are you blushing so much?"

He mumbled, intelligible.

"What?"

"I think I have a crush on you."

"What!?"

Marinette felt her face explode in shock.

Though the side comment, "who looks like they're wearing blush now?" was, quite annoyingly, not lost on her.

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/cries i finally finished mc may! all that's left to upload n polish the last fics but otherwise theyre done!3 i was kinda in rush to finish bc i'll be busy this week so ;n; hope you'll still enjoy the rest of the fics tho !

adrien was modelling for a photoshoot to promote the cosmetics line, hence why he was wearing makeup! (tho he realized soon that he kinda killed it + with mari's encouragement he ended up wearing it daily). when they start dating, adrien also realizes that mari's more intimate & touchy when he's wearing it, so that's extra incentive lmao . as always:

thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～