A/N: I wanna play outside in the snow and make a snow kitten. But naaaaaaah- I have a fucking cold. I miss living alone where I could do whatever I wanted.

Have this drabble whilst I remain stuck inside the house :'(

"I want you to embrace me closely and gauge my limit.
Please make me believe that this is not a sin.
I want you to kiss me and repaint my body.
I want to be intoxicated and drowned in your charm."

Magnet (KENKAI's Space Jazz Mix) - Ryuusei-P (Covered by Meychan X Nqrse)

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'Can I be that one annoying fan that spams you every day with basically the same question? That being Kiss AU frightningale. If you would be so kind.'

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The day starts off with an excited Gabriel Agreste dragging his son away to the music venue for the Chat Noir costume fitting in Clara Nightingale's video. Adrien has tried everything to escape the flamboyant man's clutches, ranging from faking he's sick to hiding in the giant mansion and now clinging to the railings on the stairs like a squealing kitten.

Gabriel and Nathalie struggled immensely to get him to let go but Gorilla finally comes to their rescue, managing to pluck him off with ease.

"You'll never take me alive!" Adrien hollered out childishly, kicking his legs and banging his fists against Gorilla's back as he was held like a sack of potatoes, the group making way out of the house and to the limo.

"Never, EVER, make us do that again, Son," Gabriel heaved out as if he just ran a marathon, running his fingers through his unruly hair before quickly straightening the greying locks back. A frazzled Nathalie handed him a comb with a tired huff.

"How about, don't force me into doing things I don't want to do? Hmm?" The teen sassed back, looking as intimidating as a mischievous kitten who got its claws stuck on the curtains. He could feel Plagg cackling in his jacket, the cursed, supernatural being doing absolutely nothing to help.

"It's just a fitting Adrien- plus it's a very good opportunity for you! You get to meet an international pop star and perform in her music video, dressed up as one of those superheroes you adore. Do you have any idea how many people around your age would kill to even get a glimpse to see Clara in person?"

"B-B-But...I'm...I'm- AHAH! I'm just a stick! I won't do any justice to Chat Noir's awesome muscles and abs!" For effect, Adrien poked his 'stick' like shoulders, hiding his grimace when all he felt was hard, developing muscles. "S-See? Skin and bones."

"Nonsense~ my stylists have commented about your developing physique during your shoots. All those fencing and basketball lessons have been paying off," Monsieur. Agreste chirped with a cheesy grin, pushing his glasses back against the nose. Adrien was immediately reminded of those dopey glasses-wearing characters in the hundreds of anime he's watched.

"Besides, Mademoiselle. Dupain-Cheng will be picked up by the photographer, Vincent and his crew in five minutes to meet up at the venue and dress up as your counterpart." Nathalie added, scrolling through her tablet. She then flickered her cool eyes towards the boy's curious face, glasses devilishly glinting under the light for a split second. "You wouldn't want her to be paired with any other random Parisian, right?"

You see, Adrien is usually a very bright boy, evidenced by his top grades, ability to adapt, his regular help in figuring out his Lady's Lucky Charms during battles and so on.

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This is not the case right now.

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Completely dismissing the disastrous problem awaiting him, Adrien's naïve mind was clouded with utmost jealousy. Images of his talented Princesse being ogled by some…some random KID in HIS costume…making her SMILE and even…HOLDING HER HAND?

'Mon Dieu...what if they try to make them kiss MY Marinette?' The feline in disguise screamed internally, dismissing another very important factor before jumping out of Gorilla's grasps (who coincidentally loosens his grip) and darted inside the vehicle with a speed that could probably put Usain Bolt to shame.

"TO THE VENUE! ONLY I CAN BE THE CHAT NOIR TO MARINETTE'S LADYBUG!" The boy beeped the horn for good measures.

"Why didn't you use my daughter-in-law's name to coax him in the first place, Nathalie?" Gabriel's eyebrow twitched with irritation whilst his assistant simply mirrored the look.

"It was one way I was able to get you to do some workout, sir." Her eyes narrowed further at the designer but internally, she was fighting a cheeky grin when Gabriel spluttered. "After all, someone has been gaining a few extra pounds ever since we got friendly with your future in-laws."

"I-I have no idea what you mean!" Her boss harrumphed and sucked in his stomach, entering the limo with a grumble. The observant woman didn't miss the way he clutched his stomach with a pout. "It's not my fault that they don't let me leave till they've fed me three helpings of those delicious dumplings…"

Meanwhile, poor Marinette was (kidnapped) hauled away by Vincent, Alya and the rest of the girls from her class, much to her desperate protests. Sabine and Tom watched the scene unfold with a cup of tea in hand and some sweets. Their smiles simply broadened despite the chaos.

"Alya-aaaa! Lemme go! Lemme go-ooooo!" What good was being Ladybug when she can't seem to escape her best friend's shoulder, getting carried away like a screaming toddler? Marinette let out another wail of annoyance as the girls finally made way outside, a car waiting for them.

"You can keep wriggling and fighting all you want but you're no match with Mama Bear Alya's muscles~!" Her best friend hooted, flexing her free arm with exaggeration as the rest of the group giggled. "And gurl! You're stupidly light as hell! What the heck? No wonder you can't make me budge. If I put you and one of the twins on a seesaw, I wouldn't be surprised if they turned out to be heavier!"

"I am big and strong! I can take you all in one go! I'll prove it right now! Come at me! Come at me!" Marinette retaliated and swung her arms for good measure. No one took her seriously. "I just wanted to be a backup dancer and so did Adrien!" The girl resorted back to whining again, comically flopping in defeat.

"Really? He was actually pretty adamant in taking the Chat Noir role." Mylène nodded as did the others in agreement.

"What? Since when!? We both agreed to be backup with you girls yesterday night during a call."

"Someone call Barbie Doll right now," Alya suggested whilst shoving Marinette inside the car unceremoniously, ignoring her groans. Alix rolled her eyes with endearment, whipping her phone out and got inside the vehicle, purposely squishing Marinette against the car's door on the other side so that she had no means of escape.

The model picked up the phone on the first ring when the girls were on the road, his annoyance clear through the speaker.

"Don't tell me you girls are already at the venue and some loser stole my role- the traffic here is mental!" Rose and Juleka hid their snickering at his answer, enjoying the way that their baby blue-eyed companion fizzed with irritation.

"What role? Adrien! We agreed to be backup dancers- what's with you wanting to be Chat Noir now?" Marinette butted in, glaring at the phone despite the recipient not being able to see her face.

"O-OH!? Salut, ma Princesse~"

"Don't 'Princesse' me- you big, annoying, dummy-"

"Okay, Sweetcheeks it is then,"

"NON."

"Sugarberry?"

"STOP."

"Mais, ma chérie~"

"ADRIEN!"

"Hey, now listen here. I didn't do this on purpose ya know? I was all decked up and ready to be a backup dancer but Père and Nathalie had other plans!"

"And you went along with it?"

"They had to get Gorilla to literally drag me out of the house! Give me some credit here, Marinette!" Adrien groaned, slumping against his seat, knowing very well that his trio of guardians were all wearing matching grins under that poker face of theirs. Damn them.

"A-Ah, okay, so basically the same thing as me then, right?" Marinette almost felt bad for going off on him.

"Mmhm, besides,"

"Oh?"

"I refuse to let any dumb kid take away MY woman." Marinette could literally feel the cat radiating from him, annoyance pumping through her veins. Of COURSE, he relents into his father's whims due to jealousy! A tiny part of her brain was rather flattered, making her heart flutter as usual but the raven-haired girl immediately brushed those thoughts away.

"You never really put up much of a fight after you found out I was going to be forced to play Ladybug, right?" The baker girl's tone was so dry, it would have given the Sahara desert a run for its money. Her companions in the car couldn't help but flinch from the dark aura that radiated from her form.

"Your point?" No one could believe that Adrien 'je suis un idiot!' Agreste had the nerves to answer her like that- scratch that. They should have known better from the silly blond.

"YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR ASS AGRESTE! COS WHEN I'M THROUGH WITH YOU-"

"Oh please do be gentle~"

"ADRIEN!?"

"Love ya~~~mwah!" With a triumphant grin, Adrien hung up the phone midway through her rant. He knew very well how much trouble he was in but he'll focus on that hurdle when it comes to it. Gabriel and Nathalie only eyed the teen incredulously, the former pinched the bridge of his nose from second-hand embarrassment.

Why oh why was his son like this…?

Both cars simultaneously arrived at the venue, making Adrien realise how just much danger he was in. He could literally feel Marinette's rage seeping out of her car like a thick, evil miasma. Unfortunately for him, Nathalie mercilessly booted him out of their vehicle so that he can face the consequences.

Both him and Mari have a stare off- the latter itching to throttle him whilst the boy whistles innocently.

Marinette doesn't get a chance to drag Adrien away as they're both led into the venue by their peers, finally seeing the masses trying out for the superhero roles. It was then that the short-sighted blond recalled why he and the love of his life settled to be backup dancers in the first place.

"Oh, merde..." Adrien belatedly uttered when a boy slipped on a Chat Noir mask and attempted to perform some acrobatic moves. His emeralds then drifted towards a seething Marinette, physically wincing at her pointed glare before averting his gaze again.

He fucked up.

Their identities were screwed!

The duo was too preoccupied with their catastrophic thoughts to process Clara's sudden enthusiasm and squeals, babbling about how she has been going through hundreds of candidates for hours and finally the perfect pair has arrived before her.

"Wait- how come those two get the role immediately? We don't even know if they're good enough!" One of the teens in the queue exclaimed, hands-on-hips and a glower as sharp as a knife. The singer couldn't help the guilty sweat-drops that beaded on her forehead. "We've been waiting here for ages! Is this all for nought?"

A light bulb appeared on both the secret heroes' heads, the duo wearing a matching, Cheshire grin as they turned towards each other simultaneously.

'You thinking what I'm thinking?'

'You bet so, ma Princesse~'

'Don't call me Princesse. I'm still mad at you.'

'Oh boo…'

Marinette and Adrien were quick to agree with the teen, claiming how they should wait like everyone else so that there's a fair chance without paying mind to Gabriel's glares. The rest of the girls lined up for the backup roles, wishing the pair good luck whilst the adults were pulled away elsewhere.

"Dieu merci..." Marinette sighed in relief and the tension within her shoulders died down. She vowed to give the teen an autograph the next time she's transformed for giving them an out. The girl looped her arm through Adrien's, both of them sticking with the Chat Noir line (the staff knew they were going to perform as a packaged deal so they didn't necessarily have to wait separately).

"You got a plan, Buguinette?" Adrien was met with a miffed snort but all he did was roll his eyes fondly. "Aight, still mad, no nicknames. Got it," With a hopeful smirk, he tried kissing Marinette's cheek to soften her up but his lips met her hand clasping his mouth instead, blocking him.

"Adrien…" The boy visibly deflated at her disappointed tone. This is what he was worried about the most. Disappointment. "Ugh- I can't even be mad at you for long. We were both forced into this." He almost perked up. "But you didn't even attempt to sneak away when your father was distracted. You're usually really good at that, dummy." She playfully punched his shoulder, allowing a small smile to escape.

"Forgive me?" Adrien's eyes twinkled like his alter ego's namesake that the aspiring designer couldn't help but find herself melting at the adorable sight.

The model considered her sweet blush as a win, engulfing her in an ecstatic hug despite Marinette trying her best to show that she wasn't affected by the gesture.

'They really do make a perfect Ladybug and Chat Noir…' Clara mused at the front ecstatically. She would endure another hour of the other candidates trying out the roles happily if it meant that she could get THOSE two in.

Marinette's plan involved not only losing the masks in the changing rooms but also messing up their try out as much as possible. The duo was also quite shocked to see Chloé of all people audition and actually do a good job performing! As much as she's a pain in everyone's ass, it was one less hurdle to jump over for the heroes. Much to their dismay, Chloé's characteristic sour attitude and utter rudeness irked Clara immediately so she didn't make it through the auditions.

By the time it's idiot one's and idiot two's turn, they put the plan to action. The masks were conveniently hidden away and the duo performed atrociously in the audition to the point where even the little girl with the kitten had a better chance of winning the role.

They awkwardly clasped their hands together like a handshake when asked to hold hands, they flopped on their faces after every acrobatic move and Adrien even fell off the stage at one point, bruising his knees and casting a blow to what little pride he had. Yet, Clara and Gabriel didn't give up on them; they brought back-up masks and beckoned the duo to put them on.

We have the tense moment where time goes completely still as Marinette and Adrien eye the masks in their hands with horror. Silent apologies are given to each other as they slowly brought the masks closer to their faces.

Their identities were screwed-

Suddenly, Chloé barges in with the Mayor in tow, piles of paper in hand, claiming that Clara has no permission in shooting in France with a disgusting, triumphant smile on her face. The distraught singer gets her mike harshly thrown on the floor, much to Marinette and Adrien's protests. Alya and the rest try to help Clara up but the singer runs off crying whilst Chloé continued to cackle in the background. Gabriel quietly shuffles inside one of the bathrooms, locking it and transforming into Le Papillon to akumatise the woman.

Soon, Frightningale makes her debut, whipping everyone with her wand and turning them to statues if they didn't sing in rhymes and dance. Marinette lures herself and Adrien into one of the changing caravans so that they can transform.

"Once again, Butterfly Breath and Little Miss Brat saved us. I thought they're the villains as well," Marinette hummed with relief. She could have sworn that her heart was about to explode right there and then.

"Hey," Adrien flicked her nose softly. "Don't be mean to Chlo'," His shit-eating grin only grew at Marinette's gaping face.

"E-Excuse me!? Don't be mean to the girl who made Clara Nightingale CRY-" She stopped mid-rant and scoffed, refusing to play into any more of the boy's teasing. Tikki and Plagg floated out from Marinette's twin ponytails, admiring their costumes once more that the venue supplied.

"You should really do something about your childhood friend, Adrien." Tikki scolded gently, crossing her tiny little arms and earning a defeated sigh from her counterpart's holder.

"Hey! My kitten isn't obliged to parent that bossy brat into a decent human being. He tried to anyways and it's like she's deaf to anything that's humane!" Plagg opposed with his tail bristled. The kwamis soon fell into an argument in an ancient language that neither teens could understand.

"I've reprimanded Chloé about her behaviour so many times, I'm starting to feel like a broken record. The more I tell her to stop, the worse she gets," Adrien fiddled with the mask as gloom settled in the vicinity. "Maybe she really is a lost cause..." The idea of losing hope in a friend he's known since he was born was enough to have his chest tighten in excruciating pain and all the sweet, innocent memories he had of the tyrannical Bourgeois seemed closer to a lie as the days went by.

Was she really kinder when they were children? Or was did he envision the time they spent together with rose-tinted lenses because she was one of the few children he interacted with and didn't want to be alone?

"Or maybe we'll just have to give her a wake-up call," Marinette suggested with a generous smile, laying a comforting hand on his forearm. "This isn't your fault. It's her parents' responsibility to discipline her- not you. You're not her father and you're not her brother. From what I've seen, you've told her off more in a week than her father probably has in her entire lifetime. That's better than nothing."

"What's the point if it doesn't do shit?"

"The point is that you're trying, you're doing your best. You're doing what you can to help her and guide her on the right path rather than being a doormat or letting her walk over the people around you. I don't think you've realised that the torment and bullying she used to spread has lessened a lot in our school ever since you've arrived. You have made an impact."

"..." Adrien bit his lip anxiously before glancing back at Marinette, swiftly turning her around so that he could tenderly embrace her from behind. He rested his forehead on her shoulder and pressed her slender back into his firm torso. "If it weren't for you in my life, I wouldn't even be half the person I am now...thank you, Marinette..."

All the words and sentences disappeared in her throat after the way he breathed out her name so lovingly, face redder than the ripest strawberry out there. Marinette finally mustered up the will to put her trembling hand on his head and let her fingers comb through the rich tresses.

"Where's all this coming from?" She asked gingerly, her heart pounding even harder as her partner tightened his hold and brought her even closer to his body.

"Nowhere...just super grateful that you exist, Bug." He slowly picked his head up and puckered his lips against her supple cheek with a pure, innocent, softness that could be rivalled by even the most expensive silk. Both of their hearts sped up in sync as they tried to decipher each other's feelings.

Was this just a kiss of gratefulness?

Or...

Was it something more?

Feeling like her heart was about to burst out of her chest and dart away, Marinette promptly spun around to face a confused looking Adrien and crashed her lips against his, pushing the boy against the wall. She was deaf to the kwamis' sudden outcries as they were pulled into the miraculous, transforming both teens into their original suits.

She shuddered at the feel of his clawed hands trailing up her back so easily, one of them cupping the back of her neck and then pushing her further into him with a growl. She was a goner.

Ladybug tugged and tugged on Chat Noir's bottom lip, eyes squeezed shut as both her slender hands cradled his face so affectionately. The sweetness of their lips was a huge contrast to the absolute ferocity and blazing passion of their feelings, evidenced by the gasps and whimpers they let out.

She didn't pull away, no.

She kept going after his lips over and over again.

His touch was like fire on her body and she was burning.

"Mm- Bug…Mari…Hm- Marinette-" She cut him off with a kiss every time he uttered a single syllable. Chat Noir knew that if he were to die now, he'd die oh-so happily. Heartily ravished and thoroughly kissed by the one he loves more than life itself. When his Lady's swollen, rosy lips trailed down his jaw, teeth barely grazing his skin, Noir practically saw stars and he had no choice but to instantaneously grip her shoulders and gently push her back just so he didn't take her right there and then.

It took all of his willpower to do just that and the way she watched him with those sparkling sky blues and parted sakura lips painfully tempted him immensely to pin her against the floor and have her cry out his name in the best way possible.

His entire face was completely flushed and his eyes were deliciously glazed as if he was in a dream-like state. Chat Noir let out a deep exhale, leaning his forehead against hers when she wrapped an arm around his middle. From all their past experiences, especially when their kisses took on an amorous route, Ladybug knew that his silence was due to total embarrassment and unmitigated shyness, especially when she took the reigns.

She decided to hammer the nail in the coffin.

"I'd be nothing without you, mon Adrien," Ladybug whispered into Chat's human ears, sensitive lips brushing the shell before skipping out of the van. A sly, cheeky smirk escaped her when the sound of a body tumbling on the floor and a soft groan was emitted by the boy.

"Hnnnn that girl is gonna be the death of me, godammit!"

Just like canon, they attempted to fight Frightningale but ended up getting zapped by the whip. They sing and dance their way through, using the lucky charm to their advantage and even waltzing at some point (whether that was to deter the Akuma or just an excuse to hold each other close, neither of them admitted).

Once purified, Clara was quick to coo and thank the heroes, even flustering them when she mentioned how much of a cute married couple they were. The heroine whispered an alternate plan for the video so that not only would Clara not get in trouble for shooting, there'd be a way to incorporate many people in the video as well. Ladybug and Chat Noir were quick to leave when she asks how many kids they have and if their children had the same costumes as them.

"With how adorable you two are, I bet your children are even more adorable! Please, let me at least give you a couple of autographs so that you can give it to them~!"

"I-I-It's okay, Clara! B-BYE!"

The day ended with the whole class watching the music video at the library, commenting and cheering whenever one of them showed up. The video ends with Marinette wearing a Chat Noir mask and Adrien wearing a Ladybug one, both performing amazingly well in sync despite the horrendous attempts at the audition. This gave Alya and the girls the opportunity to tease the lovebirds about said terrible auditions before the shooting.

"You're right! I'd make a terrible Ladybug. Besides, I think black is more of my colour, don't you agree, Buggaboy?" Marinette teased, eating up the way Adrien's cheeks reddened for a split second. He knew she was never going to let up the fact that he almost combusted on the spot when she wore his mask.

"Always knew you were a furry, Marichat," He delivered with a smooth wink, his ego boosted with the way everyone else burst into laughter despite Marinette's incredulous disagreements.

"I didn't sign up for this! Hmmph! Not even the real Chat Noir would be this mean," She blew a childish raspberry and crossed her arms, slouching on her seat.

"You're right, he'd treat you like the princesse you are," Adrien quickly swooped in, kissing her furrowed brow. The crease between her brows softened as a result and a light blush decorated the apples of her cheeks. They darkened when everyone else quipped with how 'smooth' or 'cheesy' Adrien was.

"Just get married already!" Kim sighed in mock disgust. "Your flirting has put all of ours combined to shame, Agreste,"

"Wasn't aware that you guys knew how to flirt," The cheeky boy clicked his tongue, quickly darting off whilst his boy group gave chase (along with Alix). A few mock threats were heard in the corridors before the noise faded away, out of the door.

"Think they'll keep him alive, Mariboo~?" Alya nudged her best friend's shoulder, stealing Adrien's seat, a satisfied grin resting on her pretty face.

"I think they'd do me a favour if they killed him," Marinette grumbled, slouching even further on the chair.

"You don't mean tha-aaaaat,"

"You're right, I don't," Marinette dropped the hard-to-get act and shamelessly squealed, the rest of the girls joining, huddling her into a group hug.

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A/N: The next chapter will be about Glaciator and Frozer so if you fellas would love to see that soon, simply comment down your thoughts and I'll update quicker UwU