A/N: Welcome back to me writing whatever I wanna fucking write. Ngl, life is still hectic, a mess and uni still do not want to stop railing me hard in the arse. So, I decided to edit this one drabble prompt thingy from discord and expand it into a oneshot because I need some sort of happiness right now. I miss writing post-reveal, pre-relationship stuff- especially with Adrien completely eating up the fact that Marinette has feelings for him and thus being an absolute little shit that's just all great and wonderful~~~
Not to mention that canon right now is destroying everyone's feels left, right and centre and I'm fucking loving it- but at the same time, need something to balance it out cos I need some relief. This fic takes place after Puppeteer 2.0 midseason 3 so it diverges from canon. Everyone's aged up and in lycée, so there's gonna be a lot of teenagers making sex jokes and I don't wanna be cancelled by uneducated, American purists for making fictional fourteen-year-olds talk about tiddies :D
Nevertheless, I hope you lads enjoy~!
"Ooh, when I look in the mirror
I'll melt your heart into two
I got that superstar glow, so
Ooh (do the boogie, like)"
Butter - BTS
~(x)~
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"Your heart is beating a little too fast now, Marinette."
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A wild, shit-eating grin was plastered on the reckless hero's face as he murmured against his Lady's pulse on the inside of her wrist, his voice purposely husky and deep, sending all sorts of delicious feelings down her spine, evident in the way her rosy cheeks were starting to blend in with her mask.
Oh, how she wanted to retort back with something equally witty or even deflect with a quip that would surely have him melting in a puddle of dejected goo as punishment for deliberately riling her up like that. However, the tomcat didn't give her a chance as he carried on trailing kisses down to her palm, puckering those sinfully, sweet lips against the tips of her fingers.
Lips that she knows that feels like the priceless silk of the heavens and the precious velvet of the angels from the many, many times he stole her breath away when she least expected it, rendering her like putty in his greedy hands.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
And he was taking full advantage of it, milking out every last drop like the absolute little devil he was.
Et la chat noir n'est pas un ange.
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It was almost a month ago since their identities were accidentally revealed (courtesy of Maître Fu's umpteenth, silly blunder), a spectacular surprise for the heroine since she was taken aback and a welcoming knowledge for her ecstatic partner as he had been suspecting from the start. Whilst Marinette was left starstruck, squealing like an old kettle with a face more rouge than the ripest of strawberries, Adrien blissfully scooped her up like a bride, spinning her around, exclaiming his joy out loud like a little boy.
"Yes! Yes! YES! The two girls I love more than anything in the world is actually the same person all along!? I knew it, I knew it, I KNEW IT! Oh, ma Princesse~! I'm so happy it's you!"
And the cherry on top?
The hot, searing, heart-pounding kiss as her Chaton crashed his lips against hers in a way that caused her entire body to flourish with a warmth that made her feel weightless and sing in harmony whilst he in turn hummed and purred into the liplock like the gooey kitten he is. His arms pressed her body against his as close as physically possible and his touch was branded to her skin like a tattoo she'd cherish for decades to come.
All the while Fu was shaking his head in the background, albeit fondly and sharing glances with his grinning kwami.
Oh Mon Dieu, was she left as a flustered, dazed, silly school girl afterwards. If she was in the right mindset back then, she would have confessed and spilt her entire heart out to Adrien when he finally came back to his senses, pulling away and apologising for kissing her just like that (The audacity; to apologise for giving her the one thing she wanted the most from him in the first place?).
However, because of her fear of being vulnerable, letting him in and the overwhelm of the situation, her defence mechanism kicked in, the girl plastering back on her 'Ladybug' persona, sassily jesting back with:
"Don't worry, I can take it as payback for when I kissed you to get you out of Le Dislocœur's spell,"
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She didn't expect him to turn the tables on her.
"Well then...what about when Oblivio hit us? And that time at le musée grévin when you thought I was a statue? Does that mean I can pay you back with two more kisses, Marinette~?" Her partner chuckled out in a tone that was downright gravelly, dark and pleasurable in a way that caused her cheeks to catch fire one more time, his intense emerald greens noting down every movement and every reaction of hers like his namesake and his face oh-so-close.
Thus, that's when the clever cat within him caught on a scrumptious, delectable, lip-biting fact about his usually level-headed, composed, impenetrable Lady.
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He can turn Marinette on with ease if he lowered his voice into a throaty, rough tone. Man, the devilish smirk that etched itself onto Adrien's face screamed pure Chat Noir right there right then and if she didn't know his identity beforehand, this would have definitely let the cat out of the bag.
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Since that inevitable day, Marinette's life has become a cross between some sort of torturous hell and the rewarding seven heavens. The boy was driving her unconditionally crazy with his amped-up flirtations on both sides of the masks, his need to touch her or have some sort of physical contact, his nonchalant declarations of love and unwavering affectionate gazes, his honeyed lips naturally finding hers or any parts of her body that then consequently unravels her to pieces and of course, most importantly, the voice™️.
An absolute blessing and a curse.
One sound from him in a manner that indicated just how much he wanted her and she was instantly swept away by her desires and needs to be loved by him in any way possible. And he absolutely knew it.
Marinette wanted a fucking refund.
But oh.
It got worse.
It got so much more worse.
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If she thought that it was hard enough to keep her composure around her partner whilst he was trying to woo her (unaware that he already has her completely wrapped around his finger along with his name branded on her beating heart) then she was an absolute idiot.
The minute that Nino Fucking-Can't-Keep-A-Secret Lahiffe opened his big mouth and casually let slip towards his best friend that her feelings towards the feline in disguise was one hundred percent mutual...Marinette was fucked.
"Oh hey, Dude! Looks like Marinette has finally confessed her feelings to you if you're both hanging off each other like that. About time as well- seeing you both chase each other endlessly for the past couple of years was starting to frustrate both Alya and me."
"NINO!?"
"Oh...? Now, why is this the first time I'm hearing about this, Marinette~?"
That night, she might as well have been literally fucked in the best ways possible had he not pulled away at the last second, snickering into her ear with that damn sensual voice of his and whispered:
"Punishment for trying to hide your feelings away from me, My Lady,"
He left her internally screeching in her bedroom without a beat, the evidence of his numerous ministrations left behind on her body in the form of a pair of swollen lips and tongue that ached for more, hickeys and bitemarks that were darkened to the point where only the best of make-up could cover it up and even a dull, throbbing sensation beneath the pit of her stomach that cried for more of his electrifying touches.
Yet, what she yearned the most from him was his fucking voice.
Unquestionably unfair!
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"Oh boy, it's been two minutes and you're still zoned out,"
The sound of her Minou's endearing sighs snapped Ladybug out of her thoughts, automatically pulling her arm out of his grasps and then looking away from his teasing, twinkling eyes, frustrated with herself for not being able to handle her shyness and awkwardness from him. Just once, and only once, can't she be immune to her kitten's charms without turning into a tongue-tied mess?
Thankfully, the adrenaline rush during akuma battles and the odd criminals here and there kept her head in the game; when it was just the two of them alone, especially at night, she was an outright wreck.
"Ah, I didn't mean to get stuck in my thoughts. I guess I'm still tired from the battle earlier on today." She ignored the way that his tail cooly wrapped around her waist in a loose hold, a sentient thing that expressed the most rawest of Noir's emotions. It was clear that he was itching to curl his arms around her frame and she didn't know what exactly to do with that information other than to redden on the spot.
"Wanna end patrol then? We've been out for hours and we have school tomorrow. Come on Bug, I'll take you home." Chat gently reached for her hand and pulled her close enough so that he was able to simultaneously wrap his arm around her waist and ready his baton for taking off.
"You don't have to carry me, Adrien-" Her protests were cut off by his attentive look, his mouth curved into that soft, content smile and his forehead against hers. He rubbed comforting circles on her side as he nudged her nose gingerly with his like a kitten.
"I know, but I want to, Marinette." With a quick peck on her forehead, the boy launched up into the air with Ladybug in his arm, the girl still silently screaming from the proximity and the way that his body heat was like a radiator against hers on a cold winter night.
He was going to be the end of her!
~(x)~
Marinette was completely deaf to her best friend's teasing, fingers bunched up against her rapidly reddening cheeks and figurative smoke shooting out of her ears like a steam train's engine. Her eyes never left the door her...her... (her very good friend? Partner? Half boyfriend? Full boyfriend that she's yet to ask out on an official date despite all those steamy make-outs and heavy petting)-
Her Adrien temporarily left through.
"I don't understand girl, he just said he'll be back later. Why are you getting all riled up for?" Alya giggled fondly, sweetly bringing Mari into her arms with a coo whilst the smaller girl squeaked and buried her face further into her hands. "Was it a code for something else entirely? Some sort of cheeky innuendo? I know for definite that you two are hiding something big and juicy from me! Marinette?"
She wouldn't get it.
No one would.
Merde!
The way that his sly, fiery hand nonchalantly slipped from his side and made way to her hip and squeezed. The way his cool, sweet, minty breath tickled the shell of her ear and sent numerous shivers down her spine like a merciless tsunami. The way he inhaled audibly as his nose dug into her hair delicately (it was left open, just the way he loves it).
The way he muttered in that low, sinfully growly voice of his that caused her heart to ricochet against her ribcage and the blood hastening through her veins to set aflame in the most heavenly way ever.
"I'll be right back with you,"
Had Alya not been there with her as a buffer, she'd have visibly swooned and melted into a puddle on the floor.
'Mon Dieu is he trying to kill me!?' She gulped loudly, unable to stop that brief moment from replaying in her head over and over again like a mantra. 'At this rate, I'm gonna permanently turn into goo and that's it for Paris! No more Ladybug saving the day! Stupid cat!' Much to Alya's confusion, the designer's whines upped in volume. Cheng hugged her best friend tighter and buried her face into her shoulder even further.
"Girl...What even? At this rate, I'm gonna assume that you're getting laid tonight. Or at lunch...maybe in an empty classroom. You two are always disappearing together anyways-"
"ALYA! NO! WE- I- erm! We're not like that!"
"He gives you bedroom eyes all the time! And there's a sudden change to his vibe too these days; he's so much more confident and sure of himself around you...smug as fuck as well! And the last time I've seen a guy change like that was when Nino and I did it the first time-"
"Blah blah blah! I'm not listening-"
"He's touched the boobs, he's definitely touched the BOOBS-"
"You are so out of your mind-"
"Always knew that those contraception pills you take would come in handy-"
"Yeah, for my PERIODS-"
"And the hickeys?"
Immediately, Marinette slapped her hand against the side of her neck, eyes comically bulging out of her sockets and lips tightened with dread. She did not like the sadistic gleam that flashed through the brunette's glasses for a split second and the almost demon-like toothy grin that was tattooed on her face.
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"W-W-What hickey?"
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"I think she's talking about the one I left right here, under your jaw, ma chérie~"
A pair of firm, familiar arms was quick to envelop Marinette's frame from behind, the boy's chin resting on her shoulder as his wicked chuckle vibrated through their bodies. The combination of both his tactile laugh and his darkened apple greens gazing into her was more than enough, her body completely surrendering to him and contrasting the irked expression she tried to wear.
"Or I think that's the one she's seen. The tights you're wearing are transparent enough to see the ones I left on your thighs-"
"PleaseStopTalkingYouIdiot-"
"I knew it...I knew that you two were at it like rabbits! Those times I caught you both kissing in a way that even had me go like 'oh wow maybe I shouldn't disturb' should've been enough evidence!"
"No Alya! How many times do I have to tell you!? We had no sex!"
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"...yet~"
"A-A-A-ADRIEN!?"
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When Nino finally arrived at the library with the necessary notes and textbooks for their group study session, the confused teen was met with the sight of the petite girl pounding the model's chest with her fists angrily, said model guffawing at her expense and the ladyblogger recording everything on her phone with an expression that may as well be described as the cat that got the cream.
"This is why I hate it when it's my turn to bring in the notes." He grumbled to himself, wanting to have seen whatever juicy event has just taken place whilst he was gone.
~(x)~
"Aren't ya gonna kiss me goodnight~?" The freshly suited up Chat Noir pestered with a wolfish grin, leaning forward on Marinette's balcony whilst shamelessly drinking up the outfit she wore as pyjamas (She was wearing a homemade Chat Noir onesie, A CHAT NOIR ONESIE). His feline ears twitched with glee and his stomach was satisfied from the snacks that his princesse insisted on feeding him and Plagg before letting him go back home.
His lips almost trembling to devour the confectionary that was her lips, despite going through countless pain au chocolats and Mille-Feuilles and passion-fruit macarons.
His smile simply widened at the way she spluttered and stiffened on the spot, her cheeks immediately pinkening into that beautiful shade of sakura and then her lips twisted into an annoyed pout- more than an indication that she wasn't having any of it.
"Haven't you been spoilt enough already?" She huffed out, hands on her hips in a stance that mirrored her alter-ego's and sky blue eyes shimmering with slight annoyance. Yet, she radiated with such beauty and prettiness that it took everything within Noir to not pounce on her and cuddle her like an ecstatic fanboy.
His heart hammered in his chest anew but his face refused to let that show.
"Is that such a bad thing?" He leaned closer, tail swishing excitedly behind him and pupils dilating. "I can never be spoilt enough by you, My Lady~"
"B-B-But...y-you've already had your kiss! Today! When you pulled me into the locker room during lunchtime- oh and then you left me in such a state, I ended up late for Mme. Mendeleiev's class! Mme. Mendeleive's!" Regaining back her confidence, Marinette pushed him back by the nose and turned away with a scoff, arms folded and hips cocked to the side. "If anything, I've been way too generous with you lately when I should have thrown you into La Seine!"
He couldn't resist anymore.
Using his cat-like reflexes to his advantage, Chat silently crept behind her, smoothing his arms around her shoulders and pressing his cheek against hers with an even quieter chortle. He got his desired reaction from the way Marinette momentarily stiffened up and then melted into his touch with a louder scoff, his enhanced senses picking up her elevated heartbeat and the fastened pace of her breathing.
"Forgive me?" He murmured sweetly, mouth grazing the shell of her ear and tail wrapping around her ankle. Chat felt her body heat up instantaneously and without the enhanced hearing, he'd have missed out on the ever so quiet, embarassed whimper that slipped out of her throat. "I didn't mean to lose track of time and get you in trouble. I just love you so much that I can't help but show it, mon ange."
Hook, line and sinker.
Her characteristic squeals were now more prominent, evoking an endeared grin on the boy's face and then causing him to laugh gingerly into her neck, holding her tighter against him with adoration.
"F-Fine! I forgive you- just this once. I mean it! No more ravaging me at school to the point where I look like a chew toy!"
Then, Marinette shoved her hood over her head, covering the top half of her face, knuckles whitening from her grip on the tip of the fleece fabric and the soft cat ears drooping in a manner that never suited her more than it did now.
"You're making it so hard to leave without doing just that with how cute and adorable you're being, Marinette~!" Chat scurried in front of her and bent down to her level, carefully pulling her hood down and grasping her hands with his. His jaw was practically aching from all the smiling yet the way she was looking away, completely flushed and captivating...he didn't mind at all. "I promise. No more ravaging you with my love at school..."
With impeccable speed, one second his lips were pressed against her cheek and the next, he was crouched on her balcony. His trademark smirk plastered on his face as his partner gasped and turned to face him, one hand on her cheek in the place where he kissed her and her face blooming with colour once again.
"Chat Noir!?"
"But, that doesn't mean I can't steal a kiss here and there~"
"Ravaging and kissing is the same thing! Off the table!"
"Oh? Are you telling me that one kiss from me can undo you just like that?"
"N-N-No! That's not what I'm saying at all- oh! Just go home, Adrien!" She stormed towards the idiot, mustering all her strength to push him off her balcony out of spite. Alas, it was as if he was glued on the spot and his hushed chuckles weren't making it any easier for the dishevelled girl.
'This is so not fair! It was ME who was able to fluster HIM and turn him into mush in the past! Ever since he's discovered my stupid weakness, he's been taking advantage of it non-stop! Oooh- wait until I get my revenge! Ridiculous cat!' Marinette grumbled internally, giving up on her mission and letting the person of her irate pat her head mockingly.
"There, there. At least you tried. Look! You managed to make me budge by...hmmm, let's see...ooh! Two millimetres! That's more than what most supervillains can do these days and you're not even suited up." Using the side of his index finger, he tilted her chin towards him, noses brushing. "My Marinette is so smart, beautiful as well as strong. A whole package~" A goofy fanged beam escaped him, radiating with unadulterated happiness.
It...it was such a pleasing sight. The fact that she makes him smile like that.
One wouldn't believe that it was only a few years ago when the sunshine boy before her was full of excruciating loneliness and melancholy, more than content with giving his everything to everyone in return for a crumb of warmth and friendliness. His père's looming shadow eclipsed him to the point where he was only ever allowed to show minute rays of gold whenever the ruthless man pleases, caging him away from the real world like stormy clouds.
But now...
He's never been freer.
'I can be all of me around you, Marinette. When I'm with you, it's like all the burdens on my shoulders have disappeared and that I can do or say anything without any malicious judgement...you have no idea how alive you make me feel,'
He once confessed in hushed whispers, under her duvet on her bed, peppering her face with honeyed pecks and clasping their hands together to the point where she couldn't tell where she began and where she ended. Even thinking about that precious moment now relit the blazing fire within her that burned just for him.
'I'm so in love with you, it's insane...' Marinette pouted as all of this month's troubles and shenanigans dissipated like the wave of the ocean smoothing out the sand of its footprints and sandcastles. Her heart was still a constant hummingbird within her ribcage and her blood continued to roar through her veins whilst her complexion refused to change back from its kissed raspberry hue to its natural milky colour.
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Great.
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Now she wanted to kiss him.
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"Tsk. I never said I was yours..." Yet, her soft demeanour and even softer sapphires said otherwise as her stubbornness melted away metaphorically and maybe physically with the way she indulged in his touch upon her jaw, his hand cupping her face benevolently. Chat Noir got down, still leaning against the railings just to bring the designer back into his arms once more, forehead against hers as glistening, supernatural emeralds bored into calm, clear sky blues.
"You don't need to say anything, Buguinette. Our partnership over the past couple of years or so and even our close friendship as civilians has enabled me to read you fluently. One should consider me as an expert on 'Marinette speech'," Though his tone held some jest, his voice was warm and soothing and his expression absolutely loving.
Sometimes, she forgets that his words themselves can take her breath away on their own merits.
She did not mind not one bit.
"...And w-what am I saying right now, Chaton?" She unconsciously wet her lips, eyes flickering from his pair and then to his lips and repeat. His mouth was now caressing hers and his sweetened breath from the confectionaries he's consumed earlier on only enticed her to close the meagre gap quicker with desperation.
"That you've always been mine...from when you literally crash-landed into my heart...and when my umbrella closed on you by accident...always...always," His voice became increasingly gravelly as he spoke, weighed with so much emotion and intensity that Marinette couldn't help but let her eyes flutter shut as she waited for that sweet, sweet contact-
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"PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!"
"HEY!?" Slapping her hand against her now wet, slobbered neck, Marinette gawked at the cackling feline with complete outrage. One peek at his infuriated partner had the teen buckling on the spot with more laughter peeling out of him, practically clutching his stomach as Marinette continued to piece together what's just happened.
"Oh, man! Your FACE!" Tears were streaming down his eyes as he continued to guffaw like a fool. "One look from you and boom! Le Papillon would shit himself! Hah!" At this rate, the entirety of Paris would wake up and throttle the cat alive, hero or not.
Ever since the rise of Le Papillon's tyranny, the Parisians began appreciating their sleep just a tad bit more.
Though, from the looks of the situation, they'd probably be beaten by the petite heroine instead.
"You...you blew a raspberry...on my neck!?" Rather than cower before Marinette's appalled tone, the host of destruction simply waggled his eyebrows, biting his bottom lip to calm his laughter down. Though, his merry green eyes were still fired up with humour, infuriating the girl even more. "Adrien what the heck-"
"What? I thought that's what you wanted~?" He batted his lashes playfully, lips twisted into a phoney frown whilst his tail wiggled behind him excitedly- as if it was the beacon of truth underneath his deceitful looks.
"No, it wasn't! Why I ought to just leave you here all alone on the balcony and let the neighbours scare you off once you start yowling!" Mari couldn't help but childishly stomp one foot against the ground, fists clenched on either side and at this rate, Noir wouldn't be surprised if steam began coming out of her ears.
He ate up every action and every gesture like the greedy soul he is, not the least bit ashamed.
"Oh? It wasn't? Then...tell me, what did you want?" He purred without missing a beat, heart fluttering at the way her demeanour changed promptly. He leaned right into her face, personal space long-forgotten history and the tension coming back by ten folds. If he pursed his lips, then maybe...it would reach hers.
"W-What do you mean? Isn't it obvious? I thought you were an expert on 'my speech'." Her automatic sarcastic comebacks only made the bubbles of frustration grow within Chat, his lips etching into a real frown tonight. He loves his Lady. From the moon and back. As naturally as breathing. As if she's his world, his stars, his everything.
But dammit, he didn't want to make it all that easy for her either.
"True, but I think I'd like the sentiment returned as well," His words ended in a whisper, clawed hands carefully intermingling with pin-pricked fingers easily. "As much as I'm a fan of 'show, don't tell', this fellow cat would like a bit more 'tell' from you, hmm?" Not wanting to give in to any more temptations for tonight, he pulled away, lips quirking back into a Cheshire grin.
She was now more redder than ever.
"But! I- erm- I! Ah- come on! What's there to tell!?" Marinette couldn't help but stay glued on the spot, watching her Chaton crouch back on the balcony railings, leaving her completely flustered, riled up and unsatisfied. Her stubbornness and pride as well as her shyness was the only obstacles in her way from striding towards him, pulling him in for that liplock she madly needed!
"I dunno, you tell me," He absolutely knew that he was driving her crazy but didn't do a thing about it, satiating himself from the dilemma he's put her in like the mischievous kitten he was. "This cat's gotta scat now, ma princesse. Oh, and don't worry...I won't forget about tonight's lack of a goodnight kiss either...au miau-voir~!"
Dipping his voice lower than necessary mid-sentence just to make the poor girl's heart explode in a frenzy, the hero vaulted away faster than his namesake.
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"...Not fair at all..."
"If you wanted that kiss, Marinette, you should have just said so."
"Oh, it's not that easy Tikki! And how on earth did he make a stupid pun sound so...hot!?"
"Maybe you should try and become immune to it?"
"Again, easier said than done! Oh...he's gonna be the death of me..."
"...I'm so glad I'm not human- it looks so inconvenient at times." The little kwami turned a blind eye at her holder's mock glare, giggling away with a delicious half-eaten chocolate-chip cookie in hand, emerging from her little hiding space she often ducked to whenever Marinette was...busy with her partner. "If you're more honest with him, maybe you would...ah, what was that slang again...ahah! Get laid!"
"Oh come on Tikki, not you too!"
~(x)~
"He didn't hurt you, did he?"
The internet suddenly erupted with the severity of all the volcanoes in the world as soon as a video of Chat Noir protecting his Lady for the umpteenth time was uploaded, trending worldwide on every social media app and embedded into every news site. It was safe to say that it pretty much shattered the world wide web, all thanks to the dedicated Ladyblogger who was there at the right time and the right place.
From thousands of Youtubers reacting to the video faster than one can blink, to millions of Twitter users screaming incoherently with their hashtags and even the army of TikTokkers had their fair share of thirsting like a parched man searching for an oasis in a desert in the form of either an interesting dance move or plain old screaming into the camera with fancy texts and filters.
It wasn't just the glowing, defensive glare of his alluring eyes that had the fans howling and crying with desire. It wasn't just the way his deadly claws, known to annihilate anything in one swipe, gently cradled the heroine by the waist and cupped her cheek with a sweetness that should have given the reporters diabetes in an instant. And it certainly wasn't just the soft, soft, way his forehead touched Ladybug's that had even the most stoic passerby blush from the intimacy and the longing in said action.
No.
No.
It was the voice™️.
The drawl of unhinged possessiveness and infinite protectiveness that rose goosebumps in a flash. The slight growl and modest husk that caused hearts to skip a few too many beats or so. The utmost love and undying worship that oozed out in every syllable, causing cheeks to bloom in a beautiful hue.
Oh.
Not to mention, Ladybug's reaction.
Oh~
No one could even have the heart to blame how the usually headstrong, business-only, no-nonsense heroine turned into a stammering, speechless, extraordinarily cute schoolgirl on the spot. Her pale cheeks blossoming with colour and her eyes completely starry, teeth biting into her bottom lip hungrily.
"I-I-I'm fine, Chat. We've been through worse- let's not waste any more time and purify the akuma."
"...You have a scratch here, and here, and there. I know you're not gonna listen if I tell you to sit this fight out and I'm also incapable of taking this nasty akuma down on my own so please, be more careful, My Lady,"
The second that his lips abruptly captured hers for a brief but concise moment, Ladybug immediately became the envy of almost every teenager around. Her eyes were fluttered shut, clearly enjoying the kiss in a manner that was foreign to her untouchable image and the practised ease of the couple's movements were more than an indication that the thing between them has been going on for a very good while.
Alya thanked the fucking stars that she managed to capture this on camera.
Every. Single. Bit.
And has she been paying attention to her other OTP in life around at that time, she would have noticed how hilariously overprotective the blonde model was being with her best friend.
~(x)~
"-Six armed men, Marinette...six! What the heck drove you into taking all of them on without suiting up!? And also without telling me!? If that passersby never uploaded that video of you fighting them, online, you'd probably be bleeding out in an alleyway or something! And then what!?"
Ladybug remained silent, letting the panicked model rant as he tended to her light wounds with a grace that contrasted the sharpness in his concerned tone. The flecks of tears that were glimmering within his eyes hurt a thousand times more than the alcoholic wipes that were used to clean up the knife scratch above her brow.
'Have a bit more trust in me you silly cat- am I just as much as a worrywart when it's the other way round?'
Her suit hid the rest of her lacerations, many of which were simply fine papercut-like scratches and a few bruises from wrestling the burly men down. Despite that, she was completely okay and would have tended to her injuries herself had the blonde kitten not lost his cool over the situation and demanded that she came over to his house.
"...or else I'll come over to you as Chat Noir and bring you here myself- I don't care if 'marichat' starts trending on social media again if anyone sees."
She felt a smidge of guilt for worrying him so much, however...
"I know, it wasn't my best idea till date. But, there was no time or place to transform secretly and the poor boy was already surrounded by those thugs. I don't regret it at all and nothing you can say or do will make me think otherwise." The heroine then brought Adrien's trembling hands away from her brow, squeezing the appendages tight with a comforting smile as his sniffles filled his outrageously large room. "Adrien, if I didn't do it, then that boy would have never been able to get back home. A family could have lost a son today. And I would have never forgiven myself for it if I didn't take action, knowing that I could have made a difference."
She beckoned for him to take a seat beside her on his bed, her lips never faltering and his eyes were faintly red-rimmed from the tears being forced back. When he sat down, he was quick to put his head on her lap, face pressed against her stomach as he held her tight. Automatically, one of her hands rested within his golden tresses, soothingly combing the tendrils so that he can relax and calm down.
"I know...but that doesn't make it any less scary..." He burrowed his face in deeper, biceps flexing as he held her body tighter towards him. "I hate it when you get hurt."
"That makes the two of us. How many times have you made me witness you sacrificing yourself during akuma battles? Dieu, there was even that one time where you literally disappeared in my arms when I was like thirteen." Though her tone was lax, there was also an underlying hurt in between the lines which showed how much she was still affected by those events. "I was so scared..."
Adrien stiffened and then lifted himself using his elbows as support, peering into his partner's eyes without a flinch or any hesitation whatsoever. As if he was looking straight into her soul, an intimacy that they've breached so many times together.
"I don't like upsetting you either...but the difference between the akuma battles and what you just did is that your cleansing light always brought me back...and will continue to do so. A fight unsuited on the other hand? Without a magical supervillain? One wrong move and I could have lost you forever." Fluidly, he placed a hand on her cheek, furrowing his brows at the cut he just cleaned up, regret still gnawing at him for not being there for her since his père had him whisked away for an impromptu photoshoot. "I love you so much that I just want to keep you safe in my arms for eternity, even though you're way tougher and stronger than I can ever be."
"...I'm still here. I wouldn't leave you alone just like that, ever. And don't sell yourself short either! I have lost count of the number of times you've saved me- I'd say I'm still alive right now because of you. But just like you refuse to promise to stop taking hits for me, I can't promise to avoid dangers out of the suit either...in fact, had you been in my shoes, you would have taken on those thugs as well." Her expression was resolute, both of their hearts still waging the neverending war of their selflessness and inability to prioritise their own lives.
"Can you at least try...? Please? I've been getting better at pushing both of our butts out of harm's way during the fights," His thumb was now massaging her ear, fingernail grazing the powerful miraculous that adorned her lobes and his voice raspy. His eyes were pleading, still glistening from the residue of his tears and his heart thrumming within his chest.
How could she refuse?
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"Of course I can do that. As I said, I have no intention of leaving you at all. Never had, never will. I'll be by your side, always and forever." Ladybug's tone remained light but it didn't take away the meaning from her vow, an internal promise she's made ever since she's met him, the girl nodding to herself and pressing her cheek into his hand with her eyes peacefully closed.
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"H-Huh...?"
Adrien's muted exclamation caused her to open her eyes again, only for her brows to twist with confusion. His entire face took on a brilliant, beautiful raspberry hue, perfect lips parted in an 'o' and body completely sitting up in surprise with his hands on either side of her. Ladybug blinked, cocking her head inquisitively, trying to understand why he looked so startled.
"What's wrong? Did I do something or..."
"Marinette," Gathering his courage, the boy cleared his throat and crawled closer towards her, one knee between her legs and face a mere breath away from hers. He observed her for a few more seconds, summer greens flickering all over her face until they finally rested on her sky blues.
"Did you just indirectly...propose to me...?"
At first, his words didn't register in the girl's mind, the heroine still staring back blankly and blinking a few more times, a complete contrast to Adrien's flustered but expectant face.
"Eh? Propose? What do you mean-"
Suddenly...
...it all clicked.
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Always and forever.
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Always and forever.
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ALWAYS. AND. FOREVER.
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Those three words hammered her brain like a persistent woodpecker, her breathing elevating and her heart racing at a speed that could be described as impossible. Her complexion completely blended in with her super suit, lips sucked into a tight line and eyes watering with embarrassment.
"W-W-W-Well! I wouldn't sa-say propose- I just erm! You know- oh wow...I did indirectly propose..." She swallowed thickly, refusing to make eye contact with her elated partner, her fingers twiddling with the fabric of the duvet cover and her shoulders hunching around her head. "But that's so far into the future- hahaha! Oh wow is that the time right now? Oh gee, I should probably get home-"
Of course, Adrien wasn't her Chat Noir for nothing.
She didn't get to finish her sentence as he pounced on her against the bed, his loving arms bringing her into a devoted embrace, boyish giggles now filling up the room which was soon replaced by a pleasant purr. Ladybug let out a defeated sigh underneath him, bringing her arms around his neck and shyly smiling into the delightful squeeze.
It wasn't too bad that she got this hug at the expense of her mortification.
"Here's me thinking that it would take a decade for you to even say 'I love you' back to me, only for you to smack a proposal right into my face," He nuzzled his face into her neck, letting his lips brush against it spontaneously with his never-ending smile. "Come on, detransform, My Lady. I want to see your beautiful face before I kiss you," He emphasised with a chaste smooch on her mouth, sitting up marginally but still straddling her body.
Her heart was going to explode at this rate and frankly, she couldn't help but accept the overwhelming jitters and influx of emotions that travelled throughout her body.
That didn't mean that she was going to let the sass go.
"Maybe I like staying suited up," She shrugged, smirking at his adorable pout and lifted herself by the elbows so that she could meet his scrutiny better. "And I wouldn't call that a proposal- n-not a proper one- not that I'm saying I will propose- OR THAT I WON'T- I...I..." Her nerves were playing up again, eating away her faux suit of unadulterated confidence. She flickered her eyes away from his earnest pair and then back again, chewing on her bottom lip as she finally decided to stop playing around and to come clean.
No more messing around.
She dropped her transformation and willed her heart to take over for the first time.
"What I'm trying to say, Adrien...is that...yes. Yes, I meant everything that I said. I do want to be with you. I've always wanted to be with you. I want to stay by your side! I want us to graduate school together. I want to see what jobs or career paths you'll choose so that I can support you with my everything. I want to...I want to get a small flat where we both can live together- I should have expressed it to you sooner but I love waking up to the sight of your face. I want to achieve my dream job and have you right there next to me with that beautiful, beautiful laugh of yours. And...and...obviously, I want to walk down that aisle and see you right there in front of me...and then for us to be partners in literally every meaning possible..."
Marinette took a breath, this time her hand smoothing itself upon Adrien's cheek and wiping away the sparkling tears he's tried so hard to hold back earlier on. Her voice cracked as she continued to speak.
"And, I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. Will we be able to defeat le Papillon? I have no worries, I have you. Will I be a good mother to our future children? With you being the father, I absolutely will be. It's just...I feel unstoppable when I'm with you, Adrien...because...because...
...I love you,"
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Flashing another brilliant, tearful smile, Marinette brought Adrien down with her, kissing him with all her might and fervour, cherishing the way their lips naturally moulded together in a tango that they have played countless of times, moments that she would forever enshrine in her memories. Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he pulled away, only to apply butterfly kisses down her jaw, all the way to her sensitive throat, murmuring out his sweet 'I love you's and then reaching for her lips again.
She welcomed the feel of velvet and silk exploring her lips, the kiss quite endearingly clumsy like their first rather than the smooth, toe-curling ones that Adrien would go for in order to rattle her up.
"What took you so long, slowpoke?" He chuckled against her cheek, their matching grins making it harder to kiss properly. "Do I need to cry every time I want you to say such wonderful things to me~?" Adrien puckered against her nose and then flashed an exaggerated glower when his Lady snorted.
"I'm trying my best! You know how hard it is for me to say the things that are the most important...especially when it comes to you...idiot." She received another liplock from the lovesick boy, his tongue quick to deepen the kiss at an angle that caused her mind to reboot over and over again until all she could think about was him. Marinette couldn't help but wrap her legs around his torso as Adrien pressed their cores together with practised ease, his piano fingers engulfed within the fabric of her shirt from the back and his teeth nipping at her lips playfully.
"Mmm...but I'm your idiot...and you love me that way," His fangs were now seductively grazing her collarbones, his tongue flickering against the feverish skin from time to time, just the way she likes it. His voice, oh his blessed and cursed voice, held that familiar desire and want as he tugged on the insufferable shirt whilst simultaneously rocking their bodies in a manner that never failed to make her gasp out his name. The designer girl gulped, rouged cheeks set aflame as she realised what route this night was about to take, her Chaton already tearing off his shirt and dumping it elsewhere whilst watching her with that look.
Lush emerald greens gazed at her without an ounce of shame, allowing himself to observe every patch of her skin exposed to him as perfect teeth nibbled on his bottom lip which was already swollen from their kisses.
'What did Alya say...ah yes, bedroom eyes.'
"What's u-up? How come you took off your sh-shirt?" Marinette shivered from the heat of his darkened eyes, her back suddenly arching as he rocked a little harder and gripped her thighs firmly. She absolutely did not whimper when he leaned forward, pressing his chest against hers until their lips were brushing.
"Wanna find out?"
Oh, damn his voice!
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"Did...did those idiots just forget that we're up here? Like on the floor right above them? Eating delicious cheese and sipping on wine like the almighty Gods we are?"
"...Yep. Looks like they did- oh, oh...yeah they're not going to stop now."
"Aw hell no! They're defiling the bed! The very bed that I SLEEP on! I'm gonna go there right now and-"
"Plagg. If you get in between my holder's first chance at getting laid, especially with the boy she's been in love with for so many years, I will not be pleased.
"...I-I-I'm not scared of you su-su-sugarcube...I myself have w-wiped away the dino-dinosaurs and Atlantis a-a-and-"
"I will not be pleased."
"...Fine. I'll lecture them AFTER they're done."
"I thought so~"
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A/N: I did not plan that sappy confession at all nor did I plan in letting Marinette finally get railed by the tomcat but here we are I guess lads. Lemme know what you think in the comments! I'll proofread this like 24 hours later and probably will edit the ending a bit more by adding more flowery phrases or something lol. Not too much of a change.
Also, press F for Plagg.
The poor lad doesn't deserve having enthusiastic teens defiling his bed U_U
