Prompts where; Mari doesn't know that Adrien knows that she's Ladybug but Adrien doesn't know that Mari knows that he's Chat and Alya doesn't know anything are my favorite.
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Prompt Eleven-33%
Marinette, as of a few weeks ago had begun to see similarities between the two boys but she wasn't about to admit that her perfect, gentlemanly Adrien was the flirty and not-so-suave Chat Noir.
"It's too hard! I can't do it Alya. It's impossible!" Marinette threw her arms onto the table-top in frustration.
"It's not that bad Mari." Alya rubs her friend's head affectionately.
Marinette glared up at Alya through her fringe. "I hate Physics."
"Hi Adrien!" Alya chirped, tapping her friend on the head causing Marinette to sit up and flush with embarrassment as her crush approached them.
"Hi Alya." He made eye contact with Marinette. "Hi Mari."
It had been a few months since he'd figured out she was Ladybug and he was still trying to come up with a way to firstly let her know he knew and then to let her know he was Chat. He'd been dropping hints left, right and center for weeks but she just didn't seem to get it. She had, however, become less skittish around him and he hoped it meant she felt less intimidated by him.
At first he was ashamed that he hadn't figured it out sooner, he did have his suspicions but the day after he accidentally saw her transform in the alley, his suspicions were confirmed and he started looking for Ladybug in Marinette and Marinette in Ladybug. The similarities were glaringly obvious once he was looking for them and he couldn't believe he'd missed them; her hair, the smattering of freckles that decorated her nose, the small frame with willowy limbs that didn't look threatening but could knock out a man triple her size in twenty seconds flat (as Ivan had found out during their martial arts sports day), the dip of her collarbone and the curve of her neck, but most importantly, the bright summer-sky blue eyes that stared straight through him making his chest pinch painfully as he tried to quell the butterflies that had made their home in his stomach.
"Hi." She replied, pulling her book towards her again in a feeble attempt to make it look like she was studying.
"What are you working on?" He placed a hand on the back of her chair, leaning over her shoulder, the smell of peaches and melted butter wafted up to him and his grip tightened on the chair, trying to keep himself from dipping his head and sniffing her shoulder. He never could tell if the peaches was her shampoo or perfume or just Marinette but he didn't really think now was an appropriate time to find out.
"Uh, Physics." She tapped her book with a finger, desperately fighting a blush. He was so close. "It's so awful, I'm so underprepared and the test is week after next."
I can help! Adrien's inner voice screamed at him to seize the chance to spend time with his Princess but the words caught in his throat. He coughed before feeling a surge of confidence as he reached for the charming charisma he finds behind the mask. Taking a sharp breath he grinned and shifted so he was leaning against the table beside her seat. "Allow me to assist you then."
"What?" She turned her head so quickly that he almost winced.
"Sureā¦" His confidence faded at her reaction and he scratched the back of his neck sheepishly and her cheeks burned because suddenly all she could see was Chat. "I like Physics." And I like you. He left the second part of that sentence unsaid.
Marinette, as of a few weeks ago had begun to see similarities between the two boys that held places in her heart but she wasn't about to admit that her perfect, gentlemanly, dream-boat Adrien was the flirty, adorable, not-so-suave Chat Noir. She'd tried to ignore all the signs, they way they-he?-stretched, the way they sat on ledges and windowsills, the strong hands that catch her when she falter, Chat's smirk that Adrien occasionally wears and the fact that Adrien had called her "Princess" on no less than sixteen occasions-not that she was counting-and most worryingly the kind eyes that always burned with undisguised affection even her dreams.
The revelation that they might be the same person had shaken her and as a result she had been unable to talk to either Adrien or Chat for a week, in one particular fit of hysteria, she had slapped Chat across the face for trying to help her stand after slipping off a roof because he'd smiled at her in a way that was so very Adrien and in the same day tore down everything Adrien related in her room and threw it away.
"Are you sure? I actually don't know anything at all it might be a long day."
Adrien winked and pulled the chair out from beside her, pulling her book towards him.
"No problems Princess we've got ages to work together right?"
Marinette's face burned and she looked to Alya for help, but the red-head was no longer beside her, though Marinette caught a flash of plaid as it disappeared around the corner.
"Yeah." She turned back to the blonde boy beside her, ignoring the fact that his natural musk reminded her of late Parisian nights and rooftop terraces with bluebell flowers and full moons that burned a silhouette with cat ears into her mind.
"So I guess you didn't do so well on the mock exam?"
"No." Marinette screwed up her nose in distaste. "No I didn't."
Adrien stared at her, seeing only Ladybug on the roof of the Louvre for a moment before blinking quickly and returning to Marinette and library.
"Do you want to show me? We can go over what you got wrong."
"I don't think that's a good idea." Marinette bit her lip. "You might be offended that I did so badly." She laughed a little, oblivious to the green eyes fixed on her lips before reaching into her page and handing him the test face down. He shook his head; a bright red set his face ablaze, as he ignored the pink lips that beckoned to him.
"It can't be that bad." He turned the paper over, ignoring the bright red '33/100' that was stamped in the top corner of the paper.
Marinette hid her head in her hands in shame. "I told you it's bad."
"Not to worry my lady, I'll help you out."
Her body twitched at the way the name rolled off his tongue, as though he'd said it a thousand times before. But then again, hadn't he? Hadn't she spent the last three nights writhing in agony because she was sure she had fallen in love with the same boy twice, but at the same time she couldn't allow herself to hope because what if she was wrong? Hadn't she desperately steeled herself against that dream because even she wasn't that lucky?
"I really appreciate it Adrien." She lifted her head and smiled at him, face burning.
"No-No problem." He choked on his words as her smile lit up the room, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.
The two bent over the mock exam, Adrien's block handwriting scrawled over the page with Marinette's neat cursive handwriting underneath as she attempted to answer questions herself.
"Like that?"
"Uh, not quite."
He placed his hand over hers as he took the pen from her fingers, ignoring the tingling he felt in his fingers that travelled up his arm like fire.
"So here, s equals the displacement right? So force is spring constant times the displacement, then the elastic potential energy equals the spring constant times displacement squared." He finished writing out the equation and handed her the pencil. "Got it?"
Her eyes widened in panic, she shook her head before rubbing her face-that was rapidly losing colour-with her hands. "No. I don't understand. Adrien I'm going to fail!"
"Hey, don't worry." He hesitated for a second before placing his hand over hers. "You've got two whole weeks and I can help you."
Marinette looked up at him, eyes panicked and teary. "Really?" She sniffed.
"Yeah, of course." He smiled reassuringly and stroked her hand with his fingertips lightly before withdrawing hastily. That was definitely not something Adrien would do. He fought back a grin as a bright red blush started at her nose and spread to her ears and neck in less than a second.
"Um." She struggled to remember how to speak. "Um, but you're so busy with your modeling jobs right?"
He shrugged. "Not a lot since my dad is in the middle of designing a new line. After my Chinese tutoring in the morning on Saturday I should be free until four if you want to come over?"
"What?"
"Well today is Friday and the weekend is the perfect time to work on it." He hesitated. "Unless you had other plans?"
"Yes. I mean, no. No, I'm free. I mean-"
Adrien chuckled and his mouth curled into a cheeky grin and Marinette's stuttering worsened. He looked so Chat-like. "I got it. Don't stress." His phone buzzed and he frowned as he looked at it. "Crap." He looked up at her. "I'm really sorry Mari, my driver is waiting out the front."
"Oh! No, no it's okay." She smiled.
He stood and pulled his bag over his shoulder. "Do you want a ride home?"
"It's less than a two minute walk to my house." She laughed.
To his credit he had the decency to look sheepish. "Oh yeah."
Marinette slipped the papers in her bag and the two of the walked out to the front of the school where Adrien's driver was parked, presumably playing the Kim Kardashian Hollywood app on his phone while he waited for his charge.
"Thanks for your help today."
"Hey you can pay me in pastries." He joked, nudging her with his hip.
She laughed. "Sure."
"I'll text you later."
"Okay."
She fidgeted with the strap of her bag and looked down at her shoes.
"Mari?"
Her head snapped up at his voice, he held his phone loosely in his hand. "I need your number to text you."
"Oh right!" She rattled off her phone number and he tapped the screen. Should I name it Princess or My Lady? He tapped the lettering quickly before she could see the name he'd entered.
"Come here." He took her waist gently and pulled her close, the selfie camera turned on. "For your caller ID." He explained.
A split second before his finger tapped the button, he turned his face slightly. The resulting picture was perfect, a red-faced Marinette, eyes wide, mouth slightly open with surprise as Adrien's lips made a small indent in her cheek, smug grin visible even from the side.
12-Dead Wrong (DO YOU WANT FLUFF OR ANGST THIS IS A VERY IMPORANT QUESTION?)
