I do not, and never will own Miraculous Ladybug. And I am not the wonderful Carrie Underwood, so the song isn't mine either

If you asked Adrien, he would have said it was all Nino's fault. After all, it was Nino who wanted to have his Bachelor party in Vegas, not to get outdone by Alya's Bachelorette's party. Well, maybe that wasn't what started this. It was not Nino's fault that Adrien had really needed a vacation, and had decided that he was going to make the most out of the Vegas weekend. He had been practically working himself to death since he had inherited his father's company. Black Butterfly Fashion.

No, actually, the reason it was all Nino's fault, was because he had introduced Adrien to Alya's very, very cute best friend. The very cute best friend that was the reason Adrien made time in his busy schedule to spend time with Alya, Nino, and Marinette. Nino kept telling him to go for it, and ask Marinette out, but she had always seemed so nervous around him. Which was understandable, he guessed. His family name was quite intimidating, especially for aspiring designers, like Marinette. With how nervous she seemed, he was sure she would turn him down. That's why he never asked her. Why put himself out there, just to be rejected.

Though, Adrien promised himself to at least ask Marinette out for drinks, while they were in Vegas. After all, they had been spending quite some time together, helping their best friends plan the wedding. And spending all that time together had made Marinette lose her stutter around him. So he thought that he may had a chance.

He practically rejoiced when he heard about the masquerade ball, seeing it as a chance to get to know Marinette better. And maybe, just maybe, he could fulfil his goal, and by her a drink when there. And, since it was a masquerade, she wouldn't be intimidated by his last name, and she could start getting to know him for him.

At the masquerade, he found her almost instantly. After all, she was the most beautiful woman in the room. He also recognized the Ladybug dress from a sketch Marinette had shown them on the plane ride to Vegas. It was kind of fitting, he thought. She was a lucky ladybug. And he was quite the opposite, a black cat. They were perfect opposites.

He hung around her the entire night, flirting freely, using cheesy pickup lines to make her laugh, as well as using as many cat puns as possible. Finding it freeing to be able to talk, and joke with her, without her stuttering, or avoiding him. She didn't seem to know who he was, either. And he was able to get to know her better, as well. As he fell deeper, and deeper in love with the energetic girl he was now affectionately calling "My Lady".

She started talking more, and more as the night went on. Sharing her likes, dislikes, and plans for the future. She started drinking as well, which only made her more talkative. And made him concerned some for her mental state. After all, she was really, really drunk. So drunk that she admitted she had a crush on Adrien Agreste, when she was a teenager, and probably still did.

And that was when he kissed her, then kissed her again, and again, and again, and again. Holding her close, as he wished to do since he met her.

"Adrien," Marinette breathed, when they broke the kiss, and he realized that she found out his identity.

"Yes, my lady," He said, reverently.

"Let's get married!" She commented, all of a sudden.

"Are you sure you want to?" He questioned, knowing she was drunk, but not how drunk she was. When she nodded, he made a split second decision to go along with her. He agreed, and they headed off to the nearest chapel. After all, he may regret in in the morning, but he knew he would regret it more if he didn't take the chance. While they were on the way to the chapel, he silently promised Marinette that he would give her a real wedding. With whatever she wanted. He would give her whatever she wanted.

Their wedding was officiated by a bad Elvis impersonator, but Adrien didn't mind. And neither, did it seem, did Marinette. This was turning out to be a much better day that Adrien dared to hope for. As he slid the ring onto her finger, he promised to love her forever, a promise he knew he would keep. And she promised to love him, Adrien Agreste, forever. Until death do they part.

It was only when they were heading back to his hotel room, did he realize that it wasn't right. After all, she was so drunk that she barely knew what she was doing. And if someone asked him why he married her that night, he would have blamed it on them both being drunk. Even though he didn't have a single drink the entire night.

"And why is there a man in your bed?!" Alya screamed through the phone, waking Adrien up. At first, he was sure the night before had been just a dream. A very, very good dream. But then he peeked up, through his hair, at his wife… HIS WIFE, video chatting with her best friend. Who had obviously noticed he was laying in the same bed as Marinette.

"That's the problem… I may have been slightly drunk last night." Marinette said, in a sheepish tone.

"I think the word slightly is a huge understatement. What happened when you left the ball?" Alya asked, and Adrien chuckled silently. If only Alya knew. "I don't know. I don't know who this man is. I don't know where I am…" Marinette trailed off, before lifting up her left hand, and showing off her wedding band. Adrien smiled in amusement at the scene he was watching. "And I don't even know my last name."

Adrien sat up, with a yawn, stretching. He definitely was going to answer that for her. And he wondered how she would react to it. He saw when Alya noticed him, her eyes going wide in recognition.

"It's Agreste," Adrien told her, his voice sleepy, a huge smile plastered on his face. Marinette dropped her phone, and turned around to look at him. Covering her mouth with her hands as she saw him sitting there, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He could hear Alya's cackling through the phone.

I got quite a few responses of you guys wanting more of this. And a few of you wanted this from Adrien's point of view, so here it is. I love you all, and as always, I would love to hear from you. - Alice O'Flynn