A/N: I wrote this a couple of months ago because sometimes I feel like the fandom glosses over just how visually creative Marinette is! She isn't just a fashion designer, she's an artist too so this was born lol. Enjoy!

"Even the flowers we've grown together
Will one day wither and die
And new buds will sprout
Like that, forever and ever
For all time
I want to be next to you"

Shikisai - Riria

Pairing - Ladynoir + Adrinette

Prompt - 'Galaxy'

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"Is something the matter, mon Chaton?" Ladybug's sudden quip had the feline boy jolt out of his smitten stupor and immediately a blush pink hue settled under the rims of his mask. Thankfully, he was quick to compose himself, swinging his belt tail in a manner that was supposed to be charming and his gaze now resting on the moon that glowed silently above them.

"Of course not, ma Belle~ I was simply lost in my thoughts regarding your wonderful, spectacular self!" His words held some truth hence why he was able to play off his split second of embarrassment and vulnerability and the boy assumed that his partner was more than happy to take it all in stride.

Unfortunately for him, his Lady was more than observant and also, he was the scrutiny of her peripheral vision of the night. She crossed her arms and took a few steps towards him, a ghost of a smirk playing on her glossy, rosy lips when she spied the bloom of beautiful pink illuminating his sun-kissed skin. He was definitely off his rocker and she couldn't help but indulge in this side of her sweet, loyal Chaton.

Indulge herself with the rawer and hidden parts of the boy under the mask.

"Oh? Is that so?" She was now almost chest to chest with him, straining her neck upwards just so she could meet the bright green gaze of her unfairly much taller and larger partner. Though, with the comical sight of panic running in those big, emerald eyes, the heroine felt so much bigger. "If I'm so wonderful and spectacular, how come you've only been staring at my hair in particular? Wouldn't you have been staring at my face instead?"

The way his pupils constricted to mere slits was her answer and her own sky blues simply glittered with mischief and curiosity. A side to the usually no-nonsense heroine that only her partner had the pleasure to see (as well as often fall victim to much to his dismay and her silly delight). Taking him out of his misery, Ladybug flicked his golden bell and her smile turned warm and soft. And as if she couldn't melt even further, seeing her Chaton relax and wait for the next words patiently could've turned her into goo.

He was so adorable.

"So how come you've been staring at my hair lately? Did something change about it? Something I've failed to notice?" Her quieter demeanour encouraged the boy to gently tangle his clawed fingers in one of her iconic ponytails, letting the dark tendrils loop around his digits and his emerald greens full of an intensity that made his Lady's heart beat far more beats than was healthy.

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"Did you know that under the moonlight, your hair looks almost blue..." His voice trailed into a whisper, his claws gently tickling the skin of her jaw before the hero decided to cradle her face with one of his hands. "...And that strands of it sparkle like the stars...?" He rubbed his thumb against her cheekbone, his faux tail tenderly looping sound her waist as she melted into his touch even further. "I just couldn't stop thinking about how you're like...like a galaxy of the most beautiful stars I've ever seen, Ladybug."

She suddenly lost the ability to breathe, so thoroughly taken aback by her Chaton's heartfelt confession and a beautiful, blush pink started to glow on the apples of her cheeks. She glanced at the stray strands of her dark hair in her peripheral vision, awe plastered on her face at the way the midnight locks wonderfully glittered under the moonlight and how the navy hue of the night sky gave her hair a wonderful, cerulean sheen.

"O-Oh..." Was all she managed to rasp, one fist against her chest to calm her discombobulated and shrieking heart, her entire being lit in a fire that made her want to soar the skies without the power-up suits. "I...I never...erm..." She was at a loss for words, her tongue limp in her mouth and her chest squeezing to the point where she couldn't take another breath. It was a feeling that always took over when she was in Adrien's presence...and now it was happening around Chat Noir too!? More often than usual, no less!?

"Sorry, did I make you uncomfortable?" Chat Noir lowered his hand from her hair, much to her dismay and averted those brilliant emerald greens of his. "It's kinda why I didn't want to say anything, My Lady. I know you don't like it when I go over the top or...you know..."

The sight of his adorable pout and the need to have some physical contact with him anew sparked Ladybug's mouth back to life and she couldn't help but talk without thinking.

"No! You, you didn't. You didn't make me uncomfortable at all, Chat Noir." She placed her hands on his, bringing them to her chest so that he could get a feel of just how fast her heart was beating (to get him to understand the way he affects her too because words were never her strong point). "And, I don't dislike it when you're over the top. Often, your timings are just terrible and you can be a little too persistent," A soft smile was quick to play on her lips at his sheepish expression, the heroine loving the way his faux ears plastered themselves to his blond locks and the sweet tickle of red that bloomed under his mask.

She stepped a little closer towards him, the only barrier between their chests being their tightly entwined hands and their height difference more prominent than ever. Ladybug couldn't help but admire her partner even more, loving the way curiosity and adoration danced in his eyes.

"Thank you for telling me this. I...I never really cared much about my own hair," She began, thinking back to how as a civilian, during her more insecure moments, she often eyed other girls' hair around her with envy. Be it her best friend's gorgeous, thick, lush hair and the autumn ombre that fired from the roots to the tips or the insufferable Chloé whose hair glowed with a healthy sheen and wore a bright, rich colour that could rival even the most expensive gold out there. "Thanks to you, I'll appreciate it more...so...thank you, Chat Noir,"

It was her turn to avert her eyes from his surprised face, her complexion very hot and practically matching the same hue of her suit. She could have ended it there and beckoned that they should carry on with patrol. She could have laughed it all off and he would have accepted it without a beat (forever understanding and unfairly kind when it came to her whims).

But her heart decided to take over and push her brain aside for once.

"You also..." She started quietly, watching him under her dark lashes and catching the way his own throat bobbed nervously. "Your hair...it's like the sun. Especially when you're standing in front of it...it's like a halo of gold...it's very pretty..."

Ladybug couldn't take it anymore, overwhelmed with her feelings about everything but especially regarding her Minou. On an ordinary day, he would have been able to catch her before she leapt away but unfortunately, her hushed confession rendered him completely speechless and before either of them knew it, she darted away faster than the speed of sound.

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But not before acting on impulse and leaving behind a new warmth against the shocked hero's lips.

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Chat Noir lightly pressed his fingers against his lips, unable to comprehend what happened and then his knees gave up and buckled beneath him.

"A halo of gold...? Moi...?"

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There were no words in the French dictionary that could ever describe just how much Marinette Dupain-Cheng loved Adrien's hair. Especially when the sun would occasionally peak through the dreary windows and highlight his fluffy, thick golden locks as if they were formed of actual precious gems and metals which then would scatter flickers of light around the room. A beautiful diamond.

She thanked all the stars in the universe that Madame. Bustier allowed them to do whatever they wanted for the next hour or so since they were actually ahead of schedule in terms of their curriculum and work. Now no one can chastise her for doodling when she should be working! And the cherry on top? Adrien and Alya were distracted by one of Nino's interesting stories to pay attention to her and what she was doing!

She used her best pens and pencils, carefully trying to jot down and blend every colour she could see and every shape and expression she could capture. Alas, not even the most skilled and experienced painters out there could ever fully capture the full essence of the boy who never failed to make her fall in love with him every single day-

"Is...is that me?" A familiar, awed voice snapped Marinette out of whatever trance she was in, making her literally jump out of her seat and trip over her desk, only to get caught by a pair of very strong (and very nice) arms. "Sorry! I didn't mean to startle you, Marinette!"

She was met with worried (familiar?) emeralds peering down at her as the boy held her like a bride and he didn't seem like he was going to let go anytime soon. Adrien continued to watch her with concern, his vibrant eyes scanning her face and body to detect any injuries or discomfort and when he didn't find any, he let out a relieved sigh.

"Y-Y-You can put me down now..." Marinette rasped, face redder than her alter ego's suit. She was so much of a mess inside, she was oblivious to the almost sad and reluctant expression her very good friend wore, the boy placing her back down gently but still keeping his hands on her upper arms.

It was then that Marinette noted that it was just the two of them in the classroom, the hands on the clock indicating that it was break time (hence why all the students have left) and the golden rays of the sun casting a heavenly glow upon the love of her life in a manner that was so familiar and rouseddéjà vu. A soft, sweet smile was present on Adrien's lips, the boy unable to help himself and tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear tenderly, all whilst intoxicating her with those brilliant emerald eyes illuminated by molten gold.

"Again, I'm so sorry for scaring you. The bell rang a couple of minutes ago for break but you were so immersed in your work, you probably didn't realise it. So I stayed behind to keep you company, hahaha..." It was his turn to feel a little embarrassed, scratching the back of his neck out of habit until his eyes landed back on her sketchbook. "I didn't mean to distract you from your drawings...they look absolutely amazing as always and I was wondering if...if you were..."

"...Yes. I was drawing you. I hope you don't mind-" She was interrupted by the way his eyes literally lit up and the way he clasped her hands with his excitedly, the girl almost expecting a pair of feline ears to pop up on his hair (a bizarre thought process that keeps popping up more and more often that she'd like).

"I don't mind at all! In fact, I'm so honoured that you chose to draw me of all people!" He was all honesty and sincere earnestness, a sweet rosy hue present under his eyes and the proximity between them taking away her ability to breathe. "It makes me really, really happy that you drew me, Marinette. Is it okay if I can have a closer look at the sketchbook? Please?" Oh, how could she ever say no to those pleading, large green eyes? Without a word, the heroine handed him her sketchbook timidly, averting her gaze under her dark fringe and her teeth chewing her bottom lip. She couldn't help the way her heart fluttered from the way he carefully took the book, his hands resting on her own for a few seconds and then finally indulging himself with the sight of her creation.

"They were done quickly and with limited resources so they're not polished or perfect or anything." Her heart was beating faster and faster, fingers fiddling with one another as she refused to see his expressions. The last thing she wanted was to see even a flicker of disappointment in his eyes and the urge to flee so that she can scream into her hands was so high. Marinette didn't expect his gentle hand to rest on her chin, a finger tucked under and the pad of his thumb barely grazing her bottom lip. He directed her gaze towards him, making sure that she saw that there was nothing but respect and admiration for her and her work within his eyes.

"Anything you create is perfect in my eyes. No matter how long you took to make them or how few the things you used. You've managed to capture me in your own unique vision and...I just can't explain how happy it makes me. You've drawn me in a way that makes me feel so beautiful. Thank you, Marinette." Just before he could say anything else, Adrien noted that there was another drawing on the previous page and he impulsively turned it over despite the designer's quiet squeak. His eyes widened once more with awe.

The drawing was of Chat Noir, brilliantly created and composed with a mixture of beautiful watercolours and inks and pens. The hero was smiling tenderly on the paper, the sun shining behind his figure, illuminating the edges of his suit and the ends of his hair and a brilliant red rose in his hands (a scene that only one person out there in the world should be able to envision since she's the one he gave the red rose to). What really stood out to him the most was the crown of light that shone the most above the hero's head.

"A halo of gold..." Adrien murmured out loud, not even flinching when Marinette took the book back with a maniacal giggle, hiding the drawing in her chest as she tried to come up with a couple of excuses and reasonings for why she had that kind of drawing in the first place. It fell on deaf ears as all that he could think of was how his many, many months of suspicions and hopes finally, finally came true and that the girl before him was the same one who feathered his lips with her own the night before like a fleeting butterfly. So he acted on impulse and followed his heart.

"-I swear it's just a silly drawing! Hahahah! I mean sure I believe Chat Noir is the coolest hero ever and he's my favourite and that he's the kindest and prettiest BUT it doesn't really mean anything- mmMPH!?"

And kissed her.

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"I know I've already said that your hair is a galaxy of beautiful stars...but your eyes? They're like the universe...my universe, my Lady,"

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Oh.Oh.

'Eeeeeep!'

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A/N: Hehehheeheeh