I do not, and never will own miraculous ladybug

I need inspiration. If you have a suggestion, or a prompt, please let me know. I would love to hear from you all. -Alice O'flynn

Adrien didn't know how he was going to tell His Lady that he was Chat Noir. He felt it was only fair. But he didn't want to give up on his secret so soon. He didn't want to make Marinette uncomfortable. That day was the only day she actually talked to him as Adrien. She usually stuttered, or ran away entirely. He was afraid that he made her uncomfortable, or that she still disliked him from when they first met. He wanted to change her view of him, before giving up his secret. He wanted to make her like him, and feel comfortable around him, before he would reveal his identity to her. And, since he loved her, even more now that he knew she was Marinette, he wanted to try and make her love him, before he admitted who he was. He wanted to make Marinette fall in love with Adrien.

"What could possibly go wrong?" Adrien asked himself.

"Well, for one, she might love someone else." Plagg piped in.

"I wasn't asking you. Shut up." Adrien said with a frown. What if his Lady, His Princess, was in love with someone else.

The next time he saw her was after school the next day. She was kept home from school, on account of her concussion, so he had to visit after school, before his next photoshoot. Her parents let him up to her room.

"How are you feeling today, Princess?" Adrien asked, when he saw Marinette resting on her chaise.

"A-Adrien?" Marinette said in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to check up on you princess."

"Why do you call me that?"

"Call you what?"

"Princess?"

"Because you are a Princess."

"You're not the first person to call me that," Marinette smiled. The more Adrien acted like Chat, the easier it was for her to talk to him.

"I guess I'm not the first person to notice." Adrien smirked, remembering when he called her Princess as Chat.

"I'm starting to like that nickname."

"Oh really, what makes you like it?"

"I like it since you are calling me it," Marinette admitted, being painfully honest. It was something the concussion caused.

"Then I'll call you that all the time, My Princess."

"I like the sound of that." Adrien smiled, although he noticed that she was acting strange.

"You're acting different than you usually do. Are you alright?"

"Of course I'm alright. If I'm acting different, it's only because my concussion. The doctor said that I would probably be acting a bit off until it gets better. He's given me medication, but that only makes my behaviour worse." Marinette said, still too honest. But that's what the concussion did to her.

"Oh, what is it that's changed about your behaviour?"

"Well, I'm a bit loopy. I'm glad that I had to stay home, since I wouldn't want to be at school like this. It would probably be bad, since if anyone asked me a question, I'd answer it extremely honestly. And that won't be a good thing."

"So… Are you saying that if I ask you anything, you will answer it, whatever it is?"

"Yes." Marinette frowned at the smirk on Adrien's face, realizing that she had told him too much.

"Then I have to ask you, why do you dislike me?"

"WHAT?!"

"Why do you dislike me?"

"Why would you think that I don't like you? I love you."

"You love me?" Adrien was shocked. "I think I have to go. Sorry. Goodbye Marinette." He left as quickly as he could, trying to figure out what was going on. His Lady loved him. His Lady LOVED him. HIS LADY LOVED HIM. He was freaking out.