Synopsis: It's a special day for Marinette and Adrien! Hopefully, an impatient groom won't make room for bad luck to make a bed in this marriage.

Author's Notes: I'm still on a roll! The week of one shots is still a go and I'm writing like a mad woman. This request was actually requested by crazyfanatic97 who also is my partner in crime with "Of Runways and Darkness." I hope everyone enjoys!

Sabine smiled happily in the mirror as she finished applying the make-up to her daughter's face. Tears dotted the corners of her eyes. She sniffled, dabbing them with the handkerchief she'd intentionally brought with her for the occasion. Marinette smiled and stood, "Oh Momma. Don't cry!"

"Only tears of joy my darling," she assured her with a pat on her hand. A knock came from the door and in popped the head of Alya, her wavy hair forced and tamed into a neat bun on the top of her head, her face too decorated for the occasion and the top of a bright red dress clearly seen from the two women's vantage point. She smiled at them.

"Sorry to bother you but Mr. Dupain needs to see you Mrs. Cheng. He said something about stepping over to Le Grand Paris to ensure everything was finalized for the reception." She nodded, gave Marinette a quick peck on the cheek, before following the other young woman out. She waved them off. Alya returned it with a wink of her own which made the half-Asian raise an eyebrow and wonder what her best friend was up to. There was no point in worrying about it now. She sighed when the door finally shut with a soft click. She shook her head and returned to the seat she'd just left, smiling at her reflection, and admiring the work of her mother from turning her from her normally undecorated face, to a mature looking woman ready for the day. Her admiration didn't last. From the window at the back of the room, a pair of familiar black boots appeared and in dropped one famous cat-themed superhero. She spun, eyes wide.

"Chat Noir! Adrien!" He smirked, standing. As he did, he softly ordered, "Claws in." Plagg appeared from his ring, grumbling about being abused as Tikki flew up to nuzzle him. She giggled. However, when there was nothing from the two holders, she stopped and looked down.

Marinette and Adrien stared at each other, eyes wide, faces red. Adrien was dressed in an all-black suit with a red tie. It was tailored perfectly to fit him as was expected of the son of Gabriel Agreste.
Now, she on the other hand, was a vastly different story. Mari took his breath away. Working with his father, they had created a dress to embody both parts of her world. The dress was form fitting, hugging every beautiful curve she had. The neck was high and accented in gold, as were the ends of the sleeves that barely hung off her shoulders. The fabric was accented similarly with the gold but in embroidered leaves and flowers which he knew for a fact she'd spent many a long night hand working. She had her hair back in a low bun. It too was covered in a red covering accented in gold. Her Ladybug earrings were still in.

Eventually, Mari found her voice, "A-Adrien Agreste! What have you done?" He blinked. A slow smirk crossed his lips as he moved forward, catching her in a hug. He buried his nose in her hair even as she struggled against him.

"I couldn't wait," he breathed. "I had to see you." She stopped but looked up, her blue eyes sparking with a storm of angry.

"Adrien, it's bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding!"

He laughed heartily. "Then it is completely clawesome I'm good at handling bad luck!" She swatted his chest. The mischievous look didn't fade from his eyes even as he continued to smirk. "If you're worried about luck, why don't I preform a spell to get rid of it?"

"What kind of spell," she hesitantly asked. He gently placed his forehead on hers.

"Close your eyes."

Marinette eyed him but did as asked. When he was out of sight, she felt him lift his forehead from hers. Suddenly, his hands were on her head, rubbing quickly. Mari gasped. Her eyes flew open. He had already taken off, calling for Plagg, and as he left out the window he'd come in, she ran to it, glaring up at him. "Adrien Agreste," she threatened, "You are in so much trouble!"

She stomped back over to the vanity to attempt to fix her hair, followed closely by the lovely sound of his laughter.

The ceremony went by faster than she had anticipated. Now, her and Adrien, hand-in-hand, husband and wife, as they left the sanctuary to ride in the waiting limousine over to the hotel where the reception would take place on the roof top, under the stars. The ride was quick. They had time though for an intense make-out session which made the Gorilla happy he couldn't see because of the tinted window between them. When they arrived, Adrien kissed the back of the hand he held and smiled. "Ready Mrs. Agreste?"

She returned it, "Of course Mr. Agreste."

The door was opened for them. Adrien stepped out first, holding out a hand to help her out as well. They entered the lobby where they were greeted and congratulated by some of the hotel staff who motioned them to the elevator which took them all the way up to their destination. As they stepped out, they were greeted by the friends and family members that had beaten them to the place. They waved. Mari immediately released Adrien's hand to hug her mother first, then Alya, as Adrien greeted his own father and then shook the hand of Tom. Their old classmates, Rose, Juleka, Mylène, Alix, Kim, Max, Ivan, Nathaniel, and even Chloe and Sabrina, appeared with congratulations for them. Nino hugged Alya as he smirked at his friends. The whole pool area was decorated with delicate red Chinese lanterns and a white tent covering long tables covered in white table tops. The dinner was eloquent; they had Marinette soup as a starter, followed by Peking duck, salad, bread, and simple deserts served after the cutting of the cake (where both husband and wife behaved and did not smash pieces of cake into each other's faces).

Marinette eventually tossed her lily bouquet back (which Alya caught which prompted her to wink at a blushing Nino) and Adrien did the garter (which Ivan caught and immediately blushed at Mylène for) and all the speeches delivered, Nino took the DJ booth and announced that it was time for the first dance as a couple.

Adrien held out a hand. Marinette smiled and allowed him to gently sway with her out on the dance floor. She tucked her head under his chin as the music played softly as they twirled on the dance floor. They didn't speak. Just like with their superhero personas, there was no need; each knew what the other was thinking and they were very aware of what they were thinking and feeling.

The night was cool and pleasant. When their dance ended, she danced with her father until all the mandatory dances were done and Nino was given free run of the music. Everyone joined them on the floor and Alya made sure to have her phone out to capture pieces of blackmail-uh-memories….

Marinette took the chance to step out for a breather. She walked over to the edge of the building where she leaned on it, gently petting the head of Tikki who came out of hiding to get a breather herself. The sound of heels approached her. She turned her head enough to see Chloe approaching.

Years ago, the girls had been enemies. When both of them had been given the chance to be heroes, things had changed, causing the both of them to re-evaluate their opinions of each other and the world around them. They weren't quite friends but they were much better than they had been. She leaned on the railing with her. Nothing was said for a moment.

"So you did it," she finally did. Marinette smiled and nodded, knowing immediately what she was talking about. It was no secret that the blonde had, like her, had a crush on her long-time friend and part of the rivalry had been about that very point; even Adrien getting involved and asking Chloe to step off had only done more to fuel the fire than anything else. It had taken the reveal and defeating Hawkmoth to finally get her to back off. She learned that her friend didn't love her like she'd loved him and she'd finally accepted it. Now, their relationship came with a silent understanding: Hurt him and I hurt you. Chloe sighed, turning to face the party. Her eyes unfocused. "I'm glad it was you. Adrien finally looks like the kid I knew years ago, happy and smiling like a dork. You were good for him." Before she could reply, she pushed off of the railing and waved her good-bye. "Take care of him," she called before entering the building and leaving the party for the evening. Mari smirked.

"Of course I will," she said to the air. Tikki smiled up at her. A set of hands caught her around the waist, and she turned to kiss the temple of Adrien as he ducked down to kiss her exposed neck. He smiled into her skin.

"You will what," he asked.

"Oh nothing," she returned. "Just assuring Chloe of something." He raised an eyebrow at her.

"Chloe? Didn't she leave already?" She patted his hand and turned to face him, raising her arms to hug his neck.

"Don't worry about it."

"If you're sure," he shrugged before kissing her nose. "We should get back. Alya's threatening to release some video of your bachelorette party if you don't make an appearance." Mari gasped.

"She wouldn't!" Her face paled and Adrien chuckled.

"I assume something happened?"

"Nothing you get to know about kitty," she panicked, pulling from his hold, to run back to the dance floor and stop her tipsy friend from ruining her life before it actually got started. Adrien followed. Mari made sure to raise the front of her dress but as luck would have it, she slipped.

She gasped. Adrien blinked as he watched his wife falling and not just anywhere. She fell straight into the exposed pool. The splash was loud enough that a few people at the party left the dance floor and stumbled over to the pool. Alya cackled like a mad woman, snapping pictures. She came back to the surface spluttering, her hair out of its bun, covering her face which was now decorated in running
make-up. He knelt on the edge.

"Mari! Are you alright?" He held out a hand for her. She swam to the edge and glared up at him.

"I told you it was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding," she hissed. He smiled and held his hand out for her again. Marinette judged it for a second before grabbing it and yanking Adrien in too. He fell over her into the pool. Everyone gasped. Adrien swam back to the surface and spluttered for a second. He stared at her as she laughed. His eyes narrowed. She swam out to him and smiled, catching his face between her hands. "Want to try something with me," she teased.

"My lady, whatever you have planned, I don't know whether to be scared or excited for."

"Good," she smirked, dunking him under the water, to meet him for a quick, sloppy, hard-to-actually do, underwater kiss before her mother finally ordered them out and off to change before they both caught pneumonia or worse.