A/N: Wow. I didn't think I was going to get this reaction from an intended one-shot. It's made even more comical by the fact that I wrote four pages before deciding "nope, it's not funny enough. This should be funny." so I turned the serious/friendship story into what is now chapter 1. Glad everyone liked it so much. So when I got people saying "you can't end it there!" I simply couldn't disappoint.

"She's not gonna be happy tomorrow."

"You don't know that, Plagg."

"Yes," the hovering kwami said. "Yes, I do. It was nice knowin' ya, kid, because you're a dead man walking."

Adrien huffed. "You're so dramatic."

"No, that would be you."

"I am not."

"Says the guy who teased Ladybug within an inch of her life."

Adrien groaned. "Just go eat your cheese."

Not arguing with that, Plagg shot off like a rocket towards the mini-fridge.

If Adrien was being a little honest with himself, there was a likelihood his Lady-and-Princess was not going to be happy about that. However, he had way to much fun teasing her to even dredge up an ounce of regret.

Last week, when he had first overheard Marinette and Alya talking in the library, he hadn't a clue what to think. It took him half an hour to fully realize that his shy, sweet classmate, the one who he believed hated him, had a little more than a huge crush on him. An hour after that, he realized he was flattered. Beyond flattered, actually. After his photoshoot after school, most of which he spent spacing out much to the dismay of the photographer, he realized that her dream didn't sound so bad.

It was the next day he realized he had a problem. He had spent the night thinking about how a year or two of dating might help Marinette open up and feel comfortable around him, then he'd get to see that bubbly, sassy version of her he adored so much, that one he saw when he was Chat Noir. Speaking of that, he'd have to reveal that to her at some point, and while he thought he'd be nervous about even considering it, those nerves died down realizing that she could handle it. She was strong and capable enough to handle dating a superhero and trustworthy enough to keep that secret. It might not be the deal-breaker that he originally thought it was.

Then, when they were old enough, he'd marry her, because really, the thought of coming home to Marinette and her sweet smiles and warm hugs and what he was sure were loving kisses was far from an unpleasant thought.

Actually, considering how much of the night he thought about that, 'pleasant' might not be an understatement as well.

Father would certainly approve of her. She had raw talent and was eager to learn and improve, and she pushed herself and her designs to the outermost limit because she was just so darn passionate about it (which was, honestly, one of her most attractive features). Adrien had no doubt his father would approve of that. Someone who was as in love with the family business as he was. Because that would be the plan. Get Marinette connected to his father, which would automatically raise her high in the fashion industry. Then her designs would take her the rest of the way to the top. In the end, Marinette's biggest competition would be Agreste itself. Maybe then Marinette would take over the Agreste empire, or have her own line connected to the brand that she would run with when his father retired.

Or died, because Adrien firmly believed his father was such a workaholic that he wouldn't ever retire.

Adrien would help her the all along the way. Be by her side through every victory and failure. And love her through it all.

And then they'd have three kids. Three. The thought of that had him grinning like a lovesick idiot (yup, he'd admit it). She even had them named. Louis, Hugo—which he was partial to because it was his middle name and would have been his first had his mother allowed Father to name him—and Emma.

Emma Agreste.

Just like his mother.

Did she know that, too?

Then she mumbled something about a dog and a…hamster? He couldn't hear her correctly, but he wanted a cat, so surely they could come to a compromise. No hamster, cat instead. That sounded reasonable.

It was two days after he had overheard that conversation that he knew he was in trouble because it all started to sound good. Really good. Having a town house, settling down with his Princess, starting a family, encouraging her while she chased her dream. Maybe he'd even find one of his own to chase, one that didn't include modeling. And he fully believed she'd encourage him. That's just who she was.

All too suddenly, her dream became his. He fully adopted it and was sculpting it out in his own mind. Which only caused chaos on his heart, because it belonged to Ladybug. Right?

It threw him into torment for the next few days.

Until the latest akuma attack, when Ladybug had all of thirty seconds to find a hiding spot and ran straight into the first door they crossed. The second the door shut, he tried to turn away but caught a slight glimpse of her before he could.

And, well, curiosity killed the cat.

So he stole a quick look through the window. His heart stopped when he spied Marinette. His Princess. The girl who had been wreaking havoc on his heart, mind, and soul for the past week.

And just like that, it was decided. Adrien would pick up the dream and run with it. Madly, desperately. He'd pursue her to the ends of the earth if he had to, just so that he could make her dream a reality, and so he could live it with her. Because in that moment, he wanted nothing more than that. He wanted everything she had to offer, and maybe together, they'd have even more than that.

His heart nearly thudded out of his chest at the thought.

It was so hard to hold it in at school. So hard. Nino often caught him staring at Marinette. And the goading was bordering on be too much. At each available moment, Nino was practically shoving Adrien into the shy designer. Adrien had never been so glad for photoshoots at the end of school. They were the perfect escape in time so that he could plan out how he was going to make his intentions known without Nino's harassment.

He already had enough of that from Plagg.

Tonight hadn't been how he planned to do so, either, but when he caught sight of the "for sale" sign on that little townhouse, he just couldn't help himself. All those dreams flew to the surface while he wondered if now would be too early to actually buy the thing.

Come to think of it, he'd never seen his Lady so red before. It did things to his pride.

He really didn't know how she was going to act tomorrow. Hopefully, she didn't hate him, and Plagg was just over-reacting.

Too bad the more he thought about it, the more he thought that little kwami might be right.

It was well into the morning when he flipped over and groaned into his pillow. "I'm an idiot."

"You have no argument from me."