Dabble in Drabbles 23: Are we good?
Adrienette reveal fic! All thanks to DJ Katt for her lovely prompt. This one's for you. ;)
Summary: Adrien comes in face with the truth. But how will he be able to confront it when the reason behind the truth can't even look him straight in the eye without freaking out.
"Well then, I have to bid you farewell for tonight, princess." Chat Noir said from his perch on her balcony. Marinette smiled at him, her eyes shining with amusement.
She leaned forward and rested her chin on her palm. "And what if I said I don't want you to go?"
Chat's heart skipped a beat as he gaped at her forward change of attitude. Heat crept up in his cheeks. "I – uhhh, didn't um-"
She threw her head back and laughed; the sound twinkling in the silent night. For a second, he could feel within him a familiarity in that sound, voiced out on top of the Eiffel Tower on a windy patrol night. But then he was snapped out of his thoughts as Marinette reached up and gave him a peck on the cheek.
"Bonne nuit, chaton." Marinette said with a warm smile.
Chat, not trusting his voice, just nodded and leaped off towards his big mansion, the press of her lips burning on his skin.
This was just another random night visiting a friend who stayed up late. This wasn't supposed to start something new. But with that simple gesture…
Inside him, the voice of denial was finally defeated. In its place stood the voice of truth.
Chat Noir – Adrien – was starting to have feelings for a certain classmate of his.
Maybe with even the same amount of affection he had for Ladybug.
This is not good! Not good! Pawful! Catastrophic!
Adrien had inkling that he was already boring a hole through his bedroom floor, what with his pacing back and forth, his mind running a hundred miles per hour. His hair puffed up around his head due to him running his fingers through it.
Plagg looked through bored eyes from the computer monitor as he watched his charge walk around in agitation.
"What am I going to do, Plagg?!" Adrien cried out, frustration laced in his voice.
"What?" Plagg replied back.
"I-" Red rose up in his cheeks as he stopped in the middle of his room and said in barely a whisper, as though he was afraid to admit it, "I think I like Marinette."
Now the redness had full-out blown on his face as he looked at his kwami, who in turn, looked back, apathetic. "Congratulations." And he went back to munching on his camembert.
"You don't get it Plagg!" Adrien growled out in frustration. "The big problem is that she doesn't know I'm Chat Noir!"
"So?" Plagg raised an eyebrow at him. "Just tell her you like her."
"I can't!" The boy protested.
"Why not?"
"She likes Chat Noir, not Adrien! Whenever she's near Adrien, she stutters and looks like she ate a worm or something. But when she's with Chat Noir, she speaks normally, flirts back, and is just so easy-going." Adrien sighed. "What's the difference? It's still me."
Plagg shook his head. Humans. "How do you even know she likes Chat Noir? Last time I remember, Ladybug also does those things with you, yet doesn't seem to reciprocate your feelings."
Adrien paused. He slowly looked at Plagg with wide eyes. The kwami realized his mistake to late.
The young superhero returned to moaning and griping about his love life. Plagg groaned. Out of all the Chat Noirs that the Guardian picked for him, Adrien had to be the one who complicated over everything.
Adrien flopped on the pillows of his bed. He mumbled, "This is so confusing."
"You humans are so weird. That's why cheese is so much better."
Thinking he had finally gotten his deserved silence, it was, once again, interrupted by Adrien's one of many (ridiculous) ideas. "I'll ask her opinion of Chat Noir as Adrien! And when I'm Chat Noir, I can ask for her opinion of Adrien!"
Plagg just shook his head.
"Hey Marinette-"
Marinette stared at him with wide eyes, squeaked and dashed inside the classroom. He blinked a few times. Okayyy…Let's try again.
He went inside the classroom and walked up to his desk. "Marinette-"
She ducked her head in her sketchbook, furiously coloring a design on the paper. He frowned. He exchanged looks with Alya who just sympathetically shook her head. With a twinge of disappointment, he sat down.
Several times throughout the day, he tried to get to talk to her, but for some reason, she stuttered out a few incoherent words and dashed away, red in the face.
The final bell rang for the end of the day and students quickly packed their bags, ready to escape priso –school. While everybody in the class had already left, Adrien idled around, waiting for Marinette to finish stuffing the assignment papers in her bag.
She ran for the door, but Adrien caught her arm before she could go. She jumped and whipped her head to stare at him in surprise – and was that a hint of guilt?
"Marinette," Adrien pursed his lips and then finally said what had been nagging in his head for the past months. "Do you hate me?"
Her eyes widened in shock as her mouth fell open. "W-What?"
"I know we got off in the wrong foot at the beginning of school, and I thought, after I had explained everything to you, you understood. I thought we had finally become friends. But then the next day, you were stuttering and looked like you didn't even want to be near me." He knew he was babbling now, but he wanted to get it off his chest. The Chat Noir questions could come later. "Did I do something wrong? Do you hate me? If I did something that offended you, I apologize. I just-"
Marinette had clapped her other hand on his mouth, causing him to swallow his next words. She was looking at him with shock and disbelief. "You – you think I hate you?! You – you're the most amazing person I've ever met – I can't even – I – how can I hate you?! How did you even think of that?!"
There was a light flutter in his chest as she glared at him, her cheeks flushed. He removed her hand from his mouth, a small smile gracing his lips. "So you don't hate me?"
"I love you!"
Both of them stared at each other, the confession ringing in the air. Marinette squeaked and tried to pull away, but Adrien had a strong grip on both her wrists. She was looking everywhere but at him. He was looking nowhere but at her.
"Marinette, I-" Adrien started to say, but then, her deep blue eyes gazed at him and he blurted out, "Actually, I'm Chat Noir!"
Marinette blinked.
Wait.
What?
That was what she had meant to say, but in her flustered state, it came out as, "Whuuuuh?"
Adrien cursed under his breath and stepped back, releasing her arms and held it up in surrender. "Surprise?"
Marinette was eyeing him, trying to piece together two personas she thought of as two different people. She said incredulously, "Are you kidding me?"
"Did you mean, 'are you kitten me?'" Adrien said automatically.
Marinette glared at him. "Not funny, kitty."
Adrien rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Sorry, I – um-"
A wide grin grew on her face as she leaped up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He stumbled back in surprise. "Marinette?"
"I can't believe it." She breathed out. "I had suspected for a while, but now…Adrien, do you like me?"
His heart stopped for a beat. His grip tightened around her and he gave a single nod. He felt her smile. "The Marinette me?"
"There's only one Marinette that I know." Adrien said in confusion. "Or are you saying that I'm mewstaking you for someone else, princess?"
"Your puns are just as horrible as Adrien." Marinette groaned.
"Well, Chat and I are one and the same." Adrien shrugged. "It just depends on which side shows what."
Marinette hummed in response. And then with slight hesitance, she said, "It's me, mon chaton."
Adrien was about to ask what she meant, when the way she said the words, laced with the same amount of affection Ladybug always called Chat Noir – Ladybug?
"My Lady?"
"Mon chaton."
Both of the stood there in silence, still in each other's arms. They felt each other's heartbeats, its rhythm syncing just like their feelings.
"Are we good?" Adrien asked. "Us? Adrien and Marinette? Chat Noir and Ladybug?"
"We're not just good." Marinette said with a smile. "We're better."
Where did the initial planning go for this fic? Oh well. I hope you liked it!
If you're noticing the lack of Marichat prompts, don't worry, I didn't forget. I'm just pacing it all out so there isn't too much Marichat in one go (since ya'll are naughty children for asking for sin!)
I stuff you all with fluff! You can thank me now because who knows what later will bring. ;D
See ya'll next time!