Sometimes, Adrien feared that his love for Marinette was as true and pure as he thought it to be. If he was running around as Malin the same time or before Belle, he could say with loud, squealing pride that he was in love, that she was the one and they would be together forever, have two to four kids, she'd be a successful fashion designer, maybe take over his father's company and Adrien would be there as the support and shield for her and their children.

Maybe even be a physics teacher on the side.

It was a happy life he's sure they'd have.

But sometimes bitter doubt was there to lean on his shoulder and whisper in his ear.

What made him so sure that he truly did love Belle?

He knew about the peacock charm, the magic of it drawing admiration from all.

He doesn't doubt that that magic touched him.

He knows it did.

Lovely was the only word he could think of the first time he saw her on the news. She came put of nowhere, diving from the sky and catching his childhood friend after Stoneheart had thrown her. He could only watch, mystified and awed as the peacock heroine gently carried the girl down, the scarf that made her wings rattling in the wind.

When she introduced herself as Belle Bleue, he found the name fitting.

Lovely Blue.

No other name could fit her.

And the first time she saved him from Climatika, it was enchanting. The wave of her dark hair, gleaming blue in the light, the spark of her sky blue eyes, the adorable freckles dotted on her cheeks. Her tone was even and gentle, his heart fluttering at the sound of her voice. And he had been so conscious of her smaller frame pushing against his. The warmth of her being. Even if she left him sneezing, he was sure the peacock flew off with his heart.

And since, he's been longing to be by her side.

Even his first time meeting Marinette left him drawn to her, likely due to her miraculous.

First time they met she came on him in a fury, her eyes lit in an azure fire that left him jolting, scared and excited. And when she proceeded to ignore him that first week, assuming that he was like Chloe, it hurt. Maybe it was the peacock charm, maybe it was just him, but he couldn't stop till she listened, till she understood.

He couldn't describe the relief and happiness he felt when she gave him the chance, when she listened, understood, and apologized.

He first true friend in school.

His first best friend.

One he felt he couldn't leave, always had to be close and near. Had to be in touch with.

He really wondered if it was just her miraculous drawing him in.

And when his own miraculous came, an excited Vixx popping out and confirming that yes, he could be a hero and work with Belle; it was like a dream come true.

And it still was.

He was working with Belle, he knew who she was, she knew who he was, they were in love and happy and...

He still did wonder if his love was true or not.

Was it just some spark of her miraculous?

Was it born out of falsehood?

Was it-

"Those are some deep frown lines Kit."

He gave a start, looking to Vixx. She tilts her head cutely, peering at him with slanted violet eyes. "Come on," she beckons, "what's got your tail in a twist?"

He frowned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Do I..." he starts, frowning down at the fox tail hanging around his neck. He traces it. "Sometimes I..."

"Yeeees," she implored.

"Sometimes I wonder and fear that I, that I don't truly love Marinette," he confessed.

Vixx blinks at him, then cackles, laughing all the harder when Adrien stuttered back at her. "Oh Kit," she tuts, tail wagging. "You are so cute and sweet, you truly are a Sunshine Child."

"Vixx!"

"Have you ever thought of spending your life with anyone else?"

Adrien reeled away from her, looking disgusted.

Vixx just smiles, amused and sad. "Some things to know Kit. Just as you can't lie to a peacock, a peacock can't charm you." With a tilt of her head, Vixx states, "You're love for her is pure and true. Otherwise the instant you put on my miraculous, the peacock's charm would have been broken. She'd be just another pretty face."

"Really?" Adrien asked.

She nods. "Of course Kit. A fox only loves once. And our love is the purest sort. Believe me, there's nothing to doubt."

Adrien smiled, relieved. "Thanks Vixx."

"Don't stress yourself over such silly things, Kit," Vixx lightly lectures.