A/N: You wanted it, and I had the urge to write some more xD
Part 2
The rustling of blankets caused the young ravenette to stir from her deep slumber. She wearily opened her eyes and found the room was plunged into darkness.
She heard the soft sounds of a body leaving her bed, her strangely comfortable bed that she couldn't remember ever being so soft.
Her heart pounded when she remembered.
The Oracle, the prediction, the mansion, the husband.
Her incredibly gentle and loving husband, who whispered sweet nothings in her ear during their passionate lovemaking and who peppered her neck with kisses and love bites, but making sure to give her lips the sweetest of attentions.
Her blush faded when she was brought back to reality and heard the quiet jingling of a bell. Come to think of it, she heard it last night as well.
"Adrien?" Marinette mumbled, still groggy from sleep.
"Right here, Princess," his warm voice answered in the dark. "I'm sorry I awakened you."
She felt the bed dip in weight and her hand being held then lifted.
"Go back to sleep, it's too early to wake," he tenderly whispered before giving her knuckles a kiss.
"Then why are you?" She asked, eyes closed. His suggestion was all too tempting as she snuggled deeper into the warm and mushy pillow beneath her head.
"I have to leave, it's almost dawn," he replied. He released her hand and she felt him get out of the bed.
"Why do you have to leave?" She murmured, his answer disappointing her and causing her to open her eyes again, even though she still couldn't see him. "I thought a husband stayed with his wife the next morning. Did I do something wrong?"
That's what Alya had said. She said that Nino didn't leave her side for a week after they had gotten married. So why was Adrien leaving hers?
"No!" he protested, getting into the bed again. He cupped her face with his hands and she felt his forehead press against hers.
"No, you didn't do anything wrong," he continued, quick to dispel her worry and insecurity. "Believe me, there's nothing more I want than to stay by your side all day, but I have work to do. I promise I'll be back tomorrow night."
She smiled at his declaration, but couldn't help but be curious. "What do you do?"
"I'm...ah-a sender of sorts," he replied mysteriously.
"A sender?" she repeated, raising a brow.
"Yeah, a sender," he affirmed, although it sounded like he was trying too hard to convince her. "I really should get going. Plagg and Tikki will take care of you, as always."
Marinette nodded. "Alright." She didn't want him to go, she wanted to get to know him more and spend the day with him. However, she was fully aware that sometimes you didn't get what you wanted in life.
His warm mouth enveloped hers in a kiss that caused her to melt into the affectionate gesture. She closed her eyes and tried to return it just as lovingly, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him closer.
She felt it was all too soon when he pulled away.
"I'll see you in a few hours. I love you," he bid before leaving the bed. She didn't have the chance to answer when she heard the sound of his footsteps, then silence.
Seconds later her sight returned to her, allowing her to see the rays of the new dawn peeking in her window. She observed the haphazardly thrown sheets on her bed, finding her nightgown in between tufts of blanket.
But when she reached up to grab it, she recoiled as she felt a soreness in between her legs, causing her to groan quietly in pain.
"Oh, Marinette," she heard a voice suddenly coo. The blackette flinched in surprise when she saw Tikki fly to her, looking worried. "I hope you're not hurting too badly."
The little kwami couldn't help but worry if her master had been gentle enough in his ministrations the night before. She knew Marinette was scared and confused, so she hoped he wasn't too rough with her, instead proving himself to be patient and caring.
Marinette shook her head. "I'm fine," she replied. "It's nothing, really. Thank you, Tikki."
"No problem at all," Tikki chirped with a smile. "Would you like to have a bath prepared, or continue sleeping?"
Marinette observed the growing rays of light, blinking away her weariness. She lived in a bakery all her life and had to wake up early almost everyday to help her parents. It was going to be hard to break that habit.
"I can draw the bath by myself," she answered. "Thank you, though."
Tikki nodded. "Alright. Plagg and I will prepare your breakfast while you bathe. Have a relaxing time!"
With those parting words the little creature zipped away and out of her room, not even bothering to open the door. Instead, she flew right through the wood! Marinette couldn't help but not be surprised. With all that has happened to her so far, she doubted anything else could rattle her at this point.
...
Chat Noir remembered the day his immortal life had changed forever.
His longtime friend AntiBug had been in one of her irritated moods, it was honestly nothing new. While she seethed in front of the mirror in her room, glaring at her reflection, Chat lounged comfortably on a cushioned chair with his eyes closed.
"This is ridiculous!" she hissed angrily. "How could they think she's more beautiful than I?!"
"Who, my friend?" the feline god lazily returned, although he had a feeling he knew the answer. He figured he might as well bite and give her the attention she wanted.
"Marinette Dupain-Cheng," she all but growled, spitting the name as though it were the most foul poison. "The mortals are still claiming that she's more beautiful than I am. Me, the goddess of beauty itself! It is an outrage!"
Chat Noir shrugged indifferently. "Why should you care what a few insignificant mortals think?"
"Why should I care?" she repeated, turning around in her vanity stool to glare at him. He held back an annoyed groan.
Here we go again.
"I care because my temples are being neglected!" AntiBug fumed. "This mere mortal girl is receiving attention for her beauty that I should be receiving! How could they think her to be more beautiful than a goddess?"
"You have to remember that mortals are often stupid creatures," Chat calmly reassured. "Relax. She'll grow old and soon enough the people will ignore her and favor you again."
"You know I'm not a patient person," she grumbled. "I can't just ignore this treachery and treason! I must..." she paused, her blue eyes taking on a new light. She looked over at her companion who hadn't opened his eyes during the entire ordeal.
Her glossy pink lips curled into a sensual smirk. She pulled down the straps of her dress so that they rested just below her shoulders, letting her breasts become just all that more noticeable. She daintily crossed her legs and lowered her eyelids.
"I must be distracted," she purred. "Adrikins, would you be so kind as to help me with that?"
Chat finally opened his viridescent eyes, shooting her a sidelong borderline glare, ignoring her provocative pose. How was it she was able to turn any topic into offering sex?
He was also starting to regret giving her his true name.
Chloe, meanwhile, hadn't been deterred by his lack of enthusiasm for her hint. She knew he had never taken a woman to bed, but she was the embodiment of beauty. He had to crack sometime.
She honestly didn't understand his rejections to women. He was the most handsome god of them all, with his hair that rivaled the color of the sun, and eyes that shone like the brightest jewel. His lips were just that perfect amount of full and pink to entice any female, and don't even get her started on the muscles outlined in his black ensemble.
The goddesses practically threw themselves at him, yet he didn't even bat an eye in their direction. She briefly had a theory that he preferred men, but he didn't seem to swing that way, as he never made any advances upon them.
Despite the seemingly impossible chances, she was determined to be the first woman to have sex with him.
"I appreciate the offer, but I don't see you that way Chlo," Chat answered, leaving AntiBug to narrow her eyes as she faced yet another rejection.
"Well why not?!" she snapped. "I'm the most beautiful goddess, you're the most handsome god! It only makes sense that we have sex together."
Chat's eyes widened in shock at her revelation. "Are you serious? Wait, forget I said that, I know you are." He sighed. "Chloe, I'm just not interested in you. I'm sorry."
"Are you even capable of showing interest in women?" AntiBug scoffed. "You've never taken on a lover, after all."
Chat's eyes turned into annoyed slits. "Contrary to what you may think, I am. I just haven't found the right woman yet."
He didn't bother to wait for an answer, instead choosing to close his eyes and lean his head back against the arm of the chair. Meanwhile AntiBug resolved to look back at her reflection in her mirror, thinking of what she could do to get revenge on that girl.
She could take away her beauty, but that would be too easy. No, she wanted the girl to truly suffer. Make her regret receiving all that glory and praise that rightfully belonged to the blonde.
Make her suffer for the rest of her life. Make her think that when something was going just right, it would be ripped out of her grasp.
AntiBug darted her icy blue eyes to the blond relaxing in her chair.
She smiled wickedly as an idea sprouted in her mind. She just happened to be friends with the god of destruction and bad luck. How fitting for the type of punishment she had in mind.
"Oh, Adrikins..."
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Chat Noir couldn't help but be glad to bring his latest victim a serving of his idea of luck. Once he cursed this Marinette Dupain-Cheng to a life of the most rotten and horrible luck, along with destroying the one thing she loved most, he would never have to listen to another one of AntiBug's rants about her ever again.
His dark clothing blended in perfectly with the night sky. Well, it would if he rendered himself to be visible. Ah, such were the powers of a divine god. The ability to make yourself unseen to humans.
He traveled all the way to the modest bakery that AntiBug had directed him too. Finally, he had reached the top floor, and walked right through the glass doors of her small balcony to go into her room.
He observed the room with his night vision. It was small, with scraps of fabric and sewing needles everywhere, along with the occasional sheet of paper with some sort of clothing drawn onto it. He had to admit this girl was talented.
His eyes flickered to the bed, where it held his feminine target. He crept closer, curious to see who the girl was that could compare to AntiBug's famous beauty.
When he got close enough, he nearly gasped.
Straight, raven hair thrown around the single pillow she rested on. Long, dark eyelashes rested against pale cheeks with just a hint of rosiness to them. Her lips were full and tantalizingly pink, forming the perfect pout that was made to be kissed. Small, almost unnoticeable freckles danced along her button nose.
He swallowed, blatantly staring, before tearing his gaze away from her and shaking his head in denial. He never felt anything for any female mortal or goddess, who there were plenty of with great looks, so why was his heartbeat suddenly quickening? Why was he feeling such a bold attraction to her? And why did he have a desire to see what her eyes may look like?
Would they be a dark brown, almost black and like a void? Or green, like the grass? Or blue, like the sky and oceans?
He suddenly couldn't bring himself to hurt this girl, Marinette. How could he curse this innocent maiden to a life of bad luck and destroy what she loved most?
But AntiBug was adamant about the girl's downfall. And she was his friend...
Marinette suddenly moaned in her sleep, prompting the cat-god to stand extremely still in worry of alerting her of his presence.
He pushed the thought of wanting to hear that noise again into the back of his mind.
She wearily opened her eyes, staring right through him, to the balcony right outside.
His mouth hung open when he saw the beautiful sapphire color of her eyes. Even though they were dulled with fatigue, their beauty still shone. He could only imagine what they looked like when brightened with excitement.
She closed her eyes again and yawned, snuggling deeper into the pillow before resuming her sleep.
He bit his lip in indecisiveness. He couldn't hurt this girl, he just couldn't.
He...
He liked her.
Shit. He liked her. He finally had feelings for a woman, and it was one that AntiBug had a personal vendetta against.
Just his luck.
He scowled and turned away, opting to leave the room and begin to return to his own. He never planned for this to happen, never expected it to happen. He never expected to be attracted to anyone, even though he knew he was capable of loving. He just didn't think it would happen so suddenly.
However, he wouldn't just blindly rush into this. He may be attracted to her beauty, but her personality would be the key.
He closed his eyes and grit his teeth. He was sent to make her life miserable, and comes back practically in love with her?
Just his freaking luck.
Then again, he thought, opening his eyes, it couldn't be so bad. Would it really be that bad, to have a woman he loved and cherished in his arms while she was just as deeply in love with him?
A smile slowly but surely made its way on his face, as each new possibility entered his mind, every one better than the last.
He was going to have to keep an eye on this girl.
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"Adrikins, did you complete my task?"
"Yes," Chat lied smoothly. "She will lead a life of misery and pain."
AntiBug grinned wickedly. "Excellent. And this means she will be lonely too, yes? I want no amount of happiness in her life."
"Don't worry," the embodiment of bad luck assured with a sly smirk and a cunning twinkle in his emerald eyes. "No mortal man shall ever claim her."
...
A few days turned into a week, and then two, until finally a month had passed.
Marinette loved her time in the mansion, finding Tikki and Plagg's company to be fun and enjoyable. It was even better when every night her husband came to her side, as loving and kind as ever.
When they weren't performing any acts of love, they talked to one another, finding out their likes and dislikes and any other personality quirks.
She was intrigued when he admitted to her that he liked physics, and he was just as interested when she expressed her desire to become a professional seamstress. Sometimes they just talked about their pasts, well, what her husband chose to disclose, anyway.
"I remember I used to be acquaintances with an artist," Marinette told. "He was really nice, yet didn't interact with others very much. For some reason, whenever he was around me, he'd get really red in the face and stumble on his words."
She frowned at the memory. Nathanael really was a nice man, and she never treated him unkindly. She didn't understand why he didn't linger long around her.
She became worried when her companion didn't say anything.
"Adrien?" she asked. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied, although his tone had considerably hardened.
She let out a small gasp of surprise when she felt him pull her closer and roughly connect their lips. She blinked, immediately noticing how this was different from his usual kisses. They were always searing and passionate, she could feel the undying love dedicated to each one.
But now as he moved his mouth against hers in such a demanding way, as though seemingly trying to prove something, she couldn't help but lightly push him away.
"Adrien?" she repeated. "What is it? Why are you mad?" His temper had been obvious, even though she couldn't see him. His kiss proved that much.
"I'm not mad," he huffed. He didn't offer anything more before leaning away and lying back down on the bed.
Marinette thought with furrowed brows of what could've possibly set him off. He had been perfectly fine, up until she revealed her acquaintanceship with an old friend.
She paused, eyes widening.
An old friend who was a male...could it be possible that her husband was jealous?
The possibility brought out an amused giggle out from her lips. She heard him shift and ask in an annoyed tone, "what's so funny?"
"Could it be that you are jealous, Adrien?" she inquired, her giggles not letting up.
"Jealous?" he voiced, slowly pronouncing the word on his tongue as though he had never used it before. "I'm not jealous." He continued more quietly, "I don't get jealous. I've never been jealous."
"Alright," Marinette agreed, playing along. She grinned and reached out a hand, using it to find him in the dark. Once she found his toned chest, she guided her hand up until she reached his face. She moved closer to him and leaned down her head, pressing a teasing kiss to his nose.
"There's nothing to be jealous of," she reassured, her amusement dying down until all that was left was a fond smile.
She rested her head against his chest and breathed in his scent, something buttery and otherwise completely foreign. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly.
"I never liked Nathanael in that way. The only one I've ever loved is you."
She heard his breath hitch.
"Do you mean that?"
"No," she denied, holding back her snickers. "I lied. I actually left a ton of lovers back home, and still can't decide which of them my heart belongs to. Of course there was Nathanael, and Nino, and Ivan, oh, and this older man named Theo-"
He cut her off by flipping them over so that he was hovering above her. She felt his arms caged around her head and couldn't hold back her laughter any longer.
"Well then," he murmured ominously, yet she could hear the smirk in his voice. "I guess I should do everything in my power to eliminate them from your mind. So that the only man you can ever think about is me."
He leaned down and started to pepper her neck with kisses.
"It will be no easy feat," she managed to breathe, her eyes already closing and her hands going for those thick locks she loved to lose her fingers in. "They were quite skilled in their affection."
"Trust me, Princess-"
She gasped when he bit into her neck.
"By the end of the night you won't even remember your own name."
...
Marinette truly loved her time with Adrien and the kwamis. Tikki and Plagg were always there for whenever she wanted to talk (even though Plagg always acted less-than-enthused) and Adrien was quite perhaps the best husband a girl could ever want.
However, she was starting to get homesick. She missed her family and friends terribly. It didn't make the situation any better to know that they most likely had no clue she was actually alive rather than dead at a monster's hands.
She couldn't take it anymore, and had to plead her case to her husband.
"Adrien?" she asked uncertainly.
"Yes?" he replied, curiously.
"I wanted to ask you of something..." She bit her lip, nervous for his answer.
"What is it, Princess?" He sounded concerned.
"Tikki and Plagg are wonderful companions during the day. But I miss my friends and family. Could I have them visit?"
"No," he refused immediately. She flinched at the stinging rejection.
He continued speaking in a softer tone while his knuckles grazed her cheek. "I'm sorry, Marinette. But I cannot allow any visitors here."
"Why not?" she retorted, growing frustrated. Did he not understand that she would most likely miss family and friends when brought here?
"Because they'll turn you against me. I know what's best for you, you must listen to me."
"Maybe I don't want to listen," she spat, crossing her arms and turning over so her back was to him. She knew she was acting childish, but she couldn't bring herself to care at the moment.
"Why don't you trust me?" she snapped. "I speak and lay with you despite not knowing your face. I don't know your full name, where you come from, what it is you actually do for a living, or even how old you are. You've asked for a lot of trust from me, it's only fair that it is returned."
The air around them turned into a dead silence. She didn't feel or hear Adrien move, or even breathe. She fumed in the silence, her nails digging into her arms and her sapphire eyes pointed in front of her to where she knew the vanity to be.
At long last, she heard him sigh.
"You're right," he admitted sorrowfully. "I've asked so much trust and faith from you but have hardly given you the same in return."
The ravenette tensed in anticipation.
"I will allow one visitor to be brought here tomorrow."
One person only? She would take the opportunity, the face of her best friend instantly flashing in her mind.
"Alya Lahiffe!" She exclaimed happily, turning over and fumbling in the dark to give her husband a hug. "Please, bring Alya!"
He caught her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"As you command, my Princess," he returned grimly. But she was too overcome with joy to notice his somber mood.
...
Marinette waited outside in the golden sunlight for her best friend to arrive, just as Adrien had promised her she would. Tikki and Plagg took a day off away from the mansion, wanting to leave the two girls to their happy reunion alone.
She gasped and bounced on the tips of her toes when Alya finally arrived, held by a strong wind. The girl was grinning madly from excitement, for it wasn't everyday someone got to get a ride on the wind.
"Oh my gods, Marinette!" Alya screamed when she was safely deposited on the ground. She tried to run, though her large belly prevented her from doing so. So Marinette took over for her, running and hugging her as tightly as she could in her current condition.
"I can't believe you're actually alive!" Alya let out happily, tears gathering in her cheeks. "I never thought I'd see you again."
"I'm alive and well, Alya," Marinette promised with a teary smile.
It was at that moment that her friend backed away to stare at the impressive residence. She whistled appreciatively as she took it in, causing Marinette to fidget bashfully.
"Well, you're definitely alive and well, from what I can tell," she marveled, at both the mansion and her friend's new, expensive wardrobe. "Your husband must be very wealthy to be able to afford this. What does he do?"
"He's a sender," she replied, despite knowing that Alya wouldn't like a vague answer. She cringed as she waited for the barrage of questions to start.
"A sender? What kind of-"
"Come on, let's go inside!" The blackette interjected, wrapping an arm around the curious woman's shoulder and ushering her inside. "All this standing can't be good for the baby or your back. Let's sit, and I'll make us some tea."
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After Alya had told of how she got there-
"This wind just picked me up, right outside my house! Nino was so surprised he couldn't even move! I was terrified, but was so happy to see where the wind took me."
-she decided it was time to get down to the important things.
"So tell me about this husband of yours," Alya prodded with a mischievous smirk, taking a sip of her tea afterward. They were sitting in luxurious chairs in the grand sitting room, right across from one another.
"Well," Marinette mumbled, squeezing her teacup in her grip. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything!" Alya explained with an excited gleam in her eyes. "I want to know all about him. It's part of the best friend rules, to tell each other about your husbands."
Well, Alya fulfilled her part of the deal. Marinette supposed she could give Alya whatever she could in return. She just hoped the girl wouldn't judge her too harshly for have never seen him.
"His name's Adrien," she started. "He's very sweet, and kind. He likes physics and he's a sender."
Did she really know nothing beyond that? She was aware his favorite color was green, and other small things, but the major stuff? Not at all.
"Come on, Marinette, details!" Alya crowed. "What does he look like? Is he tall, dark, and handsome?" she asked slyly, wriggling her eyebrows.
She faltered with her words, not wanting to lie, but she couldn't tell the truth either.
"I-I...um-d-don't know?"
Alya's brows furrowed. "What do you mean you don't know? You've seen him, haven't you?"
"Umm..."
"Oh my gods," Alya breathed in horror, bringing a hand to her mouth. "The Oracle was right."
"What do you mean?" Marinette asked, a pit of dread settling in her stomach.
"You married a monster!" Alya proclaimed fearfully. "That's why you haven't seen him, he's the monster you were fated to marry!"
"Adrien's not a monster," she protested vehemently. "The Oracle was wrong. He's the sweetest, most loving man I've ever known. He couldn't be a monster."
"It's all an act, don't you see?" she hissed, trying to get her point across as she lowered her teacup to the table in between them. "He's only pretending to care for you, and he's using your innocence against you. When you let your guard down, he's going to kill you! Maybe even eat you."
The young woman shook her head in denial. "No. No, he loves me. I know he does, and I know he's not a monster."
Then why was she slowly becoming afraid of this theory, of it's possible truth?
"Why don't you think he's ever allowed you to see his face?" Alya countered. "It's to cover up how monstrous he looks."
"He felt like a man," Marinette mumbled, blushing as she recalled all those nights filled with passion with Adrien. How he kissed, and nipped, and sucked, and touched in all the right places...
"It's a monster that both gods and mortals fear. You don't think he has the power to disguise himself?" Alya demanded, bringing her out of her lustful thoughts.
She could be a point...no!
No! Adrien was a normal man, not a frightening creature that was feared by all. He always showered her with love, always offered her a listening ear, called her pet names like Princess. Surely a monster wouldn't do those things?
"Alya, I-he can't be a monster," she squeaked in disbelief, shaking her head. "He can't be."
She can't have been given this love and then have it all been a farce. The gods wouldn't have allowed it, it was too cruel for an innocent mortal. What could she have possibly done to deserve that?
Alya said nothing, only rising herself out of the seat. She walked out of the room, towards the kitchens. Marinette thought she had gone to get more tea, but was intrigued instead by the single, white candle she held in her hand.
"Light this tonight and you shall see the truth," she coldly ordered. In her other hand she revealed a sharp knife.
"And you will kill that beast with this."
Marinette gaped at the items in her hands. She had to be joking!
"Kill him?!" she exclaimed in shock. "I can't kill him!"
"I refuse to let my best friend die at the hands of a cruel monster," Alya declared boldly. "Marinette, you need to get your head out of the clouds and wake up. I'm sorry if I sound mean, but it's true. All of this," she gestured around with her hand holding the candle, "is simply too good to be true. There has to be a catch, and Adrien is that savage catch."
"But-"
"No buts. Light it, and you'll see how he really looks. I doubt he'll be able to disguise himself while asleep."
...
Marinette had hidden the box of matches and candle under the bed, along with the deadly knife after Alya had left and returned to her house. She made sure to leave specific instructions on what to do.
Now she waited for Adrien to arrive, laying forlornly on her pillow and gazing blankly at her vanity.
It couldn't be true. Adrien couldn't be a monster.
Then why hasn't she been allowed to see his face? Maybe the disguise didn't work for facial features, and so he continuously brought the room into darkness so she couldn't look at him. She didn't forget the weird appendages that grew out of his head, feeling like a second set of ears-animal ears.
Besides, if he was her husband, then she had every right to look at his face. He knew what every inch of her looked like, so why shouldn't she know what every bit of him looked like? It was only fair.
When the room was inevitably plunged into darkness, Marinette closed her eyes and feigned sleep.
She heard Adrien's soft footsteps pad onto the floor, and the rustling of clothing as he presumably took them off. She lay still and evened her breathing when she felt the covers being lifted and him slide into bed.
"Marinette?" he whispered. "Are you awake?"
She didn't stir. Inside she was praying to every god and goddess that he wouldn't figure out her trick.
She remained perfectly still when she felt a sigh, then warm lips press themselves against her shoulder.
"Guess you had a busy day. Sleep well, Princess."
Marinette could barely hold back the breath of relief wanting to escape her when he rolled over, away from her, and started to rest.
...
When she made sure he was deep in sleep, when his chest rose and steadily fell, Marinette quietly slipped out of bed and dropped down onto the floor. She retrieved the candle and box of matches, choosing to leave the knife alone. Monster or not, she couldn't bring herself to kill anything.
She lit the match and brought it to the candle. Suddenly a soft glow filled the room, bathing flickering light onto all the furniture. But most importantly, on her husband.
She blew out the match and turned, waiting to see the loathsome and terrible creature that was made of the stuff of nightmares.
What she saw instead made her cover her mouth to muffle the gasp.
He was unbelievably gorgeous, the most handsome man she was ever blessed to see. Golden hair that rivaled the sun itself in color lay in thick piles on his head. She couldn't believe that she had run her fingers through such beautiful locks. The gold was a stark contrast to the cat ears right on top of his head-
Wait.
Cat ears?
He had one leg sticking out of the sheets, allowing her to see a long, black tail as well poking out.
She almost dropped her candle in shock at the revelation.
Adrien, her husband, was Chat Noir. In turn, that made Chat Noir her husband. She, a mere mortal, was the lover of the most powerful god in existence, the only one who could kill another of his kind with his destructive powers.
She observered his smooth yet chiseled and perfect features, going down to see part of his bare and toned chest exposed, down to the muscled calf, and back up again.
She got on the bed and bent over him, intent on having a closer look at such perfection.
The blackette wondered what color his eyes were. Would they be brown like chocolate? Or blue like hers? Or green like the hills?
She leaned down closer, down to those flawless lips she had kissed so many times before, but could only now truly appreciate. They were just the right amount of full, and pink, and she had a desire to cover those lips with her own.
She bent down closer, just enough to brush her mouth against his
"OW!"
Startled eyes that rivaled the greenest gems flew open. Marinette reeled back in astonishment, wildly wondering what had happened. Her eyes flew to the candle in her hand, the candle that was now dripping wax onto the bed sheets.
Adrien, Chat Noir, brought a hand to his shoulder and rubbed the area that had been burned. His eyes were quick to settle on the girl, and he was quick to give her a harsh glare.
Marinette trembled under his piercing gaze. How could she have thought that her loving husband was a monster? How could she allow Alya to infect her mind with such poisonous thoughts?
"I trusted you," he growled, the sound making Marinette shrink back even more. She had never heard him sound so angry. "You were given one rule: to never look upon my face."
"But why?" she sputtered in confusion. "Why? You're so handsome!"
"That's exactly why," he answered coldly. "If I showed you my face, you would've just fallen for my looks and power. I wanted you to truly love me." He looked away from her as his eyes softened in hurt. "I thought you did."
"I do!" she objected fiercely. "I do love you! I just-I had to see if you were a monster."
He scoffed and returned his gaze to her.
"With all that I've done for you, with all that I've said and done with you, you could still think that I was a monster?"
"A-Adrien, I-" she tried, but she was so close to crying that she could barely speak properly. "I-I'm sorry."
"I'm sorry too," he muttered. "I'm sorry that I allowed myself to believe that I could ever get a stroke of good luck and have a girl that didn't care about what I looked like. I suppose I will forever have to live up to my name as the symbol of bad luck and destruction."
"No, Adrien, please!" Marinette begged, her hands shaking in desperation. "Please, I love you!"
But he only ignored her, rising out of bed and putting his clothes back on. She fought against the bold thoughts in her mind observing just how handsome his whole body looked.
"Good-bye, Princess," he stated, bowing.
"No, Adrien! Chat Noir, please don't go!" she pleaded. Why, oh why, did she listen to her inner doubts? She should've stood by with her gut instinct that told her nothing was wrong!
He moved toward her, and for a moment, she was happy when he took her by the arm. He wasn't going to leave her after all!
He took them outside, where he promptly deposited her on the ground. He didn't speak as he walked to the wall of the house.
"Cataclysm!"
Marinette watched in disbelief as the magnificent mansion that had proudly stood, was in seconds reduced to nothing but a pile of ash on the forest floor.
He shot her one last look over his shoulder before he took off into the sky, leaving a sobbing and regretful Marinette in his wake.
A/N: Don't worry, there will be a third part ;)