Adrien's heart was about to explode.

Standing before him was his girlfriend. Sort of. And also the girl who he had been in love with for 3 years. Sort of.

There were a lot of "sort of"s.

Like how he was sort of surprised. How he had sort of expected things to play out like this. How he was sort of amused by her confusion.

Standing before him was his girlfriend, and she was in spandex. For many men, this would have been the dream, for some, a nightmare. For Adrien, it was both, but not for the same reasons in the slightest.

His heart was palpitating at an abnormal rate and in any other circumstance, he would have gone to see a doctor.

But his girlfriend was Ladybug. His girlfriend was Marinette, who was Ladybug. Ladybug was his girlfriend. Ladybug was Marinette. Ladybug liked him. He was dating Ladybug.

Adrien was not taking this well.

He leaned back into the couch, settling into reality, and unable to peel his eyes off of the girl standing before him in spandex. A hand reached up to his forehead, holding his head in place lest it fly off.

"It's you…" he whispered, hardly realizing he had spoken at all. "You're Ladybug. You're, you're Marinette. I. I don't know what to do. Or say. I." He looked up at her, clad in her Ladybug suit with nervous eyes that strongly resembled ones he had seen on Marinette; eyes that he hadn't even imagined on his Lady. She was terrified and he wasn't helping the situation with his shock and confusion.

"You're Ladybug," he repeated, a grin beginning to form on his face. This caused her a great amount of confusion, and she wondered if he had snapped and gone mad. Eyes no longer on her, he wasn't present in their current world for a moment.

"I'm sorry," Marinette started, foregoing his unexpected reaction.

"Sorry?" he spluttered. "Why would you be sorry? This is the best day of my life!" He was screaming now and he ran toward his girlfriend, his hands at her waist. Adrien held her in an embrace so tight, he lifted her from the ground and spun. "I'm so happy I can't feel my legs!" Marinette held on tight and giggled in sheer delight.

"What? I don't understand. You're not mad that I lied to you? You're okay with this? With me?" she asked from above him, uncertainty flooding her voice. Adrien lowered her back to the floor, no intent of releasing her in his movements.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, it's dangerous," Marinette explained, "and I'd be fighting akumas all the time, and I'd be off with Chat Noir every evening for patrols around Paris…" To her confusion, he squeezed her tightly, nuzzling his face into the side of her head and the crook of her neck. She tried to clarify her statement once more. "I'll have to see Chat Noir almost every evening and I can understand if you're not comfortable with that and want to break up with me."

"What? Why would I break up with you?" he said hurriedly, brought out of his fantasies.

"Well, I-."

"No, no, I was just thinking about how much easier patrols are going to be from now on," he said with a tone that seemed like he had clarified everything.

"What?" Coming out from his hesitancy and confusion, he took hold of Marinette's hands and brought one to his lips.

"Patrols will be easier, saving Paris will be easier, and professing my love to you will be easier, My Lady."

Marinette was still confused, though frustration was peaking its head out to join her was well. Rather, it was not that she was still confused, but that she refused to grasp the reality she had been handed.

"I need to introduce you to someone." Adrien pulled away from her and glanced off to the other end of the room. "Plagg! Come and say hi!"

A small black cat floated toward them, mildly irritated, but pleasant enough. Ladybug's eyes widened.

Marinette's eyes widened.

"What is that?" she asked, pointing at the floating being, knowing fully the answer she was about to receive.

"Hey," Plagg retorted, offended that she would address him so rudely.

"He's my kwami, Plagg," Adrien explained openly.

"You're… kwami?" Marinette's brain was having a hard time processing. Meanwhile, Adrien was thoroughly enjoying her mental malfunction. It contrasted nicely to the ones that he normally had.

"Yep."

"You have kwami."

"Yes."

"And it's a black cat."

"Yes."

"You have a kwami and it's a black cat!"

"… yes." She was repeating herself now. Marinette stared at the floor for a little while before slowly raising her head to meet his eyes. Her voice was barely a whisper when she spoke again.

"Chat Noir?"

"Yes?" Adrien allowed his flirtatious side emerge in full force, grinning a crooked grin and winking at her. Her face reddened almost immediately. He could practically see the steam rising from the top of her head. Marinette snapped out of it relatively quickly, a smile speading across her cheeks faster than he could capture it.

"It's you!" she screaming, leaping into another embrace. "You're-!" Words failed her and instead of trying to form them, she touched her forehead with his and spoke in hushed tones. "It's really you." Adrien wrapped his arms back around her and pulled them closer, closing the space between them.

"It is. It really is."

Author's Note: Fluffy reveal complete. Now on to the rest of their fluffy lives. Reveal was actually longer than I had planned for it to be so… oh well!