A/N: Long time no see fella readers of this drabble series! I've got at least one hundred drabbles and counting left to edit and post; I was just too lazy to edit and upload them in public lmao. So without wasting any more time, enjoy!
"She's got nothing on but the radio
She's a passion play
And like the break of day
She takes my breath away"
She's Got Nothing On (But The Radio) - Roxette
Pairing - Ladynoir + Adrinette
Prompt - 'Wife'
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"You know, you don't have to keep doing this. At this rate, everyone's going to call you my wife." Ladybug grumbled lightly with embarrassment, her head still resting on her partner's lap whilst he tenderly combed his long, slender fingers through her loose, midnight hair. He took off the ribbons not too long ago just to help her relax and ease the stubborn tension that refused to let go of her head. Though, his partner was so much more headstrong, considering how she refused to let her guard down, even for a few minutes.
Chat Noir simply grinned good-naturedly, spring greens glimmering under the moonlight, never faulting his movements as he finally came up with a counter back.
"So? That's not going stop me from looking after you, My Lady. Besides, I would make an amazing wife for you if you'd just accept my proposal~" He waggled his brows under the mask, earning a jesting flick at his nose and an endearing eye roll that never ceased to make his heart pound with so much more fervour.
"Oh yeah? And just how would you be an amazing wife for me?" His Lady snuggled closer to him with a cheeky smile, the side of her face pressing against his firm stomach while her hands rested cutely under her head as if he was a pillow. "Go on~ I'm waiting, mon Chaton,"
He couldn't help the way his thumb rubbed her soft jaw sweetly (lovingly), tucking some stray strands of hair behind her ear and relishing the way her sky blues twinkled and how entirely smitten he looked in the reflection of her eyes.
"Well, first of all, I'll wake up very early every day, just to make you some delicious breakfast and coffee. Be it some crêpes and strawberries with some café au lait if you're craving sweets or some smashed avocado on toast, with smoked salmon, eggs and a cup of cappuccino, or even a varied spread of fruit and cheeses with freshly pressed orange juice." His smile widened from the way his Lady's pupils blew open, rosy, kissable lips parted in a gentle 'o' as one of her hands clutched the front of his belt tighter.
It took him everything to not swoop down and capture those tempting lips with the grace of a butterfly wing.
"That...that sounds lovely and all but...but I didn't know you can cook? Didn't you cry last week about burning water in a pot? And the week before that, didn't you cut your hand trying to grate some cheese over your pasta too?" Ladybug couldn't help the snort that left her mouth at his deadpanned expression, a prominent 'w' placed on her lips whilst a comical scowl was plastered on his.
"I can learn to cook." He was slightly flushed at first, a tad bit irked by her pointing out his past failures in the kitchen. Then, determination and sheer want took over and he spilt his heart out before he could even think. "I will learn to cook all your favourites, no matter what. I will practise till it's purr-fait," He poked her nose and carried on. "And then, once I've woken you up with a good morning kiss, I'll either serve your breakfast in bed or lead your sleepy butt to our dining table~"
"What if I have really bad morning breath? And what if I fall back asleep? Then what?" Ladybug blurted out quickly, blues shyly averted from his for a split second. That didn't stop him from spotting the rouge that developed under her mask, blending beautifully with her creamy skin and bringing out the colour of her mesmerising eyes. His heart virtually melted at the sight, basking in the intoxicating warmth.
"We've fought Akumas in much worse and stinkier places. You even fished me out of the garbage truck the other day even though I stank like fermented durian! Morning breath is nothing, My Lady~" His dazzling emerald greens were glittering under his dishevelled fringe as if they were dancing with love. "As for making sure you wake up, well, I know I'd look so hot in a bright pink, frilly apron so you'd absolutely wake up just to see me in it!"
His heart hammered mercilessly within his chest when his partner giggled (a sound that no windchime in the world could ever dream of capturing) and held onto him tighter with her hardworking arms.
"And then, once you're ready to leave for work at your amazing, wonderful job, I'll kiss you goodbye and then maybe leave for my job. Or! We would leave together and depending on whose workplace is closer, drop each other off! Then, we'll kiss each other goodbye and then count the hours down until we're reunited at night," He gleefully soaked in the awe that was on his Lady's face, the urge to kiss her so painfully agonising, it hurt to breathe. "And then, we'll both cook dinner together, watch some silly T.V and then...and then sleep in each others' arms..."
A comfortable and peaceful silence rested between them like a blanket, the cool breeze ran through their hair mildly and the street lights flickered with warm gold in the distance under the Parisian night sky. Chat Noir couldn't find any words in the french dictionary that properly explained just exactly how he felt right this moment other than content and ease. That he wished for this serenity to last for an eternity with his Lady by his side.
"Chat Noir...what if...what if we had kids?" Her soft, hesitant question had his feline ears perk up humorously, his lips pursed in surprise and his eyes so round and so green. The astonishment then thawed away into a tender, loving gaze as he eyed his Lady's flustered yet curious expression.
'Je t'aime, My Lady...je t'aime,'
"Well, you'd have to marry me first to find out, Bug," With all his courage and all his confidence mustered up, he brushed back her dark fringe and placed a pleasant kiss on her forehead, just above the area where her mask ended and meeting her warm, bare skin.
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"...Maybe,"
He almost swore his heart completely stopped to a standstill, his mouth still frozen on her heated skin until he snapped out of his stupor and faced his partner with bewilderment.
"Maybe?"
Ladybug lifted herself by the elbows, peering up at her partner with a bashful but very determined expression. Her complexion was still coloured with sakura and rouge but the bravery and resilience within her sky blues kept him rooted on the spot.
"Mmhmm...obviously we can't get married now since I'm still fourteen and you're...?"
"Fifteen- I mean, I'll be fifteen in a few months,"
He couldn't believe what was happening!
"Yeah. We're still so young, still fighting a war with little to no choice, still trying to balance out our civilian lives..." She trailed off for a bit, looking away to gaze at the city with bittersweetness. However, when she faced him once again, the pain and exhaustion on her face were swept away and replaced with utter desire and raw need. "But...that life you described...that peaceful, wonderful life...I want it. I want it with you. I want it so badly and so desperately...and honestly, there's no one else I want in my future more than you. You're my partner...mine. And I do love the idea of you being my partner in every sense of the word..."
Chat Noir was left awestruck, wrecked and indescribably delighted, observing the beautiful girl he's fallen for and would do anything for within all his power and might.
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"...Aren't you going to say anything, Chat Noir? You're making me feel embarrassed..." Ladybug was ready to flee, unused to bearing out her heart with so much honesty and the urge to scream like a dying banshee was clawing its way out of her throat. As if he knew what she was thinking, he clasped his hands over hers, pressing them against his chest (which was still shuddering from the feel of his ricocheting heart and burning blood) and held on rigidly.
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"Marry me."
Was all that came out of his mouth.
"Eh!? Chat Noir!? But-"
"Not right now! I mean, in the...in the future!" His face was so wonderfully red, that it gave her suit a run for its money. Ladybug found it quite soothing to see him just as worked up and dishevelled as she was over the sudden proposal. "There's...there's nobody else out there that I can even imagine being with forever...other than you, Ladybug." His hands burned with the feel of her tiny ones encased in them, his heart skipping so many beats, he was so sure that he was becoming lightheaded. "I love you. I have always loved you! I love you so much! And I promise that I will cherish you forever and ever."
The heroine continued to watch him with brilliant sky blues, sakura lips parted and the fire that tingled on her skin burning so brightly, she couldn't find any relief other than wrapping her arms around her partner and pressing her face against his chest.
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"Yes...I'll marry you...because I love you too,"
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There was a hidden giddiness and slight mischief to Marinette this morning, Adrien noted. The way her baby blues would gleam and sparkle with joy, the way her skin practically glowed under the beams of the sun that peeked through the windows and the way that there was an extra skip to her step. (He even spotted her twirling like an endearing ballerina when she thought no one was looking!)
Not to mention the way her pretty pink lips wore that perfect smile of hers, a wonderful breath of fresh air compared to her usual demeanour in the past when she was always so exhausted and low on energy. As if she held a burden on her shoulders that could make or break the entire world.
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He always had his suspicions, even after the event where she wielded the miraculous of Multiplication which he was pretty damn sure was another one of her brilliant plans that only her mind could have concocted up to shake him off her tail. But now? After she waved him good morning and he spotted a very elegant and very familiar ring on her left hand?
He was one-hundred-and-ten percent convinced.
"For someone who was dead set on not knowing each other's identities until a while later, you were a bit careless today," A very smug Adrien surprised Marinette in the locker rooms, tapping her head lightly with a book and chuckling.
The love of his life jumped out of her skin for a split second and whirled around, only to gawk and freeze on the spot. With suspicion, she looked to the left and then to the right and finally realised that they were indeed alone in the room and that she definitely did not imagine what she had just heard.
With pink cheeks and tiny fists pressed against her chest, she peered up at him with hope and whispered.
"...Chaton?"
The response he gave her was an unabashed, cheeky grin that was iconic to his alter ego's face (that was sure to have given away his secret identity if his remark earlier on didn't work) and then proceeded to show off his left hand that was adorned with a new ring.
A ring that matched hers.
A pair that her partner bought as promise rings for their dream futures.
"The one and only, ma Princesse," He happily poked her nose but didn't get a chance to say anything else or tease her further or even step back when she promptly enveloped him in a huge hug, her strength so mighty that had he been an ordinary teenager, his bones would have definitely cracked. Thankfully, he was strong enough to remain intact, laughing so freely and returning the embrace with pleasure. Their height difference forced him to bend down a little so that his face could rest on the sweet crook of her neck whilst hers was squished in his chest.
But he didn't care.
He finally found her.
"It's you! It's always been you! Stupid cat, why were you so good at hiding?! You literally sit right in front of me in class!" She pulled away from his (very, very nice) chest to glower at him when he laughed even louder but then the displeased look softened as soon as he cradled her cheeks with an affection that soothed all her troubles away.
He's her Chaton.
Hers.
"Ah, I really want to marry you right now right this second," Adrien began, his emerald greens just so tender and so full of adoration, it took all her breath away. "But I want to kiss you even more,"
"Yes...please,"
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He didn't need any more prompting after that.
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A/N: My dyslexic ass had so much trouble reading and writing this up so no, I am not gonna bother proofreading. But as usual, feed me your comments or else I'll ensure your dreams are filled with nothing but my sexy ass profile picture :D
