A/N: I know it looks like I'm on a bit of a roll but it's actually because I've decided to edit all these drabbles in advance and post them as drafts before posting them in public. That way, I can share more of these quickly regardless if I'm busy with other stuff or not. I know the drabbles are getting shorter and shorter but that's because I'm not really adding any additional content to the prewritten stories. Time's a ticking and when you're juggling two jobs, it's very aAAAAAAaAA. Not to mention, there are dozen other stories I'm working on at the same time bit by bit so please do stay seated for those in future.
In the meantime, here's this cute drabble! Enjoy!
"The end is just a beginning
And it won't stop
I realized that
Farewells are encounters"
百火繚乱 (A Sea Of Lanterns) - Ito Kashitaro (covered by Aruvn)
Pairing - Adrinette
Prompt - 'Baby'
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All class president duties tackled by Alya and the girls for the week?
Check.
Assistants found to work part-time at the Dupain-Cheng's Boulangerie?
Check.
And Chloé and Lila taken care of, far away as possible from his beloved Princesse?
Check!
Adrien couldn't help the pleased smile that played on his giddy lips, similar to the grins he'd wear as his alter ego, his mouth shaped in a prominent, mischievous, kitten-like'w'. He eyed the sleep-deprived and tired designer lovingly, one of his arms hooked around her tiny waist so that she could lean her entire weight against him as he lead them to a quiet and vacant study room in the library.
"Adrien, I'm fine. I don't need to rest. I have work to do on some homework and commissions right now-" Marinette's protest was met with a digit against her pouty lips, the blond shushing her with a smirk which only widened when she mustered up a weak glare.
She was so fucking adorable.
"None of our homework is due until the next week and your commissioners haven't given you a deadline. In fact, I recall them all telling you to take all the time you need, silly." Her frown only deepened at his words, a quiet growl escaping her throat as he giggled with endearment and finally led them to the quiet, empty study room.
Marinette watched as he assembled three chairs together against the wall with haste, wordlessly allowing him to lead her on the second chair whilst he sat on the first.
"Rest your head on my lap. You can comfortably put your legs on the other chairs." Adrien quipped, patting his thighs for emphasis. Marinette couldn't help but think that if he was an animal, his tail would be wagging (like an overeager black cat).
"But I'm not tired," She fibbed, averting her eyes when he glowered lightly, evident that he wasn't buying it at all. "Honest. You should spend your break doing things you love or have some fun. Not baby me. Especially since I don't need babying," She crossed her arms defiantly but all that did was make her seem even more childish.
Sadly for her (or luckily), since she lacked any energy, Adrien easily brought her to his lap, settling her head against his firm chest and positioning her knees around his hips. She hated just how warm and comfortable he was and it took her everything to not fall asleep right there and then as if he was the most comfortable bed she's ever laid on.
"Marinette, I love taking care of you," As if that alone didn't turn her to jelly, he began to tenderly comb his fingers through her smooth hair after taking the red ties out, his other arm pressing her tightly against him. "Would it be so bad to rest with me for a little while?"
'This is cheating!' Marinette wanted to screech out loud when he peered down at her with his big, green eyes. The way he cutely tilted his head to the side and the pitiful pout he wore caused her breath to hitch in her throat. Damn those kitten eyes!
"You're worse than Chat Noir..." Marinette thoughtlessly trailed off as she finally, finally fell asleep in his arms, not registering what she just muttered. For a split second, Adrien was stiff and tense but the sight of her peaceful face melted those sudden feelings away. He raised a brow, continuing to thread her hair through his fingers, deep in thought.
"Your sleeping face looks an awful lot like my Lady's..." He murmured into her hair longingly.
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A/N: Ahhh. If only AO3 and FFN had a queuing system like Tumblr where I can get everything posted at a certain time every day. That way, it will keep me off the laptop and stop me from procrastinating as I edit and write LMAO. Overall, thank you all so so much for all the comments lately! They truly have been making my day, even if I don't answer them all (but I do cherish every single one of them).
