A/N: Allo! Let's have something short and something sweet to kick off this year for this drabble collection (I say, having not updated since December lol).

"I'm not too shy to show I love you, I got no regrets
I love you much too, much to hide you, this love ain't finished yet
This love ain't finished yet
So baby, whenever you're ready"

Come & Get It - Selena Gomez

Pairing - Adrinette + Ladynoir

Prompt - 'Generational Knowledge'

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She was all instinct and muscle memory, her mind not clearly registering with what her body was doing when she picked up the ancient artefact that the curator introduced to her class during their trip tole musée. Her ears were deaf to his inquisitive and wary questionings which soon then turned into bewildered gasps of awe and utter delight as she brought the fragile contraption to life. What was once a seemingly dull and forgotten machine was now something so much more and just absolutely magical.

The curator was gobsmacked.

As if all she did was look at it, Marinette nonchalantly placed the item back in its original place, only for the curator to pick it back up with unadulterated shock and hands trembling with awed bewilderment.

"How...how did you open this up? The technique has been lost for thousands and thousands of years! Only passed by to one another by generation to generation!" He demanded enthusiastically, hands on her shoulders and shaking her tiny body. "This can't be done by pure luck alone! I refuse to believe it! O-Or are you one of those super smart middle schoolers I see on Internet articles who can do anything they set their minds to-"

"M-M-Monsieur! I can assure you that I was just playing around. You're making me a little dizzy," Thankfully, before the curator could rattle what was left of her working brain cells, a very firm pair of hands gripped his wrists and then tugged him off the girl. The man was met with sharp emerald greens which he met by having to look up a bit since the teen was much taller than him in comparison (unfairly so too because dammit, he's in his mid-twenties and this boy is probably fifteen at best!)

"Shake her up any further and she'll turn into a dizzy, babbling mess," Adrien teased, gently pushing Marinette's face into his chest and holding her securely and protectively. As if they're longtime, inseparable soulmate lovers. "Humans are known to lose and discover skills and techniques time and time again. And Marinette in particular is especially smart. Very, very smart. It's no wonder she worked that thing out so easily,"

"Oh, I do apologise for being so desperate and silly. I just...wow...she's a literal miracle worker. I'd love for you to have a look at the other stuff we have, Mademoiselle. Marinette? We have so many interesting artefacts and your tinkering and curiosity would be a great assistance for us all," The curator pleaded, hands clasped together and eyes shining like a golden retriever. Much to his confusion and Adrien's endearment, Marinette barely slurred out an answer and still swayed on her feet.

"Oh no, Monsieur. I think you broke her," Adrien giggled, the curator on the other hand immediately panicked on the spot animatedly and sprinted away to fetch her some water with apologies being repeated over and over again. "And there he goes~" He brought themselves to a bench nearby, the blond glad that the rest of their class was still distracted by the exhibition and were too far away to have noticed the little commotion.

He had her all to himself now, his inner kitten purring with shameless delight.

"Adrien? Ermm..." Marinette gained back her bearings, her face cutely timid and her baby blues like sparkling glitter under her dark lashes and midnight hair. "Hehe...I guess I just got in the zone and just had to figure that contraption out,"

A beautiful pink bloomed in her cheeks when Adrien squeezed her hands tenderly, placing one of his own on her soft face to cradle it sweetly and his eyes just full of warmth and adoration. She didn't know what to make of this soul-searching expression, as if he knew every single bit of her and that he undeniably loved what he saw.

"You really are amazing, Marinette," The'My Lady' went unspoken under his tongue but the way he breathed out her name was full of absolute love and reverence. This time, her face erupted in red and all that she could do was hide her face in his chest, making him laugh in return and hold her tight.

His Lady was just too cute.

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Chat Noir knew that his Lady was spying on him as he scribbled away translations of a lost piece of writing from thousands of years ago (which he photographed from the exhibition they visited not too long ago as civilians), his lips resting in a playful smirk as he felt her pretty eyes bore into his frame whilst hiding behind a chimney a good distance away. It was frankly just too cute and the feline within him was practically begging to pounce on her and kiss her face all over.

"Come on out, Marinette~! I know you're over there," He finally spoke after finishing with the translations, faux ears flicking from the sound of her surprised "Eeep!". The hero then turned around as she finally showed herself, her walk awkward and her face plastered with fake confusion.

"Mari-who? It's just me, Chat Noir," The maniacal laugh that left her pretty pink lips said otherwise and he couldn't help but hopelessly sigh with endearment and love. Placing his hands on hers and bringing them to his mouth for a tender, traditional kiss, he kept his emerald greens on her.

"Your Chaton is feeling a little hurt that you think he's that dumb," He batted his long lashes, eating up the adorable redness that crept up on the apples of her cheeks and turned her complexion into a beautiful bloom of sakura and plum blossoms. "Ma-ri-nette~" This time, he nudged his nose with hers, grin widening when her body relaxed at his touch and a kissable pout remained on her dewy lips.

Sweet, sugary, rosy lips that begged to be kissed over and over again until all she could rasp is his name-

"Chat Noir...how? Comment tu sais? Do you realise how much time and effort I put in to keep you off my trail? All the plans I had to come up with?" She lightly scolded, allowing herself to be embraced in his willing arms whilst he laughed in the crook of her neck, more than delighted.

"Because I'm your smart Chaton. Yours. All yours~" He purred, both of them sinking to their knees on the rooftop and holding each other tight. "And time and effort my foot! You always invite me over to your balcony whenever you see me. You're practically saying 'Oh it's me! Your Lady! Can't you tell as I kick your ass in UMS?'" His false falsetto earned him another playful slap on the chest which he simply laughed off merrily.

"Maybe I just wanted to spend time with my partner- and I do not sound like that. Hmmph!" She muttered, pushing him away by pressing a finger against his nose and then her eyes landed on the translations he was working on. Her baby blues widened when the understanding clicked in. "Oh- you...you too, huh?"

He turned back slightly to pick up his work, placing them in his Lady's hands who looked at the pieces with wonderment.

"One of my predecessors wrote this," Chat Noir sighed happily, tail curling around his Lady's waist as her face reddened even further the more she digested the information, virtually blending in with her iconic super-suit. The boy was merely a pinch away from trying to make her even redder with his lips alone.

"It's...it's a love letter...a very passionate one...oh..." She couldn't help the squeak that left her, now hiding her face in her hands as she came across the more intimate and amorous parts of the writing, the girl was far too embarrassed to keep reading and the air was suddenly too hot. Way too hot.

"Mmhmm, for his Ladybug," The softness in her partner's voice had Ladybug watch him again, their eyes meeting and trapping one another under their gaze. "She was his wife. They had a family...and they grew old together. It's...it's nice to see," He then became despondent, his grip on her hands tightening and his belt tail becoming flack around her torso.

She realised why.

"He's one of the few ones to have had a happy ending, right?" Ladybug smoothed her fingers through his golden hair, letting him rest his forehead on hers. "I'm sorry,"

"Why are you apologising? It's not your fault,"

"I know...but most of my predecessors survived because of yours sacrificing themselves to save them..."

"Because all of us love all of you. One way or another. Be it family, friendship, rivalry...and..." His plush lips were now brushing hers, their fingers entwined and their hearts beating in tandem. "The way I love you, Marinette,"

From the soft feathers of his warm lips upon hers, Ladybug was no longer able to hold back.

"Adrien..."

And then the rest of her words were swallowed by his loving kisses.

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A/N: Heh.