A.N: My hands, wrists and arms have literally died on me so I can't draw like I planned to originally for the week I've taken off from my part-time job but oh well, I'll write instead in this nasty ass shitty ass fucking dumbass heatwave. Anyways, this story is a sort of AU where Marinette tells Sabine and Tom from the beginning that she is Ladybug and Chat Noir knows her identity too! Enjoy this drabble as I melt away into a puddle of disgusting goo from this shitty sun smh...

"Ah, capture it with the blinking shutter
Touch the illusion, resonate, resonate, resonate
'You've just taken my ALL.'"

熱愛フローズン (Netzuai Frozen) - VALIS, ft. GigaP, Teddyloid

Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - 'Son-In-Law'

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The sight of the blur of black and yellow flying through their window and somersaulting across the floor of their living room only to stand up and reveal itself to be a dramatically bowing Chat Noir gained a huge, amused round of applause from Tom Dupain. The larger man couldn't resist ruffling the boy's soft, fluffy hair with one hand, turning it into a comically puffy mess and earning a delighted giggle from the feline hero whilst Sabine watched them both with amusement and fondness from her seat on the sofa.

"Bonsoir, Madame. Cheng, Monsieur. Dupain! I hope you both had a very good day!" Chat Noir couldn't help but grow a little shy and polite, taking a seat next to Sabine when she beckoned for him to come closer and Tom rushed to the kitchen to fetch the boy something to eat and drink. The loving mother couldn't help but pat his head, her heart growing by ten folds from this adorable hero. She was determined to make him her son-in-law one way or another and it definitely helped that she had a huge suspicion about his civilian identity (not that he really hid it from them but Marinette was very stubborn that she doesn't learn of it just yet, wanting to fully grasp the gist of her newly found heroic responsibilities).

"I'm guessing that Marinette must have fallen asleep by accident on her desk again and is late for patrol?" Sabine's guess was met with an affirmative nod, his little bell jingling with every movement and it was taking her everything not to squeeze him tight in a hug. "Why didn't you visit her room through the window and wake her up?"

"She banned me from her room for a whole week because I accidentally got into her yarn the other day. Again." Chat Noir pouted and played with his pointer fingers, oblivious to the endeared grin that Sabine wore. "It really wasn't my fault...the yarn looked so soft...so delicious...surely you can understand why I couldn't resist, Madame?" Oooh. Marinette was absolutely going to throw a bit of a fit if she saw the way Sabine and Tom spoiled him again but they just couldn't help it. He was so adorable and just so loveable!

"Maybe the temptation would be a lot easier if you came over detransformed instead, hmm? Adrien?" He let out a happy gape when she said his name, a pleased purr rumbling through his chest from the acknowledgement and his emerald greens practically sparkling. He didn't get a chance to answer however as Marinette came rushing down the trapdoor steps babbling about how late she was for their patrol and suddenly their eyes met.

"My Lady! Hello!" Like a flash, he pounced on his partner in one huge embrace, knocking them both down and cuddling her tiny frame despite her annoyed groans and mumbles. He paid no mind to the way Tom and Sabine held in their squeals of delight, the former already planning wedding cakes for the pair and birthday cakes for the potential grandchildren that are sure to come.

"Ugh...Chaton...again?"

"Missed you~"

Yes, he absolutely, definitely needs to be their son-in-law. And judging from the not-so-secretive way her daughter was lovingly observing the masked hero as she belatedly held him back tenderly, Sabine was one-hundred-percent sure that wedding bells are sure to ring in the near future. She sure hoped that her son-in-law to be will take their last names.

After all...

...Adrien Dupain-Cheng has such a nice ring to it, non?

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A/N: If you don't comment after reading this, you have a higher chance of having a dream where Buff Gabriel Agreste twerks in your face :)