A/N: So much work to do, so little time...

ANYWAYS GO READ.

"Never gonna keep me down (never keep me)
Still the one that's standin' now (never falling)
Destiny is callin' me
Go down in history"

Legendary - Skillet

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Sleepovers'

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Adrien thought it would be another sleepless night of him musing about the ambiguous relationship between himself and his Lady— alongside her interesting sleeping positions that never failed to make her so endearing and just absolutely adorable. Ever since they mutually unmasked themselves to one another, believing that the secrecy was now causing more harm than good, they have become much, much closer for sure (bisous that landed on the corner of their lips with each greeting, hands always making their way to each other's body like breathing, embraces that lasted for millenniums and eternities, blues and greens glittering with yearning and unconditional love for each other and so on).

However, even though they were always attached to the hip with their hands glued together, neither of them put a label on what exactly they were and he was practically dying to know whether or not he had a chance of making room for himself in her big, selfless heart under a romantic light. He wanted to believe so badly that the fondness and affection that soared in her pretty eyes and lingered in her touch mirrored his own feelings towards her, that whenever her blues flickered to his lips it was because she wanted to kiss him just as desperately as he wanted to kiss her.

Et mon Dieu...

There were no words in any dictionary in the world that could ever describe even ten percent of the love and emotions he felt when it came to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and how much he wanted to kiss her with his everything. He wanted her to grab his face, tangle her nimble fingers within his hair and mercilessly crash her perfect lips against his. He wanted her to take and swallow every single breath he took and taste the pure devotion he held for her. He wanted her to silence each and every gasp of her name that would slip from his mouth with her lips over and over again until all he could think of was nothing but her.

But he also had no idea of what she truly felt towards him and the sentiments that she kept guarded to herself within her vulnerable heart. The last thing he ever wanted was to pressure her into something she never wanted and lose the blissful, wonderful moments they shared now. He would happily choose to be tortured in the deepest, darkest crevices of Hell than hurt the love of his life.

So, he tried his best to be patient and ensured that his partner held onto the reigns of whatever they were supposed to be, leading them both to wherever whenever she pleased. She always had a (almost obsessive) need to be in control of her situations after all but he didn't mind whatsoever, happily following her with their hands entwined and their paces matched to one speed.

Oh.

And they also have sleepovers.

Lots and lots of sleepovers.

Sleepovers that consisted of her always sneaking him into her bedroom at night as if they were having a scandalous affair in a cheesy period drama where getting caught meant instant death. As if that wasn't enough, Marinette also ensured that he made himself home in her bed where she also slept right next to him which in turn resulted in mornings where he'd wake up either in her arms or with her in his arms. There were no in-between. Plus, since he was a light sleeper, Adrien always woke up first and would take the time to study his partner's dozing face (the boy forever pleased with the fact that she felt comfortable enough to drop her guards around him and allow herself to be vulnerable in his presence). And every time when she woke, she always, always delivered that sleepy, neverending, brilliant smile and kissed the back of his hand without fail.

"Hehe...hello, mon petit Chaton,"

It was things like these that had the feline hero often question what Marinette's intentions towards him were and whether or not these moments were her roundabout way of saying that she wanted him too.

Maybe he should push for an answer after all because the way she always turned his poor heart into mush with each smile and each kiss was going to kill him at this rate and the last thing the world needed was for Chat Noir to be Melted Gooey Noir with his only power being seeping into drainage pipes or being a puddle for the Akumas to slip on.

Or maybe he should just get some fucking sleep now.

Sneaking out of the Dupain-Cheng's bathroom after washing his face (or that was the excuse because his poor heart needed a break from his Lady's beautiful smile and her loving touches), Adrien crept back into Marinette's room where she was last remaking the bed and getting some snacks ready for them all. They were currently bingeing a terrible isekai anime where pointing out all the ridiculousness was the entertainment and it paired so well with all the unhealthy treats that would send his père into a spiral of doom.

He just hoped that Tikki hadn't finished them all first like last time.

"Hey, my Lady. I hope you don't mind me asking—" He immediately stopped midway through the steps to her loft when he spotted Marinette sitting up on the floor, leaning against the side of the bed as if she was asleep. However, Adrien knew better, taking in her pinched brows and death-like stillness and the sight of Tikki's teary eyes only affirmed his realisation.

Marinette was passed out.

"Shit!" He quickly darted towards his partner, lightly tapping her face and whispering frantically for her to wake up, trying with his everything to remain calm and collected. Even Plagg and Tikki joined in, tugging on her pyjama trousers and before Adrien could think of calling the emergency services and alerting her parents, Marinette was startled awake with a gasp. She attempted to stand up out of surprise by instinct, only to wobble and fall back into the blond's arms. His heart was close to leaping out of his throat in pure panic.

"W-What happened?" She croaked, lightly shivering as her partner held her tighter against him. He kept her in his arms for a few minutes longer, trying to keep his frantic thoughts at bay and remind himself over and over again that she was awake and alive. Even Plagg attached himself to the girl's shoulder, his feline greens peering at her worriedly whilst Tikki hugged one of Marinette's free hands. "Mon minou?"

"You passed out...you passed out again, Marinette." He finally laid her down on the bed, kneeling by her side and stroking her hair soothingly. Another major thing he noticed when they became closer was just how scarily often she fainted or was left on the brink of passing out because of how overworked she was. She was downright terrible at looking after herself and there was only so much her parents and their friends could do to help her out because she's so, so good at being secretive and hiding things from everyone. Thankfully, he's here now and has learned what to keep an eye out for in order to look after his partner. "Did you forget to eat?" Her sheepish expression had him bite his bottom lip in slight frustration. "Marinette..."

Oh, his silly, silly little buguinette.

"Sorry! I just...forget." He couldn't stay mad at her for long, leaning his forehead on hers. "I'll put reminders in my phone now so that I remember to eat on time. And there are plenty of snacks here too! Sorry for making you worry again, Adrien." He could only smile softly and then brush her hair back so that he could kiss her head tenderly.

"Silly bug. Next time this happens, I'm dragging your butt to the doctor. Your health is more important than trying to hide me from your papa at night." His smile simply grew wider when she sat up and shoved a profiterole that Tikki offered into her mouth like a pudgy-cheeked hamster (clearly very embarrassed and eating her way out of it). "I mean it. If I see as much as a dizzy spell, I'm gonna put a whole cake in your mouth, hold you with one arm and take you to the nearest doctor or hospital. You could end up in a really bad position if you keep up with these bad habits. In fact, I think you should see a doctor now as soon as possible just in case." He wasn't blind to the flash of guilt in her eyes, an apology ready to leave his tongue because he didn't want her to feel bad.

"I know. I am trying to do better." She was all honesty and softness when she held onto one of his hands with both of hers. Then she offered another smile, hoping to soothe his heart. "It's a good thing that I have the best husband in the world."

Eh!?

Marinette immediately went beet red, a thousand and one unintelligible words poured out of her mouth as her hands pinwheeled around in a frenzy. Meanwhile, Plagg gaped at her comically, Tikki stared at her wielder with bulging eyes and Adrien was still in the process of rebooting his brain.

"Partner! I meant PARTNER! HahahahahaH! You didn't hear anything else! Nuh-uh! Nope!" She finally whisper-shouted and a strained smile pulled at her lips, the heroine hoping that her infinitely patient Chaton would let it slide.

Too bad for her, his patience has snapped.

"So if you considered me as your husband all this time, why haven't you kissed me stupid yet?" Adrien was unironically a little frustrated and yet all that Marinette could do was combust into redness all over again, the duo blind and deaf to the cackling little God of Destruction and the giggling Goddess of Creation. "You can't just scream into a pillow forever, Marinette! I've been waiting for you to marry me and have my babies since day one! My Lady!?"

"Leave me alo-oooooooooooooooooooone..."

Adrien didn't get his kiss until the next morning when they woke up together in each other's arms, Marinette briefly brushing her lips against his and then running off into the bathroom with a muffled squeal.

And Paris had to be saved by Ladybug and Melted Gooey Noir after that.

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A/N: If you don't comment what you thought of this drabble, buff Gabriel Agreste is gonna slither out of your device's screen and do the ricardo dance :D