A/N: Literally wrote this one like a couple of days ago SO A RARE FRESHLY WRITTEN DRABBLE BY YOURS TRULY!

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"All dressed up and ready to party

Cruising down the boulevard, a rooftop down, yeah

Welcome to the club, get into the sound

Mr DJ put your record on and spin it around and round

We're gonna burn this club to the ground"

Loco - DJ Manian

Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - 'Whoops'

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He didn't even take the time to breathe and before he knew it, by instinct, Chat Noir pounced on Marinette's frozen form and rolled them away in the nick of time, landing on the gravelly floor. The nasty Akuma's razor-sharp claws swiped the area she was at momentarily ago at lightning speed and had the hero not been quick enough, well…

In his arms, he'd be holding Marinette "I'm-In-So-Much-Du-FUCKING-PAIN" Cheng instead and that would have been a severely gruesome sight. Gruesome because he himself would have torn the Akuma apart to shreds out of sheer rage like a monster for daring to harm her, of course. Thank the kwamis from all around the world that some semblance of good luck shined on him for once because there wasn't even a single scratch on her (but most importantly, thank the lucky charm bracelet Marinette gave him a long while back which he carried around with him religiously every day as a civilian).

The Akuma's warning growls and oncoming form were enough to snap the feline out of his thoughts and naturally, he picked Marinette up bridal style and sprinted away as fast as possible. A fast blur of black and yellow just like his namesake. Though, that didn't stop the Akuma from letting out one last roar of anger which Chat Noir managed to hear even after putting a few good hundreds of metres between them.

"I WILL GET MY REVENGE ON YOU MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG! YOU WILL NEVER INSULT MY BRILLIANT FOOD EVER AGAIN YOU BRAT! JUST YOU WAIT!"

Wide-eyed, Chat Noir directed his greens towards his huffing good friend, the girl rolling her eyes at the Akuma's words and looking very annoyed rather than scared for her life. As if the whole thing was just a mild inconvenience and the Akuma's claws weren't literally millimetres away from turning her into a sheesh kebab-nette.

"Marinette? Est-ce vrais?" He asked as he continued to leap from rooftop to rooftop, noting in the back of his head that the Akuma was now too busy arguing with Le Papillon in their head a good distance away, evident by the ominous butterfly silhouette that masked his face and the childish scowl that followed. They were safe.

For now.

"He was selling mouldy fruit tarts! And the sandwiches tasted like they were made ten thousand years ago!" She folded her arms and huffed childishly again when he set her down on her feet, his hands on his hips and a brow raised attractively under the mask. "I told him this politely and tried my best to not make a fuss. But no! He started yelling at me and got all the customers' attention!" Her blue eyes then turned beady with its glare. "Then that stupid man tried to insult Maman and Papa, saying how can a stupid kid like me with parents like them know any better? As if it's anyone's fault that my parents happen to be the best bakers in Paris!? He was clearly jealous of them. Anyways, I said his food sucked and that even a five-year-old could do a way better job! Hmmph!"

Ahh.

No wonder he got akumatised and had a nasty vendetta against the pouting girl. Chat Noir could only smile at her endearingly, always admiring the way Marinette could get so fired up and passionate on behalf of other people (even if it sometimes ended terribly for both parties and had the girl resort to petty measures). It's one of the many, many things about her that made his heart flutter and try his best to match her energy when he can. It's just a shame that instead of getting a chance to de-escalate the argument, Le Papillon reared his ugly head and took advantage of the fuming man's emotions.

But knowing firsthand how stubborn middle-aged French men can be, if Le Papillon didn't get involved, the argument could have very likely resulted in a physical brawl between the insulted man and Marinette.

She would win immediately hands down, no doubt about it without even having to lay a finger on him but now was not the time to muse about what-ifs.

"Well. It looks like he's itching to dice you up and put you on a tart. You should hide before the Akuma comes back and I'll warn your parents too just in case—"

"COME OUT, COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE, DUPAIN-CHENG! OR WOULD YOU RATHER THAT I GO AFTER YOUR PRECIOUS MAMA AND PAPA INSTEAD!? IF THEY'RE THE BEST BAKERS IN PARIS LIKE THE IDIOTS IN THE WORLD PROCLAIM THEN SURELY THEY'D MAKE EXCELLENT INGREDIENTS FOR MY ARTISTIC CUISINES!"

Just as Chat Noir was about to scoop her back in his arms and dart away, Marinette did a complete one-eighty and took on a strong, familiar stance. Fists curled by her sides, eyes now narrowed with determination and she stared down at the Akuma who was still quite a good distance away from them; his giant but clumsy form still looking for her with a hateful grimace on his face.

"Chat Noir. Get to the rooftop on the Akuma's left and have your catacylsme ready. I'll summon a Lucky Charm once I'm behind him. I guarantee that the butterfly is in his apron so hopefully I'll get a pair of scissors or something—oh, it doesn't matter. I'll take him down even if I'm given a useless paperclip." She was completely blind to the way Chat Noir gawked behind her, his jaw comically dropping to the floor and his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

He couldn't even utter a word.

"Let's go!" She ordered and just as she ran and reached the end of the rooftop they were standing on, her hand automatically went to the side of her hip.

When she didn't feel her yo-yo anywhere on her and realised that she was still decked up in her civilian attire, it was as if a bucket of icy cold water mercilessly poured on her head and her heart leapt out of her throat. In pure Marinette fashion, her face contorted into one that screamed 'I FUCKED UP' and slowly, ever so slowly, she faced her Chaton who was still gaping at her like a fish out of water.

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"...I can explain." She rasped weakly, closing her mouth tightly. Instead of laughing it all off and pretending nothing happened like he should've (that stupid, stupid cat!), Chat Noir got down to one knee, pulled off his ring, revealing himself to be none other than Adrien FUCKING Agreste and spoke.

"Marry me. Now. Please."

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Of course, Marinette screamed like a dying monkey in response and her complexion exploded into the brightest colour of red that humankind has ever seen.

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A.N: And they managed to defeat the Akuma somehow with Chat Noir chasing Ladybug around crying "PLEASE MAKE ME YOUR HUSBAND!" and Ladybug not listening at all, yelling "THIS IS A DISASTER!" over and over again.

After a few days of mulling it over though, she did finally accept his proposal but not without tying him upside down under the Eiffel Tower as punishment for revealing his identity to her like that.

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