In multifandom hell ..

Todoroki:... i don’t need sex. maybe YOU need sex

Midoriya: No. U-N-I-sex

A Moment To Them by breakingdawn77

It was hard, sometimes, not to be able to show affection as Ladybug and Chat, making sure, that Marinette and Adrien were only were the only ones allowed to be a couple. But that doesn’t mean they couldn’t have a secret moment. Okay, a wedding performed by the guardian of the kwami’s may not be little, but hey, go big or go home. Related to my ‘just friends story’ between ch. 27&28

Words: 4668, Chapters: 1, Status: Complete, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Rated: T

Genre: Romance/Humor

Characters: Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug

Pairings: [Adrien A./Cat Noir, Marinette D-C./Ladybug]

Lila: You still call your dad “daddy”? That’s so babyish.

Marinette, staring Lila dead in the eyes as she picks up: Hi, Adrien.

*finds out Ladybug is Marinette*

The way I want Adrien to develop a crush on Marinette in canon, or at least realise that he has a mega crush on Marinette, is for him to find out about the future she had planned for the two of them. 

Let’s say Marinette has a special sketchbook. This sketchbook is filled with drawings of their future house, of Adrien as an adult in multiple occupational settings, of Marinette and Adrien’s wedding, and most importantly, their future children. 

Let’s say Marinette had accidentally brought this sketchbook to school instead of her regular one. Let’s say she accidentally dropped this sketchbook while rushing out of school to help go meet Mme. Chamack to go babysit Manon. 

Let’s say Adrien was nearby and picked up the sketchbook.

He wasn’t able to call out to her before she ran off, so he kept it, deciding to give it back to her tomorrow. He gets into his car and is driven home.

Of course, though, he’s a cat, curious through and through. It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek, right? Besides, Marinette’s such an excellent designer, maybe he could put in a good word to his father.

He didn’t expect to see the wedding dress on the first page, a self-portrait of her in an intricate bun and gorgeous white lace. It’s mesmerizing. It makes him excited, already imagining her at her wedding, her giddy smile as she stands before her future groom. 

He turns the page. His cheeks burn. 

The future groom is apparently him. 

There he is, in a sunny, shiny beige suit and a wide, toothy grin. His hair is messy and his tie’s a bit loose, and it surprises him how specific she was in those details. That she wasn’t expecting him to be perfect. That she didn’t want him to be perfect. 

His heart thuds loudly in his chest, and he turns the page. 

It’s him in a lab coat, standing beside some complex piece of machinery that Marinette had definitely searched references to. Beside him is the single word “Physicist.” 

He turns the page again.

It’s him in a simple suit, wearing a tacky tie, standing in front of a chalk board and talking to a group. Beside this drawing, the word “Professor” is written.

Once again, he turns the page.

It’s him in his fencing uniform, standing on top of a podium. In one hand, he is holding a shiny medal that’s wrapped against his neck, grinning right beside it. In the other hand, he holds his foil, his helmet tucked under his arm. “Fencer.” He didn’t need to read the word to guess that one.

He turns at least fifteen pages, each one of him in a different occupation, something related to one of his hobbies or likes, even things he’s only ever had a casual interest in. He nearly laughed at the sight of him as an ice dancer. He won’t lie, he did like ice skating, but really?

It’s the last one that leaves him in near tears. 

It’s him laying casually on a couch, two little boys tucked under each of his arms, and one little girl curled up against the center of his chest. All four of the people in the picture are fast asleep in front of a TV. “Stay-At-Home Dad” was written next to this drawing. 

He chokes down his sob. The driver looks at him through the review mirror in concern, and sees the wide smile across the boy’s face. Happy tears, then. 

The next page shows the three children together. He smiles wider at the sight of their last names. 

Hugo Dupain-Cheng-Agreste

Louis Dupain-Cheng-Agreste

His eyes land on the girl’s name, and his heart stops. 

Emilie “Emma” Dupain-Cheng-Agreste.

He stares, and stares, and stares. Then he closes the sketchbook, and brings it close to his chest, almost scared of the idea of letting it go. He looks out the window and sees the mansion. They’ve apparently been here for quite some time. 

He scurries to his room, locks the door, and doesn’t come out until he’s memorized every single page of the sketchbook. Damn the consequences.

He eats dinner that night in a trance. Gabriel even comes down to eat with him, informed by a worried Nathalie of his son’s strange behaviour. Adrien barely acknowledges his presence, too occupied with his thoughts, smiling as though he were floating peacefully on a cloud. Nothing anyone says gets through to him.

He imagines his life with Marinette. Her in a pretty, professional bun and shy, loving smiles, dressed up as she’s about to go to her office as a head designer. Him in casual, comfy clothing as he makes breakfast for their family of five, kissing the cheeks of his three children and the lips of his wife. He’d help the kids get dressed, brush their teeth, and take them to school. Take care of their hamster at home, because they most certainly will have a hamster, he guarantees it. He’ll bring a home cooked lunch directly to his wife’s work, and she’d drop everything to take a lunch break with him because that’s the kind of person she is— attentive… loving… 

Beautiful, his mind supplies. Her smile, her personality, her work. All of it absolutely gorgeous. He doesn’t even pretend to disagree. Marinette had planned this whole life around him. She knows what she wants. Her position as a fashion designer won’t change, nor will her future wedding dress. But she left his role in her life so open. Every option is catered around what he’d possibly want in the future. All the occupations he could choose from, their children’s names, where they’d live, who would take whose last name, etc, etc. 

He buries his face into his pillow and giddily kicks his feet, his thoughts once again remembering Emilie “Emma” Dupain-Cheng-Agreste. She wants to name their future daughter after his mom. 

He cries himself to sleep that night, but unlike every other time, it’s tears of happiness. 

He wakes up the next day with a single mission on his mind.

Adrien slams the car door behind him, closes his eyes, and takes in a deep breath. He can feel the outline of Marinette’s sketchbook through his bag, pressed against his thigh. He can visualize every intricately drawn picture in his mind, having spent hours last night memorizing every page, every word.

He opens his eyes and smiles.

Marinette’s not here yet. It’s not a surprise, she’s usually late. Thats fine. In fact, it gives him time to enact his plan.

His eyes locks on Alya, standing at the steps and conversing— ah, wait, scratch that— flirting, with Nino. He makes a beeline towards the two, much too focused on his current mission to really care whether he interrupts them or not.

After all, his and Marinette’s future is on the line here. 

“Hey, Alya. Sorry, can I talk to you for a sec? It’s super important.”

The Ladyblogger raises an eyebrow, clearly not impressed with his interruption. She nods anyways, kissing Nino’s cheek goodbye, and lets Adrien drag her into the locker rooms. 

“Alright, Sunshine, what’s so important that you had to speak to me in private?”

Alya raises a skeptical eyebrow once again as he glances around at their surroundings. No Chloé or Lila, good. The only person who could plausibly be obnoxious or nosy would be Kim, but he seems to be too busy grinning down at his phone— probably texting Ondine.

Alya’s eyebrow arches even higher as Adrien reaches into his bag, angling his body to hide the sketchbook from the entryway’s view. 

At the sight of the familiar book, the forbidden sketchbook that Marinette usually keeps locked away similarly to her diary, Alya’s jaw drops. 

“Oh, fuck.”

Quickly, she snatches the book out of the boy’s hands, clutching it to her chest. 

“How the hell did you get this, Agreste?!” She hisses, keeping her voice low as to not attract attention. “What, did you sneak into Marinette’s room or something?! Dude!”

“What? No! No, she, uh,” Adrien pauses, his cheeks going pink at the sight of the sketchbook, momentarily distracted. He shakes his head and tunes back into the present. “She dropped it on the school steps yesterday. She left before I could give it back to her.”

Alya doesn’t seem totally convinced, and he doesn’t entirely blame her, especially after the Diary Incident featuring Sabrina and the trap box. 

“Did you look at what’s inside?”

This time, his cheeks go flush with shame. Still, he can’t help the besotted smile that stretches wide across his face at the reminder.

Three kids and a hamster.

Stay-At-Home Dad.

Emilie “Emma” Dupain-Cheng Agreste.

He’s snapped back into reality at the sound of surprised laughter. Alya looks positively delighted, for some reason, despite the fact that he basically just admitted to snooping with the use of his face. 

“Oh, god, you’re just as bad as her!”

At this rate, he’s going to turn into a tomato. 

“I, that, whuh,” he splutters. “I’m not bad! There’s nothing bad! Wait, what? I mean— Oh, forget it! Alya, quit laughing already, I need you to do something for me! Please?”

Dutifully, she stops laughing, but her grin goes nowhere. There’s a terrifying glint in her eyes, which would normally speak bad news if he were Chat Noir at the moment. Thankfully, he isn’t.

“Name it, Sunshine. I’ve been waiting for this for way too long.”

He briefly wonders just how long, exactly, Marinette’s been fantasizing about their future. He quickly brushes away the thought before he falls victim to another daydream.

“I need you to hand that back to Marinette and tell her you found it this morning under the locker room benches.”

Alya’s previously excited expression morphs into confusion, with a flicker of anger. 

“Excuse me?”

What she doesn’t say is, “You better not pretend as if nothing’s changed and string Marinette along, you dick.” The implications are still there, and wisely noted. 

He flashes a downright devious smirk, which catches his companion completely by surprise. He takes one more look at their surroundings, Lila and Chloé still nowhere to be seen. He leans in a little and whispers. 

“Well, it’s more fun to flirt with my future wife if she doesn’t have any way to see it coming, right?”

He turns and casually walks over to his locker, leaving Alya gobsmacked. 

As Adrien finally leaves the room, Alya’s elation begins to set in. Quickly, she reaches for her phone and deletes as many old akuma videos as she can.

It would be an announcement that would come out of nowhere. No one would believe it. They certainly wouldn’t understand it.

I mean, Marinette loves Adrien. ADRIEN AGRESTE, the Sunshine Child, the cinnamon roll, the pretty boy model, nice guy extraordinaire! It would make sense to be in love with Adrien. If everyone in the class swung that way, they would all be swinging in his general direction. It wasn’t hard to adore the heck out of that boy. Especially Marinette, who has spent most of the year hopelessly pining after him since they day they met!

Now suddenly, not only was she NOT chasing after Adrien anymore, but she was abandoning her efforts—after all this time, after all her attempts, after all her agonizing and catastrophizing and worst case scenarios involving him with literally anyone else, she’s just…giving him up for FELIX of all people?

But sure enough, it’s official the day that Marinette and Felix walk into class with her wearing his jacket, with Marinette blushing and looking all too happy and Felix having a downright soft expression.

Neither even had to say a word. Their actions practically screamed everything anyone needed to know.

And they still wouldn’t believe it.

Alya would be a mixed up bag of feelings. Incredulous because there’s no way Marinette would give up on Adrien. Shocked because Felix is the exact opposite of Adrien in every way and has none of the qualities that made Adrien the statue of her “compass”. Angry because she’s been taking part in all of her friend’s shenanigans to get Adrien’s attentions only to give up. Suspicious because an akuma is the most reasonable explanation she has. 

And confused as heck because WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN AND HOW DID SHE NOT KNOW?

Nino’s a bit put off because what does Felix have that his boy doesn’t? Honestly, he’s just glad Adrien has been so oblivious to Marinette’s crush before this because the heck?

The rest of the class has mixed responses. Most of them congratulate the new couple to varying degrees. The most exuberant would be Lila, though only because this is one less rival for Adrien. The most exuberant who is actually genuine would be Rose, who adores love in all its forms and would be happy that Marinette found love regardless of who it’s with. Adrien would be polite and supportive though still a bit surprised that Felix would be Marinette’s type. The others would be happy for Marinette if not confused. Chloe would be the only downer on the whole thing with a single snarky comment that of course the two of them would end up together.

But still everyone would wonder why?

There would be some concern by a few parties that Marinette’s relationship with Felix was a ruse to make Adrien jealous. When Alya or some of the other girls try to ask her, Marinette can’t really explain just what made her fall for Felix. Or at least, not anything they would believe.

They try to watch, but it makes no sense. Felix acts no differently than he always had. He and Marinette barely touch. They don’t hold hands. They don’t hug or kiss in public. They don’t give each other pet names or make goo-goo eyes at one another.

They’re just together. Sitting quietly side by side at the table, each doing their own separate thing. Felix reading his book. Marinette sketching a new design. How is that a relationship?

Nobody sees the way his hand reaches for hers under the table. Or the way she gently curls her fingers around his.