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lycorogue · 1 year

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Latest Story: Tell Me You Want Me When You’re Sober

I- was NOT expecting to write something today! Hooray for random shocks from my Muse!

Actually, for this story, I'd like to thank @ceejles. Some minor spoilers for the story, but ceejles’s SpyxFamily fanart inspired this piece. I just kept thinking about these three opening panels to her one fancomic, and picturing Loid as Adult Adrien and Yor as Adult Marinette. Add in the song "Siren" by April Fooze*, and you get this story. (Boy, it's fun to actually KNOW where inspiration came from!)

*April Fooze is the streamer Fuslie’s GTA NoPixel character.

Summary: While at Alya and Nino's house-warming party, Marinette wandered off to take a breather. Noticing her vanishing act, Adrien went to look for her. Hidden away in the guest bedroom being used as a coat-check room, the two take a moment to themselves. The fun little intimate moment between friends becomes more intimate than either of them anticipated.

Rating: Teen

Word Count: 1470

Status: completed one-shot

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Tell Me You Want Me When You’re Sober

“Adrien! Dance with me!” Marinette downed the last of her tequila sunrise before slamming the highball glass onto the guest bedroom dresser and pulling Adrien to his feet.

Adrien chuckled. “There isn't any music playing.”

Pouting at him, Marinette fumbled for her phone, and brought up some slinky, sultry club music. She slammed her phone on the dresser beside her glass and then gestured towards it.

“How am I supposed to dance to this?” Adrien laughed again and placed his hands on his hips.

“Oh, like you can't slink around?” Marinette stuck out her tongue. Her hips and head swayed with the music. Her hands slid up her sides, along her jawline, and then met above her head. As her hands traveled, her eyes closed. A smirk crossed her lips just before she gently bit her lower one. Her humming along with the song was what finally hooked her prey.

Adrien's hands wrapped around Marinette's waist, feeling it sway. Her shirt slid up a touch, and his ring and middle fingers brushed against her skin.

“Marinette, maybe we should go back to the party,” Adrien suggested in a hushed tone.

“Mm-mm.” She shook her head and pivoted in Adrien's hands so her back was towards him. She gathered her hair up and off her neck. “I like it in here.”

“Alya and Nino are going to wonder where we've vanished.”

“They have other guests. They won't notice.”

Adrien leaned into Marinette's ear. “I think they might.”

“Mmmm. I wanna dance. There's no place to dance out there.”

“We're in their spare bedroom. There's no place to dance in here either.”

“There's plenty of space.” Marinette slid out of Adrien's hands, kicked off her shoes, and climbed up onto the bed piled with coats.

“That's not a very sturdy dance stage.”

Trying to prove otherwise, Marinette planted her feet and started dipping low as she continued to sway with the music. Her hands traveled across her body before stretching out and beckoning for Adrien to join her.

He shook his head no and curled a finger to beckon her to him instead.

Stubbornly, Marinette twirled on the bed. Her foot caught on one of the coats, throwing her off balance.

“Marinette!” Adrien rushed forward as Marinette tumbled sideways off the bed. He easily caught her in a bridal carry. “You okay?”

She nodded, and he placed her back onto her feet, his hands still firmly on her sides to help steady her.

“I told you that wasn't a good place to dance. Come on, let's get back to the party.”

Eyebrows stitched together in mild frustration, Marinette grabbed either side of Adrien's shirt collar. With a tug she pulled Adrien the few inches down she needed to reach him while on her tiptoes. Their lips collided with a satisfied moan rolling from Marinette's chest.

Eyes wide with a start, Adrien kept a millisecond to register what just happened. As the heat from Marinette's lips reached his brain he leaned into the kiss, slamming her gently into the wall a few inches behind her. Their bodies pressed against each other; her hands still tugging hungrily on his shirt. A low growl rumbled through Adrien's throat. Marinette's tongue pressed against his lips, asking for entry.

With a quick inhale, Adrien pulled away; the spell of the music, low lighting, and muffled sounds of the party around them broken. The faint tang of orange clung to his lips; transferred there from Marinette's tongue.

“Adrien?” Marinette was still pinned against the wall. Her hair was matted around her head like a sloppy halo. Her eyes were half lidded and luring. Her lips were barely parted and a deep red from their brief encounter. The rose in her cheeks had bled to her ears, and Adrien wasn't sure if it was from the booze, the dancing, or the kiss.

“You're drunk,” he whispered.

“I am.” Her right hand followed the trim of his collar to the back of his neck. She gently pulled on it; instructing him to lean back into her.

Adrien rested his forehead against hers; his eyes closed. “You don't know what you want.”

“No,” she whispered back. “Being drunk means I know exactly what I want. But now I'm not going to stop myself from getting it.” Her right hand continued to press on the back of his neck as her left skirted around to his back.

Adrien's breath hitched. He stood frozen with his forehead against hers as she hungrily pulled on him to bring him back to her mouth. The song transitioned to another; this one a bit more upbeat with some rap. Neither of them noticed the music anymore.

Adrien nuzzled against the side of Marinette's face and whispered in her ear. “Marinette. Listen to me. Listen carefully, okay?”

She hummed acknowledgment and tilted her head away; opening her collarbone up to him.

“Marinette, I want you.”

“I want you too, Adrien.” She kissed his jawline. “So, this works out well, doesn't it?” Her hands slid down his body and caught on the waistband of his pants.

“No.” He took a step away from her, catching her hands in his. With an intensity that Marinette didn't recall seeing before, Adrien repeated himself. “I want you. I don't know exactly how drunk you are, so, I'm hoping it's not black-out drunk. I need you to hear this and remember it.” Dropping one of her hands, Adrien cradled her chin instead. “If I'm truly what you want – who you want – know that I want you too.”

“I'm right here, Adrien. I am right here. We're alone. There's a bed-”

Adrien covered her mouth. “Stop! Stop this! Marinette, I know this isn't how you want to do this. This wasn't how you wanted to tell me. This isn't how you pictured us getting together. You don't want it to be while you're drunk and we're hidden away during our best friends' house-warming party. If you truly want it at all.”

Marinette batted his hand off her and ripped her other hand out of his. “Don't! Don't you dare tell me what I do and don't want. You don't know. You're not in my head. You don't know how I feel. You don't know how hard it is for me to not do this every second we're in a room together. Just let me have this! Let me be free! Let me finally get out of my own way! This isn't about Alya or Nino. This is about me and you and us!”

“Then do it right.” Adrien was calm and gentle, almost pleading.

Marinette shook her head in confusion, “I- I don't-”

“Get out of your own way when you're sober! Marinette. I. Want. To be. With. You! I didn't want to tell you that while you're drunk, though. I don't want us getting together to be something you might not remember - or worse - regret.”

“Adrien.”

“I want this to be true. God! For years I've wanted for this-” he gestured towards Marinette and the bed, “-to all be true. Now that it looks like it is?” He heaved a sigh. “Call me tomorrow. When you're sober. We can pick this up again then. If you still want to.”

She stared at him, her eyes frantically scanning his face. His gaze drifted to her still parted lips. With a subtle shudder, he turned towards the dresser. Closing the music app, he scooped up her phone and handed it to her.

“Come on. Let's get you some water and get back to the party before anyone misses us.”

“Adrien?”

“Hmm?”

“You want me?”

“I mean, yeah?”

“Why didn't you tell me?”

Marinette folded into herself. “That's kind of apples and oranges, isn't it? I mean. I'm me and you're- you.”

“Exactly. I'm surprised you're so shocked that I'd be too nervous to say anything before.”

“Nervous? But, I'm-”

“One of my first friends? Someone who basically has her pick of guys to choose from? The most amazing and kind person I've ever met? Absolutely gorgeous? Yeah, no. What do I have to be nervous about?”

“Adrien. You were a literal model who lived in a mansion.”

“Point?” He smirked.

“Call me tomorrow? If I forget to? If I get in my own way again?”

He nodded and held out his hooked arm for her. She threaded her arm through his and he escorted her to the kitchen for some water.

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The next day, she made the phone call they had both been waiting on for years.

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coffeebanana · 7 months

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🐕‍🦺for the summary

A drunken game of Twister somehow lands Marinette in Adrien's bed. And there's cuddling. The sort that feels like maybe it's leading to something a little less than platonic. So when an Akuma interrupts the fun, Marinette is NOT about to let Hawk Moth win. Not tonight. This would have been a lot easier if she'd remembered to transform.

"Come on, Adrien." She yanked his hand harder as they raced down the stairs. This would have been so much easier if she could just carry him, but superpowers or not, she didn't exactly trust her coordination right now. "We just need to get to the--fuck!"

Skidding to a stop on the landing between the second floor and the lobby, Marinette stared in horror at the purple smoke that was already creeping through the cracks around the door below. They'd been too slow. It was time for plan B.

Letting go of Adrien's hand (regretfully), she reached for the yo-yo hooked to her--wait. why was it in a pocket? Why did her suit have pockets?

Well, probably for the same reason her transformation had given her a fuzzy onesie and slippers in the place of her usual transformation. Tikki must have been affected by her drunkenness.

None of that mattered so long as she could still do her job and get Adrien to safety. Smoke was quickly filling the landing below, but it hadn't yet reached the hole in the middle of the staircase, which extended to the parking lot floors below. All they had to do was drop down there and they'd be able to find a new exit.

Marinette tossed her yo-yo towards the bannister, frowning as she watched it in midflight. Even her weapon didn't look the way it usually did. It was red, sure. But it lacked its usual spots. And as for ease of handling...it crashed to the floor half a metre away from its destination.

Ugh. Apparently she was going to have to do this the hard way. She bent down to pick up the yo-yo, and was about manually wrap it around the bannister when Adrien grabbed her wrist.

"Marinette, I'm not sure--" Adrien broke off when she whirrled around to face him.

"Adrien, I know you're scared."

"Oh. I'm not actually--"

"But you have nothing to worry about. You're safe with me." She stepped closer, raising a hand to cup his cheek. She had to keep herself from licking her lips at the tiny gasp he let out. There would be time to explore whatever that meant later. "You're always safe with me."

His gaze softened, and he gave a small chuckle. "And normally, I wouldn't doubt that. But..."

Marinette dropped her hand, frowning. Why was there a but? She was freaking Ladybug! And even if she weren't, she'd still find his lack of faith insulting.

He certainly hadn't looked at her that way earlier, when she'd had to crawl underneath him to place her right hand on green.

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thanks for the ask!! 💜

#ask response #wackus-bonkus-maximus #miraculous ladybug #adrinette #ladrien #sort of #marinette THINKS it's ladrien at least 😂#this is pure crack because like. i genuinely refuse to believe someone can ACTUALLY be this drunk but #it's FUNNY OKAY #i also have other ideas about how this plays out--and backstory for why she's wearing the onesie #but i'll keep those to myself for now on the odd chance i ever end up writing the rest of this LOL

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verfound · 7 months

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FIC: "We Should Honeymoon in Paris" - 1/2 (MLB; Lukanette)

Rating: Teen and Up

Characters/Pairings: Juleka Couffaine, Luka Couffaine, Marinette Dupain-Cheng; Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Summary: After ending a bar crawl at Juleka and Marinette’s flat, Luka has a proposition for Marinette. A pretty big one. There’s just one problem: don’t you have to be, y’know, together to go on a honeymoon?

Author’s Notes/Warnings: Dan and Shay have this new song called “We Should Get Married”, and apart from completely pandering to Zero to Married Couffaine there’s also a line about how they should “honeymoon in Paris, talking ‘bout Tennessee”, which got me curious. Did y’all know there are 48 cities in the world named “Paris”? 😂

“We Should Honeymoon in Paris”

Marinette knew Luka was drunk. There was no way he couldn’t be drunk. For starters, she had seen him drinking – he’d had at least two shots and three beers to her half a wine cooler. And that was after he’d shown up at their door after bar crawling with Dingo.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Juleka had asked, unimpressed, when she’d opened the door to find him on the other side. “You have your own flat.”

“It’s occupied,” he’d said, rolling his eyes. “Dingo met someone at the last bar. It’s gonna get real ugly real fast, and I’d rather not be around to clean up after his drunk ass, thank you very much.”

“And we want to be here to clean up after yours?” she had scoffed, but she’d still stepped aside like the good sister she was to let him in. He’d smacked a kiss against her cheek as he’d passed her – one she’d been quick to rub off with a scowl as she slammed the door behind him. “You reek. God, how much have you had?”

#miraculous ladybug #luka couffaine #marinette dupain-cheng #juleka couffaine #ml fic #ver fic #honeymoon in paris #drunken confessions #luka couffaine is a fucking idiot #drunk luka couffaine #zero to married couffaine #endgame lukanette #lukanette endgame #now with bonus manic pixie sister in law

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monpetitchattriste · 6 months

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The reason I love ladynoir so much is thet no matter what they have each other back.

Through think and thin they will stand by each other because they know each other without truly knowing each other

That even if things go wrong they will have someone to pick up the pieces had help eachother out.

Sure the same could be said for Adrienette but it's different because ladynoir can't truly know what the reason for their problems are. They no next to nothing about each other besides minor details but they trust their lives with each other.

It's just a different vibe.

All sides of the locer square have unconditional love but for ladynoir it has a different meaning

It's unconditional in a life and death manor that makes it so appealing

#in this ted talk i will go on forever #but i am drunk so i will stop #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous lb #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #ladybug #ladynoir

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ladyofthenoodle · 1 year

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Okay you shouldn't have to but i would love to hear how Socqueline is to Alya what Zoé is to Chloé and Adrien 🫣 that intrigues me

you are so right but here it is. here is the earth. damn that is a sweet earth you might say. ROUND. but

the ml writers don’t think so. they are le tired. fire ze missiles! they are zoe and socqueline and it is season 5. the missiles are laser targeted to the gaps in the narrative that adrien, chloe, and alya could have filled. maybe all blondes with shitty parents are interchangeable. maybe marinette can just switch one savior for another. maybe the fans won’t notice that the characters they’ve been invested in since season one have their screen time and purpose split with a character who was just introduced. and if they do notice, those fans are just salty and not real fans so we can dismiss them. who cares that they’ve spent countless words and energy defending their faves for the first 3 seasons if they’re not willing to automatically love these new characters that we tell them to love without question.

admittedly. i am an alya stan and not a chloe stan. so i have my own biases! but zoe and socqueline and both late additions that we are told we are supposed to like, even as they take screen time and meaning away from the characters we’ve spent years invested in. they aren’t bad characters but they haven’t earned the loyalty the show wants us to give them. and they aren’t worth pushing the characters we are already invested in - for better or worse - to the back burner.

#i have a whole rant about zoe in adoration taking chat noirs role #i don’t recall if i posted that publically or if it was just a discord rant #but essentially #marinette confessing her love to adrien after zoe’s confession #undercuts all the glaciator eps with chat noir #why is zoe’s confession more meaningful that chat noir???#do the writers not realize how much that devalues the marichat relationship???#god does any of this make sense i’m drunk #miraculous ladybug #ask

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lily-drake · 2 years

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Stars

Only day of Jasonette July I’m doing

It was a clear night, well as clear as a night could be in Gotham. Only a few stars were able to peek out from the grime and gloom of the city, and what a shame that this night was being wasted. Marinette took another swig from her bottle of wine as she waited on the curb for her ride to show up. It had been a crappy past couple of days, and while she knew what she was doing, even in her intoxicated state, was stupid, she just could not bring herself to care. The roar of a motor and soon after the kill of the engine sounded to her left. She didn’t even glance at the person who had dismounted said bike as she already knew who it was.

“Pix, what the h*?! It’s like 4 O’clock in the morning!”

Marientte simply took another swing of the bottle disappointed when there was only a little bit left and now completely gone. She could feel Jason’s gaze boring into her and slowly she tilted her head to face him. She hadn’t noticed before how nicely the lights would reflect in his turquoise eyes. It reminded her of the stars in the sky, the ones that she was never allowed to see due to the city lights even while she was in Paris. Jason’s eyes were so different from his. Marinette attempted to take another swig from the bottle at the mere memory of the past few days' events but frowned when nothing came out. Jason let out a small sigh as he crouched down and carefully took the bottle out of her grip.

“What’s wrong Marinette?”

Jason asked, concern lacing his tone. He had seen her on bad days, but he had never seen her get this bad. Marinette shook her head, lowering it into her palms. Goodness she was a mess.

“Look, you woke me up before the sun came up, and this ride ain’t free. Your fair is why your currently intoxicated on the curb near East End of all places.”

Marinette shook her head again, trying to get the image out of her head. He had found her. She had tried so hard to get away from it all, it had been three years now since she left and there wasn’t a hint anyone had gotten a whiff of her. Now they know, he knows. He found her and everything she did and built up is OVER!

“Marinette you need to breathe! Come on Pix, I’ve got you. Shhhh, hey, it’ll be alright.”

Marientte could hear the steady Ba-dump ba-dump of a heart against her ear and began to subconsciously match her breathing to the sound as the feeling of a warm jacket around her shoulders began to pull her back to reality.

“Hey, it’s okay Pix. You’re doing so good. Just keep breathing, I’ve got you.”

Marinette let herself fully slump against the older man, soul deep exhaustion pulling heavily against her body. There was the sound of a bottle being kicked and Marinette quickly sat up, high alert. Only reason she didn’t hit Jason’s face being that he had an extremely fast reaction time. Marinette searched for dark green slitted eyes in all of the shadows that surrounded the two. He had already seen her, recognized her, he had left flowers on her-no, she wasn’t going to think about that now. She couldn’t, but what if he was watching her even now?! Jason looked around in the dark, his guard high, but there was nothing. When she looked up to check the roofs and saw nothing she looked back at the sky, the smog was covering the sky again, there was nothing to look at anymore.

“Hey, why don’t we take you home?”

Marinette flinched at that. She couldn’t go back to her apartment, he could be waiting for her. Memories of what had happened in Paris flashed through her eyes and she began to shake. Not again, not again, not again!

“It’s okay, we don’t have to. You can come stay at mine. There should still be some of your clothes there from your last visit, and I don’t mind lending you some if you need it.”

That sounded good. Jason had always protected her before. He had never done or forced her to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with. He was here after all. She was drunk off her a* and he hadn’t made a single move on her. He would have.

“I don’t want to go back.”

Was all she muttered as she burrowed further against Jason’s chest. Going back meant she would be–that something bad would happen.

“Alright, I’ll take you back to my apartment. Everything will be okay.”

And with that Jason carefully stood up letting Marinette wrap her legs around his waist as he walked the short distance back to his bike.

“Can you hold onto the handle bars?”

Marinette gave a small nod and let him help her onto the bike before he sat right behind her. Marinette gripped the handle bars, relishing in how safe she felt as Jason’s arms nearly encircled her as he too grabbed the handle bars. She leaned back against his chest slightly and stared at his face as they drove at high speeds through Gotham back to Jason’s personal apartment. As she gazed at him she watched at the city lights continuously reflected in his eyes creating new universes with every corner taken. She was so mesmerized by his star-like eyes she hadn’t even realized that they had come to a stop.

“You doin’ okay Pix? Your cheeks seem a little pinker than usual.”

Marinette shook her head slightly to rid her mind of all of her stupid thoughts, but it was a bad idea as it simply made her world more dizzy which made her blush even more out of embarrassment. She let Jason escort her up the flights of stairs and let herself finally relax once they entered the modest flat. She was safe for now, at least that’s what she wanted to believe. For now, she would relish this starry night and the gentleness Jason showed only her as he made sure that she was comfortable while she recovered from her …outing. Slowly she shut her eyes as the feeling of a warm blanket surrounded her and leaned into the gentle kiss placed upon her temple.

“I’ll wait till ready Mare. Just remember that I’ll always be there for you.”

Marinette smiled at the words and let herself fall into a gentle slumber where she dreamed of a turquoise galaxy with orbs of bright light surrounding it.

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lesbitorte · 2 years

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Oh gods, Ladybug doesn't like Chat Noir calling her Bugginette because it's too close to Marinette.

#can't believe it took me eight years and getting a bit drunk while hanging out with my dad #Adrien is so oblivioussss #i said eight years but it's actually seven lol #anyways can't also believe that I've been into this shit for so long #also the fact that I decided to get drunk with my dad instead of studying for my finals lol #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #ml #chat noir #miraculous chat noir #Marinette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien #adrien agreste #also I wanted all of you to read my drunk brain thought that maybe is right

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solaneandbawb · 1 year

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Buttercup and Bourbon

Multimouse has had too much to drink, and Chat Noir is just wanting to escort his Purrincess home!

Based on the Snippet Sprint:

Characters - Multichat Prompt - Buttercup & Bulletin Board

First posted on the Miraculous Discordance Server!

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The sound of giggling drifted down to the streets below. Passersby would glance up occasionally, curious what was causing the two heroes of Paris to cause such a ruckus. The people had become complacent when it came to heroes, butterflies, villains, and the destruction caused by all three. Seeing the shadow of a figure leaping across overhead was a typical sight, and would only lead to speculation as to whether it was a weekly patrol or a supervillain on the prowl. Akuma alerts had become a regular occurrence, and measures were in place to help evacuate highly populated areas should an Akuma appear. However, laughter from the rooftops was less common, and it was a bit unnerving to hear it filter down unrestrained.

"Chat!!" Multimouse laughed, spilling her drink slightly as it sloshed around in her cup. "It's not so easy being a hero. Late nights! Lost homework! Boy troubles!!"

Chat Noir was certain that joining Multimouse--Marinette--for a drink had been a bad idea, but he also was glad that she was with him and not roaming the streets like a drunk little mouse--or worse... mice!! "Mari-Multimouse! Maybe you've had enough to drink. It's time to get you home."

"Oh, Kitty!" She crowed, and he was hit by the strong, overly sweet smell of alcohol, "Home is where the heart is!"

"That may be the case," Chat said as he moved to help her to her feet--a failed maneuver as the moment she took his hand, he was pulled down next to her. "Oof!! ...b-but you still need to head back."

She gazed at him longways, staring intently as if deep in thought. "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes look like a cat."

He let out a laugh of his own, "Yes. Many times. It comes with the Miraculous." He rolled aside and got back to his feet. "Speaking of Miraculous, I'm sure Ladybug wouldn't want a drunk mouse running around the city. So please let me escort you home!"

"But I'm not done!" She took another drink, "And besides, once I'm home, I'm just going to be surrounded by all the things I hate the most."

"The things... what things?" His curiosity was peaked, and he had to remind himself that he shouldn't bait her into talking more than she already had. She would be angry if she spoke too many of her own personal secrets to him--no matter how much he wanted to know what was going on inside the mind of the most (second most?--he still wasn't sure) brilliant girl he'd ever met.

"Eyes. They stare at me. Eyes everywhere!" She said as if telling a ghost story, earning a raised brow from the cat hero.

"Eyes?"

"Yes!! The eyes of Buttercup!!" She said dramatically, . "He stares at me when I sleep. When I work. When I wake up, he's the first thing I see. Plastered all'ver my bull'tin board. Onm'walls.Onmy'puter." Her words were starting to slur together, but he was certain he understand enough to get the idea.

"Let's get you home, Mari." He whispered, finally getting a good enough grip on her to gently lift her into his arms without resistance. "You need food...and sleep."

"I can't sleep with the eyes." She replied, burying her face into his neck and breathing in too deeply, "You smell nice."

"Thank you, but again--that comes with the Miraculous."

"You smell like... Adrien."

He froze, waiting for her to continue, choosing not to stick his foot in his mouth with the drunk hero in his arms.

"I us'd to buy i' all the ti'e. Radiant...Carefree..." She sighed, and he let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "...Dreamy..."

His cheeks dusted pink with a blush, but she was too distracted to notice.

"I should throw 'way the botl's." She mused. "And get ri' of the eyes..."

"Don't make any rash decisions, Princess." He tucked her in closer as he began leaping across rooftops. She was relaxed in his arms, and he wasn't even sure she was awake when they arrived. Landing gently on the balcony, he maneuvered so that he could open the trap door without disturbing her.

Once inside, he gently laid her on her bed. She snuggled deeper. "Can you get rid of the eyes..." Chat's keen ears picked up her mumbled words.

"Sure, Princess, you'll be safe here." He looked up, ready to make up some sort of story to remove this fictional monster she insisted existed in her room...

...and all he saw was green. Green eyes. Staring at him from every direction. He looked down at the girl, then back at the walls, hoping that his imagination (and the little bit he'd had to drink) were to blame, but he was not so lucky.

Adrien Agreste stared back at him.

Adrien Agreste in everyday clothes, latest fashion, and group photos of friends. Hearts decorated many of the photos. Drawings of flowers surrounded others--buttercups.

Buttercups.

Buttercups!

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... Adrien Agreste is Buttercup ...

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #my fic #multichat #snippet #snippet sprint #Miraculous Discordance Discord #Drunk #Drunk Multimouse #Buttercup #one shot #one-shot #marinette dupain cheng #multimouse #miraculous ladybug #chat noir

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itsnothappening · 2 years

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cloud nine [chloe & jon]

word count: +0.7k

summary: "i said i love you," chloe mumbled now, her secret out in the open. "and i hate that i love you because i know you'll never feel the same."

a/n: part 2 to seventh heaven!!

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Chloe yawned loudly — and drunkenly — as Jon, who was much soberer than her, drove her to her apartment. Obviously, with her being the famous personality she was, her apartment was the best of the best.

Chloe couldn't wait to sink into the plush sheets of her bed, especially since she had puked her guts out at the party. Apparently, without Marinette to censor her, Chloe couldn't control her alcohol intake.

But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing.

"You know," Chloe somewhat slurred to Jon. "I really, really, really like you."

Jon looked at her sideways and raised his eyebrows curiously. "I really like you too."

Chloe giggled loudly, head lolling to the side. "Not like a friend, idiot. Like actually like-like you."

The car jerked abruptly, but Jon said nothing. If Chloe was sober, she would have stopped herself immediately after the first words slipped out, but drunk Chloe had no filter.

"Do you wanna know what I like about you?" Chloe phrased it like a question, but really, it was a statement.

Jon remained silent, continuing to drive, which Chloe took as a yes.

She started off with the most obvious. "You're pretty. Like, really pretty, in the way that I kinda feel like I can't breathe. I love it and I hate it at the same time because it means other girls like you too. I don't like that."

If Chloe looked closer, she would have seen the slight blush growing on Jon's cheeks, and yet, he was silent.

Chloe continued, ignoring his silence, and in hindsight, making the situation worse. "But that's not the only thing, obviously. I love how you can make me laugh, even when I'm about to cry."

Sniffling a little at that, Chloe rubbed her eyes 'surreptitiously' so that Jon didn't get suspicious.

Jon looked at her for the first time since she had started her 'speech.'

"Are you alright?" he asked, concernedly, already getting ready to stop the car.

Chloe tried to hold back the tears — she really did — but it just wasn't working, no matter how much she tried.

Immediately, Jon pulled the car over and gathered her in his arms as she sobbed.

Jon attempted to soothe her by running his hands over her hair, as he had done countless times before, despite Chloe's warnings not to, but nothing seemed to be working.

"Shh," he whispered, his heart already breaking on looking at Chloe's tear-stained eyes, and mascara-run cheeks. "Tell me what I can do to help you. Please, Chloe."

Chloe shook her head despondently, unable to stop the tears from slipping out.

"You can't do anything," she choked out. "You'll just make it worse."

That one sentence was enough to make Jon's passage of time pause...and shatter. Those were five words he never thought he would hear Chloe say to him. What had he done?

Chloe noticed his expression and rushed to make things right. "No — that's not what I meant—"

But Jon was already standing up, getting ready to leave because if he would just make things worse, wouldn't it be better if he just left? Before he ruined things even more?

"Jon, wait—" Chloe said, standing up, eyes wide. "I didn't mean that I swear."

Jon looked at her, hurt pasted all across his face. "Then why would you say something like that?"

Chloe was angry now — how could he get mad at her for something she couldn't even control?

Angry-drunk Chloe had even fewer regards for filters as she yelled out, "Because I love you!"

There was complete silence after that — not a sound was made except for Chloe's heavy breathing, and Jon's almost imperceptible breathing.

"What?" he gaped at Chloe like a fish. "You— what?"

"I said I love you," Chloe mumbled now, her secret out in the open. "And I hate that I love you because I know you'll never feel the same."

"What are you talking about?"

Chloe jumped; Jon had super-speed to her, his face inches away from hers.

"What do you mean?" she asked, using her usual arrogance as her shield.

Jon was closer than he had ever been before now. Just a tiny step forward and they would be kissing...

"I mean," Jon said, his breath fanning across Chloe's lips. "I love you too."

In less than a second, the two of them were kissing fiercely on the side of the road, barely pulling away for air.

It was only sometime later that those three words were uttered again.

When they sat in the car again, they realised how much time had passed.

Chloe couldn't help but giggle as she saw the 18 missed calls from Marinette. How the tables had turned.

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starscay · 4 months

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Drunk on Your Love

“Marinette!” He calls, running over and throwing his arms around her. She returns the embrace as he burrows his face into her shoulder.

“I thought you left,” He whines, his breath hot against her and smelling vaguely of the tequila shots she had seen him taking with Juleka earlier.

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A very drunk Adrien, his lack of object permanence, and his love for Marinette (1.1k words)

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sariahsue · 4 months

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Adrien, drunk: I love you.

Marinette: How many people have you said that to?

Adrien: Everyone.

Marinette: Everyone?

Adrien, giggling: Yes, I've been telling everyone that I love you.

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saytr · 6 months

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Chat: Thanks for calling me, i take it from here

College classmate: Sure man, she kept talking and crying about a "kitty" and we called her "pick up if drunk" contact. To be honest, didn't see a literal superhero to come, haha!

Chat: Ha! Yes, the world is a small place

Marinette: kitty, chaton...wh y here?

Chat: Because you are drunk

Marinette: Are y...mad at me? (Tears up)

Chat: No, a bit worried and frustrated but never mad

Chat leans in and presses a kiss next to her ear.

Chat: we talk at home...

Marinette: okay...

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ecoamerica · 20 days

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coffeebanana · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Additional Tags: Post-Reveal Pre-Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Love Confessions, Aged-Up Character(s), Drunk Kissing, no beta we die like my motivation

Summary

Adrien's housewarming party gets a little more interesting when Marinette decides his lap is her new favourite chair.

Read on Ao3 or under the cut.

On some level, Adrien was aware of his surroundings. Of the music blaring and his guests conversing.

That level had admittedly been thrown off-balance.

It was supposed to be his housewarming party, never mind the fact he’d moved in nearly six months prior. In truth, he suspected his friends had just wanted an excuse to throw a party, and after a childhood spent missing out on that sort of fun, Adrien hadn’t exactly put up a fight.

Still, the party had become mere background noise during the fifteen minutes since Marinette had plopped herself into his lap, nearly spilling her drink in the process. Adrien had welcomed her happily—surely he could handle a bit of drunk cuddling from the the girl who held his heart in her hands on a daily basis, even if she was a tad more handsy than he was used to.

But then she set down her empty glass and reached up to squish his cheeks.

“Your face! It’s so squishy and adorable!”

She giggled as she let go, and Adrien’s stomach swooped as her nose pressed into the crook of his neck. When Adrien settled a tentative hand on her back, Marinette breathed a contented sigh and burrowed in deeper.

Adrien. Was. Screwed.

The smirks Alya kept sending him whenever she caught his eye from across the room definitely weren’t helping.

And when Marinette mumbled something that sounded a lot like I love you, Adrien was convinced he was about to die.

Of course, she didn’t mean it like that. She couldn’t mean it like that, could she? Maybe the alcohol could mean it on her behalf, but that wasn’t what Adrien wanted.

Still, he couldn’t bring himself to ask her to move.

“You having a good time?” he asked.

“Hmm…” She placed a hand on his chest and slid it down until her fingers brushed the sliver of exposed skin above his jeans. “I am now,” she practically purred.

That was officially all Adrien could handle—he wasn’t a damn saint.

“Marinette, come on.” He nudged her with his shoulder. When she wouldn’t budge, he poked her repeatedly in the side until she squealed and slid onto the couch cushion beside him. Her legs were still draped over his, but…he could deal with that.

Probably.

“You’re drunk,” he said, forcing his expression into something light.

“I’m tipsy.”

“You were tipsy two drinks ago.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “You’re counting my drinks?”

“I—” I was watching you. “It’s not like that. I just happened to notice. You know I’m good with numbers.”

Marinette’s nose wrinkled adorably. Which was so not what Adrien needed when he was trying to keep himself from kissing her senseless.

“I’m not that drunk,” she said. “I was pacing myself.”

Adrien bit back a laugh. He’d seen her down a shot no more than a few minutes before she’d come to see him. “Oh, really?”

“Yeah, really.” She booped him on the nose, her finger slipping slightly off the center. “See? My hand-eye coordination is perfect!”

“Oh, yeah. Purr-fect indeed.”

Marinette giggled again, and one of her hands found its way back to his cheek. Her smile faded, and her eyes grew wide and serious.

“Maybe I drank a little more than I usually do. But I wanted to be able to talk to you.”

“What do you mean? We talk all the time.”

Despite his better judgment, Adrien found himself mirroring her, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear and letting his thumb brush against her cheekbone. When she leaned into his touch, Adrien’s heart sped up.

Marinette shook her head slowly against his hand. “Not like this.”

“I’m confused, Bug.”

It took her a while to respond, time during which her front teeth fiddled with her bottom lip, and Adrien did his best not to stare.

“Do you still love me?” she finally asked, her voice barely loud enough to carry over the music.

Adrien’s throat suddenly felt dry. “Of course I love you. You kn—”

“No, no. Are you still in love with me?”

Adrien opened his mouth. Closed it and looked away. Finally he managed to reply through clenched teeth. “Marinette, that’s not fair. You can’t just…you know the answer.”

“No. I don’t. The last year, since we found out about Monarch…” She leaned in a little closer, and it was all Adrien could do to keep from losing himself in her eyes. “It’s been a lot. And I know we’ve gotten a lot closer in some ways, but…”

She looked down, and Adrien’s stomach fell with her gaze. He nudged her chin, and when her eyes shot back up to his, he quickly forgot every reason he’d had for pushing her away.

Honestly, he’d had more to drink than he usually did, too.

“I just need to know,” Marinette said. “Because I don’t want to sound like an idiot if…You know what? Never mind.”

Her hand dropped from his cheek as she tried to swing her legs off of his lap. Adrien grabbed her knees, not yet willing to let her go.

Not ever willing to let her go if he had a choice.

She stared back at him, seeming torn between fear and…something else that Adrien couldn’t quite put his finger on.

The music blared on in the background, mingling with cries of joy and and pockets of conversation, but Adrien’s entire world had narrowed to just the two of them.

“Yes,” he said. “I still love you. How could I stop?”

Marinette sucked in a breath and reached desperately for his hands. “I don’t know. I haven’t been able to stop, either.”

“Huh?” Adrien’s heart beat frantically. “What are you saying?”

Adrien made no attempt to stop Marinette as she straddled his lap, cradling his face in both hands and pressing her forehead to his.

“I’m saying I’m in love with you too. That I’ve been in love with some or every version of you since pretty much the day we met, I was just too scared to tell you.”

“Oh,” Adrien said, before realizing he should probably say a little more than that.

He was saved from having to come up with something when her lips pressed against his.

As Adrien sank into the kiss, a tiny voice in the back of his mind urged him to slow down. A microscopic voice, really, soon suppressed by the feeling of Marinette’s fingers tangling into his hair.

If Marinette was being honest, then they’d both been wanting this for years. And she must have been telling the truth, since she wasn’t a liar—something Adrien knew both because of how well he knew her and because lips which tasted so sweetly of whatever fruity drink she'd been sipping on must only be capable of telling the truth. So the odds of regretting it tomorrow, in Adrien’s admittedly biased opinion, were probably pretty low.

The odds that he was already falling deeper in love with her? Those were dangerously high.

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verfound · 7 months

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MINIFIC: Oct. 23: Day 10: Full Moon (MLB, Lukanette, DLM AU)

Continuing from Ch8-9. Let's see if I can stay caught up. 😂

For @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers October Minific Challenge 2023.

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To Feel Alive Again: Ch10: Full Moon

“That won’t work, you know.”

Marinette jumped at the voice, and that was probably the proof of his words right there. She tried to scowl at Luka, but she found her face didn’t want to cooperate. She turned away instead, tipping her head back against the chair she had brought up to the roof a few hours ago and glaring at the moon.

It had no right to be so pretty, she thought as she took another long drink from the bottle in her hand. The world wasn’t pretty. It didn’t deserve pretty things like that full moon above her when it had such ugliness inside.

“At least share,” Luka sighed as he dropped to the roof beside her, plucking the bottle from her fingers and taking a swig.

“No one invited you,” she bit, snatching the bottle back. Luka coughed as some of the alcohol went down the wrong pipe, and she smirked as she tipped the bottle back. The lip was wet from…well, his lips. Gross. “I only share with people I invite. This was a solo party.”

“Didn’t anyone ever tell you it’s bad form to drink alone?” he asked, taking the bottle back. She glared at him, and he lifted an unimpressed eyebrow in turn.

…she probably looked like a grumpy kitten to him. He was condescending like that. The asshole.

“Stop checking up on me,” she said, turning away with a huff and slumping back in her chair. She pulled the blanket she’d brought up tighter around her shoulders. It was an indulgence she had gotten with her first post-death paycheck: a thick, pink, Sherpa-lined throw that was sinfully soft and kept her entirely too warm.

She loved it.

“I’m not…” he started. She shot him a Look, and he sighed as he leaned back on his hands and looked up at the moon. She tried to ignore the way it lit up his eyes, making them shimmer in its soft glow. “Ok. Fine. I’m checking up on you. But I’m checking up on you because I wanted to, not because Mendeleiev is making me.”

…huh. That was new.

“…why?” she asked, glancing over at him.

“Because she’s a bitch and dealt you a shitty hand,” he said. His fingers tapped at the roof, and when he glanced over at her he offered her a small smile. “…and I missed you. And when Fred told me what happened, I started to worry.”

“Softie,” she chided, and he sighed as he looked back up at the moon.

“I’m afraid you might be right,” he said. He was still smiling. “Tell the others and I’ll kill you.”

“Isn’t that going to be a little hard?” she asked, nudging his knee with her foot. “We’re already dead, Luka.”

“I’m pretty determined,” he said casually. “I’ll find a way. Even if it’s locking you in my closet until I finally get my own lights.”

“Asshole,” she giggled. A comfortable silence settled between them, where they just watched the moon and pretended they could see the stars beyond the city lights. It was nice, she couldn’t help but think. She was finding Luka was nice. Or, at the least, he wasn’t as prickly as she had initially thought.

She was starting to drift off, the exhaustion of the past few days meeting the quiet comfort Luka’s presence offered to lull her towards the sleep she desperately needed. She might have missed his question, if he hadn’t nudged his knee back against her foot. Her lips twitched with a smile as she looked at the roof before her, where their limbs were barely touching. Where they were stretched out like the old friends they might have been another lifetime ago, had she been born a few years sooner or he had been born a few years later and they had both lived past the brief spark of twenty-something.

“He would have liked you,” Juleka had said.

She was starting to think she would have liked him, too. Back before he was dead.

“Are you ok?” he asked, his voice soft in the quiet night.

She blinked tired eyes at the moon and thought of Abby Rousseau, the little girl who had been senselessly snuffed out even sooner than they had been. She thought of the undead man beside her and the quiet comfort his presence brought. Of Fred, downstairs, worrying over her like the papa he was because he couldn’t worry over his own little girl anymore and she no longer had a papa to worry about her, either. Of Théo and even fucking Mendeleiev, their merry little band of reapers slipping through life on the periphery. They didn’t have much anymore, but at least they still had each other.

She supposed that had to count for something.

It had to be enough.

“…no,” she answered. Her hand slipped out of the blanket and reached for his, and she smiled when he threaded his fingers through hers and squeezed. “But I think I will be. Thanks, Luka.”

“Any time, Marinette.”

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erzasimpbitch · 1 year

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Kagami: Two years ago, I married my best friend.

Kagami: Adrien is still mad about it, but me and Marinette were drunk and thought it was funny.

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Daminette December 2023: 22-You're Drooling

CONTINUED FROM 'HIDING IN THE SHADOWS'

Marinette had adjusted quickly to working at Wayne Enterprise part time. True to his word, Damian never mentioned her actual identity. Damian had taken to asking for some designs. She never mentioned it, but she may have enjoyed measuring him. Damian took to teasing her, claiming she needed a step ladder to completely measure him. She would glare at him and go back to her deisgns.

Marinette sat comfy in her sweater dress and legging, at her home, when the doorbell rang.

'Who could that be?'

She opened the door to see Damian.

'What is he doing here?'

"Uh, come in, Mr. Wayne." Marinette spoke, opening the door wider.

"Damian." he stated.

Mari blushed, "Please, come in, Damian."

Damian entered her place. He could see her desk littered with designs and some stuck to the wall.

"Am I interrupting?" The Wayne heir questioned.

"More of...getting a head start." She answered, "Right now, I'm taking a break."

"I wanted to ask you something." Damian declared.

"Another comission?" Marinette asked.

"Yes and no." he replied.

Marinette looked at him confused.

"As you are aware, I have to go back to Gotham for the Wayne Gala." Damian declared, "I do need a suit for that."

"Okay." Mari answered, grabbing a notebook from the counter to take notes.

"I was hoping you would accompany me....as my date." Damian stated.

Marinette flushed at his suggestion.

"Of course, my date would need a design of her own and who knows; maybe, she will gain more clients." He continued.

Marinette glared at him, "You planned this."

"I like to make sure I'm prepared." Damian answered, "You can always say no to being my date."

"Would we be co-workers?' Mari asked.

"No." He spoke.

Marinette smiled, "Then, I'd love to. I'll work on your design and make sure it's up to your standards."

Damian moved closer, "When will I see your design?"

"That night." she replied.

Damian smirked, "Then, I'll wait."

Damian sighed. He was waiting inside of Marinette's hotel room. His father had insisted that he stay at the manor, even though he had brought someone back from Paris. There was no way he was letting Marinette stay at Wayne Manor with his family.

"Marinette." Damian called.

"I'm coming!" She called back.

Marinette opened the door and stepped out. Damian couldn't believe his eyes. The Wayne heir had seen Marinette stressed out, he had seen her excited, drunk, but never dressed like this. Her dress even went with his suit. Marinette walked right past him.

"Are you coming, Damian?" Marinette questioned, at the door.

Damian nodded and opened the door for her.

The Waynes were shocked to see Damian at the gala with a date.

"I love your dress!" Selina cried out, "Where did you get it?"

"I designed it." Marinette smiled, "The same with Damian's suit."

"I take it you're the one behind his new look in Paris." Bruce stated.

"When he asks." Mari answered.

"So, he's a client of yours?" Tim questioned.

"I do have exclusive clients, but Damian isn't one of them." Marinette declared.

Selina grabbed her hand and whisked her away, into the crowd.

"Who is she really?" Bruce questioned.

"Is she a target?" Jason asked.

"She is a girl from Paris." Damian answered, "I asked her out."

The Waynes were suspicious, but they could see Damian's eyes didn't wander away off of his date.

"Baby bird has got it bad." Dick whispered.

Tim handed him a napkin. Damian took it and looked at it, confused.

"You're drooling." Tim declared.

Damian wiped his mouth only to find nothing there. He threw the napkin to the floor and walked off in the direction Marinette had left with Selina.

"So?" Bruce asked, once Damian was far enough away.

"He definitely likes her." Dick smiled.

"Tim?" Bruce pressed.

"She works at Wayne Enterprise in Paris." He stated, "Seems she works part time and doesn't really need to be there. She has a giant clientele on her own. She works in the sewing department."

"What?" Jason asked.

"Damian's date is a famous fashion designer. She makes millions." Tim declared, :She doesn't even associate her business with us."

"So, then why did the brat hire her?" Jason demanded.

"Pretty sure he likes what he sees." Dick answered, "He ran off after her, like five minutes ago."

Damian watched as many people went up to Marinette. Some were complimenting her dress. She managed to swap business cards with some of them, too. The only one to bother him was a guy who kept offering her a drink. Marinette shook her head and pushed the glass away. Damian began to walk closer when he saw the guy put an arm around her and stoke her arm. He could see she was getting upset. Damian froze when he saw they guy lean in and whisper in her ear. The Wayne heir quickened his pace. As he got closer, he saw the guy rush away.

Marinette spotted Damian and asked, "Do you mind if we get some air?"

"Not at all." He answered.

Damian placed his hand on her lower back. He felt her tense up under his hand. Damian waited to see what she would do, if she wanted him to stop. She looked up at him.

"After you." Damian spoke.

Marinette nodded and kept walking. Damian followed behind her, making sure no one else disturbed her.

"Are you okay?" He asked, once they got outside, "I saw that guy touch you."

"Yeah." Marinette answered, "He started saying how he owned a penthouse and wanted me to come look at it."

"What did you say?" Damian questioned.

"That it sounded lovely." Mari smiled, "And....I would bring my date, Damian Wayne, to join. He ran away after that."

Damian chuckled, "I'm surprised you didn't hurt him."

Mari scoffed, "I'm at your family gala. Not to mention my own reputation on a different continent."

"I see." Damian spoke, "So, what did you imagine?"

"Grabbing his arm and dislocating it, followed by a knee to his stomach and if he tried anything, a kick to the balls." Marinette replied.

Damian laughed, "You are a wonder, Marinette."

Marinette blushed at his compliment and quickly turned to look over the balconey. Damian moved to stand behind her.

"You look amazing tonight." He whispered, moving her hair to one side.

"I-Is that so?" she asked, "I'm glad I could meet your expectations."

"You exceeded them." Damian spoke, before kissing her shoulder.

Marinette gasped at the slightest touch.

"I don't think we'll have much time out here. My brothers have grasped my attraction to you quickly." Damian declared, "They are likely going to ruin the night for us."

Marinette giggled, "Is that right?"

"Perhaps we can continue this at your room, after the gala." The Wayne heir suggested.

The designer smiled, "It would be nice to.....indulge in what I have seen working with you."

"I have to say, Miss Dupain-Cheng." he whispered, "I wouldn't mind indulging, as well."

Marinette turned to face Damian, placing her hands on his chest. Damian placed hia hands on her hips and brought her closer. Marinette leaned up. Bruce opened the door and realized his mistake. Marinette quickly turned away, while Damian was glaring at him. Bruce quickly cleared his throat.

"I need you inside." Bruce spoke.

"Fine." Damian growled out, "Let's go."

Marinette nodded. Damian placed his hand on her back and led his date inside. Bruce followed at a distance. He could see Damian smiling at Marinette and if they blush on her face was anything to go by, it seemed their feelings were mutual.

'The boys were right. Damian hired someone who he wanted in the family.'

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