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a good reveal situation:
- adrien and marinette have been dating for a little while (to the point where kisses are frequent)
- they dont know each others identities yet
- there’s an akuma attack on the school and adrien gets away quicker than marinette can
- marinette does not have time to transform before she’s surrounded by whatever-fucking-akuma’s henchmen
- chat, the ever-so-cool, heroic boyfriend that he is, scoops up marinette and brings her to safety with a brief “be careful, mari, if you end up in the hospital you’ll miss our date friday”
- out of sheer habit, he leans down and gives her a peck on the lips before vaulting off to deal with the newest baddy
- marinette.exe has stopped working
- chat noir realizes his mistake once it’s too late
- …they need to have a talk
*neglects my fic to write this*
this is a lot like chapter 12 of my fic but w/e i am so very tired.
Marinette was screwed, to put it lightly.
Screwed. Cornered. Trapped. Fucked.
Normally, she wasn’t the type of person to use such profanity, but in the moment the word “fucked” seemed like the perfect (if not only) label for her predicament. After all, it wasn’t every day that her boyfriend shoved her behind a hedge for her own personal safety—as if she couldn’t take care of herself—while he ran off to do who knows what during an akuma attack, of all things. What did her skinny model of a boyfriend plan to do against a seven-foot tall akumatized poundkeeper, anyways?
She recalled a few weeks ago when Adrien had mentioned that he’d never been much of a dog person.
Marinette emerged from the hedge with the intent on finding him, knowing well enough that the boy who’d buried his face within her neck just the night before during what he classified as a “scary movie” could very well get himself hurt in the swarm of barking canines. He couldn’t have run that far—he’d only ushered her into the plethora of leaves and sticks less than thirty seconds prior to him dashing off in what she knew he had wanted her to think was a heroic feat.
It was, but also reckless, something she rarely (if ever) considered Adrien as. Handsome, sure. Charming, most definitely. But… Reckless?
Perhaps she was beginning to see her boyfriend in a new light.
The sound of jaws snapping at her heels caused Marinette to emit a squeak of surprise loud enough to catch the attention of the other dogs roaming the area. Lips tightened in a thin line, she turned, surveying the scene with an intense determination burning at the pit of her stomach. She needed to get away; to transform, to zip off into the air and find her dorky (amazing) boyfriend before he managed to get himself torn to bits three days before their five month anniversary.
(They weren’t the type of couple that celebrated each month, but Marinette kept track anyways.)
Surrounded by a pack of ferocious looking dogs—including one prissy little Chihuahua—hadn’t been Marinette’s initial plans for that particular Tuesday afternoon. No, she’d only expected to go to school, maybe share a good lunch with her friends, and give her boyfriend a kiss goodbye before heading home and working on some spring designs until bedtime rolled around.
Technically, if she and Chat Noir purified the Poundkeeper’s akuma before three, the rest of her day could resume as planned.
But, of course, her elusive black partner was nowhere to be seen.
Probably straying as far as he can from these dogs, Marinette scoffed in thought, backing up the stairs that led to the entrance of the school as the Chihuahua nipped at her feet. She almost considered giving a kick, but even during akuma attacks she’d never tolerate animal abuse.
(Even if the little animal wore a diamond collar and sparkly white fangs.)
If she were in any other location, Marinette would have transformed in the blink of an eye before flinging herself through the air at the mercy of her magical yo-yo in pursuit of Hawk Moth’s latest villain. Unfortunately, she was dead center in the front of the school, where hundreds of other students huddled in fear of the approaching onslaught of vicious dogs.
For a brief second, Marinette considered reaching into her purse and calling for Tikki to transform without any regards for her identity. The people of Paris, especially her schoolmates, mattered more to her than the safety of her face—even if it meant revealing herself to the entirety of the school, the city for all she cared.
She didn’t have time to consider her dilemma.
One moment she was cornered by a circle of frothing canines and the next, she was flying, soaring through the air in the arms of another. Her stomach dropped at the sudden ascent and before she could catch her breath she was on her feet again, eyes wide and hair an unruly mess from the buffeting wind.
A brief look around confirmed that she was on her terrace and that yes, Chat Noir had just scooped her up and brought her to safety with record-breaking speed. She’d never seen her partner vault himself (or her, for that matter) out of danger so quickly.
He stood there, clawed hands on his hips and a concerned expression across his features, something akin to a disappointed parent preparing to scold his child after it disobeyed the rules. Marinette’s brows furrowed in curiosity. Chat Noir had no business looking at her like that.
“Mari,” Chat began, his voice uncharacteristically sweet as he laid a hand on her shoulder and gave it a comforting (perhaps even protective) squeeze. “Be careful. You almost got yourself hurt. You would have missed our special date Friday if you ended up in the hospital because of those stupid dogs.”
Special- special date?
What the fuck?
“Stay here,” He told her before she had a chance to properly respond with more than a few sputters, gentle arms wrapping her in a brief embrace before something unthinkable, something completely, utterly inconceivable happened; something so unbelievable that Marinette swore she’d hit her head and passed out cold from a severe concussion.
Chat Noir kissed her.
And then he was gone.
Sure, it was nothing more than a little peck, but damn if those lips didn’t feel familiar. The same wonderful softness, the same way he titled his head so he could kiss her just right after months of practice—the same kind of quick hello-goodbye kisses Adrien gave her in the mornings and after school. The same kind of kisses she’d become accustomed to after five months of dating her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. The same Adrien Agreste whom she had a date with Friday. The same Adrien Agreste who had insisted she stay safe within the hedge before he ran off to…
To transform.
Oh my god, Marinette mused, half in shock, half dazed. I’m dating Chat Noir.
That means…
That means Chat Noir is…
“Adrien?”
Her mind fumbled for an adequate answer as her fingers brushed over her freshly-kissed lips, feeling somewhat in awe and numb as she confirmed the fact in her head over and over again.
Adrien is Chat Noir. Chat Noir is Adrien. I’m Ladybug. I’m dating Adrien. Which, in turn, means that Ladybug is dating Chat Noir.
She definitely had a new plan in mind as she opened her purse and allowed Tikki to flit out excitedly.
Marinette needed to transform, capture the akuma, and purify it all while trying to forget for twenty minutes that her boyfriend is also her partner, her black cat, her Chat Noir. Her Adrien.
Marinette needed to do all that and keep her head screwed on correctly. She’d be no use against Hawk Moth if she couldn’t concentrate on the matter at hand—the akuma, not the fact that her and Adrien could have been together years ago provided she didn’t shove his masked face away every time he attempted to kiss her.
The akuma was what was important. She needed to focus on the akuma.
Focus! She hissed at herself as she transformed and zipped towards the school. The akuma is more important than your boyfriend’s butt covered in spandex!
Marinette groaned at the redness that filled her freckled cheeks.
This battle was going to be a lot more difficult than she’d initially anticipated.
Still, her and Adrien (Chat!) needed to have a serious talk afterwards.
He wasn’t quite thinking straight when he transformed. He was a bit more terrified than he’d like to admit (they were up against dogs. Dogs. He was not fond of dogs.) and he was extremely worried for Marinette’s sake.
Following his instincts, he hid her behind a hedge and ran off to transform. Without even consulting Plagg’s opinion, he transformed and took off to help get people out of the way.
A rather large german shepherd approached him, growling, and Chat sent him tumbling back with a swing of his baton. A pang of guilt was immediately replaced with adrenaline, finding himself to be surrounded by canines of every breed.
It was all he could do to keep them at bay. He swung and extended his baton to keep them from clawing at him or even worse - biting him. He looked from side to side, slightly frantic, waiting for his partner to get her Lady-butt over here to help him finish off the akuma.
With a glance to the side, his heart practically stopped to see Marinette surrounded by dogs. The last thing he needed was for some stupid vicious akumatized poundkeeper to hurt or even kill his girlfriend, and a sense of protectiveness rolled over him.
Hadn’t he hid her behind a bush? Why did she come out from safety? When had she become so reckless?
Chat shoved a black lab away from him, before dashing over to grab his girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around her waist, managing a slight snarl at the dogs by her feet, and took off onto the roof. He landed on her terrace and set her down, as she fumbled to stand straight. Though he wanted to melt at the sight of her ruffled, adorable hair and pink-tinted cheeks, disapproval filled his chest.
She was honestly a gift for him, and he cared for her so much.
He definitely didn’t want her getting into any dangerous situations, ever, especially if she was alone. More guilt flooded his chest when he realized she had probably come out from behind the hedge to run after Adrien, since he had taken off without her.
Still, he needed to make sure she thought of her own safety before his at any time, since he was Chat Noir and could protect himself.
Don’t get him wrong, he knew she was strong and caring. Though a magical-protective suit was a bit more reassuring than fierce determination. He figured telling her to stay safe wouldn’t be the worst of ideas.
Putting his hands on his hips, he raised an eyebrow. “Mari, be careful. You almost got yourself hurt. You would have missed our special date Friday if you ended up in the hospital because of those stupid dogs.” he told her, slight teasing weaving itself into his voice. He gave a slight nod. “Stay here.”
Instinct drove him to kiss her - which he did. Nothing out of the ordinary for him. Planting a quick kiss on her lips like he was so used to doing everyday, he hopped away, straight into the battle.
After a few seconds, it dawned on him what had just happened.
He had kissed Marinette.
She was his girlfriend, yes…but she was dating Adrien.
And he had kissed her as Chat.
He nearly collapsed out of sheer mortification.
Maybe he had wanted to tell her about being Chat, of course…but not like this. Definitely not like this. He was supposed to tell her when he had time to explain, to apologize for not being able to tell her before. He had to be able to tell her that though Ladybug was his partner, he only had eyes for Marinette now that they were dating.
Chat was so utterly screwed.
He barely noticed when Ladybug entered the battle, and they both fought off dogs together. He noticed her staring at him, before they both took off to take the Poundkeeper down. With a swift “Lucky Charm!” and an even swifter “Miraculous Ladybug!”, Chat watched as the damage done to the buildings by vicious dogs was erased.
He turned to run back to Marinette’s, desperate to explain the situation to her. He was startled when he felt a firm hand on his shoulder, none other than Ladybug’s. Her face was red and she frowned grimly, looking slightly exasperated.
“Chat Noir, we need to talk.”
…how was that?
oh my GODD THAT WAS SO GOOD
now someone needs to write the aftermath
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