Red and Blue make Purple

88. Adrinette

A/N: hmmm post reveal, aged-up, and being cute together coming right up

88. “Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married… ”

People were congratulating her.

Marinette didn’t know why, but this was like, what, the fifth time? Since the first time it happened, someone beamed from afar and actually jogged up towards her to give a quick, “Hey, congratulations!” before walking away merrily, leaving the young woman to gape after them in utter confusion because.

What in the world was that for?

As she was walking back towards the bakery -mind whirling with thoughts of her accomplishments throughout her twenty-three years of living that could be considered as worthy enough to get the attention of Paris because honestly? She couldn’t think of one that could be that amazing- she saw Adrien walking briskly towards the same destination, his face set with worry as he clutched a magazine in his hand.

Slightly alarmed at his expression and how she felt that it was directed towards her, she hastened her pace, nearly slamming the door open when she saw him talking pleasantly with her mother at the counter, his back towards her. Then, Sabine saw her and called her over. “Marinette! Adrien wants to see you.”

Said person turned around and gave her a smile, but she saw the way it was quite forced through the edges, and she narrowed her eyes slightly towards him in suspicion. “Hey, Marinette, do you think I could talk to you for a while?”

Alone, his eyes seemed to scream, and she guessed that if he was in his suit, his tail would have lashed in agitation.

Marinette nodded, amused at how he let out a small sigh of relief. “Sure thing, do you want talk about it over coffee?”

He grinned, holding out his arm with the magazine in hand. “My treat.”

“See you later, Maman!” she called towards her mother, before the two made their way out.

“So, what’s this about?” she asked the moment they started walking towards a nearby cafe just a few blocks away. “You seem quite nervous, kitty.”

He cleared his throat slightly, patting her hand in reassurance. “We’ll sit down and I’ll tell you.”

When they got in, he quickly ushered her towards the corner of the shop, and she saw the people inside took note of their presence by the way they lit up. They were muttering more congratulations towards them as Adrien gave a polite smile and thank you, one hand resting on one small part of her back as he guided her towards a seat. Marinette, who was alarmed at the beginning, was flabbergasted at this point when they sat down.

“I don’t know why,” she began slowly, warily eyeing the toothy grin an old woman was giving them behind him. “But people keep giving me these looks as if I just blessed them with unlimited money. I don’t know what caused that and it’s mildly freaking me out.”

Adrien chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. “Yeah,” he drawled. “About that. I may have something to do with it.”

She narrowed her eyes in suspicion. “What did you do?”

“Before that, promise me you won’t freak out, My Lady, and not be angry at me.” He interjected quickly.

“Adrien.” She warned.

He took a deep breath. “Okay,” he straightened the crinkled magazine on the table. “This is why.”

The moment her eyes landed on the headlines, she could feel the earth stop for a while.

“Don’t panic but I think we might have accidentally gotten married.”

Of all the terrible scenarios she played in her head that could be count as absolutely terrible this wasn’t it.

“How did you screw up this bad?” she asked in disbelief as she began to quickly paged through the magazine, beating down the flush that threatened to burst with a large, giant stick. “And what made they think we’re married?”

He took a breath, lowering his voice as he leaned forward slightly. “Okay, so, remember that fake ring I gave you when we were in lycée after we found out each other’s identities?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “The one where you said that I’ll always remember you by wearing that sapphire stone ring?” He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat in embarrassment. “And, by the way, it’s not fake. I can’t believe you lied to me-”

“And I’m really sorry about that,” he apologised, sounding not sorry at all that she rolled her eyes before reading the article. “Yeah, well, the ring is a culprit and now people think we’re married.”

“It is a real ring,” she pointed out as she glanced at him briefly. “But I can’t totally blame you for this-”

His jaw dropped. “You were going to blame me? I’m hurt, My Lady.”

“-but it’s mostly my fault,” she continued, wincing. “I shouldn’t have worn that when we were on our date.”

He hummed, leaning back on his chair. “True, but you have to admit that it’s a nice ring, brings out your eyes,” he grinned when she buried her head into the magazine with a huff. “Aw, My Lady is suddenly shy in front of me, how cute.”

She rolled her eyes. “Whatever, kitty. But we’re still in this mess. What are we going to do?”

He shrugged. “Elope?”

“Excuse me?”

Surprised, both of them faced the voice behind him and saw two old women smiling at them with the corner of their eyes crinkling. “I can’t help but overhearing,” one of them with glasses dangling around her neck started. “But is it true that the marriage is false?”

Adrien flashed her his most charming smile as he swung his arm on the back of the chair. “It’s true.”

“I see,” she seemed to hummed in thought. “I also heard that you revealed your identities to each other,” Marinette felt her heart jumped when the old woman began to lean forward, as if sharing a secret as the tone of her voice dropped. “Are you two from a strip club?”

Marinette had never thought her face would explode so easily at that moment.

Adrien looked uneasy too, a streak of red gracing his face that she wanted to bury herself into the magazine and never come out. “Oh, um,” he cleared his throat, wringing his fingers together before he let out a breath of laughter. “Uh, no, we’re not-”

“Julie!” The other old woman scolded. “It’s not nice asking such things to the young couple, let them be.”

“Oh dear,” Julie cover her mouth with her hand. “I am terribly sorry! I didn’t know what came over me,” she laughed, where the two partners joined in weakly. “Silly me, continue with what you’re doing, don’t mind an old cow such as myself.”

Adrien nodded, smiling at them politely. “Thank you.”

When he faced towards Marinette again, she set aside the magazine on the table as he buried his face into his hands with a heavy exhale. “Well,” she began weakly. “Could have been worse.”

He propped his chin onto his fists. “I don’t know if keeping our identities is worth all of this.” He mumbled.

“Note to self,” she mimicked his posture. “Never wear any jewellery when we’re going out, or rings for that matter.”

He nodded. “Deal.”