IT’S FINALLY FINISHED!!! This took my like three full days, a day for the sketch, a day and a half to turn it into lineart, and then half a day to color it, my shoulder hurts,,
anyway, this was probably my most ambitious peice yet! I tried a more detailed face style, and I think it paid off,, look at them teefs :3,, also, YA BOY COLORED SOMETHING? took me 6 hours but it’s cool,, and I can proudly say that I am happy with how this turned out :))
is it not painful enough to watch adrien and marinette forget what happened in oblivio and that they have to release silencer after oblivio and torture us by choosing between lukanette and adrienette?! like why? why take the only happiness that’s left in us? WHY??
god i never suffered like this in a kid’s show before ♀️
Summary: Adrien knows he’s forbidden to bite anyone expect for his mate, but, in an emergency, he ends up drinking Marinette’s blood…and realizing that his feelings for her haven’t been platonic in a long time. Now, if only he could convince her that his love is real and not the result of their intimate feeding session.
“Put me down!” Marinette demanded indignantly as Adrien ran up the stairs to the library with her in his arms. “We agreed that you only got to carry me like a damsel in distress that one time.”
“No,” Adrien patiently corrected. “We agreed that I got to carry you when there was an emergency. I think this qualifies.”
“I think I could run faster than you can carry me,” she grumbled as he kicked open the door to the library and screamed, “Akuma in Madame Bustier’s class!”
He dodged the resulting stampede of students and made his way to the stacks in the back.
“You can put me down now,” Marinette growled when they came to a stop.
“Nope,” Adrien responded, letting the “p” go with a pop as he surveyed their surroundings for witnesses. “Plagg, transform me.”
She was struck speechless for a moment as she marveled at him.
Chat Noir gave her a patented Adrien wink. “Like what you see, Princess?”
She immediately schooled her expression into a disapproving frown. “No. Now, leave me here and go do your job, Alley Cat.”
He rolled his eyes. “My only job right now is protecting you.”
Before she could protest, he extended his baton, launching them out of the library window and up onto the rooftop.
“Your job is to protect Paris!” she snapped when her stomach had settled back in its proper place.
“Well, I can’t very well do that until I know you’re safe,” he argued, beginning to lose patience with her stubbornness.
“I’m not defenceless, you know,” she shot back at him. “I don’t appreciate you treating me like I’m incompetent because I’ve got news for you: I’ve survived a hell of a lot of akuma attacks without you carrying me around like an infant.”
He slowed to a stop on a roof a few blocks away from the school and gently set her down.
She was about to continue her tirade about her autonomy when the distraught look on his face took the wind out of her sails.
“I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel that way,” he insisted. “That’s not what I think of you. Like, at all.”
She blinked in surprise at his vehemence coupled with the desperation with which he was trying to convince her.
“Marinette, I respect you so much,” he stressed. “Trust me. I know how capable you are. I mean, I can’t count how many times I’ve seen you defend yourself and others—both with your words and whatever jerry-rigged weapon you could get your hands on. There’s a reason I nicknamed you our ‘Everyday Ladybug’. I never meant to make you feel like I thought you needed me to protect you.”
She pursed her lips, looking away as she thought about how much she did need him as her partner. “…Then, what’s all this about?”
He averted his gaze, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I think I’m just kind of freaking out, honestly. It’s my fault that Lila is after you, and if she hurt you because of me…”
He shuddered and tentatively looked up at her.
“I need you to be safe so I can focus, Marinette,” he confessed, stepping forward and taking her hands in his. “Please let me take you to the Mansion. You’ll be safe there. Even if she does realize you’re there, the Mansion can go into lockdown, and she won’t be able to get you.”
Marinette winced even as she gave his hands a squeeze. “Minou…listen. I know your brain is making you think you’re in love with me because I gave you my blood, but you need to fight it. You can’t be preoccupied with me while you’re supposed to be fighting akumas.”
His ears drooped, and his tail curled self-consciously around his left calf. “I’m sorry that my feelings are inconvenient for you, but I think I’m done fighting them. I don’t want to live in denial anymore, even if you can never feel the same way about me.”
She pulled her hands out of his so she could cover her face with them as she groaned. “Adrien, it’s not like that at all. You have no idea how much I want—”
An explosion back at the school cut her off, and both of their faces blanched.
“You need to go. Now,” she urged.
“But—”
“—No buts. Paris has to come first, Chat Noir,” she insisted with an intent frown, hoping he would come to his senses.
Instead, he wilted further. “My head knows you’re right. It is my job to fight the akuma and save the day. It’s hard, though, when my heart is screaming at me to put you first.”
She bit the inside of her cheek, trying to ignore the screams in the distance. “…Adrien, do you love me?”
He nodded fervently. “Of course I do.”
She stepped in, looping her arms around his neck.
His hands automatically went to her waist.
“Okay.” She took a steadying breath. “Well, the best way for you to prove it is to trust me when I say I can keep myself safe.”
He looked away, struggling against his kneejerk reaction to scoop her up and get her out of harm’s way.
“I need you to leave me here and go defeat Lila. Can you do that for me?” she coaxed.
“Marinette…” he tried to argue.
“Didn’t you tell me this morning in the boiler room that you’d do anything for me?” she pressed.
He winced, mentally kicking himself for his thoughtless promise.
“Well, I want you to go fight an akuma for me,” she wheedled, reaching up to play with his hair. “Can you do that, Chaton?”
He blew out a sigh, dropping his head to her shoulder. “Yes, Princess. One defeated akuma, coming right up.”
“Good boy,” she purred, leaning in to give his neck a little nip right above the collar of his suit.
He sucked in a sharp breath, sparks shooting through his veins as he held back a moan. “You wreck me, you know that?”
She pulled back with a sad smile, giving him a pat on the cheek.
She wasn’t ready to tell him that the feeling was mutual.
“Go, Chaton. And stay safe.”
He nodded and dropped her off on the street level so that she could flee if the fight came her way.
With a heavy heart, he went into battle.
Chat Noir was a mess.
Thank goodness Ladybug was there to combine his tail, the basketball hoop in the school courtyard, and a car tire to take down the akuma and return things to rights.
“You okay over there, Chaton?” she called out to him as she made her way over for their customary fist bump.
He opened his mouth to assure his partner that everything was fine, but he couldn’t make the words come out.
Out of nowhere, his emotions caught up to him, and tears began to bead in the corners of his eyes.
“Oh, Minou,” she cooed, coming over to cup his face in her hand. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
He shook his head. “Sorry. There’s just a lot going on. Could we meet up in fifteen and talk? There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”
She nodded, lowering her hand to his shoulder and giving it a squeeze. “I’ll see you then.”
He took off to find a safe place to detransform and feed Plagg, and he ended up in Marinette’s room. He collapsed on her bed and buried his face in her cat body pillow while he waited for his kwami to recharge.
Her normally soothing scent made him want to cry, but he held it together.
He was just about to transform back when he got a text from the girl in his heart and on his mind: “Just wanted to let you know I’m safe. Thank you for protecting me. You did a good job, and I’m so, so proud of you.”
A bittersweet smile stretched across his lips. “She knows how to push all of my buttons, doesn’t she?”
“Not that she knows she’s doing it,” Plagg grumbled.
With a sigh, Adrien called on his transformation and headed for the roof of Notre Dame where Ladybug was already waiting.
“Everything alright?” she cautiously inquired, head tipping curiously to the side.
He shook his head, taking a seat beside her. “I should have told you right away, but someone found out my identity.”
Her mouth rounded into a small “o”.
“I’m sorry,” he sighed. “It was an emergency, and I had to detransform in front of someone. It was my fault for getting into a bad situation like that, but I didn’t have a choice about revealing my identity.” He took a steadying breath and blew it out. “…I understand if you need to take my ring away.”
She gave a squeak of alarm. “Well, now, hold on a minute.”
She put her hands up in protest. “I mean, do you know this person? Are they trustworthy?”
“Oh, absolutely,” he assured without having to consider it. “I trust her completely, and she cares about me a lot, so I know she’d do everything in her power to keep me safe.”
She pretended to consider this for a moment. “…Then…I don’t think there’s a problem. At least, not a big enough problem where we need to consider finding a new holder for Plagg. I mean, don’t go letting more people find out, but…it sounds like this is okay.”
He was struck dumb for a moment before he found the composure to respond.
“Of course. I won’t let this happen again,” he assured with a wink, trying to hold in how thrilled he was. “…You’re taking this a lot better than I thought you would.”
She shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “Maybe I’ve mellowed with age.”
He rolled his eyes. “Because you’re so old at seventeen.”
She gave his arm a slap. “Hush, you. Somedays, I feel ancient.”
“Mood,” he sighed.
There was a beat where they gazed out at the city thoughtfully before she asked, “…Was that all you needed to talk to me about? You seemed really upset earlier.”
He laid back on the roof, resting the back of his wrist on his forehead. “I’m kind of a mess recently. You see, she found out something else about me too, and she’s surprisingly fine with it. Like, really fine with it.”
Ladybug arched an eyebrow. “Should she not be fine with it?”
He pursed his lips. “…I don’t know. My kneejerk reaction a week ago would have been ‘of course she shouldn’t be fine with it. I’m literally a freak. How could anyone be fine with this?’ …but she’s said some stuff to me that’s really made me think and challenge those preconceived notions.”
He swallowed. “Now, I’m starting to think…maybe I’m not the monster I thought I was after all.”
“Chat Noir,” Ladybug chastised sternly. “Of course you’re not a monster!”
He winced, giving her a sheepish smile.
She huffed in frustration, shaking her head. “…So, you’re having a hard time because she’s shaken up your worldview?”
“Partially.” He looked away, cheeks beginning to flame red as he forced himself to keep going. “Mostly, I’m a mess because I…um…we…we did something that you’re only supposed to do with a romantic partner.”
She forced herself to keep her face neutral so as not to give herself away.
“Oh?” she inquired, but the syllable cracked.
He covered his face with his hands. “We basically had sex.”
“What?!” she screeched.
“I know!” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “It was an accident, but I really wanted to, and she seemed into it, so now we’ve got this weird friends-with-benefits thing going on.”
“Oh?” she repeated hoarsely as her brain screamed. “That’s…nice.”
“No, it’s not,” he groaned but then seemed to reconsider. “Well, I mean…okay. It’s nice when we snuggle and she hugs me and gives me little nips on the neck.”
He shook his head, trying to get back on task. “But that’s not the point. The point is, after we did that, I realized that I’m in love with her.”
“And that’s a problem?” she pressed.
“No,” he insisted, sitting back up to face her. “It’s wonderful—she’swonderful. Of all the people I could have fallen for, she’s the kindest, sweetest, most thoughtful… I’ll have you know that my taste in women is impeccable. She’s honestly out of my league.”
“Is she out of your league if she’s already slept with you?” Ladybug challenged.
Face a florid red, Chat looked away. “She did it because she’s selfless like that. I was a mess, and she compassionately sacrificed herself because she felt sorry for me and wanted to help.”
She cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “I mean, I’d hardly consider you a pity lay. …So, what’s the problem?”
He covered his face with his hands again. “She thinks I’m delusional and that I only think I’m in love with her because of what we did.”
Her eyebrow climbed higher. “And you think she’s wrong.”
“Iknow she’s wrong,” he insisted, dropping his hands and looking her pointedly in the eye. “I didn’t develop feelings for her afterwards. I discovered what the feelings I already had for her were. I’ve been in love with her for years. I just didn’t know that that’s what it was.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she gaped at him in shock. “You’re in love with her…for real?”
He nodded desperately. “She seriously is the best person, Ladybug. She’s wicked clever and funny and kind and brave. She always has time for others, no matter how busy she is. She’s always helping people and standing up for people who can’t stand up for themselves.”
A soft smile worked its way onto his face as he continued. “She makes me feel safe, and she genuinely cares about me. She always listens to me whine and makes me feel like my feelings matter. She makes me feel like not so much of a weirdo. …She makes me a better person because she believes in me and shows me how to be better by her example.”
His grin turned sad as he met her gaze again. “For the longest time, I thought she was the best friend I’d ever had…and I don’t think I was necessarily wrong. She is my best friend, but she’s something else too. She’s the person I want to be worthy of. She’s the person I want to spend my life with.”
Ladybug gave a soft gasp as the weight of his words sank in and left her feeling dizzy.
He looked away with a sigh. “It really hurts that she keeps telling me it’s all in my head. She’s so adamant that it’s not real that it’s kind of obvious that she doesn’t want me to have these kinds of feelings for her.
“And that’s okay,” he sniffled as tears caught up to him once more. “It’s okay. She doesn’t have to love me back. I mean, I’m used to that, but…I just want her to know that what I feel is real. If she could just say ‘thank you, but I don’t feel that way for you’, that would be fine. I just want her to stop telling me that my love for her isn’t valid.”
“Oh my gosh,” Ladybug breathed, mind awhirl. “Chaton, I am sosorry. I didn’t mean…”
She bit her lip, quickly coming to a decision. “Come with me. Please. There’s something I need to show you. It’s really, really important.”
He quirked an eyebrow in confusion but obediently assented. “Lead the way.”
She stood on shaky legs and yoyoed her way across the Seine, back to the bakery.
“Ladybug…why are we here?” Chat asked warily as they landed on Marinette’s balcony.
“I’ll tell you when we get inside,” she assured with a weak smile, looking like she was going to pass out.
They dropped down into Marinette’s loft, and Ladybug collapsed onto the bed.
“I’m so sorry,” she insisted, barely holding back tears. “I’m so, so sorry.”
Before he could ask why she was apologizing, she whispered, “Detransformation”, and everything became a little clearer and a little more confusing all at the same time.
He dropped his own transformation and covered his face with a groan. “I can’t believe I told you we had sex.”
She burst into hysterical laughter. “That’s what you’re focusing on?”
“It’s better than fixating on how I just bared my heart to you about how in love with you I am and how you’re going to reject me and never be my friend again because I’m a clingy, needy freak!”
She pushed herself up and took his hands in hers, fixing him with a stern look. “Adrien, you are none of those things. Didn’t I tell you last week? You’re an amazing person. You’re incredibly sweet and kind, even to the people who don’t deserve it. Youmakeme a better person by showing me how it’s done,” she stressed.
He blinked at her, completely perplexed. “You really think that?”
She nodded vigorously. “Adrien Agreste, you really are the full package—the brains, the looks, and the personality. You’re the one who’s out of myleague.”
A raging blush and a tentative smile quickly took over his face. “I… Thank you for saying that.”
“I’m not just saying that,” she insisted. “Adrien…I love you.”
He blinked, not comprehending. “You… What?”
She swallowed and tried again. “I’m sorry for all the times I turned you down, all the times I hurt you. I never meant to hurt you, Chaton. I love you.”
He continued to stare at her. “I don’t understand. Where is this coming from?”
Her face coloured as she looked down at their hands. “From my heart. I’ve loved you for a very, very long time, Adrien…ever since you were kind to me when I’d been a judgmental jerk…ever since you gave me an explanation I didn’t deserve.”
She forced herself to meet his awed gaze. “I’ve loved you since the day we met and you gave me your umbrella.”
His mouth dropped open. “You’re serious? You’re not just saying that because you’re enthralled by me because I bit you?”
She shook her head. “No. Adrien, I really, truly love you.”
“But what about that other boy?” he pressed. “Ladybug always said there was a boy she loved.”
“Adrien, that was you,” she gently informed. “You were the other boy, and I was so blindly loyal to you that I didn’t allow myself to acknowledge my growing romantic feelings for Chat Noir…maybe like how you didn’t let yourself think of Marinette romantically because of your feelings for Ladybug?”
He swallowed hard as her words hit him straight in the chest. “But you…this past week, when I told you I loved you, you were so adamant that you didn’t want to talk about it and that you didn’t think my feelings were real.”
Tears welled in his eyes yet again. “If you loved me, why would you do that?”
She winced, mentally kicking herself. “I was trying to protect myself. I didn’t want to get my hopes up in case it wore off after a while. I have spent literal years dreaming that you’d notice me as more than a friend, and I didn’t want to risk getting hurt when you inevitably realized you’d been mistaken.”
“Oh, Marinette,” he breathed, pulling her into his arms and guiding her down onto the bed on top of him. “My poor Princess. …I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” she whispered into his neck, giving it a penitent nip.
Her heart fluttered when he started to purr.
“Well.” He swallowed, voice thick. “It sounds like we’ve both hurt and been hurt by one another. I don’t know about you, but I’m bad at holding a grudge. Do you think we could try to forgive one another and move on? I know I, for one, am tired of being miserable. I’d sort of like to be happy in love now.”
She lifted her head, stroking his hair as she gazed down at him. “Yeah?”
He nodded.
She gulped. “M-Me too.”
Tentatively, she leaned in and brushed her lips against his.
She was just about to pull back when he enthusiastically began to return the pressure.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, prompting a happy rumble in his chest.
There were a number of false starts and much giddy laughter before they finally found their rhythm, trading little sucks and nips.
“Open your mouth and let me stick my tongue in,” Marinette finally demanded in frustration after they’d been kissing for several minutes and Adrien had remained woefully ignorant of her attempts to gain entrance.
A cherry blossom blush spread all the way from his neck to his ears as he blinked at her in surprise. “Isn’t that moving kind of fast?”
She rolled her eyes. “According to you, we’ve already had sex.”
He gave a startled meep and averted his eyes, blush growing in depth. “That was the only thing I could say that made sense without telling Ladybug I was a vampire! I’m not…I’m not actually ready for that kind of thing.”
“Aww,” Marinette cooed, affectionately nuzzling his jaw. “That’s really cute that you want to take things slow. I thought guys were all sort of pushy about that kind of thing.”
“None of the guys I know…that I know of,” Adrien muttered self-consciously. “I’m a little sheltered.”
“It’s okay,” she assured, giving his cheek a peck. “I like you just the way you are. …So, wanna go back to kissing?”
“Okay,” he agreed, feeling a weight lift off of him. “Thanks for understanding.”
“Of course. …Just let me know whenever you’re ready for more because I can’t wait to get my tongue in your mouth,” she confessed, suddenly not scared to be forward with him.
His cheeks went pink all over again. “Do you think that’s a good idea? You’ll probably cut yourself on my fangs.”
“Oooooh, I look forward to it,” she chuckled.
He let out a startled laugh. “You little minx. You’re just trying to trick me into sinking my fangs into you, aren’t you?”
“Guilty,” she admitted, diving in for another kiss.
“I’m going to have to keep an eye on you,” he snickered. “You’re much too clever for me.”
“I thought you liked my cleverness.” She hummed.
“I turn to goo when you’re clever, Marinette,” he confessed.
“Good to know,” she replied with a predatory smirk that left him with no doubt that he was in trouble.
I tried to shade but couldn’t quite get it to look right so this is what we get. I just want a happy ending for these two… https://www.instagram.com/p/CYH6eIQvcZZ/?utm_medium=tumblr
The moon in the ending card of ‘Rocketear’ wasn’t referring to Chat Blanc but instead to Marichat.
I mean, in the Marichat Balcony Scene, we see the moon in between them. Like it must represent something about their relationship (…right?). Also, in the ending card, Chat wasn’t staring at Ladybug but to the other side (Maybe kinda moving on from Ladybug to *maybe* Marinette?).
I think to this point, there’s going to be a Balcony Scene 2.0 and maaaaybe (a bit of a stretch) Marinette will realise the damage she has done to Chat by leaving him in the dark. (Just like the 1st Balcony Scene, he revealed that he was in fact in love with Ladybug)
I can see that Chat Noir is very disappointed lately by Ladyug’s behaviour and actions, and this might result on him moving on from LB to Marinette. But I don’t see Marinette turning her feelings to Chat, it’s the total opposite. She is (once again) re-falling for Adrien but knowing she can’t have a proper relationship because of her duties. So, what will happen? Marichat? Adrienette?
This is becoming a mess and I’m scared and excited at the same time
