skaylanphear: qookyquiche:In which Adrien knows Marinette is Ladybug but *assumes* Marinette knows
skaylanphear: qookyquiche: In which Adrien knows Marinette is Ladybug but *assumes* Marinette knows he’s Chat Noir. She really has no idea. He’s feeling very affectionate. Confusion and chaos ensues. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST. Wrote this short fic inspired by @qookyquiche‘s art above. Hope you enjoy ;D It made perfect sense, now that he thought about it. All the stammering and nervousness. If Marinette was Ladybug, she wouldn’t want him to figure her out. Naturally, she’d been self-conscious about giving herself away, especially with how adamant she was concerning their identities. He’d always wondered why Marinette acted so oddly around him, but he didn’t doubt that she’d figured him out first. Ladybug was so smart, it was only reasonable that she knew he, Adrien Agreste, was Chat Noir. Well, he’d figured her out (accidentally of course), so now they could stop tip-toeing around one another. There was no reason to keep their distance if they both knew. Besides, Adrien wasn’t sure he could practice the same kind of self-control Mari had in staying away. He was just… so excited to talk to her. To see her every day. To hang out. To be Ladybug and Chat Noir except also Mariette and Adrien. They had so much they could talk about and so much they could do together. Honestly, he was barely holding in his excitement as he skipped up the steps to the school. Skirting inside, his eyes immediately searched the area, looking for those familiar pigtails. He felt rather stupid for not having noticed it was her before. That it took him accidentally catching her detransform was utterly ridiculous. Marinette and Ladybug looked exactly alike. He spotted Nino and Alya across the court, raising his hand to wave upon catching their attention. And maybe he would have headed over were it not for that familiar silhouette topped with blue-black hair catching his attention. She was just stepping out of the locker room, headed toward the stairs with a book hugged to her chest. Grinning, Adrien pushed through the throngs of other students, nearly bounding into place as he reached out and touched Marinette lightly on the shoulder. Jumping just a bit, she came to a stop and turned her head questioningly over her shoulder. In his chest, Adrien’s heart picked up, the smile on his face widening all the more while his insides felt as though they might burst. “Hi, Marinette!” Weiterlesen -- source link