Marinette slammed her head back against the door repeatedly cursing herself for her stupidity. She would have put money on it being his idea, that he'd used his kitty cat magic and influenced her into it. But no! It was all her! The whole idea was hers.

"Don't be too hard on yourself, pigtails, you've married yourself quite the cat-ch." Plagg flew beside Marinette, settling just on the edge of the closed toilet lid, gazing down at her. She wasn't even bothered that Plagg was seeing her stark naked, like kwamis cared anyway, and she was positive he had gotten quite an eyeful last night.

She placed her hands over her eyes, covering them from the outside world and screamed. How could they have been this stupid? Why had nobody stopped them? Actually the answer to that was simple, the whole wide world wanted them to be together, to become Mr and Mrs Noir. Well lucky for them, it seemed a few bottles of champagne, Thai food and a fair share of karaoke was all it needed. She bet everyone was kicking themselves for not making them do that at the tender age of 14.

"I don't even know who he is," she hissed at the kwami, only for Plagg to shrug.

"I'm certain you do. You've been partners for what? Eight years now? I'm quite certain if you didn't like him you wouldn't have kept him around that long."

The words were fully coated in the truth and she hated that he was right. She liked Chat Noir, she was used to him, they interacted brilliantly and over the years their relationship had become more and more comfortable, but not in the brother/sister way she might add. It was its own thing; comfortable, safe, warm, appealing, everything she could want from a partner... and if she was being honest, a relationship, the only thing missing was kissing and she was quite sure, from the tenderness on her lips, they'd covered that in abundance last night.

Marinette wasn't blind; she knew her partner was more than desirable. He was fun, attractive, loving, and a big bundle of fur. He'd calmed down over the past few years, mellowing out, and she had to admit, he was beginning to make her heart flutter with some of his advances. Ok, flutter would be a minimal term for what she was feeling, and there may have been certain times where she wanted him to be more to her. When he smiled, laughed, thanked her for throwing him off a building... Their relationship was uniquely awesome.

"Come on Bug, give him a chance. There must be something there if you proposed to him." Plagg said, his eyes widening and glistening making her feel guilty for even considering a divorce.

"Of course, you'd bring that up. I bet you thought it was amazing that the prim and proper Ladybug was letting all hell loose last night."

"Not going to deny it, Pigtails, you were the life and soul of the party."

She sat, moving her hands between her knees and considered the predicament she was currently in. Would being married to Chat Noir actually be such a bad thing? Of course not, she did love him, it was just a little confusing at the moment which way her love went. However living with their secret identities was going to be nothing short of a living hell.

But then there was also the fact Chat Noir lived in a different country, she thought she remembered him saying something about America? How could they possibly make a marriage work in different time zones? If they were going to try at all? You know for a fact many people do, a voice echoed in the back of her mind. She was quite sure if she was in 'Inside Out' that one was Joy, and of course Joy was loving this; she was 100 percent a Ladynoir shipper.

"Well...It's not like I'm in a relationship at the moment," she pondered, "everything I have to deal with just makes it hectic for anything romance related, so maybe..." she looked up at Plagg, the kwami nodding like a cheap bobble head car accessory.

"Keep going, Pigtails. Just, say it."

"Maybe, we could give this a chance."

Plagg sprung into life faster than Marinette had ever seen, his little paw/flipper/arm, whatever you wanted to call it, punching into the air and a loud whoop leaving his mouth. She didn't even try to suppress the giggle leaving her mouth, as she stood up and walked towards the mirror, her walking similar to a night of bull riding. Oh the thigh burn! She wasn't sure if she'd been on a bucking bronco or she was the bucking bronco? Is this how it was meant to feel after you'd lost your virginity?

The bathroom was amazing and from the logo on the towels it seemed like they'd spared no expense.

"The 'Bellagio', huh? It seems neither of us like it cheap." She looked in the mirror and studied her reflection, only to notice the different red marks scattered all over her body. She stroked over the one on her neck; obviously she wasn't put off by his civilian form by any means, if her polka dotted bruised skin was anything to go by.

"You'll like him, you know. He's a good guy."

"I'm sure he is. I've put up with him for 8 years, I'm sure another, what? 50? Won't hurt me." She smiled.

"I knew you'd see the light, Purrincess."

Marinette rolled her eyes before looking back into the mirror, she checked herself over once more. The lovebites on her neck and chest, the deep flush on her cheeks, the smile on her lips and the most beautiful ring on her finger. Was this the worst mistake she'd ever made? Certainly not, and maybe a little part of her was thinking that it possibly could have been the best.

Her phone began to ring once more, bringing her attention down to the ground where she'd left it on the picture of Chat Noir dipping her in front of 'The Chapel O'Love', the smiles on their faces making her heart flutter. Breaking out of her trance, she moved towards it, grabbing it and studying the caller ID.

Alya Césaire

Marinette pressed the answer button and braced herself for her best friend's roasting.

"Alya, hi! How are you today?" That's it Marinette, play it cool.

'You have some explaining to do, Mrs Noir! Start at the beginning.'

Marinette sighed before beginning the story. "Well, it all began when we decided we wanted Thai food..."

•••••

"Adrien, calm down it's going to be okay?"

"How's it going to be okay? She's going to hate me now!"

"How can she hate you when it was her idea?"

Adrien slumped down on a chair and threaded his fingers behind his head bringing his elbows together in front of his face, the small red kwami coming to fly near him.

"Listen to me," Tikki said sternly, "you know she always catastrophizes over the most trivial things and that she's a worrier. Just give her time, I'm sure she'll accept this, I see no reason why she wouldn't?"

"Maybe because she doesn't actually know who I am? Come on Tikki, you know as well as I do, as soon as she finds out I'm Monarch's son she'll run a mile. We had it good, why did this have to change?" Adrien sighed, dropping his hands between his legs and looking at the red Kwami for any sign of hope. Although he expected to see nothing, the surprise was pleasant as he looked into the big blues of his partner's charge.

"I think she'll be fine when she finds out. Yes, she'll freak out, but that's just her, and I promise it won't have anything to do with you being his son. Plagg's talking to her at the moment and you know he'd do anything for his favourite kitten. Plus, maybe Ladybug's thoughts about you have changed." She batted her eyelashes at him, causing him to groan before letting out a little chortle.

"Don't build my hopes up."

His phone began to ring from where he'd left it on the coffee table. He picked it up and glanced at the caller ID wincing, how had he forgotten about her?

Taking a deep breath he answered the phone as normal as possible.

"Hi, Lou," could his voice sound any more fake? "Listen, I'm busy at the moment, but I'll drop by yours later, if that's okay? There's um-" He looked down at his finger smiling as his eyes set upon the ring, "there's something I need to talk to you about."

Adrien listened to the agreement from the other side of the phone, the girl excited to have the guy she's been on a couple of dates with invite himself around for the evening. Oh man, the conversation later was going to be worse than what he was about to have with Ladybug, but he'd finally gotten his dream girl, his best friend; nothing was going to interfere with this working out.

Ending the call, Adrien winced as he looked at Tikki. "Please don't judge me."

"I never said anything."

"But you're thinking about it."

Tikki sighed, coming over to sit in Adrien's hair, fondly stroking at it. "I can't blame you for moving on, and what you just did, she would have to do the same, you know, if she was with anyone. I'm pretty sure you're her priority."

"Oh my God! Was she in a relationship? Have I ruined her chance with the love of her life?" Tikki burst out laughing, Adrien taken aback by the scary disposition of the small kwami in front of him.

Nope, just given her the chance instead, Tikki thought to herself, watching as Adrien felt betrayed from being left out of the joke.

"Nope, the only love she has ever had left Paris when they were just becoming young adults, and though she won't come straight out and say it she loves you too."

"A guy can only dream," he sighed. "So no relationships?"

"Nothing, and I must admit I'm quite surprised about you. I never thought you'd give someone else the chance."

Standing up, Adrien secured the sheet around his waist once more ready to make his way back to the bathroom and talk this out with his wife. A shiver ran down his spine. He was married to Ladybug. A giggle left his mouth at a pitch higher than his voice before puberty. It may not have been the big wedding he'd dreamed about, or the grand proposal he'd had planned for them since he was 13, but he couldn't deny it felt damn good. Now he just had to get her to accept it too, though he hoped Plagg was currently being the number one wing kwami.

"Sorry," he coughed, embarrassed by his prepubescent display. "I was told it'd be good for my career to have a high profile relationship, so I caved and asked someone out. It's only been a couple of weeks, but I still feel bad. I hadn't even kissed her yet. She's a sweet girl though, reminds me a lot of Marinette."

"Oh, Chat Noir I'm sorry."

"No, it's fine. You know as much as I do that Ladybug has always been the one."

"And Marinette?" Tikki asked, a glint in her eyes making Adrien curious. Why did she want to know about Marinette?

"If I was in Paris, I don't know? Maybe? But that's not an option. She's a good friend, she's been there for me more than anyone else," Adrien said casually, walking back into the bedroom and sitting on the rumpled bed sheets. God, they must have had a wild night.

"M'Lady," he called out, "are you ready to talk about this?"

Her voice was muffled as it sounded through the doorway. "Sure, send Tikki back in."

"You heard her, little red."

•••••

Marinette was greeted by her dear companion after thanking Plagg and sending him out to Chat Noir.

"Are you ready to meet your husband?" Tikki teased, Marinette rolling her eyes at her unusually playful kwami.

"I am," Marinette sighed, "I - um - I'm going to give it a try." Tikki flew into Marinette's face, hugging onto her and almost suffocating her in the process. "Tikki, I...can't...breathe!"

"Sorry!" The kwami moved away and clapped her hands. "You're making the right choice Marinette, I promise it'll be worth it. He's a good one."

"I'm trusting both you and Plagg on this. Oh my God!" She placed her hands over her face, "I've married someone who I have no idea of his name, age or even what he really looks like." She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "But it's all okay, because he is amazing. He is sweet, smart, funny and regardless of what Alya said, he's not just a hot piece of ass."

"And he's outside waiting, are you ready?"

Marinette nodded, taking a deep breath and exhaling it out slowly.

"Tikki, spots on." A flash of bright pink light encompassed her, and her little support was gone. She was on her own now, just her and her super partner, who was her husband. Oh wow! Okay!

Grabbing hold of the handle she braced herself, ready to open the door.

"Chaton, can I - um - can I come out?"

"Yeah, I'm transformed."

Turning the handle, she pulled the door open and stepped back into the bedroom where Chat Noir was sitting cross legged on the mattress. Oh dear Lord, had someone suddenly turned up the heat?

She looked at the rumpled bed sheets, the sign of a very enthusiastic night together, before something in the bin caught her eye, oh? There it was all the evidence she needed.

"Do you want to talk in here, or..." He pointed out into the living area, Ladybug nodded, biting her bottom lip as she walked out, her partner following behind her. She wouldn't think straight if she stayed in this room. The sights and smells were just too much for her to take in.

They seated themselves side by side on the sofa and Ladybug took one of his hands in her own, using it as an anchor to stop herself from falling apart, as she balanced on the balls of her feet and bounced her heels up and down.

"First, I just want to say thank you for my ring," she started, "it's really beautiful."

"Just like you then." He responded, her face taking on a slight blush as she stroked the back of his gloved hand with her thumb.

"I - um - I spoke to Plagg, and...oh, I don't know how to say this."

"It's okay, Bug. I know some good attorneys. We can get this done and dusted in no time, I promise. I'm so sorry about it all." The vulnerability and sadness in his voice almost killed her. That was not what she meant at all.

"You're not understanding me, Kitty. I - um - I want us to try. Like try it out and see where we go from there."

"Try?" he echoed.

"Yes, I would like to be your wife, if you'll have me?"

He jumped out of his seat, pulling her with him and straight into his tall lean body, wrapping his arms tightly around her as she stretched on her tiptoes to wrap her own around his neck. What was he? A basketball player or something? There was no doubt about it; Chat Noir was insanely tall!

"So we're doing this?" he whispered in her ear.

"We are, we can figure out fundamentals when you're next in Paris because I'm going to need a good few days to freak out before I can properly wrap my head around all this."

"Yes, of course, take all the time you need. I'm just so happy." His face pressed alongside hers, the damp trail of tears pressing into her cheek before mixing in with her own.

"Thank you, Minou."

•••••

That day, as one hero returned to Paris freaking out about her new marriage before finally pulling herself together and doing what she did best...planning. Another entered his soon to be ex's apartment, a cloud of doom over his head as he hurt someone unintentionally.

Paris was filled the following day with two news stories flooding their front covers and websites.

Ladynoir to give EXCLUSIVE interview to 'The Ladyblog'

Paris born NBA star Adrien Agreste breaks up with Grammy award winning girlfriend, Louella Ross.