#adrienette proposal

[galahadwilder]

Adrien: radiant. Carefree. Dreamy.

Marinette: you have mocked me about that for a DECADE now, can you please—

Adrien, getting down on one knee and producing a box: Adrien, the Fiancé.

[hismatetrunky]

post reveal halloween dilemma

set in the future where adrien and marinette are living together idk i havent thought of the full logistics i just wanted to write this

‘I can’t believe this is the second time this has happened,’

Marinette stared at the red and black spotted costume lying on her bed. Beside her, Adrien was busy scrutinizing his own.

‘The bell is way too big, it’s unrealistic! How could I possibly save Paris every day with a thing the size of a basketball around my neck? It’s so impractical, it’s like they’ve never even seen me before,’

‘May I remind you that it’s your fault we have to dress as OURSELVES for Halloween in the first place?’ Marinette hissed. 

It was true. They were meeting up with Alya and Nino for coffee and talking about their costumes for the Halloween party Chloe was throwing at her father’s hotel. Everyone, it seemed, was doing couple’s costumes. Alya and Nino were going as Shrek and Fiona, Rose and Juleka were going as salt and pepper, even Max and Alix paired up to go as Ash and Pikachu. 

‘What are you two dressing up as?’ Alya asked Adrien and Marinette, who were in the middle of exchanging panicked looks, desperately trying to come up with a costume idea.

‘We- uh- don’t know yet,’ 

‘Dudes! You should totally go as Ladybug and Cat Noir,’ Nino piped up. Alya agreed enthusiastically, while Adrien and Marinette froze.

‘I don’t think that’s such a good id-’ ‘Great idea!’

If looks could kill, Adrien would have lost all his nine lives at once. Marinette shot him a steely glare that didn’t go unnoticed by their friends, who looked at them questioningly. 

‘Yeah! Er- great idea!’ she said hastily, ‘but isn’t that a bit boring? I’m sure there’ll be loads of people dressing up as them,’

‘I doubt it, everyone’s been going as them for the last few years.’ Alya shrugged.

Marinette sighed. ‘Perfect!’

Back in Marinette’s bedroom, the pair of them were staring at each other, wearing the copies of the costumes they donned practically every day.

‘You’re the spitting image of Ladybug, you know that?’ Adrien grinned.

‘Well you’re not nearly as handsome as Chat Noir,’ Marinette replied cheekily. 

From the corner, there were retching noises as Plagg stared at them in disgust. 

‘You two are obnoxious, you know that?’ he said, finishing off a huge slice of Camembert. 

‘Nothing is more obnoxious than the smell of that cheese,’ Tikki piped up from behind Marinette’s mirror. ‘When Adrien had to feed it to me the time you both swapped your miraculous- it was awful,’ 

At this, thoughts began forming in Marinette’s head. She looked at Adrien and could see the same thoughts in his own.

‘Are you thinking what I’m thinking?’

‘Always, m’lady,’ 

They got out of Adrien’s limousine outside the Grand Paris hotel. The place was swarming with people. Alya was right, there were very few people dressed as Ladybug and Chat Noir. The novelty of having two teen superheroes saving Paris wore off after a few years, apparently. 

Marinette and Adrien stepped through the ornate doors and looked around, trying to spot their friends amongst the sea of people. Marinette caught a glimpse of green skin and yanked her boyfriend’s arm, pulling him in the direction of who she hoped were Alya and Nino.

‘Isn’t Ladybug supposed to be in charge?’ Adrien huffed as she nearly made him bump into a waiter carrying a plate of hors d’oeuvres. Marinette grinned at him. ‘She is,’ 

They collapsed in a heaving pile beside a table of desserts, where Alya and Nino were looking down at them in amusement. 

‘You two could never pass as the real Ladybug and Chat,’ Alya laughed as she helped them up, ‘neither of you can’t stay on two feet for long enough,’

‘You’re right, I’m much better looking than the real Ladybug,’ Adrien said, flicking his hair. ‘And I’m much funnier than the real Chat Noir,’ Marinette giggled, dusting herself off. 

‘Can you believe Chloe put this whole thing together?’ Alya whispered, ‘she really does have a flair for partying,’

The party became even louder, which they didn’t think was possible, when Jagged Stone turned up and started playing some songs from his latest album, which Marinette had designed yet another cover for.

The crowd became more and more packed and Marinette gripped Adrien’s hand as he lead her to a secluded corner, trying to stay on two feet as she was pushed every which way. He looked down at her hand.

‘You know, you’re missing a very vital piece of the Chat Noir ensemble,’ he murmured to her as they pushed past a particularly round man who seemed intent on not moving.

‘What’s that, over-confidence and a terrible sense of humour?’ she smiled as he lead her into an empty hallway.

‘No,’ he said, his tone more serious, ‘the ring,’

Marinette turned to see her boyfriend staring up at her, down on one knee with a dainty silver copy of his own Miraculous tucked into a satin box in his hand. 

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Fic title: where do you keep finding these

Adrien keeps bringing Marinette progressively weirder gifts, mostly extremely obscure Ladynoir merch. (The trick is that he’s trying to build up expectations that each gift is frivolous... so that when he proposes, she’ll be properly shocked!)

[galahadwilder]

Officiated, Ch. 9

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*

Marinette bounces out of bed the next morning long before her alarm, floating with a heart that's been inflated like a birthday balloon. She slides down her ladder, beaming, dancing lightly across the yarn and thread strewn over her carpet and throwing herself into her desk chair with a slide toward her desk. Right there, right in front of her computer, is the marriage license that started all this trouble and now is something so very different, and she can’t contain the rising glee as she picks it up, holds it against the light, reads Adrien Laurence Agreste and Marinette Elena Dupain. She spins, pressing it against her chest.

“It’s him, it’s him, it’s him!” she sings, kicking her legs in an attempt to burn off her happy energy. She throws her head back, staring up at the ceiling. “I’m married to Adrien!”

Tikki snorts, settling down on Marinette's desk with a cookie crumb held between her paws. “Oh, please,” she giggles, examining the crumb for Marinette's not sure what. “I knew this was coming since Dark Owl.”

Marinette shoots back upright, slamming the license down onto the desk. “Wait a sec!” she says with a smile, pointing a finger mock-accusingly at her Kwami. “You knew for four years and you just... let me make an idiot of myself!”

Tikki's eyes flick upward. “I couldn't exactly have stopped you from doing that,” she says with a grin that Marinette would almost call catlike.

Marinette’s eyes narrow playfully. “You’ve been spending too much time with Plagg,” she giggles.

Tikki's tiny shoulders slump, and she frowns. “I haven’t been spending enough time with Plagg,” she says. “He’s as much my other half as Adrien is yours.”

Marinette's breath catches in her throat. “Adrien... is my other half,” she says, wonder in her voice. “Oh my gods, Adrien is my other half."

Tikki giggles again. "Just realizing that now?"

Marinette pulls her knees into her chest. "It's weird!" she says. "I never—I never thought..." She shakes her head. "Anyway. Adrien knows, right? You don’t need to hide from him anymore. So you can spend as much time with Plagg as you want."

Tikki smiles. “I’m very much looking forward to it.” She glances at the trapdoor. “Are you going to tell your parents?”

Marinette’s smile falters as her heart leaps into her throat. “I...” she croaks. “Didn’t think of that.”

Her windpipe begins to squeeze, air running ragged through her throat as the wedding license crinkles in her shaking hands. Oh, gods, she didn’t even—didn’t even talk to them about this. They wanted to be part of her wedding and then she went and had one without them—they didn’t even know she was going to have a husband. What are they going to think, that she went behind their backs, that she didn’t trust them? Are they going to be disappointed?

”Okay, Marinette, breathe,” Tikki says, staring her in the eye with her own piercing blues. “Focus on my eyes. Okay?”

Marinette digs into the blue, lets herself drown in it. “I—I’m okay,” she gasps. “I—we need a plan.”

*

Marinette tiptoes down the stairs, her hands sliding along the wall as she glances down at her purse, taking reassurance from Tikki’s calming eyes. She peeks around the corner into the kitchen, where her mother is humming, bustling around the kitchen with whatever misshapen buns couldn’t make it into the shelves downstairs.

”Maman?” she squeaks.

Her mother jumps, twisting her head to face Marinette with her eyes wide with shock. “Dumpling?” she says, then glances at the clock on the wall. “You’re up... early. And fully dressed, too!” She beams. “What’s the occasion?”

Marinette steps out from behind the corner of the stairs, her fingertips pressed together, her shoulders up to her ears. “Um.”

Sabine’s face softens. “Oh, no,” she says, placing the roll on the counter and turning fully towards her daughter. “Is something wrong?”

“...No?” Marinette says.

Sabine’s head tilts. “Oh, Dumpling,” she says. “I know you. You’re not all right.”

Marinette’s arms drop. “Can I... have a hug?”

”Of course, sweetie,” her mother says.

Marinette rushes forward, her arms outstretched, and sobs into her mother’s shoulder.

”Shh, shh, shh,” Sabine says, stroking the back of her daughter’s hair. “Everything’s going to be all right.”

”P-please don’t—” Marinette gasps. “Please don’t be mad, Maman.”

Sabine kisses her on her forehead. “Why would I be mad?”

Marinette swallows. Squirms her way out of her mother’s arms, then reaches into her backpack and produces the marriage license. Then holds it out.

Sabine takes it from her, and her eyes go wide with shock.

“He... wants to stay married,” Marinette croaks. “And so do I.”

”...You’re... so young,” Sabine says. She looks up at Marinette, and there’s something intense in her eyes that Marinette can’t place.

Marinette’s ribs begin to squeeze in on her heart, and she knows she’s only a few seconds away from exploding. She searches her mother’s face, hoping for something, anything, that can belie her reaction.

”You didn’t get to design your dress...” Sabine says.

Marinette can’t tell whether the noise she makes is a laugh or a sob. Probably both. Of all the things her mother could have said...

Sabine’s head draws back, then she looks up and fixes her daughter with a glare. “You know this isn’t legal,” she says. “They got your name wrong.”

Marinette purses her lips and nods. “I... I know, Maman.”

Sabine turns and places the license on the counter. “Six months, Dumpling,” she says. “If your father approves.”

For a moment, Marinette can’t process. What? What did her mother mean?

“And make sure you and Adrien decide on a flavor of croquembouche at least a month in advance,” Sabine adds, and Marinette’s legs turn to jelly.

*

She tries to walk to school, she really does. But there’s too much energy pulsing through her, too many nerves, and finds herself running across the street before she even has time to stop herself.

And then—despite her being almost an hour early, despite her arriving before anyone else does except for Damocles—she sees Adrien standing in front of the school doors, bag over his shoulder, looking around nervously.

”Kitty!” she shrieks in delight, dashing towards him and leaping into his arms.

“My Lady!” he beams, lifting her up by the armpits and spinning her, laughing, and wow he is strong, she feels her heart speed up as she feels the tenseness of his muscles. She bites her lip.

He places her, gently, back on the ground. “You’re here early,” he says with a grin that she’s rarely seen on his face unless he’s wearing a mask, and once again she’s struck by the fact that kind and gentle Adrien is also playful and supportive Chat, and both boys she loves are one boy and she’s so lucky. “Couldn’t wait to see me, huh?”

Marinette grins back. “No, I was just really looking forward to the math test today.”

Adrien’s face falls, and for a moment Marinette is confused—before she realizes that he thinks she’s serious. “Kitty,” she says, softly, flicking him on the nose. “Of course I’m here for you.”

His face lights up, and tiny gods, her heart is going to explode, she loves this disaster cat man so much and it’s all she can do not to pull him into herself and kiss him senseless right there and then. And for a moment she’s about to.

But then he tightens, tenses, and she’s suddenly concerned. Has something happened? Did his dad find out? Wait—why is he here so early?

“I, uh, have something for you,” he says, twisting at the waist and reaching into his bag.

Marinette’s eyes narrow. “Adrien?”

He turns back to her, and his eyes don’t quite manage to make it up to here face as he holds up—

He holds up—

The ring held between his thumb and forefinger is tarnished silver, filigreed. There’s an inset emerald, octagonal, about the size of his pupil and the exact shade of his eyes. There are scratches on the surface of the gem, and it’s clear that he didn’t buy this—this is an heirloom, probably older than her, older than him.

”Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he says. “I love you... more than—than I... have words for.” He’s straining to speak, to find the right words, but that’s okay because she can’t breathe, she can’t feel her lungs, she’s one step off from collapsing. “In the mask or... or out of it, you have always been... the brightest thing in my life.”

Marinette’s hands fly up to her mouth, and she can feel her legs shaking. God, this is her husband, or rather fiancé, but the fact that he’s proposing here and now—

“This is...” He looks down at the ring. “This was my grandmother’s,” he says. “I stole it this morning. I just—I had to—you deserve it.”

She holds out her shaking hand, fingers splayed, and his eyelids begin to wet as he carefully slides the ring onto her finger. It’s too large, it hangs off her hand like her papa’s clothes, but it’s from him and it’s perfect.

”I love you,” she rasps, unable to take her eyes from the ring. “Chat, I—I just—this is—”

He gives a pained smile. “I can’t believe you want me,” he says.

She closes her eyes and smiles. “From the day you and I put on our Miraculi... there could never have been anyone else,” she whispers.

His smile goes from tight to five-hundred-watt, bright and brilliant and gushing love. “I love y—”

She cuts him off with a desperate, feral kiss.

*

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Not Yet, Ch. 2

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A sequel to this, though you don’t need to read it first to get it.

Inspired by @sweetmeatdale and @cheshiremadd

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*

"Marry me," he says when she unveils her newest creation—a dress seemingly made of starlight. His breath flees his lungs and it's all he can think to say.

She smiles, blushing. "Maybe later," she says.

*

"Good morning!" he says, holding out her coffee.

She lifts her head, groans, clutches it with both hands and tips the spout into her mouth, then slams the cardboard cup into the table. "Have I ever told you," she says, sleepily, "that you are the best boyfriend in the world?"

"More than a few times," he grins, sliding into the seat next to her as they wait for the professor to arrive to begin class. "You know how you can repay me?"

Marinette rolls her eyes, the bags underneath them shifting.

"You should marry me," he says with a smirk.

She slaps ineffectually his forearm and whines.

*

"Ladybug!" he screams as he batters away a missile, fired at her from the inner wall of his own house. Hawkmoth grins, taps his cane against the floor, and another panel slides open in the wall.

Chat jerks sideways, tackling his Lady to the ground, pinning her underneath the missile as it passes overhead. "Please," he says. "Before it's too late."

"It's not going to be," she says, then grabs his shoulder, yanking him to the side. Hawkmoth's sword passes through the air where he'd been moments before. "Focus!"

*

"Will you marry me?" he croaks as they watch from the roof of a house that's no longer his, as the police load a father who's no longer his into the back of an armored car alongside the woman who may well have been his stepmother. As doctors spill out of an ambulance, swarming into the house towards his mother's living coffin.

"Chaton..." she whispers, clutching his hand. He knows. This is the worst time—the moment of their proposal would be ruined. He's just lost everything. She doesn't want him associating the two.

It still hurts.

*

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" Ladybug says, straightening his bell as they prepare to walk into the courthouse. "He's your father."

Chat shakes his head. "Not anymore, he isn't," he says. "You're my family now."

Ladybug bites her lip and nods.

Chat grins. "You know we could make that official," he says.

She snorts. "You have the worst timing."

*

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng, will you marry me?" he says, presenting a pair of chopsticks between his hands like a sword from a knight to his liege.

Marinette, exasperated, snatches up the remote and pauses the cheesy romcom they're watching, her pink terrycloth robe fluttering around her wrists. "You're impossible," she says with a smile, pressing her fingers to his chin and lifting his face up for a kiss. "What am I going to do with you?"

"Marry me, hopefully," he says as she presses her lips to his.

*

They leave the courtroom through the window as Gabriel is taken out through the back. Life without parole. Chat wants to feel sad, but he's honestly just relieved.

It's over. They've won.

They run to Arc de Triomphe, scale it in under a minute—they decided on this ahead of time, instead of the Tower. The symbolism of it is too obvious to ignore.

They're free, up on top of the world, nothing but the wind between them.

He feels the joy swell in his chest at the thought that it's finally over, and decides it can't hurt to venture it again. "Will you marry me?"

"No," she says, then drops to one knee and opens her yo-yo with a flick of her finger, reaches inside for a little black box. Flips it open between her hands. "Will you marry me?"

He's shocked, utterly speechless. All his muscles are frozen.

He starts to cry.

*

She walks out of the bathroom of their hotel room in a tank top and sweatpants, toothbrush haphazard in her mouth, her lips dripping toothpaste foam, and his heart squeezes. He can't believe this exquisite creature has chosen him, of all people.

"Marry me," he breathes.

She takes the toothbrush from her mouth and smiles. "I'm pretty sure I already did," she says, holding up her left hand to show the rose gold ring he'd placed on it not ten hours before.

*

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Could you do more Marinette hcs for the ask game?

Marinette always has to have a towel on hand every time she makes a croquembouche because she always cries a little at how much she loves weddings. (Her father does the same thing.)

Marinette is going to spend seven months trying to figure out whether to propose to Adrien and how to do it only for him to decide, get the ring, and spring it on her in under a week. (She will faint.)

Her diary has secret poetry that she is very ashamed of. The thing is, she’s actually really good at it, but is too scared to show anyone so she’ll never find out (until her boyfriend finally cajoles her into showing him).

Marinette’s favorite d&d class is Monk, because they’re the only one that can let her properly pull off the acrobatics she does as Ladybug.

She has never once in her entire life successfully cooked a chicken. It always either comes out undercooked or burned.

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When it finally does go down, how does it happen when Marinette officially becomes a mom To him. ( for Dadrien)

Rafe finds out that his dad is planning to propose to Marinette when he accidentally loses the ring and freaks out trying to find it. It turns out that Adrien’s proposal plan is ridiculously overcomplicated, despite Plagg’s attempts to get him to simplify (though Rafe doesn’t know about Plagg yet). Raphael convinces Adrien to make a simpler proposal and gives him a deadline, or else he’s going to tell Marinette himself.

Rafe is the ringbearer for the wedding and he’s super happy that Marinette’s now officially his mom.