Another contribution for @adrinettemonth Day 25: Double Date
wooo... I think this is the longest comic I’ve posted so far. And ya, I like to think that most of their double dates end up with Nino and Adrien running off together xD
I have a short one-shot for today’s prompt of ‘Double Date’. I probably would’ve drawn something, buuut... /stares at wedding dresses
I’m facing that down in two days. Save me from the lace.
Rating: K+
Genre: Fluff
Pairing(s): Adrinette with DJ Wifi accompaniment
Summary: It’s a Double Date. Or could it be more? (Aged-Up)
Warning: No warnings... unless Alya has to have her own warning. Maybe? Yes.
“Ugh, no! It’s too much!”
“The over saturation of sweetness is going to give me diabetes!”
“I feel my teeth rotting!”
“We should have never done this!”
“This is our punishment, babe… we have no one to blame but ourselves for winging them.”
“A-Alya, Nino… geez,” the shrinking pig-tailed girl groaned, face flushed despite still idly running her fingers through short golden locks. Adrien purred as well as a human could, nuzzling further into her neck before offering her more of the cake she ordered on a fork. When presented to her mouth, she parted her lips and politely partook in the sweet pastry. Meanwhile, across the café table, Alya snapped another photo before ‘fainting’ against Nino.
“Honey, our children are disgustingly adorable,” she sighed, flicking through the photos she had already taken. Cuddling, kissing, and Adrien’s ridiculous cat-like behavior – their poor, affection-seeking son.
“I know. I’m already sampling music for their wedding,” Nino chirped, showing her his phone and the song playing. Her eyebrows rose and she ‘oooh!’ed at the song, tapping the screen to scroll. There were some that got more hums of approval, but several she made faces at.
“Ew, no, this one is not going on the playlist.”
“But sweetheart…”
“It’s for their honeymoon mix,” she teased, making Nino grin while Adrien and Marinette both spluttered.
“Alya, we’re not even engaged!” the young designer squeaked into her hands. Adrien slowly sat up beside her, already knowing his girlfriend made a mistake.
Alya wiggled her brows, “Oh, so if your precious kitten here already proposed, we could discuss the sultry soundtrack for you romantic getaway?”
They all watched Marinette press her lips tight while her face turned an impressive shade of ruby. She supposed she never said she would not, and the silent acceptance of such made Adrien quietly finger the velvet box still stowed away in his pocket.
