Marinette was sweating. This would be her first convention ever, and she was going to be going with Adrien Agreste. Granted, Alya and Nino would also be sharing their hotel room together, but it didn’t ease her tension much.
She had secretly redesigned Chat Noir’s outfit for this convention, and was excited to reveal her surprise to the rest of the group. Alya had planned to focus on taking as many pictures as possible, and vlogging the entire experience, while Nino had bought a t-shirt that appeared to be Iron Man’s torso. The only other to boast about a cosplay was Adrien.
“I’m getting changed!” Marinette declared, sauntering into the bathroom. Minutes later, she emerged with fully Chat Noir level confidence, posing in her most Chat Noir like poses. She had given the costume knee high boots, and slightly more fashionable gloves. When she was designing it, there had been this lovely thought of a window right at her chest, but she found she didn’t have that level of confidence. Alya was giddy with excitement, jumping about and taking as many pictures as she could.
“You. Look. Adorable,” she decided. It didn’t take long for Marinette to shrink back down into shyness with the camera on her constantly. She glanced over at Adrien, wanting to check on his reaction to her creation. His jaw was slack, and his cheeks were red. Surely, this was a good sign.
But he said nothing. Instead, he walked silently to his suitcase and took out a plastic bag.
“I’m changing too,” he said, not addressing anybody in particular.
Marinette was more than excited to see the result. Surely, he had something cool planned. Something that would more than irresistible. Alya, as the best friend in the world, had her phone ready to capture every angle of the costume.
“Alright, I’m coming out!” he called from the bathroom. Red spandex was not what she had expected when he made his grand entrance. Adrien was dressed head to toe in a beautifully recreated Ladybug costume, altered slightly in design. The black neckline was wider, and he appeared to be have gloves and boots as well, making it easier for him to wear a pair of black shoes with the outfit. He had even made his own little yo-yo, which sat sweetly on his hip.
Marinette ceased to function. The only thought in her mind was that Adrien Agreste loved Ladybug enough to dress as her for the word to see. That he put forth the effort to make a cosplay for this event in her image. She might have burst if not for Alya’s incessant screaming.
More than enough photos gathered on her phone.
“This is going to be the best weekend EVER!” she screeched.
“This has been really fun,” Marinette said without pretext, leaning comfortably on his knees as they sat on the curb outside of the convention centre, waiting for Alya and Nino.
“Yea. It’s been a great convention. So many people asked us for our picture!” Adrien replied leisurely.
“And the meet up. Wow. I didn’t know there were so many fans of Ladybug and Chat Noir.”
“And they loved that we were so well matched,” he enthused, looking out into the dwindling crowd of con goers. “You look awesome by the way,” he continued absent-mindedly. Marinette blushed furiously, thankful that the night was dawning on them.
“Not as amazing as your Ladybug cosplay,” she returned. Adrien grinned widely.
“Thank you, mon chaton,” he replied, giving her a wink. Marinette froze up. It had to be a coincidence. She was dressed as Chat Noir after all. It likely wasn’t a difficult nickname to come up with. But for him to call her his kitten. He didn’t just call her a kitten, but his kitten. She glanced up at Adrien’s profile. He did have blond hair and green eyes, just like Chat Noir’s, but the style was so different. And the green colouring could have come from the magic, since even his sclera were green.
Even still… she never really called Chat Noir “mon chaton” where people could hear them.
“Not at all, my Lady,” she replied cautiously. Although he didn’t say anything, Marinette noticed immediately the tension that had risen in his posture. “After all, what is Ladybug without Chat Noir?”
“A confident, intelligent, and beautiful super-heroine,” Adrien said, not missing a beat. Marinette raised her eyebrows.
“I was going to say “nothing”, but… Well, I didn’t know you felt so strongly about Ladybug.”
“How could she be nothing?” he argued. “She’s amazing!”
“But she wouldn’t be able to go through with half her plans if not for Chat Noir. She needs him!” she retorted.
“Hardly,” he muttered, clearly dejected, and drooping.
“What have you got against Chat Noir?” There was something familiar in the way he spoke, and it made Marinette extraordinarily nervous.
“Nothing! It’s just that, he’s like the sidekick right?”
“Not at all! Not ever! They are partners.” He stopped responding at this, and for a moment, they sat in silence together. “You’re my partner,” she whispered. Tension rose quickly in him again, and he turned sharply to face her. Marinette looked resolutely at the floor.
“What?” he asked, a glimmer of hope piercing through his tone.
“You’re my partner,” she repeated. “Mon chaton. Mon minou.” Her eyes turned to him, fear tainting them. “Mon Chat Noir.”
“Ladybug?” he muttered, hardly believing himself. He could hardly move, and only stared with an expression of shock, and elation. Marinette bit her lip. “My Lady? Buggaboo?”
At this, she broke into a smile and hugged him, nearly knocking him over from the force. Hiding the tears that had begun to trickle down her cheeks, Marinette held to him tightly.
“I cannot believe you dressed up like me!” she laughed. Adrien squeezed her, and she could hear the tears in his voice.
“Hey, in fairness, you did the same.”
“Well, you’re my favourite superhero. Of course I’d dress up as you, you still cat.”
Hahah, back the video editing for ma and with my new obsession with my other new obsession thus creating this video. Ladynoir, mostly from Adrien's point of you. Ps. Sorry for all my HTTYD followers for having so much Ladynoir on your dash
