[☑️]reconciliation | an adrienette story

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🐈‍⬛ POV

"Marinette?" I said hesitantly, "What are you doing?"

I woke up more tired than usual. Like I didn't get much sleep, but I did, didn't I? But that wasn't the craziest or most confusing part.

Marinette was here. In my bed. Bed. Mine.

How did she get here? Wouldn't I have woken if I felt someone else here? I have been told that I am a very light sleeper. I wondered in bewilderment. I was not opposed in the slightest to her being here, just entirely confused. She had once told me she wouldn't sleep with me until she was comfortable, which I completely understand, seeing as I told her we had accidentally slept in the same bed a few times when we were younger. That would raise some awkwardness and uncomfortableness. But that wasn't too long ago when I told her, I thought she would need more time to cope with such information? Or was I wrong and she was able to handle it in barely under 2 days? Surely not. Marinette doesn't just get over something as romance-y as that.

I turned to my side as prompted my self steady with holding myself up by my arm, my hand holding my head.

My free hand went to her shoulder and I softly shook her. "Mari.. wake up please."

"Hm?" she grunted as she rolled over, her face facing me. "Wha-?" her eyes shot open and she immediately blushed when she saw me next to her. "A-A-A-Adrien?!"

"Hi," I said softly.

"I- I forgot I slept here." she whispered sheepishly, giving a timid smile. "Sorry.."

"You know I do not mind it. You're the one who was not comfortable with it and you know I do not mind it. How did this happen?" I said, rising up to be able to sit up.

"I couldn't sleep, then slept a little, got rammed with a memory, woke up widely confused, so I got up, traveled to your room, started shaking you, you started talking in your sleep, you started saying weird thingies, you finally woke up, pulled me in bed with you, and you wouldn't let me go. There, is that enough explanation for you?" Marinette said a little too quickly. I barely understood a word she said.

"U..uh.." I trailed off. "What did I say?" I queried.

"Hm, stuff like Labug and something about people named Luka and Kagami and something about you being not jealous? It was honestly amusing, yet you were basically delirious and I don't know if what you said were real or just a dream of nothingness." she responded, sitting up and stretching a little before promptly laying her head on my shoulder, yawning.

I stiffened, and I knew she noticed but she just didn't care.

"Labug"? That's definitely Ladybug. I really hope I didn't say something like "I love you" in my sleep to Ladybug. That would be the absolute worst. Although they are the same person, doesn't mean I want her to find out that her other self used to be the love of my life. Especially since she doesn't remember who Ladybug is or remember that she IS Ladybug. I don't think she's ready to know that she used to gallivant over the rooftops of Paris every single freakin' day.

"W..what weird things to say." I forced out a chuckle, smiling timidly.

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"Right? I had to stop myself from laughing. I didn't know how to react, really. But.. we're they true?"

I stilled. "W.. well.." Telling her about Luka and Kagami wouldn't hurt, right? Just leave out the bad parts. "Our exes. Do not fret, though! It was on good terms, we were both so secretive so it was best for them to break up with us."