[☑️]reconciliation | an adrienette story

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🐈‍⬛ POV

Sometimes I forget that Marinette doesn't know that she is Ladybug. So you can understand my confusion to why she was so pissed to why I was saying Ladybug in my sleep, and not her name. Saying I was perplexed would be an understatement, until a few minutes into her yelling at me to understand what the hell was going on.

"I'm confused." I uttered, and she scoffed.

"Fine. What did you dream about?" she replied immediately, making my eyebrows raise in confusion.

"Why is that important?" I asked,

"Just answer the question!" she ushered, her tone nothing bu seriousness.

"Uh, okay.." I trailed off, thinking.

What was I dreaming about? I don't even remember.

I do remember white and the first thing that comes to mind when I think of white was Chat Blanc.

I shuddered.

"What? What is it?" she asked.

"It wasn't really a dream. It was more like a memory of the sorts, like you have been having; how's that going by the way?" her eyebrow cocked up in annoyance. "Right. Don't change the subject, sorry. It was a nightmare-memory. Something I'd like to avoid for the rest of my life. I'm sorry if whatever I said made you upset."

"I'm not upset about that." she remarked, crossing her arms against her chest and rolling her eyes. "We're you fantasizing about a certain heifer?"

"Who..?" I asked questionably.

"Do I need to be specific?" she asked, then sighed drastically when I nodded in confirmation. "Ladybug! You said her name in your sleep! You said that she was the last of your dreams, like, why? That wretched bug did nothing for you and you dream about her?!"

"I- I don't understand..? Why are you so upset?" I asked, truthfully and completely baffled.

"What do you mean; why? How would you feel if you caught me talking about another male in my sleep?"

"What does that have to do with anyth- oh." I started to ask, but soon remembered that she doesn't know that shes Ladybug. Again. "Sorry. But, hey, I'm over her. I have been for years. I'm in love with you now. okay?" I tried reassuring her, still not wanting to have her know she's Ladybug. Selfish? Probably? Cruel? Also probably. But, she was happy with her life and I was happy with mine. That's all that matters right now. "You don't have anything to worry about, princess. I haven't seen her in- what? 3 years now? You're back in my life, not her. I'm not going to suddenly go running up to her if she decides to show her face again. She won't take me away from you. I promise." This speech caused me to cringe inwardly. Telling Marinette who was Ladybug telling that Ladybug who was Marinette wouldn't steal me away from Marinette who was Ladybug. Did that clear out how I was cringing? Yes? Alrighty.

"I.. I should've thought about that.. it's just.." Marinette exhaled deeply, grabbing my hands and raising them up.

I looked up at her. Seeing as I was sitting down at the end of the bed and her standing, it was the only way to really look at her while she was up there. Her face was full of guilt, despite the smile that was blossomed on her face.

I blushed, Damnit, she so bonny and bewitching. I'm much in love with her and- yow!

I looked down at where the pain suddenly came from. It was the finger that contained my miraculous. What the hell?

"Aw.. thanks for the compliment."

Huh?

"What?" I breathed, looking up at her.

"Y— You complimented me. Did you not? Or did I hear you wrong?" she stammered slightly, making my heart beat faster.

"I didn't say that out loud." I said shakily, standing up, our .305 metre difference very noticeable as I looked down at her as I rose up.

"You didn't?"

I shook my head. My eyes suddenly zipped to her Ladybug earrings. I exhaled quiveringly as I bawled my fist together, looking at my cat ring.

Of course, that's what's going on. She's remembering stuff even she wasn't apart in. Like the time during Sandboy when Plagg and Tikki met up. I thought, humming slightly. I'm going to have to tell her eventually. This is going to confuse her dearly. But not yet; even I'm not ready. Is she? Probably? I'll never EVER be ready.

"Can we ignore that for now?" I asked nervously, and she nodded. "Anyway, it's just what?"

She sighed.

"It's just.." she started off, fumbling with my hands in her own.

The soft smile on her face was not misreadable. She was happy, even if she was struggling with her words on the inside.

"Two of your secretaries came to check on you, and they told me how I lost my memories."

I stilled. My world just decided to crash upon me today. "N.. no.." I stammered, nearly on the verge of crying.

Does she hate me? She hates me. No. Why? Why me? I have suffered enough, hasn't God had enough of my screams at night? Damnit. Who was it? It was probably Nooroo and Duusu. They have a problem with not keeping their mouths shut. I'll kill them. I'll kill them both. They've broken me.

"Adrien! Why are you crying?!" she shrieked, grabbing my face with her hands.

"I.. I'm s- so sor.. sorry, m.. ma p.. prin.. princesse.." I sniffled, barely able to hold the tears back. "Pl.. please don't ha.. hate me.."

Her eyes softened.

"Oh, mon prince." her eyes were screaming sympathy and emotion, telling me that her adoration hasn't changed for me. "I forgive you. Nooroo and Duusu—"

Aha! So it was them! New thing on my bucket list: find and kill the post-used kwamis for telling her.

"— told me why." she smiled, using her thumbs to wipe away the tears that strolled down my cheeks. "I could never hate you, my love. Do you understand? I know your intentions are pure. I can't believe you risked your happiness for me. The girl that you used to sit in front of in class, who could barely muster a sentence around you when we were— what? 13- 14 ish? You.. you killed your mum for me, kitty.. I can't believe you did that.." she sniffed once and looked up at me.

"Yeah, well. My mum wasn't supposed to be alive. She deserved to live a better life in heaven. With my supposed 'step-mum'. You needed a life.. she- didn't." I smiled softly, before scoffing. "Is it just me or did that sound totally dark?"

"Totally." Marinette smiled. "I can't believe you chose me over your mum, the woman who birthed you."

"Yeah, well, she was supposed to be in a coma, and she deserved a better life than back then, so, I suffered for you and for her." I told her. "Think of it that way. You're not the reason I was suffering, my love. It was my fault for not reconciling with you."

"I.. I know, but I cannot help but feel guilty." she confessed, threading her fingers through my hair.

"I do not blame you. I blame myself. Please do not beat yourself up for this." I nearly begged, bringing her free hand close to my chest. "Je t'aime."

She gave me a smile.

"Je t'aime aussi, mon chaton."

Words: 1265

20 chapters, 2 months, wowza

i've been thinking of renaming this book 'reconciliation' since i've totally lost track of the 'arranged marriage' title

ye i'll do that

au revoir!