Love Square - One Shots

Adrien's Adulthood Cock-Tale

Adrien wouldn't say that he was late to develop, it was more of a late realisation. When he'd first met Ladybug, the tight fitting catsuit, the bright blue bell eyes and raven black hair were just things. Just body parts he liked. She was pretty—no wait, let's rewrite that! She was gorgeous! And her personality was...how did they say it on Discord on yes... *chefs kiss*.

That was fine. It was all good. He finally had a love of his life crush, and he was writing their names together on notepads, decorating them with hearts and thinking about her all day and most of the night too. He had action figures of the two of them and made them kiss (nothing more), and to him the name Ladybug Agreste sounded amazing.

He was happy just thinking about the pretty girl he worked with, the pretty girl he wanted to make his wife. Marriage at that age was simple. She would be someone who shared a last name, a house, meals, a hamster and kids. The thought never crossed his mind at that point how those kids would be made. Of course he'd had sex education but that never really registered...

Until one day.

At the grand old age of 17, Adrien Agreste finally had his male awakening. Now come to think about it, it had been developing for a while, a little lift here, and a tightening there (if you know what he meant) but then it happened for the first time, and unfortunately it didn't quite go to plan.

On the eve of his 18th birthday, Adrien Agreste had his first full on, obvious boner.

Also, on the eve of Adrien's 18th birthday he found out his partner was actually 'the' Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The final ingredient in the cocktail of...what shall we call it...Adrien's Adulthood Cocktail.

It had been a late night akuma, and one thing led to another and Marinette/Ladybug/Ladynette/Maribug kind of passed out closed her eyes for a moment on a rooftop; in Ladybug's dream ridden state, she muttered the three words that changed his life forever.

'Tikki, spots off.'

It came out a small, soft whimper, pushing through in between her little snores and heavy breathing. He was sure she hadn't the slightest idea what she'd just done exposing herself to him. He stood there in complete awe with Tikki glancing back at him and Adrien couldn't remember who's jaw had dropped open the most—his or the little kwami's.

'Chat Noir, you shouldn't be here."

Shouldn't be there? Had the kwami forgotten they were just in a rather intense battle?

'You shouldn't be in *hiccups* room."

Adrien would never, ever forget the look on the kwami's face when he announced that they weren't, in fact, in Marinette's room, but on a random rooftop in the centre of Paris. Her eyes widened as she took in the surroundings; they looked from Marinette to the Sacre Coeur, back to him, back to Marinette before repeating. A five minute Monty Python sketch at its best.

'I need to wake her up. We need to go home.'

Adrien had stopped Tikki from going any further, not wanting Marinette to wake up and freak out. He was adamant he should be the one to wake her up and tell her he knew her identity, Tikki was adamant he was a fool if he didn't think she'd go insane and fall off the rooftop.

So instead they came to the safest conclusion Tikki would tell Marinette in the morning. There was no point waking her up, both Adrien and Tikki knew they would just be asking for trouble if they did. So, the options were to either leave her there out in the elements and unprotected, or wake her up to get her to go home. The answer soon came as Marinette started to mumble in her sleep.