A Masked Getaway

Chat Noir

Chat Noir was known for taking risks, for being selfless, and for being slightly on the erratic side. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that he'd be on one knee, in front of the love of his life, proposing to her after only being on three real dates. Yet, her face was definitely telling him he'd caught her off guard.

Ladybug looked like she was going to either push him off the stage or ban him from naked fun time for at least the rest of the vacation.

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a ring box and opening it up with practised ease (yes, Félix had been the receiver of the ring many times this afternoon). Her shock was definitely part of the plan, but he couldn't deny the hope that she would say yes when he asked. After all, she trusted him and would follow his lead just as he did hers. But it was a weighty question, and he prayed his eyes showed the truth behind the request.

She studied him like she always had as Adrien and Chat Noir, trying to figure out what was real and what was make-believe. Her gaze moved from his eyes down to the ring seated in the black velvet cushion. It wasn't anything big, or fancy. It was small and understated, cute and clear. It was unique, just like she was.

She gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, and he knew she wasn't acting. This was a genuine reaction. A response.

The crowd in the bar were loud—a lot louder than he remembered from when he'd walked on the stage, and, if she had given him an answer, he certainly hadn't heard it. Her eyes widened before her eyebrows pulled into a frown.

Dropping her hands, he watched her mouth move, a word leaving her lips, yet still hidden behind the roaring crowd. She spoke again, this time her head nodding with the word. He couldn't allow himself to accept the inference though, not yet, not when he'd gotten things so wrong time and time again.

Ladybug stepped closer, lowering herself level to him and cupping his face gently in her hands. She looked deep into his soul in a way he'd never been viewed before.

He felt like she saw him, properly saw him,.

"Kitty, I love you."

Oh, God! She was saying no! That was definitely a 'what the hell are you playing at?' response, paving the way for a direct 'no'.

"You could ask me today, tomorrow, a year from now, twenty years from now, and my answer would still be the same."

Why the hell was she making one of her speeches now!? This was more excruciating than waiting for the results of his baccalauréat exams.

"Which is?" he stuttered out.

She pulled his face to her, placing her lips against his in a slow, hungry kiss.

Well, if this was how they were going to end, at least she'd be leaving him with a good memory.

She trailed kisses over his cheek bone, coming to a stop just below his ear. "Yes." Her voice was breathy, emotional...perfect.

He moved back to look at her face, and a stray tear dropped down her cheek. He wiped a thumb underneath her eye, taking the moisture away from her cheeks.

She closed her eyes and cupped a hand around his. "I love you, and even though we're young, I can't imagine ever wanting anyone else. You're the missing pieces to my puzzle."

"And what a challenging puzzle that is too," he laughed, wrapping her into his arms and pulling her close, standing up and lifting her off the ground.

The crowd erupted with wild, uncontrollable applause—screams echoing and chanting—as he stood up and placed his new fiancée down on the ground.