There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate (Felinette spy au)

Let's Get Married!

The sun bathed the sprawling estate garden in a golden glow, setting the perfect scene for Felix and Marinette's wedding day. The venue, chosen for its timeless elegance, was filled with blooming flowers and decorated with soft white and blush accents that were so Marinette. The place looked like a Pinterest board had exploded with everything beautiful and delicate.

Despite the idyllic setting, Felix was anything but calm.

In the hours leading up to the ceremony, he paced around his room, his polished shoes clicking on the floor like he was preparing for a sprint. Adrien, his best man, lounged casually on the couch, watching Felix with a mix of concern and amusement.

"Felix, breathe," Adrien said, standing to stop his cousin's frantic movements. "You're going to wear a hole in the floor if you keep this up."

Felix threw his hands up in exasperation. "Do you understand what today means? Marinette is about to become Marinette Graham de Vanily! That's a big name, Adrien! Like, who even knows how to spell it?"

Adrien gave him a pointed look. "Felix, she's marrying you. Not the name."

Felix stopped pacing, but his nervous energy didn't die down. "I know, but—what if she gets stuck with it? What if it's too much to carry? What if she regrets it?"

Adrien gave a small chuckle. "Felix, if there's one thing I know about Marinette, it's that she doesn't back down from anything. She's not marrying a name. She's marrying you, crazy person and all."

Felix exhaled a long, exaggerated breath. "Right. You're right. Maybe... I'm just freaking out a little."

"Only a little?" Adrien smirked. "Look, you're going to be fine. She's going to love it. And you're going to make her swoon so hard she'll forget all about that last name."

Meanwhile, in a separate part of the estate, Marinette stood in front of a full-length mirror, smiling at her reflection. Her wedding gown shimmered in the soft light, the lace delicate and intricate. 

Marinette paced the room, her wedding gown rustling behind her like a small army of fabric. Tikki, perched on her shoulder, watched her with a mix of concern and awe.

"You're fine," Tikki said, trying to sound reassuring, though her voice wavered. "You've got this. Felix is going to lose his mind when he sees you."

Marinette gripped the lace of her gown a little tighter. "I'm not sure I'm ready for that," she muttered. "What if he sees me and runs off screaming into the woods? I've read about this happening, you know. It's called 'wedding day jitters.' It's a real thing, Tikki."

Tikki blinked. "I think you're overthinking it. Felix is a gentleman. He won't run into the woods. Probably."

Marinette shot her a panicked look. "You're not helping."

Before Tikki could respond, a loud knock echoed from the door. Alya burst into the room, wearing a "don't mess with me" smile and holding up a mirror like a weapon.

"Girl, stop pacing! You're going to wear out the carpet before the ceremony even starts," Alya said, inspecting Marinette's appearance with all the seriousness of a red carpet interviewer. "You're basically about to make Felix drool all over himself. Just stand still and let me get a picture. This moment is iconic."

Marinette stopped pacing, but her nervous energy didn't let up. "What if I trip on the way down the aisle? What if my heel gets caught in the grass? What if I sneeze and ruin the whole thing?"

Alya blinked. "Uh, we're inside, so grass isn't even a problem. And you will trip because you're wearing heels, but that's gonna be iconic too. You'll laugh, Felix will laugh, the guests will laugh, and then the wedding will be remembered for centuries."