OTP Writing Challenge

1. Getting Lost Somewhere (ft. Adrinette)

"Mari, are you sure you know where we're going?"

"Totally." The black haired girl did not, in fact, know where they were going, but she didn't want him to know that.

"Are you sure?" Adrien questioned after twenty minutes of seemingly aimless wandering.

"Yes...?"

"Here, let me see the directions," Adrien offered, taking the paper from Marinette, their hands brushing slightly. "Okay, so the directions said to turn right on Avenue Bosquet..." he trailed off, muttering directions to himself. "And we're on... Rue Fabert, which is... on the wrong side of the Seine." He slowly lowered the paper, looking from Marinette, to the street sign, then back to Marinette.

"How...?" he asked, baffled confusion tainting his voice. "Just... how?"

"I... I don't know!" Marinette stuttered. Her cheeks were flushed in both embarrassment and frustration.

"Well, it's too late to cross the Seine now, I have to have you home in..." he paused, checking his phone. "One hour, so maybe we just stop," he gestured to the green space in front of them, "here!"

"O-Okay, Adrien, if you want." Adjusting the basket on her arm, she walked to the grass, stopping to let Adrien spread out the blanket. She sat down and began unpacking lunch, laying out the food carefully. Much to Adrien's delight, there was nearly every kind of pastry under the sun, meaning that his sweet tooth would be satisfied. Plopping down next to Marinette, he took a bite of the cookie she was holding, giving her a smug smile as he chewed. Playfully batting at his arm, she tried not to laugh, but she failed, cracking up anyway.

"Adrien!"

"What?" he quipped with a mouthful of cookie.

"I brought you one too, you silly cat." Marinette froze. "Silly cat?" that was LADYBUG'S nickname for CHAT NOIR, and it had slipped so easily from her tongue. Adrien tensed, his muscles taut. Did she know? Was she Ladybug?

"Well then, my lady," he watched her eyes widen a fraction and momentarily stop chewing, then resume, "can I have that cookie?"

"O-Of course." She pulled out the cookie before setting down her own, her stomach now churning. Was he Chat? Did he know?

"Thank you, Princess." That did it. The word were out of her mouth before she could stop them, a wrangled "Chat?" escaping her lips unbidden. "At your service," he purred, though internally his brain was screaming at him. How could he be SO STUPID?

"B-But... Chat Adrien... a-and Noir Agreste, I mean Chat Noir and Adrien..."

"Chat got your tongue?" he teased. She turned even redder than her superhero persona, her tongue feeling like a lump of blubber in her mouth. She gave up on speaking, instead scanning his green eyes and golden locks, suddenly wondering how it had escaped her.

"How didn't I notice?" she whispered. "So is that why you kept disappearing during class?!"

"Maybe..." He grinned. "But apparently you weren't in class either, m'lady."

"I-I-I... Ladybug, Tikki... Akuma?" she squeaked, trying desperately to cover her tracks; he couldn't know she was Ladybug. This wasn't how this lunch break/mini date was supposed to go.

"Marinette, I know you're Ladybug. I don't know how I didn't see it sooner, honestly. I mean, for God's sake, look at your hair, and your eyes, your voice, even your facial expressions. It's so obvious now." Marinette stared, unsure of how to proceed. "And a long time I go I told myself that I would tell Ladybug something very important to me." He reached over and grabbed her hand, watching color rise to her cheeks again. "My lady, my princess, my Ladybug, my Marinette," his voice caused chills to run down her spine, and he kissed her hand gently. "I love you." The way he said it was so simple, so plain, yet it felt like a song that was only meant for her.

"I love you too," she whispered, squeezing his hand.

"You know," Adrien began, kissing her cheek, "if this is getting lost, we should do it more often."