You, Ladybug, and Chat Noir are the team that saves Paris from daily harm. But what happens when Chat realizes his feelings for you?
I'm complete fandom trash ok people
[This will most likely be the last-or one of the last-chapter in this book. I haven't been getting much inspiration since ML is on hiatus. I will be counting this as the 30K special! Thank you SO much! Enjoy!]
F~Fandom
It has been around 2 years since you and Adrien started dating. It's now your last day of school. Graduation day. You had decorated your cap with your favorite character from(F), with the help of Alya. You and the other seniors start lining up for the ceremony. Finally, the school's band starts playing "Pomp and Circumstance" and the principal begins to call names. There is no specific order, because Marinette and Alya go first. The next few minutes are slow until you hear a loud voice saying "(YN)." You nervously walk onto the stage, memories of your past 4 years of highschool flashing by. You get your diploma and shake the principal's hand and walk off as your family claps wildly. "Adrien Agreste." Adrien walks to the stage, his cap decorated with green paw prints and cat faces. He does the same as you and the other students, except something is missing. He walks offstage without saying a word. Then it hits you. Everyone is silent. No one had come for him. Not even his own father is here for his highschool graduation. He sits next to you awkwardly. Then the auditorium doors boomopen. Of course, all the people inside look back to see what the large noise is. You look at Adrien, who has his hand over his mouth and tears in his eyes. He gets up, and runs to hug his father. You can't help but smile.
Adrien's POV
"You came!!" I say to my father as he smiles at me. "What, did you think I was going to miss your highschool graduation?!" At first, I did. But this is now. I lead him to the folding chair next to me and(YN).
Time Skip to Grad party at Adrien's House
Your POV
You are surprised Mr. Agreste allowed a party to be held at his house. He's definitely not a fan of parties, and doesn't even let Adrien go to them. A slow song comes on. You know what happens next. Adrien comes up to you, and stands there for a minute.
[This is what he's wearing, minus Marinette. And you're just wearing whatever formal-ish attire that you want.]
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After what seems like FOREVER, he says, "Um, so, do you want to, you know, um, dance?" You giggle and accept. For both of you, dancing is a mess, but you manage. "You know, I'm really glad your father came to the ceremony, even if he was late." You say. "I had a feeling he would come, but another side of me told me he wasn't. That's why is probably looked depressed, huh?" "Yeah..." The conversation trails off. Adrien then pulls you to a wall and fiddles through his pant pocket and takes out a cardboard box. You look around confused while he tries to open it. Then your attention comes back to a sitting Adrien holding out the box. He smiles nervously, and you open it. Inside is a copy of his Chat Noir miraculous. "I-is this a graduation gift or are you...." He nods. Everything is silent. All of the students are staring at you two. Adrien looks back to you and gives you his awkward smile. You take the almost-real-looking ring and examine it. "So is that a yes or no.....?" WHAT. "Hold a second. This isn't a grad gift?!" Adrien shakes his head. "Then are you....." You swear your heart stops. Tears start flowing is happiness in your eyes. You gladly nod and run to Adrien. He pulls you into a tight hug then stops. Everyone-even the adults-are staring and clapping. You take his hand and run out of the house to the courtyard. His soft lips push into yours and you do the same. After a bit of that, you start "making out"[If that's what you call it]. It feels good, surprisingly since its your first kiss. But you knew that you wouldn't forget it.
[This is the longest chapter I've EVER written. A moment in silence for my poor thumbs.]