Ladybug turned slightly and the arms around her tightened possessively. A flutter of pleasure rippled through her body for a second before she squashed it. She had woken up in a strange place, being held by some mysterious stranger who...just happened to be in really good shape. Then she caught sight of the face the arms belonged to and her heart did a little backflip.

Single and stuck watching her friends and former crush get married. Marinette is there to support as much as she can, but when old feeling resurface and a confession is made, they both start to question, what if... My version of Something Borrowed