ElizaYoungADreamer
Marinette blushed as Adrien looked down at her, giving her a tiny, adorable, and totally to-die-for smile. She felt her whole body go numb as she asked him,
"Can I have your autograph?"
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Chat Noir was going to feel stupid for asking his partner such a question. He bit his cheeks, wanting her to avert her blue-eyed gaze so he could breathe. And then he said it.
"Can I have your autograph?"
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"I'm just doing this so he can feel better about himself, right?" Marinette asked herself. She raced over to the leather-clad boy, who was positioning his staff so he could lift off. "Wait!" she cried out. Out of breath, she panted:
"Can I have your autograph?"
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Adrien felt his body go hot as he glanced at her in her suit, her hands on her hips. "Um..." He rubbed the back of his neck before mumbling,
"Can I have your autograph?"
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Lots and lots of fluff. Maybe, MAYBE, MAAAAYBE a bit of sin. (Close your eyes pure children)
Cover by @SummerSnowQueen