Sidekick Adrien Ficlet Request 3

[mistkitt]

 Originally Posted: 12/23/16

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Adrien had never been in Marinette’s room before. Visits to the apartment usually started and ended in common areas like the living room and dining nook, but ever since she’d been outed as Ladybug, his curiosity had nagged him. What was her little slice of the world like? Full of ladybug paraphernalia that would have given her identity away immediately? It couldn’t be. She lived with Alya.

“It’s kind of messy,” Marinette warned him as she led him down the apartment’s short hall. “I haven’t recovered from all the people who were akumatized over midterms yet.”

“I’m sure it’s perfectly charming,” Adrien said, hoping his tone didn’t give away how excited he was. Ladybug’s room. Ladybug’s room!

Marinette put a hand on the doorknob and turned to face him. “You have to promise not to laugh.”

He placed one hand over his heart and lifted the other in the air. “Why would I laugh?”

“Just… don’t.”

She opened the door.

Into a pink nightmare of a bedroom.

Adrien stood in the doorway, his mouth hanging open. He had honestly expected red. But of course Marinette wouldn’t be that obvious. There was… so much pink. Pink bed sheets, pink accents with little white polka dots, pink stuffed animals.

Then Adrien’s eyes landed on a spot of black in the center of the bed: a stuffed cat. He walked over and picked it up. Judging by its ragged appearance, she’d had it for a while. 

But that wasn’t the only thing. On Marinette’s desk was a men’s magazine, from which his own face smirked back at him. Handsome. Sexy, even. It was an old issue—dating back to several months before Ladybug had pulled him into that first frustrated kiss.

Adrien looked at Marinette. She crossed her arms over her stomach and stared out the window, her cheeks tinged pink. “I’d give you the tour, but it’s nowhere near as big as your room, so…” 

Adrien replaced the stuffed cat and crossed over to where Marinette stood. He took her by the arm, turned her around to face him, and smiled at her. “Hi,” he said.

She buried her face in his chest. “Shut up.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You’re thinking it.”

“You had a crush on me,” Adrien said, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt.

Marinette let out a long whine that ended in a mortified groan. “This was a mistake,” she said. Adrien laughed and lifted her chin, showering her adorable, unmasked face in kisses until she’d stopped pouting. Marinette fiddled with the zipper of his hoodie. “You know,” she murmured, “I used to sometimes fantasize about you coming in here and kissing me senseless.”

“Did you?” Adrien pulled her sleeve down and kissed her shoulder. “Well, how long do we have before Alya comes back?”

Marinette unzipped his jacket. “Half an hour?”

Adrien allowed the jacket to slide off, wrapped his arms around Marinette, and lifted her off the ground. “Then it’s time to make you senseless.”