Title: square modified brilliant
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Length: 1.8K
Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Content notes: Implicit offscreen underage sexual activity.
Summary: A year after Monarque's defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir are getting married. (Nobody mention the part where they're not yet old enough to get married.)
"I will always do anything in my power to help the two of you. All of Paris will." Mayor Bourgeois does not look nearly as confident in this assertion as he sounds. "But the law requires public notice, under your legal names and in advance, for a reason."
"Super," mutters Chat Noir.
"We would never dream of suggesting you break the law," Ladybug says, without a hitch in the dexterity practice game of cat's-cradle she's playing with her yo-yo cord. Chat Noir, who kind of was suggesting exactly that, says nothing. Ladybug continues, "We're just hoping you will say some things that are true. Like, it is true that almost everyone who has ever gotten, or will ever get, married at this city hall is not a superhero. It is true that superheroes are only celebrities when we're wearing the masks, and when we're not, we're just ordinary citizens."
"Certain exceptions apply," Chat Noir says. "President of the United States Camilla Hombee, alias Victory, for example." To say nothing of Chloé Bourgeois, alias Queen Bee. And definitely to say nothing that might give away Chat Noir's identity if Chloé's father doesn't already know, just in case he doesn't already know.
"Which is a choice President Hombee made for herself," Ladybug agrees. "With the consent of her family, especially her spouse and her minor children, who are after all the first people an enemy might target if they wanted to emotionally compromise her. But as I was saying: as far as you know, it is true that when we get married, we will be following all relevant laws. Yes, we know it's illegal to have a religious wedding ceremony before the legal ceremony, but unless you're planning on tracking down the girl I play-married in the park when we were six and arresting both of us over it, you're going to need more than just 'we said we're married now' to say we're breaking the law."
"As far as you know," Chat Noir adds, grinning, " 'when Ladybug was six' could mean anytime from 2000 to 2006. For all you know, you officiated at our wedding a year and a half ago. I could say I remember exactly that and it wouldn't be a lie."
Ladybug rolls her eyes. "It is true that going through back records of posted banns to figure out which couple is us would be an invasion of a lot of random people's privacy, which you ought to remind everyone of if anything makes it relevant. It is also true that we have no plans to lie about any of this, and saying we remember something happened would be weird enough phrasing if we knew it happened. Since we know it didn't happen, it's too close to a lie."
Chat Noir turns away and starts licking his gauntlet, radiating sulkiness. He wasn't really going to say that anyway.
"…One of you is younger than Chloé," Mayor Bourgeois says, in the slow tones of someone coming to a realization. (Chloé turns eighteen next week.) "It is possible that not one of Paris's superheroes became one as an adult. You are asking the city of Paris to protect your secret identities by implying you are older than you are."
Ladybug and Chat Noir exchange glances.
"We're also asking the city of Paris to hold off on the anniversary celebration of Monarque's defeat until the anniversary of knowing we were both going to survive defeating him," Ladybug says. "But yes. That's it exactly."
Marinette elbows the door open and holds it for Adrien, then keeps pace with him as they head for the Métro. He's not exactly ready to go back to rock climbing or parkour, but he'll definitely bet on himself in a 5K race against, uh, anyone whose personal best is over an hour forty-five.
"Just think," Adrien murmurs, "we didn't even have to play the 'teenage parenthood' card."
"Isn't it hot out?" Marinette says in a rush, face redder than the warmth of a mid-June afternoon can explain. "I didn't think it was supposed to be this hot out."
"Now you mention it," Adrien says faux-thoughtfully, "I could take off a layer or two…"
Marinette makes a teakettle whistling noise and pulls a sun hat out of her bag of holding just to hide her face in. Plagg's cackling laughter doesn't quite drown out Tikki's giggles.
"We aren't having a wedding Mass," Marinette tells her grandfather patiently. "Adrien hasn't been to Mass since his mother died. I'm not sure I've ever even set foot inside a church."
"Yes you have," Adrien says, setting two champagne glasses mostly full of sparkling orange juice by Marinette's elbow. "I remember thinking it was funny we had to hide in a church on Ash Wednesday from Monsieur Pigeon episode thirty-three when Jesus died at age thirty-three."
Marinette snorts. "Was that one of the times you got hit hard enough you were contemplating your own mortality? Never mind, I don't want to know."
Grandpa Dupain makes a face like he also regrets asking.
"Anyway, we don't need a church for the part where we say, 'I, Marinette, take you, Adrien, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health'—"
"In calm times and in times the entire city's celebrating like mad," Adrien interjects.
Marinette laughs. "When it's magical and when it's mundane, 'I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.' "
Adrien nuzzles the side of her neck. " 'I, Adrien, take you, Marinette, for my play-pretend wife until we do the actual legal part at which point I will take you for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in'—"
Boom.
The orange juice glasses go flying. Marinette glances frantically around—everyone she expects to see is present and nobody looks akumatized—
Boom.
…Oh. Right. Her wristwatch says 22h30. She was supposed to be bracing for that.
" 'In sickness and in health,' " Adrien continues, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her gently down to where she just knocked him to the floor, "even when she forgets about the scheduled fireworks display and the anniversary of no more akumas, to love, honor, and cherish all the days of my life."
"Cheers," mumbles Marinette, ignoring the sticky spots for the moment (and certain he's ignoring a leg cramp for the moment) in favor of scooting up to where she can press kisses to his pulse point and cheek and the scar beside his eye.
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen
Length: 1.8K
Pairing: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug
Content notes: Implicit offscreen underage sexual activity.
Summary: A year after Monarque's defeat, Ladybug and Chat Noir are getting married. (Nobody mention the part where they're not yet old enough to get married.)
"I will always do anything in my power to help the two of you. All of Paris will." Mayor Bourgeois does not look nearly as confident in this assertion as he sounds. "But the law requires public notice, under your legal names and in advance, for a reason."
"Super," mutters Chat Noir.
"We would never dream of suggesting you break the law," Ladybug says, without a hitch in the dexterity practice game of cat's-cradle she's playing with her yo-yo cord. Chat Noir, who kind of was suggesting exactly that, says nothing. Ladybug continues, "We're just hoping you will say some things that are true. Like, it is true that almost everyone who has ever gotten, or will ever get, married at this city hall is not a superhero. It is true that superheroes are only celebrities when we're wearing the masks, and when we're not, we're just ordinary citizens."
"Certain exceptions apply," Chat Noir says. "President of the United States Camilla Hombee, alias Victory, for example." To say nothing of Chloé Bourgeois, alias Queen Bee. And definitely to say nothing that might give away Chat Noir's identity if Chloé's father doesn't already know, just in case he doesn't already know.
"Which is a choice President Hombee made for herself," Ladybug agrees. "With the consent of her family, especially her spouse and her minor children, who are after all the first people an enemy might target if they wanted to emotionally compromise her. But as I was saying: as far as you know, it is true that when we get married, we will be following all relevant laws. Yes, we know it's illegal to have a religious wedding ceremony before the legal ceremony, but unless you're planning on tracking down the girl I play-married in the park when we were six and arresting both of us over it, you're going to need more than just 'we said we're married now' to say we're breaking the law."
"As far as you know," Chat Noir adds, grinning, " 'when Ladybug was six' could mean anytime from 2000 to 2006. For all you know, you officiated at our wedding a year and a half ago. I could say I remember exactly that and it wouldn't be a lie."
Ladybug rolls her eyes. "It is true that going through back records of posted banns to figure out which couple is us would be an invasion of a lot of random people's privacy, which you ought to remind everyone of if anything makes it relevant. It is also true that we have no plans to lie about any of this, and saying we remember something happened would be weird enough phrasing if we knew it happened. Since we know it didn't happen, it's too close to a lie."
Chat Noir turns away and starts licking his gauntlet, radiating sulkiness. He wasn't really going to say that anyway.
"…One of you is younger than Chloé," Mayor Bourgeois says, in the slow tones of someone coming to a realization. (Chloé turns eighteen next week.) "It is possible that not one of Paris's superheroes became one as an adult. You are asking the city of Paris to protect your secret identities by implying you are older than you are."
Ladybug and Chat Noir exchange glances.
"We're also asking the city of Paris to hold off on the anniversary celebration of Monarque's defeat until the anniversary of knowing we were both going to survive defeating him," Ladybug says. "But yes. That's it exactly."
Marinette elbows the door open and holds it for Adrien, then keeps pace with him as they head for the Métro. He's not exactly ready to go back to rock climbing or parkour, but he'll definitely bet on himself in a 5K race against, uh, anyone whose personal best is over an hour forty-five.
"Just think," Adrien murmurs, "we didn't even have to play the 'teenage parenthood' card."
"Isn't it hot out?" Marinette says in a rush, face redder than the warmth of a mid-June afternoon can explain. "I didn't think it was supposed to be this hot out."
"Now you mention it," Adrien says faux-thoughtfully, "I could take off a layer or two…"
Marinette makes a teakettle whistling noise and pulls a sun hat out of her bag of holding just to hide her face in. Plagg's cackling laughter doesn't quite drown out Tikki's giggles.
[image: An oddly familiar young woman with black pigtails, wearing a pink raffia sun hat, mirrored sunglasses, pink capris, white gloves, and a white T-shirt depicting a hydrogen atom that says "think like a proton: stay positive!", and and an oddly familiar young man with ruffled blond hair, wearing a black raffia sun hat, mirrored sunglasses, blue jeans, black gloves, and a black T-shirt depicting bare hands pouring from flasks of lime-green liquid that says "forget lab safety, I want super powers". They're sitting together on a bench on the Pont des Arts and grinning at the photographer, with all their hands stacked on his cane in a pose that shows off jewelry on their left hands: she has a rose gold wristwatch and he has a rose gold diamond ring.]
alya.ladyblogger: Yes, this is exactly the announcement you think it is!
[image: A little black cat plush with a gold collar bell and a black top hat with one red rose; a little ladybug plush with a crown of red and white roses; a pair of stud earrings with green gemstones arranged in heart shapes; a golden wirework lapel pin shaped like a cocktail glass containing two red dice with black pips; two pieces of lilac cardstock with gold text, arranged so that the only text visible on one reads "13 juillet 2018", and on the other, "vin d'honneur sur le Champ de Mars".]
alya.ladyblogger: I am told I'm to remind you that though dethroning Monarque was 21 June 2017, the thing worth celebrating the anniversary of was mid-July. The tragic part is I think they think they're being subtle.
[video: A toddler belonging to a favorite Fromagerie Trèfle Violet customer claps and dances along as another customer sings, "One thousand oranges two thousand plums, Windemere Vladimir Carl Alexander, raspberry blueberry strawberry gooseberry François Reginald Lancelot Herman son of Her Majesty Queen Constantina chocolate cheddar and Charlotte and Maisie son of his camembert King Maximilian—"]
fromagerie_trefle_violet: Catering the Ladynoir wedding celebration is getting intense enough even the little kids have noticed. A cappella by Luka of @kittysection!
[image: A map of the restaurants, bistros, cafés, bakeries, crémeries, ice cream parlors, food trucks, and other participating food service locations in Paris.]
tomsabineboulangeriepatisserie: We're proud to be among the Parisian locations offering a special food item from the Sunday before Ladybug and Chat Noir's wedding through Bastille Day, with a portion of proceeds to be donated to the super causes funded by Ladybugs In Flight Foundation. Ours will be paired dark chocolate macarons: strawberry and wintergreen!
pink_silk_meteor_hammer: We won't have time to drop in everywhere, so we'll be stopping by a random selection over the course of the week. But we're not putting T&S in the randomizer, because my kitty and I absolutely have to try those macarons!
[image: Ladybug and Chat Noir. Paris's prince is draping himself over Ladybug's shoulders in a way that simply isn't possible if this black metallic material is any sort of metal; it would work with his old leather catsuit, but his wedding look bears more resemblance to full plate armor. Our Lady herself has, for the happy occasion, traded her practical outfits for what looks like a red silk gown with a sweetheart neckline and an A-line silhouette, speckled with black roses in full bloom outlined in gold, and a red capelet with mandarin collar, similarly embroidered; black opera gloves, black boots with wedge soles, and a black modesty panel mean she remains covered from neck to toe.]
marinettedesigned: I asked what their wedding outfits were made of, and she said "husband material". Photoshoot promptly derailed. Not shown: about eighteen kisses.
[video: Time lapse recorded on the roof of Le Grand Paris, compressing thirty minutes into thirty seconds. The city goes from full sun to full thunderstorm to full sun.]
theofficialchloebourgeois: Rain on your wedding day when you have the Dragon Miraculous. Who would have thought? It figures. I hope there's real rain when my brother gets married; he's having his engagement party in Restaurant du Grand Paris today!
"We aren't having a wedding Mass," Marinette tells her grandfather patiently. "Adrien hasn't been to Mass since his mother died. I'm not sure I've ever even set foot inside a church."
"Yes you have," Adrien says, setting two champagne glasses mostly full of sparkling orange juice by Marinette's elbow. "I remember thinking it was funny we had to hide in a church on Ash Wednesday from Monsieur Pigeon episode thirty-three when Jesus died at age thirty-three."
Marinette snorts. "Was that one of the times you got hit hard enough you were contemplating your own mortality? Never mind, I don't want to know."
Grandpa Dupain makes a face like he also regrets asking.
"Anyway, we don't need a church for the part where we say, 'I, Marinette, take you, Adrien, to be my husband. I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health'—"
"In calm times and in times the entire city's celebrating like mad," Adrien interjects.
Marinette laughs. "When it's magical and when it's mundane, 'I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.' "
Adrien nuzzles the side of her neck. " 'I, Adrien, take you, Marinette, for my play-pretend wife until we do the actual legal part at which point I will take you for my lawful wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in'—"
Boom.
The orange juice glasses go flying. Marinette glances frantically around—everyone she expects to see is present and nobody looks akumatized—
Boom.
…Oh. Right. Her wristwatch says 22h30. She was supposed to be bracing for that.
" 'In sickness and in health,' " Adrien continues, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her gently down to where she just knocked him to the floor, "even when she forgets about the scheduled fireworks display and the anniversary of no more akumas, to love, honor, and cherish all the days of my life."
"Cheers," mumbles Marinette, ignoring the sticky spots for the moment (and certain he's ignoring a leg cramp for the moment) in favor of scooting up to where she can press kisses to his pulse point and cheek and the scar beside his eye.
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