Chat Noir was known for taking risks, for being selfless, and for being slightly on the erratic side. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that he'd be on one knee, in front of the love of his life, proposing to her after only being on three real dates. Yet, her face was definitely telling him he'd caught her off guard.

Ladybug looked like she was going to either push him off the stage or ban him from naked fun time for at least the rest of the vacation.

He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a ring box and opening it up with practised ease (yes, Félix had been the receiver of the ring many times this afternoon). Her shock was definitely part of the plan, but he couldn't deny the hope that she would say yes when he asked. After all, she trusted him and would follow his lead just as he did hers. But it was a weighty question, and he prayed his eyes showed the truth behind the request.

She studied him like she always had as Adrien and Chat Noir, trying to figure out what was real and what was make-believe. Her gaze moved from his eyes down to the ring seated in the black velvet cushion. It wasn't anything big, or fancy. It was small and understated, cute and clear. It was unique, just like she was.

She gasped, her hands coming up to cover her mouth, and he knew she wasn't acting. This was a genuine reaction. A response.

The crowd in the bar were loud—a lot louder than he remembered from when he'd walked on the stage, and, if she had given him an answer, he certainly hadn't heard it. Her eyes widened before her eyebrows pulled into a frown.

Dropping her hands, he watched her mouth move, a word leaving her lips, yet still hidden behind the roaring crowd. She spoke again, this time her head nodding with the word. He couldn't allow himself to accept the inference though, not yet, not when he'd gotten things so wrong time and time again.

Ladybug stepped closer, lowering herself level to him and cupping his face gently in her hands. She looked deep into his soul in a way he'd never been viewed before.

He felt like she saw him, properly saw him,.

"Kitty, I love you."

Oh, God! She was saying no! That was definitely a 'what the hell are you playing at?' response, paving the way for a direct 'no'.

"You could ask me today, tomorrow, a year from now, twenty years from now, and my answer would still be the same."

Why the hell was she making one of her speeches now!? This was more excruciating than waiting for the results of his baccalauréat exams.

"Which is?" he stuttered out.

She pulled his face to her, placing her lips against his in a slow, hungry kiss.

Well, if this was how they were going to end, at least she'd be leaving him with a good memory.

She trailed kisses over his cheek bone, coming to a stop just below his ear. "Yes." Her voice was breathy, emotional...perfect.

He moved back to look at her face, and a stray tear dropped down her cheek. He wiped a thumb underneath her eye, taking the moisture away from her cheeks.

She closed her eyes and cupped a hand around his. "I love you, and even though we're young, I can't imagine ever wanting anyone else. You're the missing pieces to my puzzle."

"And what a challenging puzzle that is too," he laughed, wrapping her into his arms and pulling her close, standing up and lifting her off the ground.

The crowd erupted with wild, uncontrollable applause—screams echoing and chanting—as he stood up and placed his new fiancée down on the ground.

"You do know my answer was serious, Chaton. I said yes for real."

The little cheerleaders in his stomach began to do somersaults. This couldn't be happening. His life wasn't this good.

Placing his hands on her hips, he pushed her backwards a little, looking into her eyes at the searing passion being thrown his way. He wanted to ditch the contest, fling her over his shoulder, and run them back to the villa. He squeezed her tighter, suddenly remembering his hand was gripping something else—a box.

"Oh!" He moved away from her, positioning himself back down onto one knee, and taking the ring from its plump, velvet cushion. Grabbing hold of her hand, he slipped the ring onto her finger before bringing it to his lips and kissing it gently.

He stood again, wrapping his arms around her waist, burying his head into her neck, and rocking them from side to side. His dream had finally come true.

The rest of the night followed in a blur. The results came in, and—unsurprisingly—he had managed to pull the highest heart rate from the girls. He couldn't blame them really. Not only had he danced like Channing Tatum, but also he'd proposed to his wonderful girlfriend, amping up the excitement and bringing down the house. Oh yes, the plan—his plan—was running smoothly. Now for the pièce de résistance.

"Seriously! The cat!" 'Adrien' shouted angrily at Kagami.

She stood there unphased, as always. "Why not?"

Adrien scoffed. "Why not? Why not? I chose you over Marinette, Kagami! I did it for our parents, for you, yet you don't seem at all interested in me."

Chat Noir looped an arm around Ladybug, pulling her in closer to him. He buried his head in her hair, half in defence and half to make sure he didn't burst out laughing.

His cousin deserved an Oscar.

"You lack decisiveness, Adrien. I deserve more than that." Kagami crossed her arms over her chest, looking as straight-faced as always.

"Like who? My cousin, the magician?"

The whole of the audience gasped, the music coming to an abrupt halt as all ears were firmly on the piece of gossip just thrown out.

Kagami stood silently, staring at Félix in a way that made Chat Noir shiver. This girl could give his cousin a run for his money. "What about Félix?"

"You know exactly what I mean," Félix said, pointing a finger in Kagami's direction.

"And what about Marinette?"

They stood in a stare off, Chat Noir contemplating heading out into the audience and taking bets on who would win. Each and everyone standing with their phones held aloft, most likely filming the drama unfolding on the stage. Instead of a response, Kagami turned and stalked away. Félix remained with them, not bothering to run after her.

Their emcee stepped forward with a microphone. "Well, that was a little different." Anthoney grabbed a tissue from his pocket and began to dab it across his sweat laced forehead. "Anyway, now it's time to crown this year's Mr and Mrs Valentine Island."

As Ladybug and himself were presented as the new 'champions of love' Chat Noir couldn't help but catch a glance at Félix, his cousin dropping him a sly wink before heading off the stage and hopefully to find his girlfriend.

Now all they had to do was wait for the call from his father.

A watched pot never boils, right? Well, that only works when your father isn't Gabriel Agreste, who had most likely just been exposed to social media calling his son a cheating liar, and his supposed 'girlfriend' a two-timing cow. He could imagine it now, Nathalie marching into his father's office, slamming down her iPad with the #AdrientheSlut trending on Social Media. It seemed the Alliance Rings sales were about to come crashing down.

Which is why, right now, all four vacation lovers were sitting in Ladybug and Chat Noir's villa, huddled around Adrien's phone on the kitchen counter.

"And, what's more, Tomoe has been questioned by her investors about why she forced her daughter into a relationship!" The four looked at each other, holding back the laughter bubbling under the surface. Gabriel Agreste was livid.

"I'm sorry," Adrien said for about the gazillionth time since the start of the call.

"Where's Kagami now?" Gabriel demanded. Adrien glanced up at his friend who was huddled in his cousin's arms. The two of them just worked—like he and Marinette. It was like a well-oiled machine, one whose components only worked with the support of the others.

"She's with Félix."

"Félix!" If his father could breathe fire, the whole of the mansion would've been burned to the ground with that one word.

"He came here to win her heart, and it seems he succeeded."

"And Marinette?" Adrien noted how Marinette tensed beside him. His father didn't seem to be loving the idea of his son being with the budding fashion designer, but he didn't care anymore. He was free in the matter of weeks, his contract being completed and his freedom being granted.

"I love her, Father." Adrien reached out and took her hand in his. "And it doesn't matter what you say, I'm not leaving her. You can't make me."

"Blah!" Félix announced, Gabriel picking up on the extra voice in the room.

"Is that Félix? Put him on the phone right now!"

Before Adrien could pass the device over, Félix swiped it from the table and took it off mute, placing it to his ear and marching out to the deck. Kagami followed quickly on his tail.

Settling back on the sofa, Adrien smiled at Marinette, his arm stretched out along the back, offering her a chance to get closer. Leaning back, she snuggled into him, tucking her feet up and letting out a soft sigh. She held her hand out in front of them, the ring dazzling under the spotlights of the room.

"Do you think we're moving too fast?" she asked, her voice tentative.

He moved his hand to meet hers, bringing it to his lips and kissing her once more. "Probably," he said. "But when has that ever stopped us before?"

Moving his hand to the back of Marinette's neck, Adrien pulled her in close allowing his desire to lead the way and kiss her with the fire and passion that burned inside him. He knew he was addicted, and nothing could stop him. This was it, and he was going to fight tooth and nail to keep it.

At the end of the day, people do the craziest things when they're in love.