A/N: [Thank you for all the reads!]

I just searched 'Letters to Marinette' on Google and my book was the first thing that popped up, OMG! It's so popular...and we're all so dirty-minded...

Anyway... It's almost the end🎉 Woohoo, so exciting! Don't be a silent reader!

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Chat 💍

Our friends and family waved us goodbye as the limo drove us away from the wedding venue. Mr and Mrs Dupain-Cheng were the last people to hug us goodbye before we left— my now parents-in-laws.

I was smiling the entire day because finally...finally, my Princess would be part of my family as well: Marinette Agreste. The second we were on the road, I kissed Marinette on her cheek, neck, shoulder...

"Adrien," Marinette laughed, gently pushing me back.

"Yes, Mrs Agreste," I replied sweetly, pulling off the veil.

She just rolled her eyes, "We're not even in the honeymoon suite yet and you've already gotten your hands all over me."

"It's been way too long, Princess."

Marinette shook her head, taking a small, black box out of her dress. It was the gift Master Fu gave her before she became Ladybug. She took out her earrings and put them on, allowing Tikki to appear in front of us.

"Congratulations!" she squealed, hugging Marinette's cheek.

I did the same with my ring before Plagg appeared before us. The Kwamis celebrated excitedly, saying comments along the lines of 'I told you so' and 'Fu chose wisely'.

We were grateful that Master Fu was able to make it to the wedding because he was busy with his clients, but he managed to come and wish us luck.

Although it was great seeing him again, I was a bit unsteady because he had once told Marinette and me that he'd have to take our Miraculouses away from us when Paris was free of Hawkmoth's control one day.

Plagg was irritating at times, but he was my friend. I did not want to lose him when I 'no longer needed him'. Without my Kwami, I wouldn't be Chat Noir; meaning the best of me would be taken away.

I petted Plagg's head lightly and he purred. We had really gotten closer over the years, cooperating better since that Marinette would break up our fights every now and then.

Gorilla, my driver, did not say a single word on the way to the hotel. Chloe had already booked us the best honeymoon suite in 'Le Grand Paris' and was waiting for us at that exact moment.

Many of our friends asked us why we weren't going overseas, but we both knew that as Paris' superheroes, we couldn't just leave our citizens to defend for themselves.

We learnt that the hard way when the Dupain-Cheng family insisted that Marinette and I go to Shangai to meet Sabine's mother. When we came back to Paris, all hell broke loose.

So, no thank you, we'd rather spend a nice, calm honeymoon in the most luxurious hotel in Paris.

It still surprises me that Chloe could change so drastically since five years ago from rude bully to kind best friend in the blink of an eye. She left early from the wedding in order to get our room prepared perfectly. Pollen, Chloe's Kwami, said that it was certainly Bee-autiful (I burst out laughing at that pun).

We had reached the hotel and took off our Miraculouses before getting out of the limo. We were met with hoards of paparazzi, holding cameras and mics towards the famous model, Adrien Agreste, and his beautiful wife, Marinette, world-renowned designer.

Gorilla shooed some people off best he could, along with the security. I hated the attention, holding Marinette by her arms and guiding both of us to the entrance where we were safe.

I almost stepped on her dress on the way, but luckily she was safe. Chloe hugged us both tightly when we made it in, apologising for the paparazzi.

"You're room is ready," she cheered ecstatically, clapping her hands together, "Let's get this honeymoon started."

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"Woah," Marinette gasped, "Pollen was right. This suite is beautiful."

The first room we had walked into from the door was a large, lounge where a fancy, beige couch stood besides a redwood table in the middle and a big-screen TV hung upon a furnished fire place close to a window that led outside to a balcony.

There were two doors that continued to different sections of the luxurious suite: one was a huge neat, marble bathroom; the other held a king sized bed with glass lamps atop mahogany desks.

The sight truly reminded me of how far we had come and I just stared at nothing for a complete minute... We were married. I was going to spend the rest of my life with my lady starting now. From this beautiful room, will continue our beautiful future together. Marinette hugged me from behind as I took it all in.

"I'll be leaving you two alone now," Chloe said with an amused chuckle.

We thanked her gratefully and watched as she left the room. I turned to my Princess and smiled devilishly, holding her hips. I asked her if she wanted to play a game, but she just laughed in a joking manner, but I did not want to joke around in that moment.

"How dare you make fun of your knight?" I said with an angry smirk.

She slowly stopped giggling, wiping the laughter from her face. It reminded me of the time when I gave her a letter as Chat after the Gamer incident. I remember falling down hard on the floor after Marinette's parents called up to her and I had to rush out of her room so that I wouldn't get caught.

Now we were all alone, married and free. I embraced her in a warm hug and before she could retaliate, I kissed her along the jaw and neck.

"A-Adrien," she stuttered nervously, a soft blush appearing in her cheeks.

I guided her to the bedroom slowly and carefully, savoring our time for the night because out of all the things I could never forget, I wanted that moment to be the one I remembered best.

❤️ (<3)

"I love you so much," I breathed heavily into her neck.

She sighed exhaustedly, hugging me back. I felt tired, happy and complete. My body was throbbing— but in a good way.

I reached over to the edge of the bed so that I could switch on the light over the desk besides us. I then realised that the glass lamp was now shattered on the floor. We must've hit it off during sex.

"How did that happen?" Marinette asked tiredly, "This is a King-sized bed."

"That says a few things about our sex life," I chuckled.

I ran my fingers through her hair and kissed her forehead that was now beaded with sweat. She acknowledged that it was the first time we hadn't used a condom and I told her that I figured we wouldn't need one now that we were married.

"It's almost as if you want to get me pregnant," she said.

I just smiled, "What we're the names that you wanted again?"

"Emma, Louis and—"

"Hugo."

She looked at me with that impressed smirk. I had remembered a lot of things Marinette mentioned to me from five years ago. I never forget what she tells me.

"Would you like to start a family?" she asked suddenly.

I stared at her in awe, thinking about the question. Of course I wanted children. I could see myself holding our baby in my arms with tears of joy because I would finally become the father that I've always needed.

I could see them growing up, asking if I could help them with projects and advice for school and I'd be there whenever they needed me.

"I would really love to start a family with you, M'lady," I replied.

"You'd be a miraculous father, Chaton," Marinette said.

She kissed me on the cheek and rested her head on my chest. I fell asleep with a smile on my face. I had the best dream that night.

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Marinette and I were lurking the Parisian streets, late at night, to vandalise a wall of 'Rue du Saint-Denis'.

I had always wanted to do at least one graffiti masterpiece on the wall, but I never had the chance when Father kept me locked up behind the Manor gates. I had always dreamed of doing it and now I did...literally, with the love of my life standing besides me.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," Marinette said, as I sprayed the wall again.

"In my dreams, you mean," I laughed.

"What are you writing, Adrien?" she asked worriedly, looking around the block for security.

I'm not going to lie: breaking the rules in my dreams felt good. For once, we finally got to do something bad. After all those years of saving lives through Paris and helping people do good deeds, we deserved one night of naughty business, at least (maybe a few more if we counted making love to one another).

"I'm writing the words we should never have left unsaid," I answered my princess before kissing her quickly on the lips.

"What are you...?"

I tried writing it as neat as I could in green spray paint and it turned out exactly the way I wanted it to:

~~ JE'TAIME ~~

Marinette stared at my art lovingly and gave me a side hug before picking up her own, red spray-paint from the ground.

There were some areas of my 'Je'taime' art which did not look right, however, because there were incomplete spots that weren't sprayed properly. Luckily, Marinette covered it up perfectly with her red paint so it turned out even better together. She overlapped my mistakes.

We heard sirens from a distance and that's when we knew it was our time to leave. My lady took my hand and asked me, "Remember the time that you said you wanted us to run away together?"

I nodded, reminding myself of the moments I shared with her as Chat Noir.

"I think now's the time," Marinette laughed, pulling me away from the noise of the police sirens.

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A few days later, my Princess and I were headed back to the mansion. We had already greeted her parents so we wanted to see if my father ws doing alright as well. After that, we were planning to go to Alya and Nino's house.

Théo messaged me earlier to congratulate me and Marinette on our honeymoon (wink, wink) and said that he was truly happy for us. He and Lila were on a tour to America where his singing career will carry on.

Lila had really changed through the years, just as Chloe had, and I was glad to know that Théo had recieved the love he deserved— the unconditional type.

I looked to the other side of the street where I saw someone running, when I realized that it was Kim, a student in our class from about five years ago. I tapped on Marinette's shoulder, gesturing to him.

She gasped and called out to him, "KIM!"

He turned to us, running on the spot with a puzzled expression and smiled when he recognized who we were.

"The couple of the century," he said, "Good to see you guys again after all this time."

"Same to you," I replied, "What are you practicing for? A track race or something?"

"Nah, Olympics, bro!" Kim punched a victorious fist into the air, "Big time, baby! Woo hoo!"

We congratulated him on how far he's come and he replied with the same respect. Funny how hard work certainly does pay off. We went our separate ways; us running for an unknown future, while he was running for the gold.

Before we reached the gate, Marinette and I noticed a woman with blonde hair ringing the bell outside the mansion. She was facing away from us, but something about her seemed familiar.

"Exuse me," I asked curiosly, "may I help—?"

The woman turned around and I had gotten the shock of my life. The same emerald, comforting eyes and beautiful features... Warm smile, soothing words... All the soft lullabies and inspiring quotes from my childhood came rushing back to me.

I wasn't sure if it was real so I gripped Marinette's hand for good measure. The woman was speaking, but I could hear nothing.

I managed to open my mouth hesitantly and the smallest and most heart-breaking question came pouring out. It was simple and short, but strengthened heart just the same.

"Mom?"

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A/N: decided to make an epilogue 👐 happiness!

~~ Conclusion ~~