SYNOPSIS: Nino's best man speech at his best bro Adrien's wedding.

A/N: I changed the format a bit, hope you don't mind!

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As the wedding reception buzzed with laughter and the clinking of glasses, Nino took a moment to himself. He stepped outside, feeling the cool evening breeze against his skin, and took a deep breath. He looked up at the stars twinkling above, gathering his thoughts and emotions.

He then returned inside, his heart full of memories and affection for the couple. Nino approached the DJ and gave a subtle nod, signaling he was ready. The music faded, and the chatter quieted down as all eyes turned to him.

With a confident smile, Nino pulled out his notes from the inner pocket of his suit jacket, glanced over them one last time, and then tucked them away. He knew the words by heart, words that would convey the journey, the laughter, and the bond he shared with his best friend and his partner.

He cleared his throat, tapped the microphone to test it, and began "Ladies, gentlemen, and akumatized pigeons (you know who you are), welcome to the wedding of the century! The wedding of Adrien and Marinette!"

"Yes, the same Adrien who once thought a croissant was a suitable stain remover for coffee spills. And Marinette? Well, she's the girl who accidentally sewed her finger into a dress during Home Ed class. But hey, love conquers all—even sewing machines. Give it up for Adrien and Marinette, the couple who defied gravity, logic, and the space-time continuum to be here today. Seriously, their love story is like a telenovela on steroids.  Adrien, my man, you've come a long way from being a brooding model with a secret superhero gig. You've traded your smolder for a permanent heart-eyes emoji whenever Marinette walks into the room. And Marinette? She's the Picasso of awkwardness. Seriously, her blush could power the Eiffel Tower."

Alya: (whispering) Nino, don't forget to mention how they accidentally glued their hands together during art class.

Nino: Right, Alya! So, picture this: Adrien and Marinette, armed with glitter glue and googly eyes, attempting to create a masterpiece. But instead, they end up creating the world's first-ever human paperweight. They were stuck together for hours, folks. And Adrien, being the gentleman he is, whispered, "Marinette, I guess we're inseparable now."

Everyone flared up into laughter.

Marinette: (blushing) Uh, yeah, that was... memorable.

Nino: But wait, there's more! Let's talk about their first date. Adrien took Marinette to a fancy restaurant. You know, the kind where the forks have more prongs than a hedgehog's back. Marinette, bless her heart, tried to cut her steak with a butter knife. Adrien leaned over and whispered, "Marinette, you're supposed to eat it, not duel it."

Marinette hid her face behind her hands.

Adrien: (grinning) Hey, I was just trying to be helpful.

Nino: And then there's their pet names for each other. Adrien calls Marinette "Bugaboo." Yes, you heard me right. Bugaboo. Meanwhile, Marinette calls Adrien "Chaton," which means kitten. Because nothing says romance like comparing your partner to a hairball-hacking furball.

Marinette: (playfully) Well, at least he doesn't shed all over the couch.

Adrien gave a michevious smirk to Marinette along with a wiggle of eyebrows as everyone once again erupted into laughter.

Nino: But let's not forget the proposal. Adrien got down on one knee, and Marinette gasped. Not because of the ring, but because she tripped over her own shoelaces. Adrien, ever the smooth operator, said, "Marinette, will you be my forever klutz?"

Alya: (interrupting) And don't forget the time they accidentally photobombed Mayor Bourgeois's official portrait. They were hiding behind a potted plant, and Marinette's clumsiness kicked in. Adrien tried to cover it up by pretending to be a cactus. The mayor just stared at them and said, "Well, this explains the city's budget deficit."

Nino: (chuckles) Ah, yes! And let's not overlook their dance skills. Adrien and Marinette on the dance floor are like two uncoordinated flamingos. They twirl, they stumble, and occasionally, they accidentally summon a swarm of butterflies. But hey, it's all part of their charm.

Adrien: (grinning) Marinette, you're my lucky charm. Without you, life is like a pun without a punchline.

Marinette: Adrien, you're my Chat Noir, my partner in crime-fighting and fashion faux pas. Let's dance through life like two clumsy flamingos.

Everyone one erupted into laughter again as Rose and Mylene awed at Adrien and Marinette's antics

Nino: And now, let's raise our glasses to the newlyweds. To Adrien and Marinette—the couple who proves that love is not just about perfection; it's about finding someone who makes your quirks feel like home. May your marriage be as miraculous as Ladybug's yo-yo and as purrfect as Chat Noir's puns.

Everyone: (raising glasses) To Adrien and Marinette!

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A/N: How was it?

Do you guys like this writing style? Or do you prefer the previous one?