tomorrow is perfect, princess
summary: A tired sigh escapes his lips as he pushes open the door to the dressing room that is labeled as his own. “Nino, do you know if there’s any food anywh–”
Instead of falling onto the couch, he squeaks, and he’s not tired anymore. The one part that he actually forgot about the evening and it was standing right in front of him.
Ladybug stands in his dressing room, her back turned towards the door, but neither of them say anything as time stops at a standstill.
word count: 2.8k (my longest one for you all <3)
author’s note: here we are: the end! i’m so thankful for all of the amazing comments and kudos and likes and reblogs and ahh. you guys are truly great for sticking with me all month. if there’s ever any requests/prompts/etc you want me to write for the series, shoot me a comment or an ask on tumblr :)
so about this specific final drabble: there were 95 TOTAL VOTES, (never expected that many omg thank you guys) with 76% voting “yes” to a reveal! it does turn into adrienette at the end, but i mean…whats a reveal without adrienette right. AND it’s definitely not fleshed out and whatever, but when i really write a reveal for the multichap (yes, i’ll be doing one in the future, that’s accurate and researched and beta-ed!!) THAT will be a better version of a reveal. (if there’s one, i’m still deciding. i’ll keep you on your toes.)
ANYWAY! i hope you enjoy the final installment of “can i put on my clothes first?” it’s been a wild, amazing, up-until-3am ride. love you all <3
“It’s gorgeous!” Alya shrieks as Marinette twirls around for her friend. The black skirt of her dress falls just before her knees in a poof and the red ribbon tied around her waist compliments the red-and-black polka dots on the top. “Perfect to go watch a fashion show.”
Marinette smiles sheepishly, accepting her best friend’s praises.
“You’re going to kill Adrien on the spot,” Alya says, grinning. The comment throws her off a little bit, because she can’t help but remember she’s going to tell Adrien that she’s Ladybug. Marinette still can’t help the anxiety that threatens to swallow her. “I-I know that I decided I was ready for this but–”
“–what if this is a bad idea?” Adrien sighs, flopping down face first on his bed. His next words are muffled, but Nino can make out most of them. “What if Ladybug doesn’t want me to know who she is, or what if I trip and fall on the runway or she hates that I’m also Chat Noir?”
“You worry too much,” Nino answers, patting his friend on the back. He and Plagg share a mutual eye-roll over Adrien, as if to say he’s crazy.
“–going to work?!” Marinette pouts as she sits on her chaise lounge. “There’s no possible way I can do this without the mask.”