Three years later, Paris was again alive with whisperings and scandal when, on a blissful summer day, Adrien Agreste married Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Nobody could believe that history had seemingly repeated itself, that the sole heir to the Agreste fortune and name had stooped so low as to marry the daughter of a common baker yet it was occurring before their very eyes as after a long courtship, the pair finally exchanged rings and their vows.

The wedding was a simple affair, nothing like what most of society had expected of them. Instead of taking place in a grand ballroom or cathedral, it was held at the Dupain-Cheng's local chapel with less than a hundred witnesses to the ceremony. Most of the audience was Marinette's family and friends who were only just holding their tears in (Marinette's parents had lost that battle before their daughter had even walked in and sat on the front row with the happiest of tears pouring down their cheeks, determinedly not making any noise to spoil the moment) whilst the amount of guests from Adrien's side numbered less than ten. Natalie was also sat in the front row, her icy demeanour cracked for one day to allow her a few quiet sobs at the sight of her charge getting married but Gabriel and Adaline were nowhere to be seen. After the incident on the Seine, Gabriel Agreste had been declared mad after he attempted to attack the officers who rescued him, all whilst raving about cats and ladybugs and dancers. Adrien had been able to save him from prison but now he was living in an asylum in the hopes that he could be made better. Adrien had done his best to keep the story under wraps and on the whole he had been successful with only a few murmurs indicating anything had happened to Gabriel Agreste. He paid for the best doctors in Paris and visited him every month but progress had been slow and the doctors wondered if he would ever be himself again. Adrien had also been looking for his mother, trying to find any clues of her whereabouts by hiring a private investigator but nothing had come up. He hadn't lost hope though-he had waited so long for it, he knew he could wait a little longer. And this day wasn't about his father regaining his sanity or his mother coming home. It was about him and Marinette.

He had almost broken down when he had seen her walking up the aisle towards him; she had been the most beautiful vision he had ever seen. Even the society beauties fuming with the most jealousy couldn't deny that she looked stunning. Her dress was unsurprisingly one of her own creations, a ball gown of white satin with long lace sleeves, pearls stitched onto the delicate embroidery and a matching lace veil that stretched out behind her like the tail of a peacock. It was beautiful and it was perfect though nobody would have expected anything less from the head designer of the Agreste fashion house.

Marinette had been his rock during those first few difficult months, the only thing keeping him sane when everything had fallen on his shoulders all at once and it had nearly overwhelmed him. At nights he had continued to visit her, bringing paperwork that they could go over and hearing her advice on certain decisions. They had waited until those first few months were over, when everything had been settled and everything was in Adrien's name before they began publically courting. The story of how they had first met, how Adrien had walked into the bakery and brought some cookies from her and then later turned up with some roses for her, had almost driven the city into a frenzy with many shocked and appalled that it was being allowed to happen. After all, even if her parents were well off she was still common. Neither of them cared though. Adrien had hated the endless society functions he had been forced to attend and he was glad to strike them off his calendar along with all his modelling photoshoots. As he said, the head of the company couldn't be seen modelling the designs. Besides he didn't need their approval. He had his princess and she was all he needed.

All of these thoughts went swirling through his mind as Marinette walked closer to him, her eyes never leaving his as she too tried not to cry. This moment was more than she had ever asked for and she was determined not to spoil it with tears. She gave her father a kiss on the cheek as he gave her hand to Adrien and then passed her bouquet, made entirely of the largest, most fragrant red roses they had picked the day before, to her mother before she stood in front of the man she loved as they made their vows.

As the priest spoke, she stared lovingly into his green eyes, fondly remembering how the first time she had seen them, they had been framed by a black leather mask. Neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir had been heard of since that day by the river. Their masks had been found side by side on the riverbank, their ties curled together like they were holding hands. They had been sorry to leave them behind but their alter egos were no longer needed. The papers had had a field day with their disappearance, spinning out the story for weeks but it had soon died down and now Ladybug and Chat Noir were almost legends, like characters in a fairy tale. Even now the citizens of Paris liked to speculate what had happened to them. Nobody suspected them to be the shy couple who worked quietly backstage as their business boomed and fame grew.

The priest smiled at them both warmly as he allowed Adrien to kiss his bride. He swept away her veil and their kiss was sweet and loving. It reminded her of their first kiss under the night sky in a bed of roses and she smiled softly as their mouths moved away so they could hold each other. Their highly unconventional courtship had now ended with traditional marriage and now a new adventure of theirs would begin. As they walked back down the aisle, she saw the way he was looking at her and she felt her cheeks go pink. Even after all this time, he still had the power to make her flustered with just a look. She turned and saw him sneakily wink at her in a way that was so Chat Noir, she had to giggle. Oh yes, their courtship had been unconventional-how many other women met their husbands when they crept into their rooms to leave them things-but she wouldn't have had it any other way.

The wedding party burst into the sunlight outside with great cheers as the beaming couple descended the small steps to the church. They were showered with rose petals as they stood at the bottom, laughing as they were piled with so many they felt like they were in the middle of a red snowstorm.

"How many roses did he give you?" She laughed as they were pelted with more. He only just heard her over the cheering and clapping and he held her closer so she could hear his answer.

"I don't know, I must have bought the whole field!" He said and they both burst out laughing again. When they were both able to speak again, he stroked his fingers across her chin and whispered "All the roses in the world wouldn't be able to compare to you though."

"Oh Adrien." She giggled as she kissed him softly, making the crowd around them cheer even louder. As they broke apart, they stared into each other's eyes, deep green meeting bright blue, and for a lingering moment the flurry of red petals melted away as they made their own private vows to each other.

"I love you Bugaboo."

"I love you too silly kitty."

And…cut!

I had a great time writing this story and I hope you all enjoyed it just as much as I did. Thank you to you all for your amazing comments, they really made writing this a pleasure. I'll see you in another story but for now I'm out. CursedRedRose