A/N: This is a Psyche/Eros-esque oneshot. It gets pretty heated at the end, but the nasty isn't written.

You shall be wed to a monster, Fu, the town oracle, had said. A master of destruction that both gods and mortals fear.

You shall be brought up to the cliffside of Miraculous tomorrow at dusk to await your future husband.

Her parents had cried, for their only daughter was very likely going to end up being killed by a vicious beast. They had only wanted for her to live a long and happy life, and to hear that it was going to be cut tragically short ruined them.

They, and Marinette, didn't understand this terrible fate. Tom and Sabine were sure their daughter was going to be able to wed a young, handsome man and spend the rest of her life happily baking and sewing while taking care of their children. It was logical that their daughter would end up this way, she was the most beautiful girl in the land.

Her beauty had many practically worshipping her at her feet. Such beauty could catch a husband, no?

Apparently not, as not one suitor has come to ask for her hand.

Marinette didn't understand her fate purely because she had no idea why it was. She always prayed to the gods, was always a faithful and loyal mortal to them. She never spoke against them, never considered herself above them. She never treated anyone that they were beneath her. She greeted everyone with pleasantries and smiles, not once did she belittle anyone.

It may be conceited of her to think so, but she thought of herself to be a genuinely good person. So why should she be punished with a destiny like this?

All she had ever wanted was to be happy. She wanted to bake, sew, and have a man who loved her as deeply as she loved him. She wanted a man who could look past her beauty and fall for the woman beneath.

However, to her disappointment and fear, not one man has come to court or offer her marriage. In fact, some of the men in her town had grown to hate her for some inexplicable reason.

Was there something wrong with her? She had asked Alya, her best friend, if there was but the girl laughed and told her she was being ridiculous.

They're just intimidated by you, she assured. The right guy will come along soon enough. You'll see.

Easy for her to say, Marinette thought bitterly. She was already happily married to Nino and had a baby on the way.

Of course when Alya heard the news of her best friend's future, she had cried and held her, trying to convince them both that it wasn't true, that she wouldn't have to be wed to a monster who would most likely kill her.

The ravenette repeatedly told her that she'd be fine, that nothing was going to happen. Neither believed it, but Marinette wanted to remain strong and not have people suffer because of her. She didn't want people getting sad on her account, she wanted them to just continue living their lives as if she hadn't existed.

Now, as she stood at the edge of the cliff, clothed in her black wedding/funeral attire, Marinette contemplated the idea of just throwing herself over and ending all this. She was sure the pain would only last a second, compared to whatever pain this beast of destruction would cause her.

But, for some strange reason, she felt suddenly fatigued. The feeling manifested itself over her entire body, so that in seconds she was lying on the green grass and sleeping as though she didn't have a care in the world.

...

"You owe me big time for this, Noir," Cupid spat, crossing his gloved hands over his chest. "What you made me do is completely the opposite of what I'm meant to do!"

The blond god chuckled and reclined on a nearby cloud, crossing his arms behind his head to complete the pose of relaxation.

"Yeah, it's like you're now Dark Cupid or something," he joked.

The red-suited god rolled his eyes. "Your suggestions for names are even worse than your puns."

Chat Noir brought a clawed hand to his chest in faux mortification. "My puns are pawsitively meowvelous! Mew are just jealous."

"You better hope that girl can tolerate them," Cupid remarked. He sighed and shook his head. "I had just the man for her, too. Quiet, polite, an artist; someone that would truly love her."

Chat narrowed his eyes, the green in the irises glimmering dangerously in warning. "Are you suggesting I don't?"

Cupid gulped, his face paled and he straightened as he looked over the bristling feline. Suddenly, he was all too aware of just who he was talking to. Chat Noir, despite his light and joking exterior, was still the only god with the ability to kill another of their kind; immortality was useless against him. With one swipe of his Cataclysm, anything or anyone would be reduced to ashes in seconds.

In short, Cupid had to tread lightly.

"Of course I'm not suggesting that," he scoffed, trying to brush off the obvious tension in the air. "It's just that I already had her perfect match in mind-"

"Key word: had," the blond corrected darkly. He sat up and glared at the other god. "I'm her perfect match. Just keep driving away her suitors, and our deal will still stand."

Cupid nodded solemnly. Chat cracked a half-grin, for the sake of being polite, and gave him a two-fingered salute before bounding off to places unknown to the love god.

In spite of having the power of love and hate at his fingertips, he couldn't get AntiBug, the goddess of beauty, to fall for him. He thought about pricking her with one of his arrows, but he considered that option to be cheating.

So when Chat Noir had come up to him one day, proposing that he will try to convince AntiBug to give him a chance in exchange for driving away Marinette Dupain-Cheng's suitors, he was all too eager to accept.

Now, he was beginning to slightly regret his decision. Relationships between gods and mortals were chaotic, no one could guess the outcome to one. More often than not it would end with the god abandoning the woman when she became pregnant, for her extra weight wouldn't attract him anymore and he'd leave and search for a thinner companion.

Other times, the woman would end up dead or turned into something horrific by the god's jealous wife.

However, this possible pairing, was going to be an oddity. Chat Noir wasn't married. In fact, as far as Cupid knew, the feline god had never taken on a lover. He wondered what was so special about this mortal girl to draw him in. Because he honestly thought the blond was asexual all this time. Sure, Marinette was said to be the most beautiful creature in all the land, but he thought Chat would be the type to be attracted to more than looks.

Still, whether he was just drawn to her looks or not, it was obvious he was positively smitten. The way he lounged about in their kingdom in the skies, with a dopey grin on his face, how he barely paid attention to his surroundings. Why, there was even a rumor that he began to write poetry. Chat had always scorned poetry, claiming it to be too 'cheesy' even for him, but now he was partaking in it?

Pure madness.

Cupid sighed. The God of Destruction and a fragile mortal in a romance...

He could only hope this wouldn't end in a disaster.

All of a sudden he felt his heart start buzzing, indicating the spark of love was soon to ignite. He peered out from his perch on the cloud, and spied a tall man with brown hair and eyes making his way to Marinette's house.

He instinctively pulled out one of the arrows from his holster on his back, the one tipped with the black, hateful rose, and positioned it on the bow. Pulling back the arrow and string, he fired, his shot making a perfect bull's-eye on the man's back.

...

Marinette woke to the most unusual sight in all her 19 years of life.

For there, across the meadow she was previously dozing in, was the largest, most magnificent house that she had ever seen. Pure white, with marble pillars holding the massive roof up, with many, many windows.

It seemed even the heavens were paying respect to the living quarters, as the sun's rays highlighted the mansion. It was as though the house was beckoning to her to step inside.

She looked around. Other than the mansion, there was only forest. No other sign of any possible civilization, and there were no other sounds beside the birds chirping in the trees.

The maiden stood on wobbly legs, trying to remember how she got to this place. She was supposed to be left on the cliff of Miraculous to be offered to whatever beast she was fated to, but then she fell asleep and...

She could recall nothing else.

Well, sitting here wasn't going to solve anything. Besides, maybe the people living in the mansion could kindly tell her how to get back home. If the monster hadn't come to claim her yet, maybe it wasn't going to at all. Maybe it was possible that Fu was wrong in his prediction.

She strode forward with new determination, ready to be on her best behavior when speaking with the occupants of the house and find her way home.

Only, when she knocked on the door, no one answered. The door opened by itself, letting Marinette see the wondrous beauty of the interior, but also the lack of people inside.

"Hello?" She called, hearing her voice echo in the hallways. "Is anybody here? I'm kind of lost, I was hoping someone could direct me to Paris?"

No answer.

Until...

"Hello, there!" A high-pitched voice squeaked. Marinette blinked as a sudden red blur darted close to her face. When her blue eyes focused, she was able to make out a tiny creature with antanae and black spots.

"AH!" She shrieked, stumbling back which caused her to fall to the ground. "B-Bug! Mouse! Bug-Mouse!"

"Oh no!" The 'Bug-Mouse' cried out in panic. "Are you hurt?"

"Keep away!" Marinette ordered, ignoring the creature's concern. Her eyes darted around for something to throw, unfortunately there was nothing available within her reach.

"Marinette, please, calm down," it pleaded. "I'm not going to hurt you, I promise! I only want to help make you happy here."

The ravenette stared back in caution at this new bit of information. She was supposed to live here? Also, how did it know her name?

"My name is Tikki. I am a kwami, and the Master has requested that I help make your living here as pleasant as possible. By hurting you, that would break my promise, and the Master would definitely not be pleased."

Marinette raised a curious eyebrow at that. "The Master?" she repeated. "Who's the Master?"

Tikki shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that. I, and my partner, are sworn to absolute secrecy regarding the Master's identity."

Huh? A partner? But she didn't see any-

"Has she stopped freaking out yet? Her screaming has disturbed my feeding time," a lazy-sounding voice spoke. When Marinette next blinked she found a cat-like black kwami next to Tikki.

Tikki rolled her eyes. "But Plagg, every hour of the day you eat."

Plagg's mouth curved up into a toothy grin. "I know."

Tikki shook her head and redirected her attention to the confused blackette. "Marinette, this is Plagg. He's here to assist you as well. Although, I have to warn you, he is pretty lazy-"

"Which I admit with pride," Plagg cut in, shooting Marinette a wink.

"-and loves to eat cheese, specifically camembert. So don't be surprised if you step into the kitchen and find the place drenched with the stench of it."

"Stench?! Camembert is the most delicious thing in the world, and smells amazing! Much better than cookies," he spat, crossing his little paws over his chest.

"Camembert doesn't even compare to cookies!" Tikki argued.

Marinette watched the two kwamis go back and forth in their exchange, as though she wasn't even there. Should she take this time to leave or ask-

"And now we've been completely ignoring Marinette!" Tikki exclaimed, turning her bright blue eyes to the bewildered girl. "I'm so sorry, Marinette. Is there anything we can do for you? Are you hungry, thirsty?"

She slowly shook her head. "Um, thank you, but no. And, you said I'm supposed to live here...?"

"Oh, yes!" Tikki answered happily, clapping her arms together. Plagg simply let out a huff, wanting to get past all this. In all honesty, he just wanted to stop this silly charade altogether. But Chat Noir was his most loyal friend, and this was the least he could do for him.

"The Master has made this place just for you," Tikki informed.

Marinette blinked and tilted her head. "For me?"

"Yes! All of this," she paused to gesture around the mansion, "belongs to you."

"But why would the Master give me this?"

"Because you're going to be his wife, kid. Now can I please go back to my cheese, I'm starving!" Plagg moaned, throwing his head back.

The young seamstress froze. His wife? Then he must be the monster...

Oh no. No, no, no, no, no. She didn't escape him, this whole time he was in his clutches.

Tikki saw the girl trembling and gasped in fear, floating closer to her.

"Marinette? Is everything alright? Are you ill?"

"H-He will be m-my husband?" The mortal asked, fright lacing each of her words. Tikki frowned and resorted to nuzzling the poor girl's cheek.

"Yes, he will be. But what is the problem? Oh, Marinette, there's nothing to be afraid of."

"Yeah, just his-" Plagg started to snicker, until he caught Tikki's death glare aimed at him. The black kwami visibly swallowed and halted his previous thought.

Marinette tried to remain strong, to not allow herself to be afraid of the monster and to accept her death with her head held high. But now, with the monster nearly upon her, it was enough to snap her delicate string of strength and break.

"It's okay, Marinette," Tikki cooed. "You're going to be okay."

No, she wasn't going to be okay. Granted, she managed to eventually calm down, but she knew she was going to die that night.

She was silent throughout the dinner that Tikki and Plagg had miraculously made for her, was quiet during the bath that Tikki drew for her. The red kwami kept trying to reassure her of her safety, but it was no use. The girl simply wouldn't listen.

When Marinette was drying off, Tikki suddenly gasped.

"He's coming!"

The blackette's stomach dropped. He was coming? Now?

She frowned, suddenly not feeling so well.

"We must get you dried and dressed!"

Somehow, Marinette's hair was dried in seconds after the sound of Tikki clapping. The loose locks hung past her bare shoulders, her hair shining in a way it never had before. The kwami hurriedly ushered her into the spacious bedroom, where she rifled through a drawer and pulled out a very intimate-looking nightgown.

Marinette couldn't help but blush at the sight of it, the intentions behind a garment like that not escaping her mind.

Tikki flew over and tugged the silk pink nightgown over her body. As soon as the girl was clothed, she prodded her over to the large bed. Marinette looked down at it, already feeling bile rise in her throat.

"Get into bed, he won't be long now," Tikki gently commanded. Marinette had no choice but to follow the soft order. She eased herself in and pulled the covers over herself, her body slightly sinking into the plush mattress.

"Good night!" Tikki bid before flying out of the room, leaving Marinette alone in the dim candlelight of the room.

"W-Wait! I'm not-I can't-Tikki!"

But her cry fell onto deaf ears.

Marinette shakily burrowed deeper into the bed, pulling the covers up to her chin as her eyes surveyed the room, looking for any hint of the monster. Her fears doubled as the seconds ticked by.

Suddenly, the room was thrown into darkness. Taken aback, she blinked, thinking that maybe her sight would return to her, but to no avail. She couldn't see the candle flame, the moon, the stars...it was all a pitch black void.

Her breath caught when she heard a soft thump, followed by more sounds. Sounds like feet padding on a carpeted floor.

She bit her lower lip and quietly covered herself completely with the blanket. Maybe it was a dull-witted monster and wouldn't notice her. She squeezed her eyes shut and willed herself to not make any noise, careful to keep her breathing even.

The maiden stilled when she felt the other side of the bed dip in weight.

Do not make a sound, she mentally ordered herself. Your life depends on it.

However, the top of the blanket that was covering her head slowly started slipping down. Marinette trembled, yet did not allow herself to cry. This may be her last few precious moments of life, but she wouldn't give into the monster's lust for fear and scream.

"I see you," a masculine voice spoke, sounding like it was teasing her.

So the beast was capable of speech? But she still wasn't going to answer it, no matter how friendly or attractive the voice sounded.

It pulled the blanket down to where her shoulders were revealed.

"Aren't you going to answer?" It questioned, still in that light, teasing voice. "It's very rude to ignore someone who is directly talking to you, you know."

She still refused to speak.

The sound of a tongue clicking filled the air. "What must I do for you to pay me any attention?" It mused thoughtfully. "Hm, I think I know."

Marinette stiffened when she felt a pair of warm lips on her shoulder, lips that felt distinctly human. He detached his mouth from her skin when she turned to face him in bewilderment, only to find she couldn't see the-monster's? Human's?-face.

In fact, she still couldn't see anything.

"Well, at least you're facing me now," he chuckled.

She remained silent, admittedly in awe that she wasn't dead yet. Although, he could just be playing with his food.

"Please talk to me," the voice pleaded, now sounding sad, a stark difference to the cheery tone she had heard before. "Please? You have no need to be afraid of me, I'm not going to hurt you."

"I can't see you," she blurted out, the first thing on her mind.

He chuckled. "That's because I made it be so. I can't allow you to see my face, not yet, at least."

A new spike of fear pierced into her stomach. How horrific was this monster in terms of looks?

"Wh-why?" She asked, her voice trembling.

"I can't tell you that," he softly replied. Once again, she stilled when she felt a cool material trailing along her cheek. Material that covered a finger? "But I promise you that one day you'll know everything."

"So you're not going to kill me?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. A monster that wouldn't kill? Strange.

"Gods, no!" He denied. This time, she felt what felt like two hands encompass her cheeks. "I would never harm you, Marinette."

"How do you know my name?" She demanded. Come to think of it, how did Tikki and Plagg know her name as well?

"I know a lot of things about you, Princess," he replied in a tone she couldn't place a direct emotion on. "I know how sweet you are." She feels his lips below her shoulder as he places a kiss on the skin.

"I know how smart you are." Another kiss, moving slightly higher.

"I know how talented you are." Another one.

"I know how selfless you are." Another.

Marinette bit her lip, contemplating on how to feel about this mysterious...being's attention.

"I know how innocent you are."

She blushed hotly at that in pure embarrassment. She wasn't that innocent! She knew plenty! Well...she knew the basic thing of what happened...that she may or may not have found out only after Alya had married and told her what had roughly transpired between her and Nino in hushed whispers.

"I know how caring you are." One more kiss.

"I know how beautiful you are." His kisses had gradually moved closer, off her shoulder, and this time he placed a kiss directly on her collarbone. Marinette felt a foreign tingling in her stomach, something that she didn't really know what it meant.

She had to note, however, how unfair it was that he knew so much about her and she so little about him. When had he learned all of this about her, anyway? Who was he? Did she know of him before all of this mess?

"Who are you?" She breathed.

"I am your husband," he answered, planting another kiss to her collarbone.

Husband? The kwamis have said it before, but it still felt weird to hear him confirm it. There was no ceremony, no rings exchanged-

"Do you like it here?" He questioned, leaning away from her. "Have Tikki and Plagg been helpful to you?"

Marinette nodded despite not having her earlier question completely answered. "Yes, and they have been wonderful to me." It was true. She did like the house, and the kwamis were both friendly and helpful, even if Plagg seemed a bit colder than Tikki.

"I'm glad," he replied. "I had this place made especially for you. I'm happy you like it."

"Who are you?" She asked again, intent on getting an answer.

"I told you, I am your husband," he answered. He picked up her hand and brought it up to his lips. "I am sworn to honor and cherish you for eternity."

"But what am I supposed to call you?" She couldn't keep referring to him as 'he' or 'monster'.

He paused, her hand still hovering below his mouth.

After a few tense seconds, he answered her.

"Adrien."

Adrien? She hadn't known an Adrien around Paris. Perhaps he was a passing customer in the bakery?

"Have we met before?" She inquired, trying to place him.

He chuckled again. "No," he answered, pressing a kiss to her neck. It caused a strange heating sensation to spike in her stomach. "Not until now."

"Then how do you know me?"

He didn't answer, instead drawing closer to her and connecting his mouth to hers. Again that feeling of heat pooled in her stomach and other lower areas. She found herself wanting more of this.

She blindly raised her hands to his head, her fingers finding soft, thick hair. She threaded her fingers through the silken locks, liking how his hair felt between them.

It seemed he liked it too, for a groan rumbled out of his throat and his kiss turned into something harder, and more demanding.

She kept up with his persistent lips as much as she could, her hands travelling further up along his head-

-when she felt two, unusual appendages.

Her mouth halted in her kissing as her fears returned in full volume.

He wasn't human. He wasn't human. He's a monster, a monster of destruction.

Her eyes shut, but even that wasn't enough to prevent the tears from leaking out.

Adrien felt her shaking and stopped his affections. When he observed her, he was horrified to find that she was crying.

"Princess?" He asked worriedly. "What is it?"

He had seen plenty of gods and mortals alike completing the act of kissing, it surely didn't look so hard. He had thought he could do it and successfully get Marinette pleasured like the women he had witnessed. Perhaps the act was harder than it looked.

"Y-You're a monster," she whimpered. "A monster of destruction..."

He frowned. He knew he should've gotten Jackady to tell Fu to say something else.

"Marinette," he crooned, taking her hand again. "I am not a monster." He brought her hand along his face, letting her feel his chin, lips, cheeks, nose, and forehead. He took her other hand and guided it along his right shoulder and chest.

"I am a man. You have no reason to fear me, Marinette. I promise you that I'll never hurt you, you have to believe and trust in me."

"How can I?" She snapped, her tears on her cheeks drying as she now grew angry. "How can I trust a man who won't let me see his face?"

"I swear to you that I have good reason," he vowed. "This is only for a short period of time. You will see my face one day, I swear."

He couldn't let her see him now, and recognize him as the most powerful god who ever lived. She'd be in awe and her love for him wouldn't be real. He couldn't let her see his looks, he was well-aware he was particularly handsome and regularly had throes of women at his feet, begging for his attention. If she saw him before she properly loved him, she'd only love him for his looks.

He already entrusted her with the name only few gods knew of. Now it was her turn to trust him.

"I-I-"

He saw her faltering indecision and hovered over her, bending his head close to her face.

"Forget reason and just feel," he murmured before bringing his lips to the hollow of her neck. He gradually made his way over to the side, feeling Marinette slowly relax as he did so. His hand traveled along her smooth leg as he kissed along her neck, finally biting into the spot where neck met with shoulder.

A surge of satisfaction filled him when he heard her pleasured gasp. He couldn't help but smirk as he sucked the soft flesh, intent on leaving his mark on her for when the sun would rise and he would have to leave, giving her a reminder of what would await for her at night.

When he thought it was long enough, he pulled back and observed the mark he made with a pleased grin. She may not have been able to see in the darkness, but he was more than capable of doing so.

Marinette didn't know what Adrien had done, but the action had left her gasping and and more of the strange heat pooling between her legs. Without her sight, it felt like her other senses had been heightened. Every touch was ten times as hot, every whisper ten times as tender, and-

Her thoughts were cut off when he reattached their lips. This time she was unafraid when she tangled her fingers in his hair and happened to brush one of the appendages. By the way he acted, she didn't think he would really hurt her. It seemed like he only wanted to please her.

Besides, excluding the ears, he felt every bit a man. Maybe he just had an anomaly with his body. It wasn't unheard of.

Her eyebrows drew down when she felt his tongue prodding at her lower lip. It appeared he wanted her to open her mouth...

She unsurely did, quickly knowing she made the right decision. She couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan and sigh as his tongue danced with her own. He returned the noise just as pleased as hers had sounded.

She felt her nightgown being slowly hiked up.

Wait.

He said they were husband and wife, and with the way they were now, this could only mean-

Marinette turned her head away, breaking off the heated kiss. "I-I don't-I'm not-" She nervously stammered, trying to find his eyes in the darkness. She didn't know if she could do this, she wasn't ready yet.

She felt the nightgown being dropped from his fingers.

"Shh," he crooned gently, kissing her tenderly on the lips. "Don't be nervous. We don't have to if you don't want to."

"W-We don't?" She repeated questioningly. She had never heard of a man who had let his wife deny him.

"No, we don't. I don't want you to be afraid of me, or resent me. I want your trust and love. How can I achieve that if I take you against your will?"

She didn't answer, for she didn't have one to give.

"I'll even leave if you want me to," he suggested, though she detected hints of sorrow in his tone. "If you don't want me here, I'll go."

Marinette hesitated. She rather liked Adrien, even though she has only known him for a short time. He was able to awaken feelings in her she had only ever heard discussed in hushed voices. Alya had told her that the act he wanted to do may hurt a little at first, but in the end, it would be a pleasure she would never be able to describe. It was the most wonderful thing of being married, Alya had said.

It may have been a wife's duty to obey her husband, but Marinette honestly felt this wouldn't be a duty to fulfill. It would be a sensual indulgence that they would both benefit from.

"Stay," she finally decided. "And...I want you to, uh, keep going." She internally cringed at her wording.

Adrien took her hand to press a kiss on the back of it like how he had done earlier. She felt his smile as he did so.

"I'll do my best," he promised before releasing her hand and kissing her fully on the lips. Marinette felt her insides warm at his declaration. She liked that he wasn't so conceited and sure as to promise her an experience she'd never forget, rather liking his humbleness.

And when he lifted up her nightgown, leaving her bare to him, she had a feeling this was going to be an experience she'd never forget.