Originally just a one shot but it got a little long so I've broken it down into 3. Post reveal, Adrienette fluff. Enjoy.

I do not own the image or Miraculous Ladybug

"Eugh, this is so hard! I don't know how he does it."

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was sat on the floor of her bedroom with her best friend, Alya Cesaire. Between them was a large sheet of white paper covered in scribbles and thick red lines. The two had been sat there for some time and both were starting to experience the twin irritations of frustration at being unable to come up with a good idea coupled with the pins and needles in their legs.

The bluenette flopped onto her back, her legs still crossed in front of her, and allowed her eyes to rove over her extensive albeit greatly diminished, range of photos and posters of one Adrien Agreste. Over the years she had moved past her obsessive fan-girling and gotten to know the real boy behind the camera lens. While her adoration had only grown, the infatuation had developed into real love. Discovering he was a pun-loving, flirtatious, dork, while taking her aback at first, had only made him more attractive in her eyes, if that was even possible. Finding out he wasn't perfect meant that she no longer held him on a pedestal. It made him more real, and far more attainable.

Six months ago, the pair had become a couple, following a fairly harrowing identity reveal as Paris' superhero duo, Ladybug and Chat Noir. It had taken weeks for the two of them to regain their equilibrium and stop questioning what they thought they knew. But that is a story for another time.

The intervening months had seen the hero's relationship only grow stronger, and in their civilian lives things couldn't be better. Marinette sighed dreamily as she thought back over their time together. They both had begun to merge the personalities of their civilian and hero identities, finally comfortable in showing their true selves. Marinette was more confident, sassy and a little flirtatious in her day to day life and less afraid to show her vulnerabilities as Ladybug. And while Chat Noir had toned down the flirting, Adrien had definitely ramped it up, often leaving Marinette a greater blushing, stuttering mess than ever before. Some things never change. He openly punned, causing more groans than laughter amongst his friendship group. Secretly, they were happy that the uptight model was finally letting loose and seemed genuinely happy. He was also incredibly romantic, writing her poems, picking her flowers, buying her gifts and finding new and creative ways to compliment her and show how much he loved her.

Hence her current conundrum.

They had been together for six months, and she wanted to do something romantic for him. But what? He made romance seem effortless and she couldn't come up with one half decent idea. What kind of girlfriend am I? she derided herself. She groaned in frustration and rubbed her hands across her face before sitting back upright. Her best friend was still sat there, phone in hand as always. Alya smiled broadly at her frustrated friend and pointed a finger in her face.

"Girl, you need a break, and I need some of your parents delicious pastries. Let's get some snacks and go for a walk in the park," the auburn beauty gestured out of the window. "It's a beautiful day, the sun is shining," she got to her feet and grabbed Marinette's hand. Pulling her up as well, Alya's face set into a mask of happy determination. "Come on, this will be good for you," she stated, dragging the reluctant bluenette out of the room behind her. Marinette took one last fleeting look at the multitude of pictures adorning her pink wall and succumbed to her friend's insistent pulling, allowing herself to be towed from the room.

Adrien Agreste, college student, part time model, part time superhero and all round nice guy was currently in a foul mood. Despite his cold relationship with his father and his mother gone, he generally had a fairly sunny disposition. He liked to see the best that life had to offer, but despite the shining sun, he would rather be anywhere else. He had been up early that morning for piano lessons and now he was in the park. But instead of relaxing under a tree or having fun with friends he was working.

He watched the shift of light move over the dappled grass as wisps of cloud drifted across the sky and felt the slight summer breeze lightly ruffle his hair, but none of it was enough to lift his mood as an irate photographer barked orders at him. Adrien had been happy, seductive, playful, brooding (that one hadn't required any effort on his part), but nothing seemed to be working for the photographer.

The blonde model was currently completely ignoring the photographer and staring blankly into the distance. His mind was running through the multitude of activities he would rather be doing. The list included video games with his best friend Nino, cuddling with Marinette and patrolling with Ladybug. Hell, even shoe shopping with Chloe would be preferable right now. Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a pair of pink jeans and blue pigtails and suddenly his stare wasn't quite so blank.

Adrien could feel a warm glow start in the pit of his stomach as the girl who occupied most of his thoughts came into view. She looked so beautiful with her sparkling blue eyes and her mouth wide in a grin as she laughed with the ombre haired girl next to her. It didn't seem like she'd noticed him yet but the fluttering wings of anticipation were filling his entire being. He felt the smile break out across his own face as Marinette turned in his direction and a soft blush touched her cheeks.

"Perfect! Perfect! Hold that pose!" Adrien started slightly at the photographers sudden excited outburst. He'd almost forgotten that he was being photographed. "This is it, perfect. That passion, that love, just like that Adrien. Yes, yes!" The photographer continued clicking away but the model had once again stopped paying attention. He was staring straight into Marinette's eyes and her shy smile was directed at him as she came closer. Alya had mysteriously disappeared, but he didn't care. All he cared about was seeing his girlfriend.

"Okay, Adrien, we're all done. That was fantastic!" The photographer finally noticed where Adrien's attention was directed and a smirk passed his lips. "Perhaps at the next photo shoot you should bring your little girlfriend along, non?" And his smile grew broader as the boys face flushed a deep red.

"Go on then, we're finished for the day, you can leave." Adrien needed no further prompting before he was taking quick steps towards the pigtailed girl, trying not to look overly eager by breaking into a full out run and only just barely succeeding.

He came to stop just as she threw herself into his arms and he staggered back a step, absorbing her momentum. He spun her round once before lowering her gently to the ground and rested his forehead against hers.

"Hi," he smiled breathlessly down at her.

"Hi," she replied, her eyes sparkling with happiness, her earlier stress forgotten while in his soothing presence. Gently, Adrien reached his hand up to her face and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, stroking his thumb across her cheek. Marinette leaned into his touch and closed her eyes blissfully. He pulled her closer, his hand tightening around her waist and lowered his head back down, lightly brushing his lips across hers.

Marinette sighed happily and returned his kiss. Her hands slid up from his shoulders to thread through his hair and she made a soft noise in the back of her throat, revelling in the feel of his silken locks. She slanted her head to deepen the kiss and was rewarded with a purring moan from the handsome blonde. Adrien ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she parted them willingly, inviting his tongue into the warmth of her mouth.

Realising the public nature of their current situation, the pair reluctantly separated and smiled sheepishly at each other before Adrien reached for the bluenette's hand. They entwined their fingers and began to stroll aimlessly through the park, enjoying the sunshine and each other's company.

"So," the aspiring designer began, "how has your day been so far?" she glanced up to look at him.

"Boring, exhausting," he lifted the hand he was holding to brush a kiss across her knuckles, "so much better now that you're here."

"Hmm... How about a picnic then?" Marinette queried, redirecting them to head back towards her parents bakery. "Croissants, quiche, cupcakes, how does that sound?"

"Heaven," the boy replied, emerald eyes flashing mischievously, tugging her closer for a swift kiss. She pushed his face away and he laughed happily. They walked through the doors, the bell tinkling merrily, signalling their arrival.

Sabine Cheng looked up at their entrance and a beam lit up her face. She had been incredibly happy on learning about their relationship, and Adrien had only proven himself more and more worthy of her daughters affection over the past six months. She knew her husband, Tom, felt the same way.

"Well, hello you two. What brings you inside on this beautiful day?"

"Hello, Sabine," Adrien greeted. It was still a little odd for him but Marinette's parents had insisted on being on first name terms. "We thought we'd take advantage of my photo shoot finishing early, so we're going to have a picnic in the park," the blonde smiled sweetly down at the petite woman.

"Yes, Maman, we just wanted to come by and pick up a couple of things then we're heading back over."

The Chinese woman nodded her head in understanding and quickly began filling a box and two bags with treats, handing them to the teenagers with a smile and ushered them back out the door.

"Have fun you two," her smile turned sly, "but not too much!" and the pair heard her laughter following them out of the shop as they both blushed furiously.

Their afternoon in the park was fun, filled with feeding each other and flirting and now the couple were exhausted. Marinette was sat with her back against a tree, Adrien asleep with his head on her lap as she gently brushed her fingers through his hair. She smiled down at the sleeping boy, his mouth slightly open, his whole face relaxed. He looked so stress free, younger. She loved watching him like this. This is how he should always be. The rumbling purr that she could feel more than hear was relaxing and she soon started to drift off as well.

An hour later, Adrien woke to find his head pillowed on his girlfriends stomach as she lay stretched out beneath the tree. He crawled his way up so he was stretched out next to her and stroked a hand down the side of her face, enjoying her nuzzling into his palm and revelling in the breathy sighs of contentment she was making. It was getting late though, and they both needed to go home.

"Marinette," Adrien sing-songed, "Princess, time to wake up," he gently shook her shoulder. The sleeping girl stirred, groaning.

"Not yet... sleeping," she mumbled. Adrien chuckled and shook her shoulder a little harder.

"I don't think so. Come on, wakey wakey," he encouraged and finally she groaned, annoyed at being woken from a pleasant dream. But as she opened her eyes, she realised that the subject of said dream was nose to nose with her, and just like that her complaints evaporated. Adrien kissed her forehead, then pulled them both up to a seated position. "Time to go home, Mari."

She nodded in agreement and the two rose to their feet, stretching out the kinks. Once again they entwined hands and headed back to Marinette's home. At the door, Adrien pulled his girlfriend in for a lingering kiss, sweet and slow, both pulling back before it became more heated.

"See you tomorrow then, Princess," Adrien smiled wistfully down at the shorter girl. She smiled widely back up at him and pressed a quick peck to his lips before pulling him into a hug, inhaling his scent. Adrien buried his nose in her hair before planting one last kiss there, then breaking away to head back to his own home.

The next morning, Marinette was no closer to making a decision about her anniversary gift, and she was running out of time. She had some of Adrien's favourite treats from the bakery packaged up ready for him but she needed a gift that was more thoughtful, that proved he meant the world to her. She wanted to be romantic. It was down to the last few hours and she had to come up with something. Fast.

I hope you enjoyed this so far. Please review and I'll be posting the next instalment tomorrow. Thank you for reading