Hello everyone! This is the last chapter! I hope you enjoy!

Even though I won't be continuing this particular storyline anymore, I might start a series that contains similar fics like this, where Adrien and Marinette have to get married for some crazy reason.

Anyway, I hope you all have a lovely day, and thank you so so much for reading, commenting, and leaving kudos!

Chapter Title: In Which the Author Needs Cheering Up So She Decides to Redo a Well-Loved Trope

"So…" Adrien said, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"So…" Marinette replied back, looking at a spot over his shoulder.

"Well," Adrien started again, before glancing back into his bedroom and stopping.

"Well?" Marinette looked forward, taking a deep breath in.

C'mon Agreste, Adrien coached himself. Say something. It's not like you can make the situation any more awkward than it already is.

"There's only one bed," Adrien whispered, horror creeping into his tone. Adrien was pretty sure he heard someone playing a dramatic duh-duh-duh somewhere in the castle.

"I can't believe that in all of this large castle, there isn't another room available for me to sleep in tonight," Marinette scowled.

"It's the coronation weekend," Adrien shrugged. "The place is full. Sancoeur even said she already promised your old room to a noble."

"I know, but…" Marinette sighed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Isn't this so soon? Like, we only got married a couple hours ago. And we only officially met five minutes before that! "

"I mean, that's not counting my awkward sorta-stalking and your mega-huge crush on me, so if you factor in that, we've known each other for like twenty years! See, sharing a bed should be no problem!" Adrien said, very cheerfully and very calmly, before he wiped away the massive amount of sweat piling up on his forehead.

Curse the panic sweat.

Marinette seemed to notice the panic sweat as well, because she gave a little laugh. "Yeah, no problem at all. And twenty years? How much sorta-stalking did you do?"

Adrien groaned, tipping his head back. "Not a lot! I swear I'm not that much of a creeper!"

Marinette laughed, "Adrien, it's okay, seriously, I'm just kidding. I had a detailed schedule of all of your activities that I kept for like three years, so I really have no room to judge."

"You what?"

"Ahaha, nothing," Marinette muttered, her face slowly inching toward red.

"Hey, it's okay," Adrien smiled. "We can be creepers together!"

"What a marriage this is," Marinette deadpanned, but she grinned nonetheless.

"Exactly!" Adrien beamed. Then his gaze fell on his bedroom, and his grin dropped. "Speaking of, we should probably, you know…" He gestured toward the bed.

At Adrien's comment, Marinette's face completely paled. "W-what? We-we aren't going to…"

Adrien coughed, his whole face warming. "NO! NO, I would not! I didn't mean to imply, gosh, nO Marinette, we barely know each other! I just meant that we have to sleep together!"

Marinette's face got even paler.

Adrien realized his colossal mistake.

"OH MY NO I AM SO SORRY! Slumber next to each other in the same bed, that is all that I meant! Absolutely all! No no no, I do not want to—ahhh I don't think I can recover from this."

Marinette let out a relieved giggle. "It's okay."

Adrien let out a large breath, "You're the best Marinette."

Marinette blushed. "Thanks Adrien. Now c'mon, I am feeling tired."

"Right!" Adrien straightened up. "It has been quite a day."

Marinette laughed, "That's putting it lightly."

The two smiled as they entered Adrien's room. Adrien let Marinette change into her pjs first, then he used his bathroom to change, joining Marinette in the bed.

"Wow," Adrien said, fluffing up his pillows. "My bed is huge. I can barely even see you over there."

"Yeah," Marinette laughed. "I don't even know what we were worried about! We're practically on opposite sides of the castle. No awkward situations to be had here!"

"Yes!" Adrien did a little happy dance, feeling the panic sweat begin to recede. He climbed into the bed, covering himself in blankets. "And don't worry, Sancoeur had the cleaning staff change all the sheets and pillows, so it's all super clean and free of any gross Adrien germs."

"Haha, okay, thanks Adrien. Well, good night," Marinette yawned, turning over.

"Good-ACHOO!" Adrien sneezed, jolting up. He could already feel his eyes watering.

Oh no. No no no.

"Bless-" Marinette began to sleepily mutter, but then Adrien sneezed again.

"ACHOO!"

"Adrien?"

"ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!"

"Are you okay?"

"ACHOO!—No," Adrien said, scrambling out of the bed and backing as far away from it as possible.

Marinette got up too (Wow, what cute pjs, Adrien thought between bouts of sneezing) and came over, offering him a tissue. Adrien took it gratefully.

"I'm allergic to-A-A-ACHOO—feathers. The cleaning staff must have forgotten and given us feather pillows." Tears were running down his cheeks, and Adrien wiped them with the tissue.

"What can I do?"

"Call Sancoeur."

Marinette nodded, then ran out into the hall, calling Sancoeur's name. Within seconds, Sancoeur appeared, still dressed in her business suit.

"You summoned me?" she asked as she walked into Adrien's bedroom, Marinette following.

Sancoeur sighed as soon as she saw Adrien huddled in the corner, eyes puffy and snot dripping down his nose. "Feathers?"

"Feathers," Marinette grimaced.

"Very well then. I shall find someone for you to trade rooms with," And as fast as she appeared, Sancoeur left.

"Wow, that woman is scary," Marinette commented.

Adrien nodded from his position in the corner.

"This way," Sancoeur appeared again, and Marinette jumped. She helped Adrien get up, and the newlyweds followed Sancoeur down several flights of stairs and across many hallways. "The only people we could find who were in rooms with no feathers and not asleep or too intoxicated were in the east wing. One of the lesser nobles graciously agreed to switch rooms." She opened a door to her right, one of many down a long hallway. "Enjoy." With that she left, allowing Adrien and Marinette to deal with the issue at hand.

The bed in this room was much, much smaller than the bed in Adrien's room.

Adrien was wondering how he was going to fit on it, much less him and Marinette.

"So much for no awkward situations, huh?" Adrien joked, and was thankful for Marinette's nervous laughter.

"Y-yeah," Marinette replied.

"Shall we?" Adrien asked, holding the door open for Marinette.

"I guess," Marinette replied, walking into the room. "It's time to sleep together, I suppose."

Adrien choked, immediately flushing red. Marinette laughed so hard, she had to clutch her stomach.

"No fair," Adrien grumbled. "I said I was sorry!"

Marinette continued to laugh, and Adrien joined in as they got into bed. It wasn't nearly as awkward as Adrien was expecting. In fact, they found they fit in the bed pretty well, with Marinette's head tucked up near Adrien's neck, his arm around her waist, their feet tangled together.

They were cuddled up like that for several minutes, when Adrien's stomach let out a very loud gurgle. Marinette's hand flew up to her mouth, stifling the giggle.

"Too much fried chicken?"

Adrien nodded, certain sleeping in a pile of feathers would be more preferable than what had just happened. "Too much fried chicken."

Marinette giggled, then reached down and patted his stomach. Adrien's face turned a shade darker. "It's okay, happens to the best of us."

"Yeah," Adrien sighed, then pulled Marinette closer, once he was sure his stomach was done misbehaving. "Thanks Marinette, you're the coolest."

"I know," Marinette mumbled, already practically asleep. Adrien couldn't help but smile as he held her in his arms.

It took him a bit longer to fall asleep, but once he did, it was one of his most peaceful nights in a long time.

He would have to make sure and thank Sancoeur later.

It seemed as if his and Marinette's marriage was already off to a pretty good start, and Adrien couldn't wait to see what the future would hold.

Hopefully no more panic sweat.