This is my first Miraculous fanfic! Its a little fluff story between MarinetteXAdrien, AdrienXLadyBug, MarinetteXChatNoir, LadyBugXChatNoir. Hope you guys like it!

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The Parisian morning shine bright with setting sun, casting a bright twilight glow on the city. Marinette and Alya sat on a stone bench overlooking the canal, Marinette working on anew belt design and Alya trying to capture a new background for her phone.

"You know, if we want to still have time to make those cookies for your mom, we're going to have to go soon," Alya muttered as she took another picture of the water below.

"Yeah, yeah," Marinette sighed, pouring over the sketchbook in her lap. I just need to capture the water's glow so I can make that belt for Chat Noir. He really needs to wear another colour besides that simple black costume he has. If only he would-

"Do you realize what time it is?" Alya pestered.

"Uh...it's about a quarter after..."

"Its almost sunset! We'll miss our bus if we stay any later."

"But I just need to-" She was interrupted as Alya grabbed her by the arm, dragging her to the bus stop. "Fine, have it your way."

"Trust me," Alya turned back and smiled. "When your mother tastes my new recipe she is gonna flip."

"Well, you've bragged on far too long for us not to taste. I mean-"

"Excuse me," a voice said behind them. "You left this on the bench."

Marinette turned around and gasped. Adrien was running to catch up with the girls, sketchbook in hand. When he finally reached them he held it out for Marinette. They stood there for a considerable time before she realized what he was doing.

"Oh, Adrien! Thank you, I would've completely forgotten about it. Not that I could've forgotten it but I would've 'cause..." Marinette's stuttering slurred into a sigh. "Thanks Adrien."

"Hey, no problem." Adrien shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. "And I know it's no business of mine but I wanted to ask about belt-"

"Yes, yes, thank you Adrien but we must get going now." Alya resumed her Marinette-dragging. "Bye Adrien!"

"Oh," Adrien's head slumped. "Bye."

"Why didn't you ask her about it?" Plagg zoomed out of his pocket and hovered in front of Adrien.

"You say it just as well as I did," Plagg argued. "That belt was identical to your ring."

"No it wasn't. We must've just seen it wrong." Adrien absolved. "Besides, how could Marinette know anything about Chat Noir?"

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"Hey Mom, we're home." Marinette called out as they entered her home.

"Hello Alya!" She answered from the couch. "I put all the leftover ingredients from today's sales on the counter for you. Let me know if you need any help."

"Of course, thank you."

"Hey, and sweetheart." Mrs. Cheng said, without turning away from her show. "I'm really going to need some help at the bake sale tomorrow."

"Don't worry, I'll be there!"

"You know that Adrien is going to be there." Alya teased.

"You don't think I know that?" Marinette blushed. "That's the whole reason why I am helping out."

"I would love to be there, but Chloe's only free time to work on that English project is tomorrow."

"Ooh, good luck with that." Marinette chuckled. "Now what makes these cookies so tasty."

"All in good time, my chef in arms." Alya eyed the ingredients with great interest. "First we need to figure out what we're working with."

"Well, alright ." Marinette grabbed a bag of chocolate chips. "Let's get started then!"

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"Mr. Adrien, your father has left instructions that you are to stay in your room until dinner tonight."

"Thanks Nathalie." Adrien mumbled as he made his way up the immense staircase in the Agreste's front entrance. "Anything I should know about tonight's gala?"

"Mr. Agreste wished me to stress the importance of you behavior tonight." Nathalie replied from the top of the stairs. "We are playing host to Paris's elite and premiere ambassadors and fashion designers."

"Joy," Adrien pushed past her and to his room. "More snotty rich people looking steal some money."

"Now I don't think you don't realize-" She was cut off by his bedroom door.

"Dude, what's got you in such a bad mood?" Plagg zoomed out of his pocket and onto Adrien's desk. "You're not still thinking about that belt are you?"

"It has the exact same design as my ring...how could Marinette have know the exact details and even size of it?"

"She probably found picture online." Plagg flew into the trash can below, having smelled the cheese Adrien tossed in there.

"Yeah, but I still want to see it again. I'll have to ask her about it tomorrow at bake sale."

"You call that a pastry? I've never seen anything as unappetizing as that."

"But, zir. Zis is ze best pastry ve have in our kitchen! The taste is what matters iz that right, no?"

"You baboon!" Adrien rushed to the door and help his ear up to it, recognizing his father's voice. "Your tricks have no affect on me. Now get out of my sight."

Adrien heard the sharp thuds of his father's footsteps followed by the slothful steps of what he assumed to be the chef for the dinner party. Despite his own preoccupations with Marinette, he feared what his father was creating.

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"There," Alya placed the final pan cookies into the oven. "We have dozens of cookies all baked and ready. We'll have to wait for them to cool before we can decorate them."

"Well should make a killing; it should really help out the children's hospital." Marinette sank into a dining room chair.

"And with Mr. Agreste making a special appearance AND donation, we've got plenty of publicity on the event."

"The only thing that could make it more popular is if Chat Noir and Ladybug endorsed it." Mrs. Cheng hugged her daughter from behind. She then walked over and grabbed a cookie from Alya.

"You don't honestly think that Ladybug will come to our little bake sale, now do you?" Marinette blushed.

"No, I don't. But stranger things have happened with those two." Mrs. Cheng stopped to take a bite of cookie. She stopped when she saw the looks of fascination on the girls face. "My, these are...well...to say it politely-" The girls exchanged worried glanced. "Fantastic."

"Oh, Mother. I hoped you would love it!" Marinette reached into her school bag and pulled out her sketchbook. "Now to get this design finished."

"Why have you been so obsessed with that lately?" Alya asked, pulling up a chair next to her.

"Oh, no reason." Marinette chuckled nervously. "I've just been on a superhero kick right now."

"Is that so?" Alya pestered. "Then where are all your Ladybug designs?"

"They're...uh...but..."

"I thought as much." Alya drew closer to her face. "You have a crush on Chat Noir!"

"What?!" Marinette laughed. "Trust me, I could never crush on a dork like him."

"How do you know he's such a dork."

"Uh...don't we have cookies to frost?"

"You win this time, Cheng."

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The pain of rejection is enough, my little akumas, for pain and self hate to grow. With your help we will be able to create a nemesis worthy of Ladybug.

Fly my evil little akuma. Bring hatred to our new chef friend.

*flap*flap*

"After all the work I put into tonight, and he haze thrown it away over one crushed eclair." The chef sat defeated on the stairs of the Agreste manor, hat in hand. "What I wouldn't give to prove to everyone who the best chef is."

*Akuma flies into hat*

Bonjour, Chef Petite, je m'apelle HawMoth. And I have a little proposition for you. I will give you the power to take back the title that you deserve. In exchange you just have to collect the Miraculous from both Ladybug and Chat Noir.

I am at your service, mon ami.

There is the first chapter! Thanks for reading. Just a little Author's note; this is going to be four chapters, each one dealing with the ships mentioned above. I might also write a little sad bit about Adrien and his dad explaining why he was at the canal, but that's for a latter date. Thanks and make sure to share the love by telling your friends 'bout it. Love ya!