I recently started watching Miraculous Ladybug. *pauses for effect* AND I SHIP IT SO HARD! I'm not the biggest Ladrien shipper, but I'm a HUGE supporter of the others. I mean, at the end of the day, all the shippers in the Love Square are Adrienette shippers, right? Think about it. Anyway, I ship it so hard and so fiercely that I decided to do a one-shot compilation for them.

I'll put this up on my AO3 account as well. One-shots don't take up as much focus as full stories do.

I rated this M for sexual themes that appear time to time. Nothing graphic though. But just to be safe.

ENJOY ~nya!

Stealing a Thief's Heart

Chat Noir was known throughout Paris as a relentless, notorious thief that couldn't care less about human life. And it was somewhat true. Adrien Agreste's heart grew cold and bitter under the prison-like circumstances his father put him in, never allowed to leave the house without a bodyguard and never allowed to live a normal life. So he turned to crime as a way to finally be free. He still had his own morals of course. Chat Noir never took a life, good or bad. He never really enjoyed watching others suffer. He just stopped caring about hurting others. He felt…empty.

But that all changed the day he met her. Her hair was black as night, turning a navy blue until the glow of the moon like fresh ink. Her gorgeous bluebell eyes held nothing but unwavering honesty and kindness. She was much too pure to deceive anyone. Her determination was stronger than steel and her loyalty was unparalleled. And Chat Noir found himself falling fast and hard for the daughter of a baker. What he didn't know at the time was just how fast she fell for him too.

The fateful night is engraved into his memory. He was making his grand escape from his recent robbery when suddenly he was shot in the leg by a cop. It didn't hit any important arteries or go straight through him, but the graze caused a significant blood loss. Mustering up enough strength for on final leap, he miraculously got off their trail. Unfortunately, he crash landed onto a balcony when a young woman was watering her flowers. She gasped at the sight of a notorious criminal suddenly landed five feet away from her, dropping her watering can and backing up slowly.

"Please," Chat whimpered, his leg burning from the injury, "help me." His voice was shaky and desperate, causing the young lady to immediately stop shaking and stare at him. He could see the gears in her head turning until her eyes steeled with resolution.

"I'll be right back," she said and scurried down her trap door. Not long after, she returned with a large first aid kid and got to work. She encouraged him to hold on tightly to the blanket her provided him as he hissed in pain from the rubbing alcohol being applied to his wound. From her pink lips spilled comforting words as the pain slowly numbed and she wrapped the gauze around him injury.

He stopped groaning in pain and slowly opened his green eyes he had forgotten were screwed tightly closed when the treatment started. He was never a sucker for romance, but when he looked up at her at she stared back at him, he swore his heart was already in her hands. He bluebell eyes glittered under the full moon that glowed high above her balcony, lighting up her soft facial features. He noticed what an adorable nose she had. Her ink colored hair was tied into cute pigtails by red ribbons, probably to keep her hair out of her face as she slept. They suited her nicely.

The young woman cleared her throat and looked away, flushing in embarrassment just as he realized how long they'd been staring at each other. "Y-you should put some i-ice on it w-whenever you get the chance," she stuttered, and Chat Noir's heart soared from her voice.

"I'm forever in your debt, princess~" the thief purred as he gave a bow, the pain in his leg nothing compared to his heart slamming against his ribcage. Play it cool Agreste, he reminded himself. You are smooth.

The girl giggled in amusement and raised a delicate eyebrow. "I assure you, I'm no princess."

"Au contraire mon cher," Chat retorted. "You were so kind to help a lowly creature that fell onto your tower without need or reason. Such kindness is only found in a princess, no? Would you prefer I call you something different?"

He took pride in the blush that rose up her neck and to her cheeks as he blatantly flirted with her. "M-Marinette," she answered, looking away, "That's my name."

Marinette, he thought dreamily, staring at her as she avoided his gaze out of shyness from his flirting.

"Perhaps I will see you again, princess." Chat stood on her balcony railing, ready to leap off into the night.

"Maybe without more injuries, chaton," Marinette responded with a tiny smile, her blush slowly going down.

His only response was a wink as he set off into the night, returning to his secret base of operations. Outside, he looked cool and collected. On the inside, he was doing a happy dance and cheering himself on. From what her words suggested, she wanted to see him again! He didn't think it was possible. But it happened! He was soaring through heaven. If this was a dream, he didn't want anyone to wake him up!

That single night miraculously led to the present. He and Marinette were lying in her bed, the silence of her tiny apartment calming as long as she was there with him. The only sound came from their heavy breathing as they steadily came down from their highs, limbs tangled in a mess as Marinette lay flush next to him. Her hair, now loose and cascading, tickled his bare chest as she listening to his pounding heartbeat, beating to a rhythm only she could create in him.

He could feel the heat of her bare skin against his. His claws gently ran through her hair with a loving touch. He always kept his gloves, mask, and ears on, even when making love to her. Chat was honestly afraid; afraid of what she may think of the man under the mask. What would she think if she discovered the famous model named Paris's Golden Child during the day was wearing a mask and causing crime at night? Would she be revolted, too shocked to even look at him again? Would she become like everyone else and try taking advantage of his fame?

A nuzzle from Marinette brought him out of his stupor. She lazily drew shapes on his chest, whispering "I love you" every so often. Chat pulled her closer, tenderly grazing her back with his claws. His thoughts dispersed immediately. Marinette wasn't the kind of girl who would ever use someone. She was kind and warm, seeing the best in everyone and sacrificing her own needs for someone else's. He had first-hand experience of that. She risked her own safety to be with him. She gave him her heart, trusting him to protect it. And he would protect it with everything he had. He loved her dearly and didn't want everything they had to just disappear.

For now, he was content like this. He was with someone who loved his true self, who looked past all his actions and spent multiple nights just talking, joking, and playing games with him. Chat loved drinking homemade hot cocoa while stargazing with her. He loved curling up in her lap as they watched a random movie playing on her computer. He loved watching her work, sketching new designs for upcoming projects and bringing them to life. He loved the feather light kisses she would plant on his cheek which led to more passionate ones as they got lost in one other. He loved moments like now, melding their bodies together as he professed his love in both words and actions. Most of all, he loved being a lovesick fool for Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

I'm kinda shocked myself that I just wrote that. Well, my month-long winter break—it's college, so since we get no holidays, winter break is long—starts next Saturday, so once finals are done, I'll hopefully have more time to work on my next chapters. I already have the ideas written down and a couple paragraphs done for the next 4 chapters as we speak—I mean, as I write. And since I'm nice, I'll let you in on what the themes are.

Chapter 2: Reverse Crush
Chapter 3: Mermaid Marinette and Pirate Adrien
Chapter 4: Cinderella (with my own twist based one a little comic I saw)
Chapter 5: Egyptian

If you have any other ideas or prompts you'd like me to consider, I'll gladly take a look at them and place them in I can do them. Until next time!