Hey y'all! I'm here with a new drabble that was requested on Tumblr by ommlauts.
As always, English isn't my first language and this piece was unbeta'ed.

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Without further ado, enjoy!

"She closed her eyes, and her soft voice whispered 'I've loved you since the day I met you'" Chat read the sentence twice before deciding to strike it off his story. "This doesn't sound right," he muttered to himself, "maybe he should make the first move." He tapped the pen against his head, imagining how Ladybug would react to a love confession. "I'm sure she would think I'm joking."

"Chat, what are you doing here?"

Marinette's voice startled her, causing him to jump like a real cat would. "Has anybody told you that it is rude to sneak up on someone like that?" He asked, straightening to feign offense, though he easily smiled at the sight of her.

"It's rude to sneak into people's balconies at this hour, you stray cat," she replied, placing her hands on her hips with a slight annoyed expression, that was quickly replaced with a smile when Chat took her hand and kissed her knuckles. "Your balcony is a very inspiring place, Princess, so I came here to…. Eh, to do stuff."

"Stuff? Like 'weird stuff' or like 'stuff you shouldn't do on patrol'?"

"The second one is correct. But in my defense I finished patrol 30 minutes ago."

Marinette crossed her arms over her chest, frowning, "Are you saying you've been here for half an hour and didn't bother to tell me?"

"To be precise here, I spent 5 minutes verifying that everything was normal from my last spot, that happens to be this building. The other 25 minutes I was doing… stuff."

"Chat…"

Chat Noir huffed, scratching the back of his head. There was no way he could escape Marinette's scrutinizing eyes. He could jump off and disappear into the night, but his Princess wouldn't forget this little stunt. "Okay, fine. But promise me you won't laugh at me, alright?"

"Unless it is something extremely embarrassing, which I doubt, you know I would never laugh at you, Kitty." Marinette's eyes softened, and she took a seat on her chaise, and patted the spot next to her, indicating Chat to come and sit by her side. Reluctantly, Chat nodded, and followed her, grabbing his notepad a little tighter than necessary.

"I like writing," he began, avoiding her face, "it's a hobby, and at the same time, it's therapeutic. You know, an outlet that I actually enjoy, and you balcony has a beautiful view, and I feel good here," he dared to lift up his eyes to look at her. Marinette didn't say a word, keeping an expression that invited him to keep talking. "And here comes the embarrassing part. I usually write fanfiction."

"And what's the problem with that, Chat?" Marinette asked, honestly curious about where he was going. After a moment of hesitation, Chat handed her his notepad. "It is better if you read it by yourself."

Marinette read the first sentence of the page, 'as the evil forces approached our heroes, Chat Noir, bravely, took his Lady into his arms, taking her to a safer place. "I will protect you with my life," he said, and Ladybug blushed, giving her cheeks a fantastic scarlet tint'. She gaped, but composed herself immediately, but her reaction didn't go unnoticed by Chat, who observed her intently.

"Is it that bad?" He whispered his question, looking at his hands on his lap. "N-no, it's not. It's great, I mean, good, I mean," Marinette stammered, feeling suddenly nervous. She was used of the constant attention of the people who admired her as Ladybug. The Ladyblog had a forum dedicated to fanfiction (where she learned that the term "ladynoir" and "hurt/comfort" came hand in hand) (also, why did people assume that her name was Bridgette?), but to know that her partner was one of those fans, made things a little awkward.

"I know self insert is frowned upon among the fandom," she heard him talking again, and turned her attention to him, "but there's so little about Chat where he is actually the hero," a blush crept up on his cheeks, as he softly added, "It's true that Ladybug is the real hero, but it's disheartening to see how many people see me as her sidekick."

"Don't say that again, Chat Noir," he gulped at the mention of his super hero full name. 'shit, I'm in trouble.'

"You are just as important as Ladybug is! Without you, she couldn't stop the akumas or help people. So don't ever belittle yourself!" Marinette extended her hand towards Chat's head, to scratch behind his ear, a spot that relaxed him. He leaned into her touch and sighed, "And you are quite talented, Chat. I'm sure lots of fans wait for your updates."

He beamed at her, taking her hand to nuzzle her palm. "Thanks, Princess. That means a lot. Especially coming from the next fashion icon Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

"Oh, shut it, Chat," a soft pink adorned her cheeks as she looked away. Pleased, Chat stood up and took his notepad with him. "Alright, Princess. I think this old cat will leave you to rest," he bowed, taking her hand and kissing the back of it.

"See you around, kitty," Marinette waved at him, as he disappeared into the obscure sky.

Oooo

Next time Chat visited Marinette's balcony, he found a plate with cookies and a glass of milk, with a note that read: 'A snack for my favorite writer. M.'

And a week later, when Adrien was scrolling down the Ladyblog fanfiction section, a new addition caught his attention, "The cat's meow". Adrien read the first paragraphs, glad to see that this piece had Chat Noir as the main character.

"This one is pawtanstic, they even get my amazing puns right!" He exclaimed, but Plagg, as usual, busied himself eating his cheese.