A/N

Sorry guys, I didn't have a author's note for the last chapter. But... Thank you for reading my fanfic, it means a lot to me, I haven't had much experience with writing fan-based stories before. Please review and follow. Hope y'all like it :)

Disclaimer: I do not own the Miraculous characters, this is just for fun.


Chat Noir balanced himself expertly on the railing above Marinette's room. He wondered if she was in there, sleeping soundly in her very pink room. He flipped off the railing and into a fighting stance as he twirled his staff, walking towards the door that let down.

She was a fun girl, Chat thought, but she was somewhat flustered around him, around Adrien. Maybe she really didn't want to be his friend anyways, maybe she was just trying to be nice, or maybe she was just a naturally clumsy girl.

Chat opened the door swiftly and peered in. She wasn't in bed. At this time in the morning, on a Saturday, Marinette, a regular 14-year-old girl wasn't sleeping? Wondering if she was down in her room, he jumped in and off the bed, slamming into a mannequin.

"Ugh," he groaned, picking the mannequin and himself up. "Sorry," he said, to no one in particular, she probably deserved an apology for him barging in here either way. He brushed his black cat suit off and tousled his hair some more, while he admired himself in the full length mirror in front of him.

He flexed his arm muscles, raising his eyebrows up and down, wondering what his lady would think of that. Chat could point out a poster of Jagged Stone behind him, a photo of Marinette and Alya, and a picture of ーhim?

Turning around, his eyes grew wide as he took in the many, many, many photographs of a certain Adrien Agreste. "Oh," he was shocked. "Oh w-wow."

This whole time, she had been crushing on him. All these photos, the clumsiness, the loss of words, the tripping, the eye widening, Marinette liked him. And all he thought he had was a friend. He cursed quietly, realizing how many times he had played with her feelings. He was a terrible friend, wasn't he?

Walking towards her vast collection of fabrics and threads, he pulled out a beautifully framed photograph of Marinette. One that she had clearly crafted herself, carefully embroidered with pink and blue flowers, reading Marinette on the side. In the picture, she was balancing on the fountain in the park, where he would usually have photoshoots, with her hair loose and a strapless red dress hugging her body.

He realized that she was on the tip of her toes, with no shoes, her arms were outstretched beside her, and her face looking down at her feet with a goofy but still beautiful smile upon it. The photo was taken at the right second, out of context, without her even knowing. She was living in the moment and someone had captured that moment. She looked happy.

As he set the frame down, Chat half-expected Marinette to pop into her room, but she didn't. "Ladybug," he whispered, and leaped up and out of his friend's room. His partner wasn't here yet, though she should have been, how far did she live from here?

Ugh, Ladybug thought, the Master lived such a great distance away from her. After swinging one more time, she spotted Chat sitting atop a railing on her balcony. Cringing internally, she flipped gracefully while humming a tune and landed right next Chat Noir.

"Hey there, kitty," she said, ringing his bell while he looked down at her, absolutely smitten. "Let's go, shall we?"

"Of course, m'lady," he replied, pecking her hand politely.

She stifled a giggle, "Follow me." She launched herself into the air as she cast her yoyo. "And try not to wake anyone," she yelled.

Ladybug and Chat Noir flew gracefully towards the place Ladybug had just visited. As Chat extended his staff upwards, he crouched on the very top and overlooked the beautiful city. "M'lady!" he called, causing the superhero to turn. "Isn't it amazing?"

Ladybug encircled her yoyo around his staff and pulled herself upwards, seating herself on his left thigh. "Hmm," she said, clutching his neck, "It definitely is, but we should get going before it turns 7, silly kitty."

She threw her yoyo and zipped away as Chat Noir followed.


"They are not here yet, Wayzz. Come, do yoga with me," Master Fu said, trying to reassure the kwami. "Ladybug and Chat Noir will absolutely be present, give them enough time."

Wayzz zipped into view, "But Master, what if Tikki and Plagg decided not to choose this plan? We did in fact give them valid choices."

The Master balanced himself on one foot, joining his palms together. "We must trust them."

"Yes, of course Master."

As if on cue, a knock was heard on the door. "That must be them," Master Fu said. "Conceal yourself, Wayzz."

Ladybug eased the door open quietly and walked in, with Chat Noir following behind her. Placing the staff on his back, he shut the door and strolled in. He tried to look at ease, but he wasn't, he had no clue where he was or why Plagg even wanted him here.

"Welcome back, Ladybug," the strange, small man said. Welcome back? She had been here before? "Nice to finally meet you, Chat Noir."

The man stretched his hand out and Chat shook it. "Nice to meet you as well," he replied, then ruffled his hair. "If I don't mind asking sir, how exactly does my kwami know you."

Ladybug scoffed. "Patience chaton, let me explain."

He and his partner sat down, as the man began to explain.


Chat was baffled. "Whaーhow am I supposed to accept that that easily? You know, for sure, you're 100% sure that Gabriel Agreste is Hawk Moth?"

"Should we do it Master?" Ladybug asked respectfully, widening her eyes. "Is it really necessary?"

"Yes," Master Fu sighed, "You must, for your safety."

Confusion spread across Chat's face, "What, what should we do?"

"Put your back to mine," Ladybug said, turning away from him. They pressed their backs together, leaning against each other. "Let's do it."

"Do what?"

"Close your eyes."

"Wーwhy?"

"Trust me, minou."

Minou, he liked the sound of that. He closed his eyes slowly, while shortening his breath. He was getting anxious. What was happening?

"Spots off," he heard Ladybug breathe almost inaudibly, he stiffened against her. Reveal.

Marinette stood up and gestured towards Chat, who was still sitting on the ground, with his eyes closed. Master Fu nodded but mouthed, give him time.

Chat stood, eyes still closed and turned towards Marinette. She admired him slowly, his perfect body, hair, eyes, everything. She closed her eyes.

"Now Chat Noir," Master Fu said.

"Claws in."