I started writing this a few years back and abandoned it. I was checking mi files trying to avoid to do my homework when I stumbled upon this. It's not perfect, and it's not completed. But I really want to bring back some LadyNoir into my life, as the show has started to rip my dreams.

I'm planning on publishing the story into 3 chapters in total. That being said there'll be more content soon. Feel free to check my profile to read my other one shots in the meantime.

English is not my first language, so I apologize in advance for any grammar or spelling mistakes.

FireOfInspiration

Ready

Marinette fidgeted with her hair one last time before stepping way from her vanity with a sigh. Tikki carefully observed her chosen from her seat on the chaise. She knew that nervous look. Has seen in for at least two years now.

Tikki knows that when the time is right, she will ask her advice. And this time Tikki would be giving her a different answer.

Marinette was ready.

The Kwami has seen her grow from a fidgety shy teen to a strong kind young woman. Her physical changes had taken place; while her chosen was still average height, she had grown a few inches taller, and her face had lost some of her baby fat around her cheeks. While she still had a lot to learn when it came to patience, Marinette had improved in that aspect. She became more analytic and thoughtful. Yes, Marinette had matured.

Tikki cocked her head to the side as the girl grimaced at the forgotten sketch on her desk, which was now covered in piles of sheets of ripped paper. The computer surrounded by a pile of books that Tikki knew her chosen had pushed to the side on purpose. The sewing kit open with a few missing items. Only a three framed pictures remained on her desk; one that Nino had taken last summer of Alya and Marinette posing in the kitchen; the second one of her parents holding her as a child, all three of them grinning; and the last one being the class photo taken last year.

The wall was still covered. From posters from Jagged Stone to some designs, some made by her, the other cut from magazines as inspiration. Some printed pictures of her friends and family. Tikki had noticed over the last couple of months, the amount of Adrien's face had decreased considerably over the last months. Of the wall and desk that used to be full, only remained those taken with Marinette's group of friends and a couple with an Agreste design.

Tikki knew her chosen was growing, and slowly letting go of her old crush. And she knew that Marinette was aware of this change, and while at first she seemed hesitant to let go, she came to terms that it was for the best.

Once Marinette accepted what her heart already knew, but head seemed to forget, she was at ease. She was friends with the boy in question. The two of them plus Alya and Nino became inseparable. And Marinette was happy.

So happy.

But, sometimes it still hurt. After all, it's hard to let go of your first love.

Tikki huffed.

If only her chosen would realize the other change in her life.

It happened a couple of months after Marinette admitted to Tikki (and herself) that it was time to move on from Adrien. Ladybug and Chat Noir had defeated an akuma and the two of them were relaxing on a roof. The change was subtle. Invisible to the naked eye. But Tikki could feel it. The sweet lingering expressions were no longer one sided.

Tikki noticed, Marinette hadn't.

She knew Marinette was starting to come in terms over what happened, thus her sudden attitude. Marinette had taken into staring at nothing and think. And she had yet to admit it.

It's only a matter of time.

In the past, Tikki had told Marinette of the dangers of being a superhero. Taught her the importance of her identity and how to look out for herself. But now…

Tikki smiled at the lost look on her chosen.

She'll figure it out.

She was ready.