A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading my one shots btw, I feel honored! So, I'm reading tons of Miraculous stories to try and improve my own writing, so I may start experimenting with different writing styles, just a heads up! ;) At the same time, I'm working on writing "Dinner for Two" and the opening chapters to "Fangs Bared, Claws Out". :)

ANSWERS TO REVIEWS:

Marine Wilson: (bows) You sir (ma'am) have earned my furr purrspect :D Okay that was lame, but really, good one haha :3 And thanks so much for the sweet compliment :)

Prompt: (my own idea) Marinette and Chat Noir had many secrets, but some were worth exposing. Mix of LadyNoir, Marichat!

Rated: K+

NOTE: Let's pretend (while they still keep their miraculous jewelry) they have supersuits that they put on instead of transforming into them via Tikki and Plagg. :)

Enjoy! ;)

My Last Secret

Marinette traced the edges of her mask adoringly. Fingers that have known their fair share of long nights working at sewing and getting injured by small needles caressing the tough material that has kept her identity a secret for so long in her time since she stepped up as a protector of Paris.

We had many secrets to keep.

Miniature scratches adorned the tough leather of his suit, as dark as the deepest night itself and the color of his destructive power. Despite all the years he was protecting Paris as Chat Noir, his suit almost looked new, despite being beaten, thrown and abused in it far more than he could care to count.

Even more to protect.

The corners of his lips tilted up at the sight of the small good luck charm Marinette had given to him, to Adrien. It happened years ago, when they had been young teenagers, but he still kept it, hidden safely within the protection of his suit and he found his bad luck sometimes wasn't as bad as it used to be.

None of us thought exposing them was a good idea.

He knew it could never work, they both knew. And yet, after the initial getting-to-know-each-other, he found himself visiting her far more often as Chat than Adrien. There was something about Marinette, something about the way she was herself in front of him, his mask, his alter ego, that put her at ease and made her comfortable enough to trust him. He loved the freedom his mask granted him, but he loved it even more that it granted him those stolen moments he had with her, his Marinette.

But we were so, so wrong.

It happened on one of many nights where he visited her routinely after doing his patrol rounds and checking in with Ladybug.

He didn't know if he had been quieter than usual in his approach to her balcony, maybe her guard had been down, maybe something deeper had offered them both the forbidden opportunity, but he knew he was grateful for whatever force had intervened that day.

He had seen the red, black dotted supersuit on her bed and he knew it hadn't been an imitation because of the familiar, telltale marks of battle on the material, of the miniature hexagon-like shapes that was characteristic of their Miraculous suits.

Of the familiar way she handled it, with practiced care and ease.

Of the fact that there was a small, red flying creature in her room and she was talking to it and there was no doubt in his mind that it must have been her kwami, Ladybug's kwami, because his ring suddenly pulsed as if in greeting or excitement and he sensed Plagg's energy.

It was her.

Because…the last secret, our final secret, was worth to be exposed.

"Princess?" his ears were low on his head and he took a tentative step forward.

"C-Chat?" her voice was fearful, bluebell eyes wide at being caught.

"It's alright, m'lady," he smiled and she knew everything would be fine with the way he was smiling at her, "I…have a secret too,"

And then, bright green light enveloped her room and would have blinded her had it not been from all the light of her own transformation already making her used to them.

And then before her stood not Chat Noir, her sweet partner and very dear friend, but Adrien.

Because our last secret was each-other.

"Chaton?" her steps were small and hesitant, as if she still couldn't believe the boy in the leather get-up she had started falling for and the boy she had so hard tried to forget about, were the same person.

"It's me, bugaboo," he smiled, that sweet, sweet Chat smile and she knew, despite it being an accident, she didn't regret he had found out.

Not one bit.

We had many secrets to keep.

Even more to protect.

Except our last one.

Thank you kindly for reading! :)