This is for the Miraculous Valentine's Event.by wearemiraculous on Tumblr. I, personally, have decided to try my best at making this an emotional rollercoaster of an interconnected story.

Notes to keep in mind for this fic in general: It's a bit in the future, so they're sixteen years old. I decided to line up the days of the prompts with the actual days of the calendar. There is a patrol system where they patrol together every other night and alternate solo patrols on the nights in between. I will signify which patrol it is by saying the ship name including at least one of them as a superhero before each chapter. But don't worry: there will also be plenty of Adrienette.

LadyNoir

"For you, milady."

Chat Noir held out the heart-shaped box of chocolates towards Ladybug at the end of their patrol.

He had waited so long for it to be February: a month full of love, an excuse to be romantic- not that he needed one.

And how lucky that there was joint patrol on the first day of February, so that he could start to woo his Lady from the start.

Ladybug's lips tugged downward at the presentation. "You couldn't wait two weeks, kitty?"

"No, I couldn't. I love you every day, not just on the designated 'romantic' ones." She rolled her eyes, but that would never dissuade Chat's feelings. "Besides, someone always gets their heart broken that day, and if the past three years serve as evidence, Hawk Moth will make an akuma out of it. That doesn't leave much time for confessions"

She turned away from him, looking out over the city. "And my answer hasn't changed. Maybe if I could give up on that boy, I could give you a chance."

It was only a maybe, but still, it sounded hopeful. A wry grin crept up on his face. "...And what could make you give up on him?"

Ladybug turned her head and gave him a flat look. "Chat…"

He shrugged. "C'mon. I'm curious. And it's completely theoretical, anyhow."

She pouted, but answered the question anyways. "Well… I, well, I don't know that I ever will get over him, because he's always so sweet and kind and caring… But, if I were, I know that I would at least need to confess my feelings."

Chat's eyebrows shot up. "Seriously?"

"What?" she asked defensively.

"At least it makes sense why he's not your boyfriend yet. Because I can't imagine anyone turning you down, milady."

Ladybug gave him a pointed stare. "So you're saying that, if we somehow improbably know each other as civilians, and I- equally unlikely- fell for your civilian self, and confessed, you wouldn't turn down civilian-me for Ladybug-me?"

That took him off-guard. But like she said herself- it completely ridiculous and unlikely. And anyone who "loved" Adrien Agreste probably wouldn't fall for the same traits she loved about her crush.

So, cheekily, he leaned in and said, "I would know if it were you. You're still Ladybug."

She shrugged. "But I'm not as confident when I'm not transformed. Otherwise I could have confessed to him already."

An idea struck Chat. "Then confess to him."

"Pfft. Yeah, right." She sighed. "I can't help but catastrophize about something going wrong whenever I'm even near him. Forget about confessing to him."

He shrugged. "If you can't confess to him, then I want a chance to convince you."

Ladybug narrowed her eyes. "What are you getting at, Chat?"

"Valentine's Day is coming up. There's no better time to confess."

She grimaced. "Yeah, that didn't go so well the last three years."

That sounded like an interesting story. But Chat couldn't get distracted.

"Oh? Do tell."

So much for not getting distracted.

Ladybug took a deep breath. "Without going into any personal details, I wrote a Valentine for him, and it wasn't until it was in the mailbox that I realized I forgot to sign it. Don't forget the double date that he failed to realize was a date at all, even when our friends who were an actual couple ditched us. And finally, last year, I thought he would get it when I gave him a key and a lock for the Pont des Artes. Apparently, I underestimated his obliviousness, because he thought it was just a nice present despite being pink with a heart on it."

Chat suppressed laughter. Who couldn't see that she was in love, especially if she had tried other times than Valentine's. "Sounds like you need help. Luckily, you have a superhero partner who happens to be an expert on that."

Okay, at least he was able to get back on track.

But Ladybug didn't seem convinced. "Unless you've confessed to anyone else, it also appears that you have an even better track record of getting rejected."

"True," Chat conceded. "But that's further than you've gotten with your boy."

"Fine. But are you really just going to do this out of the goodness of your heart?"

He put a hand over his heart, gasping and faking horror. "Ladybug! Do you doubt me, your very own partner?" The look she gave him told him that she was not in the mood for all his joking about this. "Fine. I will admit that I hope you'll be rejected, but there's also the way my lessons will be taught."

"Let me guess: by example."

Maybe Chat was getting a tad too predictable with his love for Ladybug. But he didn't deny it. "With a time limit. You have to confess to him by Valentine's day. If not, or if he is stupid and rejects you, you have to let me take you out on one date afterwards. We can decide the details when it happens."

"Chat," Ladybug warned.

He held up a finger. "One date. Nothing more, unless you ask for it. That's all I want."

Ladybug huffed. "Fine. But what do I get if I confess and he accepts?"

"You've got your man. In fact, you have one either way, if you want."

She ignored the additional comment. "I accept. How should I start?"

"You've got to soften him up. Now," Chat held up the nearly-forgotten box of chocolates. "Have you ever heard of the expression 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach?'"

Marinette wasn't sure what possessed her to stay up that night to make chocolates.

Actually… she knew exactly what possessed her to stay up to make chocolates.

She could never step down from a challenge. And, despite what she said to Chat, there were a couple of times that she almost wished she weren't so hopelessly in love with Adrien so that she could give him a chance. If he could nearly convince her when she was that committed to someone else emotionally, and considering that it didn't seem like Adrien was that deeply in love with anyone, maybe she could succeed.

But she wasn't going to take any chances. She'd take Chat's advice (and eat his chocolate, because did she mention it was chocolate?), but she could put her own twist on it. Up the game.

So that, hopefully, Adrien would fall for her. Well, ideally, he was already head-over-heels for her but just didn't realize it yet, but would understand once she confessed to him and then they could become a couple.

But she would be fine if he fell hopelessly in love with her at a later date. As long as he reached that point eventually.

"Marinette…" Tikki drew her holder's attention. "It's getting late. You should go to bed."

Marinette glanced at the clock. It was almost midnight. "I just need to finish letting the chocolates cool for Adrien," she said. "Then I'll put them in a box and give them to him on Monday. Even though they'll be a day old then."

As soon as she said that last sentence, Marinette knew she shouldn't have said it. But it was too late. Her mind had already gone down the rabbit hole of self doubt. "They'll be a whole day old! Tikki, what if he eats them and decides they're not fresh enough- because surely he'll only want the best of the best- and decides to reject me because of it? Then he'll want to stop being my friend and never fall in love with me and we'll never get married and have three kids and a hamster named-"

"Marinette!" Tikki said aggressively enough to make Marinette think it must've been the tenth time she said it. Knowing how she got over these things, it very well might have been.

The kwami sighed, satisfied that she had stopped Marinette from catastrophizing- for the moment. "The chocolates will be fine. He loves any sweet thing he can get his hands on. Adrien won't reject you, and he certainly won't stop being friends with you over chocolates."

"But-"

"And losing sleep worrying about it won't do anyone any good," Tikki interrupted again. "Now, it looks like the chocolates are cool enough, so arrange them in the box to give to Adrien on Monday and call it a night, okay?"

Marinette nodded dumbly, literally left speechless by the rant. Usually her kwami didn't bother to chastise her about anything relating to her civilian life, only what mattered as Ladybug. But she was getting tired,and catastrophizing always took a lot of energy out of her, so Marinette didn't have the energy to argue.

She started to move to place the chocolates in the heart-shaped box she had gotten from Chat Noir (What? She had already eaten the chocolates, and why waste money buying a new one when she had a perfectly adequate one already?).

Tikki was right. Marinette shouldn't worry about giving the chocolates to Adrien anymore tonight. After all, there would be plenty of time to do that tomorrow.

I hope that you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. This was fun to plan out and I'm excited to be sharing it!