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1millionfeels (Guest): Thank you! And I'm sorry about my grammar... I can spell them I just can't use the right 'your' or 'their', or even 'too' with the situation at times. I'll try to be better. :)

Flik98: Thank you! I was on a bit of writers block there tbh, and then I read a fanfic where Adrien got on a caffeine high and decided to see what Bridgette would be like. XD

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It was only now that she was curious of her partner's identity.

Bridgette had already made the items (honestly, it was freezing out there during patrol! She was lucky that he had actually thought about doing something to help) and they were wearing them right now, trying not to get bird poop on the fabric.

She observed him from the corner of her eye, distracting Mr. Pigeon in what was bound to be their last fight with him.

Because this time they actually had the police at the ready to capture him as soon as they took away his bird-call.

Unfortunately, she had recently gotten the feeling that she didn't want Chat Noir to know. As weird as it was, since she had already told herself that he was the first person that she would tell. Whether he knew it or not, he was extremely protective of her in the mask alone if she tripped- she could hardly imagine what he would be like if he knew her in real life. Always tripping over herself, getting in trouble easily…

She really didn't want him to know. Not to mention that it could ruin their team dynamic- he definitely had to know her in real life or know one of her friends to know that she sometimes did commissions for special occasions.

She skidded across the icy rooftop, getting into position under and behind Mr. Pigeon. Then she jumped up and grabbed his legs through the pigeons that he was standing on, tugging him towards the earth and throwing him down. The bird-call broke upon impact, and the police forces instantly moved forward to restrain him.

"Far worse will befall upon you pestering idiots!" He exclaimed. "Rrrrrooo, rrrrooollllooo- llloooo! Hawkmoth will only send another, Ladybug and Chat Noir! You are doomed!"

"Just get in there, bird-brain." One of the police officers said. Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief, holding her fist out to Chat Noir.

"Pound it." It had become a ritual of sorts- after every fight, they would knock fists together in celebration.

"So, Milady." Chat Noir leaned in a bit, invading her personal space. "Patrol tonight at the Eiffel tower?"

"Wouldn't miss it." Ladybug said with a smile. The chief of the police walked up to them professionally.

"Thank you for helping us detain Mr. Pigeon." He said, shivering a bit when the icy wind passed them by. Snow covered his hat, showing that it had begun to snow heavily during the battle.

"It was our pleasure." Chat Noir said. Their earrings and ring beeped in unison, and with a quick goodbye they sped away and to opposite sides of the school.

The attack had begun during the middle of second period, and as it was now lunch. They definitely had much to catch up on.

"I don't think that they're like that, Amber."

"What are you talking about? It's obvious isn't it? Just look at them!"

Bridgette curiously walked over to her two friends, Amber showing Natasha her phone.

"What's going on?"

"Bridgette!" Amber exclaimed. "You'll agree with me, right? LadyNoir is totes a thing."

"LadyNoir?" Bridgette asked. "What's that?"

Amber gasped in indignation, while Natasha sighed. "LadyNoir is the ship name that Amber came up with for Ladybug and Chat Noir- it's going around like crazy on the Ladyblog. She thinks that they're a couple."

"Just look!" Amber shoved the phone in Bridgette's face, and Bridgette blinked a bit, surprised as she stared at a photo taken of them talking during patrol. "Just look at the way that he stares at her while she talks! At the very least, he has to have feelings for her!"

"Who are you talking about?" The three girls turned to look at Felix, who walked forward and stood next to Bridgette.

"Hello, Felix." Bridgette said happily. "Was the problem at the company solved?"

"Yes, some new idiot accidentally mixed up some numbers. It took forever to sort everything out. And how is your father's shop?"

"It's going well- he and maman just panicked quite a bit about losing some artwork, when in reality it was under their bed. Then I got caught up in the attack on the way home…"

"I see." He looked back at Natasha and Amber, who were staring at them with raised eyebrows. He decided that he didn't want to know. "And what's this about someone having feelings for someone?"

"Chat Noir obviously has a crush on Ladybug at least." Amber said, calmly showing him the photo. "You don't look at someone like that without having some feelings of attraction."

"He…" Felix studied himself at Chat Noir closely, remembering that look on his father's face when mother was still around. His heart squeezed, something uncomfortable falling into his stomach. "He does look like he loves her, doesn't he?"

"Finally!" Amber exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air. "Someone here agrees with me!"

"B-But he can't be in love with her!" Bridgette exclaimed suddenly, eyes wide. "Th-They have secret identities and stuff, right? How can he love someone who always wears a mask?"

Did he actually? She found it hard to believe. He just had a rough home life and needed someone to be around, he didn't actually have a crush for her, right?

The sinking feeling in Felix's stomach grew at Bridgette's words. Unknownst to her, he had actually learned quite a lot about Ladybug in their time together, though she had never told him directly. Her favorite color was either red, pink, blue, or green, she loved fashion and cooking, she hated science with a passion, loved strategies, was an only child, had several friends, was a regular clutz, adored hamsters and cats, was only a few months younger than him, admired his father, loved to see things to the end, willing to give everyone a second chance, stubborn, kind, caring, gentle, sweet, teasing…

Cute.

Sexy.

Mysterious.

His heart skipped a beat at the thought of her and all of her qualities- he didn't even realize that he was attracted to her until Amber pointed it out!.

Had he been so invested in the mystery of who she was, that he had slowly began to fall for her? Had he been so wrapped up in finding out who she was for himself, that he didn't even realize that he had fallen when he had?

When had his feelings even surfaced? He didn't know when he started to feel like this, or if he had actually felt like this since the beginning.

He handed the phone back to Amber, lost in thought, unaware of the argument that had broken out.

"Hey, Felix, why don't you go on to class?" Amber asked a few minutes later, bringing him to the present.

"Sure, just make sure that she's not late." He said, earning a nod from the girls before he turned and walked away.

"What's the deal?" Bridgette asked. "Why did Felix have to leave?"

"Because, I don't think you know what you feel for him." Amber said.

"What?"

"Even I can tell that you like him a lot, Bridgette." Natasha said, putting a hand on her shoulder. "More than a friend should."

"He just needs someone to be there for him." Bridgette said stubbornly. Amber rolled her eyes as Natasha tried again.

"We just want you to be careful. We know how easy it is, Bri. To fall in love and for it to hurt."

"I don't have a crush on him." Her heart fluttered like the traitor it was, and her cheeks flushed. "I have to go to class now- I'll see you later Natasha, Amber!"

One thing was for sure, she would be talking to Tikki about this. She would know how to help Bridgette figure out what all this meant.

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The man scowled, staring at the news reporter as she went on about the arrest of his pawn.

No matter. It had given him plenty of time to prepare their next opponent.

"You will not fail me." Hawkmoth said, glancing behind him, but not turning around the see the figure bowing to him. "After all, as soon as I find her and bring her home, you will be able to find your family once more. I promised that I would help you, and I do not go back on my word."

"Yes, sir." The man said, not standing up.

"The hat on your head contains a neurotransmitter- it will help you when you 'mime' your weapons. You can't mime anything too big, unfortunately. There should be enough supplies scattered across the city, thanks to Mr. Pigeon, for you to create some fear and chaos."

"Yes sir."

"While you fight them, you must take on the vow of silence." Hawkmoth continued. "And stay in character. My son is not to learn of this as well, you must be careful. He is observant, and he doesn't need to know that his father is doing this to find his mother."

"Yes sir."

"Is everything set in place?"

"As you requested, sir."

"Good. You may rise, Mime." The figure behind him stood. "We shall make our appearance at precisely 9:30 tonight. You are dismissed." The tall and broad figure left the room, leaving Hawkmoth to stare at the picture of his wife on the wall.

"Anna." He said softly, entirely convinced. "There are some complications in my plan. Nothing big, but soon you will be back here. A complete family again. So just you wait, I'm not going to be leaving anytime soon."

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