It's been a while.

I'm in Spain now! I'm living here for a year and I've been bingewatching Miraculous again so I thought I'd dip back into the world of fanfiction. Can't guarantee how long I'll stay, but at least I'm here, I guess.

See y'all in 7 months probably oops

~BH

The Best Patrol

The disco on Saturday would be a perfect opportunity for him and Marinette to hang out without looking even remotely suspicious, and Adrien knew that all too well. So when he arrived at the house he made Nathalie his first port of call. Knowing his Father would be far too occupied to even think about his only son at this time of the day, and that Nathalie would be more likely to empathise with him, he was happy to see that she was there to greet him as soon as he walked through the grand doors of his home.

"Good Afternoon. You need to get changed and be ready for your photoshoot in 10 minutes. Okay?" Although his Father's assistant did feel some affection towards him, she was always one to get straight to the point, mainly to keep her own job as well as to make sure Adrien didn't step out of line. Adrien nodded to her before dashing upstairs, making a quick job of getting ready before returning.

"What is my schedule for tomorrow evening, Nathalie?" He asked her, in as casual a manner as possible. Nathalie paused before reaching for a tablet and scrolling down the screen, her eyes followed her fingers as she browsed.

"You have your Chinese lesson until 6:30, like you do every Saturday." She said, as if she wasn't so swamped by his busy schedule that she remembered all his regular classes. "Do you have other plans?"

Adrien hesitated, took a deep breath, and composed himself. "My friend Nino has a set at the Disco Saturday evening, and I'd really like to go and support him and spend time with my friends, especially since it doesn't affect my schedule."

Nathalie's expression softened a little, and consulted the tablet in front of her. "You do have a fitting the following morning. Your Father has decided you need new formalwear. I could arrange for a lift there and back providing that you don't stay out too late…" Adrien's hopes shot up "… and that your Father approves." Adrien's hopes came crashing down.

"I'm happy to be picked up at whatever time is most suitable." Adrien said calmly, suppressing his emotions easily, like he had done for the past year or so. "I will seek Father's approval myself if I have to."

"Very well." Nathalie replied, sighing at his determination, knowing that it was likely to end badly for him. She put away the tablet and ushered him into the waiting car, but not before adding "Social appointment" into his already brimming schedule. As much as she feared Gabriel Agreste's fury, she firmly agreed that his son deserved some freedom, especially now he was 16.

The photoshoot was over quickly, Adrien was easy to work with and especially when his Father wasn't present. Now that he was older his Father left him in the hands of his many assistants, and had done so ever since Adrien had started going to school. Part of him missed his Father being there because it was the only time he ever truly looked proud, although in hindsight it was probably pride at his designs and not pride for him.

The rest of his schedule was uneventful, especially since he was having dinner alone again. Finally pulling out his phone from his pocket he glanced at his notifications, scanning the messages for a certain someone. Nino asked if he'd had any luck with his father, Chloe had sent him a couple inviting him to a different, fancier event on Saturday, and then he saw another one from Marinette.

Hello this is definitely not Alya messaging on behalf of Marinette because if you thought so you were WRONG. Nino's set is on Saturday and it would be SUPER COOL if you could come with us. I'm sure Marinette would love it if you were there. - Not Alya :-)

It was from a few hours ago so they may have gone to their separate homes by now, but he decided not to take the risk. I'd love to come! I'll probably have to be picked up early though. He texted back, hoping that was vague enough that it wasn't suspicious. Luckily his phone beeped within minutes. I'm so glad you can make it kitty, I'll see you at 8 tonight? - Mari x

Most certainly, my lady - A xxxx

The hours dragged before she could see Adrien again, and although she spent some time with Alya she was very unoccupied. She dragged herself over to her desk and started to draw.

Not long after she was looking at the rough drawing of a black dress. Black and green lace danced across the chest area and she was debating adding a green petticoat underneath. Maybe it could detach? She loved the idea of multipurpose dresses, and being able to take one idea and manipulate in many different ways. It was also a way for her to wear glamorous dresses and then still be able to wear them casually, not that she went to formal events often.

Closing her sketchbook, she looked at her clock and realised she only had ten minutes to meet Adrien, or in this case, Chat Noir. Remembering not to call him by his civilian name during akuma battles was going to be difficult, but it was necessary. Summoning Tikki, who was nestled in her cookie jar, she transformed and ascended the ladder to her balcony. From there, she swung into the night.

Chat Noir was already waiting when she arrived, which was unsurprising. However as soon as their eyes met they were drawn to each other. Green to Blue, Black to Red, Light to Dark, Marinette to Adrien.

He scooped her up in an embrace, a tender one, one that could be seen as platonic from afar. This time, to them, was different. He felt Ladybug return the hug, running her fingers down his back and resting comfortably against his chest. What was even more special was that when he gently kissed her forehead, she didn't make any attempt to move away from him.

Patrol went smoothly, they consoled a young woman who had recently lost her grandmother who was walking alone in the streets. The grief was almost overwhelming as she had been so close to her but after some wise words seemed determined to continue pursuing her ambitions and in turn stopped a potential Akuma attack.

Sitting on a rooftop on the outskirts of Paris, Chat Noir had never felt so comfortable in his life. Ladybug's leg was touching his, and her hand was absently stroking his leg. He had an arm loosely draped across her shoulders, and she turned to him and smiled.

It was so pure, and so perfect, and he knew he didn't want anything to change.

"I reckon we could kick it up a notch tomorrow" Ladybug said, a glint of mischief in her eye that Chat Noir almost couldn't imagine in Marinette. Until he remembered that she used to be more confident with absolutely everyone except him.

"What do you mean?" He replied, excited at the thought that he could show some more affection to Marinette in public. He knew she deserved to be swept off her feet, but they couldn't draw attention to it.

"When the music is playing tomorrow, dance with me. Alya will be there, but just pay a little more attention to me than you would have. That way we can make it less surprising if anything does happen."

Anything does happen? Chat Noir thought, imagining kissing her in the middle of the club with everyone watching, staring at him in envy, staring at her in envy. He could show the world that she was his girlfriend.

"Sound perfect" He whispered, millimetres from her lips, so close that they brushed hers as he spoke. She shivered with giddy happiness.

He closed the gap and kissed her like he had been meaning to kiss her all night, but he didn't want to startle her or seem too intense. He was torn between making up for lost time and being wholeheartedly aware that they had so many years ahead of them. Although they were most definitely exploring each others' bodies with their hands, neither of them could feel it as much due to their suits. Knowing it was too dangerous to remove their transformations on a rooftop in plain sight, Chat Noir settled with cupping her face which wasn't costumed, other than her mask.

Ladybug was in pure bliss. Knowing this was Adrien, and that she finally had the boy of her dreams, contented her. She savoured every moment. Although she was very much the person with the plan, the fact that she wanted to declare to the world that he was her soulmate was consuming her, but she suppressed it, her practical superhero logic taking over.

In the meantime, at least they had this.