Author's Note: Reminder that this is a fluff fic and that there probably won't be a whole lot of drama! Thank you for reading~

Marinette was still in shock that Adrien had asked her out. Her brain could hardly comprehend this reality.

And the fact that she had agreed wasn't helping with the frying of her brain, or rather, it was helping to ensure that her brain fried. She could scarcely believe herself.

Things were, complicated. A part of her wasn't even sure why she had agreed to date him in the first place, having had run with the flow of the moment instinctively. She had just come to terms with her feelings for Chat Noir and yet there she was, dating Adrien Agreste.

She felt horrible for having done it. Though it was hard to ignore how much closer they had been getting ever since he had offered to buy her a coffee. They went out often. They spoke often. She was actually coherent and verbose when they were together, though there was a nagging suspicion that that ability did not only develop because of how comfortable she got with him.

Marinette was getting better. She knew she was. But something gave when he asked her out. Something that pulled out every embarrassing stutter and idolizing attitude out from the depths of her younger self and spilled them out in front of him. Just thinking about him kind of made her just a little bit giddy. He was her crush after all.

Marinette lay on her chaise lounge, dreaming about their first official date, which would ultimately lead to a second, and third, which would be followed with a proposal and marriage and a pet hamster and children and growing old together. They could go on all sorts of dates; café dates, movie dates, shopping dates, sunset dates, picnic dates, walks through the parks in the evening dates.

Her mind was arrested by the memory of her evening patrols.

She had to tell him. She had to tell Adrien. If they were going to be together, she had to tell him. It was only fair. But how to do it.

The day she approached him was a lovely one. The whether was perfectly acceptable and it was not too warm to too cold. That being said, she could not enjoy a single thing about it.

"Adrien, I need to be honest with you," Marinette began, sitting down on the couch beside her boyfriend.

"Alright."

"I need to tell you something."

"I'm listening." He turned to face her, his expression as serious as he could muster.

"And, you can't laugh. Or think that I'm lying. Or tell anyone. Or think that I'm crazy." The worry in her eyes seemed more serious than he expected and his brows furrowed at the sight of them.

"I won't do any of those things," he promised. She took a deep and long breath.

"Do you know, Ladybug?" The mention of her name sent a chill down Adrien's spine. He wondered if Marinette had found out about his incessant crush on the superheroine.

"Ladybug? The superheroine that goes around saving Paris almost daily? The one in a red suit with black polka-dots?"

"Yes."

"Then yes, I do know Ladybug."

"Right, and do you like her?" Adrien flushed at the statement and did his best not to blubber as he spoke.

"Well, she's amazing. Of course, I like her," he replied, trying his best not to look like he was confessing his love and admiration to Ladybug in front of his new girlfriend who was potentially that very same person but he very much tried to ignore that inkling. Marinette reddened deeply and closed her eyes, bracing herself for impact.

"I'm Ladybug." Adrien blinked.

"What?" The shock was suppressing all coherent connections he had ever made to his new girlfriend and long time superheroine partner. He had been right. He had been right for so long and couldn't bring himself to see it.

"I'm, Ladybug," Marinette repeated, having gone from bracing herself to grimacing.

"You're Ladybug."

"Yes."

"You're the woman behind the mask."

"Yes."

"Ladybug, that fights crime with Chat Noir." Marinette winced at the topic she had most wanted to avoid.

"Yes." She looked at him cautiously. It looed like he didn't believe her. Or at least, that he was having a very difficult time believing her. He stared at her intensely, making comparisons as best he could, eyes fluttering to different points of her face.

Marinette stood, and called forth a transformation, having decided this was what she wanted to do from the beginning. Her heart raced as she allowed the magic to course over her, imagining the look on Adrien's face when she opened her eyes.

It wasn't exactly what she had expected.

There was a mixture of shock, awe, excitement, and familiarity.

"You're Ladybug," he whispered to himself. Marinette reached up to the mask on her face and willed it to slid off at her touch, to which it obeyed.

Adrien's heart felt like it could explode.

Author's Note: Hey! Thank you all for your wonderful comments and feedback. I just want to let you know I'm taking them all into consideration and trying to clarify things as I edit. I just want to remind you that these were all written out of order and that they were originally written as one shots. Things probably didn't make complete sense when I posted them and putting them back together may make things look funny.

I know we haven't seen much of Marinette and Adrien interacting on a regular basis, but the fic is supposed to be a fast track of their entire lives. Also, I want to express that I think it's normal that even if she can have articulate conversations with Adrien that she would fan girl when she gets home because she likes him. I don't know, I do it. Sorry I just wanted to clear that up, I know I haven't written enough about their development and stuff but it wasn't my goal. Sorry! Thanks again for the feedback, I'll always answer questions (if they're not spoilers) and consider any criticism.