"Without thinking, she had placed a chase kiss on his forehead before running to the victim." –Miss Sweets 7, "Secrets to Tell"

"Tikki," said Marinette slowly, as the two of them exited the hospital where they had dropped off the injured civilian, "do you remember how, when Chat Noir and I were running across Europe trying to keep the Miraculous Master-Key away from Hawkmoth's Monarch Swarm, you taught me a way of kissing Chat that made him irresistible for half an hour to any creature of evil, so that the Swarm would be compelled to chase him even if he didn't have the Key on him?"

"Of course," said Tikki. "I was so proud of how quickly you picked that up, Marinette. By the time you reached Belarus, making the Chase Kiss was second nature to you; you didn't even have to think about it anymore."

"No," Marinette agreed grimly. "Trace a circle with my tongue, mouth Fascinent mala, and place my lips against his flesh for exactly a second and a half. It gets easy after a while – instinctive, even; the only natural way to kiss my partner."

Tikki cocked her head. "Marinette, is something wrong?" she said.

Before Marinette could reply, there was a commotion in front of the hospital, and Chat Noir came running hell-for-leather down the Rue Mûrier, pursued hotly by a cloud of akumas, three different Amoks, a coven of vampires from the Quai Voltaire, and Chloe Bourgeois in a string bikini. "Thanks a lot, Bugaboo!" they heard him shout with breathless irony as the procession thundered past.

Marinette sighed. "Habit can be an insidious thing, Tikki."

"The kind of dark ware a person couldn't tell if it was late at night or early in the morning." –BlackMouse101, "Miraculous Shanghai Redo"

As the moon rose over the Arc de Triomphe, a stuffed owl alighted upon the magazine kiosk where an akumatized antique-store owner stood tapping his foot impatiently. "I have found what you wished, Master," it said. "The girl Ladybug lives above a bakery not far from this spot; I can lead you to it in a matter of minutes, and her Miraculous will be at your mercy."

"Good, good," Bric-à-Braqueur muttered. "But you might have gotten here sooner, my child. You're almost an hour late; Hawkmoth will not be pleased."

"Don't be absurd, Master," said the owl airily. "Others of your dark wares might be delayed by nocturnal misadventure, but not I. I am a creature of the night itself, no more capable of being late during the night than I am of arriving ahead of time when once morning has dawned."

Bric-à-Braqueur frowned. "It isn't a question of your abilities, my child," he said. "It is a matter of plain fact. You were supposed to return by 22h45, and it is now…"

He trailed off, as the owl was humming a snatch from Clair de Lune in a way that made it plain that it was no longer listening to anything he said. He snorted, and shook his head; evidently this was the sort of malignly enchanted unit of trading stock to which one simply couldn't communicate certain ideas.

"All right, all right," he said. "Have it your way. You were exactly on time, and couldn't possibly have been anything else. What do I care? Now, lead me to Ladybug."

"Luka let out a soft gasp, and Marinette was about to take his hand and bring them both to bed, but Marinette was caught off guard by Luka lifting her up bridle style." –Emiko Gale, "Nighttime Melody"

"Ow!" Luka reeled back, rubbing the stinging welt on his cheek where his would-be conquest's slap had landed. "Marinette, that hurt!"

"Well, I should hope so!" Marinette snapped. "Honestly, Luka, I don't so much mind your grabbing me by the hair and yanking me up off the ground like a horse's bridle, but what in the name of all that is holy did you think you were doing with your left hand?"

"The same thing you're always supposed to do with a bridle," Luka mumbled petulantly. "Holding the bit."

"The bit," Marinette repeated, her eyes narrowing.

"Yes."

"I see. Well, the next time you try that with some unsuspecting girl, maybe you could think about picking a less naughty bit, hmm?"

"Now normally he would just jump out the window as Car Noir, but he couldn't go flying across the rooftops in broad daylight." –burningbaconwrites, "Birthday Cake"*

"I mean, if there were an akuma attack, that would be another matter," said Adrien. "But I'd feel guilty doing it just for training or whatever. What if somebody's up on his roof preparing his garden for the spring thaw or something, and I run him over?"

"It's a risk, sure," said the tiny black convertible hovering beside his shoulder. "But part of being Voiture Noire is learning how to control your destructiveness, and you can't succeed at that if you never risk failure. And anyway, what use are you going to be in a daytime akuma attack if you've only ever practiced stunt-driving in the dead of night?"

"I know all that, Plagg," said Adrien with a sigh. "It's just…"

At this point, he was interrupted by the sudden noise of a terrified mob outside his window, and he and Plagg glanced out to see a twelve-year-old girl in purple armor springing across the skyline, blasting random civilians as she went with a ray that froze them into white crystal. "Take that, Maman!" she shouted. "Four years I waited for a proper birthday party, and then you wouldn't let me have the cake I wanted because it had too much sugar in it! Well, now all of Paris will have nothing but sugar in it, once Leap Baby's been through!"

Plagg cocked a headlight at Adrien. "What was that you were saying just now about akuma attacks?" he said.

"Touché." Adrien raised his ring. "Plagg, start my engines!"

*Sorting-Head tip to Miss Breeziness for finding this one.