Evening came and the city of Paris buzzed with activity, as it was the last weekend of summer vacation. Ladybug breathed in the crisp night air, hopping from roof to roof to rendezvous with her partner. A few blocks away from the Louvre, the quiet, unassuming edifice of the Saint Germain l'Auxerrois stood tall and stoic, as it always did; its stately gothic arches and ancient pillars contrasting with the chaotic energy and noise of its modern surroundings.

Ladybug spotted the distant figure of Chat Noir at the balcony of the church's bell tower, where they'd agreed to meet. He leaned on the railing, looking content as he observed the scenery.

She nimbly landed beside him and chirped, "Hey, you!"

He turned around, his countenance brightening instantly. "My Lady! It's so great to see your lovely face again."

Ladybug's insides fluttered upon hearing him use her usual nickname, the feeling becoming increasingly familiar the more time she spent with him, both in and out of the costume.

"Um, I brought some snacks from a little shop down the street," she said, lifting up a small bag to demonstrate.

"Yum! That sounds wonderful, thank you!" Chat reached into his belt pocket, bringing out a small, rectangular box. "And I brought some playing cards!"

"Cool! I love card games! Where'd you get them?" she asked, feigning ignorance.

Chat rubbed the back of his neck and smiled wide, his cheeks becoming rosy; a look that was simply adorable on him. "Marinette gave them to me, actually. She got me some boxes full of really amazing stuff she thought I'd like. And I swear, she's gotta have magical powers or something, 'cause they were all totally spot on." He rubbed his arm absently. "She's so nice... I can't believe she went out of her way just to help me feel more at home."

Ladybug's cheeks grew warm, feeling almost guilty for hearing him talk about her secret identity in such a favorable way without him knowing. Unsure of how to reply, she wordlessly offered the bag so he could pick out a snack.

"So, how did the cashier react to seeing Ladybug walking into their shop?" he asked, reaching inside. "Was he surprised?"

She chuckled. "I didn't buy them as Ladybug, silly. I got them as myself. My civilian self, that is."

"Oh! O-of course," he replied with an embarrassed smile. "It's easy to forget you're not always Ladybug. Th-that is– obviously you're always Ladybug, b-but not necessarily walking around as Ladybug, it's just... y-you– uhh..."

She giggled, placing a hand on his shoulder. "It's okay, I know what you mean. We don't know what the other looks like, so it's hard to mentally picture anything else." She placed a finger on her chin, tapping it thoughtfully. "I bet that in real life, you're actually a pirate with a peg leg. A daring, swashbuckling outlaw with a hook for a hand and a secret cave full of gold," she said jokingly. "Oh! But you like music, right? So, maybe you're actually a professional violinist. World renowned! Or, since you're pretty athletic, I bet you're secretly a circus acrobat! Are you in Cirque du Soleil, by any chance?"

"Ha ha, you're hilarious," he deadpanned. Then he leaned forward, quirking a flirtatious smile and waggling his eyebrows, and replied, "Obviously, I'm the quick-witted and dashing Han Solo type. Breaking hearts and taking names. People stop in the streets, jaws dropping, and they gape as I walk by, admiring my charms."

"PFFT!" Ladybug snickered at his clowning and replied, lilting, "Oh, I'm sure. I can see it now." Her voice went into a falsetto and she swooned, clasping her hands together, "Oh, Monsieur Solo Noir, you are such a handsome rogue! Won't you whisk me away in your Catmobile into the sunset?"

He gave a small, amused hum. "So... you think I'm handsome, huh?" he asked, turning his body towards her, and straightened up his spine, placing a hand on his hip and cocking it with a smug grin.

Heat exploded throughout the girl's body, all the blood rushing to her face. Plagg's words about Chat's crush suddenly popped to the forefront of her mind, and her thoughts became a jumble.

She stammered, "W-well, I mean, obviously you must already be aware th-that you're conventionally attractive, b-but I-I, that is, it's not like I just sit and ogle you like some kind of perv or something, but you're definitely— y-you're very– uhhh..." She continued babbling, hands flapping like flags.

Chat couldn't help but laugh. "You're so adorable when you get all flustered, Buginette. And I really mean that in the best way."

Ladybug pursed her lips together into a thin line. AUGH, this... this GUY!!! Why did she have to act so foolish around the two blond boys that she'd hung out with today?! She never knew she had a type. But that must be it, right?? That she apparently had a thing for tall, green-eyed blondes? Was that what was going on, or was she actually crushing on Chat Noir while already in love with Adrien? Was that even possible?? Was she simply projecting her desire to be loved onto Chat because she knew he had a crush on her, whereas Adrien did not? That would be unfair to him; he didn't deserve to be some rebound love. She needed to figure out whether her feelings were genuine, or if she was just being shallow and largely motivated by hormones.

UGH!! Why was everything so incredibly confusing?! Not that it mattered. By this point, they both probably thought she was a giant clod, what with her tendency to constantly make an utter fool of herself.

Thankfully, Chat took pity on her and changed the subject back. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. And actually, you were partly right. I am into music. Although I play piano, not violin." He turned back towards the scenery, leaning on the balcony railing, and asked, "So, how about you? What are you like?"

Settling down from her utter failure at being suave, she replied, sighing, "Well... it's hard to say. I'm a bit of a hot mess, actually."

"Pfft, you?? No way! You always seem so on top of everything," he replied, incredulous. "Although... I definitely believe the 'hot' part," he teased with a wink.

Stifling a squeak, Ladybug's insides seemed to seize up, and she fought the urge to jump off the belltower to prevent him from noticing her surely crimson-colored face. Attempting to sound aloof, she replied, "You flirt. I bet you say that to all the girls."

"Would it upset you if I did?" he asked, voice inscrutable.

Her eyes popped open and she whipped her head around, the heat in her body inexplicably replaced with an uncomfortable chill down her spine. Was she... jealous?! She didn't have any right to be. She had no claims on him. But knowing that didn't make the thought of Chat lauding praise and paying special attention to someone else any less unpleasant, and she couldn't help but feel mad at herself for feeling as such.

"Uh... I'm–" her gaze darted away nervously, trying to figure out what to say without embarrassing herself.

He scooted closer to her, shoulders almost touching, and leaned back on the balcony. He playfully bumped his hip against hers. "No need to be jealous, Bugaboo. Believe it or not, I'm actually kinda shy in real life, and pretty socially awkward; almost painfully so. Any attempts at flirting are clumsy at best, if I ever even bother to try."

"I-I wasn't jealous!" she huffed.

Veeerrrrry convincing, Marinette, she thought to herself.

"B-but anyway, I never knew that you were actually shy," she continued. "You always seemed so confident." It seemed there was a lot more to discover about her new partner; things she never would have guessed based on his demeanor, back when they were enemies.

Chat shifted the topic away from himself and began shuffling the cards as he sat on the floor. "So, before I interrupted you with my lame attempt at flirting, you were gonna talk about yourself. What do you do when you're not Ladybug-ing and saving Paris from corrupted butterflies?"

Ladybug giggled and joined him on the floor as he dealt the cards. "Well, I enjoy making crafts, especially designing and making clothes. I'm great at baking. I love scrapbooking and journals. My favorite subject in school is art..."

A few hours, several games, and countless laughs later, the pair reluctantly agreed that it was time to part ways.

"Thanks for meeting up with me tonight, Ladybug," Chat said, voice a bit quiet. "I haven't had this much fun in a long time, so it really means a lot," he added, timidly rubbing the back of his neck.

Ladybug's stomach did a tiny flip. She wasn't sure whether she was happy that he'd enjoyed himself because of her, or if she was sad because he'd hardly ever been allowed to have fun.

She shifted her weight, twiddling her fingers and replied, "I had a lot of fun too, Chat. I'm really glad we did this. We should turn it into a regular thing."

He replied, voice husky, "I'd love that." A shade of pink spread across his face, and he cleared his throat. He abruptly straightened up and sauntered towards her, wearing a smirk. "Soooo... can I walk you home?" he asked playfully. "I do want to be a gentleman for My Lady, after all."

Ladybug snorted and lightly shoved his shoulder. "Nice try, Chaton. But a Lady's gotta have her secrets."

Before he could reply, Ladybug's communicator beeped urgently with a notification, which could only mean one thing:

An akuma attack.

Ladybug sighed, stretching her arms over her head. "Welp... looks like our time together just got an extension." She winked at Chat and asked, "Ready to go kick some akuma butt?"

He smiled, his hand reaching for hers and giving it a tight squeeze. "With pleasure."

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TFW your dad's such a stingy S.O.B. that he only gives you one shirt to wear 🤣

(In this AU, Adrien wears glasses! He only wears contact lenses for photoshoots/modeling) :3c