It wasn't every night Marinette would be awake on her rooftop, but tonight felt special, the way the breeze played with the branches of the trees outside and the grass rippled down below seemed more magical than ever. 

She tapped her wrist to the rail and felt a large wind sweep her bangs off her forehead and relaxed her shoulders willingly, slipping forward and resting her chin atop the rail.

She recalled the events of that morning, what had seemed like a regular unmemorable occasion she had the power now to turn into a forecast for the events of this night. 

She swung round on her balcony and dashed to her potted plants atop the roof, scanning each one with curiosity before spying a dark-red ladybug batting its wings and taking careful steps down the leaf of the green sprouting.

Stars dotted the night sky above and she let out a half-elated sigh, "I guess there was beauty all along." 

A feeling of sincerity washed over her and she drowned in a short serenade of silence, everything spiraling around her when she turned back away from the plants and began shortly before stumbling into a leather figure and dipping backward.

"Agh!" She yelped, almost hitting the ground when a hand caught her head and she pulled herself upright, locking eye contact with the figure. 

"Chat!" She grumbled, tipping forward and pulling herself away from him.

His green eyes softly dilated as he bowed and purred, "Good evening, princess." She fumbled away from him and caught his belt in her hand, spinning it playfully. 

"Good evening, Chat...I suppose you'd have a good reason to be here tonight?" 

He sighed, "I should...but I don't." 

Marinette sighed too and looked away from him, "Do you just want to...talk..." she suggested and he smiled down at her romantically bearing his gaze lightly and trying not to disturb her as best as he could.

"What would you like to do?" He asked, a hint of favor in his voice as Marinette revolved back to him with a small, unreadable expression, "I'll talk then." Chat smirked, her voice made him feel easy and homey, unlike his father's stray, dry, cold voice. 

He shivered to have the thought brought upon himself and Marinette's lively voice refilled the air, "Today Alya and I had a blast at the front of the classroom! As we always do, but that's supposedly only because she's there too! And my Maman even packed me dumplings for lunch."

She announced the occasion so happily Chat almost felt envious of her beautiful soul, "Well I did a lot today too...I went to the park." 

Marinette rubbed her nose, "Huh? The park? Ohh! Sounds fun! What did you do there?"

Chat laughed heartily and shook his head, "I didn't actually find that part very memorable...mostly boring..." He muttered the last part so Marinette couldn't hear the displeasure in his voice. 

They were silent for a bit, neither of them said a word, it was still when Marinette's bubbly voice wasn't in the air, an eerie, cold, still. 

Chat Noir shivered and he found an idea, "How about I make tonight memorable? How do you feel about a little midnight walk, princess?" Marinette was a bit startled by the offer, a walk with Chat Noir did sound nice but that would mean her bedtime was entirely contingent on Chat Noir and she didn't quite trust him to take her home on time--but of course that might as well have been a silly excuse her mind had thought up in the absence of time.

"Another time, Chat Noir," she sighed and noticed his sorrowful expression and baby-doll eyes staring up at her. She couldn't stand those baby-doll eyes, peering up at her with the delicacy of time and glass, they were too precious to dismiss, "Fine..." she agreed unwillingly and he instantly stood to his feet and kissed her hand very gentlemen-like which caused her to chuckle lightly as he stepped back and lowered his stick over the edge of the balcony.

"Ladies first," he raised his brow cunningly and smiled as Marinette slipped into his arms, he could feel the edge of her light pajamas wrinkle and quickly blushed, before slipping his hand up higher to her back and feeling her shoulder blades instead. 

She leaned into his chest and he flew off to the ground, balancing on his stick, and whispered before she could open her eyes, "Keep your eyes closed, I have a surprise."

"A surprise..?" Marinette chortled as Chat Noir dropped into the Eiffel tower and stood at the very top with his green eyes reflecting in the ludicrous moonlight. 

He dropped her down to the platform and watched as her doll face cocked toward the sky and her eyes fluttered open, "Do you like it?" He smiled, pacing his thoughts in his head, over-excitement was beginning to get the best of him.

"Wh-Chat! It's beautiful! Do you come up here every night?" She asked with patient eyes, those eyes, they were gorgeous and looked flawless. 

"I-" He started, shocked by his loss for words.

"Not every night, Princess. Only pretty nights..." He breathed out and they spoke at the same time, Marinette finishing his sentence with him, "...Like this one." 

She sighed, he sighed, she looked down below at the streets of Paris shimmering with a bar of light gold and a beautiful yellow haze from the streetlamps.

Marinette's view flickered to Adrien's peaceful house, not a single light was slipping through the glass window and she wondered if he'd even be awake at this subtle hour. 

To think, his father had let him visit New York, but somehow she knew that nothing she did would make his father leave him to be him and see the rest of the world. It was very different with Chat, they'd seen places upon places, and they'd been on top of many buildings, catching a view of Paris at its finest, and still, there had been no view like this one.

"Are you sorry about something?" Marinette asked, unexpectedly and Chat's eyes darted to her, "Uhm, not particularly." 

His response was troubled by something running deep inside him, "Why?" 

He asked, a few seconds later and to Marinette's expectations she shrugged, "You're wearing such a sorrowful expression. It's not very hard to read you."

Her honest words hit Chat Noir right in the chest and he smiled, a bit of blush rising again in his cheeks when he picked her up again and she leaned back against his chest, "Ready to go home, princess?" 

She nodded and he jumped off the Eiffel Tower, catching himself with his stick and dropping Marinette off on her balcony.

"Until we meet again?" 

He asked, trying to read her expression as well as she'd done with his, but she kept her face simple and blank when she was with him, "Of course Chat." 

Chat Noir thanked her and flew off with nothing more than a single passing look behind him, Goodnight Marinette, he thought dismissingly.

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Adrien crashed on his bed in a long turn of exhaust, crumbling over to the side and tracing his fingers across the silk pillow embroidered with small yellow stars topped with shaded pearls.

They reminded him directly of Marinette's curious deep ocean irises and he groaned at the thought of her again.

Plagg circled up from behind him and snickered hysterically, "So how'd it go with your Princess?" 

He said romantically and Adrien retorted with a friendly sigh, flinging his arms out over the bed and expressing a happy smile, "She's a very good friend...what have I done to deserve her, Plagg?" 

Plagg shrugged and sighed, bored of all this romantic discord, "I'm starving," he groaned, clenching his stomach.

"Cheese is in the lower cabinets," Adrien commented before flopping his arms off the pillows and propping them under his head, staring at the ceiling when his thought train forced itself forward and flew around in his head, dropping questions all over his brain. 

And answers, he thought of answers to common questions, can you ever stop liking someone?

No, he thought with absolute confidence, if you love her, and she's amazing, you never really get over her, until you find someone else and your love only becomes less noticeable and more obsolete. But the truth? 

You can never stop liking the ones you love.

Ladybug is the only one for me, will always be the only one for me, and my feelings for her haven't become more and more obsolete. I suppose I'm the exception to my own answer, his thoughts stopped on his answer and his satisfaction car drove through, Even if I found someone else to change targets, it becomes a weed that I have to pull from my garden of hearts, and I can never pull it, because on the outside...

It's an innocent flower just like the rest of my garden.

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Hii reader!

You've probably been wondering why I haven't been updating and recently I don't have much to excuse myself for, recently I've become very invested in other fandoms and haven't been able to come back to Miraculous!

(If you're wondering I am now obsessed with Hamilton and The Owl House mostly pfft-)

I'm also editing this while I am sick with a cold in the middle of coronavirus so yeah..hehe, not so healthy -w-

But I do bid you a good day and good luck in trailing this story aha...