Red and Blue make Purple

And even more reverse crush AU headcanons

-Marinette is a huge fan of Chat noir, (Obviously) Including having several pieces of chat noir merchandise. Items including, (A chat hat, a phone key chain etc).

-Alya always helps her friend get the latest scoops on Chat noir merchandise as well as pictures. Because she is such a good friend.

-Marinette even has a few “Chat inspired” designs. Though she refuses to show anyone them.

-During the dark cupid episode, Ladybug was the one who was turned evil. Thus chat noir had to save her, via through a kiss. After the mission, he apologized to her about it. Ladybug forgave him, on the condition that the next one was when she was okay with it. Chat noir agreed, (thinking she was messing with him).

-Later that night she was a blushing mess about the scenario and was absolutely bubbly the next day, especially since she also received a response for her failed love letter to chat noir, ( which wasn’t signed, but noticed a black cat run across her balcony after she read it, so of course she believed it was him)

-Adrien is a bit shy around Marinette, though he doesn’t stutter (often) , he is unusually formal when speaking with her, making him very stiff around her. He slowly loosens up and is able to talk a bit more relaxed.

-Chat noir is not aware of Ladybug’s feelings for him. He thinks the flirting is simply banter and being friends. He doesn’t think much of it. Though he is very reliant on her.

- Ladybug is still the more protective of her identity then chat is, and thus wouldn’t reveal it, unless Chat noir coaxed her into it.

Anonymous asked:

ladrien, secret

part 14
THREE SHOUTOUTS:
FIRST AND FOREMOST FOREVER IS @mirthalia WHO YOU MAY OR MAY NOT KNOW IS MY LOVELY BETA, BUT IS ALSO THE ULTIMATE ENABLER AND THE BEST SUPPORT I COULD EVER ASK FOR THANK YOU FOR LITERALLY EVERYTHING
SECOND IS TO @theywaitforshewho WHO MODS @ladrienintensifies WHO HAS THE BEST TAGS ON EVERYTHING EVER AND IS probably the reason i decided to actually continue this dumb thing THANK YOU FOR YOUR WONDERFUL, RIDICULOUS, GLORIOUS ENTHUSIASM (and brilliant writing who am i kidding)
AND THIRD IS TO @daughterofthestars08 WHO DREW THIS BEAUTIFUL LADRIEN FANART MONTHS AGO, WHICH WAS THE SECOND REASON I DECIDED TO CONTINUE THIS THING, because i’ve wanted to write something based off that glorious picture and song for aaaaages and this entire fic was me low-key working towards that art THANK YOU FOR BEING BRILLIANT
in other news this is late af but HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, ALL <333333

The fact that Adrien was also Chat Noir was a secret he fully intended to keep — right up until Ladybug tried to kiss him.

They’d been talking, as they often did as of late, card game scattered and forgotten on the bedspread beneath them in the late-afternoon light.

Ladybug had been more open since that night on the roof. More open to specifics, specifically, letting little details of her life slip through that she never would have before.

Adrien had known that she knew her fashion icons, but now he knew that she knew them because she was interested in becoming a designer. He’d known she’d taken classes in using a bo staff, but now he knew that that was only the tip of the veritable iceberg of various martial arts classes she’d taken over the years, and that she’d quit them all to make time for superhero-ing. He’d known that she was a highly skilled video game player, but he now knew that that was because video games were her and her father’s bonding activity of choice.

He hoarded all this information greedily, snatching up all the precious hints about the person she was elsewhere, filing it away with a single-minded dedication that surprised even him.

(She was more relaxed around Chat, too, and he didn’t know what to make of it. While she’d always relaxed a little when she was by his side (something that sent his mind into a tailspin whenever he noticed or remembered it), the easy smiles and casual touches she gave him now were single-handedly destroying him from the inside out, starting with the dead center of his heart.

He knew he was in love with her, but this was getting ridiculous — if she kept looking at him like that, it wasn’t going to be an akuma that got him: he was going to die braining himself on a lamppost.)

In any case they’d been talking, and maybe what was being said was inconsequential or maybe it wasn’t. The details were hazy, fluid, lost in her eyes and the cadence of her voice.

He hadn’t fully realized they were drawing together until her lips were inches from his own and getting closer, and he, like an idiot, went along with it.

He’d wanted this, wanted her, since that one fateful day so, so long ago — the one where he’d found a ring and become a superhero and met a beautiful girl with a laugh like sunshine, eyes like rain, and an innate kindness like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

One inch.

He’d wanted this ever since Chat Noir’s emergence, ever since he’d become partners with this amazing, wonderful person who—

One centimeter.

Who didn’t want him back.

“Wait.”

Chat Noir would do a lot of things to get a kiss from Ladybug, but tricking her was not one of them.

She stopped, and Adrien caught a flash of hurt flickering through her eyes.

“I need to tell you something,” he confessed to the dust motes dancing in the sunlight, unable to look her in the eye as he covered her hand with his own. It felt less like his heart was pounding and more like his entire chest was pounding, guilt clawing up from the pit of his stomach. “I’m actually—”

“Chat Noir,” she finished for him, hurt fading into understanding.

Adrien choked. “How-?!”

He’d been careful!

“I found you in a tree, kitty,” she said drolly, booping his nose when he yanked back in offense.

“I never would’ve heard the end of it if you’d figured it out then,” he shot back, still feeling her fingers under his own and his heart in his mouth.

An embarrassed little smile softened her face. “Okay, okay. I… accidentally met Plagg a few weeks ago.”

Well, that would explain… quite a few things.

(His mind flashed back to how she would still for a fraction of a second after certain comments, sport knowing little smiles in strange places, and shit he should have put together her knowing sooner.

How many times must have he humiliated himself by now?)

“Why bring it up now, though?”

Adrien huffed out half a laugh, disappointment that the moment was broken seeping in now that his confession was out of the way. “You’ve turned me — Chat — down how many times now? I’m not going to trick you into kissing someone you don’t want to kiss.”

She blinked. “Who says I don’t want to kiss you?”

Adrien’s heart made a concentrated effort to leap out of his mouth. Still, his voice was surprisingly steady when he said, “Uh, you?”

“You mean mid-battle or when our timers are about to run out?” she pointed out, though not without a sheepish wince.

“Before battles, on patrol…” he added, trying hard not to buy it, despite the weak flutters of hope springing up in his stomach.

She winced a little harder. “I… I was scared.”

Ladybug? Scared? Of this?

“Of losing you. Of what it would do to our partnership. Of a lot of things.” She bit her lip, leaning in a little closer. “Of… what you’d think of me — civilian me, if you knew her.”

And as much as he didn’t want to, Adrien understood that. He’d worried about what his partner would think of him without the suit too.

Maybe he shouldn’t have.

“I’m… I’m not scared of that anymore,” she whispered, the tips of her fingers stroking his cheek while her eyes flicked to his mouth. “Any of it.”

“So,” Adrien started, then cleared his throat and tried again when the word came out as a wavering rasp. “You don’t mind kissing Chat Noir?”

“No.”

Oh god.

They were both leaning in again, getting closer and closer with every whispered word, every stuttering heartbeat, every shaking breath.

“And you don’t mind kissing Adrien Agreste?”

He could only see the quirk of her lips because he was already looking at them. She was so close. “No.”

“Then, if I asked you if I could kiss you…?”

“I’d say, ‘what are you waiting for?’”

And that was it.

A thousand little fantasies suddenly became glorious, mind-blowing reality.

The sound of her hum as she slowly stroked his lips with hers, the feeling of her hair tangled with his bare hands, the taste of her lips — he uncovered the answers to these little mysteries one by one and all at once, mind far, far away and yet more present than he’d ever been before.

She used cherry-flavored chapstick.

The thought floated through his mind while he caught a breath and rested his forehead against hers, licking his lips and tasting her and cherry.

It vanished as he nudged her down to lie on her back. She arched into him as she complied, pushing his blazer to the floor in the process.

Their lips met again with little ceremony, soft heat and sweet caresses rendering everything else forgettable.

Ladybug sighed into the kiss, a fluttering almost-noise that slipped between his lips, down his throat, and around his thundering heart, and he slid a hand up her ribcage only to feel hers in much the same state.

By the time they parted again, dusk had fallen.

Their eyes met, blue and green with hopeless, helpless want and adoration between them, and laughed for the sheer joy of being together and being alive.

And the world spun on.

And maybe it took weeks for Chat to be able to think straight in a fight again, so what.

And maybe it took a little longer than that for Ladybug to sneak into his room and wait out her transformation, revealing a kind, brave, pretty classmate he really should have seen coming.

And maybe, exactly one year after Adrien Agreste had first spoken to Ladybug, Chat Noir found one Marinette Dupain-Cheng stuck in a tree, and laughed himself sick while she threw bits of her lunch at his head.

The specifics didn’t really matter. The only thing that mattered was that she was here with him, and they were happy.

Fin.