A/N: when your first ml fanfic is about these two losers jfc
end me now

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Given a life and death situation, Chloé will gladly take her chances at remaining with the former. Several times has she found herself so close that it's beginning to worry her. As if the universe has made it a goal to put her in as much danger as possible. And with the number of problems she's caused, she supposes she should have expected this.

Ladybug has never failed to rescue her.

Needless to say, discovering that the girl she's tormented since primary school and her favorite superheroine share the same name is more than just a little disorienting.

Marinette is as pretty as she's always been. Deep blue eyes, freckled skin, rosy lips. Her hair is longer and while the pigtails are cute, there is also something extremely satisfying about sifting her fingers through the rich, dark, strands. Draping them across her shoulder after brushing a peck to the cheek, braiding messy plaits while she's drawing, tugging harshly during –

Yeah.

For a long time, this used to be insecurity. Childish envy masked with cruel remarks, snide laughter, and sometimes Chloé wishes she could go back and withdraw this part of herself, nip it in the bud. However, it's difficult to admit; she would much rather turn her nose to the air and make light of her actions than to stoop so low as to tell her she's sorry.

She's never been good with words. She wonders what label this relationship deserves.

"Ladybug kisses better than you."

She's smirking against reddened skin and Marinette wrinkles her nose in mild frustration, tightening her grip on the back of the blonde's shirt. Chloé likes watching her squirm with annoyance, [and other things], but wrinkled clothing is an absolute no – "We're the same person," the response reaches her ears, uttered in a whine and spurts of giggles spill past Chloé's lips before she's kissing her again and again. Clumsy, unhurried. The exchange of sweet chapstick and warm breaths, a 'strawberry and Marinette' flavor that consumes her.

Marinette turns her head away, flustered. "Tu es trop méchante."

"Oh, ne te fâche pas, je rigolais – !"

Unconvinced, she draws back with a pout, "… Really?" At which the other can't help but roll her eyes. "Yes, obviously. As much as I admire Ladybug, I know she's an extension of the one I actually lo –"

How dangerous words can be when she doesn't pay attention! [It scares her, to say them.] Marinette doesn't seem to mind and then an arm has snagged Chloé by the waist and she feels the cushy material of the couch pressed to her back and the weight of a lithe body pressed to her front, and …

So, maybe they aren't girlfriends and maybe Marinette is too good for her and maybe Chloé worries that someone better will come and steal her away because she can't bring herself to give too much. And maybe that would hurt.

But Chloé gets what she wants, when she wants, no matter what. This is fine for now.

She's her biggest fan, you know?