The Miraculous Ladybug fandom has caught me and I have no regrets. I own nothing, I just wanted to dabble ^_^

This is Ending Number One- I came up with two alternate endings for this and couldn't decide on which one I liked better, so I decided to post both! The starts are the same, of course, and I'll only post Number Two once One is up and finished! Enjoy! :D

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was, by most accounts, an ordinary girl. She lived with her parents over their bakery, her bedroom in the attic, the walls plastered with pictures of Adrien Agreste. Ooh, Adrien Agreste... he was just so perfect, so sweet and kind and handsome as hell, his blond hair so soft-looking and wonderfully styled, accenting his gorgeous face and emerald green eyes. Marinette sighed dreamily, leaning on her elbows, fingers laced beneath her chin. Eyes like gentle sapphires settled on her desktop screen, her beloved's lopsided smile as friendly and as considerate as the boy himself.

"Oooh, Marinette!" Alya sang, popping up through the loft door, grinning broadly. Marinette startled, arms flying above her head at unusual angles as she sprung to her feet and tripped on the wheel of her chair. Her best friend laughed, skipping up into the room, letting the door drop shut. "Gurl, you've gotta get a hold of yourself. Imagine if I was Adrien..." She teased, the model's name leaving her lips in a sing-song manner.

"Don't!" Marinette pleaded. "Oh, I would just die, I'd be so embarrased." Marinette pressed her face to her hands. Alya shook her head, smiling.

"Well, before you die, check this out!" Alya brandished her phone excitedly. Marinette peered through her fingers curiously, reaching out to take the gadget moment's later. "Ah." Alya held up a finger, concealing her phone behind her back. "After the last fiasco, I want your solemn oath you will be careful."

"Alya, I can handle-" Alya cleared her throat pointedly. "I will be careful." Marinette promised. "Look, I'll sit still and everything." She plopped back into her seat, accidentally making it spin. "Hold on, I'm coming back round." Alya was shaking her head again, fingers to her forehead, trying and failing to cover up her bemusement. "So, what do you have to show me?"

"Oh, you know..." Alya said airly. "Just the biggest scoop ever. Check this out!" She loaded a video and thrust it in Marinette's face. Chat Noir appeared, grinning wickedly, singling out Alya amongst a group of professional reporters. He greeted her with a bow, flourshing his hand. Marinette mentally rolled her eyes. Trust Chat to be so overdramatic. "Chat Noir!" Alya on the recording exclaimed. "That was incredible! Are you OK?"

"Just bumps and bruises, nothing I can't handle." The cat started flexing, showing off as per usual. "Fancy an interview, mademoiselle?"

"Really?" Marinette could just picture the enthusiasm on her friend's face, the video jumping slightly as Alya bounced on her feet. "That would be so cool! Would you mind if we took this somewhere more private?"

"Now, that's not the first time I've heard that from a pretty lady." Chat flirted. Marinette really did roll her eyes this time. Alya beside her just laughed.

"That was my reaction too." The video resumed at a different location, having been cut to bridge the travel time. Chat Noir was sitting across from Alya on the other end of a park bench, having acquired a bag of sweets somewhere along the way. "Chat Noir, what inspired you to be one of Paris's most famous heroes?" Video-Alya quizzed.

"What can I say? I was just born for the hero life."

"Do you enjoy working with Ladybug?"

"I couldn't be happier." Chat smiled.

"Ooh, I know that smile. Someone's in luuurve." Alya teased. "Do tell!" A beep sounded and Chat hurriedly examined his ring. "Do you have to go?"

"I can spare another minute." He assured. "And what's to tell?" He continued, prying a wrapper from one of his sweets. He offered Alya the paper bag, a quick hand flying out to take one with a thank you just as fast. Chat ate his sweet before speaking again: "Ladybug and I... well, we're a team. She's bound to fall for me one day."

"You say you're a team and yet... you wouldn't happen to know who she is under that mask, would you?" Marinette thought her alter-ego's partner would just smile and shake his head or make some ridiculous quip or cat pun. She was not, however, expecting to see his face turn solemn and honest.

"I believe I have a very good idea."

"Can you give the viewers and I a clue?" Alya pressed eagerly. Chat Noir opened his mouth to continue, interrupted by a more urgent beeping. Chat jumped to his feet, dropping his sweets all over the ground.

"As much as I'd love to stay and Chat," He grinned at his own little joke, "this kitty's gotta run. It was nice talking to you!" Chat Noir turned and raced off. Alya started running after him, but that cat was too damn fast. The camera shook violently and then focused on her, a big smile splitting her face from ear to ear.

"Did you hear that? Chat Noir thinks he knows who Ladybug is! I promise you all watching that I will get our favourite heroine's identity, that is my mission! Until next time!" Alya saluted and the video ended. Marinette's heart was pounding in her ears. There was no way Chat could really know who she was, their civillain identities were top secret, even between them. The only being to know who Ladybug was under the mask was the very creature that gave her those astoundingly precious abilities- Tikki. Her mind was playing over the reveal, analysing every inch of Chat's face, desperately attempting to detect any little crack, any hint of a joke or uncertainity. "Well?" Alya demanded, her smile now just as broad as that on the video. "Chat Noir might know who Ladybug is! And he told me!" Alya laughed and did a victory dance. Marinette forced a smile. "Oh no, I know that look. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, nothing! It just seems a bit surreal, that's all! I mean, Chat Noir... wow, Alya, you're really lucky!"

"I know!" Alya punched the air victoriously. "Can I borrow your computer? I need to put this on my blog." Marinette jumped up and gestured to the seat. Alya was on the computer in an instant, bashing away at the keyboard, borrowing her friend's wire to connect her phone. Marinette sunk defeatedly onto her bed, flopping back onto the pillows. Tikki, having been hidden under the cushions, squeaked and shot out, ready to protest.

"Argh!" Marinette startled.

"What?" Alya asked, turning her head but not taking her eyes from the screen. Marinette grasped the kwami and stuck her in her jacket. Alya swivelled and raised a questioning brow at her crazy best friend. "What are you doing?"

"Um... I thought I saw a, uh... a spider, but it's... it's just, um... just a trick of the light." Marinette laughed nervously. Alya eyed her warily. Marinette smiled innocently, hugging herself. Tikki squirmed against her wrist.

"You're acting really weird."

"Um... any weirder than usual?"

"Fair point." Alya shrugged and turned back to her work. Marinette quickly climbed up onto the roof, freeing Tikki from her jacket.

"Tikki, what do I do? Chat Noir can't really know who I- Ladybug- is, surely? What if he looks for Alya again? What if he wants to tell? No-one can find out, Papillion could go after my family, my friends, he'll get you! There's no telling what he'll do, I- I- oh, I think I need to lie down." Marinette leant heavily against the railings, a million harrased questions thundering around her mind. Her kwami nuzzled against her cheek.

"Don't worry, Marinette. Chat Noir respects you, he won't say anything to reveal your secret identity. When Alya's gone home, why don't we go out and find him? We'll get this sorted, you'll see!" Tikki beamed at her. "Just stay calm until then and Alya won't suspect a thing!" Marinette still chewed at her lip worriedly. Tikki's smile softened and she looked her charge dead in the eye. "Marinette, would I lie to you?"

"No."

"Then go back downstairs and make Ladybug theories with your friend!" Tikki disappeared back into Marinette's jacket. Marinette took a deep breath and straightened her spine.

"Alya!" She called, hurrying down the steps again. "Didn't you say Ladybug was at least five thousand years old?"

"Maybe she's a vampire!"

"But she doesn't burn up in sunlight."

"Ladybug magic?" Alya suggested. Marinette hunched her shoulders. "Oh, you're no help. I've uploaded it. Let's see what my viewers have to say!"

"Um, won't that take a while?"

"Not necessarily. See! I've got a view already!"

"That was you."

"No it wasn't." Alya waved aside her comment. Her phone chimed, buzzing across the desk. "Oh, shoot! I'm going to be late!" She launched herself from the chair, scrabbling for the horizontal door. "Listen, I've a date with Nino now, but we'll catch up later, yeah?"

"Yeah." Marinette smiled. "I'd like that." Alya grinned and vanished downstairs. Marinette clambered back up onto the roof to make sure her friend was well clear. "Tikki, spots on!" The familiar sparkling thrill rushed over her, a brush of hands over her eyes lay her mask across her face, spreading her arms as the magic flurried across her skin, scarlet dotted with black coated her from head to toe, her yoyo looped around her waist. Marinette unraveled it, giving a playful spin. "Let's go and find that silly kitty." She told herself, loosing her tool and swinging to the neighbouring rooftop.