This is my first ever fan fic so I hope you enjoy.

I do not own Miraculous Ladybug ect ect

The cover image is one I found on google images

Chapter 1

Couples strolled hand in hand, while families had picnics and played games along the banks of the river Seine. One half of Paris's superhero duo, Chat Noir, sat perched on a roof, observing the scenes of love and contentment with no small amount of jealousy. How he longed for affection, both from his cold and distant father, and from the woman he loved, Ladybug.

A flash of blue pigtails caught his eye and dragged him out of his melancholia. Without a second thought the blonde unclipped his staff and leapt from the rooftop.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng often came to the Seine looking for inspiration for her designs. Today, with the blue sky above and dozens of Parisians taking advantage of the sunny Saturday afternoon, the bluenette found herself at a loss. Having sketched an outline for a dress, her mind began to wander and she sat on the bench, sketchbook abandoned on her lap and simply soaked in the sun. Eyes closed, she didn't notice anyone coming towards her until she felt them flop down next to her. Peeking one eye open to see who it was, she suddenly whipped her head around to look at the young hero.

What's that damn cat doing here?

"Hello Princess" Chat greeted her with his signature grin and threw an arm across the back of the bench, lightly flicking a pigtail as he did so.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. "Chat Noir! What do you think you're do... I mean..." she quickly backpedalled "Oh! Um... Wow! I can't believe it's you, here, talking to me! I feel so lucky!" She smiled behind her hand. "Wait, is there an Akuma? Where's Ladybug?" As if she didn't know.

"No, no Akuma. I'm just enjoying the sunshine like everyone else. As for my lady, I am not privileged with knowledge of her civilian life, sadly. She could be anywhere."

Like right next to you she thought, once again hiding a smile.

"I spotted you here and was just wondering what my favourite civilian was doing all by herself on such a beautiful day." He closed his eyes and turned his face to the sun, smiling gently at the warmth. Marinette rolled her eyes at his flirting but couldn't hide the small smile that crossed her lips. Luckily, his eyes were still closed and he didn't notice.

"Well now," she teased, and his grin widened. "Wouldn't you like to know."

"Actually, yes." And he deftly plucked the sketchbook off of her lap.

"Wait! No! It's not finished." She cried and tried to grab the book back, but Chat held it away, staring in awe at the latest design.

"Wow, Princess, you're really talented." He ignored her quiet protests. "What colour scheme are you using, and have you thought about materials yet? Maybe silk? Velvet would be too heavy. A cotton blend perhaps? That would be better for a day style..."

The aspiring designer could only stare, her mouth agape as the boy in a black leather cat suit rambled on about various design aspects. She had no idea that he knew anything about fashion. But then, how much did she really know about the boy behind the mask? It saddened her how little she actually knew about someone she considered to be her best friend (aside from Alya) and partner and felt guilty knowing that she only had herself to blame, being the one that enforced the rule of secrecy between them.

Shrugging the thought away she smiled at Chat and grabbed the sketches off of him, gripping his arm to keep him still and definitely not noticing how developed his bicep was.

Chat tried to play keep-away but man is she strong when she's determined. He was pleasantly surprised to see a soft blush cross her cheeks as she leaned across him, which brought attention to the freckles across her nose. As Adrien, he'd never got close enough to notice just how cute she was. Not that he was interested in her that way at all. He loved Ladybug. As a model he noticed things like this. That was all. Obviously. It didn't help that she didn't really like his civilian side. She was always avoiding him and stuttering. I wish I knew why I make her so uncomfortable, he wondered, before brushing the thought away.

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An older woman, grey hair in a bun and glasses perched on her nose sat behind her desk fuming. She could hear them. They were getting louder again. Brats, don't they know this is a library? She glared at them over her glasses, but as the talking and laughing continued the librarian shushed them angrily. There was a brief respite in the noise and then the group of teenagers started laughing mockingly. The bespectacled woman rose to her feet and walked over to the miscreants. Stopping at their table she glowered down at them, her eyes shadowed. The laughter slowly died to titters and then silence as they watched her.

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Across Paris a window opened, flooding a room with light and startling the resting butterflies into flight. One man stood in the centre of the room, his hooded face stern. One side of his mouth curved up into a smirk. To an audience of white wings he begins to speak.

"Annoyance, anger, the embarrassment of being mocked. These emotions are the perfect breeding ground for evil."

One white butterfly landed on his hand and he gently covered it, drawing in the dark power and changing the insect into a sinister parody of itself. Opening his hand, the black and purple butterfly took wing.

"Fly my little Akuma, and evilize her."

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While the librarian looked down at the table of teenagers, the purple outline of a butterfly appeared around her eyes. The teens knew what this meant but were frozen in place, too scared to run.

Silencia. My name is Hawk Moth. You have had to put up with misbehaving children for years. You are not a babysitter but are made to feel that way. All you ask for is a little quiet but are constantly denied. I can help you with this. You will have the power to create silence all around you. All I ask in return is two little trinkets. Ladybug and Chat Noir's Miraculous'. Are you willing?

"Yes, Hawk Moth."

The group watched in horror as purple and black bubbles washed over her body. Finally they snapped out of their paralysis and began to flee, but they were too late to escape their fate.

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Their slightly intimate moment - not a moment - was broken by screams that were instantly cut off. The silence was more worrying than the screams. In a flash, the blonde hero had grabbed Marinette's hand, then immediately decided she wasn't quick enough and had picked her up and started to run with her in his arms, eyes flicking round for a suitable hiding place.

"Chat! Put me down! You have to go. I can take care of myself. Let go of me you stupid Alley Cat!" Chat's lips twitched briefly into a smile at that, while he ignored her hands batting at his shoulder.

"You can't possibly mean that. I can't go off fighting, not knowing if my Princess is safe. Once I find somewhere to hide you then I can battle the Akuma and not have to worry."

The bluenette couldn't argue with that. It wasn't like he knew she was the other half of the crime-fighting duo, so she let him have his way, determined not to enjoy being held in his strong arms. She couldn't help breathing in the scent of leather and sweat and his cologne. A heady combination. Though her heart belonged to Adrien, even she couldn't deny there was something about this cat.

Finally Chat Noir found a suitable alleyway that he deemed far enough away from the Akuma that Marinette would be safe, and he gently stood her back on the ground. Bowing deeply he took her hand and gently brushed his lips across her knuckles.

"Until next time, Princess," he breathed and she shivered as his words tickled across the back of her hand, and then he was gone, launching himself up to the rooftops once more with the use of his baton.

Marinette opened her bag and a red and black head poked itself out.

"Well, that was... interesting..." the kwami giggled while Marinette pouted.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but we need to help Chat with that Akuma. Tikki, spots on!" and she was consumed by pink and white sparkles of magic.