(my tags were out of order on the post so I thought I would just write a drabble)
Based off this post!!
Ladybug was early to patrol.
SItting on the rooftop with the night’s breeze ruffling her pigtails, her only thought was if Alya could see me now, actually early for something.
It wasn’t often that Chat Noir was late to patrol. He, like herself, relished the time they spent bantering and racing on the Parisian rooftops with bright smiles and happiness blooming like a hearth in their chests.
“Ah- hey there- my- Lady,” Chat’s voice rang out, words choked past panting.
Ladybug turned to greet him but instead of meeting glowing green eyes, she turned to a face full of white frosted dotted with sprinkles. “Wh-what’s this for?”
“It’s a cake!” he bounced on his toes.
The… ‘cake’ he held was lopsided. The grin that lit up his face was lopsided to match.
Ladybug got to her feet, taking the cake gently from his eager hands. “Err, yeah, what’s the occasion?”
Chat’s eyes lit up with playfulness as his cheeks flushed a color that sent a feeling she couldn’t name down her spine. “Oh, my Lady, how could you forget?”
“Hmmm,” she tapped her lip. “Is it my birthday? I think I would remember my birthday… is it your birthday? Is it someone’s birthday?”
He stepped forward, quietly chuckling as he took the cake from her and set it down. His fingertips were light on her cheeks as he said, “Buginette, I’m offended! How could you forget our… amiversaire.”
Ladybug couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled into her throat even if she tried. “I don’t- know if I want- to kick your off this roof- or hug you,” she choked out between her giggles.
Pressing his forehead to hers, he laughed in the space between their lips. “I’ll take either. It would be my honor to get kicked off a roof by you.”
“You’re a dork.” she shoved him gently. “I’m assuming you made the cake yourself?”
“It’s the most beautiful cake you’ve ever seen, isn’t it?” there was laughter in his voice. “Took a few pointers from a friend.”
“Hmm, I’d say the cakes at ‘Tom & Sabine’s Boulangerie and Patisserie’ are just a little prettier. Besides, the girl who decorates them is pretty cute.” Ladybug grinned.
Chat’s smile was lit with pride. “Marinette.”
“Wh-What?” Ladybug nearly jumped out of her suit.
“Marinette decorates them. She is very talented. She was the one who gave me tips.” Chat grinned.
Wait wait wait. I’m Marinette. And Marinette gave Chat tips on how to bake a cake? But I didn’t do that. The only person I talked to about baking was… “Adrien?” the last part of her thoughts apparently couldn’t be kept from slipping past her lips.
Chat looked startled. Very much like a frightened cat. “How did you… how did you figure it out?”
“Figure what out?”
Chat pursed his lips. “HA, nothing! You didn’t figure anything out- I mean, it’s not that you aren’t smart it’s that you didn’t figure out the thing that I thought you figured out!” his nervous laugh gave him away.
As realization struck her, Ladybug reacted the only way she could possibly think to react.
“Ladybug! My lady, are you okay?! Are you hurt, what’s happening!” his voice gave away his worry as he took his wrists into his hands.
“You’re Adrien Agreste!” she managed to hiss.
“A-Adrien Agreste? Wh-who’s Adrien I don’t know an Adrien do you know an Adrien?” his eyes were wide.
“You asked Marinette for baking tips except you didn’t ask as Chat Noir! You asked as Adrien! And I only know that because I’m Mari-” she slapped a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
Chat- no, Adrien’s eyes were tender, but shocked. “M-Marinette?”
Getting Ladybug- no, Marinette- to calm down was a task that shouldn’t have been as hard as it was. Chat couldn’t understand why it freaked her out that much. He was ecstatic. One of his first friends was his lady! How much more perfect could it get?
They were currently seated on a roof, eating cake with their fingertips because Chat was an idiot who forgot plates and spoons in his excitement.
Really, it was downright unfair that Ladybug could make licking frosting from her fingertips so… enjoyable. “Chat?”
“Err, yes, my Lady?” he could feel his face heating up.
“I’m sorry I forgot… our amiversaire.” she giggled at the word. “I was kinda getting ready for a different amiversaire. One that’s… tomorrow actually.” her blue eyes went wide. “NOT THAT I DIDN’T MAKE YOU A GIFT I HONESTLY HAD IT IN MIND I JUST FORGOT BECAUSE- because myamiversaire with Adrien is tomorrow.” his lady’s voice was quiet. The shade of red on her cheeks very quickly became his favorite color.
Chat grinned. “Does this mean I get two presents?”
“Does this mean I get two cakes?” she shot back.
“Absolutely. But I don’t know if you’d want this mess of a cake again.” he blushed.
Ladybug’s lips against his cheek sent his heart stampeding around in his chest. “I’ll help you make another one. I do live above a bakery, after all.”
“Falling in love with you was the best thing that ever happened to me, my Lady. All those delicious macarons I’ll get now…” he let out a dreamy sigh, stomach rumbling at the thought.
She giggled. “You’re a dork. I can’t believe I ever thought Adrien Agreste was cool.”
“Glad you realized that before it was too late.”
Marinette was late again.
But she had a reason! She had to make sure Adrien’s two gifts were absolutely perfect!
“Your teacher won’t understand that, Marinette,” Tikki giggled from Marinette’s bag.
“It’s not the first ti-” her words stopped abruptly as she crashed into a mass of soft fabric over hard muscle.
“Better watch where you’re going, Bugaboo,” Adrien’s happy laughter brought red to her cheeks.
“Adrien!” she gasped, stepping away from his steadying hands. Marinette shoved the two boxes into his hands. “B-Bon amiversaire.”
His green eyes danced with happiness that she had only seen on the rooftops of Paris. “Bon amiversaire, my Lady.” he pressed the small cake they had made together in her parents’ bakery into her hands.
As his arms came around her, her heart jumped to her throat. “Bon amiversaire, mon chaton.”
“Since when do people get two presents for friendship anniversaries? I only got one.” Alya humphed.
Marinette pulled her face from the depths of Adrien’s shirt to stick her tongue out at Alya.
“Wow, have fun with your new best friend, then, Mari.” Alya rolled her eyes playfully.
“You know I love you, Alya.”