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Even from his perch high above the summer festival, Adrien could still hear and smell the joy and excitement wafting from below - a sweet kind of calliope of laughter and song. It was almost as if the feeling of joy had materialized out of nothing, sending sparks of emotion through his chest. Looking down he could see little lights strung along pathways looked almost like fae from this height, making the festival seem other-worldly, like something out of a fairytale. He propped his head up on his fist and swung his other leg down over the side of the building, tapping his heel along the bricks like a cat thumping his tail against the back of a chair in mild annoyance.

She was late.

Not that they had agreed on some sort of set time, but to him, she felt late. Like she was dragging this out far longer than she needed to be. Adrien let out a pathetic sort of whine and let his head fall into his hands, tugging at his hair. He felt undeniably foolish and blind to her, like his entire world was wrapped up in just a smile or a laugh… or a singular promise that she would see him tonight.


Adrien’s head perked up, eyes wide as his ears seemed to stand on end at the soft, chime-like sound of her voice. He whipped around to see her standing behind him, hip cocked to one side with a bright grin on her lips. One hand was hidden behind her back, holding something out of sight from him. His eyes drifted down her familiar form before shooting back up to her face. He thanked god that it was dark enough to hide his unavoidable blush.

Clearing his throat, he slid his trademark smile across his lips and somehow managed a nonchalant wave. “Hey.”

“West side is clear and safe!”

Adrien realized he was supposed to parole the East side of the festival and his ears sunk in embarrassment. He was too busy focusing on the thought of spending some quiet, uninterrupted, non-battle time with her that he’d completely forgotten to double check the area. Grumbling under his breath, he turned away and Ladybug chuckled.

“I’m sure it’s fine. I haven’t seen anything that would indicate otherwise. Don’t worry.” She fell into a spot next to him, her knee touching his own as she swung her legs over the side.

Little shocks of lightning zipped up and down his leg before she pulled away, readjusting herself. Adrien bit back another whine, desperately wanting those little sparks back along his skin. He shivered and looked away, staring down into the fairy-lights still dancing over the festival.

He wasn’t sure what about tonight was making him feel so out of his element, but something was. Normally he’d have teased her and flirted like some kind of Casanova, but instead he was blushing and bumbling like some kind of shy kitten. He rubbed his forehead and turned to look at her again.

“I brought you something!” Ladybug finally pulled something from behind her back and dropped it into his lap.

Adrien thought his heart might explode through his chest as he looked down at what she had given him. It was a small, brightly colored bag filled with some of the best smelling treats, and it was all tied up with a red and black polka dotted ribbon. He smiled and held it up to his eyes, taking in the name of the bakery. Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, he turned and looked over at her, grinning.

“I thought this booth sold out of these!”

“I… er… know the owners.” Her smile turned sheepish and a little awkward before she pushed gently at his shoulder, sending more of those little sparks snapping over his skin. Her laughter seemed to brighten the sky and she shook her head. “Well, don’t just stare at it! Eat them! I went to a lot of trouble to get those, you know!”

He excitedly unwrapped the package, and set the ribbon aside, tucking it into his belt. Inside the package were little cookies, brightly iced in shapes of ladybugs and little, black cats. Adrien grinned and shoved one in his mouth, feeling the sweet icing practically melt like cream on his tongue. He let out a little noise of contentment, almost like a purr, and his entire body dissolve into a state of happiness. He swallowed and grinned, looking over at her as her eyes lifted to the night sky.

He cocked his head to the side and set the cookies back in his lap. “What are you looking for?”

“Fireworks!” She waved towards the sky before looking back at him. “There are supposed to be fireworks tonight.”

Adrien wanted to tell her that looking at her was better than any fireworks he could have ever imagined, but he managed to keep his mouth sealed shut. Instead, he looked up at the sky and leaned back along his hands, watching and waiting for the bright colors to stain the sky. Shifting again, he felt his knee brush hers for a second time and he blushed again, letting out a soft squeak. Ladybug looked over at him with curiosity, but Adrien pretended not to notice and continued picking at the cookies.

“Why don’t we do this more often?”

She blinked. “Do what?”

“This.” Adrien swallowed another bite. “Hang out. Be friends… normal friends.” He paused and considered that for a moment, feeling rather silly that he said that. “Or as normal as we can be.”

Ladybug shrugged. “It’s complicated.”

“It doesn’t have to be.” He popped another cookie in his mouth and watched her again. “I mean, we have our boundaries and we agreed about our identities… but that doesn’t mean we can’t be friends.” He shifted and thumped his leg against the wall again, feeling his stomach twist as he thought about it more. “We like each other, right?”

Ladybug laughed and turned to him. “Of course I like you!”

Adrien thought his heart might explode at the sound of the words leaving her lips. His eyes widened and his face flushed and it felt like he was free-falling from the top of the Eiffel Tower, wind rushing past his entire form as he flew through the air. Adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream and he opened his mouth to say something - anything - that could articulate what he was feeling.

And then the night sky exploded with color.

Adrien watched as Ladybug turned away from him, her face flushed and eyes wide with wonder. She clasped her hands in front of herself and watched with little noises of excitement escaping her. Adrien smiled and his shoulders relaxed as he turned to watch the sky with her.

“Yeah,” he murmured between bursts of light. “I like you.”


Marinette paused as she looked at Adrien, her eyes wide with surprise. She felt her heart jump up into her chest as she watched him move through the halls. There, tied to the strap on his bag, was a little bow made from the ribbon on her parents’ cookies. Red with black polka dots. She would recognize it anywhere.

Did that mean…

Her eyes flicked up to his own and he smiled, offering her a small wave.

Marinette blushed and it felt as though her entire insides had melted like poorly made royal icing. She shook her head and wiggled her fingers at him, long after Adrien had turned the corner and walked far out of sight.

Did that mean…


Couldn’t be.



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