“Do you trust me?” djwifi/(fox!alya+turtle!nino)-- i don't know their ship name..
“Do you trust me?” Rena Rouge asked, offering her hand.
Carapace eyed it, amusement in his eyes. “I feel like I should say no.”
He took her hand in his. “Now what?”
“On the count of three, we’re going to drop our transformations.”
“Our identities are supposed to be a secret, Rena,” Carapace frowned.
“Well, I’m, like, ninety-three percent sure I know exactly who you are under all that green so it really isn’t much of a secret.”
He quirked a brow behind his large tinted goggles. “Is that so?”
“Yep. I have a certain familiarity with the person I’m pretty sure you are,” she nodded. “Miraculous magic or no, I’ve got this figured out. I want to know I’m right.”
“And if you aren’t right and I’m some random guy whose identity you just uncovered?”
Rena Rouge dropped his hand and crossed her arms. “Fine,” she huffed, rolling her eyes. “Are you or are you not Nino Lahiffe?”
Carapace pursed his lips. “That depends. Are you Alya Cesaire?” he smirked.
She blinked in surprise. “How… You should not have been able to figure that out!”
He grinned. “Because you’re the only detective? Also, you definitely just gave yourself away, Al.”
She pushed his shoulder lightly. “Nino! You’re not playing fair!”
He laughed. “Sorry I messed up your fun but I figured out it was you by the second time we worked together.”
She lifted her chin defiantly and sniffed. “I figured it out the first time.”
“Whatever. Well, now I guess I won’t be mad at you for flirting with me.”
He put his hands on her hips, pulling her closer. “Oh, have I been flirting with you?”
“Ridiculously,” she nodded. “You should be ashamed of yourself.”
He leaned in, lips hovering over hers. “I most definitely am.”
“Dude!” Chat Noir yelled, landing on the rooftop with a thump. “You have a girlfriend!”
Rena Rouge pulled back slightly. “He’s been–”
“Watching us the whole time? Yeah, probably. He lurks sometimes.” He turned to Chat Noir. “It’s fine, I promise.”
Chat Noir grimaced. “It is not fine, man. No offense, Foxy, but he has a girlfriend and she…she…” He glanced between the two of them, realization dawning. “She’s standing right in front of me, isn’t she?”
Rena Rouge waved her fingers at him. “Hi, Adrien.”
Chat Noir’s face paled. “You, uh, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”
Rena Rouge laughed and turned to Carapace. “He’s so bad at this.”
Chat Noir’s shoulders slumped. “I really am,” he agreed.
“So since we’re all in the know now,” Rena Rouge continued, “who are Ladybug and Queen B?”
“You know, it’s okay if there are some secrets left unknown,” Carapace chuckled, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “Are you guys hungry?”
“I could eat,” Chat Noir answered, straightening.
“Mmm, we should go see what Marinette has leftover from the bakery. She’s my favorite place to visit after patrols.”
Chat Noir frowned. “Hey, that’s where I go after patrols.”
Carapace raised a hand. “I was there last night.”
Rena Rouge looked at her boyfriend. “Wait, does she know who you are?”
“I don’t think so. Why? Does she know who you are?”
“She definitely doesn’t know who I am,” Chat Noir added proudly.
“She would absolutely die.”
Chat Noir tilted his head in confusion. “Why?”
Rena Rouge put a hand on his shoulder. “Poor, sweet Sunshine Child. Please never change.”
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