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So much had changed since high school. The first big change was the fact that Paris had to face a new reality without Chat Noir. Ladybug had been devastated but understanding when he’d told her he’d have to move to Italy. She hadn’t seen him in over a year. Shortly following that, the Agreste headquarters had been moved to Milan, and while Marinette had tried to stay in touch with Adrien, eventually they’d lost touch altogether. Perhaps the biggest change was that she was no longer around Alya nearly as much. Her best friend had school all the way across the city, or, like right now, she was in a whole other country. While proud of her, Marinette missed her friend terribly. Alya was off studying and in South America. It was fun to read her blog updates, she really was talented. 

On nights like tonight though, she really felt the loneliness. A nightmare had woken her, and after tossing and turning for another few hours she finally caved and grabbed her phone. Without her contacts or glasses (a relatively recent and incredibly annoying development) she couldn’t see the phone screen too well. Besides, it was late and she was tired. She tapped the contact she’d thought was Alya’s. In actuality, it was Adrien’s. 

[are you up?? nightmare again and could really use some comfort]

She turned the ringer on and listened for the soft ‘swish’ as it sent. Marinette sighed and set her phone aside, sitting up and stretching some. May as well try and be productive if she wasn’t going to be sleeping.

send 💋 for my muse’s reaction as yours starts kissing their neck.

(’ status; no longer accepting! )

𝓗ow did the two end up like this? Tonight was supposed to be a regular patrol, guarding the city from evil, Chat flirting with Lady, Lady rejecting him, and we all know the story. But maybe it was something in the crisp air of this so mysterious night or maybe it was the way the stars aligned, enchanting a spell of spontaneous excitement on the two heroes. Either way, the girl clothed in red couldn’t quite wrap her mind around it.

𝓣he cat carries her to a rooftop overlooking the glowing city of Paris and lays her down carefully beneath him. The look in his eyes, the pure love and affection he has for the masked girl is all but hidden in the way he gazes at her. She expects a kiss, its all too obvious that he wants to plant her lips passionately on her… but the amount of shock that nearly stops her heart when he kisses her neck instead cannot be described by any language.