Author's Note: I'm an awful writer, and I suck at grammar and spelling and life basically! Forgive me for any OOCness, grammar/spelling mistakes, or any other imperfections. I haven't wrote a proper true blue fanfiction in quite sometime! Also, I'm horrible at endings so yeah...sorry again!
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Background info: This is like a few years into the future I guess? Marinette and Adrien are dating. Alya has known Marinette is Ladybug for a while, maybe a few months now, but neither knew Adrien was Chat Noir. Somehow Ladybug and Chat Noir figured out Gabriel Agreste is Hawk Moth and Adrien was like "Dad?" and that's how Marinette found out Chat is Adrien.

"This is awful! Absolutely horrible! A tragedy!" The French-Chinese teen rants to her friend, "Alya, why would this be so?! How could this happen? Why me?!"

"Marinette," the red-head already knew her friend's situation, as she's been raving over it for about two hours now, "It's not that bad?"

Said girl huffs with a sarcastic laugh, "Not that bad? Not that bad?!"

"Really, I mean, it could be worse. Hawk Moth could have been your dad..."

"Yeah, well, he's not. He's my boyfriend's dad, and my idol! And turns out, my boyfriend is Chat Noir!"

"Adrien is Chat Noir?" Ayla questions with a smug smile and an eyebrow raised, "Well, don't say I never told you!"

"Shh, not the point right now. The problem of the moment is Gabriel Agreste, Adrien's dad and the best fashion designer ever, is my enemy! You'd think that Adrien would be tore up about this, but no. Nothing, nothing at all! I mean, why am I more upset than he is?!"

"Maybe because they don't really have the best relationship in the world?"

Marinette ignores her friend's correct comment and continues to vent, "I thought ladybugs were suppose to be lucky? I don't feel very lucky?! What kind of luck is it for me to have a villain as an idol?! This is so upsetting!" With that, she face plants onto her bed.

"Maybe you should do something to get your mind off it? As Adrien on a date or something?"

"Alya, I can't! Now that I know he's Chat and Hawk Moth is his dad, I'm going to be more awkward around him than I used to! Alya, please just end my suffering now!"

Before the darker girl can reply, a soft tapping is heard. The raven haired girl doesn't move a muscle as the tapping continues and her friend opens the window, "Well, fancy meeting you here, Chat."

"Uh, well," The cat rubs his neck as he enters the room, "Can Marinette and I speak alone?"

"Of course, Chat," Alya begins to exit her friend's room, "But I don't think she's going to do much talking. Turns out, she's not as lucky as she thought."

Marinette groans loudly into her bed covers, ignoring her leaving guest and newly arrived guest.

"Mari, can we talk?" Chat Noir asks before releasing his transformation, "Seriously, Marinette, I want to talk about today. I know you figured out who I am."

She lifts her head up just enough for him to hear what she's saying clearly, "I'm not having this conversation right now, Adrien. I'm slowly sinking into a hole of misfortune right now," She slams her face back into her bed with a sigh.

"Listen, I know you adore my father, and you're really upset about finding out he's actually Hawk Moth. But you're going to have to let it go."

"Easy for you to say, you're upset with him all the time!" She realizes what she said and stands up to hug her boyfriend, "That was so rude, I'm so sorry, Adrien!"

He hugs her back slightly, "It's alright, it is true anyways," he leaves a soft kiss upon her forehead, "Now you know I'm Chat, and I've known you're Ladybug for a whi-"

"What?!" Her eyes widen and she steps back to separate from the blonde before falling, "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Because you didn't want me to know, but now that you know who Chat really is, it doesn't seem fair for me to not know who Lady is," He sits in the floor in front of his clumsy girlfriend.

She sighs and sits up, "I guess I can understand, I've had way to many surprises today."

"So I'm guessing you don't want anymore surprises for the rest of the day?"

"I don't want another surprise for the rest of my life, really."

"Well, that's going to be hard when I propose to you someday."