Plagg eyed Adrien with an even more disgusted expression than normal, but the boy was didn't even notice his kwami was in the same room as him. He was too absorbed in several documents on his computer screen spilling over with angst ridden, love lorn words for Ladybug and pictures of said muse. The clicking of keys as he furiously typed was the only noise in the empty bedroom.

"All this typing is driving me crazy," Plagg complained and stretched out on Adrien's desk with a piece of camembert to eat when he was ready. "Can't you at least put on music so I don't have to hear you hammering away all night again. Some of us would rather sleep than stay up late writing."

Adrien glanced away from his screen at Plagg but continued typing. "And others have homework they have to complete before class in the morning."

"The boy thinks I'm stupid." Plagg rolled his eyes and took a bite of cheese like it was liquor to ease his stress. "I know you're writing more sappy love letters for Ladybug."

The typing paused for moment before continuing.

"Isn't the one you wrote her for Saint Valentin enough?" Adrien said nothing. Plagg continued. "There's only so many things you can say about a girl. If you want a really diverse topic, I recommend cheese."

Adrien sighed and rubbed his eyes, realizing that his kwami wasn't going to let up so easily and let him continue writing.

"You really do know nothing of love besides cheese. I could write a thousand books for Ladybug and I still would barely scratch the surface of how much I feel for her. There aren't even enough words in all the languages in the whole world to begin to describe her perfection. To say that one love poem is enough for her…" Adrien's lips quirked up slightly. "Would be the biggest lie ever told."

Plagg shuttered in disgusted and shoved his camembert down his throat to clear his palette.

"How terrible." The kwami sniffed. "You've completely lost all sense of yourself for that girl."

"It's a wonderful feeling, Plagg, to be in love." Adrien pressed his lips thin and closed his eyes. "I wonder how much better it would feel if the love was returned."

"I still think it's a complete waste of time," Plagg sniffed before picking up his cheese and zipping across the room to where he slept. From there he was able to watch his charge without the boy noticing.

Despite how he acted, Plagg genuinely cared for Adrien and looked after his well being. And though his words about his love poem's were harsh, there was worry behind what he said to Adrien.

Ladybug was his partner. The whole purpose of Ladybug and Chat Noir was to protect the world from wrong doers. A little flirting was fine, as long as the akuma was purified at the end of the day. But with every word Adrien wrote, Plagg feared that his charge's feelings were more than just a little crush. That they might turn into something so powerful that it could poison the relationship between him and Ladybug.

If Adrien truly loved Ladybug and acted on those feelings, he could destroy the close relationship that they needed to work together and keep Paris safe.

Paris could fall if Adrien loved Ladybug.

Outside the window, the sunset and the bedroom was plunged into darkness. The only light in the room came from the bright screen of the computer. The harsh artificial light illuminated Adrien's face in place of the sun. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he typed intently. Plagg watched over his boy, muddled in his own stress and worry, until his small eyes grew heavy and he fell asleep.

An annoying buzz reverberated into Adrien's dream and he moaned as he woke up. He swung his arm to the side and slammed his alarm clock into silence. Blinking away the sleep from his eyes, Adrien pushed himself up and yawned. He slowly woke up and his brain began to work after staring into nothing for a few minutes.

His family's chef wouldn't send up his breakfast and cheese for another 15 minutes, so with one last stretch, Adrien began his morning routine. He pulled out his phone and checked the front pages of several news websites, just to be sure that no akuma had popped up in the night. However, the headlines were still covering the Jagged Stone concert that had happened a few days ago. It was surprising that that was all the news they could report, but no news was good news. Adrien would take it.

With his job out of the way, Adrien opened up the tumblr app. After fiddling around with different themes for a few hours the night before, Adrien found one that was simplistic, but fit with his aesthetic and made it easy for others to read his fics. He had gotten a couple dozen notes on them and that was so fulfilling. It was nice to know that people could appreciate him for more than his face or family.

Adrien swiped down to refresh his notifications to see if he had gotten anymore in the night. It took a second to load so Adrien reached for the glass of water he kept on his nightstand and took a sip. Turning back to his phone, he had gotten several notification and first one made Adrien choke on his water.

He had been tagged in a beautiful pencil drawing of Chat Noir lounging on a roof top in Paris. The Eiffel tower was illuminated in the background with the star-like lights of the city glittering beneath it. It was a sight that Adrien knew well from his hours of patrolling Paris.

The artist had left text beneath it.

"I was reading HerBlackCat's fics and I loved his portrayal of Chat Noir. I had to draw a scene from his fic, Freedom!"

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck as he kept looking back and forth between the art and the comment. Someone had liked what he wrote so much that they drew something based off it. Letting out a strangled, flustered noise, Adrien covered his face and flopped down onto his bed to try to process such an amazing thing.

Having been born into a prestigious family with his future in the modeling industry already mapped out for him, Adrien had a lot of self doubt. His whole life had been filled with wondering if it was his skill or his father's name that got him where he was today. But on his silly little blog and an alias to hid behind, he had gotten noticed regardless. And suddenly Adrien felt like he could do anything he wanted, that he didn't have to follow the road his father had paved for him.

Adrien unlocked his phone and reblogged the art. He didn't hesitate to add a small comment for the artist.

"I'm honored to have such awesome art for my fic! You're really an amazing artist and seeing this drawing made me really happy. :)"

Alya: you need to check out this fic

Marinette: hoho what's this? I thought you didn't read ladybug fics, Alya

Marinette: I thought you were a professional reporter

Marinette: That you couldn't be in the fandom bc that wasn't what a real reporter would do

Marinette: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alya: Marinette

Alya: Marinette please

Marinette: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Alya: Okay I will admit to my sins

Alya: Rose asked me to proofread her last fic and I've been been reading a bunch ever since then

Alya: bUT THATS BESIDE THE POINT

Alya: post/146637606994/to-my-lady-a-ladynoir-fanfic

Marinette: what the heck

Marinette: Alya im crying why would you send me something so sad

Marinette: you're a terrible friend

Alya: iSNT IT AMAZING

Alya: this writer has two fics up so far and both of them are really good!

Marinette: I just read the other one

Marinette: omg they're such a good writer

Marinette: it's so in character

Marinette: Their head canon for Chat Noir is so interesting tho!

Alya: yeah! like the common one is that he rides like motorcycles and smokes and it a totally rebel without a cause

Alya: but i like this better

Marinette: it's nice and it makes sense

Marinette: he can't be over the top /all/ the time

Marinette: i wouldn't be surprised if he is a goody two shoes in his secret identity

Marinette: then again, he says cheesy things so easily I also wouldn't be surprised if he's a flirt

Alya: either way, it's an interesting headcanon!

Alya: I'm totally going to consider it when I'm trying to figure out who he is

Alya: omg

Alya: imagine ladybug being super clumsy

Alya: like, as clumsy as you

Marinette: ahaha that'd be funny

Marinette: my dad's calling for my help in the bakery ill message you later

Quickly locking her phone, Marinette sighed in relief. That was getting way too stressful for her. She loved Alya dearly and it honestly hurt her to keep the secret from her friend. But she knew she had to. This wasn't a comic where a rich man could make a super suit and the whole world would know his identity and respect it. This was real life, where her every move was being watched and a single mistake could become a deadly opening for Hawkmoth to take her down.

If Alya figured out her secret, there was a chance that other people would find out and then all of Marinette's loved ones would be targeted in akuma attacks. Any hostage situations she and Chat Noir had to deal with thus far were only motivated with the knowledge that they didn't want anyone to get hurt. But if Hawkmoth could attack closer to them, then he would.

Marinette threw her phone to the side and covered her face as she tried to fight anxiety bubbling up inside her. It was easier to just shove the burden of being Paris's savior to the side and pretend the whole thing was a light hearted game. It was better than remembering that actual lives were at stake.

Ladybug or not, Marinette was only 15.

She was still a kid.

Pulling herself out of her bed, Marinette went over to her sketchbook to try to get her mind off her worries. The first page was filled with vague human outlines in various poses, but none of them inspired any clothing designs for her to draw. The second page was more of the same. On the third, Marinette turned off her brain and let her hand sketch what ever it pleased.

The skyline of Paris filled up the page after a while, with it's ancient buildings and beautiful lights, but it was missing something. Marinette reflected on it for a moment, before knowing exactly what it was. She drew a familiar figure with black ears peaking through his blond hair and a love of the city that rivaled her own.

"The nights when I can sneak out my bedroom windows and look out at the world are my favorite. When I can feel the wind ruffling my hair and smell the baking bread from the cafe nearby, I can forget about all my responsibilities as a civilian."

Without meaning to, she had draw one of the scene's from the fic Alya had sent her.

It was good too. Probably one of the best illustrations Marinette had done in a while.

Grabbing her phone, Marinette found a well lit corner of her room to take a picture of it so she could post it to her blog. She had a few drawings up now and it was nice to share her art for once. She had to keep all her designs close so no one would plagiarize it like Chloe did, but her art was just a way to vent feelings. She wasn't trying to make a career out of it.

After snapping the picture, Marinette uploaded it and tagged the writer in it. As an artist, she'd want a writer to do the same if they wrote something based off her drawing. She smiled and hoped that the writer would like it.

When the sun had set several hours prior, Marinette had draw her curtains shut but now a few stars twinkled through a gap in between the pieces of fabric. It was late and even the city of Paris was a sleepy sort of quiet.

Marinette's eyes felt heavy and she yawned.

It was time for bed.

A/N: Wouldn't it be cool if the link to Adrien's blog was a really one? ;)