Hey everyone!

The idea for this hit me the other day and though it's a little choppy, I had a lot of fun writing it. I might continue it but I'm still not sure yet, hopefuly so. (Rated T for cursing only, because Alya and Nino have no chill.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

OOO

Chat Noir was nothing if not stealthy. Not careful per say, but the hero was naturally stealthy. In most situations. This was not one.

He was exhausted from the past night's akuma(apparently, a college girl got so stressed over a term paper that Hawkmoth turned her into "All-Nighter") and practically fell into his window and room that afternoon. Chat had being feeling under the weather lately and even though his father was letting him skip school (or making, whichever you preferred) these daily akumas were not helping at all. In fact, he was pretty sure he had a fever. And he kinda felt like throwing up.

"Plagg, claws in." He said before transforming with a green glow back to Adrien. Right as he started a coughing fit.

Plagg gave him an annoyed look and was opening his big mouth to say something when his jaw suddenly went slack.

"Wh-What?" The blond choked, trying to catch his breath.

"Uh." Plagg pointed a small finger over Adrien's shoulder, eyes wide.

He turned to meet the sight of shocked redhead girl, standing in his room.

Alya.

He started coughing again.

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"So . . . You save Paris?"

They were sitting in a only slightly awkward manner, crossed legged on the carpet, as Plagg tossed cheese into his mouth like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

Adrien chewed on his lip, "I try."

Alya was still wide eyed, running her hands in her curls of hair, "God. That's . . . That's so cool."

The model blinked, surprised, "Oh."

"Gosh, I can't even--like, pinch me, is this real?"

Adrien laughed, "It's real."

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Does Nino know? Does your dad know? Pssh, wait, sorry, stupid question. Obviously he doesn't because there's no way in hell he'd let you leave the house if he knew."

He laughed again, this time somewhat nervously, scratching his neck, "Ha. Yeah."

Alya ignored him, still going a million miles per hour, "Does Marinette know? Oh my god, is that why she's always on you?"

"What? No. No one knows but you."

She was pulling her hair by the handfuls, practically shrieking, "Do you have an idea what would happen to Mari if she found out? Good lord, what about Paris? My Ladyblog-Jesus."

"Will you calm your tits please?" Plagg demanded.

Alya blinked at the kwami and Adrien turned to glare at him, "Plagg, don't be rude."

He made a blah blah blah gesture with his hand before swooping out of the room with a large chunk of cheese.

"Sorry, he's, ah . . . Not the most chivalrous." Adrien explained, giving an awkward, apology smile.

Alya frowned in a confused way but waved her hand, "No problem. Oh, um, I do have a reason to be here by the way, I brought your homework for the weekend. Chloe was busy, Mari chickened out and you know Nino, huge germ-o-phob. And you're close by so . . ." She passed him a couple of papers which he took gladly to his desk.

"Thanks." He said earnestly, plopping back down on the carpeted floor.

She was still frowning, "Hey, um, I realize I can't go tell the world you're Chat Noir, but do you think you could give me some . . . Extra content? Bonus interviews?"

Adrien beamed but raise his eyebrows, "That depends. Is this a blackmail situation?"

Alya sent him a smirk, "Only if it has to be."

He laughed, "Deal, no blackmailing needed."

She sent him a dazzling but slightly smug smile, taking her phone out for notes, "Great. You've got a lot of explaining to do, young man."

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Hey guys! Alya here, coming at you with one of the most fun interviews I've had in a while. Paris' finest: Chat Noir. I realize this blog is dedicated to Ladybug specifically but when this opportunity arose, I just couldn't pass it up.

And I'm glad I didn't. Chat Noir was really generous with his time devoted to my questions and was generally casual and friendly throughout my digging through his personal life. He's definitely just as much of a hero as Ladybug is and deserves the same respect.

Below, I've attached a audio recording of our interview. Hope you all enjoy, and remember to look for more Ladybug and Chat content coming up soon!

[Audio File 00117, Total duration: 14:47]

C: Is there an intro that I'm supposed to say?

A: Nah, that's my job.

C: Ah, good ahead then.

A: Hi guys, Alya coming at ya with Paris' favorite hero, Chat Noir.

C: (laughing) Second favorite.

A: Trust me, plenty of girls would take a bite of you. Probably a few guys too.

A: He's blushing. You can't see him, but he's blushing. Like, really badly.

A: Gees, calm down, you'll get third degree burns that way.

C: It's just, kinda weird, that's all. Hit me with some questions. (humming) Hit me with your best shot. Come on and got me with your best shot.

A: Oh my god, no. No singing. People are going to listen to this, you know.

C: (laughing) Right, sorry. Ask away.

A: What do you like most about being a hero?

C: Hm. I probably enjoy the freedom the most, it's nice to be able to do things I couldn't before. Also, working with Ladybug is the cat's meow and I've had so many life changing experiences during my time as Chat Noir that it's really sculpted who I am as a person. That all sounded super cheesy, oh my gosh.

A: No, I totally see were you're coming from. What are some characteristics do you see in Chat Noir that you don't see in your regular self, if any?

C: I'm definitely bolder as Chat than as a civilian, not necessarily braver but I act on my feelings more in the suit. (small laugh) It's the only time people actual listen to me.

A: Deep, but I'm sure that's not true. Describe yourself in three words.

C: Gees, I hate that question, it gives me the hardest time. Um.

A: Really? I could give you three words just from how little I know you. Charismatic, dorky, fun-loving.

C: (laughing) Isn't that four words?

A: Fun-loving is hyphenated, you goose.

[Duration: 14:23]

A: So that's all I have for you guys today, big shout out to Chat Noir for being here.

C: No problem.

A: Also, Chat has agreed to give me some bonus content exclusive to the Ladyblog, so look out for more interviews and photos coming your way . . . And possibly, a vlog or two done by Chat?

C: If Ladybug is okay with it and only during certain times, but it sounds like tons of fun.

A: So look out for that and remember to follow me for all the latest on our favorite heroes!

C: Is there an outro? Can I say that?

A: Make one up, go.

C: Um. Alya, checking out?

A: That's terrible, I love it. I'm keeping it for forever. (Chat laughing) Alya, checking out.

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Adrien always thought about what it would be like for his friends to find out he was Chat Noir.

Of course, Ladybug was on the top of that list that he went through.

She probably wouldn't recognize him. Adrien wasn't that famous of a model and he didn't dare hope they knew each other in civilian form. And if she did know about his model status and his father's company, it would kind of make all of his flirting attempts look stuck up and douchey, therefore causing her to forget any notation of being just his friend, much less anything else. Anyway, the point was, he didn't really know how Ladybug would react.

Nino, he always felt, would be the best to tell. He was laid back about those things and he could help Adrien come up with excuses when he had to run out of class to battle an akuma. If Adrien was going to tell anyone voluntarily, besides Ladybug, it would definitely be Nino. But still, if Hawkmoth ever found out Nino knew, Chat couldn't risk harm coming to his friend.

Chloe, he thought, would probably be mad at him for a little while for not saying anything but then eventually come back even more clingy to him than she was before. Not to mention, Chloe wasn't the best at keeping secrets. He had learned that a long time ago.

In his mind, Marinette would do one of two things. She would become even more uncomfortable around him, or she would see the hero in him or something and stop being uncomfortable all together. He still couldn't figure out which it would be, but she was nice and he hoped it was the latter if she ever found out.

Picturing Alya finding out he had a miraculous always involved a lot of screaming and questions and eventually the whole world finding out because she just couldn't help it. She had always been a little intimidating to Adrien, but her knowing his identity would downright scary. Or so he thought.

Alya came into class on Monday, offering Adrien some tissues from her backpack and winking, before starting a casual conversation with Nino while Marinette was late and barely looking at Adrien twice.

Adrien blew his nose and Nino sent him a terrified look, "Dude. Please. Do you know how many germs you just sent airborne just now?"

The blond blinked but Alya poked Nino in the back of his shoulder, half playful, half serious, "Give him a break, he's tired."

Nino glanced over, now sympathetic, "Working all weekend?"

He stuffed the tissue packet in his pocket, "You could say that."

Alya was trying to be sly, but she was about to laugh, "He had a bunch of interviews this week."

"Dude, that stinks. Did they ask you a bunch of nosy questions?"

Adrien was trying desperately to keep a straight face as he shot Alya a spilt second wink, "Tons."