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 Summary of Story in Description* Chapter 1 – Confessions In the daytime, she was Marinette, but when evil were to arise...she would become Ladybug. She had a secret identity as a 15 year old school girl who lived in a bakery with her French father and Chinese mother. She had a best friend called Alya who was obsessed with Ladybug and ran her own blog on her. But the most important thing in her life was her huge crush on Adrien. Adrien Agreste, a rich 15 year old blonde who was a model, and really good at fencing, but secretly, he was also Chat Noir. Together in their alter egos, Ladybug and Chat Noir would fight together to battle

Word count: 1,122 Pairing: LadyNoir Chapter 1: What If She Knew No matter how many akumas she as beaten, it’s not like she walks away unharmed. In fact she usually was sore a while after her victories thus far. Marinette would just lay on her bed, her muscles aching. “Why does everything still urt, I thought it wouldn’t ache this bad after doing this for a while.” She groaned, still laying there, not moving an inch. Tikki was probably asleep because she didn’t respond to her complaint. Then eventually she eel asleep herself. The next day she woke up the next morning, and yawned while stretching like she usua

Chapter 1 There was always the possibility that someone would find out. Marinette, Paris’s very own Ladybug, knew that it was a high chance. Eventually someone was going to put two and two together. She was always missing during an attack and she always somehow wound up being a “victim”. Not only that, but when she was asked to write a personal report about notable people in recent history, she was the only one in her class to deviate from the norm. Just when Marinette had put on the finishing touches, Chloe snatched her paper and sneered. “Chat Noir?!” She burst out laughing. “You chose that mangy alley

~~ A Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir Fanfiction Letting Go Chapter 1: The Anniversary By: knowlee ~~ Gold. That was the color that Adrien saw on the painting that hung in the room adjacent to the foyer of the mansion he and his father lived in. He stood there, looking at it, his eyes roving over the picture as he was desperate to remember every feature that the subject of the artwork possessed. He sighed when his eyes came in contact with those that belonged to the subject. They were green. Just like his. The two pairs of eyes were so similar that even he accidentally mistook them for hers sometimes when he looked into the

In the courtyard, a crowd of students had gathered around the school’s resident rivals; Alix and Kim.  Kim had challenged Alix to a blowing bubble gum challenge.  Whoever blows the biggest bubble, judged by Max, wins and the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for a week.  Alya, Nino, Marinette and Adrien were among the crowd watching. “Hey Mari, when was the last time we did this,” asked Alya. “Two years ago; one of the reasons for my short hair,” answered Marinette. “What happened,” asked Adrien. “Mari’s bubble was so big it popped all over her face and her hair.  It used to be in