I struggled a lot with this chapter for some reason (somehow each one gets harder and harder... WHY IS WRITING SO HARD????!!!) But it's a little longer chapter, plus there's a special treat at the end, so I hope you enjoy it! :)

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Music glossary: Legato: "tied together"; indicates that musical notes are to be connected, so they are played (or sung) smoothly

"Alright, I'm gonna take the side door and rush upstairs to steal the elven artifact. You got these guys?"

Chat rubbed his hands together, then picked up his controller, adjusting his grip. "Oh baby, I'm itching to try out this new greatsword."

Marinette nudged him with her elbow. "Don't aggro too many mobs. Space 'em out."

"Did you forget I can stun?" he poked her back.

"No, but you often do," she quipped. "One sec, buff refresh."

"Ouch, my masculinity! Too bad your regen got nerfed with the last patch."

"I'll manage; I bought some extra potions." She shrugged. "Remember not to blow your rage too early this time. We don't want to pull out prematurely!"

Chat gave her an incredulous look, as if she'd grown a second head.

Marinette winked at him. "I've just seen how you handle that greatsword of yours."

Chat howled with laughter. "Double dagger spec? More like double entendre spec!" He squeezed her shoulder. "You've come so far."

"Oh, I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve," she replied.

He sniffled and dramatically wiped away a fake tear. "I'm so proud of you."

Marinette giggled and settled herself into a comfortable position, crossing her legs on the floor. Her fingers gripped her controller tightly in anticipation. "Alright, Minou. It's go time."

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Several tense minutes of yelling and frantic button-mashing later, Chat wailed in agony as he plopped backwards, "NOOOO!!! We were so close!!"

Marinette turned around, frowning. "Dude! Why'd you have to go off on your own into that side corridor?! You should've known it would be full of stealth enemies!"

Chat's arms flapped around as he sputtered incredulously. "Y'know what?? We shouldn't even be here! You're the one who wanted to two-man a four-person dungeon!"

"We would've succeeded if only you'd stuck to the plan, Mr. Curious Cat!"

Chat paused to shoot her a petulant glare. "Well, I guess that means you won't be needing this epic leather armor you've totally been looking for all week, that I just happened to loot from said forbidden corridor! I bet it'll fetch a high price at the auction house!"

Marinette let out an offended gasp. "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"Give it!!" she yelped as she reached across for his controller.

"Nuh-uh! Nope, too late! You should've been nicer to me when you had the chance!" He clambered away, but she chased after him.

"Get back here!" she cried, catching him by the waist.

Chat continued to taunt her, holding the controller up high. "Gee, I wonder what kind of trinket I could buy with all the gold I get for this," he remarked, tapping his finger against his chin.

Marinette grabbed one of the throw pillows from the chaise and thwacked it against him.

"I'm gonna tell Ladybug about your evil deeds!" she threatened.

Chat grabbed another pillow with his free arm and swatted her back with a laugh. "She won't believe you! I'm her beloved partner, after all!"

"Wanna bet?"

Before he could reply, Marinette tackled him to the ground, grabbing at his belt to hold him in place. She reached for the controller, but his arm was still too long. She adjusted her grip at his side to reposition herself.

Chat squirmed at her touch and yelped, "ACK!! That tickles!"

Marinette's eyes widened and she looked up at him, a devilish smirk slowly slithering across her face. She crawled on top of him, securing her legs on either side of his hips. And with that, her fingers went to work, mercilessly tickling his ribs and obliques.

Chat screeched and wiggled, desperately trying to scoot away from but failing every time.

"Surrender!" she commanded, continuing her onslaught.

He answered rebelliously between cackles, "Never! But I may scream."

He thrashed and tried to squirm away, but she had him right where she wanted him. Chat laughed so hard that his eyes began to water, and he begged for mercy in between belly laughs.

Finally sensing her opening, Marinette got ahold of the controller, yanking it away from his lowered arm.

"AHA!" she cried, lifting her arm triumphantly.

Chat's eyes grew wide and his mouth twisted into an indignant pout, then he used his enhanced strength to lift his hips off the ground, reversing their position so she was the one being pinned.

Marinette gasped in horror and outrage. "CHEATER!! You're using your super strength!"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, I'm always this strong," he quipped back, flexing his arm dramatically. He adjusted his position on top and tried plucking the controller away from her.

Despite being a bit disoriented now that she was on the bottom, Marinette maintained a death grip on the controller.

Chat grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head and she grunted as she struggled. "Oh, how the tables have turned," he purred as he trapped them both under a single hand. His other hand trailed down to her waist, poking experimentally, then extending his claws from his fingertips to amplify the sensation.

Marinette writhed and wriggled under his touch, shrieking and giggling uncontrollably.

"Do you yield?" he demanded impishly as he stared down at her flushed face a mere few inches away.

"NEVER!!" she replied tenaciously, defiantly puffing out her chest, as if straightening out her posture would somehow intimidate him, or grant her extra resilience.

"You are soooooo stubborn, Ma Minette," he chided playfully, squeezing her sides hard and making her squeal some more. Marinette twisted and kicked vigorously, trying to escape, but to no avail.

Their antics were interrupted by a descending musical chime and agonized screams erupting from the laptop screen, which was propped on top of Marinette's antique chest for easier viewing. The pair stopped, their heads whipping towards the source of the sound.

Their respawned characters had died while they were occupied with their tickle fight.

The pair looked back at each other, then busted into hysterical guffaws.

As they laughed and panted, Chat couldn't help but notice the way Marinette looked with her long dark hair fanned out on the ground, her tiny freckles more prominent against her reddened cheeks. She really had become quite a stunning young woman after all these years. Despite spending their teenage years together, his attention had always been elsewhere, and he'd never really paid attention to how different she looked now, versus when they first met.

She seemed to notice him staring and smiled, and the rosiness of her cheeks seemed to intensify. Probably from the exertion, he figured. And yet, he couldn't help but feel his own face beginning to feel hot under her gaze.

She looked like she was about to say something, but as she opened her mouth, a new sound blasted across the room; it was Marinette's mobile phone.

He felt her twitch underneath him, and for the first time, they both realized the position they'd put themselves in. Anyone who walked in on them at this moment would surely have... questions.

Face feeling red hot at this point, Chat released Marinette's wrists and got off of her so she could get up and check her phone. Giving him one last cheeky smirk, she stood up to see what the commotion was all about.

She gasped as she checked the screen. "Oh my goodness! I'd totally forgotten, I have a study group in fifteen minutes! I have to get ready!" She turned off the alarm and pocketed her phone, then scrambled to her desk to get her school materials prepped.

Chat's ears twitched in response. "Oh! It totally slipped my mind as well. Good thing you set a calendar alarm. Otherwise, your classmates would've walked in to Chat Noir just casually playing video games at your house."

Marinette darted to her full-length mirror to look herself over, then dashed over to her vanity to grab her hairbrush.

"Do I look alright?" she asked as she fixed her hair.

"My darling, you look positively radiant," Chat replied theatrically, taking a seat on the chaise.

"Is my outfit okay?" she continued harriedly. "Should I change? Is my shirt wrinkled? Do these shorts make me look short? Is my hair sticking up in the back?"

Chat grinned at how flustered she was. "Helen of Troy would pale next to your indescribable magnificence, Mademoiselle."

"Chat," she jokingly reprimanded, but failed at containing an upwards twitch of her lips.

He shrugged feebly. "You look totally fine. But why? It's just your classmates."

Marinette hesitated. "Well... Just... no reason!"

She received a skeptical eyebrow in reply. He knew her better than that (not that she was very good at hiding her feelings in the first place). Giving up any further pretense, her posture drooped in response.

"Alright, alright, the truth," she conceded with a resigned sigh.

Chat leaned forward imperceptibly, raising his eyebrows in silent query.

"My old crush is gonna be there–"

Chat gasped loudly despite himself.

"–And I wanna look nice!" she continued. "But not like, sizzling 'I'm tryin' to steal you from your girlfriend' kinda hot, ya know? I'm just trying to get past him. I wanna move on. I wanna prove to myself that I'm doing okay. He's still one of my best friends. I need to show that I'm happy for him." Then she added with a weak smile, "Plus, Alya knows what my wrestle-hair looks like, so I'd have to answer some awkward questions if I don't look at least somewhat put together."

Chat closed his mouth, which he hadn't realized was in "fish gape" mode until just then. He looked down towards the floor, now understanding why she would feel so apprehensive.

Marinette was doing her best. He felt his heart swell with affection and sympathy. He had to help somehow; he always tried to be a source of extra confidence whenever she needed to face challenges. It was the least he could do for her.

Chat stood up, cleared his throat and approached her desk, swishing his tail back and forth as he pondered her words.

"I know exactly what you need," he offered with an air of authority.

Marinette quirked an eyebrow. "You do?"

He retrieved something from her vanity and, with a flourish, he presented a tube of shiny pink lip gloss. "Ta-da! For the 'I still look cuter than everyone in the room without even trying' look."

Marinette accepted the tube of lip gloss, and she couldn't help but giggle at his sweetness and sincerity. "Sounds good to me! Thanks!" As she looked into the mirror and applied the lip gloss, she continued, "Sorry to kick you out of the house. Are you sure you'll be okay?"

Chat waved it off. "Of course, don't worry! I have somewhere I need to be this afternoon anyway, so take your time."

"Alright. I'll text you when we're done, but it shouldn't take longer than a couple of hours."

"Okey dokey!" He stood behind her and gave her a quick parting squeeze, then walked over to the floor hatch to exit her room, giving her one last wave. "Later, Maribug!"

Marinette smiled after him as he descended the stairs, amused as always at his unintentionally accurate nickname. If only she could tell him.

Someday, she told herself. Someday there will be no more secrets.

She dearly hoped that that day could come soon.

(continued in part 2)