#;ladybug

It was difficult addressing Mr. Pigeon so frequently. It was easy to become condescending as a superhero - she knew what it was like to not be able to hold your own; defend yourself. Encouraging a person without a miraculous could easily do the opposite... although it exhausted her and Chat Noir, being there to save him when he fell under the akuma was their best option. He had to choose to choose good in times of difficulty himself - even if those times were very minor to others.

Swiftly, and with vigour, the lady in red slipped into a dark alleyway by La Seine, the gentle brushing of moving water forming the background music as she released the fulfilling power that gifted her strength. Confetti of rouge dissipated into the air, Tikki summoning into a gently exhausted form. So used to de-transforming; disguising her secret identity even from her best friend; so clever and knowledgeable, Marinette had not truly noticed her mistake; her lack of care. In the silence of the Seine, she had not been alone, not like the many times before. So dark that even the hyper-sensitive Ladybug had not noticed upon touching ground. Cheerful conversation with her feeding kwami filled the empty void that the middle-schooler hadn’t recognised; present and consuming her secrecy...

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With long fingers, the female superhero tightened her grip around the brick rim, the cityscape below her scattering for miles of victorious silence. Post-de-akumatisation, a vacant voice slipped between the setting sun; her spots beckoning at their slow disappearance. Their job had been small and quick - it was a relief to have a gentle job these days; Ladybug was grateful for it. Spotted legs floating over the edge as she sat along the edge.

                “Chat... do you ever wish you...didn’t have to be Chat Noir anymore?” 

It was a voice less confident than her normal boast that accompanied every battle they faced - unsure, a little timid and more like the girl under the mask - the question just as related.

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It alarmed the youth. Caught up amongst the hectic behaviour of Paris’ citizens, there was no doubt it was an akuma attack – but one on such a level?

   It was unfathomable.

Rational thoughts violated the escalating rate of her heartbeats. Although Marinette had swiftly switched into her confident alias of Ladybug – the city’s hero alongside her companion Chat Noir – she found it futile to refuse the intimidating, foreboding sensation that travelled along her spine like a reflex. Something was wrong.

  Something was very wrong.

Swinging across the rooftops of Paris, soaring against the struggling wind, Ladybug licked her lips in an attempt to hydrate her dry skin. Panicked civilians challenged her direction, running away from her destination – they were afraid, but there was something more to the bitten twinkle in their corneas.

   Betrayal?

It was then her eyes fell upon the source of the trouble. Orbs of unbelieving blue widened at the realisation.

   “Chat…?”

It didn’t make any sense. Chat was her partner! He had no intentions of terrorising the streets of Paris. Preparing to confront the unfamiliar situation with a whip of her yo-yo, she ran her analysis over him; checking.

Perhaps it was just copycat? That would make plenty of sense – this situation had occurred before.   That must have been it.

“CopyChat? I thought we had seen the last of you!” She boomed in her confident voice, arising at the aforementioned conclusion. Her agile feet landed on the cobbled street, her stance strong and willing.

Though did his suit seem a little darker than before? – It must have been an upgrade.   …Right?

It was admittedly a different atmosphere and experience - without the excessive noise and sweat from their constant run-arounds. It was a surprising situation, albeit barely contemplated, to relax in Ladybug’s persona.

Her gloved fingers glided through his rivers of blonde. The strands of hair cascaded through her digits, tangling before being combed through once again. Hoping he was comfortable across her feminine, akuma-fighting thighs, Marinette continued to caress her mysterious partner. 

She herself wasn’t quite aware of how the situation had arisen but the reminder of their intimate moment stitched a delicate smile across her visage. She refrained from her automatic response to plait the beautifully healthy head of hair.    What shampoo did he use?

   It smelt familiar; almost.

Not dwindling on the interesting information, she let escape a controlled content sigh. It could have been considered a form of small reward, to thank Chat for all the things he did, little and small. With an endearing smile, her nails, beneath the suit, graced gently along his scalp.

   The mutual silence was heavenly, a gift on them both.

She admired his sweet little purr - a sure-fire sign he enjoyed her pampering. Her knuckled kissed his ears as the secret adolescent gave her response.

   “Ah, you’re welcome...Chat,”

                              A bird does not sing because it has an answer...

It was certainly a predicament that had befallen them both. It was beyond the expectation of the miraculous ladybug and companion; Chat Noir, to have been trapped beneath an extravagant beaker. Its markings measured their height as the two banged their fists against the glass. For a fragile material, it was playing indestructible.

“Don’t use Cataclysm! Not yet. I have a plan but we need to get out of here fast!”

A resistant nod reflected the blonde’s response as they both continued to mathematically escape the apparatus prison.

“Damn it!”