#clownbug

The battle starts on the outskirts of Paris. Once it is done and dusted, the next one begins. The area suffers damages during the few minutes the superheroes take to feed their Kwamis, and while this second battle is insanely difficult to deal with, they manage to stop the Akuma.

They always do. 

But even before Misterbug releases the purified butterfly from his yo-yo, another Akuma appears and Lady Noire’s growling in frustration.

“Hawkmoth’s really having the time of his life, huh? To have this many Akuma appearing in the same place at the same time!” 

Misterbug can’t disagree with her. He’s only glad that at least they don’t need to rely on food to recharge their Kwamis anymore, although the immediate energy boost that comes with feeding them would be amazing at this moment.

But he’s running out of macarons, and if there are more Akumas, it’ll severely impair his ability to fight. 

“I’ll go first!” is the only thing he hears Lady Noire huffing before she’s gone from his sight.

When he arrives at the scene, Lady Noire is showing no mercy against the Akuma. Hopefully, she has some food left to feed Plagg to gain back the energy she’s lost. 

After countless consecutive battles into the next day, both of them are excessively tired. Misterbug is trying to stand as tall as he can on the rooftop for a lookout for Akumas, and Lady Noire is sitting beside him, leaning her whole body against his leg.  

He concludes that that was indeed their last battle and thanks his lucky ladybugs because they only had to fight one Akuma without a recharge. 

He thanks them again when Lady Noire sleepily tells him that there’s an empty place nearby they can sleep in before heading back home. 

Misterbug’s too tired to care about the implications, he just wants to crash. So he reaches down for Lady Noire. With her cheek in his palm, he gently lifts her head off of his leg as he squats. He holds onto her shoulder and softly taps her cheek to wake her up and get her to climb onto his back. 

He once again thanks his lucky ladybugs.

On his back, Lady Noire groggily directs him to their destination and he lands clumsily on the balcony. 

He opens the heavy balcony door to the room and immediately looks for a bed, only to freeze in his place from the realisation that there’s a problem with the whole setup. 

The fluffy and comfy bed that everyone climbs in at the end of the day—there’s only one. 

Misterbug sits heavily on the bed, unwrapping Lady Noire from him to get her to lie down before searching the apartment. The cold hits him on all sides and every ache in his body protests. He misses her warmth so badly that he just wants to abandon the chore that his brain thinks he should do. He turns around, ready to snuggle beside Lady Noire, but when he sees her unmoving figure and peaceful face, he forces himself back to the task at hand.   

The faster he completes the task, the faster he can sleep. Misterbug bounces to his feet, which proves to be a bad idea as he feels the whole floor wobbling. He grabs onto the wall nearby to steady his balance. 

He runs his hands down his face and gets to work. 

It isn’t a very huge apartment, so he knows with one look that there are no other beds. He does find a sofa in the living room, though, and he decides that he can and will be sleeping on that. He just needs to check on Lady Noire one last time to make sure she’s nicely tucked into bed before he crashes once and for all. 

He returns to the bedroom to see that she has shifted from the position he had left her in. She’s now upside down with half her body off the bed, stretching in a way that has Misterbug blushing and rooted to the ground. How is it possible for him to feel hot, but cold at the same time?

“Oh, the bed is so comfy, Buguinet,” she purrs and continues stretching, “Do you want to lay down and sleep with me for a bit?” 

Misterbug clenches his fists. He wants to. He desperately wants to. He just wants to lie down somewhere to stop the pounding in his head. And what better way to spend the night other than in his Lady’s arms? 

His headache will go away too.

Now, that’s an added bonus!

Lady Noire looks so welcoming he just wants to lay down and cuddle against her warm kitty body, bask in her scent, and sleep the night away. 

Pain burns the sides of his face before he can fully comprehend that he had slapped both of his hands on his cheeks. 

The exhaustion is messing with his mind.

And probably hers too. 

Misterbug steps towards her and kneels on the bed. Lady Noire is smiling ever so sweetly at him that he almost gives in. His thread of reasoning almost burns away with how warm he’s feeling, but he quickly grabs the sides of the blanket and wraps her into a burrito, lifting and flipping her over so that her head is on the pillow. Lady Noire is too stunned to move but now that her head is right side up, she thrashes as much as the burrito allows her to.

“Wh–What the hell are you doing?!” she hisses. 

He leans in to kiss her forehead before pointing to where he’ll be sleeping, “You can take the bed, I’ll sleep on the sofa. Good night!” 

Misterbug leaves the room without bothering to answer her question. She’s too fatigued to understand him anyway. 

He plops onto the sofa as soon as he gets there. Even though he’s sleeping next door with windows closed, slight chills crawl up his spine. He’s so tired. Misterbug tries his best to ignore it—it’s just a minor itch after all—and shifts around until he gets into a position comfortable enough to fall asleep with ease. 

Just as he’s about to fall into Slumber’s embrace, his ears pick up on soft whines. 

“Misterbug, release me!” 

He blinks multiple times to consciousness, and he hears her soft pleas again. 

“Buguinet, please! I can’t sleep like this.” 

Lady Noire’s pull is amazing. Misterbug is drawn to her; she sounds just like a little wet kitty begging for his attention, but he can’t risk it. He knows what she’s capable of, and now that her filter is completely gone, Misterbug isn’t sure he can handle it. 

Who is he kidding? He could never resist her even if every fibre of his being is screaming at him to do so. If she mewls one more time, he’ll go to her. 

But the next mewl never comes. The apartment is deadly silent now. 

Misterbug rolls over, about to leave the sofa when he feels warmth descending upon him. 

Lady Noire has gracefully made herself at home on top of him and her cheek is pushed against his own. She is attached to him from head to toe. 

He is too tired to do anything about their current position, and besides, the weight pressing down on him and her warmth against his skin are really welcome. She’s like the weighted blanket he has at home and he couldn’t be happier. 

Misterbug swiftly drifts to the edge of snoozing when she starts purring, and he can’t help but chuckle. 

“Lady Noire.” 

“Oh, sorry.” She shakily stands up—her left top cap hitting against the floor so heavily a loud thud resounds around him—and lifts his arms awkwardly to wrap them around herself, so she can snuggle into his chest. “Ah, you’re so warm.”

He laughs. What did I expect? Misterbug looks down to see her constantly shifting. 

“Chaton. I’m trying to sleep.” 

Her shifting continues. “Well, so am I.” 

Misterbug exhales, amused at her tactics.

Oh, his poor needy kitty. 

He knows that she wants him to hold her, but he lets go and strokes her head instead. 

Lady Noire looks up from his chest with a pout. “Why don’t you want to sleep with me?”

His hand stops. “It’s a small bed. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. Besides, you don’t know what you’re asking for.”

She pushes her face into his chest again and shifts some more. 

“My Lady…”

“I’m not uncomfortable, and I want to sleep with you beside me.” She slowly peeks at him again, “Unless… you’re… you’re not comfortable sleeping with me?”

Misterbug can’t believe that she would even come to that conclusion. He wants to squeeze her pouty cheeks, chiding her for arriving at that deduction, but mainly because she looks so cute. 

And very wrong. 

Lady Noire can’t be further from the truth.

He tightens his arm around her waist. “Why wouldn’t I be? I like having you around.” He scratches her under the chin, “You’re my favourite kitty.”

Lady Noire purrs, as though very content with him, reminding him of his feelings for her. The soothing sound goes on for a while. Until she, Misterbug deduces, remembers that she’s supposed to be angry with him for not wanting to sleep with her. Because she suddenly bites him. 

She chomps his index finger. Misterbug’s too tired to pull his hand away in time, so he allows her to continue nibbling on it until she’s satisfied, letting go and snuggling into his chest even more. 

She’s such a kitten. 

He should carry her back to the bed because there is no way she is letting him go now and there’s more space there for them to have a good night’s rest. 

Her legs wrap around him when he sits up, and she clings onto him like her life depends on it when he stands. 

Lady Noire locks her thighs behind his waist and curls her tail around his left leg as he stumbles towards the bed. 

“I’m not going anywhere, my sweet kitty.”

“No.” She secures her arms around his neck even tighter, pushing her face into his neck. “You’re gonna put me on the bed again and wrap me into a burrito and then go back to the sofa and leave me—”

“Purrito.”

“What?”

“Wrap you into a purrito.”

She loosens her hold and raises an eyebrow at him. “Wrap me into a purrito and then go back to the sofa and leave me all alone on the bed again.” Her face is back at his neck again. “But this time you’re gonna make sure you coil your yo-yo around—”

“I’m not going to do that.” He chuckles and climbs onto the bed. “Even though I should.”

Lady Noire whines as her back lands on the bed, but she stops when she sees the blanket draped over them. 

“You’re safe, my Lady.” Misterbug gently pries her arms away from his neck so that he can give her a forehead kiss. “Now, sleep, mon Chaton. We really need it.”

He turns away, moving as close to the edge of the bed and as far away from her as possible. 

He said he did not care about the implications of sleeping in the same apartment together, but in the same bed? Now, that’s scandalous. No one must know—not that it matters. Literally no one else is there nor has seen them in the dead of the night. 

The public can’t know.

The bed covers rustle before he feels two hands wrapping around his waist. 

He must’ve used too much of his lucky ladybugs’ magical powers earlier because nothing seems to go according to his plan ever since he stepped into this apartment!

“Er, Lady Noire?” he wheezes. This is too much contact. Her whole body is pressed against his back and he’s enjoying it too much for it to be considered appropriate. “What are you doing?”

“Hug the bug.”

“What?” He has enough air to expel from his lungs? How is he still breathing? His insides should’ve melted by now.

“Hug the bug,” she explains, as though repeating the same sentence would get him to understand her. “I saw it online: your fans use ‘hashtag-hug-the-bug’ to show their gratitude to you. And I’m your fan too.”

He swears he’s having a heart attack right now. “B–But isn’t that inappropriate?” he squeaks. 

“Hmm, you’re right.” 

Misterbug’s sure she’ll release him, and he’ll be able to breathe again and go back to sleep. Instead, he releases the most unrestrained squeal when Lady Noire squeezes him tighter.

“I’m not just a fan. I’m your friend too! And friends sleep together!”

Hhhhhhhhggggggggggggnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh! 

He should’ve listened to every fibre in his being from before. Lady Noire is actively trying to kill him. 

“N–No?”

“Yes.”

“What? No!”

“Yes! I sleep with my friends all the time!”

Misterbug has never flipped around so fast in his life. 

Even in the face of death. 

“What!” 

She can’t be serious.

Lady Noire releases her hands and snuggles into his chest once again. “I sleep with my friends all the time.” 

He grabs her upper arms and shakes “No, no, no! My Lady, look at me! What do you mean? With who?!”

A frown etches itself onto her mouth as Misterbug once again pushes her away from his chest. “Argh, let me sleep!” 

He hugs her against his chest and asks again, “Lady Noire, what do you mean you sleep with your friends?” 

She looks up at him and smiles. “You know? Sleep and cuddle in the same bed together, like… like a— a sleepover! Yeah, that’s the word! I have sleepovers with my friends all the time!” 

Oh.

A sleepover. That’s what she meant. 

Misterbug releases a sigh of relief. Yeah, that’s normal, something he knew people his age do all the time. 

But wait. 

“You mean with girl friends and guy friends?” 

His eyes widened as soon as she replied without hesitation. 

“Yep!” She buries her head into his chest as though she’s too shy to admit it. 

No way. No freaking way! 

He understands she has her own life outside of superheroing, but to have another guy snuggling with her? Before he even has the chance to? 

Unfair!

She peers at him again. “Oh wait, no I didn’t. Only with girls.” 

YES! He’s the first!! 

No wai—

“But you’re my favourite, Buguinet.” 

Misterbug quickly flashes her his teeth. “I’m your only Buguinet.” 

She pushes her face into his neck and giggles. “My favourite Buguinet in the whole wide world!” 

He smiles fondly as she circles her arms around his neck, bringing herself impossibly close to him. In response, he wraps his arms around her too and feels the vibrations of her soft purrs with his touch. 

Misterbug plans, really plans, to leave the bed as soon as Lady Noire falls asleep. But after learning that he can be the first guy she sleeps in the same bed with? He isn’t strong enough to ruin his own opportunity like that. 

She has also been pretty adamant about sleeping with him, even though he has tried his literal best to prove that she’s not thinking straight—to no avail.

So, he’ll just go with it for now and settle for cuddling and snuggling with her for the rest of the night. He has waited long enough for this to happen. His future self can deal with what could possibly happen later. 

Because for now, Misterbug will just embrace his Lady and have this very platonic sleep with her. With her hands around his neck, his around her waist, and her on top of him, weighing him down like his weighted blanket on this cold quiet night. Except it isn’t a quiet one anymore with her purring so contently, but that’s like a lullaby pulling him towards sleep. 

Misterbug’s so blessed.