heyyyyy Emsy @emsylcatac i'm so sorry it took so long but here's my belated birthday gift fic to you! 9 days later xD  i hope you enjoy this and that youâre having a good hiday â€
thank you so much Noodles for beta reading this! â€
When she thought she was all alone. After she convinced herself that she was the worst Guardian that ever existed.Â
Her heart responded immediately when he addressed her with her favourite nickname from him, relieved that he still called her that. She first looked at his outstretched palm, then lifted her eyes, and it happened in the moment she saw his soft eyes and pleasant smile directed at her.Â
The instant the thunder cracked above them.Â
She knew what it was. The realisation flooded her entire being and washed away all the previous feelings of failure and regret, like theyâd never been there in the first place.Â
There was only him and her.Â
And as though he understood exactly what she needed at that very hour, Chat Noir pulled her into a hug, comforting her. Ladybug shouldnât have been surprised, because deep down, she already knew thatâs who he is. Always trying to help, always kind, always loyal to her. Always been there together with her.Â
From the very beginning.Â
It was embarrassing how long it took for her to see something so blatantly obvious.
Ladybug was not oblivious to what she felt in that moment. But this was Chat Noir, and getting the Miraculouses back was the top priority in their current predicament.Â
She couldnât mess up again. That would be equivalent to letting her Chaton down, and she canât do that. Not when heâs been there for her time and time again, been her best friend, been her strongest rock, been her best supporter. Even when sheâd let him down before.
Ladybug doesnât want to put him through that again.Â
And so, she decided that she was going to keep it professional. No slip-ups, no room for error, no nothing. Defeat whatever-the-fuck-name-heâs-going-to-call-himself-from-now-on, and get back on track with her life. So that she can start dating again, and start appreciating the people she loves. For real this time.
Itâd be a piece of cake, she told herself. After all, she had more pressing issues than to stare at Chat Noir and admire him in all his beautyâŠÂ
How gentle he isâŠ
How he has also been with her, and there for herâŠ
...
Ladybug had to keep it professional.
No exceptions.
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She has seen Chat Noir smile plenty of times. In fact, she would go as far as to say thatâs when he looks most handsome even. She can stare at his face forever and ever.
And Ladybugâs pretty sure sheâs seen his smile at least a million times by now.Â
When heâs talking to rescued akumatised victims, when he greets anyone, whenever heâs bantering with her, whenever his eyes light up as he sees her approaching the scene.
God, that last one makes the good butterflies flutter in her stomach. Since when did she start having butterflies around Chat Noir?! He would have loved the pun if she said this out loud, she believes.Â
Ladybug is the reason why Chat Noir looks so elevated in battles. Sheâs seen video clipsâno, she did not seek out their Akuma battles on the Ladyblog to watch, who has time for that?âwhere he looks so thrilled in situations when he shouldnât be. In situations where she isnât even sure that she could save him and restore everything to how it once was. Chat Noir trusts her so immensely. He has more confidence in her than she has in herself. That thought is exhilarating and terrifying by itself.Â
She knows heâs also happy whenever they have their downtime together, just hanging out and patrolling and making sure that Paris is safe. Those are the times when it made more sense for Chat Noir to smile, when there wasnât any immediate danger. She thoroughly enjoys that time spent together, too. Seeing him share that same emotion with her, brings about a sense of floatiness within her chest.Â
And as sheâs said, there are many many smiles. She sees them almost all the time when sheâs with him.
The tip of her knuckles touching his feels funky, but it isnât enough to distract her from the sheer brilliance of Chat Noirâs smile.Â
Those upturned lips, sweet squishable cheeks, and the soft but still energetic green cat eyes that gaze at her. His face grips Ladybugâs attention so tightly she could hardly breathe. Her heartbeat picks up pace.Â
Chat Noir lowers his hand. âNothing can beat the Cat and Bug team, My Lady!âÂ
Ladybug brings her knuckles up to her face to scrutinise, she imagines a band magically materialising over her ring finger, just like how her magical suit comes into form, and cups her other palm to her reddening cheek.Â
She knows what this feeling isâ
âBuguinette?âÂ
âbut she has to keep it professional.Â
âHmm?âÂ
Chat Noir tilts his head and regards her expectantly, as though waiting for her to say something.
âDid you hear what Iâve said?âÂ
Shit! Whatever he had said went completely over her head.
Ladybug moves the hand on her cheek to her back while she brings the hand she was inspecting to her mouth and coughs. âWhat?â
âNothing can beat the Cat and Bug team! Donât you agree?â
Ah! Easy. Heâs looking to banter. She can definitely do that.
âYâYou mean the Bug and Cat team?âÂ
Ladybug wants to die in a hole.Â
Chat Noir raises an eyebrow and sheâs overcome with the immediate urge to flee.
âYou okââ
âShoot! I left my oven on! Gotta go, see you soon, mon Chaton. Bye!â And she swings away, hoping the wind would clear her mind, and cool down her pinkish hot cheeks.Â
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â⊠was blushing. Thereâs no wayââ
âWhoâs blushing?âÂ
âMy Lady!â He has a hand on his chest. âDonât scare me like that!âÂ
She takes a seat beside him and waves her hand, dismissing him. âNot my fault youâre so lost in thought you didnât hear the yo-yo, it is pretty loud.â
Chat Noir grumbles even more.Â
âSo, whoâs blushing?âÂ
He leans back, placing his hands behind him. âAh, a very close friend of mine. But anyway, how was your day?âÂ
Ladybug stares at his outstretched hand that is just a few centimetres away from her own, âEh, the usual.âÂ
Has his hand always looked like that?Â
She has always been aware of how big his hands areâthat is to be expected, given that heâs taller than herâbut thereâs something about them that she canât put her fingers on. Maybe itâs the aesthetics? The roughness of the outline of his hands makes them look hard and bony. Which is such a contrast to his personality. So kind, so warm, so giving, so understanding. And somehow, his large and generous hands fit that quality of his as well.Â
Ladybug decides that itâs the duality of his hands that attracts her, and she finds her own hand edging towards his.Â
Though, itâs such a shame for his hand to be covered. Hers too. She so desperately wants to know how it feels to be touching skin to skin, but she convinces herself that touching his warmth is still way better than having her hands on the cold, dirty rooftop.Â
She glimpses at the area where Chat Noir sits to see him facing forward, not paying her any mind. Ladybug follows suit, hoping to deflect any suspicion rising from him, but she makes sure to glance back at the spot where their hands are every 5 seconds or so, to see if her hand has reached his.Â
All the while, Ladybug continues sliding her hand closer and closer.Â
Itâs a good thing the distance between their hands isnât that far, because she doesnât know what sheâll do if it takes her longer than a few moments to touch his hand.Â
A peek at him, and heâs still focused on the scenic view before them.Â
Good.Â
She moves her hand in further.Â
Almost thereâŠÂ
âItâs been a while since we last saw the sunset together huh, my Lady?âÂ
She halts the moment he speaks and gazes at him when he calls her.Â
âItâs beautiful and calming, isnât it?âÂ
As much as Ladybug wants to confirm the beauty of the scenery and acknowledge his words, she finds herself captivated by his wistful, shining eyes. Â
In fact, she doesnât even want to look at the scenery now, because sheâs sure thereâs no way the sunset is more gorgeous than his look of awe. She doesnât want to look at anything else now that sheâs focused on him.Â
The beautiful golden hue paints him in colours that she would associate with feelings of happiness and warmth. His eyes sparkle brighter than any jewel she has ever seen, and the sun reflects such a pleasant colour off his cheeks that she just wants to touch them. But she keeps her hands to herself. Ladybugâs glad that she was interrupted before she could hold his hand. What has she been thinking?!Â
Touching him was tempting, but just like touching the sun, itâs far too dangerous right now. It was safer to stay at a distance and admire.
She wishes she had a camera with her though, so that she could witness this moment forever and ever. The lovely colours of the golden hour picture added to her room, hung on the walls full of pink and green would be so cute!Â
GreenâŠ
Wait.Â
Green?!
Ladybug finally catches on that she was so deep in her admiration for Chat Noir that she didnât realise she was staring at him. Her cheeks burn fiercely. She uses both hands to cover them and looks elsewhere.
âLâLadybug?â
No no no donât call her that! Call her by the nicknames!!Â
âHâHey,â he scoots closer, âare you alright? Is it too hot here?ââ
Stupid.
ââWe can always find shelter.âÂ
Cat.
âYeah,â she quickly stands up and faces away, a hand on her yo-yo, âthatâs probably a good idea!âÂ
She hates how high-pitched her voice is.
Ladybug hastily throws it in a random direction. She doesnât even know where sheâs goingâthe heat within her face is frying her brainâbut with her luck, the yo-yo always manages to latch onto something.Â
And off she goes.Â
Forget Chat Noir being her best friend. The wind has knocked him off of his rightful place and is now her best friend. Â
She hears the sound of his baton extending behind her, and she looks back, only to see his brows pinched and his nose scrunched up.Â
Shit shit shit!
At least heâs following her. Thatâs got to be something, right?
Marinette plops into her bed face down the moment she enters her room from the skylight. She doesnât care if she hasnât showered after that patrol. She doesnât care if sheâs dirty and sweaty and that sheâs lying on a newly changed, clean bed lining.Â
She just wants comfort now.Â
âTikki Tikki Tikkkkkkkkkkkkiiiiiiii~â she whines.
âWhatâs wrong, Marinette?â Tikkiâs voice appears right by her ear.Â
âDidnât you see? Chat Noir, heââ
âNo.â
Marinette grabs the pillow and shoves her head into it more. âI think he hates me now and wants a new partner. I mean, did you see the look on his face?!â
A pause. A pause that goes on for longer than sheâs comfortable with. She lifts her head from the pillow to look at Tikki.Â
It was getting hard to breathe.Â
âAgain, no.â
Her head hits the headrest again. âOh lĂ lĂ !â
âMarinette, are you done?â
She squirms. No, no sheâs not. Marinette wants to scream. How did it end up like this? Everything was fine! She was going to keep it professional! Sheâ
Sheâs in the process of a breakup and she canât deal with it! Not again!Â
A particularly painful impact collides with her temple, and she moves her head to see Tikkiâs unimpressed face. âWhy would he want a new partner?â
âBecause I rejected his offer to help once again!â she cries.
Marinette didnât think that Tikkiâs face could go beyond what sheâs displayed to her before, but just then, it did. And a tiny part of her is impressed that such a small creature can convey so much emotion. But sheâs mostly offended that Tikki is so done with her.
Tikki then looks at her dead in the eyes, makes sure she has her entire attention on her, and Marinette really thought Tikki was about to gobble her up whole, when she suddenly has the sweetest smile on her face and says, âYou need help.â Before floating away to munch on her delicious cookies.Â
Marinette watches her go with wide eyes. âHey! What do you mean! Tikki! HEY!â
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How did she survive this back then?Â
Just. How?Â
Okay, she admitsâonly to herselfâthis is not a piece of cake. She gives up! It has happened before, why did she think she can be composed a second time?Â
Ladybugâs sure all Chat Noir sees right now is a blob of red, with black dots everywhere else except the top, which is where her jet black hair is. Her cheeks are set ablaze and sheâs dying, but she really needs to get that cursed Akuma so that she can put an end to this.Â
Well⊠one part of this, not the other.Â
Not the part where his hands are on her.Â
Ladybug does not hide what she truly likes; sheâs a woman of her words after all.Â
It seems that the Akuma really hates her today. The aggression towards her never stops and Chat Noir has to dive in to rescue her a couple of times. The force of his body pushing them away from the scene sends them rolling on the ground together each time, arms around each other, and they come to a stop with her on top of him, or vice versa. Either way, her face is always beet red whenever it happens.
Sheâs sure Chat Noir notices, thereâs no way he doesnât. But sheâs thankful that he says nothing each time.Â
Anyway.Â
Itâs not because Ladybug isnât paying attention to the battle, itâs because her own efforts to dodge all the attacks are turning futile and Chat Noir has to step in. And even with him coming face to face with the Akuma to defend her, Chat Noir is left totally unscathed.
A Chat Noir fan, perhaps?Â
They eventually come up with a brilliant plan to make sure Ladybug doesnât get hit too.Â
And it works like a charm.Â
Yes, even for her, though sheâll never admit it to his face.Â
They still have to evade the attacks, but itâs less intense now that she basically has her body attached to his.Â
Literally.
Chat Noir carries Ladybug around like a doll. He piggybacks her at times, and the way his claws dig into her thighs as they swerve the Akumaâs attacks has her squeaking.Â
Other times, his hand snakes around her waist, pulling her as close to his body as possible, for some reason Ladybug wasnât paying attention to, because sheâs busy trying her best not to die from how close their bodies are pressed together. Â
This time, she is trying to figure out her Lucky Charm. And sheâs looking at it intently, but nothingâs coming to her mind. Not when sheâs being bridal carried. They found a spot and hid from the Akuma, and Chat Noir is on the lookout while he gives Ladybug ample time to figure out how to win the day. Â
âChaton, you can put me down now,â she squeaks.Â
Guess thatâs how she sounds now.
He holds her tighter, and her heart skips a beat. âNo, itâs too dangerous. Nothing can happen to you.â
Despite how it looks to others with him carrying her around, his touch is always featherlight and tender.Â
He has always been so gentle with her, since the beginning.Â
The observation sets her heart racing. Ladybugâs going to combust if this goes on any longer.Â
âCâChat Noir, IâI need you to put me down, so that I can figure out how to use the Lucky Charm!!â
And as though he realises her abashment for the first time since the Akuma attacked, he lets her go, and she falls onto the ground.Â
âOw.â
âMy Lady!â He kneels beside her to help her up. âIâm so sorry!â
âItâs fine, itâs fine,â she holds onto his hand and rubs her bottom, âjust, stop touching me for a second.âÂ
Never stop touching her.Â
âJust gâgrab me when you need me,â Ladybug retracts her earlier statement and goes to the fallen Lucky Charm, putting some distance between them and trying to get her mind to work again.Â
She needs this to end fast.Â
No she doesnât. She needs to get back to him fast.
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Maybe she only has herself to blame for this.Â
Her own greed landed her in this situation. Not that she minds, but sheâs so hot she can basically cook an egg on the top of her head.Â
Ladybug isnât sitting too close to him at first, she sits at a respectable distance from himâenough for her to throw secret glances at him once in a while. But then there really isnât much to do during patrol. So she decides to just scoot closer to him. And she didnât do it discreetly like the last time; she just stands and plops herself down beside him.Â
Chat Noir eyes her when she makes the move. She senses his eyes on her even as she sits down. What started as a curious gaze shifts into a mischievous smile when she looks at him again after getting comfortable.Â
Then, it was his turn to make a move. He first lays his head on her shoulder, which she really wasnât expecting at all, so she flinches at the contact. He then starts rubbing his head against her, his hair tickling her chinâthat, she had to get him to stop, lest he discovers her weakness.Â
âChat Noir, what are you doing?â
He stops and looks at her with that same grin again and stands to walk to a wider, open space behind her.Â
âOh nothing, just stretching, you see?â He proceeds to stretch one of the most exaggerated stretches she has seen in her life.Â
âSilly Chaton,â she giggles and faces forward again.Â
He continues his bizarre stretching and she pays him no attention. Ladybug would love to look at him as he stretched, but sheâs too scared of doing so. She got caught once, sheâs not going to get caught a second time.Â
Chat Noir starts counting out loud and her curiosity gets the better of her. Ladybug is about to turn her head when she feels hands on her shoulders, and Ladybug's breath hitches. Â
âCâChatoââ
 He places his chin on the crown of her head, sucks in a deep breath, and whines. Â
âPatrol is soooooo boooring!â
He swirls her body along with his and she feels her head heating up. He lets go of his hold and stands beside her, taking her hands in his and pulling her to stand.Â
âCome dance with me, my Lady!âÂ
Chat Noir leads her to the place where he did his stretches, with a softer, brighter smile now sitting on his face. His hand is on her waist once they arrive at the middle of the open space, and he starts guiding her around in calculated steps. His touch is so gentle again, and Ladybug does not know how she has not turned into a puddle of goo yet.Â
They continue gliding along the rooftop, Chat Noir twirling her around a few times, and she lets him, because why the fuck not? She's getting a dance she didnât think she would get in the first place and sheâs enjoying it, of fucking course sheâs not going to stop him.Â
She keeps her eyes on her feet, anxious that she might step on him, but he does a great job at making sure she doesnât. The footwork he sets isnât hard to follow. And when sheâs confident enough to leave her feet to their own accord, Ladybug lifts her gaze to him, and she realises that he has been staring at her the whole time. Those eyes, so full of love directed at her, and her mind is hazy with heat again.Â
âLadybug, are you okay?â His voice is warm and soft. âYouâre really red.â
This aggravating cat!Â
âIâIâm fine.âÂ
âReally?â Their dancing has stopped this time, and he touches her forehead before cupping her cheeks. How has she not fainted yet with him touching her so tenderly is beyond her.Â
âBuguinette, youâre really hot. Are you sure you donât want to end the patrol to go home and rest?â
She wants to. She so desperately wants to. She doesn't think she can take this anymore.Â
Ladybug looks down and circles her arms around him, hugging him close, one ear on his chest.
Itâs so soothing to listen to his heartbeat that she practically melts into him. She thinks this must be enough to show him whatâs going on with her all this while.Â
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