Ladybug knew one major thing about her partner: He loved to cuddle.
She found that out the evening a few members of the press began verbally attacking Chat. She had been furious but calmed down when she held him.
It was also the day she learned about the effects of the Miraculous items and of being tied to their Kwami.
Chat had started purring under her attention. Later she had spoken to Tikki when she got home. The longer they carried the Miraculous itemsâher earrings and his ringâthe more they gained the attributes of their assigned Kwami.
Chat would be more feline likeâpurring, cuddling, better senses like sight, scent, and hearing.
She on the other hand would be more ladybug likeâproducing pheromones on her emotions, a desire for sweet foods and drinks, extreme sensitivity to cold, and later as her powers as Ladybug developed, sheâd have weapons that would reflect the toxicity found in Ladybugs, the weapons would reflect her personality.
Some things would carry over to their civilian self.
This made her realize something, if he had the senses carry over to his civilian self, heâd find her whether he was trying or not.
Ladybug sighed gently. She needed to tell him, he deserved to know from her telling him, not from an accident.
âHey there, Bug.â Chat grinned, coming across the red clad female as she sat on a lone rooftop, looking up at the star filled sky.
Most of the bright stars were hidden by lights of Paris, but she was still looking.
âWhatâs on your mind, Mâlady?â He moved to take a seat next to her, his hand brushing her back.
âA lot of things, but mainly about us and being heroes.â She said softly, moving to lean into him a bit. âThe side effects of our miraculous.â Her fingers brushed her earring, the red and black jewelry.
âWhat about it? So, I do things like purr when Iâm Chat, so what?â Chat shrugged, looking to her not truly understanding.
âNo⌠thatâs the thing. Tikki, my Kwami, said that some of these things will carry over to our civilian selves⌠Thinking about it, I am already getting affected by the cold.â
Chat paled a bit, âThat⌠would be hard to explain if I started purring in front of my friends or family.â
âExactly⌠I mean, I like it when you purr, butâŚâ
âYou do?â His face lit up and he leaned closer.
âBut, it isnât exactly ânormalâ for a boy to do. Nor is it normal for me to be letting off pheromones.â She sighed, moving to brush her fingers through his hair. The male couldnât help the soft purr erupting from his chest.
Ladybug had a soft smile, letting him snuggle into her, receiving his pets.
Maybe it was something theyâd worry about later. She couldnât really think of this as bad when he was leaning into her purring like a content kitten.
With her recent confession and realization, she needed to tell Chat soon⌠that she wanted to tell him soonâsheâd definitely enjoy the fact that she could make him purr as a civilian if it carried over. It would be too adorable for her not to take advantage of, despite his embarrassment.
âThat should be in three⌠two⌠oneâŚâ She counted down in her head.
âS-sorry!â Chat pulled away, making her smile. âS-sometimes I lose myself in thatâŚâ He couldnât even meet her gaze.
She just smiled and pulled him back to her, her fingers moving back through his hair. Chat sputtered out in surprise before purring, his face a deep shade of red at her assertiveness.
Maybe she wouldnât mind the side effect that affected her too much if she could get him to go that red from his side effects.
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LadyNoir July: Prompt: New Look/Costume Alterations Game Master
LadyNoir
Rated: T-M for violence
Prompt: New Look/Costume Alterations
LadyNoir
Game Master
âFucking Hawkmoth, and his damn akuma and whomever pissed off the Dungeons and Dragonâs game master!â Came a growl from Ladybug, Chat making a noise in agreement.
Was her hair wet? Chatâs eyes narrowed in on the pigtails that hung heavy, messier than usual. They seemed like she just came from a shower.
Things between the two had been tense since Chatâs unusual burst of anger. He knew he messed but, and he regretted it terribly.
The strain on the two put them in a bad situation, yet this Akuma who changed all of Paris into a game of Dungeons and Dragons, or whatever this game was?
âWe need more teammates.â Ladybug sighed and Chat stilled slightly.
âWhat?!â He felt offended. Did she want to get rid of him? Had he messed up thatâ
âI was in the bath when he did this. If I wasnât so worried youâd get hurt, Iâd had actually finished up rather than leaving my tub full and yanking on the first thing from my closet.â
Chat opened his mouth before letting it click shut, his cheeks beginning to burn.
A voice drew the attention of everyone in the area. Pairs had been turned into the game arena. âLadybug and Chat Noir, the two teen heroes were on their way to defeat the Game MasterâŚ. But they wonât get to me.â
In the middle of airs, a form began appearingâalmost pixelated until it was clear. Both heroes paled as it turned solid and roared.
âYouâll have to get past my guard dog.â
An Orcâgreen, almost grotesque looking with a large club in one hand, slapping it into the other.
âOh⌠fuck me sideways.â Ladybug hissed under her breath.
Chat opened his mouthâ
âDonât even say it!â She hissed.
âand proceeded to close it once more. He wasnât going to test her right now.
Ladybug glanced around. âYou go high, I go low?â She glanced to her yoyo and to the large legs of the monster. She was frustrated and she knew she wasnât getting back to that bath because she knew she and Chat needed to have a chat.
Inwardly, she groaned. She was spending way too much time with him.
âGot it, Mâlady!â He grinned before pausing. âAfter this, I think we should talk.â
âWe will. I promise.â In a brief moment, she wanted to pull him by his bell and press a kiss to his lips for luck. No! She was still upset with him over that stunt he pulled!
Chat noticed her hesitation but offered her a smile to calm her nerves, whether it was from their argument or the monster... Likely the latter, this was one of the largest creatures they had to fight, but it had been Max in his game inspired machine. Which they had gotten one in return.
âHold off on the Lucky Charm, we donât know what he has up his sleeves.â Chat said softly before he took off, using his baton to get up onto the roofs.
She set her jaw when he moved away to go after the monster the Akuma created and began running along the ground.
As far as she knew they had to just knock the monster off his feet before theyâd have a chance to go after the Game Master. They couldnât risk either of them using their special abilities. Lucky Charm and Cataclysm needed to be reserved for the actual Akuma or if it got too dangerous. With his ability to summon and manipulate the creatures in the area he was in.
Chat extended his baton, moving to attack as he heard the whisper of her yoyo cutting through the airâassuming that it hit its destination by wrapping around.
âMy Orc, get Chat Noir!â the voice hissed through the air. The creatureâs eyes were livelyâthe Game Master could see through the Orcâs eyes!
This voice caught the attention of both heroes, especially as the Orc suddenly twisted. His arm swinging as his body twisted, feet catching the string of Ladybugâs yoyo.
The monster stumbled, but not before he swung his club towards the black clad, green eyed hero.
âCHAT!â Ladybugâs voice pierced the air as she abandoned the fight, even as the Orc fell to the ground. Her ears rang with the sickening thud of the club hitting her partner.
They didnât know the true limits of their suits. They had no idea what their bodies could take in the suits outside some abnormal force.
By the time she reached him, he was a heap on the ground. His eyes were shut and while she didnât see anything outside of an abnormally angled legâshe still worried. It was what she didnât see that scared her.
Her body moved to cover his carefully, hovering as her fingers touched his cheek. âChatâŚâ tears flooded her eyes, âplease wake up.â
Her hand caressed his cheek, the gentle caress caused his eyes twitch, however they did not open even as a weak groan escaped him.
The ravenette let out a sob in relief, her fingers brushing his hair form his face.
A gentle buzz echoed in the back of her mind. Tikki. She rarely communicated when they were transformedâit took too much energy and caused too much mental chaos. Right now, it was a sense of clarity.
âHeâs okay, Marinette. I can sense Plagg⌠Heâs hurt, bad. You need to finish this.â
Blue eyes slid to the monster, he was yanking and pulling at the yoyo that had been abandoned. The beast was getting to his feet the best he could. She hadnât even noticed shaking of the beast collapsing over and over until he realized the yoyo hadnât broken apart under his force.
âI got it⌠I just... I donât have my yoyoâŚâ
âI know. Marinette, itâs time you have the offensive suit. Itâs your turn to protect Chat.â
âYes.â The woman nodded slowly as she stood tall, keeping herself positioned between Chat and the Orc.
A pink glow illuminated Ladybug. This made the creature roar at the bright light that hurt his eyes.
When the glow vanished, Ladybug had a new suit. Her outfit consisted of a skin tight black material, yet her body was wrapped in a red and black spotted armor. A breast plate was fit snugly against her chest and down along her abdomen to protect vital organs, yet the openings along the side left enough room for her to maneuver and twist around. The armor continues once it hit her pelvis at a thick black belt with a rounded ladybug-esque buckle, slipping down to cover her outer thighs until it reached some strong boots, her arms decorated in a similar manner with her shoulders and the outer edges of her arm reaching a set of black gloves with a silver band on each wrist. Â
Her suit had not been the only change weapons had also changed. Attached to the belt was several rounded items. Taking a quick glance, she noticed each one was similar to grenades she had seen in action movies. Each one was themed after a different species of ladybug. She had a total of six, three on each side.
âYou only get to use them once, you need to make them count. Tear gas, sleeping gas, a powerful flash bang, a smoke screen, an acid bomb, and an explosive.â
Marinette paled a little at the last two: Acid and explosives? What did Tikki expect sheâd do?
âMild Explosive.â Tikki corrected in her head.
Her head turned and she frowned before she set her jaw and turned back to the large monster. Tikki knew sheâd do anything to protect Chat.
Anything.
Her fingers went to her belt, grasping a rounded shape. In the back of her mind she heard Tikki breathe out. âFlash bang.â
Her eyes caught the bright yellow coloring, it was decorated in small, symmetrical black spots. Each item represented a breed of Ladybug.
Her lips pursed. This monster wasnât smartâjust strong. If she could blind him, possibly sheâd blind the Game Master. It was likely the young male was watching her through the eyes of his summon.
Her feet began moving before she could doubt herself.
Her body was moving swifter, similar to the nature she noticed Chat had moved. Her suit, while thicker than the other suit, advanced her physical strength, speed, and stamina.
Her eyes slid to the ground between the Orcâs legs. Her yoyo laid on the stone, useless and unraveled. She needed to get it.
She counted off the distance in her head. She had ten feet left before sheâd throw it.
Seven feetâŚ
Five feetâŚ
ThreeâŚ
One.
With a sharp twist, she twisted the black cap off and threw it. The yellow ladybug print flash bang rolled before bursting. She wanted to shut her eyes, yet the moment it left her hand, her mask shifted on her face.
Lips parted in awe. Thick lenses covered her eyes. The high collar of her suit seemed to spread until a mask covered her face and connected with her mask.
âMarinette, you donât have long! Go!â
Tikkiâs voice broke her from her awe after the science fiction like costume alteration took place. The magic in the lenses allowed her to see through the bright flash and she ran. Sliding on her feet she scooped up the yoyo and threw it once more. It circled around cement posts that came up from the groundâusually used to stop cars from riding up onto the sidewalk. She knew they wouldnât hold his weight if he tried to break through, so she moved quickly.
Once she was sure it was snug, she had it pulled taunt as a tripwire. She was alone and had one shot. If he came across the prone form of ChatâŚ
She shook her head, trying to shake off her worry. Sheâd never let that happen!
With a probing hand, she ran her fingers over the remaining five items at her waist.
She was memorizing the way Tikki read them off. From left to right: Explosive, Tear Gas, Smoke Screen. Flash Bang, Sleeping Gas, Acid Bomb.
She snagged the Explosive; a black item with two red spots on either side, pretty, yet fitting. With a twist and throw, the explosive went behind the Orc that was roaring and rubbing at his eyes, fist still clutching at his Club, causing it to swing haphazardly in the air.
The Explosive startled it, and the Game Master.
âWhat are you doing!?â The voice echoed through the air as the monster tried to run away from the bomb that exploded behind him. His body jerked forward and feet caught the string of her yoyo.
The crash shook the earth below her. This time with no distractions, she actually noticed it. Nealry losing her balance as the concrete posts groaned and cracked before the massive body crashed into the ground. Club flying through the air to crash.
When the creature was unable to pick himself up, desperately grasping at air to get the club, she realized like the akumatized items, the monsters needed their own items. After a minute of grasping, the green flesh began to fall apart in pixelsâno they werenât pixels but dice!
Thousands upon thousands of green dice began falling from the body until they were spilled out over the ground.
When the debris cleared, her mask and the lenses began shifting back to normal. She almost wanted to pout, it had been amazing, yet she had more important matters...
âNo! NO! NO! NO! NO! It isnât fair! Hawkmoth, this isnât fair!â Ladybug wanted to snicker, she could practically see the villain jumping up and down and stomping his feet while his voice echoed through the city like a loud speaker. Â
The male was still out of it, likely still in pain. When her fingers brushed his cheek to cradle his face, green eyes fluttered open. Dilated pupils looked to her, unfocused and his hand moved to her wrist.
âM-mâlady?â His voice was quiet, yet the sound of his own voice made him wince. The tantrum flooding the air made his body shudder with pain as it acted like a jackhammer in his skull. Â
âShhh⌠Iâm here. Letâs move you somewhere safe.â Her voice was a whisper, soft and quiet causing him to practically melt at her care and caution.
âLet me help⌠I donât want you fightââŚâ
She held a finger to his lips, âNo, Minou. Not this time. I need you safe⌠I could have lost you⌠and youâre still hurt.â Slowly, she moved to pull his arm over her shoulders, pulling him to his feet. It took a few attempts, but soon he was able to get his footing.
They were moving out of the area, she needed to get him somewhere safe.
ââŚYour suit changed?â He blinked rapidly, as if he was trying to make a filter vanish before his eyes.
âYes. Iâll explain everything.â She noticed his suit had changed too. Sheâd have to ask Tikki later, the Kwami went silent in the back of her mind.
His changes were subtle, silver lining peeking through outlining shapes of muscles. Armor, like hers, just hidden. Her hands felt something solid, at first, she thought it was just him. She wasnât going to lie, and she wasnât that oblivious to think he hadnât gained more muscle mass and firmer since she first met him. She realized it was form fitting armor like her own. Contorted to the shape of his body.
She had moved him to an alleyway, setting him against a wall. She was kneeling next to him. âIâll be back, I promise.â
His hand moved to take hers, âMâladyâŚ.â He moved to hold her hand to his cheek. âYou probably donât need it, but good luck.â
She faltered, remembering her thought before the fight. How she wanted to kiss him for good luck.
Her other hand moved to his other cheek, cupping them both, having him look at her. âFor luckâŚâ She whispered and closed the gap between them. Her lips pressed to his gently.
He was shocked, but kissed her back. He wasnât too sure at this point that he hadnât died. Every dream was coming true in this moment. If it wasnât for the pain he felt when he tried to draw her into his lap, he would have truly thought he was in heaven.
âNon.â She scolded lightly, tapping his nose when their lips parted. âI have an akuma to cleanse. You need to stop straining yourself.â
His eyes watched her, his lips parted as he watched her get up. He wanted to follow. He didnât want to risk that being their first and last kiss!
âStay, Chat⌠Iâll be back.â
âFamous last words, Mâlady.â His tone was different. He had faith in her, but now her leaving felt all the more real and it hurt.
âI canât lose. I have too much to lose⌠and Iâm not going to lose you⌠and you wonât lose me.â She paused to give him a smile and a light wink, trying to calm his nerves despite her own, before she took off.
His face was red, but his lips tilted up into a smile.
Ladybug had that same determined look when she left him to go after The Game Master as she had they day she defied Hawkmoth on the Eiffel Tower for everyone to see.
LadyNoir July: Prompt: Petty Arguments. Do I Know You?
LadyNoir
Prompt: Petty Arguments
Rated: T
LadyNoir July
Do I know you?
Chat always knew he was the less popular of the duo. It had never been something to bother her until recently.
Her words from after everything with Amortentia filled her head.
âYours, Chat. Iâm yours.â
Since that night he realized just how much people liked Ladybug.
Green eyes narrowed, watching his slightly flustered partner. He knew she didnât exactly function well in crowds.
The red clad female was trying to back up, a crowd of boys his age⌠her age too? He realized he still didnât know her age.
This made the bitter feeling of jealousy turn into seething aggravation. He knew so little about her⌠she knew so little about him.
That had been her choice.
He didnât need to know who she was. He just needed to know her.
But he didnât even know that.
When the ravenette turned around to smile at him, she saw his body tense and a scowl on his face, while his eyes werenât directed at her, she knew she did something wrong.
The female swallowed and moved to grab his wrist. His eyes finally flickering to hers. His hand twisted to take hold of her wrist as they took off. The heroine calling a goodbye before he tugged her away.
His hold wasnât hard, nor his tugging forceful. His hold was just firm, very different compared to his usual gentle grasp.
âChat?â She voiced her confusion, he turned a corner and guided them to a lone rooftop.
âNot yet.â He spoke firmly. This caused her to blink, very confused.
âDo I know you?â Came from him after a moment.
âW-what?â She was so confused, blinking at him.
âYouâre so quick to run from me, yet you say youâre mine! I know nothing about you, your fans know more about you then I do!â She almost flinched.
âChat, come on⌠you know meâŚâ She reached out.  He jerked away in response.
âNo, I donât!â
This made her pause, he just seemed to want to argue. Her lips pursed in annoyance, she had no idea what caused this, but she was putting an end to this petty crap.
âWhatâs my favorite color? My favorite place? What am I afraid of?â
âPink. The Eiffel Tower. Spiders, and letting people down. I mean I donât even know your age!â
âYeaâWhen did I tell you I was afraid of spiders?â Her eyebrows shot up under her mask. The stupid cat knew her better then she thought he did.
âYou freaked out a bit when one was on your yoyo last month. I saw the look of horror on your face when you tried to hide the fact that you let go to escape it.â He explained off handedly, almost as if he hadnât realized he was answering her question. âI donât know anything about your family other then you have both parents and that theyâre pretty supportive! I donât know where you want to go to University! I donât know what career you want other than that it is creative!â
Ladybug swore under her breath, she had tried to be smoother than that. She had been toying around with her yoyoâmainly because she got heavy into Overwatch and was lowkey obsessed with Widowmaker at one point. Until she came nose to nose with a little black spider and let go. She tried to catch herself, and he gave her a look, but she just laughed it off as âClumsy me!â
Her thoughts turned back to the ranting male. She listened for a moment before she couldnât take the questions.
âYouâre an idiot.â She said simply.
He quickly went quiet, looking at her.
âYou can tell when Iâm upset, even when Iâm faking it. You know my likes and dislikes, you know my greatest fears, Chat. You just want to argue, because what? You got it into your head that you donât know me?â She asked him, shaking her head. âThe same damn age as you.â She remembered when he told her he was fifteen when they first started.
âChat, you know me well. You donât even realize it⌠so this?â She moved her hand between them. âThis argument you want? No. Just no. I get enough fighting with my friends, classmates, and Akuma. I am not doing this with you!â She raised her voice, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
âYou said youâd be patient, and I know itâs hard⌠but Iâm not ready!â Tears fell and Chat wished he could take everything back. His cat ears plastered to his ears in shame. âI care about you, idiot. I want to be with you⌠but you deserve to know me and Iâm trying! Iâm trying!â
He took a step towards her, and his heart broke at what she didâshe took a step back, away from him.
âNo. Iâm mad at you⌠Iâm hurt. I know a lot of this is my fault, but you dragged me up here to argue about how you donât know me. If you thought, at all, this would end well⌠then you were right⌠you donât know me.â
He knew it wasnât going to end well, but he hadnât expected this. He hadnât been thinking.
âJ-just⌠go home Chat Noir.â
âIt was⌠I didnât know how old you were⌠and everything just came out.â
Ladybug paused, looking to him, âNow you know for sureâbut somewhere in the back of your mind you knew how old I was. At least the general age.â Alyaâs finding her school book so long ago had practically told them hold old she was. She may have joked about being Tikkiâs age, but she used to talk to him about school work on bad days. Physicsâsomething he offered to help her in.
âIâŚâ
âDonât apologize right now, Chat, please. Iâm going to go home. Weâll talk when we are both calm.â
Chat always saw her lurk about on rooftops when he realized she just wasnât up to being home. At first, he had wondered if she had a bad home life, but he heard her talk so warmly about her family, he realized it wasnât the case.
He assumed it was just some space. A place to know you were alone and had it to be yourself. He had his own little place away from everyone to do things like play on his phoneâhis actual phone, listen to music, or play on his 3DS. Just something away from everyone.
A first-generation iPod was next to her as she laid back. Her head cushioned by a rolled-up hoodyânoting the black and green he grinned. His friend from school. Marinette, did raffles on the Ladyblog to people that supported her and Alya on their Patreons. The most recent raffles were sets of Ladybug and Chat Noir Hoodies.
The song he recognized as Ignore Moi by Melanie Pain. It was a pretty little song, a bit older, but he could see her blue eyes closed, softly singing along with the tune.
The music wasnât terribly loud, his sensitive hearing just heard it better than most could.
When the song switched he didnât recognize it. It wasnât a French song, but an English one. He wondered if she knew English at that point. It wasnât uncommon, but it wasnât something everyone spoke.
He understood the words of it and moved to sit next to her, causing her to jerk a bit and her lips turned into an annoyed frown at being startled. Blue eyes shooting a small glare before shifting to share her makeshift pillow.
âWhatâs the name of this song?â
âRide or Die by Mable, now shh.â She said quickly.
Chat noted that she was shifting a little bit, nothing too obvious, just shifting with the music.
âI need your touch.â Her voice was very soft, almost a whisper.
âBut don't call it love
You know I've got no time for that
You know I've got no time for that, Oh.â
He noted her voice wasnât what he assumed it would be like. Soft, unpracticed. He doubted she sang much outside of these little whispered chords.
It was cute. Her whispering along to the song.
He got the meaning, he could have been wrong, but it was his interpretation of it.
âSo, does this mean youâre my ride or die?â He chuckled, earning another annoyed look as the song ended and another began.
âIf youâre just realizing that now, after everything weâve been through, I should start looking for someone else to be Ride of Die for.â She yawned and turned onto her side, tired, but not wanting to go home just yet. Her eyes shut, listening to the melody of the next song.
âNo, I knew you were. Itâs just nice hearing it.â His arm wrapped around her hugging her from behind.
He didnât see her cheeks flush or how her eyes shot back open from the contact.
She had been open with him last week, and was getting more comfortable with him on a more physical level.
She was giving him a chance, and it made her feel very warm and fuzzy about the fact that she did. He made her so happyâŚ
Yes, she was sad that she let go of Adrien, but Chat had been so much. He was her ride or die, the guy sheâd stand by till the end.
They had been that way from day one, and now that she noticed these little things of how close they really were without the obliviousness of it allâshe was happy knowing heâs the one sheâd die for.
Glancing back at him, feeling his arm around her, she bit her lip and shifted closer into his embrace.
Bonus:
âSo, a Chat Noir Hoody, hm?â He chuckled.
âShut up, cat.â She growled. âRespect the hoody and me not bringing up and Iâll let you keep using it as a pillow.â
âOh no, no no no, Bug. You went out and entered that raffle on the Ladyblog~!â He teased her, earning a glare from blue eyes. Her cheeks a flaming red.
âI swear, if you donât shut upâŚâ
Her threat hung in the air until he just grinned and she began inching away.
âIâm glad you missed me so much, Bugaboo. I bet you sleep with it.â His lips stayed in the shit-eating grin before he swiftly kissed her cheek.
Her face almost matched her suit at this point and she yanked her jacket from the ground and snatched up her iPod to get ready to go.
The female shrugged on the black hoody and popped up the hood, a smirk gracing her lips, âIâm the catâs meow, arenât I?â She hadnât waited on a response before she took off.
One secondâŚ
TwoâŚ.
ThrââŚ
âThat was a shitty pun done by Copycat and you know it! My puns are a million times better!!â Came the blondâs cry of outrage.
Adrien seemed so pissed when Theo said âIâm the Catâs Meowâ or something along those lines.Â