Ladynoir Saturday morning drabbles
Little short Ladynoir snippet (mild sin) I wrote inspired by @soulffles love square kisses post here. (Sorry it kind of begins with the trope of one of them almost dying… but hope you enjoy nonetheless!)
“Stop following me, Chat!” she shouted out behind her. She was swinging from rooftop to rooftop but she couldn’t make it home if she couldn’t shake his tail.
“Then stop running, My Lady!” he yelled back, “because there’s no way I’m gonna stop chasing you!”
With a frustrated groan, she landed on a roof a few kilometers down from her house and waited for him, thinking of how best to rid herself of the ridiculous cat. He hopped down after her and walked forward.
“What’s gotten into you, Ladybug?” he asked. “You yelled at me and then punched me before running off. What are you so angry about?”
“If you hadn’t noticed, Chat Noir, you almost died due to your reckless behavior,” she said. She was surprised by how steady her voice sounded when in reality, her insides were boiling hot under her skin. “It may not have been an akuma attack, but those robbers had real guns, which in some ways if you didn’t know, death might be a bit more threatening than getting our miraculous taken.”
“Okay, but—might I just remind you of something that maybe you haven’t noticed,” he said, voice raising, “that both of us are still alive right now!”
“That’s not the point!” she said, stomping her foot. “The point is that you were being reckless!”
“And I’m still alive. Because you jumped in and saved me. Because we’re a team, remember?” he said. “I won’t do it again in the future if that makes you feel better.”
“It does not!” she cried, turning around to leave.
“No, wait,” he said. She felt his hand close around her wrist and whipped around, glowering at him. “Why are you really so angry?”
If she were honest with herself, she knew why, and it wasn’t because he was being reckless. The threat of Chat almost dying, of her almost losing him, had shaken her a lot more than she’d care to admit. She was angry; angry at herself for the confusing feelings, angry with Chat for making her feel this way, angry with life for doing this to her. Didn’t she love Adrien the most? Wouldn’t it be natural for her to fear losing Chat on the sole principle that they were partners and because she liked him as a friend? But something about the way her heart had nearly stopped beating told her a slightly different story.
“Just don’t die, kitty, okay?” she said without responding directly to his question. She made to pull away from him but his grip only tightened around her wrist.
“Look,” he said, bringing her hand to rest on his heart. “Feel that? It means I’m still alive. We’re both still alive and that’s what matters. So instead of being angry, can you just be happy and grateful that we haven’t lost each other?”
But the only thing Marinette registered with her hand on his chest was the frightening and unnerving fact that her heart was definitely beating much, much faster than his, and she didn’t like it one bit.