16 with ladynoir?? angst or fluff, I don't mind. I'm sure you'll manage to do things to my heart regardless. ( ; v ; )b
16. To I say I love you over and over again, till it’s nothing but a senseless babble
it happens in a moment of quiet, when the world finally lets out a held breath, time shifting forward. it happens after the heat of battle, after the miraculous cure saves the day, after the moment the chat noir disappeared again after--after--after--
ladybug grabs her partner’s face, curls her fingers into his cheeks and crushes his forehead against hers. “i love you, i love you, oh god--” she babbles. “please don’t--you were here--and then--”
chat noir places his hands over hers, wraps his fingers around hers. his breath proof that he’s a live, his voice proof that he’s alive, his warmth proof that he’s here.
ladybug shuts her eyes tight, refusing to look at him because tears are falling down her face. “you were here, and i love you, and then--” she stops to breathe because she needs to breathe and--
“shh, shh, my lady, look at me.”
ladybug shakes her head, finding herself sliding into the crook of his neck, her arms a vice around his neck. “please, no more, i love you, no more.”
chat noir takes a deep breath and he squeezes her tight, the two not breathing, only sobbing as the rest of the world moves forward, as time moves forward and everyone else forgets.
“oh god, i’m sorry, i love you, i’m sorry, i love you.”
(though who says it, doesn’t matter. it doesn’t matter, can’t matter. between the i love yous and the i’m sorrys, their world is only a slightly bit surer.
well, let’s not finish that thought. for where there is a ladybug, there is a chat noir and where there is a chat noir, a ladybug is sure to follow.)