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- Pulling Her Pigtails
Chat Noir sidestepped with ease as Ladybug shot a hostile hand for his tail-like appendage. "You naughty alley cat!" She barked, fumbling with her now untidy pigtail.
He smirked at the fuming superheroine, his teeth gleaming like the mirth in his green gaze. "Got yourself in a hairy situation M'lady?" He mocked, awaiting a skyrocketing yo-yo to the face.
She huffed, too consumed with the task at hand to respond with her routine rhetoric.
During what was once a carefree evening patrol, Chat Noir had only found it fitting to take his lady off guard. After all, superheroes can never get too comfortable on the job.
He didn't regret his jest, as she finally fixed her midnight locks with a trademark red ribbon. The rosy blush that dusted her porcelain features made it all worth it as his heart fluttered.
"How is it that you always keep your hair so well groomed during our battles anyway?”
Ladybug fired an icy glare his way.
"Maybe it's because I don't have to tame unruly tomcats with what little time our miraculouses give us. She seethed. "Why can't you just keep your hands to yourself?"
Chat Noir chuckled. He could always wrap her around his claw-like fingers so easily. Sure it was borderline cruel, but it brightened the overcast night-time sky whenever his lady engaged in their little repartee.
"Because it's a lot more fun to bug you, my Bugaboo." He cooed, lightly tapping her nose.
Suddenly, a mischievous grin graced her features. And before Chat Noir had time to flee, she'd strung him up with her yo-yo and snatched his trusty baton. "
If you want it, come and get it." She taunted.
He only smirked after her leaping figure as he watched her lopsided hairdo bob along the rooftops of Paris.
- Ringing his Bell
Leaping across the battlefield, Ladybug toppled onto her partner; sending them both to the ground as a stream of flames shot from a fire-breathing akuma's mouth.
They both lay there; strewn across each other for what seemed like an hour. Once the blaze finally subsided, she hoisted herself up. Chat Noir, however, remained flat on the ground.
"Is there anybody home?" Ladybug teased tapping his bell.
The little ding seemed to snap him out of his stupor.
"Y-yeah." He stuttered, staring at her with his mouth open like a fish out of water.
"Well, you better turn the lights on if you want to defeat this akuma." She countered, a bit unsettled by his lack of words.
Oh trust me, I'm turned on. He thought, praying the leather suit wasn't giving too much away.
- Untangling her Yo-Yo
Ladybug growled in frustration. Hawkmoth's newest akumatized victim had proficiently used her yo-yo, against her.
Bound to one of the wrought iron legs of the Eiffel tower, she struggled to escape the suffocating confines of the nylon strings.
Curse, the cruel hand of irony.
Though she had wrangled akumas like this countless times, it did not feel exhilarating to sit at the other end of the lasso.
She owed Chat Noir a big apology.
Before her train of thought could embark on its descent into panic, she felt a light tug.
There stood her feline partner, shooting her a Cheshire grin.
"You seem a bit tied up. Really upends the whole 'bug in a rug pun' I had planned." He snickered.
She huffed in an effort to hide her immense relief.
"Just get me out of this death trap, okay? I don't want to be Anansi's next meal."
He saluted, raising his hand to swipe at the threads. However, his attempt had no effect as the strings only gleamed pristinely.
"Huh... this might take longer than anticipated." He muttered without his usual flourish.
Examining the mess with his keen eyes, he set to untangle her.
"In the meantime... Are you into this sort of thing?” He joked, trying to ease her nerves.
If looks could kill, he would've lost all of his nine lives.
- Arriving In Style
Ladybug winced in pain as the akuma launched her across the streets of Paris. She felt like a pin ball as she bounced between cars and fire hydrants.
Where are you Kitty? I could sure use a helping paw right now.
As if he could read her thoughts, Chat Noir sprung into her line of sight, heading straight for the akuma. He dodged the akuma's onslaught of attacks with grace, successfully attacking it from behind to buy the duo some time to meet.
Making his way to the super heroine, she couldn't help but balk at him.
"What the hell are you wearing?" She grimaced, shielding her eyes from the blinding chains making up Chat Noir's costume
"Just keeping up appearances, M'Lady. Gotta keep it fresh y'know?" He snickered, shooting finger guns in her direction.
Atop his leather body suit was a set of matching parachute pants and a baggy shirt donning the words "Cool Chat" in green text.
"You're late, you know." She crossed her arms with an irritated pout.
"Better late than never. You know I would never leave you here to fight an akuma alone. We're a team aren't we?" He asked, suddenly sobering.
"Yeah... We are." She reluctantly answered, the traces of her anger ebbing.
"Besides, I look too good to shy away from the action. You can shoot me at any angle anytime, anywhere." He joked, waggling his eyebrows.
Before Ladybug could say anything else he tore through the streets to engage in a brawl with the akuma once more.
Even though he acted like a dork she had to admit that his ass looked good in those pants.
Those fucking parachute pants.
- Keeping Her Warm
Shivering like a fallen leaf, Ladybug could only rub her arms with frosty fingertips to conserve what little warmth she had left.
Of all days to snow in Paris, why today? She asked herself with a mental groan.
It was her scheduled day to patrol along the borders, areas that usually required a more extensive search than others.
And she was not enjoying the fresh air at all.
In fact, she felt like any one of her limbs would fall off at any moment if she kept going.
Mustering up the strength to move her frozen limbs, she aimed her yo-yo up at the Eiffel
Tower and proceeded to hide out from the frigid weather there.
Little did she know that someone else had the same idea.
Gasping in surprise, she jumped as a large, coat covered her shoulders.
"It's a bit chilly out here, don't you think Bugaboo?" Chat Noir asked with a light smile and a cherry, red nose.
"You look a bit cold yourself. Don't you need this?" She asked, reaching to return it.
"N-no keep it. You look like you need it a lot more than I do, though I wouldn't go back out there to finish patrolling until the snow has tapered off." He pointed out, watching the accumulating flakes blanket Paris.
"You're probably right." She said sitting down with him. Drawing into his warmth, she cuddled against his side in contentment.
Blushing, Chat Noir didn't mind the company as the two of them settled against the iron fixture until night fell.
She really was his snow angel. An angel with red spandex and bluebell eyes.