Satisfy (one of the characters is trying to make the other happy) with one sided ladynoir from chat's side?
Whoohoo, this is my 1000th post on @chassecroise! It’s funny that I started this drabble series to celebrate 500 followers, but I just crossed 750 and I still have 17 other requests in my inbox…so who knows how far I’ll be along by the time I’m actually done? 😊
As always, I had a lot of fun writing this one :D Thanks for the prompt!
Satisfied
Usually, when Chat Noir tries to flirt with Ladybug she either a) flirts back, or b) playfully shuts him down. Either way, she always has a response on the tip of the tongue, a quick roll of the eyes, or an exasperated sigh.
But today, she’s not doing either of those things. And although Ladybug always seems to relish living in the moment, enthusiastic about the thrill of the battle and working hand in hand with Chat Noir to bring peace and order back to Paris, her eyes are empty today. She seems unusually focused on defeating the akuma, and she’s barely responding to any of Chat’s quips.
She hasn’t even groaned once at any of his puns, and he’s made at least five.
So there’s no doubt about it. Something’s wrong.
She’s always been a master of hiding what she’s really feeling, but Chat Noir knows his partner too well. She’s stressed about something, and he doesn’t know what, but he’s determined to make her smile at least once before they part ways today.
Chat doesn’t know what her civilian life is like, but if it’s even slightly as busy as his has been lately, it’s no wonder that her brows are furrowed and her jaw is tight.
He starts formulating a plan to cheer Ladybug up as she pulls out Lucky Charm and whips it into action, restoring the Champs Elysées back to its former glory. While she surveys the area, he pops over to a food vendor standing nearby and asks for two cookies before hopping back to stand beside Ladybug.
As they fist bump and say “Bien joué!”, his voice is cheerful but hers is distant, her eyes clouded and distracted.
She pulls away almost immediately as her earrings start beeping, and whips her yo-yo out to leave. Chat gently grasps her forearm to stop her from going.
“Wait, Ladybug! I need to ask you something.”
“Chaton, my Miraculous is running out of time—I don’t have time to stay and chat!”
“I promise I won’t look—it’s just that—you seem really stressed out. Is everything okay?”
The earnest concern in his voice makes her stop, even though she knows she’s running out of time. She turns to look at him, eyes softening.
“Things have been kind of hectic,” she admits. “But I’m fine, I promise. And now I really have to go, or you’ll find out who I am—and I don’t think either of us want that to happen!” she adds, with a wink.
Chat shakes his head. “You’re not getting away with that one this time. I know you too well. I don’t know what it is you’re stressing about, but you need some downtime. Come on, let’s get some crepes! I know a great place just down the street—”
“But my Miraculous!”
“I have a solution for that.” He takes her hand and presses the cookies into her palm.
“That’s for your kwami—you said she likes cookies, didn’t you?”
Ladybug’s eyes widen with surprise. She’s only mentioned it to him once in passing, and she wouldn’t have expected him to remember. But Chat Noir has always been full of surprises.
“Jump around the corner and de-transform—I promise I won’t look—and then give her these cookies, and then come back as Ladybug when you’re ready. I’ll be waiting right here.”
Ladybug nods and runs around the corner of the nearest building as her Miraculous runs out of time, and hands Tikki the cookies as soon as she de-transforms. The kwami hungrily gulps them down before nodding cheerfully at Marinette. She transforms once again into Ladybug and runs around the corner, where Chat Noir is patiently waiting, just like he promised.
His entire being lights up as soon as he notices her coming back.
“How do you do, bugaboo?” he asks. “Ready for some crepes?”
“They better be good,” says Ladybug as she looks at him, eyebrows raised.
Chat Noir puts his hand on his chest. “Best in Paris, cat’s honor!”
“Well, I hope you’re a cat with good taste.”
“Oh, I am, mademoiselle,” he says with a bow.
As Chat looks up and their gazes meet, he finally sees what he was looking for—a smile dancing about his lady’s lips and a twinkle in her eyes.
Someday, he’ll tell her he loves her. But for now, he’s satisfied.
