"I almost died" and/or "Hey, you’re safe now. It’s over.” With ladynoir? I absolutely love how you write their dynamic and I'm in desperate need of some ladynoir right now bc I'm stuck in the hospital and need something to cheer me up 😩
Oh no, @alpacalypticpotatoes! I hope this makes your hospital stay a little brighter. <3
“I almost died,” Chat Noir gasped. “Holy cats, I almost died.” He clutched his chest with one clawed hand, panting.
“Chat, stop being so dramatic, we need to…” Ladybug trailed off once she got a good look at her partner. He was doubled over, chest heaving and face shiny with sweat. “Chat?”
“I…I can’t…breathe…” he wheezed.
Ladybug was suddenly by his side, guiding him down to sit on the rooftop. “Hey, you’re safe now.” She brushed his hair away from his forehead. “It’s over.”
Chat Noir’s eyes were wide as he gasped beside her.
“Kitty, focus on me, okay? If you keep breathing that fast, you’re going to pass out. Breathe in for me. Okay, breathe out.” She took his hand in hers, smoothing out his palm and linking their fingers together. After a few minutes, his breathing evened out and he relaxed.
He cleared his throat. “Ah, sorry about that.”
Chat Noir shook his head. “I’m not sure. It’s not like that was the first time I’ve gotten thrown off the Eiffel Tower.”
“Probably won’t be the last either,” Ladybug quipped.
He gave her a small smile. “Probably not.”
“You kind of freaked out though.”
“Yeah…yeah, I know. I think…it’s been a rough week and maybe that was just one thing too much?”
“I can understand that,” she nodded. She loosened her fingers from his but instead of pulling away she began to trace patterns on his open palm. “This can all be a lot to deal with sometimes.”
He watched her motions. “Yeah.”
“Like, I had this huge test today that I know I totally bombed because of that stupid egg akuma yesterday.”
“That guy was disgusting.”
“Right? So while I should’ve been studying, instead I was chasing Chicken Man across the city,” she complained.
“I’m right there with you. I’m pretty sure I failed a test earlier too.”
“Mmmm,” Ladybug hummed, sliding her index finger up along his. She tapped the tip of his claw and began to slide it back down. Chat Noir’s breath hitched and she looked up, flushing and dropping his hand. “Sorry,” she muttered.
“I…I didn’t mind,” he gulped. “Uh, you can keep doing it if you want. It was relaxing.” He offered his hand.
She eyed it for a moment before taking it in hers again, beginning with his pinky. After a few minutes, a deep rumbling began in Chat Noir’s chest. “Ignore that,” he muttered.
Ladybug scooted closer to him so their shoulders were touching. She linked their fingers again and let their joined hands drop into her lap as she rested her head on his vibrating shoulder. “You’re like my own personal massage chair,” she sighed.
“If I’m a chair, you should get in my lap.”
She was silent for a moment. “Maybe I should.”
“Holy cats, I think I’m dying again.”
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