Ladynoir One-Shot
Sometimes all it takes is a change in perspective to fall in love, and a thunderstorm to cement it.
Inspired by Verabraun_art on Instagram and Maroon 5 - 'She Will Be Loved'
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Ladybug had ran away again; leaving him alone out in the rain as the heavens opened and cried tears along with her. It was clear to see she was broken over something; she was troubled and it broke his heart. But once again she denied it, instead doing the one thing she always did to protect her heart, she ran away. Her distant looks and sad smiles were all the evidence he needed of some sort of chaos making its way into her life, his ray of contestant light suddenly being taken over by dark shadows. She was beautiful and seeing such a face so sad, so broken, broke him too. He wanted to help her; he needed to help her, to let her know she could trust him. He wanted to listen—she needed to talk.
Chat Noir followed her, an action embedded so deep in his soul he was sure it was part of his DNA. Not a day would go by where he wouldn't help her, where he wouldn't follow her to the ends of the Earth and back. He wanted to be there for her so badly; his heart had been fully absorbed by her since the day he had found out she was none other than Marinette. His Marinette. His heart constantly yearned for her, wanting nothing more than for her to want him as much as he wanted her.
The reveal, though planned, had affected them both greatly. They had always been close, the change happening abruptly in their later collège days when he'd tried time and time again to place a kiss on her cheek, or invite her to see a movie, but that all changed once more the day the masks fell. It was almost as though a world of pain had been unveiled with their mask free faces; the wall between them transfering from the opaque and solid structure of brick to a fragile, transparent glass structure.
Looking into the watery blue eyes of the woman he was certain he loved, he could feel the pain of the hardships she faced with the Miracle Box and her guardianship, but that pain was minuscule compared to the pain of knowing she'd always belong to others...that she'd never belong to him.
From that day on, she dodged his moves like the plague; no longer allowing the friendly hand holding and whispered conversations to take place between the two of them, stopping the way they always seemed more than just friends.
He continued his search for where his Lady had seeked sanctuary; lost in his own thoughts, he hadn't seen where she'd headed to, instead knocking at each and every door as he passed hoping to catch a glimpse of his red and polka dotted partner in a hallway or a window — finally finding her in the local laundromat.
He watched outside the window, the rain beating against his hair and suit, rebounding in different directions as it tried to escape into the forming puddles. He watched as she paced the floor biting down hard on a gloved nail, a telltale sign that she was thinking about something deep, something equally scary and unplanned. His heart was calling for her as he pushed the door open and made his way in, a hope she would finally talk.
As the jingle of the bell caught her attention, she stopped and spun on the balls of her feet. Her eyes came directly into contact with his, as his big bulky boots pounded against the tiled floor, slowly and steadily, an clear sign he was there, and a sign he meant no harm.
