MLB: love square drabbles

3: ladynoir- tell me a secret

OHOHOHOHOHOOO I HAD FUN WITH THIS ONE.
Enjoy my babies.
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Every jump rushed through Chat Noir's veins. It always did. Night patrol on Friday was always, always easily his favorite. The one patrol they shared together. His last patrol of the week. Him and his lady, jumping from roof to roof. Weary for crime, but not fighting it always. Times where he could actually stop and talk to her.

He always learned little bits and pieces about her. Like that her favorite color was pink, and that she loved strawberry cupcakes the most. And that her favorite spot in the world was under the Eiffel Tower. And that she prefers stargazing on roofs over the ground. He could recite half the conversations by heart. They were his most personal moments with his true love.

Today was a day he knew he needed to stop and talk to her. She was slow and hesitant on her jumps, and her face was slightly flushed red, even under the red mask. He could swear he could even hear her sniffling, as she made jump after jump.

At first he wanted to ignore it, knowing sometimes it was best left alone, but as he heard a sniffle, definitely heard a sniffle or two, maybe even three, he stopped in his tracks, turning around and grunting as she ran right into him. "C-chat!"

"My lady, w-what's wrong?" His arms found her waist, but then quickly removed them out of embarrassment, realizing he was too affectionate for a moment. "Are you okay? Usually you're ahead, usually you're leading. Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah kit, I'm fine" she didn't dare meet his gaze. She looked at his shoes, his cat feet. They were so large next to her own. She would do anything for a distraction.

"My lady I know you better than that. Somethings got you all tied up. What is it, bugaboo?" His words were warm and soft, as he quickly sat on the ground, meeting her gaze that was meant for his feet. "Come sit. There isn't any crime tonight." He badly wanted to help his lady, even if she could only vaguely tell him what was going on, he just wanted to help the girl.

"It's.... Its nothing.." But she sat anyway. She sat anyway and that said everything. It was oh so totally something.

"If you're not going to tell me, then I'm just going to have to snuggle you until you do" his lips flashed a grin, gentle and caring hands coming down to push a stray piece of hair away from her eyes. "Im gonna do it!"

"I surrender" she muttered under her breath, moving closer to him. She did need someone holding her. Chat would be the only one who would do it without even hesitating, so it was a might as well try. Hesitant arms snaked around her, and she didn't protest in the slightest, leaning into the touch.

The silence enveloped them as they both stared out at the night before them, only to be seen this way from this exact angle by them. The silence was everything. There was silence, but there was no silence.

Each movement was a phrase to them, a ward added to the conversation. Her hand pressing into his knee so she could move closer, his fingers gripping just ever so slightly tighter into her side. He felt like he was dreaming. He was the chosen one, to be blessed by his lady.

"Do you wanna tell me now?" The words almost went unnoticed by the red clad superhero, as she raised her eyebrows, him repeating his words, just in case her ears had shut down. "I'm gonna keep trying until I get it out of you, or at least something"

"It's a secret."

"Well.... tell me a secret, then"

The silence surrounded them again, but different. He could hear her thinking. He couldn't hear her thoughts or even her thought process, but he could hear her thinking, hear her trying to answer the question in a million different ways. Her mouth opened and closed, one, two, three times, then small noises, soft grunts and sighs. She was trying to form the right words. He appreciated it more than anything ever before. She was trying, that was all that mattered.

"This boy at school. He....."

"Did he hurt you? I'll kick his ass." His blood sped up to three times as fast, as he furrowed his eyebrows. No one should hurt his lady, his girl. He didn't want her to be touched.

"No I! No. Don't hurt him, really.... He just. I don't even think he likes me as a friend, but I'm just.... I'm in love with him...." The words fell off her lips like she had never admitted it before. A secret kept between the two of them.

Of course he was jealous. He was absolutely engulfed in it, but he knew it wasn't the time or place. He could track the boy down and kick his ass later. Right now, he needed to comfort his lady.

"H-he just.... I'm only around because his friends are cool with me. I'm pretty sure he thinks I'm weird.." She let out a soft sob, her eyes shut tight as he turned her towards him, her hands resting onto his chest gently as the warm tears started to fall down.

"Well he's missing out on the whole world." His hand naturally went to stroke her hair, his lips leaning down and kissing her head. "I bet you're so beautiful even without the mask."

"But I'm not as confident, chat. I'm.... I AM weird, without the mask..." She was crying hard now. Really hard, and he had never felt so bad. He scooped her up, his lips colliding with her head, her cheeks, her nose. God, he had never wanted to kiss her lips so bad, but knew better.

"I really do hope he sees his mistakes and loves you, because you deserve it. You deserve the world." He smiled down at her, their eyes locking as he continued to play with one of her pigtails. At least her sobbing had stopped.

"He's so.... He's too good for me. He's a model, god it's so dumb. I'm probably just seen as another obsessed fan who sits behind the perfect boy. Stupid Adrien" she mumbled, curling up. He was frozen in his tracks. "I wish I was different to him, you know? Just for once."

"A-Adrien? Adrien who?"

"Oh no kitty. You are NOT going to go kick his ass."

"Adrien agreste?"

His eyes were locked on hers. The second she tried to break them, he commanded her back. "That's who you're talking about?"

And as she nodded, all he wanted to do, was truly kick his own ass. Maybe she'd let her do it for him. He'd be honored, for being an asshole to ladybug, even if it was indirectly.

"It's so dumb, right? What would a model want to do with me?"

He was up on his feet, and he was pulling her up along him, he was practically dancing. That meant ladybug liked him. Even technically, he'd fucking take it.

"I want everything to do with you, my lady" he picked her up and twirled her around, his smile stupid as he undid his transformation.
"Stupid cat!"

But she was smiling. And so was he. And that was the start to everything being right in the world.