What They Call Affection

It All Begins

What They Call Affection
Summary:

It all begins on a nice day, while the wind blows and the sun beams brightly, lighting the path for those who wish to travel.

It all begins after she's purified the akuma, and confirms with her black cat partner that they'll be meeting later that night to patrol.

It all begins with one wrong question.

And then, everything changes.

Notes:

Hewo! It's FluffStuffs, here to bring you kawaii shipping and tears of pain! :D I made this bc I was bored and needed to write something and it kinDA JUST HAPPENED SO YE

It all begins on a nice day, while the wind blows and the sun beams brightly, lighting the path for those who wish to travel.

It all begins after she's purified the akuma, and confirms with her black cat partner that they'll be meeting later that night to patrol.

They both leave with excited smiles, for they know what their patrols bring. Their patrols have always been their sort of way to truly connect- They do hunt for akumas and leads on Hawkmoth, yes- but ninety-five percent of the time, they sit down at the tip top of the Eiffel Tower, and hold conversations that can be anywhere from fifteen minutes to three hours long.

It's one of the best things about their partnership, really. Because with these patrols has grown a certain trust; One that neither of them share with anyone else.

They've talked about it all: Music taste, akuma theories, favorite this and that. They've even shared a few more special, loving moments. They might not exactly be lovers, but they are best friends, and it's something the both of them treasure deeply.

There's been times where Ladybug is just not up for swinging around rooftops or having Chat chase after her like the dorky kitten he is. So, Chat is always there to put his clawed-hand on her shoulder, and whisper with so much love and affection Ladybug is overwhelmed with a sense of- love?- maybe, "You are important, Ladybug. You always have been and you always will be- Especially to me."

But there has also been a fair share of times in which Chat doesn't have his usual quirky and lovable demeanor. There had been quite a few times where he'd said quite simply that he'd "rather just enjoy their time together instead of talk". It never worked. It never would. Ladybug was just too caring and sweet for him to hold it from her for long. And so, he would discuss his struggles- simply telling her that he had an expectation to meet both in and out of mask, so it stressed him quite a bit. His lady would place her hand in his, and smile sincerely, saying "You don't have to meet any expectations around me, kitten." and she'd always scratch behind his ears for good measure, giggling that cute giggle of hers when he would reply with a purr and lean into her.

Tonight was going to be no different.

Or at least, that's what they thought.

As the sun sets over the beauty of Paris, two teenage super heroes rush to their meeting place, eager for the love and affection they'd both come to enjoy out of their meetings.

Tonight felt like a good night to the two, having already talked for about four hours about some heavier subjects during the patrol they had set two weeks ago, so now, there were no heavy things to touch up on. Marinette didn't have anything she needed to get off her chest, and neither did Chat, so they were going to do the fun little game they did at times: The cat and bug chase. Usually, it would be the cat chasing the bug, but sometimes, they switched it up.

Soon enough, two silhouettes met on the top of Notre Dame, eyes shimmering in mischief and excitement. Ladybug was first to speak.

"Hey kitty, ready for the chase?"