Composure (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

🕖 Can't Think Straight 🕖

Chat gawked at Ladybug. Is she making a joke? He shook that thought out of his head, eyes never leaving her. She never makes jokes. His eyebrows furrowed in thought. Okay, maybe she might make jokes, but never ones like these.

There was movement off to the side, and the sound of hollowed glass dragging along the ground caught his attention. The akumatisee was standing up.

The man clutched his chest in pain, suddenly, exclaiming with a gasp. "Oh! Ladybug! Help me!" He stumbled as he fell back to the pavement in feigned trouble.

She turned toward him, eyes widening before she sprinted over to offer him a hand.

Chat just watched incredulously, unbelieving of what was occurring. Impawssible. How could she just believe him like that? His eyes drifted to the bottle still gripped in the akumatisee's hand.

She was zapped.

So, technically, she's drunk right now. He smirked. Meaning... no. You gotta focus. Now isn't the time.

"You should go hide before the akumatisee comes," the bluenette said, still serious despite the spell over her mind.

"Oh, that won't be necessary, Ladybug," he said. A purple mask took over his face. "Yes, Hawkmoth."

"What?" the spotted superhero asked.

His blue eyes blinked innocently. "Those are some nice earrings you have there." Her question was ignored.

"Thank you," she smiled, her lips crooked.

"Do you mind if I look at them up close? They're just so beautiful."

That's it. Chat heard something a bit different than that, and all that coursed through his mind was the idea of attacking him, but he instead wrapped an arm around Ladybug's waist and vaulted her off toward safety.

The city below was beautiful, the rows upon rows of rooftops in countless colors and constituents, and it was only accessible by him and his Lady. It was theirs. He thought of it as a home they shared. If someone disturbed it (particularly an akumatized person), they were stopped for defiling such precious territory immediately. The hero clad in black longed for a day when they could just sit on the shingles of a roof and watch the sun sink below the horizon, a gorgeous spectacle of oranges and reds and yellows, an ombré expanse only punctuated by clouds of fluffy pink wisps that scuttled across it's never-ending length. But even more aesthetically pleasing was a jewel that stood like a giant, that stretched higher than any other building in sight.

The Eiffel Tower.

It was most beautiful at night, and it was where he first realized his love for Ladybug. Oh, what a marvelous epiphany that was.

He was heading straight for it—but a hand pushed his face to the side roughly, and he lost balance on his baton. The two superheroes began plunging hundreds of feet toward the ground, the winds whipping their faces as they hurtled closer and closer and closer to the street at a growing speed.

Chat grasped for the silver stick, but it slipped out of its hold and became far out of reach.

He closed his eyes, hoping, trusting, that Ladybug would save them. Air still pushed fiercely at his face, and he became worried. She would have done something by now. The blond peaked out of an eye and looked behind him, spotting her yo-yo wrapped around a street light.

Everything was still.

Turning back, he flinched, face distorting in a look of alarm as he saw that the concrete was only a centimeter from brushing his nose. He gulped, throat dry. I guess I shouldn't have been so trusting. I'm just so used to being reliant on her. I didn't really think about the fact that she isn't in her right mind at the moment.