Miraculous Ladybug One-Shots

Two Halves of a Whole (2)

Hey, loves! Lubiniki from Miraculous Amino decided she'd be so kind as to commission a second 10,000 word part of the original commission!

Hold on to your hats; this'll be a bit of a wild ride. ;D

Feedback is much appreciated!

Enjoy. ;)

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Ladybug ducks and rolls, wincing as the gravel-filled parking lot brushes none too gently against her protective suit. She wipes the lingering dirt from her lip and jumps.

"What's wrong, Bug?" Yo-Yo Master spits menacingly, a cruel smile curling his purple lips. "Are you really no match for a simple man playing with a child's toy? Isn't this your profession?"

His teasing lilt has a growl rising in Ladybug's throat as she makes a jab at him with her yo-yo. Seemingly having seen it coming, Yo-Yo Master dodges the attack with ease, his condescending smirk only widening his pale-framed face.

Ladybug's gaze darts to Chat Noir, who has been slowly creeping up on the akuma from behind. They had discussed strategy for a brief moment before Yo-Yo Master had found them, and they both had agreed that attaining the possessed object (most likely the yo-yo) was going to be no easy task.

They have to play it smart.

Then again, Plans A through D have gone down the toilet thus far. Plan E (Evaluate and Attain) is in progress, though Ladybug has a haunting feeling that this plan is about to go out with a bang.

Her theory is proven correct when Yo-Yo Master suddenly turns away from her and swivels on Chat Noir, his yo-yo already extending to smack Chat in the face. Chat barely manages to deflect the blow with a mighty swing of his staff, sending the yo-yo flying a good bit before it comes shooting back.

Ladybug sends her own yo-yo careening towards Chat, getting him around the wrist, and tugs him towards her. He's yanked a few feet before he takes to the air with his stave, following Ladybug as she ducks into an abandoned warehouse.

"What was that, Plan G?" Chat asks sarcastically, his voice echoing in the empty space.

"E," Ladybug corrects, "and now it's time for Plan F."

"And what's that? Plan Fuck It and Just Beat Him Up?" Chat snorts at his own smart-ass response, and Ladybug slaps his arm weakly.

"No," she emphasizes, rolling her eyes and cocking her hip. "Just Beat Him Up is Plan J. Plan F is Fight and Flight. We need to figure out a way to distract him long enough to snag his yo-yo."

"How do you plan on accomplishing that, Bugaboo?" Chat purrs, leaning into her personal space with a suggestive eyebrow waggle. "Are you going to seduce him?"

"Yes, Chat," Ladybug responds flatly. "I am going to crawl all over him on live television under the watchful gaze of thousands of children. Great idea."

Chat winces into a chuckle, holding his hands up in a 'you've got me' motion. "Fair enough." He sobers. "Should we bring his source of anger into the equation?"

Ladybug purses her lips. "You mean the ninth grader?"

"No, no," Chat denies quickly, "we can't put any civilians in danger. I mean... maybe you should challenge him to a yo-yo duel."

Ladybug quirks an eyebrow. "That's... actually a pretty good idea. I attack him from the air, and you get him from the ground."

Chat grins smugly before shrugging. "I'm full of good ideas. I can also play the piano." He winks, and Ladybug snorts at the complete and utter irrelevance of that particular fun fact.