A/N: It's been so long since I wrote anything. Bad times. Anywho I'm back in a new fandom!
All chapters will be random and not connected (unless said so)
Enjoy!
Chat, by nature, was a curious kitty.
Not much of a surprise he surmised, after being brought up in such a sheltered home environment it was perfectly natural to want to know more, being Chat Noir only heightened this curiosity.
What's the rest of the school year going to bring?
Why are the baked goods from Marinette's bakery so irresistible?
Why did Plagg have to be so obsessed with camembert?
Who is Ladybug and when would she return his feelings?
You know, the typical stuff.
It was late in the afternoon when the superhero duo had finished their patrol. They sat side by side in comfortable silence atop a tiled rooftop as they soaked up the last rays of the setting sun, casting Paris in a warm glow.
Not warm enough for Ladybug's nature it seemed. As autumn slowly crept close, the cool breeze followed. So to combat the brisk air, Ladybug now added a red fluffy scarf to her patrolling attire, grumbling often on her desire to be warm and hibernate.
Miraculouses were curious things.
"You know My Lady, I've had a thought." Chat began. She turned her head towards him with a quirked brow.
"Shall we alert the Ladyblog?" Ladybug teased. Chat placed a clawed glove over his heart, ears flattened against his blond locks as he looked at her in mock offense. She stuck her tongue out in return.
"Me-ouch! Seriously, this has been bugging me for a while now." He said, smirking to himself when she scoffed at his sense of humour.
"Your puns bug me. But what is it Kitty?"
"It's about the traits we get from our Miraculouses. Like how you don't like the cold," He motioned, lightly batting the tassels on the end of her scarf. "And how I love receiving scratches." Chat emphasised the last part in a not so subtle hint, tilting his head towards her.
She rolled her eyes with a wry smile but repositioned her legs to allow his head to rest in her lap. He grinned at his rare victory as he felt one of her spandex clad hands glide through his hair to give the leather ears a soft scratch.
"But what about Hawkmoth? Like...what do butterflies even do? Or does he act like a moth?" Chat pondered.
Ladybug's eyes widened slightly in surprise, clearly the thought never occurred to her either. "That's a really good question Chat."
"Right?" He beamed, tilting his head slightly to look at her face. "If we could figure out his traits we might be able to finally identify Hawkmoth."
"Good idea." She smiled.
Chat withdrew his staff with a clawed hand, a couple of clicks on the staff's touch screen and he was soon scrolling through butterfly facts.
"Butterflies are typically brightly colored with heaps of patterns," He read out while she continued to scratch his ears. "Can you imagine him wearing that!? That could be an obvious giveaway." Chat mused.
"No doubt. I bet he has horrible fashion sense." Ladybug giggled. Chat chuckled as well while he continued reading.
"Butterflies tend to migrate frequently."
"Do you think he travels often? For business or something?" Ladybug suggested.
"Doubt it since he won't leave us alone." He pointed out, she hummed in agreement.
"Huh, some can spin silk."
Ladybug made a disgusted face. "I do NOT want to think about how he'd do that."
Chat smirked at her reaction while he began to search moth facts.
"On the other hand, moths are attracted to beer, ale and lager." He stated, surprised about the unusual fact.
"Wow I didn't know that, guess we better add breweries to our patrol." Ladybug joked.
"I could definitely see him as a red wine type of guy. Like, he's in a dark room sitting on a fancy chair, petting a cat while swirling a wine glass… menacingly." He gasped in fake horror at the thought which bought another exasperated eye roll from his lady.
Half an hour passed as Chat continued to read out facts, finding nothing of vital importance they decided to give up.
"He's a tricky person to figure out." Ladybug sighed.
"No kitten."
Gabriel Agreste sneezed loudly, the sound echoed loudly in his walk in wardrobe.
"Mr. Agreste?" His secretary called out, the click of her heels growing closer to the entrance. A few moments later the light flickered on as she walked inside.
He quirked a silver eyebrow at her in question. "Yes Nathalie?"
"Sorry for the disruption Sir, I could not find you."
"I was inspecting my attire for tonight's event." He said cooly.
He wondered if she would point out the fact he was in his wardrobe in the dark, but she wisely chose not to comment.
Until her eyes zeroed in on the corner of his mouth. She cast an awkward glance towards the garment that was directly beside him that now sported new holes.
"Sir, you have something stuck in your teeth." Nathalie pointed out quietly.
"Ah." Gabriel said, his hand discreetly went to his mouth to pull out a small piece of fabric that was caught in his teeth.
There was a brief pause as she picked up the damaged garment.
"Shall I…get this fixed?" She inclined.
"Yes, do see that it's repaired immediately."
"Right away Sir."
Moths have expensive tastes.
And that's the first one done! I have a few to write, most will be quite short until I improve my writing. I hope you enjoyed it!
Feel free to leave feedback and such, I'm so rusty!
See you in the next chapter!
-KC