I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir
Midnight Visits
By Alimackatjac
Chapter 1 After an attack.
Bright rotating blue and red lights streak across the dark Paris streets, as two celebratory fists bump together.
"Pound it!" Two bruised bodies, a little worse for wear stand with gratifying smiles, with exhausted chests heaving to catch a breath, in the cool night air. As usual, the battle to save Paris was a fierce and drawn out fight, however much to Hawk Moth's dismay our two super heroes came out victorious. The battle fatigued duo stands behind numerous uniformed officers, attempting to hold back the onslaught of curious onlookers, and anxious reporters. Hastily converging on the duo in a mass, jumbled wave of microphones from various stations. All with one goal in mind, to possibly squeeze their question in about tonight's attack, before the two vanish into the shadows of the night.
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The striking blond man, straightens his sore back to stand tall in his body-hugging leather suit. He raises a hand to happily wave to his screaming admires, struggling to get the bachelor cat's attention. However, unbeknownst to the screaming crowds the superhero is somewhat beaten behind the black mask, as he forces a smile. He swiftly lifts a hand, wiping away a small trail of perspiration from his temple, before the cameras can catch it.
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His vivid green eyes slide over to see his tired partner hastily tuck a few stray strands behind her ear. With a cocky smirk affixed to his striking features the black tomcat lifted his arms, motioning to the press to calm down, buying his partner some time.
"Beep!"
However, that's all the time he can afford to give his partner. Over the distant wailing sirens and the rumblings of the crowd a small beep echoes in the feline's ears. The inconspicuous sound causes his pointy ears to twitch, and his lips to momentarily turn down, for a fraction of a second. His cat like eyes peer down to a bright flashing green paw, perched on his gloved hand, or rather what's left of the paw. After hearing the tiny beep, the impish black cat gives a sweeping, gentlemanly bow with a wide smile plastered on his lips. "My lady, I'm afraid I'm meowt of time, so I'll leave the reporters in your capable paws."
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The serious spotted heroine of Paris rolls her large bluebell eyes in exasperation, after hearing her Partner's humorless joke. Inwardly grateful all the bundled microphones, wouldn't be able pick up the black cat's nonsense, over the boisterous crowd.
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Adreian's POV
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With the usual roll of her eyes, my somewhat aching leather covered muscles thrust my leaping body from the busy scene. It's only seconds until I've completely disappeared into the shadows. Perched high on the edge of neighboring windswept rooftop, as my green eyes cast down on busy Paris street…. Taking one last peek at my lady. Although I find my piecing green eyes turn somewhat somber at the sight.
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I watched her stay behind, which was the norm of our partnership. Whomever wasn't beeping at the time, stayed behind to answer the public's questions? Sometimes I stayed, sometimes my lady stayed and sometimes, neither of us could stay.
...…Damn, I really need to stop calling her that, she wasn't mine….she never will be.
The miserable thought causes a sharp pain in my chest, as I sadly turn away, and leap on to the next building. It's not like my spotted partner constantly runs through my head…but unfortunately for me, it's more than not.
Lately, I've been forcing my eyes to look away, avoiding the sights that set my head spinning in to the clouds…..Like when her adorable freckled nose, so cutely scrunches up, when she's figuring out our next plan of attack. The way her cheeks flush with colorful annoyance, every time I discover a new pun. …..because after momentary flying in the clouds. I often crash back to reality, like now.
But then I find my eyes unknowingly drift, observing details of my serious partner, that only my eyes could catch, and often at the worst possible moment…causing my thoughts to painfully spin off in a whole different direction.
Not exactly, in the most innocent directions, either.
For instance, I often find my cat like eyes unconsciously sliding over to my partners developed curves, lightly swaying back in forth in the thin body hugging suit, causing me to just stand there, with a momentary loss of brain function. Usually, something whizzing pass my head forces my eyes, and my attention back into the fight. Don't even get me started about tonight, I practically was tossed off the roof, because I caught sight of how her spotted backside delicately curves into her toned thighs.
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It's not like I'm trying to look, but I'm a fully grown man, trapped in one sided love. A normal enough man, who suffers with the curse of laser guided eyesight and an overactive imagination. Every living breathing male has these particular powers. Unfortunately, for me, mine are occasionally enhanced with superhero type vision.
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I quickly shake my head with the thought of when I first gained these powers, the practically impossible scenario of a teenage boy dealing with pimples and puberty, and a newly awaken sense of what exactly made the opposite sex, so damn appealing. Bumbling my way through school, as I hide a certain part of me behind binders, book bags, or hell, I'd even use the back of a chair in my time of need. You just never knew when it would wake up, and….
….find something uh…. interesting.
Now, try being a hormonally driven teenager dressed as a super hero. Let me just say there's nothing to hide behind. You're just out there. To make matters worse, you happen to fall for your Lycra clad partner...
There were more than few times I couldn't wait for cold shower, back at home, only to "accidently" fall in a nearby fountain. For a time, my apparent clumsiness fighting villains, became a necessity of avoiding the natural occurrences in the life of developing teenage boy.
I mean we try to be good, be the polite gentlemen were expected to be, but sometimes the unavoidable happens. You could be simply handing your special someone an item when your eyes unconsciously flash to places they shouldn't. ….And what makes it worse is our overactive heads take the captured sight and torture us further with vivid made up scenarios.
While silently flying from rooftop to rooftop an amused thought causes me to chuckle with myself. "Hell, who am I kidding? With some men, it can happen with anyone. ..Not just with a special someone."
Damn, there were so many times it took everything to restrain myself. Half the time I just wanted to push her into the shadows, take her in my arms and for once selfishly forget about saving Paris.
But… no, I can't think that …..It will never happen.
Avoiding the teasing, and tantalizing thought of my longtime partner, causes my body to travel faster through the air. Stretching my sore, tightly bound muscles to jam my staff into the very edge of a building, causing my body to freely scream through the night sky.
The tormenting thoughts of Ladybug push my tense muscles, straining them to an extreme. Vaulting through the blurring lights of the nocturnal scenery, far above the Paris streets. With a new found surge of energy, I swiftly find my way back to my little hideaway.
….After all, all good things must come to end.
Not bothering to check for any last minute onlookers, as I'm well hidden in the inky shadows, surrounding my building. I take one more leap, before my feet gently land in a small rooftop garden with a mysteriously malfunctioning patio light.
…silently slipping into the awaiting unlocked French door.
After the door softly clicks shut, I notice all my new found energy quickly drain from my achy body as I stand in the dark of a lavishly decorated room. My solitary footsteps echo against the cold marbled floor, inside the massive, albeit empty penthouse.
Not being able to stand another minute of my forced solitude, my lips call out to my only solace. "Plagg, Claws in." As expected, streaks of bright harlequin light, swirl around my awaiting body.
I let out a long depressed sigh, as I'm simply underwhelmed by the all too normal flash of light. Once more finding my body in pair of worn rumpled jeans and a simple fitted t-shirt. After returning to boring old "Adreian" I trudge my way to the kitchen… following my usual routine.
With a heavy sigh, I stretch out a hand to the stainless steel fridge, and wearily swing it open. A strip of light slices through the depressing darkness, casting my extended shadow across the kitchen floor.
Without even thinking, my fingers grab on to one of the numerous flat cylinders, neatly stacked in rows, on the top shelf. Standing in front of the wide open refrigerator, allowing the chilled air to roll over my tired muscles. I quickly lift the familiar container to my nose, and take a small whiff of the favored cheese. The overly pungent smell causing a disgusted expression to emerge on my features. Somewhat repulsed, I blindly toss up two whitish triangles in the air. "Damn, Plagg, I will never get used to this smelly stuff." Offended by the over whelming smell I roughly toss the rest of the open container, causing it to slide across the marbled surface.
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A teacup sized, black looking cat whizzes up over my shoulder as he effortlessly snags up the two tossed triangles, before they even get close to the floor. He shoves one of the pieces of soft cheese into his mouth, causing his cheeks to double in size, until he forces it down with a hard swallow. Once done his vivid green eyes open wide, beaming from his midnight, cat-like face. "Yeah, like you should talk, at least I can pick what I eat, unlike some people, who shall remain nameless." Plagg lazily lays on the counter, leaning up against the open container. He regularly reaches behind him, pulling out a new triangle every few minutes, before stuffing it in his bulbous cheeks.
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Ignoring Plagg's cheese covered words, I rest an arm on the open refrigerator door, before, lowering my blond head, into the chilled box. The small panel of L.E.D mini bulbs casts a blinding light into my eyes, causing my eyes to blink repeatedly. Once my eyes adjust, I reach in to explore the contents. Only finding stacks and stacks of white premade containers. Annoyed with the lack of choice I roll my eyes and roughly slam the door. With the sudden loss of my appetite, I roughly throw my back against the high tech appliance, and cross my arms at my chest.
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I begin to strum my fingers on the corner of my folded arm, as my irritated eyes slide over to my gluttonous friend, "Are you almost ready?" Frustrated with the usual situation my words come out a bit sharp. However if doesn't effect Plagg as he just shakes his head and continues to stuff his face.
While leaning against the refrigerator, surrounded in depressing darkness my head drops in the reality of my ongoing situation. I thought once I was finished with high school I would finally be allowed to make some of my own decisions. Like room with my best bud, during college. I was really looking forward to living on campus like every other normal student…..but of course, my father had other plans.
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It didn't surprise me in the slightest when Natalie informed me of his decision on graduation night, of all places. He enrolled me into a strict business college of his choosing, completely ignoring what I wanted. To make up for the change of plans he did however agree on allowing me to move out ….. Although he stuck me in another gilded cage.
"Only thinking of my safety and wellbeing," he stuck me in a massive penthouse, on the top of an isolated luxury building. A property one of his dummy companies blindly owns. The elegant property just so happened to be away from anyone, even remotely close to my age. Like I said, the move didn't surprise me.
In fact, with what happened before, I should have expected it.
"Hey kid, you know sooner or later you'll need to get over Ladybug…. Holding the candle, this long and you're bound to get burned ….. It's just not healthy." The well-meaning Kwami peers out in the darkness with concerned, green eyes.
"Plagg, don't call me that!" Annoyed by the same old lecture my arms remained crossed at my chest, while my words unintentionally snap back.
He roughly swallows his last triangle, before snapping back himself. "Hey, listen here! You could be an old man, and you would still be a baby, compared to me." He throws a thumb to his chest. "Where do you think you'd be without me?"
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With Plagg's harsh reminder, my mind drifts to that miserable day with my Lady.
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Only with his help was I able to get through it….. With some intense effort, on my part I manage to shove the memory of that lonely day back in the furthest part of head, reserved for just one other person. With the memory safely locked away, I let out a sigh and slide my depressed eyes to the occupied counter. A small grateful smile forms on my lips as I watch my only solace greedily lick his cheese cover paws. The memory of Plagg offering me extra time to distract me, come to the forefront on my thoughts. The freedom to leap around Paris rooftops with nothing expected of me, felt exhilarating. Of course, I soon discovered other alluring ways to distract myself, while being the masked tomcat, Chat Noir. I mean why the hell not ….it beats being alone with the ever pumping remainder you're not good enough, for the one you desire.
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I lift a hand to anxiously run through my blonde tousled locks with a remorseful look on my face. "I'm sorry Plagg, I am thankful, for the extra time."
The Kwami whizzes up close to my face with his arms folded at his tiny chest. He studies my honest expression before rolling his vivid, green eyes. "Ah kid, as long as you keep the camembert cheese coming, then I don't really mind helping you out." The kwami raises a teasing eyebrow, "So, what's the plan for tonight? "
With my tense muscles coiled up tightly from the reoccurring, tantalizing thoughts of "My Lady" a devilish smile emerges on my lips. "I'm not sure, let's go for a little midnight prowl, and see where curiosity leads us.
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End of chapter 1.
Okay, I freaking love this show I try and wait patiently for the subbed update. The part two of origins pushed me over the edge to dive headstrong into yet another story. Now I'm going to start this with an "M" but we'll have to see if it stays there. Also I know I used the "Claws in" like it's used in the English dubbed but I'm sticking with the original version of them meeting in middle school like all the other subbed.
Thanks for taking a peek ;) Alimackatjac
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