Okay, so I made a lot of research for this chapter. Though, FFN doesn't allow link, nor picture... You will see things (Butterflies' name actually) you'll want to google... Google them! It'll be worth the curiosity.

Good read!

CHAPTER 17: Red Glider and Emerald swallowtail

[PROMPT: Pet Names]

Both heroes were making their way through the greenhouse sheltering different varieties of exotic lepidopterans from South America, and Asia to Oceania.

As they walked through the flora, Chat Noir could feel his Lady taking comfort in his reassuring presence, huddling more and more into his side, each time a butterfly was flying close to her.

"Look at this one, M'Lady. Do you think it also 'wants to play a game'?" Chat Noir took a theatrical and dark expression as he said that.

"I don't get it…" Ladybug blinked, looking at him utterly dumbfounded.

"You don't?" Disbelief echoed in his voice. "Why do I get the feeling that I have a lot of work to do if I want to improve your cinematic culture?" He tsked. "That butterfly you see there… Hm, wait." He bent down, reading the inscriptions on the sign. "The Cramer's Eighty-eight… What a name, dude! Uh, anyway, player 88 here looks like Jigsaw." He tilted his head toward said dude before smiling up to his Lady.

She still looked puzzled by the whole thing, and cocked an eyebrow at him before her eyes narrowed.

"Wait," she whispered. "Is that the scary puppet with a protruding brow and cheeks that had red swirls painted on them. The one riding a bicycle?"

"Exactly that one. Funny fact; Do you remember that the one communicating behind the puppet was called Kramer? And the little dude here is somehow called Cramer." He shrugged.

She shrugged too, pursing her lips. "I actually didn't know that because I don't watch that many horror movies."

"Would you be scared of them by any chance?" He raised a brow, the corner of his lips drawing back into a smirk.

"M-maybe," she mumbled under her breath.

"Oh, come on, Bug. You should try it with me sometime. You could snuggle up to me, under the downy blankets, and you wouldn't be scared anymore," he said in an almost sing-song voice as he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. It didn't take long before he realized what he had just done and went to make a move back, only for Ladybug to bump his shoulder into his side, huddling closer and preventing him from doing so.

He held back a gasp, sucking his breath in as she looked up at him.

"I might give your suggestion a try." She smiled up at him, his heart picking up its pace as he drank in the woman shining brighter than each of the stars in the Milky Way. "I might try your little game too," said Ladybug as she pointed out a butterfly with pretty orange's shades. "The giant one there looks like Rena Rouge."

"It's called Atlas Moth, and damn, you're right! Look at those antennas. They really look like Rena's ears!"

"Looks like I've also found Vipérion," Ladybug chuckled, pointing out to another butterfly. "That one is called Queen Alexandra's birdwing."

"Suits him well, Luka can act like his Majesty Bootlicker someti—meowch!" Chat Noir yelped, rubbing the spot which Ladybug just slapped on his arm.

Why had she done that? He was only telling the truth. Behind his punkish, disheveled, cigarette-smoking looks, Luka was actually very obedient, and the feline hero had never seen the snake-boy step out of line, let alone disprove an order coming from Ladybug.

"You're always on edge when you happen to work with him. What's wrong? Did he steal your girl or what?" His partner inquired, her tone stern as she folded her arms on her chest and glared at him.

"Hmph…" The hero looked away, a slight groan treacherously escaping his mouth.

What the hell was wrong with him? He was so close to having Ladybug wrapped around his finger and now, he was thinking about Marinette…

"Oh my… He actually did," Ladybug gasped, her hand flying straight to cover her mouth, and he didn't like that. Not at all.

"What about trying to find our butterflies' alter ego?" He instantly deflected the conversation; there was no way he let her dig further into that shit of his.

Even he had never been able to dig into his own shit and get his head out of it.

"You find my butterfly, I find yours. Deal?" He suggested, still trying to keep her far from her previous discovery.

Luckily, even if he could guess that Ladybug's mind was spiraling right now, she took the bait.

"Fair enough. I'm in," she prompted.

"Let's start with yours then, let's go this way," Chat Noir offered, dragging her toward what looked like a giant maze of colorful, exotic flowers and small trees.

"Here, the Six-spot Burnet." Chat Noir pointed out. "Burnet, Buguinette… We're 'Six-spots on' with that one!"

"Except that you said it yourself; I apparently have forty-two spots. Not six. Besides, I'm not black with red spots. This one is more Antibug-like," Ladybug stated matter-of-factly. "Sorry, but you're anything but spot on with that one, Chaton."

Chat Noir huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he walked further in the exotic greenhouse.

"I found the perfect one for you over here, Minou! It's called the Emerald swallowtail." He heard his Lady shout almost for the whole of Istanbul to hear.

The hero turned around, walking back next to his partner who pinpointed at some butterflies with black and green hues flapping around in a flowerbed of Hibiscuses.

"Look at that bright emerald green. It's so pretty. It reminds me of your eyes; they are just as vibrant." She looked up at him, chewing on her bottom lip and flushing as she seemed to realize what she just said.

"I take that as a compliment, thank you, M'Lady. I could say the same about your eyes. The beautiful, dazzling blue butterfly over there doesn't even stand a chance against your bluebell eyes," he cooed, taking advantage of the situation to turn it in his favor as he grinned down at her, making her cheeks flushing furthermore.

"Nice try, Minou. But it's still not a red polka dotted butterfly," She stated, some sassiness back in her demeanor.

Chat Noir sighed and turned away. "I'm going to find one for you. Wait and you'll see."

He stopped in front of a couple of signs, reading descriptions and names out loud.

The Garden Tiger Moth actually reminded him more of PegaBug than of Ladybug herself, so... Next.

Moving to the greenhouse sheltering the European species, Chat Noir felt dejected. There were no bright red butterflies here, just some common species one could see in any garden. Well, there was the Painted Lady Butterfly which was actually fitting by its name, but it was more orangish than reddish. It wasn't what he was searching for in the first place but he still tried, putting on his better flirty face.

"Look, that one already has your little pet name, M'Lady. In french they call it Belle-Dame which means Beautiful Lady." He winked at her as he nonchalantly leaned on the sign with the butterfly's name on, only for the sign to almost break underneath his weight. He stumbled on his feet, trying not to lose his balance, and straightened up, smiling back at Ladybug as if nothing happened.

"I saw that, you know," she chuckled, her eyes glimmering with wickedness. "Didn't your pride get hurt?" She mocked him, although she smiled fondly.

"Har Har… Sorry, Beautiful Lady, but your beauty is just worth falling for." He wiggled his brows as he stepped closer.

"I already told you that flattery will get you nowhere, right? Because it's still not working," said Ladybug as she leaned in, flicking his bell. "I do remember you have to find me a butterfly." She grinned up at him.

Maybe flattery will get him nowhere but flirting will get her everywhere.

"So demanding… Fine. Let's resume our research with the last greenhouse."

Eventually, Chat Noir felt his chest puffing with pride as he kneeled, attentively scrutinizing a red butterfly on a leaf. It was a species coming from Africa, and he was sure that one was finally the one.

"Red Glider," he whispered. "Or also called Cymothoe Coccinata."

He felt Ladybug move closer, bending down behind him as she peered a look over his shoulder.

"Oh, that's pretty."

"You like it?"

"Yes," she murmured, her breath brushing his ear, and he shivered deep down his toes.

"Ladybug, Coccinelle, Coccinata… I could call you Coccinata from now on," said Chat Noir. "That's a cute new pet name."

"Would you like me to call you Swallowtail?" She raised a brow, pursing her lips but failing to hold back a pig-like snort.

"Oh dear!" He blushed deep red tomato-like (in french tail 'queue' is a slang which means dick… ahem… sorry not sorry for that, blame the swallowtail butterfly). "You're cheeky and meanie now."

"I'm not. I just prefer when you call me 'M'Lady.'" She shrugged as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

Chat's breath hitched as he felt her cheek brushing his, and ever so slowly, he turned a little to see her face. She was mere millimeters from him and the closeness made his heart do funny antics. He stared at her, his eyes flickering to her lips for a split second before he looked back straight in her eyes, the next words falling from his lips so easily, "and I do prefer when you call me 'mon Chaton'. "

"Well, what's next then, mon Chaton? How about a little night run over the city's rooftops?" She asked as she eventually moved away, standing up and reaching out her hand for him.

He took her hand in his, getting up from his kneeling position. He then brought her helping hand to his mouth and gently pressed a soft kiss to the back of her gloved fingers, never taking his eyes off her.

"I'd love to do that, M'Lady."

This one is one of my favorite chapter!