A Lucky Bug K+
Ladynoir time finally. A little St. Patrick's day luck based drabble.
Marinette would never describe herself as lucky.
She is constantly tripping on air and stumbling over her words. Especially around Adrien. She misplaces things easily, gets turned around and lost both physically and in her own thoughts. She should never move, she'd lose her house and end up living in a box on the streets. Since becoming Ladybug she thought things would change a little...but no, her luck is pretty much the same.
She is always late. The excuses are becoming more ridiculous by the day. Even in the suit, when she should be her most lucky, she is tripping and flailing and falling. And I never know what to do with my Lucky Charm, it's like it taunts me.
Marinette sighs, catching a glimpse of her partner out of the corner of her eye. They are sitting on the edge of a tall building watching Paris pass them by. Legs dangling off the side, sun high above them and a cool breeze make the moment very peaceful. Patrol was something of a norm for them now and usually Paris was quiet like today. His ears are perked and swivel occasionally but his shoulders are relaxed and his eyes are looking at nothing in particular. He has a calm demeanor about him and she feels the corners of her mouth twitch up involuntarily. She was lucky in one way: Him.
Theirs is a companionable silence, his flirtations abated for the time being and it is in moments like this that she realizes just how lucky she is to have Chat Noir for a partner. He is brave and strong and loyal. She muses, head turning to study him a little more closely. He flirts too much but it only means he cares...his puns are terrible but they bring laughter when nothing else seems able to. For a black cat he always arrives at the perfect moment, is always there right when she needs him most.
Maybe he's the real Lucky Charm. She giggles slightly to herself at the thought and his eyes catch her's, head turning to look at her properly.
"What's so funny Bugaboo?" He asks head tilting to the side slightly, Cheshire grin showing perfect white teeth.
She groans and opens her mouth to respond but suddenly her nose tickles and a powerful sneeze sends her pitching forward. Her hands scramble for purchase against the ledge of the building but she knows she's going over and reaches instead toward her yo-yo.
"My Lady!" His arm is around her waist in the time it takes her to realize she can't save herself from the fall and then they are flat on their backs, the hard concrete digging into her shoulder blades and his weight crushing the air from her lungs. He pushes himself up, braced above her with hands on either side of her shoulders. Green eyes are searching her face. "Are you okay?" He asks her and she wonders why he is so worried, and why it was necessary to launch himself at her rather than just grab her arm to steady her.
"I'm fine Chat, thank you." Then he grins and she knows why and her eyes roll as she pushes him away.
"You know, you are one lucky bug, my Lady." He laughs as he stands, taking her hand and hoisting her to her feet. The rejection never gets to him but his fingers linger a moment too long against hers. She wants to retort, say it must be her Chat allergies, but she knows he is right and so she smiles and gives his hair a ruffle as she walks past him to retake her place on the ledge.
"I know Kitty. I know."