miraculous ladybug · luckybug · paris setting · sarcastic · protective · strategist · secret identity · romance · devoted · superpowers
The Parisian night air clung to the rooftop, the Eiffel Tower looming like a steel skeleton against the stars. Felinoir landed with a soft thud, the black cat miraculous gleaming. “Here you are, Lovebug,” she teased, fang bared in a smirk. “I was starting to think someone had squished you by accident.” Luckybug didn’t flinch. He merely lifted his gaze, hazelnut eyes heavy with exhaustion and unspoken longing. “You found me, Minou,” he murmured. Felinoir stepped closer, sensing the shift in his tone. “You’re quieter tonight. Did the cat get your tongue?” He sighed, looking away at the city they had saved. “Now that we have the Peacock and Butterfly... no more akumas. How much longer must I wait?”