A quick short this time, not so much a reveal as a 'realisation'. Realisations will most likely be shorter than reveal fics and probably be more on the side of show related stuff. This one was just for some sweet LadyNoir fluff.
Don't worry though, there are indeed some more reveals on the way!

Black Cats do Purr

Summary: Ladybug confronts Cat Noir about something that happened on the train...

Ladybug and Cat Noir sat up on their usual spot on the Eiffel Tower far above the city, looking down at the beautiful glow that only came with the evening light. They had defeated Prime Queen a few days ago, an akuma that wanted them to admit they had a romantic relationship with one another on live TV, despite nothing at all going on between them.

Swinging her legs over the ledge they sat on, Ladybug turned to her partner, "So Cat Noir. On the train the other night, did you-"

"No," he answered too quickly, his tail suddenly flicking nervously as it dangled beside him.

"You didn't even let me-"

"Nope, wasn't me."

"Are you sure? I mean when she suddenly stopped the train and I-"

"Nope!" he denied again.

Ladybug frowned, hands on her hips. "Cat, stop dodging the question. Did you, or did you not purr while we were on that train?"

"Well, um," he avoided her gaze, twiddling his thumbs in his lap.

"Kitty," she firmly prompted, fully prepared to toss him off the ledge if he avoided the question again.

Gulping, Cat Noir threw out his arms, "Alright, alright! It was me! I purred!" He ran his hands through his hair before letting them drop back into his lap, his voice soft, "I didn't even know I could do that…"

Ladybug giggled, flicking his bell. "I thought so."

"Please don't tell me you're going to tease me about it now. I already got enough from my kwami and I'm pretty sure he knew I could do that."

"I don't know, Kitty. It was pretty funny."

He pouted. "You're just lucky ladybugs don't do anything. They just get to be small and cute."

She giggled again. "Luck is my middle name."

This time he smirked. "Ladybug Luck, now what comes after that."

"Nuh-uh, Kitty. No fishing for identities. You know the rules."

"But, my Lady," he protested, "Cats like fishing. Some of us are quite good at it."

With a roll of her eyes, she pushed him back with a finger to the nose. "I thought cats hate water."

"Not all. Some of us love it. Tigers, for instance, love to go swimming."

She cocked an eyebrow at him, "And here I thought you were an ordinary street cat."

He clasped his hands over his heart dramatically, "You wound me, my Lady."

Ladybug laughed, ruffling his hair. "You're a silly kitty."

"But I'm your silly kitty."

"Hmm, sometimes," she slowly pulled away, resting her hands either side of her to grip the ledge they were sitting on. "Do you think you could do it again?"

Cat Noir tilted his head as he looked at her. "Do what?"


"I- I don't know," he turned back to the view, shuffling nervously.

While he wasn't looking, Ladybug snaked a hand up and began scratching behind his fake ear. The black hero stiffened at first, not sure what to do about this new development before his cat instincts took over and he melted under her touch. He leant towards her fingers, a low rumble reverberating through his chest.

The red superheroine couldn't keep the smile off her face, hiding it behind her free hand and holding back her giggles. His cat eyes were half closed, his blissful smile betraying how much he enjoyed the scratching.

Unable to resist, she cooed teasingly, "Who's a good kitty?"

His smile only widened and he leaned into her touch. "That feels, so good…"

"You're a good kitty," Ladybug giggled.

Slowly she withdrew her hand, Cat Noir blinking as he came out of it, a pout forming a he realised that she'd stopped.

She giggled again. "Are there any other cat tendencies I should know about? You're not going to go chasing down laser pointers in the middle of an akuma battle, are you?"

"My Lady, I'll have you know, I only have eyes for you."

Her breath caught in her throat as he looked at her with his piercing green eyes and complete reverence in his voice. It was a seriousness she rarely saw from her partner, the very thought making her heart flutter. With pink dusting her cheeks, she turned away to clear her throat. "Um, right. Well, as long as you don't get distracted during a fight then."

A moment of awkward silence passed, neither quite knowing how to fill the void.

Clearing her throat again, Ladybug stood. "I'd better get going."

"My Lady," he called, making her pause. "You're not going to tell anyone about the purring, right?"

A devious smirk made its way onto her lips. "I suppose I can refrain from letting the Ladyblog know about this." Just as he relaxed, she added, "Only if you can keep from punning for a whole fight."


She laughed, jumping off into the night.

"But my Lady!" he yelled after her. "Ladybug!"

She giggled to herself. She had no intention of telling Alya about Cat Noir's newfound ability.

But he didn't need to know that.