Warning and Disclaimer:

I feel kinda weird about writing this dark fox about such a cute cartoon. My sister got me watching it and the thought just came to me while I was in school.

God I sound weird.

But if you easily trigger by the mentiones of self harm, anxiety, rape, or something along those lines.

PLEASE DO NOT READ.

It would kill me to know that something happened to one of you readers. I'd never love with myself.

I don't own this show, if I did I'd have a lot more time to write.


It wasn't very often that Adrien got to walk around the city of Paris by himself, let alone at night. Let alone at night time.

The humidity was almost unbearable, but what else did you expect in the middle of July?

He and Nino were finishing some research they offered to help Alya with: finding out the identity of the Miraculous Ladybug. He was quick to notice there was no sign of Marinette, and that kind of bummed him out. They two had been getting along much more these past few months. She was finally able to talk to him in coherent sentences. He was able to unwind and act like a normal teenager when around her.

But when Alya proclaimed that Marienette was busy that night, his chest ached and a frown splashed across his face.

Hm, wonder why?

Nonetheless, Alya asked the boys for help, and Adrien, being the "very active" super fan of Ladybug, he was, he had no objection upon entering the library in the middle of summer vacation. After all, his Lady hasn't been herself lately, so maybe figuring out who she truly was could help give him some perspective. It was half past ten when they group dispersed and the blonde model found himself humbly passing through the city.

Good thing his father and Natalie went out of the country for a few weeks.

It was a beautiful night, in Adrien's opinion. Despite the heat, a gentle breeze flowed through the air, gently bushing and twisting individual branches along the trees. The Eiffel Tower shone brightly in the distance, drawing the glow of every city light right to it. Stars filled the sky, creating constellations and pictures of mythological heroes in the galaxy.

Or at least, that's what Marinette would have said.

She had been the ghost of his thoughts many times. Her smile made his hands feel sweaty and her eyes got him to feel goofy. A year ago, you could hardly tell if the two were even friends. She would hardly ever look at him, or hide. Yeah, she would hide from him. I'm all honestly it hurt his feelings at first, but once Nino informed him that she was just shy, he felt a little better.

He now knows that her favorite color is dark green, despite her room being plastered in florescent pink. He knows that she's been a fan of Jagged Stone since she was thirteen, her birthday was October twenty second, and that she was allergic to dogs. He knew more than that, he was always finding out something interesting about Marinette. But it wasn't one sided; she knew now that Adrien would prefer being a teacher over a supermodel, that he loved Shakespeare's Hamlet just as much as all his video games together, and that he sleeps with a stuffed cat that his mom once won for him at a fair when he was three. They both knew many secrets about each other and that only made the duo closer.

These days they hang out more than he ever thought they would. Since she won the hat contest, his father personally came to the school and asked her if she wanted to act as an intern at his company. Adrien had never heard his father sound so sincere, and it shocked the hell out of him. But there he had been, smiling down at Marinette like the daughter he never had.

Things with he and his father were getting better, thanks to her. Despite the two gentlemens protests, she insisted they eat together at the ridiculously large table on nights she was to work late. She also (miraculously) persuaded Mr. Auguste to take at least one day off of work a week.

He heard her in his office that morning. It was somewhere along the lines of five thirty in the morning and he was awake enough to see the raven beauty made her way through his house to his father office. Marinette brought his father coffee, then softly saying that he needs a break or else he, and Adrien, would both crash and listened to how she felt maybe he and his father should spend some time together once in awhile, trying something each other likes to do, and she sounded very out of line.

Not that he opposed the idea, he just didn't want Marinette to lose her dream experience.

His father wasn't too keen on the idea at first, but after falling asleep at a very important meeting, he thought differently.

Now every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday, he, his father, and Marinette ate dinner together. Every once in while, Natalie would join, but she usually left to her own family. And every Saturday and Wednesday, it was a day for Adrien and his father to spend some time together.

He even got his father to play video games with him.

Marinette was a goddess.

No, she's a princess.

Speaking of his princess, it had been some time since he last visited as Cat Noir. Despite his undying love for his Lady, there was no harm in some shameless flirting. He thought the blue eyed school girl would be putty in his paws. But, alas, he remained in shock every time she came back with an equally flirtatious or sassy remark.

Damn, Marinette.

His mind was clouded with thoughts of the past that he didn't realize where he was going. He must have thought of Marinette so much that he subconsciously wound up at her parent's bakery.

It wouldn't hurt to look inside, right?

The lights were on and he could smell the aroma of French bread and snickerdoodles. Marinette must be baking, after all, snickerdoodles are her favorite cookie.

He grabbed the delicate handle and pushed. It was locked. And no one was inside.

Huh, weird.

Why would the lights be on AND cookies being in the oven if no one was in there?

The thought of a haunted bakery suddenly flashed through Adrien's mind, and he almost laughed. Akumas were one thing. Ghosts? Not really.

Back to the task at hand, he tried knocking, thinking that maybe Marinette or one of her parents went upstairs or in the back. He quickly realized that wasn't the case, as Marinette told Alaya that her parents were out of town this week.

A bad feeling settled in the pit of his stomach. Something didn't feel right.

He sprinted over to the side of the building, all intending to knock on the door to Marinette's apartment until she opened up.

He froze in his tracks.

He's lucky he hadn't eaten anything, or else he would have thrown it up on the spot.

Her outline slouched against the wall, facing away from him. She wasn't moving but Adrien could see the slight rise and fall of her chest. Her wrists lay limp at her sides and her legs-

He couldn't bare the sight before him, but somehow, he made his way to her.

Marinette wore a tank top and skirt that day, he remembered her saying the skirt was an older design. The tank top was white and blue, and ripped at the very top of the neckline. The rip extended all the way down the the top of her stomach; her stomach, covered in dark purple bruises. He looked away as he saw her bra was also ripped. The jean skirt was completely cut in half- as was her underwear- and she had a faint trail of blood and bruises running down her inner thigh.

"Marinette.." Adrien couldn't bring himself to say more.

She wouldn't look at him, not directly. He gently took her chin and had a look at her face. She had obviously been crying, her mascara covering the fronts of her cheeks. Her neck had this horrid bruise that extended around the entire base of her throat. Her bottom lip was busted and she had dark bruises on her left cheek and right eye; Her face was swelling but she still looked strong.

Adrien didn't know what to do. His blood boiled. Who the fuck could- would do this to petite, friendly, loving Marinette? He wanted to punch the wall beside him, take out his frustration on the bastard that hurt his princess. He promised himself he'd find whoever did this and kill them.

All thought flew away when she whimpered beneath him.

She needed him, not him being angry. Her tears slipped silently down her face, causing her mascara to smear even more. His heart broke at the sight. Gently, Adrien placed one hand behind her head and one behind her back. He lifted her so she pressed against his chest.

She gave a gut wrenching wail.

Crying was something he had never seen Marinette do. She dealt with Chloe, school, work, and all types of stuff throughout the day, but she never cried. But here, all battered and beaten in his arms, she cried. She wailed and gave out sounds that make Adrien want to cry himself. Every few minutes her screams would be so bad they became silent and turned into fits of rough coughs, which he knew must've hurt with the bruising on her throat. His heart ached and his stomach turned, feeling sick just listening to her misery. Tears seeped through his shirt, causing it to stick to his chest. He just held her close and told her he was there. That he wouldn't leave her.

Now, he'd never think of leaving her alone again.

Within the few minutes, minutes that felt like hours, she felt limp in his arms. Her sobbing eventually turned into silent tears once more and her breathing became slightly regulated. He heard small snores escape the broken beauty. She must've fallen asleep, but she still clutched to Adrien's shirt.

He looked down at her sleeping form. Her raven locks flowed around her face, blending in with each mark as they darkened. This was Marinette, who could do this? Why, why the sweetest, most thoughtful girl in Paris?

More importantly, why hadn't Ladybug saved her?

No.

Why didn't HE save her?

Adrien internally cursed himself. He completely forgotten that tonight was his turn to patrol. Ladybug was going to have his tail.

But this isn't about Ladybug. It's about Marinette. He neglected his duty and this was the result. Adrien couldn't breath, he couldn't see. His vision blurred with the arrival of hot tears. He could have stopped this, Marinette could be safe right now. She could be safe, inside making cookies and laughing with him about the day she had.

Adrien had a feeling Marinette wouldn't be laughing for a while.

Wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, he removed his hand that held her back so he could quickly snatch his phone. She shifted underneath his chest, God she was so petite. He basically did this to her, he thought.

If only he remembered to patrol.

"Yes, hello? I need an ambulance.. and a police officer, I think. N-no, it's my friend.. S-she, she was…" He didn't know if he could even say it.

The lady on the other end, however, was not so conflicted. "Sir, sir, I'm going to need you to tell me what happened. We can't help your friend until you talk to me."

He choked back a sob. "My friend was.. she was raped."


Well? Whatcha think, huh? I'm not sure why but a fanfiction story along these lines has been on my mind and, honestly, it feels weird.

I've been sexually assaulted before, but I have never been raped. For ANYONE, male or female, that ever has:

You are brace. You are strong. You are loved and cherished.

I want to try and finish this story quickly but I have a feeling it might be a long one.

Oh, well, better get typing.