Hello my lovelies. I's been so long since I have actually published something on here. I'm sorry I've pretty much died. I will from now on be posting ff's here and on my wattpad (username in bio). Thank you to all of you reading and lets get on with the story

Disclaimer: as much as I would love to won these little bbs they belong to Thomas Astruc

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Marinette closed her eyes and laid her head down on her pillows; the gentle buzzing of the fan at the foot of her bed beginning to lull her to sleep, but something was missing from the calming and relaxing atmosphere of the night. A gentle rap on the window pulled Marinette back into consciousness; that's what was missing from her night. She slowly opened up her eyes and looked over to the window, seeing Chat Noir smiling through the glass. It had been a month or so since Chat had started coming over every night; it got on her nerves at first but now she didn't think she could even sleep without him at her side now.

She sighed softly before getting up off of her bed and opening the window for him. "You're late, kitty. I was afraid that you had forgotten about me." She joked, fake pouting and stepping out of his way.
"My apologies my princess; I had a little trouble getting here but worry not, your prince has finally arrived." He said as he smoothly slipped into the room. Marinette rolled her at him but couldn't help but wonder what kind of trouble he could have run into so late at night. She pushed the thought to the back of her mind and returned to her bed with Chat Noir in tow.
This was their nightly routine; he'd show up, she'd let him in, they'd go lay down and cuddle. It wasn't always like this but Marinette was quite happy that it was like that now. She positioned herself on the bed, making sure that there was plenty of room for Chat to lay down as well. He laid down silently, making sure that he and Marinette weren't really touching. Something was really off about him tonight; he was nowhere near the talkative boy he normally was and it worried her a lot; he was normally talking non-stop about his day but he was absolutely silent.
"Chat, are you alright? You're so quiet and reserved; normally by now you've told me all about your day and told at least half a dozen cat pun. You're really worrying me." She said softly, moving closer to him. Chat gave her a forced, weak smile before looking away from her.
"Of course my princess, I'm fine; there's no need for you to worry about me at all." He said, still refusing to make eye contact with Marinette. Of course it was a huge lie; he and his father had gotten into a huge fight before he had left to see Marinette. Before he had a chance to escape and transform, his father had managed to strike him across the face in order to keep him in line; his cheek still stung some from where his fathers hand had made contact with his face. He forced himself to keep it together as he quickly got to his room and transformed and left, knowing he could at least find solace in Marinette.
She studied his face; something was just off about her friends behavior. Then she spotted it; it was just barely visible under his mask but there was absolutely no denying what it was, a bruise. She reached over and brushed her fingers across it, causing Chat to flinch away from her touch slightly. "What's this from?" She asked quietly.
Chat backed away from her slightly, panicking and trying to decide if he should lie to her or just come clean to Marinette; his stomach was tying in knots as he he continued to avoid making eye contact with the girl. "I got into a really bad fight with my father... and he... and he struck me, in an attempt to keep me in line." He said, his voice unusually weak.
Marinette's stomach lurched; she couldn't believe what Chat had just said to her. "Oh Chat..." She whispered, heartbroken by the fact that someone would actually lay a hand on Chat Noir. Without really thinking, she reached out and grabbed him and pulled him close to her chest; she began petting his hair gently. "I'm so sorry, Chat." She breathed, keeping him close.
Chat was shocked when she grabbed him, but he carefully wrapped his arms around her waist gently. He closed his eyes and listened to Marinette's heartbeat, thinking about all the times he would get upset when he was younger and his mother would hold him like this; before her knew it, he could feel tears slowly rolling down his face. The night had finally mentally caught up with the cat hero. He clung tightly to Marinette, not wanting to move away from her comforting warmth just yet.

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Alright, there's the end of chapter, it's short but hey, it's here. Let me know what you think, I will see you in the next chapter 3