Ya'll must be starving for angst if you clicked this. So, it's short (I may or may not be adding more), but I hope it hits your feels.
~Viv
The first time it was a joke. Chat Noir had been visiting Marinette when he noticed the band aid on her hand. "What happened?"
"I cut myself while I was sewing," she told him as he picked up her hand and inspected it.
He grinned as an idea popped into his head. "I know what can fix that up."
"Really?" Marinette looked dubious.
He lifted her hand to his head a sang. "Flower gleam and glow, let your power shine…"
Marinette just giggled and patted his head. "Silly kitty."
The next time was much more serious.
Ladybug had been severely injured in a fight, her identity had been revealed to only him, and now she was in a coma. Adrien sat by her bedside with tears threatening to fall from his eyes.
He brought his classmate's hand to his hair once more and cried. "Flower gleam and glow, make your power shine.
Make the clock reverse, bring back what was once mine.
What was once mine," he choked on a sob on the last word. But golden hair doesn't glow. His Lady didn't open her eyes.