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Chapter 1: Poison
This was not how their fights went. They fought the akumatized villain, captured it, and then release it as a harmless butterfly. They would then run off before transforming, and that was that.
Marinette was not supposed to be fighting the villain alone, trying her best to keep the attention away from her dying partner. It was Ladybug and Chat Noir, not just Ladybug.
"The Butcher" was an older woman who'd been fired from her own shop by her sons. Her weapon of choice— throwing knives coated in poison. However, the dynamic duo had no idea of the poison part.
Chat had been hit in the side early in the fight, enough to bleed profusely through his suit, but not enough to be immediately threatening. As the fight continued, Chat started to falter and stumble.
The Butcher had laughed, and casually mentioned the poison was starting to take effect. As they paused to process, she hurled another knife, tearing right through his suit in the same spot.
"It looks like my special coat of poison is working. Soon, he'll be dead and I'll only have the bug to deal with. It should be easy to take their Miraculous then."
As soon as the woman went down, and the butterfly released, she sprinted over to Chat. She'd had to drag him out of the way of the fight, and out of her line of sight. Glancing at him every two seconds would have distracted her, and getting poisoned herself would have been a death sentence for them both.
He was still breathing, but each breath was a struggle and it made her tear up. She shouldn't be the deciding force of whether he lives or not.
Marinette decided to take him back to her apartment. The hospital would have been ideal, but the risk of Chat transforming was too great. Carrying him as Ladybug was easy, but she desperately wished she could talk to Tikki.
As soon as his body hit the couch, Tikki forced Marinette to transform back and flew over to Chat's ear. She assumed her Kwami was conversing with Chat's on a level only they could hear.
Frantically, she sought out the first-aid kit she'd bought the night she moved into the apartment. It was a high-grade medical kit, including supplies for sutures. Exactly what she needed.
Tikki was still whispering as she took a seat in the floor, spreading out what she needed.
"Oh, my god…" Marinette muttered as she prodded at the fabric of his torn suit. The tough leather was, except for magical intervention, beyond repair. The skin beneath was no better.
He would need a lot of stitches, and the scar left behind would be jagged and ugly. Hopefully his civilian-self didn't have a job that required him to show skin, like a model or something.
The scissors failed to cut the tough fabric, so she looked at Tikki.
"Plagg could you…?" A flash of light blinded her for a second, and when the spots in her vision cleared Chat was left on the couch bare except for his boxers and his mask.
Very helpful, but it brought tears to her eyes to how badly he was hurt. She had to bite her lip hard enough to draw blood to continue, and tried not to compare sewing the damaged flesh to some of her projects.
After bandaging the area, Marinette packed the supplies back into the kit and washed her hands. Tears fell onto her shirt as she scrubbed her hands clean of the evidence. There was just so much blood, and the poison…
The poison! How could she forget something so important?
Tikki was still by Chat's head, talking to Plagg. She felt relief wash over her at the sight and made a vow to do whatever she had to do to save her friend and partner. Chat had been there for her through so much, and a constant in her life for close to eight years now. She would not let him die.
"Marinette, we've worked out something to help him. Part of the power of Chat Noir is to absorb the positive energy of those in close contact with him. That's why a touch of your hand can lighten his mood so quickly."
"So as much physical contact as possible will help fight the toxins?" Tikki nodded, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief.
She'd been prepared to hunt down Hawkmoth himself to find a cure, and if all she had to do was cuddle him she was more than willing. Even if that cuddling would be in minimum clothing.
The air in the room chilled her skin as her clothing fell to the floor, and she idly wondered what the thermostat read. As she awkwardly climbed over Chat to lie between his body and the back of the couch, Tikki pulled the blanket over them. Marinette quietly thanked her and tried to get comfortable.
Honestly, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. Well, not to say that she believed it would be bad. She just never imagined herself in a position of any kind where she would be cuddling with her partner.
Sure, she'd had those kind of thoughts about him, but dismissed them as fantasy. Before today she hadn't even known that it was possible to get rid of the suit and keep the mask. Not to mention knowing Tikki and Plagg would be present during those activities would be awkward.
Tikki had fallen asleep within minutes, leaving Marinette alone to think. Despite trying to remind herself she was in this situation because he was injured, Marinette was enjoying the time.
His body was warm, and the steady beating of his heart was soothing. As she laid there, his heart beat grew stronger. Once she could count at least sixty beats per minute and the color had returned to his face, she felt he would be fine if she closed her eyes for a few minutes.
"Ladybug?" It only took a second for her to wake up, and another for her to frantically start checking him over.
He was still paler than she'd like him to be, but it was hard to tell. It had gotten dark since she'd fallen asleep, and the only light source peaked through the cracked curtains from a street light.
"Chat? What's wrong?" Tikki disappeared, Marinette's mask materializing to hide her face. His eyes opened, but they weren't the sharp green she'd known for so long. They were dull and unfocused, struggling to maintain a single focal point.
"Something… Something's wrong. I can't—" He cut off and threw his hands up to hold his head, hissing in pain. She sat up the best she could without putting more pressure on him, her delicate hands covering his.
It's the toxins. They're reaching his nervous system. Marinette, you need to give him energy to fight it. Plagg and I will disappear into the subconscious for a little while to give you both more power. You must do something, or he'll die.
Die. She would lose her partner, the man who had been with her through everything. Thoughts ran through her head at a frantic rate.
What created energy? Exercise created it, but she couldn't exactly get him to run. She needed a form of exercise that she could do for him or help him with most it. A thought hit, and she blushed.
"Chat? I can help you, but I'll only do it if you say yes." He struggled for a minute, before releasing his head and looking at her.
There was so much pain in his eyes, and confusion. It broke her heart, and it enraged her at the same time. She made a mental note to begin actively hunting down Hawkmoth rather than waiting for an Akuma to appear.
"Part of Chat Noir and Ladybug is that Chat can absorb energy from Ladybug. I can't take you to a hospital to get you an antidote, but there's a way to create enough energy to help you fight off the toxins, but we have to have sex." A moment of clarity seemed to wash over Chat, and he cupped her face.
"I've dreamt of making love to you for years, but I won't agree unless you want it too. Even if it means I'll die." A soft smiled spread across her face, and she caressed his cheek.
"The fact that you said making love, and not just sex, only makes me believe this is the right choice." She paused for a second to blush under the look he gave her.
"Chat are you sure?" He never answered. She watched in horror as his eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he went limp.
"Chat! Please, I can't do this if you're not awake, I mean, I can, but I really don't want my first time to be like this." She was sobbing, shaking him to get him to open his eyes.
All the movement must have given him enough energy to wake back up.
At first, it was awkward. Chat couldn't really do much, leaving Marinette to do most of the work. As she moved, he slowly began to regain color.
When his hands came up to grip her sides, she squeaked in surprise, and he gave her a sly grin. Thankfully, it didn't take long for his energy to build and he was flipping her over.
"Oh, watch your stitches!" She cried out as he hissed at the pain but compensated by thrusting even harder making her forget why they were even in this position in the first place.
At one point, she shifted causing him to hit a spot that made her cry out in ecstasy. Vaguely she felt bad about the neighbors but couldn't bring herself to care once Chat decided he needed to hear her more.
There was no coil building like she'd read about in books, but rather something just snapped and had her writhing in a blinding pleasure that she wanted to run from, but never let go at the same time.
She heard 'my lady' echo through the room and had to stifle a giggle at how it sounded. Part of her wished he had been saying her actual name, but it was too dangerous. Even after what they had just done. But Chat nuzzling her neck, and whispering endearments made it a little better.
Most importantly, he was safe now.
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