Sorry if this sounds like a stereotypical marichat fic.

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"G'night Tikki"

Marinette gazed through her pink window at the beautiful Parisian starry night sky.

And then she heard a spine chilling thud coming from her balcony. She scrambled out of bed to go check. She threw on a jacket and slippers as she slipped out the trapdoor.

Chat noir lay on her balcony, bleeding profusely from his right calf.

"Chat!" she cried, rushing to his side. He barely responded. She shook his shoulders and he snapped to attention.

"Mari?"

"Come inside kitty" She said, taking his hand and leading him to her chaise lounge.

"Sit" she instructed.

He obeyed without question.

"Okay. You have a really bad cut here, so I'm going to have to have you detransform. I promise I won't look."

She looked around her room before spotting a quilt and throwing it at him.

"Put this over your head and detransform. I'm going to dress your wound."

She knelt down at his calf and started mopping up blood from his suit. She could see the green light through the blanket as he untransformed.

"Plagg, Spots off!"

As she cleaned the wound, she tried to make small talk.

"Sooo, you like Ladybug , right?"

"Like you don't know. But it's so clear that she doesn't like me back. She keeps pushing me away, again and again. How can I love someone who won't let me in? How can I love someone who I have zero chance with?"

Mari sighed.

"I get how you feel Chaton. The boy that I like, well, I don't think he will ever look at me in a romantic light. He's so perfect, I'm just a nobody in the background. I can't even talk properly around him! Adrien's dad is so cold though. More than anything, I just want to be there for him. Yesterday, though, I told him how I felt. Of course I got rejected! What did I expect! I'm just a worthless klutz!"

She got up.

"Okay, I'm done. You can transform now."

Marinette put away the first aid kit. She didn't even realize how hard she had been crying until she saw the tears dripping from her chin.

"Sorry chat. I promise I'm not usually like this."

Chat walked over to marinette, gently wiping the tears from her eyes. She looked up at him, mystified.

"It's okay to cry, princess."

She collapsed into his arms, warm and welcoming. He gently stroked her head as she cried.

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Chat sat on the balcony railing.

"It's time for me to leave, princess."

Marinette held his arm.

"Before you go…"

Without thinking, she kissed him, wrapping her arms around his head. He kissed back, and for a few seconds, everything was right in Paris.

Marinette pulled away first.

"It's time for you to go, kitty"

He smiled at her and leapt off into the black night.

Marinette headed in. As she pulled the covers over her tired body, she whispered to her kwami for the second time that night.

"G'night Tikki. I promise it's for real this time!"