In the View of Our Favorite Vigilante...

His eyes began to open in small flutters, trying to become familiar with the dim light that blurred in, along with everything else that was strewn about the room. He was on something soft, very soft, and certainly restrained by, what he could only imagine as, some weird rope. Not that Chat Noir wanted to get up in the first place, every inch of his body ached and throbbed after that fall from the cliff. Stupid horse. Stupid cliff. Stupid tower. Stupid- His thoughts were cut off as a sudden headache began to cut into his thoughts. Chat groaned outwardly, unable to bring his hands up to rub the side of his skull to help. Chat contemplated his surroundings, making sure to note every exit he could find.

To his chagrin, there was only one way out, and that just happened to be the same way he had come in. Again his head throbbed, a light curse escaping his lips. Now, despite being a notorious thief, Adrien rarely used curse words. His upbringing was proper and so was his speech and, while he may be free as Chat Noir, Adrien still made the choice to be kid-friendly. After all, a thief to one person can be a saviour and a hero to another. Take every hero in existence, they were all police wanted, all of them with the longing to help people but doing it in the most unfashionable ways. Imagine that, every superhero: a criminal in the eyes of the law before people loved how much "good" they were doing. Threats before they could explain the goals they were working toward.

Chat tried to struggle against his captive "chains", unable to escape. The more he moved, the more he noticed the texture. It felt so smooth and warm that simply wanting to break free of these bonds was difficult. He tried wiggling, stretching, bitting: but nothing seemed to work on his restraints. As Chat's frustration grew, he began to notice what was holding him down. It wasn't rope... It wasn't a very large ribbon... It didn't taste like taffy... Kind of stringy-

He spat out the locks of silky hair as his thoughts caught up with his senses. Out of all of the materials in the world, it just had to be cut hair. Adrien quickly gave up trying to escape and found another option he was soon finding rather enticing. And that plan, my friends, was called "closing his eyes and trying to take a nap". However, his mind quickly refused that idea. He couldn't stop thinking about the strange animal that ad chased him here, leaving him stuck in someone else's tower (which looked very abandoned). A complete stranger who had wrapped him up in... hair. A person who was nowhere to be seen and, quite possibly, planing appetizers before the main course. He had every right to be wary and vigilant. Anything could be lurking in the shadows to catch him and drag him away; Every moment he was out in the open was imperative and dangerous.

Chat Noir was not frightened, not in the very least. He was, however, worried. Of what, you may ask? Of the impending doom encased in the next few hours, quite possibly his last few hours, of his life. Footsteps began to echo from someplace around him, bouncing off the walls and filling his heart, dread welling up from the large sounding footsteps. While the notion of fairytale creatures was discouraged in the Kingdom, sightings and superstition preceded that of his current elders. A growl came from downstairs, cat-like. Adrien loved cats, especially the black ones, but if it was a cat, it must have been some big cat from another kingdom he did not want to meet. Someone was definitely there.

However, as the footsteps grew closer, the echo grew faint. Now, there was only a small pitter-patter on the ground, coming in his direction. His anxiety turned into curiosity slowly as a small bell could be heard jingling among the sound. Then, from out of a dark corner, came the looks of an expensive cast iron frying pan. Chat let out a noise of confusion as he stared at the pan, trying to get a better view of the person behind the dark veil that covered them. The figure at least looked like a person, a smaller person, but a person nonetheless. Nothing out of the ordinary, but it wasn't moving any closer to him. Yet, He was so focused on the frying pan and the human being that he hadn't even noticed the weight pressing on his chest.

Slowly, Disguised Adrien turned his attention back to his own body, finally taking notice of a cat sitting there. Black beauty with a small knick on its right ear, looking very amused, stared back at him. This strange amusement didn't inspire much confidence and while Chat had met smart animals in the past, he didn't know why he felt like this one would be a thorn in his side.

Going back to the person, his curiosity peaked as long hair made its way into the light. Personally, Adrien didn't really find appeal in the girls his father showed him. They all were snobs and prissy girls. Not that he prefered men either. But more like he wanted to spend his time doing other things with his life than finding a wife that only wanted him because the rich should marry richer. And as Marinette stepped into view, he found himself looking at an equal instead of a jewel-encrusted stepping stool. She didn't wear anything extra. She was in a simple, plain dress. She had very, very long hair that he thought met the floor, not that he could see the floor from where he lay. Chat didn't know a single thing about her, but man did he want to pick out every detail.

And as Chat made the fatal mistake of looking up.

Immediately her eyes reached out and ensnared his very soul, digging and poking around his husk of a body. So much emotion in such a delicate package, raging like the sea during a storm. Even the finest bluebells couldn't compare to the vivid azures that streaked about her iris, flowing out from her pupil. The only thing that could have made her eyes any more immaculate would have been a bright smile to match. But there was no smile, and as Chat kept looking at her eyes, he found that the redhead was looking extremely hostile, and came to the conclusion that there was no time for dawdling. He needed to hurry, and the only thing in the way of that was the fascinating princess, that had him bound to her bed. Chat quickly thought of a quick plan A, peeling his eyes away from hers. Trying to find his words, he decided to start out with a simple and dorky, a tiny wave from his mostly-free fingers;

"Hello, eheh..."

A/N: So.

I know this is very delayed.

A year too long delay.

But I have multiple excuses I will not begin to explain. Ex-"second mother", Wolf 359 (highly recommended podcast btw, my god I binged it and could not stop listening to it), and a few life-changing situations.

Ever had to grow up so fast that you can't remember a time when you were free? I am 16. My mother's best friend/partner left us. I have gone from a follower to second in command. I have no more privacy, hardly any free time, but that comes with the responsibility I suppose. I miss being hidden sometimes. So take joy in what you have. cause you never know when you'll lose it all.

Daily does of wisdom c=

Now, I hope I can get back into my routine of a chapter a week of a story, it worked out really well and it felt good to release consecutive content. Don't worry about me quitting, I may take long breaks, but I will always finish what I started with fresh Ideas and new ways to make you all emotional. Sorry about there being a shortage of puns, you will get a plethora of them in the near future

And last but not least, Thank you all. For the reviews, follows, heck even general viewers I receive. I live to make others happy with my content, and the fact that I can actually achieve that is so amazing.

Thank you for giving me this chance.

as always,

Stay Tuned and Thanks for Reading

~Pheonix