Warning: Adult themes
A/N In case you guys get confused: Italics is a flashback, Bold is a memory, "Words that are in italics and in quote marks are a mental conversation." and 'things like these are thoughts.' Hope that clears things up sorry if the story gets confusing I have no idea what I'm doing!
Chat threw Scotty across the ground. Scotty jumped to his feet and turned into music notes. He made Chat turn in circles as he tried to follow Scotty, he didn't notice Scotty was making his to a paralyzed Marinette. Scotty formed behind Marinette and slung his arm over her shoulders making Chat stop from running towards them.
"Such a pretty thing." Scotty taunted looking at Marinette. He turned to face her and all she could do was look at him with dull eyes. He combed his hand through her hair and let his hand over next to her ear. "Such a big problem." He made an effort to take off one of her earrings but Marinette was soon out of reach as she was in Chat's arms. Scotty only smiled at the pair.
"You got what you really wanted, huh?" Scotty asked. Chat leapt off out of sight without a reply and Marinette in his arms. Chat jumped over two buildings at a time since it was easier than running holding Marinette. He was heading to Marinette's apartment. Landing on the building across her balcony he dared to look down at Marinette who was staring up at him, He looked down to meet Marinette's eyes and a smile slowly crawled onto her face.
"I love you." She muttered. Chat was shocked by Marinette's sudden confession. He jumped the last building and landed on her balcony. He gently put her down and turned to leave but her voice stopped him.
"You're just going to leave me?" She asked in a desperate tone. He didn't respond instead he just stood there his back facing her.
"You won't leave me, right? Not again, not when I just got you back." She slowly walked towards him.
"You love me right?" His eyes widened at the question.
"Don't leave me." She reached to grab his wrist but he turned around and grabbed her face. His lips found hers and Marinette let out a low hum from the surprise and satisfaction of the kiss. His hands kneaded into her hair and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I will never leave you, not again." He said as their lips parted. He rested his forehead against hers.
"I love you..." She whispered.
Chat opened his eyes and looked into Marinette's deep bluebells. Something was different but it wasn't obvious enough for Chat Noir to notice. She kissed him again and he slowly kissed back. Her lips were soft and tasted like cherries. He slithered his tongue into her mouth and she moaned with delight. The longer they made out the heated the kiss got. It got sloppier every second and their breaths became rigid. They separated and dove into the kiss again with ten times the passion. Chat moved his clawed hands over the dips of her hip and the curves of her waist. His claws dug into her skin leaving light scratch marks. Marinette had her hands scrambled in his golden locks. Chat slid his hands under her thighs and gripped them tight. He lifted Marinette up and she squealed at the sudden movement. She let out a breathy giggle as their lips were inches apart and Chat smiled a devilish grin.
Chat walked towards her room, with his hand he miraculously opened the glass door. He walked in as it swung open. Marinette held his shoulders and felt the soft cushion of the mattress as he laid her down on the bed. Marinette pulled him down with her. Chat nipped at her neck leaving purple splotches and red marks. Marinette's nails dug into the exposed skin Chat's suit left. She moaned and gasped at the actions. Chat felt dizzy listening to the sounds she was making. He grid down and slipt his hand up her shirt. He traced his claws over her pale skin making her shiver and moan.
"C-chat..." Marinette breathed. Her head sunk into the pillow and her hair became de-shelved.
"Mmm?" His hand slowly crawled towards her chest. Marinette shoved him back. Chat grunted and made a confused face. Marinette got on her knees, the same position Chat was in. She took her shirt off in a fluid movement. The shirt fell to the floor carelessly and Chat watched the action with a certain hunger. He looked like an animal. A smirk on his face, his eyelids low and eyes full of lust.
Marinette pulled Chat in for another kiss. This one was sloppy and quick, Chat wasn't the only one that was hungry.
"Listen..." Something whispered. Chat twisted his brows in confusion and separated from Marinette's lips to catch his breath. He took to long to do so.
"What? What's wrong?" Marinette asked, her gaze avoiding his, looking anywhere but his eyes. Chat shook his head.
"Nothing, nothing's wrong." Chat grabbed her neck. That's when he saw her eyes, a dark magenta replaced her bluebell irises. Realization hit him. That was what was wrong with her eyes. They were turning a darker shade, a whole different colour.
"What, you don't want me?" Marinette spat. Chat shook his head once again. Her eyes shined a glint that glowed brightly.
"Marinette."
"You don't want me."She pushed him over causing him to bounce off the bed and hit the floor. Marinette slowly climbed off the bed. "I'm sorry that I'm not Ladybug." She muttered. Chat Noir rested on his elbows.
"What? What does this have to do with Ladybug? I don't want her." He quickly stood up. "You're the only one I want." He stepped closer. He grabbed her face. "You. I want you." He said in a sorrowful tone.
"Then prove it." She looked down at his lip. Chat swallowed and repeated the action he first did. he kissed her and gently pushed her against the bed, she fell with a slight thump and a satisfying moan. He left light, small butterflies kisses on her face leaving a trail to her ear. Marinette inhaled when she felt his breath against her skin.
"Wake up. You got hit by an akuma. Wake up." Chat retracted and looked at her eyes again to see if it worked.
"Wha...? Marinette said hazily. She slowly shut her eyes and her bluebell colour returned to her irises. Chat held her in his arms. He could hear her slow breaths. 'In and out.' He reminded himself to breathe because he couldn't believe what he was about to do and where it was leading. Of course, Marinette wouldn't do anything like that especially not with him. That's how Chat Noir knew it wasn't her. Once he was out of the apartment he was driven by anger.
'I need to find Scotty.'
The black cat heroine jumped and ran around the city looking for Scotty. It was just instinct but he had an idea where Scotty might be.
Chat "accidentally" broke the door down. He huffed as he finally entered the room and rubbed his shoulder even though he kicked the door down. He looked around the dimly lit room, things reflected from the light, blinding him.
"I'm impressed." He heard. 'Scotty.' Chat concluded. "You found me."
"And I'm going to end you."
"Won't really be a hero if you did that, kitty." Scotty chuckled. Chat rolled his eyes and tried to find Scotty. He looked around and recognized some things as instruments. 'A music room?' He asked himself. He could hear soft guitar strings start to play.
"So, you're in loooove~" Chat heard. He scowled. "...with Marinette." He heard from behind him. Chat threw his leg and attempted to kick Scotty. Scotty smiled at Chat. "Buuut. Is she in love with you?" Scotty asked with a quirked brow. Chat thought about it. His body became lose and lost focus as he remembered Marinette's words. 'I love you.' Pain shot through his jaw, once, twice. Chat snapped out of his haze by the third punch Scotty threw. Chat caught Scotty's wrist and twisted it. Blood trickled down Chat's chin. He twisted Scotty's arm.
"Ahhh!" The music paused for a second and went out of tune but continued.
"Where's the akuma?!" Chat shouted.
"Ha! L-like I would tell you. I'm not stupid!"Chat put more pressure on Scotty's arm and twisted it more in the opposite direction. He gripped Scotty's arm and threw him across the room, making Scotty crash into a bunch of instruments. Once, again the music went out of tune and faltered. Chat squinted and looked around the room, he tried to find the source of the music. Scotty stood up and made the instruments rattle, again the music faltered. Chat looked in the direction of Scotty and saw some instruments. A red guitar, a trumpet, a flute, drums and a few other things that were now all over the floor, scattered and broken or dented. Chat listened carefully and tried to decipher what instrument was playing. 'A keyboard?' He asked himself. Chat was caught off guard Scotty landed a kick on Chat's chest. Chat fell back but landed on his feet. He slid back and his claws made a scratching sound.
"Agggh!" Scotty covered his ears and Chat smirked.
"Follow the music notes." Plagg advice.
"What?" Chat asked, he couldn't hear Plagg but he could tell that Plagg sighed. Chat looked around and soon his vision became lime green. He panicked and lost his balance making him fall down. Chat looked around, things awfully resembled his cataclysm pattern and colour as others were still lime green. Chat realised that things that looked like his cataclysm were the music notes. 'Follow the music notes.' He reminded himself. Chat looked around from the ground, in the corner of his eye he could see Scotty. Chat moved when Scotty made an attempt to attack him, Chat Noir frantically looked around as he tried to avoid Scotty's attacks. Music notes scattered the room in a spiral pattern that leads to an instrument Chat couldn't find, at least not yet. The only thing in the room that could be heard was their ragged breaths and the only thing Chat could hear was the music which he was still trying to figure out was coming from.
The two were tired but still fought relentlessly. Chat watched Scotty as the akumatized civilian lifted his leg to kick Chat. Chat blocked Scotty's leg with his forearm and let out a cry. His bare arm was red from using it to protecting himself. He missed the comfort of his leather catsuit although it did become stuffy from time to time. Scotty's face dripped of sweat and looked tired, Chat still had that feeling like Scotty had something up his sleeve, some upper hand, some magic trick that would wow an audience.
As Chat Noir dodged another of Scotty's hits he saw something with his cataclysm pattern that wasn't a music note. 'The instrument?' He wondered. Scotty punched again but Chat caught Scotty's wrist and pulled him forward giving Chat the ability to jump over him. Chat looked behind him in mid-air to see Scotty scramble to the ground. Chat smiled a little and landed in front of the assumed instrument. It was hidden under millions of other which Chat guessed made the reason it was hard to find. He pulled out a guitar that turned red once his vision was able to see full colours and not lime green. He breathed out a heavy sigh of relief and heard Scotty grumble and then footsteps. Like something rehearsed, Chat swung the guitar behind him and hit Scotty, the guitar in pieces, destroyed. Scotty laid on the ground unconscious and a dark butterfly flew out of the guitar. Chat didn't think about that, the akuma. 'Oh no...' He stood there, eyes wide and mouth gaping as he looked clueless.
"Catch it!" Plagg ordered.
"How?! Ladybug's not here!"
"Use cataclysm." Chat listened and felt his right claw become surrounded by darkness, his cataclysm. He jumped and caught the akuma in his claw. When his feet hit the ground and he stood straight again, he opened his hand only to see dust. He turned his hand and made the dust fall slowly to the ground.
"What?" He spoke.
"It's just how it is, kid. You're the wielder of the bad luck miraculous, which means you're a spawn of destruction." Plagg said in a matter-of-fact tone.
A tear slip down Chat's mask. After today, watching people die and act against his own free will which was somehow controlled by someone else he had enough. He didn't want to put up with things in the future. What good was to come to someone who was not only a spawn of destruction but of bad luck as well? He wasn't going to feel the same around Marinette knowing that they were so close and that she... wasn't in control, that she was under the power of the akuma. He felt ashamed and bad. He was angry with himself and with Scotty. He looked down at Scotty with glassy eyes and a twisted face. He had to make sure Scotty got medical help. 'What have I done?' Marinette and Scotty. Who else was he going to hurt?
Marinette woke up under the covers. She opened her eyes to see her bedside table with a plate of cookies and a steaming cup of.. 'Tea?' She got up and took a sip. 'Cinnamon and peppermint? Mum?' She jumped out of bed and nearly tripped. She opened her bedroom door to hear voices and rattling. She slowly walked into the kitchen to see Alya Sabine and Tom all talking. Tom was at the stove, Alya was doing the dishes and Sabine had a steaming cup in her hands.
"Mum?" Marinette asked.
"Oh, sweetie." Sabine turned to her daughter. Her eyes went wide. "Go put a shirt on Marinette." Sabine laughed. Marinette looked down. She was only wearing a crop top.
"Sorry!" Marinette ran to her room and heard faint laughter. She came back with a large jumper and her face still flushed pink.
"Hey..." She rubbed her neck.
"Morning sleepy head." Alya chuckled. Marinette smiled.
"I didn't sleep for long did I?" Alya nodded towards the window in the living room. Marinette looked out the window with parted curtains to see a dark sky.
"Oh." Tom engulfed Marinette in a hug. His large arms wrapped around her tiny frame. She hesitated but sunk straight into his warm stomach. She was an adult but was still shorter than her large father. He was a large teddy bear and she loved him. She missed him. 'God... I needed this.' She attempted to wrap her arms around his neck but could only settle them on his shoulders.
"Hey, kiddo," Tom spoke.
"Hey, dad...Stir fry?" She looked up. Tom put his hands on Marinette's shoulders and smiled.
"Mmhmm. Thought I'd cook your favourite. It still is your favourite right?" Tom looked back from the stove.
"Of course, yeah."
"How have you been, honey?" Marinette snapped her attention to sabine.
Marinette smiled and was prepared for a reunion with her family that was long needed. Alya made an attempt to leave but not only did Marinette stop her but so did Marinette's parents. Alya laughed and stayed. Four of them laughed and shared their week well a few weeks. It's been a while since Marinette checked up on her parents. Tom was starting to grow a beard and both him and Sabine had white streaks through their hair. It made her think about how much she actually missed her parents. 'How long has it been?' She couldn't think about it. Not with Scotty and Angela, school was freeloading on her like a dump truck. She didn't have the time to think about her family, her friends, she didn't have time for things like love. It made her sad. But she was doing all she of it for love. It was hypocritical.
"Be safe, nonna."
"Don't worry, my little bunny." Gina pinched Marinette's cheek.
"Send me a postcard?"
"I'll do more than that." The two said their farewells. Gina mounted her bike.
"Be careful!" Tom yelled. Gina did a little wave significantly that she heard him.
-Half Hour Later-
Marinette attempted to steal a cookie from the tray.
"Ah!" She hissed.
"Marinette!" Tom turned. He laughed when he put two and two together. "Wait until they've co-" Sirens blared and ambulances were seen zooming down the street. Sabine looked out the window.
"Oh no." She muttered.
"What?" Tom asked. Sabine didn't reply instead she went through the door.
"Mama?!" Marinette followed.
Sabine jogged down the street and Marinette followed. Tom later joined the two on the side of the street. They watched policemen and paramedics crowd around the incident.
"Sabine?" Tom asked. Sabine's mouth hung and her eyes were wide.
"Oh god." She rushed through the crowd.
"Ma'am, you're not allowed here." Someone in uniform said.
"That's my mother-in-law." She pointed out. He looked back and then back at Sabine and nodded.
"Noona?!"
"Mum!?"
"-she's losing a lot of blood."
"-keep her stabilise-"
"-she needs oxygen!"
"-heart rate-"
"I'm sorry for your loss."
All of it was a blur. It was a tough year for Marinette. Adrien left during that time and her grandma dyed. Her family tried, they really did, to be happy. They wanted to be happy and live their lives like Gina wanted. Marinette forgot about her family but it was good to have them back in her life. Her parents had to go sooner or later.
"It's late, how about you stay here?" Alya asked.
"Yeah, you guys can stay in the extra room." Marinette tried.
"Thank you, sweetheart, but we have a delivery early in the morning so we have to be at the bakery." Sabine stood a little on her tiptoes and kissed Marinette's cheek.
"Okay, call me when you get home." Marinette hugged Tom.
"Will do. Get some sleep, good night Alya, Marinette." Her parents drove safely back home and when they got there they called Marinette.
"Okay, goodnight mama, papa." Marinette hung up and looked at Alya who was sitting on the couch. "I'm going to bed. Night Alya."
"Night."
Marinette shut her door. She smiled, got ready for bed and checked on Tikki. Her face fell when she saw the small being. Tikki just looked weak as she was crunched up into a little ball with a cloth that served as a blanket was thrown over her loosely. Marinette's face scrunched up. What was she supposed to do?
Marinette went to sleep, trying to think of ways to help Tikki. But her thoughts didn't stop when she went into slumber.
"Don't leave me." She reached to grab his wrist but he turned around and grabbed her face. His lips found hers and Marinette let out a low hum from the surprise and satisfaction of the kiss. His hands kneaded into her hair and her arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"I will never leave you, not again." He said as their lips parted. He rested his forehead against hers.
All of it felt so real, a memory. Marinette's body twisted in the sheets and yet she still remained asleep.
"I love you..." She whispered. The words left her lips and she sat up. 'Was I asleep?' She asked herself. Because it didn't feel like that. It was too vivid. There was only darkness and voices but there was also feeling, emotion. That is what made it feel real. She rubbed at her eyes, her hair already a mess. She tied it up into a bun and fell backwards, her head hitting her pillow with a little bounce.
Marinette held his shoulders and felt the soft cushion of the mattress as he laid her down on the bed.
She shot straight up and got out of bed, throwing the covers to the floor and trailing behind her. She kicked them off her feet and entered the bathroom. Marinette turned on the faucet and cupped her hands with warm water. She looked at her face, dripping with water, in the mirror. She could see neon green eyes decorated with leather, tanned skin and small tousels of shaggy blonde hair. Her eyebrow twitched in her reflection. The face played a hungry smirk and the neon eyes suddenly changed from lively to ones of a predator. It sent shivers down her spine.
It wasn't just an image she saw in her head, she could see it in the mirror, staring back at her. Marinette walked t of her room thinking about it. The visions or whatever they were. She opened the fridge and chugged down whatever milk they had left.
"Couldn't sleep?" Alya asked. Milk spewed out of Marinette's nose. Echoes of coughs and giggles bounced off the walls. "Sorry." Alya apologized.
"I-it's alright." Marinette punched her chest, pain struck through her throat and fire in her lungs. "But yeah, sleep isn't really coming to me." She sauntered over to the couch, her weight shifted the cushions beneath her body.
"Got any idea why?" Alya tempted. It seemed everyone knew something Marinette didn't nowadays.
"Um... Maybe because I kissed somebody." She muttered.
"You killed somebody!?"
"Kiss! I kissed somebody, a guy. I kissed a guy!" Marinette clarified.
"Oh, was it that bad that you're having nightmares?" Alya chuckled to follow up her joke.
"I don't think their nightmares just some kind of memory thingy." Alya's face looked taken aback.
"Marinette? Are you alright?"
"Oh, yeah yeah yeah. Just... It's just this party I went to and went a little overboard." Marinette thought of an excuse quickly and played it off smoothly like it was the truth, oh how she wished it was.
"And what happened at this party?" Alya folded her legs, her body angled towards Marinette. Marinette swallowed. How was she going to explain that she kissed...Chat Noir?
"That guy, I screwed up with was at the party and I think something happened. I think that something was a kiss."
"You guys patched up really quickly." Alya quirked a brow. "It seemed like something big happened to you guys. I thought he was your boyfriend." Marinette shut that idea down.
"What? No. We're... we're not together."
"Okay but maybe you have feelings for him. You were really upset when you guys had that fight. Now you're saying you guys kissed." Alya told Marinette of what she knew.
"Well I think it was him, it's what I remember."
"That drunk?" Alya asked more surprised than ever. Marinette didn't forget big things like that even when she was drunk.
"...Yeah, that drunk." Marinette sounded ashamed.
"Storytime." Alya declared.
Marinette smiled. The last time they did storytime was their first day in uni when Marinette had a crush on some guy in her business and management class. Storytime was when all they did was talk. They always talked but for some reason giving it a big title put a big meaning to it.
"That guy, um- let's call him...? Guy in leather?" Marinette shrugged, she looked at Alya to see her reaction. Nothing but one that held anticipation so Marinette went on. Marinette sighed and continued. "Guy in leather was at this party I went to so we caught" up and grabbed a drink. Maybe I took too many, we hanged out in a sorta private area and the most part I have no clue but I'm pretty sure we kissed." Marinette inhaled deeply after she explained the made-up story quickly.
"How do you know he didn't do anything else?" Alya asked worriedly. Marinette thought about it. 'He wouldn't do anything like that.' Marinette told herself.
She caught his attention and the music became the only thing she heard over the chaos.
- Chat leapt off out of sight without a reply and Marinette in his arms. -
A little more of a memory and that was all Marinette needed.
"He saved me." She muttered.
"He saved you? From who?" Alya rushed. Marinette snapped out of it.
"Oh um- This guy at the party, he saved me from this guy who was being a huge creep."
"You're okay now. Right?" Alya asked. Marinette could see that her best friend was scared for her. Marinette gave Alya a reassuring smile.
"Yeah, I think I am."