Chapter 6
Ugh, so late. Probably the shittiest chapter of anything I've ever written. More chapters to come. Read and review, let me know what y'all think.
Hugs'n'shit
lil-fledgling
Adrian didn't think twice, launching him self after Marinette and only realizing that they were both plunging to certain death after he had his Lady wrapped limply in his arms.
With out giving it much of a thought, Chat Noir flung out his staff, keeping a careful grip on Marinette, and prayed to God (they were outside a church after all, some sort of divine being had to be listening) that the staff would stick.
"Son of a bitch!" It had worked, his trusty staff was firmly lodged between a crack in the stones, and although he nearly dislocated his shoulder in the process, Adrian had managed to keep a hold on both his unconscious friend and stop their fall.
The two of them swung precariously, six stories up, Chat Noir gasping at the fiery pain ripping through his shoulder and wondering what the hell they were going to do now.
"It times like these when I really need you M'lady," Adrian groaned, feeling his hand slip a little. But Ladybug wouldn't be swinging in to save him this time, no. Now it was his turn to save her, to repay her for all the time she had saved his sorry ass from certain doom.
With strength he didn't know he possessed Adrian hauled the two of them on top of his staff and with extreme caution and pain Adrian extended his claws and climbed up the steep wall of the Cathedral, using all of his power and perseverance to get them safely to the top of the building once again.
The scene that met him on the roof was a sobering one. A tattered, dead butterfly lay broken on the ground with Tikki lying beside it, her breathing shallow and weak. Carefully Adrian scooped the little Kwami into his hand and placed her in the pale hollow of Marinette's collarbone. Both Miraculous holder and Kwami looked worse for wear and neither were stirring from their unnatural sleep. With no better plan coming to mind and knowing full well both his father and Nathalie were away on business, Adrian carried Marinette back to his mansion and maybe, maybe something at home would be able to cure his girl.
LB&CH
Adrian didn't expect that the first time he would have a girl in his bed it would be the unconscious love of his life, and he would be freaking out, dealing with the dilemma of whether or not to strip her of her dirty, bloody cloths.
"But what if she freaks out and thinks that I-I've defiled her or something?!" Adrian was pacing across his room agitated and confused, warring with him self about what he should do.
"She's pretty beat up," Plagg said around a bit of cheese from his perch beside a recovering Tikki. "her wounds need to be cleaned up and the only way that can happen is if that disgusting leotard comes off. It not like you're actually going to do anything to her, you're actually helping her. If she wakes up and freaks out then she's just ungrateful and clearly not worth your time." Adrian froze, looking wide eyed and horrified at Plagg.
"What if she doesn't like me?! What if she is repulsed by the fact that I'm Chat Noir and we can never be friends again? What if-"
Marinette groaned and shifted her eyes opening in this slits before closing again.
"I could never hate you," she breathed, pink lips twitching upwards in a small smile. "Never ever." Adrian moved to her side, brushing loose black hair out of her face and speaking quietly to his Lady in hushed, soothing tones.
"Marinette, can you hear me? What hurts, can you tell me what hurts?" She slowly shook her head, peeling her eyes back open again.
"You're Chat Noir," She whispered, "Adrian Agrest is Chat Noir." With a pale, shaky hand Marinette reached up and stroked his cheek disbelievingly, a silvery tear running down her face.
"Oh my god, I love you." In that instant all of Adrian's insecurities and fears disappeared as he gathered the fragile, strong girl in his arms and held her close, listening to the beat of her heart.
"I've always, always loved you too."