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(Marinette/Ladybug P.O.V.)
I was standing on a rooftop. I felt a familiar weight in my hand and found I was holding my yoyo. My spotted suit felt unfamiliar though. I felt exhaustion, barely being able to keep myself up. I saw a black blur out of the corner of my eye and tried to follow it. My arm flopped out, sending my yoyo out, blindly seeking a good hold. My eyes were already closing, I was falling off the roof. I felt the transformation drop as I free-fell before something stopped me. I looked up to see Chat on his baton, holding onto my arm. He looked surprised. Then his face contorted into anger.
"You." He said with malice, drawing me up to his face. "Will never be my Ladybug." He spat.
"You're too pathetic and weak to be someone as important as her." He finished, taking a moment to glare into my eyes with hatred before dropping me.
"Chat!" I cried out, trying to reach for him. But he just sat there with cool regard as I plummeted to my end.
He wasn't there for me. He didn't catch me. He didn't love me. Was all I could think as he disappeared.
I found myself in my room, but everything seemed off. Chat wasn't there even though he promised to stay the night with me. My room was a different color. My furniture wasn't arranged the same way. Something was horribly wrong and I dreaded the thought of an akuma. I decided to try and find out what was going on. I tried to pull the bed sheets off of my legs but as soon as my feet hit the floor I felt myself being tugged backward- and as if in reverse, I was sat back down and the covers were thrown over me again. I made a face, confused and tired. I tried to get up several times, but I wasn't allowed to leave my bed. I flopped back against my bed but my head missed the pillow and I smacked my head against the headboard of my bed. I grimaced, rubbing the back of my head to try to soothe the pain. I was so frustrated and done. I just wanted my kitty.
Movement outside my window caught my eye. I stood up out of my bed and padded over to the window. The light spilling in from my trapdoor suddenly flickered. Something was moving out there. I swallowed and moved up to the trap door. I looked around and didn't see anything. I calmed my beating heart, telling myself it was probably just a bird. I locked the trap doer for good measure and turned around only to freeze and stifle a scream. There was Chat Noir, laying on my bed in a strangely seductive position. I blinked at him. His suit was white instead of black, his eyes glowing yellow and malicious. I took a step back. "Chat Noir?" I said with concern. His lips pulled back into a malicious smile. His teeth were now completely sharpened to dangerous points. This was not my kitty. My eyes flicked down when they caught movement. The bell around his neck was black, the inside flickering like the beating wings of an evil butterfly.
"You're not Chat Noir!" I said, keeping on the offensive side for now.
"Oh, no," he purred in a strange voice. "I'm not that weakling. Not anymore. My name, princess, is Chat Blanc." His smile grew. I flinched at the sound of his pet name for me. His voice was echo-ey, strange, unfamiliar. Unpredictable.
"Chat Noir was never weak, what are you talking about?" I demanded. "Where's my kitty you monster?"
He still smiled at me, but I saw the glint of anger in his eyes, the annoyed flick of his tail. I was afraid. Scared for my kitty, what he might do. "K-kitty," my voice cracked. "What's happened to you?" I said as tears filled my eyes. He shifted his position to stand against the wall.
His eyes expressed something I didn't recognize. Wariness? "Princess, I've only become better for you. I want to keep you safe. Won't you believe me?" He said, white ears going back against his head even with that same smile on his face. I sniffled. My heart screeched at me to run to him, comfort him. My gut told me trap trap trap... I looked away sadly.
"Chat No- Chat Blanc..." I caught myself. I found it easier to keep him at arms length by using his full name. "I-I don't even know what you're doing here." I said, not wanting to make him think I had a weakness by admitting I wasn't in control.
He moved closer to me. "I wanted to meet with you, talk to you. Like we do." I refused to meet his gaze until His gentle hand under my chin led my eyes to his yellow ones. His eyes flicked down to my lips and my breath caught. I almost believed he was going to kiss me. He might've if I hadn't pushed him away.
"Chat Noir this isn't you!" I said with tears in my eyes. "Where's my Chat? I need my Kitty- you're just a copy of him. So just leave." I demanded, not even knowing what I was saying.
I was greeted with silence. I risked a glance up at him only to find that weird grin on his face. Rage filled me at the sight. "Get OUT!" I screamed. I stood and shoved him back and pushed him through the trap door. "GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!" I screeched as I practically threw him off the roof. I accidentally ripped something off of him. I looked down at my hand to see a necklace with a cat and a heart on it- just as an akuma fluttered out. But this akuma was already purified, white as snow. Looking down after him, I expected him to extend his baton and pole-vault away. But he just fell, down, down, down, with a sad smile on his lips. His costume faded back to sleek black leather. My eyes widened in horror at the realization that my first thought was not happening. Not thinking straight, I threw myself off the roof after him. "Chat!" I cried over the wind. "No!"
The ground was farther than usual. It took me about a minute to reach him. I wrapped my arms around him as tight as I could. I reached behind him to try and find his baton but it wasn't there. Cold fear gripped my heart as the ground grew closer. I nuzzled my face into the crook of his neck. "Oh mon chaton I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry..." I changed as the ground flew toward us. His arms wrapped around me and we curled into one another. I kissed his forehead and glanced down to see the street of the alleyway right in front of me. Right when it should have hit us-
I shot up, panting and sweating.
(Adrien/Chat Noir P.O.V.)
I felt a sharp tug on my arm and was pulled from the deepest sleep I'd had in a long time. I grumbled unhappily until I opened my eyes and found Marinette sitting up straight, panting and staring at the wall like she'd seen a ghost. Concern ripped through me, accompanied with fear. "Princess what happened?" I asked anxiously. She just turned to look at me before throwing her arms around my neck. Caught by surprise, I instinctively wrapped my arms around her waist. She cried into my shoulder while I held her, confused, but comforting. Once her sobs had calmed to hiccups, I asked again what had caused this.
"Y-you were ak-kumatized a-and I tried to h-help you b-but you weren't you- y-you are you, right?" She said uncertainly.
I took her hand in mine and put it over my chest. "It's me, Princess. Everything's going to be ok, I promise. I'll never leave you alone, m'lady, you'll never be alone." I promised as she tucked herself bad in to my side. I smiled and snuggled her more. I fell into a black sleep of silence and warmth.
(Marinette P.O.V.)
The nightmares did not return that night, so I enjoyed my time in my Kitty's arms. When I woke up again, he was still there with me. He smiled sleepily down at me; and of course, not being able to resist his lopsided smile, I reached up and kissed him. It started out slow, easy, but quickly grew to passionate and then hungry. My fingers wound through his hair as our tongues danced. Our legs tangled and our frenzied hands explored each other's body. He pulled away with a growl, grinning and panting. He kissed along my neck, making me arch into him. He took the opportunity and attacked my exposed skin.
My breathing became short as he kissed and nipped my skin. He sucked hard in one spot, making me gasp in slight pain before his tongue soothed the pain. "Good morning." He said into my neck.
"Q-quite the hello, Chaton." I muttered. He laughed against my skin, making me shiver. He pulled back, much to my disappointment, but I hid it. He gave me a broad smile before leaning in and capturing my lips in his. I pulled away, laughing at his disapproving whine. I decided he wasn't the only one who could tease. Climbing out of my bed, I walked to my closet. I sensed him looking at me from the bed and smirked. My top was off in a flash, my shorts following quickly. I looked into my closet, ignoring chat's barely supressed noises of shock. I had to keep my shoulders from shaking with laughter as I turned to see his gloved hands covering his red face. "Like what you see, kitty?" I baited him. He just flung himself back down onto my bed and turned his back to me. I laughed heartily at that. I turned back around and scanned my row of dresses. Ah, there it was. I fished out a black skirt and its matching black shirt. I'd designed the matching set for fun when I'd been hit with inspiration- you guessed it, Chat Noir- and didn't stop until I'd finished. I slipped on the top, black, tank-sleeved, with little green collars on it. The shirt itself only reached about three inches above my belly button. The skirt was plain black, but the elastic waist band was the same color as the collars. It was quilted, and held its own shape, but not too much so that it didn't fold over itself. My typical pink ballet flats were swapped out for plastic-y black platforms. A black ribbon served as a choker with a thin green choker paired with it. My double piercing served helpful, as my miraculous were black when not activated, and paired with green crescents matched the look. A light smoky eye and mauve lipstick tied it all together.
I smiled at my reflection before turning back to Chat. I saw his ears poking over the edge of the bed and smirked. Time to test my theory...
GOODNESS IM SOO SORRY! I know it took me forever to update but I was really uninspired. It's 3 A.M. So I'm sorry if this sucks!
