I will let you know that akumas, or villains for that matter, and action sequences aren't really my forte. Maybe this doesn't even fit the prompt, but it fits the story, so here we go. The akuma, just so you know, sounded so much cooler in my head; too back I suck at describing chaos.

Also, camembert isn't even stinky? At all? Adrien just doesn't know how to appreciate a good cheese when he sees one

vi: don't touch her

The cold finally seems to be getting to Chat Noir. He shows up that night wearing a coat over his suit and has a blanket folded under his arm. Marinette waits for him in the park, sitting on the edge of the fountain, with her arms tightly wrapped around herself and two pairs of socks on each feet. He sits by her side and drapes the heavy fabric around her shoulders, and she waits no time to scoot closer to him and murmurs when she hides her face in his neck.

Chat decides that he likes the cold, even more now than before. With the low temperature, it is more common to have her seek him for warmth and they spend most of their time touching each other in some way. He loves it when they kiss so hard he feels dizzy, but he cherishes these moments when the both of them just sit and be together, and talk about anything that come to mind without restraints. He laces their fingers together as she tells him of her day, and he wonders for a moment if she would act like this around Adrien.

He has been considering telling her the truth ever since that night on the Eiffel Tower and the more he thinks of it, the more he wants to get it done with. He gets easily fidgety and Plagg finds it too entertaining to say anything that will make him ever regret revealing himself to her in the future. Sometimes he feels like a character in a tv show when he is pacing around his bedroom and the black Kwami is laughing with stinky camembert stuck in his mouth. Chat thought of saying "want to meet my family?" or "I want to meet yours", but he gets flustered after he realizes just exactly what he is thinking and finds himself to be too lame to tell her the truth.

Marinette is talking about her best friend Alya and how she seems to be developing a crush on their classmate Nino. She mentions the drawing Nathanael gave her, a pretty watercolor painting of colorful flowers, and she misses how his grip gets a little tighter around her waist. She laughs as she retells a joke she heard that day and does not notice that he barely smiles, his gaze too focused on her and his thoughts too scattered around his brain.

Marinette is wonderful, he does not know exactly how they even started dating, but he knows he does not want to hide anymore. That is all he knows.

Chat cuts her short when he grips both of her hands, his grin is hesitant and she picks up on it instantly. "What's wrong, kitty?"

He swallows; he never planned exactly what to say. "I've been thinking... Uh..." Her eyes crinkle and her shoulders start shaking in silent laughter when he starts scratching the back of his head and looking around as if the trees could help him. "Uh..."

She kisses him, her fingers getting a little tighter around his own. Her lips are soft and, many times, he wishes he could feel their softness with the tips of his ungloved digits. He is staring at her closed eyes and notices the slight curve that her mouth has. She is smiling and his heart soars and clenches, and he finally returns the kiss a little more fiercely.

"Kitty, kitty," she starts, pecking his flushed cheek right afterwards. "You know you can say whatever is in your mind."

He feels more hopeful and confident, however small that change is, and brings her hands to his chest. "My Princess," she nods at the nickname, expectant blue eyes boring into his, "would you like to see your surprise now?"

She is taken aback, but nods and lets him drop her hands to her lap. Chat leaps out his seat and trips to stand some feet before her, legs parted and arms open wide. Marinette smiles at his visible anxiousness and claps softly at his stance, commenting that his pose reminds her of a magician. "Well then, Princess, don't blink or you might miss it." She makes an amazed sound, covering her open mouth with her hand and urges him to do his magic.

Chat breathes in deeply, parts his lips and then –

Turns his head around abruptly, ears flicking when he hears a strange noise coming from his left.

"What's wrong?" She wants to ask, but the words die in her throat when the ground starts shaking hard.

When the sudden trembling vanishes, Marinette stands and walks hurriedly in his direction, Chat matching her pace, but another tremor makes them lose their footing and they stumble to the ground. Everything goes quiet and still, and these rapid changes makes the both of them feel lost, Chat glances around frantically looking for the source of the problem. "An akuma," he whispers and Marinette's eyes open wide as she stares unseeingly at the ground beneath her palms.

An akuma and Chat will not let her out of his sight so she can transform.

It starts again and the quaking is not as harsh as the last one, but they notice that the noise is getting louder. With his eyes opening wide in horror, he sees that a crack is opening on the ground, crawling its way towards her, and Marinette scrambles out of the way before he can even scream a warning. "Chat!"

"I need to get you out of here!" The crack splits and divides the concrete, forcing them backwards and more distant to each other. He feels helpless as the ground keeps on cracking beneath them, creating deep gaps in the park, and Marinette is left to run out of the way while he can simply jump across the pits.

He tries to reach her, but with every step, a new hole appears and the ground starts getting uneven. Some blocks of concrete are higher than others and the fountain crumbles before his eyes, laughter echoes in his ears and the akuma is just a faceless shadow to him as worry and anger start consuming his mind.

"You!" His yell brings Marinette to a halt and he changes direction, taking out his baton so he can easily avoid the columns and holes that appear on his way. "Don't you dare... Don't you dare touch her!" The akumatized person laughs again, their voice ill and distorted, and evades every single swipe of his weapon as they dance away from his reach, creating obstacles between their bodies. "Don't you dare hurt her!"

Marinette feels suffocated as she watches from the sidelines, trapped on a piece of pavement surrounded by deep cracks. Chat is moving with so much rage that he is just a black blur to her eyes, and the akuma is calmly stepping backwards, a mocking grin on their lips and their moving hands doing more and more damage to the area around them. The hero extends his baton and runs to vault himself from one side of the hole to the other, and the person chuckles, sending a rock flying towards his baton, knocking it backwards and making him lose his balance, and another one that sends the boy gliding backwards, his body hitting a decorative statue with a sickening slap.

Her voice reaches a desperate pitch as she screams out, "Tikki! Transform me!"