Well, we've finally arrived... The end is here for Luka... Or is it?
Ladybug stumbled back away from Luka, watching as his face contorted from shock to fury. For a moment she was sure she was going to die, that he would kill her before Chat could react. She lost her balance and fell, landing on the hard concrete with a squeak and a groan. Chat's baton came around Luka's throat right as a smile lit up his features. Luka licked his lips at Marinette's pain, watching as her skintight suit accented the parts he had spent so much time cutting up. He watched as her hands wrapped protectively around her stomach, cradling it as if it carried the most precious jewels in existence. He snorted out a laugh until it was cut off by the cool metal of Chat Noir's baton. "Better protect that filth's child, Red Lady. If I get my hands on you…"
Chat gripped each side of his baton and pulled it towards himself, causing Luka to choke. A sick, wet, gurgling sound emanating from his throat as he tried to fight against the pressure of the cold steel on his adam's apple. "I'd be more concerned with my plans for you. I've been searching for you a long time, you piece of shit." A clenched, crazed grin crossed Chat's lips as he leaned down into Luka's face. He ran his claw along the man's sharp jawline and up his cheek, delighting in the scratches left behind. "Was it a long time searching or...?" His voice went up in thought as he reached up to tap his own chin. "Maybe… more like a long time I've been dreaming of what I would do to you when I saw your ass." He turned his eyes back to the pinned man in front of him. "But you probably know that…"
Marinette had never seen her kitty like this. She knew she had nothing to fear out of Chat, that he was only doing this to ensure she no longer had to live in fear; but she couldn't help clutching her hands to her stomach in a subconscious attempt to protect her unborn child. Or maybe she was just trying to grasp onto the one thing that felt normal in this fucked up situation. At least, more normal than what was occuring around her. She turned her attention back to her fiancé who, at the moment, had the devil himself pinned to a couch.
"See, you hurt my girl." Chat said matter of factly, "But you didn't just hurt my MARINETTE- oh...no." He yanked back on his baton again, causing a crimson liquid to trickle down the side of Luka's lips as it crushed his windpipe further. Chat leaned down into Luka's face once again. "You hurt my kitten, you sadistic FUCK." He pulled his baton back again to solidify his last word and spit it out in spite. "Why don't you tell me why Marinette is so FUCKING important to you, hm?" He tapped Luka on the side of his cheek, easing his baton from the man's neck a bit.
"She mfis miff wif-" Luka had tried to talk against the crushing pain in his throat as he fought against Chat's hold, but he found it hard to. Luka found it hard to talk to this crazy cat man, and truth be told he didn't really want to. Who did this man that he was to speak to someone of Luka's caliber like this? He'd been in worst situations before. And he saw one flaw in the cat man's blustering… and it was that this man had probably never been in this position before. Add in that he was barely keeping his rage in check, and this novice was bound to make a mistake sooner or later.
Chat slammed his baton back again, pressing Luka's head back into the couch. "You wanna try that again, motherfucker?" He sneered and angrily yanked the bar against the man's throat again. "I've got plenty of other methods I can try to get you to talk if you refuse. I'm a very creative cat. I could do this all day… but I bet you can't. So TALK!" Chat added so much pressure that Luka choked harder, as more blood spilled out of his mouth. Chat couldn't bear to look over in Marinette's direction, ashamed that she had to witness this. If he had it his way, she would be comfortably recovering in the hospital while he dealt with Luka. But, there was too much risk leaving Luka alone, even for a moment. So she would have to be strong and hold on for just a bit longer, until he ended the scum choking under his baton. They needed this closure before they could go on with their lives. He leapt over the couch and sat beside Luka.
"You think I'll talk so easily, pretty boy?" Luka coughed and spoke in a gravelly voice once Chat removed his baton from his neck, only to immediately slam it into his stomach, pinning him to the couch before he could even hope to get up. He gave a sinister laugh and peered over at the man beside him. "You think I would TELL you why that little BITCH is mine and only MINE? SHE MARRIED ME! Just because you removed my ring, doesn't mean that she isn't my property. I own her. I have since the moment I walked up to her in that club." He sneered and Chat thought about what he had said a moment. The word 'property' hit too close to home with how his father had always treated him as an object to hang his designs on.
Chat licked his lips and lightly chuckled, using the anger from his messed up childhood to fuel him once more. He was gonna make this serpent son of a bitch suffer nice and slow. He suddenly removed his baton from Luka's stomach and stood up tall. Luka had a brief moment to catch his breath as he was lulled into a false sense of security, that is, until the cat man towered up with a crazed expression. He swung his baton back before crashing it into Luka's kneecaps, rendering them useless. The loud crack of bones shattering echoed through the empty room and Luka screamed out in pain as he felt the couch dip beside him. Chat wrapped his arm around Luka's shoulders with a warm smile, like they were simply friends hanging out on the couch together, about to watch some television. But Luka knew better than to see that smile as anything but murderous. "No KNEED to run from your sticky situation." This man's puns would kill him before his hands ever would. Luka panted and watched the man with enough anger to kill a room full of idiots that didn't do as he had asked.
"Are you gonna make shitty ass jokes or torture me?" Luka swallowed back the metallic taste of blood and glared at the man beside him. He had enough of this game. No one put him on bottom. He was the big boss in this pond. What he said went. He had to gain an advantage somewhere, but the throbbing pain in his neck and knees made his stomach turn and his head fog.
"Oh no… I'm gonna do you one better…" Chat finally flashed a look over at Ladybug across the room. She had chosen to remain on the floor, the room spinning less if she was lower to the ground. His worried gaze tried to catalog her injuries underneath the suit, trying to gauge whether or not she would be up for what he had in store for Luka. Her eyes were filled with fear, whether for her and the kittens health or for the way he was acting now, he couldn't tell. Don't look at me like that, Marinette… Please. Chat shook his head and tried to clear the shame that he felt from her expression. He needed to do this. Had wanted to do this since he first heard about this man. "Bugaboo? Can you hold this here?" He sweetly spoke and slammed his baton against Luka's chest, knocking the wind out of him.
Ladybug was pulled from her whirlwind of broken thoughts by his question. She startled as every eye in the room trained on her, before slowly standing up and walking over to him with a slight limp. He watched her walk around the couch and wrap her shaky fingers around the rounded metal. Almost done, baby. Then we'll get you to a hospital. Chat wanted to reach out to her, to physically make sure she was okay, but he settled for trying to reach her with his thoughts and hoping his expression carried the message through to her. She watched with dull blue eyes as her fiancé raised the disgusting man's hand up in front of his face. Chat's miraculous caught the light like a starburst, nearly blinding her.
"Let's play a game, hm? I'm gonna ask you a question and you're going to answer. You don't answer and I break one of these pretty fingers that was busy touching my fiancée without her permission. GOT IT?" Chat pressed Luka's index finger back to solidify his point. Luka groaned and panted at the slow pain that radiated through his hand. "We're gonna go through everything you did to my Marinette. Starting with this finger here. You got ten. Well eight and two thumbs, but who's here to judge…" He sneered and gave Luka an expression that would put most men in their grave. "If you don't talk by then.. Well-" He chuckled and pressed Luka's finger back even further and leaned into him. "I'll just move on to your toes. Ready to play...?" The last word came through Chat's clenched teeth like a oath and Luka growled at the man holding him hostage.
Luka took a moment to look like he was getting ready to respond. Chat leaned forward, only to catch a faceful as Luka spit blood out in response. A raging fire burned behind Chat's emerald eyes. "How's MY Bella taste, pussy cat?" Chat wiped the blood from his face with the back of his gloved hand, and pressed his lips together in a grimace. He rolled his eyes at the broken man on the couch. "Hm." He snapped Luka's finger back with a smirk. "You wanna try that again?" Luka's screams rang out around them.
Ladybug didn't know if she could watch and when the first snap of bone rang out with Luka's scream, she flinched and looked away with a cringe. Her stomach turned and bile rose up her throat. She wanted to clutch at her stomach, anything to soothe the churning as Luka flew forward, and that brought her back to the situation at hand with a snap. It all became too real and her grip faltered. Chat didn't bother to look up as he slammed his available hand on the baton to pin Luka back to the couch. As if Luka's efforts to escape weren't even worth his time. There was no way this fucker was getting away. Not until he was broken and bleeding on the floor, not that he could really walk or run with his knees as damaged as they were.
Luka finally saw his chance. He used Ladybug's moment of weakness to his advantage, surging forward and producing his special knife out of nowhere. He swung his knife up in an attempt to slash across Ladybug's hand, but Chat was faster. He quickly snatched it from his grasp before it could get close to Ladybug. Chat skillfully flipped it into the air before he slid the blade into the back of his belt tail.
"Now, now, now… was that very fair? Although, you don't play fair, DO YOU, pussy- cat-? Not when you've hurt Marinette not ONCE, not TWICE, but MULTIPLE times…. Now you've gone and rubbed my FUR the wrong way YET AGAIN by trying to slice at her PAW." Chat grinned and snapped back Luka's middle finger, causing it to bruise and bleed from the bone breaking through his thin skin. "Shall we continue our little adventure, hm?"
Luka growled up at him with a smoldering expression, but Chat remained unphased. Ladybug, on the other hand, wasn't doing so well. She felt like the room wouldn't quit spinning and she struggled to stay conscious. She had to stay upright for her Kitty and her unborn kitten. Ladybug knew that she couldn't give up so easily, not when Adrien was working so hard in front of her. Just a little bit longer kitten, she thought to herself as she tried to regulate her breathing, your Papa is making sure we'll always be safe. She tried to focus in again as she heard Chat's quiet voice.
"Let's get back to the matter at hand. How about we start back when you drugged her in that pretty black car of yours? I'm sure you know which instance I'm talking about. The black car that probably means more to you than anything else in this god forsaken world we reluctantly live in because it makes you look important and rich? Yeah, that one." Chat bent back Luka's ring finger with ease. "Why'd you drug her in the first place? Is your dick so small that you felt like she had to be unconscious in order to enjoy it?" He mentally laughed at his words and watched Luka squirm.
"Why don't you ask her? Ask her how she moaned for me every last moment she let me pound into her tight, wet, pussy. Ask her how she went with me willingly so she could forget about you. Ask her how she sucked my dick for the sole reason of pleasing me. Then come back and say that shit to me." Luka taunted Chat with the mental pictures of Marinette doing all of those things to him and enjoying it. Chat's eyes narrowed but before he could act on his rage, Ladybug gained the strength to jam the baton back into his chest harder. Chat's lips parted in shock at the look on her face. Disgust and shame warred with her obvious discomfort and pain. Her resolve never wavered however. She was sick of Luka's games, sick of his lies, and sick of him stalling and beating around the bush in the conversation. She just wanted him to give up any information he had so that her and Chat can leave. She leveled her gaze at Chat, silently reassuring him that he was the only one for her. He suddenly smiled and pressed further, feeling validated now that he was being backed up by the love of his life.
"Ever consider that she could have been faking it to make you feel better about yourself?" Chat smirked with a dark glint in his eye and pushed Luka's finger back in a sudden jarring motion, causing the snap to ring out around them and blood to spurt from the line of the break.
Luka hissed with a wince and swallowed hard. "Nah… she wouldn't have to fake it. I'm too good with my mouth and dick, you mangy alley cat. And even if she was 'faking it', she still chose me over you. Sorry not sorry that she doesn't scream your name as loudly or often as she does mine." His smile was feral, all bloodstained teeth and malice.
Chat growled and grabbed Luka's face with his clawed finger tips, turning his face towards his. "You think using your sick pathetic magic to get women to do what you want for your pathetic small miniscule cock is enough to make me jealous? You're stupid as well as a sick and twisted BASTARD." Chat spit in his face and pressed his claws into his soft flesh, causing red drops to bubble up beneath his sharp points.
"Are we here to talk about my Bella or my dick?" Luka rolled his eyes and stared into Chat's toxic green cat eyes through his dark mask. He just wanted to get it over with. Wanted to end this shit and move on. He didn't have time for this idle chit chat.
"How about BOTH considering it was just buried inside my girl!" Chat snapped his pinky back and Luka gasped with a deep rooted growl. "You know what? I'm getting bored of playing with my food and that's a damn shame. Considering I'm a cat and all. You must be so dull that I can't even find the amusement in torturing you."
"Really guys, we're gonna do this NOW? You both seriously have to get into this ridiculous fucking pissing contest right now? YOU," she pointed her finger at Luka, whose jaw was hanging open, "YOU couldn't pick up women without all your money and drugs so shut the fuck up and go to hell." Chat's smirk was shortly lived as she rounded on him, her finger jabbing into his chest as she drove her point home, "and YOU. You're seriously so threatened by this pathetic excuse for a dick that you feel the need to mark your territory instead of finishing the damn job so we can get our kitten checked out-" Ladybug cut her tirade short as she felt herself phasing in and out of consciousness again. The waves of pain were causing her extremities to go numb, taking her under it's dark currents and drowning her. Chat grabbed her, soundly kissing her with pride before he turned back to the business at hand. She shook her head, grown ass men acting like jealous teenagers. The snap of another finger brought her back to the surface. She pulled the baton back towards herself and slid it up his slender neck, choking him again.
"So, let's try something new, shall we?" Chat got up and brought a table over towards Luka on the couch. It was a small round bistro table that would look so pretty on a balcony. Chat sat back down and slammed Luka's hand onto the glass top. He whipped Luka's knife from his belt and leaned into him. "You wanna talk before I jam this blade into your hand? I'm giving you a chance here. Answer my question: Why, Marinette?"
Luka pressed his lips together in a thin line and didn't say a word. Chat licked his lips and wiped the back of his hand that was holding the blade beneath his nose and peered at the man through his drenched bangs. "TALK!" Chat pressed Luka's hand into the table more, causing all of the broken bones to crack more under the pressure of his weight.
"Why would I tell you anything?" Luka growled and spit at him again, pushing against Ladybug's hold. She held steady, but Chat noticed that she was losing her grip and her eyes were becoming heavier with each shallow breath. He was running out of time. He needed to get Marinette and the kitten to a hospital before any serious damage set that couldn't be undone. His time was dwindling fast.
"I don't have time for this shit." Chat slammed the blade into the back of Luka's hand and he screamed out. "TELL ME!" He slowly spun the blade, causing blood to pool beneath his palm and off the edge of the small table. "WHO HIRED YOUR ASS? I KNOW YOU DIDN'T DO THIS FOR YOUR OWN PLEASURE!"
Luka coughed and sputtered as the man in black leather slowly turned the blade. He had never thought this would happen. That he would end up being victim to his own blade. Oh how the mighty have fallen.
"You think that you can get me to talk by using my own blade?" Luka chuckled at him for being so naive. Nothing would make him talk. He could be strung up by his neck and not utter so much as a sound. This cat had nothing on any of the men that he usually ran with.
"I was kind of thinking that you'd say that." Chat smirked and took the blade out of Luka's hand. He whipped the blade through the air, causing blood to fly off the blade before he slid it between Luka's soft lips. Chat slowly slid it along his bottom lip until it caught the corner. "You keep smiling and I'll make it a permanent feature on your face."
Ladybug was shocked to hear those words come from his mouth. She knew Adrien was gone and had been replaced with someone she didn't recognize, but she understood why. She would be furious too if she had found him this way. She looked away as she heard Luka laugh and warm blood sprayed across her knuckles. The metallic scent made her sick and she instantly felt like she was going to throw up. Her stomach turned over and she convulsed, emptying her stomach onto Luka's pretty silk shirt.
"Fuck!" Luka growled and became more pissed off as the sour smell invaded his nostrils. Of all the times for him to get his shirt ruined more it had to be that. He knew how to get out blood, but now he had vomit to worry about. He glared up at Marinette and spoke through clenched teeth. "You ruined my favorite shirt, bella."
Ladybug felt like she was going to pass out and Chat quickly grabbed the vibrator that Luka had used on his Lady. The very thought and feel of it's smooth texture made him sick. How it was crusted with Marinette's sex and how it wasn't from him. Hatred filled his bones and a renewed energy boiled up within him.
He slammed his steel toed boot down between Luka's thighs and leaned into him. "You have my boot between your thighs and all you can fucking think about is your DAMN expensive shirt?" Chat slid the point of the knife beneath Luka's chin and let it nick his flesh. "I'd be worrying about your manhood right now and not what you're wearing. Unless you plan on walking the red carpet after this, but… I'd say you're gonna be mighty late." He curled his lips into a crooked smirk and slashed his blade through Luka's shirt, ruining it further. "Now what's the little purrincess going to wear to the ball?"
Luka let a low rumble go through his chest while Chat dangled the vibrator before his face. "So, I can think of the perfect place for this to go. I bet my lady can too." He winked at Marinette. "And seeing as how I can't think of a better way to make you talk with that pretty mouth of yours... too pretty for something like this. Too pretty to taste m'Lady again… I'll get mighty… CREATIVE for you." He pressed his boot further into Luka's groin, causing the other man to hiss at the pain.
Chat removed his boot and left to grab a heavy chain. Ladybug removed Chat's baton from Luka and Chat picked him up by his shirt and flung him around to face the couch. He took the chain and fastened Luka's hands behind his back and threw Luka's blade into the air before he caught it by the handle. He slid the blade up the inside of Luka's thigh till the cool blade grazed the sensitive skin between the man's legs. "You're not gonna talk? I'll make you sing a sweet melody for me. M'Lady…?" Chat looked up at her and caught her shocked expression. "Remember how I told you that one day I would sing for you? Well today's not the day, but I promise that his voice will suffice for now." He smirked and she swallowed hard as she put it all together. Her expression became one of amusement and she giggled behind her hand. "Care to do the honors, Bugaboo?" He held the vibrator out to her and she gathered the last reserves of her strength and took it.
"With GREAT pleasure, Kitty." Ladybug walked around the couch and passed him his baton, taking the egg shaped vibrator in her fingers. She positioned herself in place, spreading his ass cheeks with her hands.
"Last chance to talk… Luk-Ass." Chat held his baton up to the light and watched it shine like it was nothing. He didn't feel anymore. His emotions had become numb with hatred and pain. The past weeks of fear and hiding had prepared him for this very moment.
"I won't tell you!" Luka burst out the words and screamed as Ladybug jammed the vibrator up his ass and turned the dial to full blast. Luka's cock grew hard and precum spilled from the tip. He felt a mixture of pleasure and pain and he drank it in like a rich liquor. He couldn't help it, he lived for this shit.
"That's a shame… I was hoping that would be enough to make you squeal." Chat sighed and saw Ladybug sway from the corner of his eye. She had begun to sweat more and he could see her trembling. Her eyes began to flutter and her breathing sped up. The room began to spin around her as her vision blurred. "Shit.." He whispered under his breath. He could see the moment the light went out of her eyes and was already reaching for her as he watched her fall in slow motion. He gently caught her before she could hit the hard concrete floor, passing a hand over her stomach, savoring his first feeling of the life inside of her. He set her down on a chair nearby and walked back to Luka. "sorry, Luk-ass. I need to take my Lady to the hospital, so we're gonna have to wrap things up here. But before you meet your end, I want you to look me in the eye…" He gripped Luka's chin and yanked his head to turn and look him in the eye. "Good boy."
Luka peered up into Chat's glowing eyes and his shook back in forth. They flew open wide as the cool metal of Chat's baton pressed against his ass. He smirked down at him. "Usually I would take you out to a nice dinner first. Maybe seduce you a bit. Dance with you. Feel up your body. Make you feel good. Like you're on top of world. Maybe drug you a bit. Sound familiar? So, you wanna tell me why Marinette before I forget to wine and dine you and we just skip to the after party instead?" Chat pressed Luka's blade between the helpless man's teeth, letting it knick the edges of his mouth.
"The oldm manm." Luka mumbled past the blade in a rush, as he felt the baton add pressure and he tried to not focus on it. He had to admit there was something arousing about this whole thing. His cock flexed in response and Chat growled as he felt his body heat up with anger for this dick in front of him.
"What was that? I couldn't hear you through your pretty blade and my stick up your ASS!" Chat hissed through his teeth and smiled with a wide grin. He needed to know who had made this all happen. Who else could he hunt down for this shit show?
"I could talk morf if you tookmf that out of my mouf." Luka tried to speak around the sharp sides of his blade, but it was difficult. Chat slid his baton in a bit further, causing Luka to moan deep in his chest. Vomit sneaked up Chat's throat, but he swallowed it back down. This motherfucker was enjoying it and it made him sick.
"I don't have time for this." Chat suddenly extended his baton and it pushed way up Luka's ass, shoving the vibrator up into his digestive tract. Luka screamed out and blood ran down along the cool metal of his weapon. "Sing for me!" Chat swiftly ripped the blade from Luka's mouth, cutting the slices of red deeper and splitting his mouth wider in a frayed line.
"IT WAS THE OLD MAN! AN OLD MAN HIRED ME TO DO IT! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING ELSE! I SWEAR! JUST STOP! JUST MAKE IT STOP!" Luka finally broke and sobbed out the words from his lips. He couldn't do it anymore. Couldn't take it anymore. He had held out this long, but something about this man made him weak. He was powerless against him and it irritated him to no end, but he was pinned and couldn't get away.
"HOW DOES HE CONTACT YOU?" Chat twisted his baton and made Luka scream out. Luka panted and tried to catch his breath, failing miserably at it.
"HE- HE-UM… IN PERSON! HE MEETS ME IN PERSON! I KNOW NOTHING ELSE MAN, JUST, JUST STOP. Let's settle this like the business men we are. I- I got euros. Millions of them. Whatever you need. I'm your man." Luka pleaded for his life and wiggled his hips, trying to get some type of comfort even though it was impossible.
"I don't want your pity change… and I certainly don't need it." The thought of money disgusted him. His father bought enough people to make Adrien sick. "What's his NAME?" Chat turned the baton once again and slid it in further. He needed to know who this person was and he wasn't stopping until it was uttered from Luk-Ass's mouth.
Luka gasped and clenched his fists in the binds. His nails bit into his palms and more blood pooled at the surface. "I DON'T KNOW HIS NAME. HE NEVER GAVE IT. TOO WELL KNOWN, I GUESS." He tried to keep himself conscious. He wasn't here to lose and he was going to use all of his cards to survive.
"What's he LOOK like then? Surely you can remember that much!" Chat yelled out and spit the words at Luka as he pushed into him further. His baton was going further than he thought was humanly possible.
"Tall- lanky- broad shoulders- blonde hair that is greying at the edges- black framed glasses- red and white striped cravat framed in a white suit coat with red slacks." Luka choked on his words and Chat let the words spin in his mind. He took in the description and felt like he was going to black out. He had never expected it to be that person. Never in his twenty-one years would he have even thought that HE would do such a thing. A new anger filled him. An anger for not only Luka, but for the man that was behind it. The man that had made his life a living hell for as long as he could remember.
Chat yanked his baton from Luka's ass and blood spilled onto the couch cushion. "Plagg! Claws IN!" A green light took him over and he suddenly flipped Luka over onto his back. Luka screamed out as his ass hit the broken in cushion. He held him by the pieces of his torn shirt and slammed the man into the back of the couch. "Why the FUCK did MY FATHER hire you? Better talk before I jam this pretty knife of yours into your tiny heart and TWIST it REALLLLL slow!" Adrien sneered and leveled his green eyes with Luka's pretty blue ones.
"He was threatened that she would steal his limelight! He didn't want her distracting you or being a contender against him in the fashion industry! She was shielding you from your fathers control, he wanted her eliminated! He didn't want you to realize your powers! That you both were better together than apart because your powers-" Luka screamed out, true panic finally soaking through his body. He had given every bit of information he had on the old man, but he knew it wouldn't be enough to save him. He distantly heard Adrien's growls as he worked himself back into a frenzy. He couldn't believe his father would go to this extent and it only fueled his rage like gasoline on a fire.
"Fuck this and FUCK YOU!" Adrien roared as he pulled the knife from his back pocket, sliced it through Luka's exposed flaccid dick and slammed it into the screaming man's chest. He twisted it slow and watched Luka's gaze go to the ceiling, as he convulsed against the back of the couch. Blood bubbling from his lips, as a sweet gurgling sound came from his vocal cords. It was like a fine tuned music and Adrien lavished in it. He kicked himself away from the couch and threw the blade across the ground before walking over to Ladybug and picked her up. She was limp and when Tikki dropped her transformation, Adrien took in her injuries.
Tears fell from his eyes and he let a sob come out from between his lips, as he saw dried blood along her small bump. "Why? Why would my father do this?" His knees nearly gave out from beneath him and Plagg and Tikki zipped up beside him to keep him focused.
"She needs help. We'll figure this all out. Just focus on getting her to safety. You're not safe until you get her to a medical professional." Tikki tried to talk reason into him. She took in his fragile state and how he wasn't really hearing anything she had to say. "Plagg…." Tikki begged with her voice and eyes for the little God of chaos to do something, anything.
"You have to give me a moment. I'm still trying to get over what just happened." Plagg felt disgusted and like he needed to take a bath. He had never felt more tainted than he did now. His fur was coated in blood and it stuck together in mats. He wiggled his arms, trying to get them clean. He hated being dirty and hated baths even more. "I mean I'm the god of chaos and destruction. I'm all for sin, but I'd appreciate it if I wasn't a part of being up some asshole."
"Oh suck it up, Kitty. You've been through far worse events in our lifetime!" Tikki rolled her eyes and threw a piece of cheese at him with a groan before he forced himself into the ring on Adrien's finger. A neon green light covered Adrien again and he suddenly shot back to the reality of the situation. Marinette needed help and she needed it fast. He pulled his baton from his back and extended it. He held Marinette's limp body close to his heart, leaning his head down to press a kiss on her bloody forehead before whispering, "Hang on, lovebugs. I got you."
Shout out to kclinda for correcting our French in a previous chapter, we try to be a correct as possible but sometimes we miss things! Thank you for pointing it out and giving us the proper form - we appreciate it greatly!