A/N: So just to summarise the setting of this drabble, takes place at the end of S4 and Monarque successfully wages war against Ladynoir and the rest of the world. He tried to akumatise Ladybug but Chat Noir took the butterfly instead and became Chat Blanc.

Enjoy!

"Would you do anything for me?

Buy a big diamond ring for me?

Would you get down on your knees for me?

Pop that pretty question, right now baby"

Primadonna - MARINA

Pairing - Mariblanc

Prompt - 'Kiss on injury'

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"Is this everything? Or are you hiding any more injuries from me?" Chat Blanc muttered into her hair after giving the newly bandaged forehead a soft kiss, his ice blues flickering to the war-torn environment for a second and then back to her. Thankfully, luck was on their side and all of Monarque's brutal sentimonstre titans and Akumas had their hands full with the stubborn resistance (who consisted of selfless Parisians, led by Alya and Nino).

Marinette and her partner on the other hand were taking a quick break in one of the many vacant apartments, its interior evidencing that it's been rummaged and broken into a little while back by the enemy's army. The heroine wanted to hope that the family who was living here managed to evacuate in time but the congealing bloodstains on the broken furniture and walls said otherwise…

"No. I got away with just a few little scratches this time around." Marinette sighed, leaning into her Chaton's warmth greedily whilst regarding their hopeless surroundings with bitterness. 'Some hero I am…I failed to protect my city.'

"That wound on your head isn't just a little scratch. It might need stitches." He was rightfully firm, his grip on her hand tightening and his brows furrowed under his mask. "You'll become a liability if you don't get some rest. We don't want that wretched man to finally get his hands on your earrings, do we?" She hated how right he was, she hated how she couldn't just get everything done on her own terms and,

She hated how much he loved her.

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Because his selfless, neverending love and devotion towards her had him snatch the Akuma butterfly that was meant for her and now he was constantly plagued with a never-ending mental war against their enemy and against the desire to become one with pure destruction and annihilation.

He's winning so far.

But he was also just so, so, so exhausted.

And there wasn't anything she could do other than defeat their enemies one by one because Monarque had his akumatised item and they were simultaneously on the run from his growing army. The resistance has shrunk in their numbers, having lost over half of their members to the butterflies and feathers and the two tired heroes have been unable to contact their loved ones for a long time now.

Was there really any point in doing this anymore…?

"Hey, you're making that face again." His tone was so warm, so Adrien, and all she could see was the internal agony that wailed within his blues on behalf of her sorrows (as well as keeping the insanity of Destruction at bay). "I promise you, I'll find your family. I'll make sure they're safe and sound."

"They're strong. I know for sure that they're out there fighting against Monarque's army somewhere in the country." She couldn't help the fond smile that played on her bruised lips for the first time in forever and it had her partner soften his features at the rare sight. "I'm worried about you too. You haven't been resting either—"

He could only silence her with the soft press of his lips against her own, all sweetness and tenderness with the ghost of blood that never left their skin.

"I don't need rest. I'm strong too." He smiled, only for the sound of explosions close to the area to snap them out of their bubble. "Stay hidden. I'll get rid of them all."

"A lot of members of Monarque's army are akumatised people just like yourself— don't kill them." Her grip on his wrist was tight and she hoped, hoped that he would listen. That he wouldn't shed any more blood than he already had.

He's supposed to be a hero.

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"Some of those people were willingly akumatised because they wanted to see your downfall, Marinette." Chills ran down her spine from the ominous glow of his icy, blood-lusting eyes. "I won't let them get away with that."

And he was gone.

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