#cattusblanc

It had been several nights since Marinette was able to actually get to bed at a somewhat honest hour, most of the nightly patrols eating into the sleep schedule of the girl. Finally collasped and deep into slumber, it was the loud ringing of her phone of the text notification that seemed to pull her from any semblance of dreams for the night. 

The first did not stir her, but the second and third, and the few more on managed to get a sleepy hand to flop onto the device, grabbing it and bringing it to her face. She pressed it to her nose, one eye half open, as she took in the words being drawn across her screen. 

There were not many who would spam her like this, and her half-conscious mind concluded that it was merely Alya blowing up her phone. 

[Text] istg

[Text] do you know what time it is?

Ladybug grunted as she stumbled down the dark streets of Paris that night. Her eyes were partially open and one arm cradled her bruised ribs. She had no idea where she was going but she knew she needed to get away from that basement before he found out.

Everyone thought Ladybug had died ten years before. But she had just been teleported to a basement of a house in an abandoned part of Paris by the akuma. Hawkmoth had been there and captured her, taking her earrings and chaining her to the wall. That’s when the process started. He wanted to know everything. How she got the miraculous, who Chat Noir actually was, how to use the powers. Marinette had held together for the first year, but time had worn her down. Every night she had a dream about her friends and her family which quickly turned into the nightmare of her life. It was an understatement to say the girl was scarred mentally.

But today she had escaped.

She couldn’t quite remember how it happened but she escaped and was now in the bright lights of Paris. She let out a soft cry of relief. She was free. She was finally free. In her left hand was Tikki. Luckily the kwami had disappeared after the earrings had been out for long enough. But Marinette had taken back the earrings before she left and now she had one of her friends back.

The powers of Ladybug had managed to get her to the city but Tikki was almost as weak as Marinette was. The transformation had dropped and now Tikki rested in Marinette’s pocket. The girl stumbled down the empty road trying to find her way home but she was in so much pain and her mind was fuzzy so much that she couldn’t focus. It didn't take long for her knees to give out and she collapsed in the middle of the road, blackness eating at the edge of her vision. She wouldn't remain conscious for much longer.

She was wrong.

Ladybug found a sense of irony that the final battle wasn’t taking place under the Eiffel Tower in the middle of the day. Especially given that almost every Akuma attack there was at least a few civilians who were aware of an attack happening. Rather this fight was happening during the night on the outskirts of the city. There were no witnesses, no bystanders, no Ladyblog. It was just her, Chat Noir, and Hawk Moth. At least it was supposed to be just the three of them. Ladybug knew that assuming that Hawk Moth would come alone was stupid. There was an Akuma lurking in the shadows that she didn’t notice until the last second. 

That initial hit she took separated her from Chat Noir and she was left fighting the Akuma by herself. She always hated fighting away from Chat because of her distinct weakness in close range combat. Ladybug also knew she had to purify or at least subdue the Akuma without her Lucky Charm. She couldn’t risk de-transforming now and leaving Chat alone with Hawk Moth. So she took everything she had and threw it at the Akuma. It was one of the toughest fights the spotted heroine had, but she managed to purify the Akuma. However, her suit got torn in the process and her body was badly bruised. Not to mention that her energy levels were near depleted but she forced herself to get back to Chat Noir and to help him.

She was thankful that there wasn’t anyone nearby who could have gotten hurt in the crossfire. She was barely able to keep herself safe if she had to manage the safety of civilians she didn’t want to think of the outcome. Once she reached the scene of the battle she was’t sure what happened next.  Ladybug thought she had the element of surprise but somehow Hawk Moth knew that she was coming. He ended up not only stopping her attack he managed to  get his blade right against her throat. 

“Give me your Miraculous Chat Noir or else Ladybug’s suit isn’t the only thing that’s going to be red here tonight.”

Ladybug knew that as long as Hawk Moth was active there was a chance she would die in battle. For the first few weeks that idea scared her. Though she slowly came to terms with the idea and she was at a point where she was okay to die as long as Paris was safe. “Don’t do it Chat! Everyone else is more important!”

❝ Oh... uh... ❞ Keeping in touch with the timid side of her, Juleka seemed to dance around the question which she asked too quietly. SHE NEEDED THE PRACTICE yet asking Adrien? She was even running the risk of Chloe stepping in and making up an event which prevented Juleka from even interacting. It was bad enough before she wasn’t even allowed to take a photo beside him.

       “ You doing okay kid? What’s on your mind? You’ve been off lately. ”   Plagg knew he was sometimes a pain in the ass, and probably more of an annoyance than anything else most days, but he cared. GOD did he care. It just wasn’t in his nature to show his caring side. He was the kwami of destruction after all. That came with an image, but he knew when his caring side was needed and it was definitely needed today.

        While the touch was unexpected, that isn’t to say he disliked it. After all, there were cat-like tendencies that did show through the veil of the mask. One of them of course, being the relishing of touch.

        “Enjoying yourself, Marinette?” While he did like the contact, there was a tinge of teasing that ran through him. Perhaps it was because she was playing on his more feline instinct? Either way, he found himself leaning a bit into her touch– with a grin plastered on his features.

Mari loved when they could just sit back and relax like this. They were watching a movie, but all she really looked at was him. Her fingers taking their time going through his hair as she finally put her attention back up to the movie.

      paris really was everything honey had ever dreamed it would be. it was her first trip, and the thought of studying in a french university for six months was both terrifying and exhilarating. She’d still wanted to work on her boutique while she was out here, so she kept her sketchpad close to her chest, turning briefly when she spotted the arc de triomphe. now there was a pretty sight. stepping back slightly, honey opened up her phone’s camera to try to take a good picture. 

    pursing her lips, she stepped back one more time, only for her back to hit into someone solid, and she paused before quickly jumping forward, turning quickly.