Hold my hand, Marichat
“Hold my hand,” Chat Noir demanded, stretching out his clawed glove. “Marinette, please!”
Marinette stared back at him blankly, swaying slightly on the roof ledge, the back of her pink ballet flats hanging just past the end. It wouldn’t take much for her to tip over the side.
“Princess, please!” he begged. “Just step towards me nice and slow.”
“She can’t hear you,” the akumatized man drawled, coming up behind the hero. “She can only hear me. What did you call her? Marinette?” He chuckled. “I’d read somewhere that you had a little civilian girlfriend. How very Superman of you.”
Chat Noir ignored the man, his eyes glued to Marinette’s uncharacteristically still face.
“I’m the Closer, Chat Noir.” He held out a pen. “I’ll make you a deal. Since Ladybug has apparently abandoned you today, you have two choices. You can either take my akuma or save the girl.”
“What are you talking about?” Chat Noir turned slightly, keeping Marinette in his peripheral vision. “Let her go. Now.”
The Closer sighed. “How very typical. Oh, Marinette, why don’t you go ahead and step off the ledge, dear.”
Marinette took one step back and was suddenly gone. Chat Noir yelled, jumping after her as the akumatized man laughed behind him. Pink light rushed around Marinette as she fell and Chat Noir’s eyes widened as Ladybug was suddenly lashing out her yo-yo, desperate to find purchase.
“My Lady,” he called, catching up to her as her yo-yo wrapped around an outcropping ledge. Ladybug looked at him with wide, frantic eyes and threw out a hand to stop his descent. As soon as they were both flush with the building, Chat Noir wrapped his arms around her and Ladybug began to shake. “Shhhh, I’ve got you,” he soothed. “I’m not letting go.”
“Sorry,” she murmured, face buried in his chest. “I’m so sorry, Chat.”
He kissed the top of her head. “You’re okay, Marinette. You’re okay now,” he said, face buried in his hair. “You’re fine. You’re okay,” he repeated more for himself this time.
“Tikki must’ve forced my transformation.”
“Remind me to tell her thank you. I’m pretty sure my heart stopped for a minute there.”
She pulled back to look up at him. “I’m sorry I never told–”
Chat Noir pressed a finger to her lips. “We’ll talk after we kick some akuma ass.”
She gave him a small smile. “Deal.”
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