“Sit, Bob. Good dog. You are the only one who knows the truth, mon petit. You know how your mistress died. You also know, I think, who killed her. He or she passed you by as they laid the trip wire, saying to themselves, "Oh, this is only Bob, a fox terrier. He cannot speak. I am safe.” Such foolishness, n'est-ce pas? But you and I, we know, Bob, that one does not have to speak in order to tell. And you will tell me all, in your own good time.“
Marinette finds herself in an embarrassing and vulnerable situation in front of Chat Noir, yet all he shows her is kindness and support. She begins to focus on Chat Noir just as he begins to think about Marinette more. Can her heart let a stray kitty in?
comment: it gave me a heart attack at first and a heart attack at the end of the chapter honestly i love what they have so far and can’t wait to read more !!
summary: Marinette throws Ladybug away to protect her friends, her partner, and her home. Adrien watches the rest of the aftermath unfold through uncertain eyes. a/n: This idea has been playing on my mind all day, and I decided to write it up. It’s been a little while since I’ve done a non-prompted piece, and this one will certainly be longer than my usual fics. Also, this is my first attempt at a semi-action scene. Any criticism will be welcome! I hope you enjoy this piece, and I hope I got the tone right. warnings: mentions of injuries, blood, and self-harm (though not due to depression). [PART 2]
“Ladybug!” Adrien ran around the rubble, frantically turning his head and trying to spot his partner amidst the aftermath of the chaos.
The entire plaza had been turned on it’s head. Stones had been unearthed, glass made the ground glint with the red of the sun, and the whole area had been evacuated. It was like searching for phantoms in a ghost town.
He didn’t care what person had been infected with the Akuma this time. All that was business said and done.
The entire thing was a blur. Ladybug had been pinned against the wall. His arm throbbed white-hot pain. They were close to blinkering out, and she had…
Adrien shook his head. “Can’t think about that now. Can’t… Ladybug!” Trying to keep his mind focused, his feet pounded against the ground, and he ignored the shooting pains coming from his left arm.
Everything was grey. Dusty. Nothing was there aside from ruined rubble and torn flags.
Adrien’s lungs screamed at him to stop running, and his body forced him to take a few moments to try and catch his breath. He bent over, hands on his knees, trying to steady the labouring wheezes from his throat.
It was when he went to take another step, that the colour caught his eye.
Underneath a broken piece of debris, he saw it. A tiny, bloodied hand, curled out and unmoving.
Things were quite frantic from a small accident earlier. I called you to change up the atmosphere. I hope I’m not wasting your precious time.
MC: What happened?
I arrived at the office and got off the car, and there was a cat in the corner of the parking lot. I think it came inside to avoid the cold, but the parking lot has very bad air and no food.
I became very worried so I told the parking manager to put some water and food in the corner. That was all fine, but now I want to create a sign that says walk slow in case the cat’s around and one that tells people to check their cars in case the cat’s under the hood or sleeping behind the wheel.
…But I’m sure that will be overreacting. I’m sure people will complain.
I think humans and animals must live in harmony as equals but not everything thinks that.
Do you like animals?
MC: I do, including cats.
Yes… There’s a saying that says people who like animals are never bad people. I’m sure you have a warm heart.
I think plants, animals, humans, whatever should all equally share the Earth’s resources. Human history shows us worshipping science and exploiting nature. It makes me sad.
Science comes from nature. Wouldn’t it be like the child hurting its mother?
Why can’t people understand that nature will give back if you give as well? For example… wine. Wine is a beautiful gift from nature. It all tastes different according to the region and it also depends on that year’s weather. So a glass of wine holds the history of its birth region.
MC: I’m quite knowledgeable in wine as well.
Drinking wine with someone who really knows it is always a pleasure. I will bring very good wine to the party, so look forward to it.
Oh no. People are in a line waiting for the elevator with document piles on their hands. I told them not to do this…