“Why are you stealing my clothes?” for marichat please? :)
“Why are you stealing my clothes?” Chat Noir groaned, weakly batting at Marinette’s hand.
“Stop,” she demanded, pulling the zipper of his suit down. Her heart stuttered at the blood welling up in the wounds crossing his chest. “Tikki?”
“I’m trying, Marinette,” the kwami replied quietly as she nibbled on a cookie. Cleansing the akuma had been too much this time. Ladybug’s transformation had fallen without warning and Marinette had been left to drag a barely conscious Chat Noir into the nearest alley before either of them could be seen while Tikki recharged before they could perform the Miraculous Cure.
“My Lady. I have to help Ladybug.” Chat Noir tried to push himself up but cried out as Marinette forced him back down to the dirty alley ground.
“Ladybug is fine, Kitty. Stay still.”
“Hurt. She’s hurt…”
Marinette ignored the deep stinging sensation that began at the back of her neck and trailed down her spine. The cut wasn’t deep enough that she couldn’t function but she knew she wasn’t in the best shape. She could feel her shirt sticking to the drying blood. This akuma had been the worst they had faced yet. Hawkmoth wasn’t playing around anymore. “She’ll survive.”
“Can’t see. Mari?” He blinked up at her blindly, eyes a cloudy green. Whatever the powder was that had been in the akuma’s pouch had been effective in hampering her partner. His claws dug into her arm as he held onto her. “Marinette? Is that you? Why are you here?”
She eased his grip away. “It’s me. I’ve got you, Chat. You got hurt by the akuma, okay? Ladybug is going to fix everything.”
“She needs me.” He tried to get up again.
“She needs you to be okay. You’re really hurt, Chat.”
“Don’t care,” he grunted, fighting against her.
“I swear, Chaton, stop fighting me right now.” Marinette pushed on both his shoulders and pinned him to the ground. “The more you move, the more blood you lose.”
“I failed her,” he whispered.
She brushed his hair away from his forehead and pressed a kiss against his clammy skin. “You didn’t. You were very brave. Reckless but brave.”
He swallowed hard and Marinette could see more blood leak from his wounds. “It’s not good, is it, Princess?”
“I’m going to fix it, Chat. I promise.” She glanced to her kwami and Tikki nodded. As Marinette called up her transformation, Chat Noir’s finally fell, an exhausted Plagg dropping to his side. “Adrien.” Ladybug put a hand to her mouth in shock as tears pricked her eyes. His shirt began to grow wet with blood and Plagg lifted his head tiredly.
“He doesn’t have much time, Bug.”
She nodded, standing and tossing her yoyo up. “Miraculous Ladybug!” Ladybug watched the magical ladybug wash over his form before she collapsed beside him as they worked on her.
Tikki joined Plagg as soon as Marinette was unconscious and curled against Adrien’s side.
“That was too close,” she murmured.
“They’re going to need help,” he agreed. “Time to call in reinforcements.”