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How long had it been? A few days? Hell more than a week since he saw her last. It was eating Adrien up. He was able to hide the feelings at school with a faux smile, his friends believed him so easily. When that Saturday’s patrol happened she wasn’t there; she didn’t pick up when he called. Thankfully there was no problems when he patrolled the city, but he hadn’t felt any better. Was Ladybug okay? Sure her avoiding Adrien could make sense, kind of. Her not talking to Chat hurt, they’re supposed to be partners, they’re supposed to trust one another. Did Adrien coming between them as himself ruin that?
Adrien was left stressed, hurt, and confused. He had nowhere to turn to, no one to talk this problem out with. He didn’t put much thought into his next action, an unsuspecting Plagg going into his ring and transforming him. The breathable almost leather like substance clinging to him provided some comfort, albeit minimal. He snuck through the halls, and again into his father’s study. Sure he had a few drinks hidden in his room, but nothing but his father’s would help him ignore the pain in his chest and forget every little thing that weighed on his mind from the fact he hadn’t eaten a full meal in two days to the idea that Ladybug hates him and regrets that kiss.
When he made it back into the study he looked around in the usual spot. He happily found a new bottle sitting in the place his last drink came from. He always wondered why his father left this cabinet so full. Did his father have his same problem? Adrien couldn’t imagine his father drinking himself stupid; even if his father drinking seemed in anyway real. He huffed and left from one of the room’s windows, climbing back onto the roof to his previous spot.
He sat looking at the cap of the bottle. He swallowed a lump in his throat and traced the cap with his thumb before using his claw to pop open the bottle. The smell made his eyes water. He rose the bottle up near his lips and mumbled, “Bottoms up.” And he tipped the bottle back, the liquid warming up his chest.
Chat’s thoughts were blank for a while, staring straight up at the clouded sky. A pang went through his heart when he thought of the last time he drank. How after Ladybug began to see him. Sure it was only a few days, but it mattered to him. Hot tears fell down his mask and hit his cheeks; he drank a few more gulps before running off the roof and using his staff to launch him past the buildings that surrounded his mansion. Landing a few roofs down he ran wherever his feet would take him.
It was surprising how he landed again on the terrace of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. His steps were careful, she was probably fast asleep, so he sat by the trapdoor and drank. He must have absentmindedly tapped because his arm was lifted off and there stood a sleepy Marinette, her twin tails disheveled by her sleep.
“Chat.” She said quietly, her face showing obvious concern. He knew that he was already allowed in so he put his free hand on her shoulder to move her so he could slip in. She sat down once he was sitting on her bed. “Chat?” Her hand ghosted his shoulder probably uncertain with touching him. She was able to get the bottle from Chat’s hand fairly easily, he was too much of a mess to put up a fight. He watched Marinette set the bottle down somewhere and he took her by the waist again once he was sure her hands were free. “What’s wrong chat.” She asked.
“I-I fucked up.” Chat answered, he started to cry again, he didn’t want to be crying. He was so broken up by this. “I fucked u-up big time.” He mumbled into Marinette’s shirt. She smelled so sweet, like the bread baked just two stories below. He felt bad sullying such a nice scent with the smell of alcohol. He continued to cry against the girl, but in turn she didn’t pull back, Marinette calmly pet his hair, scratching behind his costume ears.
“Shh.” Came from her parted lips, “Chat sit up, please. I can’t help you if you don’t talk.” Marinette’s hands didn’t leave his hair as he shifted a little to sit up. Her face showed signs of worry, but she looked more relaxed.
Chat thought how he would phrase this, could he get away with saying it was his lady? He took a breath. “I fucked up with Ladybug. Sh-she won’t talk to me, and she’s been avoiding me the past week, I fucked all this up I know I did. It’s my fault, i-it has to be!” The tears streamed down his red face, he wasn’t the prettiest of criers.
Marinette only shushed him again, her hands sliding down from his hair to his face, a dainty thumb wiping away the tears that were fresh on his mask. She continued to shush his blubbering and somehow it worked. He calmed down, his breathing a little ragged but her voice calmed him. “There we go.” She said with a small smile, hands still holding his face. Once his eyes were clear of tears he stared up at Marinette. Her eyes tired and dull, little bags developing, but she continued to smile. Chat lifted his hand towards her cheek, the claws on his gloves pricking her skin before he let his shaking hand touch it. She blinked slowly, She must be so tired. Was one thing his brain processed. Subconsciously he moved closer, his hand pulling her face closer and pressing his lips to her still ones.
The kiss yielded very little, he seemed to shock Marinette that she couldn’t return it. Chat pulled back and looked at her again. He felt like crying. He did start crying again. “I-I’m sorry Marinette, I didn’t-- I’m not thinking clearly.” The tears continued to run, his hand dropping from her face.
“Chat no,” Marinette started, “it’s okay, shh Chat.” Chat huffed and just moved his arms back around Marinette clinging to her like so how it would make him feel any better. He was met with her hands smoothing over his hair, he was breaking down crying, but she still held him tight to her, uttering small praises to him. Why was she being so nice to him?
Chat was shaken from his thoughts when he felt Marinette tug at his arms. He looked up at her, her blue eyes red and puffy, why was she crying? Chat sat up and held her face. “Please don’t cry, Marinette, please.”
“Chat I’m fine, It’s nothing okay.” He was careful when rubbing the back of his fingers under her eye cleaning her face of the tears. “Don’t fuss over me.” He held her cheek again, she still wore that smile even if she seemed to be crying just a moment ago. His thumb circled over her cheek and again they were pulled close. The red that was around her eyes started to dissipate, happy that her eyes seemed to have just a little more color to them.
Her lips were on his, the kiss heated and desperate. Chat still felt tipsy, but the kiss made warmth blossom in his chest. He couldn’t keep his hands from pulling Marinette close. Hands falling to her hips and he squeezed. He heard a gasp and he moved so she was on her back below him. Her burning face in the moonlight was beautiful and he dipped down for another kiss. Pretty much purring when she accepted again, his hands moving to her pigtails, pulling the hair ties out and ran his gloved fingers through untangling her raven locks.
Chat heard Marinette give off another gasp when he lapped at her bottom lip. He knew he had permission to lick over her K9s before dipping his tongue deeper into her mouth. Chat kept his hands in her hair, knowing that if he let them free they might go wandering somewhere and cause issues. Marinette’s arms moved over Chat’s shoulders, one hand holding onto his hair while the other stayed on his shoulder, pulling the two so their chests begin to press together.
Chat pulled back first, eyes fluttering open to a deeply flushed gasping girl below him. He watched as she opened her eyes and watched him before tightening her arms around his neck and pulling him down. Chat fell unable to stay on his knees comfortably. “Sleep with me, please.” He heard Marinette mumble, her grip still tight and so he only moved his hands from her hair to her waist. He pulled her against him and whispered into her ear “As you wish my princess.” Her response was a small giggle and a kiss to his jaw. Chat reached for her abandoned blanket and covered the two of them. He gave one last chaste kiss to her forehead before falling into sleep
Chat awoke first, it seemed that Plagg let the transformation last much longer than it should have. Slowly he sat up and clutched his head. Regret regret regret. He looked over and saw Marinette still fast asleep. Oh yeah he came over here. Some of the foggy memories came flooding back and Chat nearly jumped. I kissed her, I kissed her more than once. And o-oh.. Fuck. He started to panic, his chest tightening. He didn’t mean to do it, not that Marinette wasn’t nice, she was, she was more than nice, but his lady. He betrayed her trust. Even if they weren’t something his heart still belonged to her. But why did it feel so right kissing her? Chat thought to himself. He chewed his lip and slipped out of Marinette’s bed and quietly left through the trapdoor to her terrace, closing it slowly to not wake her. He paced for a minute before he knew he looked at the sky line. It was still dark. He needed to get home and sleep this off before school in what is probably a few hours.
So Chat Noir ran home, two different girls and two very different kisses lingering on his brain, and the ultimate question of how the hell was he going to deal with this?