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Chat Noir liked to think he had a strong personality. Or at least quarter of Ladybug’s. He maybe did. Especially after Antibug, he really thought he would never give in too easily. But he had his weaknesses. Marinette, looking at him with her big blue eyes, and a sad face resemble a kitten in the rain, being one of them.
“Princess, it is okay. I will get home safe.” he tried to pull his hand out of hers, but Marinette had a steel grip and apparently, no will to let go. Dieu, why was she so strong? Did she fo wrestling in her spare time?
“You are injured,” she stated clearly. She would know, after all, she is the one who found him bleeding on her balcony and patched him up. But that was a long story and he would rather not think about it right now.
“Marinette… “ he tried again to convince her to let go. He really didn’t want to intrude more on her hospitality than he already did.
“Please stay the night. Please.”
Oh, fuck him backwards, how was he supposed to resist that face and that voice full of fondness? Quick answer: he wasn’t.
“I’m so weak. “ he whined covering his face with his other paw.
Marinette didn’t seem to care as she dragged him up to her chase lounge which now looked like an improvised bed. She tucked him in, under a soft pink blanket and kissed his forehead.
“I would cuddle you, but I you are still injured and I don’t want to get in your space.” she kissed his forehead. “Sleep well, Chaton.”
He will, if he won’t melt through the floor before that.