Marinette is thrilled. She's spending her afternoon at the museum with Adrien, and even Manon's unexpectedly tagging along with them can't tarnish her happiness.
After all, what can go wrong for two seventeen-year-olds watching over a seven-year...
So, I've been having a bit of art block for the past month or so. Everything feels harder to draw and takes me a lot longer than usual. Writing-wise, there was a lot that needed to be changed and added in Mae's rough draft, too, so that was a challenge for me as well since I'm still new to writing fanfiction. Anyway, it's finally finished though, I hope you enjoy it!!
(As you may have guessed, the chapter title is a flashback to the events of chapter 2. Give it a listen while reading!)
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As soon as the cold metal of the handcuffs closed around their wrists again, both Chat Noir and Ladybug knew that they were totally and utterly screwed.
Again.
They could hear the rising commotion as people emerged from their hiding spots and shelters. In a few moments their current location would become overrun with civilians.
"Adr- Chat--!" Ladybug looked over at him breathlessly, on the verge of panic, glancing over at the dazed woman formerly known as Nostalgiak, who was massaging her temples.
Instead of helping and comforting the akuma victim as they normally would, Adrien realized that their biggest priority had now become getting away from any prying eyes, and fast. Because, let's face it, it wouldn't be hard for people to make the connection between Ladybug and Chat Noir in handcuffs to their civilian selves. The last thing they needed right now was someone else finding out the secret behind the masks. The fact that they had been forced to reveal their identities to each other just a short time before was overwhelming enough.
Chat Noir quickly gained his composure, twirling Ladybug around the same way she had done with him at the start of the akuma attack and picked her up, then prepared to vault out of sight.
He hastily called out to the woman, "SORRYGOTTAGOWEHOPEYOUFEELBETTER, BYE!!" as he darted out of the building and leaped high onto the rooftops. He sprinted as fast as he could, anxious to put as much distance as possible between them and any curious onlooker, racing against the clock before their transformations gave out.
Marinette's time expired shortly after their takeoff into the rooftops. She pressed closer against Chat as her transformation dropped, seeking (and finding) comfort in his familiar embrace as the wind whipped around them. Chat held her tighter, wordlessly reassuring her.
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He could feel her shaking; was it from the cold or out of apprehension? He wasn't sure. She felt so small, so vulnerable. So much had happened in such a short amount of time and there had been no time to process it. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he nervously anticipated the conversation he would be having with Marinette in a few short minutes.
