Miraculous Ladybug Oneshots

Injured

Of course.

Of course Marinette just had to jump in front of him to stop the akuma.

Of course his Princess just had to be so sweet and caring and kind and selfless to stop him, A SUPERHERO, from getting hurt by taking the hit, knowing she was just a civilian and would get hurt and her arm just had to get cut and start bleeding and of course she refused to let him escort her home while the akuma ran rampant and said she would find a way to hide it from her parents so as not the worry them AND WHY THE ACTUAL HELL HAD SHE NOT RECEIVED A MIRACULOUS FROM LADYBUG AGAIN?!

*earlier that day*

Cat Noir grinned as the wind whipped through his wild, blonde locks, his staff extending as he jumped over the rooftops.  It was late in the evening, the sun painting the sky in orange and pink hues as it drew closer to the horizon and he couldn't help but grin at the comforting weight of his Princess on his back, hands clasped tightly around his neck as she cheered happily.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng cheered.

Cat was vaulting through the city so fast that he was nothing more than a black blur, and had it been anyone else on his back they would have screamed in terror and looked at him in disgust for doing something like that, probably bad-mouthing him to their friends the next day. But not Marinette.

Never Marinette.

No, his Princess was most definitely enjoying herself as he led her to his favorite place in all of Paris- other than her balcony and room of course.

'She's so brave,' Cat unconsciously thought to himself.  He couldn't help but marvel at her bravery, although a small part of him knew it was because of her immense trust in him, in her hero. 

Her hero.

That's what he was.

Marinette had said it herself on multiple accounts ever since he started visiting her about 4 months ago.

But still, her complete lack of fear was remarkable as he ran over the rooftops of The City of Love, the setting sun and distant lights of the Eiffel Tower once again reminding him of why exactly Paris was called as such- and also why he loved the city he fought so hard to protect.

Cat couldn't help but see Marinette in every corner of the city.

A smiling teenager handed his younger brother his ice cream as the crying toddler's chocolate scoop had fallen to the ground.

Marinette would definitely do that for Manon.

A young girl walked out from a nearby, closed cafe, clearly having just finished work.

Marinette was constantly helping her parents in their bakery.

The pinkish hue settling over the city, illuminating the lights shining on every street.

Marinette's favorite color was pink.

And the faint lights of the famous tower shining brightly in the distance as they got closer.

Marinette's captivating blue eyes always seemed to have that bright, unique sparkle.

Yes, lots of things reminded Cat Noir of the piece of stunning perfection that was his Princess, the girl that had taken in a strange, lonely boy with destructive powers, not even acknowledging the fact that she had yet to learn his real name.  She took in a lonely stray on his darkest night and gave him exactly what he needed; food, comfort, and a true, loving friend.  A friend that never once dismissed him for being him, the guy constantly annoying her with cat puns and his flirting, fully accepting him for who he was and who he wanted to be.