je te laisserai des mots,
en-dessous de ta porte

en-dessous de la lune qui chante,
tout près de la place où tes pieds passent

je te laisserai des mots
patrick watson

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Your teeth clenched as you swung back home, your body becoming clammy and exhausted the more you used your new ability.

"Your ability is becoming unstable, you should stop and get some rest." Dawn states. Looking down at yourself, you found your form flickering in and out of camouflage, making you hiss out in frustration.

Choosing to stay silent, you pushed forward, feeling the fatigue flooding in. You can't afford being spotted by Chat Noir. You're both going in the same direction, it won't be ideal if he hears you again.

Mind too focused on getting back to Alya's place, the sound of your web-shooters giving out went unnoticed by you. You yelled out in shock as you felt your body fall, repeatedly pushing the button in hopes to get it working again.

The wind was knocked out of you as you landed on top of a building's roof. "Okay, yeah. . . Let's take a break." You wheezed out, tugging the mask off to get a breath of fresh air.

You weren't sure how long you laid there, staring up at the sky. The cool breeze on your skin was too good. Not too strong or too cold. It was perfect. The stars twinkling above you did no good in getting you home, a memory playing in your head.

"Pete, you know how I feel about the cold!" You whined, teeth chattering as you followed Peter up the fire escape. You hated the cold, especially after your spider bite. It made you all that more vulnerable to it.

"I know, I know, but we're almost there! See?" He points to the top of the apartment building, making you groan out. Your complaining came to a stop when his warm hand enveloped yours, pulling you the rest of the way up, making sure you didn't run away.

You hated how easily he could sway you with the smallest of touches. It wasn't often you got to hold his hand, but when you do, you couldn't find yourself to let go. Not when it was so cold and he was so warm.

"Are you going to tell me what this is about or are you just going to shove me off the building?" You joked, trying your best to get rid of the heat in your cheeks. It wasn't too hard considering how damn cold it is.

Oh, god, but it sure was hard to at the sound of his boyish giggle, your face stretching with a smile--heart swooning for more. "You've been pushing yourself way too much recently." He says, turning to face you when you reached the top. "Close your eyes?"

Sighing out, you did as you were told, clutching his hand tightly as you were blindly pulled on top of the roof. "Pete, seriously, I feel like you're about to murder me." You chuckled, earning a small punch from him as he tried to mask his laughter.

"Just open your eyes."

Slowly creeping your eyes open, you snorted at the cheesy scene in front of you, dutifully ignoring how your heart leapt with joy. You turned to Peter with a smug grin. "You're serious?" You teased, trying with all your might not to show Peter just how much you adored him.

Peter's smile twitches, panic ensuing as he tries to analyze your reaction. "Well, um-I just thought a change of scenery would be good for you, y'know? To get you to relax?" He shrugs, playing coy.

You glanced back to blankets and piles of pillows, cute little lights laid alongside the building's perimeter; a projector to watch movies on. You started to feel a little bad teasing him, knowing it must have been tiring for him to go back and forth to bring the things up here.

You began to wonder why Ned and MJ were nowhere to be seen, knowing something like this would have been more enjoyable all together. A voice deep inside of you screamed and hoped it was because Peter wanted to spend time alone with you, to have you to himself.

"It wasn't a last minute thing. I asked the landlord if it was okay before bringing up the stuff, if that's what you're worrying about-"

"Peter."

"--and, I know you're not all for cheesy shit that you'd see in cheesy movies-"

"Peter."

"--but I kinda figured, why not? Cause everyone deserves at least one memory straight out of a movie scene-"

"Peter!"

". . . Yeah?"

"Shut up."

"Shutting up."

That night, you couldn't even pay attention to the movies played on the projector. Peter wouldn't allow it despite its purpose. He was always saying, or doing something stupid to make you laugh, stealing your attention away from the movie.

You ended up just watching the stars, talking about anything and everything that came to mind, not wanting the night to end. It was perfect.

You scoffed at the tears forming in your eyes, quickly wiping them away as you sat yourself up. You couldn't help but to think how unfair it was for him and the others, having to live with your failure to keep them safe, while you're here in a different universe-unharmed and safe.

If there was a slightest chance that everything was fine there, you hoped with all of your might that they weren't stupid enough to go look for you.

"Hey!"

Your body tenses, immediately knowing who the voice belongs to. Your heart hammers against your chest when you release your weren't wearing your mask, eyeing the very thing that was arms length away. "How'd you get up here?" Chat Noir creeps closer, attempting to get a look at your face, when he spots the same thing you were eyeing.

That's close enough.

Grabbing your mask, you practically threw yourself to the side, pointedly avoiding his staff with second to spare. With no time to worry if your hair was tucked in enough, you pulled the mask on and turned to stare him down.

You used his shock to your advantage and grabbed a hold of his weapon, pushing it back to land a hit square in the chest.

With Chat Noir downed momentarily, you pushed the sleeves of your hoodies up to reveal your web-shooters, pressing both of their buttons simultaneously, the slightest of weight was lifted off your shoulders to see them working just fine.

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"That wasn't very nice!" Chat Noir yells, swiping his staff at the masked person with combinated attacks, growing with frustration as they skillfully avoid them. They were experienced, way too quick on their feet. He wasn't going to get anywhere by himself.

Jumping a few feet away from the fight, he flips his staff to contact his partner, hoping she was still transformed to receive his message. "M'lady, there's another akuma attack-!" His sentence stops midway when he realizes his opponent was nowhere in sight, eyes widen as he looks around his surroundings. They couldn't have possibly gotten away from him, he would have heard it!

Chat Noir winces as he falls to the ground, his feet being swiped from underneath him; staff no longer in hand. Just as he was about to get up, his movement stalled when the akumatized villain reappeared, their power seemingly failing as they flicker in and out of camouflage. Their chest heaved with every breath they took, exhaustion apparent, as they pulled up their sleeves to reveal what looked to be bracelets made out of metal.

With a press of a button, a thin, white string came out of the bracelet, a breath of relief coming from them. The cat becomes rigid as they point their wrist at him, panic ensuing when he sees his staff had rolled out of reach. "Wait!" He shields himself with his arms, turning his head from their attack, when a thwip was heard.

Chat lowers his arms in confusion, following the thin string to see they weren't aiming at him, but the post behind him. Turning to them with shock, he opened his mouth to say something-anything to distract them from leaving-when they jumped off the roof with no hesitation, swinging away into the empty city.

'I can't let them get away', he thought, picking up his staff and using it to propel himself after them, impressed by their agility and speed as they effortlessly maneuvered around the buildings.

Exactly what were they using to get around? It couldn't possibly be just string, but something sticky and strong enough to hold their weight.

Smugness took over his confusion when they unknowingly turned into a dead-end, the cat grinning with luck as he jumped down to the streets, preparing himself for another attack, but instead found nothing but a hoodie. His shoulders slumps. Unlucky.

Approaching the hoodie, he picks up the fabric when he catches a faint, familiar scent. Where had he smelt this before? It was almost at the tip of his tongue, just about to reveal itself, when he spotted something in the corner of his eye. A singular strand of silk waved in the breeze, letting him know their 'friend' was there. He wasn't imagining things.

This couldn't have been an akumatized victim, could it? What kind of villain of Hawk Moth's would just run away and not stick around to steal his miraculous? Besides, he was limited to one akuma per day, it wouldn't be possible unless he suddenly grew stronger.

And now that he was thinking about it, this could be the very person who saved him from the Sapotis! But a person with powers without a miraculous? Were there such people existing in this world?

Before his thoughts could elaborate on the burning topic, his ring beeps one final warning, startling him out of his thoughts. This would have to wait some other time. Deciding to head home before he detransforms, he uses the help of his staff to get back home.

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You come to a huffing stop, bending over with your hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath. You should have known your new ability was going to cause some trouble, especially with inexperience, but you still decided to stick around for the whole fight! You should have listened to Dawn.

"Y/n!"

Straightening out, you yelped at the body weight thrown at you, able enough to keep yourself from tipping over. "Where were you? We tried calling your phone, but you left it here! We even asked Chat Noir to go look for you-are you insane?!" Marinette says, the volume of her voice making you cringe.

Of course. That's why Chat Noir was still out and about! He was looking for you. Yet, another thing you should have been aware of, but was too emotionally driven to think about! You opened your mouth to respond, but all that you could get out was a wheeze.

"Let the girl breathe, Marinette! She's safe, and that's all that matters." Alya cooly says, freeing you of the bluenette's death hug with a hug of her own. It was welcomed, considering you had to ditch your hoodie, relishing in the warmth as the air became chilly. Even with the comfort of their hugs, you couldn't stop thinking about the possibility Chat Noir may have seen your face.

You messed up big time.

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(feb 15) sorry for the delay everyone! update should have came last week, but I was procrastinating, like always. and the day I was saving to write, just so happened to be the day of my first job :,)

i'm planning on writing the wholeee day, so one or 2 more updates might come out today! hope you enjoyed ♡

edited: x/x
words: 1983