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Closed for @mirxculouschxt
Eyes narrowed at her feline partner, her peach lips pressing into a thin line at the mere thought of it. How could she? It was her job!
But, Chat was as, if not, stronger than her, surely he could purify the Akuma. Well, it didn’t do anything to her, and she’d done it a couple of hundred times. The only thing that mattered to her was that Chat was safe.
“Very well kitty! This one is yours!”,she called out to Chat, steping on the cursed object, a crack resounded in her ears and a small, black butterfly fluttered out. She stared at it, her hand ready to catch it if Chat somehow couldn’t purify it, she didn’t want it to multiply, after all. Large azure eyes looked back at bright emerald ones, an encouraging nod coming from her, followed by a soft smile.
‘You can do it, Kitty!’
How do you think it'd play out if Chat got turned to the dark side again and the power of love didn't work to get him out of it?
Without a second thought, Ladybug presses her lips against Chat Noir’s, her fingers curling around the fabric of his suit. Standing on her tips toes, her hand bumps the bell at his neck, the chime sounding clear in the hushed city.
Come back to me, Kitty.
But, unlike last time when he was shot with an arrow filled with hate, there is no moment of symphony, no love seeping into his skin.
When she pulls back,she knows something is wrong, his mouth in the same position–pursed in a firm line–as before she kissed him.
With a gulp, she swallows her heart, “Chat?”
However, green eyes that once sang her praise, formed melodies of adoration, are cold and icy. With a sneer, he spits and wipes his mouth on the back of his hand.
As his fingers flick away her grim, he only has a Cheshire’s grin.
“Don’t you know that kisses can’t cure real curses?”