a/n: despite goodwill, human intimacy cannot occur without mutual pain. they never thought it was supposed to be literal. in which some idiot cursed the Ladybug and the Cat to experience pain whenever they touch.
a one shot for MariChat May Day 12- touch starved.
It is often said that you’ll see stars if a kiss is good enough.
Ladybug is fairly sure this isn’t what was meant, but it’s a somewhat humorous thought that flashes through her mind as the pain lances up from her lips and runs through her body. A sharp, stabbing pain that leaves an acrid taste in her mouth, mingling oddly with the fading scent of the menthol chapstick that had been on Chat Noir’s mouth.
It’s working. A gambit she knew would cause her pain is paying off. The only price is a few seconds bent over in agony, fighting off waves of nausea and stars shooting across her sight.
Somewhere to her left, Chat Noir has broken out of Dark Cupid’s spell with a high pitched yowl, hands furiously wiping at his mouth as if that somehow could relieve the sting of the magic.
The stars in her sight begin fading, and she looks at an irritated, confused Chat Noir with an apologetic, pained grin.
“Sorry Kitty. It was the only way I could think of to break you out of it.”
His mouth works to say something beyond the pain and the grogginess settling over him, post-hatred induced stupor, but Dark Cupid makes his entrance again and it’s all lost to the heat of battle.
She gives Chat Noir the usual air salute once it’s all said and done, the space between his fist and hers giving him that same old familiar longing. He hides it well and she usually seems unaffected, save for this time.
There’s something too melancholy in her expression to let him feel like this all ended on a good note.
“Ladybug…is everything okay?”
She shakes her head, nervously looking from him to a point over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact.
“Look…the kiss, I had to break the spell somehow. Figured something stronger than the regular pain would work best…” She wrings her hands together, anxiety punctuated by the beeping of her earrings. Time and circumstance are not on her side today.
“Wait kiss…What kiss? I thought….” He is cut off by another set of high pitched chimes coming from his own ring.
“I should go.” She shoots him another sorry smile, before sprinting off into the distance.
His quiet goodbye is left to fade in the growing space between them, swallowed by the backdrop noise of the bubbling fountain.
He touches his fingers to his lips, piecing together her words and the lingering threads of pain that made them slightly sore to the touch.
“HOLY SHIT. She kissed me?!”
the hedgehog dilemma
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