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“My name is Mademoiselle Needle and you, Miss Marinette, better run before I show you my craftmanship.”

Marinette’s hand mindlessly searched for Adrien’s and Adrien took her hand and tugged her back upstairs. Mlle. Needle’s cackles were heard from down below and balls of… wool? came flying at them. The wool barely missed them, Adrien leading Marinette down the corridors.

“A-Adrien, where, where are you taking me?” She kept looking back, hearing the creepy cackles of the akuma.

“You need to hide. She’s after you.” They turned down a hall and towards the library. Although it was a vast library, Adrien never went in there. It was mostly full of old designs and documents, rather than books.

“But what about you?” She asked. The two went into the library, Adrien navigating her through the maze that was the bookshelves.

“I’ll find a way to distract her.” Once they found a safe, hidden corner, he pulled her forward and put his hands on her shoulders. “Please, stay here. Stay hidden and don’t go out there. Please.” He leaned forwards and kissed her forehead lightly.

“Adrien–”

“Don’t. I’ll be fine, stay here.” He pulled away slowly and rubbed her shoulders gently. Before she could say anything else, Adrien turned and headed out of the maze.

Exiting the library, Adrien started to head down the corridors.

“So, what’s the plan, kid?” Plagg peeked out from Adrien’s pocket. “The akuma is in the house, without Ladybug, she could destroy the whole house!”

Adrien nodded. “I know, I need to get the akuma out before the whole estate goes down.”

A big ball of yarn started to roll down the corridor and Adrien had to zip into the nearest door before getting squished.

Surprisingly enough, it was Marinette’s.

“Time to transform, kid.”

“Yeah, Plagg –” Adrien’s phone chimed. “What?” he pulled his phone out, looking down at the notification.

“!” A message from Alya’s Chatblog. Well, it seems that Marinette got in contact with Alya.

“Well lucky for us, we’re already on the scene!”

“The one time we’re lucky.” Plagg snorted.

Adrien chuckled. “Plagg, transform me.”

Bounding out of Marinette’s window and across the roof to the library, Chat Noir scaled down the wall and tapped a window that was close to where he left Marinette.

After a couple taps with his baton, Marinette opened the window. With a thud, Chat landed in front of her.

“Chat! There’s an akuma in the estate! And, and I caused it!”

Chat shushed her gently. “I know, Mari, I know.”

“But Chat, my brother, he’s–”

“He’s fine. Don’t worry about your brother.” He reassured. “I locked him in his room.” He smiled.

“Locked him in his room…” She shook her head. “Chat, what are we going to do about the akuma.”

“We have to lure the akuma out of here before it does more damage.” Chat Noir got closer to Marinette and she took a step back, eyeing him slightly.

“What are you doing?”

Chat smirked slightly. “You better hold on.” His hand went around her waist and tugged her close, making Marinette yelp slightly.

“Chat, wait–!!”

Chat lifted her up bridal style and looked down at her. “Get cozy – it’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

Chat headed out of the library and down the corridor, where Mlle. Needle was barely coming down.

“Oh, lookie here! There seems to be a bad design in the mix!” Mlle. Needle stood at the end of the hallway, her hands to her hips. Her two needles were resting across her back.

“Let’s get straight to the , Needle.”

Marinette rolled her eyes.

“I’m gonna need you to this house, before you into major oblems.”

Marinette looked up at him. “It’s a spring design and you’re bringing in autumn? Good lord, you’re terrible.”

Chat chuckled. “I’m fectly fine, what do you mean?”

Mlle. Needle pulled her needles from behind her, scoffing at the other two’s bickering. “Sorry, but I can’t let you leave. You see, I need your miraculous. I think it would be the perfect accessory for my wardrobe.”

“I’d love to stay and chat, but this cat’s gotta go.”

Not a moment later, a big ball of wool was rolling their way. Marinette’s grip on Chat tightened and he only smirked, jumping over the ball and towards Mlle. Needle.

Mlle. Needle didn’t expect that and brought her needles up to shield her face, Chat stepping on the crossing of her needles and using the momentum she provided to jump over her.

“Hey!” She cried as she was pushed down as he jumped.

“Sorry, but this string’s gotta fly.” He winked and darted down the hallway.

Chat headed down the hall and leaped down the staircase and was out of the Agreste Estate in a flash.

“You think she’s following us?” Marinette tried to look behind Chat’s shoulder, but before she knew it, they were jumping across the Parisian skies. She gasped softly and closed her eyes quickly, her grip tight around Chat Noir’s neck.

Marinette didn’t know what it was, but there was something almost about vaulting through the Parisian skies in broad daylight. The feeling of the wind ripping through her hair and clothing, the scary, yet familiar feeling of free-falling.

Chat tried to ignore the little giggles that soon graced his ears, looking down at her with a smile. “It’d be a shame if she didn’t follow someone as cute as you.”

There was a prompt blush on Marinette’s cheeks.

“As cute as a button.”

She rolled her eyes. “Way to ruin the moment, tom cat.” She mock punched his shoulder.

Chat smirked slightly. “Oh, my apologies, my lady. I didn’t know we were having a moment there. Should I start it up again.” He teasingly leaned closer to her face and she scoffed, bringing up her hands to push his face away.

“Please, you wish.”

Chat Noir simply chuckled and he landed down in front of a shop.

Marinette looked up, blinking her confusion. “The Dupain-Cheng bakery? Why are we here?”

Chat let her down slowly, but kept an arm around her shoulder. “I have some good friends here. They always offered help, so I’m going to need that today.”