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kiyomari · 7 years
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Marichat May Day 6: Game Night
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Marinette was tearing through her competition. They were playing Super Smash Bros in Versus Mode and even with a handicap, she was whittling away at their lives. At first Adrien tried to focus on cornering Marinette’s chosen character, Samus, while avoiding barrels from Alya’s Donkey Kong, but his attention slowly shifted away from the television. As their characters jumped and dodged on screen, Adrien noticed that Marinette and Nino were getting close. Too close.
As they jerked the game controllers, their shoulders would bump and brush, causing a dark swell to form in the depths of Adrien’s chest. Marinette was his Princess. He shook his head, trying to clear the cloud and bring his attention back to the screen. He to prevented his Pikachu from falling off the edge just in time to get KO’d by Link. Nino whooped and rose his arms in victory. Right over Marinette. Too. Close. Adrien’s pupils narrowed and a deep rumbling filled his throat.
Surprised by this reaction, Adrien froze. He glanced at his friends to see if they noticed, but they were too intent on the game. After Marinette had taken his last life, he excused himself to the bathroom.
“Plagg! What the hell was that!?”
“What was what, kid?” Plagg yawned out lazily.
“The growling!” Adrien hissed pointedly, “Those noises, these… feelings. It’s got to be some weird Kwami thing!”
“Well it’s got nothing to do with me,” the little god sniffed and turned up his nose. “You just watch too many of those shows.”
Adrien sighed and slumped forward. “Maybe you’re right, Plagg. Too many dramas and not enough sleep.”
“Really, you teenagers are always blaming me for your hormonal messes,” Plagg grumbled under his breath.
“What was that?”
“I said, you already dragged me all the way out here so when do I get cheese!”
With an exasperated eye roll Adrien gave in. “Fine, I’ll sneak you some cheese.”
However, all promises of cheese were soon forgotten. Stepping back into the main room, Adrien saw Nino nudging Marinette playfully with his elbow and all his reason vanishes instantly. Instead of returning to his own seat, Adrien slinks around behind his two friends, channeling his feline counterpart’s stealth. Barely nodding at Alya’s greeting - Welcome back! You’re just in time to see Marinette kick Nino’s butt! - he sidles up behind Marinette and pushes his face between her and Nino. Squirming until his entire body is wedged between the two, he pushes his cheek into Marinette’s shoulder. Finally satisfied that he’d quieted the dark cloud, Adrien didn’t notice that Alya was gaping incredulously nor the fanfare announcing This game’s winner is…. Link! No, he was perfectly content to snuggle up to his princess who, had he retained a speck of reason he might have noticed, had turned into a beet-red statue, her game controller forgotten on the floor.
Bonus:
After spending an afternoon locked in a cage with Nino, Alya gained not only an interest in him, but a collaborator for all her shenanigans, especially the ones involving Marinette and Adrien. Now she needed every bit of help she could get. She’d been working on Nathalie for almost a month now, pleading that Adrien needed to spend time with his friends, away from his father’s piercing gaze to destress and be a kid.
“I mean with all these akuma attacks happening recently it’s only a matter of time Ms. Sancoeur! Adrien’s under a lot more pressure than most kids his age and he rarely gets to spend time with his friends outside of school. That’s practically a recipe for akumatization! Just ask Nino, he’s Adrien’s closest friend,” Alya waved her arms towards Nino, giving him a little push forwards.
“Huh? Oh, yeah. He’s been super down lately, kinda shut off too. Please Ms. Nathalie, he needs to just chill for a bit. I promise we can cheer him up!”
As they finished their entreaty Nathalie let out a long sigh. Alya started thinking of more arguments to plead her case, but just as she opened her mouth to speak, Nathalie said sharply, “I can clear one evening next week. Just make sure he’s back in his room by ten.”
She turned her back to the whooping teens, shaking her head. The things she did for this family…
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