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would you free this beast knowing it could cost your life?
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The Littlest of Things
Part: 2
Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s life gets thrown off-course when she discovers the secret of a lifetime. Will her attention to detail be her downfall? Or will her perception of even the littlest of things spark new things in her chaotic life?
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“What do you mean, I’m grounded again?” Marinette huffed, plopping on the couch.
“You’re starting to become late and miss classes again dear!” Her mom reminded her.
“Until you can prove you can stay on your A-game, you’re grounded, with the exception of class of course.” Marinette’s dad put his hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t like you honey, we know you can do better.”
“It’s for your own good,” her mom said, remorse in her eyes.
“Whatever,” Marinette grumbled, making her way to her room, only to toss herself onto her bed.
This was the worst thing that could happen to her! Just when she was starting to be more confident with Adrien, she had to mess it up with her superhero duties!
“It’s not that bad Mari! You still get to be Ladybug, and you can see your friends at school!” Tikki said, soaring out of Marinette’s purse.
“It’s not that...it’s just, I’m never going to be able to stop being late! I have all these responsibilities, and saving Paris is a bigger deal than making it to chemistry on time, right?”
“Right. Besides, you can’t tell anyone you’re Ladybug, so it’s not like your teacher understands!”
“Understands...You’re a genius Tikki! I need advice from someone who understands!” Marinette ran off downstairs.
“Mom, dad, I’m tired from all that studying last night, so I’m going to doze off a bit, okay? Can you guys leave me be so I can get a good nap?”
“Of course dear! Sleep well!” Her mom gave her a heart-warming smile, which triggered a pang of guilt in her chest.
“So what’s going on? Why are we going to bed so early?” Tikki hung in the air, her expression one of confusion.
“We aren’t. Tikki, spots on!”
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“Hey Bugaboo, what was the urgent call about? Another one of your buds been akumatized?” Chat Noir leaned against his pole, his suit and hair gleaming in the light of the golden sun.
“No, I just wanted to talk.” His expression softened at Marinette’s words, and he placed a hand on her waist, pulling him towards her. The placement of his hand felt oddly familiar, but she had other things to worry about, like the reason she called Chat in the first place.
“Come with me, M’lady, and I’ll take you to my favorite spot in all of Paris!” Chat offered her his hand, and this time Marinette took it without a second thought.
They flew around Paris, Chat giving her a tour of all the places that were “important” to them, such as: “Look, Ladybug! That’s where you first defeated Stoneheart!” or, “Hey, remember, that’s where you threw an ice cream cone on my head!”
Chat Noir finally reached his destination, setting Marinette down on a familiar balcony.
“Is this-?”
“It sure is. I’m surprised you recognized it without the roses and candles. It’s where I confessed my love to you, which you’re welcome to return anyday now!”
“Very sweet of you kitty, but you know how it is. I’m in love with another boy, and I already told you I don’t want to lead either of you on.”
“Could you at least tell me his name?”
“So you can murder him in your sleep? I think not!” Chat Noir laughed, making Marinette’s heart swell. No matter how much she loved Adrien, there was something about Chat Noir that made her feel pure bliss.
“What is it you wanted to talk about, M’lady?”
“How do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“Handle all your responsibilities? I keep messing up my schedule whenever an akuma shows up, and now it’s affecting my entire life. I don’t know what to do.”
“I’m not sure I’m one to help you, I have a pretty tight schedule in my civilian life, but somehow it never gets in the way of anything? Maybe some of your luck is rubbing off on me?”
“Oh. I just thought maybe you understood, because no one else could.” A tear slipped down Marinette’s mask, and Chat Noir was quick to wipe it away.
“It’s okay to feel like this Bugaboo, and I do understand. I’m always here for you, no matter how desperate it is. If you just need some cheering up or if you just need someone to be there, you can count on me.” Chat Noir opened his arms to her, and Marinette appreciatively snuggled into them.
She felt his heart beating rapidly against his chest, but she felt something else too. A soft purr was rumbling in his lungs, and Marinette laughed when she looked up at his sheepish face.
“You’re good company, you know that, right?” Marinette whispered, making his purr intensify. Chat Noir pulled her face up to his, still holding her tightly. He leaned in, pressing his forehead to hers.
“I know,” he whispered back, leaning in a bit more, but only to have his lips touch the softness of her cheek, less than an inch away from her lips.
Why did he make her feel like this? She didn’t know what it was, but something about him just made her heart become overflowed with emotions. It was like how she felt with Adrien, if Adrien was... a cat?
The duo sat together for a while, both lost in their own thoughts. The sun had started to set by the time Marinette realized she had to go home before her parents got suspicious.
“Thank you, Chat Noir, I needed this. Well, I guess I needed you.”
“I’m always here for you M’lady,” Chat Noir smiled sweetly, and the sight made Marinette’s heart melt. Like everything else about him, it seemed familiar. But she could never recall where the familiarity was from. Even if it was right in front of her.
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The next week, Marinette made sure to make it to every single one of her classes not only on time, but early as well. This surprised the majority of her friends, and her teachers as well. It had paid off though, because her parents officially un-grounded her that Friday, leaving Marinette to automatically make plans with Alya.
“Of course! We need to catch up on a whole week of drama, since your parents wouldn’t let you out!” Alya said excitedly over the phone.
“Okay, me and you, tonight, sleepover at my house?”
Alya paused for a moment. “Tonight? I kinda had plans with Nino...wait! I’ll call you back soon, alright?”
“Okay?” Alya hung up on her, leaving Marinette alone and confused.
A tapping noise averted her attention from her phone, and she cautiously opened the door to the rooftop to see who it was.
“Marinette!”
“Ch-Chat Noir?”
“In the flesh! Or, should I say, in the fur?!”
“What are you doing here-” Marinette’s phone buzzed, and at the same time, so did Chat’s catphone. She didn’t think anything of it, and turned her ringer off.
“I came to see you of course!”
“You- you came to see...me?”
“Well I was strolling around on patrol, and all of a sudden I got a craving for macaroons! And I know that you make the best in the city, so...what do you got for me?”
How did he know that she made macaroons? Unless...he knew her in real life? Her mind was spinning, but she managed to shake it off.
“What’s your favorite flavor? We have a wide variety down in the bakery!”
“Hmm, chocolate is good, but strawberry is purrfect, but- oh! Do you happen to have any passion-fruit flavored?”
She glanced down to her desk, where Adrien’s special macaroon was hiden. She could always make more, right?
Marinette handed the passionfruit treat to Chat.
“Try this, it’s something special I cooked up.”
He obeyed, and when he took a bite, his features softened.
“You’re amazing, you know that, right?” Marinette blushed at his words, and even at the way he stuffed the rest of the delicacy into his mouth.
“This is the best thing I’ve ever put in my mouth, okay? I need like, a thousand orders of these!”
“I’ll need your address for that, which means you’ll have to reveal your identity to me!”
Chat Noir seemed to think about it for a minute. Then he grinned.
“Sounds like a fair deal!”
“Wait no! I was joking!” Marinette covered her eyes with her hands, thinking Chat would actually do it.
A soft pair of hands met hers, pulling them away from her eyes. She slowly opens her eyes, preparing herself to see his identity. Standing there, was the smirking face of...Chat Noir.
“Stop messing with me like that! I thought you were actually going to do it!”
“Please, though you do make the best macaroons in Paris, I only want one person to know who I am!”
“Let me guess...you?”
“Hmmm, make it two then. Me and Ladybug!”
“Oh right, you love her.”
“I sure do. But, I don’t know if she’ll ever love me back. It sure doesn’t seem like it.”
“Why’s that?” Marinette felt a twinge uncomfortable, knowing she was tricking Chat Noir into telling his feelings about her...to her.
“She says there’s this other guy. I’m glad she’s not leading me on but...”
“But you wish that she was all yours?”
“Does that sound cocky?”
“No, I think it sounds like someone who’s desperately in love.”
Chat Noir sat patiently on the railing of Marinette’s balcony as she gathered a travel bag of treats for him. She wasn’t even sure why she was doing it. Maybe she felt guilty? Knowing that she was breaking his heart?
As she tied the bag shut, she grabbed another passionfruit macaroon for him, just because. She could always make more for Adrien.
“Thank you Marinette! These look cat-solutley delicious!”
“If you make another cat pun, I’m going take it back and kick you out!”
“Feisty!”
“Go away you mangy cat!”
And he did, only after winking at her. Marinette pulled her phone out of her pocket to read the text she had missed earlier.
“Hey girl, I found a solution to our problem!” Alya had texted. What problem? She sighed and kept reading.
“Turns out Nino made plans with Adrien today too, but since neither of us wanted to cancel, we managed to convince Adrien’s dad to have a sleepover with all four of us at your house!”
Marinette quickly scrambled to reply.
“Are you insane? Adrien? In my room? Sleeping in the same space as me? I’m gonna faint!”
She didn’t even have enough time to prepare, because a knock at the door and a yell from her mother signaled it all.
Marinette looked around her room, at all the photos of Adrien, and all the hearts plastered around them.
She needed to clean.
A/N
Chapter two is OUT! What will happen when Marinette and Adrien are asleep in the same room? And will Marinette finally let the cat out of the bag? What will she do about Chat Noir?
Love you all,
~S :)
#miraculous ladybug#mlb fic#ladybug x chat noir#chat noir#ladynoir#adrienette#marinette cheng#marichat#adrien agreste#writing#reveals#identity#identity reveal
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I'd like the internet to know about Smokey the cat.
Today I'm sharing some of her story with the world. Though we've long since lost old photos I'll make due with the ones I have. I may add more later on since there's a limit to how many pictures you can add at one time.
This was Smokey. My beautiful fluffy grey and white tuxedo baby. Today, March 14th 2019 would have been her 24th birthday, and mark 20 years with my family.
Sadly she had to be put to sleep on February 12th 2019. She had been sick off and on for months and suddenly just stopped eating. Nothing we tried worked so after 2 days I called it. Clearly she was telling me it was her time. I didn't want her to suffer because I wanted to spend more time with her.
She came to us as a feral cat. Adopted from a local shelter to help us with a mouse problem we had. And because I kept pestering my mom about wanting a cat. I live up to my username. Kitty lover since day 1.
So it was very fitting that she was only a few months younger than me (I'm born in November). We were always together. She was my partner in crime to help me even the odds against my 3 older brothers.
Whenever they were mean to me growing up she'd help me get even. Claws hurt a lot more than anything I could do. One time she even went as far as coming up to my 1 brother and showing him her latest catch. And oh boy let me tell you. You have not lived until you witnessed a boy scream bloody murder while trying to do a Spider-Man impression up a wall to get away from a cat with a mouse in her mouth. She was happy as could be as she trotted off with her latest catch.
When she was young she was basically the Kool-Aid Man. You shake a bag of Temptations and she'd come running, bursting into the room at mach speed like "I heard the treats! GIVE!" You cold hear every thump and bang as she made her way towards you too. Was the best way to find her sometimes.
Growing up we lost her in the house quite a lot. As you can imagine it's not hard to lose a mostly grey cat in the dark. Now imagine having to go down a flight of stairs and not know if she was sprawled out on one keeping a watch of the house. It was like the worse game of Hide and Seek ever. Because when you find her you got claws and little cat teeth in your feet.
She was a very loving and sassy cat until her final days when she went down hill. Always wanted to be with people, didn't matter what you were doing she'd be right there curled up with you so she could get attention or just enjoy some cuddle time.
She loved blankets. Loved being curled up under them with people. Or just by herself. They were her safety spot. When she was under a blanket she was happy and content. Some she would claim for herself. We weren't allowed to use them. They were hers and she made it well known that they were hers. It's incredibly weird being allowed to use a blanket again when for the last 11 years I'd get attacked if I tried to move or wash it.
Despite her grumpy face she loved cuddles. Every chance she could find she'd be in someone's lap or curled up with me like this. Purring away. She was a complete sweetheart who just wanted all the love and attention she could get.
But wasn't afraid to show you who was boss if she got a bit over stimulated or annoyed.
I have an auto immune disorder, so I can get sick very easily and tend to have a lot of days where I feel too crappy to get out of bed or go very far. So Smokey took it upon herself to try and be my personal nurse. She was always by my side, trying to purr me better. Or just telling me "hey, I'm here. It's ok Hooman."
Despite her age she was still very feisty up until her final days. She never got along with other cats, and barely tollerarted some dogs. She wasn't afraid to throw paws and show them who's really in charge... sometimes even through glass doors.
But she also had a playful side. Her favourite toys being shoelaces, bell balls, and any kind of writing tool. She'd go nuts for any of them in the right mood.
She was a master expressions and sassiness. Always put me in a better mood when I'd look over and she was practically judging me for just about anything.
She managed to survive my brothers growing up, 3 moves in city and 1 across country. Out lived 1 hamster (no she didn't eat it), 3 dogs, and 3 cats we tried to have along with her (didn't last long. She practically tried to murder a kitten so they were given to better homes.)
She lived out her final years in the beautiful mountain province of British Columbia, Canada. Enjoying the scenery and window sunbeams whenever possible.
It's incredibly lonely without her. We keep thinking we hear her collar, or her attacking something in the hallway. I keep rolling over expecting to see her curled up on her heat pad happy as can be. But when I do it's just an empty space where there should be a cat.
To many she was just a cat.
But to me she was my whole world.
#smokey#cat#kittyxlover#smokey the cat#20 years of friendship#<3#cats of tumblr#cats of the internet
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