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Omg guys
the hint has always been here for five seasons
#ml spoilers#jajajajjja#i just can't#yesterday I was like#hell yeah marichat content#let's gooooo#but today it finally hit me that it's all real#gwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa#marichat#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculous fandom#ladybag#ml#marinette dupain cheng#chat noir#adrien agreste#mlb#ml season 5#ml season 5 spoilers
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Y'all: freaking out because marichat content
Me: wait... DOES THIS MEAN ADRIEN'S GONNA DO SHIT ON HIS OWN THIS SEASON?! HELL YEAH!
#ml s4 teaser#ml s4 spoilers#ml leaks#gimme the Adrien kicking ass content#idc about anything else#i NEED it#miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir#miraculous ladybug
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Ladynoir July Day 2 - Masks
This story is part 5 of a series: a sequel to my Marinette March, Adrinette April, Marichat May, and Ladrien June stories; I highly recommend reading those first.
You can also read this story on AO3: Hurricane
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Renard held onto Lacorne for probably much longer than was appropriate, but he couldn’t seem to make himself let go. Luckily, she seemed to be perfectly content in the hug. She stroked his hair with one hand and held onto him with the other. Only once Renard pulled back did she let go, and even then she took his hand again and laced their fingers together.
“What was the universe that you went to like?” he asked.
He knew that they should be getting home.
But going home meant jumping right into dealing with everything that waited for them there…
“It was different,” Lacorne said, looking thoughtful. “There were four main heroes. They were using the Black Cat, the Peacock, the Pig, and the Dragon. I only met the first two.”
“Huh, those are different choices,” Renard said.
“Well, they weren’t fighting against a person. It was these things called demons,” she said.
“… Demons?” Renard repeated.
“Yeah, I’m not sure I completely understand what they were myself. Fluff and Kaalki can explain it much better than I can. And when we get Tikki and Plagg back, they’ll probably be able to give even more information,” Lacorne said.
It felt good to hear her say when, not if.
“They also had a guardian,” Lacorne went on, smiling wryly. “You’ll never guess who it was.”
Renard thought for a few seconds, trying to figure out who could put that weird expression on his lady’s face. His first thought was that she had met the alternate universe version of Master Fu, but he was pretty sure that Lacorne would be much sadder if that was the case. She missed Master Fu a lot, and right now she didn’t look sad at all.
Maybe an alternate universe version of herself? A world where, once she became the guardian, Marinette had given up her miraculous in favor of someone else?
Though Renard couldn’t even imagine such a world where that happened…
“Come on, guess!” Lacorne urged.
“I don’t know. You?” he said.
“Nope. Guess again.” Her eyes were twinkling.
“Alya?” Renard said. He could see that. Alya had been collecting information about the miraculous since long before she got one herself. Some of the posts she created for the Ladyblog contained very educated guesses about the miraculous and how they worked. If she became the guardian, she wouldn’t rest until she knew every scrap of information that there was to know. She would be the most informative guardian ever.
Lacorne shook her head. “Interesting thought, and I’m sure there’s a world out there where that is the case, but no. You get one more guess.”
Renard sighed. “I really don’t know. Nino?”
His only basis for that was that Nino had used the Turtle miraculous just like Master Fu, but on further thought he could see how Nino would make a good guardian. Nino was often a calming influence on their group, especially on Alya. He wasn’t really into research, but he knew a hell of a lot about the topics that he was passionate about.
“Three strikes and you’re out. It was Chloé,” Lacorne said.
Her smile grew wider when Renard’s jaw dropped.
“Ch-Chloé?” Renard stammered. ��Seriously? What kind of alternate universe did you end up in?!”
Lacorne laughed. “Right? I was asking myself the same question after I realized who she was.”
“Well that’s different,” Renard said thoughtfully. “Maybe you and I aren’t the only ones who wear masks.”
Now that he was thinking about it… maybe Chloé would make a good guardian. She was fiercely protective of the things that she cared about, so no one would ever get the miraculous away from her. And Chloé was not someone who allow herself to be intimidated, whether it was by a thief or by another miraculous holder. She was good at standing her ground, and, like Nino, she knew a lot about things she cared about.
“You don’t really think Chloé would be a good guardian?” Lacorne said, a bit incredulously.
Renard squeezed her hand. “I think it doesn’t matter because the Miracle Box in our world already has the best guardian possible,” he said soothingly.
Lacorne blushed a bit. “I don’t know about that,” she said, mollified. “That was the weirdest thing from the universe I visited. What about you?”
“Well, I met your dad,” Renard said. “There was just one big difference that I could tell.”
“What’s that?” Lacorne said, looking intrigued, and he grinned at her.
“Guess,” he said teasingly, and she huffed.
#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#marinette dupain-cheng#ladynoirjuly2021#fox miraculous#horse miraculous#rabbit miraculous#alternate universe#hurricane#storm verse
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#being incredibly ridiculously picky with any and all depictions of the two ships the fandom seems to be obsessed with is Hard™#there's like. two kinds of marichat and tentatively one kind of adrinette i like#i knowwww they're all the same people but goddamnit someone commented on one of my fics and called ladynoir 'ride-or-die' and that's???#pretty much /exactly/ what i'm here for?????#on chat's side esp????#i like ladrien because it's still got adrien's feelings in the mix#but ladynoir#/ladynoir/ dude#ride-or-die ladynoir is my l o v e#it makes my insides sing#as it has for something like the last year and a half#it's like 'i;m with you until the end of the line' except nobody becomes a brainwashed russian assassin#read: it's perfect#which sort of has me wrinkling my nose at kissy marichat because the five year old in me is whining 'BUT HE LOVES LADYBUGGGG'#'he needs to love both sides of her!!' well yeah sure but i can sure as hell tell you which sides i'd rather see kiss#ANYWAY all this to say that i have dug for That Good Ladybug Content and now my queue is stuffed#sorta#a little bit#after a lot of nosewrinkling and 'whywhywhy must it still be so close to marichat may'#//coughs ANYWAYANYWAY#hallie speaks#a lot#(more like hallie bitches about ships but w/e)
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Marichat May Day 1: Witch AU
Summary:
Marinette was mixing potions when she was pushed and somehow, she ended summoning a black hell cat that flirts with her and does a bit of mischief.
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The day started as any other day in Marinette’s life. Her brother woke her up, they had breakfast, picked their brooms and went off to school. She said hello to her classmates, avoided getting cursed by Lila or Chloe and even tripped a few times like she always did. Seriously, the day was as normal as any other, there was nothing unusual. The only thing that stood out on that day? She summoned Chat Noir, the prince of darkness and all hell cats. And it turned out that said cat had a thing for cute petite witches like Marinette.
Of course, at a later date and with much more calm, one could perfectly see when did everything went south. It all had started when their teacher of Enchanting gave them summoning scrolls to analyse and enchant as homework, with the purpose of making a summoning scroll that was functional and only could summon peaceful creatures that were under no means, dangerous. But the scrolls weren’t even active, so it couldn’t have fired off by itself.
The next problem that let to that outcome was Lila, who tampered with Marinette belongings in order to make everything on her bag go crazy at the exact time that Marinette were to take a single step out of school. Obviously, she had meticulously erased all traces of her magic so that she could not get framed when Marinette’s bag self-exploded. That had corrupted the summoning scroll and left it active, but one would still need some materials and some magic in order to summon anything.
So we have a summoning scroll, that has been corrupted and readied to be used at any moment, but useless without magic and materials to actually be used. What happened in the final part of this whole mess of a day, it was simply the mischief of a selfish rich girl and her always loyal assistant.
They were in Potions’ lesson when everything happened, they simply had to make a laughing potion. Ms. Mendeleiev had left notes on the board for the students to follow and had left to talk for a brief time to talk about something with the principal. As always, Mariette made her potion in no time, since being already used to cook at home made everything easier when making potions. She was almost finished when she went over Alya’s cauldron to give her a hand, unaware that that exact action would later cause her own demise and change her life forever.
As Marinette was distracted with Alya, Sabrina added acidic poison and black powder of misfortune on Marinette’s cauldron. She quickly mixed it so no one would notice the change until it was too late. Soon after, Marinette returned to her cauldron and began to pour magic into it to finish the potion. But Chloe, still not satisfied with just ruining Marinette’s potion, decided to pull a horrid prank on Marinette. She cast a spell that made Marinette slip and fall, which led to Mari accidentally knocking over the cauldron and the cauldron pouring all his contents on Marinette’s bag, that begun to disintegrate.
When the tampered potion filled with materials and magic met with the tampered scroll that was ready to use, the summoning scroll created a summoning circle and a black light emerged from it, covering the classroom in darkness. Which leads us to the present, when Marinette is recovering from the fall and meets eye to eye with the infamous Chat Noir. Her first thoughts? “What a cute green” Instead of being afraid or confused, Marinette chooses to focus on how cute is the green of the eyes that are in front of her.
The moment is short lived though, as she finally notices the whole figure in front of her and jumps backwards letting out a squeal. The figure is that of a young boy, probably seventeen years old, with blond hair, green cat-like eyes, a leather suit and cat ears. But then she sees the fluffy tail behind him, twirling in amusement and with some excitement. The boy shots a smile at her and she involuntarily blushes, too confused to think straight.
“Hello Princess” says the boy. “What would a cute young lady like you want from a cat like me?”
“I- I don’t know what’s going on…” answers Marinette awkwardly. “Wh-Who are you?”
“Me? Oh, just your average hellcat, no need to be afraid Princess” says the boy smirking as he winks at her.
“Girl, do not panic and slowly come towards me” says Alya with fear. “Get away from the summoning circle…”
“Careful Mari” says Nina. “Don’t fret, but advance. Slowly but not stopping”.
“What’s going on Alya? Nina?” says Marinette turning around nervous. “Alix? Rose? Jules? Does anybody know what’s happening?”
“I’m not sure of what happened” says Alix with fear on her eyes. “But that is undoubtedly Chat Noir”.
“A pleasure to meet you ladies” says Chat Noir bowing. “Do not fear, I have no ill intentions towards any of you. Rather, I’m quite grateful for being summoned, especially since my summoner is such a gorgeous girl”.
“Y-Y-You’re the prince of hellcats?” stutters Marinette, fear slowly entering her body.
“The Prince of Darkness, the Destructor of Worlds, the Boy that Brings Demise, … yeah, people has a lot of names for me, not that they actually know me personally” says Chat as he sits on a chair and plays with the tail of a lizard. “Honestly, all of those titles fit my father rather than me. The same goes for my sister, her titles aren’t accurate either”.
“Marinette!” says Mme. Mendeleiev barging into the room with panic on her eyes as she readies her wand. “Get away from him!”
“Meowch. You hurt me miss teacher” says Chat Noir rolling out of the chair and evading by millimetres Mendeleiev’s spell. “This cat isn’t that bad”.
“What are you doing in here?! How have you been summoned here?” asks Mme. Mendeleiev firing spells at Chat Noir.
Chat gracefully evades each spell and swiftly picks up Marinette’s cauldron, sniffing it and then throwing it in front of the teacher. “Smell that and you’ll have your answers. Wait, you can’t” says Chat as he facepalms. “There was a laughing potion in there, but someone added a few extra ingredients. Namely acidic poison and, oh my, is that black powder of misfortune I smell?”
“What? Those weren’t supposed to be used for today’s potions!” says Ms. Mendeleiev ceasing fire.
“I didn’t add those” says Marinette worried.
“And she’s telling the truth” says Chat Noir twirling around his tail. “The ones who have the scent of those specific ingredients are those ladies over there, the blonde brat and the ginger lapdog. Oh, what a coincidence, the blonde brat fired recently a tripping spell that affected my summoner”.
“What did you call me?” says Chloe furious.
“Chloe Bourgeoise, shut your mouth this instant or I’m expelling you from this academy. You tampered the potion of one of your classmates, used magic against her and caused this to happen” says Mendeleiev enraged. “You’re lucky that your father is the mayor, because I would send you straight to court for causing this mess”.
“Oh, but it’s not only her fault. The summoning circle was also tampered” says Chat Noir as he jumps off the circle to prove it. “I never was bound by my summoner or the summoning circle. As I said, I’m not here to cause harm, that’s why I still haven’t done anything. Well, apart from putting a little surprise in the bag of one of your students. Namely, the student who tampered with this bag and its contents” says as he holds up Marinette’s bag. “It’s such a pity, this bag had good quality”.
“My bag!” says Marinette distressed as she sees her bag and its contents corroded and unusable.
“Marinette, that is not the point! Get up and bring your ass here!” says Alya distressed.
“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” asks Chat rising a brow. Then he turns to Marinette and offers a hand. “Come on Princess, let’s get you up, the floor is not the place for a cute lady like you”.
“Thank you” says Marinette taking his hand with a faint blush dusting her cheeks.
“MARINETTE NO!” screams Mendeleiev in sheer horror, expecting her sweet student to suddenly turn to ashes.
But instead of turning to ashes, Marinette is lifted up by Chat Noir, who then kneels and kisses her hand, shooting her a wink filled with amusement. The classroom goes silent, some expecting Marinette to disappear or turn to ashes any instant, others sighing in relief since she’s still alive and uninjured. But they are surprised by Chat Noir, who is engulfed by a pink light.
Once the light has fade away, everything remains unchanged and there is nothing out of place. But the teacher knows better and readies her wand, pointing it at Chat Noir. The students are confused by that, but Chat Noir begins to laugh and the students get even more confused.
“As expected of Miss Teacher” says Chat twirling his tail. “Fear not dear teach, my intentions are pure. To prove it, I’ll even reveal who tampered with the summoning circle”.
“What you’re going to do is undo the contract, reveal who tampered the scroll and disappear” says Mme. Mendeleiev holding her wand firmly.
“The girl who tampered the circle and the whole bag of my so cute summoner is that one” says Chat pointing at Lila. “The smell of her magic is all over my summoner’s bag. By the way, your bag is going to turn into rotten cheese in about thirty minutes”.
“WHAT!” says Lila furious.
“SHUT UP ROSSI” says Mendeleiev firmly. “We’ll be having a long talk later. Now demon spawn, undo the contract and disappear”.
“I can’t undo the contract, I already gave up my own life, so I don’t even own myself” says Chat shrugging. “But I’ll be disappearing as you want. I wouldn’t like to cause any problems for my summoner”.
Chat Noir shots a last wink and smile to Marinette and disappears, barely evading Ms. Mendeleiev’s spells. Marinette, who is confused and too tired to even process the situation, is held and inspected by her potions and alchemy teacher. When that finishes, her friends hug her, all worried about her and crying after all the stress they had suffered in such a short period. Coincidentally, Lila’s bag turns to mushy cheese and collapses, dirtying all of her things, just at the exact moment that Mendeleiev takes Lila and Chloe out of the classroom to inform the principal.
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An hour and a half later, four teachers come into the room and take Marinette away, reassuring the students that nothing wrong is going to happen to her. They lead her to a room where her brother and her parents are. As they see her, they hug her tightly and repeatedly tell her that everything is going to be fine. Worried, Marinette looks at the teachers, but the Principal goes in and she doesn’t get the opportunity to ask what is wrong. Everyone sits down and the Principal looks seriously at Marinette, trying to figure out how can he break the information.
“Ok, let’s get to the point” says the Principal when he doesn’t come up with anything. “Do you know what happened today miss Dupain-Cheng?”
“No sir” says timidly Marinette, being uncomfortable because all of the attention she was getting.
“Today, due to certain unforeseeable coincidences and the interferences of your classmates, you summoned Chat Noir” says the Principal seriously and Marinette curls up a bit. “Now, don’t be afraid, I know it wasn’t your intention and everyone knows that you did nothing wrong”.
“Then why are all of us here?” asks Sabine worried.
“The thing is, that Chat Noir wasn’t under the effects of a normal summoning and acted as he wanted” says Mendeleiev.
“As my colleague well said, Chat Noir wasn’t bound to anything when he was summoned, so his actions are no one’s to blame” agrees the Principal. “It was unforeseeable and completely one-sided, but Chat Noir made a contract with Marinette”.
“What?!” say the Dupain-Cheng at unison.
“Oh sparks, this can’t be happening” says Marinette in denial.
“Can she undo the contract? Is there something that we can do?” asks Marin really worried about his sister.
“We’re afraid not. Since we don’t know the details of the contract, we can’t possibly counter it in any way” says the Principal.
“Because the only one who knows the details of the contract is Chat Noir himself, the only possibility to remove it would be for him to explain what terms were stipulated on the contract” explains Mme. Bustier. “Therefore, until Chat Noir doesn’t come back and he talks, we have our hands tied”.
“But is Marinette going to be okay? There is not going to be any side effect?” asks Tom worried.
“Is she okay after summoning him? That must have taken quite a lot of magic from her” says Sabine.
“About the summoning, we’ve discovered that your daughters magic has quite a high quality, so the little bit she used while making the potion sufficed” says Mme. Mendeleiev. “We were thinking on testing Marin to see if he has the same quality of magic given that they are twins”.
“And regarding to Marinette’s state, we would like to do an exhaustive check up to make sure that there were no side effects” says the Principal. “Only if you give us the permission necessary to do so”.
“Please do so” says Sabine.
“It’s the only way to make sure that she’s completely okay” agrees Tom.
“Thank you” says the Principal respectfully. “Now, before Marinette goes to the infirmary, we would like to ask you to continue your normal lives as the were, it will probably be the best at long term”.
“For sure, we don’t want to stress Marin and Marinette, they have enough on their plate with their studies and their hobbies” says Sabine.
“Perfect” says Ms. Bustier. “Now, Marin, Marinette, if you would please come with me”.
Both twins follow their teacher still somewhat nervous, looking at the other as they silently have a conversation. They arrive to the infirmary and Marinette enter to take the check-up. Marin follows Bustier to an empty classroom instead and performs several tests to analyse the quality of his magic. As Marinette is doing one of the essential parts of her check-up, the nurse strikes a conversation out of nowhere, worried that Marinette would develop some sort of trauma because of the events. However, Marinette was perfectly normal. After processing everything a bit more calmly, she understood what had happened and she calmly thinks of what to do now.
That same night, the results of Marinette’s check-up and Marin tests came out. Apparently, both Marinette and Marin had some high-quality magic that was ideal for enhancement and transfiguration. Aside from that, Marinette results were all clear, that hellcat hadn’t done a single thing to her as he had said many times. The Dupain-Cheng family decided to go to sleep and rest for the uncertain next day.
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When Marinette wakes up, the first thing she sees is a lot of yarn all over the place. She thinks that she must be dreaming, but after pinching her cheek discovers that she’s fully awake. Then she notices a little card on her desk and gets confused. Did she put that on her desk last night? Or could have someone of her family and left the card while she was asleep? But when she picks it up, she sees that rather than a card, it was a note from the one and only Chat Noir.
“Hello Princess, sorry for the mess with the yarn. I swear I didn’t intend to play with it or entangle myself, but my instincts got the best of my and I ended up leaving a mess on your room. As an apology, I will soon be going out to pull a bunch of pranks to your enemies. I hope you won’t mind that I read your mind a bit to do so. Anyway, I’ll appear next to you whenever you need me. Just say Chat and I’ll be there in a flash. P.S.: You make some cute faces while you sleep” says the note.
Marinette first reaction was to frown, offended that the cat had gone through her stuff, messed everything up and didn’t even clear the disorder he had made. Then she notices the fact that he had read her mind and fear assaults her. How much had he seen? What was he planning to do with her? But when she sees the part where he mentions her sleeping face… Let’s just say that when she went downstairs to have breakfast, her face was as red as the strawberry juice she drank.
Luckily for her, her tutor had contacted her parents last night and told them to let her rest for a day to calm down. Thanks to that, when Chloe came to school in a banana outfit no one blamed Marinette. Neither they blamed her when Sabrina came to school with her face all scribbled with accusations, nor when Lila appeared in the classroom with her head transformed on a snake. Furthermore, she take advantage that she could remain at home for the whole day and called Chat as soon as she was alone.
“Did you call for me Princess?” asks Chat bowing as he appears from the shadows.
Marinette slaps him. “That is for the mess you caused”.
“Fair enough” admits Chat.
“This is for reading through my mind” says Marinette slapping him again.
“Meowch, you pack quite the punch Princess” says Chat rubbing his cheek.
“And this is for watching me sleep you creep!” says Marinette kicking him in a dangerous spot, making Chat fold down.
“I-I’m sorry Princess” says Chat Noir struggling to take a breath. “Would you please pardon this fool of a cat?”
“Why are you still calling me Princess you- You- You shameless flirt!” says Marinette stuttering.
“What am I supposed to call a fair lady like you then? Because you are the Princess of my heart” says Chat.
“Stop flirting like that! Why are you doing this? Why did you make a contract with me?” asks Marinette trying not to blush at the constant praises.
“Can’t a cat make a contract with a cute girl out of the bottom of his heart?” asks Chat standing up.
“Of course not! Why would you do that?” says Marinette. “I’m just a normal girl, it’s not like I’m a super powerful witch you could leech off or use in whatever you are planning”.
“Oh but you are not normal at all” says Chat twirling his tail. “Cute face? Checked. High-quality magic? Checked. Smart enough to figure out that I made a contract with you for a reason? Oh boy, definitely checked”.
“Stop trying to evade my question” says Marinette serious crossing her arms. “You better explain yourself or… Or I’ll… Or I’ll destroy the contract!”
“You don’t even know how to do that” points Chat Noir.
“What do you even know! You don’t know me!” says Marinette defensive.
“Okay, okay. I’ll talk” says Chat giving up. “I just wanted some freedom, my father is rather a controlling man, so when I was summoned to this world without summoning restrictions I took my chance”.
“But couldn’t you have simply escaped? You said it, you weren’t bound by anything, so you could have simply run off” points Marinette.
“That would be the case if my father wasn’t so controlling that put a tracker on me to call me back anytime” says Chat. “But since I gave you my life, his magic lost effect. I’m sure he thinks I’m dead by now”.
“So you made a contract with me to run away from home? Why did I have to be the one closer to you” laments Marinette.
“It’s not like that Princess” says Chat. “Even if you were on the other side of the room, I’d still have chosen you”.
“Then stop beating around the bush ad tell me why you chose me!” says Marinette annoyed. “Because you caused quite the ruckus”.
“Sorry about that, it wasn’t my intention to cause you problems” says Chat Noir.
“Just like it wasn’t your intention to mess with my yarn, which you didn’t clean up by the way?” asks Marinette.
“I tried to! I swear!” says Chat Noir blushing. “But every time I tried to put it back, I ended up messing everything!”
“How did you- Stop messing with me and answer my question!” says Marinette realizing that Cat still hadn’t told her why did he make a contract with her.
“Are you really going to make me say it?” asks Chat Noir blushing more.
“YES! SAY IT ALREADY!” says Marinette exasperated.
“IT’S BECAUSE YOU’RE CUTE! YOU LEFT ME SPEECHLESS WHEN I FIRST SAW YOU!” screams Chat.
“W-What?” asks Marinette taken aback.
“When I was summoned and I opened my eyes, you were there in the floor in front of my, with your cute face and your cute big bluebell eyes that I caneasily get lostinto andmyheart stopped fora secondandwhenIheardyoursweettendervoiceIfeltasifIwasmelting!” says Chat Noir, beet red due to his embarrassement.
“S-S-Stop sa-saying swet-t-t-t thi-things a-a-and t-tell-ll m-me the t-tr-truth!” tries to say Marinette, but her nervousness makes her stutter like a gatling.
“That was the truth you adorable idiot!” says Chat noir blushing.
“A-As if th-the P-Prince of Da-Da-Darkness w-would be infa-fa-fatuade with a-a-a norm-m-mal girl li-like me!” stutters Marinette in denial. “I-I’m sure y-you have lo-lo-lots of devilishly be-beautiful mistresses!”
“Excuse me?! I’m not even allowed to get out of my house! I don’t know any other hellcat apart from my own family!” says Chat indignant. “And you’re not a normal girl!”
“I am!” replies Marinette. “What’s so different and special about me?”
“Everything! From the cute freckles on your face to the way you talk when you’re angry! Your beautiful hair that is hold in your adorable pigtails, your fierce character paired with your petite body, that enthralling smell of cookies and strawberry and that fiery blush that dusts your cheeks as if you had been out in the cold for hours!” says Chat, no longer filtering his words or caring about manners as he gets closer to Marinette.
“Fine! I get your point! I’m pretty, so what?!” says Marinette, her character all over the place as it has been destroyed by Chat continuous praise attacks. “You made a contract with me just by my looks!”
“And what was I supposed to do? I wanted to know you, but I would have never been able to stay long enough to do so!” replies Chat Noir. “Look, if you hate me that much without even giving me a chance, I’ll tell you how to break the contract and you’ll never see me again!”
“It’s not that I hate you! I don’t even know you! You didn’t ask for my opinions and certainly you didn’t care about my feelings” retorts Marinette. “I even know nothing about what’s the contract supposed to do!”
“That- That is true… I- I’m sorry about it” says Chat Noir with his ears down, backing away from Marinette. “I made the contract in the spur of the moment and never told you…”
“That’s right, you never told me anything or asked for permission” says Marinette, calming down a bit. Neither of them speak for some time and just look at each other.
“The contract is a one-sided deal” says Chat breaking the ice. “I gave you my all, my soul, my heart, my powers and my body. I became yours; I didn’t even care if you used me as a bodyguard or as a pawn. Right now I’m something similar to a slave, you could order me anything and I would oblige even if it’s the last thing I have to do. The best is that you have to do nothing, you won’t have to pay any price”.
“Chat Noir… You’re an idiot” says Marinette. “WHY DID YOU EVEN THOUGHT THAT DOING SUCH A CONTRACT WAS A GOOD IDEA?!”
“Because if I didn’t my father would have undone any other contract via torture!” says Chat Noir. “First, he would have forced me to come back, then he would have tortured you to undo the contract and then he’d have locked me for all eternity! Which is quite a lot for immortal demons like us, but now I’ve given up my immortality and my life in order to be free!”
“And how do you know I’m not a bad person! I could abuse you and lock you down! You know nothing of me!” says Marinette. “Why won’t you see that you’ve messed up you damn stupid hellcat!”
“I know I’ve messed up and that I’m stupid, but you can’t be such a bad person! You’re worrying about me right now!” points Chat Noir.
“No I’m not!” says Marinette defensive as she blushes. “You must be imagining things right now”.
“Seriously? Who was the one who repeatedly admonished me by making a contract with a pretty girl I don’t know a single thing about her?” asks Chat crossing his arms.
“That doesn’t mean anything! Not at all!” says Marinette.
“Is that so? Then how about explaining me why you still haven’t asked how to reverse this contract?” asks Chat Noir. “Because normally one would insist on breaking the contract and not about the contents of it”.
“My teachers said that I couldn’t undo it unless I had the details!” replies Marinette pettily.
“Then why haven’t you undone the contract yet? Because your magic doesn’t lack any kind of quality to be unable to do so” says Chat eyeing Marinette, curious about how would she retort that.
“I don’t know how to do so; it was my teacher who was going to break the contract” answers quickly Marinette. “We still haven’t studied how to make contracts or have familiars”.
“You’re teacher will never break this contract, only you can do it, I already told you” says Chat Noir. “I guess you’ll be stuck with me until you learn how to undo contracts. But do not fret, I know when I’m not required, so I’ll disappear from your sight and never contact you again by myself”.
“Stop right there young man!” says Marinette before Chat can disappear.
“I’m pretty sure I’m way older than you” says Chat Noir looking at her eyes.
“The age equivalent to human years is of a hellcat like you is 15 years, so you’re only older by a few months” says Marinette staring at him defiantly.
“And how do you know my age?” asks Chat Noir smirking.
“I did my research” says Marinette sticking out her tongue.
“So you are telling me that after being in the oh so traumatizing experience of meeting me, you researched about me and then summoned me the following day?” asks Chat now with a full idiotic grin on his face. “Normally one would pray not to meet me ever again you know.”
“Stop distracting me!” says Marinette turning her face.
“You’re the one who ordered me to stay when I was leaving” says Chat shrugging.
“Because I wanted to make a deal with you, isn’t that what demons are known for?” says Marinette matter-of-factly.
“Oh? You have my full attention the Princess, even if you already had it anyway” says Chat Noir.
“We’re having a match. If I win you tell me how to undo the contract here and now” says Marinette. “And since you’re so eager to leave I’m sure you won’t mind telling me”.
“It’s on Princess, but if I win, you’re going to owe me a favour of any sorts, because I can’t think of anything right now” says Chat Noir.
“Deal. We’re playing videogames, the fighting ones, but we’ll be playing the best out of three” says Marinette.
“Sounds fair” agrees Chat Noir.
Marinette sets her console and invites Chat Noir into her room to play without anyone interrupting them, since they had spent most of the morning discussing. Their match starts and they are both playing amazingly, but Marinette manage to make a sneak attack on Chat’s character and unleashes a powerful combo right after that, winning the first round. The second round fairs similarly and everything points tat Marinette will be the one winning, but as she is making a chained attack, Chat Noir manages to successfully counter her and beat her, tying with Marinette. In the decisive final round, both players are aggressively attacking the other, defending from each other’s attack and trying to link as many attacks as they can. Then chat Noir knocks Marinette character and paralyzes it, pushing the buttons of his controller in a determined pattern to unleash his character’s most powerful attack. Just as he’s finishing the buttons combo, Marin enters in the room and both gamers accidentally let their controllers slip out of their hands, making Chat Noir fail but still unleashing an attack powerful enough to deliver the KO.
“A-Are you playing videogames with THE Chat Noir?” asks Marin extremely confused with his wand on his hand.
“We were having a bet, but seems like Chat Noir won…” explains Marinette.
“What are you talking about Princess? This round can’t count, you were distracted, it’s not fair” says Chat.
“Even if my brother wouldn’t have entered, I was about to lose already” says Marinette.
“You still could have avoided my attack and parried it” says Chat Noir.
“Chat Noir, it was a fair win. Stop making this more difficult that it is” says Marinette. “I’ll be owing you a favour, that’s final”.
“You bet doing him a favour if he won?!” asks Marin alarmed.
“Yes, but I refuse to ask for anything like this” says Chat noir. “This will be a stalemate”.
“If you don’t ask me a favour I’m making you go through the most embarrassing things you can think about in a loop for a year” threatens Marinette.
“No” says Marin, beginning to realize what he has caused. “Since I was the one who interrupted this bet of yours, the bet is nullified and I’ll be doing the favour to Chat Noir”.
“That, boy-who-I-don’t-know-the-name, is a good idea but I doubt Princess here will agree” says Chat Noir.
“She has to agree, after all she owes me a favour for covering her while she went out with her friends” declares Marin.
“You can’t do that Marin! It’s my problem, my loss and my responsibility” says Marinette.
“And it’s my responsibility as your brother to stop you and help you” says Marin. “So Chat, make your request- Why are you crying?”
“Uh?” says Chat and notices a bunch of tears on his face, which he quickly clean. “Sorry, I was thinking about what a great relationship you had and I remembered my sister”.
“Are you okay?” asks Marinette patting his back.
“Marinette, I think I have to talk with Chat for a bit” say Marin suddenly serious. “Can you please go downstairs and talk with Alen, Nino, Alya and Nina? They had come to see you”
“Marin, what are you going to do?” asks Marinette, half worried about her brother’s attitude and half expecting a new problem to arise.
“I just want to talk with Chat. Please, go to see our friends or they’ll come here worried, they almost barged into the house before I arrived here and stopped them, they must be at their limit” says Marin and doesn’t looks at Marinette as she leaves the room.
“So… What does Prince Charming want from an alley cat like me?” says Chat trying to lift the mood as he dries his tears.
“Please, stop with the joking. I can see that you’re hurting, and you definitely aren’t faking it” says Marin with a serious look. “Why did you made a contract with my sister? And spare me the lies.
“I wanted freedom. My father had locked my sister and my in our manor and we weren’t allowed to have any contact with the outside world” begins Chat. “But when I was summoned, I thought I finally had an opportunity to be free at last. I only had to make a contract with someone offering my life in order to deactivate my father’s tracking magic”.
“And you chose Marinette?” asks Marin cautiously.
“Not exactly, what happened right after opening my eyes was that I got speechless. My breath was taken away when I opened my eyes and saw Marinette, lying there on the floor with those eyes of hers” says Chat noir with a bit of affection on his voice.
“I see…” says Marin thinking about something. “Then why were you crying when remembering your sister? You have a contract with a girl you fancy and it’s not like you will never see her again… Or is it?”
“Most likely I will never se her again, but also she will have to suffer the consequences of my escapade and deal with my father’s paranoia” says Chat with his ears low and his tail lying on the floor.
“… Okay. I accept you.” Says Marin out of nowhere.
“What?” asks Chat confused.
“I’m accepting you as Marinette’s familiar. I know your motives and your intentions; and none of them are remotely evil, so I accept you and I recognise that I owe you a favour in exchange for forgiving me” says Marin.
“But I have nothing I desire. Being free from my father’s clutches was my ultimate wish, there’s nothing else I want” says Chat Noir. “What can you possibly offer me?”
“I can offer you three things” says Marin. “First, a way of staying without causing problems for Marinette”.
“Then do that. I wouldn’t want to cause problems to the one I owe my freedom” says Chat Noir.
“I would be doing that either way, so I won’t count that as a favour” says Marin. “Second, I can offer you redemption”.
“What do you mean by redemption?” asks the catboy confused.
“You regret leaving behind your sister, making her suffer because of something she didn’t do” says Marin. “Don’t you?”
“That I do, but what about it?” asks Chat.
“How could your sister not suffer?” asks Marin.
“It’s impossible father won’t let her alone as long as she lives” says Chat. “There’s nothing to do about it”.
“What if your sister wasn’t under his influence?” says Marin. “While I’m still not sure about doing it, I could summon your sister with your help and make a contract with her similar to the one you have with my sister”.
“Why would you do that? That’s too much to be a favour” says Chat Noir.
“To be honest, I don’t think that being locked in a manor without making contact with reality is good for anybody, let alone immortal demons who could potentially destroy existence if they ever went mad” says Marin. “So, as a favour to you, I would summon Kitty Noire. But I would make a contract with her not because of the favour, but out of sympathy”.
Chat is left speechless. For a solid minute he simply stands there looking at Marin with a surprised expression. But then he suddenly hugs Marin and let’s a few tears escape from his eyes, which turns into a downpour when Marin hugs him back to comfort him. Once Chat has stopped crying and is more serene, he looks at Marin seriously and kneels down.
“Please. The only thing I could ever ask you is to do that” says Chat Noir with a sincere smile on his face, offering Marin a handshake. “The name is Chat Noir, and it’s truly a pleasure to meet you”.
Marin gives him a determined handshake, creating a connection between them as fellow men and brothers. “I’m Marin, and the pleasure is mine Chat Noir, I know you will take care of my sister”.
Someone knocks on the door. “Marin, bro, you there?” asks Alen from outside, completely ruining the mood.
“Quickly, hide on the wardrobe!” says Marin in a panic. Chat hides and Marin opens the door. “What happens Alen?”
“Not too much man, we were just wondering where were you and I slipped past Mari after going to the bathroom” explains Alen. “Everything in order in here?”
“Yes! Of course!” says Marin trying to think of an excuse. “I was just checking on Mari’s bedroom to make sure that everything was normal”.
“I understand bro, must be unnerving to know that your sister has been forced into a contract without her consent” says Alen nodding. “I mean, we’re all worried for Mari, I can’t even imagine how must you feeling man”.
“Hey, I’m already finished over here and I’m fine right now so, why don’t we go downstairs? I’m sure I can slip you a croissant or two” says Marin clapping Alen’s back.
“Man, you know how to make me happy” says Alen as he heads downstairs. “I’ll head downstairs first to distract everyone”.
“Sure thing bro” says Marin. Then he turns around and uses a spell to write on the air in front of the wardrobe. “Come meet me at the room next to this one when everyone is gone”.
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Marin had almost forgotten that he was meeting Chat Noir in his room, almost. Nevertheless, Chat scared him completely by appearing next to him, materializing out of thin air by his side as if it were the most common thing to do. Obviously, Marin’s heart almost went out of his mouth and Marin himself bounced five feet apart, which made Chat Noir chuckle in amusement. The temptation to hit Chat almost made Marin rethink what he was about to do. Finally, both of them calm down and sit in front of each other.
“So, what are we doing now?” asks Chat Noir.
“Right now, we plan. Then I’ll call Marinette and we’ll have to convince her, but I think she won’t need much info to convince her. Finally, we summon your sister, make the pact and that would be all” says Marin.
“Sounds pretty logic to me” says Chat nodding.
“Great then. First, can you use illusions?” asks Marin all serious.
“I’m afraid that I’m nothing more than a beginner at illusionism, but I do have a contact who’s a master of illusions” says Chat. “He was the only one who ever managed to get into the castle and talk with me or with my sister”.
“Then we will be needing his help. My plan basically revolves about faking that we break the contract with you. Then, when we will be summoning a familiar next week, you and your sister will come out as cats, your everyday magical cat. That way you’ll be able to stay with us, even if you’ll have to fake being cats in public” explains Marin.
“Okay, I get the gist of it. I think that we can do that easily, we’re already used to stay as cats in our manor as a form of protest again father” says Chat Noir. “There is just a slight problem. Well actually there are two. Where will we sleep and the little fact that I’m not a familiar precisely, more like an obedient slave”.
“Say what?” says Marin alarmed.
“I thought the same when he told me” says Marinette, leaning on the door.
“Mari? How much have you listened?” asks Marin sweating bullets.
“Oh, ever since the beginning. It’s good to know that I’m easy to convince” says Marinette.
“I said that because I know how kind and selfless you are sis. Or don’t you want to help someone who is suffering by herself?” asks Marin looking right at her.
“Okay, you’re right. I do want to help; nobody should be isolated like that” says Marinette giving in. “I have a doubt though, why are you and Chat so friendly?”
“We respect each other” says Chat Noir and Marin nods in agreement.
“Anyway, now that we know that Mari’s on board, we can begin the preparations. We need a story to back up the fake break of the contract, materials to summon Kitty Noir and a master illusionist…” says Marin.
“I can come up with the backstory” says Marinette. “But I’d suggest you to think what will you explain to Kitty Noire when you summon her”.
“I think it would be better if I begin by contacting my acquaintance while Princess creates the story, and then we’ll brainstorm on the rest” says Chat Noir.
“Fair enough. I’ll be preparing the summoning materials… Any suggestions?” asks Marin.
“Laughing potion, acidic poison, black powder of misfortune and silver” says Chat Noir. “You’ll need those to summon her. Basically the same as me but using silver instead of gold”.
“But I didn’t add gold” says Marinette.
“Well, you summoned me quite randomly” says Chat. “There was the chance for you to summon my sister or our teachers”.
“I’ll be getting those ingredients then” says Marin. “I can distil the acidic poison from rat-killing bleach and there should still be left some powder from those Russian Roulette macarons we made”.
“Then I’ll be leaving for a bit” says Chat before merging with the floor.
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That same night, they already had everything prepared. Chat’s acquaintance made a perfect illusion that fooled Tom and Sabine, who quickly communicated to the school how had Marinette and Marin managed to pump the information about the contract from Chat Noir and then broke it. In order to be more realistic, Chat faked being absorbed by a portal and left claw marks in the floor as he ‘tried to stay’.
Instead of carrying on with the summoning that same night, they waited a couple of days to make sure that no one would suspect them. Once they were one hundred percent sure that no one was onto them, they went to an abandoned factory. As they arrive, they are greeted by Chat’s acquaintance, Trixx; Trixx’s sister Truxxy; and Chat’s masters, Plagg and Plaggue, who accompanied Trixx to make sure their beloved students were fine. They help them settle the summoning circle, not taking too much time. Finally, Marin initiates the summoning and a black light bathes the factory.
“WHO DARES SUMMON ME WHILE I’M MOURNING MY BROTHER’S DEATH?!” says Kitty Noire as soon as she opens her eyes.
“Nice to see you too kitten” says Plaggue with her arms crossed, standing behind Marin.
“M-Master?” asks Kitty confused. “Did you help this boy to summon me?”
“Actually, it was Chat Noir himself who helped him” says Plaggue. “If you would look behind you, you’d see that you’re not alone and that your idiotic brother is perfectly alive”.
“Hey!” complains Chat Noir.
“Shush Chat, you are idiotic!” says Marinette.
“W-What is going on?” says Kitty confused as she turns around continuously to look at everyone.
“I’ll try it to explain it as well as I can” says Marin taking a step closer.
“Look Pretty Face, you better explain me everything quickly or I’ll turn you to ashes” threatens Kitty.
“Don’t turn him to ashes! He’s your ticket to freedom!” says Chat Noir.
“Wait… What?” asks Kitty more confused.
“I love you too Chat” says Marin rolling his eyes. “So, basically. Your stupid brother was accidentally summoned by my sister, who’s over there, and forced a contract on her to escape from your fathers clutches, giving his own life and soul to my sister”.
“As I said, he’s an idiot” comments Plaggue.
“Don’t get me started… If I told you what things he did as my student…” says Plagg.
“Anyway, due to a bet, some heart-to-heart talk and other stuff, we decided to summon you and offer you something similar to what your brother did, but not as idiotic as what he did” says Marin.
“Okay, I get it, I’m an idiot” says Chat pouting.
“Yep, that’s my idiotic brother” says Kitty facepalming. “I guess everything you said it was true, so tell me about that contract and who’ll be my contractor”.
“I’ll be the contractor, it’s kind of a secret that we’re making a contract, so our options were non-existant, sorry if it disgust you or anything” says Marin.
“As if, it would be a whole lot worse if my contractor was an old man or something like that, having a cutie like you is definitely a bonus” says Kitty eyeing Marin.
“Kid, mind your manners, what would a perfectly healthy boy think if a girl like you eyed him that much?” teases Trixx.
“You’re right, I apologize for that” says Kitty backing.
“Don’t worry, at least you haven’t scared the hell out of me” says Marin.
“I told you I was sorry!” says Chat.
“Did he only caused problems since he came or what?” asks Kitty bluntly.
“Just a few” answers Marin ignoring Chat’s protests in the background.
“I’m sorry that you had to deal with it” says Kitty bowing.
“Don’t sweat it, it was nothing” says Marin. “Anyway. The contract. In his contract, your brother gave his everything to Marinette without taking anything in exchange. In you contract says that, if you were to accept: you’d become my familiar, you’d be transformed into a cat when in public to hide your identity and you’d give your life to me as long as I’m alive, not your soul. Aside from that, I’ll give you food, clothes, a place to live, my life and, as a suggestion from Chat, I’d help you to find a boyfriend. Finally, the contract will last until one of both breaks it or dies. So, when I die, you will be free forever”.
“If I agree to the contract, could I skin my brother alive?” asks Kitty. “Like, right now”.
“Be my guest” says Marinette.
“I like her, at least my brother found a decent master, unlike himself” says Kitty rolling her eyes. “Well, jokes aside, I have a doubt about the contract. Can it be modified at a later date?”
“Oh, good idea” says Marin noting it down. “Why not? It was just a tool to help you get freedom anyway. It’ll be better if you like the conditions”.
“Aww, you’re such a sweetheart Pretty Face. I’ll be pleased to work with you” says Kitty Noire booping his nose.
“Well, that went great! We just need to wait for them to make the contract and that would be it” says Chat happily.
“Next time try not to abandon your sister with your heartless father and maybe this won’t have to happen” says Marinette.
“Exactly! How dared you to even escape without me?!” says Kitty furious.
“It wasn’t planned! I’m sorry!” says Chat defensively.
“Spare him a bit, he was worried about you” says Marin. “He did feel a lot of remorse for leaving you behind. Even tears were shed”.
“That was supposed to be a secret!” says Chat annoyed.
“Hm… Is that so?” says Kitty Noire calming down a bit. “I guess I could forgive him”.
“Kids, not to pressure you or anything, but you might want to seal the contract soon and scatter, Hawk Moth is coming” says Plagg.
“What?! Father’s coming?!” says Adrien and hides behind Marinette.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit!” says Kitty Noire. “Hey Pretty Face, let’s seal this deal like, right now!”
“Alright” says Marin as he and Kitty make the contract. A red light engulfs Kitty Noire and as soon as the light’s gone, everyone scatters.
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Later, Marin and Marinette meet with their respective familiars and head home. Once they are at home, Chat Noir and Kitty Noire have to enter from the balcony because of Tom and Sabine, who are unaware that their children have already familiars. As Chat and Marin had planned, Kitty Noire had a bed ready on Marin’s room with a set of curtains and room dividers, which made it look as if it was some sort of hidden project from the outside, but from the inside looked as one of those royal beds but with a more narrow bed.
Happy, Kitty Noire slipped onto her bed, instantly approving the comfy sensation it gave. However, she lacked the amount of plushies she was used to sleep with back in the manor and that didn’t let her sleep peacefully as she intended, so she decided to explore Marin’s room instead, curiously looking at his sketchbooks filled with designs, sitting in all of his chairs and playing with his things. But she saw his bed and couldn’t resist to lie on it, revolving a bit as she tried to find a good position, but the bed was so hard that she couldn’t feel comfortable at all.
“Ugh. How can he sleep in here?” asks out loud Kitty.
Marin, who had just entered the room to find Kitty lying on his bed, chuckled a bit. “It’s because I prefer a hard mattress for my back” says Marin amused. “It’s your own bed so bad you had to try mine?”
“Of course not!” says Kitty blushing because she had been caught red-handed. “I just was curious”.
“Alright, as long as you don’t cause a mess, be my guest” says Marin sitting on his chair. “I’ll be working for a bit on a project of mine”.
“Is it one of those outfits on your sketchbooks?” asks Kitty curious.
“So you’ve seen them” says Marin amused. “Don’t you know that curiosity killed the cat?”
“Oh, but satisfaction brought it back” replies nonchalantly Kitty.
“Careful then. I heard that satisfaction can lead you to disaster” says Marin smiling at Kitty. “Anyway, I’m going to work on something different”.
“Can I see it?” asks Kitty.
“Sure. I mean, when I’ve actually started and everything, I don’t see why you couldn’t see it” says Marin shrugging. “You can also go out if you prefer, don’t feel forced to stay inside or be next to me all the time”.
“You’re quite considerate for a human, aren’t you?” says Kitty without meaning anything bad. “Father used to say that humans were heartless greedy bastards who only think about themselves”.
“Oh, there are humans like that, definitely” says Marin thinking about Chloe and Cleón. “But there are also kind people”.
“So, basically like demons, there are assholes and then there are nice demons” says Kitty Noire.
“Exactly, just like that” says Marin as he sketches. “Your brother has met both kind of humans. In fact, he pranked a couple of assholes that pester Marinette”.
“Oh god, what has he done to them?” asks Kitty mildly concerned.
“Not much. One of them got her face all scribbled, one got all of her outfits turn into banana suits and another one got her head transformed into a snake” says Marin.
“Pffft, I can’t believe he used the banana’s suits spell, he said he’d never ever use it again” says Kitty giggling.
“I don’t see why; it was hilarious to see that bully on a banana suit” says Marin chuckling. “But I think I prefer when he transformed the bag of the snake girl into rotten cheese, that was savage”.
“God, what has he been doing all this time?” asks Kitty laughing. “He had all the fun for himself!”
“Yeah, but he also spent three days having to wear a cone on his head because he read Marinette’s mind and caused a mess” says Marin laughing. “You should have seen him, it was hilarious. But he said that it was worth it if he got to prank Mari’s bullies”.
“Hm… Should I do the same?” asks Kitty pensive. “Maybe I could read your mind and prank some people~”.
“As long as you don’t cause any big problems, feel free to do whatever you want” says Marin ignoring the teasing. “At least I’ll be aware of it”.
“Is that so?” teases Kitty. “What if I discovered your darkest secrets? I could tell them to whoever is your girlfriend”.
“I highly doubt it. I’d need a girlfriend first” replies Marin smirking at Kitty. “And I don’t even have such an embarrassing secret or anything along those lines”.
“You don’t have a girlfriend? How comes that Mr. Pretty Face doesn’t have a beloved?” asks Kitty surprised. “Are you gay per chance?”
“No, I’m not. And my name is Marin by the way” answers Marin rolling his eyes smiling. “I simply don’t have one. I already have enough handling bullies at school, if I had a girlfriend, I would have to worry about her being bullied too”.
“But that’s so sad! How can you say those sad things as if it were something normal?” asks Kitty indignant. “I’m definitely reading your mind and pranking those idiots”.
“Don’t worry too much about it. You’re supposed to be free now, so try to be a bit more selfish” says Marin as he finishes the sketch and begins to add details to it.
“Excuse me? I am being selfish. You’re my contractor and your life is mine, I get to be annoyed by things like this” protests Kitty.
“You know that when you say it like that you make it sound as if we were married, right?” points Marin.
“Don’t change the topic” says Kitty slightly blushing. “Let me read your mind to teach those bullies a lesson!”
“As I told you before, you can do whatever you want, don’t ask for permission” says Marin. “I simply think that maybe you should do something more personal rather than pranking people in my defence”.
“Then I’m reading your mind” says Kitty as she enters Marin’s mind.
“Must be a siblings’ thing” says Marin rolling his eyes.
Minutes later, Kitty comes back with the information she wanted, but nothing more out of respect to Marin’s privacy. “Okay, I have the names and the directions. This night I’ll be having some fun” says Kitty. “How is your project going?”
“Great. I’ll only need your measurements and I’ll start sewing” says Marin.
“Wait, my measurements?” asks Kitty taken aback. “Why do you need my measurements?”
“Because this project is an outfit for you” explains Marin. “Just in case you actually want the boyfriend part of the contract or if you want to go around the city without being a cat”.
“Just for the record. I’m dating no one until you get a girlfriend” says Kitty. “And how will you be taking my measurements?”
“I was going to ask Marinette to do so with your permission” says Marin. “I’m not an excuse of a man to be touching any good-looking girls”.
“So you think I’m good-looking?” says Kitty posing and batting her eyelids.
“Anyone with a pair of eyes can tell that you’re beautiful” says Marin. “You could even be a model or an actress with your looks”.
“Well thank you Pretty Face, I too think that you are very handsome” says Kitty. “But are you sure you won’t take my measurements yourself? You’d be losing a golden opportunity”.
“Stop it with the teasing already or I’m also putting a cone on your head” says Marin rolling his eyes. “I’ll be going to ask Marinette to come and measure you. Do you want something to eat when I come back?”
“I’m fine for now. Thank you for your concerns Marin” says Kitty pouting without looking at Marin so he can’t see her pout.
“Then I’ll be going” says before he leaves. “Don’t mess my room too much”.
“I wonder what kind of outfit he has designed…” says Kitty looking in Marin’s sketchbook.
When she found the design, she instantly recognized it because Marin had drawn her in perfect detail. He had accurately drawn her body with some amazing clothes on. For the top, he had designed a dark purple shirt without sleeves paired with a white knitted sweater that fell from one of her shoulders and was long and saggy enough to hide her tail in. Then, he had complimented it with a lilac hat with a complex knitting pattern and black aviator sunglasses. For the bottom, he had drawn black jeans worn down, with a few scratches on the legs to appear fashionable and a hidden hole for her tail to go in. He had paired those with red shoes with high ankles and white details.
Kitty Noire was totally absorbed by the design. Not only had Marin created something that totally was aligned with her style, but he also had drawn it several times in several postures to make sure that it would fit her. She was loving his drawings of her in various poses. The one where she was drinking a smoothie had a very cute expression that made Kitty Noire feel a bit embarrassed, then there was one of her sitting on a chair and talking with someone that made her laugh a bit; but her favourite one was the one where she was hugging a big teddy bear. When she finished looking Marin’s sketch book, she realized that Marinette was leaning in the door with a tender smile on her lips, which mad Kitty blush and fall from the chair.
“Oh! Are you okay Kitty? I didn’t mean to scare you” says Marinette worried.
“No, no. You simply surprised me” says Kitty a bit nervous, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing. “You’re here to take my measurements, right?”
“Yeah, thought it will just be things like your height, the width of your arms and torso, the length of your legs and the perimeter of your torso” explains Marinette. “Marin could have perfectly done it, but he insisted that it would be indecent for a boy to do so”.
“Oh, perfect.” says Kitty relaxing. “I wasn’t sure about giving my bra cup to him”.
“Oh no, I’ll take care of your underwear, don’t worry” says Marinette.
“Thank you for doing so much for me. I hope I’m not imposing right now” says Kitty.
“Don’t worry, I was simply making you a plushie. Chat told me that you sleep with a lot of them and I thought that maybe you’d feel uneasy without them” says Marinette smiling tenderly, which made Kitty feel emotional.
Kitty tears down a bit. “Can I- Can I hug you?” asks Kitty feeling a bit insecure.
“Of course you can! Come here” says Marinette and hugs Kitty Noire. “It must have been quite an emotional day, hasn’t it?”
Kitty nods and hugs Marinette. “Thank you, I needed that” says Kitty without letting Marinette go.
“It’s fine, don’t worry” says Marinette. “I love giving hugs, so come and hug me whenever you feel like it”.
“I will” says Kitty letting Marinette go and drying her tears. “Come on, let’s finish this”.
“Okay” says Marinette smiling.
Little did any of them know that this would be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Neither they knew that later on Marinette would end up for Chat and marry him, nor that Marin and Kitty would also marry. But all of that, it’s a story for another day, isn’t it, Plagg?
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Fluff Prompts!!
This first one is for my personal kitty, @the-lazy-workaholic-blog. J’adore!
Prompt 14: ‘Shut up!’ ‘Make me!’
With Marichat
Marinette’s feet touched down on the rooftop but she didn’t stop to breathe a sigh of relief, not to take stock of her new surroundings. Instead, she spun on the person who had just released her from their arms; one very smug-looking Chat Noir.
‘You’ll be safe here, princ…oof!’
‘What the hell, Chat Noir!’ She yelled as she shoved him in the chest a second time, but this time he was ready, her actions not moving him as they had.
‘What? You weren’t safe!’
‘I was perfectly safe!’ She threw her arms in the air. ‘There isn’t an akuma, I’d have heard the alert, there’d have been more chaos, so just what excuse do you have for grabbing me off the street this time?’
Chat Noir put all the urgency into his voice that he had felt when he saw her turning the corner. ‘There was this guy…’
‘There’s always some guy.’ She rolled her eyes as her shoulders dropped. ‘Last week it was because you saw me get catcalled from that construction site. On Monday it was because the grocer at the market kissed my hand. And yesterday it was because someone helped me pick up the contents of my bag when I spilled them! I’m tired of your lame excuses!’
‘They’re not excuses!’ He raised his voice in competition with her own, which had grown louder with her frustration. ‘You’re a very beautiful girl out in Paris alone! You have to be more aware of…’
‘Oh my God! Just…just…’ She interrupted him.
‘Just what?’
‘Just…SHUT UP!’ She yelled so loudly that it echoed around the rooftops.
‘Make me!’ He yelled in return without thinking.
And she did.
Grabbing his collar her pulled her towards her with speed and strength that surprised him, her lips crashing into his with such force he gasped. It took him a second to respond, his hands falling on her waist and pulling her closer. He had never felt anything like the rush he had now, the way his heart pounded fast, the soft way her body felt under his gloved hands, and as for how her fingers felt in his hair, he figured he had died and gone to kitty heaven. Which was when he finally realised why he had been all but stalking her, following her to make sure she got home safely, that no one came near her. He was in love with her.
‘Stupid cat.’ She growled into his mouth, before returning to the kiss, not allowing him a chance to reply, barely even allowing him the chance to breathe.
It was several minutes before she released him, his lips chasing hers for a moment until he realised it was a good opportunity to get some oxygen into his brain. She all but pushed herself away from him, turning around and walking across the rooftop several feet while she composed herself, her fingers tentatively touching her swollen lips. Her first real kiss and it was with Chat Noir.
‘You can’t just keep abducting me off the streets.’ She spoke finally, her voice low but carrying to his ears easily. ‘If you’re worried about me there are better ways to make sure I’m safe.’
‘You kissed me.’ He replied simply.
Turning her head to face him, her cheeks burned, realising it might have been a mistake, but his two worded reply had pushed her to do it. ‘You pretty much told me to.’
‘I don’t…I’d remember telling you to kiss me.’
‘I told you to shut up and you said to make me! What did you think I’d do? Push you off the building?’
‘I don’t know, I guess I’ve just watched a lot of shows where that’s the response to someone telling you to shut up.’ He shrugged.
She sighed and headed back towards him. ‘Do you watch anything but anime?’
‘Sometimes.’ He replied hesitantly, his cheeks colouring darker than they already were.
‘So you knew a kiss might be coming.’
‘I, uh…’ He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. ‘I hoped, maybe. If you wanted to. Because I wanted you to. That is to say, I wanted you to…’
‘Kitty?’ She gave him a look of amusement.
‘Yeah?’
‘Shut up.’
Ask me for some fluffiness!!
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How about #2 or #19 (whichever inspires you more) for marichat. I miss your particular flare with those two.
This was SUPPOSED to be a short drabble… but its ok because @ktwesterna has been one of the most supportive and wonderful followers I have been blessed to have! Enjoy your Marichat #19 clocking in at just under 2k words lol.
Marinette had expected many things when she had come up with what was now jokingly referred to as the ‘best friend bonding compromise’. With her identity revealed she knew it would change the dynamic between herself and her partner. Chat had never been all that invested in the secrecy between the two of them, and it was honestly a miracle she had managed to stop him before he had detransformed himself after his first visit after the akuma that exposed her own secret. She had assumed that he would push for an end to his own hidden identity, (he had), that he would want for them to spend more time together outside of protecting Paris, (he did), and that he wouldn’t take no for an answer if she didn’t come up with some way to pacify his desire for them to become closer in light of this revelation. Which is why she was now constantly on the receiving end visits from her black clad companion.
She didn’t mind. In fact, she actually rather enjoyed getting visits from her partner. He was good company, enjoyed a lot of the same things that she did, was a good sport about losing at video games, and was surprisingly useful as a study partner. And again she had expected it.
What she hadn’t expected was how much less flamboyant he was in this new, more domestic setting. He was more often than not perfectly content to curl up and nap or read a book whenever she wanted to work on a project. He was unexpectedly thoughtful and sensitive. Not that she had ever thought that Chat Noir wasn’t kind, but she would not have expected him to be the sort to consistently tidy up after himself much less her as well. In the past month she was fairly certain that he had actually made up her bed more often than she had.
But more than anything, she hadn’t expected him to be quiet.
“What are you reading?”
Marinette shrieked, desperately reaching to close the tab on her computer but instead managing to tilt her chair too far forward and crashing to the ground.
She had all but forgotten that he was in the room. Last she had looked he had been crashed out on her bed, not hovering over her shoulder as he was now.
“Nothing!” she cried from the floor. “It’s nothing, you should-”
“Is this fanfiction?” Chat said delightedly, stepping in front of her so that he could read the screen as she struggled to get to her feet.
“I just clicked on it because I was curious to see what it was!”
“So you opened chapter 17?” he grinned, holding her back with one arm as he leaned in and began reading.
This was bad. This was so bad.
She tried to reach past him and grab the mouse but she knew it was too late. She could feel his body tense as he realized what was on the screen, his tail and ears twitching as his mouth fell open in shock.
“My Lady…”
“It’s not what you think!”
“Is this…”
“I was reading it for academic purposes!”
“Is this LADRIEN fanfiction?”
Of course he knew what it was. He was the one who had introduced her to “Ladybug” fanfiction in the first place. He thought the entire thing was hilarious. More than once he had regaled her with admittedly hilarious retellings of some of the more wild interpretations of his character that he had come across while browsing the fan section of the Ladyblog.
Marinette felt her face flush and wondered if she should just crawl into her bed and die.
“It is,” he breathed, scrolling down the page and skimming through the chapter. His eyes got wider as he got further along, his cheeks turning a tell tale pink at whatever he had found later in the chapter.
Damn, she had been looking forward to this update too. If Chat’s expression was anything to go by it was just as heated as the author had promised in last weeks notes.
He turned to look at her, his brow narrowing in confusion.
“Wait, you hate Ladybug fanfiction. You’ve told me yourself that you think Ladynoir fics are, and I quote, ‘a giant waste of time with no truth or value whatsoever.’
“Can we just forget this ever happened?” she moaned.
“So why would you be reading this, unless…”
“Oh my God…”
“Chat-”
“Oh my GOD!”
“I will pay you to forget you saw this!”
“You like Adrien!” Chat cried, bursting into gales of laughter as he whirled around to face her. “YOU like Adrien.”
“Please, Chat, you can’t tell him about this. I would die, I would LITERALLY die if he ever found out. He can not find out, you have to promise me.”
“Yeah, I can’t promise that.”
“Chat come on!” she pleaded, grabbing his hands in hers and trying to give him her most convincing pout.
“Why is this the first time I am hearing about this?” he asked, his expression still lit with a giddy exuberance that terrified her.
“Because I didn’t feel like my crush was a worthwhile topic of conversation,” she said, glaring, “or maybe I didn’t want to rub it in your face that I liked someone else, which you already knew.”
“No I know that, I mean-” he cut himself off, his face scrunching in concentration as his thoughts turned inwards. His fingers twined with hers where she was still holding onto him, and she held her breath as she waiting to see what he was going to say. She could feel a sense of apprehension. Like there was still another shoe about to drop.
“You haven’t said anything,” he said quietly, his head cocking to the side.
She flushed, dropping his gaze at his accurate assessment.
“You’ve never said anything to… to Adrien, about how you feel.”
“I’ve tried a couple of times, but it never goes well,” she admitted.
“But you do like… like Adrien?” he asked, his voice still soft and surprisingly tender.
“Yeah,” she admitted, her eyes falling closed in both embarrassment and relief now that her secret was out. “Yeah I do.”
She felt Chat drop her hands, pulling her into a hug. His warm, quiet chuckle reverberating through her soothingly.
“What a crazy criss crossed life you live, My Lady.”
She snuggled into his embrace, grateful for the unending love and support her partner always offered her. He really was an amazing…
Suddenly she felt the loss of his presence around her.
“You should tell him! Right now!”
“Oh my God! Chat what are you doing?” Marinette cried as she heard the frantic typing of her keyboard.
“I’m messaging Adrien.”
“NO!”
She hurled herself forward, desperately trying to grab at the computer, but her arms were no match for his as the insane cat purposefully blocked her path.
“Don’t worry, it’s perfect.” He ignore her frantic cries even as she jumped up onto his back, leg wrapped around his waist as she desperately tried to pull him away from his new self imposed mission. “I just need to send this message and then everything will- GAAHHHH!”
He shrieked in startled pain as Marinette wove her fingers into his hair and yanked.
“What the hell!”
“You can’t send that message! What did you even write?”
“Relax its not a love poem or anything, it just says: hey Adrien, do you want to go to the movies with me this weekend?”
“That’s… actually not terrible.”
“Good. So now I can just-”
“You still can’t send it!”
“Why not!”
He twisted in circles trying to dislodge Marinette as she alternated between trying to grab his hands and trying to reach over and attack the computer itself.
Unfortunately for her, she was no match for his suit enhanced strength, and after a few more minutes of frantic twisting and clawing on both their ends, he rolled his eyes, reach back and hauled her over his shoulder, plopping her down onto the desk with an inelegant thud.
“Hold still,” he grunted, capturing both her hands and leveling her with his most intimidating stare. “This is in everyone’s best interest.”
“I won’t let you,” she growled, shifting in front of the computer screen and wriggling enough so that he couldn’t release her hands.
“Stop being stubborn!”
“Says the insane cat trying to play cupid!”
“Don’t you want to date Adrien?”
“Of course I do!”
“Then what’s the problem?”
“He could say no!”
“He’s going to say yes.”
“I’m not ready! He’ll think I am insane.”
“I think its a safe bet to say he already does. He’ll still say yes and love you anyways.”
“I’ll never give you cookies again.”
“That is a price I am willing to pay,” he said, leaning forward and bopping their noses together. Her face scrunched in irritation
“Chaaaaaaat,” she whined, without any real malice.
“Sorry princess, this train has left the station and there is nothing you can do to stop me from sending this message.”
For one second Chat’s face filled with terror as he saw her eyes light up with a familiar gleam of inspiration, and then his mind went completely blank as she lunged forwards and planted her lips across his.
His whole body went rigid, his eyes wide as every nerve tingled at the feel of her so close.
Marinette grinned into the kiss as she felt him melt against her, his fingers losing their grip around her wrist as his eyes drifted shut and he let out an honest to god purr against her lips.
But just as she was about pull away and dive onto the computer to achieve victory, his hands reached up to cup her face and his head tilted slightly to deepen the kiss and all thoughts of moving fled.
Her brain dissolved into a pleasant haze as she savored the feeling of him kissing her, worshiping her. Time seemed to stop as their lips pressed and nibbled, exploring each other with delicious intimacy. By the time they finally broke apart, gasping for air, she wouldn’t have been able to tell you how they had even gotten into this position in the first place.
“Wow,” he breathed, nuzzling his nose against her neck, the hot whisper of his breath sending shivers up her spine. “You are absolutely amazing, My Lady.”
He kissed her softly on the hollow of her throat and instinctively she tilted her head to grant him better access.
“But there is one small flaw in this strategy of yours,” he said, even as his lips ghosted across the sensitive skin.
“What’s that?”
She heard a soft click.
Her eyes went wide.
“Now I HAVE to send that message.”
“Chat!”
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Marichat May Day 6: Game Night
marichat may masterpost
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…
#marichat may 2017#sortof adrinette#but it's coming from his chat side so let me get away with it?#otherwise known as an excuse to see adrien act like a cat#and feed alya's meddling/shipping#marinette#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe#nathalie sancoeur#super smash bros#kiyo does stuff#kiyo writes
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Chat Noir settled himself on Marinette's shoulder when she sat down for lunch. She could literally feeling the pride and contentment radiating off him. There was no doubt in her mind now that he'd been angling to become her familiar from their first meeting, and he was pleased with the witch he'd chosen. She wasn't sure why he'd chosen her, but it was a blessing.
"Marinette were you still going to go shopping this afternoon?" her mother asked as she added finishing touches to the three plates on the counter before her. She'd offered to take her daughter's usual weekend tasks so she could spend time with her new kitty.
Marinette glanced at the black cat and he leaned against her gently. I go where you go, his mind whispered to hers.
"Yeah," she was relieved he was willing to go out with their bond still so new. "I need a few things if I'm going to finish that project. Is there anything you need me to pick up?"
"Yes, if you…" Her mother's words cut off as she turned and noticed Chat Noir and his new collar. "Oh," she gasped. "You did do it. I thought I felt you summoning a ward, but you seemed determined to be sure." Her voice was soft and reverent. "Oh sweetie, he's perfect for you, I can see it." A couple of tears leaked unnoticed down her cheeks. "And you, sir," she addressed Chat Noir, "are most welcome to the family. I can't guarantee Tom and I will understand you, but you can always tell Callie if there's anything you need, and she'll tell us."
"Thank you Maman," Marinette said, reaching up to run a hand down Chat Noir's back. "You've made him happy."
"You can feel his emotions?" Her mother looked surprised. "You're a fast learner," she told the cat.
"I think I could kind of feel them before the ceremony," Marinette admitted. "And last night Nino said he could already see a familiar bond between us."
Her mother chuckled. "That kitty boy chose you, Mari. He wasn't letting you get away."
For much of the walk and train ride to the fabric store, Chat Noir was nestled snugly in a little sling Marinette wore across her chest. She was able to feel his contented purr, and she couldn't quite help resting one hand on his soft fur.
At the store, he returned to her shoulder, watching as her fingers poked and stroked various materials before adding the bolts to her cart.
"Good day, Miss Marinette," the shopkeeper called. "Working on another project, are you?"
"Hello Mr. Gavel." She turned and waved across the store. Even when she was very young, accompanied by her mother to pick out fabric for her learning experiments, he'd always been kind. He seemed to know, even then, that she would be a loyal long-term customer if he treated her well. "I've actually got two in the works."
The squat little man navigated around the racks toward her. "Is there anything I can help you... oh bless me, you've found your familiar!" He beamed at her.
Marinette couldn't prevent the gigantic return smile. She'd hoped he'd notice.
"Hello, sir," Mr. Gavel said, speaking directly to Chat Noir. "You are a very handsome fellow." He met Marinette's eyes. "And a black cat, at that. You lucky girl." His own familiar was an orange tabby with impeccable taste in ribbons. "Congratulations to you both."
"Thank you." Marinette giggled as Chat Noir's tail slipped around her neck, the tip lazily swishing to tickle her chin. "He's very special."
"I can see that," Mr. Gavel agreed. "Have you found everything? Ready for me to start cutting?"
Marinette nodded. "I need six of the black. I'm using it for two different projects. And three of the red." She held up a finger. "Oops. Still need some trim. I'll just bring that up when I find it."
"Sounds good," the shopkeeper agreed. "I'll get these going while you're at it."
They were blocks from home, Marinette's backpack heavy with her purchases when the yelling started. Her head shot up, and she felt Chat Noir shift in his sling, a low growl in his throat.
Down at the next street corner, surrounded by a sickly yellow glow, and levitating several inches off the ground, was her long time school bully Chloe. She was the spoiled only child of the Mayor, and she'd been tormenting Marinette years. Not to be outdone by anyone, she'd gotten her familiar shortly after Nino showed up at school with Trixx. Like most Parisan witches, she'd gone with a cat, but it was a purebred Siamese. He spent his time in class glaring at the other familiars and students, clearly judging them. Since then, the mocking had gotten worse, periodically crossing over into assault. But Chloe's father held too much sway over their school principal, and somehow Marinette was the one who got the blame when she reported problems.
"Marinette Dupain Cheng!" Chloe yelled, her magically enhanced voice harsh on the ears.
Without looking, Marinette reached to stroke Chat Noir, knowing his ears were pinned back. "What do you want, Chloe?" she tried to keep her voice as calm as possible. Surely there was someone around strong enough to defuse the arcane temper tantrum. Witches were not exactly rare. But she also didn't want to make things worse in the meantime.
"I heard you've finally found yourself a cat to bind to you." Chloe slowly floated closer, her blond hair spreading out and twisting in a breeze confined to the magical aura.
"I have found my familiar, yes," Marinette agreed. Chat Noir crawled out of his sling, using its fabric as claw-holds to climb back to his preferred perch.
"So it's true. You managed to trick a poor black cat into your service." Chloe sneered.
Marinette felt Chat Noir's hair raising against her cheek as he arched his back and growled at the other girl. "He chose me, actually," she corrected. "And he's not fond of you. So we'd both appreciate it if you could leave us alone."
"You should have known not to try to outshine me," Chloe snarled, raising her hands.
"Crap." Marinette pulled a paper sachet out of her pocket and cradled it in her palm, prepared to ignite it when necessary. The shield could be summoned instantly, but it was a stop-gap, used in the heat of the moment.
Chloe's hand shot out. The sachet burst into painless flames, and the shield absorbed the magic before dissipating.
"Chloe, get a grip!" Marinette snapped. "It's one thing to pick on me all day at school, but this is assault, and your father's protection won't help you here, not with so many witnesses."
Chloe screamed and swung her other hand out. Marinette braced herself for whatever mess her bully had to throw at her. The only saving grace was that she knew Chloe was more about showy appearances than substantive spells.
Mine. Chat Noir thought, launching himself off Marinette's shoulder to block the spell with his body.
"Nooo!" Marinette shrieked, lunging to catch the black cat before he could hit the ground. Dropping to her knees, she cradled him to her chest, her fingers caressing his face. His bright green eyes were cloudy now, and his muzzle shot with gray. Instead of turning Marinette into a hag, Chloe had aged Chat Noir. He nuzzled her fingers, his purr loud and uneven. Usually familiars aged along with their witches, but he was frail with old age. "No, no, no," Marinette whispered. "Why did you do that?" she wailed, her vision going blurry.
Mine. His thought whispered. Keep safe. He was so pleased with himself, even though he knew it could kill him. He expected to die, and if had kept her safe, he was content with it
"I will not allow it," Marinette said firmly, extending one hand, her fingers spread wide, toward Chloe. Though she vaguely registered that the other girl seemed to have realized how badly she'd fucked up, she didn't care. Regret didn't save her familiar. She felt the tendrils of Chloe's retreating magic, like strands of yarn. With a twist of her wrist, she wrapped the other girl's magic around her wrist, grasped it, and gave a yank.
Marinette closed her eyes and wove her own magic around the strands she'd stolen. "We reject that which was given in thoughtless anger," she whispered, not caring that she'd catch hell for using improvised magic without a ward. There wasn't time. "And we take back that which was taken by loving sacrifice." The magic flowed through her and into Chat Noir. His purr grew more steady.
Before letting go of Chloe's magic, Marinette knotted it. It wasn't a long term fix, but it would prevent Chloe from using it until a professional could clip it.
Marinette gasped and opened her eyes. Her dear sweet Chat Noir had been restored to his gangly state, his coat rich black and his eyes clear. "Oh Kitty. Don't scare me like that. I almost lost you." He pressed his face into her neck, purring for her now.
Worth it.
When she finally looked up, she was shocked by the crowd that had gathered. Chloe was being handcuffed, while another officer talked with some of the bystanders.
"Are you okay, Marinette?" A hand rested gently on her shoulder and she looked up. The young woman was a waitress at the cafe one door up. She was also a regular at the bakery. "Is your familiar going to be okay?"
Marinette nodded and struggled to her feet.
"Jake," the waitress called, her hand coming up under Marinette's elbow. "I'm taking Marinette home. I'll be back in a few minutes, and I'd be happy to talk to the police, then."
"Sounds good," a man replied.
"Come on, Marinette," the waitress said gently. "Let's get you two home where your parents can take care of you." She wrapped her arm around Marinette's shoulders. "You can talk to the police later, when you're not so upset."
Marinette let herself be led away, still clutching the nuzzly purring Chat Noir to her chest.
Marichat May, Day 14, Aged Up Chat Noir
30 minute speed write
I wrote this one before breakfast and today’s over lunch, so I’ll get that one up tonight yet.
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“Look, if I make you breakfast in bed, a simple ‘Thank You’ will suffice. None of this ‘How did you get in my house’ business,” the young girl huffed, one hand on her hip as she balanced a covered tray in the other. “So rude.”
“Alya!” Adrien whimpered, pulling his blankets even higher to cover himself from her gaze. “What are you doing here!?”
He immediately regretted his question at the feral grin that split the reporter’s lips. He squeaked in horror when she abruptly jumped into the bed next to him, still balancing the tray of food with seemingly little effort. Leaning into his personal bubble with little care for how he tried to back away, Alya’s next words did little to calm the racing of his pulse.
“I’m here because I’ve run out of patience, Agreste.”
“P-patience?”
“That’s right,” she nodded, crawling forward so that she was now looming over his hunched form. “I can’t stand it anymore. It’s been two years. I think I’ve waited long enough for you to open you eyes…”
Adrien took a deep breath as she sat back finally, a maniacal twinkle in her eyes--
“…so this is your official wake up call.”
--only to feel the wind knocked out of him by the unexpected pun. Staring at her with wide eyes while making small choking noises only made her grin grow larger and more satisfied, but he felt his brain stutter to a halt as her jest, as well as the implication of her words stalled out his thought process.
Alya was in his bedroom. On his bed. She had broken into his house, made breakfast, and was now in his bed, talking in riddles about… about…
‘Oh shit.’
He felt his skin flush so quickly he was surprised his blankets didn’t turn to ash around him. Suddenly unable to look at the girl across from him, Adrien tried to think of a diplomatic way out of what was quickly spiraling from very awkward to excruciatingly hazardous levels of embarrassment.
“Uh-I… I mean-uh, you,” he stammered, a small part of him thinking he must have caught the stutter-bug from Marinette. That small part sounded suspiciously like Plagg…
He shook the thought from his head before sitting up once more, sighing, “What I’m trying to say is, you’re a really nice girl, Alya, but… Nino is my best friend, and I could never do that to him. Also, I’m really not in—“
A sharp whack to the top of his head quickly silenced him.
“What the hell, Agreste!? I didn’t mean me!” Alya hissed in outrage. Hand back on her hip, she frowned at him, annoyance clear in her tone. “And how could you even think I would do that to Nino!? Not everyone is in love with you, ya know!”
Silence fell between them, her still glaring daggers at him and Adrien once more hiding behind the dubious protection of his comforter. After a few moments, she sighed in disgust, finally sliding off the bed and granting him some personal space as she muttered to herself.
“Well, okay, so you don’t know, or I wouldn’t be here in the first place.”
Not sure what she meant, he was lowering his downy shield when she abruptly set the covered tray down in front of him, causing him to flinch back.
Alya chuckled at his reaction, “Don’t worry, I promise it’s nothing dangerous.”
Adrien flushed once more, watching as she revealed a perfectly prepared omelet, bowl of cut fruit and still steaming croissant. Looking between her and the food, he raised an eyebrow in confusion.
Taking mercy on him, the reported gestured at the meal, “Eat up, model boy. You’re going to need your energy.”
“For what, exactly?”
“Your date with Marinette, of course!”
Hand still reaching for the croissant, Adrien was suddenly very grateful that he had yet to take a bite of anything, because he was pretty sure he would have choked on it at her blunt declaration.
“WHAT!?” He screeched.
“Your. Date. With. Marinette.” She tone was filled with laughter, but her face was pure seriousness. “Girl has been crushing hard on you for two years now, and I’ve made absolutely no progress with getting her to do something about it… so YOU’RE going to do something about it.”
“What!?” He repeated.
“By asking her on a date!” Alya finished, arms crossed in a look that said she was entirely too pleased with herself. “Now get to eating! We have a time-table we’re working with here!”
“Buh---who says I want to ask her on a date!?”
“…excuse me?”
That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because Adrien suddenly found himself facing down a version of Alya he’d only seen one other time… except this time she wasn’t akumatized, he wasn’t transformed, and there was no Ladybug to save him if she decided to lock him in a freezer and throw away the key. Which, if her frigid scowl was anything to go by, looked to be a viable outcome of this conversation if he didn’t tread carefully.
“I—“
“Are you saying you’re too good for Marinette?”
“No, I-“
“Then what, is there someone else you already like?”
“Well, no, not really, but-“
“So what is it!?” Alya persisted, voice scathing. “Is she too poor? Too ugly? Do you just hate her, or—“
“Of course not! Marinette’s beautiful, and amazing and any guy would be lucky to date her!”
Adrien hadn’t realized he’d been shouting over Alya until she grinned at him triumphantly. He sighed in defeat.
“Look, I didn’t mean that I didn’t want to ask her on a date, okay? In fact… I’ve really like Marinette for a while now, but…”
“But…?” Alya coaxed, rocking on her heels impatiently. He scowled at her, not liking how she was manipulating the situation without asking the participants how they felt about it.
“But if she’s not ready to tell me how she feels,” he continued, shoulders slumping slightly. “Then I’m not going to ambush her with my feelings just so you can scratch an itch. That’s not fair to her.”
The reporter just seemed more energized by his response, biting her lower lip in delight as she hummed her approval. Adrien found some of his annoyance with her behavior ease. It’s not like he wasn’t being honest- he really had fallen for his adorably shy classmate over the course of the past year, after Ladybug had made it clear that she was not interested in complicating their partnership with a romance. While he had initially rebelled and hoped to woo his Lady, in reality it was her coolheaded logic that won him over to the platonic side, and he couldn’t be happier for it. Because in all honesty, during that first year of freedom as Chat Noir, he had been so desperate to connect with others, to be connected with others and feel the love missing from his life, that he idolized his partner into an unachievable ideal. It was only after he gave up his romantic pursuit of her that they had grown more emotionally intimate, and Adrien had felt the closeness her truly desired.
It was after he’d found a best friend in Ladybug that he had felt the stirrings of more for his friend Marinette. Of course, he didn’t tell her- he had learned from his experience with Ladybug to not be too hasty, but then on top of that she always seemed so very flustered around him that he didn’t want to cause her more discomfort by expressing what very well might be one-sided feelings. So, he’d contented himself with her friendship, spending the time they had together getting to know her better through her interactions with others, and in the few rare moments when she seemed to calm down with him.
Although if what Alya said was true, her shyness was less discomfort and more unrequited feelings than he had originally assumed. Speaking of Alya…
“So, just to clarify, you like Marinette, but don’t want to bother her with your feelings?”
Something about the way she asked him that question was a little too innocent, making him respond with a careful, “…yes.”
Hands hidden behind her back as she practically vibrated with excited energy, she pushed, “And you’d like to take her on a date if she was ready to share her feelings?”
Green eyes narrowed with suspicion. “Alya, why are your hands behind your ba—“
“Just answer the question!”
“Yes, I’d love to take her on a date, okay? Now what do you have—“
He paled as she whipped her phone out from behind her, taping the Bluetooth button with her thumb. Marinette’s picture and contact information were prominently displayed on the screen, and the blonde felt his blood run cold. He heard a long beep as her phone’s speaker took over the audio portion of the call again.
“Your message has been recorded. Press 1 to delete it, or 2 to send.”
She had planned this all along. He wasn’t sure how much of their conversation she had managed to record in the voicemail, but he was certain it was enough. Scrambling out from under his blanket finally, he didn’t even flinch at the crash of dishes overturning, nor did he care that he was only in his boxers at the moment. All he knew was he couldn’t let her send that message. However, all Adrien could do was watch in abject horror as her thumb slid into place on the screen even as he barreled towards her. Snatching the phone from her, he began frantically smashing the number 1 key, praying that he got there in time, he got it in time, she didn’t press the two--
“Message sent.”
--and then reality came crashing down over him in the form of a very smug Alya.
“If you think that’s bad, you should see the picture I sent her before you woke up.”
So, this was a prompt by @leijon, based on the post “If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple “Thank You” will suffice. None of this “How did you get in my house” business. So rude”
It was supposed to be Marichat, and in the end you could argue there might be some Marichat AFTER this incident, but... yeah... I couldn’t resist Alya breaking into Adrien’s house because she was just done with this repressed-emotional nonsense.
Anywho, enjoy!!!
#ml#miraculous ladybug#marinette#adrien#alya#adrien agreste#marichat#adreinette#I don't know how to write conversations#or pairings#or anything but crack#deal with it#chat noir#chat#I love that boy
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