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#this girl REALLY loves chat noir. and was talking with another teenage coworker about how they love ladynoir
orcelito · 2 years
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Oat milk/slay teenage coworker has been watching miraculous ladybug. Which I know bc she was asking Everyone if they watched it. And I was just like 'I've never watched it, but I've learned some things from people I follow'
She just about lost her mind when I confirmed that Yes, I know about hawkmoth & him being adrien's dad
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sadrien · 7 years
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prince of cats
chapter two: this holy shrine
on ao3 || on ffnet  1
i was gonna say something but im in like a really really bad mood right now so i hope you enjoy the chapter
Marinette hesitates for longer than usual at her apartment door. There’s no way her neighbor will be out and about at this time today, she’s never run into him before yesterday. Maybe he just had an errand to run or something. She shouldn’t be nervous about the slim chance of seeing someone she’s exchanged not even half a conversation with.
At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself.
The reality of the situation is that she fell asleep on the couch in the middle of designing an evening dress and had dreamt about his eyes. His eyes! God it’s like she’s a teenager again.
Just as she’d predicted, she doesn’t run into her neighbor. She’s strangely disappointed. Not that she had been looking forward to see him, she just—
Okay. Yes, she’d been looking forward to at least catching another glimpse of him. She kind of wants to hear his voice again, maybe hear him laugh?
For some reason, she thinks it would sound like springtime—
Marinette shakes away those wistful thoughts as she exits the building and makes her way to work. She focuses on the evening gown she started designing the day before and makes a point not to use any green. But she can’t help but think that it would look really nice with green accessories.
Why is she like this?
If any of her coworkers notice that she’s a little off, no one says anything. They probably don’t, they’re all drowning in anxiety as they rush to finish this line, but Marinette can’t help but worry a little whenever she catches herself staring off into the distance thinking about his smile.
Eventually, she gives in and pulls out her phone, texting Alya quickly. She should’ve told Alya yesterday at lunch. It probably would’ve turned out better.
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Sos      I need help
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      babe arent u in work???      but as always im here to help and fix everything
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Theres a guy and hes cute
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      idk what i was expecting but it wasnt that
Marinette resists the urge to bang her head against her worktable. She just needs one rant to Alya and hopefully all this will be over. She’ll get over this tiny infatuation and move on with her life. And stop thinking about his gorgeous green eyes and how he’d stared at her when— 
Her phone vibrates with a new message and breaks her out of her daydream.
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      k so theres a guy      how can i help
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Good question      I jsut?? Cant stop thinking about him????
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      oh wow      how come ive never heard about this guy??
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Um…      I met him yesterday???
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      girl
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      I know I know!!!      We ran into each other      Literally      And he was tall and blond and pretty and was wearing this gorgeous black trenchcoat but thats off topic and he had this cat that for some reason was all sparkly??? And his eyes were nice and I dont even know his name and Im going to stop talking and just send this message so you can judge me
Marinette puts her phone down and focuses on her job for a few minutes. Alya will still be there when this hem is done. She’s surprised to find herself in the zone and is even to ignore a few vibrations from her phone as she stitches. But it’s not meant to last, because as soon as she finishes the hem, she’s reaching to reply.
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      oh girl      uve got it bad      for a complete stranger!!!!!      im not gonna judge i find random people hot all the time but im not usually this…….fixated on them
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Just do it al      Call me creepy
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      ur a beautiful tropical fish mari      u poetic and noble land mermaid      ur not creepy ur in love
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      You cant be in love with someone you just met Alya!!!!!!!!
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      tell that to cinderella!!!!!!!!!!!!
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Plot twist this is real life al not an animated disney movie      I cant fall in love with someone I met ONCE
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      not with that attitude
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Oh my god      Look I dont even know his name
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      so we make up a name!!      lets see………      ive got it      chat noir      ur prince is named chat noir
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Excuse me
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      he has a cat      he wore black      chat noir
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Youre truly the voice of our generation
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      ;*      k i have to get back to work and i kno u do too (smh using me to procrastinate how dare u (ilysm)) but ill call u later      u me and nino can freak out about cute boys      k??
From: fashion goddess To: the Most Beautiful      Sounds great      Thanks <3
From: the Most Beautiful To: fashion goddess      of course darling!!      have fun with ur fashion ill hear u yell later
Marinette puts her phone away. She can last until tonight. Right?
Thank god it’s Friday.
✦ ✦ ✦
By the time her lunch break comes around, Marinette has been productive enough that she could’ve stayed home and the results would’ve been the same. She shouldn’t be letting something so trivial get in the way of her actual paying job, but apparently she has no control over her own thoughts.  
Marinette seriously debates taking the rest of the day off (because that’s really what she’s come to) but acknowledges that, no, that’s a bad idea. She’s an adult with deadlines and will get over it and be productive for the rest of the day.
She does go home for lunch, though. She has leftover takeout in her fridge and an episode of a random TV show to finish. She had stopped paying attention at some point to focus on her designs, but she had been weirdly invested in the over dramatic characters and cliche plotline.
Marinette is digging through her bag looking for her keys when she hears the door next to her unlocking. She freezes, eyes wide, as the door swings open.
Her neighbor hums to himself as he closes and locks the door behind him. He doesn’t even notice she’s there until he turns around and they make eye contact and Marinette goes redder than last winter’s avant garde piece.
“H-hi,” she stutters, clutching her keys tightly in her hand. She can feel the ridges of the key biting into her palm.
He blinks a few times before turning pink. “Oh my god,” he whispers, “you’re the one I completely knocked over and then ran away from yesterday.”
Marinette laughs awkwardly. “Yeah, that was… That was me.”
He rubs the back of his neck. “I-I am so sorry. I really, I just— I had to go grab Plagg before he vanished on me and I wasn’t thinking and then when I got back you were gone and—”
“It’s fine!” Marinette interrupts. At least she’s not the only mess in this hallway. “Plagg?”
“My cat,” he answers.
She raises an eyebrow. “The…sparkly one?”  
“Um…” He sighs. “Okay, so I might’ve used a bath bomb and I might’ve forgotten to rinse out the bathtub and Plagg might have gotten into it and might’ve rolled around in the glitter.” He looks away. “So my black cat might’ve been gold.”
Marinette covers her mouth with her hand to stifle a laugh.
“He’s fine!” her neighbor insists. “He got a bath and is hopefully completely glitter free now and also that glitter is made of seaweed so… He’s fine. Sorry for knocking you over.”
“No harm done,” Marinette promises.
His eyes go wide. “I just realized, I’ve been rambling on about my cat and you don’t even know my name.” He holds his hand out to her. “I’m Adrien. I’ve lived in the building for a few months I just…never got around to introducing myself to anyone.”  
Marinette smiles and shakes his hand. At least she can tell Alya they don’t have to call him Chat Noir. “Marinette. It’s nice to meet you. And your cat.”
“Nice to meet you too.” Adrien lets go of her hand and she mourns the loss of contact. Pathetic. “I have to run to the store, but maybe I’ll see you around later?”
Marinette nods. “Y-yeah, definitely.”
He shoots her a dazzling smile that melts her heart. “See you then.”
She stares at him until he disappears into the stairwell and continues to stare until the echoes of his footsteps fade. The she opens her apartment door and nearly collapses inside.
She’s going to be lucky if she makes it back to work in time.
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“Alright,” Alya says, pouring herself a glass of wine. “I’ve filled Nino in on the little situation and we are ready to yell about our tall, blond, and handsome Chat Noir.”
“You better be pouring me some of that,” Nino says from offscreen.
Marinette resizes her Skype window as Alya scoots over so Nino can sit next to her. Alya hands Nino the wineglass. “Here you go, babe.”
Nino takes it. “Are you not going to need another glass?”
Alya picks up the bottle. “Nothing wrong with drinking straight from the bottle.”
Nino shakes his head. “Anyway, tell us everything, Mari. I want to know it all.”
Marinette pulls her legs up onto the couch and crosses them. “Well…there was actually a development.”
Alya and Nino exchange a look.
“Tell me everything,” Alya says.
“Right, so remember when my neighbor moved out a few months ago?” Marinette asks.
They both nod.
Nino shudders. “Thank god too, I hated that dude. He was a massive dick.”
“Okay, well, then that new neighbor moved in and I never had time to meet them?” They nod again. Marinette takes a deep breath. “I just met him.”
Nino groans and Alya buries her face in her hands.
“He’s your fucking neighbor?” Nino asks. “That’s just—”
“You could’ve been gawking him for months!” Alya interrupts throwing her arms out.
“I just—”
“Wait, how have you never run into him before?” Nino asks. “Does he never leave the house?”
Marinette shrugs. “We must have very different schedules.”
Alya sighs. “And this isn’t fanfiction. People don’t just knock on their neighbor’s door asking for a cup of sugar.”
“His name is Adrien and his smile is like the sun,” Marinette waxes, sinking back into the couch. “He likes bath bombs and has a black cat named Plagg and when he blushes he turns the most perfect shade of pink.” She tenses. “I mean—” She glances to her laptop to see Alya and Nino watching her with fond smiles and soft eyes. Marinette looks away, feeling her cheeks grow hot. “Shut up,” she mumbles.
“It’s cute,” Nino promises.
“It is,” Alya agrees. “We haven’t seen you like this in years, Mari. It’s adorable. You’re adorable.”
Nino hums in agreement. “Though it sucks that we can’t keep calling him Chat Noir. I like the nickname.”
Alya scoffs. “Who said I was going to stop calling him Chat Noir? But…” She pulls out her phone. “With a real name, I can stalk him on social media.”
“Please don’t,” Marinette begs.
“Please do,” Nino counters, leaning closer to Alya to see the screen of her phone.
“Nino!”
“Hey! I want to see if this dude is as hot as you say he is.”
Marinette raises an eyebrow. “I’m sorry, are you doubting my judgement?”
Nino shakes his head. “Never. But if he is that hot, I still want to see him.” “I know you have a girlfriend, but I’ve still got dibs.”
“I’d leave Alya if he were hot enough.”
Alya grabs a pillow and smacks Nino in the face with it without even looking away from her phone screen.
Nino laughs and shoves the pillow away. “I love you, Al, I swear.”
“Mhm.” Alya frowns at her phone. “Okay, Mari, just ‘Adrien’ isn’t enough for me to find him—”
“Shocking,” Marinette murmurs.
“Shush I’m doing you a favor. With any luck he’ll be tweeting about how drop dead gorgeous his neighbor is or something. But anyway, I need you to get me some details. A last name would be preferable. But even like a place of work or a school would work.”
“Creepy,” Nino says before taking a long drink of his wine.
“And yet you date me anyway,” Alya muses. She looks up and stares Marinette down. “Last name, Marinette. Got that?”
Marinette nods. She’s going to have to find some non creepy way to do this, isn’t she? “Got it.”
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Marinette doesn’t wake up until ten in the morning, but she still wakes up exhausted. She stayed up far too late talking to Nino and Alya, Alya still trying to find some trace of Adrien on the internet as Nino and Marinette talked about anything and nothing at all. It’s been a few weeks since the three of them just talked like that, their lives are a hectic disaster, and Marinette’s missed it. They’ve been best friends for years and she definitely misses seeing them every single day at school.
She sings softly to herself as she wanders around the apartment, opening windows to let air in. It’s a surprisingly warm day for late fall, and she’s embracing every minute of warmth that she can.
Today’s a lazy day. She’s decided.
She’s meeting up with Nino and Alya later tonight for dinner and a movie at their apartment, but until then she can just lounge around in her pajamas and watch bad reality TV. Honestly, she’ll probably show up to their place in pajamas too. Not that they can judge, Marinette knows for a fact that Nino doesn’t change out of his sweats if he has a day off.
Marinette stops in her tracks when she reenters her bedroom. She blinks a few times, just to make sure she’s seeing right.
On her window sill naps a black cat, glittering slightly golden in the morning sun.
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