Fun Fact?
Marinette dragged her eyes away from Mme. Bustier at the front of the room. Her eyebrows raised slightly. Fun fact? What does that mean?
What do you mean? she wrote back with a cute questioning smiley face.
Tell me a fun fact about yourself.
Marinette glanced back up at her teacher. She hadn't noticed Marinette's wavering attention yet.
I like designing
Something I don't know, M.
Fine fine
I don't have a middle name
Really?
Yeah, but I have two last names so it sorta makes up for it
A response didn't appear for a minute, and Marinette started to wonder what had happened. She began to panic. What if he had been driving? What if a car hit him? What if someone confronted him on the street and he was being robbed?
Another message appeared a second later, messily scrawled for someone with always perfect handwriting. Got caught.
She exhaled. Of course. Just the overbearing teacher.
Hope I don't get caught. My teacher's nice but really doesn't like when
"Ahem," A voice cleared behind her. Marinette froze, turning slowly and slipping her arm behind her back to hide the messages. A stern blue gaze stared down at her.
"Uhh… Sorry?"
"Marinette, I understand you haven't met your soulmate yet, but you do not have the right to write them during my class. Save that for your lunch breaks," Mme. Bustier informed her, making Marinette nod and blush. Marinette waited until Mme. Bustier had reached the end of the room before scribbling back: Got caught too
We're a pair, aren't we?
Match made in heaven, apparently
Well, I may have never seen your face
Marinette waited a moment until the rest of the message appeared.
— But you're clearly an angel.
She muffled a snort into her hand. Her soulmate was a man she had never met, but he knew exactly how to make her laugh.
A was a person she didn't know much about. She knew he was a man, around the ages 16-18, who was homeschooled his whole life. She knew his writing was always neat, every letter formed perfectly, with perfect grammar and punctuation. She knew his love of puns held no bounds, and that he couldn't leave the house much because of a "condition". He never bothered to specify what type of condition, though it seemed debilitating.
She also knew he didn't want to meet her yet.
A told her that he didn't want to force their meeting. They were both away of the people who wrote down their location on their hand and met up with their soulmate as soon as they could. Marinette wasn't bothered by his waiting game, but she couldn't help but wonder when he would be ready. They clearly got along well. Marinette had been drawing him pictures even before she knew he would be seeing them too. She laughed at his flirts and jokes, while he seemed fascinated by every little fact she told him about herself. She couldn't help but ask herself why.
Marinette didn't respond to the flirt, instead drawing a very undetailed sketch of an angel on her palm. She watched as a small detail was added to the angel. A handlebar mustache scribbled itself onto her palm, and looked away in fear of bursting into loud laughter in the quiet classroom.
You're gonna make me laugh in the middle of class? Cruel
You should know by now, princess. I live to serve you. Just ask and I will stop.
Never said that
That's why you're purrfect.
Tone it down there
Fine.
Fun Fact?
Marinette stopped sewing when another message popped up onto her hand. Messages from a soulmate disappeared once you washed them off, along with your own messages. Marinette always cleared her body at the end of the day, awaiting a new conversation the next day.
Bored?
Very. Entertain me, my dearest?
Hmmm… I prefer Chat Noir over Ladybug?
A didn't answer for a while, and she worried she had offended him.
Why?
Uh oh. A one word answer meant he was upset.
Idk I just think he's more important than people give him credit for. Ladybug is great but Chat Noir is helpful and kind and good with people. Ladybug is the soldier, Chat Noir is the soldier and the Marketing department.
I have a feeling Chat Noir wouldn't mind being called a Marketing Department :).
Oh good, a smiley face. He must've been confused.
What about you? I have a feeling you like Ladybug more
Guilty as charged.
"Did you see that one, Tikki?" Marinette wiggled in her seat, giggling.
"No, what is it?" Tikki asked from her seat in front of Marinette's laptop. She was watching anime in Japanese. She didn't need the subtitles.
"He said he likes Ladybug! God, he's the best!"
"Are you going to ask him to meet up?"
"I don't think so. He said he'll tell me when he's ready."
Tikki was quiet.
"What if he's never ready?"
Marinette didn't have an answer for that.
Chat Noir was late to patrol, but this time she couldn't be mad. He had the biggest smile on his face.
"Apparently, between the two of us, my soulmate likes me more!" Chat Noir flipped his imaginary ponytail. Ladybug snorted.
"Well, mine likes me better. I guess that's why they're our soulmates, then."
"Makes sense."
With that, Ladybug leapt off the rooftop, swinging her yoyo frantically, reaching out to the other side of the street. Chat Noir followed, leaping over the gap between buildings, black suit reflecting the moonlight.
The night was clear, for once. The stars were dim in the polluted city, but the ones that were still visible were shining bright enough to make the night magical. The moon, round and full, illuminated the dark streets of Paris, reflecting of the windows and car windshields. Ladybug could see children point to the sky, swearing to their mothers that they saw Ladybug and Chat Noir swing by in the dead of night.
"So," Chat Noir started, grunting as he vaulted over a railing. "Have you met your soulmate yet?"
Ladybug huffed. "We shouldn't be talking about this."
"C'mon bug, that's what you always say. Knowing if you've met your soulmate won't make Hawkmoth get our Miraculouses any faster than it will makes us get his. Take some weight off your shoulders. We both know keeping secrets from our loved ones sucks."
Ladybug was quiet, swinging through the thick black air, pondering deeply. He had a point.
"I trust you, My Lady."
That was her breaking point. She sighed. "I haven't met my soulmate yet. He doesn't want to meet."
That surprised Chat. "What? Really? Why?"
"I'm not sure. He never gave me a straight answer. I'm too… cautious to bring it up again."
"Weird." Chat went silent.
"What about you, Chat Noir?"
"Nope. We're not ready yet. But she does have a good sense of humor, so that makes it tempting."
"Of course she does. Only one person could like those cheesy puns."
"Yeah, she's one of a kind."
"Honestly? He is too."
"Oh yeah?"
"He has perfect punctuation and grammar, never makes a mistake. I've really improved in school because of him. It's super helpful for essays."
"Interesting…" Again, Chat went silent.
"Whatcha thinking about?" Ladybug prompted, scanning the horizon for any rogue explosions.
"Bunch of stuff. Mostly my SM. No. No. My soulmate. I see why no one calls it that ever. That was a mistake."
"One I can forgive. Curiosity did kill the cat, after all." Ladybug giggled.
"Satisfaction brought it back, however. And I am perfectly satisfied with calling it soulmate now, thank you very much. But yeah."
"Soulmates."
"Soulmates."
Fun Fact?
Marinette blinked groggily at the message tingling her arm. It was goddamn six in the morning why was he doing this on a Sunday?
why
Why what?
it is way to early
*too
going back to sleep
Really quick one?
Marinette flicked her eyes over the message a few times. She groaned and racked her brain.
If you wake me up before eight any other time in my lifetime unless im in labor and too asleep to realize it i will murder you
I will remember that, princess. Sweet dreams.
"My soulmate is a true sleeping beauty."
"Why's that?"
"She likes to sleep in."
"So does half the planet?"
"Yeah, but she looks good doing it."
"You met up?"
"No, I'm just picturing her in my head."
"Do you know what she looks like?"
"No. Why? I can imagine her well enough!"
"Sure thing, Chat. Let's finish this patrol quick. I need to go back to sleep."
"I guess there are two of you, huh?"
"Shut up."
Fun Fact?
This game is getting hard?
Better one.
Marinette thought for a bit.
I never watched an anime as bad as SAO
Oooh… Good choice, but personally I never liked Fairy Tail. The plot was all over the place and the characters were really awful and I just couldn't get past the first season.
Yeah that show sucked too
How about you? You give me a fun fact, and make it a good one
A didn't answer for a while.
You've probably seen my face before.
Marinette raised an eyebrow at that.
Why's that?
Ah ah ah… One question per day.
I've given you multiple facts per day, jerk
Yes but I like to play by the rules, princess.
Oh, quiet. Go watch fairy tail and be sad
Princess has a bite
Princess will bite when provoked
Princess wanna bite me? :3
She didn't answer, instead heading immediately for the bathroom to wash those cursed words off her arm.
"My Lady, before you leave for the night, what animes do you hate?"
"Sword Art Online and Fairy Tale." Ladybug answered immediately, ignoring the bad taste that filled her mouth when she spoke those words.
"Right. I'll see you tomorrow, then."
"Bye, Chat." She waved and leapt off the roof. Chat Noir hesitated, before heading after her.
Marinette detransformed cautiously, slipping into her room through the trapdoor on her balcony. She had settled in bed and pulled out her newest book, when footsteps pounded on her balcony above her. She froze, sharing a glance with Tikki. That didn't sound good.
She hesitantly peeked her head out from the trapdoor, brandishing a rolling pin before her. The trapdoor squeaked, and the figure on the roof turned. Glowing green eyes pierced her through the darkness.
"Chat Noir?" Marinette asked. He grinned.
"Heya, dear civilian. Any chance you… is that a rolling pin?"
Marinette huffed. "You did land on a bakery. What did you expect, a golf club?"
Chat grinned wider. "You've got spunk."
"Did you need something?"
"Yeah, any chance you saw Ladybug go by? I needed to…" He trailed off again, his eyes finding the words written on her arm. She hadn't washed them off yet.
"Yes?"
"To speak with her." He finished, the words coming naturally from his subconscious, as it was clear he was no longer concerned with Ladybug. She shuffled backwards, and Chat Noir broke his gaze.
"No, I haven't seen her. What was it you needed to see her about?"
"Nothing too important. I just forgot the next date for patrol."
"Ah. Well, if I see her, I'll let you know?"
"That'd be great, thanks!" He saluted her and hopped off the roof.
Tikki floated up from her jacket. "That was odd."
"A bit, yeah. We should probably go after him and remind him it was next week."
Marinette transformed and went into the night again. But, after searching for half an hour, Chat Noir was nowhere to be found.
Marinette was sitting at her desk when she heard footsteps again. She glanced at Tikki. Again?
Chat Noir had started to visit her more frequently than seemed normal. It was weird. She had never seen him take a liking to a civilian so quickly, but he seemed to find her"spunk" entertaining, and kept coming back for more. That, and more cookies.
"What is it now, Chat—" Marinette cut herself off when a pair of angry red eyes met hers, a large contrast to the soft, playful green eyes she was used to.
"Where is Ladybug? And Chat Noir?"
"I-I think they're at the Eiffel Tower?" Marinette offered weakly. The Akuma growled.
"Fine. But I'll take you as a souvenir!" The red hand reached out to grab Marinette. She recoiled, hand reaching down to summon Tikki. However, there was no need.
A low growl, followed by a blur of black tackled into the red Akuma. They tumbled off the edge of her roof, and Marinette saw a flash of blonde hair. She raced to the edge, peering over to see Chat Noir crush the Akuma's skull with a swift strike of his staff. The Akuma roared angrily, taking to the streets. Chat Noir flipped his hair, and launched himself back up to her balcony and landing gracefully on her railing.
"You didn't get hurt, did you purrincess?"
Marinette rolled her eyes. "No. But you should probably stop that Akuma before someone else does."
Chat Noir grinned. He carefully leaned down, taking her hand gently in his, and placing a light kiss atop the back of her hand. She flushed red.
"Stay safe, purrincess."
"I-I will." She managed to say as he winked and leapt off the roof. She watched him go, before flushing darker and racing to her railing to angrily yell, "A-and stop calling me that!"
Fun Fact?
Right now?
Or later, whatever's more convenient for you, princess.
Fine fine… I've spoken to Chat Noir recently.
What a coincidence! So have I!
Really?
Why yes! And I bragged all about you!
Well that makes sense. He calls me princess
That doesn't sound like his style.
Marinette narrowed her eyes. He wasn't going to make her say it, was he?
He calls me purrincess
That sounds more like him.
Sounds like you. Did you tell him to do that?
Purrhaps?
You're a dork
A dork that you love?
Maybe
Well, I love you too.
Marinette hesitated. They had never said that before.
Why not? A voice in her head asked. Why not? Your feelings are clear. Your future is clear. It will be with him. And this may be the next step to meeting him.
Yeah yeah, dork, that much is clear
I'm glad. I wouldn't want you to misunderstand my feelings. Us not meeting is really protecting you.
Why?
Like I said, you've seen my face before.
Are you a crime lord or something?
Crime lord at 17 would have to be some type of world record, right?
Not if its you
Meowuch!
Okay that's where this conversation stops. Goodnight, A
Fair enough. Goodnight, M. Sweet Dreams of my pretty face?
Dont push it
Just regular sweet dreams, then, princess.
I love you.
Marinette smiled sleepily. That was nice to see.
Love you too, dork
Fun Fact?
You're enjoying this game too much?
I enjoy everything when it comes to you.
Sap
I thought I was a dork?
You're that too
I'm outside right now. It's nice outside.
What are you doing?
Is this sexting?
How dare you? I am a gentleman. I am simply curious as to what you are spending your time doing.
Thank god cause I'm doing homework and i'm not sure how to make that sexy.
True, it is hard to turn something so mundane into something attractive.
Though I'm sure you could make it work.
Dork
I thought I was a sap?
I thought I said you were both?
True, princess. You did clarify those exact words.
How about you tell me a fact now, since that's the new rules?
Well, I'm sort of sick.
Like cold sick or very high fever sick?
Just a cold.
Though the medication is really getting to me.
I wanna be reckless.
Actually…
What?
But A never answered. She waited a minute, then two, then three, until she was worried he had done something so stupid he had lost his fingers. The thump of feet onto her balcony made her jump
"Chat Noir?"
"Purrincess," he greeted, bowing with his usual grin. She exhaled heavily.
"You scared me."
"My apologies. That was not my intention." He glanced down at her arm. "Talking to someone special?"
"Yes, and now I'm concerned because he stopped answering."
"Hmm, that is worrying. Can you call him?"
"I don't even know his name, Chat."
"Why not?"
"He's secretive? I dunno."
Chat Noir was silent as he perched onto her railing.
"What do you need today?"
"I need cuddles?"
"No."
"You're no fun."
"I'm loyal to my soulmate."
"Like I said, no fun."
Marinette rolled her eyes. "How is that not fun?"
"You don't even know who your soulmate is and you're loyal to him? Besides, it's not like I was gonna kiss you or anything. I'm just a cat who needs cuddling."
"Nerd."
"Nerd who needs cuddles," Chat Noir corrected her. She raised an eyebrow, before sighing and scooting over. He grinned widely and leapt off the railing to join her.
It wasn't long before they became comfortable; Chat tucked under her arm as she wrote the correct answers to her homework. Chat Noir purred, sending warmth straight to her core. She felt his soft hair against her neck. His green eyes were closed most of the time, but occasionally she'd glance down to find him staring at the words on her skin.
"Why are you so interested in my soulmate?"
"He seems odd. Especially since he doesn't want to meet you."
"It's his decision. I wouldn't be comfortable forcing him to do it anyways."
Chat purred in response, green eyes flickering to the red speck he would occasionally see flickering past the glass trap door window. He knew Ladybug's kwami had more sense than Plagg, but he was excited to meet her. And this cold syrup was rotting his brain.
"Can I borrow that pen?" he asked, pointing to the black ballpoint pen in her hand. She looked at him, eyebrow cocked.
"Why?"
"I need to show you something, purrincess. It's essential to my demonstration."
"Fine, but you better not draw on my face or something," Marinette rolled her eyes, missing Chat's devious grin.
"Oh, of course not." Chat purred, snuggling against her chest. She sighed, sinking lower into the chair, eyes falling closed.
She barely felt the tip of the pen scrawl across her face, but she definitely noticed Chat's snickers at the end. Her eyes flew open.
"What did you… oh my god." She stiffled a giggle. Either Chat had a mirror handy, or his soulmate had scribbled a handlebar mustache onto her upper lip. "Chat, you've got a little something on your face."
"So do you," Chat grinned. She froze. She narrowed her eyes. She looked sideways. She gasped.
Her hands flew before she could think, scrambling out of the chair and rushing down into her room. She dashed to her vanity, and low and behold:
A matching mustache graced her features.
She slowly made her way back up to the balcony, to see Chat Noir sitting gracefully on her railing, a bashful smile on his face.
"Surprise?"
She almost tackled him off the roof with her hug.
He laughed hard, holding her back just as tightly as he held her.
"How did you know?" she asked, voice muffled by his chest.
"I can read your mind, Bugaboo."
"Answer the question, dork."
"I saw the writing, I asked the same questions and received the same answers, and I've never seen that high quality spunk in another girl before."
Marinette pulled away, only enough to reach up and cup his face. Her fingers graced the edges of his mask. "I love you, Chat Noir."
His face split into an even wider smile. "I love you too, Marinette."
She pulled him down, and captured his lips onto hers.
Marinette arrived to school on Monday feeling refreshed. She had woken up on time, thanks to a certain Kwami, successfully eaten a great breakfast, thanks to a certain mother, and gathered all her things, thanks to a certain father.
Her day was going great.
Until she arrived at school.
"Did you see him?
"Oh he's so handsome!"
"I'd love to be his soulmate!"
"I think he's my soulmate!"
"Did you hear the news, girl?" Alya slid up to Marinette, bumping their hips together. Marinette clutched her back tighter.
"Some new kid?"
"Yep! He's a total snack, too."
"I dunno, I heard he was a solid meal, Al." Nino said, appearing on Marinette's other side. Alya laughed, reaching across Marinette to punch her soulmate in the arm.
"I also heard he's a friend of Chloe's," Nino added. Marinette huffed.
"Great. I bet I'll hate him."
That wasn't necessarily the case.
Marinette walked into class to see Chloe and Sabrina giggling from their seats, looking at a blonde figure hunched over at Marinette's seat. From the looks of things, he was putting gum on her seat.
"Hey!" Marinette yelled, stomping forward. Alya gasped at the sight.
The boy looked up, tissue in the other hand. "I was trying to remove it!" He uttered, breathless.
Both of them froze.
"No way," Marinette muttered. The boy started to laugh. He stood up, heading down the stairs to reach Marinette.
"No way," Marinette repeated. "Adrien Agreste? You're Adrien Agreste?"
"Ah, so you've heard of me!" Adrien said, delighted.
She shoved his chest, and a few of their classmates gasped. "You ass! That's what you meant by 'you'll see me soon'? You absolute dork!"
"Keep saying stuff like that, and this class will think you hate me," he warned, eyes sparkling. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him into a hard kiss, causing more classmates to gasp and shriek.
"I love you, Adrien. Even if you're a complete dork who enrolls in his soulmates class without telling her." She muttered against his lips as they seperated. He grinned goofily.
"I love you too, bug."
A stomp sounded next to them. They glanced over to see Chloe throw her bag across the room and scream, "Unacceptable!"
"Deal with it, Chloe." Marinette rolled her eyes, pulling Adrien back down to her lips.
Uh so this is rushed and I busted this out in like an hour? idk what to say but this is gonna be a little thing I go back to whenever i have a small idea or writers block so it'll have inconsistent updating and stuff...
So let me know what you thought if you would please!
Thanks!
~ Ani