Going to have a go at Marichat May! And an added challenge of each chapter being 100-500 words.

As a heads up, there are two prompts for this month that involve sin and I am not interested in writing any sin at all. More than likely I'll do a different prompt for those days, or possibly just covering a makeout at most.


One thing Marinette adored about her balcony was coming up to enjoy it on a nice, peaceful, weekend morning. Not only was she usually free, that was the best time to enjoy it. Most people were inclined to sleep in on weekends, the noise was on the low, the air had a nice, lazy flow in it.

It was just a perfect, solid time to enjoy her balcony.

And as of this year, with Tikki with her now, she liked coming up with milk and cookies.

Something for both of them to enjoy as they relax, enjoy the still, lazy morning, watch pigeons go by, enjoy her roses against the bright blue sky, with Notre Dame looming elegantly before them.

It was solid, perfect routine for Marinette and Tikki.

So, it's very startling to come up and find that routine interrupted.

With milk carefully balanced on her plate, Marinette pushed her trapdoor open, just set that plate and glass on the ground when she saw a dark figure before her. Alarmed, she looked up to see Chat Noir lounging on her balcony floor, trying to lick his elbow, his leather suit gleaming with water.

She gaped, then loudly proclaimed in her surprise, "Chat!"

He jumped, whipping around in surprise to see Marinette there, his tongue still sticking out in an unconscious blep.

She gave him a flat stare, hand frozen in a seriously wave.

He chuckled sheepishly, rubbing his neck, his tail wagging about behind. "Hehe, hi?"

"What are you doing here this early in the morning?!" she demanded, crossing her arms with a huff. And why was he wet?

"Uuuuh," Chat dragged out, not too sure how to tell her he had to stop to clean himself when he got hit by a stray hose of someone that wasn't paying attention as they watered their balcony garden, and just wound up stopping at her house. His gaze settled on the glass she brought up, and pointed to it. "I was hoping to have a glass of milk?"