Hi readers! It's LadyArtzy here :) This is my very first FanFiction and I hope you'll enjoy it! I really want to improve my writing, so it would be awesome if you left some suggestions in the review section. Now this story is just something I made up using Miraculous Ladybug, all credit goes to this lovely show! U I love marichat stories; the pair's interactions are just so entertaining and sweet! So naturally, this story will revolve more around marichat. I do think there will be some parts with the other ships, just later in the story. I wanted to experiment with a more romantically involved prospect between the two main characters, so here it is!
~LadyArtzy
~ Marinette's POV ~
Under the shelter of a rusty, old bus-stop, Marinette stood shivering, grouching at her dimly lit phone, while the raging storm outside seemed to worsen by the minute. The rain poured down, splattering against the grimy windows as thunder cracked and lightning flashed throughout the angry sky.
Marinette sighed. It was just her luck that she just happened to get caught in one of the worst thunderstorms of Paris with a nearly-dead cellphone. She attempted to call Alya again, becoming frustrated as she eyed the little battery symbol which was draining fast. Marinette's call went straight to her best friend's voicemail, the phone speaking in the auburn-haired girl's voice, Bonjour! Sorry I can't pick up at the moment, leave a message and I'll get back to you later. Bye!
Marinette jabbed the end-call button, groaning as she noticed her phone's life was down to five percent. She couldn't call her parents since they were at an important meeting to sign a contract for the bakery, and none of her friends were answering her calls. Marinette paced impatiently, trying to come up with something she could do.
Tikki peeked up from inside of Marinette's purse. "Um, M-Marinette?" The little kwami's voice wavered. "I think I'm getting- …acHOO! …. sick." Tikki finished, sniffling as she wiped her nose with her tiny red paw.
"Don't worry, Tikki." Marinette assured her kwami, "I'll get you to a dry and warm area soon," she promised, concern growing for her little friend. The last time Tikki had gotten sick, she had needed special care and healing from Master Fu. This time, they were nowhere near Master Fu, and Marinette had no intention of tracking out in the swirling storm and risk Tikki getting even more sick.
With her kwami feeling unwell, Marinette couldn't transform into Ladybug, so her only and best option was to stay in the rickety bus-stop and wait out the storm. Marinette opened her purse to find Tikki snuggled up in the pink scarf she had placed in the purse to keep her kwami warm. Marinette desperately wished for a cookie that she could give Tikki to help her, but she hadn't thought of needing the sweet treats when she set out that morning. Where was luck when she needed it most?
Marinette felt completely useless as she peered out into the wet and dreary streets of Paris. Suddenly, she heard a muted thump land on top of her bus shelter. Marinette rushed outside the bus-stop and whirled around, searching for whatever had caused the noise, only to find herself staring into a pair of wide forest-green orbs.
Startled, Marinette stumbled back, trying to calm her racing heart. "C-Chat Noir?" Marinette breathed in surprise, pinching her arm to convince herself that the drenched, goldened-haired, black cat wasn't only an illusion.
Chat Noir, who also seemed surprised, peered down at her from the top of the bus stop. "Marinette!" He exclaimed, "what are you doing out here in the rain?"
Marinette smiled wryly. "I could ask the same for you, kitty. Aren't cats supposed to hate water?"
"Well, this cat certainly would face any inconvenience for his purr-incess!" Chat winked and grinned flirtatiously. But underneath his playful and carefree demeanor, Marinette could see that something was off. Her kitty was hiding something… but what? Marinette knew that Chat and his father didn't have the best relationship, and as Ladybug, Chat had once opened up to her about how lonely his home was, how it was comparable to a prison. Could this be the reason? The reason why the cat of Paris had escaped from his dark dungeon to relish in his freedom on this cold and stormy day? The same freedom she felt when she swung high above the rooftops of Paris? Marinette shook her inner-thoughts away. Chat aside, there were matters more important on hand. Matters like a sick kwami.
"Chat Noir, I really need your help right now," Marinette gestured to the storm around her. "If you don't mind, could I get a lift home?" Crossing her fingers behind her back, Marinette hoped Chat wasn't too distracted by his problems to help her home, where she could tend to her kwami.
"Of course, Princess!" Chat bowed, "I would be honored to help the lovely princess back to her good palace of sweets," he smirked, "and I ask for nothing more than a reward for this pleasure of mine."
"Oh, very well, kitty." Marinette huffed, "but get me home first. Please." She noticed that his pain was slowly ebbing away, leaving behind the kitty she knew and loved. She was glad for that.
"Your wish is my command, Princess." Chat replied, scooping her up and lifting them both into the air with his silver baton. Marinette made sure her purse was secured upon her shoulder before latching both arms around Chat's neck. Chat bounded across the rooftops of Paris as the rain pounded down on the pair. He sheltered Marinette in his arms as much as he could, while Marinette, in turn, sheltered her purse by clutching it tightly within her frame.
Marinette couldn't help but notice the wind tousling Chat's golden hair, making it seem more messier than usual. She wondered how it would feel to run her fingers through the fluffy hair, eyeing the droplets of rain that gathered at the ends of some strands. With her face pressed tightly against his suit, Marinette could feel the warmth being emitted from Chat's chest, sighing as she snuggled closer against her kitty. They were still far away from the bakery, so Marinette knew there was still more time she could relish in the heat that Chat produced.
As they traveled through the rain, Marinette began to feel drowsy. She let her eyes close for a second, resting her head on the crook of Chat's shoulder. He smells good, Marinette thought in surprise. Like sunshine and a forest, Marinette sniffed in wonder. Marinette felt Chat's chest rumble with laughter but couldn't bring herself to wonder why as her eyes slowly closed and she lost herself to a world of dreams.
Marinette awoke to someone shaking her shoulder gently. She whined softly, reaching her arms around and expecting to hug her pillow, but instead found herself hugging a set of broad shoulders and a head of soft hair. She blinked in surprise as she willed her sleepy mind to register where she was. Instead, her mind registered the soft, carefree laugh that sounded like summer. Suddenly, the world around her focused and she remembered where she was. Oh right! Chat Noir took me home. Marinette realized, and looked up at her grinning kitty.
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She must've been feeling unwell, as her eyes trailed his chiseled jawline and smooth features. His eyes were such a warm and inviting green, filled with mirth… and just look those lips! Marinette wanted to lose herself molding her own lips against his soft, perfect ones, all the while stroking her fingers through his thick, drenched hair… wait, what?! Marinette, what are you thinking? Marinette berated herself. He's Chat Noir! Your partner! You can't think of him this way! Marinette shook her head in denial, telling herself that her mind was just confused and she didn't know what she was thinking. Yes, she affirmed, the rain must've given me a fever, for suddenly, she felt hot and sweaty, and butterflies had somehow started fluttering in her stomach. It's just a fever, calm down, Marinette! She assured herself. He's nothing more than a partner a-and would he just stop looking at me so attractively? She flustered.
"Mari? Are you okay?" Chat Noir asked suddenly concerned. "You're burning up," he stated, eyebrows scrunched together in worry as he placed a cool hand on her hot forehead.
"A-ah, erm, yeah! I'm fine! Totally!" Marinette squeaked. Why was she thinking of Chat Noir like this? I just need a glass of water, I'm dizzy, she told herself, rising from Chat's arms and walking towards the trapdoor that lead downstairs. She leaned against the wall for a second to catch her breath. "Y-yeah, I'm… perfectly… fine." She panted, before the world started spinning and the ground came rushing up to meet her. Then everything went black.
Heehee so how was that? Not too shabby, I hope. I know my writing so far is pretty choppy, and I'll work on that. Please leave some constructive critisism in the reviews~ Thanks!
P.S. Do you think this is going too fast? Should the romance-y stuff come later? Who knows, I might write another story about my favorite ship in the show :)
~LadyArtzy