Will You Be My Purrincess?
Pairing: MariChat
Marinette groaned as she fell face first onto the comfort of her bed. She reached out to one of the pillows above her and rolled over before burying her face deep into its softness. She let out another groan before bringing the pillow downwards towards her stomach, her eyes now fixated on the lights above her.
It was almost the end of the school year, which meant the beginning of the exam period and the start of oral presentations. She's been spending countless hours after school at the library with Alya and a few of her other classmates. They've been cramming and inputting the last finishing touches on their last few projects.
"Just one more week," Marinette thought to herself as she raised her arm to cover her eyes. "And then another couple for exams…" Marinette flung her arm to the side before letting out another loud groan. She kicked her feet on her bed, feeling hopeless for the days to come.
It's already been a couple weeks since the start of this despairing period. She hadn't the time to do anything but study. And, of course, save Paris from those who became a hypnotized goon of Hawk Moth. Other than that, there was absolutely no time for sewing, video games, and most importantly, Adrien. There was no time for her to further pursue the boy that made her emotions go haywire.
Truth be told, Marinette probably had a few spare minutes in her day immerse herself with her hobbies or talk to Adrien. He seemed so tired lately, and Marinette wanted to know why, but she couldn't ask him because she had other things to worry about. Her extra minutes were just taken by something else - someone else to be exact.
Marinette glanced over at her window upon noticing a familiar tail slightly wagging before disappearing from her sight. She sat up on her bed before looking up at her ceiling.
She could feel it. He was here. Again.
Marinette let out a sigh as she stood up and walked over to the staircase that would lead her up to the balcony. She hadn't the slightest idea as to why he had a constant need to visit her. She was on her balcony once, during nightfall, reading a book with a dim light that was attached to the corner of the hard cover. She was fully immersed with the words on the pages, that she didn't notice him intently staring at her. He then asked her about the book, and before she knew it, they were talking for an hour. It would have want on till dawn, but his ring began to beep.
She was taken by surprise when she found herself actually enjoying the conversation. She only knew what she saw of him as LadyBug, and well, other than being a good teammate, there were a couple things that stuck out like a sore thumb. He was a constant flirt and made way too many puns. But aside from all that, he was also just a normal person. He had his own problems. His own opinions. His own morals. It was kind of foolish for Marinette to think that he was nothing but a flirt, but as the days went by, his visits became frequent, and Marinette enjoyed every second of it. She was grateful for getting to know him much more than she initially did, and it greatly helped her when working with him as LadyBug. She felt like their bond as partners has strengthened, despite him not knowing that she was also his partner in crime.
The only thing that Marinette absolutely dreaded was that after she asked him to leave her alone until the end of the school year, he just wouldn't oblige to her request. Every night, he would come to her balcony, and wait for her to come out. Marinette thought that the gesture was sweet, but she really needed to focus. She didn't even have the time to talk about boys or trivial daily things with Alya (other than their assignments), and Alya was her go to person. That obviously meant that she didn't have the time to talk about anything with him. But he was so persistent. He wouldn't stop. And he wouldn't leave until the beeping started.
Marinette reached out to the knob and twisted it before letting the door open above her. She took a few more steps up, letting her head peek through the doorway.
Upon doing so, she was immediately welcomed to those piercing green eyes.
She almost stumbled back upon seeing his face up close. From the looks of it, it seemed that he was bending over to knock on her door, but she beat him to it.
He smiled sheepishly before straightening up. "Hey, purrincess," he greeted before taking a few steps back. "Saw me coming, huh?" He paced around the area, while slowing swinging his arms back and forth.
"Chat Noir," said Marinette, keeping still at her spot on the stairs with her hand still on the knob. She didn't really like it when he called her purrincess, but she didn't feel like pointing it out again. She was incredibly tired. She wanted to get some rest before beginning her day tomorrow. She had a project to complete with Ivan and Max, and needed to complete a couple essays. She really needed her beauty sleep.
"How was your day?" he asked with a bright smile while leaning against the railing. "Did you complete most of your assignments?"
"Chat," Marinette lowered her voice. "I don't have time to talk with you. I told you, I'm busy, and I really need to get some sleep."
Marinette slightly frowned upon seeing the smile fade from his face. She felt bad, but he was a good friend. He would understand.
"Besides," Marinette continued as a yawn escaped from his mouth. "I think you're tired too." She couldn't see the eye bags through his mask, but she's noticed him yawning much more frequently as the days went by.
"It's just a yawn," he said. "That doesn't mean I'm tired." He crossed his arms and stood up straight.
Marinette raised an eyebrow as another yawn escaped from the tired kitty's mouth.
"Right…" said Marinette, unconvinced. "Why don't you come back another day?" Marinette rolled her eyes skyward while placing her index finger on her chin. "How about three weeks from now?" She smiled before slowly descending the stairs, the door above her coming down in the process.
"Wait!" he said, extending an arm to reach out for the door that was closing in front of him.
Marinette sighed. "What?" she asked before walking back up and letting go of the knob. "Why are you always adamant on talking to me every night? I've been telling you to leave me alone for a week now, and you keep coming here. It's nice seeing you Chat, but I really need to focus. And I really, really mean it this time!" She tilted her head, her gaze studying his face. "It's not like I'm leaving. I'm still going to be here. I just have other things to do for the time being."
"I… Uhh…" Chat Noir looked down, unable to look at her. He lifted one of his arms, and began scratching the top of his head with his index finger. He then brought his arm back to his side before turning his head to look at her. "If I tell you, then you'll have to talk to me every night."
Marinette glared at the boy. "How about…" She placed a finger on her chin. "How about I let you talk to me for the rest of the week, then you leave me alone until school is done."
"Then I can't tell you."
"Then see you in three weeks." Marinette smiled at him haughtily before once again descending down the stairs.
"Fine! Fine!" Chat Noir called out, causing her to come back up. "But you have to actually come up here. I feel like I'm talking to a dwarf."
Marinette giggled before deciding to join him on top of the balcony. She closed the door behind her and stood beside him at the railings.
"So," she said, eagerly staring at him. "Why must the great Chat Noir always come here?"
He hesitated for a moment. "You're not the only one who's stressing out," he said, carefully choosing his words.
He had to be careful with how much he could reveal about himself. If he revealed too much, then Marinette would easily be able to figure out who he was. She greatly appreciated the fact that he was trying so hard to tell her about himself, without actually telling her about… himself. His usual joking and flirting demeanor sometimes made her feel like he didn't take his role as Chat Noir so seriously. But he did. He truly did.
"I have my own things to worry about, and I, I just… I feel like I'm ready for the next day when I talk to you each night."
"Oh," said Marinette. She looked up, staring at the faint, gleaming stars that hung in the night.
Now that she thought about it, she supposed that Chat Noir was some kind of stress reliever for her as well. She was overly stressed with what was happening, but before all these assignments began pouring down on her, she felt refreshed the morning after she spent the night talking to him.
"I guess you help me out too," she said, quietly.
A smile crept onto his face. "I haven't been very respectful with your wishes, but I need to talk to you Marinette. It's the only thing that's keeping me sane." He looked away. "If you really want me to go for a month, then I'll go. I mean, you're right. I've been really tired coming here every night. But I can't help it. I just like talking to you. But instead of that, maybe I should be taking care of myself. Maybe I should be getting some rest. Sorry, purrincess."
Marinette pursed her lips. She had an urge to call him out on calling her purrincess again, but this was a serious moment. It would be rude of her to correct him.
"Marinette?" he said her name quietly while inching his hand closer to hers on the railing. "I have something to say." He placed his hand on top of hers.
Marinette stared down at the black fabric that was covering her exposed skin. "What?" she asked, wondering why he placed a hand on hers.
"I-I really like you."
Marinette's eyes widened as the faint rush of the wind passed through her nape. She kept still, feeling like a statue. She was not expecting any kind of confession.
She kept her glazed stare fixated in front of her. It looked like she was staring at a pole jutting out from a building, but really, she was staring into the nothingness between it.
"Marinette…"
She felt a cooling sensation on the back of her hand as he lifted his hand away from hers. He then placed it on her shoulder, while placing his other hand on her other shoulder. He then slowly turned her around to face him, but through all that, Marinette was still staring into the void.
"Marinette, I really like you," he said much more proudly than the first time.
Marinette closed her eyes, her mind starting to formulate some kind of response. She liked Adrien. Not Chat Noir. How was she going to tell him that?
After what felt like an eternity, Marinette felt that she had to reject him. She was in love with someone else. She couldn't lead him on. Their friendship was nice and easy going for a while, but it was bound to end. After all, he was a superhero. She couldn't really be a friend to someone she couldn't fully get to know.
Marinette mentally took a breather before slowly mustering the courage to open her eyes. She rubbed her lips together, but before she was given the chance to open her eyes, she felt his lips pressing against hers.
Marinette's mind began go haywire. She didn't know what to do or how to react. She still felt like a statue that was unable to do anything. The ambient noises in the background weren't loud enough to pierce through the many thoughts that were pondering her mind. How could he like her? Why would he like her? Why would he admit it? When did it start? Why didn't she notice? How could he kiss her before letting her say something?
She could hear a faint ring, but her endless thoughts were preventing her from figuring out what it was.
And then he stopped and pulled away from her, leaving a strange and tingly sensation on her lips.
Marinette raised her hand and placed a couple fingers on her bottom lip.
She then slowly opened her eyes, and her jaw dropped upon seeing who was standing in front of her.
"Ad-Adrien…?" she managed to utter.
THE END
