Author's Note: Chapter 2 is here! Marichat is sooo cute! And well, thanks to the follows and favorites! As you might have noticed, this is basically going to be a 5+1 fic, with love square and one of the two dorks forgetting umbrellas. The prompt is cute, I wanted to write cuteness, humor, but I SWEAR I don't know how angst crept in, sooooooooo, before anyone feels bad, sorry (not sorry ;p) and thanks! Plus, All cheers to wellsaltedlady from Ao3 for agreeing to be my beta! Yay!

Disclaimer: Not owning anything except the plot setting. The prompt idea belongs to theriveroflight from ao3. I am just giving it the clothes of words ;p!

Chapter 2: Chocolate with Chat

"And there, all done!" the blonde boy exclaimed, stretching himself as he got up from his chair.

"Phew! I thought that homework of yours would never end and I would have to stay up all night with you, kid!" complained the tiny, floating cat-god of destruction.

"Plagg, is that another way to say that you would have been cheesily romancing your sweet-smelling Camembert all night while I would have been smashing my head on the desk, pleading for you to stop?"

"Hey! I never complain when you are all flirty with Ladybug or pigtails!"

"I do not flirt with Marinette! She is just a friend, Plagg," Adrien defended.

"Oh really? Then why have your cheeks suddenly decided to compete with Ladybug's superhero suit in colour, huh loverboy?"

"Embarrassment!" squeaked the part-time superhero, as he slapped his hands onto his cheeks and fervently tried to ignore the cheshire grin his cheese-loving friend was directing at him.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Marinette was just a friend. Ladybug was the real love of his life.

Ugh! He needed fresh air! Now!

Maybe Plagg read his thoughts, for he suddenly spoke up, "Nuh uh, kid. If you are thinking of going out for a run, not now. It is gonna rain soon."

The kwami, sadly, was right. Dark clouds were looming in the sky.

But what better chance to escape would he get than now, especially with Father and Nathalie out of the house?

It would be a quick, short run. Nothing less, nothing more.

The boy looked with his best kitten eyes at the floating furball, but he didn't relent. And Adrien really couldn't afford to buy the floating stomach any more Camembert. Not that he had run out of money, but bank transactions made for wheels of smelly cheese? Suspicious. (And no one certainly wants Gabriel Agreste's secret agents skimming through their money matters. Nuh uh.)

So, there was only one way left to get Plagg to agree.

"So Plagg, are you afraid of getting drenched in the rain, huh?"

"Nope. What makes you think that, kid?" the kwami asked dismissively.

"Well, I see no other reason as to why you would not agree to us going for a run. The rain hasn't even started yet! You are a cute little kitten at heart after all, right, Plagg?" As he said so, Adrien reached out and scratched the kwami lightly behind his ears.

Oh heavenly Camembert! The petting felt so good!

The kwami purred instinctively. "Aww, Plagg," the blonde said in a sugary-sweet cookie voice (bleh! cookies!), "who is a good kitty, hm?"

"I. Am. NOT. A. Kitten!"

"Oh really? Prove it, then!

Challenge was one of Plagg's main weaknesses. (After Camembert, of course.)

"Kid, I am NOT scared of rain!" With a grumble, the kwami added, "You know the magic words."

"That's the spirit! Plagg, Claws Out!"

One cool transformation sequence and scratch-dance later, Chat Noir stood where the model had been a few moments ago. Flexing and stretching himself like a feline, the superhero grabbed the baton clipped behind his back, jumped onto and out of the open windowsill into the awaiting city.

Jumping over rooftops with the cool wind blowing on his face sure was exhilarating.

The black-leather-clad boy was enjoying his sprint when suddenly something wet hit his head.

Wait, wet?

Looking up, Chat Noir caught just a glimpse of the heavy, dark clouds before SPLAT! Another drop fell on his forehead.

Damn, he needed to get home soon. It wouldn't do him good to fall sick, especially when he technically had not been out in the rain.

Breaking into another sprint, Chat Noir prepared himself to scale the alley in front of him when he felt the roof under him move. Or rather, his foot was moving back faster than normal.

With a yelp, the cat lost his footing and slid down the slanted roof into the alley below.

Oh god no! He surely wasn't in the mood to be soaked cat pancake today!

Grabbing his baton, Chat pressed the pawprint on it just in time for the device to lengthen up and get lodged in between two open windows (truly the luck of a ladybug), leaving him hanging from it, badly shaken but safe and sound.

As he tried to get his bearings back, he heard someone entering the dark alley.

"It surely is raining Chats and dogs today," a familiar voice called out from below.

"Purrincess!" Chat exclaimed, shrinking his baton back to normal and landing softly (and with normalcy) on the ground," to what does this knight owe the purr-leasure?"

"Well, I was passing by, and saw you experimenting whether Newton was correct with his claims about gravity," Marinette said, bursting into laughter. "Sorry chaton, I just couldn't help myself. Especially after that nerve-wracking study session I had with Alya." The girl held her forehead in a dramatic manner, "Oh goodness! Woe is me!"

The superhero-in-black couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, well, little lady. Have you secretly been taking drama lessons from my kwami in exchange for cheese danishes?" he added with a wink.

Earlier, Marinette would have had to act all stupidly confused about what a kwami was. But now that Chat knew that she was Multimouse, things were a lot easier between the two.

"Who knows? Maybe I am?" she said nonchalantly with a shrug, a hint of smirk visible on her face.

Striking up a mock thinking pose, Chat commented, "Well, well, mice love cheese. You two would have surely bon-ACHOO!"

The sneeze seemed to bring Marinette back to awareness that the teenage superhero was soaked head-to-toe in the rain.

"Damn kitty, which wise sage gave you the advice to go patrolling on a day like this? Come'ere," saying so, the girl pulled him in with herself under her umbrella. "Good thing I left Alya's place after the rain started and she gave me this umbrella, or else I myself would have been drenched by now. Forgetful me. But anyways, you," she said, shoving a finger in his chest and eliciting an "oof!" from him, "are coming with me and getting all warmed up before you catch a cold. I won't accept a no," she added, making the cat hero close his mouth that he had opened in hopes of protest. Instead, he smirked and bent down in an elaborate bow.

"Your wish is my command, ma princesse."

His comment was rewarded by an eye-roll and slight chuckle.

Marinette ushered the young superhero in through the backdoor, away from the prying eyes of any customers, and especially her parents.

However, it seemed as though Chat's bad luck had finally caught up with them (or more specifically, her) as she opened the door to the house only to find her dad standing there, in a position that clearly showed that he had been about to open the door just a moment ago.

"Mon petit cupcake, welcome back! How were your lessons with Al-," her dad's voice trailed off as he noticed the cat-themed boy behind her.

Meanwhile, Chat was a bit….nervous? Queasy? Or was terrified a more appropriate word? After all, having seen and been beaten up by Weredad had NOT been a pleasant experience. And who knows what thoughts were right now running through Mr. Dupain's mind on seeing his daughter (whose heart Chat had once broken) with him? It was extremely natural for him to feel self-conscious all of a sudden. But now that he had been noticed, well.

"Hi, Mr. Dupain," the boy weakly offered, plastering a shaky, nervous smile on his face.

The huge man kept looking at him blankly. Chat started mentally pep-talking to himself to deal with this awkw-WOAH! All the air left the boy's lungs as he was suddenly scooped up in a teddy-bear hug.

"My goodness, Chat Noir! Superheroing has sure made you go thin, my boy! And please, just call me Tom," the baker said laughing.

"Su-sure….thi-thing, -I mean...To-Tom," the hero wheezed.

"Papa! Chat Noir will be able to call you Tom only when you give him some air to breathe!" Marinette interjected, worried that the black cat might pass out soon from the lack of air.

"Ah! Sorry young man," Tom put the boy down, clapping his shoulders. "I must say, you are all drenched! I don't know if that suit is designed to keep you from getting soaked, so get warmed up and stay here till the rain stops, okay?" He turned to Marinette, "Sweetheart, make sure to keep our guest cosy. We wouldn't want our superheroes to fall sick, after all! In case you children need anything, Sabine and I will be downstairs. Have fun!" With a booming laugh, the guardian of the house took his leave.

"Well, that hug certainly warmed me up," Chat said, breaking the silence. "I am glad he is not mad at me anymore. For the...uh, you know.."

The ravenette smiled and placed a comforting hand on his shoulders. "It wasn't your fault, kitty. What I had was a fleeting celebrity crush. And what really makes me glad is that you truly adore Ladybug. Now," grasping the blonde hero's shoulders, Marinette turned him around, pushing him up the stairs, "go up and dry yourself up. You will find the towel on the chaise, if I remember correctly. I will make us some hot chocolate."

"Okay, okay, princesse, I am going up!"

Saying so, the hero went away and Marinette busied herself in the kitchen. She had just put milk in a saucepan when..

"Wow! I must say, your room sure has some interesting decors, purrincess!"

Interesting decors? Wait, she had taken off the Adrien pictures from her walls and..

Mon dieu! Did she leave her computer on?! Oh hell no!

Dashing up the stairs, Marinette threw the trapdoor open, not caring about the banging sound it made. She COULD NOT let the sauve cat see the heart doodle background of Adrien on her computer! Oh goodness, she would never hea-

Her computer was turned off.

Laughter attracted her attention, making her turn her head to see the teenage hero on the ground, laughing and struggling for air.

"Oh. My. Kwami. Tha-that rea-reaction...wow princess! HAHAHAHAHAHA! You just made my day!" he broke into another fit of giggles.

"Not. Funny. Dry yourself up, chaton," the girl deadpanned, giving him her best you-do-not-amuse-me look.

"Aww come on princess," Chat said, putting up a mock pout as he literally crawled towards her, "don't be a wet blanket, paw-lease?"

"Wet blanket? What on earth are you- CAT NO!" the girl screeched as all of a sudden, the hero shook his head, spraying water droplets on her.

Stopping the activity, the hero looked up at her flirtatiously through the wet hair that had fallen in front of his eyes, water still dripping from them. "Chat yes, Purr-incess," he said, winking at her as he flicked her nose.

Damn. He looked so flirtatiously ho-

NO! Bad Marinette! Your heart is reserved only for Adrien.

Well, better to break the kitty's smoulder.

"No cookies for you," saying so, the girl smugly walked down the stairs, ignoring the mock wail of despair that followed her.

Coming down, the superhero eyes the girl carefully who was sitting at the coffee table, two steamy mugs of hot chocolate and a plate of cookies kept in front of her.

He seated himself carefully opposite her, not breaking eye contact.

All was calm and serene.

The aroma of the chocolate was enticing, making Chat inch his gloved hand towards the warm mug, all the while keeping eye contact. Marinette smiled and let him take the mug.

So far, so good. Maybe all was safe.

Inching his hand discreetly forward, his claws had just felt the freshly-baked sugary delicacies when SLAM! A feminine hand gripped his hand, stopping it from getting the cookie.

"Nuh-uh. Bad kitty. You have been forbidden, remember?" the girl smirked.

"Purrincess! Have some mewcy on this poor, homeless alley chat, pawlease?"

"After those three extremely bad cat puns, I am not even going to rethink my decision, cat."

Damn. Well, kitty eyes to the rescue!

Pulling up the most appealing eyes he could, Chat stared at the girl with a cute pout. At first, she showed no emotion. But then, he saw her mask of indifference shift a bit.

Just a bit more, just a bit. Almost there….

"Ugh! I need immunity against kitty eyes!" the girl harrumphed in displeasure, shoving the plate of the heavenly baked delight towards the boy.

"Yaas! My princess is the sweetest! The kindest, the most loving-"

"Dive in before I change my mind, kitty," the girl said with an eye roll. But seeing her amused expression, Chat knew she would not. She really was kindness incarnate.

Biting into the sugary sweetness, Chat Noir couldn't help the moan of delight that escaped his lips, making the girl giggle. Giving her a cheshire smirk, he proceeded to make funny and weird voices, followed by singing off the cuff at the top of his voice and making his audience shut her ears and stick her tongue out at him.

The sound of rushing footsteps followed by the door opening with a SLAM! was what made the cat stop.

"Who's hurt?" asked a worried and dishevelled Sabine, only to witness a scene of two teenagers blinking at her stupidly, one sitting on her chair with her ears shut and the other standing on his chair with his hand on his throat as if he had been singing. Realisation dawned on the woman's face and she gave the teens a small smile. "Serenading and having fun is good, children, but don't scare us. All that screeching led me to think that one of you had accidentally burned themselves. Kids can be clumsy after all," directing a small motherly glare to Marinette, the woman left.

The teens stared at the door, then to each other. And finally, the girl couldn't contain herself, bursting out in a fit of giggles.

"Don't know about earlier, but someone sure was just burned," she sing-songed, making the blonde hero cross his arms in mock displeasure.

"You just don't appreciate my talent, Princess. Meow-ch, my poor, poor heart, all trampled upon by your comments," he said, wiping a fake tear away.

"Whatever chaton, come and have your chocolate before it gets cold."

Like a cat who had just been offered a canary, Chat eagerly got down from his perch and seated himself properly on the chair.

"Want some whipped cream and marshmallows, Chat?" Looking at the full-of-calories delights the girl offered, Chat mentally calculated how his diet would be affected. Extra calories and carbs aren't good for a model. Well, modelling be damned for the pleasures of life.

Grabbing the things, Chat decorated his hot chocolate with enough cream and marshmallows to fail all his diet plans. Maybe he could send them a pic? Nah. No matter how much Chat hated his dietician, he wasn't that cruel to give the poor person a heart attack.

Inhaling the sweet aroma, the boy sipped the wonderful beverage. The thick, creamy flavor tingled his taste buds, making him all warm, happy and giddy inside.

"Wow Marinette! This. Is. The. Best. Hot. Chocolate. I. Have. Ever. Had! How did you bring this delicacy to existence?"

"Just added melted chocolate to nearly-boiled milk," the girl said with a shrug, taking a sip of her beverage.

"AS EASY AS THAT?" Slamming his cup down, Chat stared at the girl as if she had just claimed to have seen dinosaurs roaming on the Earth.

"Yep. But then again, cooking is an art. You need to have patience and need to know the tricks and tips to make the best out of it."

"Wow. I thought cooking was just about standing in front of a sizzling barbecue grill and looking handsome in a 'Kiss The Chef' apron," saying so, the hero suggestively wriggled his eyebrows, making the girl facepalm.

"You will never learn, kitty. Anyways, how is civilian life going for you?" Quickly realising how close to identity reveal the question sounded, she quickly backtracked, "Not like I am asking anything that will hint at your identity, just a question of concern, and oh goodness, I should totally have phrased it in a better way and now my rambling is making me look like a total dumbo and I shou-"

Chat's laughter was what paused her rambling. "Oh worry not, petite souris, I got your point. And I must say, this cat finds your squeaking quite adorable." He finished with a wink, making the girl blush.

"So, about my civilian life, it is going….good. Yeah," the boy sobered up. Marinette noticed the conflicted expression on his face as he seemed to be uncertain about sharing something.

Putting her hand on top of his, the girl did her best to comfort him, "Chaton, it is purrfectly fine if you don't want to share, but in case something is troubling you, I am always here."

The Parisian superhero looked at the girl. Her bluebell eyes comforted him, gave him reassurance that he could trust her, and let his feelings out without being judged.

"Just because you used a pun princess, I will gladly tell you." Letting out a chuckle, the blonde let out a sigh. "You see, my civilian life is not...uh, as great as yours. I mean, it is good, surely, and then I have my friends, school, LB, Plagg, you..." he looked up at the girl with a sincere smile, before continuing. "Sometimes, though, it gets a bit overwhelming. You see, school, classes, and pho-uhh...the line of work that I'm in requires a flexible work schedule, what with essential personnel often cancelling and management rescheduling events at the last minute, hehe. I rarely get time for any true quality time, after I somehow squeeze in the patrols in my already hectic routine."

The girl gave his hand a light squeeze, "You can always ask your parents to cut down some stuff, telling them you need a break. I am sure they would agree."

The masked boy looked to the side, his face set in a deep frown. "Parents…" the word itself left a bitter taste in his mouth. "My Father did remove a few activities after I joined school, but he insists that the rest...I need them to become a learned person, the best face of the fa-...family business. An-and I know he means well...no, not just well, he wants the best for me, bu-but….," he took in a shaky breath, steadying himself, trying to control his emotions that suddenly had somehow decided to burst out of the secret corner of his heart.

"Father...he keeps working, all day long. I know he keeps a tab on what I do in school and the other activities, but that...that is just because his assistant keeps an eye on these things. I wonder if he even knows which teachers I have at school." Letting out a mirthless chuckle, the boy couldn't stop the words escaping him, "I know he cares, he shows it….but the occasions, they are so, so….rare. Is it selfish of me, his only child, to dema-demand some father-son time from him? To ask him to see...how his son is faring in school? To yearn for his support, his affection, on coming-of-age matters that I, literally, have no sense about? To just hope that every night, before we retire for the day, we have one parent-child talk?"

"He just remains absorbed in his own work, his own room, momentarily coming to check upon me and even then! Even then, he is cross at me, for not doing things the right way! He doesn't understand! That, just like others, I am a normal child! Who seeks parental affection and personal advice, and not awkward talks and platitudes from his father's personal assistant! It is like, like there is a thread connecting us, but, but, I can feel it snapping, vaporising, just something like that! And I am trying to hold on, to the..the last bit of family that I have left, especially after..after Mother...sh-she," his voice trailed off.

He couldn't continue. No. The truth just...hurt so much. He had always had those thoughts buried somewhere in his heart, but now that he had let them out, it just pinched. He hadn't even realised the intensity of these emotions until he saw how parched his throat had been from screaming his last thoughts out, and how quiet the room had become, save for the sound of the thunder outside and his ragged breathing as he tried to calm down the storm of emotions that had erupted inside him.

Gathering himself, the boy spoke again, "I-I am acting all stupid. I am a hero, I am supposed to be strong, and not let these...these fickle emotions aff-"

A pair of arms wrapped around his torso from behind, making him pause.

"Shhh kitty, it is fine. You are a hero, and yes, you are supposed to be strong, but that doesn't mean you can't let your emotions affect you sometimes."

Marinette broke from the hug, crouching herself in front of the superhero's chair and turning his face towards herself. Seeing those luminescent, feline emeralds swimming in an ocean of sadness and agony, the girl's heart clenched. She surely could not whisper fake, sweet nothings to him for his temporary soothing, but she could give him the much-needed support in the best possible way.

"Chaton, your Father surely loves you, in his own peculiar way. And, I don't really know how tough it is, but, things will surely work out between you two. Just….give it some time. And, subtly tell him, that you do need his attention in your life, too."

"Do you think I didn't try that Mari? I did it for months, but he. Doesn't. Notice."

"Well then, Chat. There is only one thing to do. When you go home, march up to your dad's room, shove away anyone who tries to stop you, and TELL him how you feel! That will definitely smack some sense in him," her face softened, " you should never be afraid to stand up for yourself, kitty."

Giving the boy a tight hug, the girl affectionately ruffled his hair. "You are not selfish for demanding all that, kitty. You deserve it. You surely do. Trust yourself, everything will work out in the best way possible."

Chat hugged her back tight. "Merci beaucoup, ma princesse. It really means a lot."

"Always, kitty."

The teens stayed like that for a while, when a beeping from Chat's baton broke them out of their reverie.

"Oh, I guess that's a cue for me to leave, petite dame. It surely had been a nice Chocolate with Chat session with you. I really look forward to the next meet," the hero said with a wink.

The girl returned the gesture with a curtsy and giggle, "Trust me, mon chevalier en armure brillante, the pleasure has been all mine."

"Well then, I guess I must take my leave. This cat really needs to scat before his fur gets too wet!" The boy turned to the balcony and was about to jump out when he felt a pull on his tail-belt. He turned to the girl with a questioning look in his eyes.

"Chat, wait! I have something I guess," saying so, Marinette scampered off to her room, only to return a few moments later with… an umbrella? No, was it a black hat?

Utterly confused, Chat took the thing from the designer's hand, turning it around in curiosity.

Wow. The thing was actually a hat, with a small stand to support a mini umbrella on it. An umbrella wide enough to shelter the wearer's head from sun or rain.

"Uhh.." As Marinette began, Chat turned his attention from the hat to its creator. "I just...well, you know, I was trying this out as a means to enable you and Ladybug to do patrols even in extremely bright or rainy days...like, of course you guys need something to protect yourself from the weather. So, this idea just hit me and I made it for fun. And well, you see tha-OOF!"

Chat tightly hugged the girl, and broke off with a look of adoration in his eyes," Thanks a lot, Princess. This is really cool! I love it!"

"R-really?"

"Pawsitively! It is the thought that counts, and I am sure Ladybug would appreciate it too!"

"Tha-thanks Chat. That was nice to know."

The hero moved over to the balcony, putting the hat on his head. A perfect fit. Awesome.

"No worries, Princess. Thanks a lot again! And I am glad I am the first to try this thing out! I will surely leave my reviews about it! Till then, au revoir!" With a two-fingered salute, the boy jumped off the sill and into the rain, this time protected by a token of appreciation of one of his closest friends.

"Au revoir, mon chaton, I hope you stay safe and happy, as always," the girl whispered to herself, the cool wind carrying her words away with it.

Bonus:

A rasp at her trapdoor woke the ravenette up from her slumber. Groaning in frustration for having been disturbed from her peaceful sleep by a certain green-eyed blonde, she went to the balcony, only to find a letter awaiting her there.

Chère princesse des souris,

Once again, thanks for that lovely gift of yours. It sure helped this alley cat reach his home all safe and sound. And your sweet advice helped me, too. I told my Father subtly about how I would like to spend more time with him, and well, it is really nice having a family dinner together with someone other than Plagg. You must be sleeping, so I will leave my gratitudes here in this little letter of mine.

Looking fur-ward to another session of Chocolate with Chat.

Votre chevalier en armure brillante,

Chat Noir

"Silly kitty", the girl said fondly, smiling and shaking her head as she kept the letter close to her heart and descended back into her room, unaware of the happy feline eyes that had been waiting for her appearance the whole time.

Glossary:

Ma princesse - My princess

Mon petit cupcake - My little cupcake

Petit souris - little mouse

Merci beaucoup - Thank you very much

Petit dame - little lady

mon chevalier en armure brillante - My knight in shining armor

Au revoir - goodbye

Chère princesse des souris - Dear princess of mice

Votre chevalier en armure brillante - Your knight in shining armor

Upcoming Ladrien cuteness ~~ (hope to update as soon as my crazy schedule allows!)

With this, MiniNoire scat for now! Love and kudos to reviewers and readers!