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When the lights go out, Marinette and Chat Noir have the first fight of their relationship.
my tellonym: milkisande
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lights out
we kiss in a shadow,
we hide from the moon.
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"IT should be candles!"
"No, battery-powered lights!"
"I have a ton of candles here! It's a waste not to use it!"
"It's a fire hazard, Chat! It'd be safer to just use the lights instead!"
Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated, as Chat Noir stared back at her, equally annoyed.
It was a terrible idea, really.
The original plan was that they go on another one of their balcony dates— Ladybug would bring the food, and Chat Noir would bring what he called the 'romantic atmosphere' (which apparently meant rose petals, candles, and a music player that was only filled with Taylor Swift music— sometimes the heroine found herself wondering why she'd fallen for him in the first place: given how dorky her boyfriend actually was).
But their evening date was cut short when a thunderstorm hit their city, which meant three very important things:
Marinette and Chat Noir were stuck inside her room (he had passed by to pick her up, but leaving stopped being an option as the thunder and rain roared outside);
The power and electricity was out, meaning that they were completely in the dark, with no source of light; and,
They were about to have the first big fight in their relationship, all about the age-old question of: battery-powered lights or candles?
Chat Noir was on the side of candles.
Marinette was on what she decided was the more reasonable and logical side.
The hero glowered, as he raised up the bag he'd been holding. "Come on, Mari! None of your stuff will get burned, I promise." He crossed his hand over his heart. "Chat's honor."
"None of my stuff will get burned because we're using my lights," Marinette only huffed, as she retrieved the LED from her cabinet and turned it on.
The bright white light it emitted almost blinded them.
Chat Noir hissed— hissed— before immediately grabbing the light from her hands and turning it off. "It's too bright!"
"We can just turn it the other way!" Marinette argued, then pointed at his candles. "At least we only need one; how many candles are we going to need just for one corner of my room?"
The hero pointedly ignored her. "There's no problem— I brought enough candles to light up your entire house!" He grabbed one, then shoved it towards her face.
Marinette was about to protest, only pausing as a sweet aroma filled her senses.
Vanilla.
She looked up at Chat Noir, confusion evident. "Are those scented candles?"
Chat Noir nodded, victorious. "I wasn't kidding with the romantic atmosphere," he replied, almost teasing. "I wanted our date to be purrfect."
Marinette smiled.
He could be sweet when he wanted to.
She moved her hand to hold his, pulling him closer.
And as his grip loosened,
Marinette pointedly took the candle then threw it back, the sound echoing as the candle rolled along the floor.
"What are you doing!?" He screeched, only to find her nonchalant expression.
"I made us vanilla cupcakes, chaton." She only retorted. "That's plenty enough for the scent."
Chat Noir growled, stalking away as he heatedly sat down on the floor across her, bearing an almost uncanny resemblance to a toddler who'd just been grounded.
Marinette bit back the need to laugh.
"You know I can't really see you, right?" She finally asked, her lips tilting upward.
"Doesn't matter," he huffed. "Just know I'm mad at you."
She giggled then walked forward, navigating with her fingers and toes.
The sudden "meowch!" as she felt her leg make contact with something hard notified her that she was at the right place.
Carefully, Marinette sat down in front of him, a smile forming as the black cat hero only turned away, audibly hmphing at the sudden contact.
"C'mon kitty," she cooed. "Don't be mad."
He remained silent, ignoring her.
"I don't want to be the reason you're feline bad."
Marinette felt him perk up at her pun, but it wasn't quite enough.
"I just wanted to see my boyfriend clearly," Marinette finally stated, knowing how much he loved it when she would bring up their relationship. "The candles wouldn't do him any justice."
A small voice: "I'm pretty handsome, aren't I?"
Marinette smiled, fighting back the laugh that threatened to escape her throat. "The handsomest."
To her victory, Chat Noir finally turned to face her— though his pout remained.
Cute.
Marinette couldn't help it.
She kissed him.
He startled at first, but melted into her embrace just as quickly.
It was to both their surprise when the lights suddenly flashed back on with the sudden crash of thunder, shocking the two apart.
They stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter.
"Guess we don't need any of the lights, then?" Chat Noir asked, to the girl's amusement.
"Guess not," she replied. "We'll leave that little spat in the dark."
Then, a smirk.
"But I think there's one thing we left behind that I'd like to bring back?"
Chat Noir grinned, not hesitating for a moment, as he pressed his lips to hers.
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to note, i wholeheartedly agree with marinette on the battery-powered lights candles thing. i honestly thought it was common sense but apparently some people prefer candles ? i could never tbh i have a lot of papers and im too paranoid to let fire anywhere near them. also, it's unnecessarily hot. lmao
is it obvious im running out of ideas ? writing this was a very no thoughts head empty moment. been having a lot of those lately hh quarantine's being a pain when it comes to finding inspiration . but staying home is still important ! flatten the curve !
thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～