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Marinette has his limited edition pajama set.

my tellonym: milkisande

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pajamas

you're never fully dressed,
without a smile!

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CHAT Noir was in tears.

He only looked at Marinette, desperately gasping for air as she stared back at him, hands crossed protectively against her chest, clearly unimpressed.

"I— I can't believe," he wheezed, holding onto the balcony railings for support, "you have one of those."

"It's a limited edition!" She protested, defensively gesturing at her clothes. "And I'll have you know that every girl in Paris wants one of these!" Marinette hmphed. "It's not my fault that you can't appreciate fashion."

"Sure," the hero only responded, eyes bright as he sported a strangely victorious expression. "Your fashion designs are things worth appreciating, Marinette," he began, before pointing at her pajamas and snickering. "Those, on the other hand…"

She swatted at him, wrapping the jacket tighter around her body, as if it would hide her outfit.

But nothing could hide the comically large and smiling face of Adrien Agreste, with the words 'Radiant. Carefree. Dreamy.' placed right below it.

There was noway that she could hide it; his face demanded attention—

Case in point being Chat Noir, who was having a field day with the girl's outfit; which he believed was infinitely made funnier by the fact that the pajamas came in a set:

The pants proudly displaying a pattern of mini decapitated Adrien Agrestes, cutouts of his head decorating the piece of clothing, almost like a thousand mini hims were protectively guarding her legs.

It was both the most unsettling and funniest thing he'd ever seen.

Chat Noir burst into laughter, again, ignoring Marinette's protests that these were somehow not a fashion atrocity.

The hero only knew too well what came into making the pajamas:

They wanted to advertise the Adrienfragrance further, and marketing had come to the conclusion that what they needed were more him-themed merchandise.

He found the whole thing pretty tacky and unnecessary (if not a bit capitalist, really), but decided to let them do as they wanted.

He was sure they wouldn't sell—

Only to be utterly floored by the fact that his pajamas had sold out on the first day; along with the Adrien Agreste stationery, bedding, novelty mugs, and the like (of which he was starting to suspect Marinette also had, hidden somewhere inside her room).

The pajamas were definitely one of the worst things Chat Noir had ever seen.

But seeing them on her, he decided that they could be pretty cute, too.

(That wasn't to say that the mini Adrien Agrestes staring up at him didn't freak the hero the hell out, though.)

After heaving a deep breath, he finally quieted down; though the entertained grin on his face still remained.

"So, you're an Adrien Agreste fangirl, huh?" He asked. "I didn't think you'd be the type to obsess over models."

Marinette glared at him. "I'm not just some fangirl," she argued. "We're friends."

He found a smile begin to form on his face.

Marinette was his friend.

"Really?" He hummed, teasing. "I have my own friends, and I don't have them-themed pajamas lying around anywhere at home."

She huffed. "I just want to support him! There shouldn't be anything wrong with that!"

Chat Noir laughed, then nodded. "Yeah, there isn't." He finally said. "And you look cute in it, actually. I'm sure Adrien would be happy if he saw you like this."

Marinette blushed, turning away.

"There is no way I'm ever letting him see me wearing these." She stared at him, with an almost seriousexpression on her face. "Honestly, Chat. If he ever saw me in these, I would actually die."

Oops.

Chat Noir had never been more grateful for being an anonymous hero.

Suddenly he looked at her, a chaotic grin on his face. "But you know what would look better on you?"

Her reply was cautious. "What?"

"The limited edition Chat Noir pajama set."

She rolled her eyes.

"Like I'd ever wear anything that was inspired by you."

He only smirked, staying quiet as the hero looked at her pajamas again.

If only she knew.

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my unwritten hc for this is that marinette actually already owns the chat noir pajamas (though she'd die before telling him, really), and chat, unsurprisingly, already owns the ladybug pair. when they find out each other's identities, one of the first things they laugh about is of how much merch they have of each other - "you got my limited action figure ? even i couldn't get my hands on these ?"

also ik i said i wasnt participating in ladrien june but ? i have just been informed lukadrien june is a thing ? and im jnfksalmd the likelihood that i'll cave and subject myself to another month of writing torture is becoming a Very Real Possibility

thank you for reading! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～