A/N: Welcome to my collection of Tumblr love square drabbles~! I've started to contribute to the franchise in late 2018 (despite falling in love with the show in 2016 lmao) and have accumulated many, many drabbles and oneshots. I'm not even going to dig into the ones I've dumped in discord lol. Anyways, loads of people have recommended me into posting on AO3 for ease of access so here we are. I've edited them better and made the words flow. Hope you enjoy what's to come ;)
"Now that it's raining more than ever
Know that we'll still have each other
You can stand under my umbrella
You can stand under my umbrella, ella, ella, eh, eh, eh"
Umbrella - Rihanna
Pairing - Marichat
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
He may be quick and light on his feet.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
He may be swift and stealthy.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Yet, he was no match against mother-nature, evident from his soaking, shivering frame.
Chat Noir huffed for the umpteenth time under the awning of a café that has closed many hours ago. The fabric of the makeshift roof was pretty worn out and very old so some of the rain that has pooled up above has soaked through and dripped down to the ground and on the outdoor furniture that should have been brought back inside the building.
The only part of the awning that wasn't damaged was the very corner where Chat was huddled into a pitiful ball, hidden in the shadows as expected of his namesake.
His pout could have mirrored the most grumpiest of cats out there; his faux ears plastered themselves against his tangled, wet golden locks and his tail lashed out against the damp floor irritably from time to time. The metal tips grazing and scratching the worn-out pavement like a child hacking into the street with a stone.
Of course, the one-time Plagg suggested that he should go out and blow some steam through a midnight run was when an unexpected summer storm decided to stop playing peek-a-boo in the clouds and take reigns of the sky. What on Earth was he thinking? Taking advice from the literal being of bad luck and the essence of misfortune?
"Damn you Plagg...I bet you knew about this...watch out you lil' bottomless pit...I'm gonna feed you nothing but cheap American cheese for a week. A week you hear me!?" Chat grumbled out loud as if the kwami was able to hear him, only to wince when lightning flashed in the sky out of the blue and thunder came roaring next like a hungry beast.
Chat Noir has never hated the mantle he wielded more than he did now.
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Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
He's been waiting for quite a while...
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
The rain seemed to only get heavier and heavier and heavier...
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
He absolutely refused to step out into the cold, disgusting, miserable rain.
Pitter-patter, pitter-patter.
Even if it meant he'll freeze to death and Paris finding his body as a lifesized ice-lolly the next day.
'I wonder if the owners of the café would mind if I borrow their table and use it as a makeshift umbrella to get home...' The supposed clever cat in him mused, the idea becoming more and more tempting by the second, his claws urging to slip out of the ball he curled himself into and snatch the table closer to him.
He couldn't stand the sound of the cascading rain beating against the surfaces anymore, his mind going crazy and restless.
"Table it is then," Chat nodded to himself with a sniff and uncurled, reaching for the nearby table and eyes glowering into glowing green crescents in the dark as some of the rain dripped onto his arms from the faulty ceiling. His nostrils flared at the gross, unappealing sensation that shuddered down his spine at the mere contact of rainwater against his suit. He couldn't wait to dive back inside his large, warm, sinfully soft bed once he's home-
Suddenly.
He halted.
His feline ears twitched and flapped at a familiar sound, an unforgettable breath panting back and forth, paired with clumsy footsteps splashing through the puddles midrun.
They got closer and closer and closer.
Chat Noir's eyes widened in complete awe as the person finally arrived in front of him, heaving for air yet holding a recognisable umbrella to shield her body from the merciless downpour.
"M-Marinette? What are you doing out here?" The hero couldn't help but gawk in a way that would be deemed rude; yet, he simultaneously eyed the girl like she was an angel sent from the heavens.
He wouldn't be surprised if she was.
Without answering, Marinette lifted the umbrella over him and grabbed his arm to stand him up with a strength that he didn't know she was capable of possessing. Chat Noir watched her, entranced, memorising every detail of his saviour as she tried to catch her breath.
Her hair was mussed and rumpled- clearly, she was in her bed not too long ago. That didn't discourage him from wanting to comb his claws through the petal thin, raven locks and tangle them up in between his greedy fingers.
She wore a cute, short, pretty navy peacoat with matching boots. He marvelled the craftsmanship only for it to increase by ten folds when he realised that the coat was handmade, evident in the hidden signature sewn on the ridge of the skirt of the article that was only visible to his supernatural eyes.
Lastly, her eyes were so blue.
Oh so blue.
Eyes like sweet fragrant bluebells, matching her rose-tinted cheeks and soft lips that looked so dangerously kissable. His lips begging to attach themselves against hers right now right this very moment.
It was only after that thought did Chat realise that Marinette led him out of the miserable corner he was hiding in and onto the streets of Paris with nothing but an umbrella and her to keep him covered.
His heart was like a hummingbird against his chest right now and when their eyes connected like magnets, it skipped more beats than he could count.
"What was Paris' favourite cat doing under there in this terrible weather?" Marinette giggled, lips quirked up playfully which caused Chat's cheeks to flare with embarrassment this time. Goosebumps rose under his suit, indicating just how much she affected him.
"I asked you first." He countered back. He expected a spicy retort, a mock scowl to take place on her tempting lips and raise a brow like she usually would.
He didn't expect a warm hand to cup his jaw and palm his icy cheeks, slender thumb rubbing the bone and groove below his eye over the mask.
At this rate, he was going to have a heart attack and he had no idea why.
"Alya caught you on camera from her window when you ran past, trying to stay dry. I...I was hoping that you would have made it somewhere safe or something but I just had to check and see for myself..." The French-Chinese girl admitted, eyes darting here and there but never back at him. The subtle sakura on the tips of her cheekbones blossoming with more colour.
Chat felt his heart swell with admiration and it overwhelmed him to the point where even he couldn't control his lips upturning into a warm smile. A contrast to the harsh rain and booming thunder in the background.
After what felt like decades in the short seconds that passed by, their eyes met again.
"You went out in the rain, at this time, so far out...just for me?" Chat cupped her hand that was on his cheek, rubbing his damp thumb against her dry fingers.
His smile grew when she nodded ever so slightly and shyly.
Thunder roared in the background one last time and the rain intensified, slapping the surface of the umbrella like stones and soaking their feet. The nearby lamp posts that illuminated the streets gave the scene a golden hue, one in particular behind Marinette gave her a celestial glow whilst the rain looked like exquisite diamonds in the background.
A moment worth photographing and exhibiting at a famous museum. However, Chat Noir chose to be selfish and instead branded the scene into his mind only for his eyes to see over and over again.
'Mon Dieu...I'm in love...' Chat couldn't help the silent gasp that escaped his throat, his tail making its way around Marinette's waist and holding her tight. An extension of his primal thoughts and pure feelings.
He was absolutely, immensely, very much in love.
In fact, he's been in love with her for a very long time.
And it's only now did he realise that.
He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to hold her tight. He wanted to kiss her again and again and again. Until he's captured every last of her breath.
So that the world knew that she was his and that he was hers.
"Come with me and take shelter at my home. I have extra blankets and food to keep you warm," Marinette gave him another one of her brilliant, honey-sweet smiles, clasping his free hand and proceeding to lead him back home.
'Ah yes, this isn't the first time I've fallen for her under the rain...'
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A/N: Take a shot every time I used 'Pitter-Patter'.