Another couple of Chat Blanc Tumblr prompts.
Prompts: "It's not lavender... it's catmint" and "I would greatly appreciate a one shot with floofy-eared chat blanc high on catnip... you know based on your beautiful art... so... pretty please?
The trapdoor made a startling noise when she threw it open, making her balcony visitor jump.
"Hi, Chat." Marinette poked her head up through the opening, smiling at the bristling akuma. His tail was completely fluffed out, ears curled back like horns as he eyed her with wide blown pupils.
He wasn't on all fours like she would have expected, but his posture was still very hunched, arching the middle of his back and baring his side and shoulder to her. Very much like a cat trying to make itself look bigger and more intimidating.
"Whatcha doing up here?" she asked, managing, but just barely, no to laugh at his dramatic display. Tikki had been the one to inform her that he was prowling her balcony. He normally didn't poke around her house, or hang out, preferring the isolation of his own place where he would be less likely to have a run in with Ladybug.
Chat Blanc didn't respond to her question, still too preoccupied with his posturing. Of which she was not the least bit intimidated by. In the warm afternoon light he looked a lot less scary than how he normally appeared.
A few scattered leaves and flower petals caught her eye, and Marienette's attention was drawn to the carnage that befell all her balcony plants.
All of them. Every single plant had been destroyed. Stems chewed, stalks stripped, a few pots were overturned, and the leaves that didn't get eaten lay scattered on the ground in puddles of green stained saliva.
"You ate. my plants."
Chat seemed to finally compose himself, his fur smoothing out as he relaxed against the railing.
"I was hungry."
"You could have asked me for food!"
"Or I could have stolen some food," he countered, and shook, making his ears slap the sides of his head, and sending a cloud of white cat fur into the air. He moved to hop up on the lengthier stone ledge that lined the side of her balcony. After a deep stretch he flopped down across the stone. "You should be pleased that I didn't. How kind of me, maybe I'll cough up an akuma because of all my selflessness," Chat finished in a mocking tone.
Marinette pulled herself up to sit with her legs still dangling through the opening of the door. "Oh, I'm so proud of you~," she muttered sarcastically. "Now I don't think you deserve this present I picked up for you."
That got his attention.
Chat's entire posture went from insouciant to attentive in a manner of seconds, ear perked up and tail raised in interest. What he didn't express with words his body expressed in It's own language, and it continued to surprise her how much more expressive he became with his body language since becoming an akuma.
"I didn't destroy all the flowers," he finally amended. "I left the lavender alone."
"Oh good," she rolled her eyes. "The plant I planted to deter you, and you politely sparred it."
"Reward me for being so merciful," he rumbled, rolling onto his back to expose his belly.
"Well," she dipped back into the room just far enough to snag a bottle off her bed using her toes. She also snagged a scarf, and dragged both things back onto the balcony with her. "I picked this up from the pet store. It's liquid catnip."
Chat Blanc had the audacity to look offended. "That stuff won't work on me, Princess. I'm not some pathetic house cat."
"That's sounds like a challenge, Kitty." Marinette held up the scarf and aimed the spray bottle at it.
"Are you hoping it will make me play with that?" He eyed the green fabric with indifference, before turning his eyes back to her. "What if I shred it?"
"I made this for Chat Noir, so it's yours regardless." Marinette smashed down the top of the nozzle and a cloud of liquid sprayed her in the face. "Shit!"
She dropped the bottle and Chat Blanc began howling in laughter when she began furiously scrubbing at her eyes.
"Shitshitshitshit."
"I was wrong, Marinette," he snickered from nearby. "I am enjoying this."
Marinette scooped up the bottle of nip and threw it at him. Clearly missing when she didn't hear it connect with anything, and realizing she was probably going to have to clean it up from the street below. "Leave me alone. God damn, it burns so bad!" She tried to mop tears from her eyes, but the stinging pain kept them running.
Chat felt a lump of guilt settle in his gut as he watched her scrub in pain. After a second of deliberation he hopped up from the ledge, and crawled down onto the lawn chair next to her. "Are you alright?" he snatched the neglected scarf from the ground, lifting it to her cheek.
Something in the air tickled his nose, and Chat sniffed to clear it.
"I'll be fine," she spat and swatted the scarf away. "I just need to wash this stuff out of my eyes."
He felt something rush in the base of his skull, and sniffed again. This time his pupils expanded, black almost overtaking the magenta.
Rational thought seemed to fall away from his mind, chased out by a flood of something else, something that made his head swim and suddenly all he wanted was to rub his face all over that delicious smell.
It hardly seemed an obstacle anymore that the delicious smell was all over Marinette's face.
Chat seized her hands, pulling them away from her eyes, and when she sputtered in protest he chuffed to shush her.
"Let me," he rumbled, moving closer until he was practically on top of her. "Let me... I can do it..."
"What are you—"
Chat Blanc pressed his cheek against hers, nuzzling gently and causing Marinette to trail off into stunned silence. Then he did it again, and again. Each time pushing his cheek a little harder, and brushing his large floofy ears over her stinging eyes.
Smells... Smells good...
A purr shuddered in his chest, bubbling up from his throat as he continued to nuzzle her. The urge to cover himself in that scent almost too intense to resist.
He felt her shift in his hold, attempting to disentangle herself from him. "Ch-Chat, I don't think we should..." Chat's claws dug into the back of her shirt, causing Marinette to hiss.
He was conscious enough to register that he hurt and retracted his claws, but continued to mop the catnip off her face with his ears.
A small lick, a sharp intake of breath.
The tingling urge to nip her cheek.
His lips parted, canines brushing against sensitive skin, and he could hear Marinette sharply inhale.
No! He jerked away, and chose to lick her forehead instead. What did people call that sort of cat behavior? A love bite? I won't be caught dead doing that.
He made a huffing noise, more to himself than to anyone else, and continued to rub his face all over her face. He bumped his nose against her closed eyes, before dragging his tongue over one of her brows. Once that brow was clean he rubbed his ear over the spot, then continued with the next one.
Marinette giggled when his fur tickled the inside of her nose, flinching away to tease, "I thought you said it wouldn't work on you."
Chat pulled her back and nipped the tip of her nose in warning, before releasing a noise like a sigh and growl, that hardly had any affect because he couldn't seem to stop purring. "If you tell anyone about this I promise I will kill you."