Shandy: Happy New-Years Eve! Sorry we've been missing for so long.

Candy: Christmas gets so hectic it's almost annoying... almost.

Shandy: Anyway, reviews!

OddDangerSpiritualCyberLover17: Thank you! Also, I'm pretty sure I've followed you (I haven't Favorited anybody in a long time), and you'll have to inspire me to review if you want me to comment on one of your stories. I hope you like a challenge! :)

mayuralover: It's okay. And you know that, and I know that, but he doesn't. Poor cinnamon roll...

Bookkeeper2004 (guest) XD that's perfectly fine, I know the feeling. And thank you!

KawaiiFanficLover: Yeah, white, black, and pink is better than black, yellow, and white. I personally think that the creators had that outfit as foreshadowing to who she would become- Queen Bee. Same with Alya- Rena Rouge. But you can decide for yourself.

Candy: Alright guys- we gotta question for you.

Shandy: We've reecently been thinking about making a companion story to 'A Cat of Many Things'. We were thinking it could be called 'A Princess of Many Talents', but if you come up with a better name we would appreciate it!

Candy: It'll basically be the same story, but from Marinette's POV instead of Adrien's.

Shandy: Please tell us what you'd like in the comments!

Candy: And now- on with the chapter!

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A few nights later, he decided it was time.

Chat Noir checked himself in the mirror, messing up his hair a bit. After doing a double-triple check, he did finger guns at the mirror and winked.

"Looking good, Agreste." He told himself, before he left the bathroom. Then he left the window and ran over to Marinette's house with the good luck charm she had given him- to prove that it was him. He landed nervously on her balcony, looking through the window to see if she was there.

She was. She seemed to be making something with the fabric that he had bought her. Smiling, nervously, he ran a hand through his hair. He sat down where he would normally place the presents and hesitantly tapped the window. He heard instant ruckus in the room below, and it wasn't long until the window opened, and her bluebell eyes met his green ones. She gasped, eyes wide.

'Crap she looks so cute, what do I do?!'

"Hello purrncess." He said with a smirk, winking at her. She blinked.

'Yup. Might as well pun. Does she like puns? What if she doesn't? No, wait, her father puned when I came over that one time, so she must like them… right?'

"Chat Noir?" She asked, almost in awe.

"Purresent." He raised his hand.

"And… do you…" She paused.

"Uh, I have the charm bracelet you gave me." He admitted, reaching behind him to show her the lucky charm on the back of his staff. She gently took it in her hands before smiling up at him.

"So… kitty." She decided to say. "You clearly know a lot about me."

"Y-Yeah."

"Want to come inside and learn more about each other together?" She offered.

"As long as it's okay with you Marinette." He said, and she giggled.

"Come on down. I apologize if it's a mess." She disappeared and he followed slowly, aware that he was walking into her room and that this was actually happening! He couldn't be happier!

Her room was literally pink. All over the place- it was all pink, with some white and black. He saw some of his gifts lying around, and he couldn't help but smile at them.

"Sooo…" She looked behind her to smile at him. "Welcome to my room."

"Fit for a princess, surely." He commented.

"That's not going to leave, is it?" She asked.

"Nope!" He said far too happy for her liking. "It's very cozy here."

"It is." She admitted. Then she pointed to her chaise. "Why don't you go on and sit down- I'll go and get some snacks." Then she moved to go downstairs. Chat Noir took the time alone in her room to settle his nerves. The amazing smell of her being was only intensified now that he was in her room, and it soothed him like a warm blanket on a cold and stormy night.

"Here we go." He turned to look at her as she brought up a tray of cookies and two cups of hot cocoa. "I hope you like them- I'm sorry they're not fresh."

"It's fine, princess." He said, sitting up and taking a cookie when she offered. He bit into it and hummed, his tail swaying behind him in delight. "This is delicious, Marinette!"

"Thank you." She giggled, sitting down next to him. "So… they're real?"

"Hmn?" Chat Noir stopped himself from shoving a second cookie in his mouth, swallowed, and spoke. "Oh, yeah, my ears. They're real, just like my tail."

"What about your eyes?" She asked.

"A…" Well, he couldn't just say 'my Miraculous does it. Oh, a miraculous is a magical jewel', so he decided on something else. "Contacts. Only while I'm in suit, of course."

"Of course." Marinette echoed. She tilted her head. "How do you hide them?"

"Well…" He paused, thinking. "I normally wear a baggy jacket, and use some fabric to keep my tail close to my back." He described. "My father managed to get some specially crafted headbands- they make it look like I'm just a normal human boy." He shrugged. "But it gets uncomfortable, and they're really easy to knock off. No P.E. and no touching my head."

"That's… kinda sad." She admitted. "Why can't you just show them to the world?"

"Well… Hafukyatto's are a fairly new species, and most of them are located in Japan. There hasn't been anything hinting that they've appeared in other places in the world. Mother wished for me to grow up like any boy would, without being bullied for the way that I look."

"That makes sense." Marinette admitted. "But I think that they're cute." She smiled nervously up at him, and he found himself melting. "Do… is it okay if I touch them?" She bit her lip, and he chuckled.

"Of course, princess." He said, tilting his head towards her. A hesitant hand reached up and gently touched the ear that was closest to her. Eventually, her hands started to play with his hair. Then he realized that he was purring. He pulled away a bit, embarrassed.

"S-Sorry." He said. "It's just… uh…"

"I'm sorry!" Marinette said at the same time. "I didn't mean to, I should've asked first, but…" They looked at each other, and eventually Marinette giggled. Chat Noir felt his heart grow and he laughed along with her.

"So, Chat Noir." Marinette said playfully. "What's your favorite color?"

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The next day at school, both Adrien and Marinette were starry-eyed when they got to class that morning.

"Dude, what's got you in such a good mood?" Nino asked once they sat down on they're bench.

"Nothing, Nino." He sighed, smiling up at the ceiling. "Nothing at all."

"Adrien, did you finally ask Marinette out?"

"W-What?!" Adrien stared wide-eyed at Nino, a blush growing all over his face and turning red. "A-Ask Marinette o-out?"

"I'm guessing that's a no."

"Wh-Why would I do that? She's a really good friend!" Nino raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, right, let's look at the evidence here." Nino altered the red cap on his head a bit. "First thing dude, is that you're always blushing around her or whenever she's brought up in a convo. Second, you only ever stutter around her. Third, you always have a dreamy look in your eyes when we're not around her, and when we're around her it's doubled."

"Really?" Adrien asked, confused.

"Yeah dude, it's pretty obvious." Nino laughed, patting Adrien on the shoulder. "You're lucky she has a whole fan-club of sorts, and that they actually are pretty okay with others liking her. Not much competition there- they all agreed that whoever she would get with would be fine for them." Adrien swallowed nervously.

"M-Marinette has a fan club?"

"Yeah- I used to be in it, but then I got together with Alya." Nino chuckled. "Nathaniel's in it too- I'm sure he could hook you up with some more friends and you can all fanboy about Marinette together." He shrugged.

"B-But we're just friends!"

"Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that."

Meanwhile, in the seat above them, Alya had finally gotten Marinette's attention.

"Girl, just what is up with you today?" She asked. "You haven't mentioned anything about your secret admirer, and you're staring into space like a love-sick princess." Marinette giggled at the mention of 'princess', having remembered Chat's nickname for her.

"I've already told you, Alya. It's nothing." Alya raised a sceptic eyebrow.

"Uhuh. Like I'll believe that." Alya turned to face the front as Mme. Bustier walked back in. "I'll get it out of you yet, girl."

"I highly doubt that."

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