Inspired by Papaya, the sweetest fruit around.
Aged up a bit, ergo, established MariChat "friendship"
Sexually frustrated Adrien anyone?
12-Dead Wrong
...placed bets with Alix and Alya as to the nature of their relationship. Alix seemed to favour the 'secret lovers' scheme while Nino had settled for 'secretly dating' Alya was less sure and had instead put up twenty euros to 'not dating at all.'
Marinette's eyes widened at the state of the washing machine. Bubbles spilled over the edge and water covered the floor, making it incredibly slippery.
"I'm so sorry love." Sabine said, her sleeves rolled up past her elbows as she dug Marinette's jumper out of the watery, soapy mess. "You won't be able to wear this, you'll have to find something else."
"Mum I don't have anything else; all my jumpers are in there!" Marinette wrung her hands together anxiously.
"Don't you have that black one?" Her mum returned to digging the clothes out of the washing machine.
Marinette started in surprise. She did have a black hoodie, but it wasn't one she had intended to be worn outside. In fact, she'd rather freeze to death than wear it out in public. What if he saw it? That was a disaster waiting to happen. The snow continued to fall outside and one step into the frosty air caused Marinette to race back inside and search for the incriminating black jumper, furiously cursing the hero of Paris, for who else could have bestowed her with such bad luck that she had to wear such an embarrassing piece of clothing to school? She pulled it over her head and after a moment's hesitation she tugged the bands on her twin-tails releasing them, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. She just knew that her friends would tease her about her choice of attire. And she knew she would die of embarrassment if a certain cat saw it. She was very, very wrong.
She was early today, she wasn't sure if she was grateful that people wouldn't stare at her when she walked in late or if she wished she'd stayed home until the bell rang. Her female classmates-Rose in particular-loved it they demanded to know if they were part of a new Chat Noir line and when Marinette revealed that it was a one-of-a-kind sweater, Rose voiced her disappointment. Marinette hadn't expected such a positive reaction to her new hoodie. When she originally made it, it had been for her own pleasure, a secret for herself that no one would understand or even see and she was relieved that no-one questioned the choice of wording emblazoned on the front.
During the end of their lunch break, Adrien arrived and wandered into the classroom where Rose had demanded Marinette properly model her new jumper. The black hoodie with the word 'Princess'-a paw print above the 'i'-stitched across the front in pink cursive caught his eye immediately and he felt a smug grin stretch itself onto his features as he slid into his seat. A strange sense of possession rolled over him and he found he was unable to wipe the stupid smile off his face. Chat Noir would certainly be paying his 'friend' a visit tonight. He peeked at her from under his lashes utterly satisfied with the current state of events as Marinette walked up and down the front of the classroom with his secret pet name for her splashed across her chest. Mine, mine, mine, mine, his heart sang. Her hips swayed tantalisingly and his tongue flicked across his lips without his permission as his eyes travelled her form. He blinked several times to clear his vision. He was coming dangerously close to the kind of thoughts he should definitely not be having at school lest he gain a problem. In fact, he shouldn't be having those thoughts at all she was his friend for crying out loud and it wasn't like they were a couple or anything. But then... he thought, people have done things without being a couple and- Ah! What are you doing, stop it. Poor Marinette, she'd hate you if she knew!
She didn't object to other things.
The sinful part of his brain argued. In fact, she was quite an... active participant. And it's very obvious she has feelings for you so you should just call her your girlfriend now and get it over with.
He squeezed his eyes shut to ignore the voice that demanded he do something about-or to-the girl in front of him and lowered his gaze to Nino's history notes, green eyes strayed once again to Marinette and this time they fixed on her hair. It was loose and swung at her shoulders with every movement, glittering satin that framed her face and made her bright eyes piercing. They made brief eye contact and his flirty remark died in his throat as she smirked at him. His stomach twisted and his fingers itched. Did she know he was Chat Noir? Did she figure out exactly with whom she had been sharing moonlight trysts? Did she do this on purpose to tease him? To taunt him? Surely even she wouldn't be that cruel? His thoughts wandered to stolen moments in her room and he groaned internally. Yes, yes she would do that. But as he watched her flush from the attention he was struck with the thought that if she had somehow discovered he was Chat Noir, surely she would have focused more of her attention on him? She would have said something flirtatious by now and grinned as he writhed under her gaze, unable to even touch her in front of their classmates. She hadn't done this on purpose and the thought comforted him, but it didn't lessen the dull ache that had begun to settle in the pit of his stomach. He tore his eyes away from her legs, long, curvy and inviting in a skirt and leggings, and placed his forehead on the cool table a soft moan escaping his lips. Studiously ignoring the beautiful giggles that resounded in his heart he wrestled with the sinner in his mind, furiously demanding that it go and sit in the corner and not think about the things he was thinking of doing to Marinette.
"You okay man?" Nino whispered. Adrien turned his head to the side to look at his friend. He was grinning slightly and Adrien suspected Nino was fully aware of the source of his discomfort. Nino was not oblivious to the way Adrien had been looking at his classmate for the past few months and had in fact placed bets with Alix and Alya as to the nature of their relationship. Alix seemed to favour the 'secret lovers' scheme while Nino had settled for 'secretly dating' Alya was less sure and had instead put up twenty euros to 'not dating at all.'
"I think I ate something bad." He lied, before covering his face with his hand and sitting upright again, determined this time, to not think about the time he spent in Marinette's room. To not think about her soft, soft lips that trailed loving, gentle kisses up his neck and along his jaw or her hand that stroked his hair as they watched movies or her voice that could go from sugar-sweet to sultry-vixen in a matter of seconds or her legs that fit neatly over his hips or- He shook his head and bit his lip in agony. He'd been at school for less than fifteen minutes and she'd already tied him up in knots. That had to be a new record.
His eyes strayed back to her, purposefully avoiding certain parts of her physique. Marinette began to spin around for a final turn when Nino pointed out something that did things to Adrien's stomach.
"Hey Mari, are they ears?" Marinette and Adrien froze while Alix peered over her shoulder to look at the hood.
She faced Nino in surprise but before she could react, Alix pounced on her, putting up the hood to showcase two black leather ears on the top of the hood. Adrien's mouth felt dry and he ran his tongue over his lower lip as Marinette's face changed into a beautiful shade of red. Something stirred in his stomach and he desperately tried to get rid of the sensation. Think of something else, think of something else he chanted.
"Meow." Alix commanded placing her hands on her hips.
"What? No!" She bought her clutched hands to her chest and he noticed that the sleeves were slightly too long to be practical, coving the bottom half of her palms. He wondered if she hadn't finished making it yet, or if it was intentional. He suspected the latter. The less angelic side of him registered the pink on the palm side of the sleeve and smirked in primal satisfaction as it recognised a paw pad. She bit her lip and his eyes zeroed in on the soft pink before he looked away again, focusing his gaze out the window instead.
"Do it!" Alix pulled at one of the ears and poked the blushing girl in the side.
Marinette ducked her head in submission and he couldn't help but watch as she raised a hand in a paw-like gesture, fingers lightly curled. Please Marinette don- "Meow?" She offered, tipping her hand forward in a wave. Oh for the love of- He all but slammed his head on the table in frustration while Rose and Alya cooed over Marinette, her face still a brilliant shade of scarlet.
"Isn't she cute?" Alya asked him as patted Marinette's cheek. The bell rang and everyone returned to their seats, Marinette was yet to remove her hood.
Adrien spun in his seat. If she was going to torture him then so be it. He'd be able to see her tonight anyway and he'd be damned if she was getting off lightly during school even if she didn't know he was Chat. Her blue eyes peeked up at him through her fringe. "Very adorable." He said, enunciating each syllable with care. He felt his smirk grow wider at her flustered expression. "Who's the lucky guy?" He asked cheekily.
"W-w-what?"
He jabbed his chest with his thumb, where the word 'Princess' would be if he was wearing the jumper. "Can't be a princess without a prince." He explained, resting an elbow on Marinette's desk.
Marinette squeaked in surprise and Alya snorted. "Don't be sexist of course she can." When Marinette didn't respond she glanced over at her friend. "Is there someone?" She asked, eyebrow raised in surprise.
Marinette raised her hands in surrender. "No! No of course not!" She giggled nervously and a blush bloomed on her cheeks and Adrien's thoughts strayed once again to their midnight rendezvous.
Alya opened her mouth to pursue the subject but the teacher called the class to order and she was forced to save it until after school.
Adrien didn't have a change to pursue Marinette after school as himself. She'd bolted as soon as the bell had rung and he felt disappointed. On the downside, he had fencing that afternoon and therefore wouldn't be able to see her until after his patrol but on the upside... He grinned, the dark was a much better ambience for the visit he had in mind.
He flew around the block and landed on her windowsill with a thump. He spotted her sitting on her lounge, looking deceptively innocent in pink pyjamas. He lifted the window and she didn't even glance up from her book as she greeted him.
"Good evening." She turned the page in her book and he crossed the room in half a second.
He rested one knee up on the lounge and placed one hand on the armrest behind her back. Leaning in he plucked the book from her hands. "Hey, I'm reading that." She protested, looking up at him. His mouth curled into a grin and he pressed a kiss to her temple.
"It is a good evening." He agreed, placing the book on the floor and shifting his weight so he was leaning entirely on the chair. He kissed the junction of her neck and her jaw before pressing his lips to hers. She hummed against him and reached up to wind her arms around his neck, pulling him down. His gloved hands brushed against her cheek and she broke away first.
"Come back here, I'm not done yet." He whined, his eyes still closed as he chased her. He heard her giggle and she pressed a chaste (to his disappointment) kiss to his lips.
"Did you miss me that much kitty-cat?" She laughed, his eyes fluttered open at the sound and he smiled at her before sliding onto the couch beside her, draping his leg over hers. If she didn't want to kiss him, he wasn't going to force her. And it wasn't like being close to her at all was something to sneeze at. Just holding her like this was a gift in and of itself and he wouldn't trade her for the world.
"Of course, my Princess." He replied easily, slipping an arm behind her shoulder. "And I did hear about your interesting choice of clothing today. Cat ears hmm?" He nuzzled her neck affectionately and she giggled before sobering up.
"I didn't have anything else to wear!" She protested, though she didn't push him away as he kissed her hair and then her ear.
"Mmhmm." The sound rumbled in his chest and she narrowed her eyes at him. He ignored her glare and continued to shower her in soft kisses.
"The washing machine broke." She continued. "And it was all I had." He chuckled and rested his forehead against her temple.
"I don't mind Princess." He said quietly. His warm breath ghosted her face. "Especially when it's so obviously meant for me to see." He smirked against her skin as she flushed and pushed at his chest.
"No it was not!" The smile receded slightly as he studied her. Was she actually annoyed or was she pretending? He chose to back down in case it was the latter.
"Apologises my dear." He raised their intertwined hands to his lips and pressed the back of her hand to them. "My knightly-
"Oh!" The breathy gasp slipped out and she sat up grinning. "That reminds me." She detached herself from him and he pouted as she crossed the room and opened her wardrobe. She pulled out a black item of clothing and threw it at him. "Here." She said, closing the door behind her. It was a hoodie in the same style as hers but when he turned it around to inspect the front he grinned with delight.
"Matching hoodies Princess?" She shrugged and crawled into his lap.
"A kid in my class asked about it, you're not exactly the princely type but I figured a knight would suit you just fine." She pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw.
He examined the jumper carefully and then, to his horror, noticed a very big mistake. He wondered if he should point it out or let it go and she looked up at him, concerned.
"You don't have to wear it!" She blurted out. "I just thought it'd be funny." She fidgeted with the zipper on his pocket nervously. "You don't even have to keep it. I'll just-" She reached for it and he snatched it back with surprising speed.
"I love it I swear." He promised, cupping her cheek in his hand.
"But?" She prompted, biting her lip.
"You spelt it wrong." He said hesitantly. He wasn't sure how she'd take to learning she'd made a mistake but he was about to find out. He flatted the jumper out so she could see the gold lettering across the front.
"No I didn't." She said after examining it for a moment. "It looks right to me." He was about to point out the mistake but then she laughed. "No, Chat it's supposed to be spelt that way. It's a pun." He must have looked confused because she tapped his cheek and then the lettering as she read it out for him. "Knight in Shining Amour." She glanced up at him and flushed at his open mouth.
Oh.
Amour not armour but amour.
Oh.
He grabbed her face with both hands and kissed her before pulling her to his chest as he laughed. "I see. How could I have been so silly as to think my purr-fect Princess could make such a careless mistake?" He spoke between his kisses and her giggles. His heart felt light and he thought his face might break.
"I don't know." She laughed. "I am the cat's pyjamas." She winked and he roared with laughter, chest shaking with the sound.
"I'd pre-furr you weren't wearing any pyjamas." He grinned and she rolled her eyes before twisting her body to straddle him.
"Yes I know." She sighed in mock-disappointment. "But-"
He kissed her to stop her words. "I know." He said, pulling back slightly, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "I'm only teasing."
She grinned against his lips and reached up to hold his face. "I'm going to kiss you now." She told him. He didn't protest.
Ladybug hid her grin as Chat swung his weight back and forwards cheerfully. He was gushing about the jumper his friend had made for him and how they were matching and how his had a clawsome pun on it and how they were matching jumpers.
She giggled behind her hand. "A female friend then Chat?" He paused before grinning at her widely and tucking his hands behind his head.
"Yeah. She's pretty amazing." He said. His voice contained no trace of 'I'm trying to make you jealous' it was simply an admission of his affection. "Did you know she bakes?" He asked her.
She rolled her eyes. "You mentioned it once or twice."
His ears flattened against his skull and his smile drooped. "Sorry I just-"
Ladybug waved her hand at him. "Don't worry about it. I know you like her a lot." At those words, his eyes misted over and a dewy, sappy, lopsided smile painted itself onto his face and if it wasn't directed at her-well at Marinette-she thought she might have been sick.
"Yeah. I do."
"Aw." She said teasingly, giving his shoulder a playful shove. "You've got it bad." She said laughing, she had meant it as a joke and really wasn't expecting the red flush that spread rapidly across his cheeks and down his neck. She saw his Adam's Apple bob as he swallowed hard. "Seriously?" She asked.
"Don't make it sound like a bad thing." He said defensively, refusing to meet her eyes. He lifted a hand and scratched at his shoulder. "I want to get her a gift."
The sudden change in topic startled her, but she wasn't going to press for more information that he wasn't willing to give. But the choice of topic confused her. Christmas was over and her birthday wasn't until August
"Is it her birthday?" She hedged, leaning forwards to glimpse his expression. She wasn't aware that Chat even knew her birthday. It wasn't information she'd shared with him yet.
"What?" He glanced over at her quizzically before his expression cleared. "Oh, no, no her birthday isn't until August." Ladybug tried to hide her surprise, she didn't recall telling him her birthday so how did he know? "But she made that hoodie. I can't not give her something in return."
Nope, nope, nope. Ladybug flapped her arms around. She'd never been on the receiving end of a gift from Chat, but she suspected, that, like everything else about it, it would be extravagant which could become a problem in the future. If she nipped it in the bud now, it wouldn alleviate those problems for both Ladybug and Marinette. "Maybe she was just being nice?" She offered, getting ready to prepare a big speech about how she probably just wanted to give him something since they couldn't see each other often and how he shouldn't feel obligated to get her something because then she'd get him something else (or she assumed she would, from what Chat has told her about his mystery girl, because she's never actually met his 'friend') and that it would just become a big cycle. But before she could get a word out he stood up, grinning so widely she thought his face would break.
"Ladybug I have the perfect gift!" He grabbed her shoulders and shook her slightly. "My dad has all these clothes leftover from his new li-uh, work. I know exactly what she'd love!" He stopped shaking her and stepped back. "Thanks, you've been a big help!" He sprung away and Ladybug sat on the roof, wondering what exactly in a past life she'd done wrong to deserve such a weird best friend. Though, she did have Alya, so that evened things out a bit.
Marinette was hunched over her sketchbook by the time he arrived the next evening. He knocked on the window twice before lifting it and slipping inside. He smirked as her mouth twitched, acknowledging his presence and he noticed she was wearing the jumper that had quickly become his favourite piece of clothing that she owned.
"Hey there." She glanced over at him and rolled her eyes when she saw that he was wearing the hoodie she'd given him. She felt the beginnings of a blush form under her skin because they were wearing matching outfits but she pushed the feeling down because she didn't even know his name, and she couldn't let him know she was so pleased to see him with her mark on him in plain sight.
He tugged at the collar. "This is so warm Princess." Marinette felt a strange sense of satisfaction and affection, he was wearing something she made, and something that was essentially a confession of her feelings for him.
She grinned and stretched her arms over her head before standing up and walking over to him. "Of course it is. I made it."
He wound a hand around her waist and raised an eyebrow at her she noticed one hand remained behind his back and she tried to peek over his shoulder to see what he was hiding. He spun her around so her back was flush with his chest, his hand still resting on her hip.
"Hey." She whined. "I want to see." She tried to wriggle away put he placed his lips on her shoulder, effectively stopping her escape and sending any thoughts about what he was hiding straight out the window. He hummed against her exposed skin, sending thrills down her spine, her hands balling into fists as he worked his way up her neck. "Chat." His name was a breath on her lips and she titled her head away from him to give him unrestricted access to her throat.
"That's new." His chin rested on her shoulder and she opened her eyes to see what he was referring to. A full length mirror with a white frame leant against the opposite wall.
"Ah." She felt a twisting sensation in her stomach which confused her. Why would she feel nervous about a mirror? "For my designs, I didn't like taking them down to the bathroom to see them from all angles and-" His lips on her neck stopped her words. She looked at the mirror again and this time couldn't stop the blush from spreading to her ears and neck. Reflected back at her was her and Chat, his arm curled around her body, hand resting just below her ribcage, fingers easily reaching the other side of her torso. His head was facing her neck and she could feel his lips moving almost chastely up and down her skin, sending wave after wave of affection through her. He stopped his showering of kisses and rested his chin on her shoulder again, cheeks pressed together.
"Don't you think we look cute together Princess?" He winked at her reflection and he grinned when she rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say kitty." But she couldn't exactly deny it. Their features-what she could see of his anyway-seemed to balance perfectly, complimentary to one another. Beside him she could almost pretend she was beautiful.
"I have a gift for you." He purred he straightened up and moved his hand to her shoulder instead. "But you're going to have to close your eyes okay?" She raised her eyebrow at him and he laughed. "No funny business I swear Princess. Cat's honour." He raised his hand up in an 'I swear' gesture and she closed her eyes.
At first he was surprised that she did, he thought she'd have put up more of a fight or at least protest some, but her display of trust warmed him and he ran his fingers over her hair before stepping away from her. "No peeking." He warned. "Or else."
"Or else what?" Her eyelids twitched but they remained closed.
He sighed dramatically. "I'll be forced to kiss you." He unpicks the drawstrings of the bag and withdraws the gift.
"Doesn't sound like much of a punishment to me." She hums. He chuckles and slips his arms over her shoulders, positioning the dress over her body as though she was wearing it.
"I guess not. You can look now."
Marinette opens her eyes and catches his eyes in the mirror before they are drawn to something else. "Ah!" She gasps. He was holding up a black qipao in front of her. It was short, ending just above her knees and the sleeves flowed almost seamlessly from the rest of the dress. But what caught her eye was the gold embroidery that started at the left shoulder and stretched to the right side of the waist line. Tiny, intricate, beautiful golden flowers were stitched onto the qipao, each flower was no bigger than her fingernail and so obviously hand stitched with love that she wanted to cry. She'd never owned something so beautiful before, she'd never had the money for that kind of silk or thread even when she'd started selling her clothes; she often only had just enough to start making the next piece.
"Do you like it?" Dimly she registered Chat's voice and she looked up at his face in the mirror.
"Where did you get this?"She breathed. She raised her hands and ran her finger along the button and then the embroidery. It didn't surprise her that it was made of fabric rather than plastic, though without further inspection, she wouldn't be able to tell what it was.
"I'm very well connected." He smiled and pressed his lips to her temple. "Is it safe to assume that you like it?" She didn't, couldn't answer, because suddenly she caught sight of the tag and even though it was upside down, she'd recognise it anywhere. Gabriel Agreste. She looked up at Chat. She wanted to kiss him, slap him, shaking him and hug him because this must have cost him a fortune and she knew she'd never seen it before which meant it wasn't for sale yet, or even worse, it was one-of-a-kind and it was so much more beautiful than the silly jumper she'd given him.
"Chat I can't-"
"La, la, la, la!" He sang, grinning. "No take-backies my fair Princess." She tried not to smile at his grin, it was the same one he'd worn the night before when he told Ladybug he had the perfect gif-
"Can't be a princess without a prince."
"And I did hear about your interesting choice of clothing today."
"Her birthday's not until August."
"My dad has all these clothes from his new li-uh, work."
"My dad."
Gabriel Agreste.
Adrien...
ADRIEN?
"Princess?"
SOMEONE DREW FANART FOR CHAPTER 7? It is legit the cutest thing I've ever seen in my entire life and I screamed for like 5 minutes. I'd love to give you guys the link but doesn't allow it so if the artist would like to message me either on tumblr (lastroseofspring) or on here so I can show you guys that would be great because everyone needs to see it. Chat in the Cat beanie is too cute, I cry.
Prompt 13-Running Away
