Miraculous Drabbles

by callmecirce

This is a series of drabbles written in response to asks over on Tumblr. Most will be short, and they will cover a broad range of relationships and themes. I am treating these as speed writes, so I'm editing only for grammar and spelling, so please forgive me if these aren't as polished as what I usually try to post.

16. MariChat, Don't Let Go

"Don't let go, Chat! I'm almost done."

"I told you I wouldn't," he replied, patiently holding the pattern in place as she scooted awkwardly under him to cut the fabric around it. "What do you do when I'm not here to hold down your—oof—patterns?"

"Oops, sorry! I didn't mean to elbow you. Um, I have pattern weights." She finished cutting the fabric and slid the cover down over the blade of her rotary cutter, then gestured to the mess of sewing supplies in the corner. "But you saved me the trouble of digging them out."

He blew a piece of her hair out of his mouth. "Can I move now?"

"Oh! Yeah, I'm done cutting it out."

He straightened gratefully, and wandered over to her sewing corner. There were three small, pink, cylindrical bean bags sitting right on top; he curiously picked one up and tossed it into the air. "Is this a pattern weight?"

"Huh?" She glanced up from where she was shifting things around on her desk, and focused on the item in his hand. "Oh! Yeah, that's one of them. I have four or five of them around somewhere."

"There are three, right on top here." He picked up the other two weights and began juggling them. "Did you not look? Or did you just want the excuse to get to close to me?"

She looked at him sharply, blushing. "I uh, didn't look," she mumbled.

"And Princess, I couldn't help noticing that this fabric is black and slinky, but that your thread is an interesting shade of green." He sidled closer to her, still juggling her pink pattern weights.

"You—you did?" Her blush deepened, and she shoved the incriminating green thread into a drawer. "I mean, I left that out from another project."

"And your pattern piece was such an intriguing shape." He nudged her shoulder with his arm without dropping any of the weights.

"Is it?" She squeaked. "I mean, no, it isn't. Just a normal pattern, for a normal piece of everyday clothing. Nope, nothing intriguing about it."

"Princess?"

"Ye-es?"

He leaned over, still juggling the weights, and touched his forehead to hers. "Are you making Chat Noir themed panties?"

"No!" Her face paled and then darkened to crimson so quickly that he worried she might faint. "No no no no no! I'm making a Chat Noir bikini."

All three of the weights fell to the floor with muted thuds.