A/N: I say I wanna get rid of these snippets as soon as possible so that I don't have to stress over editing and posting them yet I continue to write more and more in the LO server. What a fucking fool. This drabble collection could likely reach over 100 chapters unless I decide to create another drabble collection or at least post some of the snippets individually after fleshing them out further. Anyways, this is for my marichat sluts ;)

Enjoy!


"I want to embrace your tears,
pains, and everything
But I feel that the more I run,
the farther I become from you
and I get worried
Where should I go…?"

Parallel Hearts - Yuki Kajiura (FICTIONJUNCTION)


Pairing - Marichat

Prompt - 'See Me'


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"What do I do, Marinette? I'm so hopelessly and madly in love with you," A thoroughly dishevelled Chat Noir clutched the duvet that the girl wrapped over his shivering form, his voice painfully broken (whether it was because he was very sick or because he was really emotional, his beloved partner wasn't able to tell) and his feline emeralds watery with lethargy. "Finding out...finding out your real name and identity is both the bestest day and worstest day of my life," He continued with a few more sniffles, burying himself further within the cotton pink comforts until all that was visible was his huge green eyes, his fluffy blond hair and his kitten ears.

Marinette wordlessly paused in her ministrations, her petite hand frozen on his forehead when she was checking his temperature (which was still much too high for her liking). Her eyebrows were furrowed and pretty pink lips pursed, beckoning her Chaton to continue with where he was going.

"I fell for you...both sides of you, so hard. And now knowing not only are you way out of my league, but you're also in love with Buttercup too? It hurts...it hurts so much..." Tears were now cascading down her partner's sad little face, his body seeming so small and vulnerable tucked in her bed. "Why don't you see me? What will it take for you to see me?"

The smile she wore was so adoring yet so bittersweet at the same time. She tilted her head ever so slightly to the side, wisps of dark midnight strands curling around her soft face and eyes practically glittering.

"I do, mon Chaton. I do see you. I've always been looking at you," She held his hand against her warm chest, baby blues compassionate with unadulterated love. "But...But...until the day we defeat Monarque, we cannot be any more than what we are for the sake of our safety and our loved ones too."

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"I hate him. I hate him so much. I just want to hold you in my arms. I want to kiss your pretty lips. I want to finally be yours." His tears continued to stream down his mask, his voice slightly nasal and gravelly and the edge of the duvet still covering the lower half of his flustered face. Marinette remained silent, lying down right next to him over the covers with her hand placed over his and offered what she hoped was a comforting smile. She knew that the last thing she should be doing was staying so close to her sick partner but dammit, she couldn't bear to stay another second apart from him.

Especially when he's so upset and crying those tears.

"Hate who?" She asked with a quaint mischievous tone, smile widening when the hero puffed out his cheeks in a manner that reminded her of hamsters stuffing their faces.

"Monarque. Buttercup. Hate them so much." He wiggled closer, honest emerald greens peering under his unruly, golden fringe. "I hate that they both caused you so much pain- even if it was unintentional on Buttercup's part." He squeezed her hand tighter, his brows pinched under his dark mask. "You deserve the world! The moon...the stars...everything!"

A vision of the destroyed moon and the annihilated city from the other timeline was quick to flash within Marinette's mind for a split second, causing her to be momentarily petrified on the spot and her eyes to turn to steel. However, she quickly brushed it away to the back of her mind, hoping that her partner didn't catch her bewildered expression and the way her muscles stiffened.

Hoping that he didn't detect the despondency that flickered within her blues because of the way he reminded her of his own battered yet lonely self decked in blinding white.

Perhaps if he wasn't so sick, he would've noted the tension that flared up within her frame.

"Again, that sadness in your eyes..." Maybe she spoke too soon. After all, her Chaton was so perceptive and patient andjust so loving; he'd be able to pinpoint if her hair was bent out of shape a million miles away. "I wish you were able to tell me what caused you so much pain and anguish. I wish I could protect you from it all so that you can smile freely like you once used to," This time, the other hand that was under the duvet peeked out to stroke Marinette's cheek, thumb rubbing the cheekbone tenderly and catching the lone tear that escaped her eye.

"One day, when things are different...when we're finally safe...I'll tell you," Marinette wore a wobbly but true smile, full of unspoken promises and vows. "First, get better, Chat Noir. Sleep. You need your rest."

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"Do I get a goodnight kiss?"

His soft yet cheeky request had Marinette's heart skip far too many beats for it to be healthy, her complexion taking on a brilliant red hue and all traces of her pain from earlier on were wiped off clean (much to his silent pleasure).

"Eh? B-B-But you're sick! I can't kiss you! O-Otherwise, I'd get sick!" Chat Noir smiled goofily under the covers as he watched his partner fall into a series of babbles and word soup, something he's more than familiar with as a civilian whenever they were at school or hanging out. Something that he always found so endearing and absolutely adorable to the point where it fuelled his wants and needs to stay by her side as much as possible.

Slowly, he sat up despite his aching muscles' protests, watching Marinette intensely as she followed suit to steady him with a cute flustered scowl.

Cute, cute, cute, his Lady is so cute~

"If you were really concerned about not getting sick, you wouldn't be so close to me right now~" He waggled his eyebrows with exaggeration, earning a soft but firm slap on the shoulders which only caused him to cackle quietly (or, dubbed by his Lady, his 'Gremlin Laugh').

"You shouldn't make j-j-jokes about kissing, silly Minou. Go to sleep!"

His face only softened even further, his green eyes vivid and the reflection of his lover on them so crystal clear. He was picturesque and undeniably belonged with her soft pink pillows and duvets and blankets, bathed under the golden hue of her twinkling fairy lights.

He was beautiful and wonderful and easily became a part of her home from day one.

"It wasn't a joke," Charmingly, he tilted his head to the side, kitten eyes pleading and golden skin lit up in a sweet, red feverish hue. "One kiss?"

"F-Fine. Give me your cheek-"

"On the lips, please?" He knew he was pushing it. He knew he was being selfish right now but at the same time, it just felt so right. He didn't know if it was because he's already shed all of his vulnerabilities and some of his true feelings before her or if it was because of an inner gut feeling he has never failed to trust.

Always following his heart.

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He expected another"no", a flick on the forehead or even a pillow being thrown to the face.

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He didn't expect the fleeting moment of her lips(soft, sweet, sinful lips) grazing his like the flutter of a butterfly's delicate wing.

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"That's all you're getting...silly Chaton..." Marinette murmured almost timidly, eyes averted away from his and the apples of her cheeks so red, they would have given her alter ego's suit a run for its money. "Silly boys who catch colds from dancing in the rain without an umbrella should suffer a little."

Chat Noir remained rooted on the spot, gawking at her with raw astonishment and pupils blown out to the point where his irises were only a thin ring of spring.

The blatant awe was immediately snapped out of him as a sudden pillow was slammed into his face without mercy, making him fall back on the bed and into the abundance of cushions. When he regained his bearings, he was face to face with his wonderful and extremely blushy Princesse.

"Quit staring at me and go to sleep! You're embarrassing me! Stupid!"

Chat Noir was evidently still in the middle of rebooting for all he replied back with was:

"I love you so much."

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He didn't get to sleep until he was whacked by the giant cat teddy a dozen more times.

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A/N: I may or may not be food poisoned by my lunch. Fuck you Lidl you weren't supposed to do me dirty like that!