did you forget that yellow bird?/ how could you forget your yellow bird?/ and she took a small silver wreath/ and pinned it onto me/ she said “this one will bring you love”/ and i don’t know if it’s true/ but i keep it for good luck
hi hello i am adrienette trash and incapable of writing/finishing a fic before midnight. adrien is a cat and thus he likes grooming and being pet. also domestic fluff is my jam, so this happened. hope you guys enjoy!
The midday sun was hot, his shirt was sticky, and Adrien was
ready to collapse in the street outside the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery. Honestly, he
wasn’t 100% sure how he even got there. He vaguely remembered the towering form of
his driver, but then again that could have been a tree. Probably. Maybe.
He sighed and finally mustered up the strength to enter the
cool, air-conditioned shop. Sabine greeted him just steps from the door and her
arm linked with his. She patted his hand as they suddenly seemed to be going
somewhere. Hopefully to Marinette. He really wanted to see Marinette.
“You were staring at the door for quite awhile, dear. How
was your shoot?”
The stairs tripped him up, and he took a moment to remember
how his legs functioned. Bring the foot up a little higher. Bingo.
“Good. Tiring. Ten hours of standing and being told to look
happy at 3 in the morning when I just wanted sleep. Can I see Marinette,
Sabine tightened her grip to stop him in the living room. He
halted and looked down at her with wide eyes, suddenly afraid he had said
something wrong. What had he said again?
But Sabine wasn’t glaring at him, or pulling away, just
smiling as she reached up to cup his face.
“You’re such a sweet boy.”
He hunched over and avoided her eyes—no matter how many
times Tom and Sabine treated him like family, he still couldn’t get over the
unabashed affection they had for him. It made him unbelievably happy, but small
pangs of guilt always followed when he thought about his own broken, abandoned
family. He was working on it.
A tender kiss on his forehead woke him up from whatever
stupor he had been in, and he blushed as Sabine patted his cheek. “Lay down on
the couch. Marinette had to run to the store, but she should be back any
There might have been more, but Adrien had kind of lost
track after “couch.” Soft, warm cushions and cozy blankets. Oh, yes, he would
like to lay there please and never get up. His knees practically buckled under
him as he flopped onto it, the soft pleasure quickly dragging his consciousness
away from him.
Hazy images of white butterflies and bright flashes swam around
his head until a cool hand on his forehead brought him back.
“Marinette,” he breathed.
There was a giggle and poke on the nose in response. “Hello,
sleepy kitty. I have a present for you.”
Adrien pulled his face away from the pillow and opened his
eyes. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, and he reached up to stroke some
stray hairs. “Is it a kiss?”
“Okay, two presents.” She leaned in and kissed his nose
before trailing her lips down to his. His fingers curled around her neck as he
brought her a little closer, sighing against her mouth.
“I like it.”
“I think you’ll love your next present even more.”
His brows furrowed as he tried to think of anything that
could be better. Marinette laughed and picked up a small bottle from the side
table, handing it to him. He squinted to read the label.
“Lavender essential oil?” The confusion woke him up a little, and he turned the bottle in his hands to see if there was more. Marinette
got up from her perch on the couch. She returned with a towel, a bowl of water,
and a comb. A connection appeared.
“Grooming?” he said, eyeing the comb. They had found out awhile
ago that someone brushing his hair turned him into a boneless mush, and Marinette
had been careful to remember that on bad days. Like today.
“With a special touch. I read online that lavender is good
for relaxing. Add a little of this to a bath and life is perfect.” She laid the
towel on the pillow he had been resting on, and settled into a chair next to
the couch. Another towel was set at her feet while the bowl was set next to it.
“I decided to tweak it and went for something more simple.”
He passed her the bottle, and she bent over to add some to the
water. The smell immediately wafted over them, and they both breathed in
deeply. Adrien laid back down, cheek against the soft towel as he looked up at
“You’re the absolute best. You know that, right? Wonderful,
beautiful, miraculous Marinette.”
She fidgeted in her chair before grabbing his head, pulling
him up. “Rest the back of your head here like a salon.”
Adrien could only see the top of her head from his position,
and he mourned the loss of her pretty, blue eyes. But then Marinette pulled the
comb through his hair, and he figured there wasn’t a point anyway.
His eyes closed, and he sighed as whatever tension had
been left eased out of his muscles. The comb fought all of his tangles and
hairspray chunks, and they were all lovingly untangled. That enough brought
Adrien back to the half-asleep state he had been in before, and then he felt a
different sensation. The plastic bristles felt cooler and a chill settled over
his scalp. The lavender washed over him, and he realized Marinette must have
dipped the comb in the water. Adrien might have some cat tendencies, but an evasion
of water had never applied. His head got even heavier as he sunk into the
couch, feeling especially pampered and clean and loved. The motions through his
hair blended into one feeling of satisfaction; he couldn’t feel the dampness anymore, but that cozy sensation stayed strong.
breathed in deeply. Suddenly, lavender smelled a lot like love.