Marichat "don't be fucking rude" prompt (your writing is great btw)
Thank you anon! I am glad you like my writing ^_^ (I should be writing more stories, but I am sniffly and finding doing long form hard so i am taking a break by doing drabbles. Hopefully it will clear my head enough to finish the chapter I wanted to get done today!)
WARNING: Some strong language and suggestive themes! You have been warned.
“What are you staring at?” Marinette cried at last, whirling in her chair to face Chat Noir who was mere inches from her face.
“hold still, I am trying to count your freckles,” he said completely unperturbed by either her close proximity or her glowering expression.
“Have you ever heard of personal space?” she hissed, “Don’t be fucking rude!”
Chat blinked but showed no other sign of being deterred by her wrath. “I can’t count your freckles accurately from across the room, now hold still.”
Marinette groaned but did as he asked, figuring it was easier to just indulge his insanity and get him out of the way then try to argue with him. She had no idea what had lead to Chat Noir’s bizarre visit today, or his sudden unprecedented interest in her life, if his non-stop questions earlier were anything to go by.
“Are you almost done,” she whined, trying not to think about why she was finding his closeness so unsettling.
“Just about,” he grinned, and her heart gave a traitorous little thrill. He really was unfairly pretty.
“You have 27 freckles across your nose,” Chat said leaning in even further until their noses bumped. “And just for the record princess,” he said his voice dropping to a sultry whisper, “I am not fucking rude. When I am fucking I am extremely accommodating,” and before she could move he darted forward, kissed the tip of her nose and hurriedly ran away, laughing.
The next morning Marinette trudged blearily into class. Her night had been restless, in no small part to the flurry of daydreams brought on by Chat’s parting comment. Even her icy cold shower this morning had done little to stop her wandering mind or flushed skin.
“Good morning my bestest best friend who I know far better than Adrien know’s Nino!” Alya crowed as she dropped down into her own seat.
“Are you two still going on about that?” Marinette sighed, dropping her head against the desk and wondering if she could try sleeping through class, or if she ran the risk of subjecting herself to another Chat-infused dream session.
“This is the last day of our epic battle,” Alya said with feigned shock at Marinette’s disinterest. “I am going to 50 Euro richer before class even starts. Where do you want to go for lunch?”
“What if Adrien wins?” Marinette ask, cracking one eye open and looking up at her friend.
“Eh, he gets to pick my next 3 articles on the Ladyblog. But there is no way he is going to win. He would have to get my question right- doubtful- AND I would have to get his wrong, and there is no way Adrien knows anything about you that I don’t already know.”
“OK,” Marinette mumbled. Closing her eyes again.
“Ah the man of the hour and his supposedly hertosexual life mate,” Alya cried.
“We like to keep our love free from the tabloids thank you,” Marinette heard Nino say and Adrien let out a light laugh.
“OK Agreste,” Alya said, “my final question, to see if you know my boyfriend as well as I do-”
“He does, you’re gonna lose babe.”
“Shut up honey.”
“Just giving you a head’s up.”
“What,” Alya continued, “Is Nino’s favorite childhood ice cream flavor?”
“Trick question- Nino didn’t have Ice cream till you took him to get some on your guys second date.”
“Damnit! Still, you haven’t proven that you are the most observant person in this little circle, you still haven’t given me my question. Despite your impressive line of questioning thus far, I defy you to come up with something about Marinette that you know and I don’t.”
Marinette was glad her face was plastered against the side of her desk to hide her flaming face.
“OK,” Adrien said mischievously, “how many freckles does Marinette have across her nose?”
Marinette’s eye shot open.
“You don’t know the answer to that,” Alya said warily.
“Just answer the question,” Adrien said smugly, “or do you admit defeat?”
“19,” Alya said nervously.
“Wrong, 27. Looks like I win.”
Whatever response Alya was about to give was cut off by Marinette’s loud, piercing scream.
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Warning- I will NOT be taking repeat prompts! Only one drabble per prompt! (See the list here: http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159474846531/reposting-so-i-can-edit )