A/N: This is part two of my short fic “Breathtaking in Black”. Since it was their birthday just the other day, part two of this Marichat fic is dedicated to the extremely wonderful @starkid-starkat . They are one of my closest internet friends that I have had the pleasure of speaking to thanks to tumblr. I really hope you enjoy it Sage :) Happy Belated Birthday!!!!
P.S. If reactions are good there will be more parts yet to come :). I was going to just skip to the dance scene, but then I realized I didn’t want to skip over Marinette’s constant freaking out internally while attempting to go to school and act normal. Plus, I couldn’t miss an opportunity to show Adrien’s point of view since he is the only one who knows why she is so flustered in class. Buckle up guys, gals and non-binary pals. This is gonna be quite a ride!
Marinette had gotten almost no sleep after Chat left her room late last night. She had lied awake for hours, but couldn’t get the sound of his voice as he asked her to make him one final promise out of her head. His eyes had been full of so much desire and admiration when they had made contact with hers. The rasp in his voice made her heart leap up into her throat. She could still vividly remember the way his touch felt as he gently caressed her hand and pressed his forehead against hers. She was in deep trouble.
“Come on Marinette! I know you’re tired, but you have to go to school,” Tikki insisted as she hovered inches from her chosen’s face. “This is why I told you to be careful about how much you let Chat into your civilian life! Not only did he give away a huge part of his identity to you, but you also promised to let him dance with you while both in civilian form!” Marinette blinked at her Kwami. She could barely hear Tikki’s little rant as she tried to pull herself together and collect her thoughts.
A dance. All she had promised him was a single dance. However, Marinette knew this was all about a lot more than a simple dance with her partner. This was a school sponsored event. He promised her he would be there. He had basically confessed to being one of her fellow classmates. Her head was filled with so many unanswered questions. Had they had classes together? Had they ever spoken while both in civilian form?
Most importantly who was he? She hated being in the dark.
Marinette took in a deep breath and let it out as she sat up and threw her covers off. She swiveled her legs around and let her feet touch the wooden floor.
She pressed her feet into the floor as she stood slowly and began to walk down the steps into the lower part of her room. “Sorry Tikki,” she finally mumbled as she walked towards her dresser. “I know I should have been more careful, but what’s done is done.” She sat down in her chair and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked absolutely awful. Bags had formed under her eyes. Loose strands of hair were tossed in several directions. She sighed as she turned her face slightly to examine it from different angles.
How could she have let this happen? She had let herself get carried away and that was so unlike her. More memories of the night before flooded her mind as stared at her own reflection. His eyes, voice and gentle touch had all left her speechless. He had never had this affect on her before, so why? Why was last night so different?
Was…was she falling for him?
She shook her head lightly in an attempt to clear the thought out of her head. She couldn’t possibly be falling for Chat Noir. Marinette was so sure that the only blonde haired classmate she could ever have eyes for was Adrien. Sweet, kind Adrien. She glanced over to the framed picture of him she kept on her dresser at all times.
A new sense of determination filled her body as she turned back to face herself in the mirror. “Nothing a little makeup and a hair brush can’t fix. Right Tikki?” Tikki smiled at Marinette’s new found courage. The teen brushed her hair into her two regular pigtails and managed to cover up the dark spots under her eyes. Chat Noir may have won last night’s little game, but Marinette was not giving up just yet. This was one mind game she simply refused to let him win. He was going to pay for making her lose precious hours of sleep and for making her doubt her feelings for Adrien like that.
She was going to school, and she was going to find him.
* * * * * *
Adrien had the best night’s sleep he’d had in months. How could he not be at peace? Marinette had made a dress completely inspired by his superhero alter ego. She had tried it on just to show it to him and it looked incredibly gorgeous on her.
All he wanted to do at first was let Marinette know how stunning her work truly was. He hadn’t meant to get such a reaction out of her. The way her brilliant blush appeared to light up the whole room. The way she laced her fingers together with his when he reached out to touch her hand. He couldn’t help himself. He needed to see her blush that way again. He wanted to leave her speechless one more time. Mostly, he wanted to see her twirl in that dress again. And so, he had asked her to dance. It seemed pretty logical to him. To Plagg however, it sounded utterly ridiculous.
“A dance? What on Earth were you thinking? How could you possibly think this would be a good idea?” Plagg was flying back and forth in Adrien’s room as if he were pacing. Adrien didn’t regret his actions one bit and continued to get ready for school as if a literal god wasn’t scolding him. “So what is your plan exactly here Agreste? You gonna just walk up to her at the dance and say ‘Oh hey Marinette, it’s me Chat Noir! Kiss me!’” Adrien rolled his eyes. Of course he had realized that dancing with Marinette at the Halloween ball would most likely mean revealing his identity to her, but frankly he didn’t really care. He knew Marinette well enough to know that she was trustworthy. He was confident that she wouldn’t tell anyone his little secret. To him, all that mattered was seeing her dance in that dress.
He was confused about one thing though. Ladybug. He knew he still had feelings for his partner. How could he not? She was beautiful, brave, confident and smart. But the one thing she wasn’t was in love with him. He knew she didn’t return his feelings, and that was okay. Adrien had come to terms with this fact a while ago and had been slowly falling for Marinette ever since. How could he not fall for her after all? Marinette was extremely talented, passionate, sweet and adorable. He knew it was wrong for him to pursue her while he still had feelings for his lady, but one simple little dance couldn’t possibly hurt.
“Plagg, nothing you say is going to change my mind. You should have seen the way she looked at me last night. She never looks at me like that in school.” Marinette had always seemed really uncomfortable around him in school and it bothered him a lot. She often kept her distance from him. Whenever they did interact, she always seemed to mumble her sentences and refused to make eye contact with him. Maybe that was the reason he visited her room so often. When he was chat, she was completely comfortable and confident around him. She didn’t mumble or stutter at all. In fact, she often made witty remarks or even showed signs of sass when speaking to his other half. He hoped that, if she learned the two were actually one person, she would be more comfortable around Adrien.
“What about ladybug?” Plagg pried as Adrien continued to walk around his room getting ready for school. The teen pulled his jeans up over his hips and looked up to meet his kwami’s intense glare.
“What about her Plagg? Do I still have feelings for her? Of course I do, but it’s pretty obvious that she doesn’t feel the same way about me and I want her to be with someone who makes her happy,” he stated as he buttoned his pants and began to remove the shirt he had slept in that night. “Besides, all I asked for was a dance. It’s not like I asked for Marinette’s hand in marriage.”
“No that’s not what I meant.” Plagg snapped harshly. Adrien dropped his shirt to the floor and looked up at Plagg in surprise. The kwami wasn’t normally one to raise his voice. “What I meant was,” he said at a volume Adrien was more used to. “Don’t you think it’s wrong for you to give away your identity to one of your classmates while Ladybug still has no idea who you are?”
Adrien sighed. Plagg was right for once. It would be wrong of him to go giving his identity to a girl he was only beginning to become close with without telling his partner as well. At the end of the day, ladybug was truly one of his best friends. He trusted her with his life.
“Alright then it’s decided,” he stated with a nod and a brilliant smile.
“You’ve realized this is ridiculous and decided not to tell her?” Plagg asked hopefully.
“Nope!” Adrien said as he looked up to flash a wide grin back at his little companion. “I’ve decided that, after I reveal myself to Marinette, I will tell ladybug everything as well.”
Plagg wanted to lose it and yell at his chosen so badly in that moment. However, he knew that smile all too well. Nothing that he said would ever change Adrien’s mind now. Whether he liked it or not, Plagg knew this was going to happen.
“Alright kid looks like you win this argument. I just hope you know what you’re doing.”
Adrien’s smile appeared to double in size at Plagg’s cease fire. There wasn’t a single doubt in Adrien’s mind when it came to his complete trust and faith in the two most important girls in his life. All he wanted was for Marinette to be comfortable around him. He wanted her to be able to have a regular conversation with his civilian form. He wanted her to see him as a friend she could be herself around. Was that really such a bad idea? Of course not. He parted his hair and combed his bangs out of his face.
He was going to school, and he was going to talk to her.
* * * * * *
The odds of Marinette showing up to school on time hadn’t been very good ever since she first put the earrings in. The odds of her arriving with enough time to visit her locker before class? Unheard of. And yet, something even more unlikely happened when Marinette arrived at school that morning. Not only did she have time to go get her books from her locker, but she also looked up to see a tiny green envelope taped to her locker door. She reached out and gently pulled the envelope off of her locker door before turning it over in her hands. On the back of the envelope, in cursive gold writing, was the word “Princess”.
The world seemed to stand still as Marinette read the word over and over in her head. Only one person had ever called her princess. Not only was Chat Noir a student at her school, but he had come to school early and left her a note. Chat knew which locker was hers. Marinette stared at the envelope for what felt like a year before a familiar voice finally moved her from her trance.
“Hey Mari!” Alya yelled from the other end of the hall. Marinette looked up to see her best friend running towards her. “You’re actually on time today” the brunette exclaimed as Marinette quickly stuffed the envelope into her back pocket and flashed a casual smile at her friend.
“I know right?” Marinette joked. “What are the odds?” Alya threw her arms around Marinette in a friendly hug which Mari quickly returned. The two pulled away and Alya gave Marinette a very questioning expression.
“Did you really think I didn’t see you stuff an envelope in your pocket girl? Are you hiding something?” Alya reached around to grab the letter out of Marinette’s back pocket, but Marinette spun around just in time to block her hand.
“It’s just some money Papa gave me for lunch today,” she lied. “If you keep messing around, we’ll both end up late to class this time.” Alya rolled her eyes and gave in. She knew Marinette was right and she didn’t feel like making up an excuse for the both of them. Marinette turned to grab a few books out of her locker and the two girls hurried off towards class.
They entered the classroom together just a minute before the final bell sounded. They quickly went to their seats behind Adrien and Nino and Marinette began spreading her books out on the desk in front of her. She could feel the note in her pocket. ‘What could it possibly say?’ she silently contemplated as she began aimlessly doodling on her notebook.
A friendly voice broke through her thoughts. “Good morning Marinette. Your hair looks really cute today.” Marinette was so lost in thought that she had only barely processed the sentence. Without thinking, she responded to the familiar voice without even a hint of hesitation.
“Goodmorning Adrien, you look cute today too.”
Marinette dropped her pencil flat on the desk in shock. She slowly looked up to see a blushing Adrien staring at her with his jaw hanging slightly open. Alya had almost stopped breathing and Nino had even taken his headphones off in anticipation of Adrien’s response to Marinette’s sudden confidence.
“Thank you!” he exclaimed with the brilliant smile she had fallen in love with years ago.
Marinette managed to stutter a quiet “you’re w-welcome,” before Adrien turned his head to greet Alya and Nino. Chat Noir playing with her brain was either going to do wonders for her relationship with Adrien or land her in the nut house. As she listened to her friends talk, Marinette quietly reached into her pocket to pull out the green envelope. She turned it over in her hands to read the gold lettering once again before bending over to place it inside her backpack. Marinette zipped it shut and sat up to begin doodling in her notebook once more. Little did she know that Adrien had seen her hide the note out of the corner of his eye and his heart was doing silent somersaults in his chest. Marinette had received his note. Marinette was so distracted by the note that she had dared to tell him he looked cute without a single flaw in her speech. These next three days were definitely going to be interesting to say the least.
i read your tags, and...i would like to hear your thoughts on the piercentyre dancing scene. also i love your blog and i hope you're having a lovely day ❤️
okay so i went through and watched it again just because of this ask, and oh man, the Yankee Doodle Doctor episode is just a great one for piercintyre shenanigans. Hawkeye’s line to Bricker in reference to Trapper “i promised Fred i’d never dance with anybody but him,” (they refer to themselves as Fred and Ginger a LOT, Hawkeye usually as Ginger), the “oh that’s my bad side” / “well it looks good to me” lines while they’re destroying the original film tapes, THIS
plus the “save your voice, my darling” as Trapper alternates between caring manager and ticked off bodyguard. it’s all just fantastic. but the dancing scene is definitely my favorite; they’re doing it to annoy Frank, who’s barely paying attention at all until they nearly bump into him, but Hawkeye’s got a very tender look in his eye and a gentle hand on Trapper’s waist that i just adore. plus their little roleplaying “you gonna be in town for the whole convention?” as an unlikely pair who met up at a medical conference. also the fact that they’re dancing after they got through with a long day of surgery, for no real reason other than to annoy Frank (who, again, was barely paying attention until the end of their dance), just tells me it’s an excuse to be close, hiding under a joke as always. there’s a reason practically every piercintyre shipper has a gif of it on their blog somewhere :P it’s a great episode and a great scene.
(now that i’m through ranting - thank you so much!! i hope you’re having a fantastic day too :D )