Marichat May Day 2
Day 1: Milk
Day 2: Purring
Marinette was tired, heading home from a long day of school, when she heard someone sobbing their heart out.
Immediately, she felt protective. Who was crying so badly, in her patch, in her neighbourhood? Sensing an impending akuma attack, Marinette rushed down the alleyway, only to stop short at the familiar figure crouched near some trashcans.
“Chat Noir?” Marinette asked gently, inching forward and kneeling down beside him. His face was buried against his knees, and his arms were wrapped around them, shaking with his sobs.
“Hey,” she was really getting worried now as he continued to ignore her. “Are you hurt? Do you need help?”
Still Chat continued to cry, though he managed to shake his head. Marinette released a sigh, and patted his knee.
“Come on now, it can’t be that bad! Why don’t you tell me? I’m sure you’ll feel a lot better…”
The black cat was so hysterical that even when he tried to speak, his words became tangled with his cries and gasps for breath. Marinette swallowed and rubbed his arm reassuringly, but Chat shook his head again and burst into fresh sobs.
“You don’t have to talk,” she said. “Let’s just get you inside, okay? I don’t want any nosy photographers seeing you like this…”
She managed to help the black cat to his feet, and took him around to the back door of the bakery.
“Luckily, my parents just left for the theatre, so we have a few hours,” Marinette said brightly, trying to not show how concerned she was for her partner. She guided him up to her bedroom and he followed listlessly, sitting on the chaise-lounge and sniffling.
“Here, some tissues,” Marinette passed him a box, and he nodded, blowing his nose.
“Can I get you a drink? Something to eat? There’s fresh macarons, your favourite?”
She tried to tempt him, but Chat Noir shook his head. He had quietened, but now silent tears trickled down his mask and cheeks.
“Oh, chaton!” Marinette pulled him into a hug. “It’ll be okay, I promise! There’s nothing so bad that we can’t fix it…”
“We can’t,” Chat said hoarsely. “Not this time. Oh, Mari…he’s…he’s…”
The black cat choked and burst into a fresh fit, his chest heaving.
Marinette could feel herself panicking. Her friend was hurting, and she had absolutely no way of helping him.
She wracked her brains, rubbing his back as she tried to remember what had calmed her before, when she had felt like this. Hot water bottle and chocolate? He was crying too hard to eat. Marinette thought harder, her brain burning. There had been that one time, after a particularly bad day with Chloe, when she had decided to chuck designing for good, and Chat had comforted her…
Marinette smiled and eased herself onto the floor, lying on her back. Chat blinked at her, confused, and she opened her arms.
“Here, kitty,” she cooed, and he hiccuped, before kneeling down and carefully cuddling up against her. Marinette tucked his head under her chin, and started to purr.
Chat immediately stiffened in her arms and she tried harder to imitate the rumble that had soothed her before. Marinette stroked his messy locks, and she felt him relax against her.
It was hard going, especially with Chat’s weight on her, but she could sense his sobs becoming lighter, less fraught. He nuzzled against her neck, and she kissed the top of his head.
“You’re safe here, chaton,” she told him. “Now, rest.”
He nodded, and eventually started his own rumbling, before falling asleep.