*whispurrs* Teacup, is “Wanna dance?” for MariChat pawsible? (If you want you could instead do adrienette fur it?)
sorry this took so long bee <3 <3
and what’s this?? marichat that’s not just snarky or angsty?? incredible. miraculous. enjoy my current inability to write, i wish i could give you something better/longer bb
Marinette has grown used to Chat’s soft humming. It’s become the soft background noise that she likes to work to. Whenever he shows up on her balcony, he has a song in his head and a melody on his tongue.
He’s been playing with her hair all night as she sketched out idea after idea. Finals stress her out and scribbling down whatever dresses come to mind keep her from having even more of a mental breakdown.
She frowns when Chat stops singing to himself, hands still in her hair. “Chat?”
“Wanna dance?” he whispers.
Marinette twists around to give him a confused look. “Dance?”
He smiles widely as he nods. “Dance with me, princess?” he asks as he takes her hand in his.
“We have no music,” she points out. “And we can’t turn any on because I don’t want to wake my parents.”
Chat shakes his head. “Who says you need music to dance?”
“Still, my parents—”
He motions to the trap door above them. “You have a perfectly good balcony we could use.” He kisses the back of her hand. “May I have this dance?”
“I have two left feet,” Marinette says softly. “I’d just step on your toes.”
“My toes don’t mind,” Chat insists. “Besides, you don’t have to know how to dance, you just need a partner to follow.” He reaches up and pops open the trapdoor. “I’d happy lead if you’re willing to follow.”
His gentle smile makes her walls come tumbling down. She sighs and closes her sketchbook. “I’d love to dance then.”