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zodiac sign: leo
height: like 5′5′’ orientation: gay? bi? + gray-asexual nationality: american favorite fruit: mango favorite season: fall favorite book: i haven’t been reading many books lately to choose a favorite from but i did read that d.a book the masked empire and i liked that favorite flower: all the flowers, i can’t choose, they’re all too beautiful and good favorite scent: basically anything floral favorite color: green, especially deep, dark greens and pastel green favorite animal: dogs!! (also foxes, seals, and cows) coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: tea (black chai and jasmine green are the best) but hot cocoa too average sleep hours: a lot cat or dog person: dogs favorite fictional character: i feel like saying dorian is cheating and too obvious but number of blankets you sleep with: three dream trip: i don’t think i have a dream trip? but it would be fun to stay in one of those big tree house places (as long as it isn’t too high off the ground) blog created: last summer i think
The tension was palpable as Adrien’s eyes remained locked
with Marinette’s, both refusing to avert their gaze and back down. She was the
first to give, her hard stare flickering uncertainly in the hope of mercy, but
it was all for naught. In one firm motion, he swatted his paw in a large and
powerful sweep, promptly sending the blue ball of yarn flying across the room.
Marinette slumped and flung her arms in the air, throwing
what little she had completed of the mittens down. “That’s the fifth time already!” She groaned
loudly, shooting him a nasty glare. Adrien turned away. He stubbornly refused
to acknowledge her less he start regretting his petty actions, the inevitable
guilt fighting to come out. Yet, he only squashed it down and continued to pout
as she pushed back her chair in defeat to once again retrieve her ball of yarn.
He’d been delighted to find Marinette in her room that late morning
when he’d come scratching at her window. It had been so early that she hadn’t
even left it open for him. When he peered inside he was pleasantly surprised to
find her already bent over her work as she knit his gift, hands skillfully
twisting and pulling on yarn. Adrien had leapt back with a yelp when Tikki suddenly
flew up into his face, giggling, as she
was the first to notice him. Plagg had had to press himself flat against his
back so she wouldn’t see him while she unlocked the hatch.
After that mini-heart attack, Adrien figured some of her
luck must have been rubbing off on him because she didn’t even bat an eye or give
any hint that she suspected anything wrong and merely floated back down to
Marinette, allowing Adrien to sneak down in a way that kept Plagg hidden out of
sight until he made it to the box. As before, Plagg didn’t say a word though he
could feel his kwami shaking against him all the while with stifled laughter.
At least Plagg seemed entertained by all this, Adrien thought dryly. It was out
of the ordinary that he was humoring him so much, but he wasn’t about to make a
comment about it. If he hadn’t been getting his own little kick out of this,
there was no way Plagg would be so indulging.
It had been a slight gamble to come this early because it
was the weekend and he hadn’t known for sure what she’d be doing but if the way
she was hunched over her work was any indication, she didn’t seem to be
planning to go anywhere. His heart had swelled happily. Like this, he could
spend the whole day with her.
At least that’s what he’d initially thought. He’d spent a
good fifteen minutes sitting patiently in front of her, unable to control his tail
which flickered back and forth in eager anticipation of her petting, but when
she continued to focus on her project, only glancing up briefly every once in a
while to check her design, it quickly became apparent that her focus was
entirely on making the gloves. And since her focus was on the gloves, that
meant one crucial thing as far as he was concerned. That it wasn’t on him.
It had been like that for hours now and he couldn’t take it anymore! Feeling dejected at
first, he’d half-heartedly allowed Tikki to entertain him with some of his-no, the toys, which distracted him for a
while (he swore that it was only to humor her, only that! ) but eventually the novelty had worn off and he was
aching for pets.
Obviously, if he was in his right mind and not feeling just
a little attention starved, he’d realize what exactly he was doing, but desperate times called for desperate
measures. He had tried begging for attention in all ways civilly possible like
meowing insistently at her to look at him, pawing her leg to the point where he
was clinging so hard she had to shake him off, and then even going so far as to
sit straight in her lap so she would at least look at him. But she was adamant about her work and expertly
ignored him, barely reacting except for the occasional pat which were
half-hearted at best.
Planting himself face down while mewing incoherently, Adrien
was momentarily staggered as he was struck with just how well this situation
could fit Chat Noir and Ladybug. It was laughable. Though at the same time not,
he thought and looked up to stare at her with slit eyes.
If anything, it was something he had learned about her: when
Marinette committed, she became absorbed.
The fact that it came at his expense to the point where he felt invisible just
wouldn’t do though.
By that point he was so deprived of her affection that he
may or may not have finally snapped and “accidentally”
knocked all the supplies off her desk
with his tail. She’d just chuckled with a small sigh and shake of her head, but
when she had been forced to put down her supplies and finally pet him properly it was almost pitiful how quickly he melted
thought floated up against his will and he’d flushed hotly except for moments
later when she promptly drew away and returned to her task. Adrien blinked at
her, mouth agape, as the pleasurable tingling that had barely had time to
settle vanished immediately and was replaced with a very unsatisfied itch.
Alright then. She
wanted to play hard to get? Challenge accepted.
Thus he’d made it his mission to continue bugging the hell
out of her.
Ha, bugging. He’d have to save that one for later…
“At this rate, I’m not going to be able to finish them
by the end of the weekend and then it might not make sense to give it to him
anymore.” Marinette moped, setting the ball of yarn on her other side in a
futile effort to keep it away from. Tikki who had been watching the spectacle from
the sidelines only giggled.
“Maybe this is a good time to take a little break? Plus,
I’m a little hungry and I think he’s bored.” Tikki chirped, smiling in
amusement. “You should know by now how needy cats are. You’ve been paying
attention to that ball of yarn instead of him this whole time. I bet he’s just
That was ridiculous! He couldn’t be jealous, which he definitely wasn’t, as that just didn’t make sense since that would
mean he was jealous because he wasn’t getting attention over… himself. Sort
of. Jealous, yeah right. It just wasn’t fair was all! He paused, taking a
moment to sort it in his head. The bottom line was that he wasn’t getting attention
because Marinette was so focused on making a gift for him though he was right
Okay, maybe he was a little jealous… or a lot.
How the hell had he gotten into this position? He thought
sourly, glaring at the ball of yarn vehemently.
“I guess you’re right, but let me finish this bit at
least.” Was what she said, shooting a wary glance in his direction, but as
soon as Marinette made a few more stitches he could already tell she was being
sucked right back in. If she didn’t put
it down now, this would keep going on for the rest of the day!
In one final effort
to get her to stop, Adrien shoved her notebook right off the edge.
He couldn’t suppress the purr of triumph as Marinette, who
didn’t even bother glaring at him this time, just let out a big sigh of defeat.
“OK, ok! Fine. He wins.”
Tikki flew over to perch on his head, clicking her tongue
even as a tiny grin tugged at her face in amusement. “Can you bring some
cookies up Marinette?”
“Sure thing Tikki. I’m sorry for not feeding you. Maybe
that’s why he’s so restless too. You’re probably just hungry huh kitty?” When
Marinette graced him with the first proper smile she’d given him that day and
he was warmed down to his toes, it suddenly hit him all at once how deep he was
Too deep, he
muttered weakly as he settled down. Damn, he was so, so screwed. In all ways. He just hoped that when she finally found
out, she’d grace him with a swift death.
Marinette put down her needles and bent over to grab the fallen
book. It had flipped open on its front and Adrien started to feel bad about pushing
it over. He knew how much she drew in it and here he was just knocking it down
to be annoying. But when she put it back on the desk, he was sucked out of the
dreamy spell her smile had cast over him and froze stiff as if he’d been
plunged into a bucket of icy water. He stared at the picture it had opened to.
It was a drawing of a scarf. A very familiar looking
His heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed with an
Unaware, she didn’t even pause before flipping the book
closed, shutting the picture away, but those few seconds had already done their
damage. The image was burned into his mind and he was flooded with confusion.
There was no mistake. That had been his scarf. It was identical, even shaded
the exact color. The one that his father
had supposedly given. But from what he’d just seen…
Adrien concentrated hard, thinking back to that day. Hadn’t
Marinette tried talking to him? She’d
been holding a blue box too, hadn’t she… the very same one he’d found his
He bolted up as it really sank in, pulling down his happy mood
with it. His stomach, which had been fluttering lightly turned into an
uncomfortable churning. He needed to get
Plagg. It was time to go. All he wanted to do was crawl under his covers and be
alone and think.
As this was going on in his head, Adrien wasn’t aware of
Marinette returning with a plate of goods for him and Tikki which she happily
flew down to collect. So he almost scratched her on accident when he found
himself being pulled into her lap.
“Hey now.” She frowned, petting him gently. He
instantly stilled, wide-eyed, and didn’t move again.
Several minutes ago this had been the only thing he wanted
from her today but now he only felt like he was burning beneath her touch. He
could only hope she couldn’t feel how hard his heart was beating.
“Hey Tikki, do you think maybe I should try to take
Adrien something from the bakery? That’d be a good excuse to go see him, right?”
Marinette said out loud.
Adrien and his heart jolted simultaneously. No! That was a
terrible idea! He was fully prepared to go ballistic to keep her from trying to
leave, but fortunately Tikki saved the situation for him instead.
“Maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea Marinette.”
Tikki said. “What would you say to him? Hey Adrien, blah, uh, ah-”
She continued to poorly imitate her stuttering until Marinette poked her
“Hey! I’m not that bad…” Marinette protested but
trailed off. She rested her head on her hands, elbows propped on the desk, and
sighed. “Okay, maybe you’re right, I am that bad. But I just can’t help it.
I just get all tongue tied, but what’s a girl in love supposed to do?”
The words rattled around Adrien’s head like a ping pong
“What do I do
Tikki? If only I could get out a couple of words and talk like a normal person…”
Marinette pressed the space bar on her keyboard, sighing dreamily when her
desktop popped up. Then she glared at it.
She hugged him tightly to her chest. “Curse those
beautiful eyes and that perfect hair and, and that heart melting smile!”
Adrien tried not reacting to that, he really did, but he couldn’t help it. She thinks I have beautiful eyes… This
was too much for his poor heart. Did she want
it to explode? “It’s not my fault that he leaves me stuttering like an
idiot. Besides, all I really want is to one day maybe be able to be proper
friends with him.”
A small lump settled in his throat. Did she not think that
they were friends? It was almost funny. Until two days ago, he hadn’t even
realized that they were actually the best of friends, of course as Ladybug and
Chat Noir. Everything was so flipped.
“Geez Marinette, you would think that you only like him
for his looks!” Tikki joked. Adrien’s ears drooped. As much as it hurt,
Tikki wasn’t breaking new ground. This wouldn’t be the first time a person had
fawned over him like this. Could it be that this whole ‘crush’ Marinette had on
him was really just based on the fact that he was a model?
He had hoped so badly…
“You know that’s not true Tikki!” He felt
Marinette’s grip tighten around him, an earnest look shining in her eyes. She
actually seemed slightly offended. “I just… he’s so sweet and kind. But
I feel like there’s something about him that’s… a little lonely too. I don’t
know him that well, I admit, but I want to get to know him more. I want to be
someone who can be there for him. Someone that he can rely on and trust.”
A pink blush dusted her cheeks. “Like with his scarf. Of
course I wanted him to know I had made it for him, but it made him so happy
when he thought it was from his dad. I was sad, but I’d do anything if I could
create that feeling for him again. Knowing that it was my gift that had made him smile like that… well, it made me happy
too and for the moment, it’s enough. And maybe one day… I’ll be able to make
him smile like that on my own. That’s the dream anyway.”
Tikki rested a gentle paw on her cheek. “Oh Marinette.
Don’t worry, he’ll see who you really are one day. You’re Ladybug! You can do
anything you set your mind to!”
Marinette wilted, absently carding her fingers through his
fur. “Sometimes I don’t feel like Ladybug. When I’m her, I feel like I can
be brave and do anything, but then when I’m not it’s like reality comes back
and I remember who I really am. Marinette, the clumsy awkward girl. ” She
paused. “Tikki, I love being
Ladybug. I really do. But being her… it’s never been about the person behind
the mask. It’s about the mask itself. She’s always been a symbol: one of hope
and peace, a pillar of strength for people. Ladybug is all that, and I’m proud
and honored to be able to play that role but peel back all the glory and there’s
“Marinette…” Tikki’s big eyes gazed sadly at her
Adrien had remained quiet in her arms, but he rubbed his
head gently against her stomach as he was unable to offer anything else.
Because everything she was saying wasn’t true at all.
Marinette shook her head. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to get
so down. You know I’ve just been worried with everything going on.”
“I know. But you know none of that’s true
Marinette.” Tikki said and spread her arms to cup her face in a tiny hug.
“Thanks Tikki.” She leaned over to give the little
kwami a peck on her head. Marinette took a deep breath, then smiled down at
Adrien in her arms. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you either, little
She kissed him gently on the nose.
Adrien’s heart stopped, but Marinette just looked up as if
she hadn’t just made him explode inside. “Alright, I should get back to
work now. These aren’t going to knit themselves you know. It’d be good to get
more done before we go out again too.”
“You just have to remember to sign your name this time.”
Tikki said lightly, plopping again onto his head, but there was an uneasiness
to her voice that only Adrien caught. But she didn’t say anything more.
He didn’t interrupt her much after that, choosing to quietly
watch her while snuggling with Tikki who patted him in Marinette’s absence
instead. He stayed right up to the point where Ladybug leapt out the window
thought it wasn’t even quite dark yet. She had been anxious to go as soon as
Plagg floated out of the box once she was gone. He was surprisingly
quiet instead of complaining like Adrien had been expecting him too. Mostly
lost in thought, they went home in an uncommon silence. Plagg didn’t even
berate him that harshly about his cheese, even going so far as to say please when he asked for some.
They were already tucked in for the night when Adrien finally
spoke. Hey Plagg… how much did you
Plagg who had already been comfortably curled beside Adrien
glanced over at him. “I heard some things. I mostly took naps.”
Hmm. Adrien hummed
thoughtfully until he finally blurted out his thoughts.
Plagg, do you have
someone you love?
His kwami raised an eyebrow, whisker twitching.
Adrien felt the tips of his ears grow a little warm, but he
went on. I mean, is there anyone special
to you? You can’t always have been alone. Being Chat Noir seems like a full
time job… doesn’t it get a little lonely?
“Are you kidding? I don’t have time to get lonely when
I’m looking after boneheads like you.”
Adrien frowned. I’m
being serious here. With a dejected sigh, he flopped around. Never mind. I guess your head really is
filled with nothing but cheese.
Plagg sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Look, I love
cheese, but I’m not heartless.” He finally conceded. “I do. Have
someone, that is.”
Adrien was wide awake now. Really? It would be another kwami right? His eyes widened as something
occurred to him, thinking of the only other kwami he knew. Wait, is it Tikki? Are you two together?
Plagg smirked, crossing his arms thoughtfully. “What’s
with humans and always having to know everything? Look, Tikki and I… we’re
beyond any of those labels of yours.”
What do you mean?
Adrien proceeded cautiously. He’d never asked Plagg about his life, never
wanting to intrude or pry because every time he would usually just evade his
questions and chatter away about cheese instead, but he couldn’t quell his
curiosity now that Plagg was actually sharing. I’m sorry Plagg. I didn’t realize… and I’ve been asking you to hide yourself
from her. You should’ve told me sooner. Don’t you miss her?
“Of course I miss her.” Plagg said quietly.
“But Tikki and I, we’re halves of a whole. Though we may not see each
other directly all the time, even for decades or longer sometimes, we always find each other. So really, it’s
like I’m with her all the time.” A tiny, rare smile crossed his face.
“We’ll always be together… as long as there is Chat Noir and
I never realized you
were such a romantic Plagg. Adrien chuckled though he was touched by the
“Psh. Besides, it’s not like it’ll be much longer till
I properly see her anyways.” Plagg cackled, promptly shutting him up
The next morning, Adrien was drawn out of sleep by the smell
of freshly baked bread. He wasn’t surprised when he realized that Plagg was the
source as he happily indulged himself with a cheese danish. But when he
recognized the unmistakable TS bakery logo on the bag set beside him, Adrien
darted up to grab it.
There was a little pink sticky note stuck to the front and
he noted with a chuckle that it hadn’t been signed, but this time it didn’t
need to be. His eyes darted over the tiny message once, twice, and once again,
his heart aflutter. All it said was that she’d made him some pastries and that
she hoped to see him back at school and healthy on Monday (despite the fact
that she would actually be seeing him again in a bit) but it was enough to make
his morning. She’d actually gone through the trouble after all, for him…
He set the bag down and moved over to his dresser, pulling
out his scarf. He held it gently, curling his fingers into the fabric. Quietly,
he pulled it against his face.
She was wrong.
Ladybug may have been a symbol, but there was more to it. It
did matter who was behind the mask;
if anything, Ladybug wouldn’t- no, couldn’t
be who she was supposed to be if it weren’t for Marinette. Beautiful,
wonderful, clumsy, strong Marinette.
That, Adrien was sure of.
Ghosting his scarf over his mouth, his face grew warm as he remembered
the feel of her lips pressing gently against his face. She was more amazing
that she’d ever know.
Plagg sighed beneath him. “Ok Adrien, don’t you think
this is getting a little out of hand? We’ve moved up to visiting twice a days
now? You’re being creepy.”
Adrien scampered through the dark streets towards the
bakery, attempting to sound casual. I’m
not being creepy! Marinette seemed really tired and out of it today. I just
want to make sure that she’s alright, that’s all. He was worried about her.
She had been out of it all day, stifling yawns and unable to keep a frown from
her face. She’d spent her time working tensely on the gloves before finally
shoving them down, announcing her restlessness. Right after, she’d promptly
transformed and left.
It had been early enough for him to actually leave and
justify returning. At this time, it was a little early for Ladybug to be
finished with her patrol, but since she had left earlier than normal he hoped
that she would be back soon. And when she returned, he’d be there to greet her.
But as he rounded the corner onto the quiet street of the
bakery, a flash of red slipped through the darkness and caught his eye. She
sailed down so smoothly that he might have missed her if he hadn’t known where
she was going. She landed on her balcony and vanished, having must have gone
My Lady! He chirped
excitedly, ignoring Plagg’s groaning. He skillfully scaled the wall, something
he’d gotten quite good at within the past few days, and had reached her balcony
within ten minutes just as her light blinked out but when he approached he realized
that her window was still open. He frowned.
Curious and a little uneasy, he crept towards the window and
peeked inside. Though it was dim, he easily made out the figure of Ladybug
curled up on her bed. But more than that, he could see her shoulders shaking
and hear the sound of sniffling filling the quiet.
Something was definitely wrong. He leapt down beside her
without thinking, oblivious to Plagg who tried pulling him back by his tail, just
as her transformation dissolved around her. Tikki burst from her earrings with
a pop and her eyes were big and sad. She floated over to curl against
Marinette’s cheek. As Adrien approached, his bell jingled around his neck
alerting them to his presence.
The two turned to face him and his breath caught as her eyes
glistened back at him, lashes damp with tears. With the palm of her hand she
wiped them and forced out a breathless chuckle. “Hey kitty, what are you
still doing here? Sorry, you haven’t caught me at my best moment.”
watery smile she sent him tore his heart to pieces but she couldn’t hold it as
several more tears slipped down her cheek. He meowed in concern, slowly
approaching to settle beside her face, desperate to know what was wrong.
Tikki patted her affectionately. “It’s okay Marinette.
I’m sure he’s okay…” Tikki said quietly. “Until we hear from him, we… we
can’t assume anything. You can’t keep pushing yourself like you’ve been doing
the last couple of days. You’re exhausted Marinette, you need to relax-”
Marinette shook her head, trembling. “I can’t. I
just…” She took a shaky breath as Adrien suddenly understood. “I
should’ve known something was wrong the first night he didn’t show up. Chat
would never just leave, especially without telling me. And now he’s missing and
it’s strange that the akuma has been keeping such a low profile. It can’t be a
coincidence. What if he did do something reckless? What if he’s hurt somewhere? What if… and I’ve just
been sitting here.” She buried
her face in her hands. “I feel so helpless.”
Adrien’s blood had gone chilly, horror dropping like a stone
in his stomach.
“No.” Tikki tried saying firmly. “You haven’t
just been sitting here and you know it. Something would’ve happened by now if
he’d been taken. I’m sure of it.” So she said, but Adrien could see her worried expression in the dark.
What have I done?
He’d been so caught up in his eagerness to spend time with
Marinette that he had never even considered his lady’s feelings at all. He’d
been so selfish and dumb.
He had never intended to hurt her like this, but never did
he think that she’d react like she was either. If anything, he’d have thought
that his absence might be a small relief for her since he always seemed to be
on the brink of her nerves. But he thought of her smiling at him, at Chat Noir,
and now he felt completely ashamed. Of course she would be worried about him.
They were a duo, partners… and beyond his flirting and unrequited feelings, there
always was their bond with each other regardless and he was an idiot for
thinking that she wouldn’t care. He knew that if she ever vanished without a
word he wouldn’t rest until he found her either.
Uncertainly he scooted closer to her and gently nuzzled her
face. She blinked up at him in surprise, a stray tear falling from her
eyelashes but she lifted a hand to pet him and he purred loudly to try and
Suddenly, she reached to cup him close to her and pulled him
to her chest, curling against him. In her arms, he flushed; he could feel the
beating of her heart. He tried looking up to see her face but stopped when she
felt her grip tighten as she buried her face into his fur. Cool drops made it
cat. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Where
are you Chat?” She whispered against his head. Adrien could only close his
eyes, meowing softly, and only curled closer to her.
He knew he couldn’t stay like this, but he couldn’t bring
himself to leave her arms, even when he finally felt her relax her grip around
him and her breathing slowed. He’d leave in just a little, he told himself, he
just wanted to be here a little longer. Just a little longer…
Tomorrow. I’ll tell
her tomorrow for sure. I’m so sorry. Please forgive me Princess…were his
last thoughts before nodding off, wrapped in his lady’s warm embrace.