Chapter 1: Preparations
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Marinette
The early morning rays of sun poked through the maroon curtains, shining perfectly into Marinette’s eyes. She quickly blinked her eyes open, sleepily unsure as to what was happening, until her sight finally focused on the slim opening between the drapes, which caused such an unfortunate awakening.
Immediately, Marinette groaned as she realized the sun was beginning to rise and that she had slept in. With a pained sigh, Marinette threw her thin sheet away and rubbed her eyes to ensure she was fully awake and able to get ready quickly.
She headed to the small washroom attached to her room, one of the few things that made living in the castle’s servants quarters bearable, along with the little balcony to the right of her bed. She could be grateful her parents were the royal head chefs for that. Unfortunately, she couldn’t enjoy a slow morning from the small balcony, as today held too much importance for her typical sneaking-away shenanigans. She quickly braided her hair into a tight bun; forgoing her usual pigtails to make sure no hairs stuck to her neck due to sweat from the busy day ahead.
Then Marinette hurried back into her room and dug around in her old, chestnut brown trunk that held her clothing. She needed her Sunday best today, and she knew exactly what to wear. It had been ages since she last wore it, as it was a precious garment she had made herself–one of the few possessions that truly belonged to her.
Marinette sighed in relieved content as her hands finally landed upon it.
It was a fairly simple dress, especially compared to the noblewomen who were constantly adorned in fine silks and jewelry. But to Marinette, it was the most beautiful dress she had ever seen. The garment was made of soft, white cotton, brocade-embellished with small pastel pink and blue flowers. Fine lace trim bordered the neckline, mid-length, slightly puffed sleeves, and the bottom of the skirt. A pale pink corset was fastened to the top, making it easy for Marinette to adjust the fit whenever she put it on. The v-shaped bottom of the top secured the waist, and created a pretty bow on the back when tied correctly.
Marinette smiled sweetly. Just looking at the dress made her feel like a fancy lady-in-waiting. The image of her, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, draped in luxurious dresses from lands she’d never even heard of, was a common daydream; one that often distracted her while working for hours in the kitchen. She began to imagine having a castle of her own, living in the biggest rooms with only the finest furniture and decor.
Before she got swept away in another deep daydream of living lavishly, surrounded by exotic dresses and rich foods, the roosters from the farmland below her room finally crowed.
Gasping as she realized the time she had already wasted, Marinette hastily changed from her simple nightgown to the pretty dress. Slipping into her black, heavily worn work shoes and grabbing a baby blue head scarf, she practically ran into her door trying to open it quickly enough, and was out the door for another full day of work.
Adrien
Adrien was jolted awake suddenly by the sound of incessant knocking at his chamber doors. His heart nearly leapt from his mouth as he shot up in bed, still sleepy but now with adrenaline shooting through his body. Adrien was almost sure it was a dream, but the loud knocking continued, to the point that the blond thought that, surely, it must be some sort of emergency.
“Yes, yes, come in!” Adrien called out, more so out of irritation than curiosity.
Finally, the dreadful noise stopped as Nino, fellow guard and best friend, poked his head in.
“Adrien, you need to be up already!” Nino practically yelled as he saw Adrien’s current state.
“What? Why?”
Nino rolled his eyes in exasperation. “It’s the Princess’ birthday, we need to escort her!”
Adrien cursed at himself as he hastily rushed to get out of bed–it was the Princess’ birthday! How could he forget? His father will have his head if he found out he slept in.
Of course, Adrien didn’t expect Princess Chloe to be upset at him, as it was obvious she fancied the blond. It was to the point she made him and Nino her personal guards as an excuse to be close to him. Adrien was just grateful he got to bargain and have his friend work with him so it wasn’t as torturous had he been alone. No, Princess Chloe would be fine if he ran a little late; if anything, it would give her more reason to flirt, quite badly, that he was late because he was trying to look his best “for her.”
His father, however, was a different story. Despite Gabriel Agreste being the royal stylist, guaranteeing a more luxurious lifestyle – with Chloe pitching in extra perks to earn Adrien’s affections – his father was a strict man with a particular set of standards for his son.
He personally ensured Adrien be made a royal guard to instill a combined set of “masculine gentlemaness,” meaning he could fight and follow orders, bringing honor to his family name. Adrien and his father used to live outside the castle, when his mother was still alive and he had some sense of freedom. But after her passing, Gabriel decided it was best to move into the palace to focus on his work and for Adrien to grow up with a strong set of life skills drilled into him. Perhaps a way to distract them both from grief, but Gabriel was a stoic and absent man, so Adrien had no idea of his true intentions.
Nino looked at Adrien with a raised eyebrow when he finally stumbled out of his room, frantically fastening the last of his royal armor together.
“Out late again last night, Chat ?” Nino asked pointedly, a hint of a smirk on his lips.
Adrien shot him a glare before quickly looking around the hallway to see if anyone was nearby. He still spoke in a hushed whisper despite only the two of them being there.
“Not so loudly!” he hissed.
Nino sighed with a wave of his hand. “Oh, don’t worry, no one’s here. They’re already at their posts because they wake up on time.”
“Still, you never know,” Adrien mumbled as the two set off down the halls towards the Princess’ chambers. “And yes, you know I do patrol nightly.”
“Oh, patrol? Is that her name now?” Nino grinned deviously.
Adrien gave him a prompt slap on his shoulder, his cheeks already red as a cherry.
“Shut it! You know I take my duties seriously!”
“...Yes, before finishing up the night visiting a certain someone’s chambers until sunrise.”
Adrien groaned. He knew Nino was teasing, especially since he was the reason they were late, but it didn’t help. The mention of last night brought forth a wave of memories of mere hours ago; of climbing up to the balcony, sweet words being exchanged, and lips getting closer together…until his miraculous began chiming, the indicator that it was about to expire. Adrien had to leave, forcing him to imagine how the rest of the night could’ve been from his bed as he drifted to sleep in the wee hours of the morning.
“Hello? Adrien?”
Adrien was snapped back into reality as Nino waved his hand in front of his friend’s face.
“Guess I hit a nerve,” jeered Nino.
Before Adrien could retort, Nino began knocking on the Princess’ large chamber doors. Adrien blinked. He didn’t realize how long he had been daydreaming.
The two guards looked at each other as they waited.
"So, any chance Chat will make an appearance?" Nino questioned.
"I hope not, it'll be like serving myself on a platter for Hawkmoth," replied Adrien.
"He might strike the party anyway."
"I know, but Master and I have been keeping tabs on akuma sightings and any emotional distress from citizens or people of the palace, and nothing drastic has come up." Adrien sighed, hoping to calm himself down. The last thing he needed on such an important day was an akuma attack. What Adrien was more worried about was Hawkmoth watching him. The akuma attacks had lessened in the last few months, leading Adrien and his Master to speculate that Hawkmoth was waiting in the shadows purposefully, spying on Chat Noir whenever he appeared. The plan for now was to lay low, which was relaxing and daunting at the same time. His master worked behind the scenes, trying to find Hawkmoth's lair in the meantime. Sure, he didn't have to juggle between his two worlds as much, but then he also couldn't enjoy the freedom masked vigilance brought...especially one concerning visiting a special, blue-haired baker at night...
“Well, here’s to a beautiful ceremony,” Nino chirped, breaking him out of his reverie.
Adrien shrugged as the doors began to open. “Let’s hope so.”
Marinette
“Mari, you’re late!” her mother shrieked when her daughter finally burst into the bustling kitchen, feebly tying her headscarf on. Despite the noise and chaos from chefs and servants running amok, of course Mama had spotted her instantly, almost out of instinct.
“Mama, I’m sorry, I’m not that late–”
“For today, you’re exceptionally late!”
Marinette sighed as her father then came in, carrying a large pan of freshly baked pastries.
“Mari, it’s the Princess’ birthday! To be early is to be on time,” he said sternly.
“Precisely,” Mama concurred with a swift nod. “Now enough stalling, get to work!”
Marinette bowed her head, muttering a quick sorry before delving into her duties.
Apron quickly donned, she picked up various utensils and began icing cakes and scones. A familiar figure slid up to her side with a giggle.
“Couldn’t sleep again?” asked Alya, Marinette’s closest friend and confidant. Alya was a cleaning maid who regularly helped out in the kitchen to gossip with her.
Marinette rolled her eyes, already knowing what she was going to ask next. “Later,” she whispered, “I’ll tell you later.”
“Ladies, no talking! We’re busy enough as it is!” Mama promptly called out to them with a look.
The two girls quickly fell silent into their routines, occasionally exchanging glances and giggling silently.
“I just have to know,” Alya said, eventually breaking the silence, barely above a whisper and leaning in, “Did he visit again last night?”
Marinette bit her lip and glanced at her friend. “Oh yes.”
Alya barely contained a squeal, pretending to pick up something she “dropped” to avoid Mama and Papa’s suspicious stares. The redhead gave Marinette an excited smile before taking a breath.
“Once we’re out of here, you’re telling me everything .”
“Oh don’t worry, I will,” Marinette chuckled.
As the duo went back to their tasks, thoughts of last night flooded Marinette’s head, a blush creeping up her cheeks as a result. It had been late, and she had nearly fallen asleep when she heard the familiar taps against her balcony doors. The rest was a blur; they exchanged charged quips, he got progressively closer until she was pressed against the balcony, his lips were so dangerously close…
Until that damned ring of his began going off. Marinette nearly slapped her forehead because of the bad timing, and before she knew it, he hurried off with a quick goodbye and disappeared into the night. She was left there dazed yet disappointed before eventually trudging back to bed. She hoped he would come back tonight so she could properly question him about leaving, and possibly finally get an explanation as to how his powers seemed to work. They were tied to that ring, she knew for certain, but everything else was a mystery. Especially his identity. She felt in her gut she knew him from somewhere, but could never place it. Maybe she’d wrangle it out of him one of these days.
Her and Chat Noir’s relationship was certainly a strange one, what with him being a masked hero that fought crime and could only see her late at night when no one else was awake. It had begun about two months prior, when Marinette had inadvertently helped save the day from an akuma attack when she noticed Chat Noir struggling.
An upset Royal Guard, dismissed by Princess Chloe when he tried to become one of her personal guards, had been akumatized into a colossal knight, with a large sword that froze anyone it came into contact with.
Chat Noir had been struggling, as the sword contained the akuma, but it was near impossible to get close to it without becoming frozen in the process. The akuma had burst through a royal dinner the Princess and King had been hosting for important dignitaries in a blind fury, intent on showing the Princess what big a “mistake” she had made.
Marinette had been personally serving the dinner, as Mama and Papa wanted her to be the face of the royal kitchen and showcase her specialty desserts she made. Seeing Chat in distress, she managed to create a diversion; sacrificing her sweet desserts, she threw them all over the ground, causing the giant to slip over the food and promptly drop his weapon as everyone else in the room fled. Chat had managed to grab it before the akuma recovered and destroyed the sword. Just as the giant was about to topple over Marinette, Chat Noir had swept her up and out of harm’s way.
The hero had thanked Marinette for her quick thinking in awe. Apparently, no one had put themselves in the path of the akuma before to help him. She had merely shrugged and said she wanted to help since Chat had needed it. He had offered to take her back to her room as a thank you. She had assumed he would simply walk her back, but was quite shocked when he had promptly scooped her up in his arms, bridal style, and whisked her back home for the night.
The two continued a light banter, turning more into teasing. They were standing next to each other, leaning on the balcony guardrail. It had been a strange turn of events, but to Marinette it felt more natural than anything, as if she had known Chat for a long time. Chat, meanwhile, was seamlessly flirtatious, which she responded in kind to show she wasn’t easily embarrassed or charmed by the feline hero.
Ever since that night, Chat came to visit. It was a sporadic routine of sorts, to the point where the first thing Marinette did when she came back from a long day’s work was to check her balcony, in case he was already there. Sometimes he was, sometimes he wasn’t, and sometimes he wouldn’t show until hours later, as the bluenette was drifting off to sleep. She didn’t mind, however — she was beginning to look forward to it, even if it meant staying up later than she should. Conversation was so easy and smooth-flowing between the two, they could talk about anything and everything. Marinette felt so calm and carefree in his presence.
Last night had taken a turn. They were bantering, as usual, and Marinette had offered him some leftover pastries she had made earlier that day. He eagerly gobbled them up before asking her what she thought of being the royal chef’s daughter, and if she was going to take their place when they retired.
That had made Marinette pause. No one had ever asked her that. Everyone just assumed she would, even herself to an extent. But that wasn’t the truth. Before she knew it, Marinette confessed that, while she loved her parents dearly, and did enjoy cooking, it was not what she wanted to do for the rest of her life. What she really dreamed of was to be a fashion designer—an independent contractor, with her own studio, her own home, away from the palace and its laborious 12-hour work days and oppressive hierarchies. It was her way of gaining independence, by working her way up and earning her freedom.
The confession had shocked both herself and Chat. She had never told anyone this, yet here she was babbling to a masked vigilante, of all people. It was something about the secrecy, she mused, that made it easier.
Chat had then said something about feeling the same way. That there was a lot on his plate to not disappoint his family, that the expectations were too great for him alone to carry. That on top of being France’s hero made it more excruciating, despite desperately needing the freedom it gave. How he wanted to be free of the castle walls as well. He couldn’t say much else, obviously, in fear of revealing his identity, but Marinette could tell he faced similar burdens as she.
And then there was a shift.
It was notable. A potent thickness had permeated the air between the two. They had both revealed intimate parts of each other; whatever relationship this was had clearly deepened. The duo were now staring intently at the other. Those green eyes of his penetrated her bluebell ones, and she couldn’t look away from his handsome features. She had always thought he was good-looking, but seeing him lean in so close to her only amplified it. Then, suddenly, Chat had shifted so that he was standing right in front of Marinette, pinning her against the guardrail. She had sucked in a deep breath, waiting for his next moves with wide eyes.
Chat had gazed at her, his eyes expressing what his words couldn’t. “Being with you takes all that weight off,” he told her, voice deep with sincerity.
Marinette felt as though she couldn’t breathe. “I feel the same way,” she murmured, being completely truthful, as if those words were the same as breathing.
And then, just as their noses brushed together, that damn ring began chiming, and off he went, leaving her breathless and wondering what could’ve been.
The thoughts of her masked admirer continued to race as she baked, cooked, iced, and everything else in between to prepare the grand feast. She didn’t realize how much time had gone by, lost in her daydreams, until a sharp voice sounded from behind her.
“Marinette, please!”
The bluenette snapped around at the sound of her name. Mama, petite yet intimidating when needed, stood behind her with a scowl. Alya had disappeared.
“Y-yes?” squeaked Marinette.
“Don’t stand there, get the platters! It’s time!” Mama responded with a wave of her wooden spoon. “Alya’s already left because she listens, now get going! You’re feeding the royal family, we can’t have any mistakes today!”
Marinette meekly peeped an affirmative in reply before rushing towards the platters of food ready to be served. Her parents would stay behind for finishing touches, while servers such as Marinette and Alya would be stationed on the sides of the grand ballroom, serving at timed intervals. Marinette only hoped her dress wouldn’t stain by the time she got there.
She scurried out the door, plates piled in her arms, waiting for her chance to fill Alya in on all the enticing details. The blush never left her cheeks.
Adrien
“ Adrikins! ” screeched Princess Chloe.
The two knights involuntarily flinched, but remained composed nevertheless. Adrien plastered a smile on and bowed along with Nino.
“Your Highness,” he drawled, “We’re here to escort you–”
The Princess tsked and waved her hand about. “Oh silly, I know about that already! And you know you can call me Chloe, Adrien,” she winked.
Adrien barely contained a shudder. “Of course… Chloe . Whenever you’re ready.”
“I’m ready now!” Chloe squealed, lifting up her massive skirts from her billowing gown. Her personal servants rushed to grab the train and assist her to the ballroom.
“I was just waiting for my personal knight to escort me,” cooed Chloe, placing a well-manicured hand on Adrien’s chest. “You were late getting ready for my important day, weren’t you?”
“Why, of course,” replied Adrien with a flashy grin and dry throat, hoping to end the conversation as quickly as possible. She could’ve ordered any other guards to guide her, but of course, she had to insist on waiting for him. Chloe completely ignored Nino, but he couldn’t care less; if anything, he felt bad for Adrien.
“Sabrina, come along!” barked Chloe.
A short, redheaded lady-in-waiting rushed from behind, a nervous smile on her face.
“Ready, Your Highness!” she chirped.
“Walk behind me,” Chloe ordered, pointing towards the train of her gown. Sabrina swiftly did as she was told. The princess turned to the guards and smiled.
“You two, walk on my sides.”
The duo muttered in agreement and got into position. Chloe immediately looped her arm around Adrien’s, conveniently ignoring Nino.
“In case I trip,” she explained sweetly, batting her lashes at him.
Adrien gulped. “Of course.”
As the procession finally made its way to the ceremony, Adrien could only pray the rest of the day would go by rapidly with no appearance from his alter-ego.
Chapter 2: The Big Day
Summary:
As the celebration ball commences, Marinette looks for her chance of gaining freedom from none other than Gabriel Agreste himself, which doesn't go as planned. Meanwhile, Adrien makes an appearance as Chat Noir for Princess Chloe, which spurs the attention of Hawkmoth. The villain then takes an interest in how the feline hero interacts with a certain bluenette and a jealous musician...
Notes:
Second update!! This one has a little more added spice for that sweet, sweet romantic tension. Thanks for reading!
*IMPORTANT NOTE* So sorry everyone, I added an extra passage I forgot to include before!! It's short, but I think it enhances the overall chapter. Enjoy!
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Marinette
Marinette had barely reached the other servers when the trumpets sounded from the ballroom next door, signaling the Princess’ arrival. Alya, who had stayed behind for her, gave her a nod and smile of encouragement, which Marinette returned in kind, if not a bit shaken.
Then, somewhere, a messenger servant announced, “ Please bow for Your Royal Highness, Princess Chloe Bourgeoisie! ”
The two girls, along with other servers, crowded around the windows leading into the ballroom as the grand doors opened, revealing the princess and her entourage in tow. She wore a gorgeous, albeit flashy, shimmering yellow-gold gown, adorned with several bows and frills. It cinched her waist tightly, emphasizing the illusion of wide hips along with her huge skirts. The train was several feet long, with maids following behind to avoid the dress being scuffed. Her light blonde hair was piled high with bows that matched her gown, her makeup and jewelry sparkling.
A spark of jealousy ignited in Marinette, and she couldn’t help but wish she could wear such fabulous garments every day. No worries, no waking up early, no going to bed late, no hours of back-breaking labor, just holding extravagant balls and wearing only the finest dresses.
To the princess’ left was Nino, a guard she had been friends with and known for years, and with whom Alya was involved with romantically. Marinette could sense Alya's grin when she saw him. And to her right was Adrien, the princess’ personal guard and another childhood friend. Princess Chloe was practically hanging onto his arm for dear life, occasionally looking at him with total adoration, whispering who-knows-what into his ear. He barely looked interested.
Marinette rolled her eyes. The princess couldn’t marry a lower-ranked nobleman such as him, but that never stopped her from trying.
“Desperate, isn’t she?” Alya whispered sarcastically.
“Completely,” Marinette emphasized with raised eyebrows.
Once the grand entrance concluded, with Princess Chloe seated on her throne next to her father, King Andre, Adrien, and Nino stationed at her sides, did everyone else finally sit. Marinette, Alya, and the rest of the servants got into position, waiting for the butlers to open the doors for them.
“And now, we feast!” the King announced proudly, stretching his arms wide before clapping. Marinette took a deep breath, preparing herself mentally, as she was one of the servants directly feeding the royal family.
With that, the doors opened and Marinette focused on the task at hand, hoping to catch the eye of the very man she was serving today.
Gabriel Agreste.
She beelined towards his seat, almost crashing into people in the process. Gabriel sat at the end of the royal table, making small talk with other noblemen. Marinette smiled warmly as she placed the basket of fresh pastries in front of him, the ones she helped bake this morning. He looked so refined in deep purple robes, adorned in intricate swirling botanical and butterfly designs, no doubt his own creation. He was responsible for all the high fashion in the palace, with an enormous studio Marinette had only seen a handful of times as a child once Adrien and Gabriel moved into the castle permanently.
Marinette dreamed of designing her own fashion since she was a little girl. Not only to create renowned pieces, but for the opportunity of getting out of servitude, buying a house for her and Mama and Papa, and feeling freedom for the first time. She had a genuine knack and love for the craft, and it seemed like the only viable way out.
And Gabriel could help her with just that, if he gave her the chance.
“Hello Monsieur Agreste,” she said sweetly, hoping he heard her.
“Ah, hello Marinette,” he responded in kind, albeit stiffly. He knew her from her friendship with his son. They used to play together when they were younger, before Adrien became a knight and she a cook. The two still spoke in friendly banter when they could, but it was sparse, even more so with his father.
“Your suit looks immaculate today, sir,” she said, hoping her voice wouldn’t crack from her nervousness.
“Oh, why thank you, it’s one of my latest creations.”
“It’s stunning! Is that material brocade and silk?”
“Why yes, it is,” Gabriel arched his brow and fully looked at her.
Marinette felt her face flush, but she kept pushing forward. “I thought so, it’s a great combination. I have a great love for fashion, which is how I recognized the material. I actually made this dress myself!”
The bluenette gestured towards her dress, which Gabriel took in slowly, notably intrigued.
“Nice handiwork, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng,” he said.
Marinette could’ve died happy on the spot. She eagerly opened her mouth to finally ask the burning question she’d been waiting to ask, when–
“Excuse me, mademoiselle!” a harsh voice spoke up.
Marinette looked up at the impatient faces of the rest of the table staring at her, waiting to be served. Realizing she still had a job to complete, she gasped and immediately got back to grabbing pastries. Gabriel swiftly sat forward in his seat, as though the conversation had never happened.
Ignoring the lump of embarrassment climbing up her throat, Marinette quickly made her way down the table. Just as she began towards the princess, her foot collided with a chair leg, sending her flying and her kart racing away.
“Oh, no–!” Marinette gasped as she watched in horror.
The kart promptly crashed into a crease in the rug leading up to where Princess Chloe and her father sat. It flew forward, spilling its remaining contents into the air.
Thankfully, somehow , the food did not spill on anyone. It did, however, all land right behind Princess Chloe’s throne with a crash, right on her train.
The entire ballroom seemed to go quiet.
Marinette looked up slowly to be greeted by the searing glare of Princess Chloe.
“ You! ” she spat.
“I-I’m so sorry! I tripped, I’ll clean this up right now–”
“Clean it now! ” Princess Chloe screamed at her. The patrons in the ballroom were certainly silent now, staring at the front in confusion and shock.
Tears immediately filled Marinette’s eyes, but she got to work picking up everything that spilled and placing it on the kart. She could feel the princess’ stare burning a hole in her head, to which she simply kept her gaze down and focused on the mess.
“Can you believe that?” the princess sneered. “Some peasant tried to talk to nobility instead of doing her job, then ruined my gown! I’m sure she did it on purpose to ruin my day! Do you know how long I waited for this to be made? These fabrics alone were imported from seven different kingdoms! Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!”
The words stung, but she kept cleaning nonetheless. The quicker she finished, the quicker she could leave. To her surprise, a kind voice spoke.
“Chloe, it was an accident. It’s alright, your gown can just be brushed off, see? It’s only crumbs and powder.”
Marinette’s eyes widened at Adrien’s words.
The King nodded, desperately trying to calm his daughter. “Yes, yes, dear, it will be fine! Your maids will wipe that off before you can blink!”
And indeed were her personal maids already doing just that as Marinette began to stand up.
The princess merely harrumphed in reply, “Well, she’s feeding the musicians after this!” and gave her one more harsh look.
Thankfully, she left her alone after that. Marinette glanced up at him in surprise, but she managed to mouth a sincere thank you to the kind knight. Adrien gave her a soft smile before turning back to the front. Nino also gave her a grin of encouragement, but something else sparkled in his eyes, something Marinette couldn’t identify.
When she finally finished picking everything up, she hastily got off the stage and made her way to the kitchen. Alya timed her exit at the same time and gave her a tight hug to console her friend.
“I’m so sorry,” she said quietly.
Marinette sighed. “It’s alright. It’s over, isn’t it?”
Alya laughed politely. “On the bright side, your dress isn’t ruined.”
Marinette glanced down with some relief before shrugging.
“Miraculous,” she muttered sarcastically.
Adrien
Adrien watched Marinette scurry off with pity. Poor girl, she only tripped. It could’ve happened to anyone. He promised himself to check on her again tonight to try and lift her spirits.
Adrien looked back at the party. Nino suddenly caught his eye, looking at him mischievously. He shot his friend with a look of annoyance and turned away. He couldn’t wait for this party to be over.
Hours passed, each one more agonizing than the last. The party was full of dancing and cheer, but he had to stay put at his post even when Chloe left to drink and party. Adrien kept glancing at the windows, waiting for the sun to finally set so he could leave the princess’ side and visit a certain bluenette instead. As the sky turned from bright blue to streaks of orange and purple as the sun set, Adrien began to feel some relief for the first time that day.
“Daddy!” Princess Chloe suddenly cried.
Adrien turned to see her come back to the royal table towards her father, placing a hand on his arm, looking at him with puppy dog eyes.
“Daddy, you promised Chat Noir would be here! Where is he?” she pleaded. Chloe swayed slightly and her words slurred, no doubt a result of the abundance of wine being served.
King Andre winced at Chloe’s high-pitched wails. “Of course deary, he should be here any moment! He did promise that after he saved you from that last akuma attack, remember? He’s not the kind to not keep his word.”
Adrien mentally kicked himself at the realization. He just had to tell Chloe he would make an appearance at her birthday celebration. It was after an akumatized victim – a maid who was angry at the princess for dismissing her – attacked in an attempt to hold her ransom. He, as Chat Noir, was carrying her in his arms after he caught her falling once the akuma had been neutralized. Granted, Chloe had basically demanded he come, and Adrien, ever the master of ending conversations quickly, had said yes so Chloe could finally let go of him.
And now he was paying the consequences.
The blond looked back at Nino, who gave him a subtle nod. He knew Adrien needed an out, and he would be ready to go along with whatever Adrien concocted.
Scanning the room for ideas, Adrien noticed the pepper shaker King Andre was holding, furiously shaking it to season his food. He immediately knew what to do.
“ Achoo! ”
The King and Chloe, along with the rest of the table, turned to look at Adrien as he began sneezing over and over, slowly backing away from the table.
“Forgive me– achoo! –Your Highnesses, but the pepper– achoo! –I’m allergic, and– achoo! –it’s making me sneeze– achoo! ” Adrien doubled over with every “sneeze,” doing his best to rub his eyes to make them look irritated.
“Oh, I apologize! Shall I stop?” asked the King.
“No, no, please– achoo! –enjoy your meal, I’ll simply– achoo! –take a moment to recover, if you please– achoo! ”
“It’s too late, he’s severely allergic,” Nino piped up.
“Of course,” King Andre replied with a wave of his hand, much to the dismay of Princess Chloe.
“Oh Adrikins, let me come with you and help–!” she began.
But Adrien had already run off, with Nino swiftly cracking a joke at Adrien’s expense as a distraction. He ran right past his father, who witnessed the exchange, a frown gracing his features.
Once the knight found a quiet spot, far from the festivities, did he open his shirt collar and whisper, “Ok Plagg, it’s time.”
In a whirl, Adrien was greeted with the familiar face of his kwami, who gave him an exaggerated sigh. Plagg was only a few inches tall, with a high-pitched, raspy voice and expressive cat eyes. He was hardly threatening in this state, as he usually just wanted some food to tie him over.
“You just had to tell the princess you’d be here today, didn’t you?” Plagg quipped.
Adrien grumbled, “I don’t wanna hear it from you right now, let’s just get this over with and I’ll make sure to give you a large slice of camembert, alright?”
“Make it camembert and brie!”
“Alright, alright, are you finished?”
Plagg smirked. “Well, I need all the energy I can if you’re going to stay up all night visiting your girlfriend again, now don’t I?”
Adrien wanted to slam his head into the wall. He would tend to Plagg’s smart mouth later.
“Whatever. Plagg, claws out! ”
In a flash of bright green, Adrien transformed completely. Gone were his crested armor, his weapons, and feathered hat. A hooded cloak adorned with black cat ears sprang up from his head and flowed majestically down his back, followed by a dark mask that turned his eyes pure green with sharp cat pupils. A loose-fitting black shirt wrapped around him as gloves encased his hands, with dark trousers sliding down his legs. High, pointed boots, in the shape of cat paws at the ends, wrapped around his feet. A long, sharp sword and a net hung from his belt. A tail, made from the long leather belt, sprang forward from his backside.
Adrien released a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as the day’s stress melted away. He looked down at the new transformation and grinned. He always loved being the famed Chat Noir, even if he didn’t particularly like why he had to be him right now.
“Alright, let’s just go in, say some hellos, and be done with it,” Adrien told himself as he made his way back to the grand ballroom.
Marinette
Marinette was trying her hardest not to cry.
She no longer had to serve the royal family, including that spoiled princess. That part was a relief. But to cause a mess in front of everyone, in front of Gabriel Agreste , struck humiliation and dismay in her chest. She was close, so close! Had she not tripped, she could have easily made her way back to him and finally asked to be his apprentice. But instead, she got on the princess’ bad side and now Gabriel probably didn’t even want to look at her.
No longer serving them was not a good look either, and certainly not something her parents were going to enjoy hearing about. Marinette hoped they would hear by word of mouth long before she had to go back to the kitchen to avoid the brunt of their wrath. Alya, the saint she is, went back to get more food for both of them so the bluenette didn’t have to run into Mama and Papa. She knew she would have to face them eventually, but that was just one of many worries crammed in her head.
Several emotions churned in Marinette’s gut as she steered her kart, filled with fresh food this time, towards the musician’s table. Their final break was starting as they all filed to sit down, and Marinette began serving plates. She made no eye contact, going through the motions, watching her step intently until she felt a tap on her shoulder.
Marinette turned, slightly taken aback, only to smile upon seeing the familiar face.
“Luka! So good to see you!” she chirped.
Luka returned her smile in kind and pulled her in for a quick hug. He smelled like fresh wood, on account of always having his lute handy, strapped to his back whenever he wasn’t playing. The hug helped Marinette release some pent-up anxiety, her posture softening at the comfort.
“Good to see you too,” he said in his signature husky tone. “It’s been a while.”
Luka seemed to have grown since the last time they spoke. Another worker born and raised in the castle, they had known each other for years. As one of the royal musicians, Luka seemed to get more free time than other servants, as he and his band were able to travel in and out of the kingdom to perform, even earning their own money. Marinette couldn’t remember the last time they saw each other due to his constant traveling.
He was taller. His features, such as his jawline, were sharper. His black and blue streaked hair was longer, resting on his broad shoulders that went past his pierced ears. He wore a formal suit for the occasion, dressed in regal black and gold that accentuated his turquoise eyes. Marinette knew he preferred his typical grungy, casual clothing, but that certainly wouldn’t fly with the royal family. She noted he still looked good regardless.
“Oh, I know,” sighed Marinette, “Mama and Papa have me working more now so I can take over as head baker, and it’s been exhausting. How have you been?”
Luka shrugged, his bright eyes never leaving hers. “It’s been fine, still playing whenever the king needs, and traveling the countryside the rest of the time.”
Marinette grinned. “That sounds amazing to have those adventures. Lord knows I need one too. Those bars and pubs aren’t going to play themselves, right?”
Luka chuckled, taking a half-step closer. “It’s nice to go out and travel, I’d love to treat you to such delights sometime.”
Marinette blinked, a warmth spreading over her face. That seemed to be happening a lot lately.
“Luka, that sounds very sweet–”
“I know you don’t have much time to do so,” Luka interjected, scratching the back of his neck, “But perhaps if you do, I’d love to escort you. We do play at night quite a bit, so that might work better for your schedule.”
“Oh, why thank you,” Marinette replied, handing out the last of the food to the table. “I’ll have to beg Mama and Papa for a night off, so I’ll let you know at a later time.”
Luka opened his mouth to respond when a scream erupted from behind him. Everyone fixed their attention to the stage where the princess let out the cry, thinking something terrible had occurred, only to see that she was beaming with absolute excitement. Hanging above her in the rafters, with a cheeky grin, was Chat Noir.
Marinette’s heart dropped to her stomach.
“I heard it was a certain princess’ birthday?” the feline hero quipped.
The entire ballroom erupted in applause and cheers. Chat Noir gracefully slid down from the ceiling, cape flowing majestically behind him, and landed perfectly right next to the princess, who looked ready to faint.
Marinette’s heart was skipping a beat as she saw him more clearly. She rarely saw him in the daylight; when she did, he was busy fighting akumas. She was used to seeing him more so late at night, when his features were blocked out from the darkness. She felt the urge to talk to him, to finish what they started the night before, but common sense kicked in as Princess Chloe stood and gave Chat Noir an unyielding hug, shrieking loudly.
“Welcome, Chat Noir! We are beyond honored for your presence today,” King Andre boomed, giving him a heavy pat on the back, causing Chat to grunt from the force.
Chat grinned warily as Chloe refused to let him go. “Of course, anything for the fair rulers! A promise is a promise.”
Marinette knew he was uncomfortable. She knew him well enough to know he was not fond of the princess or her father. To him, their negligence was why he was there to protect their kingdom in the first place. She couldn’t help but giggle at the show he was putting on and how she would tease him for it later.
More pleasantries were exchanged, Chat Noir gave a small speech, the crowd cheered once more, and the masked hero proclaimed to let the festivities continue in celebration of the princess. People quickly stood and made a line to speak with Chat Noir, which Marinette took as a sign she wouldn’t be able to speak to him, not yet.
“Wow, he actually came,” Luka remarked.
Marinette spun back at him. She had almost forgotten he was there.
“Well, he did promise,” Marinette laughed.
Luka chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I sure hope no akuma pops up, he’s in a very vulnerable position right now.”
“I suppose, but maybe Hawkmoth also promised he wouldn’t ruin Princess Chloe’s big day.”
Luka laughed and threw his head back. “She’d throw a big enough fit if he did.”
The two laughed more, leaning into each other as they did so. The image of the princess, in her extravagant getup, having a temper tantrum and shaming Hawkmoth, created a hilarious image in Marinette’s mind.
Once the two stopped, Marinette realized Luka was in even closer proximity, giving her a look of fondness.
“So, about my offer…” he started.
“Well, hello there!” a voice sounded above Marinette’s shoulder.
Chat Noir stood, smiling widely. Marinette, shocked, could still see the mischief in his eyes.
Oh no, she thought.
“Ch-Chat Noir!” she stuttered, doing her best to look awestruck. She batted her lashes and put her hand up to her chest, hoping to give the impression that she had never met this man before in her life. Luka seemed frozen to the spot.
“Yes, in the flesh,” he boomed, appearing to put on a voice for the show of it all. He had an air of confidence and arrogance that Marinette saw right through, but she wasn’t about to say anything to give it away.
“I just wanted to have some fun and celebrate Her Royal Majesty's festivities today, but I’ve become quite hungry in the process,” he told her, cat eyes flashing.
Don’t you dare.
“You wouldn’t happen to have some savory pastries and cheese, made from the finest baker in the kingdom?” he winked.
Marinette was blushing again, doing her absolute best not to roll her eyes or smack him. Instead, she pulled out her kart, waving her hand to show off the goodies she had.
“Why, I baked these myself this morning. Only the finest, Monsieur,” she said extra sweetly.
“Please, please, call me Monsieur Chat Noir,” he teased as he eagerly swiped bread and brie.
Please stop , Marinette thought behind her forced smile.
“My my, I must say these are delicious! My compliments to the chef,” Chat Noir proclaimed after taking a bite. He eyed her up and down with a playful smirk. Marinette desperately wanted the conversation to end. People were crowding behind the hero, watching the interaction with intrigue. She knew he was just playing, but having all those eyes on her was becoming overwhelming.
“And might I say, what a beautiful dress for a beautiful girl,” he purred, gesturing to her dress. “Where did you get it?”
Oh lord.
Chat knew all about her plan to try and woo Gabriel Agreste using her own handiwork, and no doubt decided to “help” in his own way. After the embarrassment that was her fall and being yelled at, she didn’t exactly want to be reminded of it.
“Um, well, I actually made it,” Marinette squeaked. She looked down at the dress to avoid eye contact.
“How purr- fectly multi-talented!” Chat boasted, notably turning the crowd behind him.
I’m going to kill you, she promised to herself quietly.
“Well, thank you for all the tasty food, Purr- incess, but I must be off. Lots of people to say hello to, being the hero of France and all,” Chat winked again. He took Marinette’s hand and kissed her knuckles lightly, eliciting a gasp from her and the crowd. Luka was still close enough behind her that she could sense him stiffen.
Chat Noir stood back up, gave her one last smirk, but Marinette saw something else in his eyes. They flickered up to Luka with a noticeable flash of alertness, his cat ears twitching. He seemed to regard the musician with caution, whilst Luka was still starstruck.
“Chat Noir, it’s a pleasure–” Luka began.
“I must be off!” claimed Chat with a wave and abruptly turned away. “The kingdom needs me!”
And in a second, he disappeared into the large crowd as partygoers eagerly swarmed him in an attempt to get close to him.
Marinette watched the feline hero go wistfully. She couldn’t wait to get him alone later and lecture him about what he did. Sure, he was trying to be helpful, but singling her out so much would naturally draw suspicion–
“Does he know you?” Luka asked quietly.
Marinette spun back to him wide-eyed.
Shit!
“Ah, well, sort of. See, he–Chat Noir–saved me once from an akuma, yeah, so we…talk…sometimes–but we’re not like friends! We just banter back and forth! You know how he is–well, he doesn’t talk to you, so you wouldn't know, but if he did…that’s how he would…”
Marinette. Stop. Talking.
Luka blinked. “Ah…ok. He really seemed to fancy you.”
Marinette laughed through gritted teeth. “What? Don’t be silly! He’s just being friendly!”
Luka squinted, but didn’t press further. Instead, he coughed and said, “Well, that’s nice. Um, about you seeing us perform…”
“Oh, Luka, I would love to, but I just don’t have the time at the moment. I’ll let you know, but I must be heading back. Duty calls,” Marinette smiled, gesturing to her now-empty kart. “I’ll see you soon, alright?”
Luka didn’t even have time to say goodbye before Marinette walked briskly back to her post.
Hawkmoth
From the shadows, high up in the tallest tower, Hawkmoth grinned.
This was perfect. Too perfect.
From his crystal orb perched upon a sceptre of old, gnarled black-mahogany, lay before him just what he wanted to see. He eagerly watched the scene of a musician, a baker, and most importantly, Chat Noir himself. He had shown up of his own volition in broad daylight, right at the center of the princess’ party. Hawkmoth couldn’t have wished for a better opportunity!
As Chat Noir bowed to kiss the young baker’s hand, Hawkmoth’s sinister smile deepened. He saw the blush creep up her face and the way the musician froze at the sight. Then, in a flash, Chat Noir left, leaving the baker dazed and the musician suspicious. Then once the baker fled, that only left the musician, his aura radiating a deep green – jealousy and bitterness.
“Yes, yes,” murmured Hawkmoth. “A perfect mixture.”
He knew the baker. The young Dupain-Cheng girl, who had nearly been a victim of an akuma attack he set upon the castle about a month or two ago, before Chat Noir swung in and saved her. Ever since, the two seemed to have some connection. Both of their auras always glowed a pastel pink whenever they saw each other.
The musician’s aura, when talking to her, had been the same pink color until Chat Noir showed up.
“A love-struck boy filled with jealousy,” the villain drawled, “A dangerous combination. Let us help him get his love back, hm?”
As the blue-haired boy began walking away, his aura becoming darker with each step, Hawkmoth held out his hand. In a flash of white, a glowing butterfly appeared in his palm. Then with a flick of his wrist, a swirl of deep purple smoke encased the butterfly, staining its pure white wings with a dark purple, almost black, cracked aura.
“Fly away, little akuma,” crowed Hawkmoth as the corrupted butterfly began to take flight, “And evilize his broken heart!”
Luka
Luka frowned. Something about Chat Noir and Marinette’s conversation was…off. The feline hero seemed too comfortable talking – flirting, really – with a random civilian out of the entire party filled with royals and nobles. And Marinette had seemed secretive with the way her body language changed around him. If the two knew each other, Luka supposed there would be nothing wrong with that. Chat Noir was affable and regularly helped the people of the castle, as most akuma attacks occurred within its walls. Rumors said he even lived in the palace himself.
But he couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling of envy climbing up from his stomach into his throat. Marinette had run off so quickly, almost as though to avoid him. And Chat Noir had given him a strange look before brushing him off. What was that for? He was just standing there! Luka’s jaw clenched the more he thought about it. He couldn’t stop the surge of emotions spiraling in his chest. He had wanted to, so desperately, ask Marinette to go out, before that damned alley cat showed up and ruined it all. Not everyone could be a hero that all the women fawned over, doing whatever whenever he wanted! Some people had jobs to tend to and no superpowers to do as they please!
Luka swiftly turned on his heel and started for the door. He needed some fresh air. The band would be fine without him for a while. The sun was setting and the party would be over soon enough anyway.
After slamming various doors, Luka found his way outside. He took his lute out from its strap, striking a couple strings woefully. Taking a deep breath, he leaned his back against the stone wall before sliding down it, letting his head fall between his legs. He let out a deep sigh of disappointment.
“So close, I was so close…” he muttered pitifully. He looked to his trusted instrument. “I was hoping to play for her.”
Luka lifted it to play a melody to try and ease his spirits, when he suddenly saw a flash of light at the tip of the lute’s head. He watched in confused awe as the lute was quickly encased in a cloud of purple and black vapor, and before he could react, he was overcome with an immediate rush of emotions: anger, sadness, and, most of all, crippling jealousy.
Letting out a pained cry, Luka grabbed his head in a feeble attempt to stop the pain flooding his brain. He then gasped, dropping his hands, as a bright butterfly-shaped outline illuminated his face.
“ Poor, dear Luka, ” a deep voice boomed. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere at once, echoing in and out of his head. Luka tried to move, run, crawl away, anything, but he was frozen. The voice, whoever it was, had him trapped.
“ You only wished to win the girl’s heart, yes? ”
Luka found himself nodding. The voice had settled in his mind, bringing a strange sense of comfort, despite the raging envy overtaking him. A sort of vindictive righteousness that he couldn’t get enough of was filling his head, making the strange voice more inviting.
“ Let me help you make that a reality. Get rid of that alley cat and she’ll be all yours. You shall play for her yet. Your magical talent will enrapture her and allow you to take Chat Noir’s miraculous, and your romantic rivalry shall be victorious! ”
Luka grinned. “Yes, Hawkmoth.”
In an instant, he was overtaken by a bright purple light and a brilliantly devious plan hatched in his head.
Chapter 3: A Sudden Visitor
Summary:
Marinette is banished to the kitchen for the night after the fiasco at the ball, which ends up working in her favor as Chat decides to drop in for a visit. When he has to leave to take care of Plagg, both her and Adrien have to deal with unexpected visitors that put a damper on their rather heated moment.
Notes:
Surprise chapter update!
I'm going to be pretty busy the next couple of weeks, so I'm going to be posting 2 chapters this week instead of 1 to hopefully tide readers over until I can get back to regular posting. Next chapter update should be the usual Friday. With that, enjoy the romance and dramaaa ;)
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Marinette
Marinette’s plan to avoid her parents did not work. At all.
She attempted to leave to her room as soon as she saw her out, but her parents must’ve known she would try it and were waiting for her by the time she got there. They promptly dragged her back to the now empty kitchen and the lecturing ensued for what felt like an eternity.
“What on Earth were you bothering poor Gabriel Agreste for? You needed to be working, not distracted!” Mama cried in exasperation.
Marinette winced. “Mama, I’m sorry, I just wanted to show him my dress—”
“Marinette,” her father said solemnly, “We know you wish to design. But in this world, that will be hard to achieve. Running off in the middle of work will do nothing for you.”
The bluenette frowned. She didn’t appreciate the picture her parents were painting of her. She wasn’t “running off,” she was simply…multitasking. As Marinette tried to defend herself, however, Papa held up a hand.
“Whatever you have to say, say it tomorrow. For tonight, young lady, you’re on cleaning duty.”
Marinette’s shoulders sagged in dismay. “The entire kitchen? By myself? That’ll take all night!”
“You heard your father. You can stay until midnight, then finish in the morning,” Mama added sternly.
And with a final slam of the door, Marinette was alone.
She let out a loud groan as she surveyed the kitchen. Plates were stacked high everywhere, filled with utensils and glasses balancing vicariously on top of said piles.
“Seems a bit extreme right after a ball ,” Marinette muttered in disdain. She reluctantly grabbed an apron and began filling the sink.
One after the other, she slowly made progress as her fingers pruned and her wrists ached. Marinette wanted a break, but knew the less she cleaned tonight, the more would be waiting for her the next morning. She hung her head in a moment of weakness, trying to breathe the dread away.
“My my, seems late for a lady to be up at this hour.”
Marinette gasped and turned to the kitchen entrance to see the familiar figure of Chat Noir. Flashing his signature smirk, he waltzed in and leaned against the sink next to her. “I was doing night patrol and thought I’d stop by to see my favorite baker.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, an action she’d been waiting for hours now to do. “It’s Mama and Papa’s punishment for me tripping today.”
Chat frowned. “Punished for tripping? That can’t possibly be fair.”
“Well,” Marinette turned away in embarrassment, “it’s more so because I tried to talk to Gabriel Agreste about becoming his apprentice.”
“...Oh. I see.”
“Mhm…They think it’s a…silly fantasy.”
Chat nodded quietly. Then, to her surprise, he picked up a plate and began scrubbing. She started to protest, only for Chat to give her a look of understanding.
“It’s the least I can do after today.”
Marinette smiled gently and that was that. The two fell into a rhythm: washing, drying, putting away, repeat. The duo worked together silently. Marinette greatly appreciated the help, while Chat Noir appeared to be deep in thought.
Trying to break the tension, Marinette lightly jeered, “Seems a bit odd for a hero to be doing dishes, hm? As opposed to fighting crime?”
Chat scoffed quietly. “Mademoiselle, my job is to help the people of the kingdom. This is helping.” The bluenette noted that he did not look at her, focusing on the task at hand instead, brows furrowed.
Marinette simply nodded in reply with her lips in a thin line and went back to working in silence. After some time, Chat’s voice broke through the awkwardness, louder than before, but with a slight shake in his tone.
“Marinette…”
She looked back at the sound of her name and swallowed a breath as she saw he was closer than before, stepping forward with every word.
“It’s not fantasy. You have real talent and ability, and you should go for what you want. You create gorgeous garments. Don’t let it go to waste when you have a real opportunity. That’s one reason I pointed out your dress earlier, I was hoping that my… endorsement of sorts would help.” Chat gave her a look of earnest sincerity, his gaze focused intently on hers.
“Th-thank you, Chat,” she breathed.
The two stood a moment, simply looking at the other. Then a small grin cracked Marinette’s face.
“Is that why you just had to crash the princess’ party and steal all my cheese? Simply to compliment my dress?”
Smirking, Chat immediately flirted back, “I was formally invited, I’ll have you know. As for the cheese, I needed it to sustain these powers. I have to keep up this physique somehow.” Chat flexed his biceps, playfully nudging Marinette’s shoulder in the process. Giggling, she used the towel thrown over her shoulder to smack his chest lightly, trying to avert her gaze from his attractive build.
“Did Princess Chloe threaten you to show up?”
Chat grimaced. “She might as well have. I’m just glad I was able to talk to a pretty baker at the end,” he finished with a coy wink.
Marinette snickered, ignoring the blush creeping up her neck. “Well, way to make it obvious you know me, ‘ Monsieur Chat Noir .’”
“What, I was merely talking to a citizen of France who happened to have delicious baked goods and a pretty handmade dress!”
“Clearly not, Kitty Cat! People were whispering and questioning me after!”
“They were probably just wondering how I get my hair to look so dashing even when crime-fighting,” Chat boasted, running a hand through his golden locks.
Marinette palmed her forehead. “I wish. Everyone was looking and whispering at us. Luka was asking if you…fancy me.” She began fiddling with her fingers, unknowingly biting her lip, looking away.
Chat paused. His mouth opened and closed for a while before he could form a proper reply.
“Fancy you…Luka? The musician?”
“Yes. He was behind me, he could clearly see everything. He was practically asking if we were together before I managed to leave.”
“I was only being friendly,” he offered weakly.
“You called me ‘princess’ and kissed my hand, that doesn’t sound like just ‘being friendly.’ You didn’t even do that for the actual Princess.” Marinette leaned against the sink fully, crossing her arms across her chest.
Another pause. Chat turned to her, making full eye contact. He no longer looked nervous–now he looked decided. He took a step closer, standing directly in front of her. He easily towered over her as he invaded her space. Marinette sucked in a gasp at the close proximity. Images of the previous night flashed in her mind. Was this really happening?
He leaned forward, both hands gripped to the edges of the sink, effectively trapping her. She instinctively grasped his forearms, locking them together. She felt his muscled arms under his shirt, which was conveniently unbuttoned at the top, and a thrill shot through her body as she looked from the top of his chest to his lips to his eyes. Her entire body was on fire, and she was certain he could hear her rapid heartbeat.
“Well, what if…” Chat finally spoke, in a whisper so low Marinette could barely hear it. “What if I wanted to show everyone that you're mine?”
Marinette’s eyes bulged. Did she hear that correctly?
“I’m yours?” she squeaked in disbelief.
Chat grinned. His eyes were half-lidded and his nose brushed against hers, whispering, “I’m so glad you agree,” and quickly closed the gap between their lips.
Marinette let out a muffled gasp that Chat Noir quickly swallowed with his tongue, deepening the kiss. Once the initial shock wore off, Marinette eagerly melted into him, pressing against his sculpted figure. He then swiftly gathered her up and set her on the counter to better access her lips, a move that made her heart feel it was about to burst from her chest.
She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck at the same time his hands found her hips. He leaned over her, locking them in a passionate position. Chat Noir was eager, hungry, and Marinette couldn’t get enough as she lightly tugged on his hair to keep him there. In turn Chat gripped her waist possessively, earning a soft moan to spill from her mouth. Spurred on, Chat somehow began kissing her with more fervor. Just as it seemed like it couldn’t get any better, a painfully familiar noise sounded.
It was that goddamn ring of his.
Marinette and Chat looked to see the ring blinking rapidly, meaning it was dangerously low on energy. The two groaned in tandem.
“I’m going to kill Plagg,” muttered Chat Noir.
“Plagg?” Marinette repeated.
“Oh, it’s—nothing. Mari, I promise, I will be right back , I just have to take care of this first. I’m so sorry. I’ll be back in an hour tops, alright?”
Chat flashed her puppy dog eyes with his hands clasped, a move that Marinette pretended to hate but secretly thought was cute.
“Alright alright, I’ll be here cleaning until midnight. Be back in an hour, promise kitty?” she said firmly, poking his nose.
Chat smiled dreamily. “You’re pretty when you’re mad.”
“Chat Noir!”
“I’m going, I’m going!”
Chat headed for the back door, only to stall. He looked back between Marinette and the exit, uncertain. Before the bluenette could ask what was wrong, the feline hero rushed back and planted one more kiss on her lips, cradling her face with his hands.
It was over in a second. Chat whispered, “I’ll see you soon, Princess,” then was gone in a flash as he left Marinette in stunned silence.
Did that really just happen?
She lightly touched her bottom lip, which was still flushed. She kept repeating the motions in her head: Chat invading her space, looking at her with pure want, and god, the way he kissed her…
Marinette placed a hand on the counter to balance herself, in the process looking back at the ever-high stacks of dishes that still needed to be cleaned. Letting out another despondent scoff, Marinette picked up a plate and started scrubbing.
Just wait an hour, just wait an hour, she repeatedly told herself.
Marinette couldn’t have finished washing more than two plates total when she heard shuffling at the kitchen entrance. She whipped around to the figure in the doorframe so quickly she nearly dropped a dish.
“Oh! Kitty Cat, I didn’t realize how eager you were–” she started as she focused on the darkened figure. When he finally came into view, she gasped. The bowl she had been holding slipped in her surprise, promptly shattering to pieces. Marinette stopped breathing and backed into the counter.
The man at the door was not Chat Noir.
Adrien
“I’m going to kill you Plagg!”
The black and green kwami merely shrugged in response in between bites of camembert. “Hey, you’re the one who decided to stay at the party for who knows how long to chit chat with everyone and drain my power. I figured you wanted to have a rather ‘busy’ night with your girlfriend, so I wanted to re-energize. If anything you should be thanking me.”
Adrien continued pacing his room frantically and nervously glancing at the clock that hung from his wall. An hour should’ve been plenty of time, but considering how lazy Plagg could be, he wasn’t taking any chances. A quarter of an hour had already passed and his kwami was still savoring his first serving. It felt like pure agony.
“Just hurry up and finish eating, will you?” he snapped.
Plagg raised his eyebrows. “Whoa, whoa! I know you want to be with this girl, but no need to be rude!”
“She’s not just a girl, Plagg,” Adrien admonished. “She’s so beautiful, so talented, so wonderful…I just want to be with her as much as possible.”
“You know, if you tell her your secret identity, you can be with her all the time.”
Adrien sighed. “You know I can’t do that. At least not yet. It could be dangerous.”
Plagg looked at him deadpanned. “But this isn’t ? I was hoping this little break would give you time to think a little about all these late-night rendezvous, at least.”
“Well…ah…” the blond scratched the back of his neck sheepishly.
“Exactly,” Plagg said, popping the last bit of cheese into his mouth.
“Ok, ok, I’ll tell her…soon. How’s that?”
“Oh, I feel so much better knowing that,” Plagg rolled his eyes.
“Perhaps…” Adrien mumbled, “I don’t have to tell her but can still see her more…”
As Plagg opened his mouth to question what he meant, a sudden, loud knock came from his chamber doors.
Adrien and the kwami spun their gaze to the large doors in surprise, no doubt thinking the same thing: it was nearly midnight, who on Earth would be up to speak with him at this hour?
With a swift nod to Plagg, Adrien straightened and asked “Who is it?” which gave the kwami plenty of time to grab the rest of his food and find a secure hiding spot.
A voice, muffled but distinguishable, responded, “Adrien? It’s me.”
Adrien sucked in a breath, suddenly frozen to the spot, and whatever resolve he had promptly fled his body. It was his father. Adrien silently cursed himself for not pretending to be asleep instead, but how could he know his father of all people would randomly show up?
“F-father?” was all he could muster weakly.
“Yes…could you let me in?”
Adrien blinked, realizing he hadn’t moved from his spot, and quickly made his way to the door. His father stood right outside, dressed in simple night robes, a curious expression on his face. The blond gulped involuntarily.
“Apologies for visiting at such a late hour, but I wanted to check in. You left in such a hurry at the ball that I wanted to make sure you’re alright.”
Adrien frowned. “Left?”
“Yes. You were having a pretty bad allergic reaction back there.”
“Oh–oh!” Adrien quickly cleared his throat. He took a swipe at his nose, as though that would make it more realistic. “Yes, well, I’m feeling quite better now. I needed to get away for a moment. Luckily Nino was there to watch after the princess.”
“Mm, yes. I’m glad you’re taking your duties seriously and working with your fellow guards. I didn’t know you had an allergy to pepper, however.”
Adrien felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Oh god, he had forgotten his father had been practically right next to the king and princess and witnessed the entire interaction. He had never had a problem with pepper in his life. He didn’t know how to respond to his own father that wouldn’t make it look more suspicious that he was lying or hiding something.
Luckily, Adrien didn’t have to answer after all, as his father cleared his throat and looked between the ground and his son. “I must apologize to you.”
The blond opened his mouth but nothing came out.
Father continued. “I didn’t realize you had such a strong reaction to pepper. I understand I’m quite busy and we don’t spend much time together, but I didn’t realize how little we saw each other until today. I didn’t even ask how you were, I had to leave rather suddenly to...attend to some work.”
Adrien stared, dumbfounded.
“So I wanted to say sorry. I promise to make some time for just us, soon. I do want to know how your position as one of the royal guards is treating you.”
Adrien’s mouth had gone dry some time ago, and he had to lick his lips quite a bit before he could form words. “Uh, thank you, Father. I really appreciate it.”
“Of course, Adrien,” Father replied in his signature monotone voice.
And then there was silence. A long, notable silence. Father cleared his throat as Adrien looked around awkwardly. Moments like this were rare between the two–hell, interactions of any kind were rare–and neither quite knew what to do next. Adrien supposed he was grateful for his father to take the time to personally apologize (granted, it was over a lie, but still) but with the clock ticking closer to midnight, Adrien could feel himself start to sweat and wish his father would just leave, despite being glad he could finally have an actual one-on-one with him.
“Well–” the two started in unison.
Another uncomfortable pause. Adrien coughed and tried to recover. “Thank you Father, but I must be going to bed. Duty calls!” He wanted to slap himself for saying something as corny as “ duty calls, ” but instead flashed his father a wide, forced grin.
“Of course, of course,” Father murmured. “Your light was still on, which is why I decided to knock. Make sure to get to bed earlier next time–and bring a face mask with you if you think pepper is nearby. We can’t have you constantly leaving your post, it becomes detrimental to your job as well as your character.”
Adrien wanted to roll his eyes. It was so typical of Father to throw in a lecture or two, but nodded anyway. He supposed that was his way to show he cared. “Yes, Father.”
With a nod and an uneasy smile, his father left. Adrien practically slammed the door as soon as he could and let out a deep sigh, sliding down the doorframe and onto the floor.
As soon as the coast was clear, Plagg popped up from his hiding spot, which had just been under his bed. “Whoa, weird.”
“Did you hear any of that conversation?” asked the blond.
“Yeah,” the kwami admitted sheepishly. “It’s not like your dad to pop in suddenly like that. I was curious and listened through the door.”
“Yeah…” was all Adrien could say, his brow furrowed. “I was worried he was suspicious that I’m Chat Noir.”
Plagg shrugged. “Didn’t seem like it, but we should take more precautions when we need a quick getaway.”
“You’re right,” Adrien muttered, “We’re going to need more help…”
Before Plagg could question his holder’s pondering, Adrien held his hands up. “Anyway, enough talk. Are you done resting?”
The feline kwami rolled his eyes. “Yes loverboy, no need to panic.”
“Perfect,” grinned Adrien. “Plagg, claws out !”
With a sigh of relief and a blast of green energy, Chat Noir leapt from his window, back into the night to greet his lady.
Marinette
“Who-who are you?” Marinette stammered.
The mysterious figure stood silent a moment, then stepped forward into the light. Marinette took him in, unsure what to think at first. He was draped in black and purple attire, the top half of his face covered in black splotches resembling a mask. A wide-brimmed hat sat low on his head, making it harder to see his face clearly. The man wore a long coat, only buttoned in the middle, showing off the top of his bare chest, along with tapered pants patterned with purple musical notes that seemed to glow and move on their own, and high boots that clicked as he walked.
The man’s hair was long, flowing down his shoulders, changing from jet-black to a royal purple. In his hands was a lute, with strings that glowed and adorned with spiraling floral and musical designs flowing up its body. Marinette’s eyes flicked from the instrument to his hair, a sense of dread filling her gut as she slowly recognized the discernable features.
When he lifted his head and made eye contact, Marinette felt her entire body stiffen. His eyes glowed a bright, inhuman purple, seemingly locking her in place. She could make out the mask more clearly and saw that it formed the shape of a butterfly.
Her eyes widened while goosebumps rose up her arms and neck.
An akuma!
The masked man grinned, causing the bluenette to gulp.
“Hello, my melody,” he cooed, voice deep and dripping with desire.
Her stomach dropped at the confirmation. She knew that voice anywhere.
“ Luka ?”
The akumatized man’s smile deepened. “I changed up my look. Do you like it? I was hoping it would help to finally get a moment alone with you.”
Marinette’s mind raced. She had seen a good amount of akumas from afar, but never one so up close and personal. Sometimes she would catch strays from their destruction, but Chat Noir was usually right there to save the day–and she certainly had never been the target for one before.
What do I even start to do in this situation?
With no powers, no fancy suit, and no weapons, Marinette’s best bet was to talk, maybe reason with Luka. At the very least it could possibly stall him until Chat came back.
“Luka, what happened? What’s wrong?” she asked sincerely.
The akumatized Luka merely shrugged. “Nothing’s wrong, my melody. You told me that you’ve been so busy lately you couldn’t go out or attend any performances – so I decided to bring it to you.”
“Oh. How, uh…sweet?” Marinette tried to sound upbeat. Maybe then he wouldn’t get too upset and lash out. Akumas were incredibly emotionally volatile, from what Chat told her, which only spurred their destruction. She tried to look around, to find an escape or a weapon or something, but she realized with foreboding that she couldn’t look away from Luka’s glowing gaze, which was still fixated on her. They were just so…pretty.
Oh no.
“I just want to play for you, that’s all I ask,” he murmured. “But let’s go somewhere more romantic than a dirty kitchen, shall we?”
No, no! Marinette’s head screamed, but she found herself rooted to the spot, under some sort of spell. Where was that damn cat?
“Luka, listen to me–” she started in a panicked tone.
“No need to be nervous,” promised Luka, “I only want to spend some time with you. Let me just help you relax…”
Marinette tried to protest, but then he began to strum his lute. The strings shone brightly as he played, a low hum emanating from his lips. As soon as the tune reached her ears, she felt herself become strangely relaxed. Her eyelids drooped and she braced hard against the counter for support. The alarm ringing in her ears slowly quieted. She could only think about how soothing his playing was and how mesmerizing his eyes were.
“You’ve been working too hard for too long. You need some rest, Marinette.” Luka walked up to her. She was having trouble moving, let alone running away. Her breath was shallow and quick, a surge of mixed emotions coursing through her as she continued to look into his gaze. A voice seemed to whisper in her ear to calm down, that Luka was there to help, to listen to him. Luka then leaned to whisper huskily into her ear that sent a chill through her.
“ Sleep, ” he ordered.
The last thing she saw as she collapsed was Luka swiftly catching her and lifting her in his arms, with only his eyes illuminating the darkness around them.
Adrien
“...Marinette?”
Chat glanced around the darkened kitchen with a frown. It was eerily quiet, as though it had been completely abandoned. Plates were still piled around the room, the sink was still full of soapy water, the candles were still lit, and yet no one was in sight.
He knew it wasn’t midnight yet. He had checked multiple times before he left, so he wondered where she suddenly had gone. Marinette was a hard worker and wouldn’t simply leave in the middle of a job. Was she upset at him for leaving again?
His feline senses kicked in as he walked in further and was met with strong, notable scents from the entrance. First he smelled Marinette’s, a mix of sweet flowers and pastries, which he expected, but now there was a new odor. It was thick and musky. It took him off guard, yet it was somehow familiar…
His thoughts were quickly cut off as he took a step forward towards the sink, where she last was, only to suddenly hear a loud crack from the floor under his foot. Chat Noir jumped at the noise and his night vision kicked in to survey the ground. There below him was a cracked dish, its pieces scattered all over the floor.
Immediately the hairs on the back of his neck stood straight. Something was wrong. Something happened to Marinette, and it had something to do with that strange smell. He practically jumped as the realization hit him.
It was the scent of an akuma. Chat practically saw red as he turned and ran out of the kitchen, now on the hunt.
Chapter 4: Quick Thinking
Summary:
Marinette has to think quickly against her captor as Chat Noir does his best to rescue her without Luka noticing. When he unfortunately does, a fight ensues as Chat's jealousy gets the better of him. Marinette must step in to help.
Notes:
Hey all, definitely posting this later than expected. I've been really busy the past couple days, and today had me moving from one thing to another with no breaks. Hope you enjoy still, and thanks so much for the kind comments and kudos!! It really makes my day! Just this chapter before we get to the good part, if you know what I mean ;)
Chapter Text
Marinette
“Wake up, my melody.”
Marinette woke up slowly, only to be met with darkness. Her head was swimming, her limbs were heavy. She was sitting up against a chair, which she could tell for sure. The bluenette lifted her head gradually, rubbing her temples.
What happened? Did I fall asleep?
Memories slowly came back to her foggy mind. She was in the kitchen…Chat was there at one point, but then he left…then she heard music…
“Hello, Sleeping Beauty,” a voice sing-songed from the darkness.
Marinette gasped as her memory flooded back, filling in the missing pieces.
Her eyes adjusted to the dark, but it didn’t help. She could make out that she was in a large room with tall windows that let in pale moonlight, but nothing else. She could not see Luka, which made her more worried.
As if hearing her thoughts, she heard him speak again from behind. “Don’t worry, I only kept the lights off so we wouldn’t be caught.” Then a spark ignited as he struck a match. He moved around Marinette as she took him in. His eyes still glowed a harsh magenta, a devious smirk danced over his lips.
He lit candelabras as Marinette realized she was seated at a large table. She looked further into the dark, straining to see if she could figure out where they were. The candles flickered off shiny floors and chandeliers. From her seat, Marinette saw that even the table looked familiar; she was seated on a plush chair at the center, which gave her a good view of the large room before her.
Marinette sucked in a breath. They were in the grand ballroom. She was seated on the throne. The same throne Princess Chloe had screamed at her from hours ago.
She reflexively tried to move – to stand up, to run, to scream, to do something, but before she could even lift herself off the throne, a creepily soothing tune filled her ears. Immediately, her limbs went lax, her eyes glassy, all senses numbing except for hearing as the hypnotic melody overcame her entire self.
Luka’s voice filled her ears, seeming to come from outside and inside her head all at once. “Relax, Mari,” he cooed. Instinctively, Marinette’s neck and shoulders drooped, and her head rolled back onto the throne.
“You’ve been working so much lately, I wanted you to have a nice night out,” said Luka, finally coming into view fully. He looked the same as before, but something seemed…off. It was as though his very being was glowing, and his features were accentuated sharply. Only he was in focus as the rest of the surroundings blurred. Luka’s eyes shone even brighter than before, and Marinette couldn’t look away no matter how hard she tried.
“I was hoping to perform for you tonight, and maybe get a dance or two. Does that sound nice?”
Marinette felt her nod despite herself.
Luka took the second throne next to her and turned it to face her. He sat with his lute perched on one knee as he patted the other with his free hand. As though she could read his mind, Marinette felt herself standing up and sitting in his lap, her gaze never leaving his. Luka’s free hand snaked around her waist, which sent a thrill all the way down to her feet.
“You’ve had a long day, hm?” asked Luka. He nodded as he spoke, to which she followed his movements, appearing to respond to his query. She leaned in even closer to him to look more deeply into his eyes. Something about them called to her, and she never wanted to leave his embrace.
A teeny, tiny voice still called to her from the back of her head, which she eagerly ignored to instead focus on his weirdly soothing presence.
Luka continued to play alongside his singing. Marinette felt herself seemingly falling into the darkness, where the only light was Luka. His music had fully entranced her, and all previous thoughts and feelings had been subdued. She barely noticed when Luka stood them both up and guided her to the dance floor, and began to waltz slowly. Luka placed his lute back in his strap and wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her from falling. Marinette slipped her arms around his neck and swayed back and forth, completely lost in his presence.
“Isn’t this nice, my melody? Just a night out, you and me?” he purred.
The small voice said No, not like this! But she nodded numbly anyway.
“Perfect,” he breathed, dipping her slowly.
Although her mind was slow and sluggish, she saw the wolfish grin grace his features as he leaned closer and knew what was happening. Marinette wanted to tell him to snap out of it when a sudden, far-off shuffle sounded behind Luka.
Luka straightened up so swiftly that Marinette felt herself fall out of her trance as abruptly as she had been put under while he harshly pulled her to his chest. She let out a gasp, blinking her eyes rapidly and shaking her head. The environment, only illuminated by the faint candlelight, was at least more in focus now that she could see clearly.
The akumatized Luka tightened his grip on her waist as he furiously scanned their surroundings. His jaw was clenched his breathing tense. Marinette was too scared to try to escape, let alone move, should he entrap her again. So instead, she looked around, hoping to find maybe something to help her get away.
And find something she did.
Just behind Luka’s head, peeking from behind one of the high stained-glass windows, was the faint outline of a familiar feline.
Marinette almost gasped with relief at seeing Chat Noir, but quickly swallowed any potential reaction. She needed to act smart to help him. She gave him the faintest of nods, hoping he’d notice her silent understanding. Thinking quickly, she turned back to Luka, guiding him to look back at her by using her finger under his chin. She flashed him her most convincing look of seduction and pulled him in close.
“Why did you stop?” she whispered before kissing him.
Adrien
Chat Noir gripped the side of the window so tightly that the stone promptly broke off, falling to the floor with a loud thud. Cursing silently at himself, he ducked back behind the wall just as Luka snapped around to see what caused the noise.
Calm down, he chided himself. Don’t let your emotions get in the way.
Still, as he chanced another look to evaluate the scene, the same feeling of anger bubbled back up in his throat, threatening to burst. Through his night vision, he saw that musician from before, clearly akumatized with his elaborate getup and glowing lute, holding tightly onto Marinette as he held her under some hypnosis.
Chat had managed to find them through their scents, leading him right to the grand ballroom he made an appearance at mere hours before. Marinette had sat on one of the thrones as Luka towered over her. As she tried to run away, he began playing his lute, and she melted into him immediately. When he dipped her, Chat’s senses were overwhelmed with a fury which led to almost giving his spot away. However, it did lead to a moment of reprieve for him to gather his wits.
That lute. It clearly held the akuma and its power. Luckily, the musician had placed it in a strap on his back, which was directly facing Chat’s hiding spot.
Chat Noir smirked. Perfect.
He focused back on the two in the ballroom. Marinette didn’t seem as lax as before – she wasn’t even looking at Luka anymore. Instead, her gaze had left his and was now staring right at Chat Noir. Chat’s eyes widened at the realization. Recognition flashed in her eyes and he wondered if she would give him away. Instead, she gave him the faintest of nods, signaling to him some silent agreement. She turned back to Luka, guiding his face to hers, and began speaking to him. She was distracting him.
Chat would’ve been proud of her quick thinking had envy not crawled up his back, whispering in his ear that it should be the two of them waltzing instead.
Stop, stop. You’ll have time to sweep her off her feet once I get that akuma, Chat told himself sternly. The feline deftly scaled down the wall, his cat-like abilities granting him quiet feet, and creeped towards the two. All he needed was the lute. With how engrossed the musician was with Marinette’s words, Chat figured he could swipe it in one go, and Luka wouldn’t even notice.
Just as his clawed fingers reached out, Luka was suddenly pulled down by Marinette and into a deep kiss.
Chat Noir nearly gagged on the spot from shock. The emotions he had been forcing down threatened to shoot right back up, but somehow Chat persisted. He couldn’t tell if Marinette was back under his spell or not, and he wasn’t sure which one he preferred. If this was what she meant when she gave him that nod, he had some critiques. Instead of focusing on that, however, he grit his teeth and skillfully started to loosen the lute from its holding place.
He could see Marinette card her fingers through his hair to lock him in place, letting out the softest of noises. His eye twitched at the movement but took it as a sign that she was trying to stop Luka from noticing his presence…hopefully. The instinct to beat the akuma out of the lute onto Luka’s head rose, but he knew better than to stoop to that level. For now.
Suddenly, Luka moved upwards, his lute lightly bumping into his back. Chat snapped out of his cloud of envy just enough for his instincts to react, causing him to scoot back a step. The sound of his feet sliding across the floor immediately alerted the akumatized Luka, who spun around and caught Chat right in the act.
For a moment, the two looked at each other. Marinette clasped a hand over her mouth, not daring to move a muscle.
“Uh…meow?” Chat attempted meekly.
In an instant, Luka regained himself, placing the lute back in its strap while simultaneously drawing a sword that Chat hadn’t noticed from his belt and aimed for his neck. Chat Noir just managed to dodge the attack as he instinctively grabbed his own saber, barely deflecting Luka’s next swing at his chest. Marinette yelled out something to Luka as he grabbed her wrists in his free hand, forcing her behind him.
The two engaged into a swift and angry duel, their swords clashing violently against the other. Chat knew he was not fighting as smooth or as trained as usual; his movements were fueled by pure jealousy and possessiveness getting the better of him. Seeing Marinette struggle to free herself from Luka made him sloppy, but he couldn’t help it.
“Let her go!” snarled Chat, fangs bared, pushing in further.
Marinette landed a hit on Luka’s forearm. In return, Luka growled and briefly stepped away from Chat’s parries to lower his fist against her head. She promptly crumpled to the floor, landing in a heap with a pained cry.
Immediately Chat flew into a rage, going straight for any open spot, no matter where it would hit. But the akuma had clearly given Luka superhuman strength and agility as he returned blow for blow.
“You ruined everything!” Luka roared.
“Luka, you’re not thinking straight! It’s the akuma!” Chat tried to reason.
“She’s mine–you keep getting in the way!” said Luka in a tone dripping with venom. The two swords connected and slid forward at the opponents pushing in as hard as they could, coming face-to-face between the blades.
Chat glowered, already tired of being rational with him. “She’s not yours, you put her under a spell! You have no right to claim her!”
Luka showed his teeth with a yell, forcing Chat’s blade away, doubled with a strike to his torso. His sword sliced across the hero’s chest, his shirt fabric ripping apart to reveal blood already starting to flow down his body. Chat gasped, stumbling back a couple of steps. His free arm flew up to cover his exposed spot before Luka could attack again.
Luka took a couple of confident steps forward, now towering over the feline hero who cowered defensively. A look of righteous vengeance flashed in his eyes as Luka raised his sword to aim at Chat’s head.
“Chat Noir!” a voice yelled from behind Luka’s frame.
The two turned to see Marinette now standing with Luka’s lute held firmly in her grasp. As soon as she locked eyes with Chat, she threw the instrument with as much strength as she could over Luka’s head. Chat leaped in time to snatch it out of the air, over Luka’s head, landing right next to Marinette.
Luka gasped as Chat held it up above his head and yelled “Cataclysm!”
Immediately the lute was engulfed in a cloud of black smoke, fighting against the bright purple akuma within. The instrument clattered to the floor, and a purplish-black butterfly burst through and tried to flutter away to escape. Chat quickly swung a net that hung around his waist, successfully catching the bug and securing back to his belt. He would dispose of it later; his attention was now securely focused on Marinette.
Luka had fallen to his knees once his lute was purified, his outfit fluttering away in a dust cloud that revealed his natural form. He groaned and dropped his head into his hands in a confused daze as Chat made his way to Marinette.
The bluenette was leaning against the wall, one hand over her chest and the other grabbing the wall for balance. Chat Noir reached around her torso to support her, to which Marinette then promptly fell into his embrace.
“Mari, are you ok?” Chat asked, his voice full of concern.
Marinette looked up warily yet smiled. “Yes, I’m ok.” She then saw the gash on his chest from earlier and gasped. “Chat, you’re hurt!”
Remembering his wound, Chat felt the pain begin to surge as the shock dissipated. It was his turn to lean against the wall as Marinette inspected the damage, still pressed against him as he clung to her waist.
“It doesn’t look too deep, thankfully,” she breathed shakily. Impulsively, she moved one of her hands from his chest and reached for the bottom hem of her dress, ripping off uneven stripes and administering them to Chat as a makeshift bandage.
“No, Mari, your dress–!” heaved Chat.
“Nevermind that, I can always make a new one. Now stay still,” Marinette clipped as she pressed down on the injury, ignoring his gaze. Chat hissed at the pressure.
“Just breathe, Chat,” cooed the bluenette quietly.
“Marinette,” he replied, her name a prayer on his tongue.
The feline hero grit his teeth and stared heavily down at her. She still wasn’t looking at him, so he cupped her chin to tilt her face up. He was met with teary eyes and a bitten lip, which made him pause for a moment to stare.
“Mari…” he softly exhaled again.
“You scared me there,” she mumbled briskly.
Chat couldn’t help the breathy laugh escape him. “You scared me, M’lady.”
She opened her mouth to scold him, but was stopped by the intensity of his stare. The two gazed into each other’s eyes, a silent question flitting between them. As though answered, they leaned in for a kiss.
Suddenly, a loud bang emanated from the doors to the ballroom. The two turned in surprise just as the doors burst open, splinters of wood flying through the air. A group of guards stood holding a large battering ram, led by Nino, who quickly ordered to drop the ram, and drew his sword, surveying the area.
Spotting Chat Noir, Nino walked briskly towards him, with various emotions in his eyes. His gaze flickered from him to Marinette, to which he quickly straightened up.
“Chat Noir!” Nino said formally, “We heard yelling and noise coming from here and came to inspect. The door was blocked, so we had to improvise. What’s happened?”
Chat regretfully pulled away from Marinette to address the guard properly. “Akuma attack, sir. Luka here was victimized and kidnapped Marinette. I followed them here, and a fight ensued in order to destroy the akumatized instrument.”
A quiet, yet painful groan sounded, causing all of them to turn their direction to the side. Luka was kneeling a few feet away, his arms pressed against his thighs, his head hanging. He struggled to get up before slipping back to the ground.
Marinette gave Chat a pitiful look before tearing away to assist the musician. Jealousy surged back up his throat with a passion as he glowered at Luka’s slumped form and Marinette kneeling to help him. He was ready to throw him against the wall before Marinette turned back and gave him a look, as though knowing what he was thinking. Chat Noir sighed but took the sign and stayed back with arms crossed. A couple of guards marched forward, swords ready. Marinette held up a hand to them to keep them at bay.
Once Luka was shakily back on his feet, Marinette asked, “Luka, are you alright?”
He grabbed his head with his free arm, his other wrapped around Marinette’s shoulder for balance. Letting out a pained breath, he replied, “What happened?”
“Oh, well…” Marinette started hesitantly. She’d never done this before. How do you approach an akumatized victim? Did she tell the entire truth and reveal everything he did, or keep it vague?
As she contemplated, Luka surveyed their surroundings. He saw the various furniture that had been knocked over, slashed drapes, the guards, and mostly a murderous-looking Chat Noir glaring right at him. He winced as bits and pieces of his memory started to return.
“Did I…Was I…Were you…?” Luka started but never finished.
Marinette gave him another piteous glance but didn’t say anything. Luka sighed and looked down. “I’m so sorry, Marinette. For everything. I don’t know what happened. I was outside and suddenly everything went black…”
“Luka, it’s ok,” Marinette whispered, patting his shoulders. “You were in distress and taken advantage of. I understand.”
The musician met her eyes with a grateful smile. “Thank you, Marinette. I guess I shouldn’t have been so jealous. It wasn’t my place. It’s clear that…”
Marinette frowned when he didn’t continue his thought. “It’s clear that what?”
But Luka wasn’t looking at her; instead, behind her head. Marinette turned to see Chat Noir, now much closer than before, practically glaring daggers at Luka. Before she could tell him to give them space, Luka cleared his throat.
“It’s clear that someone else has your heart,” he whispered.
Marinette turned back in surprise. Luka pulled away, giving Chat a nod of understanding.
“Don’t worry, Marinette, I’m fine,” he told her, “I’ll give you two some space.” And with that, the guards came forward to escort him out, most likely to the infirmary to keep an eye on him for the night. Marinette looked after him with sadness.
“We’ll talk about this later, ok Luka?” she called out.
Luka paused, then looked over his shoulder at her. “Ok…Goodnight, Marinette.”
Chapter 5: Confessions and Decisions
Summary:
Chat brings Marinette back to her room to make sure she's ok and that she gets back safely. Feelings are admitted, decisions are made, and the two can't hold back anymore.
Notes:
You already knoooow, enjoy the smut!! (And the cliffhanger!)
Chapter Text
Marinette
Once Luka, Nino, and the rest of the guards had left, Chat Noir lifted Marinette up and leapt out the window, back to her balcony. She had protested and insisted she was fine, but Chat was not taking any chances. After seeing her be hit on the head, he wanted to bring her back safely and make sure there were no troubling symptoms arising.
When they landed on the balcony of Marinette’s room, Chat gently set her down before instructing her to lean against the wall as he looked for signs of a concussion. Marinette held her breath as he looked deeply into her eyes to examine her pupils.
“I promise I’m alright,” she asserted again.
“And I’m not leaving until I know for sure,” he promptly answered sternly.
Sighing, Marinette lolled her head back in exasperation. Chat saw the expanse of her neck and gulped. How easy it would be to just kiss and bite her skin, easing down her body until she had to remove her clothes…
Shaking his head, Chat Noir stopped himself and steeled his nerves.
“Do you feel lightheaded?” he asked, partly in genuine concern, partly to stop focusing on his increasingly dirty thoughts. His clawed gloves raked through her hair to check for bumps. Marinette gulped at how intimate the gesture was.
“No,” the bluenette deadpanned.
“Dizzy?”
“No.”
“Nauseous? Sleepy? Trouble speaking?”
“No, no, and no–I’m fine, Chat, really.”
Chat exhaled deeply and gazed at her. “I was so worried back there.”
Marinette brows turned up in concern.
He wasn’t done. “I was so upset that he did that to you. And I…I felt so jealous. That he would somehow win you over. When you kissed him, I got so angry…”
“Oh, Chat,” Marinette murmured. She reached up to hold his face in her palms. He eagerly accepted and leaned into her, lightly kissing her upturned wrists.
“It was just a distraction. Besides, you never have to worry about that,” she said. Chat’s eyes never left hers. “After all, Luka was right. Someone else already holds my heart.”
Chat let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding and tilted his forehead down to touch her own. “Oh, Marinette,” he said devotedly. Her own breath was shaky as she looked from his eyes to his lips.
“I’m so happy to hear that,” he purred against her ear. “Because you’re the sole object of my affection. I would give you my heart, my soul, my entire being if I could.”
Marinette’s body was nearly trembling at his words. Her face and lower abdomen was on fire and she couldn’t seem to stand still. She squirmed against him, causing him to moan lightly.
“Eager, are we, Princess?” he whispered, his lips brushing against a sensitive spot behind her ear.
The bluenette bit her lip so hard she was worried she would draw blood. “A—a little…”
“Mmm, I thought so,” he replied. His hands were tracing up and down her waist and hips, making her shudder. “Luka looked too comfortable dancing with you earlier. I think I need to remind you that you’re taken.”
He began to suck and kiss at Marinette’s throat, making sure to leave a trail of marks across her neck. She gasped and tipped her head back to give him more access. He pressed into her, his knee jutting in between her legs to spread them apart. Marinette grabbed a handful of his hair as the rush of sensations overcame her.
“That’ll be the last time anyone else touches you,” he said it more as a demand than a statement. “The only person you’ll think about will be me after I’m done with you.”
Marinette let out a proper moan. His possessiveness was so enthralling. “Please, keep–keep talking like that,” she begged.
Chat chuckled darkly. He lifted his head back up to see her. His darkened gaze only added fuel to the fire growing in her abdomen. “If I’m going to do that, we’ll have to go inside, Princess. We can’t have the entire castle hear you, can we? Nobody gets to hear you but me.” He ended his sentence with a low growl and suddenly bent down to pick her up, holding onto her thighs. She yelped but instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, waiting with wide eyes for his next move.
He smirked at her before kissing her deeply. He kissed more with more softness than she anticipated, but it was so sensual nonetheless. Chat slowly made his way into her room, sitting down on the edge of her bed, his hands exploring her body with reverence. Marinette responded in kind, their tongues intertwined for dominance.
She scooted further up his lap for more contact, the movement sending a shockwave up Chat’s body. Taken off guard, he gasped and tilted his head back and grinded back into Marinette. Quickly she took her chance and started to kiss his throat, grinding on him harder after seeing his strong reaction. Chat groaned and pressed his fingers into her waist so hard she worried it would leave a bruise. The thought of him leaving so many marks on her started to spur her on, however, and so she let him continue to hold her tightly.
“Ma-Marinette,” Chat panted, finally breaking the high tension. She stared at him with hooded lids and pursed lips, making him catch his breath.
“Can I…?” he trailed off, tracing the strings of her corset. Marinette eagerly nodded, not saying a thing, worried it might ruin the mood.
That was all Chat needed. A downright sinful look graced his features before swiftly untying her top and pulling her back in for another intense kiss.
Before she knew it, her corset had been tossed to the side, the rest of her dress soon to join after. She felt her sleeves being pulled down by Chat’s gloved fingers, which caused her to stop kissing him to watch his movements.
Just as the bodice was about to fall from her chest, Marinette whispered, “I-I’ve never done this before.”
Chat looked up at her with raised eyebrows. “I find that hard to believe. A pretty thing like you, walking around like that?”
The bluenette blushed at his words. He chuckled and rubbed slow circles right where the swell of her breasts poked out. “If it helps…I’ve never done this either. If you want to stop, just say so and I will, sound good?”
“Yes,” she exhaled. “You too, ok?”
Chat Noir nodded, bit his lip, and started to pull her dress down again. Her breasts now exposed, Chat stared intently, looking at a work of art, then began to worship them softly. Marinette’s gasp turned into a groan as he kneaded her flesh. She gripped his shoulders tightly. He soon was swirling one nipple with his fingers and kissing the other with his mouth. Marinette easily got lost in the sensation blooming within her and began grinding against him once more. She shucked her shoes off and pulled her dress down further, intent on getting completely undressed.
Chat stopped his ministries with a pop of his lips. Marinette whined in protest and looked back down at him to see a cheesy, albeit still seductive, smile.
“Someone’s in a rush, hm?” he teased.
Marinette pouted and lightly smacked his shoulder. “I could say the same for you!”
He snickered. “Easy, Princess,” he drawled, “Just do as I say, or you won’t get rewarded. Good girls get rewards for doing what they’re told. Are you going to listen?”
Marinette stared in wonder at his confidence for a moment. The lust was clouding her mind, making it hard to focus. “Yes, Ch-Chat,” she managed to say.
“Perfect. Now be a good girl for me and lie down.”
Marinette’s eyes widened at his words–from his boldness and from how strongly her body reacted to it. Her entire face was red and there was a roaring in her ears, but she obliged anyway. She had read enough romance books to have an idea of what to expect, but this was already exceeding any previous fantasies she had ever conjured up when alone at night.
She laid her head back on her pillows. Chat readily followed, placing both of his arms on either side of her head, urging her legs apart again as he settled on her thighs. Marinette let out a quivering breath, causing Chat to lightly trail his thumb over her bottom lip. His mouth then replaced his finger, Marinette’s eyes closing to fully enjoy the feeling. He used another hand to caress her breast again, muttering “Beautiful,” as he did so. The bluenette arched into him. She desperately needed more.
Chat was now canting faster into her. She moaned at the contact and busied herself by tugging at his shirt, a silent plea to take it off. He complied, sitting back on his heels and making a show of taking it off, along with his cape and gloves, in front of her. She hungrily took him in–broad shoulders, muscled arms, toned abs…Marinette’s mind immediately drifted to what those arms could do to her as her hands instinctively reached out to touch him.
Without warning, Chat grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head. She gasped at the sudden movement as Chat Noir leaned in to invade her space.
“Not yet,” he tsked. “Let me take care of you first.”
Before she could ask what he meant, his free hand was gliding up her leg, under her skirts, and onto her thighs. She cried out in surprise. Her moans only grew in volume as he palmed the junction between her legs and he quirked an eyebrow at her.
“So wet already,” he purred, slowly rubbing his hand up and down. “You’re practically soaked through. Was it him that made you feel this way, or was this all me?”
Through her foggy brain she could tell he was referencing Luka. She would’ve given some sort of sardonic reply back had this controlling part of him not been so damn distractingly sexy.
“You, Chat, only you,” she breathed. Marinette could see his hooded eyes fill with desire, solely focused on her.
He grinned. “Good. Only I can make you feel this way, only I can do this to you. Understand?”
“Y-yes,” said Marinette quietly.
He pressed against her even harder, causing her to cry out. “Louder,” he ordered.
“Yes!” she squeaked.
Chat heaved, “Good girl, Mari, so obedient. You’re doing such a good job. Do you think you deserve a reward?”
“Yes Chat, please,” Marinette whimpered in response.
Smirking, Chat practically ripped the rest of the pesky dress off and tossed it off the bed. Marinette now lay completely bare before him. Out of reflex, she raised her hands to cover her chest and tried to close her legs, which were still forced apart by Chat’s own body.
“Mari, it’s ok,” Chat Noir whispered calmly. He knelt back down and left a chaste kiss on her cheek. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. There’s nothing to worry about.”
Marinette’s cheeks flushed as she looked away. “Thank you. I just…get worried, sometimes.”
“I understand,” said Chat reassuringly. He used his fingers to turn Marinette’s face back to him. “Let me show you that there’s nothing to be ashamed about.”
He then promptly rubbed his bare fingers over her now exposed folds. The bluenette felt as though pure hot pleasure had erupted, and she could no longer form thought. The feeling only increased as he continued his movements, and Marinette could only babble affirmations in response.
“Fuck Marinette, you sound so beautiful. Such a good little girl for me. You’ve had a long day, haven’t you?” Chat rasped, his voice pure velvet.
“Yes, yes!”
“You just want to lie back and let me take care of you, hm?”
“Chat—please!”
The blonde hero licked his lips as an insatiable hunger overtook him. “Keep saying my name, Mari. I want it to be the only name you ever cry out. You’ll only ever want me, understand?” Chat desperately wanted her to say his real name, to scream Adrien over and over, but knew better than to make such a risky mistake in the heat of the moment. He promised himself he would tell her soon.
Marinette grinded her hips against his hand for more friction. His words were doing things to her body she had never felt before. “Oh, Chat, I want you so badly.”
Just as her words left her lips, she suddenly felt his tongue licking her slit from bottom to top. Her eyes flew open to see Chat’s face between her legs and staring at her intently. She couldn’t breathe and nearly came undone at the sight alone. Chat, seeing her reaction, smirked against her before doing it again. And again. And again.
Marinette’s eyes fluttered closed and fell back on the pillow. Chat was now focused on the bundle of nerves at the top, swirling his tongue with more intensity over and over. Marinette gasped at the sensation, her hands gliding down her body until they snaked into Chat’s locks, giving him a tug and tightening her grip. She heard Chat moan at the touch, sending vibrations right up her body.
“Fuck, you feel so good!” Marinette sobbed.
Chat gave an appreciative hum, a noise Marinette was going to commit to memory, as he then wrapped his lips around her clit, giving open mouthed kisses and sucks. Pure ecstasy was coursing through the bluenette, and she wasn’t sure how much more she could take. Her legs fell open completely to give him full access to her to do as he pleased. A burning hot coil in her lower abdomen had begun winding up, threatening to burst at any second. She chanced a glance back down at the feline hero. His eyes were shut now and he was solely intent on lapping her up. Like a man about to die of thirst, he drank her up as though she was the only water source. He was practically attached to her with how obsessive he was being.
Marinette let out a high-pitched noise as Chat gave her a long suck just as she felt a finger tease her entrance. She desperately tried to push forward to feel more–she was close, so close. She was also wet, so wet–Chat lips were sliding everywhere and his finger, quickly followed by a second, pushed in and out with ease. Lewd noises from his plush lips and tongue against her filled her ears and knew that it was only seconds until she came.
“Chat Noir, I’m close–ah!–I’m going to–!”
Chat let out another content mmm in reply. That paired with a greatly timed suck of his lips and pump of his fingers tipped her over the edge and she came with a cry of Chat’s name. She arched her back even more, her thighs clenching Chat’s face, to which he found surprisingly arousing. He rode her out through her orgasm, keeping his face and fingers in place. After what felt like an eternity for Marinette, and what was already regretfully over for Chat, her body finally stilled and she gave a knowing tug to his hair again to pull him up.
Marinette’s eyes flitted open to see him smugly smirking with those full lips of his covered in her cum. Chat leaned down to give her a feverish kiss, allowing her to taste herself on his mouth. The images of him going down on her just moments ago flashed in her head and another bolt of lightning shot through her.
“God, Mari, that was amazing,” Chat purred.
Marinette bit her lip. “Thank you, Chat Noir. That felt incredible.”
“How are you feeling?”
“Good, so good,” Marinette answered with lust still on her tongue.
He quirked an eyebrow. “Do you feel tired?”
“No, I feel fine–”
“Good,” Chat didn’t let her finish as he suddenly spun them around, now with Marinette straddling his hips as he dipped his back against the bed frame. His gaze darkened and he looked calculated as he ran his hands from her hips up to her breasts.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he gritted as he bucked his hips into hers.
Passion flowed back into her despite just coming down from her orgasm. A sudden confidence bloomed in her chest and she leaned down to meet Chat’s lips, whispering, “I hope not, kitty-cat. I want you to last all night.” She rocked her hips over his clothed crotch.
The feline’s eyebrows shot up but he managed to meet her actions with ease. His palms slid back until they firmly groped her ass. “Oh don’t worry, m’lady, I’m gonna have you begging for more.”
Now impatient, Marinette wanted him to fulfill his promise. She raised her hips and fumbled to unbutton his pants. Chat hastily joined her and lifted his waist to discard both his pants and underwear in one go. His swollen cock rested over his abdomen, precum already dripping down his reddened tip. Marinette blinked in surprise. She felt her inexperience showing, as she wasn’t quite sure what to do next. However, the sight of his length so close compelled her to act on instinct.
She sunk down until she was eye level with his member. She felt Chat’s body stiffen.
“Marinette, you don’t–have to…” he stuttered.
Marinette flashed him a seductive look that he committed to memory. “Oh, but I want to,” she breathed intensely before reaching her tongue out and giving an experimental lick. Immediately Chat sucked in a breath and waited with anticipation for her next move.
After some more licks, Marinette wrapped her lips around him and slowly started sucking, focused first on the tip. Chat’s eyes rolled to the back of his head with a guttural moan, slacked-jaw. Taking that as a good sign, the bluenette continued her work, steadily making her way down his shaft with the help of her hand stroking what she couldn’t reach. By the time she reached the base, Chat was breathing heavily and his hands found their way into her hair, guiding her to take him deeper, faster.
With an inhale, she managed to fully deepthroat him, causing Chat to cry out and thrust into her mouth before he abruptly grabbed her head to stop her. Just as she thought she did something wrong, her face was forced up to look at Chat. His mouth was hanging open as though she was the most magnificent sight he ever beheld.
“Marinette, if you keep going, I’m not going to last long,” he panted.
“Isn’t that a good thing?”
He smirked dreamily. “Not for what I have planned.”
In an instant she was back on his lap, her still-wet clit dragging across his cock. Chat grabbed his length to line up with her, just inches away from her entrance.
“I wanna feel your pussy cum around my cock,” he grinned, his nose brushing against hers.
Marinette bit her lip. “Fuck, I want you inside me.”
“Good,” said Chat as he steadily began to enter her.
The two exhaled moans simultaneously, pausing simply to feel the new sensation. Marinette felt a notable stretch. It wasn’t too painful, and there was pressure, but there was a deliciousness to the feeling that overtook any pain she did feel. She was stretched out in the most perfect way from his cock. Chat Noir looked as though he was being held back. His hands gripped her hips tightly and his brow was furrowed.
“Fuck, Marinette, you feel so tight,” he choked out.
“You can keep going. Please–fuck me,” begged Marinette in reply.
In a slow yet steady move, he thrusted into her fully. Both of them gasped as the base of his member rubbed against her clit. He pulled out of her with the same pace as before, both getting acclimated to the other. Soon they were fucking at a stable pace, the crude noises of skin slapping skin and their moans filling the room. Chat used his hands to control her movements, lifting her up and down as she went fully in and out of him with every push.
“You like that, Princess?” Chat bit out between clenched teeth.
“Yes Chat, yes,” Marinette whimpered. Her head was tilted back and her eyes were half closed, lost in the feeling. Every thrust resulted in louder and louder moans as the pressure started to build again.
“I make you feel better than anyone else could, hm? Better than him?”
Marinette never realized jealousy could feel so good. “W-who?”
Chat grinned with a growl, somehow pounding even harder than before. “That’s right Mari, there’s no one else, only me. I’m fucking you so well you can’t even think straight right now, can you?”
“Fuck–Chat–so good–” was all Marinette could say in between gasps, effectively answering his question.
“Mmm, such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” he purred. “You want me to cum in you?”
“Yes, fuck–!”
“Are you going to cum again for me?”
“Yes Chat, anything you want.”
Chat bared his teeth and suddenly changed positions once again, Marinette’s vision blurring at how quickly it happened. She found herself pinned down on the bed again. Chat kneeled on top of her, lifting up her hips, his cock never leaving her pussy. He continued railing into her at a bruising pace that made her see stars.
“Cum for me, Mari, cum on this cock,” Chat ordered urgently.
Marinette cried out, “Yes, Chat, don’t stop, don’t stop–”
“God, you feel so tight, so amazing.” Chat Noir sounded absolutely wrecked. He started frantically rubbing her clit to bring her to climax. “You’re such a good little slut. Such a pretty little cumslut. You like it when I mark you?”
“Fuck, yes, yes, make me yours!”
With a final moan and various praises, Chat thrust forward in a stuttering fashion. Marinette could feel herself being filled with a warm sensation and came undone herself with a string of his name falling from her lips. Chat collapsed on top of her, just barely bracing his arms on both sides of her head to avoid crushing her. Marinette’s eyes were still closed shut as the last of her orgasm rocked through her. When they finally opened, she saw Chat looking down on her, breathing deeply, simply watching her.
The two stayed gazing at each other with lust-filled stares until they both cracked shy grins. Chat Noir lowered himself onto the bed, gently guiding Marinette to turn to her side to face him, hands tracing over her body. Marinette reached out to lightly touch his face, to study and memorize every little feature.
“That was…” the two started simultaneously. They giggled, pulling closer into each other.
“That was amazing. It doesn’t feel real. You’re a dream, Mari,” cooed Chat.
Marinette blushed furiously and buried her face into the crook of his neck. He chuckled as she muttered a thank you.
They stayed like that for a while. By the time Chat’s ring began to alert him that he was running very low on power, Marinette had already fallen asleep on his chest. Despite not wanting to, the feline hero reluctantly got out of bed and placed a chaste kiss on Marinette’s temple, whisking off into the night. But this time he was not headed for his room to sleep off the day’s events; instead, he took many a sharp turn down increasingly dark corridors, deeper and deeper into the castle’s secret interior, with a plan in mind.
Adrien
By the time he reached his destination, his cat-like facade had dropped. The halls were near pitch-black now, save for one single torch lit in front of a very old, very twisted mahogany door. Adrien knocked in a rhythmic pattern, a secret code, alerting the insider to his presence. Plagg, now freed to rest – but mostly to babble – gave Adrien a puzzled expression.
“And what exactly are we doing here in the middle of the night, instead of sleeping and eating more cheese?” the kwami inquired.
Adrien took a step back and waited for the door to open. “I need to talk to him about Marinette.”
Plagg’s eyes bulged. “What for?”
The blonde gave him a knowing look. Before he could fully explain, however, the heavy door slowly began to open.
At first, there was silence. Only more darkness showed through the crack in the doorway. Regardless, Adrien felt watched. This was a feeling he had become used to when visiting his mentor deep in the palace, for secrecy’s sake.
“Adrien…” a raspy voice murmured. “It is past midnight. What brings you to me at such a late hour?”
Adrien bowed in respect. “Apologies, Master. Forgive my sudden presence. I have an important matter to discuss with you.”
From the darkened doorway, a figure shuffled. Adrien could tell he was thinking.
“And what matter would that be, exactly?”
“It’s about the miraculous of creation. I believe I’ve found the perfect holder.”
Finally, the figure stepped forward. A short man adorned in a silken night robe entered and gave Adrien a look of shock and intrigue.
“By all means, then, please come in,” Master Fu urged.
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