#going to relax a bit from writing fics but i'll still tried to upload frequently for marichat march

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SOLO 6 [bonus chapter]

Previously on Miraculous: Solo!: He caught her hand before she could put it down and held it between the two of them for a moment, squeezing it lightly in his own palm and feeling its smallness. Adrien imagined just how much weight the world has given for such small hands. His fingers laced with hers just for a moment. “Then I am in your debt, your highness.” The superhero said.

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Adrien laid in bed with two scarves in hand.

One blue, one green.

His eyes focused on nothing but the two knitted items. One was gifted to him by his father for his last birthday, the other he had received just yesterday from his friend. He knew from the moment Marinette put the scarf on him, the material, the smell, all felt familiar. They were the exact size, the exact thickness of yarn, the exa–

“K i d, if this another one of your conspiracy theories, just go to bed already will ya? You can literally see her tomorrow.” Plagg’s complaints did not fully register as proven by Adrien's late and halfhearted “uhuh.” and the kwami was t h i s close to just turning off the lights.

“Something is up Plagg, the only difference is the color!”

“And the only difference between you and a rock is that one is alive and the other one ISN’T. Go to sleep you dense knucklehead!! AAAAUUUUGH.”

Listening to the kwami’s pleas, Adrien flicked off the light switch and buried himself under his covers. He wanted answers too, you know? If what he's seeing is real, then... Marinette was the one who made him the blue scarf. But then how would have his father gotten his hands on it? Did he commission her? But his father didn't know about Marinette until the hat contest! Where was the missing connection? Scientists are still struggling to find the answer.

And they smelled the same too, who was he kidding, of course it was Marinette’s work, it was similar to what her balcony blanket smelled like. Not that he uh– knew it first-hand– Adrien sighed, exhausted from thinking in circles round and round, breathing in the soft yarn of the scarves as he held them close to him, against his chest right under his chin. They were comforting, two of the few handmade items in this big mansion. He had been promised a hat as well and the thought made the teen model giddy, slightly kicking his feet underneath the blanket.

There was just– so much about her he didn't know yet. Marinette was endlessly interesting and the more he got to know her and see her, the more he found reasons to continue being Chat Noir, to not give up even when he felt unwanted, unneeded, or when he slipped up or felt like giving up. Because she

she, Marinette Dupain-Cheng,

cared about him, all the different parts of him. Someone believed in him like he believed in her.

Adrien Agreste, he thought. How did you get so darn lucky?

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Her face was still burning after splashing cold water on herself for the umpteenth time.

Marinette had long given up on her heated face by the time she crawled into bed, the memories replaying in her mind without her meaning to. The girl still had not said anything even as Tikki came to nuzzle up against her.

“Mm,” the kwami' yawned, “Marinette? What's wrong?”

“Where the HECK do I put all my posters of Adrien when Chat comes over????” Marinette whisper-shouted, using her arms that shot up into the air to emphasize her question, then letting them flop back down.

Tikki only giggled back, knowing a little more than Marinette did. “I'm sure he wouldn't mind it much, you did say it was for your passion for fashion anyway.”

“Ughh–” A pillow was taken from beside her to muffle the girl's agitated groans. “N o o n e believes that!”

“Well then, I fully believe in you to work your way around things! You two don't have to work in your room.”

“So you mean... for us to go outside?”

“Mhmm.”

“Like a d-date?”

“Not what I said but don't let me deter you from your dreams.”

“I don't dream about– about dating Chat Noir!” Marinette sputtered, though it was already too late as her mind flooded her imagination with thoughts of her and Chat in disguise, studying at the library and getting ice cream afterwards, not that it would be Andre’s! It could be any ice cream place like the grocery store! Super unromantic! Oh wait no–

Marinette looked deeply troubled as she realized being in a grocery store with Chat would still be very romantic,,, “Look, getting over Luka was hard enough and I'm doing my best to be there for Adrien's as a friend because he really, really needs one who will listen to him.... And I'm Ladybug! And the guardian!!”

“Sleep, Marinette. No need to... overthink it...... now........”

Sleep came to the kwami but Marinette was still restless. She didn't want to use Chat Noir as some sort of rebound or someone to distract her, he deserved so much better, the best of the best.

“Only the best...” Muttered Marinette as she tiredly turned to lie on her side.

Darnit, she wanted to be that best.

She was going to show him so much care that he wouldn't even know what to do with it all. Gonna suffocate all her loved ones with her affection, yeah, that’s the plan. Chat Noir is just a loved one haha.

Simply just someone special to her and nothing else.

With that conclusion, Marinette could feel her brain begin to slow down to let her rest, her eyes closing as she drifted off to dream land where she can chase down Hawkmoth with her knitting needles to stab him with.

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