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agrestebug · 4 years ago
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Marichat May 2020
Hey everyone! I found the BEST artwork that perfectly fits my story for this day of Marichat May so I HAD to post it! Here’s the fic, but I’ll leave a link to the artwork too!  { https://pg-arttoons.tumblr.com/post/623662454271082496/can-i-interest-anyone-in-some-angst }  @pg-arttoons you are amazingly talented!! 
Enjoy!
Day 7 - Adrien Posters
Marinette hummed happily to herself as she tied the last small knot. She smiled brightly and held up the little pink heart pillow, turning in her chair to show it to her, "It's all done Tikki!"
Tikki flew up to the pillow and smiled brightly, "Oh thank you Marinette, it looks great!"
She headed up her ladder to her bed, Tikki flying up next to her. They found a cozy spot for Tikki's new bed on the small alcove above Marinette's bed, nodding at each other in agreement that it was the perfect spot.
Marinette heard shuffling from above her and went still, looking at Tikki worriedly. They both stayed quiet, listening past the sounds of the heavy rain pounding against the roof.
The shuffling happened again and Marinette moved instantly, going up to her skylight. There is only one person ridiculous enough to be out during a storm like this, and even then, she didn't think he was THIS ridiculous. Glad to see he can still prove me wrong. She thought wryly.
She cracked the skylight and saw him sitting on all fours in the pouring rain. His eyes were closed, his face angled up towards the sky.
"Chat Noir it is nearly midnight, have you lost your mind!?" Marinette told him in exasperated concern.
He barely flinched, looking over at her slowly, "Maybe."
She glared at him before she realized what she was seeing. Something was wrong. She sighed heavily and held her hand out to him, "Come on you."
He hesitated, but then put his hand in hers, letting her pull him down into the room. "Stay put." She ordered with a stern glare. He nodded in silence, barely noticing her leave the room. His eyes were staring unfocused at the ground at his feet; his father's angry yells echoing in his mind.
His father never failed to tell him when he was disappointed in him, but this was the first time his father had ever actually raised his voice in anger at him. For something that he had no control over at that. His harsh words were like a knife through the heart, a fresh stab with every word thrown at him.
A puddle of water was starting to collect on her floor as it dripped from every part of him, his hair sopping wet and sticking to the back of his neck as more cold water trickled down his back. He barely felt it.
"I can't believe you Chat." Marinette's voice cut through his thoughts as she threw a fluffy pink towel over his head. She instantly started rubbing the towel through his hair, "Not only is it cold out, but it is raining to boot. You are completely soaked through." She carefully wiped the water from his face, shaking her head, "You are going to catch a chill, or worse catch a cold." She started wiping the water from his suit, "Are you listening to me kitty?"
He gave the slightest nod, and she huffed slightly, "Of all the ridiculous things you have ever done, this one just may top the cake." She knelt down and cleaned up the water that had collected at his feet, his voice coming out hoarsely, "Sorry."
She barely looked up at him, "It's just water, it's fine." His ears flicked as he heard a ding and Marinette popped up. Heading back out of the room, she told him without looking back, "Stay."
Again he didn't move, but she came back rather quickly, another towel in her hand. She placed the towel over his head, his body beginning to shake as the pleasant warmth seeped into him. "I knew that was going to happen." She muttered, rubbing the warm towel through his hair again as he mumbled it again sheepishly, "Sorry."
She wrapped the still warm towel over his shoulder, shaking her head, "You don't have to apologize."
He held the warm towel in place, feeling his teeth chattering. She stared at him for a minute before her eyes softened, her shoulder's slumping. The frustration in her voice is completely gone, and she asked gently, "What happened?"
He looked away from her in shame, "Nothing."
Her hand went straight to her hip, but she didn't say anything. When he stayed silent, she told him in that same gentle voice, almost like she was trying not to startle him, "Talk to me kitty."
"It's personal." He admitted shivering.
"Tell me anyways." She said concerned, "I know something must have happened. You were sitting out in the middle of a storm, in the middle of the night. Of all the places you could have gone, you came here."
"I, didn't really have anywhere else to go." He admitted quietly, avoiding her gaze. Her face fell, hearing the truth of his words and feeling them twist her heart. She wrapped her arms around him tightly without another word, her natural warmth already making him feel better.
"I'll always be here for you Kitty, whenever you need me." She pulled back just enough to look at him, "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't push you, but if you want to I'm here." She cupped the side of his face softly, "And next time, don't just sit out in the rain okay?"
He nodded, "Promise. I know it's late but, do you mind if I just, hang out here with you for a little while?"
She smiled, "All night if you need to."
He gave her a weak smile. This was why he had come here. He could always count on her to light up the dark.
His gaze traveled to her wall as she moved over to her desk, seeing dozens of clippings from magazines, all of him. Well, Adrien-him.
He tried to not so subtly change the subject, "You must really admire Gabriel Agreste's work." He moved closer to the wall, feeling a smile trying to come out before it fell. Marinette had told him herself that she admired his father's brand. That's all this was.
"Yeah." Marinette said simply, watching Chat Noir staring at the wall of Adrien posters. "I actually know him, Adrien Agreste I mean."
Chat turned to look at her, forcing a smile as his shaking finally started to subside, "Is he as fabulous in person as the magazines make him out to be? Or just a spoiled rich kid who can't do anything right?"
She glared at him, "Neither."
He was a bit taken back by her hard tone, asking truly curious, "Then how do you see him?" Maybe he could figure out why she acted so differently around him than around her other friends.
He saw a slight blush on her cheeks, "He is the sweetest guy you will ever meet. He's unbelievably kind, and incredibly smart." She started to smile, "He works so hard all the time, sometimes I can't believe all the things he does in one day. Piano lessons, learning Chinese, fencing! All of that on top of being an amazing model AND going to school. He makes straight A's!" She started smiling brighter, "He amazes me. He does all of that, and somehow, he stays standing."
She started to frown, "Everyone sees that famous part of him, and our friends see all that he does, but sometimes I feel like I'm the only one who see's how tired he really is. I know it can't be easy for him to be run ragged that way, but day in and day out, he does it with a smile. He has a big heart, and tries to see the best in people, even in the ones who don't deserve it."
He noticed her shoulder's slump and felt his throat tighten even more, feeling the sting in his eyes. He couldn't believe that THIS is how Marinette saw him. All this time, he thought she didn't like him, and she actually...SAW him.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound light, "He must mean a lot to you."
She nodded, looking over at her wall where the posters were, "I would do anything for him, anything. Even if he never returns my feelings."
Chat asked shakily, "You, love him, don't you?"
She looked back at him with a sad smile, "With every fiber of my being."
"Does he know?" He asked already knowing the answer, but Chat wouldn't. She shook her head sadly, "I've tried to tell him, for almost a year, but something always goes wrong." She fiddled with the end of her shirt, "Besides, he'll never notice someone like me. I can't even begin to measure up to him so I don't know why I ever thought he would see me as someone who could be more than a friend."
"How could you think that?" he asked instantly, seeing her eyes widen, "You are Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
She let out a short laugh, "You act like that means something."
"It means everything." He told her without missing a beat, "You are creative and talented, and are always helping people even if it means going out of your way to do it."
She smiled at him, "You're sweet Kitty, but I always knew it was a long shot. I'm lucky that he even considers me a friend, especially considering how totally inept I am around him. Constantly embarrassing myself, falling over my own feet, even getting tongue-tied to the point where I can't even tell him good morning."
So that explains it, he thought. "He can't be that intimidating can he?"
She shook her head, "He doesn't intimidate me in the way you are thinking. It's," she hesitated slightly, "the feelings he gives me. They overwhelm me, in the best way. Those feelings warm me up from the inside out, and put butterflies in my stomach. Seeing him happy, that's what makes me happy, and all I want to do is find a way to make sure that smile never leaves his face."
She smiled shyly, tears in her eyes, "That would be enough for me, just knowing that he is happy. Really, truly happy. To see his genuine smile light up his eyes everyday. I'd stay his friend forever even if it meant watching him find true happiness with someone else."
He didn't know when he had moved across the room towards her. He didn't remember feeling the tears falling from his eyes. He didn't even remember making the conscious choice to hold her tightly to his chest. But he had, they still were, and he was.
His arms tightened further, nuzzling his face into her shoulder, "He's the one who doesn't deserve someone like you princess. You are far, far too good for him."
She wrapped her arms around him, keeping her face buried in his chest without a word. He slowly loosened his grip on her, asking as he stared into her glossy eyes, "Princess, why don't you tell him all of this? Maybe, maybe this is the kind of thing someone like him needs to hear."
"I don't want to tell him." She admitted, his arms dropping from around her as she said it longingly, "I want to show him."
He frowned confused but she explained on her own, "I want to be able to walk up to him and hold his hand so that he knows he isn't alone. I want to hug him so that he knows what it feels like to be comforted when he is sad, or feel safe when he's scared. I want to be able to smile at him so that he see's how happy he makes me just by being himself. I want him to know, just by looking into my eyes, how much I really, truly love him."
He felt his heart swell ten times over. He had always had somewhat of a, refused-to-blatantly-say-it-out-loud-unless-he-was-denying-it, crush on Marinette.
But in a matter of mere minutes, she was proving just how much of those feelings he was actually pushing down.
"Of all the people in the world you could love this way, why him?" He asked, feeling breathless.
Her response came the second their eyes met, saying it like it should explain everything, "Because it's him."
There was a large crash of thunder as a bright strike of lightning illuminated her room, and that was the moment it happened. It was those three simple words from her that broke through his denial to the truth.
I'm in love with her. I'm in love with Marinette.
Thanks for reading! 
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freedom-shamrock · 4 years ago
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The stress-harping is the best part.
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I got another request for a MerMay Luka, and I got carried away X3 (He’s a sea-snake merman, because again my originality can only go so far ;P)
I think mermaid AUs often skip the hilarity of showing characters getting freaked out after being approached by mysterious creatures underwater! XP
So I used inspiration from my local jetty to half-make an AU where Luka is a polite snake-merman. His first attempt to approach Marinette kind of results in giving her a brief new phobia of the ocean X3
Later:
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Jessie: James. What are you doi-?
James: LET ME FINISH!
James: and ... Viola! Is this your card?
Jessie: We're in the middle of a confrontation with our arch-nemeses!
James: YOU NEVER SUPPORT MY PASSIONS!
Bonus:
Ash: Amazing! That was exactly my card! James is going to go places!
Misty: Pffft! Like... prison?
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itslivybear · 4 years ago
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Letting in the Stray
I’ve written a fic inspired by this lovely post by @pg-arttoons (I don’t know how to get the link for the original post, I’m sorry!)
Let me know what you think!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25322152
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