Miraculous One-Shots

Sweet treats

Marinette holds the rose that Chat Noir got her to her chest. The memory of him kissing her cheek in her head. How long was it that he completely devoted himself to her. It wasn't that Marinette was grateful that he toned down the flirting. It was just she missed his jokes and his laugh. She hasn't even realized it was disappearing until she had made a joke, one that he would've made.

A knock on her balcony startled her. Green eyes stared at her. She got up and moved out into the cold.

"Chat noir, what are you doing here."

He looks down on her, guilty.

"I don't know. I just needed to get out of the house and I didn't know where to go. Your lights were on so I thought you were awake. I could go if you wish."

Smiling gently, she said that he could come in. She made sure that she was quiet as she grabbed food for Chat. He didn't say anything but she heard his stomach growl.

There they sat, talking. He told her all about what being Chat Noir is like. He said that it was such a free feeling to just be able to fly and jump through the airs of Paris. Unbeknownst to him, she knew exactly what it was like.

She told him about her day and how she was utterly tired of school. She said that it was tiring to get up in the morning. As she talked, he listened. Chat(well rather Adrien) made a mentle note to help her more. He decided in his head that he had time in the mornings. He could maybe pick up her a coffee or maybe he could write her notes so she could sleep.

When Chat saw her struggle to hide  her yawn, he decided that he should leave. It was one in the morning and Marinette was tired.

Kissing her hand, he whispered his goodbye. She smiled at him, her blue eyes droopy and cute.

That night, Marinette dreamed of tiny kittens and sweet kisses.