Dating The Villian

Making a Villian cake

Marinettes P.O.V

I opened the door of the bakery quietly inviting in chat blanc. The freezing cold air left us and we were dripping rain water all over the bakery floor. I could see the hesitance in every step he took waking into the bakery. His eyes were darting all around making sure of any threats as I gently closed the door behind us. Turning back around after locking the door, I noticed he directed his eyes and attention from danger to food. He was suddenly leaning over the counters gazing longingly at all of the cakes. Cute- wait no. This is a villian. Not cute. Totally not cute! "You hungry?" I asked quietly tilting my head. He looked back at me nodding happily. With his urgency for food I realized he really was just a feral cat. Hungry, cold, in need of a home.

But I shouldn't bring myself to think of a villian like that.

I took a second to think about the food we had. I smiled walking past him into the kitchen. " So, what food do you like? Human food or kitty chow?" I joked heading twords the kitchen doors. If he actually liked kitty chow I'd be screwed. I wasn't actually expecting an answer when I got one.

"I like sweets.." the voice was so soft I was unsure it was even there. I quickly turned around stopping in my tracks to see if it was really him that said that. He just looked at me expectingly. But I couldn't stop starring. I really wasn't expecting a reply, much less that his reply would make me feel so.. His voice was so soft and precious..

I shook my head snapping myself our of my thoughts. "Well lucky for you we own a bakery." I replied quickly looking away while laughing nervously opening the doors of the kitchen. He followed me closely sticking to my side. As we entered the taunting smell of the bakery had left us replaced by the new smell of the living rooms fireplace. "I'll turn the oven on and go get some towels for you okay?" I said walking twords the oven. I jumped as a gloved hand grabbed my wrist tightly, his hands still shaking from the cold. "Don't. Leave." He muttered out sternly as I slowly turned to face him. He looked like he was trying to be menacing, but I knew under that he was just scared. I thought for a second on how to resolve this, lucky I was quick witted and my decision making skills were on point as per usual. "Okay, um.. Chat you can come with me if you want. Deal?" I asked smiling back at him. His ocean blue eyes were burning into mine as his grip slowly loosened and he let me go. He nooded looking away as if to say he was trusting me. How sweet.

I turned and flipped the oven on to 350°F and headed to the stairway with chat following close behind. His footsteps were silent but I could feel his presence. My house was 4 floors and the towels were most likely in one of the closets in the laundry room. Climbing up the first two floors I walked twords the end of the hallway and entered the laundry room. I flinched at the creaking door hoping my parents above me wouldn't hear. Then again if they didn't hear me running down the stairs and slamming the bakery's door I doubt they would hear me opening a creaky door.

I flipped on the lights and walked inside the spacious room glancing back to see if chat blanc was following me. I stopped in my tracks to see he wasn't. He stood at the doorway watching me from there, I guess he was too scared to come in. I smiled softly at him motioning for him to stay right there and went to go get towels. I could feel him starring. His eyes never left me, watching my every move. Poor thing was probably anxious. I glanced back at him again moving to the closet and opening the door. He just started at me quietly with a curious look on his face, he really is a cat. I smiled holding back my small amount of laughter and dug out two towels from the closet. I quietly shut the door and walked out twords chat blanc. Flipping off the lights I motioned him to follow me back to the kitchen.

Once we arrived he went and knelt by the oven. "Cold.." he mumbled curling himself into a ball. To think he was outside in the rain all this time, I wonder if he even had a home to go to. He must've at least caught a cold. He was pale and shivering. I smiled sadly and walked over gently placing a towel on his head. "Can I dry your hair?" I asked as kind as possible as to not scare him. He glanced up at me and nodded with an apprehensive look on his face. His body was tensed up and he had a anxious aura He was trying to mask. I guess he must've been curious as to why i was helping him. Super villians don't typically receive this treatment. But something about him was diffrent, how could he ever hurt anyone? What has he done to make him a villian. I wonder..

I gently rubbed the towel on his hair ruffling his milky white locks a bit. "There.. all better!" I said smiling at him as he was completely dry. He reached up to feel his hair and in that moment I noticed he was no longer shaking. I guess he's not too cold now. That's good.

I stood up stretching and tossing the wet towel in the dirty apron basket and walked over to the kitchen table tossing the other towel on a nearby stool. I guess I thought he would be more damp than he was, I ended up having an extra towel.

I was adding the flour and brown sugar into a mixing bowl since using the automatic would be too loud when the spare towel was draped over my head. I froze for a moment confused before I felt hands on my head through the towel gently drying my hair. I suddenly felt my face heat up and I was at a loss for words. "You didnt have to chat." I said smiling looking back and thanking him taking the wet towel and also tossing it in the basket. He looked at me straight in the eyes and.. smiled.

I realized I'd never seen him smile until now. It was stunning. Was he smiling at me? I felt nervous so I smiled back. My heart was beating faster than usual and my thoughts were a bit loud. How'd he get so close to me, I couldn't hear his footsteps. He's looking at me so fondly, wasn't he just scared a second ago. "D-d-do you like cookies?" I blurted out randomly turning and facing the table and grabbing the eggs from the fridge nearby the counter into the sugar and flour. I was sure if I faced him anymore id die of a heart attack. There's no way a villian could be as mesmerizing as him, or as kind.

Oh no.

Snap out of it Mari! You're just going to make him a snack and let him leave when the rain lets up. He's not your friend, he's paris's number one enemy at the moment for peet's sake!

I sighed at my inner thoughts knowing they were true. I couldn't let this be anything more than a one time thing. With that final decision made in the split second my thoughts of admiration came flooding in; I got back to work.

He walked to the side of me leaning over me to see what I was doing. In my sideview vision I could see he had nodded. His bell bounced quietly with his head. How adorable. "Do you wanna help me Chaton?" I asked handing him a wooden spoon trying not to act like the embarrassing teenage girl I always was. He nodded slowly but starred at the spoon as if it were some sort of forgine object.

Has he never baked cookies before?

I smiled grabbing his hand gently and giving him the spoon before leading his hand to gently stir the ingredients. It was a few spins before he got the hang of it. "Good job kitty blanc; I'm gonna go get the other ingredients from the pantry you wait right here." I said letting go of his hand.

In that moment the spoon dropped into the bowl and chats cold gloved hand was grabbing mine. He looked at me expectantly and I was confused to say the least. "Do you.. still need help?" I asked tilting my head. He gently shook his head no while maintaining his gaze on me. "Then.. do you wanna get the ingredients while I stir?" I asked trying to figure him our. Yet again he shook his head.

Did he... Did he just wanna hold hands!?!?