More than a Marichat tale

~~A night with Cat Noir, is something different?~~

💙10pm Wednesday night💙

Catnoir had been with Marinette for several hours. They were lying on Marinette's bed, cuddled up under her duvet, watching a movie on her laptop. Their arms were interlocked, both pressed up against each other in her single bed. Marinette didn't mind this closeness. It was comforting. And she didn't get it from anyone else. This was a new territory for her. She wondered how it felt for him. She thought about what it would feel for her if it was Adrien beside her like this. She wouldn't be able to concentrate on the movie. Is Catnoir able to concentrate? Does he love me as much as I love Adrien?

Catnoir senses that Marinette is on another planet.
'Oi,' he elbows her; 'are you paying attention?'
'Huh yes?' She looks at him. They're only a couple inches apart.
Has he always looked this handsome? Has his green eyes always been so piercing?

She mentally slapped herself. You love Adrien remember. Focus.

'Eyes on the TV, Ma'am.' He points to the laptop.
'Right, yes, Sir. Concentrating now, promise.'
'You better be'

A few minutes later, Marinette had already zoned out again. She was brought out of it when Catnoir jumped suddenly, grabbing her hand instinctively under the blanket.

'What what?' she looked at him, 'what happened?'
'You still weren't watching!?'
'Whoops I'm sorry! You caught me. I admit, I am a little distracted.'
'What are you thinking about?'
'You', the words escaped her before she could stop herself, 'I just mean that- well I don't really know — Have your eyes always been so green?' Her eyes widen, 'I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me or where that came from Ignore me.'

He is still holding my hand. But so what? Why do I suddenly have butterflies in my stomach? That doesn't make any sense. Maybe he's making me feel sick.

'I don't know if my eyes have always been this green, I'm afraid. But I'm flattered you've taken a notice of them.' He chuckled.
Marinette pressed her free hand over her eyes, 'don't mind me, just embarrassing myself as usual.'
'No no, don't be ridiculous. Come here', Catnoir let go of her hand and instead placed his arm around her shoulders, 'You can think about me if you'd like. No judgement here. I think about you a lot.'
'When do you have time to think of me? You're with me more than half the time.'
'True, but there are still times in between where I'm thinking of you.'

Marinette reached her hand up to play with Catnoir's fingers hanging over her left shoulder, 'And... and when you think of me, what do you think about?'

He thread his fingers through hers, 'I think about your pretty face. I think about things I want to tell you next time I see you. I think about-' he cut himself short.

'What?' She looked at his face, studying him.
Catnoir smirked and looked down, shaking his head, 'No, no. It's nothing. Forget it.'

'Come on, what do you think about? No judgements, remember?'

He looked at her, hesitating, then he leaned toward her and whispered in her ear, 'I think about the things I could do to you if you loved me, not Adrien.'

Marinette went very still, and she didn't question further. He turned his attention back to the movie, his arm still around her, her fingers intertwined with his.

She couldn't concentrate at all after that. Her heart was beating faster than comfortable. She kept thinking, is she catching feelings for the masked boy? Or is she just lonely.

After Catnoir had left, Marinette was going through a box she kept of precious things; diaries, photographs, letters she never sent.

She spotted an envelope with the name Adrien on the front. She opened it and took out several pieces of paper.

God that's a lot of words...

Dear Adrien:
I didn't Fall in love with you,
I Walked into love with you,
with my eyes wide open,
choosing to take
every step along the way.
I do believe in fate and destiny,
but I also believe
we are only fated
to do the things
that we'd choose anyway.
And i'd choose you,
in a hundred life times,
in a hundred worlds,
in any version of reality,
I'd always find you
and I'd choose you.

Marinette's heart suddenly felt heavy as she took a deep breath and proceeded, reading the next paragraph.

As you passed me your black umbrella, your emerald eyes looked into my bluebell ones. It was as if you were reaching into my soul, tying a string from my heart to yours.
As you pressed your lips into that smile, that became familiar, I melted. And walked into love with you. A deep love with you.

Marinette blinked and a tear rolled down her cheek. She went onto the third neatly written paragraph.

I know i'll never get the confidence to actually give this letter to you but I need to vent about you.
I will not fail to mention that you are the nicest person to everyone.
I remember that one time
that you offered to sit on the back row because Lila and I were arguing over sitting at the front desk. Honestly, the only reason we wanted to sit at the front was because we both wanted to sit by you. She has a massive crush on you.

Marinette chuckled and turned the page over.

I always get so jealous when you tell me about Kagami. One day, you sat me on a bench, and you said you needed advice about a girl that you liked.
'She has dark blue hair, deep and mysterious eyes'
'Do I know her?' I asked, shyly.
'Yes' you answered, 'It's.. Kagami'.
My heart sank to the floor.
I'd been crushed, you liked somebody else before I got to tell you about how I felt.
I plastered a fake smile on my face and told you to take her to the ice rink. You wanted me to come, so I brought my friend Luka. At first I didn't like Kagami, but she's not actually bad at all. We are quite good friends now.

She smiled,
remembering the time when her and Kagami used to hang out a lot. She had moved away 4 months ago to start her career as an artist.

The fourth paragraph.

When the class went on that class trip to New York, that was an interesting experience.
There was an akuma and Ladybug and CatNoir had come to fix it. There aren't supposed to be super villains in New York.
On the flight there, I was assigned to sit by you. I'm not going to lie, I was terrified. It was a long flight. After the awkward bit of you falling on top me, the rest of journey was alright actually.

Marinette blinked and another tear fell down her right cheek. She went onto the final paragraph.

You really bring out the best in me. Every time you call me a "friend" it hurts my heart but I'm so lucky to even be your friend. I don't want us to drift apart; you make me so happy. Maybe one day you'll consider me as more than just a friend to you.
Until then,
I'll be waiting..
Always and forever
~Marinette<3

She put the letter back in the envelope. So, that is how she used to feel about him.

1237 words — edited: 13/10/25