Captured in Time - MLB Félinette Fanfiction [DISCONTINUED]

Hot, Blonde, Pretty Regular

ABC dude soon after convinced Marinette that he did in fact, say nothing and that he was just asking whether he could still pick up the broken pots. She said yes. He said yes ! Note: he sounded incredibly happy and it made Marinette incredibly happy and they were both just happy until they settled that Marinette will be dropping off the parcel in the night so he could get the parcel the next morning.

Now, in the two years of their customer/seller relationship, she has never really had the pleasure of meeting ABC Dude. Not yet . He seemed adamant about not being seen, and she, just happy with the income, was more than happy to oblige.

But after tonight, she was beginning to feel more inclined towards wanting to meet the man rather than staying complacent with their veiled relationship. After a good hour spent researching kintsugi , she found that it was a Japanese art slash way of life where broken pots are put together by money. Technically, it was fixed with lacquer, but the lacquer is dusted by either silver or gold and well, anything silver or gold is money, and now Marinette was convinced that ABC dude is probably a rich old man with the voice of a rich young man and she might be being deceived.

Which was why she wanted to meet him even more. What if he was her stalker? Or maybe he hired someone to stalk her, because they wanted to get her potteries all for himself? Not that anyone knew Marinette made pottery. She kept that on the down-low and if she was being honest, she was sure she was doing a good job concealing that fact.

Until now, anyway.

Bells tolled in Marinette's head as she walked her way home from the post office – no one was supposed to know the pitiful, there-is-art-in-everything potter that Marinette was reduced to, because she was supposed to be the fashion designer who'll make it big because Style Queen recognized her, surely she'll replace the fallen Agreste brand? Wrong!

The blunette began to fall into another wacko-worrying slash self-pitying mode, barely recognizing Athanase the cat as it began to meow loudly, pointing to l'Histoire in particular.

"What is this time, kitty?" She asked, kneeling next to the cat that pawed at the cafe's walls, reaching up for the window.

She hasn't been to her job ever since she found out about the stalker, hell, she hasn't been outside since she found out about the stalker. Maybe that's why Athanase the cat was pointing at random things. Maybe it missed the outside world. Or maybe-

"Athanase???"

Or maybe Athanase the cat found its owner.

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Marinette silently sat on the wooden chairs of l'Histoire , shifting uselessly because she could feel coarse wood chafing her skin. She was also watching her regular (the blonde, hot, pretty one) smother the midnight cat with kissy noises, and kissy faces, and wow, that cat is really lucky to be kissed by such a pretty face.

And oh, what a pretty face did the blonde, hot, and pretty regular have. Fawn-skinned, sharp-nosed, sharp-jawed, actually, everything about the man was sharp. And kind of familiar. Maybe there was something she's missing, but she doesn't quite know what. Was it the messy mop of blonde hair he had? Definitely, but hopefully not.

The man suddenly looked up to Marinette, grey eyes meeting blue, and she immediately looked away.

"Thank you for having found my kitten, really. I thought he had already perished," the man said, and there was something about his cool voice that made it familiar. What, Marinette couldn't quite tell.

She laughed nervously. "Yeah, uhm. Haha. I've actually had him for three days now. I just didn't know how to begin looking for its-"

"His."

"-his owner. Sorry." She corrected herself, not realizing until she finished her sentence. She blushed. Well, at least she knew the man paid attention well.

"It's alright." The corner of his lips curled up, and he exhaled a chuckle (?) through his nose as he cradled the cat in his arms. "I'm still indebted to you for keeping Athanase healthy. I know he can be quite picky when it comes to feeding, so you must have had to spend on some expensive cat food."

"Oh, it's no big deal, really."

"Of course it is. Do you not work full time here?" He asked, and she nodded. "Then surely he's taken up about an eighth of your monthly salary."

Marinette was beginning to like him less. She laughed the slight irritation off and shook her head. "I do have an allowance, and I appreciated the company while it lasted, actually. So I really don't-"

"But I do. Please, I insist. Perhaps I can come over your place to pick up the feed you've bought so it doesn't have to go to waste," he said, and oh god, when will this man stop interrupting her? A pretty face was hot, an interrupting mouth, not so much.

"I don't think I feel comfortable with you coming to my house," she admitted and it seemed to shut hot, blonde, pretty regular up. She wondered if that was the first time he was rejected.

Silence fell upon them, and Marinette began to feel bad about shutting him down so easily. The man seemed sincere but she couldn't risk it. If she knew any better, he could may as well have been her stalker. Actually, all her regulars were suspects, but she doesn't really have any proof because she's never once seen them with cameras. She opened her mouth to speak but-

"That's alright." She was interrupted before she could even talk. Why was he getting on her nerves so easily? "But I really won't be able to rest well until I'm able to pay you back for what I owe. It can be anything you want, I don't mind."

Marinette was about to speak again, but his voice sounded before hers could, "I know! Perhaps you're being put on the spot." She was. Put on the spot and annoyed. "Here, give me a second."

He began fishing something out of his trouser's back pocket, and oh wow, he was... packed. The light blue dress shirt he wore stretched over his pecs, his biceps and abs and it was definitely getting hotter in the room. Marinette tore her gaze away from the man and looked to the floor instead. Holy hell, he wore Prada shoes, too.

Her mind began to wander back to ABC dude and wondered if he spent and flaunted his money like hot, blonde, and pretty regular was like now, but before she could go farther that line of thought, his phone was in her line of sight.

Marinette quizzically looked up to the man. "Give me your phone and I'll put in my phone number. You can also put yours in mine," he said.

She blinked and looked up to him, and after saying 'Excuse me?' two more times did she only realize what was about to happen.

She was going to get a hot, blonde, and pretty guy's number, her regular nonetheless, and yeah, he was kind of irritating but she was not going to pass up this opportunity. It's all for a debt he owed her which made it all the better. Rich guy indebted to her??? Oh, the favor she could call in! Or maybe she was just getting way too ahead of herself.

Everything from the moment where she put her number into his iPhone 13 Pro Max (?) was a blur, and the next thing she knew, she was frolicking, skipping, whistling and humming her way back home.

With a dreamy sigh, Marinette closed the door behind her the second she got to her apartment, holding her phone to her chest.

A hot, blonde, and pretty guy's number was a contact on her phone. Oh, the beautiful relationship the two of them could nurture, the strangers to lovers trope they could live out! Oh, the joys! But first things first, she had to know the hot, blonde, and pretty guy's name (she totally did not forget to ask because of her initial irritation and then her following daze).

Turning on her phone, his contact was the first thing she saw. And yes, Marinette definitely was getting ahead of herself.

Why?

His contact name read: A. Agreste.