miraculous sins

chatzzz and mariiiiizz

history lessons

Marinette gets some tutoring from a dastardly handsome neighborhood cat.

this story's are long asf 😭😭

Marinette stood next to her chaise glaring at the offending book on her desk. It's pages taunted her with promise of failure in her upcoming tests. The spine was cracked and old from the school's lack of replacing it, it's outer cover falling and making holding the book more difficult. Marinette found herself furious at the mere prospect of that book.

History, who even needs history. Marinette bit her bottom lip, she knew she was wrong. History was very important to us, all of us. It's where she learned about the Miraculous and the powers it held. If history wasn't important then Francoise Dupont would not have them study it. Or so she hoped.

"Marinette, take a deep breath. History is not that bad!" Tikki said from beside the book. She came to Marinette's side and snuggled into her cheek.

"I know Tikki," Marinette took a deep breath. "I just can't take another moment of the French Revolution. Every Parisian knows about it, why must I study it and answer questions about Robespierre and his birthday?"

Tikki's tiny shoulders raised in a defeated manner. She didn't know either.

"I'm going to take a shower. Ya know, just get the weirdness out of me before I break that goddamn book."

The kwami glared at Marinette for her language but didn't say a word, simply kissing Marinette on the cheek and going through the trapdoor somewhere downstairs. She really didn't feel like washing her hair at the moment, so she took the dark locks and twisted them into a bun at the top of her head.

The water was the most welcoming part of the evening. Rather than chastise her for not knowing the date of Louis XVI's execution, it made her feel like silk all around. Being careful of her hair, Marinette let herself drown in the warm droplets cascading towards her. It always felt relaxing. Especially with the wave of new akumas, Marinette could feel her body whining at the injury. Water dripped from the tip of her nose down her body to touch her toes. She never wanted to get out, just stay in here for eternity. A purple bruise along her waist stung as the hot water singed her with a kiss. Oh it hurt, but it hurt so good.

Eventually, the excitement of a break and the shower faded. Leaving Marinette nude in a shower, staring as the water shot off her fingers like spider webs. How fascinating that was.

Marinette gulped in some of the air as she turned the shower off, ready to pump herself up for more studying. "Alright, so I know that none of Marie Antoinette's children survived for very long except one daughter, a son even being forced to testify his mother sexually assaulted him. Um, was that mini Louis? Louis the..."

Her brain felt just as warm as the water, melting into itself. She wrapped herself in a linen towel and thought over the names of her children.

"Salut purr- Oh Mari!" Chat Noir was sitting on her chaise and fingering a design on her mannequin nearby. At the sight of the towel clad lady, he averted his gaze and quickly stood to face the wall behind him.

"Chat! What - you - how - why - what are you doing here?!" Marinette clutched the towel to her frame tightly, now not worried about the cold air but a mysterious superhero staring at her.

"I'm sorry Marinette, I finished patrolling and wanted to say hello for the night. I didn't know you were showering, let me leave so you can change." Marinette looked at his blonde hair, in a mess atop his head. The strands catching near his eyes. He made a move to her bed so he could escape through the skylight.