Mariclaw Oneshots

~Chapter One~

Climbing up the small case of stairs that lead up to her room Marinette tried her hardest to not make any loud noises as her mother was blissfully sound asleep. Carefully closing the ridiculously screechy trap door she now felt the frigid breeze which was coming through the terrace's window. Instead of shutting the said window close she reaches out to the slubby cardigan which was splayed across her chaise. She idly glances at the small digital clock that was in her peripheral vision only to discover that it was already past midnight , so much for a fresh new start. Absolutely vexed with herself yet ironically unruffled at the fact that she -once again- has managed to mess up a plan before it even had the chance of seeing the light of the day. She sits down on her chair and stares at the computer's screen where the ideal plan of the next week was written neatly across an excel sheet. Sighing out loud she exits the tab and puts on her playlist on a shuffle. Four by Sleeping At Last starts playing and she silently debates inside her mind whether she should turn it off or not . She just simply wasn't sure if she was in the mood for perfervidly bawling her eyes out. In the end she leaves it on and just grabs her sketch book. She opens the worn in hardback cover of it to expose the last product of her nebulous thoughts. It was a combination of abstract and hasty scribbles that somehow created a cohesive image. Flipping to a blank new page she started to let her hand do its own thing. She let her wrist flick and her fingers to grab onto the pencil in whichever way they wanted. It was as if they were dancing along to the dulcet tones of the song playing. As she was pleasantly lost in her own little world she hears a loud thud from upstairs. Knowing that Tikki barely wighted as much as a fingernail she instantly put down her pen and stood up, positively unnerved. She cusses herself for not closing the damn terrace window. Slowly , she picks up the small machete she used for her art projects. She hectically looks around for Tikki. Wondering whether it was safe to transform or not. But no ,she couldn't do it cause what if the intruder knew her. She would jeopardize her own identity and risk loosing the only good thing in her life ; her miraculous. Hardening the grip she had on the machete she starts to make her way towards the stairs which lead to the window. She timidly climbs them and once she was sitting on the edge of the bed she hears the staggered breath of someone from the terrace above. Still not letting go of the machete with her other arm she tries and reaches out to the handle of the window. She grabs the handle and before she had the chance of shutting the window a croaky voice cuts through the silence of the night.

''How welcoming of you to hold the window open for me.''

Wait... she knew this voice. She glances up and meets a pair of purple eyes that were already looking at hers.There he was standing on the terrace looking incredibly out of place; Claw Noir.Without having a chance to organize her thoughts she starts to babble out.

''Uh- What what exactly are you doing here ?''

''Was just passing by.'' he says in a blithely tone , still unaware of the fact that she was bearing a machete.

''Passing by ?'' she says in a loud tone not being able to help it due to the fact that her heart rate was yet to come back to its natural rhythm. ''In the middle of the night ?'' she adds , waving her hands around.

''Where you planning on hurting me with that measly thing ?'' he says in a haughty tone , realizing what she had in her hand.

She looks down at her machete and back at him still not fully grasping the situation she was in.

''What do you expect from people when you break and enter their apartment's in the middle of the night ?! Flowers ?'' she yells at him becoming angrier by the second.

''No, machetes are much more original.'' he says widening his smirk.

''You find this amusing?'' she asks him. ''Is harassing people one of your hobbies ? You insane douchebag.''