Princess

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Marinette sighed and put her needle down. The body of dress itself was complete, it just needed layers of tulle and beading and embroidery and so, so much more. Looking behind her, she saw a cup of tea, clearly left there by Stella. She picked it up and took a grateful sip, before realising it was stone cold. She had left Alya alone for probably several hours. She could only hope Stella was entertaining her guest well.
Rubbing her eyes, she grabbed the cup and walked downstairs to make herself a new cup. As she entered the kitchen she smiled at the sight. Alya was still there with Stella, and they were both sound asleep on the table. She laughed quietly to herself and tipped her drink away before filling and boiling the kettle. She gently pried Stella away from their kit hint table and lugged the girl into her room, tucking her into bed as the kettle boiled. Leaving Alya for the moment, she quickly made her tea and wandered back to her room. It was a tip. Sighing, she sipped the scalding liquid and hurried back downstairs. Stella's room was incredibly similar in size and layout to her own, but instead of three manikins, she had a second sofa bed. Knowing her house mate wouldn't mind, Marinette hauled Alya onto one of Stella's sofas and threw a blanket over her. She smiled at the peaceful smile on Alya's sleeping face and pulled her glasses off, placing them on a nearby desk.
Closing the door softly behind her, Marinette slipped back into her room, ready to call it a night. She went to pick up her cup of tea, but it was no longer where she had left it. "Huh? I thought I left it here." She muttered to herself, turning to look around her room.
"Do you usually talk to yourself, princess?" A voice called out.
"Oh, go away, Chat!" She teased. "Or at least give me back my cup of tea."
He jumped down from her wardrobe with an empty cup, having the decency to look just a little ashamed. "No can do, I'm afraid."
She rolled her eyes. "What am I going to do with you?"
"Nothing too naughty, I hope." He teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Lord help me," she muttered quietly. "Chat, if you've nothing to say, why don't you go home? I'm tired."
"I don't want to go home. Besides, what if I do have something to say?"
"Then say it!" She cried in exasperation before catching herself and lowering her voice. "Look, I've been working all day, to the extent that I couldn't even make time for my friend and she's sleeping on a couch in my housemates bedroom. What do you want?"
His face fell. "Mari, I'm sorry. I didn't know you were so busy. Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I just-" she sighed. "I just need to sleep."
He smiled at her softly as she turned from him and entered her bathroom. He snuck downstairs and carefully, quietly, boiled the kettle. He made her a hot chocolate and placed a few biscuits on a plate for her, accompanied by a packet of sleeping tablets he found with her name on it. When he heard her leave her bathroom, he tiptoed back up and knocked quietly on her door.
"Come in?" She said drowsily and he opened the door. Beaming at her, he presented her with the plate and drink.
Marinette looked down at her tatty, threadbare pyjamas and blushed. "Thanks." She muttered, taking the food. She sat at her desk as she ate and drank and Chat stood behind her and massaged her shoulders. When he noticed she was nearly done, he began to run a brush through her long, brown hair. Once it was beautifully knot-free, he expertly French braided it, tightly tying it at the base of the plait. He bent over and kissed her neck gently.
Vaguely confused when she didn't slap him, he walked in front of her and realised she was asleep. He grabbed her toothbrush from the bathroom and carefully brushed her teeth, before pulling her into bed and covering her with her duvet.
"Bonne nuit, Mari." (Goodnight, Mari)
"N-night, Chat." She slurred through her sleep. "Je t'adore." She smiled, her words thick and perhaps a little (a lot) un-thought out. (I love you)
He laughed softly. "Je t'adore aussi, ma cherie." (I love you too, my dear)

{wow! 160 votes, 40 comments over 1k views! Thank you all so much! Before I update chapter nine (which has more French again because I keep thinking in French oops) (even during German exams which can be an issue) (why did I take two languages?), I'm hoping we can reach 200 votes and maybe 50 comments? Remember to comment suggestions or your opinions, I love hearing from you! Chapter nine is very much a filler chapter, but it's cute so I'm keeping it!
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