Miraculous Prompts

The Pickle Princess

A/N: When I used "Marinette and Chat Noir: Pickles" as a prompt example, I didn't expect TWO people to actually ask for it! But I'm glad ya'll did. This was one of the most fun things I've written! That being said, I apologize for this prompt. I just started writing and I ended up with this randomness. Lot's of "Dupain-Chengs adopting Chat Noir" fluff though...

Chapter Four: The Pickle Princess

Prompt: Marinette and Chat Noir: Pickles

Rating: K+

Suggested by: Mikalzilla and Xylia Neo

Suddenly, Marinette's bedroom door swung open with a bang. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, what on earth are you doing? You're supposed to be at scho-" Her mother froze when she saw Chat.

Chat blinked, the panic on his face evident. "Umm... Hi?"

Mrs. Cheng looked back and forth between the two teenagers, who looked like they had been caught stealing from the cookie jar. Chat's green eyes darted back and forth nervously. He took a step forward.

"Mrs. Cheng, I'd like to apologize. I was the one who distracted your daughter and kept her from going to school. You see, she was being bullied and was rather upset, so I was trying to cheer her up so she wouldn't get akumatized since it's my job as a superhe-"

"Super hero?" Sabine cut him off. "You know, had you wanted to prevent our daughter from becoming an akuma victim by cheering her up, you could have just walked through the front door."

She watched, smirking in her head, as Chat spluttered. "I-um-it was... faster?" She held up her hand for him to stop.

"Well first off, thank you for taking the wellbeing of Parisians so seriously, and secondly, I already know all about you two."

"What? Us two? What does that mean?" Marinette squeaked nervously.

"The midnight meetings that seem to become more and more frequent," Sabine explained, laughing a bit at their shocked faces. "You two aren't exactly quiet..."

"I..." Chat didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry... I-"

"We," Marinette corrected, cutting him off firmly. "We should have told you. Or if anything, I should had told you. It wasn't appropriate for me to have someone in my room at midnight, especially a boy, without telling you. Even if he's just a lonely little kitty who needed a friend." Chat blushed at the description.

Sabine contemplated her daughter's apology. She had been waiting for the right moment to confront her daughter about her 'midnight visitor', but the situation had already set itself up.

Half of Sabine wanted to be angry at both Marinette and Chat Noir. She was angry at Marinette for lying to her, for letting a strange boy (one who wore tight leather and a mask) into her bedroom at ridiculous hours. She was angry at Chat Noir for invading her daughter's privacy and interrupting her sleep, all while knowing the girl didn't have her parent's permission.

So that's why she kind of wanted to lock all of the doors and windows, give Marinette pepper spray, and keep an eye on her at all hours.

But the other half of Sabine was troubled. She knew Chat Noir. Well, she didn't really know him, but she'd been silently observing bits and pieces of his interactions with her daughter. Contrary to what the rest of Paris might believe, he was not really the suave, flirty, bold, and confident boy that fought evil with Ladybug.