Crappy stories of the short variety (Miraculous Ladybug)

Buns ( 0/10 sin rating )

It was a dark and stormy night. Ladybug and Chat Noir had just defeated an Akuma and were heading back to their homes. Marinette lands onto her bed, detransforming in a flash of pink light. Tikki flies into Marinette's palm and grins at her.

"You did a great job today, Marinette!" The kwami chirps and Marinette smiles, petting the red creature and giving it a cookie.

It was amazing how Tikki could eat cookies twice her size at an alarming rate. It got Marinette thinking, where did the cookies Tikki ate go? Tikki did not seem to grow fat despite the numerous chocolate chip cookies she consumed in one day.

A rap on her window startles her. She turns around just as lightning struck and only a pair of green eyes were visible. She screamed in fright. Was it an Akuma?

She could roughly see a silhouette of a pair of not human ears and a tail flicking around. Was it Animan again? But Animan did not have green eyes as far as she could remember.

"Purrincess! It's me!" The familiar voice shouts from outside the window, his teeth chattering in the cold.

"A-Adrien? You that is? That you is? Ugh I can't. Okay, one more time. Is that you?" Marinette tries to speak, a blush creeping up her neck as she wondered what Adrien was doing dressed as a cat on her balcony in the rain.

There was silence for a bit before the tongue-tied kitty managed to find his voice.

"N-no, Purrincess. It's Chat Noir!" He willed himself to speak, his voice unsure.

Marinette froze for a bit, realizing she thought that Chat Noir was Adrien. She threw open the doors and Chat Noir stumbles in, soaking wet from the rain.

"Hold on, I'll get some towels," Marinette tells Chat, closing the doors and walking over to the bathroom.

Chat took the chance to study Marinette's room in detail. The first thing he noticed was the row of mannequins lined up against the wall and her fashion designs. He picked up a drawing, his gloved hand tracing out the intricate detail on it.

Marinette walks into the room and passes Chat a fluffy white towel after seating him on her chair.

"This smells like buns!" Chat yells, his voice muffled by the towel. Marinette rolled her eyes. Everything in her home smelt like buns. It was one of the perks of living above a bakery.

"But, check out thes- OUCH!" Chat yelps, after Marinette whoops his butt. 

"Don't mess with me, kitty."