Miraculous Ladybug One-Shots

Drabble Dump (1)

Hey, loves! Welcome to my first Drabble Dump, Wattpad Edition! Thank you for your millions of comments (hahahah) because I love when the readers challenge me to write things!

There are 5 drabbles in here ranging in size, and I will try to making the line separating them clear! (Next dump coming whenever??)

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#1: Prompt 1, Marichat - "If you're not nice, I won't let you in my blanket fort."

"Chat."

Chat ignores Marinette, grabbing another pillow from the pile he had knocked off of her bed and fluffing it. 

"Chat, I get that you're mad at me, but is this really necessary?"

No response.

Marinette relinquishes a sigh, taking a seat on the stairs leading up to her loft bed, which is now bare save for the mattress. She watches her crime-fighting partner continue to layer up on pillows before he takes a gigantic blanket and throws it over her desk chair. He then stretches it so it reaches her chaise, and he clips it in place using a few stolen bobby pins. He takes the third corner and pins it to the bottom of her loft stairs, leaving the blanket entrance just touching her toes.

Chat then proceeds to ignore her and duck into the surprisingly spacious blanket fort he's just manufactured.

"Chat—"

"If you're not nice, I won't let you in my blanket fort."

Marinette's face screws up. "I'm not being mean—"

"Friends don't keep secrets, Marinette," he cuts her off coldly, his form shifting under the inordinately large blanket.

Marinette winces at the use of her full name, not used to hearing it from Chat because of his array of silly nicknames for her. 

"I'm sorry, Chat, but secret superhero identities are not things that are supposed to be shared; hence the secret part," Marinette states incredulously. "Are you seriously mad at me for not telling you that I'm Ladybug?"

Chat grumbles incoherently from somewhere in his fort.

"What?"

"Yes, I'm mad!" Chat snaps. "You—you shut me down as Ladybug constantly, so then I finally find a way to get over her by falling for you, only to find out that you are Ladybug!"

Marinette cringes, her heart giving a painful little lurch. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear and looking away from the mass of blanket. "I didn't know you liked Marinette in that way..."

"The nightly visits weren't obvious enough?" Chat asks, much softer than previously. "I wanted to see you constantly, Marinette. I wanted to touch you, and hug you, and talk to you, and just be with you because you were real. You are real. Ladybug was never real until... well, until now. And now that I know that you're her... I just feel so stupid because I fell for you twice! How does that even happen? And now I just don't know what to do with myself because no one compares to you..."

Marinette's chest swells with a heavy pressure, and she holds her breath in hopes of keeping the guilty tears at bay. Could she even see Chat Noir that way? Does she? She loves her partner to death, but to what degree...?

When she finally can't help but let out a shaky breath, a tear slides down her face. She breathes as quietly as possible, hoping beyond all hope that Chat doesn't hear the way her breath quivers horribly as she exhales and inhales; she doesn't want him to come running to her with apologies spilling out of every pore of his body.