the criminal i love ✧marichat ✓

Princesse and her Chaton

Marinette's POV

There was another robbery last night, and I froze. Was it was Chat??  Then I told myself I need to calm down because I shouldn't care what that scoundrel does.

Just as I was thinking of him, I got a text.

CN: How is ma belle?

M: Fine. Why are you texting me?

CN: You could have thrown that stickynote in the trash but you texted so I just thought...

M: You thought wrong.

I shook my head and slammed my phone down on the table. I am a normal civilized person! I can't just be texting a crimminal who is 'in love' with me. I mean what guy like that believes in love at first sight? None. He wants my money....my home...A person like him could never love a person like me and I could love a person as terrible as him back!

I decided to take a mental health day after everything that happened--although I felt like staying at home...alone...was just asking for it. But maybe I wanted it...Whatever it was.

I went into the bathroom and splashed off my face with cold water so I could snap myself out of it. I curled up in the corner of the couch with some comfy pyjamas on opened up my sketch book. I looked through all of my designs and traced my hand over an area where a page had been ripped out. My eyebrows furrowed.

I groaned and turned the TV on. No work today. I needed to calm down.

I closed my curtains and enjoyed my favorite TV show.

Everything would be fine. I picked up my phone to call Alya, when I saw a missed text message from Chat. I decided not to read it and called Alya anyway.

"Hey girl, where are you?"

"Home. I am just taking a mental health day

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After we talked for a while I decided to check to text and make sure it wasn't anything suspicous.

What ever you say Princesse. If you get lonely today just send me a text

I groaned. Don't do it. Don't do it. Don't you dare send him a text. It will give him the wrong idea!

M: I am sort of lonely....

WHY DID I JUST DO THAT?! I banged my head off the kitchen counter top. "Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!"

When I finished scolding myself, I heard that tap tap tap on the balcony that made my heart flutter.

"Don't do that fluttery thing, k?" I spat at myself, hoping my heart would hear.

I slid open the door and the tall figure stepped inside of my apartment. "It seems you can't make up your mind ma belle."

"Stop calling me that."

He came close and tilted my chin up to his face so I was looking him right in the eyes, "I will stop calling you that, when you agree that you are beautiful ma princesse."

I pushed him away, but he just swept my off my feet and sat me down on the couch, next to him. "You are the one that said you are lonely, if you want me to go I will g-."

"NO!" I realized how I sounded, "I mean...well you are already here you might a well stay." I grunted.

I got up from the couch and hopped up onto the kitched counter so my legs dangled down off the side, "Want anything to drink?" I asked, trying to be polite.

"Sure." He said shrugging, clearly he only wanted to see me. I was all he cared about.

I huffed and got him a cup of lemonade.

His eyes sparkled once he took a sip, like a child on Christmas. "Is this homemade Mari?" He asked gulping down the rest.

I giggled. I have never seen the soft, silly side of him. I thought it was cute, "Oui!" I beamed, glad someone enjoyed my lemonade. Now that I lived alone, I was usually the only one tasting the things I made.

"Can I take you somehwere?" He asked swinging his feet over the tall side of the couch, showing off his agility.

"Wh-." I was about to ask where, when he swiftly grabbed me by the waist and jumped off the balcony. I screamed, thinking he was going to drop me and I'd fall to my death. I was several floors off the ground, since my apartment was near the top of the building.

To my relief, he didn't drop me. He hopped from roof to roof like it was nothing. I still let out a small yelp every jump, at which he just chuckled.

What are you DOING Marinette? He is a criminal! You can't be seen with him!

After that thought added to the heights, I involuntarily hid my face into his leathery shoulder and wrapped my arms around his neck.

After I felt his feet firmly planted on the ground, I looked around to see we were no longer jumping from roof to roof, but we stood atop the Eiffel Tower!

I was never very fond of heights, but this...It was a sight.

All the houses...buildings, the sinking sun...it was so beautiful. He set me down next to him, "You like the veiw ma belle?" **"your my best view...meh!"** cringe. do you get the reference? no? ok I'll stop.

"It's like nothing I've ever seen before...it's beautiful." I whispered in awe.

"This...this such bueaty is what I see when I look into your eyes princesse. Nothing like I've ever seen before."

I gazed at him. He was such a hopeless romantic, and I was the one he wanted. He says he sees the beauty of Paris in my eyes...maybe he isn't such a bad person after all.

"Merci, Chaton. No one has ever said anything like that to me before."

I know this is sorta a wierd way to end it, but.....I need to think up some spicy drama for what is going to happen next tehee!!! (Also if you haven't checked my announcments I am learning french because I think it's a pretty language, and also it's the OG MLB language so I MUST LEARN IT!!! *on duolingo lol*)

Ok bye