Chat Noir Stole My Panties (MLB Fanfiction)

Chapter 1: Meeting Chat Noir

"Did you hear about the murders?"

Marinette had drawn out her voice, but it was certainly the last thing she wanted to hear first thing in the morning.
It wasn't abnormal that Marinette couldn't properly function without her normal everyday morning coffee.

She was tired, and that much was evident. Marinette had attained her coveted job since high school, but she had to admit that it held a lot more responsibility than she had initially anticipated.

She couldn't complain.

The money was decent, the hours were convenient and she was able to proudly show off her designs on the runway during fashion week. It was a huge accomplishment, and despite Marinette working under the Agreste name she was quite proud that she got her ideas out there.

But despite working for the Agreste fashion company for five years, Marinette had still held dreams of starting her own business. Twenty-four could be seen as too young to start one, but Marinette wanted to break that glass ceiling. Her ambitions were just incredibly too big.

"Is this a proper morning conversation?" Marinette replied, a light chuckle in her voice, as her blue eyes moved towards the coffee machine by the tills in the employee cafe.

"Perhaps it is a little impertinent." Chloe scoffed, moving alongside Marinette as they awaited their turn for the expresso line. "But I felt that it was imperative you'd be notified about a serial killer in Paris who seems to go after women with a specific look."

Marinette tucked some of her thick hair behind her ear, the young woman adjusted the structure of her pencil skirt. "Is that something I should be concerned about?" Marinette questioned, briefly glancing over at Chloe who scrolled through her phone with pursed lips.

"I'd have to say yes." Chloe replied promptly. "Besides the fact that it's too close to home, the murderer seems to go for young women in their early to mid twenties. All the victims had dark hair and light colored eyes..."

Marinette pressed her lips together, shifting in her heels as she couldn't help but to notice the slight twinge in her chest.
"Are you implying that I'm his type?" Marinette inquired, keeping her eyes trained on the coffee machine. Her mind briefly wandered over to what flavor cream she'd use, her stomach hurt at the thought of a serial killer following her all the way to the bus stop after her shifts at work.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." Chloe chuckled. "Those poor women who were completely butchered all looked like you." The blonde pointed out, running her index finger through her high ponytail. "What if the killer already has his sights set on you?"

"I'd say he's welcome to!" Marinette joked, inwardly cringing at her dark humor, but the conversation was growing a bit too serious for comfort. "At least then you'd have more slots open to put your designs on display."

Chloe scoffed, a small smile on her lips as she slowly crossed her arms. "Oh please, we both know I belong on that stage. I do better on it than behind it if you know what I mean..."

"I think I have an idea." Marinette scoffed, her heart fluttering within her chest at the opportunity to finally grab a cup off coffee and get to work on a few designs that were due by the end of the week.

"Don't you think it's weird how Paris has a man dressed in a Cat suit tracking down crimes and bringing criminals to justice? I mean, I know we shouldn't compare real life to horribly written comic books, but this person may be a bit delusional." Chloe deadpanned, scrolling through her phone.
The blonde paused her digit, her blue eyes narrowing on a news article displaying the silhouette of the Cat like hero deep into the night.