My Miraculous One-Shots

Fairy Lights and Flower Boxes

[in response to a request by pixigirl on Tumblr that says "Marichat!!!"]

Sorry this is so late! Anyway, I need sleep, so here's something quick 'cause I don't know if you mean a doodle or a fic!

P.S. the fic is after Chloé has apologized, become nicer, and actively tried to help take down Hawkmoth and Mayura, even as a civilian.

Edit: I kinda forgot about Kagami so just assume she fell asleep or smth idk. Also fixed my spelling :/

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"Girls night!" Alya had decreed as soon as she walked into class and saw Marinette's dead expression.

And that was why, at 8pm, Alya, Kagami, Chloé, Sabrina, and Juleka were in Marinette's room, engaging in a heated debate over who the better hero was: Chat Noir or Misterbug. The six girls had become quite close since Juleka and Sabrina figured out all of their identities, and accidentally told them all that they knew they were a hero in a group text instead of four individual ones. (It was 3am when they finally cracked it, okay? Everyone makes mistakes when they're tired!)

"Misterbug is clearly better!" Marinette said, slamming her hands on the table.

"You're only saying that because he doesn't make cat puns," Chloé remarked, met by murmurs of agreement from the other girls.

From Sabrina's shoulder, Trixx chimed in, "Hey, I like his puns! Chat Noir is definitely better!"

"No way! Not with that stinky, cheese-eating kwami of his!" Tikki said, wrinkling her nose as she munched on a cookie.

"Is it not pointless to debate such things? They are the same person under the mask, after all." Longg, in a flash, stole Tikki's cookie and returned to his perch on Alya's head. He winked at the bug kwami and ate it.

"Hey, Longg, be careful! You know I love you, but that does not mean that I want crumbs in my hair!" Alya said, already trying to get any crumbs out.

Mullo squeeked, hiding behind Chloé as Sass chased him. "Hey, leave him alone!" Pollen said, flying between the two kwamis.

"Aw, you're no fun," Sass said, slithering back to Juleka as Mullo stuck his tongue out at him from the safety of Chloé's sleeping bag.

There was a tap on the window, and Marinette walked over to open it, telling the kwamis to hide.

"Come on in, Kitty," she said as she opened the window. The cat squeezed inside the opening that should have been too small for him to fit through, seeing as Marinette had barely opened it, but through the physics of however the fuck cats work, he fit, seemingly with ease.

"Princess," he said, bowing and kissing her hand as she giggled. He turned, noticing the others, who were all regarding the interaction with suspicion. "Am I missing something, or did you just not invite me?" He pouted while giving her puppy eyes.

"It's a girls night, dummy," Marinette said as Alya threw a pillow in his face.

"Well then, can I join?"

"Hmmm..." Chloé trailed off, seemingly lost in thought. She looked around, and the others nodded, knowing her well enough by now to predict exactly what she was going to say. "Only if we can give you a makeover."

"Anything to spend time with my Princess." Marinette blushed deeply, which was not lost on the others. "By the way," he said, shaking flowers out of his hair, "what's with the flower box?"

"I needed a little garden of inspiration, okay?" she said as the others hid their laughter.

2 hours later, Chat Noir, the hero of Paris, had on bright red lipstick, some black eyeliner, and some black eyeshadow, blended into green at the edges. (The girls had somehow managed to cover his mask in concealer. Don't ask how.) He had a tiara on his head, and Marinette had shoved a frilly, sparkly pink dress at him to put on over his suit. He had just finished putting on knee-length, silver, extremely high-heeled boots on over the normal boots his suit came with when he heard a crash.

"What's going on? Is everything okay?" he said, trying to turn around but tripping on Alya's sleeping bag as his heels got twisted in it. "Ow."

"I'm okay," Marinette called from her position by the window, tangled up in fairy lights. Sabrina and Juleka giggled, took a picture or two (or three...or ten...) and then went and helped her up, untangling her from the lights. The girls strung them up by the window.

"Hey, can I get a picture for the Ladyblog?"

"But of course! I couldn't deprive all of Paris from seeing me look this fabulous." Chat Noir posed over dramatically while Alya took some photos. (The rest of the girls may or may not have photobombed one of them, resulting in a subsequent photo of Chat Noir laughing maniacally as the girls fell on top of each other in a large pile on top of Sabrina's sleeping bag.)

"Hmm, maybe one with some fairy lights in the background would look nice," Longg mused, having snuck up into Alya's hair, hidden from Chat Noir's eyes.

"That's a great idea! Hey, Juleka, Chloé — could you hold up some fairy lights for me, please?"

"Hey, watch the claws!" Chat whined after Chloé tripped on Juleka's foot, tangling up the fairy lights in his claws.

"Oh, here, let me help you," Marinette said as she sauntered over. "Little Kitty got caught in a mousetrap?"

"Only one set by the best, Princess," he winked, nodding at where the mouse miraculous had previously hung on her neck while they had fought Kwamibuster.

She blushed lightly as she set to work untangling him, only to be stopped by the lights twisting under someone else's control, wrapping her and Chat closer together until they were nose-to-nose.

"Hey!"

"Oops," Sabrina said, fist-bumping Chloé. "How utterly careless of me!"

Marinette tried to back away, but Sabrina tightened the lights even more. She could feel his breath on her face, and his lips brushed hers as he spoke. She turned bright red.

"Well, this seems like...quite the situation we've found ourselves in, huh, Princess?"

"Oh, shut up and kiss me, you silly cat."

"Whatever you say, Princess." He closed the gap between them.

The kiss was passionate, and when they pulled away, they were both bright red, and Marinette had gotten some of his concealer on her face and some of his lipstick on her lips. As they gasped for breath, Alya said, "Yes! I got it all on camera!"

"Alya!"

"What, Marinette? Is something wrong?" The journalist had an innocent expression on her face, before the two tangled-up teens started laughing, turning back to face each other.

"So..." His voice trailed off, and he gulped, looking away. "Would you want to, uh...go on a date tomorrow night?"

Her eyes lit up at th prospect. "Of course! I'd love to!"

"I'll pick you up on your balcony at 6?"

"Sure."

"Dress casually, okay? And maybe something to hide your identity, like a baggy hoodie."

She rolled her eyes. "I know, Kitty. I am your Mouse-inette, after all, no?"

"Yeah." He looked her in the eyes. "Yeah, you are."

He pulled her into another kiss, and after they pulled away this time, Chloé said, "Is this how you two lovebirds are going to act all the time? I'm starting to regret this."

Everyone laughed.

"What? I was being serious!"

The two rolled their eyes, and were about to kiss again before they were quickly untangled and pulled apart by the girls.

"So..." Alya butt in. "Truth or dare?"