“Marshmallows” One-Shot

Yo my sweet-toothed miraculers!

Welcome to my very first every MariChat one-shot! Those of you who have read my mini MariChat series, “The Balcony”, which can be found here if any of you are interested, know that that is the only amount of MariChat fan-fics that I’ve got so far since I’ve been on an Adrienette spree recently. :sweat_smile:

Anyhoo, this is to celebrate reaching 300 days spend on this Miraculous Amino and to celebrate the wonderful winter holidays! Yes, I know I’m late since it was like weeks ago, but better late than never, right? :joy:

Enjoy! Oh, and be sure to have a nice cup of hot chocolate with “marshmallows” inside beside you when reading this, see what I did there? :joy:

Edit: FEATURED?! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?! OMG! TYSM! :sparkling_heart: :sparkling_heart: :sparkling_heart: :sparkling_heart: :sparkling_heart:

***

Adrien Agreste was baffled.

Why? Because his dear, blue-headed friend wasn’t in class.

Usually, it would a daily, normal occurrence for the fashion designer to be late to school. Her alarm clock on her cell phone never was the most reliable. But today, she didn’t show her face at all.

The sandy-haired boy couldn’t find the heart to concentrate on the day’s lesson. Adrien’s head lolled onto the palm of her hand; preventing him from dozing through the speeches of drawn-out diagrams of scientific life cycles and schoolwork.

His ears tuned out the science teacher’s incessant, nonsense blabber. All he could do was daydream about cerulean blue eyes, glassy porcelain skin, and midnight black curls.

Every spare second Adrien had, he would glance over toward each classroom door and wait for the bluenette’s head to pop in; klutziness and all.

Secretly, he was always humored everyday. Watching her topple over onto the floor like a tornado on steroids while scrambling her brain to find a convincing excuse to explain why she was tardy to either Mademoiselle Bustier or Mademoiselle Mendeleev before being sent to her seat.

The thing was, she always was so positively optimistic no matter what happened to her and her determination to persevere through it all was what was unbelievable.

Not to mention, her smile. Her perfectly pearl white, toothy grin. A smile made from golden sunbeams. A smile ready to make you laugh. A smile ready to bring you joyful exuberance wherever you go. How he missed her smile.

“Yo! Earth to Adrien!” A laidback, hasty voice snapping him out of his fantasies.

“Hm?” Adrien’s leaf green irises widens at the voice; facing his best friend, Adrien straightens his back. “Nino?”

“Dude, you’ve been spacing out all day. What’s up?” Nino whispered as to not catch the attention of the teacher.

Adrien lowers his electric green orbs. “Nothing,” He tried to convince himself; glancing behind him at the empty seat beside the ombré-haired journalist, Alya. “Just...missing someone.”

Nino purses his lips in understanding; the whole class including him knows that the school day never did seem whole without Marinette.

Turning around, the amber-eyed boy sees his classmates’s somber expressions; depleted of happiness. All completely bored to the skull about the repetitive teachings. Including Marinette’s best friend, Alya, who kept staring blankly at the vacant stool adjacent to her.

She was a ray of sunshine in everyone’s rainy day. The missing piece in their puzzle. The nucleus of the human cell. And so forth.

Suddenly, a lightbulb idea flickers on in Nino’s imaginative mind. A sly smirk etched across his face. He and Alya always did ship the blond and bluenette together after he got over her, and this was the most effective time and way to get that cruise sailing.

The golden brown-eyed DJ pats the Agreste model on the back as ; cleverly hiding the growing small smile on his lips. “Why don’t you visit her after school then?”

“What?!” Adrien practically shouts as his body instinctively shot out of his chair; bewildered that the brunet would even suggest such a thing.

Mademoiselle Mendeleev pushes her sterling, oval-shaped glasses up her nose; the sunlight’s rays glazing over it.

“Is there something you would like to point out in front of the class, Monsieur Agreste?” The plum-haired teacher inquires sternly; suspicious of the fashion designer’s son.

“No, ma’am.” Adrien replies cordially as he sat back down slowly; humiliated at his surprising outburst.

As the cold-eyed science teacher went back to writing in scratchy chalk, the notes on the next human body exam, Adrien whirled his head back to his friend; still astounded at the notion of visiting the raven-haired girl.

“Are you actually serious about me seeing what’s up with Mari? She might just be sick y’know.” Adrien mutters.

“Which is the perfect excuse to go see her! After all, if you haven’t noticed already, the whole classroom reeks of depression without her,” Nino feigns shuddering in disgust. “Beside dude, I think that the only thing that could make Mari happy today is seeing you if she really is sick.”

“How would you know that?” Adrien asked; confused since during the few times the sky-eyed girl was around him, she was a stammering disaster and the cluelessly dense boy had no idea why.

“Call it a man’s hunch, dude.” The pop-out colored dressed boy places a fist over his heart; grinning like a proud eagle.

Adrien laughs softly like jingling bells. “Since when did you become such a wise man?”

Nino banters along with his sunshine-haired friend; shrugging at the compliment. “Bro, I was born this way so it’s a given.”

And the bromance continued with their quiet snickers at their smart wordplays until the violet-haired teacher realized the duo’s antics.

“Monsieur Agreste! Monsieur Lahiffe! Speak to me after class!” She snaps, leaving no room for further discussion.

Icy shivers trickles the French boys’ spine at her harsh tone. “Yes, ma’am...”

***

The pure white snow litters Adrien’s hirsute, golden locks like snowy festoons in an effulgent light. The frosty air nips his ruby red tinted cheeks. His snow boots sinks into the smooth, dove white blankets of glittery snow making boisterous crunches every time he took a step.

He breathes a sigh of relief; blowing the surrounding snowflakes around his face into a tizzy of spirals. After a snarky reprimand from Mademoiselle Mendeleev about school etiquette, he and Nino got off lucky with no lunch or after school detention going on their permanent records.

He would never forget the horrors of the grape-colored teacher’s reminder to “never” speak in class again. At least, not distractedly. Gladly, the two boys wouldn’t disobey her warnings again; well just for a little while.

Shoving his educator’s words to the back of his mind, Adrien marvels at the heavenly display of winter before him.

Warmly dressed snowmen with their stick arms in the air; waving hello. The heated, distinct smell of gingerbread houses decorated with varieties of striped peppermints and rainbow gum balls as they lay upon the Christmas shop’s windowsills.

Beautiful snow angels on the ground made by couples which made the model blush even more at the thought of heading toward Marinette’s bakery.

Countless times, Adrien would amble in the direction Dupain-Cheng’s sweets shop before sauntering back and forth between the decision to see her sweet as cotton candy face or not.

It was so tempting, but his anxiety and what if questions stopped him every time. What if she wanted to be alone? What if she didn’t want to see anyone? Even worse, not see him?

The forest green-eyed boy hates to it it, but he was petrified at gazing into her bluebell orbs and making a fool out of himself in front of her.

Unless, his brain spoke to him. Unless, she didn’t know it was him talking to her. A wicked idea alighted his mind and all he recalls next was saying the magic words.

“Plagg, claws out!”

***

Marinette spurts her swollen nose into a snotty tissue before tossing the crumpled paper into the overflowing trash can beside her.

Sniffling, the dull-eyed girl wipes the disgustingly slimy nose drool away with her hand and then began wiping it away on a nearby wetted, polka-dot towel.

The sick heroine muffled her groan into her collection of plushy cat pillows. Her exhausted eyes were droopy and had gigantic bags underneath. Her legs were spread out in a weird position with the thick, rumpled onyx and rosette sheets draped over.

What was worse was that the ebony-haired girl was having a very bad hair day. Her usual, ribbon-tied pigtails were loose and unfitting against her ocean blue strands. The strawberry red hair ties had unraveled from their knots; falling to the floor of the bedroom.

Marinette snatches a handheld mirror from her mini vanity stand next to her bunk-like bed and flinches at her unsightly appearance.

Tangled hair.

Spector-like face.

Wrinkled attire.

Simply put, she was a sleeping disaster; impatiently waiting to cause havoc. The crashing downpour of pain on her body was almost unbearable. It was as if the whole world’s weight was crushing her.

She felt as though there was a raging, fire-breathing dragon brewing in her stomach and intestines. The bluenette’s swollen throat felt like an army of tiny, crimson ants swarming around and biting her esophagus. It seemed as though her migraine was a death-bringing war crushing against each of the swirling, multiple sides inside of her mind.

Groaning, Marinette feebly drops the mirror and reaches for the light pink ceiling above her. She hates the unrelenting pit of never-ending darkness in her stomach. The feeling that she felt weak.

Frustrated at her sickness, the bluenette shouts a “hah!” and smashes her clenched fist into the nearest kitten cushion like it was a punching bag.

“Now, now,” A smooth-talking voice hindered her punching session. “What did the pillow ever do to you to get that kind of treatment?”

Marinette’s aquamarine blue eyes widened at the sound of the familiar cocky voice. Sitting up, she let out a shocked gasp when all she could view was jet black leather, golden hair, and the most magnificent, emerald green irises.

His signature smirk was enough to make his billions of fangirls swoon. He waves at her; changing his smirk to a beaming grin. “Hey, Mari!”

“Kitty?!” She sputters unbelievably; bewildered that her partner-in-crime was in her room. “What the heck are you doing here?! How’d you get in my house?! Did you break in?!”

Panically, she rapidly scanned all of her circle-shaped, stained glass windows to see if any of them were broken.

“Relax, princess,” Cat Noir deadpans; pointing to the top of her ceiling. “The trapdoor on your roof was unlocked.”

Smirking, the sunshine-haired boy amuses himself with his expressive friend’s panic attacks. Despite her poor condition, the girl still had enough in her to get her priorities straight.

Marinette fumes at the cat-themed superhero’s smug countenance and her forgetfulness to lock the roof trapdoor. Refusing to look him in his leaf green orbs, knowing that she would crack in two if she made eye , the bluenette stubbornly not acknowledging that he had taken the time to visit her.

“What? No hello to your fellow superhero from his favorite Parisian citizen?” Cat Noir teases; feigning his heartbreak. “You wound me, my princess.”

Hesitantly, Marinette resists the urge to turn his way again, but stays rooted to the ground like a tree to the fact that she would regret it after. She knew he was faking his hurt, but somehow simultaneously he made her head want to spin right round and meet his face.

“Fake!” She retorts at his mischievous ways of persuasion; the art of pretend.

“Princess.” He says her nickname from him even though at the moment her appearance was the farthest from looking like an princess. Not to him though. Never to him.

“P-Playboy!” Signaling, his love for Ladybug while lightly flirting with her.

“Angel.” He replies; paying no heed to her offending insult.

Marinette blushes a dark color, but continues on. “Moron.”

“Goddess.”

“Stupid cat.”

A spark ignites in Cat’s mind. A sudden twinge of recollection. The deja vu was vividly surreal like he had heard the same words before, but from who?

After a moment of hearing no reply from the lost in hard thought superhero, Marinette gleefully claims victory over this round, pumping her fist into the air like a little kid before another collision of coughs interrupted.

Hurriedly, the midnight-haired girl tries to shield her mouth to prevent any leaking germs from escaping, but her chest pounds with barraging pain making her muscles helpless. Losing energy, she starts to plummet backwards.

Reflexively, Cat Noir leaps at full speed toward her bed and catches her in his arms. The cerulean-eyed girl’s head rests at his left arm’s elbow. The blond gulps; terrified at her sweaty forehead, cracked lips, and pale complexion.

Marinette blinks her exhausted eyes to get the crustiness out, but can only see the mirage-like blur of onyx black pleather, tender claws gripping her sides, the worried curves of the meadow green-eyed boy’s frown.

“Thanks, Kitty.” She murmurs wearily; placing one of her hands on his chest to trail her fingers up and down his abdomen and soothe his anxiety.

“You should rest.” He reprimands; pulling out her sleeping sheets from underneath.

“Don’t be such a worrywart,” Marinette complains as she tries to gently push him away; hating his babying. “I’m fine-“ Just as she spoke; jinxing it, another cough attack bursted out of her swelling throat.

Shoving her a little roughly, Cat Noir forced and bonded her under the tight, tucked in blankets. He lays her on top of the cute cat pillows and sits beside her on the edge of the bed.

“How do you feel?” He asks after a moment of comfortable silence.

“Like I have the flu, a headache, and a stomach ache all at the same time.” She snarks bluntly.

The golden-haired boy smirks at her straight forward remark; placing his thumb and index finger on his forehead in an “L” linearly to stop an exasperated sigh.

“Wait here.” He suddenly says as he begins to climb down her matching pink-colored bed step ladder.

“As if I can go anywhere!” She hollers after him; squirming against her blanket sheets acting as her steel chains.

***

Cat Noir cautiously peeks behind the wooden trapdoor from his favorite civilian’s bedroom to her parents’ simple yet cozy kitchen and family room.

Using his feline superpowers of intense cat hearing, he listened in to find out if there were any footsteps in the living space area or the bakery vicinity beneath that.

All clear.

As quiet as a mouse scurrying around for Camembert cheese, the dirty blond-haired hero tip-toes down the stairs. Carefully as to not to make any unnecessary loud noises and disturb his princess or her parents if they were even home.

Luckily, during he and Marinette’s gaming competition training for being the representatives for the world-wide national gaming tournament, he had already gotten a look at where everything was. Finding what he needed should be a piece of cake.

There I go making absolutely purrfect puns again.

Cat Noir praises himself irably. Seriously, he could become a professional comedian himself when he grew up if he wanted to. What the confident boy doesn’t get is why his lady or princess don’t like his jokes. They were top-notch if he says so himself.

Shaking his head and slapping both of his cheeks of his face softly, but still leaving a light scarlet red welling, Cat Noir got back to the task at hand.

Searching through the Dupain-Chengs’ thousand of supply, baking cupboards to grab the correct ingredients, utensils, and cups. Next, he began heating up the cocoa brown-colored hot chocolate with a expert spray of a swirling massive amount of chalk white whipped cream. Then he was plopping the two, rosette pink mugs three, ivory white marshmallows inside.

As the intoxicating, heated as a fireplace fragrance of bittersweet dark chocolate fill the atmosphere, Cat Noir takes a quick whiff of his creation; satisfied with the results.

“All ready...” He whispers before grabbing and traveling with the two cups back up the apartment stairway.

***

“Drink up.” The summer green-eyed boy orders the adamant, starless-haired girl beside him. He holds the steaming hot mug of hot chocolate in front of the astounded civilian.

Immediately after reaching her room, Cat Noir had apologized and released his friend from her nearly suffocating prison of woolen bed sheets. Much to her chagrin from his pleading, baby doll eyes to forgive him for practically tying her up, she decided to not to hold a grudge and forgive the moronic boy.

“Ah...thanks,” She says civilly, gently holding the porcelain cup in her hand as if it would shatter like glass if she blew on it.

Before drinking, the turquoise-eyed girl secretly gazes at her partner-in-crime’s rather loose and relax position on her bed. He appeared so carefree; idly criss-crossing his black leather-covered legs with his back leaning against her bunk-like bed post.

Despite not evening knowing the true identity of the mysterious cat-themed hero yet still considering him to be one of her closest friends, Marinette felt a wave of endorphins flooding her brain cells and some relief of safety and warmth from the blond every time their skin made the briefest of .

And for the time being, she was grateful for the company, horrible cat puns and all, lounging around the house all day made the fashion designer quite lonely. Not to mention, he was great fun to hang around with.

He was cocky yet humble. Such a tease and flirt, but a sweetheart. Such an fool sometimes, but with the right heart. Selfless and courageous. Kind and caring. Terrible at it, but he did have some sense of humor. He was a splendid hero. An amazing friend. And most significantly, a wonderful person.

His outer coat of pleather may be as pitch-black as the endless night, but his soul was pure white. As white as the marshmallows in her hot chocolate.

Blowing out a puff of sucked-in air to cool down the wispy steam, she dips the cup onto her tongue.

“Oh! It’s delicious! How’d you know how to make this?!” She says incredulously as she continues to slurp down the strong flavor of dark chocolate.

“Are you really that surprised?” Cat Noir smirks smugly; internally elated that his angel-like friend enjoyed the semi-sweet morsel treat.

“Obviously!” Marinette says; astounded at his modesty. “You could make a fortune just selling these on the streets!”

The albino-haired boy chuckles. “Well, it’s not every day, your favorite superhero comes to visit with a small present in tow,” He sips at his own hot chocolate; licking his tongue at the now flattened whipped cream. “Even if they are to your liking, princess.”

The bluenette snorts; wincing at the phantom pain at her chest, but chooses

to ignore it. “Don’t let your big head grow any bigger now.” She warns playfully.

“I wouldn’t dream of it. You tear my heart in two with your thrown-about words.” He winks and feigns as if a piercing arrow had cleanly struck through his beating heart.

Rolling her bluebell irises, a unexpected rush of tiredness hits her like a tsunami and her flitting fingers begin to rub at her bleary orbs. Woozily, her field of vision becomes a hazy daze as she reaches out for the meadow-eyed boy adjacent to her.

“Cat...”She calls out softly; dizzyingly tumbling backwards until a strong pair of claws catches her.

Cerulean blue meet emerald green. Marinette yawns as she struggles to keep her eyes open.

“Falling for me already?” He quips another one of his cheesy pick-up lines while moving the mugs to the side. Tenderly, he places her down between all of her million cushions band drapes the pink and black blankets over her weakened body.

“Shut up...” She mutters.

“The milk from the hot chocolate must be kicking in.”

“No kidding.” Marinette mumbles; agitated that her kitten’s evening visit might be coming to a close. But, there was no way that she’d ever it that to him. That’d she actually miss him being around acting like her mother hen. Her self-pride would never forgive her.

She catches a quick glimpse of a genuine smile on his face as the sunshine-haired boy babies her.

Her weary eyelids are just about to drop into a deep slumber like she was going to sleep for a hundred years like the Sleeping Beauty in fairy tales. But, she just had send him off. Just one good bye.

“Chat...,” The bluenette whispers. “Au revoir et merci.” With that, her eyes close into a tranquil spell of eternal-like sleep.

(Translates to good bye and thank you. Yes, I can speak French, fun fact about me done! :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye: )

Scanning around the room, making sure that no one was around watching or maybe even stalking him, Cat Noir double-checks that his princess is asleep before pressing his lips lightly onto her forehead for a rapid peck.

Marinette stirs, but luckily doesn’t wake and the leaf-eyed boy breathes a sigh of relief and hurries to pops back outside through the ceiling’s wooden brown trapdoor before anyone notices he was there.

Slowly turning back, for a final, blissful glance at his mess of a friend, the shadow hero grins once again.

“Au revoir, ma cherie.”

(Translates to goodbye my darling)

***

Ah, the things that milk could do to you before bedtime. I’m not kidding right now, this happens to me ALL the time. :joy:

One cup of warm milk and I’ll be out within the next ten-fifteen minutes. :joy:

Oh, I’m sorry for those of you who have been expecting and wanting for a more sinful and ionate Marichat-themed one-shot. I’m not quite the best at writing that type of content so I just came up with this. Don’t like it, don’t read it. That’s all there is to it. :smile:

HAPPY 2018 MY MIRACULERS!

(Sorry, had to do that :joy: )

Thanks so much for reading! Bug Out!

Give me back some please!

-PrettyQueen325 :purple_heart: :purple_heart: :purple_heart: :purple_heart: :purple_heart:

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