“Just stay with me.” Marichat
set in my anti-hero chat/quasi-reverse love sqaure au
There’s something about Marinette, Chat learns. Something that makes him want to put all his Adrien hopes and dreams in one person. Give her his heart to hold because with her, their is a promise of reprieve.
A lightness of duty that doesn’t weigh him down, no obligations despite that his heart is already obligated to someone else.
(red spots and a smirk that pack a stronger punch than anyone really should)
They met–really met in the rain with lightning striking and mist from that day still coats his skin with a soothing balm of maybe.
It’s the way she looks at him, the way her eyes light up when he’s in and out of the mask, like maybe a part of her recognizes him for who is at his very core. A blurred image of his entirety that Chat hasn’t had the time to be completely honest about.
Paris sings with life on a rare sunny day though, with the picture painted perfect as Marinette twirls in a pink dress. They are tucked away in hidden garden with bright curling flowers that climb splintery terraces. Cheery yellows and passionate reds color the little world they’ve found.
“Stay with me, Chat,” Marinette laughs. “Let’s just stay here and never leave.”
“If I have to keep seeing you spin like that though, I might feel a little light-headed and daisy, Princess.”
Marinette rolls her eyes as she stops with a bit of a wibble wobble. “Take me as I am or leaf me.”
Chat chuckles and slides up to her, booping her nose. “I could never leaf you.”
Marinette’s nose wrinkles under his glove. “I’m sorry I punned back. Once and floral, I plan to stop.”
“You know I like it when you pun,” Chat says, leaning closer, his eyes drifting to her mouth
Marinette giggles and steps back, her eyes all fire and flame with all these flowers. “And I like it better when you’re less smooth!”
(It’s a dance he knows, this give and take, almost like he’s seeing her more blurred than before, but a part of him wonders what Marinette would look like in red.)
“I’m hurt!” he gasps. “You wound me! I am the smoothest cat in all of Paris.”
“Mmmm. Maybe more like the silliest cat in all of Paris, but,” she trails, her smile soft at the edges. “I like that about you. When you’re like this.”
She steps under a tree, sunlight peppering her skin like little stars for him to see. She leans back, blue eyes peering at him shyly. She’s never looked more beautiful.
Adrien’s heart beats quick under black leather, his skin sizzling with promise of good things if he takes the chance. His feet don’t move.
A moment passes between them and Marinette shifts, pushing herself off the tree with a smile tinged with something he can’t name.
“Just promise this, Chat Noir,” she states as she moves towards him, towards the gate. “Next time you need a place of freedom, come here and think of me.”
“Of you?” he wonders as her brown shoes almost touch his boots.
She grins and hums, perks herself on her tiptoes, small hands steadying themselves on his person. “Yes,” she says, “Of me.”
She presses a kind kiss to his cheek that seeps into his very skin.
In the distance, an explosion happens and Chat Noir realizes that he didn’t even notice the screaming until now.
Marientte laughs again and wipes her lip gloss off his face.
“Go save the day, superhero.”
He blinks, his heart caught on his tongue because there is nothing more than he wants to find out exactly what she means, but life continues on in the most disastrous way all around him.
He takes a deep breath and pulls bravado out of somewhere. “I prefer the term anti-hero actually.”
Marinette shakes her head and pushes him towards the street. “Superhero, anti-hero, I don’t care. Just go be a hero that all of Paris needs.”
“And what about you?” he asks as his back hits the metal gate. “Am I your hero?”
With sunshine outlining her with all the flowers of the garden and the fire in her soul, Marinette beams at him and the whole world melts away just for a moment. “There’s no one else I’d rather it be.”
Chat Noir can’t stop the grin that splits his face in two, can’t stop the way his hand cups her cheek and he leans forward, his mouth pecking the corner of hers. His cheek presses against hers as he whispers.
“Stay safe, Marinette.”
I think I’m falling you, he doesn’t say.
“You–ugh!” Red face and scowling in a most glorious way, Marinette opens the gate. “Go, go, go! You’re wasting time! Get out of here, you silly cat. Be safe!”
Chat Noir can’t stop the laughter that pours out of him as he gives her a little salute before racing off to whatever akuma is creating havoc today, a piece of his heart cradled lovingly in Marinette’s palms.
(though how much of his heart she actually holds neither of them know quite yet)
