Red and Blue make Purple

Anonymous asked:

Marichat "I saw that! You just checked me out. [[hope you're still taking prompts]]

shimahada answered:

Hello!! Thank you for your prompt!

Yes I’m still taking prompts haha!

And may I say I absolutely loved writing this whole prompt really, I just want to thank you for giving it to me.

It’s not very long of course because it’s a drabble, as usual but MAN DID I LOVE PLOTTING THIS.

ENJOY

“I saw that! You just checked me out!”

The brunette was furiously pacing in her room, glowering at the cat boy who was sitting on her windowsill. He looked smug, a sly grin plastered over his face as his claws suddenly became the most interesting thing in the room to inspect, and it infuriated her even more.

“How little you think of me if you believe this, princess!”

Marinette stopped and crossed her arms. “Oh, so maybe I imagined you at my window while I was about to change into my pajamas?”

Crap.

A slight blush started to spread on Chat’s cheeks and he quickly glanced at Marinette. “That’s not what I would call checking out,” he started. “That’s claw-venient timing.”

“So you admit you checked me out!”

“Happened to be at your window when you decided to change,” he corrected.

She humphed and for a moment, Chat wondered how many times he would’ve died if her eyes could really throw daggers. Well, he was half-lying. He didn’t mean to look. But then again, he didn’t look away.

Who could blame him, really?

When he had arrived, he had gone with the usual knocking at her balcony trap door. Unexpectedly, she didn’t reply and he had moved to her window to make sure she was alright. But god damn him, it wasn’t his fault if he saw the soft pink flesh of her waist right when she pulled up her t-shirt. Or the glimpse of her polka dotted bra against her pale skin right before she turned and noticed his presence. Or if he noticed that her bra didn’t hook correctly and was very tempting to-

He mentally slapped himself and looked at the flushed girl in front of him. Her hair was unusually down, silky charcoal locks framing her freckled face and trembling everytime she moved her head in indignation. The freckles themselves stood out more than usual on the pitch red of her blush and her mouth was curved in an upset pout. She was fuming in anger and he didn’t know if it was because of the earlier peek or because it was the first time he ever saw the quiet girl who sat behind him get mad, but he desperately wanted to pin her against a wall and kiss her senseless.

Which was of course totally irrational because he already loved someone else.

Someone with bluer, ocean-like eyes, a brighter smile, melodious laugh. Someone who smirked at him and teased him, too strong to ever need someone. Someone who left him breathless on Paris’ rooftops, in awe when they fly away. Someone who brushed away his puns and put him back to place like it was no big deal.

But as he stared at Marinette Dupain-Cheng, his classmate, he could’t help the heat that crawled up his face, or the imaginary touch of her silky hair against his fingers. He gulped and focused on the white dummy in the far corner of her room.

When did Marinette Dupain-Cheng start to make his cheeks burn, he wonders.

“Fear not, my princess, for that your reputation and dignity are safe and sound with me,” he declared before bringing a hand to his chest in a mock imitation of a knight.

“It is especially because it’s you that I’m worrying about it.”

He dramatically gasped. “Good heavens, honourable Marinette, did I ever make a move on you?”

Her anger seemed to dissolve a bit and she let out a sigh, bringing her hand to her face in exasperation. “You are hopeless, Chat.”

He smiled brightly. “Honourable.”

“Perverted.”

“Uncorrupted.”

“Sly.”

“Virtuous.”

A laugh escaped her lips and he found his eyes drawn again towards her. Her shoulders were shaking from suppressed laughter and she was looking away, visibly trying to dissimulate her hilarity from him. After a few seconds though, the glee won over and she was genuinely suddenly laughing, merry glockenspiel in the silence of the room. It sounded… Strangely familiar and Chat couldn’t stop the sudden drop of his jaw as he watched his princess wipe the tears from her eyes nor the sudden black-out of his mind. He just stared at the petite girl in front of him until she finally calmed down and spoke, breathless.

“You’re the biggest idiot this earth ever carried, you know that, kitty?”

And he simply walked to her, mesmerised, reaching for her chin with his right hand to make her look up at him and whisper. “Well, you exist too.”

And just like that, right before he could drown in her blue eyes, blue like the summer sky, and freckled with ocean spots that maybe reminded him of someone else, he lowered his head and kissed her.

Softly, lovingly, chastely.

Just enough to feel the velvet of her lips and taste their sweet candied taste against his own.

Just enough to believe that maybe the shy girl who sat behind him in class had him wrapped around her finger.

He pulled back and stared at her with half-opened eyes, reveling in her pink cheeks and bewildered look as she gaped back at him. She looked stunned, clueless, and yet, the parting of her lips suggested she wanted more, and god he ached to give her more.

But he loved someone else.

He had to.

His ring beeped, and a sad smile stretched his lips. “Looks like your knight in shining armour has to leave, princess.”

He turned towards the window, and for a moment, the simple movement of pulling away from Marinette felt like ripping off a limb. Which was complete nonsense of course.

He climbed on the windowsill and pulled out his baton, ready to leave, when he suddenly glanced over his shoulder and, with a smug smirk immediately finding its way on his face, he declared. “Nice bra, by the way.”

He left before Marinette could throw her dummy at him.

When did Marinette Dupain-Cheng start making his heart flutter, he really wonders.