Noir Out beccalovesyuge

Summary:

She was the pop of color in his Noir world.

Drabbles and one-shots inspired by the MariChat May 2018 Prompts. All chapters can stand alone unless otherwise stated. This series contains stories centered on MariChat.

Notes:

I've decided to also do some regular MariChat works to go along with my MariBlanc pieces for MariChat May. These will focus solely on MariChat while Blanc Out will have Chat Blanc and the after effects of him.

She had waited at the police station for hours. She'd fallen asleep in an uncomfortable chair and when her parents finally arrived to collect her, she'd woken up with a sore neck and back. Marinette had kicked and screamed as her father carried her out. She'd begged to stay, for them to let her see him. Her throat was raw by the time her mother buckled her into the backseat of their car. Her father had blocked her from the press with his large body before getting in the car and pulling away.

Now she was curled into her bed. Her magical companion was giving her some space by sleeping on the chaise near an empty plate of cookies. Her phone had been turned off hours ago because the media alerts and texts from her friends had gotten to be too much. She'd heard the house and bakery phones ringing non-stop, but thankfully her parents kept firm on their "no comment" story. Of course, when Alya had stopped by about two hours ago, she'd heard her mother's soft voice through the air vents. She'd told Alya as much as her parents knew.

And it wasn't much. Marinette had yet to come up with her excuse for how she came to be at Adrien's side immediately after the arrest of Gabriel Agreste for magical terrorism. Granted, she'd not been with him long before lawyers and child welfare agents had whisked him away. She refused to give her statement to the officers and they refused to allow her to speak with Adrien.

What was their story? What had Adrien said to them? Had he even gotten anything out? Chat Noir had just unmasked his own father as Hawkmoth and delivered him to the police before doubling back to his home to be Adrien Agreste. Chat hadn't said anything before he left either.

She cuddled closer to her stuff kitten and hoped Adrien had gotten some dinner. Was he sleeping comfortably?

Her answers came in the form of soft knocks above her.

The girl sprang up, threw her window open, and Chat Noir dropped to her bed. Marinette barely had the window closed and was seated before he'd crushed her to his chest. His claws threaded into her loose hair and he nuzzled her soft cheek. Marinette clutched him just as tightly. "I was so worried about you," she breathed.

His nuzzling stopped as he dropped his face to her shoulder. "Can I stay the night?" He muttered.

She felt the wetness of his tears on her tee-shirt. "Yeah," her voice was a shaky breath. "I've always wanted to adopt a cat."