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Merry super-duper late Christmas @arisu-artnfics! Technically a back-up gifter. Anyway, I normally never take this long, but life got weird and hard. Nevertheless, you shall not be giftless anymore. I saw that you like Marichat, so I wrote a little something with the pair, with fluff and a dash of hurt/comfort with hopeful ending.
To the @mlsecretsanta team, thank you for being so patient with me and giving me the opportunity to still be a part of this wonderful tradition. You guys are the best.
Christmas Eve, Silent Night
Snow softly fell down the city, leaving a thin layer of white dust on the streets. Every step Chat Noir took left footprints in the oddest of places for a normal person, but very typical of a cat themed superhero. Lamposts and ledges became slightly uncovered with every jump he took, until he landed on a rooftop close to a bakery he knew very well.
Chat Noir stepped closer to the railing, resting his forearms on it as he stared at the warm lights emitting from the building. He always enjoyed how warm Marinette’s childhood home seemed. And felt, from the times he had visited. He didn’t visit much these days, though.
Marinette had moved out of her parent’s once she started university. She mainly stopped by to visit her parents, or work the occasional shift when she needed some extra money. In that particular evening, she was most likely helping them with the Christmas Eve rush before having a pleasant dinner with them.
It was the reason he was out on patrol in the first place. Ladybug had offered to take the shift, or to at least accompany him. But he insisted on patrolling for the holiday. She had done enough after the toy drives that he missed due to work. Plus, it gave him the opportunity to have the wonderful view of a happy home.
And a good thing too, as he noticed their specials sign get knocked over by a rowdy tourist passing by. Chat Noir took out his baton on instinct and vaulted his way to the sidewalk. With a swift movement, he straightened up the sign. Only to get knocked again, along with his forehead, by the bakery door.
“Sorry!” the melodic voice of Marinette apologized. “I didn’t see you…Oh, hi Chat Noir.”
As he rubbed his new bump, his eyes focused on the young woman before him. “Hi, Ma—”
“It’s Chat Noir!” Tom Dupain had suddenly popped his head from behind her, startling them both. Next thing he knew, the young man was having his hand furiously shaken and was dragged inside the bakery. “Look, Sabine! It’s Chat Noir!”
“Oh, dear, you were out there?” Sabine Cheng asked, moving towards a stack of paper cups. “Aren’t you cold in that suit?”
“Uh…” his eyes shifted from Marinette’s amused face to her parents, already having recovered from the surprise interruption. “It’s fine. It adapts.”
“Ha! I wish my clothes would adapt like that!” Mr. Dupain boomed in laughter, as he pulled on his sweater.
“Well, regardless if it adapts or not, here.” Chat Noir suddenly had a warm cup of hot chocolate in his hands, placed there by Mrs. Cheng. When did she even get this? he wondered. “I hope you're keeping warm.”
“I am, thank you,” he chirped.
“Oh! Now that you're here…” Mr. Dupain grabbed his wrist and started pulling him to one of the displays.
“Papa–” Marinette started, but Chat Noir already had Mr. Dupain's arm around his shoulders, as he was shown what seemed to be black and green macarons.
“Do you realize that you have been our own superhero for six years and a half?” he said, slightly shaking the hero. With a proper look at the pastries, Chat Noir noticed a distinct pawprint on them. “It's your six years and a half anniversary!”
“Papa, I don’t think people usually celebrate half anniversaries,” Marinette chuckled.
“But this is so sweet!” Chat Noir couldn’t help but say, giving her a large smile, to which she fondly rolled her eyes.
“You should take some,” Mrs. Cheng offered as she opened the display.
“I'll get it, maman,” Marinette offered. “You can finish closing up.”
Mrs. Cheng agreed, yet Chat Noir didn’t miss the sly smile she gave to her daughter before asking her husband to recover the very sign he attempted to rescue moments ago. He sipped on his drink, delightedly watching Marinette acquire a pair of tongs.
“I see your parents are still very welcoming,” he commented as she prepared a box for him.
“Shouldn’t you be finishing patrol?” Marinette shot back.
“I only have a few blocks left.”
“See, you still have a route to complete.”
“I get the sense that you don’t want me here.”
Marinette sighed, closing the box. “You know I don’t mind you coming here,” she said softly. “But if my parents–”
“I know,” he cut in.
A silence stretched between them with unsaid words. The only thing breaking it being the sound of a door opening, followed by the smell of meat. Chat Noir’s nose twitched, seeking the smell.
“They’re done!” Mrs. Cheng announced. Chat Noir had been so distracted by what Marinette was doing, he hadn’t even noticed her mother had left the room for several minutes. In her hands, she was holding what seemed to be a plate of homemade dumplings.
“I didn’t know you were cooking,” he excitedly said.
“There’s more upstairs, including a full dinner I’ve been making for the occasion. Would you like to stay for it?” Mrs. Cheng asked.
“O-Oh, um…” Chat Noir stared longingly towards the dumplings, right before his eyes shifted towards Marinette’s blushing face. He let out a soft sigh with a smile before responding: “Thank you for the offer, but I need to finish my run around the city. I promised Ladybug.”
“That’s a shame,” she lamented.
“You’re welcome here anytime,” Mr. Dupain said as he placed the box of macarons in his free hand. “Maybe I’ll convince you to take my daughter on a date one of these days–”
“Papa!” Marinette squawked, her face turning even redder. “You know how dangerous it can be for a superhero to date a civilian.”
“See, she’s interested!”
“No, I–” she smacked her hands on her face.
Chat Noir barked out a laugh at Marinette’s reaction. Mr. Dupain could say the darndest things in his presence sometimes.
“I’m sure that, whoever she eventually ends up dating, will be the luckiest guy in the world.”
“You don’t have to oversell it,” Marinette muttered, as she averted her eyes in embarrassment.
“You have a great daughter, Mr. Dupain,” he added. “I’m sure she’ll end up with someone who deserves her. For now, though, I must take my leave. Thank you for the macarons.”
Chat Noir made an exaggerated bow in farewell, taking the opportunity to place the now empty cup on the counter. Before turning, he took one last look at Marinette and gave her a covert wink. The next second, he used his baton to jump once again across rooftops.
- - -
Chat Noir softly landed inside the room. Thanks to his night vision, he was able to effortlessly place the box of macarons on the desk and drag himself to the bed, flopping on it. A part of him was admittedly regretting his offer to take the Christmas Eve shift. But then again, it wasn’t like there was any family waiting for him.
The door to the room creaked open, and a smile wormed itself into his face. The second he felt the bed dip he curled against the body that had sat down next to him.
“Why can’t we tell your parents, at least?” his muffled voice asked.
“I’m pretty sure my parents wouldn’t be able to resist telling the world I’m dating a superhero,” the soothing voice of Marinette responded, accompanied by the soft scratching of his hair.
“But their dinners are so tasty,” he whined.
“You know I didn’t come empty-handed, right?”
“It’s not the same.”
“Hmm.” Marinette laced her fingers through his hair. “I know. Maybe someday. Soon, hopefully. You did say Ladybug is close to figuring out the new butterfly miraculous holder, right?”
“It seems so,” he said with a shrug. “Still, by the eighth month, normal couples are already starting to talk about the future and stuff.”
“Yeah…” Marinette whispered. “Do you… think about that stuff?”
Chat Noir frowned, finally ungluing his face from her body to look at her wondering face. He gulped, tempted to give a joke answer, but feeling the need to be honest. Sitting up on the bed, he took her hand and spoke: “I’d be lying if I said I haven’t.”
“I see.” She squeezed his hand. “I wish we could talk about it more.”
He sighed. “Me too.”
They looked at each other for a moment, Chat Noir thinking about how badly he wanted to ask her to marry him. But he couldn’t. Not as a superhero. They had to wait for when it was safe to reveal his identity. So, he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to the bed with him. Marinette laid on his chest, taking soft breaths.
“The food’s in the kitchen counter,” she quietly said.
“In a minute. I just want to be here with you for a bit.”
“Hmm.”
The day they had decided to start dating was most likely not their finest decision. Although Chat Noir didn’t regret a single second spent with Marinette as his girlfriend, it did worry him sometimes. That she might wake up someday and decide she deserves a relationship she can share with the world. He would understand if that ever happened.
Of course, he hoped that wouldn’t be the case. Because, if his suspicions were correct, then maybe, just maybe, there was a good chance Marinette knew exactly what it was like to hide one’s identity, and she would do everything in her power to make sure the relationship would survive. Even if it was against the world.
