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A loud scream pierced the otherwise calm atmosphere of the bakery.
“Tikki! What is this?!” The source of the scream shouted in a panicked state, gesturing at the ‘this’ in question.
“Marinette, I told you that magic is not a toy!”
“I just wanted to add a bit of shine to the doll’s eyes, I didn’t think it would do this!”
This was a now living Chat Noir doll capable of moving without any human hands or outside influence. It looked around in confusion and awe at its new existence in a way that was downright adorable if Marinette wasn’t too busy panicking to fully appreciate it.
Tikki was less than sympathetic. “Well, it does. It’s the power of creation. It’s meant to give life to things.”
The girl groaned. “Tikki, what do I DO?!”
“It’s your responsibility.” Tikki replied. “You’ll have to take care of him. He’s alive now. Unless you intend to change that.”
The ‘him’ in question stared up at the two in growing horror, his little mouth beginning to wobble.
Marinette gasped at that and surged forward, hands up in a peaceful gesture as she attempted to calm him. “No, no! I wouldn’t hurt you! I was just shocked, that’s all! Please don’t cry!”
He rubbed at his little button-like eyes as he looked up at the girl, making her heart melt.
He then held up his little plush hands in indication of clearly wanting to be held, making her heart a puddle of goo.
Marinette caved.
“Okay. It’s okay.” She murmured as she picked him up. She sent a ‘look’ at Tikki, who simply gave a shrug in response.
The Chat Noir doll remained unaware of this silent interaction in favor of enjoying the warmth and remaining creation magic from his creator. He gave a tiny purr, rather liking the affection and the steady thrumming of her heartbeat.
Marinette sighed, resigning herself to her new houseguest and her apparent role of a mother-figure to a toy she accidentally brought to life. There was just one other problem…
“Chat Noir can never know about this.” Marinette muttered.
“…at least he’s cute.”
“TIKKI!”
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After the discovery of her new parenthood (or closest magical equivalent), one of the first things Marinette did after panicking for a good hour or so was to try to make arrangements for her new living doll child. Like where he was going to sleep. And what areas of the room were okay for him to be in without worry of him somehow hurting himself.
It turned out that her doll child was much like a human child in that he was curious about everything. Which meant he kept trying to touch everything.
“Don’t touch the pins or needles!”
And mess with everything.
“Sweetie, put the scissors down!”
And go everywhere.
“No, no! You can’t go downstairs! Someone will see you!”
Eventually, she settled for putting him in a good-sized box while she tried to see about making a bed for him. And talking with Tikki while trying not to work herself into another panic.
It…wasn’t bad inside the box, actually. There was plenty of space he could move about in if he wanted. But it was enclosed enough for him to curl up. Plus she had left him a couple of odd items to “play with” that included a ball he could roll around, a rubber ducky that squeaked when he squeezed it, and some various-sized scraps of cloth he…honestly didn’t know what to do with. But they looked nice. Felt nice, too.
Very nice, actually. Very soft. Perfect for wrapping around oneself and curling up for a nap.
Which is naturally the one thing he didn’t want to do, so they were ignored in favor of scratching at the walls of his box and hoping his creator would finish up whatever she was doing and come back.
He was bored!
And lonely.
But mostly bored.
There was just him in there. The items were nice, but not what he wanted right then.
He wanted to explore! He wanted to see things! He wanted to move more, now that he could!
He wanted to be with her.
He scratched at the box walls some more, pouting when he found all sides to be equally solid and the only escape to be the lack of ceiling above him. That was where the odd pinkling would watch him from. And giggle at him.
Meanie.
Pouting, he glared up at her. The pinkling merely giggled again, bobbing in the air not too high above him.
That made him pause and look at the walls of the box in consideration. They didn’t seem too high, actually. Maybe he could reach the top?
He stood up and lifted his tiny arms as high as he could, but couldn’t quite make it.
He tried to jump, but still fell just short.
He huffed, annoyed.
The pinkling giggled again in amusement.
“Tikki, what’s going on over there?”
“He’s being cute.”
He pouted.
“Just make sure he doesn’t do anything. I need to finish this.”
Done with what? He wanted to see! Let him see?
The stupid walls wouldn’t listen. Or move.
He pushed against them in frustration. And to his surprise, he felt the walls and the floor beneath him move slightly.
This gave him pause.
“Uh…Marinette?”
“Hang on, Tikki.”
He did it again, with more force this time. Sure enough, the wall was connected to the floor, and the force was enough to make his prison shift.
And again.
And again.
“…Marinette!”
“I’m nearly done.”
He kept shoving at the box from the inside and discovered that he could slowly but surely cause it to move. And he kept making the box move in the direction she was in until eventually, he made it all the way right next to her desk.
“Marinette!”
“Almost.”
Notice him, dammit!
He shoved the box again, this time bumping into her chair and finally, FINALLY getting her attention.
Marinette jumped and glanced down.
“Chaton! How did you—?!”
He beamed, proudly.
“He’s very smart.” The pinkling stated with a giggle. “And strong!”
He puffed his chest out at that and to Marinette’s surprise, actually flexed his arm as if to show off his strength.
She couldn’t help but laugh endearingly at that. “I see.”
He grinned up at her, just happy to be near her again.
“Okay then. I’m almost done anyway.” She lifted him out of the evil yet fun box and he clung to her tightly. She didn’t seem to mind and brought him over to her desk so he could see what she had been making.
“See? It’s a little bed for you to sleep in when you’re tired.” She explained as she showed off the makeshift bed she had made for him out of a basket, a couple of pillows, stuffing, and lined with comfy fabric.
He looked up at her in shock. It was for him?
She smiled. “What do you think?”
It was his. She made it. For him.
How could he not love it?
“Ah! Help, Tikki! He’s crying!”
“I think he likes it!”
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It was a daily battle. A constant struggle. But today was the day she would be the victor.
“No.” She told him.
He stared up at her from his spot next to her bag, clutching the strap tightly. Not moving.
“No.” She repeated, more forcefully.
He simply continued to stare. And still wasn’t moving.
“Chaton, I can’t keep taking you to school!”
A reaction finally, but a negative one as he started to sulk, holding the strap closer.
“It’s dangerous! Someone could see you!”
His eyes narrowed in challenge.
“Don’t give me that. I know you’re stealthy but it only takes one slip to be caught!”
He huffed at that and proceeded to release the strap only to poke at the bag to find a way inside.
“Tikki was stolen before.”
This actually made him pause.
“And what if there’s an akuma attack?”
He immediately crouched into a pose that looked a lot like dabbing. She could only assume it was meant to be a fighting position. Oh geez, he actually intended to fight an akuma for her.
“That’s…very sweet.” And very likely to get him turned into stuffing.
He puffed up, proudly.
“But I don’t want you to get hurt.”
He pouted and stamped his tiny plush foot.
“Don’t you take that tone with me, young man!”
He pointed at Tikki, angrily.
“Tikki get to go because she’s an ancient entity who is older than the Earth and I need her to be able to transform and stop any akuma.”
He paused, glancing once more over at a much too amused Tikki. He the looked back up at Marinette and gestured to himself.
“I know you want to help, but you can’t fight the akumas.”
He glared at her indignantly.
“I’m sorry, Chaton, but the answer is no. You need to stay here.”
A beat.
“Please.”
He paused, head tilted to the side, considering. She almost thought he would actually listen to reason.
Then he unleashed his ultimate weapon as he turned his head up to her and opened his eyes.
Kitty eyes.
As Ladybug, she can do many things. She can fight monsters, save civilians, and actually talk to her crush.
But she still can’t resist those damn eyes.
She twitched, trying to steel herself against them.
His eyes only seemed to get bigger. And his lip wobbled.
Marinette groaned in defeat.
“All right, you can come.”
Chaton Noir’s tail waved happily and his smile brightened the room.
Tomorrow, she told herself, ignoring Tikki’s giggles. Tomorrow she would be the victor.
Chapter 4
Summary:
This was originally started from a prompt with the gist that Chaton pushes a tired Marinette a little too far and she yells at him.
There was how the prompter meant it.
Then there was how I chose to write it.
: )
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Chaton was a good boy.
He was also very smart.
That’s how he knew something was wrong with Mama.
She was slow. Her eyes were dark. Her face was pale. She wasn’t smiling.
It was clear she was tired. She should be staying in bed and getting plenty of rest, but she kept insisting on going to school. She wasn’t taking care of herself. That was why at the very least he wanted to go with her and make sure she would be okay.
But she didn’t understand. And being tired made her grumpy. And a grumpy Mama was not a nice Mama.
She yelled at him—something she had never done before.
That’s when Chaton had enough.
Chaton was a good boy. And smart.
If Mama wasn’t taking care of herself, that just meant he had to. Even if Mama didn’t like it. Because it was his job to protect Mama.
He rushed away.
“No, wait! Chaton!”
Somewhere behind him, she seemed to have realized what she had done and gasped. Hearing the footsteps swiftly approaching the direction he took off in, he knew she was trying to come after him.
Purr-fect.
He charged to her mannequin—
“Chaton, wait!”
With him running full force, he slammed into it, knocking it over—and causing a number of other things to fall as well. She had been chasing him and couldn’t quite stop in time to avoid tripping over the fallen items, resulting in her falling over with a loud yelp.
Naturally, this made a lot of noise.
And naturally, this noise got attention from the people downstairs.
“Marinette?! Are you alright?!”
“I’m fine, Mama!” She called, then immediately went back to looking for him. “Chaton, what has gotten IN to you?”
But she didn’t manage much else, because within seconds, the door to her room swung open and Grand Mama stuck her head in. She gasped at the sight of the mess. “Marinette! What happened?”
Mama grimaced and forced herself to stand. “I’m fine. Was just clumsy and knocked some things over, no big deal!”
She says this, but stepped on a “conveniently placed” toy that left her unbalanced and caused her to appear shaky and unstable.
Regaining herself, she looked up at her mother as she approached and smiled—tried to smile.
Chaton pouted from where he hid. She was lying. She wasn’t fine and she wasn’t taking care of herself. But she couldn’t seem to see it.
Fortunately, Grand Mama was smart, too. And she could see it just fine.
The older woman frowned in concern and rested a hand on her forehead. “Marinette, you don’t look well.”
“I’m fine, mom! Really!”
Grand Mama clicked her tongue disbelievingly. “You look ready to fall over.”
“I’m not!”
“But you just did.”
Mama flushed in embarrassment at that and became flustered. “That was just…” She looked around, unable to find him. Not that it mattered, since she really couldn’t tell them he did it.
It paid to be small and cute!
“I’m going to call the school and let them know you’ll be out for the day.” The woman decided.
“Wait—what? Mom, no! I’m not—”
“You go back to bed and try to get some rest.” She continued, disregarding her daughter’s attempts to argue and heading downstairs to make the call.
“But…but I’m not…”
The door closed. Grand Mama was gone.
But her work was done.
“Maybe this is for the best, Marinette.” The Pinkling stated, flying out from her hiding place. “You could use some more rest.”
“But still…” She frowned, glancing around until she found a very satisfied-looking Chaton sitting on her chaise.
She gave him a glare. “You seem proud of yourself.”
He puffed up at that.
He was. He really was.
“I’m sorry I yelled at you.” She told him, petting his head just the way he liked and—no, Chaton! Now was not the time to get distracted!
He shook his head at her and pointed to her bed.
She blinked at him in surprise.
The Pinkling giggled. “I think he’s trying to tell you something.”
“Are you serious?” She groaned.
He was very serious! Mama’s health was always serious.
So he stomped his little foot and pointed to the bed again.
Mama sighed, and finally—FINALLY stopped fighting sense. “All right, all right.” She muttered, going back up to her bed. “If it’ll make you happy.”
And an hour later when she was getting much needed sleep and he was perfectly warm and cozy in her arms?
He was.
Chapter 5: Sleeby Baby
Summary:
Chaton lists his favorite places to sleep.
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The Box was Best Place.
It had his toys! And different feeling fabric pieces for him to curl up in or hide under if he was feeling cold. Nice enough to keep him warm but light and "aree" enough he didn't feel trapped. He could make himself a little nest! And it made him feel better with the walls all around him. No matter which way he turned, his back was to a wall and it was just comforting to have it there. Safe? Safe.
It was also super nice when the Friends Inside were around. Sometimes they got to visit from Grand Pa Fu!
Sometimes they got to take naps together.
The Box was big enough for all of them, which Chaton liked. Because they all got to nap together! Playing was fun and the Box was good for playing. But sometimes he got tired out and it was nice to get to sleep, too.
His Bed was Best Place.
Mama made it for him! A basket with soft pillows! And comfy blanket. The nicest feeling blanket! Perfect for curling up in when it was cold. A cozy spot just for him. Filled with Mama's warmth which made it even cozy-er.
Sometimes Pinkling will sleep with him, too. That was kind of nice. He didn't mind sharing. Though she didn't want anyone to know for some reason. Something about a "rep-yu-tay-shun" with the other Friends.
But sometimes? When it was just them? She made a good bed buddy. And the Bed made a Best Sleeby Place.
His Sunny Spot was Best Place.
It was in a perfect position where Mister Sunbeam shine-ed through Mama’s window onto this one place on the floor. Warmth and Sunbeam. No covers needed. Covers were nice when it was cold, but when it wasn't and he wanted a nap, Mister Sunbeam was perfect for giving heat without weight.
Chaton liked to pull pillows over to make a nest and relax with Mister Sunbeam till it went away.
The Mister Sunbeam wasn’t always around though. Some days were cloudy or rainy. So he enjoyed it on the afternoons he could, dozing in the warmth and sunlight while Mama was away or doing her home work—which seemed like a silly name since it was for school.
Just one of many wandering thoughts he had while dozing.
…Mama was *Best* Best Place.
More than his Box, Bed, or Mister Sunbeam, he loved being with her.
Sometimes she let him lie on her lap. While she was looking through magy-zeens and drawing pretty clothes. Sometimes while she was reading a book. She’d give him pets and scritchies! Comb through his hair. Play with his ears. Just letting him know she knows he’s there.
Sometimes she let him rest on her head or shoulders. When she was working on a project and needed her hands. When she was sewing or crocheting. And no matter where he was in his dreams, there was a gentle rhythm of click clack soothing him, reminding him that she was there when he wakes up.
Sometimes she held him cozy in her arms. When she was watching a movie or playing a game on her cushy chair. When she was sitting in her bed and getting there but not quite sleepy herself. Maybe still playing on her phone or messaging her friends, the light shining a bit to keep the dark away till she was sleepy enough to join him in dreams.
No matter which way or what she was doing, he loved sleeping close to her.
Pinkling said it’s ‘cause of Mama’s magic “re-charge-ing his bat-trees”.
He doesn’t understand all of it, but Chaton agrees that Mama is magic. She’s warm. She’s warm and happy and she makes him feel warm and happy whenever he’s around her.
So whenever he can, he always chooses his *Best* Best Place.
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