Little idea I had on the way home: What if Marinette at some point had started practicing anatomy (of course for more dynamic poses with her sketches) and decided that her lovely kitty-cat would be an amazing muse!
Marinette has trouble with drawing, and Chat Noir finds out about her little masterpieces.
It goes something like this!:
The Bluenette groans into her fists, back curling into her table as she lays her aching head down. Messy papers, eraser residue on the table, and pencil shavings on the floor. Least to say, Marinette is a mess.
After a few minutes of moaning in agony, she lifts her head up and grabs the pencil she once left. "Okay, Mari, you have to practice. How are you going to improve if you can't draw a simple pose?" She whispered to herself.
The lead of the pencil glides across the paper, her eyes focused as she continues to do sketches with simple shapes before slowly building up the features of a familiar kitty. She stares at the paper below her, poses of her hero-partner leaping off buildings, fighting poses, and flinging himself on his baton.
She's starting to think that maybe she isn't drawing for the purpose of improvement but for her own enjoyment now. Though that idea drifts away as she groans again, crumpling the paper in infront of her in sheer rage. "It still looks wrong!" she whimpers
A small knock on her trapdoor caught her attention away from her whines; it gently opened as two black twitching cat ears peeked inside, golden hair following with those oh-so-familiar emerald eyes.
Marinette said, more in annoyance and questioning than welcoming, if ever. The cat falls onto her bed with a small "oomf" sound. He lies flat on his stomach as he stares at the girl with the silliest smile.
"Why, hello there, Cherie!" The cat grins, sitting up straight as he slides down the ladder of Marinette's bed. The Bluenette rolls her eyes, leaning against her chair as she feels Chat Noir snake his arms onto her shoulders. He stands right behind her, leaning onto her for support as his head is beside hers.
His eyes scan her desk, messy, unorganized, and with a lot of paper. "You know, Mousey-nette, wasting paper is bad for the environment!" he pointed out like a proud little kid. Marinette huffed. She pressed her fingers onto her forehead with a small groan. "God, just take my ability to draw kitty; I hate it."
As Marinette continued to whine into her hands, Chat gently released her shoulders and stood straight. He looks around the room as his eyes follow the crumpled papers on the floor. He picks it up, careful not to claw it apart.
He unravels the crumpled sketch, eyes slowly widening as he sees the drawings of what seems to be him. His claw scratches against the linework of his suit, the way his tail floats in the breeze of the drawing, and the dashing smile that Marinette somehow captured so perfectly.
Marinette suddenly stops her whining, spinning her chair as she sees Chat Noir in awe. With one hand over his mouth and another holding a recently ruined sketch she did, Chat's eyes gaze over to hers with small tears building up near the corners of his eyes.
Before she could speak, Chat wraps her in a tight hug. Lifting her up from her chair and spinning her around with a soft giggle as Marinette shouted for him to put her down. "You mangy stray! Put me down, dammit!" she whines helplessly as Chat Noir smiles at her.
"You drew those, right? Gosh, princess, they're wonderful."
Marinette was taken aback; his voice was so soft, so gentle. The way his pupils were wide, staring right at her. His tail wrapped around her thigh with his ears slightly twitching more than they used to. Marinette sighed with a soft blush on her face. "Yeah, thank you, I suppose..."
Chat Noir puts her back on her chair before getting some random big luggage at the side of Marinette's bedroom. Pulling it infront of her as he plops himself on it and poses.
"Draw me again, like one of your French girls."
Marinette just stares for a second. Chat Noir had his legs crossed, arm on the luggage he sat on, as he slightly leaned back with his head tipping upwards.
The Bluenette howls in laughter, the Cat following suit as she nodded. Picking up her sketchbook as she stared right back into those emerald eyes.
And that's how she knew she picked the right muse.
AUTHOR NOTES:
Hiya!!! I hope you guys like this short drabble I've done. Recently I've been drawing a lot of Chat Noir! which inspired this. I've also been learning French for around 2 weeks now! which is an amazing experience.
a few more things! If you've noticed the pet name "Mousey-Nette" I really like this HC of when Chat Noir found out Marinette was a Miraculous holder (Multimouse). He started incorporating "mouse"-inspired pet names with the many others that he has prepared for his princess!
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