Vanity (Felix Graham De Vanily x Marinette's Older Sister! Reader) | ✔️

Chapter 10

Y/n shook the boy in black awake, she was completely dressed in new clothes. No doubt for school. Oh, the blonde had forgotten about school and home and Felix. He groaned, wishing to return to sleep.

"Come on, Chat. Are you really that tired?" She pressed, peeling the blanket from the tired kitty's face.

He gave a sullen nod, she patted his head.

"You can rest here for as long as you like, if your Kwami gets hungry feel free to feed him anything he likes or just text me, here I'll write my number down on a paper and leave it on my desk. Have a nice sleep Chat," She said, her bag now in hand. She shut the door as quietly as she could to let her new friend in leather sleep.

She told Marinette goodbye and headed downstairs, her sister's bag untouched.

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Chat never truly went immedietly back to sleep, at first. He tossed and turned for a while, Y/n seemed a bit tired. Little bags rested under her eyes when she left that morning. The blonde was worried for her, he tossed and turned for hours. Finally deciding to get out of bed and grab her some coffee. But, there was only one issue, he didn't what kind of coffee she liked. It was about lunch time for the 10th graders, so Chat decided to bother Y/n for a few seconds. He added the number to his staff's contacts and struck up coversation.

Heyy Y/n! What kind of Coffee do you like?

This is shat btw.

Shat*

Sat**

Chat***

Sorry about that Princess.

Princess <3

It's no problem blondie, I like f/d ofc! Why?

Just curious, no reason.

He smiled, placing his staff back in place on his costume and leaping out of Y/n's window to the nearest Cafe. Stella Luna a Parisian favorite for celebrities. Calm and quiet.

"Hello there!" He said happily popping into the little store with a cozy aesthetic and hardly any costumers, "I'd like one f/d in your largest size."

It was obvious he'd never gotten coffee in a shop before, he had a chef after all, and the man had worked there for so long he knew just what Adrien wanted by looking at him. The woman squealed, taking the black cat's order as quickly as she could with a gigiantic grin.

She twirled her hair between her fingers, red in the face.

"Where are you off too?" She chatted, prepping the coffee behind the counter.

"I just need something to keep me up while I patrol, I saw this Cafe and decided to give it a try. But, I have to hurry soon.I can't be late." He said sternly, he could waste no time chatting with this girl. Especially since Y/n lookd so tired this morning.

She handed him the cup, and a little bag with a few fresh cookies.

"I'm such a big fan, can I take a picture with you?" She asked.

"Ah, I'm sorry. I'm in a rush to get somewhere today like I already said, but next time I'd love too!"

"Oh, okay.." The female sulked.

"Thanks so much for the coffee, have a good day!" He called out, leaving the premises to make his way back to Y/n's family's bakery.

"Mr. Dupain, do you have any chocolate croissants on hand? I need about five as soon as possible, if you could sir! I'm in a big rush," The cat hurried, bouncing up and down with excitement. Finally, Y/n would get her coffee and he could see her again

"You're in luck, Mr. Noir. I have some just made fresh, 5 chocolate crossiants on the house, hurry now! Don't want to be late." Mr. Dupain was a kind man, he handed the cat the bag.

"Thanks again, sir! I'll pay you back later," He shouted from outside, heading to another rooftop and dashing towards school.

Chat landed on top of the building, sliding down the green rafters in excitement. He spotted the h/c-nette as she walked out the classroom, two boys accompanying her. One familiar, Luka Couffaine and the other a new face. His hair was a shade of gray, the roots black and the rest faded. He wore a black SlipKnot hoodie and ripped up black jeans with fishnets and combat boots. Like Luka his nails were painted black and he had piercings.

His hands were around Y/n's waist, his head resting on her shoulder as the girl laughed at Luka busting his ass on the concrete because a red head bumped into him. Chat found her laughs absolutely adorable, but the boy was making him feel irritated. He didn't quite understand the feeling.

(I hate this chapter so much smh)