AN:
This is my first fic, but by far, not my first piece of work. This is the first time I'm "publishing" and sharing with the world my take on things. Comments and the like are welcome. Please no hate, there's enough of that all around.
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Enjoy mes amours!
Adrien POV:
Adrien was having one of the greatest days in a long, long while. He woke up to the sun peeking through his large windows as he lounged on his bed. He lay in his rumpled sheets, a satisfied smile gracing his mouth and an engorged nether region. Just moments before, he was dreaming of his Lady drifting off in his arms after several hours of rolling in the sheets.
After a cold shower and a menial breakfast of cubed fruits, Nathalie informed him that his father would be going out of the country to attend to his business expansion in Asia. Thus, cancelling his photo shoots for the rest of the week with Natalie needing glued to his father's side. He was ecstatic! He could kiss the floor. The previous day, Nino had coerced him into sneaking out this evening to a club he would be playing at. His father being away just made things simpler for him. He could creep out of the mansion as Chat Noir and slip into the night.
By lunchtime, Adrien was confident that his luck was going to run out soon. Nothing akin to his inherent bad luck had killed his mood so far and he was getting anxious. He walked from school to the Dupain-Cheng boulangerie patisserie to grab some croissants for lunch. He had been craving since the last time Marinette had brought some to school.
As he entered, a bell chimed over his head and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng looked up from arranging breads in a basket.
"Bonjour Adrien! What can I get for you" A pleasant smile gracing her features.
"Bonjour Madame Dupain-Cheng! I was just stopping by to get some croissants for lunch" Adrien responded with a grin.
Sabine, however, knew how her daughter admired the young model. Thus, invited him up.
"Wonderful! Marinette just came home for lunch as well! Would you like to join her upstairs? I've made enough to feed an army!"
Adrien laughs at this and hesitates for a moment before smiling gratefully.
"Oui!"
Sabine led him to the door that spiraled upwards towards their apartment and shooed him up. "Merci, madame," he said as he passed her by the door. Adrien was still having a great day, so far.
Sabine was in a wistful state as she closed the door and trotted to her husband working the ovens in the back.
"Tom, I am amazing."
"La cocotte, I've always known that but what makes you so particularly amazing today?"
"Oh Tom, I've set them up. She's going to be delighted and oh so happy. " She sighs, as if in a daze, before slipping out to the front once more.
Tom scratches his head and thinks his woman has gone a little awry,but, none the less chuckles to himself and resigns to ask her about it later.
Adrien feels a pit in his stomach as he climbs the stairs? Is he nervous? He's never been nervous around Marinette. Plagg comes out from his bag and utters with a pout, "Adrieeeen, I thought you were getting me some cheese breads," Plagg whines with an exaggerated pout.
"You hungry cat, I'll get some on the way out."
Plagg scrunches his tiny nose and deepens his pout as he floats by Adrien's shoulder.
He pushes his anxiety away and a pouty Plagg, back into the bag and knocks on the door. When no one responds, he opens it slightly and asks, "Hello? Anyone home? Marinette?" The question echoes as he opens the door wider and surveys the empty space. He observes several dishes on the dining table seemingly untouched.
He hears music coming from above and decides to check on Marinette. He climbs the few steps to her trap door and knocks. Getting no response, Adrien pushes at it and is greeted by a sleeping Marinette and soft music that comes from the computer at her desk. As he walks towards the bed, he notices a red lump right beside Marinette's face. He comes closer and sees it's a cat? No, wait. It's too small to be a cat. It doesn't have whiskers and its dotted just like a -LADYBUG! He barely restrains a shout as the realization dawns on him. Marinette has a kwami! Only Ladybug has a kwami! But, what if it wasn't a kwami? He dashes out of Marinette's room and hurries out of the apartment and down the stairs, back into the bakery.
Sabine sees Adrien and notices he's white as a sheet. Her face quickly contorts into concern as she comes towards him with a bag of goodies in hand.
"Adrien, what's wrong?" She asks.
"Oh, um, I've just remembered that I've got to do some errands before class this afternoon. I-um wasn't able to meet Marinette, I think she was napping in her room. Thank you anyway Madam Dupain-Cheng," he utters in a rush.
As he turns to go, Sabine hands him the bag and smiles. "Thank you for stopping by Adrien. I've put in the cheese breads you're so fond of and a few others. Please come again, I'm sure Marinette would have wanted to spend time with you."
Adrien pinks at the thought and mutters his thanks for her hospitality. He rushes out of the bakery with a wave and more thanks. As soon as he's out the door, he runs to the nearest alley and tries to catch his breath. Holy brie! Marinette! Ladybug! Marinette was Ladybug! The love of his life has been sitting behind him all this time and he's been blind to how obvious it was. He fought crime and flirted with her as Chat Noir. He played video games with her, and, well, not much else as Adrien. But, he still got to interact with her. He groans, thinking of all the time he was with her and he never noticed how similar they were.
It was obvious in the way she stood up for the people Chloe bullied, the fierce glint in her eyes as she took on responsibility, it was all Ladybug in her! Not to mention her physical features, the blue of her eyes, the pink of her kissable lips, the black of her hair- the pigtails! He was such a blind idiot. His lady, his light in the dark, she was real! She was in his school, his class, his life! Oh joy! He couldn't come to grasps with how lucky he was to find his lady. Only, with a foreboding feeling, he would have to keep it a secret from her. His lady valued her privacy and his so that they could keep each other safe from Hawkmoth and his akumatized victims.
Before he could spiral even more into despair over how to complicated his situation is, Plagg dashed out of his bag and attacks the goodies Sabine gave him. Plagg pulls out a cheese bread, no surprise there, and sits down on Adrien's knee as Adrien slides down the alley wall and puts his head in his hands.
"What's got you so down?" Plagg mutters as he muches away on the freshly baked pastry.
"Plagg, I found her."
"WHAT?! YOU FOUND THE BIGGEST CAMEMBERT WHEEL AND GOT IT FOR MOI?"
"Plagg" Adrien mutters with a sigh as he lifts his head. "I found Ladybug."
Plagg deflates a little as he realizes his cheese dreams are put back in a mental file. "Well, I'm not surprised. It's about time you did, since you've been fighting alongside each other for almost a year. It's Marinette Dupain-Cheng."
Adrien bristles at this. "You knew? And you never told me! Plagg, how- what- argh!" He seethes with restrained irritation.
The kwami raises his tiny hands and backs away, "To be fair, it was pretty obvious. I thought you would have figured it out eventually. But, thanks to you loverboy, I get to finally meet my other half after several hundred years,' he sighs and looks off into space with a smile.
Adrien's eyes widen in surprise. "You mean...,"he trails off.
"Yep. Never saw her since the last Ladybug and Chat Noir. After their crime fighting days were done, we weren't needed and The Master guarded us until we were needed once more. They were husband and wife, if I remember discovered each other as Chat Noir and Ladybug, a similar situation like yours and developed from there. Remember how I told you that you and Ladybug more or less complete each other? Works the same way with us kwamis. She's my bestfriend and my soulmate." Plagg sighs and then continues to devour his cheesy prize.
Adrien, lost in his thoughts, imagines Marinette in a white gown walking the long stretch of aisle between them- he blushes and shakes his head at the direction of his thoughts. He never thought of the bond between the kwamis being so in sync with the roles they played as guardians of the miraculouses and the people who use it. Now that he knew how deep Marinette and his fates were intertwined, Adrien firms his resolve with a Chat Noir-esque grin. He's going to make Marinette his, just as Ladybug has made him hers. Marinette wouldn't know what hit her.