A/N this is my take on a transition fic, inspired by a tumblr post/art work by marinettecheng. Idk much about Trans people and how transitions happen…. But I do support them wholeheartedly. So, please read this piece of crap (or don't, your choice :P) and r&r! ~Miss maiu
She took a deep breath. She- no he was going to do it. He was going to tell him. He was no longer Marinette. He was Marc. Marcus Dupain-Cheng. He was already 4 months on testosterone. He got a haircut, and his binder was on. Yep, there's no going back, and Chat had to be the first to know, outside his family and the Cesaires. Would he still have feelings? Not quite likely, but at least he would still be her- no his partner. Thank god it was still summer vacation.
Marc looked at his encouraging kwami. He took another deep breath.
"Tikki, spots on!"
Adrien was just finishing the last page of chapter 21 of Pride and Prejudice when he when he noticed it was time for patrol. He sighed, placing his book on his table. He gets up and stretches. He frowns, remembering his Lady's unusual behavior, for the past couple of months. He can't help but notice that Ladybug's voice was sounding a little different, as well. He'd ask her today, after patrol. He called for his cheese obsessed kwami.
"C'mon Plagg, claws out!"
Ladybug stood on top the Eiffel tower, his now short, jet black hair glowing blue in the night time light of the illuminated city below. He was anxious, yes, but the beauty of Paris calmed him a bit. Not only that, he could feel Tikki's silent encouragements radiating from his earrings. He really did need the fresh air. He sighed. That tomcat should be here any minute. His heart felt like it would pound out of his chest, and he could feel himself sweating under the magic spandex. One last deep breath. Inhale. Exhale.
Blond locks flew haphazardly in the air. Chat stopped on top of a terrace, noting it was the Boulangerie Patissiere. His mind wandered to his cute, albeit a bit awkward classmate. Only, she wasn't always like that, at least not in front of Chat, or the other students. He wondered if she still disliked him… nah she was probably just anxious because she admired his father. But oh, how much he wished she would open up to Adrien, though her stuttering had decreased. He shook his head. He was getting late to patrol, so he set of. The wind felt amazing on his face, and a feeling of pure, unadulterated freedom spread over him. One last leap. His baton extended to the top, and he landed with all the grace of his namesake. There stood his lady, but something felt off. Ladybug turned around. He forgot how to breath.
