Marinette went to school, her eyes darting about nervously.
"Heya Alya." She grinned. The girl smiled shakily.
"Hey, Marinette!" Alya responded, her voice abnormally low. "I'm sorry, not feeling well, like myself." Chloe pushed Marinette, sniggering.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Chat Noir's playtoy." The blonde smirked, "I hear your pregnant." Adrien, stepping closer to Marinette, narrowed his eyes so they looked like cat slits.
"Actually, Chloe, instead of acting like the bitch you are, maybe you should think beforehand, because Chat was merely looking after Marinette. You see, we kept it a secret from my dad, but... Marinette and I... We had a thing going on." Chloe winced, and Sabrina scowled at Adrien. However, the bluenette smiled, cheerfully, and held on to Adrien's arm, gazing adoringly in his eyes.
The snow fell down from the clouds, and the next day Marinette was greeted by a sheepish Adrien, who tapped on the bakery door lightly.
"Mrs Cheng, Mr Doupen, can we have a word?" He asked, and Marinette was left to feed Eleanor in her room. She was grateful for her parents' support, although when her mother recommended breastfeeding, she honestly never really thought it would be.. Awkward.
"Marinette, you're in danger." She screamed, and flung her shoe across the room.
"Jack, it's you!" She hissed, "you perverted freak!" She pulled her top up, and Jack turned crimson.
"I didn't look!" He promised, covering his eyes.
"Adr-" He covered her mouth with his hand.
"Look, I know you hate me, but I honestly- Pitch swore he'd hurt you if I went near you again, and I- I couldn't bear to lose you, I mean-" She pulled away, and he looked rejected, but also at an understanding with her.
"I loved you! You were everything to me!" She snapped. Jack approached her carefully, "Stay away, just- Stay away!" She shrieked, black ice protruding from her fingertips. The movement made the winter spirit jolt, and footsteps could be heard from the stairs.
"Calm down-" He started, but panic filled her. The power took a hold of her, she couldn't see, feel, talk.
It was like she was under water, muffled and afraid.
Her body sunk under the pressure.
Her eyes rolled back to reveal pure whites.
"Mari, it's me. It's alright, listen to me, come back to me, sweetheart." Adrien's soft, gentle voice reached her. She sat up.
She was laying in bed, a cold compress pressed to her forehead. The covers were tucked under her chin, and although Adrien was there, it wasn't Adrien sitting in front of her.
Nor was it Chat Noir.
Well, it had to be, didn't it?
Just... Wearing white.
"Chat Noir?" She whispered.
"Nope, don't know who he is. Or was, in this case, I should say." She moved to a sitting position, "It's almost half the time I see you you're either in bed or passed out. Live a little." He pulled her up, and his hands roamed her body.
"What happened to you?" Her voice shook.
"Nothing." He snapped, and Marinette recoiled. He handed her a bag. "Put this on." She eyed the bag nervously.
"Why?"
"Because you're my slut." He answered, "You do as I say." Something in his eyes told her not to mess with him; not now. Her phone went off, and she swiped it off the side, answering it.
"I'm fine. No, seriously, I'm with Chat."
...
She blushed, giggling.
"I'm not doing any more addition, or multiplication."
...
"No, I'll ask Chat." She gave him puppy dog eyes, mouthing the words: Can we?
...
"Sorry, Alya, but I didn't have any idea." Marinette sighed.
...
"Ugh, Chaton, you're not being fair," She whispered, "I'm sorry- I do care! You're awesome."
...
Marinette coughed, and she shook her head.
Chat smiled, and he pressed the bag to her chest. She sighed, peering in, and gasped. She blushed. She took the clothes out; a short, red dress that would reach above her knee, showing plenty of skin.
"Put it on." He told her, "We're going to a nightclub."
"Wait, what?" She asked.
"Put the dress on." He repeated, his eyes gleaming red.
She screamed.
"Stay away from me!" A dark mask covered his eyes, a smirk crossed his face.
"But you're his girlfriend," The voice mused, "You can't certainly want to leave him? If you insist... Daughter." She gripped Chat's arm, and he turned around.
"Chat, come back to me!" Gabriel walked through her door, his eyes narrowed.
He crossed over to Adrien, and he checked his body thoroughly.
"Are you okay, Miss Doupen-Cheng?" He asked, and she nodded, pale.
"Dad, leave me alone." Adrien snapped.
"Hawkmoth akumatized Adrien, Mr Agreste." She sighed, and narrowed her eyes.
"No, he didn't." He answered, swearing.
"Who else did?" She challenged, and then she glowered.
"Not Hawkmoth." He replied weakly. "Pitch. Pitch Black."
She turned around, and she then looked at Jack, who swore.
"Not Pitch- Marinette, whether you hate me or not, Pitch will kill you, especially if Adrien is under his control."
"Wow, sensitive." Marinette snarled. Gabriel led Jack by the arm in order to stop a fight, and Marinette crossed her arms. Adrien, who was breathing heavily by now, decided to take matters in to his own arms. He pressed his lips to hers, his hands sliding the jacket off of her. His hands tugged at her, she had lost all sense of control, his tongue darting a dance around her own. He backed her against the wall, his eyes showing former emotions that she thought akuma victims lacked. One thing was certain- she didn't care about anything so long as he loved her.
"Do you love me?" He asked, and she nodded, her eyes on his.
Trust him.
The nightclub was full of loud, blaring music. She stayed close to Chat, not wanting him to let her go. His arm was draped around her waist, a casual- yet possessive- gesture that made half the men there glare at him. When the young blonde, akumatized boy had decided to, in short, annoy everyone, he silenced everyone with by throwing his glass on the floor. He stood up, and kneeled by ,Marinette, holding out a ring.
"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature's changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."
She looked at him, slightly confused, and the other girls all gushed when he opened a box. Indirect to every other guy, she suddenly realised her past conversation with Chat, about her wishing that a guy would read a poem out as a proposal. He looked at her through his lashes, and she squealed, literally jumping up.
"Yes!" She screamed, and he slid the emerald ring on her finger, pulling her in his arms, and kissed her passionately.