Two fics in two days, what is happening? Time for another freshly-backed Mari story; hold on to your hats.

Adrien's POV:

I wasn't generally supposed to go into my father's office without getting permission first, but he'd told me to visit him today, so I thought it'd be fine to just go in without his permission.

I...was very wrong.

"Marinette?" I practically screamed her name as my father sprang back from her.

"A-Adrien?" On instinct, my hands jump to cover my face when she responds.

Sadly, covering my eyes does little to save me from the image that is forever burned into my brain. Marinette and my father, naked and locking lips in his office. She'd been seated on his desk, papers askew as she straddled him with her legs, and he'd had one hand clutching her head while the other had seemed to be fondling her chest. It'd been pretty obvious that whatever they were doing, they'd been doing for a while.

"Adrien, I can explain," Marinette offered, sounding like even she understood how dumb it sounded.

"Oh, can you now?" I spit back, spinning around so I won't have to look at either of them when I uncover my eyes.

"I needed help with my anatomy homework."

I choke on my own spit. "Excuse me?"

My father quickly jumps on this train. "Yes, and I was trying to hel-"

"Do you really think I'm going to buy that shit, you disgusting pedophile? This is disgusting!"

Marinette whimpers, and I glance behind me for a second to see she's put her underwear on and is slipping her bra back on. I nearly gag at the fact that my father, fully dressed but with his tie, glasses, and hair askew, is helping her adjust the straps so that its back on the right way. That's disgusting.

"Adrien-" she protests again as I resituate myself to be facing away from them.

"Son," my father cuts in to try and handle the situation, just like he always tries to handle the press and paparazzi, "you don't understand. Marinette is my newest apprentice, my protegee. I'd go so far as to call her my muse."

"Just like you used to call mom?"

I can tell that leaves him reeling, having the intended reaction I intended, as he sputters out, "Adrien, that's hardly fair. You can't expect me to simply stay single for-"

That's taking it too far. I whirl around, hands balling into fists as I notice gratefully that Marinette now has everything but her shoes on, which she comically drops as she stares in horror at me. I stomp up to my father, throwing my finger into his face.

He gawks at me as I snarl, "I never expected you to stay single. I expected you to not to be...doing whatever the hell you were doing with a child, let alone one of my closest friends! Do you realize your secretary is in love with you? Nathalie would no doubt have been willing and able!" Perhaps that's cruel to say, but I'm too angry to consider Nathalie's feelings in the matter. "And that would have been much less illegal!"

"But there was consent," he protests weakly.

That causes my glare to shift to Marinette, who fearfully "eeps" and drops the shoe she only just picked back up.

"Oh, don't get me started on that. Marinette, why the heck did you consent to being with my father? Were you intending to sleep your way into the fashion world? To be a little slut to get what you want?"

"No!" Marinette chokes out, tears beginning to stream down her cheek.

This upsets my father, if I can even dare to refer to him as such any longer. "That never had anything to do with us getting together. Don't ever imply that about Marinette."

I fold my arms, feeling like some condescending parent that found two teens fooling around. That isn't something I should have to be feeling, especially as a teenager! "She's having sex with my father. What am I supposed to think, besides that she's trading sexual favors for fame? You wanna tell me what the hell I'm supposed to think? Wanna tell me what's actually happening? All you were able to offer me was a pitiful excuse about anatomy homework. Marinette doesn't even take anatomy yet!"

"Look, Adrien, I don't expect you to understand, but-"

"But you have a disgusting crush on a minor? A fourteen-year-old? A girl who is in your son's class?" I whirl back to Marinette. "Did you expect to look me in the eye again after doing this?"

"I-I didn't mean for you to find out," she sobs, hands covering her eyes as my father, still glaring at me, wraps a comforting arm around her.

The entire scene makes me want to puke. "That makes it worse! If you knew it would have to be a secret, you knew it was wrong. This is so messed up. If anyone finds out, this will ruin both of your lives forever."

My father's eyes widen with realization, and he releases Marinette, slowly approaching me like one approaches a wounded wild animal. "Adrien, come on now, let's think rationally-"

"Apparently I'm the only one who is."

"Adrien, please!" Marinette gets off the desk and falls to her knees in front of me. "Please, you can't!"

"I'm calling the cops. I don't want to be involved in this situation any longer."

My father lunges at me, but after all my time as Chat Noir, I'm faster than he ever would be. I easily dodge and go running down the hall, fumbling to get my phone out of my pocket. Before they'd noticed I was there, I'd managed to snap a picture in my incoherent state, and now, I can at least use that as evidence for the police when I-

"Marinette!" My father screams her name, and I skid to a halt as the sound of glass shattering echoes out. "Marinette, no!"

By the time I call the police and they arrive, things have become even more of a mess than I expected. My father is incoherently sobbing as he gets lead out of the house, with the main coherent things that he babbles being "Marinette" and "Emilie." I could care less. He's a disgusting, perverted man, and I couldn't be more relieved to see him finally be taken out. They're going to do a thorough search of the house, but then they'll sort out custody. Nathalie has made it more than clear that she would like to take that position.

However, I am somewhat distressed to find that Marinette Dupain-Cheng, apparently in her grief over being discovered, jumped out the window. I heard the police discussing whether it was a suicide or should be added as a murder charge against my father; apparently they aren't certain which, but something tells me it was suicide.

She was too coward to face the consequences of "getting help on her anatomy homework."

If it's possible, my opinion of her has dropped even further than it already had.

Hope you enjoyed :p I know I did. Tune in next time for more heart warming content ;)