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La Passion
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Positive.
The stupid little piece of plastic in her hand read. She had used it not even five minutes ago and already it was spelling out her impending doom.
Marinette threw away the fifth pregnancy test she had used in her small waste basket. Sitting on top of her fuzzy light pink toilet seat cover, she lifted up her grey tank top and examined her toned abdomen.
Nothing but plains of slight muscles and a few healed scars from her constant battles over the years. Nothing to indicate that something was growing inside of her.
Fear was not a word in her vocabulary.
She had been Ladybug for five years and all that time accumulated into what she called her, 'Ladybug strength'
Fear of telling her parents.
Fear of telling her best friend Alya.
Fear of the whole school finding out, especially Chloe who would probably not let her hear the end of it ever.
All these things, she did not fear.
What she feared was telling her Kitty.
She knew that he had money, she knew that if she ever chickened out and decided to give him the child that he would be financially stable. She knew that even if he didn't want the baby that he would still help support her in some way, of course she wasn't looking for money, but just some guidance. And if everything that had made her fall in love with him these past five years had turned out to be a scam then she would gladly kick Hawkmoth's ass and then his and then some and raise the child alone without his help and disappear from his life altogether.
She knew she would not be Ladybug forever and eventually she would have to reveal her civilian identity to him if he planned on becoming a proper father and family with her but today was not the day for those types of thoughts.
Tikki's small hand patted the top of Marinette's hand, giving her a comforting small smile as she then flew to Marinette's stomach and placed her hand there. "I sense life in you. The little one is about five weeks old" she softly spoke.
The weeks. The mention of the age. That had done it for Marinette as hot tears welled up in her eyes and cascaded down her face. She clasped her hands on her mouth to silence her cries not wanting her parents to find out just yet. Tikki frowned, not knowing how to comfort her during this very emotional time in the young teen's life.
Marinette fell asleep in her grey tank top and bubblegum pink boy shorts. Tikki had managed to calm her down and made sure she was comfortable in her bed before flying to the latch of the room's window closest to her desk and flying out needing to visit someone in urgency.
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"No! You're kidding! Right!" a voice boomed with laughter.
"I'm being serious here, Plagg!" Tikki fumed at her fellow kwami, the little black cat tumbled in circles in the air as he laughed.
"How can I not? This is amusing! None of our other masters had ever landed in a predicament like this. Fell in love? Sure! Hated each other guts? Yep, that too! But pregnancy?"
"And were teenagers? No! This is the youngest they've ever been, Plagg!"
"So why are you freaking out and telling me this for? It's their problem to work over, not ours" Plagg sobered up and became serious.
"Not our problem? This is every bit our problem! We're the ones who transform them, we're the ones that told them to hide their secret identities from each other!"
"No, you're the one who said that, I never agreed to it because I don't care if they ever find out. I've never cared if one of our users revealed themselves because we can't be summoned unless the ones we chose are of strong will and heart. Who they choose to tell or not to - they've all been good judgement of characters. All this is amusing to me so let me have that at least, please"
"You're unbelievable. Aren't you worried if they separate?" Tikki asked with a whisper in her tone.
Plagg's cat eyes caught this second of uncertainty and flew to her, putting his forehead against hers, "If you mean, that, then yes I'm worried. I'm scared of what will become of us but nothing has happened yet so don't worry so much about it"
Tikki sighed, closing her eyes, "I can't," she tells him, "It's always been me. I'm always the one to choose the heroine. I'm the good luck and you can't choose the chosen one because you're the bad luck. Yin and Yang are nothing without each other, without you, I'm nothing and without me, you're nothing"
Plagg took her hands in his and kissed them, a serious determination burning in his green eyes, "I promise it'll never come to that. I promise you that, Tikki"
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"Marinette! Dinner's ready!"
"Honey? Are you coming down? Sweetheart?"
Marinette awoke groggy with disheveled hair as she heard her mom call her for dinner. Her mind felt refreshed and at ease but her stomach had something else in mind as she felt it doing flips, rushing to the bathroom again, she dry heaved into the toilet bowl not having enough to vomit.
She barely had anything to eat but everything made her sick. Her heighten sense of smell didn't help either. Flushing the toilet, she washed her hands and made her way downstairs.
Sabine and Tom - her parents were already sitting at their small counter table, the metal and white stool waiting for her as she sat down and noticed that tonight's meal was zhajiangmian, steamed rice, peking duck with hot green tea. She loved it whenever her mom would make chinese dishes that were impossible to find in France and if they were found, it just wasn't the same.
Her mom's cooking was Marinette's comfort. It's what made her feel like a child and at this moment, she didn't want that feeling to go away just yet. She knew that eventually she'd need to grow up even more and tell her parents her tiny little secret that wasn't tiny at all or at least in the coming weeks it wouldn't be.
Marinette took her chopsticks and dug into her thick wheat noodles with grounded pork and salty soybean paste with much joy as her shoulders danced and she absentmindedly started to sway her head side to side as she munched and chewed her food.
Sabine lovingly laughed at her daughter whose enthusiasm never failed to bring a smile to her face. Shaking her head at Marinette's silly antics as they ate together as a family with light conversations about their day.
With a belly full of food, Marinette made her way upstairs again to her room. She was thankful that she was feeling good. Her heart was happy, her brain was content and calm, but her body and hormones were on fire. She felt partially mentally exhausted from her constantly shifting emotions but she knew this was all normal and a part of this new change in her body and the next chapter of her young life.
Something was missing though.
She needed her Kitty's touch.
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Marinette doesn't think she'll ever stop craving his touch. Those crafty hands that set her skin ablaze. Those slender fingers that weaved into every crevice of her being. Those lips made of sin that had claimed her as his own time and time again. Those piercing green eyes that only hungered for her everything. Those eyes that watched her unravel beneath him as they watched her back arch and ungloved hands claw and grip the bedsheets tightly. It was dark with only the moon's light aiding to illuminate their silhouettes in the hotel's grand bedroom.
He again had reserved a room last minute, thankful and so glad that due to his civilian identity's last name, influence and power, he could get just about anything he wanted in an instant without hesitation. The rich respected each other enough for the right price; to not question why a young man such as himself would want to rent a room for the night for himself. The tabloids could say all they wanted but it wasn't like they had proof of him taking up a prostitute or fellow model.
Adrien Agreste wasn't cheap like that.
He'd never stoop that low.
In all honestly, his Lady had caught him by surprise. He was in his room, exercising and doing a couple of pushups before heading to bed when he got a signal from Plagg. She had asked him for a meet up, somewhere where they could 'talk' and he already knew what that meant. Plagg had been annoyed with having to rely the message to Adrien and leaving the nice comfort of their room. Making a quick call to reserve the room, Plagg's usual whines had gone on deaf ears as Adrien transformed making his way to her.
His Lady deserved only the finest things in life and if he could offer her every single diamond in the world, he would. He knew his Lady wasn't materialistic like that and her heart was pure like a maiden's though her body was not. He had made it that way. The most he could do was offer her a warm comfortable bed in a nice room instead of rooftops, cold hard steel, and gravel.
Chat Noir or more Adrien was pretty sure that she knew he had money but never once questioned the how and the why. He seriously loved that about her and it made him all the more starved for her real identity. He hungered for the unattainable, so close yet so very far from his grasp.
He couldn't offer her a wedding ring nor the plea to elope with her because they didn't know who the person behind the mask was. He respected and loved her too much to ruin what they had, this unbreakable bond and immeasurable trust for one another.
"Ahhh!" her sweet moans filled his ears as they danced in this primal rhythm of love and affection. Her hands desperately seeking his arms and shoulders to anchor her down as her chest rose and rose. Beads of sweat from his own hair slowly dripped down onto her body, traveling down her chest. Bending down, he made a trail with his hot tongue on her skin, trying to lick the salty liquid off of her.
"I love you"
"I… love… you"
"I LOVE YOU!"
Came her chants, loud and vocal, breathy and intense.
Adrien Agreste loved this girl.
Adrien Agreste the famed model that represented young Paris.
Adrien Agreste the son of world renowned fashion designer Gabriel Agreste.
Adrien Agreste the so called 'perfect' role model and student.
Adrien Agreste the young man who wasn't as innocent as everyone thought.
Adrien Agreste the 'sidekick' Chat Noir hero to Ladybug's heroine.
Adrien Agreste loved this girl.
No title, no wealth, no reputation to uphold could ever waver his unwavering heart that held so much love for one very special masked girl. As desperate as he was to know her secret identity, to look into those eyes of the girl that made his heart flutter and not be hidden by the darkness of night every time he had her - he respected her wishes. Sometimes it was hard to, it was really, really, incredibly hard to respect her wishes but he lost all trace of logical thinking, all will of his own when he was around her.
His Lady was glowing and it wasn't just the slight moon that helped illuminate the dark room. There was something different about her and he couldn't tell exactly what but she was ethereal.
"More" she begged.
"C-Chat, M-MORE" her voice gaining volume.
What kind of man would he be if he ever denied his Lady what she wanted?
He silenced her cries of want with a rough sloppy kiss, his hand finding hers that was clawing at his chest and intertwining their fingers together, holding their hands together above her head on the pillow. His other hand, with his palm pressed against the soft mattress, was holding his weight above her while her free hand explored his body.
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"Do you have a cat?" Noémie, his friend and usual make-up artist asked while applying concealer on his neck.
"Excuse me?" Adrien asked, slightly titling his head to make eye contact with her as he tried remaining perfectly still in the chair.
"Hiding your hickeys from your father is one thing but a pet?" she raised an eyebrow, "I saw the claw marks on your back when you were changing your belt. Your shirt lifted up a bit" she told him as Adrien smirked.
"It's not really a pet but more of a sweet tiny lady bug" he answered her question vaguely as she smiled, slightly confused but still shaking her head at the young mischievous model.
"Be careful. Insects are dangerous, I bet you've been scratching" she warned, unsure whether she should wink and playfully tease him like usual or genuinely be worried about him.
Adrien shook his head, "Oh, not this one. She's good luck, don't worry. Sure a little rough around the edges but very, very affectionate"
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Done! To be continued.
What were Plagg and Tikki talking about? What is the that?
Will Ladybug ever tell Chat Noir about the pregnancy?
Noémie is just someone I created for the sole purpose of that little interaction. Giving Adrien someone he can actually talk to, an older but still young friend figure while he's working at a photoshoot. At the end she's unsure whether Adrien is referring to a girl or an actual bug. If that was confusing to anyone.
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