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Marinette blinked herself awake from feeling a slight pressure on her chest, something more than just her blanket. She opens her eyes with a wide yawn, seeing her mom standing at her bedside with a cheeky smile. Sabine’s hand is gently placed on her daughter’s chest, fingers playfully groping a perky boob under the covers. She stretches slightly, arching her back to get it crack just a little as Mama kisses her cheek and continues the gentle fondling. Marinette tries to say good morning, but only a tiny sound of pleasure escapes her.
“Mama!” she blushes slightly while stifling the moan, only to be met with a classic roll of the eyes from the older woman. Marinette barely puts any strength into slapping her hands away, but Sabine retracts regardless, rewarding her daughter for sitting up with a peck on the lips.
“Your alarm rang fifteen minutes ago, sweetie. You’ll be late to school again!” her mom chides without any real scolding behind it, taking a step back and helping her up. Tikki is hiding just above Marinette’s closet—out of sight and out of mind—so she accepts the offered hand and stands to drag herself over to the bathroom. “Your dad has made some amazing new sweet rolls, honey! It’s his special filling! Want one for breakfast?” Sabine asks excitedly and with a charming smile.
Her daughter pauses for a moment, running a hand through her messy hair and hopelessly trying to straighten it out a bit. She sighs deeply, rolling her eyes for a moment before thinking to herself, and finally relenting. “…maybe I’ll try one bite. But tell him not to overdo it, okay?” Marinette asks with a tinge of warning in her tone, to which Mama just laughs before climbing down the trapdoor and leaving her to get ready for school.
Tikki zips over to her, sitting on the girl’s bare shoulder and lending a metaphorical hand with her morning routine. She tilts the bathroom sink tap over to lukewarm water instead of cold, fetches Marinette’s toothbrush and carefully holds the girl’s hair out of the way until she’s done brushing her teeth and spits the toothpaste back out, rinsing her mouth with water.
It’s a normal day in her normal life…Ladybug’s secret identity aside, of course. Maman could have just woken her up normally instead of getting touchy, and Papa definitely made an entire new batch of cream rolls for her breakfast, but she had asked them to help her used to those sorts of things. It was far from a big deal anyway, and she might as well try and acclimate herself a little more to what everyone else was already used to. Marinette stifles another yawn, heading over to her laptop and lovingly staring at her wallpaper of pictures with Adrien, all of them either from their couple of dates, or hangouts with their other friends. It’s still a little surreal, but far from the worst thing in the world. Just normal, at least so says everyone else.
She’s kind of gotten used to it, and the whole new rhythm of common sense people are running on can certainly be fun…but Marinette hasn’t fully adjusted herself. Thankfully she’s not alone, since she and Adrien are very much in the same little debacle on trying to figure things out together. She smiles at the photos of him hanging on her little collage board, where she keeps the official Adrien material from his photoshoots. Not to be the horny teenager that she absolutely is, but he looks good, and that’s her boyfriend! Life is certainly a ruckus, but aside from Hawkmoth’s villains, nothing much is going wrong as of yet…and she’s pretty sure Ladybug and Chat Noir can handle it if most of them end up being like Stoneheart, Stormy Weather or Animan.
Marinette starts climbing down the trapdoor to get to the kitchen with just slippers, as her shoes are being kept near the front door due to how often she forgets them. Tikki buzzes at her side, and clears whatever part of Kwami biology passes for a throat. “Ahem. Aren’t you forgetting something, Marinette?” the little goddess asks sweetly. She makes a mental note of things. Her schoolbag is downstairs, her purse got tossed on the kitchen counter last afternoon after Adrien came over, and she hasn’t taken her Miraculous off since she day she got it, for obvious reasons. Tikki stares at her for a moment, before sighing deeply. “…your clothes, Marinette!” she scolds lightly, and the girl blinks down at herself, blushing beet red.
Right, clothes. Which she currently wasn’t wearing. Pajamas, even. To go downstairs and get breakfast with her parents without them thinking she’s gotten too comfortable in her new lifestyle. Cream-filled sweet rolls she was willing to tolerate and even felt a tiny bit curious about, but she really shouldn’t give them any other ideas! They definitely meant well…but had a hard time syncing up to what she considered to be slowly expanding her comfort zone. Light boob pokes were fine so far, but thinking about Maman or Papa doing anything else as a morning family-bonding activity…yeah, not yet. Maybe someday though, if Chloe miraculously flipped a switch and stopped being a total bitch in class! About as likely as hell freezing over, but technically not impossible. She was keeping an ‘open mind’ after all, just like miss Bustier always suggested.
Marinette yanked a clean set of clothes from her closet, and figured she might as well get dressed in the usual floral t-shirt, black polka-dotted blazer and pink rolled-up jeans. Nothing wrong with sticking to the classics, and it wasn’t like anyone else didn’t show up to school in the same outfit every day. Adrien at least had the excuse of not wearing anything else because his outfit was a brand statement! She rolls her eyes at the impending parental support and heads downstairs, plopping herself down at the kitchen counter just as a plate of mini sweet rolls is placed under her nose. Papa smiles excitedly at her, and barely resists the urge to pull Marinette into a hug…only due to the specks of flour, batter and white cream still stuck on his apron.
“Good morning, my baby girl! I made you a fresh batch to try, Marinette! I think you’re going to absolutely love them!” he exclaims loudly, and she musters a smile. It can’t possibly be as bad as she thinks, and he’d be so happy if she just took one bite… What was the harm, really?
Marinette carefully picks up one of the small sweet rolls, careful not to put too much pressure on the already-overflowing snack. Maman smiles encouragingly from over at the sink, gesturing for her to go ahead and try it. “C’mon sweetie! Your daddy was very excited to make them for you!” Sabine beams in assurance, and her daughter nods along to the words. She can see that, given how the one in her hand seems just about ready to burst.
Nonetheless, Marinette decides that she should at least give Papa the benefit of the doubt, carefully biting into the roll. It’s extremely creamy; the filling practically explodes in her mouth as her teeth penetrate the soft outer shell. She actually allows the taste a chance to impress, and it’s quite good, much to her surprise! Chewy like a thin bubble gum, but definitely sweet as advertised and very flavorful! A few months ago, she’d be completely disgusted at the idea of so much as entertaining this particular thought, but now that she’s adjusted a bit better to how this version of her world works…Marinette finds herself liking the damn things.
Papa immediately dashes to her side as soon as she swallows her bite down, seeing her unconsciously lick her lips in enjoyment. “I knew you’d adore them! Sabine, look! She’s eating it! She loves it!” Tom erupts cheerfully, electing a laugh out of her mom. He smiles proudly, preening as Sabine gives a small clap at his supreme baking skills, and Marinette saves herself from either confirming or denying anything by plopping the other half of the roll into her mouth, licking up the cream filling that had leaked onto her finger.
Eventually though, after the second and third, it’s pretty clear that Papa wants an actual answer from her. She settles on honesty, the best policy! Superhero identities aside, of course! “I did like them! It’s…” Marinette smiles to herself bashfully, averting her gaze and trying not to blush. “It’s not what I expected at all. I still can’t believe I ate more than one!” she says in genuine disbelief, as Maman takes a glance at the clock and quickly packs the four of the remaining sweet rolls into a small plastic bag.
“Here honey, give one to each of your friends! I’m sure at least Alya is going to be delighted!” Sabine teases her with a smug grin, picking up the last one and gleefully eating it while holding eye contact with Papa. They both light up at the gesture, and Maman figures she’s committed some horrible crime deserving of further teasing. “And if you ever want to get some from the source, baby, I really don’t mind.” Great, because that’s exactly what she needs to hear after just having eaten breakfast!
“Eww, mom! Gross!” Marinette protests playfully, pinching her nose as if having caught wind of a bad smell. “You’ve got better chances with Ladybug than me!” she bites right back at Sabine, though there’s no real bark behind the sentiment. It’s not like her parents are pushy, they just like to mess with her ever since they realized their teenager is snarky when annoyed. The three Dupain-Chengs all laugh to each other, and Marinette accepts the small bag of sweet rolls with a slight blush, trying not to concentrate too much on where their filling originated from. They were tasty, and it was fairly normal, at least for a family of bakers. While the source didn’t appeal to her at all, she’d still rank them in her top-ten list of favorite breakfast options. Without telling Papa, obviously. It would go to both his heads…
She grabs her purse and bag, puts on her shoes, and promptly begins the daily mad dash of two entire city blocks, racing against her greatest archnemesis! Sorry Monsieur Mothballs, the first bell was Ladybug’s true enemy! Miraculously enough, she made it through the courtyard, up the stairs and crashed through the classroom door just in time! Less fortunately, Marinette had ended up barreling face-first into miss Bustier’s breasts. She doesn’t realize until her teacher politely clears her throat, momentarily overcome by the sudden warmth of the closest human body part to fluffy pillows. Let it never be said that Marinette Dupain-Cheng will waste any chance for a quick power-nap! …except when the person she’s napping on jolts her awake not five seconds after closing her eyes.
Thankfully, miss Bustier doesn’t seem angry with her at all, only gently nudging her student’s face out of her bosom and giving the bluenette a sympathetic smile. “You’re not late,” she affirms in a comforting voice, ignoring the way that the teen blushes furiously as she realizes exactly what happened. “And it’s okay, Marinette. Just…well, try not to knock the wind out of me next time, please.” That’s all she gets for living out Kim’s dreams, even momentarily. A figurative slap on the wrist and soft pat on the head as she’s released from miss Bustier’s grasp. Just as she’s about to go to her seat, the teacher seems to reconsider something, and after waiting a moment to see if Marinette is going to move or not—she’s not dumb enough to pass on riling up Kim again—Caline gently pulls her student back in for a quick hug, letting the girl’s head rest between her breasts. A couple seconds later, the bluenette is once again let go of, and dismissed with the tiniest tap on the corner of her butt.
As expected, Kim hollers a loud boo like he’s watching a game of rugby, and Alix promptly shuts him up with a flick of the wrist. She may or may not be holding a certain sensitive part of his, but as long as it’s not disrupting class, that’s nobody else’s business. That’s completely normal, even if Marinette still sometimes struggles to adjust to it. She slides up to Adrien—who’s switched seats with Alya again, her best friend only waving from underneath Nino’s desk—and smiles at her boyfriend.
He blushes a little at seeing her again, and Marinette takes the chance to plant a kiss on his lips in lieu of saying good morning. It’s still completely insane to her that she can just do that, but Adrien takes absolutely no issue with it. Especially because they’re dating now, but even back when they were just good friends, she tended to be his favorite to fool around with during what limited free time was available. Nino still got playfully grumpy about their competition, but Marinette was only surpassed by Ladybug in the blonde’s eyes! Well, so he’d bashfully exclaimed after Alya pressed him about it one day, but he hadn’t actually approached Paris’ heroine for anything untoward between her and a civilian. Marinette would know if that were the case!
She tilts her head ever so slightly, requesting permission to hop into his lap, and Adrien gladly pats a spot for her to sit on. The bluenette immediately does so, cuddling into her boyfriend even as Chloe rolls her eyes in exasperation at the adorable sight. The heiress foregoes any comments about them being so sweet they’d give her diabetes, since neither girl was willing to get into an argument and have miss Bustier put them in a room until they apologized. One time of Kiss and Make Up was more than enough, and that wouldn’t change under any circumstances!
Turning back to Adrien, she snuggles him a little more before giving him another playful kiss. “Happy birthday,” Marinette murmurs, waiting to see his smile widening before she kisses him again, this time just a little deeper. They haven’t gone very far together—just a little bit of making out and hesitantly pawing at each other—but she loves him all the same, ever since his umbrella closed over her head.
He eventually cups her cheek, kissing her back with a blush on his face as she feels something stir under her thigh. As much as she’d want to just tuck her hand into his pants for a bit, the mere thought sends Marinette reeling in embarrassment. In lieu of any bold actions, she settles into his lap in preparation for the rest of the lecture, exchanging a kiss or two every now and again as miss Bustier claps her hands to get their classmate’s attention. Alya’s head pops back up as she climbs into her seat next to Nino, pridefully grinning at his satisfied expression. Kim lets out a groan of disappointment as both of Alix’s hands return above the desk, and Juleka startles slightly, helping Rose up from her knees and making space for the blonde to sit beside her.
Those are obviously not the only flings going on in class, but not everyone has the energy to fool around at eight in the morning. A sleepy Sabrina is the perfect example of this, since she definitely hadn’t stayed up all night at Chloe’s place to do homework. Still, what the heiress of Paris, a pair of expensive Ladybug and Chat Noir cosplay costumes, and a custom-made baton toy in Sabrina’s hands were doing at Hotel Grande Paris was nobody’s business, unless they wanted Chloe to start screeching like a banshee again. Talk about being in denial…
“So…did you get me a present?” Adrien winks playfully, kissing her cheek and snapping her back into reality. He’s not actually demanding anything; everyone just seems to love getting a rise out of the one girl whose default response to anything normal is turning beet red and stammering out half the dictionary before getting the words right.
Marinette blushes heavily, knowing exactly how her words are about to sound. “Ah…yes, I did! But it’s still at home… I wanted to give it to you this afternoon…when we’re done with school.” Yup, definitely a completely sentence that doesn’t imply or insinuate anything forward or inappropriate about the gift in question! A perfect way to explain she’d patched together a handmade scarf for Adrien to wear during the winter! Totally not a complete disaster!
Chloe must’ve sensed her panic, and decides to ruin her day further by perking up at the bluenette’s words, absentmindedly petting Sabrina’s hair as the ginger sleeps in her lap, glasses carefully placed onto the desk and out of the way. If anyone ever actually confirmed to her that Chloe was this affectionate, the blonde girl would personally break every bone in their body, so Marinette had learned not to pry into their relationship. “Oh, please! If Adrien wanted a special birthday present, he should be asking me! I’m obviously better than some baker girl, right Adrikins?” she pouts in what might pass for adorable, if the thing attempting to appear so was actively running for the title of Paris’ Biggest Brat!
Adrien sighs so loud his lungs nearly collapse, and that is absolutely saying something considering his physique. “…Chloe, you’re practically family to me. Do I look like Felix to you?” he narrows his eyes at the other blonde, who blinks in confusion for a moment. She mouths yes, duh, but doesn’t give any verbal response. “Besides, Marinette and I are taking things slow. I’m just happy she got me a gift to begin with, seeing as yours got lost in transit,” he chuckles under his breath.
The heiress of Paris gapes at him like a fish, flushing bright red and averting her gaze. “I told you it was those damn delivery guys! Too busy screwing around to ship it on time!” she intones defensively, but he obviously doesn’t believe a word, just rolling his eyes teasingly.
Marinette pumps her fist in triumph, kissing her boyfriend deeply until they both need to part for air right in front of the blonde girl’s face. Chloe is completely aghast, but neither she nor the bluenette get a chance to speak, since miss Bustier loudly clears her throat. “As entertaining as this is, we have a lecture to get to. Happy birthday as well, Adrien. If you’d like a small present from me, feel free to stop by my office once classes are out,” she smiles kindly, pausing to let the chorus of happy birthday pass them over as their classmates decide to pay attention today. Marinette doesn’t miss what’s been insinuated, but it’s nothing out of the ordinary. The choice is Adrien’s; she isn’t about to get upset just because someone more experienced wanted to give him their own present for his birthday. She’s definitely not jealous, not in the slightest!
Her boyfriend’s eyes light up at the idea, and he does seem to consider it for a moment, exchanging a glance with her before turning back to miss Bustier. “Uh…that depends on if Father needs me home right away…but if I do come, can I bring Marinette too?” Adrien asks politely, to which he receives a smile and an affirmative nod. Right, okay. Never mind, now she has other things to worry about! Primarily, her ridiculously attractive teacher whose boobs she crashed into not twenty minutes ago, and was allowed to stay there by said teacher for a little bit after the fact. The teacher whose favorite student she definitely was, since that’s been reinforced time and time again when miss Bustier needed to put someone in charge temporarily. Marinette was always her pick, despite Chloe technically still being class president from last year. A completely normal thing to be concerned about, as far as everyone else knows.
She still feels a slight tingle under her jeans at the thought, filing it away for later. Miss Bustier smirks and starts her lecture just like any other day, with Marinette still huddling in Adrien’s lap. They’d discuss it during break; Caline wasn’t ever going to give them ideas outside of what they were comfortable with, but she would probably be open to a couple things boys like Kim would bet his entire life savings on. All twenty-two euro and fifty-one cents, to be precise. “Now then! Class, please open your textbooks to page hundred and seven! We’re resuming Free Use 101!” miss Bustier called out, and the sound of turning paper filled the classroom as Marinette snuggled further into Adrien’s arms, figuring she could worry about all that later.