A Christmas Wish

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It was early in the morning, but Adrien didn't want to waste a single second of the day away from Marinette. "This will be the day Plagg." He announced to the black cat Kwami. "I'm going to tell Marinete I love her, don't ask me how, but I'm going to do it." He said, holding two fists up with determination.

"Great, is that before or after you catch up with Ladybug?" Adrien gasped in realisation.

"I forgot I was supposed to meet up with her tonight. Adrien frantically started pacing around his room. "What am I going to do Plagg? I can't just tell Marinette that I need to..." He stopped as he looked at his computer screen. He had been watching the news when Nadja Chamack started running a special story highlighting the past year of Ladybug and Chat Noir. He watched the many times it showed him catching her, the elegant twist she would do as she swung on her yo-yo, Ladybug talking and interacting with children that would often run up to her and that soft eyed look he was giving her, the same look Nino said he only ever gave to Marinette. The past few days he'd felt his pulse race and his heart beat faster just from being near Marinette, a feeling he had only ever felt with Ladybug. More than once, his mind had drawn parallels between the two, his partner that he had cared about for so long, and the girl who had slowly stolen his heart. He picked up the framed photo of his friends and looked at Marinette, those deep blue eyes that held him captive, just like Ladybug's eyes.

"Plagg, Marinette is Ladybug isn't she?" His Kwami practically choked on his cheese.

"What makes you say that?" He sputtered out.

"It's not the first time I've suspected Marinette was Ladybug, but my brain always talked me out of it, but now..." He sat the picture frame back down and looked back at the newsreel. "My heart's telling me that there's no other explanation. I've been feeling déjà vu for days around her and it's not because I want Marinette to be Ladybug, it's because I want Ladybug to be Marinette." He turned and looked at his Kwami. "But if she is Ladybug, then she doesn't love Chat Noir. What if she doesn't accept that side of me?"

"Are you so sure Ladybug doesn't love Cha Noir?" Plagg responded, pointing to the newsreel again. They were showing the footage of Ladybug defending Chat Noir as being more than a sidekick to Prima Donna. He could see that same fire and passion in her eyes that he saw in Marinette's when she said the same thing. He remembered the tender way she had held his face, her own full of concern because he was sick. All his senses were telling him Marinette and his Lady had to be the same person, but he didn't have any proof. He watched the look in his Kwami's face.

"You know who she is, don't you?" Plagg's eyes widened.

"You know I can't say anything kid, I'm afraid you'll have to figure this one out all on your own." It wasn't an outright denial, so Adrien was going to hang onto that. Plagg floated over to his chosen. "Come on, lets go get me some of those cheese puffs you snuck me the other day." That brought a smile to his chosens face, although he knew the kwami was deliberately changing the subject.

"Okay, I get it, no more questions." He picked up his Chat Noir scarf from Ladybug (Marinette?) and tied it around his neck. "I still love her Plagg. Even if it turns out she isn't Ladybug, my heart still chooses her." He didn't see the pleased smile on his Kwami's face.

Adrien finished packing his bag, carefully including the two special gifts he had bought. The Ladybug inspired necklace for Marinette and a charm bracelet he had made for Ladybug. It was made up of red and green beads that he bought at the markets. It was their colours, but could be worn as a Christmas bracelet, so there was no worry about identity there. If he was really lucky, maybe he would be seeing the same girl wear both of them. Could be really be that lucky?

The model was about to walk out the door when his phone rang. Expecting it to be Nino, he was more than a little surprised to hear his father's voice on the line.