Lucky Witch Magic

I Don't Want To Be Needed, I Want To Be Wanted

Adrien POV
As the days go by Marinette and I have grown closer. Soon enough it's been 4 months. Being far away from the village leaves us in isolation. Which, in my opinion, is a good thing that allows to learn more about each other. For one. I've learned she likes to make and design clothes, how she's artistic in almost everything she does, how she's the greatest cook. I know her like the back of my hands, and the same thing goes for her with me.
"Hey Bug-a-boo!" I call out to the magical beauty in her garden.
"Hi Kitty!" She giggles, waving me over.
After entering the garden through the gate I start to help her harvest the mandrake fruit.
After awhile of comfortable silence I work up the courage to says what's be on my mind lately.
Flashback (about a week ago. Lol)
"Hey kitty! I plan on making some pasta for dinner! Can you boil some water?!" My girlfriends calls out to me from the witching room.
"Sure babe!"
Grabbing a tall pot from of the cabinets set in down on what Mari calls the "stove." The thing is every helpful when making food. When I first saw TheW thing I thought it was alive! I jumped in the way to protect M'lady when she turned it on once. After living here for awhile I final mastered the machine. After turning the no, a burning sensation engulfs my hand. Realizing I had my hand on the burner I quickly pull it away. I rush to put my hand under cold water from the tap. After I pull my hand out from the water to find it totally ok. No burns or scares, no nothing. I couldn't believe it. I should have burns! WHY DO IT NOT HAVE BURNS?! THIS IS THE SIXTH TIME I HURT MYSELF AND COME OUT FINE! AM I MAGIC?!
Present Time
"Can I ask something?" I say.
"Shoot." Mari says, not looking up from her work.
"Am I magic?"
She finally looks up with her bluebell eyes, and gives a confused look.
"What do you mean? You're magical to me." She smiles, peeking me on the cheek.
"Not like that."' I sigh. "I mean do I have powers like you?"
"Where is this coming from?"
"Am I a warlock Mari? Strange this have been happening. Like I once burned my hand on the stove, but look, no scars." I explain, shoving my hand into her face. "I don't know how to explain it. I must be magic!"
Her eyes sparkle with concern and curiosity as she takes my unturned hand into hers.
"That answer is up to you." She's says, pressing her and my hand to my chest. "Everyone has the possibility of magic."
"What do you mean?" I continue to question, while pulling her into my embrace.
"Almost anyone can have magic. Some are born into it, like me. Some discover it within themselves. They want or need the magic, so with enough determination they can achieve that goal. Others want nothing to do with it, so they leave it alone and don't find it. Those are the normal people."
"So you're saying that if I want to be a warlock, I can become one?"
"Yes." She answers, her grip on me becoming tighter. "But if you do, you can be my familiar anymore."
"I know! I don't want to be your familiar!" I say, holding her back by her shoulders.
"What?" She gasp, tears outlining her eyes.
"I want to be your lover." I comfort, cupping her cheek while whipping away a few story tears. "I want you to want me not need me."
"But I do want you! I love you!" She reasons, cupping my face with her hands this time.
"I love you too, Marinette! I love you so much! I want to protect you! That's why I want to do this. I want to protect you with my own strength. Please help me do this." I plead, my forehead resting against hers.
"I don't know.... It's going to be hard."
"I willing to do anything for you." I say, placing a chaste kiss on both her cheeks.
Sighing, she looks down to ponder. "Fine, but first we need to find you and me a new familiar."
"About that." I chuckle nervously, while pulling out a small spell book from my jacket pocket. "I kinda went through some of your books, and I found something interesting."