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Marinette was going to kill Alya, assuming they lived through this.
They were supposed to be on vacation. She had promised: no reporting on her days off.
So, of course, when Superman, Supergirl, and the two Superboys got into a fight across town, Alya had to go running to watch.
How was she supposed to distract herself now?
Adrien and Kagami were getting married. Married!
She glanced at her watch. Yep. Kagami should be walking down the aisle any second now.
Alya had suggested they get out of town, claiming a previously planned trip when the invitations had arrived in the mail. Marinette felt bad that Alya was missing out, but she had insisted multiple times that “I’ve got your back, girl” that Marinette gave in.
But here Marinette sat alone during their ‘happy hour,’ where Alya had promised to help her get so plastered that she forgot Adrien’s name. The building shook on occasion, and things crashed to the ground. Marinette ignored it for her drink.
The fight had been going on for maybe half an hour before she started getting text updates from Alya.
Alya: They’re fighting! And I don’t mean the robots!
Alya: The older Superboy just left! Superman was reaming him out about something!
Marinette really didn’t care unless she had to get involved in the fight. If someone was leaving, they clearly didn’t need her to come.
Someone slumped into the chair next to her and ordered a Whisky Sour.
He was about as opposite of Adrien as a person could get. Where Adrien was excessively tall and lanky, this man was built and only a little over average height. Adrien’s long sunny blonde hair with light green eyes to the stranger’s dark hair and bright blue eyes. Adrien’s fake smile that sometimes grated on her nerves was in contrast to the man’s deep scowl as he stared at the drink he was given. The man was dressed in leather and spikes and looked like he would belong in a biker gang, where Adrien pulled off preppy casual at all times.
It was just what she needed right now. She downed the rest of her drink, ordered a second, and then turned to her seat companion, who, now that she looked at him, he was cute. Cute and just as unhappy as she was.
“Want to talk about it?” she asked, liquid courage and the fact that she didn’t become tongue tied immediately upon seeing him like she had with Adrien giving her the needed push to speak up.
“Pretty sure you don’t wanna hear about my ‘Daddy’ issues,” he scoffed using air quotes.
“Can’t be any worse than mine. I had to fly to the other side of the world to get away from my issues for the weekend. Crush is getting married today,” she commiserated.
“Ouch. My ‘father,’ Clark,” Marinette did not miss the man’s air quotes again, but didn’t interrupt, “is disappointed that I’m not just like him. Even if I was, I would never meet his expectations, just because of how I was, uh, raised.”
He raised his glass to her in cheers. She clinked her new drink against his and took a sip. “To forgetting about it all.”
They took a few more sips in silence before she spoke up again. “I’m Marinette, by the way.”
“Conner.”
She shouldn’t. She really, really shouldn’t. “You want to get out of here, Conner?” She should.
He smirked at her. “Hell yeah.”
Marinette wasn’t drunk enough to blame the alcohol for her decision. She somehow had justified it in her mind as getting back at Adrien. Adrien would never care, so long as his ‘good friend’ was happy. Well, tonight she would be extra ‘happy’ in muscle boy’s arms.
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Conner really should have been paying more attention to where they were going. The woman he was with was… there was something about her that drew him in. Going back to her hotel room was a bonus in his head. He had just gone to cool off some steam after Clark had once again been a jerk to him, but his night was about to get a whole lot better.
When Conner woke up in the morning, the girl was already gone. She had said something about an early morning flight, but he didn’t think he would actually sleep through her leaving. She must have been quiet. They hadn’t done much talking last night, but the woman’s face swam in front of his eyes when he shut them against the bright light in the small hotel room. The look on her face while they were lavishing each other in the attention they both craved would be something he recalled in dreams for ages. He had gotten a bit carried away and used his tactile telekinesis a few times, but she had just screamed his name. Totally worth it.
He had gotten that she was just in town for the weekend while the guy she had been pining for got married. If she hadn’t been, he would have made sure to call her up again. Maybe see if he could make her forget that stupid crush.
She had left her number with him, on the hotel notepad, but he didn’t see what good it would do now. He wouldn’t be seeing her again. Still, he shoved her number into his phone just in case, and took off.
Time to go face the music with Clark for storming off mid-battle.
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“I can’t believe you went and slept with some guy while I was gone!” Alya whispered to her on the plane when Marinette finally confessed why she had been late getting down to the lobby that morning. “Please at least tell me he was cute.”
Marinette nodded. She had taken a picture of them together in bed, his arms wrapped around her as he slept peacefully that morning.
“Oh my Kwami, he is gorgeous. What’s his name?”
“Conner.”
“Are you going to see him again?!”
“No, I didn’t even get his number. I left mine, but I doubt he would call. How would we see each other again anyways? We live on different continents.”
“But he’s…”
“Absolutely amazing. Blew my mind. I felt like my whole body was tingling, like every nerve was on fire, in a good way. It was out of this world.”
Truthfully, she hadn’t learned much about the man who had made her question why she had been spending all that time pining for Adrien when she could have been having fun with him. Something about how his father Clark had unrealistic expectations for him and just didn’t seem to like him no matter what he did. That he couldn’t be some carbon copy of the man.
“Hey, if an international booty-call gets Adrien out of your head, I’m all for it, girl. If Conner calls, you are so going to see him,” Alya teased her quietly, hoping that no one else around heard them talking.
“Right. I’ll just hop on a plane to see him for-”
“The best orgasms of your life? You bet your ass you’re going.”
“But I can’t just-”
“I’m sure Kaalki would be up for the trip. If not, Tikki could always power up and take you herself,” Alya whispered in her ear.
Marinette felt the bug in her pocket pat her in confirmation. Kaalki was nodding from Alya’s hair. She had worn Kaalki for the trip, just in case they were needed back in Paris.
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Conner never called. In fact, after that, both of them mostly forgot about the night. At least, she did, until Marinette woke up at 4am one morning a month later, running to the bathroom to puke.
She didn’t think much of it at first. Food poisoning? Flu bug?
But a week later, when her period still hadn’t arrived, she began to question things. The nausea began to come more often, and finally she couldn’t ignore it anymore.
“Tikki, I don’t get it,” she said finally as she slumped to the floor, the positive pregnancy test sitting in front of her. “We were safe. He used protection. I was on the pill!”
“Accidents happen, even with protection, Marinette.” Tikki conceded, “It possible that the magic of the miraculous or something else that was powerful interfered a bit.”
“Something else?”
Tikki shrugged. "Random chance? Your birth control isn't perfect. It wouldn't even impact some humanoid species, like the Tamaraneans."
Marinette pushed the thought of it out of her head. She wasn’t a Tamaranean woman. Chance and miraculous interference explained everything.
Now she just had to tell her parents and Alya…