Adrien was standing in front of her as she began to panic and crawl away from him. He frowned at her hyperventilating and muttering like she had no idea what happened last night. "Marinette?" he began softly. "Are you all right?"
She looked up at him with scared and confused eyes. "I-um-im well-er-doing well I mean—uh—that's to say I'm fine but you're notfinr–uh- I meant not from here—Supposed to be here! Not to say you're never welcome! But—"
He walked over while she struggled for words and gripped her shoulders. "Breathe," he commanded gently. She nodded quickly and let much needed air into her lungs. He smiled. "Tell me, what happened?"
She gulped. "I—I-I was just walking the streets of Paris when the akuma attacked and it scared everybody. Y-you and I were heading to my place before the Akuma came up, and we got separated. Next thing I know the Timeswap popped up and hit me before Chat Noir could do anything." She swallowed as the mention of the miraculous user and clenched her hands together, pressing her lips together. "I don't even know if he's okay."
He hummed at the memory. "You wanna know what happened last night for me?" He asked. She looked up at him, uneasy, but nodded. He smiled brightly. "I became a dad!" She would have fallen to the floor if it weren't for Adrien's hand. He pulled her up and held her against his chest.
Marinette blushed and tried to push away, but the man rested his chin on her head. She frowned when she noticed the extreme difference in hight, heated noticing he was only in boxers (heated more getting a glimpse of her signature), and squealed once his words sank in. "Wh-wh-what?!"
His lips frowned when he heard the reaction. "Are you okay? Marinette? What's wrong?"
"What's the date?!" she demanded hastily.
His lip twitched and a question appeared on his face. "Tuesday?"
"No! The date!"
"Um. . . The twelfth of March?"
"Year!"
". . . Two thousand and twenty-five?"
"Twenty-Five?!" She squawk. She flipped her legs around him and jumped out of bed and rushed passed him and out the room. She ran down the hall and turned a corner out of his sight. Adrien frowned after her and tried to search his memory of why she was panicking. What could have happened to her last night?
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Marinette frowned when she noticed Chat Noir was smiling down at her like an idiot. His teeth glistened with his lips pulled up from force. He held her in his lap in an ally. Were they drunk? Did they make out behind a building after shots again? Her head wasn't pounding and the only oder that entered her nostrils was trash in dumpsters.
Upon studying his face, her frown deepened and she pushed him away without a fight. He was too young.
"My Lady? You okay?" he asked as polite as his alter ego. She swallowed back a desperate sigh of anguish. "You were hit by the akuma and we were thrown into a building wall. I got us away for another hit, but the akuma escaped as well and might be plotting his next attack."
She took in his words, nodding slowly. "Are you hurt at all?" she questioned.
Chat threw a proud smile and puffed his chest. "Even if I was, nothing would stop me from serving my Ladybug."
She walked forward and help up a finger to his lips. She gazed over his suit and limbs. On his left shoulder was a thread hanging out. She pressed a finger on it and felt a dent, a tear in his suit. His arm stiffened at her touch. "I need you to rest that shoulder, kitty. If an injury is worsened, my lucky charm won't be able to fix it. I can't have you hurt when we fight together."
"My lady," he began. "Are you worried what happened to this ally cat so much?"
"Yes," she answered without hesitation. His eyes shot open and wide in shock of her blunt statement. "You're my partner, in life and death. Nothing happened to you without me knowing. And I'm not going to lose you any time soon."
He stared at her in awe. "My Lady. . . "
"Yes, Chat?"
"Your earnings are about to go off?"
"Huh?"
In a beat of a second, he threw himself back and launched off to his house. She watched him leave as Tikki floated out in exhaustion.
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Adrien waited on the end of their bed, expecting Marinette, as she did, to walk back in the room. Her face stared off in space as she fumbled back in he stood and caught her before she could fall in shook and her trying to fathom the circumstance. She looked at nothing as she grabbed him and let him hold her. He embraced the frightened girl, stroking her hair. "It's alright. You're going to be okay."
"How?" she asked, a sob caught in her throat. "I had switched bodies with myself and now I don't have any memory of the times we spent together."
He held her as she sobbed in his chest. "Don't worry, Mari. Everything will be fine. Chat Noir and Ladybug have got this problem in the bag back in your timeline."
"How do you know?" she asked.
He smiled. "Would you be able to switch with your future self if the hadn't?"
She sighed. "I guess you're right."
"Of coarse I am!" Adrien boasted proudly.
"I married a complete dork. . . "she muttered.
"Hey!"
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Marinette walked home, letting Tikki speak to her as best she could with being in her purse, she flipped open her phone, so not to seem conspicuous. "I just don't know how else to word it, Tikki. This just suddenly happened."
"I'm not saying I don't believe you," the fairy said. "But how can you be pregnant?"
"Not now," the girl stressed. "But back home. Somehow I ended up back here and am stuck until this akuma is fixed." Tikki frowned.
The human ignored the kwami and shut her phone once at the bakery. She stopped at the door, looking up at the oldish sign. Her face melted and smiled. When a customer left, smiling with a companion, Marinette smiled on her own, taking in the scent of her father's bread in the bag, her mother's muffins smell around the door way. She entered the small shop and met her parents. They greeted her as warm as their fresh goods, less wrinkles on their faces than when she last saw them. Her father's mustache didn't have a single grey hair. She graciously accepted their hugs.
Wandering up the stairs, she made her way up the stairs and into her room. Still pink, still cramped, still littered. Her room was so disorganized with lights that hung up on the wall covered in notes along with various pictures of Adrien. She giggled as she could see Adrien first coming into her room. "That's a lot of pictures," he had said or would say. Marinette had or would blush. "S-sorry! I was just taking notes and admiring your father's work but that's not to say I don't admire you I love you —your modeling not to say I'm just impressed with your body, although it's nice Ah! I mean I use it as reference and stuff that all!" She remembered very silly word that had spilled out of her mouth. She was a nervous wreak back then.
Older Marinette touched the walls and desk, smiling at her rushed sketches she must have dreamt of the last night. Her pencils had been tossed aside and her desk coated in different fabrics by the paper. She picked up the sketch book and turned threw the pages, smiling or giggling at the drawings of an armature.
The kwami was out of her hood and frowned. "You know, the least you could do for your past self is do your homework."
"You're right, Tikki." Marinette sighed. "I've gotta dig into this Akuma case and find out where he could be hiding. I don't exactly remember what he looked like or even who was round him during the time of the attack which could lead us to who's a target or not, or even towards where the Akuma snuck in. I might need Chat's help with this."
Just as the girl pulled out her phone, Tikki flew in front of her and closed it. "You can't!" The fairy yelled.
Marinette raised an eyebrow, looking into her friend's wide cosmic eyes. Slowly she opened the phone back up and scrolled through her contacts, seeing only one call to Adrien and frowned. The call was from months ago when she was too scared to ask him out and stole his phone in the process. She shut it and heaved out a sigh. "I forgot Past-Me didn't get any progress with Adrien."
The kwami nodded. "He would have been too shocked at the fact Marinette is calling him to help you out as Ladybug knowing he's Chat Noir." Marinette thanked her. "And I meant that you need to get your school work done. You don't wanna have you grounded again."
The fashion designer nodded and lazily cleared her work place to start her homework (immediately wishing she knew Adrien better at this age since she was no good at Electromagnetic Physics.)
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I honestly just up with this on a whim from seeing so many time swap fan-fics. It isn't something I really am fully interested in, so this may be all.