A/N: Hello lovely readers! Hope you're all having a wonderful day. I hope you take some time to review this fanfic. Any reviews are welcome. All characters, and show references belong to Thomas Astruc.

Fashionable Love

Marinette's POV.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

Marinette groaned and fumbled around for the snooze button on her alarm clock, but was foiled when Tikki slapped her hand away.

"Tikki" Marinette moaned. "It"s too early."

"But Marinette! If you don't get up now, you'll be late for school!"

"WHAT?!" yelped Marinette. "What time is it?! I'm going to be late for school! I can't be late again!" Marinette scrambled around, trying to get ready. "NOOOO! I didn't finish my Physics homework! Mme. Mendeleiv will be furious if I don't finish it!" Tikki giggled at Marinette's actions.

"You do your homework, and i'll take care of your hair and clothes." As Marinette fretted about her Physics homework, Tikki picked out an outfit that would make Marinette look absolutely stunning. She took out Marinette's pigtails, brushed the girl's hair, and threw the outfit at her so she would get dressed. Marinette flailed around getting the outfit on, so she didn't notice what Tikki had picked out for her.

Running, Marinette rushed downstairs, grabbed a Croissant and hurried out the door, running to school as fat as her feet would carry her. She arrived just as the bell rang, and slipped into her seat. Lucky for her, Mme. Bustier was late that day, so she had time to catch her breath.

When she sat down. Alya said "Girl, did you dress to impress Adrien, or is there a cute new boy." Marinette looked down at herself and yelped.

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Adrien's POV.

(earlier that morning)

"I don't know Plagg."

"But why not?" whined the Kwami. "Ladybug is unattainable. Let's face it kid. Your crush on Ladybug is hopeless. You two are never gonna get together. So focus on somebody else more…. Realistic.

Adrien looked at Plagg. "I'm still not sure. That would be like betraying Ladybug, wouldn't it?"

Plagg sighed. "It wouldn't, because Ladybug wouldn't care! She'd just be happy for you, and pop quiz you on her." Adrien looked hesitantly at Plagg, who sighed, exasperated. "Just ask someone out Adrien! You deserve to be happy."

Adrien looked mildly surprised at that, "thanks Plagg. That was actually nice." Plagg grunted something about how he was always nice.

Adrien ignored him. "But who would I ask out? Not Chloe, thats for sure."

Plagg gave a little smirk. "Why not Marinette? She's pretty, nice, and you said you wanted to get to know her better. Plus, her family owns a bakery. You could get fresh baked goods!"

"Plagg, if I ask her out, it will not be to take advantage of her family's business. Why do you want me to date her so badly? What are you up to?" asked Adrien.

"Nothing, nothing." said Plagg. "I just think you two would be a good match."

Adrien thought about it. Marinette was really nice, and well, yeah, she was pretty cute, and he did want to get to know her better. She was always so shy around him as Adrien, and was always stuttering, but there were some ties when she was confident and fiery, like when she would stand up to Chloe, or helping Chat Noir. It was these times that she reminded him of his Lady. Maybe he would ask Marinette out…

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Marinette's POV.

(back to the beginning of class)

Marinette looked down at herself and yelped. Tikki had dressed her in a pair of black capris, silver flats, and a turquoise top. Her hair had been brushed, and let down so it fell over her shoulders in loose waves. To summarize, she looked gorgeous. Marinette then noticed that Adrien was staring at her with a light blush on his cheeks. She started blushing as red as a tomato. Chloe seemed about to spontaneously combust she was so mad.

Just as Adrien opened his mouth to say something, Mme. Bustier walked in. "Sorry for being late class. I was held up in administration." The class replied with scattered acknowledgements. Mme. Bustier started the lesson and Marinette sank into her seat.

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(at lunch)

"Did you see Adrien's face?!" asked Alya at lunch. "He was blushing! Over you!" this only served to make Marinette blush harder. She didn't reply.

Back in class, Tikki and Plagg were having a silent conversation about their respective charges.

Tikki: so far so good

Plagg: Adrien was pretty hard to convince this morning. He didn't even give me my Camembert!

Tikki: Marinette was easy. She's so sweet!

Plagg: eck. Your so sentimental. Nothing like my delicious Camembert. Mmmmm.

Tikki: *long sigh

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Marinette walked out of school, her books clutched to her chest to keep them from getting wet. It was raining out, and she hadn't worn a jacket. Whoops. She was just contemplating whether or not to risk walking home, when she noticed Adrien. He stood a few feet away staring at her, a pink blush decorating his cheeks. Marinette looked away quickly.

Well she had nothing to lose. She quickly stepped out into the rain and began jogging. Or, at least tried to. She got a few feet, and then Adrien grabbed her arm to stop her. He held his umbrella over the two of them to keep them dry. Marinette just stared at him in shock. Why was he doing this? Did he like her? All of the questions flew around her head as she stared at him.

Then he spoke. "Marinette. Y-you seemed to be getting wet, and you wouldn't want to ruin you kwami-clothes! I-i meant clothes, not kwami. Hehe." Marinette simply stared at him. Does he know i'm Ladybug?! And why is he stuttering? Oh my god! Aahhhhhh!

She was brought back to reality by Adrien clearing his throat nervously. "So, um Marinette. I was wondering if maybe youwantedtogoonadatewithme?"

"Err, could you say that again, maybe?" she asked tentatively.

"Would you go out with me?" Adrien asked again, holding his breath.

"M-me?" asked a stunned Marinette. He nodded nervously. "I- I would love to" she said.

"Great! I'll pick you up at 7. See you tonight!" Adrien said. And with that he left, transferring his umbrella into her hand as he went. Looking up, Marinette noticed that the umbrella was ladybug themed, being red with black polka dots. She smiled at the umbrella, and headed home.