So I was pleasantly surprised to find that in a day a lot of people found the things I wrote! I think I had a viewer from Japan, and Jamaica, and a lot of other places, like Canada and the UK.
*Buries face into pillow*
Hi random people from around the world~ *Waves*
I'll be trying to write longer chapters, since it seems like that would be a good idea. I can't believe I wrote that last one in one night as well! It took me like three hours, but it wasn't too bad. I get distracted really easily.
At the least this gets rid of my headaches
I also tend to sneak references to other shows in my writing, if you caught it in the last chapter. Maybe you did, maybe you didn't, who knows.
So here we go! Chapter 2!
I do not own anything but the writing, and Cora of course.
As the morning sun rose over the lovely city of Paris, its inhabitants slowly rising from their slumber as the day started to break. Sun shining on the faces of the buildings, the pigeons rising to the sky as the breeze lifted the soft bell sound of birds chirping to the wind. Slowly, the sun graced the face of Adrien, who shunned away from the light with a groan, snuggling his face deeper into the soft and warm object he was cuddling. His face was greeted with long tails of brown hair sticking between his lips. Spitting lightly, Adrien found himself pulling away from his fiancé as he wiped his mouth. Soon a soft chuckle joined his frantic spitting as the woman pulled herself off the bed. "That's karma for trying to sleep in babe~" She teased, turning to face him.
As Adrien came too, he found his vibrant green eyes meeting her stormy grey ones, heaving a sigh as she pressed a gentle kiss to his nose. "Morning sleepy head." She added, pulling back her long brown tresses from her face. Adrien found himself staring back at her again, watching her slim figure pull herself off the bed, stretching her arms up to the sky. "I will go make breakfast, since I can't trust you in the kitchen after the ham incident of last week." She teased, causing her fiancé to groan.
"I already told you, it doesn't hurt to have a little meat in our diets!" He called back as he got up from the bed, heading towards the closet. He had to start the day early, even with the crisp air outside.
"Yeah well it is for a vegetarian!" He heard her voice call back sharply to him from the other room. Cringing at her mention of the cursed diet, Adrien grumbled a reply and grabbed a nice green flannel with a pair of designer jeans. Grabbing a grey shirt and a grey beanie, he headed to the bathroom. Spotting his girlfriend just through the door, her eyes seemed to follow his sleep deprived and sluggish form to the bathroom. "You sure do look like Chat Noir~" She teased lightly, causing him to jump. "Yeah, well it so happens that that purrrfect man is who I am." He teased slightly, smiling as he came out of the bathroom, his feet hurrying after as he hugged her from behind. He let his weight rest on his shorter girlfriend, who feigned his weight and bent forwards. "Ugghhh, it must be kitten me right meow, I don't have time for this." She said, her voice carrying a undertone of jest as she gently tossed him off her shoulder. The pair exchanged a laugh as Adrien headed back towards his bathroom.
Shutting the door, Adrien heaved a soft sigh. His fiancé was certainly a good distraction for him, but he still couldn't get that flash of oh so familiar red out of his head. It had haunted him all of last night, bringing back memories into his dreams that used to be occupied by sweet dreams of his girlfriend and him, or of Nino and Ayla. The two of them were doing spectacular, but Nino didn't have the guts to confess to her. He was twenty six for crying out loud! He had been pining over her since college, and here he was, still following her around like a sick puppy. Chuckling, he looked at himself in the mirror. He had let his stubble grow out a bit too much, and he sighed, reminding himself to shave it after his shower before turning on the warm water.
"Marinette! Wake up!" The small kwami complained as the loud screech of an alarm tore through the apartment. Groaning, the mass of the sheets rose upwards from the bed, a nimble hand reaching out to smash her alarm with surprising force. Slowly letting the sunset colored sheets drop off her lithe form, the golden rays of morning sunlight streamed through the window, lighting up the cerulean blue orbs that blinked in the light. Silky hair sticking up in several places, Marinette let out a exhausted yawn, her arms reaching for the ceiling as she pulled herself out of bed and walked towards the window.
Slim hands reaching for the window, Marinette threw open the windows, a cold breeze rushing in to grace her cheeks, turning them a pleasant rose color. The sound of birds chirping and the vague smell of a bakery wafted through the window, bringing along with it a smile to Marinette's face. "Isn't it a lovely day Tikki?" The woman asked enthusiastically, the soft breeze shifting some of the papers that scattered the room. But Marinette didn't notice, not one bit. She was too absorbed in the sight of Paris. Sighing, she leaned down onto the windowsill, her arms collapsing gently under her head as she looked out at the people who were taking a morning walk. "I missed these moments. The crisp autumn mornings, the smell of fresh bread, the morning dew…." Marinette mumbled softly, her voice carrying softly through the wind.
"Yes, it's very lovely Marinette, but could you shut the window please!" The small sprite groaned, shaking in the breeze. Sure, the woman was tall enough to only feel a nip from the morning breeze, but the small creature found it absolutely freezing.
"Just a moment Tikki…." Marinette said dreamily. She sat there for a few moments longer, recalling several places where she and Chat had visited so many years ago. It was funny, out of all the people she had helped out saving the world, Chat was always buried somewhere deep in her mind. Deep between the creases and folds of her brain and the years of hard studying, and failed boyfriends.
Slowly pulling herself to her feet, Marinette headed for the mirror, grimacing at her ugly appearance. "Gross, I really hate morning hair…." She grumbled, yawning again. It was only a moment before she recoiled at the strong smell emitting from her mouth. "And breath…." She grumbled, looking to her closet. She already had an outfit planned out, a nice long sleeved white shirt, with a deep cerulean blue scarf around her neck. She had a nice skirt to match, a pair of dark leggings underneath and a pair of combat boots. Her hair would be left swept off to the side and slightly more tame for the day.
"For once I thank my ability to make an outfit." She mumbled gently, taking the outfit gently off her closet door before heading to the bathroom.
Finally having finished getting ready, Marinette stood in her kitchen munching on her breakfast. Out of habit, she ended up eating a lot of things with bread in them. Laughing at herself for her silly behavior, Marinette finished up the last of her meal and walked over towards the small form sitting on the table finishing her cookie.
"Come on Tikki, it's time to go." She said, holding open her usual bag for her to climb in. With a nod, the kwami flew into the open pouch, settling herself between Marinette's phone and her keys. Smiling, Marinette took the keys from her loving kwami and sealed the bag.
Heading out the door, Marinette made sure to lock her door after her, depositing her keys back into her bag afterwards. She took in a deep breath, feeling a surge of energy rush through her veins as she opened her eyes again. 'It's now or never! Let's do this!' She thought, before she started her walk towards the elevator and her car.
After a long drive full of her favorite tunes like Stronger Than You, Marinette found herself in front of a familiar café. Her and Alya used to visit this café all the time when they were in high school. Have a cup of hot coco and talk about Adrien, but those days were over. Now it was just going to be her, and Alya, no talk of Adrien, who was now just a distant crush in her memory.
Smiling, Marinette found herself pushing open the door to the café with ease, the distant sound of a bell chiming hitting her ears as she scanned the room. It smelled like coffee beans and pastries. Smiling, Marinette let her gaze settle on her best friend from so many years ago. She had kept her signature hair style, though she had let the long tendrils grow until they reached her waist. She had pulled it back and slapped a grey beanie over it. She was wearing a usual outfit for her, which was ripped jeans, old worn out lace up convers, a blue flannel and a white shirt under it.
With a deep breath, Marinette walked herself over to the table, pulling back the chair to gain the attention of her once friend. "Hey Alya." She said gently, waving to her as she made her way to sit down. But before she could even hit the chair, her friend had wrapped her into a crushing hug. "Marinette!" She practically screamed, pulling back to smile at her friend. Her gaze alone was something that could make Marinette at ease. She always knew what to do and what to say. "I am so happy you are back in Paris! How have you been? It's been a long time since you have visited." Alya said, sitting down in the seat across from her.
Smiling, Marinette let out a sigh, looking over at Alya. "Well, I'm happy to be back. My jobs lead me here for a while, and I decided it might be a good idea to settle down again!" She said gently, hearing a loud squeal from Ayla as a result.
"You moved in already? I would have asked you to share an apartment, but my place is kind of messy." She said sheepishly, smiling up at Marinette. Marinette laughed and she shook her head. "It's fine Ayla, really. My place is a mess anyway, it wouldn't have mattered." She chuckled, taking a sip of the coffee Ayla had ordered for her. "I'm amazed Ayla, even after all these years you remember what kind of coffee I like the most~" She jested lightly, setting down her cup and looking at her.
"Oh, it's nothing Marinette, anything for a old friend." Ayla said gently.
"Well Alya, how is everyone?" Marinette asked politely, letting her kind gaze meet Ayla's. She could feel the excitement still spilling out of every inch of her skin.
"Oh! Everyone's been amazing! I ended up seeing most of the people in our tenth grade class in college as well, Adrien's been well… and Nino…" She said, letting her words trail off at the mention of Adrien's former friend. Chuckling, Marinette observed the blush spreading across her friends cheeks.
"How has Nino been?" Marinette asked, only earning an exasperated gasp from her friend.
"Marinette! I don't know what to do! I really like Nino, but he hasn't asked me out! I have tried to drop hints but it's no use! I need help." She said, pressing her cheek to the table. Alya looked absolutely depressed about this entire subject. Chuckling, Marinette put a hand on her friends head.
"Come on girl, you were the one always telling me to man up and tell Adrien how I felt back then, you can ask him out. No matter what happens, you come over to my house tonight, and we will stuff our faces with ice-cream." She said with a chuckle, running her slim hand over her beanie for a second longer before pulling it away. Out of all her friends, Marinette had stayed in closest contact with Ayla. Despite the fact that she had seen her not too long ago, Marinette still felt a bit of a divide. Pulling her hand away, she pressed her fingers together. "That is, if you want, or if it's too awkward, or you are too busy that's fine too….." She rambled on, letting out a soft laugh and rubbing the back of her head.
"No no! I would love to Marinette! It's been so long since we have gotten to properly hang out!" Alya said, grasping Marinette's hands lightly, gratefulness in her gaze as she breathed a sigh of relief.
And then came a worse part.
"So, what's the Adrien situation, since you brought it up." Alya asked, looking up from her cup of coffee, a smirk appearing across her lips as she spotted Marinette's confused look. "You know, the male you had been pining over for forever, even after you left." Alya joked, setting her cup back on the table.
"Totally over him. I need to put myself first Alya, I don't have time for boys." Marinette said with a shrug, taking a sip from her own cup. Marinette could hardly contain her laughter as Alya's jaw dropped to the floor, Marinette scrambling to cover her face so she didn't end up squirting coffee onto her friend, or her nicely planned outfit. "What? I've been gone for 10 years, he probably hardly remembers me." Marinette said, finally regaining her composure.
Heaving a sigh, Alya nodded. "Thank goodness, because at this point it's a little hard to rip him away from his fiancé." She said casually, causing Marinette to choke on her drink for the second time.
"Excuse me?" Marinette managed between coughs, covering her lips with her sleeve as she regained her breath. "He's getting married?" Marinette asked, exhasparated.
"Yeah. Strong lass she was. They meet a year after college. She's a big time fighter, strong one she is." Alya laughed, shaking her head. "A bit of a health nut, but not too bad. She's a pretty cool friend. You would get along with her Marinette." Alya said, smiling at her friend.
Nodding her head, Marinette took a sip of her drink. For some reason, knowing he was married made her heart sink a little bit. 'Oh well, at the least Chat has his lady all to himself.' Marinette thought. "Good for him." She said, sighing. "Now, about you and Nino." Marinette said, the grin returning to her face as she flipped the conversation around entirely.
Marinette stayed to chat a while with Alya, but soon enough an alarm from Alya's phone went off, and she stood up. "Got to run, job is starting soon. See you tonight at your place Marinette?" Alya asked her, raising an eyebrow as she got up from the table.
Smiling, Marinette returned the smile as she got up herself. "Of course. Usual chocolate chip cookie dough?" Marinette asked, smiling as her friend nodded her head. Parting ways with Alya, Marinette got back in her car, and started heading to the shoot. She spared a moment to look at her car. It wasn't anything super fancy, or expensive, she didn't need something like that. It was a simple little blue car, sleek, but not too expensive. It wasn't any sort of racing vehicle, it was just a car for her to drive to and from work with. It had enough room for her designs and everything, not too small, but not to big either. Rolling her eyes at her silly thoughts and dawdling behavior. 'You better get going or you are going to be late.' She thought to herself, checking on Tikki once and handing her a piece of chocolate before starting the car and heading off to work.
After a short car ride, Marinette found herself standing in front of the building. Walking, she passed security, and found herself winding her way through the corridors of the building. The room they were working in was close to the back of the building, close to the store rooms of cloth and extra items for detailing. The show was in a few months, so they had to have things at the ready to make 3 outfits each.
Soon enough, Marinette found herself in front of the door marked "Studio 5." Nerves building up inside her, Marinette sighed, her hand reaching out longingly for the handle of the door. Hesitating, Marinette let her thoughts consume her for a moment, thousands of voices whispering in her ears.
"What if they hate me?"
"What if I am the youngest there?"
"What if Chloe's there?"
"Will I be able to do this?"
"Just breathe Marinette." A soft voice called from her bag, reminding her that she wasn't alone. Smiling, Marinette patted her bag gently. "Thanks Tikki." She whispered gently, before reaching back up for the door handle, taking a deep breath and pushing it open.
Adrien groaned as he found himself walking into the building. It was a building like any other, but today was the beginning of another long project. His agent had insisted he take this job, and it had offered a promising pay, promising enough to pay for a few more things his wedding, which was a year away. His bride had insisted on having a lot of time to plan things out, since everything had to be perfect down to the shade of his shoes. Sighing, Adrien found himself walking down the confusing twist and turn of hallways and into the door labeled Studio 5.
The room was plain, mostly. There was a backdrop of white in one corner, along with a camera and a camera man. They were going to do test shoots today, get a feel for how each model posed. That, and get a picture of the designer as well, even a few with the model for comparison and advertising.
Tugging on his ponytail, Adrien was lead to a seat in front of a makeup station. It was labeled with a number 4. 'Funny, the black cat gets the number that symbolizes death.' He thought to himself. He had been given a paper with his designer's name on it, but he hadn't bothered looking. There were tons of models littering the room, two others at the other stations marked with a 4. 'So it's three models to a number huh….' He wondered, seeing the door open again, some more designers file in.
There was a wide range of people. A girl with half her head shaved and the other half of her hair to one side, piercings peeking out from her hair, and a casual punk style, a male with hair shoved upwards, sporting a sporty style, and one wearing something inspired by the Asian countries. All of which weren't his designer. Sighing, Adrien let his head flop onto his open palm, resting against his knee.
And then, the door swung open again. A collective breath was taken throughout the room, eyes swiveling towards the door. Adrien's followed to the form walking into the room. Instantly, his jaw dropped as he watched the next female enter the room. He could practically see her hips swishing with her confident stride towards her stations. She didn't even pause for a moment, her gaze serious as she walked towards a station, HIS station. Jaw still stuck to the floor, Adrien's gaze floated up to the woman who didn't even bat an eyelash at his presence, which was a stark contrast to what she had done ten years ago. Trying to grasp for the words in his mind as he stared up at the now pixie cut bearing woman, Adrien could only manage one word.
"M-Marinette?"
And there we go! Seven pages and 3 k words of awesomeness!
Can I get a show of hands on who likes pixie cuts, or has one *Raises hand quietly*
Yep, I'm a pixie cut kind of girl, if you couldn't tell XD
Thank you to all my reviewers! I appreciate your enthusiasm so much! *Bows*
So thank you to UniKitty125, Silver Ocean Jackson, and RANDOMPERSON654 for reviewing my story.
And a special thank you for all the faves and follows, I am so happy you like my story.
This has been a weekend of updates apparently, replies should be a little slower from now on, but I find myself enjoying this story a lot, so it depends. I will try to update at the least once a week, but some might come more often. I am a high school student, it's a wonder I even wrote this much in two days =.=;;
Anyway, see you next time!
~Ice~