Hello beautiful people! I want to thank you all so much for liking my first fanfic so much! I really appreciate it, too. I originally wrote this just for the heck of it, but I was convinced to post it and given the positive feedback, I'm glad I did. Enjoy Chapter 2 :3
Chapter 2
"Marinette! Wake up! You're gonna be late for school!" Marinette heard a dainty voice squeaking. "MARINETTE!" Tikki shrilled in her right ear. The blue-haired girl jolted up screaming as she tumbled out of the sheets in her loft bed, right before the stairs leading down. She scrambled to her feet and started to head for the steps, only her foot was still twisted in the pink sheets causing her to trip and fall flat on her face. Marinette moaned in pain before shaking off the bedsheets and popping up off the floor.
Marinette looked up at Tikki and let out a nervous giggle as she rubbed the back of her head. She hurriedly descended the staircase and was caught off guard when Tikki tossed Marinette her vibrating phone, the screen illuminated with a picture of Alya. Marinette nearly missed the smartphone flying at her, but as luck would have it, she managed it catch her cellphone. "You know, I did tell you to go to bed," Tikki said in a condescending tone, "but you just had to stay up and doodle in your sketchbook."
Marinette squinted at the kwami and grumbled to herself that they weren't doodles, but rather some new designs, before answering her best friend's call. The petite kwami zipped over to Marinette, standing in front of the vanity.
"Hey, Alya! What's up?" Marinette answered, putting her phone to speaker so Tikki could listen. The bug kwami liked to pretend to be part of conversations with others since she only got to talk to Marinette. The porcelain girl picked up her brush as well as two red hairbands and got to work on arranging the blue-ish/black mop she calls hair into her signature pigtails.
"Girl, where are you? I can't wait to see your costume!" Alya squealed, Marinette could hear the smile on her face. "You are Ladybug, aren't you?"
"Yeah, I know, I'm almost to the school-" Marinette fibbed before she could process the last of Alya's words, "-wait, what?" Marinette screeched. Her eyes grew wide, she refused to take a breath of air, her heart pounded, sweat rolled down the sides of her face. How does she know I'm Ladybug? Marinette silently panicked, When did she find out? Marinette gripped her phone tightly, fearing she may drop it, and her fingers trembled. Her freckled face frantically looked to Tikki who appeared just as shaken by what Alya implied.
"You know, your costume," Alya retorted, "Don't tell me you forgot it's Miraculous Day…did you? I swear, Marinette, if you aren't in costume, I'm gonna-"
"Oh! N-no, I didn't forget," Marinette replied while glancing at her calendar and sure enough, today was her and Chat Noir's anniversary of when they first stopped an akumatized victim. Exactly one year ago today, Marinette was chosen to be the holder of the ladybug miraculous and befriended her kwami, Tikki. How could she have forgotten? Alya, being the determined Ladybug fan she was, convinced Mr. Damocles to have everyone at school dress up as Paris' superheroes for the day.
"Okay…I'm going to pretend that I believe you," Alya jokingly remarked, "So, when will you get here? I'm sure you'd love to see Adrien in a skin-tight suit," Alya cooed, "Maybe that'll be enough motivation for you to get your butt here ASAP!" Marinette heard Alya's giggling at her lack of response. She probably thought her best friend passed out at the thought of her crush actually in a skin-tight outfit.
Marinette felt her cheeks grow warm and redden at her friend's 'motivational speaking'. She stepped away from the mirror, she didn't need to see how goofy she looked with bright red cheeks.
"I-I-wha-uh-um-I-uh," Marinette stammered, struggling to form a sentence so she wouldn't sound like a complete loser over the phone. But the image of Adrien dressed in a suit snuggly fit to his beautiful form…no! Marinette wouldn't let the thought render her brain utterly useless and her tongue unable to speak French. "I'll be there in a few minutes!" Marinette squeaked before hanging up and tossing her phone on her desk.
The phone bumped the mouse to her computer, causing the screen to flicker on, revealing her desktop background of Adrien. Marinette's blush deepened as she gazed longingly at the perfect photos of the perfect boy with perfect peridot eyes and perfect golden hair. She swore she was drooling, and it wasn't even really him—well it was him, but just a few photos. The bluenette could only imagine what would happen when she saw him at school in a suit that hugged him tautly like Alya said.
"Marinette? Hello? You in there?" Marinette fixed her eyes on the red bug-like creature floating before her and looked down sheepishly at her feet, "Don't you think you should get ready now?" Tikki gestured to Marinette's closet where her costume was residing. She had made it a week or so ago in preparation for today so she wouldn't rush to finish it at the last minute.
"Oh, um, Tikki…" Marinette piped up, "Do you think I could transform into Ladybug to get to school on time? I told Alya I'd be there in a few minutes and there's no way Marinette will get there in that time," Marinette flashed Tikki a toothy grin.
"The school is right across the street from the bakery," Tikki pointed out obviously.
"I know, but I still have to get ready and walking all that way and looping around the walkway and—it'll take way longer…so could I transform to get there on time? Please?" Marinette looked hopefully at her kwami, eyes pleading and hands clasped together at her chest.
"Very well," Tikki sighed only to quickly slap on a cheery face, "Just this once. I don't want you getting used to the idea that you can use the miraculous like this whenever you oversleep!"
"I promise I won't!" she fair-skinned girl hollered as she went to get changed.
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Marinette sprinted up the stairs and down the hall to get to her literature class before the bell rang. She told Alya a few minutes, but even as Ladybug, swinging over to the school with her yo-yo after getting ready took the bluenette closer to ten minutes before she finally reached the school. Had Marinette not been used to the workout she gets as Ladybug, she probably would have been out of breath by the time she arrived at the classroom from all the running.
The Parisian teen hesitated before turning the corner to her first period class. What if Adrien thinks- before Marinette could finish her thought, she felt a gentle shove from Tikki on her back. While it was gentle, there was still enough force behind the push to place her in the doorframe of the classroom.
Marinette gaped at the sea of red with black spots that occupied the room. The first face the bluenette laid eyes on was her best friend Alya, who was jogging towards her.
"Marinette?" Alya marveled in disbelief at her best friend. She was wearing a make-shift Ladybug costume consisting of a red button-up shirt and red leggings with black spots painted on, but instead of a mask, Alya decorated her glasses with ladybug print tape coiled around the frames. While her outfit was obviously 'Ladybug', it was also obviously 'Alya'.
"Y-Yeah," Marinette answered, "I'm so sorry I'm late, well, I mean I'm technically not late because the bell didn't-"
"Whoa, girl," Alya spoke in an awed voice, cutting off her friend's rambling, "I'm not even mad, look at you! You went all out!" Marinette bashfully grinned at the brunette's compliments, but her words caught the attention of several other students, including Adrien. Suddenly, Marinette was cornered by a small group of classmates at the entrance.
"Wow, Marinette, that's an awesome Chat Noir costume," the model beamed.
Adrien, for the most part, couldn't believe someone actually dressed as him for Miraculous Day. He was sure everyone would dress as Ladybug, even he dressed as his lady. Marinette's costume, though, was so detailed and realistic to his actual suit—for all he knew, she could've taken his miraculous and literally became Chat Noir for the day.
A warm and rosy blush swiped across Marinette's face. Adrien freaking Agreste complimented her. Her. When Marinette's heart stopped fluttering, she noticed Adrien was wearing a high-quality, skin-tight—just as Alya had said—Ladybug suit, complete with clip-on earrings and a yo-yo. God, how she wanted nothing but to stare at him and how the fabric contoured his muscular, yet lean, model figure.
"Don't you mean claw-some, M'Lady?" Marinette winked at Adrien and immediately froze in realization at the words that just trickled off her tongue. Why had she let that stupid alley cat rub off on her? Marinette's blush deepened, but not before Adrien's. She knew he would think she was a total loser for sure, and all hope of them getting married, having three kids and several hamsters, and growing old together was certainly out the window.
Much to her surprise, the blond responded with, "Silly kitty," and a wink. He winked at her. Marinette was unsure how her body hadn't totally shut down at this point. On top of everything else, Adrien was dressed as her, well, her alter-ego to be exact.
The warning bell rang, letting everyone know they had one minute before classes officially started. With one look around the room, Marinette observed all of the make-shift Ladybug costumes. The bluenette made her way through the small crowd of people with Alya, receiving countless comments and compliments from all of the "Ladybugs" regarding her homemade superhero suit. She didn't know whether she liked the attention or not being that she didn't attract this much attention as her civilian self.
As Marinette strolled away, the blond boy couldn't help but gaze at her in his costume. She looked good in it too; she never wore tight clothing, so seeing her dressed in fabrics that hugged her skin really defined her muscles and long legs. Her figure somewhat reminded Adrien of someone…
"Yo, dude, you in there, bro?" Nino snapped his fingers in front of Adrien's eyes, waking him out of his trance. Nino wore a puzzled look, wondering what had gotten into his model friend, as he plopped down in his usual seat in front of Alya. Nino wore a red and black spotted t-shirt and a red baseball cap with taped on black circles of construction paper. No one's representations of Ladybug's costume met Adrien's, though.
Adrien's stare continued to follow Marinette as she took her seat next to Alya, wondering why she chose to dress as his alter ego instead of the famous superheroine. Marinette caught his gaze and the two blushed when their eyes met, their cheeks growing warm and as red as Nathanael's tomato hair. Marinette quickly glanced down at her desk out of embarrassment, thinking Adrien was silently mocking her for being the only Chat Noir in the room. What she didn't know was that Adrien felt touched that she took the time to make a Chat costume, which was a spot on replica and even had his persona down when she did her impression of him. Could she really have gotten all that from their run-ins? Eventually Adrien's gawking came to a close and he filled his seat.
Alya elbowed Marinette repetitively in the ribs, to which the black-clad girl responded with a yelp. "Girl!" the brunette whisper-shouted, "Adrien was totally checking you out!" The color drained from Marinette's face as she looked down at the blond model who sat in front of her. She didn't know it was possible for her cheeks to redden even further. Marinette buried her face in her hands, embarrassment overwhelming her after Alya's words rang in her ears.
Adrien was feeling just as abashed as Marinette was, who sitting directly behind him. He couldn't help but feel her blue eyes on him, making him his face dust pink and hang his head low.
"Yo, dude, what was that about?" Nino whispered, gently punching Adrien's shoulder.
"Wh-What?" Adrien stammered, not making eye contact with his best bud.
"Pfft, dude, you were totally gawking over Marinette!" Nino exclaimed. Adrien perked up, looking Nino right in the eye, not realizing a blush as red as his costume tinted his cheeks. "I think you might have been drooling too!" Nino chuckled as he saw his friend's eyes widen.
"Shut up…" Adrien grumbled, burying his burning face in his gloved hands.
For the rest of class, Adrien couldn't keep his thoughts from lingering back to Marinette. He was truly awestruck that she put forth the effort to make a perfect copy of his super-suit. The way the black fabric fit tightly around her curves and…no! He couldn't think of sweet, shy Marinette in that way—especially when those kinds of thoughts were reserved for his lady. But there was something about Marinette in a skin-tight superhero outfit that was so familiar, but the blond simply couldn't put his finger on it.
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