It's Miraculous, Really


vii: Guesta person who is invited to visit or stay in the home of, or take part in a function organized by, another (given by a tumblr anon)


Breathe. Oh my god breathe. Deep breaths. In for two, hold for two, out for two. Repeat.

"Marinette?"

Concern. That is CONCERN lacing his tone oh my god he DOES care-

"Marinette, are you okay?"

Oh. Oh. Right. Answer. Uhm. Okay. Just ignore his eyes, and you can say... say...

"H-huh?" Beat. "Oh! Yes, I'm fine."

Adrien didn't look even a teeny bit convinced of that. He was frowning, eyes looking her over for any sign of something wrong, and she blushed harder.

Why do I always stutter? she lamented mentally. I can't even flirt with him if I stutter! This is terrible. I've got it so bad I can't even flirt with my crush! Where's my Ladybug luck when I need it?

"I-I'm fine, Adrien," she managed to squeak out. "R-Really."

He stared at her for a second longer before shrugging. "If you say so," he replied, his voice still containing an ounce of worry in it. "Anyways, let me show you to a guest room."

"Okay!" Internally, she applauded herself for finally managing to sound (almost) normal. Adrien turned around, and after not-so-subtly admiring the view, she followed him through his mansion. While walking, she thanked her lucky stars that the weather had turned so bad so suddenly while she'd been visiting to work on a physics project with her crush. Adrien had taken one look out the window at the raging hailstorm outside and declared it utterly unsafe for her to leave, because those pieces of hail were huge, so she would be staying over, and it was no problem, really, Marinette, don't worry about it, this place is big enough for the both of us and our entire graduating class, but he didn't want her getting hurt, so she was staying, and that was that. (It was around that part of the conversation that Marinette had been distracted by the realization that she was literally trapped indoors with Adrien Agreste, and wow, this was a dream come true.)

Adrien led her up a large stairwell, and then down what felt like a mile-long hallway before stopping at a door and turning to her with a soft (heartmelting) smile.

"Here it is," he told her, and opened the door. She trailed in after him to find a room three times larger than hers at home, complete with a king-sized bed with draperies around it. "I figured you'd like this room, since the curtains are pink."

She gaped. He knew she liked pink! (Granted, she almost always wore something pink to school, but still. He'd noticed!)

"Th-thanks." Alas, the stutter was back. She nearly cringed, but managed to restrain herself.

"No problem." He waved her back over to the hallway. "Besides, it's convenient, since this is my wing, too." He grinned almost shyly at her and pointed to the door opposite hers. "I'm right over here."

"Oh!" She was going to overheat if this boy kept it up. He was so kind, and the way he was smiling was so cute and he looked so very wonderful.

She wanted to kiss him.

She settled for saying "Thank you" instead.

He left her after a few more minutes of talking, but she could swear she felt his presence more acutely than ever before, just a few meters away across the hall.


:) Finally got around to writing this one, haha! Happy Thursday evening.

xoxoPigTails