It's Miraculous, Really

x. Joyride: ⑴ a ride in a car or aircraft ⑵ a ride taken for pleasure

Prompt given by kitkat-whirlgirl. (Psst, miraculousturtle, i felt bad for not letting them ride the ferris wheel together, so... here they are.)

Being with him is amazing.

Marinette basks in Adrien Agreste's presence, but she tends to wilt under his gaze. Still, as she sits across from him, after waiting for an hour in the long line for riding the Grand Roue, she thinks she might melt from bliss. If he's the sun, then she's the sunflower that just can't get enough of him, bending towards him and soaking in his entirety: warm clothes for the cold weather, blue scarf she made for him, blonde hair decorated with confetti snow, head turned to look out at Paris as they slowly make their way higher above the city.

He's everything she could ever ask for and more.

"Paris looks good in white," he asks her suddenly, turning to meet her gaze. His eyes are bright despite the sun having set already, and under the moonlight, an incredibly beautiful shade of green. "Don't you think so?"

Ah. Suddenly, too much sunlight, and not enough water. Her throat is dry. His gaze is overwhelming, searing, and her cheeks burn.

Marinette nods, because speaking isn't something she can handle right now.

And then, oh God, he smiles.

Her world turns upside down. Her heart takes off, sprinting as fast as it can, and it leaves her breathless in its wake. It's like the skies open, and the drought is quenched by a rainstorm, a cloudburst of immeasurable proportions. His smile is big and bright and glowing, and he's perfect, Adrien Agreste is perfect, and she is head over heels in love.

She's buried so deep she can never be uprooted, and that's fine. Because she's a flower, and he's her life, her everything.

Then he looks back out at Paris, green eyes searching for something along the horizon. Her eyes follow his after taking in the intensity in his eyes, but all she sees is Paris, Paris covered in snow and wholly radiant with holiday lights and late-night shops open for business two days before Christmas.

She glances back at Adrien; he's still staring out, eyes beginning to squint. She wants to ask what he's looking for, what makes his eyes gleam with such an intense emerald fire, but the words are trapped on her tongue, and hesitation floods through her veins. It's nerves, and she can't quell them when she's around him, not completely, so she purses her lips and keeps quiet, too afraid to risk spoiling this moment for bumbling sentences strung together by nonsense words.

He looks back at her, and she's frozen in place suddenly, because he still has that great green fire burning in his eyes, and it's scorching, absolutely scorching, and she loses any train of thought she had going on, and it's replaced only with his eyes, staring back into her own.

"Marinette?" he says, softly, and with a start, she realizes he said her name.

Emotions come flooding back, all at once, heart beating a mile a minute, and she tries to think, think coherently, not jaggedly, what to say, what to say-

"Yes?" She says, softer than him, and it's laced with fear and hope and everything she's never wanted and everything she always has. It's not quiet, at the very top of the ferris wheel; she's always imagined being at the top of the wheel with Adrien would be a glittering moment, something to remember forever, but the ferris wheel doesn't stop when they reach the top, and the wind is whistling in her ears, and the wheel keeps going, arching slowly, slowly back to Earth as silence envelopes their car.

Then, his voice, cutting clearly through the wind and cold.

"Thank you for spending today with me."

Warmth. No matter how scorching or scarce it may be, sunlight is always warm. It warms her to the core, sending shivers down her spine. It's like she's stolen a car she barrels down at ninety miles per hour, totally lost and also thrilled to be taking such an amazing, high-risk joyride, because Adrien Agreste is the love of her life, and every second she spends around him is another ten thousand times more she's in love with him.

And just this once, she knows exactly what to say.

"It was fun." She smiles, and before losing herself in his green eyes, adds, "I loved it." I love you.

He smiles softly back, and even though the moon is high above them, she's blinded by the light as the ferris wheel slows to a stop to let them off.

Instead of ending the night there, Adrien asks if she wants to come grab a late-night snack with him. She agrees, fumbling through her words all the way.

Even if her emotions and speech are a total trainwreck, Marinette doesn't want this joyride to ever end.

So every end of semester, my choir hands out silly-named awards to everyone in the group, right? Mine was the Soprano section's "Secret Weapon," because when the prof goes all firing squad on us and calls us out randomly to sing a part on our own, I always get it right. :P lol.

Finals are almost done, so expect some more updates soon!

xoxoPigTails