Designing Your Melody: Chapter 1 - Mine
Rushing through the streets of Paris like an absolute madwoman, Marinette DuPain-Cheng began to wonder what course of events had resulted in her current panicked state. Then again, she had to admit that it was absolutely her own doing. As usual.
A few days ago, she had received a phone call from Jagged Stone's assistant, Penny Rolling, requesting a special commission for Marinette to design an outfit for the rocker to wear to promote the release of his latest single. Completely over the moon to be asked by THE Jagged Stone to design the clothes that would be featured on tv and magazines all over the country, she hadn't hesitated for a second to accept the job and had begun drawing design after design after design. But in her excitement – and feeling the pressure of a job of this magnitude – nothing she had come up with seemed good enough.
So after drawing non-stop and pulling one last all nighter before her initial concept meeting, Marinette had finally compiled a portfolio full of designs for Jagged to choose from. Only for her to sleep through her alarm. Again. When she had finally woken up to her phone buzzing incessantly next to her ear where she had laid her head on her desk to "rest her eyes for a minute", she had shrieked when she realized that she only had fifteen minutes to get to her meeting. All the way across town!
She had reeled back in such a panic that she flipped her computer chair right over, leaving her dazed and confused lying on the floor on her back. She scrambled to her closet and tried to find an outfit appropriate for an up and coming designer to represent herself and her professionalism, because if there was anything that Marinette needed help with, it was trying to be "professional".
She grabbed a pair of pale pink skinny jeans with a large black bow where the belt buckle would be, a loose pink top with black lace embellishments on the hem, and a sleek studded leather jacket. Shoving her feet into a pair of black lace ballet flats, she quickly grabbed her portfolio and dashed down her stairs, calling out a greeting to her parents on the way out.
"Bye Maman, bye Papa! Wish me luck!"
She didn't wait to hear their response as she made a bee-line straight for the nearest metro station.
Oh my god, Marinette, way to drop the ball! Not only am I going to be late for the biggest job I've ever had, but Jagged Stone is probably not going to like anything I came up with! He's going to laugh at my designs and tell me that he's changed his mind that he wants me to be his designer! Then I'll never get another job because who would want to hire someone that Jagged Stone laughed at and I'll have to work at my parents' bakery for the rest of my life and I'll never have my own place and I'll never get to have a hamster named –
Marinette's mental breakdown was abruptly interrupted when she turned a corner and slammed head-first into another person. She fell backward, landing hard on her butt as her portfolio went flying into the air, papers scattering around her.
"Aah! I am so sorry!" she scrambled to her hands and knees as she began to gather up her fallen designs. "I'm so clumsy. Please pardon me. I wasn't watching where I was going and I-" Her apologetic ramblings were cut off when a hand covered her own, stilling her frantic movements.
"It's okay," a soothing voice calmly murmured above her downcast head. "There's no harm done. Don't get so worked up. Your sound is so chaotic right now, try to calm down."
Marinette looked at the hand covering her own. It was masculine and strong, with black polish painting his nails and when she slowly withdrew her hand from under his, she could feel the subtle scrape of calluses on his fingertips.
Taking a deep breath, Marinette closed her eyes for a moment to gather her thoughts. And immediately began to panic once again when she realized that SHE WAS GOING TO BE LATE! "Thank you for your help! Once again, I'm sorry for almost tackling you while you were walking down the sidewalk, minding your own business. I really have to go. Bye!" She gathered up the rest of her drawings and rushed off, not even glancing back at the boy crouched on the sidewalk stunned by the whirlwind that had just about knocked him off his feet.
Standing back up, he adjusted the guitar resting behind his back and was about to continue on his way when he noticed a piece of paper under his boot. Leaning down to pick it up, he gasped when he saw what was on it. It was – in a word – glorious.
He gazed at the drawing with his heartbeat echoing in his ears, creating a deep baseline for the melody he suddenly heard flowing through his soul. The design he stared at was of a punk rock style outfit. It showcased a male wearing studded and ripped black jeans, untied black combat boots, and a white screen printed tee. But the focal point of the entire design was the absolutely beautiful leather jacket that the designer had made separate sketches of to emphasize the details: teal plaid lining, black lace inserts, studded cuffs and chains hanging from the shoulders. It was a work of art that had the guitarist in awe.
Did that girl draw this? He wondered. He clenched the paper in his fist as he quickly turned and tried to run after her. Reaching the end of the block, he looked up and down the street trying to find out where she had run off to. But she was gone without a trace. With a sigh, he once again looked at her design. Narrowing his eyes just a bit, he noticed in the bottom corner, three small letters, the only clue to the mystery designer's identity. MDC
Smiling softly to himself, he folded the paper he held and stuck it into the back pocket of his jeans. I have to find that girl. I have to find her and get her permission to make that outfit for me. She doesn't know it yet, but she made that jacket for me. And if I have to, I'll just have to convince her that it's already mine.
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*I'm a little late to the game, but I fell in love with the Lukanette pairing and I wanted to participate in the February 2020 Lukanette Month event. so here's my submission for day 1: Mine. Any and all feedback is greatly appreciated because I want to improve upon my writing.
Until next time, lovelies!
Also, it goes without saying that I don't own Miraculous Ladybug, or any of the characters, and this work of fiction is mine and mine alone. Don't copy it or post it on a third party website or app without my permission.*