"Is it everything we've meant to be?
Is it here, is it now
That only we can feel somehow"
Based on the song "Is It You" by Crush 40
Marinette held a sewing needle in between her lips as she stepped back. Standing before her was a mannequin, which meant this was a typical night for the young fashion designer. Ever since she was a teenager, she always found herself indulging in some sort of project.
This one; however, was extra special. She wiped the sweat off her brow as she took the needle and thread out of her mouth. Her lips curled into a slight pout as she looked at her current project.
This particular mannequin was adorned with a dress made from white and pink fabric. Marinette tapped her lips with a finger as she looked it over delicately. The underskirt was a beautiful, light shade of pink, while the top was made from white lace.
She let her fingers brush across the soft fabric as she lifted the skirt. "Hmm, I don't know…", she spoke to herself as she continued to look the dress over.
Tikki floated nearby, gently watching as her holder continued to work on her most precious project. Her watchfulness became much more urgent as the hours passed. She remembered how Marinette had been so excited to finally work on this dress, but it seemed that her joy faded as time went on.
Marinette took out a tape measure and placed it across the chest of the dress. "Maybe I can put the flowers here," her smile returned to her face, though only for a moment. She soon stepped back and let out an exasperated sigh.
It was then that Tikki knew she couldn't sit still any longer. She flew over to her charge and sat on her shoulder. "Marinette…", she spoke to get the young woman's attention.
She jumped back slightly at the sound of her kwami's voice. "Oh, hey Tikki," she watched as the small ladybug kwami floated in front of her. "I didn't wake you, did I?"
Tikki shook her head. "I wasn't sleeping," she smiled at her. "I've actually been watching you this entire time." Her small smile faded as her tone became more serious. "You seem a bit upset."
Marinette closed her eyes as she let out a deep sigh. "I don't think 'upset' is the right word," she walked back over and placed her hands on each side of the mannequin's waist. "I could never imagine being upset that I'm currently creating my wedding gown." The light in her eyes glimmered as she spoke. "My dress for my wedding...to Adrien…" She sighed happily as the image of her fiancé filled her thoughts.
A confused look made its way to Tikki's face as she watched her holder's demeanor quickly change. "Okay, so you're delighted that you're finally getting to make your dress," she said, causing Marinette to look at her. "So what's the problem?"
Her smile quickly vanished and her fingers began fiddling with the fabric on the dress. "I just really want everything to be perfect, ya know?", she picked up the light pink veil that was laid across her vanity. "What if the dress is too long and I trip? You know how clumsy I am." She placed the veil on the mannequin's head and began walking around the room as she lamented. "What if I miss a spot and all of the thread comes unraveled? What if…" Her voice trailed off as she looked out the window.
"What is it, Marinette?", Tikki sat on her shoulder. They stood in silence for a few moments as they looked out at the busy Parisian streets beneath them. The kwami nearly fell over as Marinette slumped her shoulders.
"What if Adrien doesn't like it?", her voice cracked as she spoke, stepping back to once again gaze upon her wedding dress. "I know that I like it, but it's important that he does too." She covered her face with her hands as she felt tears threatening to escape from her eyes. "It's just...his opinion means everything to me, ya know?"
Tikki gazed longingly at the young woman, watching as a few tears slipped down her cheeks. She recollected the last few months prior to this day. Back when Adrien had proposed to Marinette, she had spent no time to begin designing her gown. Throughout all of their other wedding planning activities, this one was definitely the most important to her.
"Adrien loves you," the kwami spoke in a squeaky, yet loving, voice. "He also cherishes your work and I'm sure he will love anything you come up with!" She flew over to the mannequin and brushed her paw against the soft fabric. "Once he sees you in this lovely gown, he will be speechless for sure!"
Marinette finally uncovered her eyes and walked over to where Tikki was. "You know what? I think you're right," she sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I don't know what I was thinking." Her gaze moved to the many photos she had plastered all over her wall. Some were selfies, others were with her friends and family. The most special one to her, though, was the one filled with photos of her and the love of her life.
There wasn't a single photo on that board where Adrien wasn't smiling and looking at her with love-filled eyes. The thought of his reaction to seeing her on their wedding day was enough to make a smile return to her face.
"I think you're just nervous," Tikki said, patting her on the head. "Relax, Marinette. Everything will be fine."
She chewed on her lip before taking a deep breath. "Do you think everything will be okay, Tikki?", the nervousness in her voice was very evident as she spoke.
Tikki placed her paws on Marinette's cheek. "Knowing how much Adrien loves you and how you are an absolutely amazing designer?", her squeaky voice became even higher. "Absolutely!"
Marinette gave the kwami a small kiss. "Thank you so much, Tikki," she walked back to her desk and picked up a few pink flowers made of cloth. "I really could use a nap, but not before I add these to my dress!"
With her kwami watching intently by her side, Marinette promptly got back to work on a piece of clothing that would soon change her life.
"Just breathe, girl."
Marinette looked at herself in the vanity mirror. Alya was standing behind her, her hands on her shoulders as she gave her words of encouragement. "You got this," Alya's voice was confident. "After today, you will have married the man you've been dreaming of since we were thirteen."
She gulped, nodding frantically as she tried to shake the hardened pit in her stomach. "I can do this," Marinette spoke aloud, trying her best to sound confident. "I just hope everything turns out fine.
"You've got absolutely nothing to worry about, Marinette," Alya began playing with her best friend's hair. "Adrien is going to be floored when he sees how beautiful you look."
Marinette turned around and took in the slight chaos happening around her. Her mother was helping Myléne zip up her dress, while Juleka and Rose took turns doing each other's makeup. Alix sat off to the side fiddling with her bouquet of flowers as Kagami was trying to pull up her tights.
Closing her eyes, she swallowed and let out a hefty sigh. She thought back to her conversation with Tikki. Come on Marinette, you're Ladybug. Where is your confidence? The words of her kwami, combined with Alya's swarmed around in her mind as she felt the lump in her throat begin to disappear.
"Adrien loves me as much as I love him," she pulled her hair back into a ponytail. "I have no doubt that he will love whatever I come up with, right?"
Alya gently kissed the top of her hair. "Now that's what I'm talking about!", she pulled out her giant bag of makeup and sat it on the vanity top. "Let's get to work because I'm not going to let you be late to your own wedding."
The next couple of hours were more relaxed than Marinette had expected them to be. Most of her bridesmaids were already adorned in their shimmery baby pink dresses and white tights. They each took turns doing each other's hair and makeup, while Alya and Sabine volunteered to do the bride's.
Alya had just finished with Marinette's makeup as Sabine pulled out a curling iron. "Do you still want what we discussed, or did you change your mind?", she asked her daughter.
Marinette looked around at her friends. She had decided to let each of them choose their own hairstyle, so long as it was easy for someone else to do. Alya went with a messy bun and Rose had let her hair grow out so that she could sport a bob with a sparkly pink headband that matched her dress. Even her mother had decided to let her hair grow out so that she could pin it up.
"Let's do half up and half down," she gestured with her hands, showing her mother the exact style she wanted. "I think that'll look nice with my veil."
Sabine smiled at her as she picked up the hot iron. "I think it will look lovely on you, dear," she walked behind her daughter and began twirling a few pieces of her hair.
The bride-to-be looked at herself in the mirror. Alya had done a fantastic job on her makeup and made sure that it wasn't too heavy. She had chosen to do a simple look of just mascara, some blush, and a light red lipstick. Her mind began to wonder what was going on outside. Hopefully, the boys were having a smooth time getting ready as the girls were.
Alya stood by the door, looking at her phone as she waited for Nino to text her back. She smiled as he let her know that Adrien and the other groomsmen were pretty much ready and that she would see him soon. She walked over to her best friend, laughing as she put her phone back into her purse.
"Ya know, I've told you this a lot," she walked to stand in front of Marinette. "But you and Adrien really are made for each other."
Marinette tried to keep herself from rolling her eyes. "What makes you say that this time?", she closed her eyes, trying to relax as her mom continued curling her hair.
"I just got a text from Nino and he's telling me how they had to give Adrien a pep talk, too," Alya chuckled when Marinette opened her eyes to look at her. "See? He's just as nervous as you."
Marinette tried her best not to frown. "Poor guy," it made her heart hurt a little, but it did give her some relief knowing that she wasn't completely crazy. "Now I really can't wait to see him."
Alya shared a smile with her. "I'm going to go out and check on everything, so let me know when you're going to put on your dress."
Marinette nodded quickly as her best friend and maid of honor left the room. Her eyes darted over to the mannequin in the corner of the room. It had taken her a long time, longer than she liked to admit, but she really was proud of that dress.
For as long as she could remember, she'd always wanted to design and create her own wedding dress. The day was finally here and albeit still feeling the uneasiness in her stomach, she really did love it.
Her friends stood around her as her mother finished up her hair. If it weren't for the fear of ruining her makeup, she swore she would've cried as she looked in the mirror.
"How do you like it, sweetheart?", Sabine asked her as she turned off the curling iron.
Marinette grabbed a lock of her hair, letting her fingers run through the soft, silkiness of freshly curled hair. "I love it," she gave her mom a sincere smile as she hugged her from her chair. "Thank you so much."
Sabine tried not to let the tears fall from her eyes just yet. "You're very welcome," she stepped back to let Marinette get out of the chair. "You look so beautiful and we haven't even gotten you into your dress yet."
As she stood up from the chair, Marinette approached the mannequin which held her wedding dress. She took a deep breath as she reached around and unzipped the back. "It's the moment of truth," she whispered to herself. "Tell Alya to come back in."
Rose quickly ran out to find Alya, who didn't waste any time getting back inside the room. She went up to her best friend and placed her hands on her shoulders from behind.
"You ready, Marinette?", she gently massaged her shoulders.
Marinette took in a deep breath as her eyes met the beautiful gown made of white and pink fabric. "Adrien is waiting for me," her heart fluttered at the thought of him waiting outside next to the altar. "I'm ready to see him."
The sound of an organ playing softly echoed throughout the church. Marinette looked to her father, who had his arm intertwined with her own. She smiled gently at him as she noticed the faint tears in his eyes.
"You look absolutely stunning, baby," Tom spoke as he gently kissed her hair.
"Thank you, Papa," she kissed his cheek before taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."
They stepped around the corner and watched from a distance as hers and Adrien's friends walked up to where she would soon be standing. Alya and Nino stepped out in front of her, wrapping their arms together in a similar fashion.
Her best friend turned around briefly to wink at her. "You'll do great," she smiled before turning around and walking off with Nino.
As Marinette stood at the end of the runway, Adrien's gaze finally met hers. Her breath hitched as she gave him a soft smile, which he returned. Everyone turned to look at her, their faces gazing upon her creation as her father led her up the aisle.
She never took her eyes off of Adrien, who now had a bright smile on his face. It wasn't until she was standing in front of him that she noticed the tears in his eyes.
"Is everything okay?", she asked him gently, her brows furrowing.
"Um, yes, it's just…", his voice paused and he gently lifted up the veil in front of her face. "I never thought you could ever be more beautiful."
She held back her own tears as he grabbed one of her shaking hands. He looked as immaculate as ever with his hair curled slightly in the front. His suit, also one of her creations, was black with white and pink accents. "You look incredibly handsome, yourself," her voice was shaking as she spoke, which prompted him to give her hand a squeeze. "As always."
Soon, the organ stopped playing and the priest came over to begin the ceremony.
"We are gathered here today to unite these two lovely people in holy matrimony. Mlle. Marinette Dupain-Cheng and M. Adrien Agreste will now exchange vows."
"Mind if I go first, my lady?", Adrien gently kissed her knuckles as she giggled.
"Of course."
"Marinette, ever since the day I met you, I knew that there was something special about you. You're the most incredible person I've ever met and you make me feel complete," tears started running down his cheeks. "I couldn't imagine my life without you in it."
Marinette felt her chest tighten as she tried to hold back the tears poking at her own eyes. "Adrien, you're so very sweet and that is just one of the many things I admire about you," she handed her bouquet to Alya so that she could grab both of his hands. "I've dreamed of this day since we were thirteen and I'm so happy that you have chosen me to be your partner...for life."
Very audible "aww's" could be heard from the crowd, as well as their friends behind them. The priest spoke up once again.
"Marinette, do you take Adrien to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
She looked deep into his green eyes. "I do," she said proudly as she placed a ring on his finger.
"And Adrien, do you take Marinette to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
He gulped as he tried to regain his composure. "Yes, I do." He followed suit and slid a ring on her finger.
"Then I proudly pronounce you husband and wife," the priest closed his book. "You may now kiss the bride."
Without hesitation, Adrien leaned forward and pressed his lips against Marinette's as he swept her up in a gentle kiss. Everyone around them clapped and cheered, but it felt as though it was only the two of them in the room.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. As they released, her blue eyes met his green ones as she asked," So...I guess this means you like my dress?"
"Oh, Marinette, I don't like it," he placed a hand on her cheek. "I love it. It's as amazing as everything else you create."
Marinette finally let the tears fall as he placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Thank you, Adrien," she sniffled. "I love you."
"I love you, too," he grabbed her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'll never stop telling you how amazing you are."
They turned around to face their family and friends.
"I now present to you, Monsieur and Madame Adrien Alexandre Ange Alain Athanase Dupain-Agreste. I wish you both a wonderful and happy life together."
As she stood there holding her new husband's hand, Marinette felt relieved as all of her worries quickly went down the drain. Not only had her dress been wonderful, but now her life would be too.
I apologize for not posting in awhile. I just haven't had much motivation lately 😝 so I decided to post this fic that I wrote over about three years ago since I had actually forgotten about it until now. Until next time!