Miraculous OneShots

Marinette's First Modelling Gig

Author's Notes

In this fic everyone has graduated from lycèe (high school) and are 18, FYI.

In order to stay true to French terms, the "football" that I mention is not American football but soccer.

Marinette looked at the chaos of cameras and lights and staff from a distance, grabbing onto her friend's arm and trying to hide behind her. But of course, her friend, trying to be a wingman, just grinned and pushed the bluenette forward.

"Now's your chance. Go say hi."

Adrien Agreste, the boy that Marinette had been in love with since the beginning of freshman year, was sitting in a tall chair next to a mirror, where his hair and makeup for the impending photoshoot had just been finished. He was now looking down at his phone, waiting until they were ready for him on set.

Now it wasn't only nerves stopping Marinette from moving forward to approach the boy. She was frozen as she gazed at his beautiful, striking features. The makeup artist hadn't done anything over the top, but the simple products like highlighter brightened his face and made his bone structure even more impressive.

Another nudge in her back brought Marinette back to the moment she was in.

Alya and her had been walking to the convenience store for snacks when they passed the park and saw the set up for a photoshoot. Neither was surprised when they looked closer and saw that Adrien was on the set, clearly the star of the show, but they were surprised to see that as the makeup artist stepped away from him, Adrien was left alone.

"He's all alone," Alya pushed. "All you have to do is go over there and say hi, maybe ask him how he's doing or what the photoshoot is for." She gave her friend a look, speaking loads about the years she had spent trying to get Marinette to actually talk to Adrien rather than staring at him from the sidelines.

"You can't just stare at him for a distance all your life. Just talk to him, he'll be able to keep the conversation going for you." When Marinette stayed frozen Alya kept encouraging. "We both know that you want this. You want to actually be able to interact with him without turning into a statue and the only way to do that is through practice." Alya gave her friend one more firm shove. "So let's practice."

This time Marinette fell far enough forward that it caught Adrien's attention. He looked up from his phone and a grin split his face. "Hi Marinette."

Being the gentleman that he is, Adrien stood from his chair and offered Marinette a hand, pulling her up from the ground.

Alya took a few steps back and just watched.

"H-hi..." Marinette cleared her throat. "Hi Adrien."

Smiling wider, Adrien looked at his ex-classmate. "How are you doing?"

"Good," Marinette squeaked. Glancing back at her friend, she found her courage and continued speaking. "How are you doing, Adrien?"

The sun seemed to shine brighter as Adrien somehow smiled even broader than before. "Good as I can be." He shrugged. "It's not too hot and once I'm finished with this shoot I get to go home and relax for a bit before my Mandarin lessons."

"That's good..." Marinette found herself at a loss for words. What was she supposed to say? Suddenly her brain felt empty, like there were only cobwebs in there and tumbleweeds rolling through the empty space. But then she looked away from his captivating eyes and she saw what he was wearing and she couldn't help but have questions.

"I love what you're wearing," she gushed.

Black joggers with three neon stripes down the leg in yellow, green, and purple were relaxed yet somehow accentuated his toned legs. His arms were unencumbered by a tank top with wide stripes of the same three colors across his chest. The look was finished off by a pair of wayfarer sunglasses hanging on the neck of his tank.