𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 | miraculous ladybug

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 | jokes

"REMEMBER when Marinette and Adrien struggled with that automatic door in New York?" Alya said, chuckling.

"Oh my god, that slowed down the whole trip. The entire class was waiting for you two to get your shit together," Nino added, laughing.

"Don't even bring that up, it's not funny to look back on." Adrien said, huffing in the corner jokingly.

"Okay Agreste, but remember when you and Marinette went to the movie theater in those ridiculous costumes?" Alya brought up, smirking.

"Alya!" Marinette said in response, trying to forget about that silly incident. The four of them were in Café de Paris, a cute, small coffee shop around the corner.

"I do," Adrien stated grinning, before turning to Marinette, "Hey, do you remember when you thought I was a wax figure?"

Marinette froze. He was not supposed to remember that very, very special interaction.

"Woah, what?" Nino asked, confused and intrigued.

"We were at the wax museum one day and I uh.. decided to play a prank on Marinette. I pretended to be my wax figure, and Marinette tried to—" Before he could finish, the bluenette covered his mouth and stopped him from talking. The two fought for some time, struggling to escape or capture. Eventually, Adrien broke free from Mari's wrath.

"Hey, what'd you do that for?" Adrien gave Marinette a smug look, "I was just telling them a story-"

Marinette slung her arm around Adrien and rustled his hair, "A story that doesn't need to be shared, k?" She smirked and the blond chuckled in response.

"Fineee, Mari, you win." Adrien said, sighing. Marinette smiled in response, looking proud of herself, but before she knew it, Adrien was attempting to rustle her hair as well. The two fought once again, except this time it got a bit out of hand and the sound of a mug crashing to the floor shook them out of whatever world they were in. An employee rushed to clean the mess.

"It's okay, I got it," A middle-aged woman with honey blonde hair said, taking the rag and tray from the employee. The worker nodded and left, leaving the woman with the four.

"I'm so sorry, uh.." Marinette glanced at the woman's name tag, "Abrielle."

Abrielle's brown eyes looked up at Marinette, and her mouth parted to speak. But, someone interrupted her.

"It wasn't her fault, it was mine," Adrien spoke, immediately trying to take the blame.

Marinette noticed and poked him in the arm, "No, it wasn't, it was mine." Her tone was harsh and warned Adrien not to mess with her, but he didn't listen.

"I swear, it was mine, please do not blame her."

Abrielle kneeled there on the ground for a bit, just cleaning and looking at the two.

"It was both of their faults," Alya then said, setting the record straight.

"Very well then, it really is fine, accidents happen." Abrielle responded, giving a warm-hearted smile to the group.

"Please, I— we can pay for the mug, if it makes things better." Marinette announced.

"Oh no, please, it is more than fine." Abrielle said, assuring the bluenette that no extra fee had to be paid. "But, I do hope that you visit more often. I could always use nice, energetic customers like you four to brighten up the place!"

Nino grins widely, "Of course, we love it here."

"Yeah, totally, no problem." Adrien agrees.

Abrielle smiles, "Alright then, I look forward to seeing you guys again very soon," She waves a goodbye and leaves to continue working. Once she leaves, Marinette whips around to look at Adrien, and stares him down.

"Adrien, if you rustle my hair again, we will have a problem."

The blond chuckles, "That'll be difficult, but I think I could manage for a bit."

Marinette raises her eyebrow, "And how long is 'a bit?'"

Adrien hesitates to respond, ".. Like until we leave this cafe."

Marinette rustles his hair once more, laughing, "You fucking idiot,"

•★★★•

"Heyy, Marinette, come in." Adrien holds the door open and moves aside to make way for his friend and her large bag of clothes. Marinette was back at the Agreste penthouse to showcase her first finished design for the "Eye-catching" fashion show that would be happening in a few months.

"Thanks," She said, trudging her way in and setting down the bag on the floor.

"Coffee?" Adrien offers, glancing at the kitchen.

"Ooh, yes, please." Marinette responds and Adrien nods his way to make the coffee. He comes back with two mugs and hands one to Marinette.

"Here you go, madam." Adrien says jokingly, laughing.

"Thank you very much, sir." Marinette thanks him with a similar tone. She takes a sip, and places her mug down on the coffee table. Then she looks at Adrien, smirking and making a face, "Hey, you have a mannequin, right?"

Adrien looks back at Marinette, astonished and taken aback at first, but then he gets the joke and grins. "Of course I have a mannequin, shorty. What do you take me for?" He then walks by her, not breaking eye contact until he's past her, and goes to grab the mannequin. He places it down in front of her, and leans on it.

"Soo, show me what you've got, Dupain-Cheng."

Marinette opens up her bag and pulls out a couple of things prior to the main event— some scissors, measuring tape, needles, thread—and then, finally, the dress. It was a dark, red dress with black tulle on top, along with some shimmery looking touches in the right places. It stopped right above the ankles, but the back was slightly longer so it left a bit of a train. The dress was matched with long, white gloves that Marinette pulled out as well and laid out for Adrien to see.

The blond stared in awe.

"It's based on—" Marinette started to say, but was cut off.

"Rose's dress from Titanic." Adrien finished for her. Marinette was stunned at the reaction to her dress at first, but then she chuckled and put her hands on her hips.

"Wow, Agreste, I didn't take you for such a romantic."

"I won't deny that, but I do run a fashion company, after all. I know my dresses,"

Marinette giggles, "Of course, Mr. Agreste. Now; What do you think?"

Adrien grins without hesitation, "I love it."

"Really?"

"Really."

Marinette goes up to Adrien and gives him an excited hug, "I'm so glad you love it! I'll have some more designs done soon."

"I can't wait to see them."