What if 'the one' split into two...?
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Lady Luck herself, has finally fallen on her feet after years of playing catch-up. Her boss, Mary Humphries of The House of Humphries, has invited her to be first assistant at an important...
Marinette quietly followed Adrien into the apartment, feeling a sense of relief that Chat Noir had ventured off on his own for a while. It's not that she didn't want him there. It was just, when he was around Adrien he couldn't seem to control his mouth. She could already hear every charming quip that would undoubtedly escape her outspoken partner's lips.
'I'm surprised Darcy hasn't got a life-sized marble statue of himself in his entry way.'
'Look, M'Lady, he has one of those useless pieces of kitchen equipment which deshell an egg. Check out his fridge, I bet he doesn't even have eggs.'
This was the first time they'd been separated since he'd arrived over a week ago, and she couldn't help but wonder how long they could be apart. A quick glance at her phone told her it had been 5 minutes so far.
Finally stepping in behind Adrien, she surveyed the small two-bedroom apartment—a stark contrast to what she had envisioned. Instead of the grandeur of chrome and sparkling, top-of-the-line marble, she was met with a cosy, lived-in space that felt incredibly homely.
The lounge boasted bookcases filled with a blend of classic and contemporary literature, showcasing the complete series of Lee Child's 'Jack Reacher' novels alongside a healthy dose of Stephen King, Charles Dickens, and Victor Hugo. Amidst the shelves stood a large-screen TV, a piano, and a coffee table. Several boxes were still scattered around the room, a clear indicator that he had recently moved in and carefully selected which belongings to unpack first. The setup truly spoke volumes about him.
"Sorry," he said, his hand stretching to rub at the nape of his neck. "I'm still in the middle of unpacking."
Marinette wandered around the room, her fingers lightly tracing the contours of a vase that seemed oddly familiar.
"You've been to Shanghai then?" she said, looking at the vase with extreme curiosity. She had a very similar object in her own apartment.
"Yeah, when I was 14."
Well, that was curious. "Me too," she responded. "I went to visit my uncle."
"That's cool," he said, removing his shirt and leaving him in just his tee as he headed into the kitchen. She felt her head tilt to the side, her eyes examining him — that was quite the back.
Glancing around to ensure her partner hadn't suddenly caught up with them, Marinette leisurely admired the frame of this ex-model, the snug fit of his tee accentuating all the right places.
Well, hello there, she thought. Talk about unexpected eye candy.
Marinette couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mixed with amusement at the situation.
Her cheeks warmed from her own cheeky thoughts. But Adrien Agreste was far more than just a pretty face with a wonderfully defined physique. He was smart, funny, and unbelievably kind. Despite knowing each other for only a measly eleven days, he felt like a true friend.
Everything felt so wrong, yet so right! It was as if she was destined to spend time with Adrien. Marinette wasn't sure if he had coincidentally appeared at the perfect moment in her life, or if it was just sheer luck, but now she couldn't imagine not having him around.
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