Lucky Witch Magic

Motivation

Marinette's POV
"Try it again."
For the past hour I've been trying to teach Adrien to magically grow a plant, but no matter how hard he seems to try he can do it. I don't understand, he was doing really well for the past week and a half. If he kept it up we would be married already. I have my dress ready, along with his tux. I also have been growing an flower archway so petals can fall all around us like the spell requires. But when we aren't planning the wedding or doing witchcraft we just hang out, cuddling, kissing, reading, anything! It is a shame Nino and Alya can't make it though. They're both a couple villages over visiting Alya's sick brother. So they won't be back for a few months. I just hope that tonic I made for him will work.
"I'll never get it!" My student yells, clasping onto the chaste.
"Of course you will." I say, snuggling up next to him. "You just-"
"Not trying hard enough." He sighs.
"I wasn't going to say that." I correct, resting my head in the crock of his neck. "I WAS going to say that you're trying to hard."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean you're using your brain to much." I explain, running my hand through his hair while I take his hand in mind. "Stoping thinking  and just feel the magic. Don't be so controlling. It's a part of you, it doesn't have a will. It will always listen to you."
"But it's haaaaaaaard!" He whines
Then think about it this way." I sigh, pecking his cheek. "This is the last spell before a student gets their first familiar. But in your case........ We get married."
His eyes widen for a spilt second.
"Get ready to grow plant!" Adrien yells, standing up abruptly.
I giggle at his new found determination. He extends his hands toward the big pot on the floor. Small sparks of magic illuminate around his finger tips, but then disappear when Adrien scrunches up his nose and stiffens his shoulders.
"Stop focusing and just feel." I direct him calmly.
He face and shoulders relax as the specs form at his hands again. From his hands the lights travel from him to the soil in the pot. As they flow a small green plant sprouts. The green plants grows in size with each passing second. As it grows the color turns into a light shade of drown, then to a darker shade. Tiny leafs sprout out of the sides and top of the newly form wood plant. The leafs then grow in a ball shape while yellow lemons grow in random spots. Adrien slowly flutters his eyelids open for his emerald eyes to be meet with the lemon tree.
"You did it!" I shout excitedly as I stand up.
"I did it." He shouts, picking me up by the waist and twirling me in the air. Pulling me back down my lips crash onto his in a passionate kiss.
"We can finally get married." He sighs against my lips.
"We can finally tie the not." I reply, rubbing my nose against his. "When do we want to do the spell?"
"The sooner the better."
"How 'bout next week?"
"To late. Tomorrow. I want to be married to you as soon as possible."
"Ok."
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"Adrien must be waiting for me by now." I sigh happily.
Ripping my gaze from out the window I turn my eyes towards my vanity mirror. My reflection shows me in a simple white dress. The top of the dress hugs my curves from my waist up, along will a small v-cut that shows a small amount of my breasts with thin straps. From the waist down the dress flow, and as I walk a small train flows behind me.
(A train is that extra cloth that trails behind the bride as she walks that why it's called a train.)
A white lily flower crown rests on my head, and I wear white flats white flower patterns. My vision trails down the vanity mirror to the desk were a small book sits. The book at holds the spell Adrien found.
"Time to start the rest of my life."
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Adrien's POV
I stand at the bottom of the stairs in our small home as I wait for Mari. I adjust my green tie for what seems like the millionth time. I want to look my best for the love of my life. I'd never thought I'd be getting married. I had always thought I'd be alone, my father controlling all my actions. Or at the very least marry a heir to another villages throne or advantage. But here I am! Out of my fathers grasp, learning witchcraft, and marrying the most amazing, beautiful, funny caring, unique woman in the world.
Marinette.
Even her name makes my heart jump for joy. She is my everything. Hearing the clacking of shoes against wood I turn to see my blushing bride descending the stairs.