When I sing and dance, I'm free

Chapter 15: Marinette the Dancing Fashion Model

WHAT UP PEEEEEEPS!!!! Oh My Gosh, it's been forever!! First and foremost I would like to apologize for my sudden disappearance and how long it's been since I actually published anything. But rest assured that I've always kept reading up on all your comments which is what motivated me to start up the series again.

Before we start the story I want to just ask that you forget about all that craziness I talked about in previous chapters since I don't plan on going through with any of them and that even though I haven't worked on this series in forever I have still been writing.

Lastly, I really want to express just how much I appreciate all the wonderful comments you've send me. Seriously, I've always been up-to-date with all your comments, laughing, and enjoying all the reads, they were all very heartwarming and I really appreciate it.

I won't be so consistent in updates since I'm already dedicated to my own original series, but I will still try to update the story nonetheless, so you can all enjoy yourselves. It's actually the very first story I've ever came up with; what encouraged me to start writing; and what motivated me to start this series as a practice run.

With all that said and done I really hope you all enjoy the return of Miraculous: When I Sing And Dance I'm Free!

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Marinette

How did it come to this? How in all of France did I get myself in this situation? Things started out fine. I woke up, ate breakfast, had a croissant or two only to have Adrien and Natalie come into the shop saying that Gabriel Agrest himself requested that I do a photoshoot with Adrien!

Apparently, Gabriel wanted Adrien to do a fall photoshoot theme on dancing and chose"ME" to be his partner. Adrien said it had something to do with the derby hat competition a few months back but that still didn't help ease the fact that instead of using some well-known model, Gabriel decided to use me instead.

Now I know some of you might be thinking that I'm probably either freaking out over billions of potential ways this could go wrong or just puking in the toilet because my anxieties are WAY too high.

Well, I'm happy to say that I'm not because... that was an hour ago. Right now I'm in Adrien's arm's trying (miserably) not to look like I'm on the verge of passing out, but I was no actress, and apparently, the photographer would agree.

Vincent: No, No, No! Mademoiselle needs to relax. Let yourself go, like a noodle.

Marinette: R-Right!

Believe me when I say that I could easily relax if the guy of my dreams didn't have his arms around my waist, holding me closer to his chest. Somebody, Save me!!

Adrien: Are you ok Marinette? You've been tensed ever since we started?

Stop Being So Nice, It Only Makes You Even More Attractive!!!

Marinette: Y-Yeah, of course, I am. Just trying to be like a noodle hehe, good old noodles...

It was literally impossible not to get distracted, being this close to Adrien. I was literally being driven mad right now, whether it was by the warmth of his breath whenever he spoke, the sensation of having his arms wrapped around me, or just being able to stare into Adrien's emerald eyes without having to look away; Or it could be all three.