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Day 7

Theme: Gifts

Title: From me to you

“And our final graduate, and best student of the year, is…Marinette Dupain-Cheng!” Miss Bustier beamed proudly. The room erupted into loud cheers, as everyone rose to give Marinette a standing ovation. Even her enemies, Lila Rossi and Chloe Bourgeois were forced onto their feet (although Chloe was loudly complaining that “Dupain-Cheng being awarded best student of the year” was “ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!”

But Marinette didn’t let the haters get her down. She was beaming brightly as she strode across the stage to get her diploma.

She took it from her teachers and shook Miss Bustier and Mr Damecle’s hands before giving the crowd a cute little curtsy.

Her 3 best friends, Alya Cessaire, Nino Lahiffe and Adrien Agreste cheered loudest of all from the front row as she descended the stairs and came to join her classmates. They all congratulated her and pulled her into a tight embrace as she sat down.

The ceremony didn’t last much longer, and afterwards the teens were free to celebrate their freedom from education in whichever way they pleased. Marinette had all her friends come to the bakery for delicious pastries and cakes made especially by her parents.

The gift giving ceremony passed by rather quickly and with a lot of excitement as wrapping paper was torn off and squeals erupted from the gift receiver.

Quite soon the party was over. Only Adrien was left in the bakery. Marinette was a lot better around him now, but still had a thrilling shiver of anticipation run down as he asked her if she’d walk him home. It was an unusual request given that Adrien had his own chauffeur, but she gladly accepted when he told her he had a surprise for her.

They slowly made their way down the city streets, down a route which may have led to the Agreste mansion but she was unfamiliar with it. It was a road on which was lined with fancy shops. Suddenly Adrien halted in front of an empty store; unlike the other stores here — Dior, Chanel and Louis Vuitton, this store was ready for someone to move in.

It took her a few seconds to realise that Adrien had said something. “Huh? What?” Marinette blinked.

“Surprise!” Adrien grinned widely from ear to ear, “a graduation gift from me to you — I got you your own store so you can make and sell your own designs”.

“HUH?! WHAT?!” Marinette repeated, this time more loudly and with a loud squeal of disbelief.

“Yeah…I thought, seeing as your designs are so incredible, YOU are incredible, I thought I’d give you a little head start.” Adrien beamed with a wink.

Marinette was speechless. This was the best gift she’d ever received. Adrien was so amazing! Her heart was swelling with joy and adoration for him. But…there was one issue.

“Adrien…this is too much!” She insisted.

“You deserve it though!” Adrien told her, “you weren’t nominated best student of the year for nothing. And besides, I wanted to get you something grand to show you how much you mean to me”

Marinette blushed. Adrien Agreste cared about her! She had to take a deep breath to stop herself from taking off like a rocket.

“I love it. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She grinned, hugging him fiercely. She soon felt him wrap his own arms around her. Marinette grinned happily as she realised for once she wasn’t nervous at all. She was right where she needed to be in life.

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Day 6

Theme: Cooking Together

Title: The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie Internship

As part of the curriculum during the last year of Françoise Dupont High School, all students were required to complete a couple of weeks worth of work experience in an establishment of their choosing. The only requirement was that it had to be something they weren’t already familiar with already. So for example, Adrien Agreste wouldn’t be exempt from this just because he was a model.

Luckily for him, and as a surprise for their daughter; who everyone knew had a huge crush on him as much as she denied it, Mr and Mrs Dupain-Cheng had given Adrien an opportunity to do a baking internship in their family bakery; The Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

Adrien had been overjoyed at the prospect. He’d tried the many delicious delicacies Marinette had baked and brought into class or events; croissants, macaroons — she’d even done him the courtesy of bringing him a passion fruit flavoured one, because she knew those were Adrien’s favourite.

He arrived at the bakery on his first day 15 minutes earlier than he’d been asked to, already abuzz with excitement.

The bakery wasn’t even open yet, but he patiently waited outside without any fuss.

5 minutes to nine, and he could hear the sound of someone rushing around in the flat above the bakery, where the Dupain-Cheng family lived. A squeal and a clatter of furniture confirmed that it was Marinette. She was always late for things somehow it seemed.

A few seconds later, Adrien could see her through the windows of the bakery, the pair of hair ties she used to put her hair up into to ponytails in her mouth as she made her way out of the door.

Adrien’s heart did a few gymnastic tricks in his chest. Marinette looked stunning with her hair down. He wondered why she never wore it that way. When his heartbeat had resumed a normal pace, he gave her a wave, a beaming grin on his face.

Marinette stopped dead in her tracks. Adrien Agreste was outside her family’s bakery, at 9am on a Monday morning! What on earth was he doing here?! He couldn’t possibly be meeting her here to walk to school together? She didn’t recall arranging that with him! Unless her best friend Alya had organised it behind her back! But surely if that were the case she’d have told her right? Or at least sent her a text…

Marinette pulled her phone out of her bag to double check. Perhaps she’d missed Alya’s message this morning in her rush to get out of the door on time.

Yes, there was a notification on her screen, but not a text. An event reminder.

Marinette frowned and unlocked her phone so she could see what it was.

The words “ADRIEN’S FIRST DAY DOING WORK EXPERIENCE AT THE BAKERY!!!! 😍”

Stared back at her. With even a little heart eyed emoji!

Marinette’s jaw dropped in panic. She’d completely forgotten that Adrien would be working in the bakery downstairs. For 2 whole weeks! That meant he’d be here in her house every day! She could barely breathe.

Adrien knocked on the bakery door again, snapping her out of her trance. She realised the door was still locked and was still waiting for her to open it for him.

She darted for it, her cheeks red as she opened the door and met his dreamy green eyed gaze.

“Heyyy Adrien” she chuckled nervously.

“Hi Marinette. I’m a bit early, so I apologise. I just thought I’d come ahead of time to familiarise myself with everything.” He told her.

“Oh no! It’s not an problem, honestly! Please, come in” she told him, holding open the door for him, hoping that he couldn’t hear how loudly her heart was beating.

“Thanks” Adrien smiled warmly, coming inside the bakery and taking in a deep breath. Even without the ovens working or batter out on the countertops yet, the Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie still smelt of sweet home made cooking.

Adrien knew he’d love working here. As a model he wasn’t really supposed to eat too much sugar — weight was everything in the modelling world, and so was a dazzling smile. Plus his father didn’t really make too much of an effort when it came to sitting down with his son at meal times. Adrien usually found himself sitting at the table alone.

He was very close with the Dupain-Chengs, especially Marinette. They had all welcomed him into their home and workplace with open arms and he couldn’t wait to get started.

“I assume rule number one is to always have clean hands” he chuckled.

Marinette nodded and pointed out where the sink was. As he washed them, she went to fetch the apron they’d had especially made for Adrien, it even had a name badge with his name on it.

Adrien’s eyes sparkled with happy tears when she handed it to him. He was so grateful for this opportunity, but the perks; such as the apron and free baked goods during his time here, were all just a well appreciated bonus.

“Thank you so much Marinette!” He said, embracing her tightly to show his gratitude.

Marinette felt her already pink cheeks, turn even warmer with Adrien’s physical sign of affection.

“You’re very welcome Adrien.” She managed.

A few minutes later and Marinette was back to giving Adrien the grand tour of the bakery. The many different ovens, where the ingredients were kept, and where the recipes and utensils were kept too.

“Have you done much baking before?” She asked him, purely out of interest. Even if he said no, Adrien Agreste would always be perfect in her eyes.

“I haven’t actually” Adrien admitted shyly. “Is it difficult to learn?”

“Not really. Especially since you’ll be referring to our recipes. All you need to do is ensure that you use the correct measurements” Marinette told him.

“Okay.” Adrien nodded, but he still seemed a little unsure.

“Why don’t you start with something really simple? Chocolate chip cookies!” Marinette suggested, handing him the necessary recipe he’d need to follow.

Eagerness flitted through Adrien’s gaze, but he was clearly still nervous. He didn’t want to make a mistake on his first day.

“How about I help you? I have an hour until I need to be at the TV broadcasting studio to help Mrs Schmuck and cookies don’t take long to make,” Marinette offered.

Relief washed over Adrien like a tidal wave. He nodded. “Only if you’re sure. Thanks again, Mari” he smiled.

Marinette tried to remain composed at the fact that he’d just given her a nickname, and asked “Alright. Can you please get me a mixing bowl, a wooden spoon, baking tray, non-stick oven paper and the ingredients on this list?” She asked.

Adrien nodded, and was soon back with all the items Marinette had asked for.

“Alright. So first of all, we need to preheat the ovens to 180C, and line the baking trays with the non-stick oven paper. How about you do the trays and I’ll get the oven on?” Marinette suggested.

Once that was done, they began to add the ingredients to the mixing bowl before mixing them together with the spoon. Afterwards they put balls of cookie batter on the baking tray and then placed it into the oven.

“And we set the oven timer for 10 minutes. You can do up to 12, but we personally like our cookies to be gooey.” Marinette told him, giddily.

“Once the timer is up, you take them out and put them on the cooling rack to cool for a bit and that’s it, that’s how you make cookies!”

Adrien was amazed at how simple and fun it was. Much more so than modelling. And the fun had only just begun it seemed.

“Now all you need to do in the meantime is clean up. But an exciting thing you get to do is lick the remaining batter the spoon and bowl. Would you like to do it?” She offered.

Adrien nodded and gladly took the spoon to his lips. The batter was delicious! He beamed brightly — these two weeks would be amongst the best ones of his life!

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Day 5

Theme: Undercover

Title: Escape the Paparazzi

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It was happening again! Adrien was racing as fast as he could through the streets of Paris, attempting to escape from an excited mob of fans.

The last time this had happened was when the advert for Adrien; the fragrance had been released. Adrien knew as a celebrity he’d have to face the paparazzi on a regular basis, but sometimes he just wished he could be a normal boy and enjoy his life like everyone else his age. He was only 15 after all.

Last time he’d been on the run from the paps, he had Marinette with him. Although she’d managed to help him calm his nerves and pass the time, the fans quickly had come to the conclusion that she was Adrien’s girlfriend, and had begun following her too. Adrien didn’t want too much attention on her if she didn’t feel comfortable. However, it’s not like he disagreed with the assumptions. He’d actually grown to like Marinette a lot — much more than just a friend. Perhaps she could help him out again, now.

He ran through a side alley that he knew led directly to her parents' bakery. Marinette, her mother and father lived just above it and since it was a working day, someone was bound to be at home. He hoped Marinette would be home — it would be a bit awkward trying to make an excuse to her parents as to why they should allow him to go upstairs.

Lucky enough for him, Marinette was actually on the shop floor putting a tray of macaroons into the oven when he burst into the bakery.

She looked up to see who’d come in, probably expecting to see a regular customer, but did a double take and yelped in wide eyed surprise upon realising it was Adrien. The tray wobbled in her hands and Adrien dashed forward to help her. A few macaroons fell on the floor, but thanks to Adrien it wasn’t all of them.

“O-oh…thank you Adrien…” she smiled shyly. Adrien noticed the way her cheeks turned a slight tinge of pink, and chuckled.

“It’s alright Marinette, glad to help” he beamed. “I was hoping to ask you for a favour.”

“For anything you…I mean! Anything for you!” Marinette garbled, wincing as she once again embarrassed herself in front of her crush.

Adrien grinned, momentarily forgetting about the crowd of fans pursuing him outside. In that moment, all that mattered was the girl in front of him. But as her expression turned to a puzzled one, it dawned on him that she was still waiting for him to speak.

“The fans are after me again. I was hoping I could hide in your room until they’ve gone. Pleaseeeeeee ~ ” he explained, battering his lashes at her as he pleaded.

Marinette bit her bottom lip hesitantly, her cheeks turning an even darker shade of red. Little did Adrien know that she had a new shrine put up in his honour that took up an entirety of one of her bedroom walls. She didn’t want him knowing that she was no matter than the group of fans stalking him out on the city streets.

“Sure, you can come upstairs. My room is a bit of a mess right now, but I have something that I think will help” she told him when she finally regained the ability to speak. She led a now intrigued Adrien quickly round the back of the bakery and up the stairs that led to her family flat.

Once they were inside, she shot upstairs to her room. Adrien could hear her digging through chest of drawers and falling over piles above him. But she quickly reemerged with a pile of clothes, accessories and a wig.

“Here! Try this disguise on! That way the fans won’t be able to recognise you when you go back out.” She smiled, handing the pile over to Adrien.

The disguise looked fairly simple, so not to draw attention to him, but also was just the thing Adrien needed to get away!

“You’re a genius Marinette!” He smiled, giving her a kiss on the cheek to show his gratitude before disappearing into the bathroom to change.

He couldn’t help that Marinette’s cheeks had somehow turned even redder now as he left.

When he came out of the bathroom wearing a very casual outfit, a pair of round glasses and a blue wig to cover his usual blonde locks, she’d gone almost purple.

“Oh my…Adrien…you look… fantastic!” She gasped breathlessly.

“Thanks Mari.” Adrien chuckled, his cheeks heating up a little from the complement. “But I really should have an undercover name to go with my undercover persona. Any suggestions?”

“Babyyyyy…” Marinette hummed dreamily, before snapping back into reality, “I-I mean…BRADY! What about Brady?” She cried out loudly, trying to cover her tracks.

“Brady is quite nice. I like it.” Adrien aka now also known as Brady smiled sweetly from under his bangs. “Well Brady would like to go and see a movie, if you’d like to join him.”

Marinette chuckled. “Marinette can’t unfortunately, she’s busy today. But…” she said, disappearing off into her room once more and coming back with a long blonde wig, sunglasses and a cute jumper to have instead of her usual grey coat, “Nancy would be more than glad to accompany you.”

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Day 4

Theme: Soulmates

Title: Un Coup de Foudre

The sky had opened with such intensity

That it was as if the oceans were falling from it.

Raindrops tumbling from the heavens

And sticking to your lashes so that you could barely see if you weren’t under the shelter of a building or umbrella.

Thick, grey clouds had cast a veil over the sky

Darkening the entire city around us.

Only the occasional spark of light appeared when lightning shone through the cracks.

Accompanied by a boom of thunder.

But, despite the gloominess the weather created,

My world was instantly illuminated when I saw her face

Her eyes a brilliant blue

Just like the summer sky that was currently hidden by the smog of clouds

Her smile as as bright as the sun

She was captivating

For in a heartbeat, she’d captured my heart in a way no one else had

And though I barely knew her,

I knew she was the one for me long before I heard the confirmation

Un coup de foudre

A thunder clap

In France, we consider this a symbol of love at first sight

With a smile

And a newfound lightness in my heart

I approached my soulmate

Knowing deep down that this would be the first memory of many that we would share in this lifetime alone

We were made for each other

No matter what obstacles stood in our path

We would always find our way back to one another

It could be us against the entire world

But we would battle the odds to be together

Whatever the cost,

And win, because we are meant to be

Whatever storm stood in our way

We would always find a way to dance in the rain.

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Chat Noir being the adorable goofy kitty he is with his Snugga-boo

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Day 3

Theme: Yes

Title: Marinette’s New Year’s Resolution

It was 5 minutes to midnight. Marinette, Adrien, Alya and Nino were waiting for the annual fireworks to start in front of the Eiffel Tower. It was the first New Year that Adrien didn’t have any prior commitments, such as a photo shoot or some form of public speech he had to give for his father’s brand, so the 4 friends had decided to spend New Year’s Eve together.

Marinette noticed the way Adrien’s eyes seemed to sparkle with excitement at the prospect of seeing a live firework display with his closest friends. His smile was more radiant than Marinette had ever seen it, and she found herself swooning just watching him.

Alya chuckled at the sight of her lovesick best friend. She knew all too well, as did everyone else, that Marinette and Adrien were meant for each other, but as Marinette’s best friend, Alya had ways of influencing her to do something about it and hopefully nudge the pair in the right direction.

“So girl, out of interest, what’s your New Year's resolution this year gonna be?” She asked quietly so the boys wouldn’t overhear.

Marinette forced her attention away from her crush, and noticed the mischievous expression on her best friend’s face. That usually meant she was up to something, but Marinette could never figure out what it was until the plan was well underway.

“Well…I was thinking of trying to be more on time for things. I'm always running late, even if I set a dozen alarms in advance.” She chuckled.

Alya shook her head. What Marinette was suggesting made complete sense, seeing as she was always late for just about everything (school, parties, running errands, she had even been a few minutes late tonight).

But, it wouldn’t help set her plan into action.

“Marinette, you should try a more realistic resolution. Didn’t you have the same one last year, and fail on day 1?” She pointed out, attempting to make it sound like she was giving her friend advice and not persuading her into doing something suspicious.

“Day 2 actually.” Marinette corrected her with a proud smirk, “I was late back to the bakery to meet a customer my parents had an order from. But that wasn’t my fault, I was coming back home from school!”

“Regardless, maybe you should try something easier this time.” Alya told her.

“Hm, okay then. What would you suggest?” Marinette asked.

“Well, how about being more agreeable? Saying yes more? Getting out of your comfort zone?” Alya suggested with a wild, wide grin.

“You seem way more excited about the prospect of me being more agreeable than I am. I mean, how is this a good thing? Surely I shouldn’t do things I’m not comfortable with,” Marinette protested, the worry she felt already clear in her sky blue eyes.

“True, but it might help with winning over Prince Charming over there,” Alya whispered again, tilting her head in Adrien’s direction.

Marinette felt her cheeks heating up at just the thought. It only took her a second to nod in agreement. “Alright. That’s what my New Year’s resolution will be for this year. To say yes more! In fact I’ve already started doing it 2 minutes earlier” she beamed.

Alya grinned back at her. “Oh great! I’m so glad you’ve agreed to this, because it’s all part of my genius plan to get you two together tonight!” She smirked.

But before Marinette could ask anymore questions, Alya had turned to the boys and was talking loudly now in order to get their attention as well.

“Have any of you heard of that American New Year’s tradition? Where you have to kiss someone when the clock strikes twelve? I thought we could do that. I’d like to start the New Year by kissing my boyfriend. What do you think?” She asked.

Marinette’s eyes widened. She was absolutely mortified. Why did she have to agree to being more agreeable? She should've been more careful — Alya was always up to no good when it came to Marinette and Adrien.

Why did there have to be kissing? If Alya was going to be kissing Nino, she’d have to kiss Adrien! Kiss Adrien! Tonight! In the next few seconds! What if there was something in her teeth? Did her breath smell okay? What if she made a fool of herself? She wasn’t at all ready!

“Alya!” She hissed, face pale.

But the boys were both nodding.

“I’m down.” Nino smiled, “I would like to start the year by kissing my girlfriend too.”

“Sure. It sounds like fun” Adrien grinned, giving Marinette a wink.

Eep! He’d just winked at her! Marinette felt dizzy from the butterflies in her stomach.

The clock started counting down — 30 seconds left until midnight and a new year began. Alya and Nino stepped closer together and Adrien took a step closer towards Marinette, causing her heart to skip a beat.

Ten, nine, eight…

“So Marinette, are you ready to kiss me?” He grinned sweetly. Thoughts about how perfect he was, fleeted through Marinette’s mind.

Seven, six, five, four…

Marinette took her gaze off her shoes and returned Adrien’s smile with a shy one of her own. She took a step forward, and nodded. “Yes.” She hummed, lips now only inches away from his.

She’d have to applaud Alya for her efforts. This, though slightly nerve racking, was her best plan yet.

Three, two, one…

Their lips met just as the fireworks erupted in the Parisian sky. Adrien held her in his arms as they kissed, so loving and tender just like she’d dreamed it, perhaps even better.

It was the perfect start to the new year, just like a movie and so romantic Marinette wondered if it had actually happened at all, when they finally drew apart for air. Marinette could feel Alya and Nino’s eyes watching them, but she didn’t care. Right then, all she cared about was Adrien.

“Happy New Year Marinette” he grinned, a small blush dusting his cheeks.

Marinette giggled. “Happy New Year to you too Adrien”.

[adrienagrestesadoptivemum]

Day 2

Theme: Hold Tight

Title: Just keep your eyes on me

After her disastrous first outing with Luka, Marinette was surprised she’d ever been persuaded to go ice skating ever again! But seeing as it was for her best friend Alya’s birthday party, she’d agreed.

Besides, it wasn’t as if she was a complete novice in ice skating. Seeing Adrien (her crush) ice skating so perfectly with Kagami (who had been his girlfriend at the time) had thrown her off considerably. She’d do better today, she was sure.

But once she’d gotten to the ice rink and had her skates on her feet, she didn’t feel as confident.

There were a lot more people than just the 3 she’d made a fool of herself in front of last time, which meant she’d be even more embarrassed this time around. Plus, seeing as he was their very good friend, Adrien was there again too.

Simply seeing him tying the laces of his skates on the bleachers across the room made her blush brightly. He was so dreamy…

Just then Adrien looked up and caught her eye. He smiled his radiant smile at her and gave her a wave. It was a good thing Marinette was sitting down. Had she been on the ice or standing, she’d have fallen flat on her face at that moment.

Luckily Alya appeared at her side. “Ready girl?” She asked, with a knowing smile at her best friend. She knew Marinette well enough to know what her expression meant.

“I don’t know Alya…I told you what happened last time. What if I humiliate myself in front of Adrien again?” Marinette whined, nervously twiddling her thumbs.

“Come on girl! It’s my birthday! I can help you onto the ice and then if ever you feel unsteady you can always hold onto the railing. Although, I don’t think you’ll have to. I heard you’re really good. You’re probably just out of practice. Pleaseeeeee ~” she pleaded, battering her eyelashes at Marinette desperately.

“Oh alright then. But just for you” Marinette grinned, taking a hold of Alya’s hand and making her way to the rink as steadily as she could manage.

Once there, Alya ensured her best friend was safely holding onto the railing before beckoning over her boyfriend, Nino Lahiffe. Marinette saw her whispering something to him, but when Marinette gave her a look that demanded she explain herself, she just gave a secretive smile and a mysterious wink.

Marinette rolled her eyes and just waited to see what would happen next. Alya always had her back, but she liked to do things rather spontaneously, something Marinette wasn’t as comfortable with. But the next thing she knew, both Alya and Nino were making their way to the centre of the rink and away from her.

“We are gonna have some girlfriend and boyfriend bonding time, you’ll be able to manage on your own right?” Alya told her as Nino whisked her away, her tone apologetic but something in her expression told Marinette this was all part of some elaborate plan and she’d done it on purpose. Just great! What was she supposed to do now? She was stranded here, unable to do anything, unless she held onto the railing like a baby. If Alya was by her side, it wouldn’t be as bad, but now she just looked silly.

Just then she felt someone tap her shoulder behind her.

“Hey Marinette, Nino told me you struggle with skating. After seeing you last time…I’d say you need some help. So, do you want to skate with me?” Adrien asked with a chuckle, offering her his hand.

So that’s what Alya was up to!

Marinette turned a bright red. She was suddenly rendered speechless. How on earth was she supposed to reply to that?! Adrien clearly remembered what happened last time as clearly as if it had happened only yesterday.

Then again, it would be very romantic to ice skate with him, and it would be a lot more fun than just sitting on the sidelines.

“Sure” she smiled a little uncomfortably as she took a hold of Adrien’s hand and allowed him to lead her away from the edge.

“Don’t worry,” Adrien told her soothingly, “just hold tight and keep your eyes on me.”

The worry must’ve been obvious on her face. Marinette felt her heart pounding wildly in her chest and her hands felt clammy even under her gloves. Glancing around the ring, she spotted Alya and Nino ice skating together in perfect synchronization. Alya grinned at her and Marinette a thumbs up.

Suddenly, she stumbled forward with a yelp. This was it, the part where she fell on her face and made a fool of herself in front of her entire class!

But she needn’t have worried. Adrien, who had still been holding onto her, caught her with ease as if she was as light as a feather.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He told her, as Marinette tried to steady her heartbeat. Once she was back on her feet, Adrien began skating again, leading them both around the rink more slowly this time to avoid any further accidents.

“Remember, eyes on me.” He whispered, giving her hand a squeeze.

Marinette was still finding it difficult to breathe and wrap her head around this whole situation (she was actually ice skating! In front of her entire class! With Adrien Agreste! And he was holding her hand!).

But she found that as soon as she looked into those beautiful green eyes, all her worries ebbed away into oblivion. She didn’t need to worry about making a fool of herself because she could do this; Adrien was here to help her. And besides, no one else mattered when it was just her and Adrien in the room.

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Day 1

Theme: AU

Title: Starstruck Flowers

Adrien Agrete was busy rearranging a flower bouquet that someone had ordered from the florist he now worked at as part of necessary work experience for school, when the doorbell jangled; announcing the arrival of another customer. He’d just about managed to tie the bouquet together with a satin bow and set it aside in a box for packaging later, before she was in front of him and he had to look up. Instantly, his heart skipped a beat and his breath caught in his throat. For it was the most prestigious, but also the newest and youngest fashion designer in all of Paris; Marinette Dupain Cheng!

“Hello there. I’d need a bouquet with 30 of your finest red roses, please” she smiled politely, pushing up her sunglasses so that Adrien could see her summer sky blue eyes. They were so dreamy, he could stare at them all day…

Adrien shook himself visibly and forced his gaze away. It was rude to stare at people, no matter how incredibly beautiful they were. He had to clear his throat, before replying, for he’d somehow lost the ability to speak within a second.

“Erm…yes, of course!” He grinned sheepishly, rushing off as quickly as he could to the roses section to try and find only the finest and very best roses for her.

But somehow none of the roses they had in the store seemed to be good enough. Even though they were all kept in freshwater that was changed everyday and fed flowering nutrients, most of them were already wilting or had a few chips in their petals. The rest weren’t even blooming yet.

Adrien let out a hefty sigh as he began selecting the few red roses that had some form of potential. He’d have to give her a discount, given that they wouldn’t make a satisfactory bouquet, though he probably would’ve done so anyway. Though there probably wasn’t even any point in trying to win her heart, when it clearly already belonged to someone else. 30 red roses weren’t exactly a bouquet you’d tend to give to your best friend.

“Who's the lucky person?” He asked through gritted teeth, as he brought the bouquet over for trimming. He hoped his jealousy wasn’t too apparent, for he’d just met her a few minutes ago in person, so it would be quite humiliating. But the fact of the matter was he’d liked Marinette for years; since she’d released her first design till today. Then again it shouldn’t be too surprising that he didn’t know of her suitor. Given her status, Marinette was a very private and selective person. Her social media was all privatised and maintained, and she hardly went anywhere without her bodyguard.

It was miraculous that she was here alone after all.

Marinette gave him a quizzical look. “Excuse me?” She squeaked, wide eyed.

“Well, I can only assume you’re dating someone, given what flowers you’ve requested in your bouquet. Roses are usually given to romantic interests.” Adrien explained bitterly, wrapping the bunch of roses in matching red tissue paper and a ribbon, before bringing it back to the counter.

“Oh no!” Marinette now chuckled, her expression relaxing. “These aren’t for a lover. I don’t have one yet anyway. No, these are for my mum. It’s her birthday tomorrow and red roses are her favourite, so I thought it would be a sweet gesture.”

He hadn’t wanted to be embarrassed and yet he’d managed it anyway. Adrien flushed scarlet, so much so that his face matched the roses he was giving her. “O-oh…m-m apologies for presuming…” he stammered, looking down at his feet.

“It’s okay,” Marinette laughed again, shyly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

“As an apology, I’ll give you the bouquet for free.” He told her, once his face had resumed the correct colour once more and he felt it was safe to look up at her again.

“Absolutely not!” She gasped, clearly mortified.

“But I insist” Adrien persisted.

Marinette sighed. “Fine. But at least let me give you something in return,” She pleaded.

Her previous words suddenly repeated themselves in his head. These aren’t for a lover. I don’t have one yet anyway.

It was a long shot, but…

“How about your number then?” He asked, eyes hopeful, although he was already wincing at himself. What on earth was he doing?! Was he already assuming again that she’d willingly give him her number? Given who she was — the best fashion designer in all of Paris who strictly kept her life under lock and key? And given who he was — just a florist boy?

But he was about to be pleasantly surprised.

Marinette raised her eyebrows in surprise at his forwardness, but then shrugged and beamed brightly. “Sure, why not?” She giggled, pulling out one of her professional cards and a pen from her bag.

She scribbled another number on the top of the card, before sliding it over to his side of the counter. “That’s my personal number. So you can reach me and not my agents. But please, don’t share it with anyone else.” She instructed.

Adrien took the card into his hands and gently held it as if it was made of gold dust.

“Of course,” he promised solemnly.

“Good. Well, thank you for the flowers. It was lovely meeting you, er…” she trailed off.

Adrien realised he hadn’t even introduced himself. “Adrien. Adrien Agreste.” He told her, showing off his name badge proudly.

“Adrien.” Marinette finished softly with a smile so wonderful, it was as if Adrien was looking at the face of an angel. It was the most perfect smile in the world. “I look forward to your call. Bye.”

“Bye!” Adrien waved, grinning excitedly from ear to ear.

Marinette left the shop, leaving him standing there wondering if the exchange had even happened. But glancing down at his hand, he saw that he had proof enough that it had. Marinette's card, with her personal number written in her perfect loopy writing across the top. Now having more time to have a closer look, he saw that she’d also written 2 x’s next to it.

Adrien let out a squeal of excitement. He actually had Marinette Dupain Cheng’s number! And it seemed that she liked him too! This was the happiest day of his life!