Much like Marinette I am extremly clumsy. Much like Adrien I just want a friend ;-; Also I have no idea what i'm doing. Foxy/19/Italian/English/super weird Here's a couple of my fics! FF.net: You must be mistaken | Like Raindrops AO3: You must be mistaken | Like Raindrops
“Chat…Noir…?” She muttered slowly feeling her vision begin to fade.
“Hmm…”
Marinette looked up; eyes glazed over. She couldn’t focus, everything was spinning.
“Wow… You really must have had too much to drink...” He chuckled gripping Marinette under her arms and lifting her.
Her eyes began to slowly focus, but she remained confused. Everything was so familiar, his touch, his voice…
“Come on, I still remember where you live.” He said slowly helping her, step by step, get back to his car, “I’ll get you home safe.”
Marinette groaned as the sunlight coming in through her window grazed her face. She reached up, digging the palms of her hands into her eyes and flinching. Her hands burned under the pressure against her skin. Her eyes creaked open to stare at the small scabs that had begun forming over her palms with the surrounding area looking almost like a rash having been so irritated
What happened…
She thought to herself pulling her legs off the bed. Obviously, she had made it home. After all she was dressed in her sleepshirt that she had left on her bed the night before. Her makeup, though, had been somewhat cleaned off but still smeared under her bloodshot eyes. Her head still felt as if it was spinning on her shoulders. Marinette slowly stepped off her bed, shuffling herself towards the mirror to give herself a good look.
Oh God…
Did she look like a hot mess. With her Tee-shirt hanging off her shoulder, her hair frizzed and standing smooshed against her head, makeup darkening her under eyes and her skin paler than normal. She hated hangovers. There was no cure for her. She was able to put herself at ease knowing that it was her day off. Not having to deal with people or work was just what she needed.
As Marinette reached for her storage case containing the box of miraculous to check on the Kwamis, she heard a rattling downstairs, it was what sounded like pans bumping against each other. Marinette snapped at attention – now more awake than she had been before. Quickly she reached for her phone on her bed checking through messages, typically, her parents would have let her know if they were coming over to visit in the morning. Rarely did they ever just drop by unannounced. Marinette grabbed the closest thing that she could find, which just so happened to be a thick pair of platform shoes that she had been working on re-designing. She gripped them tightly in her hand and made her way out of her bedroom as quietly as possible. Still hearing the small ruckus downstairs in the kitchen, her nerves grew, making her way around the kitchen to catch a glimpse of someone who was bent down behind the island counter. The only thing she could see was the top of their head which had thick black hair.
In that time, Gabriel Agreste was held under house arrest and due to his condition after having withstood the effects of the cataclysm without treatment, he passed shortly after. The Butterfly miraculous, along with all the other miraculous were returned to Ladybug. Adrien, of course, took the death of his father hard. Having only been 16 at the time he was sent to live with his aunt in London for the duration of high school since he had no guardians in France to watch over him. Chat Noir also took Gabriel’s death hard, he had really killed someone and there was nothing that Ladybug could have done to help no matter how much she wanted to.
Paris had gone into an era of peace, there was the occasional hijinks but nothing too tough for Ladybug to handle. Afterall, since Gabriel’s passing Chat Noir wasn’t himself anymore. He no longer trusted himself with his miraculous. It was only a few weeks after the news that Plagg had been sent to Marinette along with his miraculous, surrendered by Chat Noir.
Not only was she losing her partner, but she was losing her best friend as it was only a few weeks after Gabriel’s passing that Adrien was to be sent to live with his aunt. Marinette couldn’t help but feel like a failure. Not only did someone die on her watch, but the Peacock miraculous was still at large. There was no sign of Felix or the miraculous. There was no chaos. There was still a miraculous that she failed to protect.
Adrien and Chat Noir were not the only people that Marinette lost over the years. After high school, many of her friends and classmates dispersed throughout the country and the continent for college. Marinette pursued a degree for a short while but put it on hold. As her parents got older it was more difficult for them to run the bakery on their own, so she decided to help them out but lost time for school in the process. Though, that didn’t stop her from creating designs in her free time.
Bzeep. Bzeep. Bzeep. Bzeep.
Marinette reached over to her alarm to snooze.
4:35 a.m
The dark-haired girl groaned as she threw her legs off the side of her bed to hang there. Her hands holding onto the side of her mattress before reaching up to her eyes to rub them awake. The Kwamis still wouldn’t be awake for a couple more hours. Or at least until they smelt something from the bakery that they wanted to eat.
Slowly, Marinette got up from bed, tossing her hair into a ponytail, putting on a slightly oversized white tee-shirt and a pair of jeans before heading down the stairs to begin to open the bakery for the morning.
She was used to opening on her own, it had been a couple of years now since she had fully taken over the bakery from her parents. They had still lived in Paris, a few streets over in a smaller place, less for them to worry about.
Marinette switched on the lights towards the back of the bakery checking on the covered bowls with riding dough that she had left over from the night before. Before she had even gotten started, she grabbed one of the white aprons off the hook behind the counter.
She looked out the large window onto the empty Parisian street seeing a hint of sky as it turned from black to a deep blue with the sun slowly rising to brighten it. Marinette gave her cheeks a couple of soft pats before getting started rolling out the dough for her croissants.
It was only a matter of a few hours before Marinette had taken out her last batch of pastries, placing them into the display case and taking a couple for herself with a small glass of espresso for her breakfast before she saw her first customer of the day. At 24 years old she found herself not having done much with her life. Most of her friends had moved away, she hadn’t put herself out there to meet new people, and she hadn’t had much of a need for Ladybug. The one thing that kept her happy was that she still had her best friend in the city.
Alya had been employed by one of the top news agencies in France, creating and finding the best stories on the streets and bringing them to the people of Paris. Marinette still saw her on a regular basis as the bakery was Alya’s favorite spot to sit on her computer and get some work done and Marinette really didn’t mind the company.
Marinette sat at one of the tables towards the back of the bakery, breaking off pieces of her croissant and taking small sips of her espresso. On the counter she left 4 fresh-baked croissants that she had left for her kwamis upstairs, as it was only a matter of time before they came down the stairs to grab some breakfast and like clockwork, Tikki was the first to show.
“Good morning Marinette,” Tikki said through a big yarn, out stretching her small arms as she floated over to her friend.
“Good morning, Tikki. I’ve got some extras set on the counter for you and the others before I open up shop.” She smiled giving Tikki a small kiss on the head.
“Thanks Marinette…” She said groggily taking one of the croissants from the counter, followed behind by Plag, Trixx and Wayzz to carry the rest of the pastries for the other Kwamis as they woke up.
Marinette settled into her chair, only a short while until she would open shop. So, she spent her remaining time scrolling through her feed. Nothing new. Nothing interesting. Same old, same old. Marionette swiped her apps closed, standing up from her chair and and getting her self situated. She switched on the rest of the lights from the bakery and made her way to the front door, unlocking it and switching the sign around from open to close.
It didn’t take long before customers started showing up. Many grabbing breakfast on their morning commute, others stopping to grab dozens of pastries for their co-workers and families on that busy morning. Fridays did always seem to be busier than others. The last day of the week called for special treatment as a reward for having made it though the rest of the week.
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