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thewanderersminuet · 3 months

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Dear lover this is the last time

Rating: T

Relationship:Toxigriffe/Marigriffe

Tags: Paris Special, reverse crush, light angst, rated T for cursing

Summary:

Try as she might, Marinette hasn't been able to get Griffe Noire out of her head. That's why it's such a shock when he turns up on her balcony.

I wrote the first work in this series in a daze of inspiration and had originally planned to just leave it at that. A lot of people wanted more, and when I saw that day 1 of @marinettemarch was Shadybug I realized I had to write this as a follow up. (Even if she's not Toxinelle through most of this.) This is a sequel, while I would reccomend reading the first work in this series, if you haven't the main takeaway is that Toxigriffe got their own umbrella moment and now Marinette is down bad.

Thank you so much to @ladyofthenoodle for looking this over for me. The title is from the same song as the first work.

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The noise of spray paint filled Toxinelle's ears. Another boring day of looking for leads to the hole Hesperia crawled into. Another boring day of coming up empty handed. Toxinelle found it hard to complain however; she was too busy being transfixed on Griffe's goofy grin as he spray painted a cat on the wall.

She was only a split second too late to look away when he turned back to her.

“Admiring the view?” He waggled his eyebrows at her and struck an exaggerated pose.

Her heart beat hard in her chest. This time it wasn't her embarrassingly huge crush, but fear. She had to remind herself that the feeling of bugs crawling up and down her arms was just in her head.

Deny, deny deny.

“I was just thinking about how stupid you looked with paint on your face.” Somehow her voice managed to come out even despite her panic.

His face twisted comically into shock. He pulled out his baton to use as a mirror to see his face. The paint was on the cheek that had been faced away from her, she didn't see it until he turned to her. She hoped he didn't notice.

He grinned as he placed his hand at his chin and examined himself. It was so goofy and Toxinelle wanted to scream when she realized she found it cute.

“I don't know,” He said, putting his baton away and shooting her a shit-eating grin. “I think I look awfully char-meow-ing myself. Maybe you're just projecting, Cockroach.”

“Whatever.” She wrapped her arms protectively around herself and turned away from him.

It was fine. She'd been called worse. Besides, she'd been the one to start the insults.

Still, she couldn't help but wish he wouldn't take to their back and forth with such glee.

She let out a frustrated sigh and pulled her yo-yo out.

“Leaving so soon?” He said.

She couldn't decide if she wanted to punch that grin off his face or kiss it.

“Sorry, watching you paint cats that look like they need to be put down is not exactly my idea of fun.” She turned her burning face away from him before he could accuse her of being the liar that she was.

“Suit yourself.” He said.

The sound of spray paint filled her ears once more. Somehow, that hurt more than any of his insults.

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Marinette dropped from her skylight and onto her bed. As soon as she dropped her transformation she buried her face in her pillow. She couldn't bear to see the pity she knew would be in Tikki's eyes. The supreme had told her that the kwami was nothing more than a means to an end. An object to allow her to transform. Despite this, sometimes Marinette swore she could see Tikki looking at her with genuine care.

She hated it .

It made her feel too raw, too vulnerable. It was too close to everything she really wanted. The fact that Tikki, by all rights, should hate her only made it worse.

Marinette rolled over onto her side and wrapped her arms around herself protectively. Her thoughts drifted to Griffe Noire and that day they’d eaten snacks under his umbrella.

The Supreme had made it clear, although they were to work together, only one of them would be spared once the missing Miraculous were retrieved. Griffe had no reason to show her the kindness he did that day.

...but that stupid cat did, and now she couldn't get him out of her head.

It drove her crazy. It was stupid that she was secretly excited to drop everything to fight one of Hesperia's champions just because it meant she would get to see him. It was annoying that she could hear his stupid jokes playing in her head when he wasn't around. She hated the hours she wasted fantasizing about another life, with hamsters, cats, and a boy who's name she didn't know.

Marinette clutched a pillow to her chest. It hurt. It hurt that she would never know what he was like outside of the mask. What his normal life was like. That her fantasy would only ever be a fantasy. Even without their Miraculous slowly killing them, she knew Griffe would never see her that way.

There were some days that she caught glimpses of the Griffe she saw in that alley. On patrols where everything would melt away and they could just laugh and enjoy each others company. She would eat up every crumb as if it was the only thing keeping her from starving.

...but most days weren't like that. Most days they argued and bickered. Most days she couldn't help but pick at her stitches.

Griffe was an easy target. Especially when he gave it right back.

A small weight settled on her arm. Marinette turned to find Tikki, her blue eyes wide and filled with exactly what she didn't want to see. Her eyes burned.

She was not going to cry.

Marinette sat up, pointedly avoiding Tikki's gaze.

Air. Air would be good.

Climbing onto her balcony, Marinette felt nothing but relief when she felt the cool night air hit her face. She leaned against the railing and let out a sigh.

Only to be interrupted by the sound of a flower pot falling over and shattering.

“Fuck.”

Marinette recognized that voice long before she whipped around to see who her intruder was. Griffe was frozen next to her murdered pothos.

“Please don't freak out.” Griffe lifted his hands placatingly.

Marinette didn't say anything. She had no idea how to react in this situation. Maybe she should have acted scared to protect her identity, but she was stuck between being pissed at him for breaking her plants, and being giddy at the sight of him on /her/ balcony.

Instead, she crossed her arms and stared back at him.

“Wow.” Griffe said breathlessly. “Most people freak out when they see us.”

“I'm not most people.” Marinette said flatly.

“You're not are you?” Griffe had a look on his face that Marinette had never seen before.

“Wh-what are you doing here?” Marinette desperately tried to keep her voice even despite her nerves.

Griffe perked up and instantly started looking around for something at his feet. Upon finding what he was looking for, he bent to grab it before presenting it to her.

A single red rose.

...That was slightly crushed. The stem was slightly bent and a petal fell off as they both stared at it.

“Uh... sorry about that-” He scratched the back of his neck.

“What's this?” Marinette could barely hear her own words over the way her heart threatened to beat out of her chest.

“It's for you!” A goofy grin spread across his face until he seemed to catch himself. He coughed and straightened up before holding the rose out to her again.

Briefly, Marinette wondered if she was dreaming. It made no sense for Griffe to be bringing Marinette a flower. He didn't even know her. She hesitantly reached out to take it. As if everything might dissolve away the second she made contact.

To her surprise, the world stayed intact as she brought the rose up to her face to sniff it. With nothing else to do with it, she tucked the stem behind her ear. Looking back at Griffe, she was surprised to see a soft smile splitting across his features.

“You don't even know me.” She whispered.

“Well..” Griffe rubbed the back of his neck. “I know you're too cool to be afraid of The Griffe Noire. I think that's enough to merit a flower, don't you?”

“I wouldn't know.” Marinette wrapped her arms around herself and avoided his gaze. Silence fell between them. It seemed even Griffe was left with nothing to say for once.

“Hey, uh…” Griffe spoke up. “How do you feel about ice cream?”

“Ice cream?” Marinette swung her head back towards him.

“Yeah, we could go get some. My treat.” Griffe grinned and held a hand out for her. “I bet you've never traveled by stick before.”

Marinette eyed the baton on his back warily. He was right, and she wondered how strange it would feel to travel his way for once.

She turned her attention to his outstretched hand. Part of her screamed to run back inside. Pretend this never happened. He had no reason to be inviting her out, what if it was a trap? Or some elaborate prank?

Her eyes drifted back up to meet his own. As soon as they did he averted his gaze and Marinette swore she could see a tinge of pink stain his cheeks.

It was too hard to say no.

A smile spread across her face as she took his hand. Her stomach fluttered with butterflies as she watched his face mirror her own. He pulled her closer and wrapped one arm around her waist. Every point where their bodies made contact felt like it was on fire, and Marinette never wanted it to stop.

“Hold on tight.” He whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

She was right. It was a completely different feeling to travel over the city in Griffe's arms then via yo-yo. For a moment, she wondered if things had been different if this would be more common. Griffe helping her when there was nothing for her yo-yo to grab onto. Her swooping in to grab Griffe and pull him out of danger at the last moment.

Griffe sat her on his lap and extended his baton high above the city. From here she could see the city lights stretching for what seemed like forever. She took a moment to drink it all in. Despite having seen such sights as Toxinelle before, she was certain she'd never get used to it.

Marinette turned back to Griffe, but whatever she had planned to say died in her throat when she noticed him looking at her. His eyes widened comically. Her own cheeks burned and she quickly looked back down to the streets below them.

“Ice cream?” She squeaked out.

“O-of course. Uh…” She more felt then saw his head swiveling around, looking for his destination. “There!”

He tightened his grip on her and took off fast enough to make her head spin. When they eventually landed, Griffe gently let her down. Marinette quickly realized where they were when she saw the ice cream cart.

“Andre?” Marinette turned to look at Griffe in surprise. This wasn't just any ice cream.

Griffe jumped and averted his gaze. He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Shall we?” He gave her a nervous smile and once again, Marinette was struck by seeing this side of him.

She took his hand and lead the way. He squeezed her hand as she pulled them to the end of the line. For a moment, everything was strangely normal. Just another couple in line for sweethearts ice cream.

Until the couple in front of them looked back.

They screamed. Soon everyone else in line was screaming and running. Griffe and Marinette looked at each other and shrugged.

“Looks like they're letting us go first.” Griffe flashed her a grin.

“How kind of them.” Marinette couldn't help but return his grin.

Andre was rushing to try to pack up his own cart. Marinette found it absurd that he could be that scared of Griffe and still take his time to try and save his cart.

“Hey! Where are you going?” Griffe put a hand on the cart to keep him from fleeing. “All we want is some ice cream.”

“B-b-b-b-b-b-but- My ice cream is for-” Andre glanced at Marinette and she found herself wondering what he thought was going on. “-for lovers!”

“And? What's the problem?” Griffe asked.

Andre didn't answer. He just looked between them as if that'd tell him what to do.

Marinette caught a familiar grin spreading across Griffe's face. She crossed her arms and took a step back.

Griffe called on his cataclysm and hovered it over the cart.

“One ice cream cone and nothing has to be broken tonight.”

A few minutes later and they were walking down the bank of the Seine, looking for a private place to stop and eat. Griffe carried their cone in one hand. It was raspberry and mint. Marinette was pretty sure the raspberry had to be for her, but the mint confused her. Sure, Griffe had green hair, but it was a lot darker then the color of mint. She wondered if he was just as confused about where the red came from.

“Have you ever had this ice cream before?” He asked.

“No.”

“I'm surprised.” He said. “You seem like the kind of girl to have everyone clamoring to buy her ice cream.”

Marinette scoffed. What kind of impression did he have of her? “Not really, no.”

Another uncomfortable silence fell between them. Marinette pretended the billboards were suddenly very interesting.

At least a Gabriel ad caught her eye.

She let out a groan. Of course it had Adrien Agreste on it. Did they even have any other models?

Griffe stopped and followed her line of sight. Once he caught sight of what she was groaning at he froze.

“Wh-what's the problem?”

“It’s-” Marinette hesitated, unsure if she wanted to get into it. “It’s the model in that ad.”

“Not a fan?” Griffe's tail lashed behind him.

“It's a long story.”

“I have time.”

Marinette looked at him, but he refused to meet her gaze, instead focusing on the ice cream. She sighed.

“Chloé Bourgeois was in the bakery the other day. She had a friend with her.” She gestured over her shoulder to the billboard. “She was bragging about being friends with super famous, super handsome model Adrien Agreste. They were being rude to our other customers so I had to kick them out.”

Griffe quickly turned to look at her. “Both of them?”

Marinette blinked, unsure where he was going with this.

“I mean, they were together.”

“But—” Griffe tapped his foot. “What makes you so sure he was acting like that too?”

“I—” She was thoroughly confused now. It's not like Griffe had been there. Why did he care anyway? “Yeah, sure. I guess technically Chloe was the only one causing problems but… he's her friend. I have no reason to believe he's any different.”

Griffe went silent again. He wouldn't even look at her. Marinette started to wonder if she did something wrong, but she couldn't figure out what.

Maybe coming out was a mistake.

“I— I should go.” She started to step away, only for him to reach out and grab her wrist.

“Wait. don't go— uh…” He frowned and suddenly it hit her.

“You don't know my name do you?” She asked.

“I-” He let go of her and used that hand to rub the back of his neck. “You never gave it to me.”

“How many times have you had sweethearts’ ice cream before?” She wrapped her arms around herself and looked away.

Maybe she wasn't being very fair. But it hurt. It hurt to know that he would bring a stranger out to get ice cream with him, but never Toxinelle.

“N-never!” He said quickly. “Maybe we should start over!” He struck a goofy pose. “My name is Griffe Noire! What's yours?”

She considered telling him. Telling him and pretending this conversation never happened. Pretend he actually cared about her.

Instead, she shook her head.

“Goodbye, Kitty.”

She shoved her hands in her pockets and took off. Leaving him alone with their untouched ice cream.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #toxigriffe #toxinelle #griffe noire

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onlymarinette · 3 months

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hi…… hello… first tumblr post pls spare me

i have an offering

for @marinettemarch. yeah!!!

prompt: shadybug

but OOPS i might have ruined it a bit. i put in a Little Bit Of Angst (just a Pinch) (i’m not sorry)

LOVE MARINETTE

UHHH bye

(psst: trigger warnings in tags)

[drops this and runs]

#marinette dupain cheng #marinette #shadybug #shadyclaw #angst #my fics #marinettemarch2024 #man idfk

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marichat914 · 1 year

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Marinette March 2023

Day 8: Kittycat

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❄Winter in Summer🌸

#marinettemarch2023 #marinettefanart

#marinette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng

#kittycute #chatmarinette #marichat

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rivianaaa · 3 months

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My tribute to my babygirl, Emo Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Shadybug. The love of my life. 💖💖💖🐞🐞🐞

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SUMMARY:

Shadybug can bring her the heights that seems impossible to anyone. — Shadybug

#marinettemarch2024 #emo marinette #shadybug #toxinelle #miraculous ladybug #day 1: shadybug

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heizerux · 3 years

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Marinette March 2021: Day 2 “Multimouse”

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Marinette dressed in a self made MultiMouse dress!

(IG)

#marinettemarch2021 #marinete dupain cheng #Multimouse #ml #miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug and chat noir #marinettemarch #marinette march

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chelleaslin · 3 years

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Marinette March day 10- Moonlight

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#miraculous tales #miraculous ladybug and chatnoir #marinette dupin cheng #marinettemarch #marinettelove #marinettemarch2021 #marinettelove2021

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perditaalottachocolate-blog · 4 years

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Marinette ♡ March 2020

@marinettemarch Day 2: Letting Go

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#marinettemarch 2020 #marinettelove 2020 #marinettemarch #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #ml fanart #perdita draws #letting go #ladybug

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sun-summoning · 4 years

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#28 Alternate Career

Years later, Audrey Bourgeois still recognizes her. Marinette is shocked by this considering the woman she’s talking to, but Audrey just waves a hand, nearly spilling the cocktail she’s sipping.

“As if I’d ever forget the girl who turned down the opportunity of a lifetime.” Audrey sips her drink. “So?”

“Yes?”

“Well where are you studying?”

Considering she knew her mother would deign to attend, Chloe’s birthday is much more extravagant than usual. Beyond friends, there are a number of other politicians, celebrities, and Parisian elites in attendance. Why Audrey Bourgeois not only sought her out to talk, but is still talking to her, Marinette cannot fathom.

“ESMOD?” Audrey presses. “IFA? IFM?”

Marinette shakes her head. She swallows because this is a sore spot that’s never going to heal. “No,” she replies. “None of them.”

Audren frowns. “They rejected you?”

“No, I...” Marinette swallows thickly. “I never applied. I don’t design anymore.”

Marinette has long since given up her dreams of fashion. It hurt. Oh, how it hurt. There was a reason she ended up with the miraculous of creation, and to ignore its call still feels so unnatural. But Marinette is talented and she knows she is, and she knows if she pursued the career path she wanted, she would have gotten it. She knows she would have succeeded and she knows what kind of attention comes with success. And how can she live with attention when she has a second full-time job guarding the miraculous?

So Marinette stopped. She closed her online shop. She stopped entering contests and she put her sketchbooks in boxes in the closet and she decided to find an alternate path for herself that would allow her to lay low for the rest of her life.

Marinette doesn’t design anymore.

“What?” Audrey looks positively rattled, looking around as if Marinette might be playing some kind of joke on her. “But that’s ridiculous. Simply ridiculous.”

“Madame--”

“You have actual talent,” Audrey presses. “How could you just stop?”

Marinette shrugs. She’s gotten this question so many times over the years from everyone who knew her passion and talent growing up. Alya was hard to shake and Adrien was even worse. They have a theory it has something to do with some kind of critique that devastated her, and Marinette doesn’t really try to make them think otherwise.

“I just have some other obligations,” Marinette replies. “And I...lost interest.”

“Lost interest?” Audrey shakes her head. She finishes off her drink and when a waiter passes by, she deposits the glass on his tray. She crosses her arms, assessing the dress Marinette is wearing tonight. “Did you make that?”

“I did.” Fine, maybe she didn’t stop designing entirely. But it was honestly just more efficient to make her own clothes.

That just seems to infuriate Audrey even more. “You have real, raw talent, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I hope whatever obligations are holding you back get resolved or someone else takes over for you because...” Audrey sighs heavily. “For you to not succeed? That’d be a great shame.”

#fic #marinettemarch

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ayydrienagreste · 1 year

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Marinette March Day 1: Fashion Blog

Imagine this is Marinette styling Adrien for her fashion blog after the events of Reflekdoll.

#Marinettemarch #marinettemarch2023 #marinette dupain cheng #ml fanart #ladybug fanart #miraculous ladybug #ladybug and chat noir

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summraindraws · 3 years

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🌸Marinette March 2021 🌸 (in traditional)

Week 4: Talents

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💕🌟💕

#marinettemarch2021 #marinettemarch #marinettedupaincheng #marinettelove #marinettelove2021 #miraculousladybug #week4talents

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purrincess-chat · 1 year

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@marinettemarch Day 7: Friends

#miraculous ladybug #mledit #marinettemarch2023 #marinette love #marinette dupain-cheng #mine

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arolla-pine · 4 years

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Fake Dating - p.13

(13) - Sun King

Next morning Marinette run out the house with excitement she couldn’t hide. Yesterday had been full of positive experiences, so she couldn’t wait the next trip.

“Good morning, M’Lady!” Adrien greeted her.

“Good morning, Kitty!” she smiled in reply. “Did you sleep well after our walk?”

“Perfectly! I oxygenated, so I slept like a baby. And you? Didn’t a summer breeze affect you?”

“Geez, what the hell that small talk means?” groaned Nino who got out the car. “Just dance a minuet to kill me faster.”

“It’s quite possible we’ll dance a minuet.” Adrien laughed.

“Really?” Marinette asked in surprise.

“I’m taking you to Versailles.”

“What an idea!” she snorted. “There will be crowds in the palace!”

“We’re going to the gardens. No chance to find us in such an area. We could even get lost in one of mazes and make plans.”

“Yeah, I know exactly what you would like to do in mazes…” Nino muttered, and Marinette laughed although she knew that pretending of not hearing that would be more reasonable.

“We have two days left.” Adrien continued undiscouraged. “We have figured out the beginning of our relationship, now we have to learn as much as possible about each other.”

“And you’re boring again…” Nino commented. “It’s good that at least your girlfriend has a sense of humour, because there’s no fun with you…”

Marinette giggled. She had already got used to Nino’s taunts, especially after his yesterday contribution to the process of preparing ‘their story’. He was very helpful when Adrien or she had started to indulge in creating more and more incredible circumstances of their fake first meeting. Marinette liked how they had been working in the d’Auvers park on the counterfeit past. In result they had quite a possible story of meeting of two celebrities in a café. She felt a hint of jealousy that it hadn’t happened for real. Somewhere deep in her heart she wished to meet Adrien that way…

“Just imagine Alya Césaire’s face when she gets known that you run into me by accident in a café and didn’t recognise a popular model in me!” Adrien had laughed, when they were going back to Paris yesterday.

“She’ll roll her eyes and won’t believe in that. She got used to that I’m lying to her.”

“I’ll convince her.”

“Yeah, right… She’ll look at you with her X-ray eyes and she’ll ask suspiciously: ‘And you just fell in love at the first sight?’” Marinette tried to imitate the journalist’s voice and look. Nino chuckled amused by the girl, although he kept his attention to the road.

“Of course, not!” Adrien joined the game. “I assumed that it’s just another fangirl! But Marinette didn’t behave like a fangirl. Rather like someone who didn’t recognise me at all.”

“Damn, you’re good…” the girl muttered. “I’d buy it.”

“See? The plan is perfect!” he smiled satisfied. “Leave it up to me and we’ll be good.”

Yes, she really wanted to believe him.

They kept laughing and joking all the way back home. They had had great time for the whole day and they made significant progress in the preparations. If they managed to work on details today, only trivia would be left for the third day. Marinette still felt terrified when she was thinking about the set-up planned by Plagg, yet she began to believe that with Adrien by her side everything would go smoothly.

“Versailles, folks!” Nino informed suddenly.

“Already?” Marinette was surprised.

Was it possible that she had been silent for the whole drive here? How could she miss the opportunity to learn something new about her boyfriend? Instead she was staring out of the window and thinking about yesterday, not paying attention to the fact that Adrien was holding her hand for the entire way and stroking her palm with his thumb.

“Let’s go dancing the minuet, M’Lady.” He smiled letting her hand go.

“Yeah… Minuet…” she muttered, feeling her cheeks burning.

Damn it. Damn, damn, damn… It wasn’t good. It wasn’t good at all! The more, Nino noticed her flush. That made her even more embarrassed.

She knew she had to regain her composure as soon as possible. First, she needed to drown out those strange emotions awakened by Adrien’s warm smile. That was a complete nonsense! She’d known him for two days! She knew nothing about him. That was illogical, irresponsible and absolutely unacceptable!

“So, what’s the plan?” she asked when they got out the car.

“Gardens, My Lady. To avoid crowds of tourists.”

“They will be in the gardens too.”

“I hope they’ll be more interested in nature than in the other walkers. Besides, I must admit that today you look totally unlike LadyBug again.”

“Yeah, I’m unrecognisable in this hat…” she muttered ironically.

“No, it’s not that…” he shook his head and came closer to her. Then he reached to her hair and touched it softly. “Maybe it’s because of hair down…” he whispered rather to himself than to her.

For a moment Marinette forgot how to breathe. Did he do it on purpose? Like yesterday with breaking a touch barrier? Or like today with stroking her palm for the whole drive to Versailles? She had no idea what the answer was. And she wasn’t sure she could ask him about it.

“I explained that yesterday that my everyday look differs from my professional one.” she said finally, when she remembered how to speak. “It’s quite useful, especially on days like this.”

“I wish I could do the same.”

“You didn’t have Tikki. She would take care of organising you some privacy. I’m so grateful that she thought about it in good time. I wouldn’t even think that I’d need it in the future.”

“That’s why some people are singers and some other are their managers. You don’t have to think about everything.”

Suddenly, Nino appeared from nowhere and patted his friend in the back. Then he put a black cap on Adrien’s head.

“Don’t thank me, dude!” he muttered by the way and then he withdrew to a standard distance.

Marinette glanced at Adrien’s cap and burst out laughing. Nino probably had bought it in one of souvenir shops, because for sure it was one of Versailles gadgets. Where else could he buy a cap with inscription saying “Sun King”?

“What’s on it?” Adrien was intrigued, so he ripped the cap off and glared at his friend. “Very funny, really!”

“Bu-But…” Marinette was laughing. “It is…”

“What’s so funny?” he glanced uncertain at her.

Marinette calmed down immediately. She cleared her throat and explained:

“When I saw you for the first time, you were standing at the window and the sun was shining in your hair. You looked like your head was in the sun. And now you’re wearing a cap with inscription ��Sun King’. Please, don’t tell it’s not funny for you.”

Adrien smiled in reply. For a moment he’d thought she was making fun of him. Meanwhile it was an inside joke thing.

“Does it mean I’ve been promoted from a prince to a king?” he asked.

“You were a frog in between, remember!” she gave him a wink.

“Only if you kiss me, remember…” he smiled meaningfully, and she blushed again.

“Beware, frog!” she answered back, then turned her back and ran away in a direction of the gardens.

He laughed, put his new cap on his head and followed her. He found her quickly in the entrance to a maze, where she was standing and laughing so hard that she was bent in half. He had to wait for a moment until she calmed down enough to explain what was so funny for her.

“Well… You know what Nino said this morning about what you wanted to do in the maze…” she said finally. “But this maze is a fake. Look, you can’t even hide or get lost there. You can see the other end through!”

“Maybe it’s more complicated somewhere inside?”

“Do you want to lose your shadower?” she asked in whisper.

“He’d break my both legs when he finds me… I’m not taking that risk. Besides, we should work first before we start having fun.”

“Nino was right. You’re a terrible bore.” She joked. “But… I have an idea how to combine fun and work.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ll learn something about me, and we’ll visit the maze.”

“I’m in.” he nodded.

She took his hand, as if it was something quite natural for her now, and she led him to the maze. Nino followed them, but he wasn’t too enthusiastic about this trip. Too many shadows, corners, risks. Damn celebrities with their whims… In such moments he liked his job much less…

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