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the colour of you | a miraculous au

1: green | ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ

summary:

Marinette doesn't really care if she never sees colour. She doesn't really mind if she spends the rest of her life designing in black and white, as long as she can design.

Adrien doesn't care either. Or at least that's what he tells himself. But when their paths cross at one of his father's photoshoots, and the world explodes into colour, not caring is no longer an option.

tags: extraordinary attorney woo x MLB crossover, autistic!marinette, Soulmates AU, when you meet your soulmate you can see colour, there are no miraculouses, No ladybug and Chat Noir, adrien only models sometimes, marinette is an apprentice fashion designer for gabriel, Wholesome!gabriel, gabe and his son have a good relationship, Emelie is alive for now

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/42069225/chapters/105623520

all chapters: https://www.tumblr.com/miraculouslyhopeless/tagged/mh%20tcoy

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"Coming, maman!" Marinette bounds down her stairs, running up to her mother. She stands before a delicious feast of baked goods, dusting off her apron.

"How do they look?" Her mother asks bashfully. Marinette knows that her mother knows just how good she is, so she simply grins. "As good as they always do."

Sabine laughs lightly, pulling her daughter into a hug. "You little flatterer, you."

"What's the special occasion?"

"Not much. I just felt like baking for my amazing daughter, is all."

"All of this? You have an ulterior motive."

"I do not." Sabine, in fact, does have an ulterior motive. She knows it's her daughter's first official day at her new apprenticeship, under the world-famous Gabriel Agreste. If Marinette is forced to share out baked goods with everybody, she'll have to touch hands with her soulmate. Right?

"Maman, I'm not a child anymore. I can't buy my way to a job with chocolate croissants. You know that." Marinette laughs. She doesn't doubt her ability to move up in the ranks, which is partially why she rejects her mother's baking. She's known as the brave designer who does what no Colourless person would do. Her designs are only in colour. Sometimes, the designs look ridiculous, but her overall craftsmanship seems to have won the hearts of Paris, and at the ripe age of eighteen, she's landed a position that people fight for their whole lives.

She reckons that even if she never met her soulmate, she'd be fine. She's met her match in her designs. But a small part of her likes to hope. Likes to dream that someday, she'll see her designs in all their glory, that she'll never have to second guess her colour choices again. It's a big dream, one that she doesn't know the possibility of.

Unlike most people she knows, she still hasn't met her soulmate. And she refuses to get in a relationship with anyone who isn't. She's met a few guys who she's liked a lot, but the pain of having to choose would hurt her. After all, if you reject a soulmate, you lose your ability to see colour. And the chance of getting another soulmate after you reject the will of the gods is near nil.

"Take them anyway, ma cherie. You never know."

Marinette sighs, and packs up the baked treats. She considers just eating them on the way in, but she knows she'll regret it in the end. She decides that she'll donate the snacks to the security. Surely they'll appreciate it more than the people in Gabriel's office.

"I'm going now! Have a great day, and say bye to papa for me!" Marinette calls as she runs out of the bakery doors. She's got a deadline to keep to.

Working for Gabriel has been everything that Marinette ever dreamed of, and she's only ever worked with him as work experience. But as university season came, she realised that she was going to need to make a decision. Luckily for her, Gabriel Agreste made it much easier for her with his offer.

The office she's stationed at isn't very far away from her. In fact, if she takes the metro, she'll get there in less than ten minutes. Even so, she leaves early so that she can enjoy a peaceful walk through the streets of Paris, even though she's lived here her whole life.

She imagines what the hordes of people look like in technicolour, what the parks and shop fronts look like. When she was a child, her mother would take her to a park and run her hands through the fresh grass.

"This," she would whisper. "Is green. Green is the feeling of grass under your toes and the leaves of a plant. Green is nature and safety."

Green would always be one of Marinette's favourite colours.

As she makes her way to her new place of work, her phone rings.

"Alya?"

"Hey, girl! How's the first day of work looking?" Alya was one of the people Marinette envied. She had no trouble loving whoever she wanted, whether the world burst into colour when she saw them or not. As far as Marinette was concerned, she still hadn't seen her first glimpse of colour, and she even claimed to not care.

"I'm not even at the door yet. How are things going for you?"

"Oh, you know. It's going." Alya sighs. "You know Nino can see colour?"

Marinette gasps. If Nino can see colour and Alya can't… It's Marinette's worst nightmare. She never would have wanted that for her best friends.

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't sweat it, girl. He says he doesn't care." The tremble in Alya's voice tells Marinette that despite Nino's words, Alya cares. "He says my eyes are brown, the colour of tree trunks."

"That's not very romantic, is it?" Marinette grins, knowing that that's what Alya thinks. Quite frankly, Marinette wouldn't mind being compared to a tree, or anything from nature. In fact, she loves the idea of it.

"No, it's not," Alya laughs. "I should let you go. Have a great day, okay? I'll be thinking of you whilst I'm in my journalism lecture."

"Alright," Marinette grins. "Have a great day. And pay attention to your lecture. Just because you have a famous blog doesn't mean that you get to slack off in class."

"Whatever," Alya mutters a goodbye and logs off, leaving Marinette to the sounds of Paris again. She doesn't know how she'd fare in Alya's position, but she's glad that she doesn't have to face it.

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