♡ | Wave, a fresh-faced homeschooled girl, is about to embark on an exciting new chapter in her life: relocating to the enchanting city of Paris with her loved ones. She eagerly anticipates this journey, bubbling with eagerness and wonder about what...
With the frosting-filled piping bag in hand, I tentatively lowered the tip just above the cake. My hands trembled lightly as I asked, "Like this?"
Marinette's eyes filled with excitement. "Yes, Wave, just like that! But remember to go slow and steady so that the frosting doesn't slip." Her smile radiated warmth as she held the cake stand steady.
As I carefully traced the edges of the cake, the door creaked open. The sound of a familiar male voice was filled in the air. "Hey, what's going on in here?"
I notice Marinette's cheeks flush a deep scarlet. She quickly stepped back, allowing me to take the lead in decorating. "Oh, h-hey, Luka! Nothing much is happening here... We're just.. admiring the cake, that's all."
As they both engaged in animated conversation, I continued my delicate operation in the background, the sounds of their laughter and banter providing a soothing melody. Marinette's hands trembled slightly as she spoke, her eyes often meeting Luka's.
The tension in the air was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a hint of melancholy as I witnessed the undeniable connection between the two. I would be lying if I didn't say that I didn't want that kind of tension between someone else.
I wordlessly continued my task, my gaze fixed on the intricate swirls of frosting that adorned the cake. I grabbed the shimmering glitter and colorful sprinkles, eager to add the finishing touches.
As I reached for the glitter, my hands brushed against the edge of the table, sending a cloud of powder flying through the air. I coughed involuntarily as the glitter settled on the floor, its sparkles dancing in the sunlight.
Meanwhile, Marinette and Luka's conversation drifted towards me in fragments.
"I couldn't help but overhear," Luka said, his voice laced with laughter. "It seems baking has become quite the affair in here."
Marinette giggled, her voice sweet as honey. "Wave has taken a sudden interest in it. I say she has a natural talent!"
"Indeed," Luka agreed. "The cake looks magnificent."
I blushed, momentarily forgetting the glitter that now adorned my clothes and dusted the floor. The praise was more than what I could've imagined. It's not often I get compliments like this. Especially since I'm not a good baker. Or cook.
As the two future lovebirds continued to chat, I lost myself in the creative process. With each delicate touch of the piping bag and sprinkle of glitter, I felt a sense of accomplishment wash over me.
Finally, a masterpiece was successfully complete. A shimmering, vibrant cake that was a testament to the joy and creativity that filled this bakery.
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(Let's just pretend it has glitter lols)
@waverlymourine: "Just finished making this cake! I'm so happy with how it turned out. 🍰❤️"
The cool, smooth surface of the cake slipped effortlessly from my fingers as I carefully settled it onto the dessert stand. And doing so, a soft thud reverberated through the bakery, breaking the serene silence.
Suddenly, an explosive bang shattered the tranquility. Marinette, Luka, and I whipped our heads towards the front door, where the deafening sound had originated. An akuma attack.
Marinette's eyes widened in alarm as she spun to face the source of the commotion. "Uhh.. I'm going out!" She exclaimed with an urgency in her voice. "I need to ensure everyone's safety! See you guys later!"
With that, she disappeared through the door, leaving Luka and I in a state of confusion. Luka glanced at me, his eyes mirroring my own bewilderment. "I'll go check up on her," he said. "You go on and find someplace safe. I highly recommend it."
As he turned to leave, I felt a surge of uncertainty. Where could I go to be safe? It's obvious that right now it's a catastrophe and if I go out, who knows what could happen?
My mind raced through the options, but nothing seemed suitable. Desperation gnawed at me as another deafening bang echoed through the house. In a moment of panic, I bolted towards Marinette's room, my heart pounding in my chest as I hoped that her home would provide I needed during this chaotic moment.
My heart pounded in my chest as I sprinted towards Marinette's room, my feet pounding against the floor. Ducking into the doorway, I slammed it shut behind me, the loud thud reverberating through the house.
Panting heavily, I slid down against the wall, my back pressed against the cool wood. Through the open balcony window, I watched as the akumatized villain soared through the sky, a dark blur against the otherwise vibrant cityscape.
Ladybug and Chat Noir followed in hot pursuit, their voices echoing up to me as they devised a plan to stop the chaos.
The sounds of the battle erupted below, deafening my ears. Explosions shook the room, sending splinters of wood flying. I could hear Ladybug's determined shouts, Chat Noir's quick wit, and the villain's manic laughter.
Fear gnawed at my insides as the battle raged on. I couldn't see them, but I know they were risking their lives to protect the city. A surge of admiration and helplessness washed over me.
I couldn't help fight alongside them, but I could at least watch their progress from the safety of Marinette's room. With trembling hands, I covered my ears, trying to block out the deafening noises.
Once the battle reached its peak, a blinding flash of pink light filled the room. I gasped and looked out the window, instantly going out towards the balcony. My eyes widen in amazement. Ladybug had finally captured the akuma, and the evil energy disappeared into her yo-yo.
Everything was back to normal once again. A collective cheer of crowds erupted from below, thanking both Ladybug and Chat Noir for their help. I couldn't help but smile as I watched the two descend to the ground, surrounded by grateful citizens.
But suddenly, something caught my eye. Chat's emerald orbs flickered towards my direction, his gaze locking with mine for a brief moment. His eyes widened slightly, a whisper of recognition crossing his features.
Heat washed over my face as I instantly averted my gaze, my heart pounding in my chest. A furtive glance in his direction revealed a smug grin adorning his lips, his emerald eyes sparkling with a knowing glint. He turned back towards the crowd, his expression once again one of innocence and charm.
I couldn't help but smile softly, a warmth spreading through me. From my vantage point high above, I watched over him for a few minutes longer, my heart filled with a newfound sense of connection.
Then, with a final longing look, I retreated back into Marinette's room, my cheeks still flushed with a lingering blush.
