Little Lies | Adrien A. x Fem!Reader x Male! Marinette D.

Mr. Pigeon

“Ughhhh”

Ivan sat a hand on my back to soothe my annoyance of the long talk Mr. Damocles has been going over.

“You only have one day to work on your fashion piece, and it must be your own design. In ten hours your fittest presentation will be judged by none other than the great fashion designer Gabriel Agreste, the father of our very own student Adrien Agreste.”

The blonde ducked his head, slightly embarrassed.

“In fact, Adrien will model the winning design in his next photoshoot. And now, to announce this year's theme: derby hats.”

Riddle me intrigued.

Or.. whatever the fuck it means to be interested in a topic.

At least I know what episode we are on.

Marin looked over to Chloé, she tilted her head sending him a thumbs-down gesture.

A frown painted my face at the interaction.

———

“You draw good. You make good. You sow good. You good!”

My compliments didn't seem to have much of a help on the blunette’s expression, “You don't get it! I don’t have any derby hat designs. I’ve got top hats, caps, even two-horned hats! Need a beret? I’m your guy. A sombrero? No problem-o. But a derby?!” He huffs leaning against the bench with his drawing book covering his eyes, “You know what? It won’t even matter, 'cause I’ll probably make a total fool of myself at the event, most likely trip over my stupid derby and collapse on Mr. Agreste; give him a full-blown concussion! I'll never be a world-renowned fashion designer. MY LIFE IS OVER!”

“That sounds like an overreaction.” I mutter looking off.

“All this over a derby hat? Let me see your sketchpad, Marin.” Alya takes his book, “There must be something in here.”

“Forget it, I’m a disaster zone. I’ll probably mess everything up in the end.”

“Yah! Stop the negativity.” Rolling my eyes I leaned over the teen, pulling the book into my own hands. My body splayed across Marin’s and Alya's laps as I flipped through the pages, “You might want to make something n-”

Manicure fingernails landed on the top of the book, gently taking it from my hands, “Wow, Y/n, I didn't think you were a designer.”

Groaning, I reached for the item, “Adrien!” His name left my mouth as a whine. Green eyes widened looking down at me, “It's not even mine, give it back.”

Pretty asshole.

“Marin made these.”

The emerald gaze lifted off my form, allowing me to breathe, and landed on the other male, “You're like… super talented, Marin! You have a good chance of winning!”

The blunette sighs, “Thanks, just a bit worried my clumsiness is going to mess me up.”

Snatching the book back I lifted back up, pushing it into Marin's hands, “I'm not kidding with that negativity thing.” He cocked his eyebrow at me, “No bad feelings.”

Adrien sat a hand on his hip, “She said to stop being so negative.”

Marin smiled looking down at me, “Oh. Sorry, Y/n.”

Waving, Adrien turned on his heels, “You will do great. Hey! Maybe I’ll be wearing your derby at my father's next photoshoot.” Annnnd the model left.