#marimoth

So Marinette had also thrown herself into an airy dress.

A creation of her own in red tones and black embellishments, she had designed it herself over several days. Inspired by her Ladybug outfit, of course.

With her bag over her shoulder and Tikki in it, she had made her way to the Paris University of Fashion.

Not only the university, when it comes to clothes and creating, but also her opportunity to become a fashion designer.

That was not the reason why she put her bright lip gloss on her lips and a little mascara on her eyelashes in the bus.

She felt so pretty too, but Friday was always her favourite day when she was with a certain someone. Gabrielle Agreste.

The fashion designer Paris.

He had been a kind of substitute professor since the building and always had a helping hand over the works of his students.

Which is why she at least wanted to dress up a little.

What do you think he'll think of my blouse? she murmured to herself and looked out of the bus window to see the colourful university.

"He must like it," she heard Tikki's voice from her pocket and the little red and black kwami winked at her encouragingly.

"You're right, I'll do my best," she replied, smiling gratefully at the mystical being before hurrying to the university to avoid being late.

The first hours were dry theory, colour teachers and which fabrics harmonised best with each other.

Until the time finally came when the professor ended the lesson and she went to her favourite lesson with a joyous heart. 

Like everyone else, Marinette had her own table, her own doll to dress up and her own sewing machine.

Her little kingdom from where she could watch Gabriele hidden behind mountains of fabric.

She saw with her blue eyes the little smile on his lips as his white hair bounced slightly every time he took a step.

The bright eyes behind the glasses that flew over the students. As handsome as a butterfly, she thought, smiling slightly at the comparison.

As much as she loved to dream and look at the older man, she knew she had to work too.

Time flew by as she cut more and more fabric and sewed more and more.

The woman in her early twenties hardly noticed that raindrops were falling on the windows and the sun was disappearing behind rain clouds.

"I think that's enough for today, students, before you get too wet, have a wonderful day," he announced cheerfully and the students left one by one.

All except one.

Marinette.

The blue-haired woman was so absorbed in her work that she did not notice how the older man looked at her.

His gaze wandered over her work and herself.

"Little Ladybird…I must say your work is phenomenal, quite enchanting. I'm just afraid you'll have to take the needle off too" he said softly and saw Marinette flinch, she seemed to have only just noticed him.

The student turned around and he saw her cheeks turn a light shade of pink, he saw her lip gloss and her accentuated eyes.

He himself felt the warmth coming to his cheeks.

"Thank you Monsieur Agreste it meant a lot to me that you are pleased with it" she replied and cleared the way to let him have a better look at the blouse.

The purple fabric with the silver ascesoirs and butterfly buttons was perfection. Maybe Marinette liked Hesperia? ,,I hope the other professors see it that way," she murmured, packing her things before swinging her purse over her shoulder.

All of a sudden she felt his hand on hers, a brief touch like the flutter of a butterfly's wings.

"Hope is the best thing you can do Marinette" he said and the two decided to walk together to the main exit.

She knew that the spot on her hand was tingling and he wanted to give her words of hope again.

The two walked together through the corridors, glancing at each other furtively from time to time.

They had always understood each other well, what was initially excitement and curiosity had now become respect and love.

The creations of his little ladybug were beautiful and the endless hope and kindness of her handsome butterfly was always during.

"Rain? Oh no…no umbrella" the younger one stated as she scurried back under the roof of the university and Gabriel stopped, a little taken aback.

His eyes went to the dress and he understood what had happened.

He had brought his own large lilac umbrella with him and stepped towards Marinette.

"Miss Cheng, may I take you to the station…or home?" he asked after a moment's hesitation, not knowing if he had crossed a line.

He saw surprise, then consideration and then something like hope in her eyes.

Before he handed her the umbrella and took off his coat to put it over her shoulders. ,,Misseur Agr-" she wanted to say, but he took the umbrella from her before he sat down next to her and said, "Gabriel please, if I may also call you Marinette" and was pleased to see the hasty nod.

Before she grabbed his arm on impulse and the two of them walked down the street together under the umbrella. The older man felt her press herself closer to him, her hand sliding from his arm to his hand.

A smile crept onto his lips as he saw the flush on her cheeks as he squeezed her hand lightly. "The rain gives hope for another fine day," he murmured, looking at the drops around him.

He heard her agree with him and the two fell into a small conversation about hope, rain and fashion.

It was only when the two arrived in front of the younger woman's flat that they fell silent.

"I hope you didn't get too wet" he said and saw her wipe a few drops from her bag. "No, it's fine" she smiled and saw how the white-haired man seemed to be thinking.

But about what?

"Marinette, I totally understand if you say no but…would you like to come to dinner and create an outfit together?" he asked, fearing that she would refuse, stay with him or even leave.

His thoughts ran amok, but when he suddenly felt her take him in her arms, he heard her say, "Oh, I'd love to, Gabriele, I'd love to".

The younger one had embraced him so stormily and they were both standing in the rain again, the umbrella rolled to the ground and she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

In the end, the happiness of the Ladybug and the hope of the butterfly won out, because together they found love.

Marinette's love language has always been advice, tips and humanity coupled with some delicious baking from her parents or her own baking talent.

The colorful mackaraons did wonders as many of her friends said.

The warm sweet pastry with a cup of cocoa and talk about the problems.

She was the love you needed in your heart - her partner Gabriel Agreste knew this too.

The older designer appreciated her love when he stayed up late working on the last creations and she came to him.

"I baked you something" whispered to him and snuggled up to him while his hands gently slid to hers.

"Thank you my dear" crossed his lips and they settled down together on the couch he gently pulled her to him and cuddled a round and ate the warm baked together.

It was nights they both loved since they got together after she graduated from college. He already knew her through his son and had listened to his words and given her an internship.

She had fascinated him from the first day and her creations were exceptional. He praised her more and more and at some point took her to fashion shows.

He exhibited her clothes and finally invited her to a date.

She accepted this and from there on the two entered into a relationship that had now existed for more than almost three years.

They were well aware that the headlines of the gossip press would roll over.

The early forty year old Agreste in a scandalous relationship with his almost twenty years younger co-worker / with designer.

But the two didn't care and he protected her from the press as best he could. But in all this time she realized that the love language of her Gabriel were gifts.

Gifts that were not exactly cheap, but for the multimillionaire they were small things.

She was everything for him and she should get only the best. "The best for you, my love, a trip around the world, just the two of us and the countries we will see" he had told her the contents of the envelope before she fell into his arms.

He knew that in the last days and weeks she was always longer at her work, which is why she needed a break.

A break that the two of them took a few days ago and flew first to China, the country of Marinette's roots, which he knew she really wanted to see.

"I took the liberty of having you design a dress," he said, reaching for the box with the red and black ribbon wrapped around it as a bow.

He saw her surprised look and the slight blush on her cheeks that she always got when he gave her something.

A reaction he loved to watch as she became slightly nervous and he always gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Not at all" he smirked and leaned down slightly to place another kiss on her forehead.

Before she opened the box and a traditional dress came out in a mix of red and black.

Her favorite colors.

"Wow...Gabriele this is beautiful" she murmured and her fingers slid over the fabric, the embroidery was handmade and the fabric was self woven. "A beauty for my beauty" he replied and gave her a little time before she got dressed in the new dress.

The fabric clung perfectly to her body her bluish hair matched it beautifully and as she twisted it into two small balls she seemed closer to her culture than ever before.

"But for what?" she asked as she turned back to him, seeing the small smile on his lips and how he had apparently had a new suit made for himself.

He handed her two tickets and saw her eyes light up when she saw they were going to a traditional play.

She hugged him again and this was one of many occasions where they went. "I love you," he murmured and placed a soft kiss on her lips, pulling her to him and feeling her return it.

It was another kiss, another journey, another gift of their common love.

It was only the first stop on their journey around the world and there would be many more to come.