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Once upon a midwinter eerie, as Marinette wandered, very cheery, through the City of Lights in the chilly cold. All a'smiles, she was feeling, when... Ah, screw it! I'm bad at riffing on Edgar Allen Poe!
Okay, let's try this again: Marinette is an average woman living in Paris with her parents. She works on designs as she works to become a designer, all while helping in their bakery.
Even though Jack Frost is nipping at everyone's noses, that's not stopping Marinette from enjoying the winter. Unfortunately, the same can't be said for the handsome stranger she and her family meet...
As usual for my stories, there will be songs written in with lyrics modified to suit the situation.
The holidays had come and gone, and January was upon Paris, France. The sun was setting, but the clouds were obscuring the colored sky. Snow was falling from the sky at a steady, strong pace. The wet, heavy white fluff was frosting the buildings of the city below like a cake, with the temperatures to match the scene.
There was a street corner that had a bakery, where the shelves were stocked with breads and pastries. The two owners - a large, hulking man with green eyes, brown hair and a mustache, and a smaller, Chinese woman with grey eyes and short, black hair, wearing a grey cheongsam - were cleaning up the cases and taking some of their goods off the shelves and into bags.
"Tom, are we sure we can spare all these leftovers?" The woman asked.
"We have more than enough," Tom reassured before looking around. "Sabine, where's Marinette?"
"She should still be in her room," Sabine said before going to the door in the back of the bakery. "I'll go and get her."
Up in the attic, there was a well-decorated, pink bedroom with fashion as the overall theme. There was a pink sewing machine on an L-shaped table, a mannequin, and there was a pile of folded up, soft, fluffy blankets that were clearly handmade. At the sewing machine was a young woman, possibly her twenties, with the same dark hair as her mother in a short cut. She was wearing fashionable clothes, also handmade.
There was a knock on the trap door on the floor, and it lifted up to reveal a staircase into the living room. Sabine popped her head in and said, "Marinette, are you almost ready?"
"Sorry, mom, I'm just finishing up." Marinette said as she pushed herself away from the table and turned the chair to face her mother. She was revealed to have blue eyes with thick lashes, fair skin with a healthy blush, and a button nose. Her clothes were mostly red with black accents, and they were both well-made and suitable for the weather.
"Well, we need to hurry. The shelters need the blankets and food." Sabine said, smiling.
Marinette nodded as she gathered up all the blankets before following her mother downstairs.
They loaded up the family car and they piled in, with Marinette in the back seat while her father took the wheel and her mother was in the passenger. The snow was still coming down, but they had all-wheel drive.
"We'd better go. The shelter's gonna close soon." Tom said as he started the car and began to drive slowly.
Marinette looked out the window to see the snow-covered city pass by. To Marinette, each snowflake was a work of art she could take inspiration from for her designs, and any dim lighting in the area made them sparkle.
As Marinette was looking around, she saw something up ahead out of her peripheral vision. She looked at it before shouting, "Dad, watch out!"
Tom saw it and made a hard left on the wheel while hitting the breaks. The car skidded and began spinning a little, and everyone was screaming and holding on to something.
The car stopped, just missing the nearby snowbank. The trio breathed a sigh of relief, and Tom turned around. He asked, "Is everyone okay?"
"I'm good." "I'm fine."
"Good," Tom said, relieved, before turning back to look at the road. "What'd we miss?"
Marinette pulled herself closer to the windshield and saw something lying on the road in front of them. As she squinted her eyes to get a better look, she gasped.
"Dad, it's not a what- it's a who!" Marinette shouted as she leaped out of the car and began running towards them.
Getting closer, she realized she was right - someone was face-down on the road, partially-buried in the snow, and not moving.
She ran up to them and started digging the person out, brushing away any snow she could.
"Hey! Are you okay?" Marinette shouted as she kept digging. The person didn't respond, and Marinette sped up her digging.
Once all the snow was off the figure's back, they turned him over to reveal a man her age with blonde hair. He was shivering violently, his breathing was shallow and quick, and every time he tried to open his eyes, they just shut again.
"He needs help!" Marinette said as she lifted his body up and mounted him on her back. It was like carrying an anvil on her back, he was so heavy. She tried walking to the car, but she kept getting knocked down by the man's weight.
"Marinette!" Sabine shouted as she and Tom ran out to their daughter.
"Oh, no!" Tom said, seeing the scene.
"We gotta get him to a hospital! He's showing symptoms of hypothermia!" Marinette said.
"I'll get him in the car!" Tom declared as he lifted the youth off Marinette's back.
"Use the blankets we have!" Sabine said as Marinette leaped into the back seat and gathered up the blankets.
Tom put the young man in back seat next to Marinette, and Marinette started to examine him. His clothes were wet, yes, but that's not what stuck out to her. While they were clearly high-end clothes intended for both substance and style, the style was impeccable. They were very well-made, like he'd gotten them at a high-end boutique. It just screamed money, which only put another question mark in her head.
Marinette shook her head, muttering to herself to snap out of it, and started taking his clothes off. She saw his chiseled abs, causing her to blush, but she once again refocused herself on the matter at hand. To avoid distraction, with every piece of clothing she removed, she covered it with a blanket.
"Good thing I was sitting on these blankets." She chuckled to herself as she kept wrapping him up.
"Yes, hello? My name is Sabine. We're bringing in a young man we found in the snow, who might be hypothermic. And no pun intended, but he's out cold. Our daughter's trying to get him warm right now." Sabine said into the phone.
The operator was talking Sabine through what to do,, meanwhile Marinette was paying attention to her patient. The young man's eyes were beginning to open, but his eyelids were so heavy that Marinette couldn't gauge their color. His consciousness went out again in that second.
"He's unconscious!" Marinette reported.
"Then we'd better get moving!" Tom added as he hit the gas to speed up to the nearest hospital.
When they got there, Tom was pacing back and forth while Marinette and Sabine were sitting down twiddling her thumbs. Marinette, however, was more anxious.
"Oh, I hope he's okay! His body was like ice when I picked him up." Marinette fretted.
Sabine hugged Marinette and reassured her, "Marinette, you did your best to apply proper aid. It's all in the hands of the doctors, now."
Marinette nodded, but she couldn't take her eyes off the door to the ER room.
After what seemed to be hours, the doctor came out and said, "Hello?"
The family looked up and Marinette asked "How is he?"
"He's okay, but he's still asleep," The doctor responded before looking at Marinette. "You did an excellent job on first aid. That was a big help."
Marinette blushed with a flattered smile, and the doctor said, "You can come in and see him if you'd like."
"Thank you." Marinette said as she dashed inside, with her parents following suit.
As they approached the bedside, they could see the man was still asleep. He had bandages wrapped around his head and on one of his arms. His hair was sunshine blonde, and his skin had a healthy amount of tan to it. Though he had some muscles on his arms, he appeared to be closer in age to Marinette. And he had some boyish charm to his face. Regardless, he looked like he'd been through hell, and that was palpable to her.
"Wow, he doesn't look too good..." Marinette muttered as she examined him.
"It could've been worse if it hadn't been for you three." The doctor told the trio.
"Good thing we retrain ourselves in first aid every year." Tom laughed.
Marinette sat next to the bed and looked him over. Her face was wrought with worry, and so many questions were rapid-firing in her brain. Who was he? Where'd he come from? How'd he wind up in the streets? And why would someone wearing such luxurious clothes even be out walking on a night like this, anyway?
'I guess we'll just have to get answers when he regains consciousness...' Marinette thought.
Marinette saw his fingers begin to twitch, and she heard him groan. She said, "He's waking up!"
His eyes began to flutter open, and Marinette began to stand over him. As his eyelids began to rise Marinette saw that his eyes were a beautiful, bright green, like polished Peridot.
For him, his vision was blurry, but it slowly cleared up and soon, he got a focused look at Marinette.
"Thank goodness!" Marinette sighed, with a relieved smile on her face. His eyes widened ever-so-slightly and a faint blush came over his face.
"Well, now that you're awake," The doctor began, getting his attention. "How are you feeling?"
"Um..." He started, revealing his voice was high-pitched, but still masculine in tone. "I... Not sure. I haven't a clue where I am..."
"You're in the hospital," The doctor explained. "You were buried in the snow, hypothermic, and quite close to dying. This family found you and brought you were while applying first aid."
The young man's eyes were slowly moving around in confusion, but then they zeroed in on Marinette. His face still a bit pink, he said, "Merci beaucoup."
"You're very welcome," Marinette said, smiling back at him. "I'm just glad you're going to be okay."
His pink face went darker as he gave her a shy grin. To him, Marinette had a slight halo effect from the lighting in the room, and there were faint sparkles surrounding her.
"Now, we had you registered as a John Doe, since you didn't have any identification on your person. What might your name be?" The doctor asked him.
"Adrien..." He began with a big smile, but it turned into a confused expression. "Adrien..."
Rolling her wrist to prompt him to go on, the doctor asked, "Adrien...?"
"I... I..." Adrien started, only for his eyes to widen and a fearful look to come upon his face. He started to sweat. "I... Can't remember my surname!"
"Huh?!" Everyone else in the room gasped.
The doctor, in a kind professional tone, asked the Dupain-Cheng family to leave the room so she could run a few tests. When she was done, she called the family in to talk. They were sitting on the bench outside the room, and the doctor gave a formal report of the situation.
"Hypothermia-induced retrograde amnesia? He can't remember anything before waking up because his hypothermia was so bad?" Marinette asked.
"Yes, it appears that way," The doctor told them. "And since there's no way to ID him beyond a first name, we can't get him back to where he came from."
"Wait, there wasn't anything in his clothes that could give us any clues?" Tom asked.
"Nothing salvageable, anyway, aside from a handkerchief with an "A" embroidered into it. Everything else that he had was so damaged that we couldn't get any information." She admitted.
"So what do we do? We can't just leave him here and go on our way," Sabine said. "He needs help!"
"Then why don't we bring him home?" Marinette suggested.
Tom and Sabine looked at their daughter, prompting her to elaborate.
"Like mom said, it'd be cruel to leave him here. And with his memories gone, he's got nowhere to go," Marinette elaborated. "Let's bring him home and we can go from there."
Tom, crossing his arms, looked at his wife and daughter before saying, "Alright. We'll talk about ground rules when we get back."
Marinette and Sabine gave agreeing nods.
Once Adrien was discharged (but was ordered to keep the bandages on for a few more days), they loaded him up in the car and brought him back to the bakery. By the time they were home, it was past dark. They were sitting in the living room above the bakery, having a conversation over some cookies.
"Listen, Adrien," Tom began. "You're welcome to stay as long as you need. Until your memories return or until you know what you want to do next, whatever comes first. But we have to set some ground rules, with the expectation that we all respect them."
"Like locking the door when you're using the bathroom or you're alone in the bedroom, changing clothes," Adrien started. "That should go without saying, though."
"I think we can all get on board with that," Marinette said, smiling. "What about house chores? We can't have dirty dishes and garbage lying around."
"I don't know how much help I can be with cleaning, but I'll do my best," He admitted. "I... Don't even know if I know how to cook."
"Muscle memory isn't the same kind of memory, so I'm not sure that's an issue." Sabine said.
"On the subject of food, since you can't remember anything, we'll need to be careful about what we cook and eat in here," Marinette pointed out, looking Adrien in the eyes as he ate a bite of his cookie. "We can't be too certain you're not allergic to anything."
"Maybe we can use one of those at-home food allergy/sensitivity tests, then follow up with an actual allergist?" Tom suggested.
"Good thinking!" Adrien agreed. "And... What about rent, or work? I don't remember anything, let alone if I have a job. I honestly don't feel comfortable with just hanging out here without earning my keep. I have on intention of mooching, that's disrespectful."
"That's very sweet of you," Marinette said, earning a blush from him. "Hey dad, maybe you can train him in the bakery to help you out? It's been getting crazy busy lately."
"I can always use an extra set of hands," Tom conceded. He smiled. "How about this? You help me out part-time in the bakery in exchange for staying here?"
"I'd love that! It's a deal" Adrien agreed, and he and Tom shook hands.
"Great! Now, about where you're going to sleep..." Sabine began.
Adrien was staring at Marinette, his face pink, but he composed himself and asked, "Is... There an inflatable mattress or something?"
"No, we don't have one..." Marinette began. "We could always get one for you later. In the meantime, how about you just take the couch in the living room?"
He deflated a little before saying, "Okay, I can do that."
"Good. Now, it's getting late," Tom said as he and Sabine stood up. "Let's get some sleep and we'll regroup in the morning?"
"Okay. I'll look for blankets and pillows for the couch for Adrien." Marinette said as she started towards the closet while her parents went to their room.
Marinette was rummaging around the closet, but she felt Adrien's eyes on her. Her face became anxious, and she thought, 'He's staring at me... Is he sizing me up?'
She began to sweat a little bit, but she shook her head before focusing her eyes on the closet. She noticed a grey, plush blanket, sitting in the back of the closet, all folded up.
"Here we go," Marinette said as she pulled out a full size blanket. "A full-size blanket and another pillow to match."
Marinette turned around and saw Adrien was still looking at her with an expression she couldn't describe. He was smiling, yes, but the exact emotion was hard to decipher. She blushed and her eyes moved away from him as she approached, a bit nervous.
"Um, here you go..." Marinette said as she passed it over to him.
He took it, brushing his hands up against hers, and she chanced a look at him. He was giving her a warm grin, his eyes were glowing in the paler light of the room.
"Merci beaucoup." He said to her, his voice rich with gratitude, and undertones of other positive emotions. Marinette's face went red.
Later in her room, Marinette was tossing and turning in her bed, her mind rushing. Once she realized exactly what she'd convinced her parents to do...
'What was I thinking?!' Marinette thought, lying on her back and looking up to the ceiling. 'Bringing a complete stranger into the house to live with us for a while? Granted, an amnesiac stranger who was close to dying, but a stranger nonetheless...'
She turned on her side.
'On the other hand, he seems gregarious, and he was open to our ground rules, and even proposed a few of his own,' She thought. 'Not to mention he made the first move about earning his keep around here.'
Marinette sighed before letting sleep consume her. Her last thoughts were, 'I'll just play it be ear and worry about this in the morning...'
Down in the living room Adrien (who was wearing some spare clothes that they had lying around) was wide awake too. He was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling. Now that he was alone, he was able to think with a clear head.
'So, to recap... After somehow getting stuck out in the snow and developing hypothermia, I wake up in the hospital. My first name notwithstanding, I can't remember a thing about my past. The good samaritans that found me have taken me in while I'm trying to recover my memories, and we've all agreed to some ground rules.' He thought.
He sighed before looking back up to the ceiling with a sad face.
'But what could have happened? How'd I end up in that situation in the first place?' He thought, trying to piece together his past. He squeezed his eyes shut and strained himself to remember, but... All he got was a black cloud of nothing.
He took a deep breath, realizing it wasn't working, before sitting up. He got off the couch and started looking around the room.
It was a small living space that had the kitchen, dining, and living areas all in one place. The kitchen table was enough to seat at least four people, and he saw several shelves with books on it. There was a massive TV in the room with a game console, and he saw the controllers sitting in front of it.
As he walked over to the shelf, he picked up a picture frame of the family that was taken a few years ago. The background was a sunny day in the city, and everyone in the picture was smiling.
'These people are so kind, letting me stay and work with them,' He thought as his eyes zoomed in on Marinette and her happy face. He grew a smile. 'Their daughter is definitely more beautiful in the flesh than in this picture.'
He breathed a happy smile as he put the picture down before going back to the couch.
'I think things will be fine, especially if I'm living with a cutie like Marinette...' He thought as he finally fell asleep, feeling relaxed.
The following morning, the family gathered around the breakfast table, with Adrien sitting next to Marinette. They were eating a light breakfast of tea, croissants, and jam.
"These croissants are the bomb!" Adrien chuckled as he swallowed another bite of the flaky pastry.
"Glad you think so," Marinette said. "My parents do some of the best work in Paris."
"And Marinette's no slouch, either," Tom laughed. "You should taste some of her macarons! She's a chip off the old chocolate block!"
Adrien laughed, saying, "I believe it," before drinking some more of his tea, meanwhile Marinette was red in the face.
Marinette took a bite of her own croissant, trying to stay calm.
"We've closed down for the day so we can train you," Tom said as Adrien finished eating. "Hope you're okay with waking up early from here on in."
"I might as well be, because I don't remember if I was okay with waking up early." Adrien said, causing everyone to laugh.
"Nice to see you're taking this in stride," Sabine responded, smiling at their guest. "I was worried you'd be scared out of your wits about a missing memory."
Adrien's face fell a little, and he admitted, "I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared, because I am a little freaked out..."
Marinette put a hand on his shoulder (she felt her heart jump a bit before settling down) and said, "Anyone would be in your situation."
Adrien turned to her with a smile, and he was giving her the same expression he did the night before.
He put his hand on hers, and responded, "But I've decided to take things day by day. I'm very lucky that you and your parents were kind enough to take me in. I have no intention of squandering it."
Marinette blushed at this, and she gave him a shy smile. Adrien seemed to keep looking at her in that same, indescribable way. Tom started to smile at the scene, but he cleared his throat.
"Now that breakfast is done, shall we get to training?" Tom said, interrupting.
"Oh, yes." Adrien said, his focus back on. He stood up, and started following Tom to the door. Adrien turned back to look at Marinette, giving her the same smile.
"Come on, the bread dough won't make itself." Tom insisted, gently pushing Adrien by the back and out the door.
Marinette visibly relaxed once Adrien was gone, and Sabine asked, "What projects do you have today?"
Marinette responded, "Well... I was thinking that since we couldn't do it last night, I thought I'd take the car instead of my bike and drop off all the clothes and blankets to the shelter?"
"Good idea. The roads are much clearer now, and they've been salted, so go for it." Sabine said.
Marinette smiled before rushing up to her room to get a few more items.
In the bakery, Tom was teaching Adrien how to use the spiral mixer for the bread dough. Adrien was now in a uniform with an apron and a hat to cover his hair, and watching Tom closely.
"Now remember, you need to make sure the mixer is off before you switch speeds." Tom began.
Marinette opened the door to the back of the bakery and stepped out, wearing a pink parka, and carrying a bag of clothes in hand.
"Marinette!" Adrien spoke, surprised. "What do you have there?"
"Oh, just some clothes and blankets I made for the shelter. We didn't get to drop them off yesterday, so I'm going to take care of that now." Marinette explained as she lifted out one of winter coats she made.
"You made those?" Adrien asked, looking over the parka in her hand. "That's incredible!"
"Thanks," Marinette said. "I'm working to become a fashion designer."
Adrien felt a sensation of... Something... wash over him, but he shook it off before saying, "That's... Pretty cool."
"Anyway, the shelter can't wait any longer for these," Marinette said as she put the parka back in her bag. "I'll be back ASAP!"
She dashed to the door.
Adrien was about to go after her, but Tom put his hand on his shoulder and said, "I know you want to help her, son, but you need to keep training. You'll be at this for a few days."
Adrien sagged a little as he watched Marinette leave in the car. He sighed before turning back to the spiral mixer and saying, "Where were we?"
Tom's eyes paused on Adrien for a second, then he said, "As I was saying, always turn the mixer off before switching speeds..."
After dropping the items off, Marinette started driving back home.
"Those people at the shelter looked so happy in their new clothes!" Marinette said with a smile before something dawned on her. "Clothes, huh..."
She stopped at a red light.
Marinette remembered the clothes Adrien was wearing when they found him. No doubt, those were clothes that only someone of a high socio-economic background could afford to would wear. And the embroidered handkerchief was also of high quality, possibly made from one of the more expensive fabrics in the world. Or maybe he bought them at a consignment store? But when they found him, his clothes were so wet that they had to go for two rounds in the dryer on the heavy setting. Even then, they still needed time to air dry.
Marinette couldn't help but think she needed to do something. Not only was it the sole outfit Adrien had, he couldn't work in the bakery in such a lavish ensemble. And the only spare clothes they had for him were ill-fitting and very baggy.
Marinette gasped with a big smile and said, "I know!"
The gears in her head started turning as she started driving again when the light turned green.
Adrien shut the oven door before turning to Tom.
"Good job, son," Tom praised. "You learn fast."
"Well, that's a good thing to remember," Adrien joked, albeit in a cynical tone. "I don't know how fast on the uptake I was."
"Doesn't matter now. The breads are in the oven, and next on the list are macarons," Tom began. "Hey, maybe when Marinette gets back, she can help?"
Adrien brightened and asked, "Would that really be okay? Marinette helping us out with the macarons?!"
"Sure." Tom said with a smile as Adrien got more and more excited.
Almost on cue, Marinette came back into the bakery and said, "I'm back."
Tom turned to his daughter and said, "Welcome back, Marinette! We're just about to work on the macarons. Care to lend a hand and show Adrien the ropes?"
"You got it, dad!" Marinette said as she took an apron off the rack and put it on.
She grabbed the almond flour and powdered sugar bins and rolled them over to the bench, which already had a piping bag fitted with the proper tip, a doubled-up sheet pan with silicone baking mats that were specifically designed to help make macarons (they just had rings on them as guides), the food colorings (gel paste and powdered). There was a larger mixer in the back with aged egg whites (whites from eggs that had been separated and given a day or so in the fridge to liquify).
"So, first time making macarons?" Marinette asked him.
"Yep." Adrien confirmed with a nod.
Adrien was looking at her with a smile she couldn't discern. She glanced at him out of her peripheral vision, but then she cleared her throat and said, "So, shall we start?"
"Yes, please." He said, an eager smile on his face.
Marinette took out a pot and started weighing sugar into it, saying, "Okay, first we need to make a sugar syrup to whip into the egg whites..."
When the batter was made and Marinette was demoing how to pipe the macarons, she didn't notice that Adrien was staring at her with a smile and pink cheeks. He could already imagine her with a tray of the completed cookies in hand, offering some to him.
"Follow me so far?" Marinette asked, cutting into his thoughts.
Adrien shook his head before saying, "Um, yes... Er... You were saying?"
"Let's get back to it, okay?" Marinette asked while continuing to pipe the cookies. Adrien kept watching her, only for Marinette to interrupt his thoughts by handing him the pastry bag.
"Huh?" Adrien asked.
"Your turn," Marinette said. "Ready?"
"Oh, yes, I am." He responded as he took the bag and tried to straighten it out properly, only for it to be at a 45° angle instead of straight up. Some of the batter started spilling out.
"Here, let me help." Marinette said as she got behind him and started using her hands to move his hands to make sure the piping bag was held properly.
Marinette felt a jolt in her heart at touching his skin, but she shook her head like she was a wet animal before continuing.
"Now, when you pipe, the tip can't be directly on the pan. You have to pipe until the macaron is the same size as the smaller circle on the template," Marinette repeated. "Then release the pressure, flick, lift, and repeat."
"Okay." Adrien said as he started piping off some test macarons. In the beginning, they weren't consistent and some of them were running together. Marinette scraped the batter (it was only one color, luckily) and put it back in the bag.
After what seemed like forever, Adrien finally had a sheet of macarons.
"Now, we just need to rap the sheet pan," Marinette said as she took the pan, lifted it just an inch or two off the bench, and dropped it. She repeated this a few time. "There we go."
"What's that for?" Adrien asked.
"This prevents any errant air bubbles from popping up," She explained as she picked up the sheet pan. "Now it's time for the macarons to rest."
"Rest? We can't just throw them in the oven now?" Adrien asked.
Marinette gave a patient smile and responded, "No. We need the macarons to rest until dry to the touch before we bake them."
"Why do that?" Adrien asked as he watched Marinette put the sheet pan on the pan rack before turning back to the next set of doubled-up sheet pans.
"Because the macarons need to form a skin. This way any air will escape from the bottom, which give the macarons their signature feet." She explained.
"Wow... You really know your stuff." He said, smiling at her.
Marinette blushed in response before shaking her head and coughing into her fist. Tom, watching from the door, was smiling at the pair, and took the opportunity to approach them.
"Well, Adrien, why don't you and Marinette take a break?" Tom suggested.
"Dad, doesn't Adrien still have more training to do?" Marinette asked him.
"Yes, but he's a quick study," Tom reported. "Go, take a break. Play some video games, what have you."
Marinette shrugged, and Adrien smiled. He snatched Marinette's hand, causing her to blush again, and they ran back into the house from the door.
Adrien brought Marinette to the couch and said, "So, Marinette? You like video games?"
"Sure do. Dad and I have competitions together," Marinette elaborated. "Why do you say that?"
"Well, I don't know whether or not I like... Or did like video games, but I wanted to know if you'd like to take a crack at playing against me?" He asked, scooting a little closer to Marinette.
Marinette gave a casual smile and said, "Okay!"
They each reached for a controller, and their hands brushed. Adrien felt his heart pound and he looked at the young woman, who didn't seem bothered by it at all. His face red, he smiled and said, "Bring it on!"
"Oh, I will." Marinette said as she turned on the console.
Okay, that's a wrap!
Coming up, Marinette and Adrien grow closer as he continues to acclimate to his new surroundings. He gets introduced to some new faces, and new experiences. Some nice, some... Not so nice. You'll see what I mean.
I've already seen all of the available English episodes of S5 and I am SO satisfied thus far 😍! FINALLY, things are going the way I've always HOPED they'd go (granted, I still wish for Adrien to get a toxic rival for Marinette *cough* Félix *cough*), but I'm still wondering what's going to happen next. When will the duo get all the Miraculous back? Will they be able to turn them back into their original forms? Will Lila FINALLY get some long-overdue comeuppance (I make a habit of skipping episodes where she plays a big part - I can't stand that witch with a 'b').
So, in the comments, I don't want any spoilers for episodes that have NOT aired in English yet. I wanna see these in order! Speaking of comments, keep it coming!