#they said they'll fire one piece for us in the kiln - that was WAY too much pressure

[nemaliwrites]

roommate and i took a pottery class last night and, as is usual for me, i proceeded to make it about Miraculous.

imagine with me, for a moment, an aged up Adrinette-never-met AU. adrien is a tired, overworked college student desperately using his few free hours to hang out with his friends nino and alya (he'll even put up with third-wheeling! anything to be a good friend!). one way they do this is by taking a pottery class.

'the instructor's a friend of mine,' says alya, 'and she can give us a discount!'

ignoring the fact that adrien most definitely does Not need a discount, he says yes.

the instructor (marinette, obviously) is the prettiest girl he's ever seen, and she's making it really hard to concentrate on the clay in front of him. and the other thing holding him back is that pottery is really fucking hard, apparently! alya and nino are more preoccupied with laughing and throwing clay at each other, but adrien is focused on making the best pot possible (mostly to impress the cute instructor!)

time's running out, though, and all he's left with are messy hands and a lump of clay that is decidedly Not pot-shaped. perfectionism rears its ugly head, and he's about two seconds from just giving up and calling it quits - after all, how did he think he'd be able to impress marinette as a complete and utter beginner?

fortunately for him, she has a soft spot for beginners.

'it's okay,' she says to him. 'here, let me help you.'

he is not expecting her to reach her arms around him from behind. she places her hands over his, and even through the layer of clay covering him, she is warm. her hair tickles the back of his neck, and she smells like sugar and vanilla. it's more than a little distracting.

he tries his best to listen to what she's saying about throwing and pressure and texture, hoping she can't see the way his cheeks are surely flaming a bright red.

he's too nervous, though; his foot presses down on the pottery wheel's foot pedal unconsciously. the wheel speeds up faster and faster until adrien's creation is splattered all over his face. he can't even bring himself to care, though, when he hears how pretty marinette's laugh is.

he might not have learned anything about pottery, but he still gains something: he leaves that night with her number plugged into his phone.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #miraculous fic idea #fic idea #marinette dupain cheng #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #to be clear #my instructor was nothing like this #but pottery is indeed hard #i literally ended up smushing my wip like ten times #and the closer we got to the end of the session roommate and i were literally so anxious #they said they'll fire one piece for us in the kiln - that was WAY too much pressure #but it was still really fun! 10/10 would recommend #nemali speaks