Lost in paris ||miraculous ||fanfiction

Summary

Hey cuties This is a fanfiction story of miraculous ; the tale of ladybug and catnoir lost in Paris is a story of quiet love, harsh rumors, and inner strength. Marinette finds comfort in Ren, a mysterious new student who protects and understands her like no one else. As their bond deepens, jealousy rises, and chaos follows. In the end, Ren is forced to leave Paris, confessing his love with a silent goodbye—leaving Marinette stronger, heartbroken, and forever changed. --- I had changed many things and made it in my own way pls don't hate it you don't like it

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
17
Rating
5.0
Age Rating
13+

•Chapter 1•

" thread by thread"

Marinette Dupain- chenge was confident—until Adrien Agreste walked into the room. Around everyone else, she was sharp, witty, and a rising star in design class. But near him? Her words tangled like yarn, and her limbs forgot they were attached.

Adrien, the golden boy of the school. Model. Polite. Always smiling. He was kind to everyone—but to Marinette, he was especially gentle. Not because he saw her romantically, but because he saw her as safe. A friend.

And that hurt, sometimes.

Marinette had long accepted that her crush might remain a one-way street. Still, she couldn't stop herself from designing pieces she imagined him wearing. It was silly. Secret. Her personal dream runway.

But everything changed when their class was tasked with creating an outfit inspired by someone they admired. Marinette poured everything into her design—a sleek, modern jacket with hidden stitching that spelled courage in kanji. She never meant for Adrien to see it.

Except… he did.

He found her sketchbook after class one day—open to the design, his name lightly scribbled in the corner.

He showed up the next day wearing her jacket.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, eyes glowing with something unreadable. “I asked your dad if I could borrow it. My father said it’s the best student piece he’s seen all year.”

Marinette could barely breathe.

Adrien looked at her then—not just as the clumsy girl who tripped over words, but as someone incredible. Someone with passion in her fingers and bravery in her silence.

That was the first thread.

And love, like fabric, starts with just one.


Author pov

Hey guys I'm chimmy girl i used to write on wattpad but so issue took place this is the first part of this series

lost in paris


Hope you enjoyed it....