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Homework over Christmas Break (ML Winter Week Day 7: Hanukkah/Christmas/New Year’s)
Nino looked down at his phone and sighed in frustration. A notification for the 67th text from his school project partner. He glanced up to find his mother staring.
“Sorry, it’s just someone from school,” he explained over the board game set up on the kitchen table.
“It’s your turn, Honey,” Julietta prompted, “unless you want to go talk on your phone.”
“No, no I do not. It’s New Year’s Eve! I want to spend time with you. We haven’t gotten to hang out in a while, Mom.”
“Even though all your friends are having a movie party?” she pressed with a smile.
“Well… you know I’m going over later. But you’re not working right now and anything I have going on can definitely wait.”
Nino picked up the dice and rolled them. Now it was Julietta’s turn to sigh.
“You’ve got all the luck tonight, son. A few more rolls like that, and you’ll beat me.”
Satisfied, Nino moved his piece across the board and sat back, arms folded over his chest. His phone buzzed again and he tightened his grip.
“It’s okay if you answer,” laughed Julietta as she took her turn.
“Not going to,” Nino replied through gritted teeth.
They played a few more rounds until they were both startled by a knock at the door.
“Who could that be?” Julietta murmured as her son rose to answer.
A head of flaming hair and huge eyes behind coke-bottle lenses peered around the door as soon as Nino unbolted it.
“Hi Nino!” Sabrina piped, a bit too brightly.
“Sabrina! Uh, what’s up, lady?” Nino moved back to let her into the apartment.
She minced in with her arms full of papers and notes, one particular neat stack on top of it all.
“Well, I could see that you were busy, since you didn’t respond to any texts… and we only have one week until school starts back up and our projects are due, and I really didn’t want to risk our grade by rushing it, and so here it is!” Sabrina presented the top stack of papers to Nino with a flourish. “Now, if you’ll just read through it and confirm it’s-”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Sabrina! It’s literally New Year’s Eve. I was gonna get in touch later this week. We have plenty of time. Why are you doing this on a holiday? And 68 texts? Are you nuts?” Nino pressed a hand to his forehead, eyes wide.
Sabrina’s cheeks colored and her eyes went dark.
“Look, if you don’t care enough about our grade to put in the effort, I’m not going to get dragged down by an incompetent partner. I’d think maybe you could be a little grateful that I took the load off of you.”
“Took the - look, come sit down.” Nino grabbed the unruly stack of papers from Sabrina and escorted her to the kitchen table where his mother sat, her expression inscrutable. “Can I get you something to drink? Snacks are on the table.”
Sabrina’s overly large eyes grew even wider. “I - uh - water. Thanks.”
Glancing down, she noticed for the first time that she’d interrupted something. When she looked back up, Julietta caught her hand and shook it politely.
“Julietta Lahiffe,” she said, smiling at the small, nervous girl in her dining room.
“Sabrina Raincomprix,” Sabrina replied automatically. “I’m in school with Nino.”
“I gathered that,” Julietta replied. “Are you going with him to the movie party later?”
“Mom!” Nino yelped from the kitchen.
Smiling mischeviously, Julietta rose from her seat at the table. “It looks like you two have some things to discuss. Nino, I’m taking a break from the game. I’ll be in the living room if you need me.”
Nino returned with the water and sat down across from Sabrina. He tried to smooth down the annoyance he felt at her intrusion. And at how she handled homework. And at what she thought of him as a student.
“Okay, first of all, Sabrina, you know texts aren’t like, instantaneous communication, right? You can actually call, too.”
“I did call! Once! And it went to voicemail.”
Nino rolled his eyes. “Not to be rude, but there’s this thing called taking a hint. My mom is off work for like, the first time in forever. I didn’t want to be on my phone the whole time I’m with her. To be fair, I could have let you know what was up. I’ll remember that in the future.”
Sabrina nodded, feeling like they were getting somewhere.
“Second of all, do you even know what my grade point average is? Or anything about my study habits?”
Sabrina hesitated. “No, but you’re always clowning around with Adrien and talking to Alya. You can’t be getting much done.”
“Don’t judge a book by its cover, Sabrina. Straight A student. I gotta be, or my mom will kill me.”
Sabrina snuck a look over her shoulder at the woman reading a magazine in the next room, new respect on her face.
“So, hopefully you see my problem. My partner, who hasn’t communicated with me all break, suddenly decides it’s time to work right now on the one day I have with my mom. My partner, who never asked me about setting up a time, who never asked me what I wanted to research, or what part of the project I should take on, shows up with a finished paper and an attitude like I left her in the lurch. Not cool, Sabrina.”
Sabrina blushed. “I’m sorry. I’ll throw it out. We can do whatever project you like, I’ll start from scratch, and we can get together whenever you say, I’m free all the rest of break -”
“Sabrina, why do you always do that? You have got to chill!” Nino’s declaration took her by surprise and Sabrina glanced up. “I push back just a little, and you fold like a lawn chair. What you want for this project is equally important as what I want. You don’t have to bend over backward to work with me.”
“I - I don’t know. I just want you to like me,” she admitted in a whisper.
Her answer took Nino by surprise.
“I like you fine, Sabrina. It doesn’t hinge on how our project goes or whether you do everything I say,” he replied. “Look, I know Chloe’s your best friend and all, but I’m not the same as her. Have either of you done anything without the other? Like, not just homework, but anything?”
“Not really,” Sabrina admitted. “Ms. Bustier was adamant that we have different partners for this project over break. Even with Mr. Damocles threatening her. Chloe called in the Mayor and Ms. Bustier almost got fired. I had to beg Chloe not to push it; I don’t want a different teacher. She finally stopped, but I think Ms. Bustier got the picture. After this, we’ll be together again.”
“Holy crap,” Nino murmured. “I didn’t know all that went down.”
Sabrina shrugged. “Yeah, Chloe’s not talking to me right now, but she’ll make up with me after break.”
The confidence in her tone mystified Nino. Sabrina sounded like she was reporting a weather forecast. Apparently, she could read Chloe’s moods with supernatural accuracy.
“You’re okay with that?” he asked.
“With what?”
Nino shook his head and didn’t elaborate. He reached for the project paper Sabrina had finished and read the first paragraph, a small frown on his face.
“Okay,” he conceded. “This isn’t bad. We can start here and keep this topic. Even though it would have been more fun to pick one together.”
Sabrina leaned down to get pencils and paper from her backpack, but Nino stopped her.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Getting ready to work on the project?” she responded, puzzled.
“No, no, no!” Nino laughed. “We can do that after New Year’s! I just wanted to see what you started with. No, my mom and I are going to finish up this game. Then, unless you have plans, you’re coming with me to Marinette’s to watch a movie.” He straightened the messy pile of papers, compressing it enough to fit into Sabrina’s backpack.
“Uh, thanks,” Sabrina said as he handed the stack to her. “Wait, we’re going where?”
“Marinette’s? If that’s okay?”
“Oh! Uh, sure! My dad’s working tonight, so I don’t think he’ll mind. I just need to call him.” Sabrina zipped up the main pocket of her back pack, then took out her phone to dial her father.
“Wait, were you just going to sit around at home by yourself on New Year’s Eve?”
“Well, yeah! Chloe and I usually have a sleepover, but like I said, we’re not talking until after break.”
Nino shook his head again. “Don’t you have any friends besides Chloe that you hang with?”
“Not really,” Sabrina admitted. “Chloe’s kind of…”
“High maintenance. We all know,” Nino grimaced. “Well, look, you can always reach out to me or any of the others.”
“Wow,” Sabrina replied. “Thanks, Nino.”
Nino gave her a bright smile as she dialed her father’s cell number.
“Hey, Mom?” Nino called into the living room. “Do you think we can start this round over for three players? Oh, and Sabrina, take one of the cookies - they’re killer.”
Winter Week Day 7 - Christmas
Apologies for the super quick drabble to hit the 31st deadline! I really wanted to complete my first ever prompt challenge! @miraculous-weeks
Happy New Year All!
“Come on Kitty! It’s time to wake up!” he felt the bed shake beside him as Marinette climbed on, gently shaking his shoulder in excitement.
Adrien groaned in reply pulling the blanket closer to his face “Princess, its barely morning, why are you awake?”
“It’s Christmas silly!” was the chirpy reply; the one and only day a year Mari actually liked mornings.
Said morning went in a blur of Christmas movies and cuddles as Marinette was insistent they weren’t allowed to get out of their pyjamas until mid day as tradition. But Adrien was far from complaining with no family traditions of his own he was ecstatic to be included in Mari’s, every time she’d glance at him, cuddle closer or pass him once of the cookies they’d baked the day prior his heart swelled a little. He hadn’t had a proper family Christmas in many years but it suddenly seemed worth the wait.
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Winter Week Day 5 - Snowed In
“This is outrageous! Do they know who we are?! Its’ freezing in here! OH MY GOD, I’LL FREEZE TO DEATH!” Queen Bee’s shrill voice echoed around the little winter market cabin as she stomped around, Ladybug’s beeping Miraculous punctuating her words.
“Look Queenie whilst my Girl’s magic stopped the CITY-WIDE blizzard it couldn’t move the metric tonnes of snow too.” Alya bit out her tone implying this was not the first time she’d repeated this to Chloe. “We’re relatively safe and they need to focus on the other people, they’ll get to us when they can.”
Chat’s miraculous beeped next down to two paw pads, Carapace’s matching his with a beep moments later. It had been a tough battle; the Akuma had created a blizzard, sealing people in Ice and trapping others within buildings. It had been a retail worker mad about people rudely swarming during Christmas’ late night shopping hours and wanting everyone to ‘cool off and slow down.’ Unfortunately the snow storm the Akuma had generated, along with the sheer cold of winter, meant Queen Bee and Ladybug were practically useless until they had warmed up making the battle even tougher and when they had finally taken the Akuma down the city had been knee deep in snow.
The final fight had crashed through the wall of one of the Christmas Market Cabins, the kind full of seating for festive visitors, and when Ladybug has purified the Akuma the gaping hole in the wall had repaired. That had been the mistake, trapping the Heroes inside the cabin as the snow failed to vanish away. The team had tried busting a new hole but the Akuma had made the first and thick wooden walls hadn’t bent to yoyo, shell or staff. With no food to recharge they’d resigned themselves to being trapped and Alya had detransformed using her Civilian phone to call for help as the missing Teens rather than the Heroes. Of course they weren’t the only ones snowed in so now they had to wait out their rescue.
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Winter Week Day 6 - Mistletoe
It was all Rose’s idea she’d arrived early to school, pulled up a table to climb on and hung a massive sprig of mistletoe from the classroom door way, red bow and all. She’d just wanted to spread some festive cheer on the last day of school and thought no one could be made sad by a Christmas kiss.
So far Rose had claimed the first kiss, her lips gently pressing upon Juelka’s when her girlfriend had arrived to class that day. But Rose had also managed to catch Max and Sabrina, Alya and Nino, Kim and Alex and had given Nathaniel a Christmas kiss on the cheek herself when he arrived at the door on his own, nose buried in his sketch book.
It had turned into a sort of spectator sport, Rose would await the next mistletoe victim near the door and the rest of the class were eagerly watching to see what happened whilst chattering about holiday plans or nursing Christmas kiss blushes of their own (Kim was still a particularly violent shade of red).
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ML Winter Week Day 4 - Decorating
Chat Noir couldn’t help but wonder if it’d be too cliché to hum the pink panther tune as he vaulted silently across Paris in the dead of night. He wouldn’t normally be out so late, Akuma non-withstanding, but he had something particularly important to do today. Something for his Princess, his lady, his Mari.
For the first time ever Marinette was going to be alone for Christmas, not alone-alone because he wouldn’t dream of letting her be alone on Christmas day just like she had given him a standing invite to her Christmases for the rest of his life, but alone as in without her parents. Sabine and Tom were off visiting relatives in China and whilst Mari had been invited she’d wanted to spend her holidays with her Teammates and friends (and as Alya had cheekily pointed out Ladybug was the industrial Akuma cleanser, so Paris needed her too.)
Being nearly 18 her parents had agreed to let her stay home if she checked in everyday, but this meant Marinette had spent all of December so far home-alone living above the closed Bakery. Adrien and the others tended to pop in often but he felt the emptiness of the house was starting to weigh on her holiday spirit; the tree was out but undecorated (she claimed this was because she was saving it for the team to decorate on Christmas eve), none of the bakery’s external lights had been put up and the glass windows had remained empty rather than displaying their usual winter time fare. It made a stark contrast to the glowing cheerful beacon of last year and after a quick Skype call to his second family holidaying in China he’d hatched a plan.
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Adrien, the Bringer of Good Cheer (Winter Week Day 6: Snowflakes/Mistletoe)
Adrien followed the sound of quiet sobbing through the school courtyard, his brow furrowed. All his superhero instincts were on high alert. He glanced keenly back and forth for an akuma as he walked swiftly to where Mylene hid beneath the courtyard stairs.
“Hey,” he said softly as he crouched down next to the tiny space.
Mylene’s tear-streaked face peered out at him, the shadows from the steps drawing sharp lines across her cheeks. Her chin trembled, but she cleared her throat.
“What?” she asked, the question more tearful than angry.
“Are you okay? I mean… probably not, since you’re under the staircase crying…”
Gentle Mylene’s tiny smile told Adrien that his poor wording didn’t dilute his clear concern.
“I’m not okay,” she admitted. “Obviously. Ivan and I had a fight. I- I think we just broke up, Adrien.” Her voice cracked on his name and the tears welled up again.
Adrien sat down and scooted into the small space next to Mylene.
“What? That’s impossible. You two are made for each other,” he murmured, unconsciously echoing Ladybug’s sentiment from long ago, before he’d even met the pair of them.
“Everyone says so. But that doesn’t mean it’s true. We hardly ever disagree, but this one was real bad. I’m pretty sure he never wants to talk to me again.” Mylene hugged her arms around herself, then sighed and rested a cheek on Adrien’s shoulder. He sighed, too.
“At least you gave it a shot. I can’t even talk to the person I like about how I feel. I’m chicken, plain and simple. I don’t want to ruin the friendship we’ve got going.”
“At least you’re friends?” Mylene offered.
Adrien nodded. “Yeah, at least we’re friends.”
Mylene stared pitifully down at her toes. “I don’t want to be ‘just friends’ with Ivan, but it’s not like I have a lot of charms to keep a guy around if things go sour. I’m short, I’m not skinny like a lot of girls, I don’t have a big, attractive personality. I was lucky to have Ivan.”
Adrien pulled his head back to look at Mylene in surprise, frowning down at her.
“That’s how you think of yourself? You don’t think you’re attractive?”
Mylene shook her multi-colored hair back and forth. “Not compared to Chloe, or Marinette, or Alya.”
“That’s - I mean - you can’t seriously -” Adrien spluttered as Mylene watched his face curiously.
He took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m not sure I have the words, Mylene. Come over here.”
Adrien grabbed Mylene’s hand and pulled her out from under the stairs. She ducked her head as they came to standing and headed across to the front doors of the school. He pointed up into the archway at a sprig of mistletoe hanging from a nail.
“That’s not supposed to be up there,” commented Mylene.
“I know. Some joker put it up yesterday and Principal Damocles hasn’t noticed it yet. I’m using it for Ivan insurance.”
“Ivan insurance…?” Mylene’s confusion was only increased when Adrien grabbed her by both arms, leaned down, and planted a long, sweet kiss on her lips.
Mylene inhaled through her nose in surprise. Adrien smelled… really good. And his lips were pleasantly soft. He kept his lips firmly on hers for a moment more, not pushing forward, but not moving away, either. She could feel a blush spreading across her cheeks as he finally drew back and smiled down at her, clearing his throat.
“Please don’t talk that way about yourself anymore, Mylene. You’re beautiful, and Ivan is lucky to have you.”
Overwhelmed, Mylene took a moment to gather her thoughts before replying. Adrien Agreste, the most handsome boy in school, had kissed her. On her lips. Under mistletoe. Oh. Ivan insurance. The thought made her smile.
“Okay. I promise I won’t,” Mylene agreed solemnly. “That kiss was really nice, Adrien, but I have to be honest. All it did was make me want to go talk to Ivan.”
“Yeah, I feel the same way,” Adrien agreed. Mylene looked at him quizzically and he hurried to add, “Not Ivan, I mean, it made me want to go talk it out. You know, with my person.”
“Who is your person, anyway?” Mylene asked.
Adrien stammered as a charming blush spread over his cheeks. “I… um, I-”
“It’s Marinette, isn’t it?” Mylene giggled. “You know she has a crush on you, right?”
“She what?”
Mylene giggled again into her hand. “Just go talk to her. You’ll see.”
She stood on tiptoe and bussed Adrien’s cheek in a friendly gesture.
“Thanks, Adrien. You’re a really sweet guy. Good luck!”
With that, she threw her scarf securely over her shoulder and bounded away to find Ivan, heart lighter.
“You, too,” murmured Adrien, bemused.
ML Winter Week Day 3 - Caroling
“Oh come on Spots, I promise this will be my last favour!” Queen Bee’s pleading voice could be heard by the whole Squad, their end of patrol wind down turning into a lively rooftop debate as she grasped Ladybugs hand and turned big puppy dog eyes onto her friend.
Carapace couldn’t resist the snort, his voice full of good natured teasing “You mean this year?”
Whilst Ladybug hadn’t pulled her hand from Bee’s she was now pinching the bridge of her nose with the other hand, her voice cautious as she spoke “I’m not sure Stripes. I mean this could end really badly.”
“I’ll have you know that I can sing quite well my lady.” Chat cut in with a smirk, grasping his ladies hand from her face and pulling her from Bee’s pleading grip using his momentum to twirl Ladybug into his arms.
Not to be out showed Ladybug danced from his arms, tapping him lightly on the nose as she went her smile bright and voice teasing “Sing or yowl kitty?”
“My Father really needs this; he wants to do something nice for Paris’ citizens and feature it’s heroes! “ Still not used to not getting her way, even now, Queen Bee crossed her arms and pouted her tone flat as she threw her dignity under the proverbial bus. “Please. It’d only be a few songs.”
Marinette sighed “Okay, we’ll vote on it. Nino?”
“I’m a DJ, I don’t sing.” He replied with a raised brow.
“Alya?”
“Girl I can harmonise for days.” Rena had been lounging on the roof top but had jumped to her feet in enthusiasm when asked her fox ears twitching.
“Adrien?”
“Well I am classically trained, Princess.” Chat folded into an exaggerated bow, winking at her when he stood again.
“Chloe?”
“Well of course I’m in.” Whilst Bee had rolled her eyes they’d been no malice in her tone just gentle teasing, a sharp contrast to Chloe of yesteryears.
Ladybug shrugged, her tone falsely optimistic “I guess that’s a yes then… So does anyone know any carols?” it was a shame she couldn’t sing in public without stuttering.
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A week later found all five heroes decked out in full Kwami gear, but adorned with matching fur trimmed half capes (a Marinette special), stood in the lobby of the Mayor’s hotel. There was an air of awkwardness around the group, whilst they’d loved meeting the children and giving out sweets and candy canes all of them seemed a little daunted by the festively decorated stage that they were expected to go sing on. The full orchestra at the side didn’t help anyone’s nerves.
“Anyone else wishing for an Akuma right now?” Rena’s voice was teasing but the undertone of dread settled on the group.
Before anyone had the chance to lighten the mood, the Mayor was calling them up onto stage. “Please welcome Paris’ Heroes here to start off our carolling! Ladybug if you’d like to do the honours?”
He gestured for Ladybug to take center stage, in front of the microphone, and for a moment she completely forgot the confidence the spots normally offered her. Her face turning bright red under the mask as she awkwardly avoided stepping forward; she really didn’t want to sing alone.
Before she could stumble backwards into the safety of her team she felt fingers linking between hers on both sides. Rena proudly stood on her left and Bee cockily stood to her right. The girls led her forward as the music to a popular Carol began to play. Rena immediately began to harmonise in the background whilst Bee bravely began the verse, tightening her fingers and causing Ladybug to start singing too, their voices blending quite well to carry the tune and any stutters Mari accidentally produced were well covered by her Bee-Bug. As the chorus began Chat jumped in, slinging an arm around both Ladybug’s and Queen Bee’s Shoulders, his strong beautiful voice carrying with theirs. Carapace followed his que, slinging an arm around Rena’s waist but standing slightly further back so his slightly off tune singing didn’t ruin her harmonising but still allowing him to take part.
As the Carol reached its crescendo and the public joined in Ladybug found a confident happy smile splitting her features; turns out you could do anything with your friends at your side.
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I’m not super happy with this one, i struggled with the prompt but really wanted to do something with the whole team so hopefully this doesn’t read as awkward as it felt to write it!
This is one again set in the same AU as the first two Winter Week drabbles, with a whole team being post reveal!
ML Winter Week Day 7- Christmas
“Merry Christmas, my Lady,” Adrien whispered in Marinette’s ear, brushing her hair away from her face.
”Kitty?” she mumbled, reaching out blearily and touching his face.
”Yes?” He clasped her hand and brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss on her knuckles.
She sighed blissfully. “C’mere,” she begged.
He obliged, lowering his head and brilliant emerald met glittering sapphire.
Marinette kissed his cheek chastely, her warm breath tickling his cheek.
”Emma’s waiting,” he breathed. “She wants to open her presents.”
”Okay, I’ll be up in a few,” she replied.
…
”I love this!” Emma hugged the jewelry-making kit to her chest. “Thank you Mummy and Daddy!”
”You’re welcome,” said Adrien fondly, and whispered when she wasn’t looking, “She takes after you.”
Marinette subtly rolled her eyes and smiled, her eyes glued to her daughter.
”In a year we’ll be getting gifts for another one,” she said, placing a hand on her growing stomach.
“That’s right,” he said earnestly, laying a hand on top of her slender one. “I can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait either!” Emma piped up.
Marinette chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Neither can we, sweetie.”
”Is it a boy or a girl?”
”We don’t know, darling, but you’ll be the first to know,” Marinette promised.
Emma giggled as her parents pulled her into a group hug.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” Marinette murmured. “And this one too,” she added, rubbing her stomach.
”Merry Christmas, Mummy and Daddy,” Emma said cheerfully. “And the baby too.”
They remained in each other’s arms, unwilling to let go.
A happy family.
ML Winter Week Day 7 - New Years
On this last day of ML Winter Week, my last dedication doesn’t have a particular name. That’s because it’s for you. Yes, you reading this, who’s part of this wonderful fandom. You who create content. You who consume content. You who is active all the time. You who’s not so active. You who are one of the firsts. You who just got into the fandom. I dedicate this to all the wonderful people I’ve met and the ones I’ve yet to meet. I wish you all the happiest and most miraculous of holidays!
At the Strike of Midnight
“One more hour to go!” Alix bellowed over all the chatter.
It the typical New Year’s Eve party. Marinette had decided to invite everyone she cared about. Which turned out to be a lot of people. Lucky for her, having a boyfriend whose father had a mansion certainly had its perks.
It hadn’t been her first option, but Adrien had insisted it be moved there, since their apartment was too small. So, there they were, an hour away from midnight…
And Marinette was being pulled away for the fifteenth time that night.
Hazards of being the hostess, she reasoned. An hour before midnight, she was refilling the punch bowl, which had emptied much faster than she anticipated. And the same seemed to be happening to the trays of fruits, cheeses and meats.
“Hey, you,” someone whispered in her ear.
Marinette smiled. “Where have you been?” she asked, relishing in the arms snaking around her waist.
“Looking for you,” Adrien said, giving her a kiss on the temple.
“You know me,” she sighed, setting down a now empty jar. “Always putting out fires.”
The man hummed. “You think we can have a moment? Just us?”
“Sure,” Marinette agreed. “What is—”
“Mari!” Alya called from behind them. “Nathaniel just had a wardrobe malfunction. We were wondering if you could help.”
Adrien sighed, bumping his forehead against the back of her head.
“Sure, I’ll be right there,” Marinette assured her best friend.
With an apology to Adrien, she ran off to fix what turned out to be an almost ripped off sleeve. Apparently, it got caught on a coat hanger from a thread that had already been loose. Marinette made a few quick stitches and was done in only a few minutes.
But the moment she was walking away, news that a coworker broke a vase reached her. For the next few minutes, she cleaned up the mess and apologized profusely to Mr. Agreste. Thankfully, the man only dismissed her, saying he didn’t like that vase anyway, and had been looking for an excuse to get rid of it.
“Hey, I heard what happened,” said Adrien when he found her after the incident.
“Oh my gosh, I’m gonna go nuts here,” Marinette said miserably. “And here I thought the people I know couldn’t cause such mayhem.”
“You’re the one who wanted to have a party,” Adrien chuckled.
“I know, but, jeez,” Marinette looked about. “I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
“Me neither,” he said thoughtfully. “Wanna step outside, before—”
CRASH
“Ugh! What now?” Marinette whined, turning on her heels.
This time, it had been one of the calmer ones. Rose had tripped on one of the cables of Nino’s DJ station, pulling on the equipment. When she got there, the DJ was torn between making sure Rose was okay or chastising her for the damage. But it took one look from Marinette for him to help the blonde up. By the time she walked away, Nino was whispering sweet things to his station.
Yet Marinette didn’t even get a chance to laugh, because the next moment a football flew over her head. This one had come from her coworkers. With a scold and a reminder of the rules of the house, she punctured the white and black ball and threw it in a bin.
What time is it? She pondered as she placed a new tray of fruits on the snacks table.
“One minute!” Marinette heard Kim yell, as if responding to her query.
“Marinette!” another voice called. When she turned, she almost bumped with Adrien’s chest.
“There you are!” she sighed in relief. “I was about to look for you—”
“Marinette, there’s something important I have to tell you—”
“Now?” she asked. “Can’t we talk about it later? There’s only a few seconds—”
“It can’t wait,” he said, shuffling through his pockets. “I promised myself I would do this before the end of the year.”
“Do—” But the question died in her throat when Adrien raised a silver ring, with an emerald stone, to her eye level.
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he breathed, “will you do me the honor of marrying me?”
The woman’s lips parted. She could hear all her friends, family and coworkers begin the ten second countdown. Yet, the sound seemed muffled to her, gaze solely on Adrien’s eyes. Her heart hammered against her chest. Her breath came out in slow pants. It was like time had become meaningless.
“HAPPY NEW YEAR!” many yelled in unison around them.
It was all Marinette needed to grab the nape of the blond’s neck and pull him into a fierce kiss. It wasn’t the usual peck they shared on occasions like this. It was a kiss they usually only shared when it was just the two of them, whether it was in the comfort of their apartment or on a tall rooftop. It was a kiss that spoke words and feelings.
And on that night, it spoke only one word: yes.
ML Winter Week Day 6- Snowfall
“It’s Christmas Eve,” said Nino, wrapping an arm around Marinette’s shoulders. “Stop whining about the cold. It’s not that unbearable.”
“Easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “You have a built-in thermostat in your body. Not all of us are that fortunate.” As if to validate her point, she shivered and burrowed herself deeper into Nino.
The couple was walking home after watching a local outdoor performance of The Nutcracker. Marinette, who seemed to be particularly sensitive to the chill in the air, had been complaining about it nonstop since they had left. And frankly, Nino was getting fed up.
“Then I’ll keep you warm,” he replied evenly. “Besides, the bake-off is tonight!”
The bake-off, as aptly named by Alya, was a competition to see who could bake the best cookies among the four of them. Unsurprisingly, Marinette emerged victorious every time, being the daughter of two bakers, but they still enjoyed the hilarity that occurred during the process.
“You’re right,” Marinette sighed. “Sorry about my whinging.”
“It’s okay,” he responded. “It is a little nippy, so your complaining was justified.”
Marinette smiled, pecking him on the cheek. They strolled together in silence, savoring each other’s company.
The clouds, which had been gathering since noon, finally unleashed what was held within it. Light snow began to fall in cluster, landing on their coats and hats.
Nino affectionately brushed a snowflake from Marinette’s shoulder as she did the same. Snowflakes were stuck to her lashes and he tenderly swept a finger over them, clearing them.
Soon, Paris was blanketed with snow and many children could be seen frolicking about, their gaily laughter ringing through the streets. Among them were a young couple, the man watching with laughter in his eyes as the woman, spreadeagled on her back, moved her limbs simultaneously to create a snow angel. Snowflakes decorated her blue hair, but she couldn’t care less.
It was the most wonderful time of year, and it was the best.
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Not my best drabble, may edit it tmrw.
ML Winter Week Day 6 - Mistletoe
So I heard you were having a hard time these days, so I decided to dedicate this one for you, @twindoodle. I know you make a lot of Chlonath art, soooo… Happy Holidays with this one ^_^ Also, for everyone who believes in a Chloé redemption arc.
Wrong Target
“There,” Chloé stated, staring proudly at her work.
A mistletoe was now hanging from the doorframe to the classroom. All she had to do now was wait for Adrien to arrive and stop him before he entered, long enough to distract him and strike. It shouldn’t be too hard. Adrien could be pretty clueless sometimes.
She sat on the surface of his desk and waited, vibrating with excitement. A few minutes later, students started to pour in. So far, the only ones to have noticed the mistletoe were Ivan and Mylène, who took the opportunity to give each other a chaste kiss. Chloé groaned in disgust, but ignored them for the time being.
Her leg was already shaking incessantly, when at last, she saw the boy with the red cap, meaning that Adrien couldn’t be far behind. She sat at the edge of the desk, feet tapping the floor in anticipation.
At last, the blond boy was about to enter the classroom, and whatever patience Chloé had had vanished completely. The next second, she found herself jumping and calling: “Adrikins!”
She was only a few centimeters away from him, when he looked up at the mistletoe in horror and jumped to the side. But the move caused Chloé to trip on his foot and land on the person behind him, her lips crashing awkwardly on the wrong target. And an unwilful one at that.
Her eyes widened as she stared at a pair of turquoise eyes, just as shocked as hers. As quickly as she could, she pulled herself away from the redhead and wiped her lips.
“Ugh! Nathaniel!” she bellowed. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Me?!” Nathaniel croaked out.
“You always ruin everything!” she snapped.
Chloé swirled on her heels, almost slapping him with her ponytail, and fumed all the way to her desk. All the while trying to control the embarrassment that was growing on her cheeks.
“Chloé, are you okay?” Sabrina fussed over her. Annoying the blonde even more.
“Don’t talk about it, Sabrina!” she scolded.
The spectacled girl sighed in defeat. Chloé fixed her gaze to the front, her chin resting on her hand. But from the corner of her eye, she could see people had crowded around Nathaniel, asking if he was okay. Some were even telling him how sorry they were he had to endure that. She huffed again, pondering if she should tell anybody off. But before she could decide, Ms. Bustier entered the classroom and class started.
After a painstakingly long class, it was finally time for lunch. Chloé decided to wait for most of the class to be gone, just so she wouldn’t have to endure the embarrassment from earlier. When Adrien left, she felt safe enough to leave, so she grabbed her bag and got up. Yet, just as she took one step, she bumped into someone.
“Watch where you’re—” But she was cut off short when she realized she had stumbled into the same person from earlier.
“Sorry,” Nathaniel whispered, making a point to not look at her.
“Sorry?!” Chloé yelled. “Sorry doesn’t even begin to cover it, art-boy! You have any idea how humiliating it is to have an Adrien kiss stolen by you?!”
Nathaniel’s eyebrows furrowed.
“You had not right to—”
“N-no,” Nathaniel interrupted.
Chloé frowned. “No?!”
“No,” the boy repeated, firmer this time. “Y-you jumped on me. It’s not my fault Adrien didn’t want to k-kiss you.”
Chloé’s nostrils flared. “You dare—”
“Yes,” Nathaniel intervened once again. “You weren’t the only one who got humiliated, you know. I didn’t want a kiss from you either.”
“Oh, pah-lease,” Chloé scoffed. “Anyone would die to get one of my kisses.”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Nathaniel muttered, turning away.
Even though it wasn’t meant to be heard by her, she caught every single word. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him to face her.
“I’ll have you know I’m a great kisser,” she bragged.
Nathaniel blinked. “You call that a kiss?”
“W-well I wasn’t ready!” she spluttered. “I didn’t expect to kiss you!”
The boy simply shrugged and started walking away again. Chloé huffed for the hundredth time that day just as she grabbed Nathaniel’s arm.
“Stop ignoring me!”
“What do you want, Chloé?” Nathaniel sighed.
“I want you to tell me I’m a good kisser,” she said, with an exasperated tone.
“I will not let you bully me into saying something I don’t mean,” the boy reasoned, stomping his foot.
“Bully you?!” Chloé gasped. “I’m not—I don’t—”
“Can’t I just go?” he begged.
The girl looked at him, wondering how someone could possibly say she was a bad kisser. What was more, he called her a bully. She was capable of being nice. Hadn’t she proved that already? Her grip on his arm slackened, and Nathaniel softly pulled away. He was about to leave when…
“Wait!” Chloé blurted out. Nathaniel sighed, but stopped nonetheless. The girl stepped closer to him. “Could you not tell people I’m a bad kisser? I can’t have people saying that.”
“Like you said my art sucked?” Nathaniel arched an eyebrow.
Chloé winced. “Fine. I’ll tell people your stupid art is great if you tell them I’m a good kisser.”
“I’m not gonna lie for you, Chloé,” Nathaniel deadpanned. The girl gave another exasperated growl, almost missing how he looked up. “You’re gonna have to prove it.”
She frowned, in confusion. But the moment she followed his gaze, her stomach dropped when she saw the cursed mistletoe.
“I am not kissing you again,” she scoffed.
“Then no deal,” Nathaniel concluded, starting to turn again.
Chloé gave one last growl when she grabbed the front of his sweater and crashed her lips against his once again. Except this time, both parties did so willfully. For Chloé, it was… surprisingly nice.
Several seconds later, she pulled away, staring intently at the boy before her. He licked his lips, with a pondering look.
“Not bad,” he whispered. “Consider it a deal.”
“Ha! Told ya,” Chloé said, triumphantly.
“Yeah, Chloé. You win,” Nathaniel chuckled, sounding almost sarcastic. “See you around then.”
Chloé nodded, following him with her gaze, noticing a smirk on his lips.
“Wait,” she said at last. “What just happened?”
