Adrinette Month Day Sixteen Keeping today simple with the two leaving behind their superhero snow sculptures because tomorrow, I gotta dress them kids up for prom. Also, I should really finish those other drawings still on the back burner. I'll be on the tablet tomorrow at least? Yes.
Paris is covered in an unprecedented amount of snowfall. Undeterred, Paris' reliable heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, still take on the responsibility of their patrol - but what's the harm of taking a break to enjoy the snow?
I wrote this in December, but looking at the Adrienette Month Prompt for today - Snow Day - totally reminded me of this small little oneshot! Thought I’d post it - since I’m still working on catching up on a few of the prompts (got something in the works for childhood friends au, the reveal, and maybe a disney au!)! Enjoy
(ao3 link)
“Oof!”
It was another cold night of patrolling Ladybug and Chat Noir. With Christmas fast approaching Paris had been hit with record breaking snowfall, leaving the City of Lights covered in a new layer of snow. Yet while many businesses and shops had taken to closing early for the night, the City’s superheroes still took to their duties, undeterred by the unexpected weather.
And while Chat Noir was quick to try to make games out of their patrol – kicking up snow eagerly and directing a few stray snowballs her way – Ladybug had successfully redirected his energy back to the matter at hand: ensuring the safety of the City.
However that was well over an hour ago and as they came to a stop atop of one of the many snow-covered buildings of Paris, the duo paused for a moment of reprieve. It had become quickly apparent that Hawkmoth had not sent out an akuma and the City itself seemed to be at peace. The two heroes settled themselves on the rooftop.
Upon their arrival, Chat Noir took no time in getting comfortable. He seemed quite at ease in falling backwards to lie on this new frosty surface, sinking into the snow, his legs slightly spread and arms held open by his sides. He looked upwards, his chest rapidly rising and falling, as his breath came out in wispy clouds against the dark sky.
“Chat, what are you doing?” Ladybug questioned, an eyebrow lifting under her mask as she crossed her arms.
“Well, My Lady” Chat replied, “I thought we were taking a break?”
Gesturing to him, Ladybug continued, “But you’re going to get a cold!”
“Ladybug,” Chat said, his face suddenly serious, “We’ve been running around Paris in the freezing cold all night. If I get sick, it’ll be because of that.”
At that Ladybug pursed her lips. He wasn’t wrong. They had been out in the snow for quite some time, and all the while she hadn’t felt the chills of the weather, despite her skintight outfit. Perhaps it was a perk of the Miraculous?
“Plus,” Chat continued, waving his arms against the snow, bringing them up towards his head, “I never get to play in the snow, so I plan on taking full advantage of this!”
Ladybug had to agree with that, it rarely snowed in Paris and when it did, it seldom stuck around for long. She could remember the few amazing times when she was younger, playing out in the snow, building snowmen, making snow angels, or one of her favourites, making snow “cakes” and “pastries” in imitation of her parents. And so Ladybug, acquiesced, looking around to make sure no one could see them up of the roof, before flopping down into the snow, much like Chat had done but a moment ago. She laughed as the snow tickled her neck and closed her eyes, appreciating the absence of the cold against her suit. She’d have to thank Tikki later.
At this Chat let out the biggest smile, delighted in having his partner join him in the snow. His smile soon melted into a heart-filled, dreamy stare, easily mesmerized by Ladybug’s bell-like giggle and soft smile.
The loving stare went unnoticed by Ladybug as she relaxed, closing her eyes. She let out a contented sigh as she slowly breathed in and out, letting her body catch its breath after their fast sprint around the city.
After a few minutes, an odd rustling noise perked Ladybug from her rest. Turning her head towards Chat, puzzled, she sat up to look at him.
His eyes were closed, a small innocent smile on his face, as his arms and legs moved back in forth, pushing against the snow on the roof.
“Chat?”
“Mmmmm…?” he replied, cracking one eye open.
“Are you making a snow angel?”
“Perhaps…” he answered cryptically, his smile suddenly turning into a more mischievous that Ladybug was more than familiar with.
Ladybug stood up beside him, staring down at him as he gleefully flailed around. Finally content with his snow outline, he too arose, very slowly and carefully trying not to make a mess of his creation. Naturally, Ladybug reached out a hand to help him up.
“Thanks!” he chirped, checks red – and not from the cold, he quickly turned around to add a final flourish to his masterpiece, reaching out with his claws to add twin swooping lines to the top the head of his outline and two bundles on the sides of the face… almost like antennae and pigtails?
“Chat…?” Ladybug asked, “What is this?”
“Bugaboo, can’t you tell?” He smiled triumphant and proud, “It’s a snowbug!”
Ladybug stared blankly between him and his odd snow angel for a moment, before she broke out with laughter. She pushed him playfully as he joined in, laughing away in the cold night.
“I love it Chat, it’s perfect” she smiled.
Chat grinned, “Don’t you mean, purr–“
“No, no, no! I mean perfect!” She giggled; interrupting a pun she had heard one too many times. She shook her head at him, “You silly cat!”
Suddenly, inspired by his random snow art, Ladybug stepped around Chat, coming up to the patch of snow beside his “snowbug” that was still untouched. Turning back she raised an eyebrow up at Chat as he cocked his head to the side in curiosity.
“Ladybug?”
Smiling wide, Ladybug let herself fall back until she lay flat against the roof once more. Quickly mimicking Chat from earlier, she spread out her arms and legs, moving them up and down, and side to side to form her own snow angel. Chat watched on, intent and curious. Pouncing back up, Ladybug quickly turned to her work and used her hands to add a pair of pointed ears to the top of its head and a long tail from the waist.
Chat, finally comprehending what she was up to, stared at her with wide eyes, mouth slightly open in shock, before slowly forming into a small smile, the red on his cheeks growing behind his black mask.
Before him, Ladybug stood tall, her hands confidently on her hips as she faced him.
Marinette in Wonderland (Bonus Scene)- Adrienette Month Day Sixteen
Gore under the cut.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
Adrien Agreste was sixteen when he wandered into Wonderland, and on a whim, agreed to save it.
The Cheshire Chat is seventeen as his bloody head watches the love of his life cut off a man's legs, and promptly pass out.
He feels the smile etched into his face fade away as the Butterfly King's lifeblood pours out, turning from blood to Ladybugs, that fly over the countryside, and for the first time in months, his smirk is real. "We both know what happens, now that Alice has made the life cut."
"You seem excited," the man growls. "I'd think you'd be horrified by what you're doing."
"Not at all," The Cheshire Chat tilts his head... well, himself, technically, considering the head's all there is. "Cat are predators. There's no horror in a cat eating a butterfly."
The king looks disgusted, but The Cheshire Chat doesn't care. If this man didn't want to be eaten, he shouldn't have let his Princess Volpina go around decapitating people. Mass is needed to regrow a body.
He starts by floating down to the legs, already cut off and not moving, and takes a bite out, feeling a bit of his neck regrow, as blood drips from his mouth. The flesh tastes like tough steak, with a but of a greasy, oily tint there. It's not exactly the sweetest thing he's tasted, human flesh, but it's passable, and his body is, bite by bite, growing back.
By the time he's finished with the legs, he already has his shoulders, most of his torso, and an arm grown back, although blood still oozes where the flesh cuts off. He looks down at the unconscious Alice... no, Marinette, stirring, and uses his newly-regrown hand to stroke her cheek. "Sleep well. Sleep longer. Sleep until we've made it home," he whispers, and she falls away from her near-waking state, sighing at his touch. The hand is bare, not leather-coated. His own skin.
He floats to the Butterfly King, and lifts the man's arm, taking a first, harsh bite of living flesh. The man's screams echo through the manor.
...
Body regrown, and the Butterfly King nothing but a blank-eyed head, drained of blood, on the ground, Adrien Agreste peels off the mask and ears of The Cheshire Chat, and instantly feels ill. "Holy shit..." he mutters. "That sure was messed up." He averts his eyes from the head, lifting Marinette in his arms, and steps out onto the Balcony... it's snowing, and in the snow, people stand as if just waking from a nightmare. Manon Chamack rubs her eyes, clear, brown eyes, with flesh hands, looking up at him. "Who're you?" she asks. "What happened?"
"It's me, Puppet Girl," he smiles, but this smile is gentle, bittersweet. "Cheshire Chat."
She stares, and then races to hug him. "You look weird though."
"I know, Puppet girl." He looks up to the other mages... the once-akumas. "Alice saved the day. I'm leaving... so this is goodbye."
"Do you have to go...?"
He looks down at Marinette, sleeping soundly in his arms. "I made a promise." He turns to Vincent Aza, a man with a magic camera. "Will you send us back, Pixles?"
He lifts the camera, and the lens flashes...
...
He lands on his feet, in front of the Dupain-Cheng bakery, and he shakes Marinette slightly. "Marinette... Marinette!" he beams as her eyes open, and she throws her arms around him.
Snowflakes land in her hair. Snowflakes of rebirth, of awakening. The snow that signals the end of the nightmare. She smiles into his chest.
"Princess, we're home," he whispers. "When you killed him, the Ladybugs did their job. We're home." No need to tell her what he did, or what he left behind.
He lets her down, and her feet rest over the hardened snow, as he rings the doorbell.
She's home, and they're together. Everything will be okay.
