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[orangebunnit]

DJwifi December Day 2: Snowball  Drawing on medibang paint immediately made my art 3x more anime than usual Anyway, this is based on the fact that I too would be distracted by Alya and her  immense beauty @djwifi-december ((psst by the way, if you use our prompt list be sure to tag us so we can see it!)) 

[seasonofthegeek]

DJWifi December: Hot Chocolate for @djwifi-december <3

[djwifi-december]

Djwifi December 2018

Hello, miraculers! This year, @orangebunnit and @megatraven have set up this event, with the help of many people from the djwifi discord server! We’re excited to officially release our calendar, and look forward to all the content we’ll be seeing.

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Prompt list below the cut

Heroes

Snowball fight

Soulmates

Hot chocolate

Snowed in

Balcony scene

Bed-sharing

Sharing jackets

Music

Late nights

Blanket (fort)

Proposal

Moving in together

Secrets

Reveal

Sick day

Soft glances

Coffee shop au

Mistletoe

Hugs

Childhood friends

Storm

First 'I love you's

Surprise visits

City watching

Power outage

Phone calls/texting

Babysitting

Caged

Comfort

Parents

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[3laxx]

DJWifi December 2k18

Day 18: Coffee Shop AU

Ao3 / FF.net

He wasn’t addicted to coffee. No matter how much Marinette and Adrien tried convincing him that he was, because his financial situation slowly began suffering under it, he wasn’t addicted to coffee.

After all, he didn’t visit the coffee shop because of this.

Or, at least, not because of only the coffee. Admittedly, this drink had sometimes saved his day.

But no, his prime reason why he was visiting the coffee shop was to see the sweet Barista who always gave him the wonderful smile and the extra bit whipped cream.

He sighed if he only thought about her, even if he should be concentrating on his lecture. Though, he couldn’t stop remembering her. He couldn’t stop propping his head up in his hand and sighing dreamily while the musical theory prof went on and on about harmonies up front.

Nino leant back in the narrow seating rows, lifting his arms behind his head.

She was beautiful.

Her hazel-green eyes lit up everytime he saw her and her beautiful tanned skin seemed like molten chocolate when he thanked her and she smiled at him. He couldn’t bear how beautiful she was.

When she spoke, her voice was like honey, rich and wonderful and so sweet that his heart actually skipped a beat and when she smirked smugly at him when he blushed, he couldn’t help but being infatuated by her again and again.

She was an angel to him, a wonderful young goddess on earth and he totally had a crush on her. Secretly, but he did.

With another sigh he played with his pen and thought about her beautiful hair that shone like gold to him. Which shampoo did she use, he wondered?

And did she dye her hair somehow? Did she go to the barber for that or did she do it herself if she did?

For some reason he didn’t think she did. For some reason he was sure that her hair was all natural, despite the brightly glowing orange tips. He was sure she was all natural. He hair just didn’t look dyed, because he knew what dyed hair looked like.

With a slight grin he let the testosterone take over and let his imaginary gaze wander down, to her chest, admittedly, but mostly her soft looking stomach and her wide hips when he stepped close enough to the counter to see enough of her. He didn’t do that often at all but sometimes, he couldn’t help it. When he was waiting for her to finish his coffee and there was no other costumer, he stepped closer to the counter to seemingly look at the cake display.

He knew that she knew, though, that he was checking her out with shy glances and hidden blushes and even if he did his best not to let this happen too often, he couldn’t help finding her attractive and well, he couldn’t help being a boy either.

At least he didn’t stare.

He’d visit her again this afternoon, he promised. A coffee couldn’t hurt, he thought, and he’d find 2€ somewhere, he was sure. Even if he’d have to beg for Adrien to lend him that again.

But he had to see her again. He had to see her so badly that he immediately sprinted out of the lecture when his prof was done talking and ran out counting his money on the go. The coffee shop was only five minutes away and he was eager to talk to her again.

Maybe he’d even have the courage to ask her out today. Maybe.

With a cheer he found his last money and directed his steps directly to the coffee shop, glad that he wouldn’t have to beg Adrien for money again. He’d just be even more in his debt as he already was and it’d just lead to more teasing from his friends’ side.

He was out of breath as he arrived at the coffee shop in just 2 minutes instead of five, having ran over a few red lights (and risking being picked up by a car in a not so healthy way), but at least he was here, and with a glance inside he already saw her beautiful face in profile.

With clumsy movements he tried combing through his unruly short hair but he couldn’t stop it from standing up in spikes in all directions.

With a groan he entered the coffee shop anyway. Either way, however he looked, she’d recognize him and that was the most important to him.

Though, the tension inside the shop was almost so thick he had the feeling he could cut it with a knife if he tried. There weren’t that many customers and just one guy on the counter, but somehow, something was wrong. Nino at first pretended to stomp his boots free from the snow and to adjust his jacket, to hear what was going on. Because Alya wasn’t at all the cheerful girl he remembered, as of now. She seemed pissed.

Carefully, he listened to the conversation that somehow also made the other customers uneasy, and gave him a bad feeling.

“C’mon, sweetheart, just one date.”, the guy tried now as Alya tried her best ignoring him, making her coffee. She was obviously fuming on the inside, “I’ll even pay for you.”

She shot him a forced polite glance because her work rules said so, and thanked him but still declined.

“Very nice of you.”, Nino heard her voice shivering in anger, “But no, thank you.”

He could see that she was this close to snapping. If they had been on the streets and she wasn’t working, she’d probably already kicked his balls, but her uniform didn’t allow her to. He knew she needed this job and it wasn’t exactly easy to find a decent job, he knew, he had tried himself.

So she needed to be polite, no matter what he said.

“You’re playing hard to get, I like that.”, the guy gave her a toothy grin and she finally showed the first sign of real discomfort, crossing her arms and the corners of her mouth twitching.

That was it.

She wasn’t feeling safe anymore and he’d have to intervene. How?

He didn’t know that yet.

Her glance shifted towards him and her eyes immediately showed relief when he locked his gaze on hers, nodding slightly. She gave him a forced smile, then he knew what to do.

“.. ‘Afternoon, beautiful.”, he greeted and seemingly comfortably hung his jacket up, as if he’d done that a thousand times already. Alya gave him a puzzled glance but he continued.

Nino passed the guy on the counter with a natural “Sup, man.” and joined Alya behind the counter, pressing a kiss to her cheek while grabbing an apron.

“Who’s that guy?”, the man behind the counter now asked, watching Nino skeptically.

“Her boyfriend.”, Nino shot back, now done knotting the apron of some coworker, “And coworker. Hi. Did she already finish your order? Can I do anything else for you?”

The guy begrudgingly grabbed his coffee that Alya had just finished and snorted at him, shaking his head.

“That leek of a boy, are you serious? I could give you a thousand times more than him.”, he commented and Nino thanked god the customers had to pay beforehand.

“Oh, you mean like, a thousand times more body fat?”, Nino glared at him as he propped his hands up on his hips and a few customers began cheering as the man glared at him and left, huffing a last time before the door slid open to let him out.

As Nino was sure the man was gone, he awkwardly turned around to Alya and undid the apron again, the furious blush heating up his face.

“S-Sorry for that. I could tell you were uncomfortable. I’ll just uh-… Take this off now.”, he handed her the apron and was almost past her when she turned around, holding him there. Nino tilted his head at her but she didn’t even hesitate to hug him.

“… Thank you.”, she brought out, shivering, “Thank you so much.”

He chuckled as he hugged her back.

“Not a problem.”

My prompts are based on THIS calendar from @djwifi-december!

[niyes-lahiffe]

Djwifi December day 6: Balcony Scene

Er, rather, it's a WINDOW scene and even though it hasn't been confirmed nor denied that Nino has a balcony, I like the idea of a window ;)

Also, Nino doesn’t know Rena’s identity in this.

It's a few days late I'm so sorry

@djwifi-december

Ao3

Yeah, Rena could admit that she was definitely in the mood to mess with someone. And who was the lucky soul? None other than her wonderful boyfriend, Nino Lahiffe, of whom she loved to tease very much.

She landed beside his window, trying her hardest to suppress a snicker as she gave the screen a hardy knock. She peeked inside and could see the boy on his computer screen, his headphones on and his head bobbing along with a beat he was obviously creating.

She smiled and shook her head. Dork.

She tried knocking again a little harder, but to no avail. He was now leaning back in his chair with his feet resting on his desk, air-guitaring as though he was suddenly a star in the eighties. His eyes were closed and he had his bottom lip between his teeth, no doubt having the time of his life at the moment.

Rena could've watched him like this all day, but she had a mission and she was determined to accomplish it.

She slipped her fingers underneath the windowsill and gave a small grunt as she pushed it open. Stepping inside, the superheroine was barely able to hold back her laughter. Nino was so into whatever he was doing that he hadn't even noticed her come in.

She maneuvered herself so she could stand directly behind him, holding a gloved hand above his head and wiggling her fingers malevolently. She really felt like doing an evil chuckle.

As quick as a fox, she snatched the headphones right off his head.

What followed was Nino jumping so high that he fell to the floor in a startled frenzy. The shrill screech that came out of his mouth was enough to make Rena clutch her belly and guffaw.

Curled in a tight ball and shaking like a madman, he looked up to see who his persecutor was. "R-Re...Rena R-Rouge..?" he gawked.

"Hey, Mr. DJ," she replied, giving him a wink. His response was a groan as he curled back up into the ball.

Voice muffled, he retorted, "You scared the ever-living snot out of me, dude!"

She crouched down and poked his head, snickering at his unamused response.

This wasn't the first time she'd been to his house as a superhero. Her visits had become more and more frequent until it was a given that she would go to his house as often as she could. As odd as it was, she and Nino had grown to be really close friends, which always felt extremely weird. She was his girlfriend in one life and his best friend in the other. Be that as it may, it was always so amusing to see Nino's reactions whenever she flirted with him in her superhero form.

He would always claim to her that he had a girlfriend, though. She couldn't help but smile at his loyalty every time.

She let the boy collect himself for a moment before holding out her hand for him to grab. He pouted at her but graciously accepted her offer to help him up.

"Never do that again," he told her as he dusted himself off.

Rena placed a finger to her chin thoughtfully. "Hmmmmm. Maybe. You looked super cute a moment ago, though."

Ah, there it was. The blush that had her smiling evilly.

"Uhhh, thanks...I guess?" he responded, red face turned towards the floor.

"You're welcome." She didn't want to make him too uncomfortable, so she took a step back. After that, they started chatting about random things as always, time soon becoming a foreign object.

That is, until Nino glanced at the clock on his wall and a gasp interrupted whatever he was going to say next.

"What?" Rena said, turning around and trying to find whatever had caught his attention so suddenly.

"It's 1:00."

Rena stared at the clock for a long moment before replying, "Shoot."

"Where does the time go?!" Nino shook his fist at his clock and grinned in satisfaction when his actions successfully caused Rena to laugh.

"Guess I better be going, then," she said, winking at him once more. "Thanks for the time, Mr. DJ." Rena gave Nino a small solute and went over to his window. Once she was out, she hopped into the nearest building and waved at the boy, who had wandered to his window to say farewell.

"Au revior, foxhead," he remarked.

[ladylynse]

Decided to participate in DJWiFi December before I ran out of days! Following the list by @djwifi-december, the prompt for Day 30 is Comfort. This little ficlet takes place sometime after the S2 finale. Enjoy!

After an akuma attack that hits a little too close to home, Nino and Alya find themselves comforting each other. [FF | AO3]

“Hey, are you okay?”

She wasn’t. Nino knew that. But he also didn’t know any other way to start a conversation like this.

Alya bit out a broken laugh and held out her hands. They were shaking. “Am I okay? Me? I’m about as good as I can be, I guess, but Nino—”

He pulled her close, looping an arm around her shoulder and leading her back into the alley where Ladybug had left them when she’d disappeared with their borrowed Miraculous. “Ladybug fixed everything,” he said. “This isn’t any worse than when Hawk Moth got to your sisters.”

Alya didn’t believe him. Clearly. She turned and buried her face in his shoulder, obviously past caring that she was going to smudge her glasses, and groaned. “Being a superhero is harder than I ever thought it would be,” she mumbled. “And, I mean, I can’t write about Rena Rouge and Carapace, not really, but I can’t not write about them because then everyone will be asking. The Ladyblog isn’t just about Ladybug and Chat Noir anymore. But when stuff like this happens—”

Nino wrapped his arms around her. “Hey. It’s okay. This is going to be okay.”

“Hawk Moth got me again.”

“Hawk Moth’s akuma got a lucky hit on Rena Rouge when Carapace wasn’t around to protect her like he’d promised,” Nino corrected quietly.

Alya looked up at him. “You don’t really believe that, do you? You were protecting your family, Nino. You were doing what you had to. What I told you to do. For once. Stop beating yourself up just because you listened to me.”

He gave her a weak smile. “Protection is my thing. I wasn’t fast enough, and you paid for it. And you might not remember the illusions you created, but I do, and…. Look, just know that you’re important to me. I don’t want to lose you.”

Alya swallowed and pulled back. “What did I do?” she whispered.

Nino hesitated, but he knew that look. She wasn’t going to let him get away with shrugging this off. If he didn’t tell her, she’d convince herself of something infinitely worse, and lying was out of the question. “You, uh, remember Sandboy?”

“When all the nightmares came to life? How could I forget it?”

“Yeah.” He licked his lips. “It was, um, kinda like that. For me at least. I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised. You know me well enough to know my weaknesses. To, uh, know that you are a major weakness….”

Alya threw her arms around him and squeezed. “I’m sorry you had to go through that,” she said.

She didn’t ask for details.

He had a feeling she didn’t need them.

And that she knew he didn’t want to give them.

Alya moved to kiss him and whispered, “Thank you for saving me.”

He couldn’t help the goofy grin that spread over his face. “How do you know I was the one who saved you?”

“Because you’re my favourite hero.” She smirked and kissed him again. It felt too soon when she pulled back and added, “I’ve got an idea. We both need to clear our heads after what happened. Your parents think you’re with me anyway, right? So give them a call, play the panicked son and reassure yourself that they’re all right, let them tell you you don’t need to rush home just to see them, and let’s go make some better memories of tonight.”

Nino raised his eyebrows. “How do you know they won’t want me to come home if I call?”

Alya laughed. “Because your parents love you and they definitely don’t hate me.”

Now he just felt confused. “That doesn’t tell me anything.”

“It tells you everything. C’mon, Nino. Adrien’s the one with the overprotective father, not you. Your folks will actually respect date night.”

“But—”

“Or, better yet, since we’re here anyway, let’s just drop in and check on them. Together. It’ll prove my point. They’ll be thrilled to see us, you’ll actually believe your words about Ladybug fixing everything, and then they’ll practically shove us out the door to go enjoy ourselves.”

“Alya….” She was trying to pull him along now, and he didn’t want to drag his feet too much. He could see what she was doing now. Taking charge. Getting a handle on this situation.

Pushing away the terrifying thoughts that must still be plaguing her.

She stopped when she got to the sidewalk. “Please, Nino. You need this as much as I do. You can’t deny that.”

She was right. He couldn’t.

It would be easier to banish the memories of the haunting illusions if he could see that he hadn’t failed, that everyone was okay. Ladybug might be able to fix all the damage that had been done during an attack, but the memories remained. And the knowledge of what could happen, what had almost happened, could be a lot to bear. He wasn’t really sure what was worse, remembering every terrible detail or being met with the horrifying blankness that meant you’d been caught in Hawk Moth’s trap and used against Paris.

And yet here was Alya, facing that again. Twice as Lady WiFi, and now twice was Rena Rouge. Smiling at him despite that unknown hanging over her. Because she knew he remembered everything and that remembering hurt.

He bit back the crazy urge to laugh. When had Alya turned the tables on him? He was supposed to be the one comforting her.

“Before we go up,” he said as he drew up alongside her, “in case they don’t let us go like you think—”

“They will.”

“Yeah, but if they don’t— What would you have planned? For us to do tonight?”

Alya squeezed his hand but didn’t look at him as she answered. “Just some small things. Nice things. Hot chocolate. Splitting a pastry or two. Talking. Not talking. Walking. Not walking.” Nino snorted, and Alya winked at him. “Whatever we need.”

“Would’ve been nice.”

“Will be nice.”

“How are you so sure of that? They’re my parents.”

“Yeah, but they raised someone like you, and you wouldn’t be half so considerate if they weren’t. Not to mention everything else. I’m sure. And if I’m wrong—even though I won’t be wrong—there’s always tomorrow.”

Nino chuckled. “Yeah, there’s always tomorrow.” He sighed and leaned against her. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” She gave him a playful nudge. “I need to prove you wrong first.”

He nudged her back and then decided he was better off stealing a kiss—if it could be considered stealing when he knew it was freely given. “As you wish, milady.”

“Oh, don’t start.”

“You mean don’t stop?”

Alya rolled her eyes but didn’t correct him. “Come on. Let’s reassure ourselves that everyone’s okay before you have to field calls from the entire class wanting to know the same. Our date night’s had enough interruptions as it is, and I want to make the most of what’s left of it.”

“Making new memories.”

“Making new memories,” she agreed quietly, “for nights like this when we need them most.”

She was right, of course. Whatever they wound up doing—talking about it, not talking about it, enjoying the silence or enjoying the distractions—it would help. Slowly. To work through this. Alya would know, having been through it with her own family. Saving the people of Paris is one thing, but saving your family was something else entirely.

He was glad to have her.

She gave his hand another squeeze. “Come on,” she repeated. “They’re fine. They’re even better than you are. Let’s go so you can see that for yourself.”

And stop feeling bad for enjoying yourself now. That’s what she wasn’t saying.

And she was right.

Again.

Why was he surprised?

“Okay,” Nino whispered. Alya gave him a small smile and tugged him forward.

Ladybug and Chat Noir, Rena Rouge and Carapace—and even Queen Bee—might be tasked with saving Paris, but it was ordinary people who provided the most comfort in the aftermath. After the heroes had disappeared, after the physical damage was repaired and only the memories remained—that’s when actions like Alya’s mattered the most. That’s when they could be heroes without their masks. And those would be the times everyone would remember.

[orangebunnit]

Djwifi December Day 17: Soft Glances  Life is hard when you’re best friends with the sappiest couple in Paris  @djwifi-december Twitter; orangebunnit | Insta: orange.bunnit

[orangebunnit]

Djwifi December Day 4: Hot Chocolate

Gasp! A wild Coffeeshop au appears!

I had a ton of fun with this. I actually drew this on my phone since I was on a trip bit I think it came out ok :D

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