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Stopping by Hideout on a Snowy Evening

Hey all! I'm back with a one-shot that hits my current trifecta: Loveywalker AU, a December writing challenge organized by @sing-in-me-oh-muse that I'm taking part in, and another installment of Adrien and the Romantics, a collection I'm building up with @uptoolateart.

SUMMARY: In the midst of a frigid akuma attack, Adrien recalls a winter trip he shared with his mother.

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“Adrien-little, you’ve got to come here!”

He wobbled through the ankle-deep snow as fast as his legs were willing to go. He held a thermos of hot cocoa in his hands. Its warmth lent a part of itself to his freezing fingers. He was twelve years old, and he and his maman had come alone to this house in the Highlands. Skaill was not posh enough for Father, and besides, he had conference calls.

“Coming, Maman! Just…let me get through here without tripping! There!” He wedged himself between a snowbank and the stone half-fence surrounding the manor, and reached his mother just as another coughing fit struck. He knew she should be at the hotel beside a fire in the lobby, but she was so determined they make this field trip.

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Ladynoir July day 1 - Patrol/First impressions

At least I posted it in the same month, you guys have to give me credit for that

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Marinette considered for a moment other teenagers' lives. Some had to do extra classes, practice playing on instruments, or spend hours honing their skills as athletes. Some delivered newspapers or leaflets, helped their parents around the house or had to babysit to earn extra allowance.

She has just became a superheroine, and had entire Paris to protect.

From her rooftop balcony, Marinette took a good, long look at the city underneath her, drowned in warm, orange lights, and as her eyes moved through the never-ending sight, she thanked the fact that she was clutching the railings, since otherwise she might have collapsed. Slowly, the realisation sank deep inside her, causing waves of cold and warmth to radiate throughout her body. Never in her life has she realised how big Paris really was, but suddenly, the sheer scale of her job revealed itself to her.

- Marinette?

The tiny, sweet voice of her Kwami brought Marinette back to her senses. She smiled, hoping her quickened breath hasn't left that much impact on her facial expression and gently patted Tikki on her head. She still wasn't entirely used to her, but she assumed to treat her like any other pet that might have wandered to her flat. Except this one could fly. And talk. And grant her magical powers.

- Is something wrong, Marinette? - she repeated her question. - Wrong? No, not at all, Tikki! - Marinette flustered - Why would it be?

Tikki tilted her head, trying to see the entirety of Marinette's face, twisted in a would-be-cheerful grimace.

- I don't think lying suits you, Marinette. And it doesn't suit Ladybug either. - she giggled.

Gripping the rails again, Marinette exhaled the air she's been holding ever since Tikki appeared around her and let the Kwami sit on her shoulder.

- Tikki, it's so... overwhelming. I've got entire city to protect. - she poke - That Akuma today was... monstrous. What if it happens again? What if it is happening now? What if it happens when I'm asleep?! - Marinette shouted, and only when she saw the terrified expression of her Kwami she was clutching tightly right in front of her face, she stopped, and let go the only living being she was able to confess to.

- Marinette, you forgot! You are not alone in your fight! - Tikki continued her explanation in her sing-song voice, brushing off the fact that she has been almost squished by the owner of her Miraculous. After all, she tried killing her once that day already - You have a partner! - How do I even know if he'll be there when he's needed? - Marinette groaned. - He's a cat, don't you know they walk their own ways? Especially at night? - I'm sure Chat Noir will be there if you call him! - Tikki flew around her head - Plagg might have certain feline traits, but he's still as honourable as any other Kwami and knows his duties!

- So, are you saying these are like movies... Except you can decide what happens in them?

Plagg stared mesmerised at the huge, flat screen, watching the race car take a narrow turn with a single press of a button on the controler he was happily dancing on.

- This is amazing! You know, my previous holder loved sneaking in to watch movies, but they had way less colours than they do now!

The Kwami was about to see if he could lift the entire controller to reach for the triggers, but before he could do it, Adrien's hand grabbed him, taking the wonders of modern technology away from him.

- Plagg, focus! Why would you spend time playing silly games, when we can go and roam the whole city! - he cheered - In fact, I think we should do it, don't you agree? - Well... - Plagg took a longing stare at the screen and a plate of snacks on the table - I guess we could see if there aren't any more Akumas to fight... But I think we should stock on supplies first, what do you say? - I say "Claws out"!

Plagg sighed, before he felt his body stretched out into the Miraculous, transforming Adrien into Chat Noir. Eager to try more of his powers, he leaped into the open window, balanced on the edge, and already feeling the rush of air on his face, took the aim at the nearest rooftop and jumped.

Soaring through the air was a wonderful, exhilarating feeling, interrupted by just one tiny thing.

His baton was vibrating.

And with that sudden realisation, Adrien almost plummeted into the wall of the very same building he wanted to land on, and thinking quickly he managed to grab the sill of a window he almost crashed into.

His staff was still vibrating.

- Plagg? Is that you?

With his only free hand, he reached to his belt to see why would his weapon behave like this. The odd jittering continued, and only when Adrien gave it a quick wave, the baton opened, revealing a bright, slightly confused face of Ladybug.

- Oh, it does work! This is amazing! - she cheered - Chat, are you... What are you doing?   - Hanging there, for the time being. - Adrien replied, sending her a cocky smile. - I don't remember giving you my number, but I'm so glad you found it.

Marinette rolled her eyes.

- Listen, Chat, I've been thinking... Well, with my Kwami that is... - she ignored his spontaneous, horrible attempt at courtesy - And we should be out there. Patrolling, you know. Checking if something hasn't come up.   - Way ahead of you, Ladybug! I'm already on the streets. Well, above. - Adrien spoke into his baton, looking down at the cars rushing just a few meters underneath his feet. - How about we meet at the Arc de Triomphe in... ten minutes? - Great idea! - Ladybug replied - If you can get there in ten minutes. - she raised her brow, returning the grin he sent her. - Do you propose a race, my lady? - That's one way of putting it. But you can only ran alongside the streets, we need to see what happens on them.

And with those words, her face disappeared from Adrien's baton, as it returned to its normal form, as far as magical batons are concerned.

- Well, I guess the patrol has just begun.

Adrien let his fingers slip just when a cab was passing underneath it, giving him an almost perfect place to land. Ignoring the furious honking of the drivers behind, Adrien kept eyes on the blurry road signs around him, watching which car he should hop onto next.

After all, last thing he wanted was to be late for a date.

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My Girlfriend’s Girlfriends (1/2)

 Adrien, being both a model and his father’s son, knew media was always posting stories about him. Tabloids came up with the wildest tales about his life that were far from the truth (he laughed at one claiming he was Chat Noir. They’re argument hadn’t been nearly ). So when he saw Marinette’s name in full one of the covers he was absolutely livid.

They had been dating for at least six months and their anniversary was coming up. He got some tips from her mother and best friend about what would really surprise her (his heart fluttered at the thought that he could surprise his Lady). And so he began his journey to the streets to see what he could find, cowboy hat and large shades. He hoped that this helped hide his identity as he wrapped her scarf around his neck to cover his face.  

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