The old class gathered around the TV at Alya's new apartment. It was Christmas time and they were all eager to watch 'Jagged Stone's Charity Extravaganza!!!' To their surprise, it wasn't hosted in Paris this year; it was hosted in Gotham. It was rumored that Bruce Wayne and his family and co-founded the event.
The class cheered loudly as Jagged Stone and Bruce Wayne walked out on stage.
"Welcome to our Holiday Extravaganza!" Jagged Stone cried out, "Any donations today will be sent to orphanages. Thank you to everyone who brought clothes and toys to the boxes in the front."
"Thank you, all, for attending or streaming this charity event." Bruce continued, "To those of you confused streamers, anyone who was able to purchase a ticket, we let them know there would be donation boxes if they would like to contribute that way, instead of with money."
"That's such a good idea!" Nino commented.
"I thought of it." Lila immediately, declared, "I just thought that some teens could donate their old shirts or toys they don't play with anymore."
"That's such a good idea!" Mylene cried out, "We could do that around gardens. People could throw their banana peels, egg shells, all their composite waste and it could be used as fertilizer to help the gardens!"
"I'm glad I could help." Lila smiled, tightly.
'The only thing that would end up in there is trash.'
"To kick start off the event, " Bruce began, and on cue a spotlight shown on a giant wrapped present.
The number immediatley began to flicker until it reached $2 million.
"The Wayne family donation!" Bruce announced.
Everyone began to cheer.
"How generous!" Jagged smiled, clapping him on the back, "Now, I do want to let everyone know that there is a lottery, no matter how big of a donation, or small. Anyone in the world can donate! The prize is a custom design, of our choice, from my personal designer. The winner and my deisgner, will be filmed on the design and the progress. The reveal itself will be an exclusive on DVD."
They watched as the donations began to roll in.
"We should all donate $20, as a chance to win." Alya suggested.
"Well, I already know Jagged and the designer, so that feels like cheating." Lila spoke up, "I handed him money, in person, the last time I saw him. He said he would add it to his own donation."
"How generous of you, Lila." Kim smiled.
They quickly found out that the Extravaganza was more like a Battle of the Bands. Many bands, some local, and not were performing Christmas and holiday songs. Even Kitty Section was performing to their surprise.
"I can’t believe they're there!" Nino whined.
"Ivan said he had a big event and I couldn't go, but I didn't know it was this." Mylene said in awe.
"I put in a good word for them." Lila declared.
She smiled and turned to Adrien, for approval, but saw him shake his head instead.
'How did I fuck that up? Does he know Jagged Stone? As long as he doesn’t say anything, I'm fine.'
Jagged came back onstage and announced, "My designer is gonna be on film anyways, so I asked her to perform, as well. She has been my designer since she was thirteen. I had her make me an accessory and I loved her creativity, so much, she went on to deisgn covers and my rockin clothes."
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Adrien sit up.
'Does he know the deisgner?'
"Welcome my amazing designer!" he cried out.
"Adopted!" a voice called out.
"Adopted niece." he stated, rolling his eyes, "Amazing designer, MDC, or as you Gothamites may know her as……..Marinette Wayne!"
Their jaws dropped as Marinette walked out on stage in an elegant dress, with her hair in curls.
"Is that Mari? Like our Mari?"
"She looks the same."
"She's taller."
"Her hair grew out."
"Not the only thing that grew. Ow."
"Shut up, Kim."
"No, he is not actually my uncle." She declared, after hugging the rock star on stage, "I designed his Eiffel Tower sunglasses. His next big ask was his Rock Giant album cover, with the scratch and sniff sticker."
"That was all your genius." Jagged announced, "It was so amazing, we had a contract drawn up that day for her to be my personal designer."
"Besides, it would be too weird if I was your actual niece, since I dated Luka." she stated.
Luka just smiled and waved.
"Wait, Luka and Juleka are twins."
"So, he's Jagged Stone's daughter!"
"Do you think she could get me his autograph?"
Lila could feel the room tilt and her vision begin to tunnel. She glanced over at Adrien, who was smiling.
"Wait, Wayne? Marinette's married?"
"She said she knew Jagged Stone when she was thirteen."
"Do you think Luka introduced them?"
"He was still in love with her for a long time."
"I will be singing with my husband, Damian Wayne, while he plays violin." Mari announced.
A man walked out, who they couldn only assume was her husband. They could see him glare at Luka. Luka simply blew him a kiss.
"We'll be performing a classic: 'You're a Mean Once, Mr. Grinch' with back up on instruments." she continued.
Jagged gave her a quick hug and patted Damian on the shoulder.
"Can Marinette even sing?"
"I don't know?"
"How can you not know?"
"Yeah, you were so close before!"
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch
You really are a heel
You're as cuddly as a cactus
As charming as an eel
Mr. Grinch
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel
"She's amazing!"
"I didn't know she could sing! Did you?"
"No. She could have joined Kitty Section!"
"They're a rock band."
Lila sat rooted to the couch, frozen and panicking.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch
Your heart's an empty hole
Your brain is full of spiders
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Grinch
"Her husband is amazing!"
"He's so fast."
"And accurate."
"Graceful, the complete opposite of her."
"Do you think that's why she and Luka didn't work out?"
You're a vile one, Mr. Grinch (Mr. Grinch)
You have termites in your smile
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile
Mr. Grinch
Now given the choice between the two of you, I'd take the
Seasick crocodile
Seasick crocodile
"Oh my god, she can really sing!"
"Look, it's Fang!"
"Awww, she said crocodile and Jagged's croc she called for him."
"I don’t know how she isn't scared of it!"
"He's acting like a big puppy with her!"
Lila sprang to her feet.
"Lila?" spoke up Alix.
The words that best describe you are
Lila ran to the bathroom and they could all hear her throw up.
Stink, stank, stunk
Alya and Mylene rushed after her
No, no, no
"Are you okay, Lila?" Mylene asked.
"Were you already feeling like this?" Alya questioned, "You didn't have to force yourself to come. I tried to make sure to avoid the foods you can’t eat."
Stink, stank, stunk
"Do you need a ride home?" Mylene asked.
"I don't want to ruin your party." Lila groaned.
"I can give ou a ride and come back." Mylene declared.
Oh-oh, Mr. Grinch
"That's fine." Alya smiled, "We planned for a long night anyways and the concerts not even half way over."
Mr. Grinch
Lila simply nodded.
Alya came back to the living room to see that Marinette's song was already over. She was giving belly rubs to Fang.
"I'd like to thank everyone for watching and donating." Marinette smiled, "I will personally be donating $1 million, from my business, to the charity."
"Thank you, my dear." Jagged declared.
"I do want to let the audience know that the Wayne family are banned from participating in the prize, so even with their large donation, they still have to pay if they want clothes from her."
Jagged laughed as Damian and Marinette walked off stage, with Fang trailing after them.
"Yes!" Kim shouted, "No favortism!"
Alya turned at the sound of the door opening, "You're back already?"
'I didn't know Lila lived so close.'
"Lila had me drop her off at the store for medicane." Mylene responded, " She said her place was close by and didn't want to risk throwing up in the car."
"Then why do you look like someone announced they were going to tear down the park?" Alix questioned.
"I-I think she lied." Mylene mumbled.
"Huh?" Kim asked.
"Lila." Mylene spoke.
"Lied about what?" Nino asked, "We all heard her vomit."
"Everything!" Mylene shouted, surprising them, "I waited in the car, in case if she changed her mind and wanted a ride. She went in and came out, almost immediately, and got in another car."
"Maybe she called her boyfriend?" Alya suggested, "It sounds like she was being considerate to not throw up in your car."
"And Marinette?" Mylene pushed.
"Huh?" Kim spoke, "The song it over. It was short. It was over by the time you left."
"No!" Mylene declared, "Lila said she knew the designer and was close friends with her; that they were like sisters!"
"I-I fight with my sisters." Alya spoke up, confused, "I got the apartment so we weren't so confined."
"We all knew Mari." Mylene continued to argue, "She said Lila lied about knowing Jagged and she would have known, since she was designing for him."
"She didn't know about Luka or Juleka." Alix remarked.
"Yeah, but that's cause Luka didn't know until later." Kim spoke up.
"What?" Nino asked.
"Anarchy never told Luka or Juleka, who their dad was." Adrien spoke up, "He found out the same night that Mari broke up with him. He said 'One door closes, another opens'."
"Well, it’s not like we knew she designed for him." Nino tried to argue back.
"Yes, we did." the model countered, "She designed his glasses when we worked at Chloe's hotle for the day. She was his gopher. He's been to the bakery, loads of times, and even did a TV special there. I had her autograph his new cd covers, when they came out. I didn’t know where she moved or I would have gone and asked her to sign the rest."
"You're agreeing, with her?" Alix asked, "You're saying you think Lila lied to us about knowing Jagged Stone?"
Adrien simply nodded.
"Why?" demanded the hostess.
"Cause she panicked." he answered.
"What?" asked Nino.
"You didn't see her face or how she tensed up when Marinette came on stage?" Adrien asked, "Lila never once mentioned Mari or her "fashion designer friend" once she was on stage. Last week, she said that she 'hoped Mari would find love and peace in her life. That she would 'pray for her soul so she would never bully anyone ever again'."
"She did?" Max questioned.
"Alya told Lila she 'hoped Mari got help with her anger issues'." Adrien countered.
Alya suddenly felt sick to her stomach.
"We could always call Juleka or Luka, anyone from Kitty Section, really, and ask Jagged Stone directly." Adrien declared, "You kno, if you don't believe me."
"But, if she lied about Jagged Stone and MDC, I mean Marinette, what else did she lie about?" Kim asked the hard question.
Max sighed, "She claimed they were like 'sisters', but she told us that Marinette bullied and hated her."
"We told Marinette she was a hurtful person." Mylene sniffed, "That being around her was painful."
Alya took a look around the room. Some of them were fixated on the stream, others were staring at their laps. She realized Adrien had known Lila was lying about Mari, at the very least. She recalled he tried to tell her and Nino, but they hadn't believed him. She took out her phone and immediately blocked Lila's number. Nino watched as she hovered over the button, before pressing it. He realized how far they had fallen and did the same. He sent out a text to the others that he and Alya had blocked Lila's number.
The others slowly lifted up their heads and stared at Alya. She had been Lila's biggest supporter and best friend, but they could only see the tear streaks on her face now. One by one, they followed suit an blocked someone they had trusted. They watched as Alya stared at her phone before typing something. On the screen appeared a new donation: it read-$20 from 'Sorry, Marinette. From Paris.'
"I hope she sees it." Nino whispered.
Alya took a deep breath, "Let's continue the concert. I'm not going to let her ruin the night. We also have to cheer on our friends."
Everyone nodded and put their phones away, before turning back to the screen.
Lila stared at her phone: Message Not Sent. She tried to apologize about the vomit, but her texts weren't going through. She tried over and over. Then she tried other people from the party; the answer was always the same.
Lila slammed her phone down and let out a bitter laugh. Marinette finally won; everyone turned against her and Marinette wasn't even there to see it.
'It's not like she will forgive them and be friends with them again. She's married to a rich guy. That bakery girl has the life I was supposed to and I'm stuck in Paris with no Adrien , no rich husband and now, no friends.'
Monster Pin-ups is not something I thought I'd be doing, but as they say, these things do happen.
If you asked me my favourite Christmas song, I'd say the You're a Mean One Mr Grinch cover by Sabrina Carpenter or Carol of Bells, depending on how refined I want to appear. Both are equally true.
Scaramouche has had enough! He was determined to get your attention. Get your attention back to where it belongs, him and him only and instead of everyone else at this godforsaken Christmas party!
You’ve been avoiding him all day because you both had a small argument about Christmas decorations and he was over it! He wanted your attention back and was determined to get it.
Though his head was spinning and the eggnog in his mouth tasted a bit more bitter than he remembers it tasting, he still dragged his legs into the kitchen where you're cleaning, wanting nothing more than your touch right now.
Mostly everyone had made their way out, you stuck behind because you were helping a friend clean. You didn’t really expect Scaramouche to stay behind and wait since he seemed annoyed after you both argued earlier.
You heard the kitchen door slide open, not bothering to turn to see who had entered as you were too focused on the task at hand. Cleaning up the kitchen.
You felt someone pull on your shirt with force, making you take a few steps back from the kitchen sink.
“Hey what the!”
Just as you were about to slap the person's hands away you felt the same pair of hands pull you close to their chest.
You didn’t need to turn around to know who it was now as the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne flooded your senses, making you let out a sigh of relief, thankful some random person wasn’t grabbing at you.
You turn to look at him, confused by his sudden display of affection. His eyes looked anywhere but yours. His cheeks and ears seemed to be more flushed as he pulled you closer to him.
“You’re warm.” Scaramouche whispers, resting his head on your shoulder making your body freeze.
Now you were really confused because he was acting like you both didn’t just argue before arriving at the party. Yes, the argument may have been small and meaningless but you would be lying if you said your feelings weren’t hurt a bit.
Christmas is your all time favorite holiday and decorating for it is something you very much look forward to doing. So, when you took out the decorations and started to put them up, Scaramouche had just come home in a particularly snappy mood because of something that occurred at work. When he walked in and saw your decorations he grew more annoyed for no reason. You were unaware of his mood and asked if he’d like to join and he said no, called your decorations stupid and said it was meaningless to do so since he’ll just take them down because the he sees no point in celebrating the “dumb holiday” making you feel slightly embarrassed for even trying to decorate in the beginning.
You are aware of the moods he can get in, but what he said hurt your feelings a bit. He ended up arriving at the party earlier than you since it led to a small argument and him leaving your shared apartment. Before you made your way out you ended up taking down the little decorations you did manage to get up, feeling stupid for even trying and pushing it onto him when he didn’t want to do it in the first place.
The way he was acting right now was making you confused since he’s not one to give in, also Scara isn’t one to get touchy feely in public and though there wasn’t anyone around it still confused you as to why he was acting like this.
Just as you were about to question him you hear a familiar annoying laugh come from behind you as the kitchen door slides open once again.
“Oh gosh what’s this? Is he actually showing affection to you? Hahah *burp* I think he had too much eggnog.” Childe slurs, as he throws himself on nearby the counter to keep himself up.
“Eggnog? How would eggnog get him like this?” You question, confused as to why he was this tipsy off some eggnog.
“Well because this bowl over here,” Childe stumbles to the kitchen table and leans over, turning and sending you a smile. “Is my ‘homemade’ eggnog. Family recipe actually helps keep us adults warm during the freezing holidays up in Snezhnaya if you know what I mean.” Childe raises his eyebrows at you and you feel a pair of hands grab on to your waist, pulling you back a bit.
“Shut up Childe. Leave us alone. I want y/n all to myself.” Scara defensibly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest sending a cold glare at Childe.
“Woah woah there,” Childe’s hands go up in defense. “They’re all yours buddy just giving them a heads up.” He sends a wink your way as he makes his way to the kitchen door, giving you a knowing look before slipping out.
“Scaramoche?” you gently tap on his hand, earning a small hum as he kisses your shoulder making you clear your throat.
Thankfully no one else was in the kitchen and the party you both were currently at had ended not too long ago.
“Scaramouche. How much did you have to drink?” You ask, patting again to get his attention, only to feel his arms wrap around your waist tighter.
“You’ve been here all night, time for you to come with me. Let's go home, I've missed you.” He closes his eyes, you didn’t use the nickname you always called him which got him more annoyed. His body was slightly swaying side to side as his hand moved to your waist, moving you along with him.
“I have to finish cleaning.” You turn away from him, you were still slightly upset with the way he acted earlier.
“You’re no fair you know?” His movements stop as he lifts his head up slowly.
In an instant he has you turned around, making you let out a small surprised yelp earning a shit eating smirk from him right after.
“Scaramoche! Im serious, just how much did you drink?” You ask, hands planted on his chest to steady yourself.
“Not much,” he rolled his eyes. “This is nothing, besides I’m here to get you because you owe me!” He states, eyes narrowing at you.
“What? Just what exactly do I owe you? You’re the one that decided to tag along.” You ask, giving him a questioning look, confused as to why he even wanted your attention, wasn’t he still upset too?
His hands gently grab yours, lifting them to cup his face, his eyes closing as he lets out a content hum at the feeling of your touch.
Seeing him vulnerable like this made your heart flutter, his touch was making your skin burn by how gentle he was being. Was it the alcohol speaking though? He probably doesn’t even remember the meaningless flight we had earlier. You think to yourself as you gently pat his face, small smile fading as you remember the dumb argument.
“I have to get back to cleaning. I'm almost done. We’ll head home in just a bit ok.” You send him a smile, gently pulling your hand back and turning around
“Now, if you’ll excuse me I need to get back to cleaning…. hEY-“
Your body only turned halfway before he quickly took hold of your wrist, pulling you back. Pushing you until your back made contact with the counter, his arms caging you in leaving you no room for escaping.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He questions, face mere inches from yours.
The sweet smell of eggnog and bitter notes of alcohol filled your scenes as he leaned closer.
“You owe me something, you know that right?” He whisper’s, making you nervously gulp.
“Come on now,” his hand makes its way to the side of your face as he gently took hold, his thumb swiping your lower lip as he licked his own. His pupils blown wide as he looks at your lips.
“What’s gotten into you?.” You question, hand coming to rest on his forehead checking for any signs of fever making him roll his eyes.
“You won’t give me your attention.” He states flatly, eyes longingly staring at you.
“You’re not mad anymore?” You ask, confused because he never gives in or asks for your touch like this.
“You were mad earlier, I thought maybe you were still annoyed with me.” You admit, pouting a bit, making his breath hitch.
He had forgotten about your small argument and truth be told he wasn’t even mad at you in the first place, well he was annoyed at how you “avoided” him but he had forgotten he had stormed out and left you alone before the party. So now seeing your furrowed brows and sad eyes, he feels slightly bad for how he reacted earlier.
“You weren’t giving me attention, you haven’t kissed me all day.” He admits, feeling bad as he remembers how he blew up on you for no reason.
“Why do you want my kisses? I thought you were annoyed with me.” You ask, feeling bad for keeping distance during the party now, seeing how Childe had made him drink when he probably didn’t want to.
“But it’s tradition isn’t it?” He questions you, corner of his mouth turning up as your eyebrows furrow together, confused as to what he was implying.
His index finger tilts your chin up as he looks up at the ceiling along with you and in all its glory hangs a mistletoe.
You felt his breath tickle your face as he let out a chuckle, “You can’t say no to tradition now can you?” He asks, knowing full well you're a sucker for anything holiday related. He remembers how you were excited to decorate earlier and he knows how much you love simple decorations like this.
“Well maybe I can,” you look away from him feeling embarrassed, “I ended up taking down the decorations.” You admit, making his heart sink a bit at your sad expression. “I didn’t realize I overdid it with the decorations a bit I’m-“
His lips crash onto yours shutting you up because gosh he couldn’t take it anymore. He didn’t realize that what he said bothered you so much for you to keep thinking about it, he knew you were about to apologize for absolutely nothing so he decided to shut you up with a kiss he’s been desperately wanting this whole night before you were able to get it out.
“You don’t know,” He hums, deepening the kiss as both his hands gently cup your face. “You don’t know how much I wanted this.” He speaks between kisses making your stomach erupt with butterflies because goodness sakes he doesn’t know what he does to your poor heart.
A small mewl escapes your lips and into the kiss making him smile, hand traveling down to your waist to pull you closer. You now tasted the egg nog you had smelled coming from him earlier, it tasted sweeter than you thought it would.
“Don’t deprive me from this ever again.” He suddenly stops, pulling away his eyes much softer and features less tense than earlier.
“I’m sorry I was being rude earlier. I didn’t mean to blow up on you and call your decorations stupid. I’ll help you put the decorations back up when we get home.” He smiles, one that makes your face feel warm because the look he was giving you was too tender for your heart to handle.
“You mean it! You promise it’s not stupid? We actually don’t have to, you know? I did go a bit overboard. I know it was a bit much but I just wanted to decorate with you.” You admit, eyes looking away from his feeling slightly embarrassed for the way you acted.
“Hey, it’s not your fault, ok I wasn’t mad at you to begin with. Well ok yeah I was annoyed because you were depriving me from your kisses but now,” he leans in once again, smiling wide as he tucks your hair behind your ear. “Now your attention is all mine once again so I couldn’t be any happier you see.” He smiles, planting two kisses on the corners of your mouth then a gentle one on your lips. “Now, let’s go home and decorate, yeah? Let's leave this lame Christmas party already and have our own back at home.” He nods his head, smile widening when you excitedly nod yours back. “I like that idea.” You laugh, and he gently pinches your cheeks, planting one last kiss on your nose before lacing your fingers together. His mood now lifted as he feels you give his hand a squeeze. Maybe now his mood about Christmas won't be so bitter anymore.
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authors note: hello lovlies!!! posting early today what?!? well it’s not necessarily early but it’s a day earlier than when I regularly post hehehe. and look it’s a fluff one shot!! finally omg I was like I need to at least give the people a break with angst for once, at least once lol so here is this fluff hurt/comfort scara fic woooo!! wrote for him to celebrate him finally being playable after two years and bc he came home ꒰´꒳`∗꒱. ALSO OHMY- it’s two weeks to Christmas already what?!?! remember to stay safe, stay warm I’m very thankful for each and everyone of you and I want you to know I’m happy that you’re here! :D stay safe everyone please, I do hope you all enjoy ^~^<333
