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Crackmas Day 2: Kwami Swap

Laaaaate, but here it is! Enjoy some LB!Nino, and hopefully I can get caught up over the next couple days.

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Day 2: Kwami Swap

While akuma attacks were never what Ladybug and Chat Noir would consider “convenient,” they still usually managed to escape whatever obligations that bound them in order to perform their hero duties. Or rather, that was the case most of the time, but given the frequency with which akumas popped up and the intricacies of being a human teenager, there was bound to be a time when an inescapable event arose that would prevent one of our heroes from making an appearance.

Today, as it turned out, was that very day, and it all began when Marinette woke up with severe pain in her right side…

“Tom, we have to take her to the emergency room,” Sabine was saying as she pressed a hand over Marinette’s forehead. The ailing girl in question sat on the steps in her pajamas, doubled over in pain with a grimace.

“Okay, you go, and I’ll handle the customers and close down then be there as soon as I can,” Tom said with a nod, stooping down to kiss her on the cheek. He cast Marinette a worried glance, brushing her cheek with his finger gently. “Hang in there, sweetie.”

“I’ll call a cab. I don’t think you can handle the metro,” Sabine said with a sigh, pulling her phone from her pocket and dialing a cab service. Marinette whimpered in pain, so Sabine sat beside her and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s gonna be alright.”

One trip to the emergency room later, and Marinette found herself in a thin hospital gown on her way to the OR. Turns out even superheroes could suffer a ruptured appendix, though akumas were the furthest thing from her mind as the anesthesiologist injected her with the most delightfully pain-numbing substance she’d ever received, and before Marinette could count back to 97, her world went black.

Meanwhile, her friends and adoring teen-model boyfriend weren’t surprised in the least bit when Marinette wasn’t present for home room as she was notorious for oversleeping, and they had no reason to suspect anything different on that day. Marinette was Marinette, and it was likely that she’d turn up eventually, sneaking in with only half of her hair combed or breakfast crumbs still stuck to the corners of her mouth from where she inhaled her croissant on the way up the stairs to the classroom.

Adrien did raise a brow when an akuma alert when off during Mlle. Bustier’s lecture, and his partner remained nowhere in sight. It wasn’t like her to be this late, but he trusted that she’d show up in time. She never missed an akuma battle.

“Go, we’ll cover you,” Alya grunted under her breath, and Adrien nodded.

In a few short minutes, Chat Noir arrived at the scene, flipping up his phone to call Ladybug, but it didn’t go through, a telltale sign that she wasn’t Ladybug right now. Pursing his lips, he slid the phone shut with a snap and extended his staff in a preparatory stance. Looks like he was going to have to stall until she got there.

“I am Janitor, and I’m going to rid Paris of its pests once and for all!” The villain declared.

“Yikes, if I were you, I’d throw that job in the garbage,” Chat shot back with a teasing lilt.

Stalling proved to be a little harder than he thought, and he soon found himself tangled in a toilet-paper web until a familiar yellow and black striped spin top sliced through the wrapping, and he wiggled free.

“Thanks,” Chat breathed a sigh of relief as Rena Rouge helped him up, and Queen Bee fastened her trompo back to her waist.

“Where is Ladybug?” Bee asked with a grunt. “It’s not like her to be this late.”

“Yeah, we weren’t gonna get involved, but you clearly needed help,” Rena said.

“Don’t know. She’s not answering, and I’m starting to get a little worried,” Chat replied with a wince.

“Alright, I’m on it, you two deal with that guy.” Rena pointed to Janitor and began dialing on her flute-phone.

“Ah, Queen Bee! Good thing I brought my insect repellant!”

While they handled that, Rena tapped her fingers on her side impatiently as the phone rang. If he didn’t answer, she was going to confiscate his headphones for a month.

“Hello?”

“Nino! We need you to find Marinette and get her butt out here,” Rena hissed into the phone while Chat Noir and Queen Bee gave this villain the run around.

“Okay, I’m on it!” Nino said, hanging up and grabbing his hat from his desk.

The bakery was only a couple blocks from his house, and he hit the ground running as he started up the street. Fortunately, due to the akuma attack, most people were indoors, leaving the streets relatively empty, and within minutes, Nino rounded the corner to the bakery only to find a big white sign in the door.

“Family emergency. Gone to the hospital. Will resume normal business hours after noon,” Nino read, leaning his head back with a groan before dashing off again.

He really needed to exercise more, and as he crossed a deserted intersection, he really wished he’d brought his bike. Still, he slowed only briefly to catch his breath before continuing on toward the glass building a few blocks ahead.

“I need…talk…Dupain-Cheng…please,” He panted when he arrived at the receptionist’s counter.

“Are you okay, sir?” The woman cocked a brow while he rested his hands on his knees and wheezed.

“Running…can’t…breathe…need to see…Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

“O-kay, well, she just got out of surgery a little while ago, so you can go on up to see her in room 1127,” She read off the screen, and Nino clutched his side, offering a tiny wave as he stumbled over to the elevator.

“Oh! Hi, Nino,” Mrs. Cheng greeted when the doors opened. “Are you here to see Marinette?”

“Yeah.” He nodded.

“That’s so sweet of you. I’ve got to step out for a minute, but Tom is there. Down the hall to the left.” She pointed, and Nino set off before she could finish. “I warn you, she’s pretty drugged up!”

“Ah, Nino!” Mr. Dupain’s eyebrows raised when he entered, and Nino glanced at Marinette lying in the bed with droopy eyes. “What brings you by?”

“I, uh, saw your sign at the bakery, and I…was worried, so I came,” He lied, glancing between the two as Marinette offered him a half-hearted wave.

“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about now. Just her appendix, and it’s all taken care of now. She’ll be back to normal in a few days.” They didn’t have a few days. Paris needed Ladybug now.

“Uh, do you need to get back to the bakery? I can sit with her until Mrs. Cheng gets back,” Nino offered, phone buzzing in his pocket as if to remind him of the urgency of the situation.

“That’s very sweet of you, Nino. She’s just gone to the pharmacy to pick up some pain killers for Marinette and should be right back,” Tom said, patting his shoulder appreciatively.

“Uh, no problem, dude.” He finger-gunned as Tom shifted passed him out the door, and as soon as he was out of ear-shot, Nino lunged for the bed. “Mari, please tell me you can transform.”

“Your mom can transform,” She giggled drunkenly, head rolling to one side.

“Marinette, this is serious!” Nino whispered urgently. “There’s an akuma, and they need Ladybug to purify it.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so,” She rolled her eyes and kicked off her sheets. “Let’s go- woo!” Her legs wobbled as she stood up, and Nino caught her before she could hit the floor. “Take me to the akuma!”

“Oh god, you’re high as a kite,” Nino groaned, rolling her back onto the bed and retrieving his phone from his pocket.

“Where are you?” Rena demanded. “Did you find Marinette?”

“Yeah-”

“Well, get her over here!”

“Well-”

“What?” Rena snapped, and Nino heard Chat Noir’s shouts in the background.

“She kind of just had her appendix out, and now she’s drunk off her ass on anesthesia,” Nino said, and as if to prove his point, Marinette spread her arms out with a giggle.

“I didn’t know you could fly,” She slurred.

“What should I do?” He asked, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know, but do something. Fast!” Rena hung up with a click, and Nino stared at the phone in his hand with a panicked wince for a moment before shoving it back in his pocket.

“Mari, I need you to wake up. Paris needs you,” He said, slapping her cheeks gently.

“Paris needs you.” She poked his nose.

“Marinette, we don’t have time for- what are you doing?” He stopped short as she clumsily ripped her earrings out and shoved them into his hands.

“You’re Ladybug,” She said with a thick slur in her tongue.

“No. Not funny. Put these back on.” Nino shook his head, but Marinette let out a whine when he attempted to push them back into her ears. “I can’t be Ladybug!”

“Why? You’d make a great Ladybug!” She spread her arms out for emphasis.

“You think so?” He smiled, tapping his chin in thought. “No! No, you are drunk, and I am not-” He stopped short, glancing down at the earrings in his hand. “Well, Paris does need Ladybug, and you’re in no condition to fight…”

“Can we go ice skating?” She asked, and Nino slipped on the earrings.

“No, it’s June, but I’m gonna go fix this since you are so incapacitated, and when I get back, you’re taking these things back,” He said seriously.

“Okay.” Marinette nodded before bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Stay in bed, don’t stick a fork in an outlet, and…gah, just- Stay!” He pointed before rushing out of the room.

“Do you really think you can do this?” Tikki asked, peeking out from under his hat as he burst through the door to the stairs.

“I have no idea, but I know she can’t do it, so someone has to,” Nino said with a twinge of uncertainty. “I have to try.”

“That’s very heroic of you, Nino,” Tikki complimented.

“So, how does this work?” He asked, ducking between parked cars in the lot.

“You say ‘Spots on!’ to transform, and your superpower is lucky charm, but once you use it, you’ll only have five minutes before you change back to normal.”

“Okay. Got it.” Nino nodded. “Tikki, spots on!”

In a flash, Nino’s whole world lit up, and he felt a rush of new energy as he took in his new get-up. He stared at his reflection in the car window, tilting his head to get a full view of the mask covering his eyes. His glasses had disappeared, yet somehow his vision was better than it usually was with them on. This was certainly the trippiest thing he’d ever done, but he didn’t have time to admire himself.

“Alright, it’s just a yoyo, how hard can it be?” He wondered aloud, linking his finger through the loop and tossing it across the town. “Whoa, this thing really does go on forever.”

He felt the end tighten as it hooked around a chimney several kilometers away, and Nino tugged the slack, instantly finding himself flying across town at full speed. His cries echoed between buildings as he shot passed, eventually colliding with the very chimney the yoyo was looped around. Marinette made that seem a lot easier than it was, and Nino picked himself up, rubbing his nose sorely.

The bulk of the action, last time he checked, was near the Louvre, which he could just see from where he was. One toss of his yoyo, and he’d be there. This time, he braced himself for the rush that followed, finding it not so bad the second time, but he still landed rather ungracefully on the sidewalk, flipping over his feet and landing face-down as his yoyo came whizzing back.

“Oh, thank god you’re- What the hell are you doing?” Rena cocked a brow, extending a hand to help him up.

“I told you. She just had her appendix taken out, and someone has to purify the akuma,” He said pointedly, and Rena slapped her forehead with her palm, sighing in exasperation.

“Okay, whatever, let’s just get this over with fast. We’ve been stalling for like an hour,” She hissed, grabbing his wrist and tugging him along.

“Um, where the heck is Ladybug?” Queen Bee scoffed when they approached, cocking a hip to one side.

“In the hospital,” Rena answered, and Chat’s ears perked up.

“What?”

“She’s fine, bro. Her appendix ruptured, and she’s in recovery doped up on painkillers,” Nino waved it away, but Chat still wore a pout.

“Let’s get this over with quick, and we can all go visit her,” Rena said, twirling her flute around. “Summon your lucky charm, and let’s get this guy.”

“Right,” Nino nodded, palming the yoyo purposefully before stopping short and glancing between his comrades nervously. “Do I have to do the pose?”

They all stared at him with unamused frowns before Queen Bee finally stepped forward. “That’s it. Give me the earrings. I’ll be Ladybug.”

“No! She picked me, so I’ll do it. Just…don’t watch,” He grumbled, ensuring that they were all faced away before he tossed the yoyo into the air. “Lucky charm!”

Nino watched with eager anticipation as an object manifested in the air above him, but his face quickly fell when a banana landed in his hands. He stared at it for a moment as if to confirm that Tikki had actually given him a banana to solve this situation, and once he had affirmed that, yes, she had indeed done that, he pursed his lips grumpily.

“Queen Bee, I take it back, you can be Ladybug,” He said, and she perked up excitedly only to be shot down again by Chat Noir.

“No way. Ladybug comes up with solutions all the time with way weirder stuff, so just look around and maybe you’ll figure it out,” He ordered before leaping off to join Rena fighting off Janitor’s cleaning supplies.

Nino glanced between the object and the akuma with a pensive frown. How did Marinette do this all the time? How was he supposed to stop a villain with a banana? When this was all over, he was going to have a stern talking to with Tikki, but right now, he needed to figure something out.

“Uh, hey, Janitor! Need some…potassium?” His voice rose an octave in uncertainty at the end, and the villain spared him a look for two seconds before turning back to the others.

“That’s your plan?” Bee scoffed mockingly, and Nino felt his cheeks flush.

“It’s a banana! What am I supposed to do with it? I don’t see you guys coming up with any ideas!” He shot back, and Chat Noir’s staff began to ring.

“Hello?” Chat answered, leaping out of the fray. “Aww, Bugaboo, are you okay? I heard you’re in the hospital. Wait, what?” He pressed a finger over his ear to drown out the noise then shot a glance at Nino. “She wants to talk to you.”

Nino took the staff and pressed the phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Throw the banana peel in front of him,” She instructed, and Nino cocked a brow.

“How do you even-”

“TV,” She cut him off, and he glanced up to see the news station’s helicopter overhead.

“Okay, but this isn’t Mario Kart, M.”

“Throw the banana peel in front of him!” She repeated more emphatically.

“Okay, fine!” He shouted, hanging up and tossing Chat his staff. He supposed he didn’t have much to lose, so without a second thought, he peeled the fruit and tossed the banana peel right in Janitor’s path.

“Seriously? This isn’t Mario Kar-” Rena started, but when Janitor’s foot met the peel, he slipped forward, tossing his mop into the air as he fell backward. “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”

Nino launched forward, catching the mop out of the air and snapping it over his knee, freeing the black butterfly from inside. He smiled triumphantly at it as it fluttered above head before realization hit him.

“Oh shit, I have to capture it,” He gasped, fumbling for his yoyo. “Tikki, activate the purification thingy, uh, the butterfly catching software, shit!”

“Lovebug,” Chat cooed into the phone. “How does he catch the akuma?” He listened for a second, nodding at appropriate intervals before placing a hand over the receiver. “Swipe your finger through the middle.”

Nino cocked a brow, and Chat shrugged in response, so Nino did as instructed. The top half opened to reveal a glowing center, and Nino launched it into the air, snagging the akuma in its wake before the cord snapped back into his hands. Pressing the center spot, the casing opened again to release the purified butterfly back into the air where it fluttered off harmlessly.

“Holy shit, I did it,” He said with a sigh of relief, falling backward onto the pavement and spreading his limbs out. “Oh my god, I never want to do this again.”

“Good job, Beetlebug, now let’s get out of here before we change back, mmkay?” Rena said, lifting him to his feet and wrapping an arm around his waist. “Let’s go visit Mari. She’s on her way home from the hospital.”

“Good, I can give her the earrings back.”

When they arrived at the Dupain-Cheng household, Marinette was curled up comfortably on the couch sipping tea. She glanced up with a hazy smile, accepting a quick kiss from Adrien as the others settled in.

“How ya feeling, Mari?” Alya asked, taking up residence on her other side and rubbing her shoulder.

“A little sore and a lot tired,” She said, taking another sip of tea before leaning forward carefully to set it on the coffee table. “How was the battle?”

“Terrible, I never want to fight another akuma again,” Nino said, holding out his fist to return those cursed earrings to their rightful owner, but Mr. Dupain came through the front door before he could drop them in Marinette’s palm.

“Hey, kids!” He greeted. “How are you doing, sweetie? Need anything?”

“Can you pour me some more tea?” She asked sweetly, and Tom retrieved the pot from the stove and topped her off cheerfully.

“Now, don’t get your hopes up. Marinette had a major surgery and needs to recover. The doctor said no strenuous activity for a week until her incision heals up, so don’t expect her to go anywhere for a while,” Tom said, giving them all stern looks.

“A week?” Nino’s eyebrows raised, and he shot Marinette a disapproving frown.

“Yep. I’ve gotta get back downstairs, but holler if you need anything, okay?”

“Thanks, Papa,” Marinette called as the door shut behind him, and she glanced up at Nino with a mischievous grin. “Looks like you get to be Ladybug for another week, Nino.”

“No. No, I will absolutely not- No!”

“Oh, c’mon, Nino. Haven’t you ever wanted to be a superhero?” Chloe asked, waggling her eyebrows.

“When I was like seven!”

“Livin’ the dream, dude!” Adrien said with a laugh, and Nino face-palmed.

“How can you guys be so supportive of this? Marinette made this decision when she was high on medication!” Nino said with a hint of hysteria.

“Yeah, I’m a genius,” She giggled, leaning against Adrien’s shoulder. “You make a great Ladybug, Nino.”

“I’m not doing it,” He said firmly.

“Dude, c’mon. She had surgery,” Alya said scoldingly.

“Yeah, and we’ll totally help you out,” Chloe offered, and Nino crossed his arms over his chest grumpily.

“Okay, fine,” He grumbled.

“Yay!” His friends cheered in unison as he slipped the earrings back in.

“But I’m not happy about this, and the second the doctor says you’re clear, you’re taking back these earrings.” He gave Marinette a serious look, and she chuckled.

“Yes, sir, Beetlebug.” She saluted.

“Don’t call me that.”

“No, I think it fits,” Adrien insisted with a laugh.

“It does not!” Nino groaned.

“Beetlebug! Beetlebug!”

Nino sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as they continued to chant. He really needed better friends.

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Crackmas || Day 6

Crackmas Day 6 || Akumatized || Marinette gets a little too angry when she's looking at another of Hawkmoth's terrible akuma designs. When she gets akumatized, she sets out to fix some of Hawkmoth's mistakes. Unfortunatly for Chat Noir, his redesign is a bit different than the other's

Rated T || 1,441 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Re-Designer

Marinette grumbled to herself as she clicked through the new pictures Alya had posted on the Ladyblog. The most recent akuma design was, yet again, atrocious. For someone who was able to control water, the akuma’s outfit had been garishly yellow with stripes of bubblegum pink and chartreuse. Marinette could have designed something better in her sleep. In fact, she had come up with a better design the moment she’d heard the akuma’s name and found out their powers.

She was so busy fuming over Hawkmoth’s incapability to consider even the simplest color chart, that she didn’t hear the flapping of wings until Tikki shrieked as a butterfly landed on the pen Marinette was holding. “Re-Designer, I am Hawkmoth. If you agree to…”

“Shut it moth man. I can feel myself getting worse at designing just by hearing your voice.” Marinette felt the akumatization wash over her. “Let’s see what trash color combination you put me in.” She walked over to the mirror and faked a gag. “Really, orange and blue ruffles? I’m personally offended.” Re-Designer pointed her pen, now turned short wand, at her own outfit, changing it to a fitted jacket and a tailored pant that fit impeccably, both in a tasteful dark maroon. One of the lapels of the jacket held a little slot for Re-Designer to put her wand. “Now this is what I call a supervillain’s outfit.” Re-Designer did a little spin for herself in the mirror, ending with a wicked smile at herself. “Now it’s time to fix some mistakes.”

Knowing exactly where to start, Re-Designer made one more minor change to her outfit design. Pressing the small button than was now above the wand slot, a small jetpack formed on Re-Designer’s back before she went up to her balcony and jetted off.

A few minutes later, Re-Designer landed outside the house of the person who had had the worst ever akuma design, Nino Lahiffe, aka The Bubbler. Lucky for her, Nino was currently walking out of the building. “Well, hey there Bubbler.”

Nino spun around from where he’d been locking the door. “Whoa, Marinette, you scared me. Wait, did you just call me Bubbler?” Re-Designer smiled sweetly at the confused boy in front of her. She was so focused on Nino that she didn’t notice Adrien walking down the street towards Nino’s house.

“That I did, Bubbles.” Pulling out her wand from its holder, Re-Designer gently waved it around. “I was just thinking about how terrible your design was when you were The Bubbler so I thought Re-Designer could do a little, well, redesigning.” Re-Designer let a hand fly to her mouth in a signature anime villain cackle as she watched Nino’s eyes widened when it dawned on him that she was akumatized.

Unbeknownst to Re-Designer, Adrien realized she was akumatized the exact same moment Nino did, and immediately dove into the bushes he’d been walking passed. Chat Noir immerged moments later, slowly beginning to make his way around the akumatized girl.

Re-Designer gave her wand a final twirl then pointed it at Nino, directing a bolt of sparkling pink light at him. The glittering wave washed over Nino, leaving him in a dark navy suit with embroidered bubbles in a light blue thread snaking up the side of the suit, from the right hem of his pant leg to the curve of his right shoulder. In his hands was a much sleeker bubble wand in a light blue matching the embroidered bubbles. “Um, Mari, not that I don’t mind the redesign, but um, it wasn’t really necessary.”

Re-Designer beamed at Nino. “Of course it was. Hawkmoth made you a costume that nearly caused permanent blindness to anyone who viewed it. I had to fix that travesty.” Nino’s eyes flashed to a place behind Re-Designer. Right as Chat Noir swiped to grab her, Re-Designer jumped to the side.

Whirling on Chat, Re-Designer pointed the wand at the superhero. “You know Kitty, your suit could use a little redesigning too.” Chat went to grab for Re-Designer’s wand, but pink sparkles washed over him before he could.

Re-Designer smirked. “That’s better.” Chat looked down at his suit which had shrunk down to a pair of black shorts, his belt tail, and the gold bell which was now attached to a choker like collar. As Nino doubled over in fits of laughter, Chat gaped.

Shaking off his shock, Chat sauntered towards a still smirking Re-Designer. “You know Marinette, if you wanted to see me with my shirt off, you could have just asked.”

“Well what would have been the fun in-“ Re-Designer’s words abruptly stopped as Chat plucked the wand from her hand. She hadn’t realized how close Chat had gotten.

“I will just hold onto this until Ladybug gets here.” Chat glared at Nino who was now sitting on his stairs, unable to hold himself up from laughing so hard. “How do I change my suit back Mari?”

“That was crafty kitty. You won’t be able to change your suit back until Ladybug uses the cure and that won’t be happening anytime soon so…” Re-Designer causally flicked one of her earrings. Re-Designer giggled when Chat gasped in realization.

“Be right back, stay here.” Chat ran into Nino’s house, both Re-Designer and Nino looking after him in confusion. A moment later, darkness rippled over Re-Designer, leaving an unakumatized Marinette in its wake.

Looking around in confusion, Marinette noticed a still suited up Nino on his stairs. “Wow Nino, that’s a really nice suit.”

“Um, thanks. You made it.” Brows drawing together, Marinette looked at her friend in confusion.

“I what? What do you…” Marinette trailed off when Chat stepped out of the house in his new and improved suit. She didn’t know whether to stare or laugh. Staring was what she went with. Slack jawed, Marinette watched Chat Noir waltz over to her in what looked to be more of a stripper outfit than a superhero suit. Had she done that?

“Sorry Nino but the princess and I need to go deal with something.” Marinette didn’t know if Nino had said anything in response because Chat Noir pressed her close and extended his baton, lifting them both into the air. Was Marinette internally screaming because she was currently pressed up against her very attractive partner’s bare chest? Yes.

When they’d made it a little ways from Nino’s house, Chat Noir set Marinette down and handed her the akuma, which he’d trapped in a glass jar she hadn’t even noticed. She’d been a bit distracted. “I think you can take care of this.” Chat raised a brow at her in expectation.

Marinette groaned as she took a few steps back from her nearly naked partner. “Not only did I turn you into a stripper while akumatized, but I also told you who I was?” Chat nodded, grinning mischievously.

Chat was glad Marinette had forgotten his next words when the akumatization broke, because it was prefect for his next move. “You know My Lady, you could have just asked if you wanted to see me out of the suit.” Before Marinette could protest, Chat Noir released his transformation.

Marinette should have been more surprised to see Adrien Agreste standing in front of her, now fully clothed. “Honestly, I thought Chat’s abs looked familiar.”

“Oh, you mean these abs?” Adrien slipped his shirt over his head. He gestured towards his sculpted stomach. “You know, the ones you were so desperate to see that you got yourself akumatized.”

Marinette only let herself admire Adrien’s physique for a moment before she snapped her eyes back to his face. “Excuse me, I got akumatized because of how trash Hawkmoth’s designing skills are when it comes to akuma outfits.” Smirking, Marinette nodded towards Adrien’s shirtless form. “This was just a happy accident.”

“Oh really?” Adrien began to saunter up to Marinette. “A happy accident?”

“Of course. In fact, maybe I should thank Hawkmoth for his appalling taste if this is the outcome.” Marinette tilted her head up towards Adrien as he stopped in front of her.

“Hmm, maybe you should.” Their lips met for a moment before laughter bubbled up from Marinette.

“Sorry, but I just had a thought. What if Hawkmoth was a fashion designer or something. It would be so ironic if he was in the fashion industry, yet created such distasteful outfits.”

Adrien joined Marinette in her laughter. “That would be hilarious!”

The two heroes laughed at the outlandish idea of Hawkmoth being a fashion designer. Across town, Gabriel Agreste overdramatically monologed about next summer’s fashion line inspired by The Bubbler’s outfit while sitting alone in his dark room of butterflies.

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Crackmas Day 7: Mistletoe

So, someone in the minor character discord shared a post about fighting under the mistletoe instead of kissing, and I kind of came up with this idea, so hopefully you enjoy it! Poor Kim

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Day 7: Mistletoe

“How did we get volunteered to help set up for Chloe’s Christmas party?” Max whined from where he stood on a chair hanging garland from the tops of the windows.

“You know how Chloe is. When she tells you to do something, you better do it or else,” Kim replied, wrapping lights around a pillar. “Besides, we get to decide where the mistletoe goes, and we can trap our classmates underneath it and watch them panic.”

“Always the optimist, Kim,” Max said, rolling his eyes.

When the party began, Kim took great pleasure in pointing the mistletoe, hung in the center of the room, out to his unsuspecting classmates and watching them erupt. Though some of them were disgustingly into it; he shuddered remembering how Alya had attached herself to Nino, although seeing Marinette nearly faint when Adrien kissed her cheek nearly made up for it. Next he wanted to trick Alix into kissing Nathaniel, but they were both so short, he couldn’t pick them out in the crowd. Finally, he spotted Nath over by the bar chatting with Rose and Juleka and began his hunt across the room with a determined smile. Now all he needed to do was find Alix, and he’d be all set.

“Hey, Kim!” He turned to see the tiny mop of pink hair hailing him, so he stopped, a crooked smile spreading across his face. “Max wanted me to ask if you wanted to play a round of Ultimate Mecha Strike with him.”

“Oh, uh, sure. Gimme just a minute, and wait here,” He said, holding out his hands in a typical “stay” gesture, but a wolf-whistle drew his attention before he could walk away.

“Oh la la, Kim and Alix under the mistletoe!” Alya cooed loudly, and Kim’s neck nearly snapped in half as he whipped it up to see his purposefully placed mistletoe above his head.

“What? No!” He said, mouth agape in shock.

“No way, Kim. This is payback,” Nino chuckled, placing a hand on his hip.

“I am not kissing him,” Alix said, wrinkling her nose in disgust.

“Yeah, I don’t even think she can reach me,” Kim said with a grunt, and Alix shot him a warning glare. “Besides….where my family is from…we don’t kiss under the mistletoe.”

“Oh really?” It was Max who cocked a skeptical brow, and Kim gave him a pleading look. “What do you do under the mistletoe then?”

He glanced around nervously at all of his peers adorned with the same amused smirk and gulped. “We…fight.”

“Pfft, whatever, Kim. Just swallow your pride, and kiss her-” Before Alya could finish, Alix cut in with an excited grin.

“I accept!”

“You what?” Kim’s eyebrows raised.

“Fight me!” Alix demanded.

“Uh, I don’t think that’s a good idea since you’re so- ow!” Kim squealed as Alix kicked him in the shin, and he hopped on one foot, rubbing the spot sorely.

“Oh look, now we’re about the same height, so bring it on if you’re not scared,” She said with a taunting glare.

Before he could react, she tackled him to the ground and pinned him face-down on the floor, tugging his leg back. Kim squeaked in pain, desperately clawing at the tile in an attempt to escape in vain. He searched the crowd for Max, locking eyes with his best friend and giving him his most pleading pout.

“Help me!” He mouthed, but Max simply chuckled and pulled out his phone.

“Smile, Kim!” He said with a wave.

“Max! Is this because I made you kiss Lila?”

“It might have something to do with that,” Max affirmed with a shrug as Alix pulled him into a headlock.

It was on that day that Kim vowed to never prank anyone else for the rest of the year.

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Crackmas || Day 4

Crackmas Day 4 || Suprise! || Ladybug and Chat Noir have a disagrement on whether a certain mascara works well or not. They deside to have a little competition to settle their debate. A little competition that has a big outcome.

Rated G || 704 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Mascara Mishap

Ladybug and Chat Noir were in the middle of patrol when the cat boy suddenly halted, causing his bug counterpart to slam directly into his back. “Chat, what the…” Ladybug trailed off as she noticed the billboard Chat was staring at in disgust. “Why does it look like you want to Cataclysm that mascara ad?”

Chat gestured to the board erratically. “Because that is the worst mascara I have ever used in my entire life!” Gripping her shoulders, Chat shook Ladybug slightly. “My Lady, I’m warning you, never buy that horrid product. It makes even my lashes droop directly into my eyeballs. It’s disgusting!”

Brows drawing together, Ladybug stared at her partner in confusion. “Chat, what are you talking about? That mascara is great!” Chat gasped, looking at his partner in horror.

“How dare you.” He pointed a finger at her accusingly, a teasing tone in his voice. “Do you know anything about makeup? That formula is too wet, and the brush bristles are too far apart so it makes lashes clump together.”

Ladybug put a hand to her chest in mock offense. “How dare me? How dare you! You know what? We need to have a make-up off. Both of us will go get our makeup.” Ladybug pointed to the billboard again. “I’ll use this mascara that is tearing this partnership apart and you can use whatever your favorite is. Whoever’s makeup looks better, and more importantly, whoever’s mascara looks better, will win this little debate.”

Chat held out his hand and Ladybug took it, shaking on the bet. “Deal, ten minutes to grab makeup, then we meet back here. Don’t forget a mirror.” Ladybug saluted before she zipped away towards the bakery.

Ten minutes later, Ladybug and Chat Noir sat on opposite sides of the roof, ready to go all out with their makeup routines. Ladybug raised her voice, so her partner could hear her. “One last thing Chat, time limit of fifteen minutes! Go!” Ladybug snickered when she heard Chat sputter and drop what sounded like a fountain bottle. Quickly entering the zone of “I’m late for school and I only have a few minutes to get ready,” Ladybug sped through her routine.

As the timer Ladybug set on her yoyo went off, she applied the final swipe of her lipstick. “Okay, products down Chat.” She chuckled to herself when she looked at her eyes in her little mirror. Her shadow was flawless, wing on point, and, most importantly, eyelashes fanned and volumized. “Let’s get closer before we turn around. Stand up with your back turned and we’ll walk backward slowly.”

“Sounds perfect My Lady. You ready to lose?” Ladybug began to walk backward, scoffing.

“Please, you’re about to eat your words.” The heroes’ backs bumped together. “Ready Chaton?” He hummed his confirmation. “On three.”

“One.”

“Two.”

“Three.”

Ladybug and Chat Noir turned with smirks on their faces, fully confident that the other was going to lose. Those smirks turned into full on gaping as they looked at each other’s done up faces.

“Marinette!?!”

“Adrien!?!”

In their haste to put on a full face of makeup in only fifteen minutes, they literally put on a full face, forgetting to leave their masks uncovered. They both gave a short scream as they realized what they’d just done.

Chat Noir recovered first. “Well, this certainly is a surprise. You were right, that mascara does make your lashes look amazing. Although, you make everything look amazing Marinette.”

The blush Ladybug had put on didn’t hold a candle to the warmth warming her cheeks at those words. “Looks like I’m the winner then Chaton.” She smirked. “though I do have to admit, that red lip puts you over the line for winning overall face.”

A twinkle entered Chat’s eye. “Oh really? Would you like to try the color on?”

Ladybug made a show of tapping a finger against her chin, as though she were contemplating the offer. “Hmm, I don’t know, it might clash with this eye look.” Ladybug winked up at Chat. “Might as well try it out though.” Grabbing him by the bell, Ladybug pulled Chat Noir down, pressing their lips together.

Turned out, the lip color did work with that eye look.

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Crackmas || Day 11

Crackmas Day 11 || AU || Kind of a reverse crush AU where Adrien is wearing weird shoes which distracts Marinette from her anger during the gum scene.

Rated G || 341 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Picture of the shoes

Gabriel Agreste Shouldn’t Design Shoes

Marinette walked in the door on the second day of school to see a boy bent over her seat. “Hey! What are you…” She trailed off as she noticed his shoes. “…wearing?” As she examined the shoes, Marinette completely forgot about what the blond boy had been doing.

“Oh, hi, I’m Adrien. Chloe put a piece of gum on your seat and I was removing it, so no one sat on it.” Marinette waved her hand dismissively at his words.

“Chloe being mean? What else is new. Now, you poor boy, who put you in those shoes?” Adrien stood up and turned toward Marinette, giving her a full view of the atrocious shoes on his feet. They were black high tops, which would have been fine if they didn’t have rainbow butterfly wings sprouting from the bright pink laces and rhinestones on the toe. “Are they supposed to be for kids?”

Adrien flushed, rubbing at the back of his neck self-consciously. “Um no, actually, my father has been dabbling in shoe design. He thought teens and adults don’t have enough “fun” shoes.” He took a step towards Marinette, making her gasp.

“They light up.” The words came out in whispered horror. Marinette cleared her throat, raising her voice back to normal. “Well, we are going to save your poor, poor feet and you can borrow a pair of men’s shoes I’ve been working on. My house is right across the street, we still have a little time before class.” Marinette reached out and grasped Adrien’s wrist, pulling him behind her.

She paused right before exiting the classroom, causing Adrien to run into her back. Marinette spun around. “I’m so sorry. Do you want to borrow a pair of shoes, or do you like those?”

Adrien smiled at the kind girl in front of him. “Mon Dieu, these are the most atrocious things I’ve ever worn, please let me borrow those shoes.”

“Of course!” Marinette beamed, and Adrien had to remind himself to breath for a moment because, wow, she was beautiful.

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Crackmas || Day 7

Crackmas Day 7 || Mistletoe || The class desides to band together for "Project Adrienette" during the holiday season, much to Marinette's dismay.

Rated G || 1,039 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Project Adrienette

Marinette had been on edge all week. Not because of Paris’s friendly neighborhood supervillain. No, it was her very own friends who were maxing out Marinette’s anxieties. It was the first Holiday season after Marinette had gotten over her fear of talking to Adrien, both of them now really good friends. Everyone knew that Marinette’s raging crush hadn’t dimmed in the slightest, so she should have been expecting something to happen

It started Monday, when Marinette was rushing to school. Not watching where she was going, she collided directly into someone’s back as she ran into the school courtyard. The person also running late just happened to be Adrien Agreste. “Late again?” Marinette smirked as Adrien groaned.

“Mari, are you honestly surprised? You know I’m late just as much as you are.” He was, in fact, just as late as Marinette was most of the time. It was their mutual lateness that had given Marinette the opportunity to break the ice that had frosted over their potential friendship.

The pair walked to class together, as friends do, Marinette and Adrien casually chatting as they made it to the classroom before the bell rang. Marinette was met with classmates milling about, but there was one person missing. Next to Rose, Juleka was no where to be found. The absence made Marinette pause just inside the classroom door. Juleka had had perfect attendance for the past three years.

Movement flashed at the corner of Marinette’s eye. Marinette turned to see Juleka advancing on her and Adrien, who was still walking to his seat. In her hand was a sprig of mistletoe. Smiling wickedly, Juleka winked at someone behind Marinette. Alya’s telling snicker was all the answer Marinette needed to find out who she would need to fight later. Lunging forward, Marinette grabbed the mistletoe from Juleka, stuffing it in her bag right as Adrien made it to his seat and turned back around.

Adrien looked at Marinette in confusion when he realized she was still near the door. “Mari? You okay?” Marinette looked around the suspiciously quiet classroom and realized that everyone had been in on this little scheme. Well, everyone was going to have to get a little talking to.

“Yep, all good!” Her voice was too bright, but Adrien seemed to relax at her words, sitting down in his seat. When Adrien turned to talk to Nino, Marinette sent a glare that even medusa would have considered “stone cold” to each of her classmates. Everyone shrugged like they had no idea what she was referring to.

Making her way to her seat, Marinette watched Alya continue to hold back laughter. Huffing as she sat down, Marinette leaned over and whispered to Alya. “I’m demoting you from best friend to mortal enemy.”

Laughter finally bubbled out of Alya as she pressed a hand to her mouth to quiet her loud snorts. “It was so worth a try. You know, everyone here even agreed to call off the bets so we could work together on “project Adrienette” during the holidays.”

Marientte’s voice came out shrill. “The bets?!” Staring at her best friend dumbfounded, Marinette didn’t notice Adrien turn around.

“What bets?” Marientte’s head whipped to the seat in front of her where Adrien was watching with questioning eyes.

“Oh, nothing. You know, just, um…” Marinette’s voice was nervous as she tried to come up with some sort of response. Luckily, Mme. Bustier walked in. “Oh look, time for class. I’ll tell you later!” Adrien gave her an odd look but turned to face the front of the classroom anyway.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Marinette should have known to stay on edge the next day based on Alya’s comment about everyone working together during the holidays. Alas, she didn’t and was completely unprepared when she saw a fishing line with a sprig of mistletoe being lowered between her and Adrien while he was facing the front of the classroom in his seat.

Glancing behind her slightly, Marinette saw Alix a few steps above. She didn’t exactly know where they were going with this one until Kim spoke up. “Hey Adrien!” Time seemed to slow as Marinette watched Adrien begin to turn around. Launching herself from her seat, Marinette clapped down on the mistletoe and pulled it from the fishing line. Barley sitting down before Adrien was fully turned around.

“Yeah Kim? Oh, cool fishing pole Alix, is that what you guys wanted to show me?” Kim and Alix both facepalmed as Marinette smiled in self-satisfaction.

She knew it wasn’t over though which is why the next day, Marinette was practically twitching with how wound up she was. Her head jerked from side to side ever few moments, making sure there wasn’t any mistletoe or Adrien in sight.

She was so busy observing her surroundings that she didn’t think to actually check the doorway to her classroom before it was too late. As she bumped into a solid chest, a course of “OOOOOO”s could be heard. Craning her head up, she saw Adrien who, instead of looking at the girl who had just run directly into him, was looking up, at a sprig of mistletoe taped to the doorway.

As soon as he realized what it was, Adrien’s head snapped down, eyes seeking out Marinette. She quickly began to pull away from him, words stumbling out of her mouth. “Sorry, my bad. You don’t have to. I mean, it’s just a silly…” Marinette was cut off as Adrien pulled her back in with a hand on her waist as his other gently cupped her chin, tilting her head up so their lips could meet.

There were cheers from inside the classroom. A few moments into their kiss, a cleared throat broke them apart. “As happy as I am you two finally figured this little dance of yours out, I’d like to get in my classroom, so I can start class please.” Mme. Bustier looked at the teens with faux ire as she held back a smile.

Marinette and Adrien’s faces burned as they fully entered the classroom with their teacher on their heels. Before the lesson began, Chloe addressed the whole class smugly. “I told you the classic “taped to the doorway” trick would work.”

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Crackmass || Day 8

Crackmas Day 8 || Classmates || Alya asks Marinette to meet her at the school before class starts. Little does she know, Marientte's meeting more than Alya that moring, and the whole class has a little something they want to talk to her about.

Rated G || 606 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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BUG OUT!

When Alya asked Marinette to meet her an hour before class started in their classroom, she did everything in her power to achieve that. She set twenty alarms, put her phone down in her room, and told Tikki to pour a glass of water on her if neither of those things worked. After a very wet wakeup call and a giggling Tikki, Marinette was walking through the hall of her school. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen the school before the late bell for class had rung.

Marinette was so lost in awe of herself for actually waking up, that it took the slamming of the classroom door behind her to jolt her out of it. Spinning around, Marinette saw Kim with his arms crossed in front of the closed door. “Kim?”

Kim nodded to someone behind Marinette and she turned to see the rest of her class standing in a semi-circle. Alya stepped forward from the middle. “Hey Marinette, glad you could meet me this morning. Or, shall I say, meet us. As Alya gestured to the rest of the group, Marinette saw a range of emotions on their faces. Juleka and Rose looked like they were holding back excitement. Max looked like he was trying to calculate something that involved her. Chole was staring at her slack jawed. Chloe’s slightly awed expression would have been the most surprising of the bunch if it weren’t for Adrien, who was looking at Marinette like he was in love with her.

Marinette’s eyes flew back to her best friend, confusion evident on the bluenette’s face. “Alya, what’s going on?”

“Well bestie, a few of us were talking about Paris’s favorite superheroes the other day and we realized, you and Ladybug have never been seen together.” Alya smirked as Marinette’s eyes blew wide.

Marinette took a calming breath, her and Tikki had prepared for this if it had ever happened. Now she just had to sell it. Cocking a hip, Marinette chuckled and rolled her eyes. “Come on Alya, this was all for nothing. Remember when Alix got akumatized? Ladybug and I were both there at the same time.” When Alya deflated slightly, Marinette felt a little bad, but she had to protect her secret identity.

“But after the second Ladybug appeared, you weren’t there anymore?” Marinette’s head shot to Adrien who sighed wistfully. “Two Ladybugs, two Marinettes, what a dream.” All the classmates looked at Adrien in shock, a deep blush spreading over his face as soon as he realized he’d said that last part out loud.

The reporting hunger reignited in Alya’s eyes. “Adrien’s odd outburst aside, he is right. There were two Ladybugs but no Marinettes. Or rather, as Sunshine said, two Marinettes.”

Marinette knew there was only one way out of this. Opening her bag, she reached in for a small object. Marinette proceeded to smash said small object directly into the ground with the force of a rocket launching itself into the stratosphere. The small smoke bomb exploded in a white cloud. “BUG OUT!” The guttural screech that emanated from the petite girl echoed in the smoke-filled classroom.

All eyes turned to Marinette who was half out one of the classroom windows. Her right arm and leg were hanging outside and the left side of her body was still inside the classroom. Someone cleared their throat, making Marinette’s head jerk to look at her friends, turned audience. Adrien sighed dreamily as Marinette’s eyes met his. “Marry me.” Marinette promptly fell out the window in shock.

Everyone let out a breath of relief when they saw Ladybug swing by a moment later.

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Crackmas || Day 1

Crackmas Day 1 || Confession || Marinette is pretty sure she has a type. With a bottle of spray in hair color in hand and one Chat Noir, she tests this with suprising results.

Rated G || 790 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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A Very Specific Type

Marinette knew she was starting at Chat Noir as he napped on her chaise. After the sudden realization she’d come to, there was no way she’d be able to stop. That realization? Marinette was pretty sure she had a type. Lifting her hand, Marinette held her thumb up to cover the top of the cat boy’s head and closed one eye, no so effectively covering his mop of blond hair.

At Marinette’s groan of frustration, Chat jolted awake. He looked at her with curiosity burning in his green eyes. “Is everything okay Princess?” Marinette shook her head, as she let out another exasperated groan. “Is there anything I can do?” At that, Marinette perked up, an idea popping into her head.

“Actually, there might be something.” Marinette launched herself at her closet, digging through her piles of fabric until she found what she was looking for.

Spinning around, Marinette saw Chat physically gulp when he saw what Marinette held in her hand. “Um, Mari, why do you have a can of spray in hair color?”

Chat scooted back until he was pressed to the back of the chaise as Marinette began to saunter forward, slowly shaking the temporary hair color can. “Well, you see Chat, I came up with a little theory while you were sleeping. I’m pretty sure I have a type, blondes with green eyes. There’s nothing we can do about the green eyes but, your hair…” Marinette gave the can one final shake as she stopped next to Chat’s shoulder. He looked up at her with an odd mix of shock, fear, and awe.

“A-a t-type? Like you think I’m a-attractive?” Marinette nodded.

“I want to see if this really is me having a type or if you’re just this damn good looking.” Chat’s mouth fell open slightly and Marinette had to hold herself back from laughing at his reaction. “So, may I?” Marinette held up the can, taking off the cap when Chat nodded. She carefully sprayed the brunette color into Chat’s hair, the cold of the colorant making him jump. “You okay?”

“Yes, just surprisingly cold. You can keep going.” Humming in acknowledgment, Marinette began to spray on the colorant again. It only took a few minutes for her to cover Chat’s entire head. Marinette stepped back to obverse her work, scrubbing at her face with her hands as she let out yet another groan. Marinette heard Chat chuckle, a tinge of nervousness tainting the laugh. “That bad?”

Marinette flung her arms out in exasperation. “No! That’s the problem, you look amazing. It’s not a type thing. Turns out I just have feelings for you and Adrien.” Marinette began to pace in front of the chaise, she could feel Chat’s eyes following her. “The plan was that I turn you brunette for a few minutes, so I could confirm to myself that I have a type and that’s what this feeling is, but nooooooo. I have to still have all these feelings for you when you’re sitting here with powdery spray in color making your hair look terrible. I shouldn’t find it adorable, but I do.” Marinette huffed and crossed her arms in front of her.

Chat shook his head in disbelief. “Wait, let me get this straight. You thought you had a type because you are attracted to me and Adrien Agreste?” Marinette nodded. “And you thought that by putting brunette spray in my hair, it would confirm this idea for you?” Marinette nodded again. “But now you realize that it’s not that you have a type, you actually have feelings for Adrien Agreste and me?” Marinette pressed her hands to her bright red face as she nodded for a third time.

Marinette looked up from her palms when Chat began to laugh, glaring at the cat boy. “I’m so glad my rollercoaster of emotions is so funny to you Chat Noir.”

Shaking his head, Chat wiped tears from his eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Really, I am. This is just too perfect. Marinette, I hate to tell you this, but you do have a type. Me. I’m your type.” Chat did a little jazz hands bit that confused Marinette more than his words. “Adrien Agreste is your type.” Green snaked up Chat’s form as he let his transformation drop.

Marinette stumbled backwards as she let out a little shriek. “Mon Dieu. I guess I have a very specific type.” Adrien laughed, face falling just as quickly as it lit up.

“I should let you know though Marinette, I have a type too. I like blue haired girls in pig tales; you and Ladybug.” It was Marinette’s turn to bust up laughing.

“Well, Chaton, it looks like you have a very specific type too.”

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Crackmas || Day 5

Crackmas Day 5 || Reveal || Adrien finds out that there are some lasting side effects on his father from Jackaday. Adrien and Nino hatch a plan hoping to get a few laughs but end up getting more than they bargained for.

Rated G || 575 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Butterflies Fly Away

Adrien first found out about the after effects of Jackaday on his father by accident. He was watching an animal documentary when his father came into Adrien’s room to talk to him about a photoshoot the previous day. A segment on butterflies was began as Adrien’s father spoke. When the narrator uttered the first “butterfly,” Gabriel went silent, staring into space for a moment before erratically flapping his arms until “butterfly” rang from the speakers again. Adrien watched as his father froze again, then continued on with the lecture he’d previously been giving.

There was no way Adrien was going to tell his father about the little butterfly incident. He did however, tell Nino, who practically died from laughing so hard. “Oh my god, dude, that is the best thing I’ve ever heard!” A scheming tone entered Nino’s voice. “And he only stopped when her heard the word butterfly again?”

“Yeah, it was almost like he was trying to be a butterfly. And don’t think I don’t know you’re planning something, I know you are. Tell me what shenanigans you have in mind.”

Nino laughed. “Only you would use the word shenanigans. You’re right though. So here is what I’m thinking…”

A smile spread across Adrien’s face as Nino explained the plan.

-o-o-o-o-o-

It was a challenge to get Adrien’s father to agree to letting Nino tag along to a photoshoot, insisting he come along as well to make sure the teens didn’t goof off. Exactly as Nino planned.

The three sat in the back of one of the Agreste limos, in silence, on their way to the shoot. Gabriel was seated across from the boys, so Adrien had to suppress his smirk when he saw Nino pull his phone out of his pocket. A few moments later, an American song called “Party in the USA” began to play through Nino’s phone speakers.

“Turn that noise off….” Gabriel’s harsh words were cut off as Nino scrubbed to the time that the line “and the butterflies fly away,” is first sung. Freezing, Gabriel’s eyes hazed over. He began to flap his arms as Nino let the music continue playing.

Adrien and Nino burst into laughter as Adrien’s father flapped his arms faster and faster. As the line was sung again, the boys quickly schooled their features. “…or else I will turn this car around and you will not be…” Gabriel froze again as the line came back around. This time Nino pause the music. The boys cackled.

Right as Nino was about to press play on the song again, Gabriel let out a groan. “Not working, must fly.” Adrien and Nino looked at each other in worry. “Darkwings, Rise!”

Adrien and Nino screamed as Gabriel Agreste transformed into Hawkmoth right in front of them. The transformation must have snapped the villain out of his trance because his eyes widened when he looked down to see the cane in his hand. Hawkmoth also began to scream as his eyes darted between his son and his son’s best friend.

Still screaming, Adrien reached forward and ripped the broach from his father’s chest. Hearing the screaming from his passengers, the driver pulled over. Adrien, still screaming, jumped out of the car and began to run. Gabriel following behind, also still screaming.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng began to scream from her balcony when she saw her screaming crush running down the street with the butterfly miraculous held out in front of him.

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Crackmas Day 6: Akumatized

Playing a little catch-up today since I spent yesterday with my family. Today also starts Giftmas, so look forward to that later too! Enjoy some “akumatized” Adrien shenanigans ;)

FF | AO3

Day 6: Akumatized

The night was calm and quiet, a perfect night to stay in with his friends watching movies, and Nino stood patiently by the microwave waiting on popcorn when the doorbell rang.

“It’s open!” He called, and a moment later Alya and Marinette strolled in with drinks and candy. “No need to panic yet, Adrien isn’t here.”

Marinette breathed a sigh of relief, shoulders relaxing slightly. “He is coming though, right?”

“Yeah, he just text me a few minutes ago saying he was on his way,” Nino said, gingerly opening the steaming hot bag and dumping its contents into a large bowl. “He better show up; he’s bringing the movies.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here. He is prone to being late just like this one,” Alya teased, jabbing her thumb in Marinette’s direction and stealing a few kernels. “The only reason she’s here on time is because I picked her up.”

“I lose track of time! You know how scatter-brained I am, and I’m sure Adrien is just busy with all of his extra-curriculars,” Marinette said, crossing her arms over her chest with a humph.

“I know, I just like to tease you.” The doorbell rang again, and Nino moved around to answer it.

“Probably Adrien. Hey, dude, you’re-” Nino stopped short when he opened the door to see a masked boy wearing a devilish grin. “Adrien?”

“I am not Adrien. I am Kid Rebel, disappointed by my father refusing to let me hang out with my friends and forcing me to sneak out of the house~” He said dramatically, and his friends all stared at him blankly.

“Okay, Kid Rebel, you wanna watch Princess Bride or not?” Alya asked, cocking a brow, and Adrien relaxed, removing the fabric mask from over his eyes and holding up his bag.

“I also brought The Breakfast Club and Rent,” He said with a smile, moving passed them into Nino’s family’s flat. “How’d you know I was faking?”

“Boy, I run the Ladyblog. You think I can’t spot a real akuma when I see one?” She laughed.

“Yeah, and I’m your best bud, so if anyone knows you, it’s me,” Nino added, and Adrien sighed.

“I-I thought it was pretty convincing,” Marinette offered.

“Really?”

“Um, no, I’m sorry. It was really obvious,” She blushed, rubbing the back of her neck and averting her gaze. “But your costume is nice.”

“Thanks.” He glanced down at it proudly then pursed his lips. “Guess I’ll have to try harder to prank you guys next time.”

“Can we watch the movie now?” Alya asked impatiently, and Adrien fumbled through his bag for Princess Bride.

“Right, yeah, sorry!” He smiled sheepishly, passing the case to Alya.

“So, did you really have to sneak out to come here?” Marinette asked as they settled in on the couch. “Won’t your dad be angry if he finds out?”

“Eh, it’ll be fine. He probably won’t even realize I’m gone.” Adrien waved it away, and she gave him a long, pensive frown.

“I’m going to adopt you.”

“What?” Adrien cocked a brow.

“What?”

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Crackmas || Day 12

Crackmas Day 12 || Christmas Gifts || Adrien has a little suprise for Marinette when they exchange Christmas gifts. He thinks it's hilarious and Marinette finds it adorable he thinks it's hilarious, fluff ensues.

Rated G || 887 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

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Ladybug Balloons

A Very Ladybug Christmas

Marinette quickly ran to open the window to her balcony when she heard Chat Noir tapping on it. She hadn’t been able to see Adrien all day, his father had scheduled a photoshoot on Christmas. Honestly, sometimes Marinette thought Gabriel Agreste was worse than Hawkmoth. “Chaton, you made it. How was the photoshoot?”

Chat leaned into the window and pecked Marinette on the lips. “Horrible, but that was expected. My day is already better because I get to see you, Bugaboo.” Marinette giggled, trying to pull Chat in through the window. “Not yet, I have your Christmas present. Go sit on the chaise and close your eyes.”

“So dramatic.” Marinette rolled her eyes but still smiling, climbed down the ladder into her room. She chuckled to herself as she heard Chat struggling with something through the window. It sounded like a bunch of balloons squeaking together. Marinette had no idea what he could possibly be bringing through the window that would make such a noise.

“Plagg, claws in.” A few moments later, Marinette heard Adrien stop in front of her. “Okay, My Lady, you can open your eyes.”

Marinette opened her eyes and looked up to see that the loud squeaking sound actually had been balloons. Adrien held a bundle of strings in his right hand, at the end were Ladybug balloons. Not balloons that looked like ladybug bugs. No, these horrid monstrosities were caricatures of Marinette’s alter-ego. Adrien burst out laughing when he saw the horror on Marinette’s face.

“Adrien, where the hell did you find those?” Marinette looked at her boyfriend blankly.

In between wheezing laugher, Adrien was able to get one word out. “Internet.”

Marinette chuckled. “Of course you did. You always find the more obscure Ladybug merch. Those might just be the most terrifying thing you’ve ever found though.”

At this point Adrien had let go of the balloons, letting them float to Marinette’s ceiling. He sat on the floor in front of Marinette cackling. Hands gently cupped his face, thumbs gently whipping away tears that had slipped out from him laughing so hard. “You’re so silly. I love you, my adorable dork.” Marinette gave him a slow kiss, instantly sobering him.

“I love you too, my beautiful princess. That wasn’t your present though.” Marinette’s brows furrowed. Reaching into his pocket, Adrien pulled out a long jewelry box. “This is your real present.”

“Adrien, I said nothing too expensive.” Gently grabbing her hand, he placed a kiss on her knuckles before turning her hand over and placing the box on her palm.

“Only the best for my princess.” A dusting of pink colored Marinette’s cheeks.

Marinette let out a small gasp when she opened the velvet box. Inside was a silver charm bracelet with a cat paw charm and a ladybug charm. “Oh, Adrien, it’s beautiful. I love it. Help me put it on?” Adrien attached the bracelet to Marinette’s wrist, smiling at the way she looked at it in adoration.

Shooting up, Marinette ran over to her desk. “Now it’s time for you to open yours!”

“Mari, you know your love and affection is all the present I need.” Walking back over with a package wrapped in red wrapping paper with black polka dots, Marinette glared.

“Hey, if you get to spoil me, I get to at least give you the present I made you.” Adrien’s eyes lit up.

“You made me something?” A darker blush deepened Marinette’s cheeks, nodding as she handed him the gift. He immediately tore into it. On the top was a blue beanie that matched the scarf she’d made him for his birthday a few years back. Below that was a new set in a green yarn. Pulling out the green scarf, Adrien noticed she’d matched the color that his sclera turned as Chat perfectly. He would have stared at the beautiful craftsmanship of the scarf forever if the matching green hat hadn’t caught his eye. The hat had two holes in the top, perfect for his ears as Chat Noir.

Marinette was nervously twisting her hands in her lap. “I know it’s not much, but I wanted to complete the blue set. Then I thought about how cold you were on patrol last winter and, so I thought Chat Noir could use a scarf and hat set too. I mean if you don’t…” Marinette was cut off when Adrien pressed his lips against hers.

“I love them, thank you. You’re the best girlfriend ever.” Marinette kissed him again.

When they parted Marinette pointed to her loft. “Okay, movie and cuddles time. You go get the blankets and pillows and I’ll get the hot chocolate.” Adrien pulled the blue hat over his head, gave Marinette one more peck on the lips, then bounded up her ladder in search of only the comfiest pillows and blankets.

When Marinette arrived back in her room, she found her boyfriend snuggled up with one of the Ladybug balloons. He was obviously trying, and failing, to hold in his laughter based on more and more giggles leaking out of his mouth as she got closer. “Oh, that’s fine, I’ll just go cuddle with my Chat Noir plush.” Adrien immediately opened his arms, letting the balloon float back up to the ceiling with the others, and leaving room for Marinette to snuggle in.

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Crackmas || Day Two

Crackmas Day 2 || Kwami Swap || Adrien is sick as a cat when an akuma attacks, so he asks Gorilla for a big favor. Who wouldn't accept being Chat Noir for a day.

Rated G || 1,445 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

Buy me a Coffee?

Chat Noir for a Day

Gregory didn’t know how the Miraculous worked but he had assumed it would make someone who was sick temporarily better while transformed. That was, until Adrien called Gregory up to his room where the boy was in the middle of hacking up a lung. When his coughing fit stopped, Adrien took off his ring and held it out to Greg. “Gorilla, there’s an akuma and I need you to be Chat Noir and help me by helping Ladybug, please.”

“Adrien, when I told you I knew you were Chat Noir and said that it was kind of cool to be a superhero’s bodyguard, I did not mean I wanted to be a superhero myself.” Adrien laughed, causing another coughing fit that turned into a sneeze, finishing off with a blown nose.

“I’m too sick to go and she needs help. It’s only temporary until I’m better.” Adrien’s face became serious. Well, as serious as he could be with deep circles under his eyes and a string of snot running out of his nose. “You’re the only one I trust with this.” Gregory sighed, taking the ring from the sick as a cat boy. “Thank you Gorilla, I owe you one. The baton has a call button that can connect to cellphones. If you need any pointers, call me.” Gregory nodded, giving a grunt in affirmation, putting on the ring.

Plagg popped out, swinging around to face Adrien. “Kid, I’m going to need more cheese than usual for doing this.” The kwami spun to Gregory with arms crossed. “Just so you know, I’m not happy about this.”

Greg rolled his eyes. “Trust me, the feeling is mutual.”

Plagg gave a sharp nod. “Good. Now, a quick rundown. Cataclysm can only be used once, don’t touch any living things with your right hand while it’s activated, and you need to say claws out to transform.”

“Okay, let’s get this over with. Plagg, claws out.” Watching the green light wash over his own body from the soles of his feet to the top of his head was a slight rush if Gregory were being honest. The tightness of Chat Noir’s suit, not so much. Adrien chuckled from his bed.

Gregory shot him a disgruntled look and Adrien raised his hands in defense. “I’m sorry, it’s just kind of funny seeing you in my costume. I mean, I’m the only one I’ve ever seen in on. It’s surprisingly funny on someone else.” Greg grumbled as he walked over to Adrien’s already unlatched window and extended the baton down to the ground of the estate. “Be careful.” Turning back to Adrien, Gregory gave him a signature Chat Noir two fingered salute which made Adrien laugh as Greg jumped out the window.

It was fairly easy to get the hang of vaulting through Paris with Chat Noir’s baton, probably because of the magical transformation he was currently wrapped in. Gregory reached Ladybug rather quickly. She was crouched across the street from the akuma who was being quite docile for the moment. “Ladybug.” She spun around at the unfamiliar voice.

“Gorilla?” He’d been expecting a question about who he was or where the real Chat Noir was, not the nickname that only Adrien and Adrien’s friends used for him. Gregory saw Ladybug catch her slip up, her eyes widening. “Um, I mean, where is the real Chat Noir?”

“Sick.” There was a slightly awkward silence at his one-word response.

“Okayyy…” Ladybug extended the word for a beat. “So why did Chat Noir choose Adrien’s body guard to be Chat for a day?” Based on the fact that Ladybug knew he was Adrien’s bodyguard and her use of the nickname only a few of Adrien’s friends used, Gregory was pretty sure the hero standing in front of him was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. All the times Adrien called Marinette “just a friend” flashed through Greg’s mind and he had to hold himself back from laughing.

Upon seeing the skepticism on Ladybug’s face, Gregory’s humor was replaced with panic. What if she connected that Adrien was Chat Noir because she’d recognized him. It wouldn’t be too far of a leap to make. Ladybug smiled. “Of course, Chat must know how amazing Adrien is and with him being so busy, he went to the person who’s able to protect Adrien so well.” Gregory wanted to facepalm and cheer at the same time. On one hand, Greg was glad he wasn’t the reason Ladybug found out Adrien was Chat Noir but on the other, how completely dense were these kids? The akuma roared from across the street. “Okay, let’s get this done.” A fierce determination appeared on Ladybug’s face as she launched herself across the street.

Gregory vaulted off the roof, over shooting slightly and landing directly on the akuma, knocking it down. Ladybug stood stunned a few steps away, quickly shaking herself out of it. “Grab the wrench in their back pocket and cataclysm it.” Gregory did as Ladybug said, calling on the destructive power and disintegrated the akumatized object.

Ladybug purified the butterfly and Gregory held up a fist for the signature Ladybug and Chat Noir fist bump. She looked at her hand and smiled sheepishly up at him. “Um, sorry, but that’s kind of Chat Noir and mine’s thing. Um, like the real Chat Noir. We could high five?” Ladybug held up her hand and Gregory chuckled as he high fived her. The miraculous beeped on his finger. “Welp, looks like you have to go.”

“Looks like I do. It was nice working with you, see you later Marinette.” Gregory heard a shrill shriek behind him as he vaulted back to the Agreste mansion. He went through Adrien’s still open window, his transformation releasing as he entered. Adrien was still in bed, but he’d brought his laptop to his bed and was staring at the just ended live steam on the ladyblog.

Adrien looked up as Gregory was taking off the ring. “What did you say to Ladybug? She looked horrified as you left.”

Greg shrugged. “I used her civilian name.”

Vaulting out of bed, Adrien stumbled over to him. “You know who she is?”

“Well, it’s pretty obvious.” Adrien’s mouth dropped open as he gawked up at the bodyguard.

“What?” Gregory nodded. “Either I’m so sick I’m hallucinating or you’re actually telling me you know who my lady it.” Greg smirked.

“Let’s just say you should observe the people around you a bit better. Who knows, she might end up being just a friend.” Based on the dumbfounded look on Adrien’s face and the fact that these kids hadn’t realized who the other is yet, Gregory knew he wasn’t giving too much away. Plus, he got to laugh to himself over his own play on Adrien’s past words.

The blond shook his head. “Nope, don’t tell me anything more. We aren’t revealing anything until we’ve both said we’re ready for that.” Both of them were adorably infuriating, Gregory couldn’t wait to watch this love square unfold.

Gregory handed the cat miraculous back to it’s rightful owner and Adrien slipped it back on his finger. They watched as Plagg shot off to the plate of cheese Adrien left on his desk. “Hey, thank you for taking over for the day Gorilla. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

Placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder, Gregory smiled down at Adrien. “I may be your body guard Adrien, but you’re like family to me. I’ll always to my best to help you out when you need it. Plus, it was actually kind of fun, especially freaking Ladybug out like that.”

Adrien wrapped his arms around Greg in a fierce hug as he sobbed lightly. It enraged Gregory that Adrien was shown such little affection that something so simple could affect him so much. If Adrien ever asked him to be a fill in Chat Noir again, Gabriel Agreste was certainly getting a visit and a punch in the face. Patting Adrien on the back, Gregory turned the blond towards his bed. “Now get some rest. I’m guessing instead of sleeping, you watched the livestream on the ladyblog.”

“Well, I mean, yeah, obviously. I wasn’t going to miss it. Awesome job with the akuma by the way. Falling on them is something that’s never worked for me before.” Adrien laughed.

Smiling, Gregory steered Adrien to his bed. “Sleep, now. You won’t get better if you don’t get enough rest.” The boy slipped under the covers and Gregory made his way to the door. “Goodnight Adrien.”

“Goodnight Gorilla. Thank you again.” Gregory flipped off the light to his boy’s room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

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Crackmas || Day 10

Crackmas Day 10 || That Didn't Go As Planned || Alya convinces Marinette to use her clumsiness for good and shoot an infomercial. Let's just say that girl can be a little too clumsy even when she's trying.

Rated G || 546 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

Buy me a Coffee?

But Wait, There’s More!

“Alright Marinette, take 15 and we’ll pick back up with the actual product. Very good job so far.” The director of the informercial smiled at Marinette, giving her a thumbs up.

“Thank you.” Marinette rushed over to Alya, who was standing near the refreshments table. “Alya, this was such an amazing idea!”

“I told you. Who would be better at messing things up more for an informercial than the clumsiest girl I know?” Marinette gasped in mock offense. “Oh, come on, you know I’m right. You have a future in making tupperware fall out of cupboards if your fashion career doesn’t work out.”

“I’d love to be able to disagree but, you’re right.” Marinette laughed. “Hey, if I get my name out there in the informercial scene, it might pay for the fabric for my online store.”

“See it’s perfect!” A few minutes of chatting later, the director called Marinette back to the set. “Go kill it Marinette, you got this.”

“Thanks, Alya.” After a quick hug with her bestie, Marinette marched back over to the set with a determined look on her face.

-o-o-o-o-o-

Nino called moments after Marinette walked back over to continue shooting and Alya stepped out to take the call. When the call ended and Alya walked back in to watch the rest of Marinette’s take, the bluenette was on fire.

No, she was literally on fire. Marinette was shrieking as she wacked the arm of her jacket with a dish towel. An assistant rushed over with a bucket of water, drenching Marinette. The director walked over to Marinette after she’d been put out and gently pulled her aside.

Marinette walked over to Alya, not nearly as chipper as when she’d started. “I got fired.”

“Because this is a serious situation, I won’t make a joke about you literally being on fire and getting fired. What happened? I was only gone for like, two seconds. Wait a minute, there wasn’t even any fire on set?” The two girls began to walk out of the building as Marinette told her tale.

“Well, they had me start using the product being sold when we restarted. I dropped it in the first take, I broke one in the second take, and well, you saw how the third take went. Who knew spontaneous combustion was actually a thing that could happened.” Alya doubled over in laughter, only able to make it to a bench on the sidewalk before she completely collapsed. Marinette burst into laughter, falling onto the bench next to her best friend.

Finally able to compose themselves a few minutes later, Marinette continued. “It’s not the end of the world though. He said they will still use my ‘destroy everything’ takes because they were the best out of everyone’s and that they’ll probably call me back to do more ‘before’ takes like that.”

Alya shook her head, chuckling. “Only you would look on the bright side of getting fired because you actually caught yourself on fire.”

Marinette bounced up from the bench, pulling Alya up with her. “What can I say, I’m an optimist. Now, let’s go to the fabric store because this charred bit of sleeve has me inspired.”

Alya fell into laughter again as she let Marinette pull her down the sidewalk.

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Crackmas || Day 3

Crackmas Day 3 || Ships || The Adrienette ship has finally sailed and Alya has decided to do a little something special for the occasion. Bring on the confetti!

Rated G || 569 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

Buy me a Coffee?

The Song Nino Plays

The S.S. Adrienette

Adrien and Marinette walked hand in hand down to the Seine where Alya had told the new couple to meet her. It was a mystery to them both why the meeting place was by the river, it wasn’t a place their group of friends frequented often. Marinette looked up at Adrien to find him watching her. “What?”

“Have I told you how beautiful you look today?” Face flaming, Marinette hid herself in the palm Adrien wasn’t holding. She heard him snicker beside her as he squeezed her clasped hand lightly. “Come on Bugaboo, don’t hide that lovely blush from me. It’s become my favorite color.” The two lovebirds were too wrapped up in their conversation to notice they were nearing Alya and Nino until they heard a fake gagging sound.

They both looked up to see Nino faux gagging on his pointer finger. “You guys are disgustingly cute.” Alya lightly shoved her boyfriend.

Adrien adoringly looked at Marinette. “Don’t I know it.” He looked up at his best friend, smirking. “But, you say that like Alya and you aren’t equally as disgustingly cute.”

Alya laughed when Nino nodded in agreement. “While it’s true Nino and I are absolutely adorable, you two are on another level. Which, is why we are here.” Until that moment, Alya had kept her hands behind her back, hiding something out of sight from the new couple.

It was a toy boat that Alya turned sidewise, displaying the name for Marinette and Adrien to see. Scrawled at the end flank of the boat was the name “S.S. Adrienette.” Marinette groaned as Adrien curled over in laughter. “Alya, why do you have that?”

“Don’t you mean, why did I make this beautiful masterpiece?” Alya held the boat into the air, similar to Rafiki holding up Simba. “Well, my dear bestie, it is time for the Adrienette ship to finally sail.”

Adrien raise his and Marinette’s still clasped hands. “Hate to break it to you but the ship has already kind of sailed.” Alya rolled her eyes.

“Okay, well, this is a physical manifestation of my favorite ship finally sailing. I’m more excited that you two are together than Ladybug and Chat Noir.” Marinette and Adrien laughed nervously, Alya being too wrapped up in her ship to notice. “Alright let’s set the S.S. Adrienette sailing!”

Nino’s role in this little event was revealed when pulled out his phone to play a song about a sailing ship. Marinette and Adrien watched Alya crouch down at the bank of the river, setting the little boat in the rushing water, but still holding on. “Nino, the confetti?” Colorful rainbow confetti suddenly rained down on the toy ship as Nino reached into his pocket, tossing the little bits of paper. Alya let go of the S.S. Adrienette, sending it quickly down the river.

Getting up, Alya went to stand beside her boyfriend, both of them going into a somber looking salute as the current sent the ship sailing.

Adrien couldn’t hold himself back any longer as he went to the ground in a laughing fit. Unfortunately, he didn’t think to release Marinette’s hand first, bring her down with him, making him laugh even harder. Marinette blew at her bangs that were now covering her eyes and looked up at her friends. “You guys are ridiculous.” Alya winked at her best friend, finally sending Marinette into peals of laughter.

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Crackmas Day 5: Reveal

Ayyy, catching up with another little short ficlet. In the minor character discord we decided to call these three the owl squad, so enjoy~

FF | AO3

Day 5: Reveal

Alix Kubdel had her secrets. Secrets she vowed to take to her grave which is why she cursed herself one fateful night for getting sloppy. For so long she’d been careful, ensuring she was never being watched or followed, barring herself off from the world for a few short hours while she indulged in her darkest secret. She supposed it was her own fault for not being more cautious, but how was she supposed to anticipate this happening?

All she could do now was sink into her couch and hide her face as Kim and Max stood dumbstruck in the door of her bedroom, eyes wide and mouths agape while her face burned with shame. She supposed it was fortunate that it was these two buffoons who found out as she was usually pretty good at controlling them, and it wouldn’t take much convincing to get them to keep their mouths shut. Still, she didn’t like anyone having something embarrassing to lord over her head, and this was probably one of Alix’s most tightly kept secrets.

“You like rom-coms?” Kim gasped, a wide smirk spreading across his cheeks.

“No, I was just watching this to make fun of it,” She tried to no avail, and Kim and Max exchanged cheesy grins.

“Alix likes romantic comedies!” Max shouted, and she felt her blood boiling.

“Shut up, you jerks!” She stomped her foot, cheeks flush.

“What? Whoa, hey, no, this is great news,” Kim said, holding up defensive hands as she raised the pillow in preparation to attack. “Max and I love rom-coms. We have a movie night every Thursday, and we never invited you cause we didn’t know you were into that kind of stuff.”

“Oh, and you’re just about to the best part of The Proposal too!” Max clapped, crawling onto the bed beside her, followed by Kim. Alix eyed them for a moment, tense, but as they settled in she felt her shoulders relax.

“If you two tell anyone about this, I will run your underwear up a flag pole,” She said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning back against her pillows.

“This is all our little secret. No one can ever find out,” Kim said, and Max nodded in agreement.

“Good.”

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Crackmas || Day 9

Crackmas Day 9 || Brotp || When Kim struggles with finally asking Max out, he goes to his bro for life, Marinette, for encouragement.

Rated T || 646 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Prompts can be found here from @mlcrackmas

Buy me a Coffee?

Just Go For It

“Marinette, my dearest friend, light of my life, the only girl who has ever seen my penis, I need your help.” Kim suck out his bottom lip and clasped his hands together in a pleading motion as he stood in front of Marinette’s desk after class.

Poking his bottom lip, Marinette laughed. “Just because I’m the only girl who ever will see you’re your penis, doesn’t mean you have to bring it up all the time, don’t make it gross. We were four and covered in powdered sugar, which you spilled all over us mind you. Of course, we needed to take a bath.” Kim got down on his knees and pushed his lips out farther. “Mon Dieu, get off the floor Kim, you know I’ll help you.”

Kim beamed, getting up and slinging an arm around his petite friend. “See Marinette, this is why you’re my best friend.”

Marinette’s voice was deadpan as she looked at Kim unimpressed. “Mhhhmmm, and what about Max? I thought he replaced me as your best friend a long time ago?” Marinette quirked a brow as red bloomed across Kim’s cheeks.

“Well, um, about that. I don’t want him to be my best friend. I want him to be my boyfriend.” Marinette hopped slightly, squealing in delight. Kim’s blush deepened. “I wanted your help with how to ask him out, and I’m also kind of nervous about what would happen if he rejected me. We’ve both discussed sexuality before and I know he’s bi, but just because he’s into guys doesn’t mean he’s into me. What if he just likes me as a friend? I mean, I’m okay with just being friends if he doesn’t want to have a romantic relationship with me, but if that’s the case, I don’t want this to change our entire friendship.”

Marinette rubbed Kim’s back in a gentle circular motion, trying to calm the boy who was working himself into a frenzy. “Hey, you don’t see the way Max looks at you. He gives you even dopier looks then I would give Adrien before we were together.”

Kim snorted. “Is that even possible?” Seeming to ponder for a moment, Kim snapped his fingers in a faux ‘ah ha’ moment. “It is possible since Adrien gives you even dopier looks now that you are together. I honestly don’t think anyone could top the looks he gives you.”

Laughing, Marinette lightly punched Kim in the arm. “Hey, he’s a romantic, it’s adorable. You’re right though, no one can top a signature Adrien Agreste love struck look, but Max is a close second.”

Remembering that this conversation was actually about his own future relationship, Kim frowned. “I’m just scared. How did you and Adrien finally admit your feelings for each other? I don’t think you ever told me.”

Marinette hesitated. “Um, well, let’s just say that was a day full of revealing important information.” Kim’s brows drew together in question, but before he could ask anything further, Marinette continued. “Ours was a unique situation, but we’re talking about you and Max here. Everyone knows you’ll get together eventually.”

“Really?” Kim looked at Marinette in shock. “Are we the only ones?”

Marinette waved a hand flippantly in the air. “Now you are. Everyone else has already gotten together; Adrien and I, Nino and Alya, Rose and Juleka, Chloe and Nath. I was honestly shocked that Chloe and Nathanael got together before you and Max.”

Kim sputtered. “Wow, I didn’t even know.”

“Trust me Kim, everything is going to work out. Max likes you. Just go for it.” Marinette placed a hand on Kim’s shoulder in reassurance as a determined look settled over Kim’s face.

Years down the road, Marinette would give her Best Woman speech at Kim and Max’s wedding, letting everyone know how nervous Kim had been to ask his now husband out, much to Kim’s mortification.