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mcheang · 4 years

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Adrien’s Christmas Carol

Where our Prince Sunshine is supposed to be Scrooge. Lol. I was surprised by what I came up with. Still I claim this as a draft because I’m not fully satisfied with the ending. I wanted to give it Adrienette but had to settle for Ladynoir. Oh yeah, this story happens before oniichan.

It was Christmas Eve and the class was holding an informal party at the park tomorrow.

The class is helping Marinette and Alya decorate the space. As usual, Adrien is held off by Chinese tution, Lila pretended to have a conference with Ali, and Chloe just can’t be bothered.

At Chinese tution, Master Fu asks Adrien to look after Wayzz while he goes to hidden locations to retrieve more secrets. Wayzz will be his guide should they need assistance.

Adrien is thrilled to be in the loop. He would have expected this to be Ladybug’s task.

Master Fu: Ladybug has proven her trustworthiness. Now it is time for you to prove yourself.

Adrien: I won’t let you down!

As Adrien prepared to get ready for bed, he had an unexpected visitor, Tikki.

Tikki: Adrien, why haven’t you told everyone the truth about Lila? She’s continuing to lie to your class.

Adrien: good evening, Tikki. Lila’s lies are harmless. She’s just boasting about connections she doesn’t have.

Tikki: she’s lying to your friends. She’s been insinuating that Ladybug is a lousy superhero for not capturing Hawkmoth already. She’s making false promises to your friends. And in case you haven’t noticed, she’s starting to badmouth Marinette to the class.

Adrien: that’s because Marinette keeps on trying to expose her lies.

Tikki: So why aren’t you helping her? Why are you just watching from the sidelines?

Adrien: it will only make matters worse if we make Lila angry enough to attract an akuma.

Tikki: and do Marinette’s feelings not matter? What about your class? Eventually Lila’s lies will be revealed. Do you think their outrage won’t attract an akuma? You are only enabling her behavior and letting her get worse.

Plagg floated by with his midnight snack. He decided to add his own input from listening to the class’ conversations with his keen hearing.

Plagg: I tried to tell him, Sugarcube. He’s got to stop letting people get away with this stuff. Adrien, your friends are already doubting your reliability.

Adrien: what do you mean, Plagg? It’s not my fault that I have a busy schedule.

Plagg: not about that. About having their backs in times of crisis. Chloe listens to you and tries to be nice for your sake. But you were all too happy to let her continue her mean streak after one party of forced niceties. Don’t think your friends didn’t notice you smiling at her attitude while she insulted their macaroons. Mylène was crying!

Adrien was stunned to realize how his actions must have looked to his friends.

Plagg: Marinette was one of your staunchest defenders. She puts up with Chloe partly for your sake. But now you don’t even have her back regarding Lila. Sooner or later, even she’s going to be tired of your laidback attitude.

Adrien felt teary-eyed. Wayzz noticed and offered his own piece of advice.

Wayzz: Adrien, you may not see anything wrong with your actions. But that’s understandable. You are new to the outside world and social interactions. But perhaps try to think of other perspectives.

What do you see in your future with regards to your friends’ perspectives?

Adrien’s tears fell at last.

He saw a future where all his friends have started to leave him out of their social circles. Interactions would be pleasant, but invitations would not be extended. He would only have Lila clinging to him for his fame, and Chloe sparing him in her bullying as usual.

Adrien: I see my friends leaving me behind with Chloe and Lila.

Wayzz: and would you be happy being friends just with them?

Adrien: No! Don’t get me wrong, Chloe’s my Friend but she’s horrible. And Lila is just fake. I don’t want my social circle to consist of just them!

Wayzz: but that is the sort of Friends your actions earn you. If you want nice and honest friends, you have to be honest, too.

Adrien sniffed. “I know. I understand that now.”

Tikki: good. Then please expose Lila as soon as possible. If I have to hear one more time about how she’s my Best Friend, I’m going to give her tooth decay. Well...Plagg will!

Plagg: aren’t you supposed to be the responsible one?

Tikki gives Plagg a scary look that promises cheese mould. Plagg wisely stuffs his mouth with cheese.

The next day, Adrien showed up at the Christmas party.

As usual, Chloe insults the decorations.

Adrien: that’s enough Chloe. If you think this party is lame, then why don’t you just leave?

Everyone oohs.

Chloe: Adrikins, how could you?

Adrien: I told you we would be friends only if you stayed nice. And you’ve been awful since your party. You haven’t changed at all. And I meant what I said. I don’t want to be friends with a bully.

And then he turns and walks away with a stunned Nino.

Chloe stammers and runs away. Hopefully she will think about her actions as her father lavishes presents on her.

Lila starts apologising for Ladybug’s absence.

Adrien: oh, right. Lila, I’ve been meaning to ask, when did you and Ladybug make up?

Alya: what do you mean?

Lila: oh, Adrien was present when Ladybug and I got into a huge fight over my safety and how I blabbed about being best friends with her.

Adrien: nooo, she tore into you for saying you were best friends and using her fame when she never even met you before.

Alya: So you and Ladybug were never even friends?

Lila: we are now! We made it up after I turned into Volpina.

Adrien: where’s your proof, if you don’t mind? I want my knowledge of Ladybug to be verified.

Alya flushes with shame at realising her own mistake.

Lila wildly thought of a reason. She held out her pendant. “See this? Ladybug gave it to me to help her fight Saptosis.”

Alya gapes at Lila, unable to believe the outrageous lies spewing from her mouth.

Nino frowns at Lila.

Adrien innocently says, “That just looks like the necklace you said you got from your Grandmother.”

Lila flounders as Alya spits at her, “You rotten liar. I can’t believe my blog’s credibility is ruined because of you (and my own naivety). Is anything you told us true?

Adrien: well, I’m sure you can ask Ladybug the next time an akuma attacks.

Marinette held up her phone. “And I actually do know Jagged Stone.”

Alya’s face crumbles. “So that’s how you knew the truth. I’m so sorry, Mari. I never should have doubted you.

Adrien: and I’m sorry for not standing up for you sooner. I knew what Chloe and Lila were like and i didn’t do anything about it. I’m sorry, everyone. I’ve been a rotten friend.

Ivan: if you’re a rotten friend, so were we. We believed Lila when she kept badmouthing Marinette. Sure we didn’t exclude Marinette, but we didn’t think to ask her for her side of things.

Marinette: and I forgive you all. We’re only human. We make mistakes all the time. What matters is what we do afterwards.

Nino: like apologize to those we’ve wronged.

And then he glared at Lila again

Lila huffed, “Like it’s my fault you’re gullible idiots.”

So there it was, her nice front finally removed to reveal the hidden backbone.

Rose: why do you have to be like this Lila? All you had to do was apologize and we all could have been friends again.

Lila: as if I want to be friends with losers like you. Why do you think I lied in the first place? I wanted you to do stuff for me.

And then they understood Lila’s reaction. Lila could have claimed regret for lying to make friends. But then she would have no more excuse to skip classes or ridiculous events like Ladybug fairs or planting trees. Why bother to pretend to be so sickeningly sweet to these morons?

When some looked ready to pounce on Lila, Marinette calmly said, “this is an event for friends, Lila. If you don’t want to be our Friend, please leave.”

Lila tossed her hair and left. She only came here to get close to Adrien. But now, she didn’t want to see that tattletale anymore.

Rose: wait...does this mean Lila wasn’t really in Achu this whole time? Then where was she?

Alya: I’ll investigate. It’s part of my job as Vice President anyway. Marinette deserves a break.

Everyone felt downhearted/angry by Lila’s betrayal, guilty for how they had treated Marinette, and just not in the partying mood.

Marinette: investigate tomorrow. Today is Christmas and we spent all this time preparing. It would be a shame to let it all go to waste. Come on everybody; let’s end Christmas on a happy note!

And the class let out a rousing cheer. They dove into the present exchange, snowball fights and roasting s’mores. For the record, Marinette got a lot of apology s’mores.

Tikki was very happy with her Christmas feast.

Wayzz and Plagg congratulated Adrien on a job well done.

Adrien: it was about time I did something. That’s why Master Fu asked me to look after Wayzz, isn’t it? So you could teach me.

Wayzz: no, he really did go on a secret mission. But Christmas has its share of miracles.

For the record, after Christmas, Lila was exposed by Alya to Mrs Rossi and the school faculty. She was promptly expelled.

Chloe could not be genuinely nice but she decided to learn from the phrase, “if you can’t say anything nice, say nothing at all.”

It was enough for Adrien to extend an olive branch. (Hey, it was progress.)

Master Fu was back with a dual lesson for the heroes. They were ready to be trusted with the next stage of their powers.

Chat extended his hand towards Ladybug. “Ready, Partner?”

Ladybug took it, having full trust in her partner. “Ready.”

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lovelylapins · 6 years

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For the 16 prompts: Human Kwamis.

“So, you mean to tell me that your parents just thought I was an American friend who came to visit, and they just let me sleepover last night?”

“Yep, that’s about right. I had to think of something on the spot, and it seemed like the best excuse.” Marinette spins in her chair to face Tikki. She’s laying on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. Or more accurately, looking at her hands which she raised upwards.

Her new, human hands.

“I’ll say,” Tikki lets out. She drops her hands and sits up, looking in awe at how her knees bend to help support her. “I wonder if they’ll force me to go to school with you today.”

“Probably not. But, I’ll take you with me in case I need to transform.” Marinette smiles. “I can finally introduce you to my friends!”

“I hope I don’t get assigned homework,” Tikki mumbles out. She props her head on her knees, the bundle of red hair falling over her face. She blows it away, only for the locks to fall once more in front of her. “Who knew an akuma could be this troublesome? I’m surprised that akuma turned Plagg and I into humans.”

“Plagg?”

“Chat Noir’s kwami,” Tikki reminds her. Marinette nods, a remembrance of the kwami briefly flashing through her mind on the one odd occasion she met him.

“Do you think we can save the day?” Marinette questions. “I mean, once the akuma hit us, we couldn’t even fight properly. We had to escape and detransform while the akuma ran away to do who knows what.”

“It was just from the change in us. Once the kwami is affected, the holder and Miraculous get affected too. I’m sure once we transform again our bodies will relax and we can properly work together.”

“Hopefully. Until then, I guess we’ll just have to work around this and get that akuma before he destroys Paris.” Marinette stands up, getting a glance of the time on her phone.

“Oh no!” she shrieks out. “We have ten minutes before class starts! Quick, get changed!”

“Into what?” Tikki asks, gazing down at her pajamas, which really was Marinette’s that she had lent her last night. When she had parted from Marinette after detransforming and found herself in a human body, Tikki had also found herself lacking much on her, a kwami not wearing clothes leading to a teenage girl, also not wearing clothes.

“Just borrow something of mine. I have more than enough outfits to wear.” Marinette points to her closet, rushing around and digging in drawers to find an outfit for herself. Grabbing hair ties, she hurriedly starts separating her hair. It was hard enough getting ready on her own, but geez was it hard when she was with someone who until yesterday didn’t know how to put on a shirt.

“Maybe I’ll try on a Marinette exclusive!” Tikki exclaims, drawing a laugh from Marinette.

“Good luck finding one not fit for a dinner party.”

With a flourish, Tikki opens the closet doors and runs her hands over the hanging objects, searching for anything. Something comfortable was her first concern, with something easy to throw on her next. Tikki was of course, only kwami.

“Oh boy, we’re gonna be late.” Marinette tosses on her shirt and tries to tug up her jeans in the same breath, stumbling all over her room in an attempt to stay balanced. Finding the first pair of shoes she can, she plops down on the ground and slips them on, hoping their teacher will be late so she’ll have the opportunity to squeeze in next to Alya in peace and place Tikki in the free desks in the back.

“Is this how you wear this?” Tikki asks, struggling with the button on the jeans she picked out.

“Tikki, those are backwards,” Marinette says, shoes slung on and running over to help. She helps her into the jeans correctly, and Tikki manages to slip on a shirt quite well, although it does take some time slipping on a pair of sneakers for her.

“This is uncomfortable!” she groans out, stamping her foot in protest after Marinette’s tied the laces. Hatch leading downstairs open, Marinette rushes down with her bag, beckoning Tikki to follow.

“You can complain later! Right now, we need to run!”

They just barely make it to the school doors, slipping in just as the first bell rings, sounding out a last-minute warning to any students loitering outside of their classrooms. Bouncing up the stairs, Tikki huffs after Marinette, wondering how anyone could have enough stamina to sprint down the street and bounce upstairs without taking a moment’s pause to breathe.

“Here!” Marinette yells out, bouncing through the doors just as the bell rings out. She leans over with her hands placed on her knees, huffing and puffing out an excuse for Tikki, who’s standing behind her, looking very similar and running a thousand thoughts in her mind.

Why can’t I just rest in Marinette’s backpack? Why do I have to do this terrible punishment? Why do humans like to bring this pain onto themselves?

“-so, since she’s from America, I thought it’d be cool to let her see how France schools are, and- “

“Marinette that’s enough. Have Tikki sit in the back, and please bring out your homework.”

Marinette nods, giving Tikki a smile before she goes to her seat. As Tikki walks up the stairs, she can feel the stares of the people Marinette has told her about time and time again, the most dramatic and complicated class of teenagers she’s ever known.

What she doesn’t expect, however, is the student sitting at her desk as well, leaning back in his chair.

“Plagg?” she hisses out, making sure not to draw attention.

“What’s up, Sugarcube?” he asks cheekily, leaning in to rest his arms on the table. He pats the spot next to him, gesturing for her to sit down. “Looks like my holder wasn’t the only one to bring their kwami to school.”

“Lower your voice,” Tikki says, sitting down and casting him a look. She nervously checks if any classmates are listening but finds them drawn into the class discussion, notebooks out and pencils scratching onto the paper. Even Marinette’s head is bowed, not a single glance thrown her way. “I thought I told you not to call me that.”

“Have been since it was invented. Doesn’t mean it gets old, though.” Plagg chuckles, pleased to be reunited with the kwami after so long apart. “So, what’s the lie Marinette used to convince her parents?”

“Online friend. What about you and Adrien?”

“Modeling friend he met while traveling.”

“Modeling? That’s hard to believe,” Tikki teases, earning a slight shove from Plagg.

“So, quite a situation, huh?” he asks, tapping his fingers on the desk. “There’s no way they won’t figure out their identities now.”

“They’ll be fine. Marinette is the most levelheaded person I know.”

“Really?” Plagg throws her a glance.

“Okay, so maybe not the most. But, she’ll handle this better than she would have a few months ago. I trust she won’t freak out as much once she finds out who’s behind the mask.”

“Can’t say the same for Adrien.” Plagg looks over at him, blond hair bouncing every time he raises his hand to answer a question. “The kid’s gonna lose his marbles. He adores Ladybug. I didn’t tell you last time we met, but he has this huge poster in his room, just absolutely the biggest thing, and- “

“Plagg, Marinette has nearly every picture of Adrien known to man in her room.”

“And you’re sure she’ll handle this well?”

“Of course. Trust me! I’m lucky, you know.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m not feeling very lucky right now.”

“Plagg? Tikki?” the teacher calls from the front of the classroom. “I understand you two are guests, but please be mindful of your voices. Otherwise, I’ll have you switch with Adrien and Marinette and partake in the class.”

“Sorry, Madame,” both let out in unison, feeling the gaze of the classroom burn. As Tikki lets her eyes linger on the teacher, she flickers them over to spot Marinette and Adrien. Both are locked in a staredown, silently having a conversation.

In tandem, both throw their heads back to look at Tikki and Plagg, before darting back to each other.

In a heartbeat, it all changes.

Marinette shrieks, clapping her hands over her face and immediately standing up.

“Can I please go to the bathroom?” she asks, voice muffled as her hands are still clamped over her mouth.

Adrien stands up as well, pushing his chair back with a loud screech and looking the most disheveled he’s ever looked in all of his fourteen years spent modeling.

“May I as well?” he asks, voice high pitched and on the verge of cracking. He clears his voice, shifting from one foot to the other.

Their teacher gazes at them confused, one part wanting to ask questions but the other all too tired for something this early in the morning.

“Be back quickly. We’re starting a new chapter when you two return.” She waves a hand, and both bolt for the door, awkwardly stopping once both hands have touched the doorknob. The class observes, eyeing the two as if they’re in a drama.

“You first,” Adrien offers, stepping back.

“No, no, you first.”

“Don’t be silly, my L- Marinette.”

“No, I really think you should open the door.“

“You sure? I really think it’d be best if- “

“Someone open the damn door,” Alya interjects, prompting a harsh look from her teacher but no scolding. Weakly, Marinette opens it, pushing herself through with the force of a thousand men. Adrien follows, feet pounding on the ground.

The class looks at the door in silence, wondering in collect agreement if jumping out of their seats to follow them would be a good idea.

“Class, your classwork. I know you’re all curious, but a grade is much more important right now.”

Sighing, the class turns to their class partner, discussing the passage in the textbook they just read and jotting down new notes. Their teacher sits down pleased, then opens up her email.

LMAO y’all are not gonna BELIEVE what just happened, she starts out her message, addressing it to the other teachers at the school.

“So, I guess they’ve figured it out,” Plagg says, looking at Tikki.

“You know, they’re going in the wrong direction of the bathrooms.”

“You really think they’re going to the bathrooms?”

Tikki sighs, putting her elbow on the table and placing her head in her open hand.

“No, not really,” she says. “Anyways, should we think up plans for defeating that kwami?”

“Well, we have nothing better to do. Might as well.”

“That’s the spirit, Plagg.”

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