Hey guys! This is my first time using this website, but isn't my first time writing fanfiction! Honestly, this website is kinda difficult (am I the only one who thinks this?) Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy this fanfiction!
Adrenaline was pumping through the girl's veins. Her bluenette pigtails bounced and flew in the air as the chill, crisp wind put up a weak fight. The layer of snow building up crunched under her new early Christmas present boots. The light, delicate snowflakes decorated the girl's body. She ran across the crosswalk, not paying attention to the cars—or lack thereof—that were usually on the busy road. Happiness bubbled in her chest, threatening to pop and make her heart explode. She was so happy she could cry.
Marinette three the bakery door open in excitement. Her parents, understandably startled, stopped what they were doing and turned around to see their daughter grinning from ear to ear. "Marinette, how many times do we have to tell you to not slam the door? The glass may shatter!" Sabine scolded.
Marinette ignored her mother's warning. "Mom! Dad! Guess what I got?!" she yelled, bouncing up and down in happiness.
"What is it, Honey?" Tom asked, washing the frosting off of his hands.
Marinette slammed the unopened envelope on the front counter. She squeed as her mother picked up the envelope with care as though it were fragile. Her brows furrowed as she investigated it, Sabine's eyes gazed over every inch of the envelope before her eyes landed on the emblem seal. Her eyes widened.
"Why would you have gotten a letter from the Agrestes?" Sabine asked, her tone carrying confusion. Tom came over and placed a hand on his wife's shoulder, taking a look at the envelope she was holding.
"Because!" Was all Marinette could get out of her throat.
Tom took the envelope into his own hands, looking at it further. A moment later, he extended the envelope out to his daughter. "You seem pretty excited, maybe you should open it," he said with a tight-lipped grin. Marinette yanked the envelope out of her father's hand and tugged her wool knitted mittens off, throwing them behind her.
She stopped herself, forcing herself to take a breather. She inhaled and exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself down enough to not rip the envelope into millions of pieces. Once confident enough to start opening it, she began to pick at the wax sealing, hoping she could keep in intact in one piece. Her attempts were successful in keeping the seal intact, but not with the rest of the envelope. Once she got the flap open, her heart pounded out of her chest, seeing the card.
With a jittery hand, she pinched the card and slowly took it out of the white envelope, revealing a porcelain white card with a thick cloud grey border and ruby red calligraphy that read, "Happy Holidays". Marinette was shaking, opening the card. Tension filled the room, her parents holding each other's hands tightly. Sabine bit her lip.
A few seconds later the room quickly filled with screams from Marinette. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she yelled repeatedly.
"Can we see it?" Sabine asked. Marinette extended her arm out with a bold jolt. Her mother took the card out of her daughter's hand with force, opening the card gingerly.
Sabine opened the card wide opened, letting her husband read it as well. "Dear Guest," Sabine read aloud. "It is with great pleasure that you are invited to the annual Agreste Holiday Party!" she read out, her mocha brown eyes lighting up. "Oh, Honey! We're so excited for you!" She placed the card on the counter and rushed over to give her daughter a big hug.
While the two were hugging each other, Tom picked up the card and opened it again, seeing what else was written inside of it. "The theme of the party is Multicultural, so please dress accordingly. Please note that by attending this party, you agree for any form of media that shows you in it can be shown publicly, such as the television, the newspaper, and etcetera. If you cannot attend, please call…" Tom let his voice trail off as he read the rest of the letter. He placed the card down with care as he walked over to his wife and daughter. The two broke up the hugging session as Tom began to talk. "I'm so happy for you, Sweetie." He and his daughter shared a quick hug before she snatched the card off of the counter and dashed upstairs.
Marinette ran up the stairs in twos, slammed the door behind her, and threw her card onto her desk by the computer as she shrugged her backpack off and spun herself into her desk chair with grace. Realizing that she had a friend with her, she clicked her purse open, letting Tikki free. "Isn't that just the best thing to have ever happened?!" Marinette shouted.
"Please don't slam the door!" Sabine hollered.
"Sorry, mom!" Was all Marinette said in response as she opened her backpack and dug around for her fashion sketchbook.
Tikki zipped over to the front of Marinette's face. "You sound happy, what happened?" Tikki asked, her antennas drooping, signaling confusion.
Marinette began explaining what all had happened while continuing to search for her sketchbook, starting from the beginning of the day.
"Tikki, I'm just over the moon happy! It all started this morning when I noticed Adrien wasn't at school." Marinette let out a sigh of disappointment before continuing with the story. "And then Nathalie, Mr. Agreste's assistant, came into the class and addressed us, saying that Adrien was sick but the annual Agreste Holiday Party invitations needed to be passed out. She had two envelopes in her hand."
Tikki decided to interject. "I remember you talking about it a week or so ago. Don't Chloe and Sabrina get the invitations?" she asked, tilting her head slightly.
Marinette pulled out her sketchbook and pouch of pencils and placed them on the sewing desk, shoving the loose fabric pieces aside. "Yea, but guess what?" Marinette squeaked out.
"What?" Tikki asked with gleeful anticipation.
"Nathalie walked over and gave Sabrina one, then walked past Chloe and stood right in front of Alya's and my desk. She then placed the envelope on my side of the desk and scooted it closer to me before turning around and walking off!" Marinette yelled, pushing herself back from the desk and kicking her legs frantically in excitement. "Isn't that amazing, Tikki? I got invited to the Agreste Holiday Party this year!"
Tikki's eyes widened. "No way! I'm so happy for you, Marinette!" she chimed, zooming all around. "Where's the card?" she asked.
"By the computer," she told Tikki, opening her sketchbook to the next available page. Tikki used her strength to open the card, which was surprisingly heavy. Tikki began reading the card while Marinette began to brainstorm dress ideas.
"Multicultural, huh?" Tikki asked. "Maybe you could tap into your Chinese side of your family?" she suggested.
Marinette's head popped up. "Tikki, that's it!" Usually, she had to draw several sketches of different dress ideas, but with such an amazing idea given to her, all she needed to do was figure out the nitty-gritty details of the dress.
Time passed by. A lot of it. Rather than doing homework like expected, the bluenette sat at her desk, focused on drawing the perfect dress. Above or below knees? What should the pattern be? Floral like a typical Chinese dress or should she put her own twist on it? During the course of the time sitting and sketching out ideas, she would get up and wander around, use the restroom, stretch. At one point she decided to change out of her sugar cookie cable knitted sweater and into something more cooler. While it was the dead of winter, Marinette's room got quite hot. She didn't want to open the balcony door, fearing that the snow may get into her room. In the end, she found herself comfortable in a black tank top.
It was late in the afternoon by the time either one of them spoke again. Tikki was the one to break the silence. "Should I turn the news on?" she asked.
Marinette stopped what she was doing and looked up at her kwami friend. "Sure, I can do it. Besides, this silence is killing me, anyway." Marinette pushed her chair to the other side of the desk, turning on her computer and getting it connected to the local news. She scooted back and continued drawing.
"Most kids are now out of school for the next two weeks for winter break!" the news anchor chimed. Marinette tuned out the sound and continued to draw. A few minutes later, she decided to tune in to the news again. "...and on Christmas Eve, our Department of Environmental Management says that the local ponds in Paris will be clear to ice skate." Marinette turned around and saw her shoe box that contained her ice skates. A grin grew on her face before she turned back around and continued to listen to the news. "Our team has just received news of someone, or something, wreaking havoc near the Eiffel Tower!" Marinette froze and focused all of her attention on her computer monitor.
Live footage was shown on the screen. The person causing trouble had pale skin, almost matching the color of the fresh snow. Their hair was a golden blond, tied up in a high ponytail and part of it jagging out, the bangs following the same thing. They wore a body tight suit and adorned an extra four limbs. Their body suit was a dark, holographic blue-green with rotten yellow jagged and stripe designs. Their eyes resembled one of a wasp or hornet, and a large stinger was noticed on their behind.
"If only Ladybug and the crew were here!" the news anchor cried out. Marinette stood up, looking around for Tikki.
"Tikki!" she called out. The little kwami zipped over.
"What's up?" she asked, turning around to look at the monitor.
"Paris needs Ladybug!" Marinette chimed out. "Tikki, spots on!"
After transforming into the hero in need, she pulled out her phone and began calling her fighting mates.
First, Chat Noir. Voicemail, as usual. "Hey Chat, it's me, Ladybug. I need you to meet me at the Eiffel Tower. There's another villain to fight. Be there soon!" She hung up.
Next, Volpina. She answered. "Hey, meet me at- you know. Of course you do. Meet ya there!" She hung up.
Finally, Queen Bee. Voicemail, unusual. "Hey Queen Bee, it's Ladybug. We need you at the Eiffel Tower now. Bye!" She hung up.
Ladybug opened the balcony doors leading outside. Closing the doors behind her, she pulled out her yo-yo, ready to travel. "How odd for Queen Bee to not answer."