A new fic I'm planning with the amazing pepper-bottom on tumblr. Camp Counselor AU, guys. We're doing it :D
Synopsis: It's a summer of friendship bracelets and campfires; a summer of capture the flag and middle-of-the-night hide and seek. Why would you ever want to be anywhere else?
Prologue
DISCLAIMER: UNFORTUNATELY, MY BRAIN WAS NOT MAGICAL ENOUGH TO CREATE THE MASTERPIECE THAT IS LADYNOIR
Marinette grins as she watches the trees fly past in a rush of pine and cedar. Wrinkling her nose against the musty smell of her father's battered minivan, she cracks open her window and inhales a lungful of fresh air. Almost there, she thinks to herself.
"We're almost there," a voice behind her echoes the thought excitedly. Turning her gaze from the window, she grins at the girl seated in the backseat beside her, who beams back and leans over the middle row of seats to call, "Thanks so much for giving me a ride, Monsieur Dupain! Sorry you had to drive all the way to the other side of town to pick me up," she continues apologetically.
"But of course, Alya!" Tom Dupain replies cheerfully. "You have always been like my Mari's sister, after all. That makes you a daughter to me!" Alya leans back in her seat, pleased, as Tom's merry chuckles seem to fill the car with warmth. The two best friends share a smile; he's right. They've been together since they were 7, and it doesn't matter that they go to different schools for most of the year; they see each other every summer at the best camp in the world.
**BEEP**
The girls are startled out of their reverie as Tom honks the horn enthusiastically. "We're here, girls!"
Marinette's eyes snap back to the window; the lush green has now been replaced by a large body of water that's startlingly blue and glinting with the reflection of bright sunlight.
"Mari, look!" Alya tugs on her arm, and Marinette leans over just in time to catch a glimpse of the old-fashioned sign stationed on the side of the road. It's worn out and faded after so many years on duty, but Marinette knows what it says. She's had enough memories of this exact situation from the last 8 years to have its words engraved in her mind.
— Welcome to Camp Kwami! —
Alya grins. "Yup, we're here."
Buckle your seatbelts; we're in for a wild ride XD
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Lotsa love,
Tiffany, out.