Hi everyone! Here is a Christmas themed fanfic for you all.


Hundreds and thousands of tiny snowflakes are dancing through the chilly winter air; hovering above the city before landing softly onto the frozen ground. People are shielding themselves from the cold, hiding their faces in knitted scarves, turning away from the wind. Children are playing in the snow, laughing and building snowmen; adults are sitting on the benches nearby watching over their kids. Every single parent is so very proud of their little Jim or Alice, admiring their snowman, no matter how imperfect and faulty it is. The don't mind that the snowman's left hand is much bigger than the other, or that it's head is tilled to the side and is almost falling down. They don't mind at all, they just love their children and they are simply so proud of them.

There's a boy walking along one of the sidewalks, too old to play in the snow but too young to have someone to watch over. He just stands there awkwardly, wishing he was one of those careless children, just playing and having fun, wishing his parents were proud of him. Well, with his mother gone, just his father. But he could never be worthy of that, always just a disappointment, a failure. He's used to hearing that. He's used to being that - a disappointment. Or at least thinking he is. He does everything his father wants him to, yet it is never enough. He is never enough.

Hours later, when the sky starts to darken, he's still there, still watching his surroundings. But there are no children anymore; the only proof they were ever there being the snowmen built all over the park. When the last person disappears in the distance he sighs heavily. He's shivering with cold, though he is wrapped tightly in his coat, his cheeks are red, his lips chapped.

"Let's go home, Adrien," says a quiet voice from inside his pocket. When he says nothing in return, the small black creature flies out.

"Plagg…" is the only thing Adrien manages to whisper. His voice is sad and broken, nothing the little kwami is used to and that worries him. A lot. Even though Adrien never had an easy life, he somehow managed to remain his happy self. Being Chat Noir, the Parisian superhero probably helped a lot, both Plagg and Adrien know that. So when after a while Adrien says: "Plagg, claws out!" the little black kwami sighs. But it's a sigh of relief.


Meanwhile, on the other side of Paris, a certain blue haired girl is talking to her own kwami.

"But, Tikki…" she starts, only to be interrupted by the cheerful and always optimistic red kwami.

"Don't worry, Marinette," she says while flying around her in circles, "Chat will love the bracelet, I'm sure of that. He'd love any present, even if it's just a simple sugar cookie."

"You think?" Marinette asks uncertainly from where she's sitting on the floor. In her hands, there is the delicate silver bracelet, a Christmas present for her friend and partner Chat Noir. From the thin chain hangs a small circle pendant with exactly five tiny dots. It has the same pattern as her yoyo.

Tikki stops circling around her charger and sits on Marinette's knee. She forces Marinette to look at her, and then she declares with absolute certainty: "Chat will absolutely love it, because you're the one giving it to him. He'll love it because he loves you."

"Tikki!" shouts Marinette, shocked by what her kwami just said.

"But it's true, Marinette," says Tikki, once again flying up into the air when Marinette stands up and starts pacing up and down the room. After a minute of thinking, Marinette says with a frown: "He doesn't love me, he loves Ladybug." Tikki shakes her head and opens her mouth to say something, probably to oppose her charger, but before she can say anything at all, Marinette blurts out: "No, Tikki, don't… I know what you're going to say – that I am Ladybug -, but don't. I…"

"I know it's hard, being both Marinette and Ladybug," interrupts Tikki, "and I know that sometimes you feel like they're two different people, that they are not alike at all. But they are you. You are you… Anyways, Marinette, you're still yourself even when you're Ladybug. You cannot separate Ladybug and Marinette because they are the same person. Does that make any sense to you?"

"Actually, it does," says Marinette with a smile. But then she looks at the clock and her smiles disappears. It's already half past nine and she's late for patrol. She takes a deep breath and yells: "Tikki, spots on!"


On her way to their usual meeting spot, she passes around the park. She sees all the funny shaped snowmen and laughs to herself. Building snowmen must be fun, she assumes. She hasn't built one for years. She smiles happily at the memories and continues in her route. She notices those white snowflakes once again falling from the now dark sky.

"It's snowing," she says cheerfully while jumping from one building to another. At first, she didn't like the idea of snow under her feet. She thought she would slip on it and fall, but she soon discovered there's nothing to be worried about. Regardless the snow or ice, she always landed perfectly. Maybe it was her suit that helped her deal with the slippery surface and maybe she was just so used to jumping on the rooftops, but it felt easier than walking.

From above she watched the city, admiring its beauty. Everything was covered in white, hidden under a thick layer of snow. Paris was simply beautiful at night. And especially during Christmas time.


When she finally arrives on top of the Eiffel Tower, Chat's already there, waiting for her. He's facing away from her, watching the city just like she did just a while ago.

"Good evening, Chaton," she greets him with a smile. She prepares herself for his awful puns, for his flirtatious comments, simply for anything and everything he could possibly say, but instead of: "Good evening to you too, My Lady. Isn't today's weather absolutely purrfect? There's snow way you don't like it!", he simply says: "Hi."

Something's wrong, something's terribly wrong. The Chat Noir she knows wouldn't miss a chance to throw a pun. But the one in front of her just did.

"Chat?" she asks hesitantly while taking a step towards him, "are you okay?" She lays her hand on his shoulder and she can feel his heavy exhale.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he says, looking at the ground, "I was just thinking."

But he doesn't sound or look okay, not at all. His shoulders are tense, his hair messier than usual – probably from running his hands through it many times – and when he lifts his gaze to look at Ladybug, she can see sadness in his eyes.

"Kitty," she whispers, taking both of his hands into hers. She steps closer and looks up at her partner. But before she can say or do anything, Chat pulls her into a tight hug. At first, she just stands still, not sure how to react, but then after a few seconds, she wraps her hands around Chat's neck bringing him even closer to her. He lets out a shaky exhale and buries his face in Ladybug's neck. She runs her hand through his disheveled hair and whispers softly: "Don't worry, Kitty, everything will be alright. I promise."

Oh, how he wants to believe her.


I hope you enjoyed. Let me know what you think :D