A/N. Hello, everyone! Merry Christmas! I can't think of a better way to celebrate than a little LadyNoir fluff. I'm a sucker for holiday fics, so it's impossible not to try and make one of my own. I hope you all like it!
-MISTLETOE MISHAP-
Alya Césaire is a determined girl. It's part of what made her so efficient in running the Ladyblog. She isn't afraid to head straight into an akuma battle if it meant she caught footage of Ladybug and Chat Noir. When her followers wanted to know if LadyNoir was a thing, she cut straight to the chase during her last interview with them even if it earned an annoyed and embarrassed look from Ladybug and a mischievous smirk from Chat Noir (which, by the way, she took as a sign that LadyNoir was very much a thing—or at least on its way there.) When Alya Césaire wanted something done, it got done.
And this Christmas, Alya wants to give Marinette the best Christmas gift she could ever receive: a kiss from the one and only Adrien Agreste.
She can already see the bright red hue of Marinette's face once it happens. A plan begins to unfold in her head and it brings a slow smile to her face.
"Why are you smiling like that?" Nino asks wearily, used to his girlfriend's schemes.
"I've got a plan."
"A plan to what?"
"To get Adrien and Marinette to kiss on the last day of school," Alya squeals.
Nino sighs and rubs a hand on his face. He has long lost count of how many times he's heard her say that and he was slightly dreading whatever plan she had this time. "How are you going to do that?"
"We're going to set up some mistletoe," she says proudly.
It was almost comical how Nino's eyebrows shot up. "We? When did this plan become a 'we'?"
"From the moment I thought of it," Alya shrugs.
"Well," Nino says, "I suppose we should iron out the details since tomorrow is the last day of school."
The grin on Alya's face is worth it.
Alya loses count of the number of mistletoe she and Nino strung up around the school specifically for Adrien and Marinette and yet it seems like it was working for everyone except Adrien and Marinette. She feels like repeatedly bashing her head into a wall after she catches Rose's giggle as she plants a kiss on Juleka's cheek in the cafeteria under the mistletoe she placed for a couple that is certainly not them. She'd even seen Alix put a sloppy kiss on Chloe's cheek after they stepped under the mistletoe much to Chloe's chagrin.
A comforting hand is placed on her shoulder and it takes everything in her not to shrug it off. "At least it's spreading the holiday cheer," Nino says.
"I don't want holiday cheer. I want to smash Marinette and Adrien's skulls together under the mistletoe that we placed and take pictures that I can show to their children," Alya pouts.
Nino sighs and casts a glance at the aforementioned duo heading to their table. "Maybe we can put some mistletoe at the end of a stick and follow them around?"
"Babe, I love you and I know you're trying to help, but I also really want to kill you right now."
Wisely, Nino scoots away slightly while Alya bangs her head on the cafeteria table.
"Is she okay?" Marinette asks as she takes a seat next to her best friend.
Nino fixes her with a tired stare. "Alya? No. Not at all."
By the time everyone's heading home, Alya's mood has yet to improve and it seems to get even worse when Adrien asks if all high schools have such an abundance of mistletoe.
He doesn't understand the glare Alya sends his way.
He especially doesn't understand when Alya practically shoves Marinette forward just as they're about to exit the building. As expected, Marinette pitches forward and Adrien has to catch her so she doesn't spend Christmas with a face full of tiled floor.
"What was that for?" Adrien frowns.
The bespectacled girl merely shrugs. "Oops."
As Marinette dusts herself off, Nino clears his throat behind them. "Oh," he says in a mechanical voice. "What a surprise. Marinette, Adrien, look above you. Could that be mistletoe? Oh my, it is."
There is something wrong with his friends, that much Adrien is sure of as he watches Alya elbow Nino for his odd declaration. He shifts his attention to the mistletoe hanging innocently over him and Marinette. A blush rises to his cheeks and he sees that Marinette has turned a cute shade of red.
"We don't—I mean, it's—not that I don't want to—not that I don't don't want to, but if you, want not to not do it then I wouldn't problem have, I mean, have a problem if—I'm just going to shut up now," Marinette breaks off with a squeal.
For some reason, it makes Adrien flush even deeper.
"Well, it's tradition, after all," he finally says.
"Right. Yes. That," Marinette squeaks.
He steals himself. He's Chat Noir. He's cool and suave and flirty and confident. He can do this.
It does nothing to improve his blush.
They both begin to lean in and his heart is pounding in his chest. Her scent drifts into his senses. It's sweet like flowers and the baked goods of the bakery she lives in. There's a smattering of freckles across her nose that he's never noticed before and her breath is hot as it fans over his face. They're a hair's width and all he can hear is the rushing in his ears and—
HONK! HONK!
They jump apart, both startled by the sudden appearance of the Gorilla. Adrien rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I'm really sorry, Marinette, looks like my ride's here and I'm going to be late for piano lessons if I don't leave soon."
She nods, speechless and red as ever. It kind of reminds him of the suit of his Lady.
"Bye guys!" he waves, an odd sort of disappointment settling over him as he gets into the car.
Before the door closes, he could've sworn he heard Alya's frustrated screech. He shakes it off and decided he's imagining things.
He takes one last look at the mistletoe hanging and his mind drifts to the patrol he has scheduled with Ladybug later this evening.
A very Chat Noir smirk finds its way on his face.
Oh, he thinks, this next patrol is going to be fun.
A/N...and end chapter 1. I'm not sure if this is going to have two or three chapters, but we'll see how it goes.
How about leaving me a nice Christmas form in the form of a comment? ;)
Merry Christmas!
-Indy