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I can't believe I'm doing this.

Here are my drabbles for the Christmas Prompt list made by youreyeslookliketheocean over on Tumblr. We'll see how long I last.

(Yes, I'm still working on Issues. In my defense, I warned you guys from the start that the new season would mess with me.)

The tag is 25daysofml2k17, or 25daysofchrismasprompts if you want to go see more amazing works than mine on Tumblr!

December 1st - "Santa 'Claws'"

"Marinette!" Sabine called up to her room. "You have a package down here!"

"I do?" Marinette asked, surprised. She went down to see her mother holding a small, brown box. It was about the size of both her hands put together. "Who's it from?"

"It doesn't say," Sabine said as Marinette took it. "But it does smell strange." Marinette sniffed it herself and grimaced. Old smelly socks? Maybe it was a prank from Chloe. But no, she knew Chloe's handwriting, and Sabrina's, and the undignified scrawl of her name and address were nothing like either of their handwriting. There was nothing else on the package to suggest where it might've come from… except a tiny black paw print on one corner.

Inside her jacket, she heard Tikki squeak in surprise.

"Thanks, Mom," she said quickly. "I'll just go open this upstairs, so it doesn't stink up the kitchen, all right?" Holding the package carefully, she fled back up to her room. "Tikki, do you know what this is?" she asked quietly, once they were alone.

"No, but I know who it's from," Tikki said, zipping out of her jacket to inspect the box further. "That's Plagg's pawprint."

"Plagg?"

"Chat Noir's kwami."

"Oh," Marinette stared down at the little box, panic rising. "Oh my God. Does this mean Chat knows who I am?"

"Unlikely," Tikki sniffed, eying the box distrustfully. "It just means Plagg was feeling bored. He does things like this, to annoy me. I'm, uh… also not sure how safe it might be."

"It's not, like, a bomb, or something, is it?" Marinette asked, holding the box away from herself.

"Probably not? He's just got a strange sense of humor sometimes," Tikki sighed.

"You're not making me feel any better. We'll open it on the balcony, just in case."

Decision made, they headed up, making sure to close the hatch and clear a space for opening what Marinette was now calling the Box of Doom in her head. She was fairly certain Chat Noir wouldn't let his kwami send her something harmful, but that boy still thought he was going to win her affection with cat puns, so…. They opened it slowly, carefully. As though any moment it might burst open and attack them. Marinette was half-tempted to transform for this.

Until she saw what was inside.

She covered her mouth her hand, both to hide her silent laughter and to escape the pungent smell from the "gift." Because, inside, lovingly tied with a cheerful, red ribbon was—

"Is that a wheel of cheese with chocolate chips shoved in it?"

"Yes. Yes, it is," Tikki deadpanned. Marinette could barely control her laughter. It looked like a chocolate chip cookie!

"Looks like he knows you pretty well," she said, in between snickers, reading the little tag that proudly proclaimed: "To Tikki, from your Santa Claws!" Tikki sighed, but was unable to stop the smile spreading over her tiny face.

"He's hopeless," she giggled. "Utterly hopeless."

End.