Disclaimer: Well you know...can't I say that I own it? Just this once? No? Fine. I don't own. Happy now!?
AN: For the sake of plot, I'm assuming that Covid hasn't happened in their world. At least not this year.
When Nathanael walked into Art Club on Thursday the tenth of December twenty-twenty, he was expecting a perfectly normal day. Perhaps a little focus on Christmas. (Well a lot really. It was hard to escape the season even if you didn't celebrate it)
The rest of the day had been perfectly normal. Alix and Kim managed to get into an eating contest and had managed to make themselves both sick, Chloé was a brat, Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated yet ANOTHER of Hawkmoth's akumas and Marinette stumbled over her words talking to Adrien. Just another normal day in Paris really.
So when he walked into the Art Club, he was not expecting the sight that greeted him.
Sitting on the table was a Hanukkah menorah, with his friends from the club sitting behind it.
"Happy Hanukkah Nathanael," Marinette said as she handed him a lit candle.
"Happy…?"
"Hey, you think that we'd forget about your celebrations," Alix said, leaning back in her chair.
"Marc arranged it all. It's so romantic," Rose said, her hands clasped together. Nathanael gave his boyfriend a smile and Marc looked away embarassed.
"Art Club is for EVERYONE to feel included," Monsieur Line said with a smile. Nathanael smiled as he took the candle from Marinette, tears of joy slowly forming in his eyes and lit the first candle.
"Happy Hanukka everyone," he said. "And thank you."
AN: As not everyone celebrates Christmas, I thought that I'd drop this in there.