So I guess I'm a doing a thing. I really just wanted to write a story about Marinette making Adrien a sweater. It snowballed into this. Maybe a few more fics seeing how the reception for this goes. i do love the love square and have a few ideas. Not much to say but reading Miraculous fanfic and writing this definitely helped give me a break from my other stories and let me think things through. Let me know what you think and I'll publish some of the others that I have started!

Happy reading!

Sky blue cashmere fabric was gently guided underneath the needle of her sewing machine. The design she had created in front of her making sure she was following it. Marinette hummed softly to a Christmas song playing on her phone. Her dark hair brushed out of her face to focus on the zig zag stitch. Next to her Tikki was munching on a chocolate chip cookie.

Outside rain pitter pattered across her windows. The scene relatively quiet and rather serene. Peaceful even after thinking about her day. There was a kid that wanted to destroy Paris' cheese supply because he had become lactose intolerant. It took awhile to reign that akuma in.

"Marinette, there's a friend downstairs," said her mother, Sabine, knocking on the trap door.

Curiously Marinette looked at her phone wondering if Alya had texted that she would be coming over. That didn't seem to be the case. Maybe she was surprising her? Or maybe it was one of her other friends like Luka or Kagami. Shaking her head, she smiled at Tikki.

"I'll bring you back some more okay?"

"Okay Marinette," she said with a squeaky voice finishing off her cookie.

Silently she creeped down the step to her parents' shop. It was the time of the day her parents started to close the shop and the excitement of the day nearly finished. Her mom was putting away extra pastries left over from the day. Her dad experimenting with something in the back that smelled delicious. Some of the extra pastries going into a bag and given to….

She paused and blue eyes wide to see Adrien Agreste standing there eating a cupcake. Oh no, she thought, and turned to run. Maybe she could pretend that she didn't see him or that she was caught up in her project and forgot or…

That thought process seemed to fly out the window as she stood frozen. What was worse Adrien had seen her and waved. She had closed her jaw trying not to look deranged.

"Hi Marinette," he said. "The cupcakes taste amazing, your mom said that you helped make them?"

"I..err… yes! I did. I make help the cupcakes. I mean I helped make the cupcakes," she said internally groaning.

Her mother giggled softly detecting the crush that she had on him. Then gestured for her to invite him in. It wasn't that hard, and Marinette gulped at the idea but nodded as casual as she could get. Adrien turned to look between the two of them a little confused.

"Would you like to come in?" squeaked out Marinette, her voice almost as high as Tikki's. "I can show you my new sewing project. Or we could video game a play, I mean play a video game."

Wait that came out almost normal. She asked him a genuine question that almost came out in the correct order of works. Internally she did a little leap hoping that he would say yes.

"Sure, that'd be awesome Marinette. I'm glad I stopped by after I forgot my textbook in my locker. Maybe we could even play Ultimate Mecha Strike III. I'll let my bodyguard know."

He went out to the car and then returned a couple of minutes later. Nodding she agreed and lead the way up to her room. She grabbed a plate of the leftovers for them and Tikki. Two flights of stairs later they collapsed in front of her computer. She had made sure that nothing was sticking out that he could see. Like a bra or something equally embarrassing.

She was just thankful that she got rid of most of the photos and his schedule. Mainly because she had realized that there was a chance of it being exposed. She shuddered remembering how her room ended up on television. Honestly it was getting out of hand anyway. At least the way Tikki had explained it.

"I really like that design Marinette," he said looking over at her sweatshirt pattern. It was a simple one with white snowflakes and a custom Christmas greeting on it. She would be hand embroidering everything on later.

"Thanks, it's for my mom for Christmas. If I make anything for anyone I must start in November," she said shyly. Then cleared her throat finding her sketch book and showing him the designs.

"Wow those are really pretty," he said. "I think my father would be impressed."

Grinning like mad she flushed again feeling red rise to her cheeks. From the corner of her eye she could see Tikki wave.

"Thanks, if you, I can make you one."

Her eyes wide and hid behind her sketch book. Oh no, she spoke too soon, and she stumbled back trying to think of something.

"I mean if you want and I…"

She let her voice trail off and watched him for a reaction. Adrien was quiet at the suggestion and his own eyes staring at her slightly shocked.

"You'd make me a sweater? Really Marinette? Are you sure?"

"Yea of course. I mean… I'd make… well…. Um, consider it an early Christmas present."

Her voice small at that point. What if he said no? Was she too rash in asking him at all? Oh no. He was never going to want to talk to her much less grow up get married and have their children and hamsters. Adrien had broken into a wide grin and nodded enthusiastically. He looked really cute standing there excited that his friend could make him a great present. Friend. Smiling Marinette just nodded. Friendships turned into relationships eventually, right?

"Awesome. Do you need to measure me?"

Measure him?! As in touch him?! Her eyes wide and lingered a little on his shirt he had on now. She wished that he would touch her and she coughed lightly as if masking those thoughts.

"Of course," she said finding pink measuring tape. Then a light pink notepad so she could write down said measurements.

Adrien had put his arms out for her to measure his body. Carefully she measured his arms for the length and width. Oh boy she had to touch his chest. Keeping her eyes straight and her hands steady, her arms looped around his to measure the chest area. Then the length of his torso.

"Are you okay Marinette? You look flushed, is it too hot in here for you?"

He had put a hand on her forehead as if to check her temperature.

"I think you're the hot one, well I mean," she said covering up her blunder. "My room is always warm. I have to because of the trapdoor above us and… What kind of design do you want on your sweater?"

He looked confused and slightly off put but smiled anyway. He really had a great smile, she thought, wondering when he'd smile at her like that again.

"Well you're the designer what do you think?"

"Well the thing about the sweaters is that I personalize them. Like my mom really likes blue and she thought of the saying. Do you have something in mind?"

Perfect, this was the best way to get to know him. Maybe learn his favorite color? Or she knew so much and yet so little about him. Marinette bit her bottom lip and smiled at him nervously wondering what he would say. Adrien seemed to think for a minute and nodded having something in mind.

"Well I like puns," said Adrien sheepishly. "Maybe a pun of some kind?"

"Puns? I love puns, I think they are puntastic," said Marinette internally groaning and outwardly laughing at her joke.

What thrilled her was that Adrien laughed along with her. She made him laugh. Maybe she could put up with it if she could get that reaction again. Puns, who knew?! Marinette needed to write down a few of Chat Noir's jokes or ask him for some.

"That's great Marinette," he said warmly.

"What about a design? Like my mom's has snowflakes on it."

Again, she gestured to the drawing she had pulled from the wall next to her sewing machine. Hopefully this wasn't boring for him to answer all these questions. She wrote down to put a pun on the sweater then shyly asked her next question. He didn't seem to need to think as hard for this part of the design. In fact, his answer kind of surprised her.

"Cats, I'm a cat person," he said. "I always wanted a pet and cats seem easy to care for and fun to have around."

"Cats are so cute!" said Marinette gushing. "Maybe I could talk my parents into getting one and you could come over and play with it sometime."

That sounded like she was over stepping. Also did she just invite Adrien to come over to her house whenever she got said cat? Plus, she had her own Chat Noir to worry about having around. Nervously she bit her bottom lip as Adrien's brilliant green eyes lite up at the mention of it.

"Wow, that's great Marinette. I wish my father could be talked into getting a pet."

"Well I don't know for sure," she said quickly. "I mean I like hamsters too. You'd like hamsters too right?"

"Yea, I like hamsters," he said looking at her a bit oddly and brightened. "This is fun, I never picked out a design for my clothes before. My father usually picks them out for me. You know to promote his brand."

"I can understand that," she said thinking about how she'd want people to know that she made someone's clothes. It was sad to hear that his father decided to choose his clothes for him. Perhaps when he was older and didn't have to model anymore. Or if she got super famous and let him decide from her collection.

It was a nice dream. She sighed thinking about that day and maybe they'd be married. They'd have their three kids and a hamster. Then definitely cat knowing that Adrien liked them. Marinette started to wonder if he would even like the names Emma, Louis, and Hugo. Maybe he'd want to name their daughter after his mom.

"Uhh Marinette," he said his hand waving in front of her.

"Yes!"

"Are you okay?"

"I just thought of a good pun for your sweater. What about 'Rebel Without a Claus' or 'I'm feelin' pine' or 'A mistle-toast to the holiday season?"

She cleared her throat hoping that he liked one of them. It was kind of cringe to think of it but if it made him laugh it was worth it. What thrilled her was that he laughed and smiled a bit bigger each time. Oh, yay, she was able to do it again. Her thoughts dreamily going back to the thought of their kids again. If he liked cats so much what about Tabitha and call her Tabby? Eh that felt a little too on the nose.

"Wow those are great. I like the last one: A mistle-toast to the holiday season," he said stepping closer to her.

"Great and maybe a black cat? I think I can get ahold of the emerald green; it would make your eyes pop. Not that I think of your eyes…"

"That's perfect Marintte. You know green is my favorite color."

This time he had hugged her and she pretty much died and gone to heaven. He was in her bedroom and touching her. Granted it was just a hug, but the hug. Oh the hug. It was perfect and she felt like, well, she felt like she belonged there. Snapping herself out of it and stepped away from him and grinned writing everything down in her notepad. Something about his sweater nagged her though. It was almost like she was designing a sweater for Chat Noir.

Shrugging it off she smiled before asking, "What do you say to Ultimate Mecha Strike III?"

"You're on."

With that she had booted up the game and started their one on one battle. Her mind completely focused on the game. Forgetting that she had to make him a Christmas sweater and that he was in her room. Marinette was going to win. They ate their snack after Tikki sneaked some off their plate while talking about the sweater.

The game kept them distracted and it was fun. That was until her mom had opened the latch behind them. Marinette didn't even notice when her mother tapped both teens shoulders.

"Adrien your body guard is down stairs," said Sabine startling the two of them.

"Thank you for having me over Mrs. Cheng," he said warmly to her. "I'll see you tomorrow at school Marinette."

"See you tomorrow."

With that Marinette threw herself on her bed and sighed happily. Then immediately turned to her phone to order some more fabric. Now she really had her work cut out for her!