MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!! It’s finally Christmas here in the U.S. - for a good half of the country at least - and I’m so excited to share my MLSECRETSANTA gift! This is for @dippy-draws!
Merry Merry Christmas friend! I lurked your blog for inspiration and found that we have a lot of the same interests, so I’m happy that I got to be your secret santa!
At the time that I wrote this, I was comfy warm, and I aimed for lots of fluff fluffy fluff. I recommend reading this fic with a cup of hot cocoa and an open mind - it was created as a gift, and as such I aimed to create a mood while leaving enough to the imagination that the reader could make the fic their own. I hope you like it!
Generally speaking, the city of Paris was a forgiving one in
the winter season. A bit nippy and icy at times sure, but Parisians rarely had
to worry about their property sitting 30 centimeters under tightly packed snow,
or frequent delays due to snowfall. No, you could count on one hand the number
of times it’s snowed that month, and you could count on one hand the height of
that snow in centimeters. Winters in Paris were chilly but calm, a frosted
beauty in the morning that melted by afternoon. Today, however, the frost did
not melt. It didn’t have a chance to before a massive cold front that swept
Europe blanketed Paris and seemed to rest there, holding the city tight in its snowy
Alya watched out the window as the wind-swept snow blurred
the horizon into a mosaic of white. She couldn’t think of a time when visibility
was this low, when she had to squint to see the outline of the street that sat
outside her little studio apartment. The way the snow moved was mesmerizing,
and she found herself getting lost in it before a pair of warm, familiar arms
wrapped firmly around her shoulders. Instinctively her body leaned into the
“Pretty bad out there.” Nino remarked, causing his significant
other to raise an eyebrow.
“Oh yeah?” Alya chuckled, still watching the countless
flakes flash by in a never-ending stream. Her reply was quiet and lightly
teasing, “I didn’t notice.” They sat in silence a moment longer, his arms
around her, her hands now lain over his as they rocked side to side idly
watching the snow fly by outside. Nino let out a sort of content grunt and lay
his chin on her head, and Alya, though she nestled comfortably into the crook
of his neck in reply, sought to tease him in his comfort. “Maybe I should get
working on that final paper of mine,” she muttered, “I’ve got just about
everything else done, it’d be a shame to leave just this for another day. I’ve
only got another month left to finish the last ten pages, after all…”
Nino’s grip tightened just a little, as if he knew she were
joking but didn’t want to take the risk anyway. Still, he played along. “If you
think you are even touching a laptop today, Madam Césaire, you are sadly
mistaken.” Before she could do more than part her lips, he added, “And no
reference book reading, either. Or note taking. Or outlining.” His voice turned
soft, just a murmur as the atmosphere melted into the quiet air of the winter
storm outside, the faint whipping of wind the only accompanying noise to their
conversation. “Today we both have a day off, so it’s all about you and me.”
Her voice, too, was quiet, her teasing lilt filled with
loving undertones, “But mostly about me, right babe?” A half chuckle, half
grunt was her reply as the usually sprite musical producer in training let his
energy run low for once. They both fell into the atmosphere once more, quietly
drinking in the other’s presence, and nothing else.
Eventually they migrated away from the window, seeking
somewhere softer and warmer to cuddle. Seconds passed and Alya settled
comfortably on the couch while Nino spread out the blankets that were draped
carelessly across the armrest. She brushed her fingers along the smooth suede
of the cushions, thinking proudly on how clean they’d kept the couch. After
all, it was the first piece of new furniture they had bought together, to go
with their first apartment. Nino settled in beside her and tucked the fluffy
blanket in around them, being careful to allow Alya extra blanket to keep her
side loose and comfortable. By the time he had his arm around her, however, she
had pulled the blanket more his way so that is sat on them both equally. At
this point in their relationship, her shape molded itself comfortably into his
side, though this time around things just felt more… relaxing. More right.
Perhaps it was an effect of the storm, of time in Paris temporarily stopping,
responsibility melting away in the freezing winds. The neutral tan of the walls
and the soft crème of the sofa had never felt so warm, the soft glow of the LED
in the floor lamp never so atmospheric. Nino felt the same effects; his tone
was still hushed when he spoke, though it grew more excited as his musings went
on. “It’s crazy thinking how long we’ve been in this apartment, and how soon
you’ll be completing your studies… And how long we’ve just been together,
really.” His fingers began making soothing circles over her arm as he spoke,
“One day we’ll get a real place to live. A nice little place on Rue Gotlib next
to Adrien and Marinette. It’ll have at least two rooms, a living room, a
kitchen, two bathrooms so we don’t have to fuss in the mornings…” He mused on,
and Alya knew that’s all these were. Musings. Little ideas that weren’t solid
or even possible sometimes, but dreams that they had, that they now shared. He
seemed as though he could on forever, but Alya cut him short.
“You said two rooms. What do you think the extra room could
be used for?” she let the obvious answer hang in the air, always a possibility
but never a reality, not for years to come. She hummed, letting the imaginary
answer sit, before supplying some other answers, “An office, maybe? I’ll need
one, don’t you think? Or a guest room if my sisters want to visit.” Now she was
the one dreaming out loud, but Nino enjoyed hearing her talk so brightly of the
future. Her analytical mind, always calculating, always finding new ways to
navigate through life and through the minds of other people, rarely ever let
itself rest. Once again being snowed in had its perks, where the world except
their own was no more.
His left hand reached for hers, feeling rather than hearing
the matching bands of silver clinking satisfyingly against one another, the jewelry
symbols of a promise they made to make their musings like these a reality one
day. After Alya was done with school and found a job. After they’d settled
enough money for a real place to live, someplace with more than just a living
area, one room, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. They were so close to that world,
and they were getting closer and closer with every day that passed, but for now
they were not even ideas or plans, just dreams.
As their fingers interlaced, quiet fell over them again. It
stood in the air for a moment, peaceful, but the spell was temporarily broken
into a more stagnant air. The raging storm outside the window behind them
seemed more prominent now, the wind whistling through the city with vigor more
often. Curious, Nino reached over and grabbed the remote – thank god, it was
just within fingertips’ too, just a centimeter further away and it would have
been a real tragedy – and turned their box television on to the local weather
“- is advised to stay inside all day today through tomorrow
evening. The cold front is at a stand-still and as you can see here –“
He flipped to yet another channel.
“- expected temperature lows are negative fifteen degrees
Celsius, a new record for today and tomorrow and very close to the all time low
temperature this month of – “
“- Global warming is tearing the world’s climates – “
“- anywhere from twenty to thirty centimeters of snow, maybe
more in the Paris area alone!”
Alya snuggled closer as if the cold winds could suddenly
pierce through the walls. “Woah.” She whispered. She honestly didn’t know the
storm would be this bad – and neither had Nino. Most of Paris could say the
same. “I guess it’s a good thing we
didn’t try to meet up with Adrien and Marinette like we planned.” She said, and
Nino nodded in agreement, “Still, I do feel like we don’t see them nearly as
much as we should.”
Nino raised a brow and pulled back to give her a look, “You
just went out with Marinette on Saturday for ‘pre-storm shopping preparedness’,
even though you thought the whole storm thing was, quote, ‘sensationalism and
price gauging at its finest’ and anyway, you only came back with a new
flash-drive and a half-eaten croissant – the one Marinette told you to give to
me, might I add.”
“Okay, well, that was just me and Marinette,” she retorted, dodging
the croissant situation, “This time Marinette and Adrien wanted to get together with both of us. She seemed
really excited about it, too.” The last part was a bit pouty, although they
both knew there was nothing to be done about it.
Nino calmly combed his hair through her hair, fingers
lingering over her highlights, “I’m sure Marinette understands that we can’t
exactly run over to hang out with them right now. Adrien too. They’re probably
having their own fun at home watching the masses freak out over…” he squinted
at the screen, as if in disbelief, “‘Snowpocalypse’? Nevermind. Adrien is
probably coming up with some really bad puns to counter that bad pun.”
Alya chuckled, “Yeah, you’re
right. They cuddle like it’s their job. We’ll probably end up calling each
other later anyway.” Her mind began to wander, thinking of her friend briefly,
before the feeling of Nino’s hands squeezing hers brought her out of those
thoughts and into new ones. The muscles in her body instantly relaxed, and she
fell against him as the weatherman’s cries for attention became a whisper in
the background, and the spell settled over them once again.
Marinette wandered about her living room, picking up this
book and fixing that frame, occupying herself as her thoughts began to pick up
speed again. She could smell the results of Adrien’s cooking practice wafting
in from the kitchen, and as the tantalizing aroma edged at her anxieties she
praised once again whoever it was that put her and Adrien in the same world
together. The dinner was impromptu, but it had to be – they had planned that
night so carefully, with so much anticipation, that of course the snow had to
come and put a halt to the whole thing.
Marinette stared out the window, hand flush against her
cheek as she pondered the snow once more. In the background, someone on T.V.
told her that it was currently ten degrees below zero, and that the storm had
only just begun. From what she could see, the ground already had at least 3 or
4 centimeters of snow piled on top of it, so she wondered just how far the
storm would go.
Before she thought more on it, she heard the kitchen door
open, and turned, smiling, to see Adrien walking over. “Chaton,” she gushed,
arms wide open for a hug. He immediately obliged, wrapping her in a gentle embrace.
Instantly all thoughts of the cold outside were gone, and she felt warm from
head to toe.
Already a little hot from the kitchen himself, Adrien felt a
new warmth as he held her. Sure, they lived together, and they were within
shouting distance of one another more often than not these days, but his
feelings went deeper than just being content to be near her. These moments
where he could get her away from her work, where it was just them, were the
moments he cherished.
His arms around her waist, her arms around his neck, they
sat in the embrace for a moment. His hand came up to play with her hair, and
she sighed. “I really wish we could have gone out with them tonight. I’m just
so… anxious, you know?”
His smile turned gentle, understanding, and he pressed his
forehead against hers, their noses brushing lightly, “I know, Mari, I know.
There’s no use in worrying about it though, just relax. Dinner’s just about
ready, that should help you calm down a little.”
“You’re right. The food will help…” She sighed once more,
this time more content, and followed his hand as it snaked up her shirt and
rested on her belly, “We can tell them later.”
haha ok, ive already talked about this a little bit but it’s worth bringing up again.
there is no “dippy fresh” equivalent in reunion falls, exactly. no overenthusiastic 90s kid version, anyway. the fake pacifica in mabel’s bubble is essentially a lovey-dovey hopeless romantic who’s obsessed with her girlfriend and is always sweet and doting, like a girl version of mabel’s “perfect boy” fantasies, but without any of the sass and personality that make pacifica who she is. also she’s equally as annoying as dippy fresh.
these drawings are from a few months ago but whatever. (there’s also a fake dipper in the bubble, of course. actually a series of fake dippers!)