Third person + descriptions of undies

Marinette awoke on Christmas morning feeling better than she had in days. Her nose was no longer plugged, and the day held an air of promise. She traipsed down her ladder, excitedly rushing to the Christmas tree in the middle of her living room. She marveled at the presents her parents had managed to hide from her, ecstatic that it's here, it's finally here! 

Pressing her cheeks in excitement, Marinette strode over to her counter, laughing at the empty plate of cookies sitting there. No matter how old she got, she'd always leave out cookies for Père Noël.

"Mama, papa!" Marinette called next, rushing to wake her parents.

"Go back to bed, Marinette, it's our day off." Tom teased.

"Get up, you two!" Marinette said with a laugh.

Lazily, Tom rolled over to face Sabine, planting a sleepy kiss on her forehead. "Sabine, tell Marinette to go back to sleep." Tom said, letting out a drowsy laugh.

"Hmm? Oh! Get up, Tom! It's Christmas!" Sabine said, shaking her husband.

Tom groaned in response, his wife and daughter shaking him to get up. The family was up then, preparing for a Christmas breakfast. Even as a child, Marinette had insisted on eating her breakfast and dressing in her best dress for the occasion. So the family did so merrily, cooking together, placing treats on plates to eat.

Once everyone had eaten as much as they could muster, the family split off, going to change into clothing that one might think of as overdoing it. But to Marinette, the simple ritual made everything feel more put together.

The girl twirled in excitement, rummaging through her closet for her patterned stockings. Once she found them, she threw them on her chaise and reached for her dress that she'd neatly hung up. It was a simple thing of her own creation: a mid-thigh length dress, red with pleats on the skirt. The neck was styled like a turtle neck, and the arms were cut to line up with the sides of the dress.

Marinette held it up, inspecting the piece. It was most definitely one of her favorites. She carefully removed the garment from the hanger, moving to place it in the back of her closet. When Marinette went to pull her hand away, it brushed against something soft and silky. Reaching forwards in confusing, Marinette felt the material properly. All at once, she realized what it was.

With a blush, Marinette angled herself to cover what she was looking at, just in case a nosy parents decided to peek. It was the lingerie that Chat had bought her on their last outing. Well, their last outing as Ladybug and Chat Noir. Marinette had yet to wear the piece, but something about Christmas made her want to try it on. Glancing at her door, Marinette moved to the paper partition, throwing her clothes over the top. Slowly, Marinette turned to see her reflection in the clothing... or lack thereof.

The bra was strapless, skin-tight around the bodice while hugging her actually assets. Anything that was not considered a private part was translucent material, showing bare skin through a film of grey.

The bottoms were high waisted, the covering material of the front shaped similarly to that of an hourglass. The back of the bottoms covered Marinette's bottom completely. The sides were the only translucent parts, really.

Despite never thinking she'd never wear anything of the sort, the piece was surprisingly comfortable, and it gave Marinette an air of confidence to be reckoned with. Peeking over the top of her partition, she guiltily spied the challenge phone, sitting forgotten on her desk.

Pulling on her stockings, Marinette was hopping over to the desk. There were no new messages, as it had been for the last few days. Sighing, Marinette moved to her chaise to retrieve the dress she'd cast there. Tugging the garment on, she smiled. She was proud of her work. With a twirl, Marinette thought of who she really wanted to show to piece to. But doing so would be difficult if she wished to protect her identity. So the girl pulled a sweater over her outfit, smoothed out her skirt, grabbed some presents, and headed down to her Christmas tree.

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Adrien woke up, rested and blemish-free. The usual knot of excitement was missing from his stomach, knowing that this would be a Christmas without his mother.

Sighing, he dragged himself out of bed, preparing himself for the heavy day before him. As he had done for a week, Adrien picked up his challenge phone, tempted to send a message. Instead, as per what had become usual, he scrolled through his previous texts to Ladybug, dragging a hand over his face to remind himself that he was waiting on her.

Natalie arrived a moment later, perfectly on schedule. "Adrien, time to wake. Get dressed and come for breakfast."

Pause.... Adrien thought, knowing the drill now. "I'm sorry, Adrien." Natalie reminded.

There it is. Climbing his rock wall aimlessly, Adrien was sure Natalie was gone and done. Instead, she continued. "Your father wishes to have breakfast with you this morning.... Merry Christmas."

At this, Adrien's foot slipped from the plastic rock it was positioned on. Panic exploding in his chest, Adrien flailed momentarily before regaining his composure. He descended, reaching into his closet for some clothing. Out came his hand, dark suit as the day's chosen outfit.

Adrien changed in record time, which was saying something considering the quick runway changes he had to make. He walked with long strides, feeling as though his father would tire of waiting and leave.

What Adrien saw nearly knocked him off his feet. There, in place of the large dining table, sat a small square table, just big enough for four. A trolley was covered in food, from pancakes to fruit cakes. But what Adrien saw next was even more surprising.

There sat Gabriel Agreste, global fashion icon, in his striped pajamas. "Ah, there you are. I've been waiting." He said, as though nothing needed to be explained.

Adrien released a choked noise of surprise. "Good morning and Merry Christmas to you, too. Take a seat, Adrien." Gabriel said, raising a pale eyebrow.

"Uh- Merry- Merry Christmas. Good morning." Adrien said, eyes glued to his father as he searched for his seat.

"Have something to eat." Gabriel suggested, gesturing to the trolley beside the table.

Adrien turned stiffly to the platters of food, carefully serving himself a small spoonful of eggs, followed by a tong-full of salad. He kept his eyes trained on his father, carefully bringing the food up to his mouth. "Aren't you a bit over-dressed?" Gabriel asked, meaningfully staring at his food.

"Wh- this? Oh...." Adrien said, remembering what he had put on.

"It's the first thing I grabbed." He tacked on sheepishly.

"Hmm... and why are you eating so little?" Gabriel asked, eyes flitting to the plate in front of his son.

"Oh- my diet." Adrien explained.

"Is that all you eat?" Gabriel asked, brow furrowing.

"Well, usually there's no salad. Instead there's some fruit."

"Well, today's Christmas, and I think, as your father, that you should eat as much as you'd like; no dietary restrictions today." Gabriel said, gesturing once more to the setup beside him.

A tentative smile breaking out, Adrien had the most filling breakfast he'd had in a long while.

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[ Can we meet at the Seine? ]

[ Sure. ]

[ 9? ]

[ ... 11? ]

[ Done. ]

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Marinette had to sneak out. Her parents had gone to sleep, expecting an onslaught of customers for the next day, purchasing rush-order pastries. 

Adrien's father had made sure to wrap things up before his son needed to leave.

Ladybug had left her house with a determined mindset.

Chat Noir left his home, clutching the little box in his hand.

The two saw each other from a distance, standing at opposite ends. Ladybug's resolve fled, leaving her afraid of the dark figure standing across from her. Chat Noir's hurt left, seeing the determined yet afraid girl in front of him.

Simultaneously, the duo began to take steps towards one another, meeting in the middle of the bridge. Ladybug piped up before Chat could move. "I'm sorry. And I know that's not enough, and I know I hurt you, and I know my words can't be taken away." Ladybug puffed out, words rising with the steam from her lips.

"Ladybug." Chat said, unsure how to continue.

"I hope you know I didn't mean any of it. And if you don't forgive me, I don't blame you. I did something stupid, and it was horrible. And I hope you know that it hurt me, too, knowing that I'd hurt you. And the last thing I want is for you to be concerned about me, because I hurt you, and I'm the one who's sorry, and I shouldn't have done that, and there's no way to fix it." Ladybug said, throat tightening against her rambling.

Chat looked thoughtfully, silently, at Ladybug, rubbing a thumb over the box in his pocket. "I'm sorry." Ladybug said softly, yet determined.

"I don't deserve your forgiveness, so I'll le-"

Chat pressed his lips against Ladybug's, hands flying from coat pockets. Her eyes widened, confused. It took an entire second for Ladybug to kiss back, feeling a warmth that she'd missed. Breaking apart, Ladybug's mouth snapped open. "I-" She was shushed by Chat, pressing a finger against her lips.

"That's all I wanted. Sorry. I missed you." Chat said, a sad smile dancing across his lips.

Ladybug's mouth, which had been slightly agape, shut, and she wrapped her arms around Chat's neck for a hug. "I missed you, too." Ladybug whispered, sorry for all the time she'd wasted.

"Merry Christmas, M'lady."

"Merry Christmas, kitty." Ladybug said, letting the nickname slide. "Do you want your present?" Ladybug teased.

"Aren't you my present?" Chat asked, finally letting Ladybug go.

Ladybug stepped back to reach into her purse, pulling out a flat rectangular object. "No, this is. Open it." Ladybug said excitedly.

"Oh, c'mon, LB." Chat said, not wanting to accept the gift.

He'd hoped to throw Ladybug a curve-ball. Ripping the package open, Chat faked a swoon. "I know." Ladybug said, holding back laughter.

"The newest Justin Beiber album!" Chat exclaimed, hugging the disc to his chest.

"I know, I'm the greatest partner ever." Ladybug said, laughing.

While Chat wished he could think of partner in a less-than-platonic way, he held respect for Ladybug. "You are indeed." Chat agreed.

He looked back down at the present, laughter bubbling up. He glanced at Ladybug, expecting to explode with more peals of laughter. Instead, he saw her innocently holding up a small hexagonal box. It was wrapped neatly, electric green bow on top. "...Ladybug?" Chat asked, unsure if she was serious.

"Now, I don't want you to take it the wrong way... but..." Ladybug held the present out to Chat.

"Ladybug, no." Chat said, shaking his head.

"C'mon. No refunds. Besides, you'll hurt my feelings." Ladybug insisted, making her best puppy-eyes.

Despite being a cat person, Chat slowly felt himself lean over to appreciate puppies. "Okay, fine." He said with a fake groan. "But you have to take mine, too!" Chat commanded, reaching into his pocket for his own box.

"Alright, fine." Ladybug said, smiling.

They traded boxes, Ladybug giggling at Chat's wrapping attempt (it was a mess). But once they'd opened the wrapping paper - revealing black boxes, stamped with metallic red ink - all laughter ceased.

Ladybug knew the store was expensive, because she'd purchased Chat's present from there. And Chat knew that the piece was costly, because of the high-quality shop.

Ladybug, too caught to say anything, pulled the lid off gently. Inside the box sat two earrings, colors shifting in the light. One second black, the next, ladybug print.

Chat coaxed the lid off with utmost care, watching with rapt attention as a silver ring was revealed. He inspected the piece, watching as light glinted off the plain top, displaying a faint green paw print. 

"Chat-" Ladybug started, at the same time Chat began, "LB-"

"It's so expensive." Ladybug remarked first.

"It's Christmas. And money's not an issue for me. What about you? This has got to be expensive. It looks custom!"

"It was custom, it's Christmas, like you said." Ladybug said.

A moment of soundless sputtering passed between the two before they looked away, resigned. Ladybug glanced down at the studs again before pressing them into her ears, and Chat hesitated only a second before pushing the ring over his finger. "Do you like them?" Chat asked tentatively.

"I love them. Do you like yours?"

"I really do."

Playfully bumping shoulders, Ladybug moved to sit on the railings, smiling contentedly. Chat sat next to her, running a finger over the smooth face of his new ring. "Merry Christmas, Chatton."

"Merry Christmas, M'lady."

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AN

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Ok they made up good job dolly

enjoy

its done

there will be a sequel

and there will be like five more chapters I think

god its been long

ALSO I START SCHOOL ON THRUSDAY (sept 8) SO YEAH.

CHANCES ARE, UPDATES WILL BE FASTER.

OKAY ROO ROO

DO-ROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

PS> I meant to post this 24 hours ago whoops

PPS> inspired partly by this [my sis wanted to watch it and stuff :/ ] 

https://youtu.be/3hFljpXz7co

listen to the lyrics "Learn to forgive, up on the bridge" in the first version. that was the inspiration

10/10 dolly out