Wind whistles through the cold winter night, dodging various lights and trees scattered around the beautifully lit Paris nightscape. As it brushes through the empty streets, the soft murmurs and rustling of the leaves formed a soothing lullaby that sent many people to sleep. However, for one girl it was but an everyday melody that brought memories rather than relaxation.

Marinette stood on her balcony, a blanket loosely wrapped around her shoulders and a cup of hot chocolate in her hands as she stared into the Paris night-scape. It was the weekend, and she had spent hours designing until her mind was empty but her body was still awake at 1 am. Now, she was simply enjoying the holiday sight until it was either too cold to be outside or she felt sleepy.

“I don’t want a lot for Christmas, there is just one thing I need.”

Marinette jumped, startled by the sudden voice. “Huh? What?” she looked around, searching for the source of the voice. Looking down, she found who it was, Adrien. Or Chat since he was transformed.

“I don’t care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree.”

“Chat?! What are you doing?” Marinette hissed. “It’s late and you’re going to wake everyone up!”

“I just want you for my own, more than you could ever know,” he shrugged and winked, a wide grin on his face as he extended a hand to her.

A bright blush crept up her cheeks as she realized what he was singing. “I-you-agh!” she ducked her head into her arms. “You cheesy alley cat.” Getting an idea, she disappeared into her room.

Chat tilted his head curiously, wondering what she was doing, but continued anyway as he was confident that she would return, "Make my wish come true. Oh, all I want for Christmas is you.” His lady returned, carrying a red doll in hand.

She threw the doll at him with a cheeky grin and a, “You said you wanted me for Christmas.” Looking at the doll, he realized that it was the ladybug doll that she had sewn.

“Princess!” he stared at her with a hurt expression. “You wound me, M’lady.”

She responded with a look of smug triumph and he pouted. Suddenly, as he stared at her, his expression changed to curiosity, joy, and smugness.

“Hey,” he started as he jumped onto her balcony, “is that a Chat Noir hoodie?”

“What?” she looked down at her outfit, a hoodie with cat ears on the hood, paws on the bottom of the sleeves, and a smiling cat face on the front with green eyes. “N-no…”

“M’lady?”

“Y-yes?”

“Are you a Chat fangirl?”

“No…”

“Really?” He grinned at her expectantly.

“I-,” she looked away, blushing and wishing she could put her hood up and hide, but that would only further disprove her flimsy claim. His hands reached behind her and flipped up the hood.

“Oh my god, you’re adorable.” He gasped in delight, holding a hand to his mouth to hide his glee. “Can you nya for me?” he demonstrated, kicking up one leg behind him and raising one half-curled hand.

“What? No!” she protested, her face burning.

“Purrleaseee?” he begged.

“No.”

“Princesss, onegai?”

“Onegai?”

“Please in Japanese.”

“Oh. No.”

“Pleasee.” he turned his baby-doll eyes to her, which he knew she couldn’t resist.

“Ugh, fine. But you better go to bed afterward, you have a photoshoot tomorrow,” she relented, sighing in defeat

“As you wish, M’lady. Now nya.”

Her face a light pink, she complied with his request. She kicked one leg behind her, curled a raised hand so that the green paw was visibly, and her head tilted so that one ear flopped down. “N-nya.” Click, came the sound of a camera.

“Hey! I didn’t say you could take a picture!”

“But you didn’t say I couldn’t,” he singsonged, saving the picture to his phone and putting his baton away. “Hey, Marinette?”

“Hm?”

“How did you know I have a photoshoot tomorrow?”

“I-uhhh,” she stared at him like a deer caught in the headlights. “I….”

Unable able to contain his amusement, he burst out laughing.

“Chat!”

“Yes, M’lady?”

“You,” she let out a string of mutters that he couldn’t quite catch. He was certain he had heard the words "stupid" and "alley cat" more than once, though.

"Hmmm, princess? I'm what?"

“Go to sleep, right now!” she pushed him off the railing, confident that he wouldn’t hurt himself.

“As M’lady wishes!” he saluted her and jumped off into the night, extending his baton to vault to the next roof.

Later on Monday, Alya demanded to know why Adrien had sent her a picture of Marinette meowing as he sat in front of them silently laughing.