Miraculous Skaters

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey! ....Um. I'm still pretty new at writing so I have no idea how this'll turn out. Just so you know, this is a no magic, no miraculous au. So...I hope you like this chapter and I always welcome constructive criticism! Now to the story!

A/N: (2 years later) Woo I got two more years of writing experience since my 14 year old self first tackled my first fanfic and now here I am at 16 ready to try again. This got nothing on the English 3 I finished last year so let's stop my stalling and get on with it WOO!

The alarm that Marinette had set gently chimed, drawing her out of her sleep despite her wishes. She fumbled over to the night stand and clumsily muted it before resting her head on the pillow again. What she was not expecting was to be rudely smacked on the head with a pillow at this ungodly hour to be awake. Now Marinette was not a morning person, anyone who really knows her can tell you that. Not even her over enthusiastic journalist friend, Alya, could get the girl out of jet lag. "Marinette, for pete's sake!" Alya huffed, irritated at her best friend's laziness. "Nnnnngggg.... sightseeing later, sleep now..." Marinette groaned under the heap of sheets and pillows she used to make a makeshift fort of sleep. Alya simply rolled her eyes at her antics, sitting right on top of the blankets to get her attention. "Oomff! Hey!" Marinette's disgruntled voice came from inside the blankets as she poked her head out, squinting as Alya was quick to pull back the curtains and let the bright sun stream in from the windows. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees the shuffle of movement near Marinette again. "Oh no you don't!" Alya exclaimed as she ripped the sheets off her before she could sneak away to her little fort. "Agh! Ugh, fine, fine. You win, I'm getting out."

Marinette regretted her decision as soon as her feet touched the cold hotel floor. Beds were amazing, they were soft, and easy to get comfortable in, and WARM, something that was currently missing to Marinette's distaste. "You better get ready," Alya said trailing off to find her purse and phone as Marinette slipped on slippers and trudged to the bathroom. "I did not bring you along just so you could sleep around in the hotel room." Grabbing her phone she left the room they shared and called out that when Marinette was ready, she'd be in the lobby downstairs.

Marinette just continued with her morning routine in a very sluggish manner. Crawling back into bed seemed like a wonderful idea, but she's pretty sure she'd never hear the end of it from Alya. Not that she wasn't grateful to be here, cause she really was. Alya, being one of the most successful journalists for her company, was sent to cover the Grand Prix Final that was happening this year in Russia. She was allowed to take one person along and, well, here she was now. She looked over herself one more time in the mirror, her usual outfit replaced with something a bit more suited for the cold weather outside.

Of course the pink stayed ever present in her outfit, with pink winter boots paired up with black, thick leggings, pink stitching running up the sides to match her pink long sleeves shirt with a similar color sweater. To top it all off she had a pink beanie along with her signature pigtails. Satisfied with her appearance, she nodded at the mirror before grabbing her purse and stepping outside.

Stepping into the lobby, she looked around for her when she heard a muffled ding come from her purse. Furrowing her brows, she rummaged through her bag and checked her notifications. Who in the world would be texting me so early?

Alya: Hey gurl! Sorry, apparently the press conference that I have to be at was today instead of tomorrow, but don't wait for me! Have fun today! :P

So that's why I can't find her anywhere.

She entertained the idea of crawling back into bed and just sleeping the day away. Nah, she couldn't go back to sleep now. Besides, she'll probably have to work on her designs today to catch up. But... stopping for coffee first didn't sound bad.

Tugging her beanie around her ears, she felt the frigid ice wind prick at her face. In a weird way, she relished the sensation, welcoming how it made her feel awake and her skin to feel alive. She took a leisurely walk, not really with a destination in mind since she has never been in Russia before, eventually coming across a quaint cafe.

Stepping in she felt the warmth that the heater radiated slowly seep through her jacket and pink gloves. The cold air was nice, but now the warmth added the welcoming nature of the coffee shop. 

After waiting briefly in line, she steps up next to the register. "I'm Caline, what would you like? Our special today is the chocolate croissant with a mocha latte ." She said in English to Marinette's relief, most likely because they were near an international airport. "No thanks, for now  I'll just have.... a plain croissant paired with a small coffee with two pumps of hazelnut cream and chocolate." She said. The cash register nodded as she wrote down her order, her small bun bobbing as she nodded. Okay, you can wait over here in the lounge until we call out your order, okay?" She chirped. Marinette smiled and nodded, "Noted."

She began to turn, only to bump into somebody who was walking by. "Oh mon dieu!" She slipped using French. "О, я имею в виду! Мне так жаль!" She managed to get out in broken Russian. "Quoi?" She looked up and saw a man at least five inches taller than her, with gentle green eyes and blond hair that had floof and looked soft to the touch. "Oh... y-you speak French too." She got out, face slightly flushed. "I-I'm sorry." She looked away from his eyes and focused on her shoes, which were suddenly very interesting to her. The young man chuckled, "Hey, no harm done, right?" She just blushed harder as she gathered up the courage to offer him an apologetic smile.

All of a sudden flashes started to come from outside the cafe making her blink to get her eyes readjusted. "Adrien Agreste?" Tikki asked, eyes searching around the small shop. "Oh. Mine!" The walking god said. So that's his name, she thought. "Sorry, but I should really go right now." With a glance outside, he started booking it towards the end of the street.

She raised an eyebrow. Odd, but somehow... endearing. A few seconds later and Caline called out her order too and she happily accepted  as she exited the shop.

The air was still cold, but only enough to nip at her nose. Marinette pulled her beanie further down and couldn't help wonder as she sipped on her coffee, why did Adrien Agreste sound so familiar?

Yay! Second story out... and this time I hopefully actually follow though with this one. I actually have a storyline planned for this... but it's kinda choppy in my mind at some parts and then I just started high school so i have no idea where this'll end up. 😅 So if you are actually interested in my writing, by some miracle, then just let me know and hopefully I can write some more. Hopefully.

Christine out~ :3

A/N: (2 years later) Funny how at the time I said I just started high school and now I'm already halfway into my first college year. Time huh? Okay but this will probably be the first change cause oh boy this entire series is gonna go under a renovation, but until then you probably won't see an update for a long time until I'm completely done, and then I'll only post it weekly so uh yea.

Christine out~ :3