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Snow graced Paris and its surrounding areas for the past hour, and while there were no signs of Ladybug and Chat Noir, two of their lesser known allies were still patrolling the streets with keen eyes and chilled breath.
Siberia the Husky scanned the west side with no trouble. His mask also provided as alternative to his glasses outside of his costume as Richard Hubie, an American who accidentally became a crime fighter solely because he wanted to visit his beloved girlfriend while she interned in France. It was strange to him that he no longer felt like a tourist since he took this line of work more seriously over the course of two months. To him, this city was starting to become another home.
No trouble here, he thought. The city was scanned as clear of akuma and other wrongdoings. Perhaps it was too cold to create villains for 'dear old Hawkmoth.'
He rendezvoused back to his and his partner's typical starting point, an old flower shop that no one ever seemed to purchase or tear down.
The property looked like it had been a scene for a B-level horror film. The windows were busted from older experiences of vandalism, graffiti fading from years of exposure. The sign's paint had been chipped away, leaving few traces of a lightish pink background and purple text, none of which Siberia could read. The vegetation was long dead, especially now that winter had arrived. Any weeds that had sprouted in the summer and fall withered away.
Siberia sat on the roof, one of the strongest parts of the building, shivering only slightly. His monochrome costume (really, Richard's Kwami, Terra) had a leather jacket to keep him warm in times like these.

"Brrrrrrrrrr." came a quivering voice from behind him.

Siberia turned around. His bright blue eyes focused on the young lady that appeared before him. She held herself tightly, as if to shield herself from the cold. The poor girl was not as lucky to have multiple layers. Her dark blond hair floated with the gentle winds around them, her rabbit "ears" shifting slightly. She strolled towards him with soft steps.
"How was your patrol, Lapin?" the boy asked. In response, she gave a quick thumbs up before holding herself again.
"Good, we don't have to use our powers and freeze outside of costume in five minutes." Not to his surprise, his partner rolled her eyes. "What? It's true." he chuckled.
Lapin shook her head, smiling with some sense of amusement before taking a seat next to him. In the snow, she dragged her dominant finger and wrote in English, "It's nice out, but boy it sucks to be cold."
He laughed. "Yeah! You know, you can borrow my jacket." Immediately Siberia was met with a violent rejection by means of rapid arm movement by his mute companion. "NO, take it! I insist." The offer was only met with Lapin scooting away from him, shaking her head defiantly. "Suit yourself." he mumbled aloud after a short, yet defeated sigh. "Seriously, though. You are a bunny. Why don't you have fur?"
His partner drew in the snow a small, simple caricature of a cat-eared boy the two knew fairly well, and all around him were question marks, signalling the near hypocrisy of his question.
"Touche." He turned his gaze away from Lapin towards the city.
For a moment or two, the heroes were silent, staring out and taking in the scenery. The lights of Paris were lovely as usual, but the drifting snow gave them a peace they didn't often experience in their normal lives. It was as if, for that moment, the whole city was a beacon of grace.

Siberia felt a tug on his jacket. Lapin had scooted back towards him. She wrote once more with a smile on her face, "The snow is pretty." She paused before writing again, "Where I lived, my significant other and I had a date in the snow once." Siberia analyzed everything she was 'saying. "We were surrounded by blankets, but we saw the entire field turn white in under an hour."
He smiled. As Richard, he shared a similar memory with his girlfriend, Amelia. They were at an empty baseball field at their school. It was a late evening, and the the two watched with awe at how quickly the field turned into a winter wonderland. To Richard, moments like those were blessings, as was Amelia herself.
"It sounds like you had fun, Lapin." he chimed. "Do you miss your S.O.?" He received a somber nod, her expression dying into a small frown. "A lot." she wrote back. "Few days I see him, but I am far too busy to do so every day." Her eyes started to water through her mask. Her lip quivered subtly.
As if it was an instinct, the young man wrapped his thick, leather arms around the smaller figure. He knew from experience what she was going through.
"Lapin, I'm sorry. I understand." He then felt the young lady shift and throw her own little arms around his torso, fighting her way into his warmth, into his jacket. She said nothing, but he felt in his partner some joy knowing she wasn't alone. "I miss my girlfriend, so I know where you're coming from. Sometimes, when summer rolls around, I can only call her. She is very busy most days."
Lapin only nodded in return to this statement. More silence followed them, and the snow continued to fall.

Moments passed before Lapin shifted again, pulling herself away from Siberia. He turned to see her face. Her eyes though her purple hued lenses glistened, and she seemed more at ease. She no longer held herself for warmth, either.
"Feeling better?" he asked. He knew this look well. To him, this was the face of authentic relief, contentment. This was a side of Lapin he rarely ever saw. For the first month or so, his mysterious little friend simply showed disdain towards him, signaling she didn't like him very much because of his appearance. He scared her, something he took somewhat personally. As to why, he still didn't know. But to know that every now and again, she is able to give Siberia her trust, made him happy. That hug in the cold, wintry winds was the most contact she had ever given him since the beginning of their partnership.
She nodded quickly before lifting her finger in the air and drawing a wide smile in the air in front of her mouth. He swore up and down she had the exaggerated expressions of a living cartoon character.
"That's good. I want to help you as a friend, and not as just your partner, okay?"
She slumped her shoulders a smidgen. "Okay," she wrote in a fresh layer of snow.
Siberia stood up, his legs aching from staying still so long in the cold. "Ouch. Well, we should head back home. The temperature will drop much faster soon. And you don't want to freeze out here, do you?" That question was met with another violent head shake from the rabbit girl, her eyes wide with realization. She, too, stood up with a similar pain.
"See ya later, then. Catch you on the next mission, Lapin." The husky boy exclaimed before jumping off of the old flower shop into the crisp, dead grass. He turned to his partner, who waved sporadically before she hopped away in the other direction, towards the city.

"Terra, Down, girl." He said calmly, his costume then disappearing. Richard turned to see the floating Husky Kwami floating in front of his face from his dog pin. "Sorry, that was a long time, wasn't it?"
The Kwami immediately shook her head, crying out, "No, not at all! You were super sweet to stay and talk to Lapin. Usually, she tries to run off after any battle just to avoid you!"
Richard shrugged his shoulders. "She spoke first, technically. I'm just being a good partner. She really needed some TLC."
"I'm so proud of the both of you. Your teamwork and cooperation can only improve from here." Terra quipped. "So, not to change the subject, but I'm hungry. Are there any hot dog spots open now?"
"Probably, but we still have some in my fridge. I'm poor as is, so I can't afford anymore for a while. Especially in fancy pants France."
Terra sighed. "You're right. Let's go home. It's warm there, too." She nestled herself inside of Richard's jacket pocket, deep into the warmest part of his chest space, and the young man strolled away from the old property towards a blanketed, snowy Paris.

WOOHOO! MY FIRST MIRACULOUS AU FANFICTION!
Want more information on Siberia and Lapin? grimbunny1.deviantart.com/gall… Check out this gallery! It's still fairly new, so I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling!

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belong to ZAG. I only take credit for original characters.

Description
Snow graced Paris and its surrounding areas for the past hour, and while there were no signs of Ladybug and Chat Noir, two of their lesser known allies were still patrolling the streets with keen eyes and chilled breath.
Siberia the Husky scanned the west side with no trouble. His mask also provided as alternative to his glasses outside of his costume as Richard Hubie, an American who accidentally became a crime fighter solely because he wanted to visit his beloved girlfriend while she interned in France. It was strange to him that he no longer felt like a tourist since he took this line of work more seriously over the course of two months. To him, this city was starting to become another home.
No trouble here, he thought. The city was scanned as clear of akuma and other wrongdoings. Perhaps it was too cold to create villains for 'dear old Hawkmoth.'
He rendezvoused back to his and his partner's typical starting point, an old flower shop that no one ever seemed to purchase or tear down.
The property looked like it had been a scene for a B-level horror film. The windows were busted from older experiences of vandalism, graffiti fading from years of exposure. The sign's paint had been chipped away, leaving few traces of a lightish pink background and purple text, none of which Siberia could read. The vegetation was long dead, especially now that winter had arrived. Any weeds that had sprouted in the summer and fall withered away.
Siberia sat on the roof, one of the strongest parts of the building, shivering only slightly. His monochrome costume (really, Richard's Kwami, Terra) had a leather jacket to keep him warm in times like these.

"Brrrrrrrrrr." came a quivering voice from behind him.

Siberia turned around. His bright blue eyes focused on the young lady that appeared before him. She held herself tightly, as if to shield herself from the cold. The poor girl was not as lucky to have multiple layers. Her dark blond hair floated with the gentle winds around them, her rabbit "ears" shifting slightly. She strolled towards him with soft steps.
"How was your patrol, Lapin?" the boy asked. In response, she gave a quick thumbs up before holding herself again.
"Good, we don't have to use our powers and freeze outside of costume in five minutes." Not to his surprise, his partner rolled her eyes. "What? It's true." he chuckled.
Lapin shook her head, smiling with some sense of amusement before taking a seat next to him. In the snow, she dragged her dominant finger and wrote in English, "It's nice out, but boy it sucks to be cold."
He laughed. "Yeah! You know, you can borrow my jacket." Immediately Siberia was met with a violent rejection by means of rapid arm movement by his mute companion. "NO, take it! I insist." The offer was only met with Lapin scooting away from him, shaking her head defiantly. "Suit yourself." he mumbled aloud after a short, yet defeated sigh. "Seriously, though. You are a bunny. Why don't you have fur?"
His partner drew in the snow a small, simple caricature of a cat-eared boy the two knew fairly well, and all around him were question marks, signalling the near hypocrisy of his question.
"Touche." He turned his gaze away from Lapin towards the city.
For a moment or two, the heroes were silent, staring out and taking in the scenery. The lights of Paris were lovely as usual, but the drifting snow gave them a peace they didn't often experience in their normal lives. It was as if, for that moment, the whole city was a beacon of grace.

Siberia felt a tug on his jacket. Lapin had scooted back towards him. She wrote once more with a smile on her face, "The snow is pretty." She paused before writing again, "Where I lived, my significant other and I had a date in the snow once." Siberia analyzed everything she was 'saying. "We were surrounded by blankets, but we saw the entire field turn white in under an hour."
He smiled. As Richard, he shared a similar memory with his girlfriend, Amelia. They were at an empty baseball field at their school. It was a late evening, and the the two watched with awe at how quickly the field turned into a winter wonderland. To Richard, moments like those were blessings, as was Amelia herself.
"It sounds like you had fun, Lapin." he chimed. "Do you miss your S.O.?" He received a somber nod, her expression dying into a small frown. "A lot." she wrote back. "Few days I see him, but I am far too busy to do so every day." Her eyes started to water through her mask. Her lip quivered subtly.
As if it was an instinct, the young man wrapped his thick, leather arms around the smaller figure. He knew from experience what she was going through.
"Lapin, I'm sorry. I understand." He then felt the young lady shift and throw her own little arms around his torso, fighting her way into his warmth, into his jacket. She said nothing, but he felt in his partner some joy knowing she wasn't alone. "I miss my girlfriend, so I know where you're coming from. Sometimes, when summer rolls around, I can only call her. She is very busy most days."
Lapin only nodded in return to this statement. More silence followed them, and the snow continued to fall.

Moments passed before Lapin shifted again, pulling herself away from Siberia. He turned to see her face. Her eyes though her purple hued lenses glistened, and she seemed more at ease. She no longer held herself for warmth, either.
"Feeling better?" he asked. He knew this look well. To him, this was the face of authentic relief, contentment. This was a side of Lapin he rarely ever saw. For the first month or so, his mysterious little friend simply showed disdain towards him, signaling she didn't like him very much because of his appearance. He scared her, something he took somewhat personally. As to why, he still didn't know. But to know that every now and again, she is able to give Siberia her trust, made him happy. That hug in the cold, wintry winds was the most contact she had ever given him since the beginning of their partnership.
She nodded quickly before lifting her finger in the air and drawing a wide smile in the air in front of her mouth. He swore up and down she had the exaggerated expressions of a living cartoon character.
"That's good. I want to help you as a friend, and not as just your partner, okay?"
She slumped her shoulders a smidgen. "Okay," she wrote in a fresh layer of snow.
Siberia stood up, his legs aching from staying still so long in the cold. "Ouch. Well, we should head back home. The temperature will drop much faster soon. And you don't want to freeze out here, do you?" That question was met with another violent head shake from the rabbit girl, her eyes wide with realization. She, too, stood up with a similar pain.
"See ya later, then. Catch you on the next mission, Lapin." The husky boy exclaimed before jumping off of the old flower shop into the crisp, dead grass. He turned to his partner, who waved sporadically before she hopped away in the other direction, towards the city.

"Terra, Down, girl." He said calmly, his costume then disappearing. Richard turned to see the floating Husky Kwami floating in front of his face from his dog pin. "Sorry, that was a long time, wasn't it?"
The Kwami immediately shook her head, crying out, "No, not at all! You were super sweet to stay and talk to Lapin. Usually, she tries to run off after any battle just to avoid you!"
Richard shrugged his shoulders. "She spoke first, technically. I'm just being a good partner. She really needed some TLC."
"I'm so proud of the both of you. Your teamwork and cooperation can only improve from here." Terra quipped. "So, not to change the subject, but I'm hungry. Are there any hot dog spots open now?"
"Probably, but we still have some in my fridge. I'm poor as is, so I can't afford anymore for a while. Especially in fancy pants France."
Terra sighed. "You're right. Let's go home. It's warm there, too." She nestled herself inside of Richard's jacket pocket, deep into the warmest part of his chest space, and the young man strolled away from the old property towards a blanketed, snowy Paris.

WOOHOO! MY FIRST MIRACULOUS AU FANFICTION!
Want more information on Siberia and Lapin? grimbunny1.deviantart.com/gall… Check out this gallery! It's still fairly new, so I am always looking for ways to improve my storytelling!

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belong to ZAG. I only take credit for original characters.