Miraculous Moments [Miraculous LadyBug Fanfic]

Siblings (Kung Food)

Marinette scowled at her phone, staring holes into the screen. Aimée sighed as she approached her sister and sat with a soda offered. "You don't have to make a big deal about it."

"Yeah, but this is our granduncle. Mom left us here to take care of him until she can came back to take him to the show. The least we can do is try and speak his language."

"Why don't we just get Jian to help translate?" Marinette stared at her, unamused. "Right. Class." She sat down beside her sister and eyed the app she was talking into. She tried to say a sentence, but it showed a frowny face. Aimée giggled and took the phone. "Let me try it."

"Aimée! Give it back."

"Hold on. Let me try it."

Marinette groaned. "Fine. But I'm going to introduce us since I'm older."

"Yeah, yeah." the girl said, half listening. She repeated the sentence her sister tried but it had a frowny face with shut eyes. She tried again, but the same picture appeared. With a third try . . . The picture was still the same.

Marinette took it with a smirk and said the sentence in Chinese and a smile showed on the screen.

Aimée crossed her arms with a pout. "This is stupid. Why can you get it?"

"Maybe because I try to learn more Chinese from Maman once in a while instead of sneaking off to watch e-sports at the library."

"Shut up. . . "

Ding-dong.

The girls shot up from the couch and rushed towards the door. Aimée squealed at the arrival as Marinette raced away, asking for the purple flowers Jian and Maman bought yesterday. They tore open the door and saw a large chef in front of them. They both bowed in respect and offered the gift as Marinette played the recording of the sentence. Aimée was watching her granduncle as he studied the flowers. When he ate a petal, her face grimaced.

They summoned him inside and closed the door, both children internally praying that the day would happen quickly.

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Marinette's fingers fidgeted as she kept glancing at the door. She had called Alya, begging for help with her Chinese relative since he was left with the least bilingual members of the family. She had ended the conversation rather quickly and there had been a solid ten minutes of awkward silence between all three of them.

Aimée tried to start a conversation with him, but most of his questions were on why she wasn't a boy anymore, which angered her to the point of leaving to sulk in her room. That was within the first three minutes of alone time. If Alya's solution didn't arrive soon, Marinette was sure her sister would start beating her granduncle over the head with liberal ideas in full French which would only cause a whole load of confusion.

Ding-dong.

Marinette stood to race for the door, but her sister beat her too it, not being able to sit by the chef for much longer. Aimée, however, wasn't very polite with her other new guest. "Who the hell are you?" she asked.

Marinette, eyes rolled, approached to apologize to their translator, but before words could come out of her mouth, her eyes saw the gorgeous face that was Adrien and all thought shut down. Aimée saw this and only scoffed at the obviousness of her crush. Their love-symptoms were genetic after all.

When she at least got her stuttered question out, he answered, "Well Alya called saying you needed someone who could speak Chinese. Well, translator at your service." He gave a grand sweeping bow which caused her to giggle and Aimée to just stare at him strangely.