Special thanks to seasonofthegeek for helping me brainstorm this one!!
“Did you bring them? Please tell me you brought them.”
“That depends, mon minou.” Ladybug sauntered over to her partner, leaned in close, and flicked the bell at his throat. “What have you got for me?”
Noir bounced on his toes excitedly, and bent to scoop up a bag of
coffee from where he left it on the low ledge. “You are going to love
this one! It’s a dark roast Arabica out of Ethiopia, and it’s so strong
that even my dad won’t drink it.”
“Yeah?” She took the proffered bag and held it to the light, examining the label. “Whole bean, right?”
Chat Noir gasped in indignation. “Would I dare to bring you anything else, my lady?”
you wouldn’t.” She grinned, and stood on her toes to press a kiss to
his cheek. “I can’t wait to try it! Do you have more at home?”
we’ve got a whole case of it! Dad wanted it thrown out, but I saved it
for you.” He studied his claws nonchalantly, and she giggled.
“You’re the best, chaton!”
am. I really am.” He stepped closer and leaned down to put his head
on her shoulder, and gazed up at her through his lashes. “Don’t good
little chatons deserve treats?”
“They do,” she replied,
laughing. “They really do.” She slipped away from him and moved around
the corner of a chimney stack, and came back into sight with a large
bakery box in her hands. “What do you think, Chat? Will these help you
scratch your itch?”
“Oh my god, Bug. Are those…?”
“The Mort Par Chocolat
macaron assortment from the best bakery in Paris.” She opened the lid
with a flourish, and grinned at the naked longing on his face as his
fingers hovered over the different varities.
“Peanut butter and dark chocolate ganache. Milk chocolate and hazelnut. White chocolate and marzipan. And, merde, Ladybug, dark chocolate with raspberry coulis? Are you trying to kill me?”
Ladybug laughed, and tugged the box away from him. “You have to promise me, Chat, that you will not eat all of these at once, like you did last time.”
“Don’t ask me to make promises that I can’t keep,” he replied, pouting.
will not let you make yourself sick! And I don’t want you getting in
trouble again, you junkie. Promise me, and they’re yours.”
He glared petulantly. “If you take back your cookies, I’m taking back my coffee.”
giggled. “No you won’t. But even if you did, I’d rather put up with
the caffeine withdrawal headache than let you make yourself sick.”
“Ugh, fine.” He nudged her shoulder with his arm, a smile curling the corners of his mouth. “I promise.”
passed the box to him, and he excitedly dug into it, agonizing over
which one to eat first. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we? The
chocoholic cat and the caffeine-addicted bug.”
He made his
selection and stuffed the entire macaron into his mouth at once, then
sighed blissfully. She shook her head, but knew she had no room to
criticize. She really needed to cut back on the coffee…
I just saw a thing about the shark motif in S4, and it reminded me of a line in one of the things I’m working on that’s just sitting abandoned right now. So here, have an unsolicited excerpt of probably yet another thing that never sees the light of day:
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Calum: Whenever you went to the amusement park with Calum, he’d always want to head straight towards the water park. You wouldn’t object, watching him walk around without a shirt and soaked to the bone all day was one of your favorite things ever. He’d drag you to all of the slides and then relax and hold onto your hand as you two would float down the lazy river.
Ashton: Ashton was the adrenaline junkie. You promised you’d go on all of the rides with him as long as he held your hand. He wouldn’t give up until he had been on every single ride, some of them even twice. Ashton loved waiting after the ride to watch for the photos of you two on the rides, buying a few of them because he couldn’t get over the faces that you two were making.
Luke: Luke’s favorite part of the amusement parks was always the greasy and over-fried food. Whenever you went, you’d spend most of your day walking around the park, talking and munching on some sort of funnel cake or a stick of cotton candy. You’d each get something wildly different switching halfway through to try out the other’s. At the end of the day, you’d go home with empty wallets and full bellies.
Michael: In pure Michael nature, his favorite part was the games. No matter what game he played, he always ended up winning something, meaning that you’d always go home with tons of stuffed animals, ranging in sizes and other little prizes. You loved watching Michael get super competitive, focusing so hard on each game that he would play. Sometimes he’d lose a game and his stubborn side would come out, and he’d play over and over, not giving up until he won.